Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 09:56:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Newlyweds Next door (lesbian/incest, oral anal, g/FF, g/FFFF Warning: 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Newlywed Next Door By Jan I was a ten year old when a newlywed couple moved into the house next door. They were a young couple. I learned that she was twenty-two and he was twenty-nine. Their names were Robert and Amy Wilson. It took a while for them to meet and get acquainted with their neighbors. My parents were in their early thirties at the time My parents welcomed them into the neighborhood warmly. Mother and Amy became friends enough that they didn't feel unwelcome entering each other's home unannounced. Everything came to a crashing end when Mother walked into Amy's home excited about some relatively unimportant thing, forgotten about after Mother heard my father's voice coming from Amy's bedroom. When she entered the bedroom she was confronted by the sight of my father fucking Amy widely. Mother came rushing home in tears. The end result was Mother filing for a divorce right away and kicking my father out of the house. I remember hearing him asking where he was going to spend the night, and Mother screaming, "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU HAVE TO SLEEP UNDER A RAILROAD OVERPASS. ANYTHING LEFT BEHIND WILL BE THROWN INTO THE TRASH!" I was upset for my mother. I heard her crying in her bedroom that night, and I went and got in bed with her. I hugged and kissed her tear stained cheeks. We comforted each other during the night. I began sleeping in bed with her after that. As a result of the publicity about my mother divorcing my father, Amy's husband divorced her. He moved out leaving her behind. For many months there was a very strained relationship between Amy and Mother and me. Mother and I wouldn't talk to her, and gave her dirty looks if we happened to be outdoors at the same time. Both women had to go to work because there was no way they could live on the settlements from the divorces. The two women often left home and came home from work at the same time, so they had to see each other regularly. One Saturday Amy knocked on our front door. Mother was about to slam the door in her face, when Amy pleaded, "Please let me talk to you, Martha?" Mother stepped back and let Amy enter. I was in the family room and able to hear their conversation coming from the dining room. Amy told mother, "I didn't mean to break up your family. It broke my heart when you saw your husband fucking me! I really don't even like men!" Mother shot back with venom in her voice, "Then why the HELL were you fucking my husband?" Any was almost crying, "It is a long story, I only married my husband because I thought I wanted to settle down and have a family like the one you have." Mother demanded, "Then why did you break up my marriage?" Amy pleaded, "I didn't mean to do that. In truth I really wanted to be your lover. Having sex with your husband was my way of feeling something that had been in you!" That statement must have puzzled Mother. Mother asked, "What are you talking about?" Amy said, "As I told you it is a long story. I never liked men. I knew I was a lesbian from the time I entered puberty. I have always hid my sexual desires from everyone except a few girlfriends. I dated boys in high school, while I was actually having sex with my girlfriends. When I went away to college I had a wild time. I was a real party girl. I was drinking, smoking and fucking all of my sorority sisters. I even had a long lasting love affair with my faculty advisor. After I graduated I felt like I should settle down and have a family like everyone else, so I married and moved to the suburbs, only to meet you and fall in love with you." Mother was stunned my Amy's confession. It is worth noting that Amy was a very feminine looking young woman. She looked like a pinup girl. Mother was very nice looking, even with the extra fifteen pounds. Hearing the confession made my pussy tingle. For the first time I realized the reason I wanted to sleep with my mother was because I wanted to have sex with her. I knew I should feel guilty, but my pussy itched so much that I couldn't resist rubbing my crotch. I tiptoed to the entrance to the dining room, where I could watch them without them noticing me. While mother was sitting there in stunned silence Amy reached out and touched her arm. Before Mother could react Amy leaned forward and kissed Mother on the lips. Mother responded by pulling back and pushing Amy away. "Hold on I'm not a lesbian!" Amy started crying like a baby, "I can't help it! I have always been attracted to women like you! I know I shouldn't love you, but I can't help it!" Mother said, "I think you should leave now!" Amy rose and was dabbing her eyes as she headed for the door. I swiftly made my way back to the family room. I appeared to be watching the television when Mother came into the room. She simply asked if I would like something to drink. Of course I asked for a Coke, but she suggested some tea, because she didn't want me consuming that much sugar. I couldn't tell if Mother was thinking about what Amy had said, but Mother must have been thinking about what had just transpired as much as me. I was as nervous as a murderer waiting for the man to throw the switch on an electric chair. Eventually bedtime arrived. When Mom was safely in bed I crawled in bed with her and cuddled up next to her warm body and wrapped my arms around her body. Mom turned to face me and I kissed her on the mouth but didn't end it right away. There was a moment that Mom went rigid, but just as quickly she returned the kiss. I didn't know if or what I should do next. I wanted to feel my mother's breasts, but was afraid to make the move. It was driving me crazy feeling her heart beat and smelling her body. I couldn't sleep any more than she could. While Mother was kissing me I felt her hand slide down my back and come to rest on my butt. She gripped my butt and squeezed it firmly. She said, "We need to talk!" With that she sat up