Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2011 10:11:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Daughter of a Dyke (lesbian/adult youth, oral, g/Fg...) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and other girls and women. 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 on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Daughter of a Dyke By Jan My mother was a full bodied country girl. She married as a teenager to the first guy that proposed to her. They moved to the west coast because there was no work available for an uneducated young man in the Midwest. Of course factory jobs and fast food clerks are just about the only jobs he was qualified for. Mom wanted to have a baby, if for no other reason than to prove her femininity. Back home she had endured the rejection of both male and females, because she just looked so masculine. She had a square jaw like a man, on a five-foot ten frame. If she didn't have those monstrous G-sized breasts people would have thought she was male from a distance. Dad on the other hand was a delicate guy. He took a lot of heckling for being too pretty to be a man. That might have been the reason he wanted to move to San Francisco, California. The popular image the Bible belt Middle West has of San Francisco is that it is nothing but Liberals, Communists, and Queers. It did not take long for him to discover his gay side. Mom didn't divorce him because that would make her look like a failure as a wife and woman, although they separated. I was lucky enough to physically look like a female carbon copy of my father. Mom was a dish- water blonde, I am a brunette, with big cow-like, expressive brown eyes. They named me after my matrilineal grandmother, named Janie. We set up housekeeping in the economically depressed area. Mom found that the best place for her to work was as a waitress in a Lesbian nightclub. That allowed her to be home with me during the day. It didn't take her long to be accepted within the lesbian community. For a change in her life, her looks became an asset. There were plenty of submissive women that found her attractive. They flirted with her at work. Mom must have figured if men rejected her because of her manly physical appearance, and lesbian women accepted her because of her looks, she might as well enjoy it, after all these submissive women would do anything to play with her breasts, and suck her pussy. Mother would bring home her women friends after work. The cocktail lounge closed at 2 am, so it was close to 3 am by the time they would get home. I would be asleep when they came home, and they would be gone before I woke up. Long before I was old enough to completely understand my mother's relationship with the women she brought home, she had become a full fledged dyke. Even I noticed the change in her appearance. When I saw my mother's tattoos, I thought they were very pretty, even though I didn't understand them. On the back of her left shoulder was a pretty naked female with bat wings. The shading of the wings and body were so realistic. Rather than a bunch of individual little tattoos she had a very elaborate floral design tattooed around her left tit and ribcage. It was not uncommon for me to see her girlfriend's nude when they spent the night with Mom. They never hid from me the fact that they were going to have sex. Given my exposure to lesbians, it was no wonder that I developed an attraction for my girlfriends at school. Mom didn't want me exposed to the ridicule of children at a public school for having a dyke for a mother, so she got me into home schooling with a liberal group where most of the children were the children of gay and lesbian couples. Like most young girls, my best friends were all girls. Having seen my mother making love to her girlfriends, I also developed an interest in girl-girl sex. There was no shortage in prospective girls to select from. All of the girls in our school were very familiar with their parent's lifestyle. All of us gossiped about what we saw going on in our homes. The girls living with their gay fathers told us all about what they saw their fathers were doing with their boyfriends. Those of us living with lesbian mothers had also witnessed a lot of sexual activity. As a result I was very familiar with the mechanics of lesbian sex, so all I had to do is select the girls I wanted to make love to. I was only eleven years old when I decided that I had to find out what lesbian sex was all about. Mom had always seen to it that I was the picture of the feminine girl. My dark hair was so long that I could actually sit on my own hair. She did braid it so that my hair developed a natural wave, when it was brushed out. I still had the little girl's body that looks more like a little boy's, but there was the hint that my areolas and nipples would be large as a woman. My hips were still narrow, but my vulva had a definite bulge. I also have darker skin than my mother, and if anything, I have a Mediterranean look about me. I think my father was at least part southern Italian. I had always been fascinated with the differences between my mother and me. I spent a lot of time in front of mirrors checking out what I looked like. I had even checked out what my pussy and asshole looked like. Mom's pubic hair was a curly brown, and spread all over her vulva area, and her asshole was almost pink, where my asshole was dark, it was almost a smoky gray brownness. I knew it would be about three years before I would sprout pubic hair, but I knew that when I did that it would be black. Like all of the girls I knew, I was impatient to be a complete woman. When I decided to experiment with sex, I deliberately selected a girl my age, in my class, named Candia. We were taking U. S. History from a mother that had a PhD in history at the time. I invited Candia to