Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2020 09:12:58 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Daughters Best Friend (Lesbian/Incest, oral anal, F/f, FF/ff) Incest, oral anal, F/f, FF/ff This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girls 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 2020 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmal.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Daughter's Best Friend By Jan Monday morning, I was preparing to do the laundry when the doorbell rang. It was a warm summer morning and I was just wearing a tank top and comfortable shorts. I was a little put out thinking some salesman was at my door. When I opened the door, Margaret was standing there looking a cute as ever. She was wearing a shorty T- short that just managed to cover her breasts, cutoff jeans that were scandalously short, and canvas tennis shoes without socks. "Mrs. O'Brian, is Marie home?" "I'm sorry Margaret, Marie is spending the day at the beach with her grandparents." "Oh, is it okay if I visit with you?" "That would be alright, but this is laundry day. I am doing the wash." "I can help." "Okay" She followed me as I went to Margaret's room and I stripped the bed of the bedspread and pull the top sheet off and was about to pulled the fitted sheet off of the mattress. Margaret was behind me and as I bent over to pull the sheet out from under the mattress when I felt Margaret's body press against my butt and she leaned over my back. She reached around my body and placed her hands on my tits. Her actions startled me and I stood upright. Margaret whispered in my ear: "I love you Mrs. O'Brian! I have wanted to make love to you for a long time." I turned to face Margaret and held her at arm's length. "Margaret, it is totally inappropriate for you to be groping me like that and professing such emotions to a woman old enough to be your mother." "I can't help the way I feel about you!" "We better sit down and have a talk!" I had her sit on the bed and I sat next to her. I asked her: "What makes you think that you are in love with me?" Margaret clasped her hand together on her lap. As you know Maria and I went to different junior high schools and only met when we got to high school. We had several classes together this past year. When we became friends and had sleepovers at each other's homes I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I knew Marie was not home and just had to let you know how I feel about you." "Margaret, it is flattering that you feel that way about me, but it is inappropriate. Young girls like you often experiment with their sexual feelings with each other. It just isn't proper for a girl your age to be feeling up older women." Margaret turned to face me. "I have known that I am a lesbian for years! I don't want to fool around with girls! I am just friends with Marie and several other girls. When I met you, I fell in love instantly!" "You say you have known you were a lesbian for years but how do you know that?" "When I was 9-years-old I happened to be visiting my aunt and saw her making love to another woman. Later that evening after her friend had gone home, I asked her about what I had witnessed and she asked me how I felt about what I had witnessed. I told her that it excited me. She asked me if I would like to find out what it felt like, and I assured her that I did. We got undressed and she taught me all about how we could please each other. I have only wanted to have sex with older women since then." "Have you had a lot of experience with older women?" "I see my aunt six or seven times a year and I did meet another woman about a year ago that was in town on business. I spent the night with her in her hotel room. Can I ask if you have ever been in love with another woman?" "Margaret, you shouldn't ask me that kind of question! That is too personal of a question." "Please tell me if you have ever made love to a female?" "Damn it Margaret, Okay, my first sexual encounter was with a girlfriend when I was 11-years old. I had sex with several other girls all the way through college. I even had sex with a female professor when I was a 19-year-old sophomore while in college." Margaret reached for my left beast again. And she got on her knees and kissed me on the mouth. I grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her away. "Margaret, stop doing that!" Margaret struggled to hug me and kissed me again. Her mouth tasted and smelled like Juicy Fruit gum. I gave up and returned her kiss. I even stuck my tongue into her mouth and captured her gum. When the kiss ended, I was chewing her gum. After I gave up resisting, Margaret slipped her hands under my tank top and ran her hand up my ribs to my comfortable nylon bra. (I like nylon bras because they hold up my tits and allows my nipples to make an impression on my shirts and dresses.) Margaret started squeezing both of my tits. It took my breath away. I pulled her close and lifted her half T-shirt up. She had to let go of my tits long enough to pull her shirt over her head. The little tart was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were creamy white 36-C with perfect little pink areolas and inverted nipples. She immediately started pulling my tank top over my head as well. she looked impressed when she saw the black transparent nylon bra. My family genes blessed me with 38-DD sized breasts. The shadow of my areolas was as large as silver dollars and my nipples were as large as Concord grapes. While Margaret struggled to reach around me to unfasten the bra, I whispered in her ear: "Marie and my husband must never know about what takes place today. Promise me that you will never do or say anything that will draw suspicion." "Mrs. O'Brian, I promise I will never say anything to anyone about this!" "Oh, for Christ's sake, Honey, you don't have to say anything to give us away! All