Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2019 19:19:30 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Shaving Mamma 2 (Lesbian/Incest. oral, anal g/FFf) 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 Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Shaving Mamma 2 By Jan The day after I had to shave my mother and seduced her when I returned from school and found her in her bedroom wearing what I learned a was a strapless dildo. She got up and helped me undress and led me into her bathroom and drew a warm bath and added scented sandalwood oil. She got into the tub with me and proceed to bathe me. I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her hands on my body. I was so relaxed I almost had an orgasm from the massage before she interrupted the bath to pull me out and dry our bodies. She dabbed her favorite perfume on my neck, between my breasts, and the dimple on the small of my back before she led me back to her bedroom. She had already folded her bedspread, blankets, and top sheet to the foot of the bed. She helped me mount her bed. When she had me located on the bed where she wanted, she picked up the Tantus Feeldoe Vibrating that blue latex 7-inch Double Dildo and reinserted it into her vagina and mounted the bed. I was fascinated with the dildo, she was wearing. I was concerned that the dildo was too large for my young vagina. Mother assured me that the vagina was a very flexible organ. I can assure you that it is possible to insert a fist into a vagina almost up to the elbow. The mental picture of her statement was enough to make my pussy wet. Mother ended the conversation by kneeling between my legs and kissed my pussy. She did look up and stated. "Your wet pussy tells me that you are as horny as I am, and I intend to make you cum before I fuck you!" She started sucking my pussy and flicking my clit with her tongue until I was right on the edge of n orgasm, then she stuck a finger into my vagina and masturbated to a satisfying orgasm. I no more than finished quivering than Mom knelt between my legs and lifted my legs up and placed my heels on her breasts and guided the dildo towards my vagina. When it entered the opening, I didn't experience any pain until the head reached my hymen. Then I felt a stabbing pain and wanted to beg Mom to pull it out. While I was biting my lower lip, Mom drove the entire dildo all the way into my pussy. I felt her pubic bone pressing against mine. Somehow, she managed to turn on the vibrating switch. The vibration within my vagina sent a new sensation through my body that quickly sent me into another orgasm that continued as long as the dildo was vibrating. When Mom turned off the switch and withdrew the dildo, I experienced an empty feeling but my pussy was still throbbing. Just like Mamma used to do when I was a child, she licked mt pussy to make it feel better. Mom spent the rest of the evening comforting me and assuring me that the pain was only temporary. She assured me that I would soon love the feeling of something in my cunt. We clung to each other as we drifted off to sleep. I was sore and tried not to let on to my friends that I didn't feel good. My best friend, Amy, did ask me what was wrong, and I assured her that I was alright. When I got home, Mom drew a hot bath for me an I soaked until the water turned cold. We didn't bother putting on any clothes. Mom fucked me again with that dildo and this time it didn't hurt as much and the throbbing turned into pleasurable feeling as good as when she ate my pussy. That night when we went to bed, she allowed me to fuck her. She helped me insert the bulbous end of the dildo in my vagina and turned the switch on to activate the machine. I instantly started experiencing a feeling that was pleasurable. Mom lay on her back and spread her legs as I prepared to push the business end of the dildo into her. The look on her face was pure pleasure, while I fucked her. It was late into the night before we fell asleep that night. I swear that was the best sleep I ever had. While t school the next day Mother texted me that Dad would be home, by the time I would get home. I had always been a Daddy's girl but now I was Manny's girl. Having my father around meant that I couldn't fuck Mamma. When I got home there was the emotional reunion. That evening Daddy told us that he would only be home a couple of days because the company was sending him to school in New York for six months. He packed up some clothes and upon the appointed time the company car took him to the airport. The next day at school I could hardly contain my excitement thinking about what Mother and I would be doing that afternoon. When I got off the school bus at my stop, I ran the remaining couple of blocks. When I rounded the last corner, I saw the red Subaru in our driveway. I slowed down because I knew that Mom's best friend was visiting. I didn't understand why my mother was friends with Waneta. They had nothing in common. Mom was a college graduate with a BA in art appreciation. Wanita didn't even graduate from high school. She had been a farm girl that got pregnant at the age of fourteen and married the thirty-year-old father of her child. She had four children before she was twenty. They were grown by now, so why would my mother befriend a forty-five-year-old omen like her. When I entered the house, I gave Wanita a cool greeting. Mother asked me if I had any homework and when I told her that I had she told me to go to my room and do it. I stalked off to my room with an attitude. I had a hard time concentrating on my homework and it took me longer than normal to complete it. When I returned to the living room, I was shocked to see Wanita and Mom on the couch kissing and my mother had her hand Wanita's pussy. The dress was up around her waist and panties were halfway down her thighs and Mom was masturbating her franticlyally. I cried out, "WHT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" There was the scrambling on their part to untangle themselves. As Wanita stood up and struggled to pull up her panties and straighten