visit me in the evening. Mom went to work at six every evening so Candia and I would have all of the time in the world to do whatever we wanted. We were both a little awkward at first. We didn't know just what we should do. We put on our favorite dance music, and started dancing with each other. I also knew where Mom kept her booze, so we treated ourselves to a couple of drinks. When we felt relaxed enough, I suggested that we take our clothes off. When Candia agreed, I helped her get undressed. I wanted to check out what she looked like naked. It was funny because she had an Italian surname, but looked more like an Irishwoman, where I was probably only a quarter Italian, and everyone thought I was one. I checked out her body very carefully. We were built very much alike physically. Her breasts were no more developed than my own, and her pussy was bald. I had already started to sprout a few dark hairs on my vulva. We were both a little shy about what we should do. We kind of wrestled and kissed each other. While we were kissing we felt each other's chest. Eventually we both placed our hands on each other's vulva and rubbed them vigorously. We got together several times before we got around to kissing each other's pussy. I remember smelling the ammonia of urine on her pussy before tasting her pussy. After actually starting to lick her, the smell of urine was forgotten. There was the taste of iron on my tongue kind of like licking raw meat. I didn't mind the taste at all. Sucking her pussy only increased my desire to find out what a grown woman's pussy would taste like. Mom had always kept her girlfriends away from me. It was as if she didn't want them seducing me, but about the time I was playing with Candia, Mother was dating a woman that was about her age. Her name was Donna, a very feminine woman. Unlike my mother's masculine appearance, this woman was the picture of a sexy woman. Her hair was styled in a very soft frame around her delicate facial features. She had a nice figure that can only be called hour glass like. She had full DD breasts. She had long shapely legs. Everything about her spoke of sex appeal. She dressed fashionably at all times and smelled of exotic perfumes. Because of the cool costal climate of San Francisco, women enjoy dressing up more. If a woman wears a business suit during the day, she would not be properly dressed without a hat and gloves. In an office setting the hat would be more like a pill box hat. An outdoor event would call for wide brimmed hats. Evening attire always includes coats to stave off the cool night air. Fur coats are good, but rain can dictate whether a woman selects waterproof over furs. Of course I found her very attractive. Her flirtation with me was very subtle. She never did anything around Mother to upset her. Just the same I was aware of her eyes studying me. Anytime she visited while I was not home I could smell her fragrance as soon as I came home. I started fantasizing about having sex with her. She knew full well that I was home alone as much as ten hours every evening. Rather than make my mother suspicious about her motives, she never suggested that she would babysit for me. One evening there was a knock on the door about an hour after mom had left for work. I checked through a peek hole before I opened the door. I knew Donna had no reason to be dropping by to visit me while Mom was at work, so I suspected her motives. When I allowed her in, she told me that she just wanted to keep me company while my mother was at work. I offered her something to drink. She asked me if she could have coffee. I was only too happy to make a pot of coffee for her. She preferred her coffee with just sugar. I preferred my coffee with a lot of flavored non-dairy creamer. She wanted to talk to me, so we had our coffee in the living room. She insisted on sitting next to me. So we sat on the couch. I had smelled her perfume the moment she entered, but sitting next to her was like being bathed in her aroma. I was curious why Donna was stopping by when my mother was at work. I suspected that Donna was interested in me sexually though. Donna tasted her coffee before she started asking me questions. "Janie...I want to know if you know about your mother's relationship with me." I paused before answering, "I have known about my mother and you from your first visit." "Have you ever thought about the kind of sex that your mother and I engage in?" she asked. "I have wondered what sex with a woman would be like." I said. "Have you ever experimented with sex?" she asked. I was reluctant to admit having had sex with my girlfriend, Candia. "Why do you want to know?" I asked. Donna smiled, "Your reluctance to discuss your activities tells me that you have probably experimented with your young friend already." I just blushed, without further comment. I figured anything I would say would give away my feelings. Donna added, "Honey...the reason I asked the question is because I am attracted to you very much. I know that an adult should not seduce a minor, but you are so pretty that I get wet every time I see you." Knowing that this beautiful woman desired me also excited me. Everything about her was so sexy I felt a strong attraction for her. Without admitting to anything about my relationship with any of my girlfriends, I admitted to her that I had fantasized about her too. Donna enveloped me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. I didn't resist. I wanted to find out what it would be like to have sex with an adult woman. She started rubbing my body while kissing me. Her tongue was much larger than Candia's tongue. The kiss was almost intoxicating. I felt her touching at my clothes. I felt the cooler air as my belly was exposed, and her warm hand sliding up my belly to my unprotected nipples. When her fingers stimulated my nipples it