Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2010 09:29:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Naughty Underwear (lesbian/Incest, oral, f/F, fF/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between mothers and daughters. 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. Naughty Underwear By Jan Illona was gushing with enthusiasm at the prospect of me taking her shopping for underwear and swimsuits Friday afternoon after school. There is something very charming about a young girl's bubbling personality. When they are excited about something they start talking non-stop. Generally she was a quiet girl, even shy. The prospect of being offered new clothes made her very nervous and happy. It was incredibly difficult to make her stop her endless babbling. She was changing her mind about what she wanted almost as fast as she completed a sentence. It was beginning to make me uncomfortable. It was not easy to say no to her demands. Once again she had obtained the best marks in her classes. Despite my needs to control our expenses (most young divorced mothers can't be extravagant). I was willing to fulfill her desires within limits. When we arrived at the mall we made our way to a woman's clothing store owned by the mother of a school friend of mine. We had a great time rummaging through the clothing racks at all of the lovely clothes. The owner kept complimenting Illona about her 'healthy and athletic' look. After we had selected the items of underwear my friend's mother was about to usher Illona into a small changing room. The woman said, "Please stay here, Michelle. I'll help Illona with her selection. She will come out to model the clothes for your approval." I was relegated to continuing to look through the racks at the clothes. I felt both pride in my daughter's looks and ill at ease, mentioning discreetly to Madame Genevieve Martine that I had a limited budget. She assured me that we could discuss financial matters later. With a dramatic gesture she whisked Illona into the changing room with their arms full of delicate items of underwear. It seemed to take a long time between changes. When they came out of the changing room I was pleased to see how mature my daughter looked in the form fitting slips. When she came out to show me the sexy and scanty bras and panties I had to admit that my daughter looked far more mature than her tender age would suggest. With each change it seemed to take longer and when they emerged from the room Illona's face looked more flushed. I was not sure, but I had the embarrassing feeling that I noticed a wet stain on the crotch of a bikini bottom she came out to show me. Mrs. Martine seemed even more flustered and nervous than Illona. My mind was racing at pictures of the two of them in that cramped cubical together. Was I just being a dirty old woman or was it perfectly innocent? We selected as many of the items as I felt I could afford. Mrs. Martine stepped behind the counter and rang up our purchases. I handed her a credit card and showed her my driver's license while she swiped my credit card. She also wrote down my address from my driver's license. She was the one that folded up our purchases and boxed them up. We were talking while she was placing them in large plastic shopping bags. Illona and I took the bags and Mrs. Martine kissed the two of us on the cheek before we made our way to the exit. I felt a little embarrassed about my thoughts as we drove home. Illona was just as absorbed in her own thoughts. When we got home we were in a good mood while we opened the boxes. It was a festive occasion. Illona was graduating from girly underwear to adult underwear. She had selected low-rider, high rise bikinis and she had even selected a few thongs. I did have to admit that her butt did look nice fully exposed. When she modeled the first thong she showed me her butt and the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot made her butt cheeks virtually dance. Each pair of panties had matching bras. Her breasts were no larger than a 'B' cup but they did look inviting hidden behind the lace material. I had not paid much attention to her body before. Her areolas had doubled in size, at least. They had gotten darker in color too. The nipples had enlarged as much as any adults. I was admiring them when I noticed the panties that had looked moist in the store. I picked them up and noticed that the crotch was stiff. I held them under my nose and smelled the unmistakable odor of cum. When Illona saw what I was doing she blushed like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I had to ask, "What when on in the changing room?" Illona hesitated, "Mama, I'm embarrassed to tell you!" "Honey, I will not be angry with you." "Mrs. Martine played with me while she helped me change clothes. At first I thought she was just accidently touching my tits and pussy. It did feel good though. Each time I changed underwear she managed to touch my private parts even more. Eventually she backed me up against the wall of the cubical and she used her fingers to play with my pussy. She rubbed that little nub until I could not keep from cumming, as she called it." I have to admit, just listening to her describe how the woman masturbated her, turned me on. I could feel my own panties getting wet. I handed her the soiled panties and asked her to put them on. While she was disrobing I studied her pussy. Her hips were wider than they had been a year ago. Her vulva was larger and there was the beginning of pubic hair growing down there to match the auburn hair on her head. She was still young enough that her labia were well hidden within the crack of her pussy. When she stepped into the scanty panties and pulled them up, I could not resist placing my hand on the warmth of the thin material. I felt the stiff material get moist again. The longer I rubbed her pussy the wetter she was getting. I slipped my hand down the front of her panties and felt the soft hairs parting as my finger sought out and found that little ridge running down the middle of her pussy. I used my finger to pull the hood back and expose her clit. I even slipped my finger into her pussy to test her hymen to establish that she was still a virgin. I must have pushed a little too hard because Illona flinched and whimpered. Having caused her pain I naturally did what I had always done for her boo-boo's. I knelt in front of her and pulled the front of the panties down and kissed her right on her pussy. Illona reacted as if I had touched her with an electric wire for a moment. Then she placed her hands on my head and smashed my face against her wet pussy. I taught her what a tongue fucking was all about. When Illona climaxed she did not just have one, she started having multiple orgasms. Having broken the ice Illona wanted to experience everything that afternoon. We took turns sucking each other's breasts and we sucked each other's pussy. I even taught her just how pleasurable it was to have someone rim her tight little asshole. We eventually had to clean up before her father got home. The next day we returned to Mrs. Martine's shop. It was more crowded of course. At least she had my old high school classmate, Eve, helping that day. I kissed my classmate and Mrs. Martine on the cheek in greeting. When Mrs. Martine saw us she got a big smile on her face. She told me that Eve was her daughter. I told her, "I want to thank you for opening up a new relationship between my daughter and me!" Mrs. Martine invited us to come back after six- o'clock in the evening. Illona and I went to the Cineplex to watch a movie to pass the time. We went back to the store at closing time and Mrs. Martine let us in. She led us to the stock room. There was a Formica topped table in the middle of the room, where they opened boxes of incoming merchandise. Eve led me to a black leather modern couch with chrome steel legs. She had me sit down next to her while her mother ushered Illona to the table where she picked her up and placed her on the table. The table top was slippery enough that Mrs. Martine could move her around easily. She took off all of Illona's clothes in short order. Mrs. Martine was certainly no spring chicken, but she still had a good figure. When she stripped off her clothes she left on her garter-belt, nylons and sling pumps. Her skin was a little dry and starting to sag a little, but she was still good looking. She pulled Illona to the edge of the table, and parted her legs. I felt Eve's hand on my lap while we watched her mother sucking my daughter's pussy. We started undressing each other while watching her mother depowering Illona's pussy. We could not take our eyes off of the action. We sat there playing with each other's tits and pussies while we watched the older woman mount the table and straddle my daughter's head. The two of them were busy sucking each other's pussy with gusto. When I could stand it no more I went to the floor and spread Eve's legs so that I could suck her pussy. It was insane the way the four of us changed partners time and time again. The last act was Illona and me sucking each other while Eve and her mother sucked each other's pussy for our benefit. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com