up her skirt. Mom told her, "You better go home for now because Stacy and I have something to talk about." Wanita simply said, "Call me Carol." As soon as the door closed, I flew into a rage, "You told me that you hadn't fucked a girl since school! Now I find to finger fucking your best friend! By the way, why are you friends with her? You have nothing in common with her!" "So, I lied about not having sex with a female since school. Wanita became a special friend when we met at a cocktail party. It was never her mind that attracted me. I like her soft body and the way she smells. I was still pissed but I thought about the way Wanita looked. She was t least twenty pounds overweight. She was pleasingly plump. She looked like the motherly type. I had never considered the way she smelled before. Then I remembered the smell hen I entered the living room. While Mother had been masturbating Wanita the room was filled with the pungent odor of her pussy. The idea that my mother was attracted to the strong odor of pussy was strange to me. I was mad enough to want revenge sex from her. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. She didn't really resist as I pulled her to her bedroom. I pushed her face down across the bed and held her wrist while I removed her dildo from the nightstand. I flipped her dress over her back and ripped her panties down to her knees. I tucked my own skirt into my waistband and pushed down to her knees and stuck the bulbous end of the dildo into my cunt and deliberately shoved the business end of the dildo into my mother's asshole. Mother cried out in pain ay first but quickly began to moan with pleasure. By the time she had an orgasm, I was over my anger. While we recovered, I had a wicked thought. "Mamma what to you think about joining a Mother-Daughter Exchange Club?" Mom laughed, "You re truly a dirty-minded girl! I love it!" She got up and went to her desk and returned with her laptop. She longed in and handed it to me. She said, "You said you found the website, so tun it on." I sat the computer on the bed and lay on my belly as I accessed the website. I had to add the program to get access. I created a membership name for Mom and added my own. Then I accessed the site. I went directly to the conference file and scanned down for an active name. When I clicked on it, I exchanged greetings with her and asked where she was located. She was in another State. I accosted several more people before I was talking to someone in a neighboring town. I asked her if she wanted to chat. When she accepted, I turned on my camera and we connected. I was looking at a woman a little older than my mother. Mother got on the bed and say behind me. The woman was able to see both of us. She looked pleased with what she saw. I told her my name was Stacy and that my mother's name was Carol. She told me that her name was Shirley and her daughter's name was Beth. We talked for a little while and I even played with Mom's tits for the woman's benefit. We agreed to meet at a local mall for coffee to get to know each other. When we arrived there, I recognized the woman instantly and her daughter was about sixteen-years-old. Mother and I approached them and introduced ourselves to them. We bought our coffees and sat at the outdoor tables while we got to know each other. Shirley was an attractive Jewish woman with impressive breasts. Se reminded me of Barbra Streisand. Beth was also an attractive girl. She looked like the cheerleader type. Shirley was a professor at UCLA. She had only been married long enough to connive Beth. They had joined the club a couple of years ago. We told them about how we had come to know our true feelings for each other. We were comfortable with each other's company in less than an hour, we agreed to follow them to their home. Their home was located in Brentwood only a short distance from UCLA. It was an old craftsman home that had been updated with the latest appliances without destroying the charm of the 1920s style. The roof of the porch was supported by native rock platforms with six by six wooden pillars. When we entered the home, we saw period furniture with Tiffany lamps. Mom was very impressed because she knew the value of what she was looking at. Our hostess offered us refreshments and we sat in the living room sipping tea and eating sweetbreads. Shirley arranged to sit next to me while Beth deliberately sat next to Carol. By the time we finished the tea and sweets out hosts were kissing and feeling up. Shirley was the first to suggest that we would b more comfortable in her bedroom. She stood up and pulled me to my feet. I saw Beth pulling Mom to her feet and they followed us to the hall where the bedrooms were. Shirley led me to the farthest door while Beth led Mom to a door closer to the living room. I was impressed by the style of the bedroom. Everything looked like it was right out of the twenties, but looked as good as new. The room smelled of a mix of different kinds of perfume and body power. On her makeup table was a gold-framed prostrate of Beth and Shirley. Beth was in front of her mother. Shirley's breasts were resting on Beth's shoulders and Beth's breasts were exposed as well. Both of them had remarkable breasts with areolas the size of silver dollars. I was admitting the photograph when Shirley approached from behind me and looked over my shoulders and she reached around my body and cupped my breasts with both hands. It was a little intimidating and very sex the way she was taking charge of the sexual activity. I turned my head in her direction, and she brushed my hair aside and kissed me on the neck before she kissed me on the mouth. She started removing my dress and I turned to face her and start removing her dress as well. It was obvious that both of us had dressed to impress each other. I was wearing my sexist matching bra and panties. They were of a delicate dark nylon embroidery with a butterfly on the crotch and floral patterns decorating the rest. I was wearing mature self- supporting nylons far more mature than my age. My pumps had three-inch