was almost as if she was touching them with electrical wires. She lifted my blouse to expose my nipples, so that she could suck on them. It almost took my breath away. When she placed my hand on one of her breasts, I was overjoyed. I learned that under her gray suit jacket she only had a colorful turquoise scarf tucked into her jacket. When she placed my hand inside her jacket, I felt the soft yielding flesh of her magnificent breast. She unbuttoned her jacket, allowing me to see her full breasts. I could see her mauve areolas and nipples. Donna stuck her hand under one of her tits and lifted it for my inspection. I couldn't resist feeling both of her tits. Her nipples felt like firm grapes under the palms of my hands. I couldn't resist sucking on her breasts. I can't describe how much I enjoyed sucking on her nipples. Donna sat there next to me, and started playing with my legs. She stroked my inner thighs working her way up to my pussy. She rubbed my clitoris until it was driving me crazy, then she tried to slip a manicured finger into the barrel of my vagina, only to find her path blocked by my hymen. She exclaimed, "Oh...honey you are still a virgin! I just love you to death! I can't be the one to take your cherry!" With that she withdrew her finger, and kissed me very tenderly. She smelled her finger before she stuck her finger in her mouth. Watching this lovely woman smelling my pussy juice on her finger, and sucking her finger looked so wickedly nasty it was embarrassing to me. After she sucked her finger clean, she bent over and placed her head in my lap. The sight of her beautiful hair flowing over my legs, as she started lapping at my pussy was so erotic to me. She was using her tongue so skillfully that I could not keep my butt still. I was wiggling around under her head. All that did was add to the maddening sensations her tongue was producing in my body. She actually caused me to faint for a few moments. I don't know if that was my first climax or not, but it sure as hell felt good. While I was lying against the back of the couch recovering, Donna settled in next to me and started kissing me on the mouth again while she continued stroking my pussy gently. I could smell my pussy odor along with her perfume, and feel my slimy juice. It reminded me of what she had just done for me. I wanted to make love to her the same way. Donna stood up and turned her suit skirt a quarter turn, so that the buttoned tongue and zipper that had been on her hip was around in front of her body. She unfastened and unzipped the skirt. She pulled the skirt down over her ample hips, and stepped out of it. She carefully folded the skirt before laying it down. While she was moving around I was looking at her body very carefully. I was truly impressed with her body. I was thinking that I would love to have a body like hers when I grew up. She had on tight fitting little lacy panties. I just loved the way that so much of her butt was exposed. She had on pantyhose that were almost nude looking under the panties. While many would have questioned why she had gone out in public without a slip on, I found it erotic that she had on pantyhose. When she rolled down the delicate black panties, I marveled at how erotic her pussy looked hidden behind the reinforced crotch of her pantyhose. Her pubic hair was matted behind the tan nylon. Her dark pubic hair created a dark shadow between this gorgeous woman's legs. I looked on in anticipation as she removed her pointed toed black pumps, before she prepared to roll down her pantyhose. As soon as she got the hosiery down to her thighs, she sat down next to me again, and lifted her legs up to the sky one at a time as she finished taking off her nylons. She held up the nylons and smelled the crotch of her own hose before she dangled the moist crotch under my nose. The strong, musty, womanly odor of her hosiery stimulated a strong sexual desire in me. I slipped off of the couch, and positioned myself on my knees between her legs. I paused to put my hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wider, before putting my head between her legs. I had never been that close to a mature woman's pussy before. I studied the hairs on the woman's vulva. I noticed that the woman's labia protruded well beyond the opening of her pussy. It looked almost as if there were two separate pairs of lips protecting her cunt. The clitoris was hooded from view, but there was a bulbous swelling at the top of the second labia that beckoned to be played with. When I took the swollen flesh between my fingers and thumb, I thrilled at the response I got from her. She was moaning and saying all kinds of expletives suitable for a mule skinner or a drunken sailor. I found her vulgar language sexually stimulating, and inspiring at the same time. Donna was impatient to feel my lips upon her womanly lips, so she took hold of my head with both hands, and pulled my head against her open pussy. There was no obstruction to prevent me from seeing into the barrel of her vagina, and sticking my fingers and tongue into her cunt. There was not that much difference between the tastes of her pussy from that of Candia's pussy. I did notice that Donna produced a lot more pussy juice for me to feast upon. While I enjoyed the fruits of my labors my nose was rubbing against her coarse pubic hair. I noticed that the odor of her womanhood clung to the hairs. For the first time in my life I understood the purpose of a woman's pubic hair. For the rest of my life as much as I enjoy the clean fragrance of a pre- pubescent girl's pussy, I also enjoy the natural fragrance of an adult woman's full pubic bush. When I had satisfied Donna's sexual appetite for sex, we got dressed and talked about what we should do about our feelings. She knew that my mother would be furious with her for seducing her