Date: 31 Aug 2002 15:31:16 -0700 From: Jan Subject: The Bedroom Window (Adult Youth F/f) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of domination between a woman and a mother and daughter. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2002 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. The Bedroom Window By Jan I was thirty-seven, when my appendix went hot. I was rushed to emergency for an appendectomy. After a three-day stay in the hospital I came home. My husband and I lived in up state New York in a nice two-story home in a quiet little neighborhood. As many years as we had lived her I was not close to my neighbors. I commuted to NYC to work. The women in my neighborhood were stay at home mothers. We did visit when there were backyard barbecues. I just did not have much in common with them. I had no children. The other women spent all their time talking about soccer practices, dance recitals or if their darlings would be selected for the school band. It was a hot summer with lots of humidity. When I managed to climb the stairs to the second floor, I didn't feel like a lot of company. Joyce from the home next door did come up and bring me some food. She promised to check on me, and see to it that I got fed. All I could do is thank her for her kindness. Joyce had a fifteen-year-old daughter named Judy. Not that I had ever paid much attention to her. She was a nice enough looking girl. She lived for Rock and Roll, clothes and boys as far as I could tell. My husband was an exhibitive for a national bank. He left for work late. He rarely got home before seven. If there was an accounting error he might even stay at work over night looking for the error. That meant that I had a lot of time to kill. I found daytime television to be a total bore. The programs were just promotions for the latest movie releases and just enough sexual innuendo to titillate bored housewives. I tried to escape into mystery Novels. I soon found them boring too. The authors were just too obvious with their attempt to distract the readers with false plots. I found that I could predict the outcome by the time I read the second chapter. The air conditioning was not working. I was melting in my own sweat. I took to lying on top of my bed totally naked. I left the window open to let air come in when a breeze would drift down the driveway between Joyce's and our home. Late in the evening I noticed Judy's bedroom door open over the top of the book I was reading. I saw her standing in the door silhouetted by the light in the hall. Her hand was still on the light switch. The light in the room went out almost as fast as it had been on. She entered the room and closed the door. With the room in darkness I almost could not see her. The light from either my light or the sky cast a reflection on her dresser mirror. That created a soft blue reflected light on her cheek. I watched her looking at me. I could just make out that her hand was rubbing the front of her dress. It took as second for me to realize that she was masturbating while she was looking into my bedroom at me. Being a professional advertising executive, my looks are important to me. I pride myself on keeping in shape at my age. I visit the gym three times a week. I run three miles a day and swim at least 200 hundred meters. My breasts fill my sports bra nicely. At the moment I had a bandage on the lower-right side of my tummy and I had not shaved in a week at least. It would not do for me to put on a bikini at the moment. The auburn hair was starting to itch. As I looked over the top of my book, I could not resist showing off for Judy's benefit. I used my right hand to play with my breasts. I lifted them one at a time. I pulled on my nipples. My brown areolas being stretched out like that made them look like nose cones on a missile. I bent my left knee and ran my hand through the hair. By pressing on the sides of the vulva I exposed my clitoris. I took it between my thumb and forefinger. I sat there masturbating slowly. After I climaxed I laid the book on the nightstand and turned out the light. Each day I could walk a little better. By the time they took the stitches out and didn't put the bandage on the scar, I was getting around slowly but the pain was bearable. During all that time I had been entertaining Judy and myself with my masturbation shows as soon as she would get home from school and again before the went to bed. After a few days she would even take her clothes off, and sit in her makeup chair and masturbate as she watched me. I kept up the pretence of reading while I masturbated. If she knew I was watching she never showed it. The day I got the stitches removed I sat on the front porch in a comfortable chair with a pitcher of ices tea and two tall glasses. When I saw Judy running up her driveway, I called out. I asked her if she would like a glass of iced tea. She said, "Sure!" Then she bounded up the stairs two at a time to join me on my porch. I gingerly poured her a glass of tea and handed it to her as she sat on the glider. She started swinging the glider in her youthful inability to sit still more than a couple of minutes. As I sat back in my chair I made sure she saw my naked breasts under my housecoat. As I made some small talk about the heat I made sure the housecoat fell off my thigh to give her a glimpse of my vulva. I saw her eyes look at my crotch and then nervously back up to my face as I recovered my thigh. I asked her, "Have you been enjoying my little show every day, for your benefit?" She blushed, a crimson shade and stammered before she said, "Yes!" I looked her right in the eyes and asked if she would like to inspect me up close? She said, "Gosh yes!" I told her to go home and tell you mother that you're coming over to help me clean up the house. While she was gone I put the tray back in the kitchen. When she came back I locked the door and led the way up stairs. I took her to the guestroom so that I could leave the windows open without fear that we would be observed. I sat on the bed and asked her if I could see her body too? She stepped forward and used her toes to remove her sock-less feet from her flat shoes. She pulled her jersey out of her skirt. When she unbuttoned it, I was treated to a view of her youthful breasts showing through a thin bra that did not hide the mauve areolas and hard little nipples. As she unbuttoned her shirt, I let my housecoat slide off my shoulders. She could not take her eyes off my breasts. She was fumbling with her button until it opened and the skirt fell to the floor around her feet. She had on high rise underpants. The thin straps were slung over her hips. The white crotch of her panties showed the hint of brown under them. She unhooked the bra from behind her back. The amount of material in it would not fill a teacup. When she put her thumbs under the sides of her panties and rolled them down. