Date: Fri, 8 May 2015 02:23:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club 27 (lesban/adult youth, oral, anal, F/Ff, f/F, F.f) Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/Ff, f/F, 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: 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 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Mother Daughter Exchange Club 27 By Jan Everything changed between my daughter, Diane, and me the day she came into the kitchen and announced, "MOM YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME TO MEET MRS. BROOKS AND HER DAUGHTER THIS FRIDAY!" I said, "Slow down, what are you talking about?" "I have been chatting with a woman I met on-line. Mrs. Brooks and her daughter are about our age, and she is a widow too. I would like to have us meet then this Friday to get to know them!" I reluctantly agreed to date them. Diane was really animated about the date. She even told me that she had programed the address into my car's navigation system. She even insisted on me wearing my little black cocktail dress. So I did take the effort to dress appropriately. Diane dresses a lot more mature than her 15-years of age. She put on her own cocktail dress, and high heels. I hardly noticed she tossed her book bag in the back seat before getting into the car. The Brooks family lived in a nice section of the suburbs on a tree lined street. The canopy of the trees made the street like a green tunnel as we approached our destination. The house was a nice craftsman set back from the street. It was obvious that the house and yard were well groomed by professionals. I parked the car on the driveway and we made our way to the front door, and rang the bell. I was impressed with the blonde headed woman that answered the door. She was about 35-years old. Her body looked as fit as a 20-year-olds. She flashed a very white toothy smile as she extended her hand in greeting. She said, "You must be Diane's mother! You look too young to have a teenaged daughter. Just call me Angie, Honey!" She gave both of us hugs and she even kissed Diane on the mouth. She led us into the parlor and we were met by a teenager entering from another part of the house. She had on a party dress that was covered by an apron. She wiped her hands on it before shaking hands with the two of us. Angie introduced us to her daughter as Alice and we changed hugs and cheeks. They took us on a tour of the house that duly impressed us with their home. The last room we visited was the kitchen/dining area. Alice had obviously been helping prepare dinner for the four of us. We enjoyed a delicious dinner and delightful conversation. I learned a lot about them. Our lives ran very close parallels. We even lost or husbands to illnesses about the same time. When we had finished eating, as Alice gathered up the dishes and put them into the dishwasher, Angie picked up a couple of long stemmed wine glasses and a full bottle of red wine, and led Diane and me back to the family room. I had brought my own glass with me. She handed one glass to Diane and we settled down on a sectional couch. Diane and I were sitting next to each other and Angie was sitting in the other portion of the couch. She set about filling our glasses with a generous amount of wine. We picked up our conversation where we had left off. Alice eventually joined us, and had brought along her glass and a freshly opened bottle of red wine. She sat down next to her mother and joined the conversation. Angie quickly began to monopolize Diane's conversation. Alice was also addressing her conversation tone. At one point Angie suggested that she show Diane her collection of antique dolls. As she stood up she took Diane's hand and pulled her to her feet and led her away. That left the space where she had been sitting vacant, and Alice moved over to sit next to me, and continued our conversation. At some point I became aware that Angie and Diane had been gone longer than I would have suspected that would keep my daughter's interest at looking at her doll collection. I suggested that maybe we should join her mother. Alice chucked, "I don't think we would be welcome spectators!" "What are you saying?" "Your daughter and my mother are probably doing more than swapping spit by now." "What are you suggesting?" "Didn't Diane tell you that my mother and I belong to a 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club' and they are probably having sex, in her bedroom, at this moment." She said. Her revelation was over whelming. I sat back stunned. Alice reached for my hand, "I'm sorry that you didn't know why she wanted you to come here tonight, because I wanted to meet you very much." Her hand was running up my arm, sending chills through my body. I have to admit that I found this teenager very sexy. "I'm no prude. I even had experimented with lesbian sex with girlfriends in my undergraduate days. I had given that up when I got married. I was also aware that Diane had experimented with her girlfriends while in her bedroom. I never made a fuss about it, because I assumed she would settle down and find some guy she wanted to settle down with. I never suspected that she was taking lesbianism seriously." "Are you telling me that you were planning on spending the weekend with me?" Alice chuckled, "I have a bag packed for a two day stay." As she said that she placed her hand on my left tit and gave it a little squeeze. I felt completely out of control. I was confused. I sat there thinking about what Diane had gotten me into, and did I want to go along with her plans. I was mad at her for pulling such a stunt. How dare her assume that I would go along with her plans to exchange daughters without even asking. It dawned on me that Alice might be lying about what was going on. I figured I better check on Diane anyway, so I slipped off my heels and stood up, and made my way down the hall to the master bedroom. Alice must have thought I was heading for her bedroom when I took my heels off, so she slipped off her heels and followed me. Only I continued down the hall to the door of the master bedroom. When I tested the door it opened quietly. When I peeked in I was shocked to see what was going on. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it. My nose was assailed by the aroma of hot pussies. There was Angie lying naked on top of her bed, with my naked Diane on top of her. There was no doubt that my daughter was the aggressive partner in this act. My daughter was performing a 69 act of oral sex on the woman. She was clinging to the thighs of Angie while she licked and sucked on her pussy, and she was humping her own pussy against Angie's face. With the opening of the door Diane looked up and gave me a smile with her face covered with the slimy juice of Angie. Alice was standing behind me, and her hands were resting on my hips. I had seen all I cared to see, so I backed out of the doorway and closed the door. Alice and I made our way back to the family room. I collapsed on the couch and sat there with my eyes closed. I was picturing the sight of my daughter's naked body on top of a woman old enough to be her mother. There was no doubt that she was enjoying sucking the cunt of the woman. Alice sat next to me with her thigh pressed against my thigh. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I hardly noticed her until I felt her hand on my right tit. That brought me back to reality. I grabbed her hand and told her, "You shouldn't be doing this!" In response she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. It took me a moment before I surrendered to my own desires, and I placed my hand on her breast. While I was feeling her tit, she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh. The touch of her hand caused my muscles to tremor, and her hand slid up my thigh to the warm crotch of my panties. It was my turn to place my hand on her thigh and run my hand up her leg. I expected to find warm panties, but my hand found her little tangle of pubic hair. Her young vagina was a little puffy mound. The labia minor were still tucked away between the labia major. My index finger sought out and found her little clitoris. When I started diddling it, she let out a satisfied moan. Then Alice took the initiative to stand up, pulled me to my feet, and led me to her bed room. As we entered her bedroom we both heard some very interesting conversations coming from her mother's bedroom. It was obvious that my daughter was pleasing Angie from the string of obscenities extoling Diane's abilities with her tongue. It was strangely erotic hearing that nasty language. I couldn't get in Alice's bedroom quick enough. I started undoing the back of her party dress. When she stepped out of it she only had on self- supporting nylons and practically new red pumps. She turned to face me with hands on her hips provocatively. I admired her figure only the young can look so supple. Her breasts were firm pointed cones with puffy little areolas, and she sported a trimmed little triangle of dark pubic hair. She helped me out of my clothes. From the expression on her face she must have liked what she saw. She led me to her bed and we settled down to enjoy each other. Alice was a very skilled lover. She kissed, sucked and pulled on my nipples until they hurt, but I loved it. When she went down on my pussy it was thrilling. She didn't stop until I was screaming, "Oh, my GAWD, I can't stop cumming." While I was in the throes of my orgasm the bedroom door opened and in came Angie and Diane with their arms wrapped around each other. Angie sat on the bed next to us and told me that she had met Diane on the web and they had arranged for us to get together. We can talk about you joining our "Mother Daughter Exchange Club in the future, for now why don't the two of you get dressed and you can take Alice home with you for the weekend. Alice and I did get dressed, but Alice insisted on me not putting my panties back on, because she wanted to masturbate me on the ride home. She had already packed a bag containing her personal hygiene items and what few clothes she planned on wearing, just in case we wanted to go out for dinner or something. Angie and Diane didn't bother getting dressed as they kissed us at the door and sent us off. While I was driving home Alice reached over the center console and pulled up my dress, so that she could stroke my pussy. I was in a constant state of arousal all the way home. DAMN, I was so horny I couldn't get her in the house quick enough. As soon as we closed the door and Alice dropped her bag we started hugging and kissing, as we peeled each other's clothes off. I led her to my bedroom and we fell on top of the bed. I was sucking her pussy like I felt like I was a horny teenager again. There was a point when we even got dressed and went out to dinner just because we wanted to flirt with each other in public. Sunday morning when we woke up Alice told me all about how she had discovered that she liked sex with girls and discovered that her mother's friends were more than just friends. She told me that when she was a Brownie her fellow Brownies would get together and taught each other the pleasures of mutual masturbation and eventually oral sex. Her mother had always been close to her women friends. After my father died, her friends were even closer. They would spend the night with Mom. I began to suspect what was going on. One night I slipped into her bedroom and crawled into bed between them. They were both naked, and I could smell their pussies. I wound up sucking both of them off that night. One of her friends introduced us to the "Mother Daughter Exchange Club." We met several other mothers and daughters through the club. Mom met your daughter in a chat room. She met with her at a coffee house and taught her the interworking of the club. A new mother and daughter have to be invited to join. The group does not appear on any social groups, and even if a hacker were to gain entry the conversations appear to me nothing more that the exchange of family recipes for cooking. Key words carry the true meaning of the message. Statements like old oral family recipes, is in fact stating a preference for oral sex. Preparing a bird for baking is seducing a girl. The use of colors of food refers to the race of the couple. Alice even got on my computer and opened a request already sent to my e-mail address giving me a request to join the group. She activated my membership for me. She set up my page that described me and Diane in such a way that let other members know about us. She simply posted a message introducing us to the club and stating the type of recipes we were interested in sharing. As soon a she posted the profile there were three messages from members that wanted to exchange pleasantries and speculate about when we could get together to exchanges recipes. I assured them that I would get back to them soon. When Angie brought Diane home we had dinner together and casually complimented each other on our daughters. We kissed each other as they prepared to leave. I wanted to have a talk with Angie, so I insisted on her sitting down with me to discuss what brought her to this point. Diane told me all about Alice and how they discovered that they both loved all forms of oral sex with each other. When she met Angie she was attracted to her instantly. They enjoined sex with her mother and eventually they brought up the subject of the club, and suggested than we might like to become members. We soon were enjoying the company of several other mothers and daughters. It was a new and exciting adventure that I hoped would never end. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.