daughter. She didn't want to antagonize my mother and knew if we continued meeting like this that my mother would find out. She told me that she had to seek my mother's approval to see me. We kissed and she left. I had grown accustomed to the fragrance of her perfume, but knew that the furniture, air and even my body was permeated with her fragrance, including the odor of her womanhood. As soon as she was gone, I set about cleaning the odor of that lovely woman from the apartment diligently, before I bathed my body, and soaked in the warmth of the water while I relished the memory of my first liaison with and adult woman. Nothing more was said between Donna and me for weeks. I was growing so horny about her that masturbating was not enough! I was growing impatient for more sex with an adult woman, any woman! When Mom got home one night without another woman in tow, I waited for her to fall asleep before entering her bedroom. The room was cooled by the bay area's damp night breeze. She was covered up by her thick quilted blankets. The air in her room was filled with the smell of alcohol she had consumed while working and spilled on herself. The closer I drew to the bed the more I could smell her body odor. She was not one to use perfume, so her body smelled of soap and sweat. I pulled back the covers, and admired her full figure. When she turned over in her sleep to cover up her naked body I witnessed her hairy underarms and completely unshaven pussy. It was a tangle of brown hair, but I could still see her pussy opening. Her body was so plump that her labia were buried deep within her plump vulva. I lay down next to her and covered us both up before she woke up. She instinctually cuddled up against my warm naked body. She was unaware that the body she was grasping was her daughter's. She was probably dreaming about some woman she had sex with in the past. I placed my hand on one of her huge tits, and toyed with the nipple. When her big fingers felt my chest, and discovered that it was as flat as a boy's her eyes opened, and she tried to recoil and push me away. She complained, "Janie...I never wanted to make you a part of my way of life. You could have a normal life, marry and have children!" I whispered in her ear, "You never asked me what I wanted! There is nothing a man could offer me besides children. I can have child if I want without having to marry a MAN! I prefer the company of women of all kinds! What makes you think I was not aware of your preference for the company and love of women?" Mother started crying. Her reaction touched me to the heart. I started kissing her closed eyes, without letting go of her tit. There was a long moment while Mom decided what she was going to do. Suddenly she rolled me over onto my back, and covered my body with her much larger and warmer body. She started kissing my face and mouth. When she lifted her head she said, "I never wanted this way of life for you, but from the day I saw how pretty you were, I wanted to make love to you constantly. Whenever I met a young woman that reminded me of you I ravished her body the way I wanted to make love to you!" I returned her kisses and said, "Now you can make love to me all you want. When the time comes we can even share other women and girls with each other!" Mom started bawling all over again as she started kissing me. At first I thought she was still upset, but when she started feeling me up I realized those were tears of joy. Just the same our faces were covered with salty tears. Her heavy body was comforting on top of me. Her hands were all over my body. She kissed her way down my body until she was between my legs. She had not inspected my vagina since I was a baby while she was changing my diaper. This time she not only inspected me with her fingers, she also inspected my pussy with her mouth and tongue. She discovered that my hymen was intact, she withdrew her fingers. She didn't want to deflower me. She just sucked my pussy until she was satisfied that she had made love to me long enough to exhaust me of all of the climaxes I could stand, she rolled off of me, because she was just as tired as I was. I cuddled up between her arm and body to rest. Just smelling her sweaty body was enough to excite me all over again. The smell of her armpit made me so horny I just had to nuzzle my nose in the hair. I placed my hand on one of her monstrous tits, and massaged it until she pulled my head out of her pit, and fed that big nipple to my hungry mouth. Before long the smell of her pussy drew me to it, like a moth to a flame. Mother couldn't believe it when I went down on her. For the next week and a half when I was not in school and she was not at work, we were in bed discovering just how much we loved each other. Mom told me that she would deflower me on my twelfth birthday. We were both neglecting Candia, and Donna. That week Candia's mother was home schooling us when Candia confronted me after the other children had been picked up. Candia accused me of not loving her anymore. She was crying, and telling me that I had not so much as given her a kiss in almost two weeks. I tried to comfort her, by hugging her and kissing her eyes. I told her that a lot had been going on at home lately. Candia's mother interrupted us. She told me that she would take me home. On one hand, I was relieved to get away from Candia on the other hand I did miss making love to her. Her mom owned one of those little two seater electric cars. Her car might have been adequate for running around town, but definitely was not able to travel at highway speeds for long, or climb the hills of San Francisco at much more than a crawl. There was no room for Candia to accompany us, as her mother drove me home. She parked the car a couple of blocks short of my house. I was a little apprehensive about her stopping the car to talk