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that her pubis was shaved unto a trimmed heart above her vagina. I reached out and touched her vulva with the palm of my hand. It was wet. I took one of my breasts and fed it to her. She stood the in front of me bent over at the waist sucking on my nipple. I felt so excited to have total control of this girl. I had her suck both nipples for a while. I took hold of her ponytail in my tight hand and turned her face up so I could kiss her. I sucked the air out of her lungs as we kissed. When I let her pull her head back, she was gasping for air. I directed her head to my lap. Judy was forced to kneel between my legs. I held her head close to my cunt and let her look at it for a moment and smell my wet pussy. The fact that I had not shaved my bikini line in a while meant that the stubble was stiff in the creases of my legs and above the normal triangle. I pulled her head into my cunt and as she licked the valley. I rubbed her face on the stubble until her skin looked like it was sunburned. Her face was covered with the juice of my climax. I still had her by the ponytail, as I pulled her up and kissed her on the mouth again. I smelled my own cunt as I forced my tongue into her mouth. My side still hurt enough that I could not kneel. I told Judy that she would have to sit on my face if I was going to return the favor. Judy was like a child in her excitement to help me lay on my back and move around on top of the bed so that she could straddle my head facing my body. I took charge even from that potion. I chewed on her cunt like a ravenous animal. I reached for her breasts with both hands and tweaked her nipples. When she climaxed I felt her juices drip into my mouth. I told her to use the bathroom to freshen up. When she came out her face was still red. I told her to tell her mother the air-conditioner was out. The next morning Joyce came over with an omelet and toast for me. I was moving around the kitchen slowly when she knocked at the back door. I had just put a pot of coffee on to brew, when I told her to come in. I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and asked her to eat with me. She told me, she ate earlier. Then sit down and have toast and coffee while I eat. As I ate the eggs and sipped my coffee, I looked at Joyce with new interest. She was about my age about twenty-five pounds over weight. Her hair needed the care of a professional hair stylist. She looked like a typical comfortable housewife. She had a wide face with a pleasant smile. I could predict that Judy would look very much like her at that age. They both had dark brown hair. I wondered if I could seduce her. We were talking about a variety of things. As the conversation became more personal I mentioned that my husband was the kind of guy that when he wanted sex, simply humped for a few minutes, shot his load and rolled over and fell asleep. I was left to reach my climax with my finger. Joyce laughed and admitted that her husband rarely bothered fucking her anymore. She suspected he was fucking some girl from his office. When I felt she was ready, I told her that as a girl I had always wanted to find out what it would be like to have sex with other women, but never had the nerve. Joyce blushed when she admitted that she had thought about it too. Then in a confidential tone I told her about when I was in college and my roommate was an art major. She invited me to a pot party after finals at the home of a faculty member. I told her that one of the women art teachers took a liking to me. After we shared some pot with each other she led me to a bedroom. Joyce was showing a lot of interest and leaning across the table. I told her how the teacher seduced me. We became lovers for most of the year. Near the end of the academic year I went to her home one evening and knocked on her door. She came to the door with a housecoat on and bare foot. I saw past her into the room and saw a girl that looked like she was not even old enough to be in college sprawled on the couch naked. I told Joyce that I ran home crying. I met my husband right after that. When he asked me to marry him I did. Joyce told me about getting drunk one night at a party, before she had Judy. Her husband had passed out. When the wife of one of the neighbors asked her to dance with her, she accepted. The woman led and soon she felt her straddling her leg and rubbing her cunt on her thigh. The woman took hold of her head and kissed her on the mouth. When she turned loose of her head she took her by the hand and led her to a bedroom. She told me, that the woman pulled her panties off and draped her skirt over her head and shoved her cunt into her mouth. I was not sure who was sucking who. I asked her who was doing the sucking. Joyce blushed again, "I was sucking her cunt!" I felt right then that I could dominate her. I reached across the dining table and felt her big breast. They were so large that she needed a strong bra to support them. I lifted them until she had to stand up. I pulled her around the table and kissed her on the mouth. When she gave herself to me. I picked up my dishes and put them in the sink to soak. I led her up to my bedroom and watched her as she undressed. I told her what to take off and when. I was in total control as I directed her to suck my tits. She was totally submissive when I told her to suck my cunt. I masturbated her with my big toe as she sucked my cunt. My final command to her was to lick my asshole. To my surprise, she knelt on the floor and pulled my hips to the edge of the bed, and licked my asshole until I climaxed. I took advantage of my power over her to have her service me two or three times a day after that. At night I was making love to Judy. That was not enough for me. One day I had Joyce in my bedroom with the window open. When Judy got home she went to her room to change before coming over to visit me. I was watching her enter her room and look across the driveway and see her mother licking my asshole. She was in shock. I put my finger to my lips and beckoned her to come over. When she entered my room Joyce could not hear or see because my thighs were holding her head tightly to my cunt. I motioned for Judy to join us. She stripped quickly and when she was naked I motioned for her to kiss her mothers ass. Joyce was startled when she felt wet lips on her ass. I looked back when I released her head. She was in mortified shock at being discovered by her daughter sucking the cunt of a woman. She sat there motionless and speechless. It was Judy that gathered her into her arms and kissed her mother. I sat back and watched as mother and daughter kissed and sucked each other's cunts. When they were satisfied, I had them both suck my tits and take turns sucking my cunt and asshole. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com.