you need to do is look at me like you're now or touch my arm or leg too long." At that moment my bra fell away from my body to create a little ball of black nylon on my lap. I picked it up and tossed it onto the pile of laundry to be washed. Margaret took hold of my left tit with both hands and took hold of my nipple with her open mouth. She sucked very hard on my nipple. I loved the feeling she was inducing in me. While she was nursing on my tit, I started pulling on the waistband of her cut-off jeans knowing that the copper buttons would open. Even with the four buttons open the crotch of her shorts were so tight that just putting my hand into her pants all but shut off blood flow to my hand. When I started stroking her pussy with my middle finger Margaret released my tit and sat upright as she struggled to pull her jeans down. I saw and felt the crotch of her pale blue panties were soaking wet and felt slimy. They were so tight that they looked like they were painted on. It was difficult for me to get my fingers under the waistband of her panties. While I was stroking her pussy Margaret rolled her panties down and pulled them free of her feet. The ball wadded up in her hand was even smaller than my bra had made. She dropped them on the floor. I admired her smooth skin and remembered when my own vagina looked like hers. Her youthful triangle of light brown hair needed no trimming. The bulge was so puffy I want to bend over and lick her pussy, but Margaret wanted to get me out of my own shorts. She reached for the button holding the flap over the zipper with trembling hands. I had to help her undo the button on my hip freeing the flap allowing her to pull down the zipper. My own shorts were rummy enough that they fell to the floor when I stood up. The panties I was wearing were old enough that the elastic was stretched to the point that it was almost useless. A simple tug and they fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. Margaret seemed to be just as interested in my pussy as I had been in hers. Margaret reached out and combed my pubic hair with her fingernails. I spread my legs to give her easier access. When she ran her index finger down the valley of my vagina I jerked when her finger first came in contact with my clit. She continued running her finger down to my vagina and she shoved her finger as deep into my pussy as her fist would allow and hooked it as she pulled me back to the bed. I stepped up onto my daughter's bed on my knees. When we fell onto the bed clinging to each other I was almost crying at the prospect of making love to a girl almost as young as I was the first time, I tasted another girl's pussy. There was a brief struggle over which one of us was in charge. Being the larger and stronger I prevailed. I forced her to lie on her back and spread her legs. Looking down at her body her breasts looked like candy to me. I fell upon her and took turns sucking on both of her breasts. In that position I pressed my crotch against hers and virtually humped our hairy pussies against each other's until Margaret followed my orgasm with one of her own. We lay together in our own sweat. When we recovered, I figured that I better start the laundry and got Margaret to help me finishing stripping Marie's bed and bundling her sheets up before stripping my own bed. She carried the two bundles sheets while I carried the laundry hamper to the laundry room. After sorting everything I started the washing. While we waited for the first load to finish, we got something to drink. Considering that I just succumbed to the advances of my daughter's best friend I figured she was mature enough to have a drink of vodka and 7-up on the rocks with a twist of lime. . We sat our bare butts on the hardwood chairs at the breakfast table in the kitchen. I told Margaret that it was foolish to do this again because we are bound to get caught. Margaret pleaded with me because she wanted to see me more often. When the washing-machine cycle finished we emptied it and put the load in the dryer and started the next load in the washing-machine. When we finished our drinks, I couldn't resist sitting Margaret on the table and spreading her legs to suck her pussy again. Several hours later the laundry was folded and put away and the beds were made. We wound up in the family room and we sucked each other's pussy one more time before we bathed together. We got dressed and I walked her to the door. I pleaded with her to only visit when Marie was home. She walked away defiantly. When my parents dropped off Marie that evening, she was sunburned I filled the tub with water and added a generous amount of vinegar to take the sting out of her sunburn. I lay there next to my husband that evening thinking about what had taken place that day with Margaret. When I heard him snoring so I couldn't get to sleep and was reduced to masturbating to orgasm to be able to go to sleep. In the morning after getting my husband off to work I settled down to enjoy a cup of coffee. It was another hour before Marie made her appearance. I asked her about her sunburn and she assured me that it felt much better. While I made her breakfast, I asked what she was going to do today. She said that she was going to visit Margaret. I felt my plus quicken. I watched her leave and set about doing my own chores. When it was close to lunchtime both girls showed up hungry as usual. They both pitched in while I prepared lunch. The disturbing thing was the way Margaret started at me and brushed against my body. The two of them went outside to play while I cleaned up. Later in the evening when Marie and I were alone the subject of Margaret's behavior came up. Marie said: "Mom, I think Margaret has a crush on you. I have never seen her act that way around anyone else." I had been embarrassed by the way Margaret had acted, but having Marie draw attention to the behavior of her best friend