Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2018 10:11:44 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: My Sexy Daughter (Lesbian/Incest, oral. F/f

Adult Youth, oral anal, F/f

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

Author's Note:

Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved

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My Sexy Daughter

By
Jan
      My story started when I moved to California
from a small town in Illinois in hopes of becoming a
movie star.  I had run away from home before
finishing high school.  After arriving in Los Angles, I
made my way to Hollywood.  I assumed a new name,
Tracy Lords because of a movie Katherine Hepburn,
Cary Grant made where called "The Philadelphia
Story" and a remake of that story in 1956 called
"High Society" with Grace Kelly, Bing Crosby and
Frank Sinatra.  Of course, I didn't know that a
fifteen-year-old porn movie star had already used
that name.  I quickly changed my name to Tracy
Tandy.

      I struggled to find jobs.  I was taken in by an
evangelical church in Hollywood while I found a night
job working as a waitress so that I could be in line
outside central casting every morning.  With any luck
I would get a job as a person in the background in a
movie.  If I was picked to be walking in the
background and the shoot ran into the evening I
would have to call in sick, of course I would lose my
job if I called in sick too many times and have to
seek another part time job.

      I had become friends with another girl while we
sat on the sidewalk outside central casting.  She
invited me to a party one weekend.  I needed to do
something other than constantly be working or
looking for a job, so I agreed to go with her.

      I had no idea where we were going.  The party
was in Tarzana.  I was having a good time and was
drinking too much.  Everything became fuzzy, and in
the morning, I woke up in a strange bed naked with a
sore crotch and with a throbbing hangover.  My
clothes were on the floor.  I gathered up my clothes
and got dressed before looking for my friend.  I
found her in another bed with a couple of sleeping
men.  I woke her up and she got dressed and drove
me to the boarding house in was staying in.

      By that time, I was living in an old boarding
house owned by a sweet little old woman, names
Velma, that was very forgiving when I was between
jobs.  A couple of months after that party I was
getting sick in the morning.  A visit to a free clinic
and was informed that I was healthy and very
pregnant.

      Velma was very sympatric and we became even
closer.  One evening when I was very depressed and
we were talking in her apartment she hugged me and
she assured me that everything would be alright.  I
was resting my head on her breast and was crying.
Velma was stroking my back.  When I became aware
of how wet the front of her dress was from my
tears I tried to apologies.  Velma assured me that it
was alright.  I felt like she was the mother I wished
my own mother would have been.

      I was horrified I had no idea who the father was
of my future child.  It was all very earthshattering
for me.  I had to find a better job and give up my
dream of becoming an actress.  It would have to be a
day job.  I found a job working as a secretary for
law firm.  My boss couldn't have been nicer.  She did
her best to help me.  I had to take sick leave to
deliver my daughter.  I bonded with my daughter
from the day she was born, and I named her Deloris.
My boss saw to it that I was paid during my leave of
absence.

      Velma looked after Deloris for free while I
worked.  I hated that I wasn't able to be with her all
of the time.  I missed her first word and first steps.
At least Velma recorded the events on her cellphone
and we used a flash drive to transfer them to a
computer.  Unfortunately, Deloris' first words were
to call Velma "Mama."  As much as I appreciate
Velma's taking care of my daughter it hurt my
feeling that Deloris didn't call me Mama first.

      Velma's daughter lived close by and she had a
daughter, named Ella, that was only six months older
than Deloris; so, Velma looked after both of them.
The two of them became closer than sisters.  They
went to preschool together and entered public
school together.  It was common for them to sleep
with each other at Ella's, Velma's or our home.

      Velma and her family were of Dutch origin and
Ella was a toe headed girl and she was very pale skin.
I'm talking about translucent alabaster skin.  While
Deloris and I have chestnut hair and blue eyes, and
our skin tans to a golden hue easily.  Both girls grew
up calling Velma "Oma."  (The Dutch word for
grandma.}

      I was used to hearing them talking in Deloris'
room when they should have been asleep.  I accepted
it as just innocent child's play and rarely called out
to remind them that they needed to get to sleep.  As
the girls matured they were developing into adorable
girls.  When they were about eleven and a half they
were starting to enter puberty.

      One night they were quieter than normal while in
Deloris' bedroom.  I happened to be passing their
room on my way to my room and I heard soft
moaning and thought one of them was sick and
opened the bedroom door.  I was shocked to see
them laying on their backs and masturbating each
other.   I was so shocked I was mute. They were
probably more embarrassed as I was.