heels. Shirley was also wearing sexy underwear Her breasts were almost spilling over the top of her bra. A portion of her areolas were visible. They were of a mauve color and dimples. I could smell the perfume emanating from her warm flesh. She was wearing a lace garter belt over her scanty panties with the straps attached to her dark nylons. The panties were no more than a triangle attached to strings. She obviously had shaved most of her pubic hair. Showing through the triangle was as a two-inch vertical strip of dark hair trimmed to no more than a quarter-inch in length. She was wearing four-inch heeled pumps. We removed each other's bras and took turns feeling and sucking on them. I thought she looked too sexy in the garter belt so I just pulled the thong aside and started lapping at her pussy. She was sitting on her dressing table's chair. She wrapped her legs around my had, and I loved the silk feeling of the warm nylons on the sides of my face. After he proclaimed that she was cumming. It was time for Shirley to take charge. She stood up and carried me to her bed where she laid me tight in the middle. She pulled mt panties down my legs but left them hanging around my right ankle. She sat on my face and started sucking on my pussy. It was all very exciting and I skimmed that I was summing loud enough to wake the dead. When I recovered Shirley led me back to the living room dressed as we were. Beth and Mom soon joined us and the two of them were just as undressed. I could see that Beth's pussy was red ad puffy. Mom must have fucked her with that strapless dildo. Mom's panties were cum stained. We giggle like school girls. After a short discussion om and Beth got dressed and Mom took her home with her. I stayed behind with Shirley. We took tun sitting on each other's face so that we could taste each other's pussy and assholes. Then we fucked each other's pussy and assholes with her strap-on dildo. With the conclusion. I asked her about how she and Beth became sexually active and became members of the club. Shirley told me that she knew that she was a lesbian when she was a little girl. When she decided to have a baby, she was thrilled that she was a girl. She never hid the fact from Beth. Beth as jealous of my relationships with other women and confronted me hen she was in first grade. We started sleeping together and sharing our bed with my girlfriends. One of them told us about the club and we have been members for ten years. In the morning we got dressed and we drove over to our house to have breakfast with Mom and Beth. We lounged around all day and Beth and I put on a sex-show for our mother's while they masturbated each other. Shirley told us about an upcoming "Girl's in White Coming Out Party." Mother and I were excited about going. The four of us started making plans for us attending. Our mothers bought ball gowns. Beth has already had her coming out, so she bought a red tight-fitting cocktail dress that barely covered her ass. Mom bought me a white dress typical of a conformation. The party was held in Palm Springs in a hotel ballroom. All of the girls being presented were in an anteroom, while all of the adult women and older girls were in the ballroom drinking and talking. When the band started playing the music the door opened and there were twenty girls about my age that files into the ballroom and we circled the dance floor so that all of the women sitting at the table could get a good look at us. Each of us were introduced by speaker that told the gusts our names, ages, grades, hobbies and vital statics. At the conclusion, the women mingled among us and invited us to dance. I was asked to dance by a tall woman that was very stately looking. She told me that her name was Penny. She was a striking auburn- haired beauty wearing a gold lame ball gown with a strapless top. Her double D breasts were almost spilling out. While we were dancing my head was level with those big round tits. Looking down the front of the dress I caught glimpse of her areolas and nipples. I wanted to taste her tits. The woman walked me outdoors into the hot night desert air and kissed me on the mouth. She asked me, "Should I ask your mother if I can take you up to my room for a drink?" "It is not necessary; she is taking my friend up to her room as we speak." I was starting to sweat and I could feel it dripping down the small of my back. I complained that I was sweating and would stain my new dress. Penny led me back into the airconditioned hotel and to the elevator. We got off on the fourth floor and walked down the hall to 424. She opened the door with the magnetic key card. It was a typical hotel room. There was a large queenside bed filling most of the room. A closet without doors, a folding rack to support luggage, a credenza with a widescreen TV on top, and a connecting bathroom that included a coffee maker with cups and plastic glasses, ice bucket and complimentary coffee cups and artificial creamer and sugar packets. Penny had brought up her own bottle of Crown Royal Whisky and soda. She put two ice cubes in a couple of glasses and mixed drinks for us. We sat on the bed while we sipped our drinks and talked about ourselves. Penny was very careful about removing my dress and hanging it up. She also took her time to admire my body. I was only wearing nice nylons and heels under the dress. Penny returned to the bed and had her hands all over me before she unzipped the back of the dress enough to pull the front of the dress and present those magnificent breasts for me to suck on. When she peeled off her dress, she was only wearing nylons and heels too. We spent the night sucking pussies and fucking with dildos. Penny had a butt plug up her ass with a big blue glass stone attached to the base. In the morning everyone met in the dining room for breakfast. Penny and I sat at the booth with Mother, Beth, Shirley, and the redhead she had spent the night with. Arrangements were made for future dates before we headed home. Mom and I were very popular and had a full datebook. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.