to me. After she set the emergency brake and turned towards me, she started talking. She said, "I had never intended for Candia to become a lesbian like me. I figured that she would probably experiment with girls and boys like most young girls do, before making up her mind what she wanted to do. It has been very noticeable to me how upset she has been because you have not visited her or even called her in almost two weeks. Why haven't you called on her, honey?" I didn't know how much I should tell her. I eventually decided to tell her the truth. "My mother had decided that I am old enough for her to teach me how women make love to women. When I'm not at school or her at work she has been teaching me!" I noticed how quickly the windows had fogged up in the small car, from our breaths and body heat. There was no way anyone could see inside her car. Candia's mother leaned over and put her arm around my shoulders, and pulled me close to her, as she kissed me on the mouth. She also placed her left hand on my knee, before sliding it up the inside of my thigh. I didn't resist as she placed her hand on my wet panties. While she was kissing me she slipped her index finger under the leg of my panties, to play with my pussy. She toyed with my clit before sticking her finger into my pussy. She sat back when she found that I was still a virgin. "I thought your mother is teaching you about sex! Why are you still a virgin?" "Mom is planning on taking my cherry in a couple of months. She is waiting for my twelfth birthday." She sat back in her seat, and spread her legs, while pulling up her skirt. She had on self-supporting nylons, but no panties. I saw her little triangle of womanly pubic hair. I leaned over and played with her pussy, before I put my head down there to taste her cunt. I sucked her off, before she finished taking me home. When I entered my house, Mother was getting ready to go to work. We had a few minutes to chat before she had to leave, so I told her about what Candia's mother and I had talked about, and what we had done. Mom was excited by what I told her, but didn't have the time to do anything about it at that time. The next morning Donna came by unannounced. She was a little put out because my mother had not contacted her or allowed her to come home with her after work in a couple of weeks. There was no attempt to hide the meaning of their argument from me. They openly discussed why Mom had not had a date with her for so long. Any attempt to ensure my ignorance about their relationship was forgotten in the heat of the moment. It was almost comical listening to them argue about whether Mom was fucking some new bimbo from the nightclub. I had to catch the bus for school, before they finished their argument. I could hardly contain my excitement about the outcome until I got home. Mother told me they made up before Donna had to go to work. It was quiet for a couple of weeks though. Mom planned a birthday party for my twelfth birthday. It was not as if it was going to be a big secret. There was a comprehensive list of girls I went to school with and Mother's friends invited. There was a certain amount of anticipation for my upcoming birthday party. This promised to be a memorable occasion. My birthday happened to fall on a Monday. That was Mother's day off. The girls from my home school arrived with their parents in tow. A couple of girls were the daughters of gay male couples; at least having a few males around to keep each other company was good. As it turned out they were adept in communicating with women very well. The cake and presents were fun, but what I was looking forward to was what Mom had promised to do to me on my twelfth birthday. I expected the guests to go home after the food and cake were gone. I didn't expect it to turn into a drinking and dance party. As the party progressed, and everyone was getting a little drunk, my mother announced, "Ladies and gentlemen it is time for Janie to be welcomed from girlhood to womanhood." With that she ushered me into her bedroom. We were followed by several of the women and girls that wanted to witness my being deflowered. As my mother began to remove her clothes, her friends assisted her. At the same time, women were undressing me. When we were both naked I was ceremonially picked up and placed on the center of my mother's bed. While I lay there I watched as mother retrieved a strap-on dildo from her night stand. Her friends helped her step into the straps and pull it up and adjusted the straps tightly around her hips. Donna was the one that retrieved a bottle of lubricant. She applied a generous amount of the liquid to the shaft of that rubber dildo, and helped Mom mount the bed. The guests surrounded the bed to watch my mother penetrate my virgin pussy. When she penetrated my barrel I could not help moaning in pain as the dildo ripped open my hymen. Mother fucked me slowly at first. I was grunting with every deep thrust. As my sexual excitement grew in intensity, Mother started fucking me faster. She was dripping sweat from her face all over my face until I was overtaken by a heart throbbing climax that left me exhausted and breathless. When my mother withdrew her tool from me, she knelt between my legs and lapped up the watery traces of my virgin blood, while I recovered. Every woman and girl in the room not only kissed my mouth as a welcome into the sisterhood, they played with my budding breasts, and stroked my sparkly sprinkling of dark pubic hairs decorated vulva. I was light headed when I stood up. My bangs were plastered to my forehead by my own sweat. I'm sure I was a sight standing there in the cool air covered in sweat. When the party broke up, Candia and mother stayed behind along with Donna. There was a lot more sex to take place that night. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com