      I simply backed out of the room and closed the
door behind me.  When in my room I hardly
remember changing to my nightgown and going to
bed.  I didn't sleep at all that night.  I tossed and
turned all night.  I couldn't stop thinking about the
vision of the two of them in a lesbian embrace.

      The next morning nothing was said about what
took place last night as I prepared breakfast and I
got ready for work and the two of them got ready
for school.

      I was quiet at work because I was still disturbed
by the image of them in that embrace.  After work I
went directly to Velma's expecting to find both girls
to be there.  Of course, they were playing in the
back yard, so I asked Velma for advice about what I
do about what I had seen them doing.

      Velma said, "It is natural that young girls
explore their sexuality with their best friends.
Didn't you do the same thing when you were their
age?"

      "I never did anything like that.  I never even
heard about that kind of sex until I was grown.  Did
you do that sort of thing when you were young?"

      Velma chuckled, "Honey, I was a horny girl when
I was their age.  An older cousin taught me about
the ways girls could satisfy each other when I was
no more than 10-years-old.  Once I knew about sex I
was constantly looking for someone to engage in sex
with.  By the time I was a teenager I was having sex
with a neighbor housewife almost daily."

      I was shocked by her revelation but also sexually
stimulated.  "Did you ever have sex with a woman as
an adult?"

      Velma said, "I had a few affairs with women over
the years.  Honey, after Fred passed away I
resorted to masturbation for a while, but that was
not as satisfying as having sex with another person.
I wasn't interested in a relationship with a male, so I
occasionally have sex with a couple of my female
friends."

      I asked, "So you think I shouldn't make a fuzz
about what Deloris and Ella were doing?"

      Velma was emphatic about not bringing up the
subject!  She told me that if Delois brings it up let
her tell you about her feelings and offer your
support.

      Deloris and I were quiet as we walked to our
apartment and I prepared dinner for the two of us.
After we cleared the table Deloris sat down at our
dining table to start her homework.

      I placed my hand on top of one of her hands and
said, "Honey, you're not in any trouble, but I would
like to know how long you and Ella have been doing
what I saw you doing?"

      Deloris lowered her eyes, "We have been doing
that for a couple of years."

      I was startled the hear that they had been doing
it for that long, and I was so naive that I hadn't
noticed it sooner.  "Have you had sex with anyone
else?"

      She had a guilty look on her face and couldn't
look me in the eye, "Noooo"

      I knew there was something she was not telling
me.  "Baby, don't be afraid to tell me everything?"

      "When I was younger Oma let me suck on her
tits while sitting on her lap."

      The idea that Velma, my landlady, and babysitter
had been allowing my daughter to suck on her
breasts was startling.  "Have you ever told anyone
about doing these things?"

      "No"

      "I suggest that you not tell anyone about it."

      "I won't Mommy."

      That night I struggled with sheep.  I was
thinking about the three of them and picturing my
daughter sucking on Velma's tits and Deloris and Ella
playing with each other's pussy.  I had to resort to
placing my right hand between my legs and rubbing
my clitoris with my fingers until I had several
orgasms before I drifted off to sleep.

      I was totally disturbed all day at work.  When I
got home I waited until the girls were not around
before confronting Velma, "Deloris confessed to me
that you used to let her suck on your breasts!  Why
did you do that?"

      Velma placed her arm around my shoulders,
"Tracy calm down, it was all very innocent.  When she
was young and was sick, hurt or lonely She would
crawl onto my lap and rest her head on my tits.  She
was curious about my tits, so I showed them to her
and explained what they were for.  She wanted to
suck on them.  I assured her that I was too old to
have milk, but she still wanted to find out what it
was like.  I let her and that became her way of
comforting herself."

      "Did you also allow Ella to suck on your tits?'

      "There were even times the two of them were
attached to my nipples at the same time."

      "Why did you allow them to do that?"

      "They were curious about them and it comforted
them, and I enjoyed the feeling too."

      I had to think about her revelation.  "Did they
ever see you making love to your lady friends?"

      Velma rolled her eyes before responding, "They
may have seen me.  I'm not sure!  I didn't flaunt my
relationships with my friends.  While she was talking
she still had her arm around my shoulders and she
used her right hand to feel my right breast.  My
first thought was to push her hand away, but I
didn't.  What followed was to change my life forever.