and moved her body up the bed as she adjusted her pillow against the headboard so that she could rest against the headboard. She lifted her left leg and placed it on the other side of my body. She pulled me around so that my back was to her and I was sitting between her legs with my back resting against her breasts. She pulled my hair away from my cheek as she said in my ear in almost a whisper, "Did you hear what Amy was telling me tonight?" I was embarrassed to admit I had eavesdropped, but I simply admitted that I couldn't help hearing the conversation. Mother said, "I had never heard anything like that before. For some reason I thought about you. I have been having sexual feelings for you when you sleep with me. Have you felt the same way?" I turned my head trying to see her eyes, but could not get a good look at her with my back against her body. I whispered, "I have wanted to feel your tits." Mother kissed me on the cheek, and placed her larger hand on my small breasts. I had always envied her large 38-C breasts, and wished mine would hurry up and grow. It was very stimulating to feel her fingers playing with my small nipples. I could hardly breathe. I struggled to turn my body, so that I could kiss her. I placed my hand on her tit. It felt so soft under my hand, and I could feel her large nipple through her silken nightgown. I even bent down to mouth her tit through the nightgown. Mother interrupted me long enough to slip her hand inside the wet nightgown to pull her tit out. As soon as she released her breast I covered the nipple with my mouth. I think it was as satisfying for Mother as it was for me. We kissed and played with each other's tits for a long time. Eventually both of us were driven to feel each other's pussies. We rubbed and fingered each other's pussy until we came. We eventually cuddled up on the bed and went to sleep with my head resting on her armpit, so that I could suck on her nipple all night. The next morning was a new world. We were a little embarrassed when we woke up and realized that it had not been a dream. We took turns showering before I had to return to my room to get dressed for school. We had a quick breakfast, and Mom dropped me off at school, on her way to work. I was distracted all day at school, all I could think about was my mother's tits and pussy. I walked home quickly. I changed clothes right away. I slipped on a pair of old threadbare cut-off jeans that were so tight that the seam forced itself right between my pussy lips. For a top I selected a short red T-shirt with a logo 'M & M' stenciled in white across the front. My midsection was fully exposed. I hated wearing shoes anyway. I settled down at my desk and started doing my homework. I was so distracted that I had to do everything three times to make sure it was correct. When I finished I went downstairs to pour myself a cold class of water. I was walking back to the living room when I heard a car pulling into the gravel driveway, and assumed it was Mother. When I went out on the porch, I saw that it was Amy pulling into her gravel driveway. I waved at her in a friendly greeting, for the first time since everything had happened. She smiled and returned my wave. While she was taking a paper shopping bag out of the back seat, I came around her car to help her carry a bag into the house. Amy casually said, "I guess that you have forgiven me for breaking up your home!" "Oh, yes Mother and I talked about what you told her yesterday!" "Amy looked shocked, "You know what we discussed yesterday?" I blushed, "I overheard what you told her, and we discussed it later." Amy looked me in the eye, "And you forgive me for confessing that I'm gay, and really horny for your mother?" I had to smile, "I have wanted to make love to my mother for years now. Would you teach me how women love each other?" Amy smiled, "I haven't had sex with anyone your age since I was your age. Besides if your mother found out I was fucking you, she would probably kill me on the spot!" I chuckled, "I don't think she would do anything like that. Would you tell me about how you found out that you were gay then?" Amy offered me something to drink, and I asked for ice water. She led me to the kitchen where she retrieved two glasses and filled them from a bottle in the fridge. We sat down at her dining table, and took a sip before she started talking. Amy began her life story, "I remember when I started school, that Mother gave me a birthday party when I was in first grade. There were some local kids and most of my classmates from school there. There were the usual gifts, cake, and ice-cream. Then we played games, under the supervision of the mothers. Eventually we started playing hide and seek. One of the girls in my class took me by the hand and pulled me into the garage, and locked the door behind us. The only way into the garage was with a key for the door or the garage door." "There was a cheap copy of a wool Persian rug rolled up and tied with string lying next to the work bench. She kissed me on the mouth, and reached under her party dress and pulled off her panties. She straddled the rug and started rubbing her pussy against the rug. She invited me to do the same thing, so I pulled off my panties and faced her as I sat on the rug. I liked the feeling of my naked crotch rubbing the rug." "The girl pushed me back so that I was lying on the rug with my feet on the floor. She bent over and started licking and kissing my pussy. She eventually sat up and asked me to kiss her pussy. She lay back giving me access to her little pussy. I bent over her and smelled my first pussy, before I puckered up and kissed her pussy. She told me to lick it." "We eventually heard voices calling our names, so we put our panties back on, and slipped out of the garage to join the party. We told them we had been in the bathroom. That was the start of my lifelong fascination with pussy." I was getting turned on by her story, "Tell me more?" Amy continued, "I was seeing that girl regularly, and we gathered a group of other girls to party with. We would gather in the playhouse of one of the girls