was even more embarrassing. I tried to dismiss her behavior by saying: "I'm sure your mistaken Margaret is too young to be flirting with women old enough to be her mother." "I know Margaret well enough to know when she is horny for someone. She told me all about how her aunt seduced her. She has told me that she is attracted to older women. The way she behaved this morning around you it was obvious that she wants to get in your panties." "That's not going to happen!" "Why not? I'm sure she would be a good lover." "What are you saying? Do you think I should have sex with your best friend?" "Would it shock you if I told you that I'm fucking her mother?" "You're kidding, aren't you?" "Not at all, Margaret's mother and I sleep together whenever I spend the night supposedly with Margaret." It took me a moment to absorb what my daughter was telling me. I eventually came to grips with what she was saying. I was shocked to learn that my daughter was having an affair with the mother of her best friend. I had to think about what she told me for a day or two. I called Margaret's home one morning after Marie had left the house. When Margaret's mother answered the phone I said, "Hello Mrs. Brooks this is Marie's mother, Angie. We need to talk! Can we get together, either at your or my home?" It was agreed that she would come to my house. I prepared a pot of coffee and sweetbreads for her rival. She arrived shortly after 9:00 am. Both girls were off doing something or other. When we greeted each-other we exchanged pecks on the cheek and told each other our given names. Her name was Irina. She commented Angie doesn't sound like an Irish name. I told her my husband is Irish. My maiden was Fata an Italian name. I asked would you like to join me for a cup of coffee in the kitchen?" "Thank you, a cup of coffee sounds wonderful." I led her to the kitchen and served her coffee while she sat at the breakfast table. After we had sweetened out coffee to taste and sipped a little, we started talking. "Irina, your daughter made a pass at me the other day, and when I talked to my daughter about Margaret's behavior, she told me that she was in a sexual relationship with Margaret's mother. Was she telling me the truth?" "Would it disturb you if she was telling you the truth?" "To tell the truth, I'm not sure how I feel." Then let me ask you did you have ever had a sexual encounter with another female?" She asked. I sat back in my chair and took a long sip from my cup: "Okay, when I was 11 an older girl seduced me. From that time through college I always had a girlfriend I could rely on to satisfy my sexual needs when a male disappointed me on a date. How about you?" Irina leaned close as if she was about to tell me a secret: "In my case, an aunt instructed me in the art of pleasing a woman when I was 9. My husband is a big rig driver for a national moving company. There are times he is on the road for months at a time. We have an agreement not to discuss what we do when we are apart. I'm aware that he enjoys the company of both men and women when he is away. In his absence, I am free to enjoy the company of women. Margaret learned about my women friends a few years ago when she came home early from school because she was sick. She walked into my bedroom when I was making love to one of the women from my card club. After we talked about it, she started experimenting with her friends and she started having sex with the women in my card club." "Doesn't it bother you, that she is seeking the company of older women?" "I'm thankful that she is not getting into trouble with boys. My friends are very careful with her." "How did Marie get involved with you?" "One weekend when she was having a sleepover at our house she came into my room and got in bed with me and kissed me. I couldn't resist." I was curious about what they did in bed, but couldn't bring myself to ask. At that point, Irina placed her hand on top of mine. There was a moment of indecision before I responded. I turned my hand over and laced my fingers with hers as I stood up, pulling her to her feet as well. I led her to my bedroom and I hugged her. We proceeded to undress each other. Her breasts were every bit as large as my own. I found it interesting that she was wearing a corset without panties. Her pubic area was shaved except for the trimmed landing strip leading to her vagina. Her inner labia protruded beyond her labia majora and looked like flesh-colored cauliflower. We lay on the bed and embraced. We played with and sucked each other's breasts before we got around to checking out each other's pussy. I was fascinated with her labia. I wondered what she had done to stretch it so much. When I buried my face into her pussy the labia molded around my face. It was all very exciting making love to her. When we had both had a couple of orgasms we lay there in each other's arms. I thought about her story and asked her: "Tell me about your card club." She was resting her head on my left arm as her face was only inches from my face as she looked into my eyes and told me: "We have a group of a half dozen women that get together to play cards at least once a week. We play Canasta or Hearts. The way we play the games is the losers have to perform any sexual act the winners demand of them." "It has been ages since I played either Canasta or Hearts. What are my chances of joining the club?" "Speaking for the club, I'm sure that you would be welcome. I would be thrilled to teach you how to play!" We were laying there masturbating each other slowly when the girls walked into the bedroom. Rather than being upset, they jumped on the bed and while Margaret was all over my body Marie was on top of Irina. It was crowed, with four on the bed and we kept bumping into each other as we made love to each other. I was about to have a complete change in my life. 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