      Velma leaned close and kissed me on the mouth.
It was very personal and when she breathed I could
smell the aroma of coffee on her breath.  She ran
her fingers delicately across my chest.  I was
wearing a swooping neckline summer dress that
exposed my upper chest and the cleavage between
my breasts.  Velma slipped her hand down the front
of my dress and into the cup of my C-cupped bra.  I
inhaled in surprise as she squeezed my breast.
Without warning she pulled my tit out and leaned
over to mouth my tit.  She licked my areola and
nipple to moisten my tit before she actually took as
much of my tit into her mouth as possible and
sucked on my tit.

      While she was sucking on my tit she placed her
hand on my thigh below the hem of my dress and
slowly moved her hand up the inside of my thigh.  I
felt the muscle tremble as her hand drew close to
the warmth of my panties.  When her fingers
stroked the crotch of my panties she found that
they were already moist.  She pulled the crotch
aside to get access to my pussy.  I let out an
involuntary moan as she started masturbating me.  I
found that I couldn't keep my ass still while she
fingerfucked me to orgasm.

      I was confused about me feelings I had enjoyed
the feelings she had induced in me but felt guilty
for not stopping her.

      We were interrupted by the sound of the girls
coming in the back door.  I had to quickly return my
tits to my dress and pull the hem of my dress down.

      Deloris and I returned to our apartment soon
after that.  I was troubled by my feelings that
night.  Apparently sometime during the night there
must have been a brief power outage because when I
looked at the bedside clock it was flashing 12:00 am,
so I reached for my wrist watch and realized that it
was ten minutes passed time to get up.  I got out of
bed and went directly to Deloris' bedroom to wake
her up.  When I entered her room, Deloris was laying
on her left side in a fetal position with her face
buried in her pillow and her blankets, and her butt
was sticking out from under the blankets.  Her
nightgown had worked up around her waist exposing
her bare butt.  I couldn't help admiring her smooth
texture if her butt and I could see the sweet little
clamshell of her vagina wedged between her butt
and thighs.  The sight aroused me with a forbidden
desire.

      I call out her name and when she mumbled her
response I told her she needed to get up because
there was a power outage last night and the clocks
are off.  We're running late.

      Deloris sat up and got into motion.  I went to the
kitchen to prepare breakfast for us.  The rest of
the day was pretty normal.  Other than I had the
image of Deloris' butt on my mind all day.  I was
disturbed for having impure thoughts about my own
daughter.

      It had been a particularly taxing day at work.
When I got home I was looking forward to sitting
down and vegetating in a tub filled with very warm
water.  I was uncomfortable looking Deloris in the
eye.  I did my best to avoid talking to her.  As soon
as the dishes were washed and put away I drew a
hot bath and soaked in the tub until the water got
cold.  Then I simply put on my nightgown before
making my way to the living room and settled down in
my "Lazy-boy recliner" to watch the TV evening
programs.  I doubt that I saw more than a half hour
of the program before I drifted off to sleep.

      I was not sure what woke me up but as I became
aware of my surrounding it felt like something was
crawling up the inside of my thigh.  It was an
instinctual reaction to bush it way.  My hand struck
something bigger than a bug.  When I sat up I saw
Deloris standing by the side of my chair and it was
her right hand creeping up the inside of my thigh.  I
was so shocked I didn't continue trying to remove
her hand.

      Deloris continued moving her hand up the inside
of my thigh until her fingers reached my bare
crotch.  She stroked my hairy pubic mound and her
fingers slipped between the folds of my labia and
she started stimulating my clitoris until my vagina
was soaking wet.

      I feebly protested, "Deloris you shouldn't be
doing this.  I'm your mother."

      Deloris pleased, "I want to make you feel good,
Mommy."

      While she was talking she slipped two of her
fingers deep into my vagina and started
masturbating me vigorously.  I lay there in a relining
position while she masturbated me.  It was exciting
having my daughter doing something so erotically
inappropriate.  I eventually had a strong orgasm that
left me very relaxed.  When Deloris removed her
hand, she held her fingers under her nose and
smelled them before she stuck her fingers into her
mouth.

      I felt guilty for not resisting Deloris, but it did
feel good.  I eventually accepted the fact that I was
not going to prevent Deloris from doing that again.  I
eventually sat up before standing and took Deloris
by the hand and led her to my bedroom.  That night
I actually positioned myself between her legs and
mouthed and used my tongue to bring her to an
orgasm.

      Velma, her daughter and granddaughter soon
learned about my new relationship with Deloris.  The
five of us began to share each other and sleep
together.



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