and we played spin the bottle, only we kissed the pussy of the girl the bottle pointed at." "When I was ten or eleven years old I was sleeping overnight with one of the girls. She shared a room with an older sister. Her sister was fourteen years old, and I had been fascinated watching her getting ready for bed." "She had very firm breasts with large brownish areolas and a patch of dark hair covering her vulva. The sister saw what I was looking at, and approached her sister's bed and stuck her crotch right in my face, and told me to eat her pussy. I clung to her hips and did my best to please her. "I did develop fast, by the time I was twelve I had nice sized tits and a little patch of pubic hair." "One day walking home from school I passed the home of one of the girls I was playing with, her Armenian mother invited me in for a drink. When we were inside her home she guided me to her bedroom. She started hugging and kissing me. It didn't take long to shed our clothes. I was overwhelmed with the size of her brown tits. They reminded me of balloons half filled with water. They sagged under their own weight almost to her waist. The big nipples pointed to the floor, and her lower tummy hung over her crotch, and she supported her body on thick legs. The straight black pubic hair almost hid her pussy. Her labia minor protruded and she had stainless steel hoops attached to each side of her labia. She even hooked her fingers in the hoops to spread her pussy open for me, to see everything. That was the first adult woman I ever had sex with, but not the last." "As you probably heard, in college I was fucking my sorority sisters all of the time. I was a liberal arts major, and I took art appreciation and music appreciation. The two women that taught the classes soon became my additional lovers. The art teacher was showing me a photograph of Rembrandt's painting - The Sleepers. The painting is of two naked chubby women sleeping with each other with arms and legs intertwined. There was a string of pearls draped over the thigh of one of the women. The teacher asked me what I thought of the painting, and I said, 'It looks like they made good use of those pearls!' She smiled and placed her hand on my butt. I turned and kissed her right in front of the class. After class I went home with her. She showed me her collection of plastic beads, and we made good use of them." "After I graduated I went to work, and decided it was time for me to settle down. That is where everything didn't work out the way I planned. My husband didn't like oral sex and I missed wet pussies." By the time she finished her story, we heard my mother's car pulling into our driveway. Amy suggested that I better go home. I told her that I had left a note for my mother. We sat there drinking our water and I told her, "Last night I sucked Mother's tits and we rubbed each other's pussies until we came." It took a while before Mother knocked at the door. Amy got up to let her in. When she entered the kitchen I saw that Mother had changed her clothes. She had on a fresh yellow gingham dress with simple straps over the shoulders holding up the top of her dress, and white sandals with cork soles. The thin straps over her shoulders were proof that she had removed her bra. Mom asked, "What have the two of you been talking about?" I boldly announced, "I asked Amy to teach me how to make love to women!" Amy's expression was one of disappointment that I had said that. On the other hand Mother smiled. "So...did she?" "No, she just told me about her sex life until you got home!" Mom looked at Amy, "So, what kept you from fucking my daughter?" Amy blushed, "I was afraid to seduce her; after all, you caught me fucking your husband. I figured you would kill me if you caught me fucking your daughter!" Mom chuckled, "I'm just as curious as Denise about the ways lesbians make love to each other!" Mom stood behind Amy's chair, and brushed her long brunette hair away from her neck and bent over to kiss her on the nape of the neck. At the same time she slid her hands down the front of Amy's chest to grasp both tits. Amy looked at me, and I lifted my T-shirt to show her my budding breasts, as I pinched my own nipples. We finally made our way to her bedroom. I only had three items to remove to be totally naked. Mother only had to kick off the sandals, shed the dress and remove her panties to be naked. Amy was still in her business suit, so we had to remove her jacket, blouse, bra, half-slip, and panties. We agreed that she did look far more-sexy with her nylons and high heeled pumps on. Amy taught Mother, how to suck pussy by eating her cunt. Then she ate mine while Mother watched. We even made a daisy chain where each of us had our mouths on a pussy. We sucked tits while the other one ate pussy. Amy even taught us how to rim each other's asshole. She brought out her strings of beads of various sizes. She stuffed them in our pussies and assholes, only to pull them out while eating our clits. She even had battery powered dildos and strap-on toys, that she used on us. That was one hell of an education. Mom and I had to go home early in the morning to get ready for school and work. Mom called Amy to find out where she could buy some toys. She stopped on the way home long enough to buy several toys for us to play with. That evening Amy changed clothes and came over to our house. This time she didn't hesitate to cuddle up with me, and we were sitting on the couch removing each other's clothes, sucking tits when Mother got home. Amy taught us how to lubricate the toys before using them. As exciting as it was to have Mother and Amy fuck me with a strap-on, I preferred to have them eating my pussy. It became a nightly thing for the three of us to sleep together. Amy wanted to expand our exposure to other women. She called one of her old friends. It turned out to be that Armenian woman she had made love to when she was 14. She was eight years older and several pounds heavier. Mother and I found out what it was like to bury our faces between her massive breasts. 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.