Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 12:59:53 -0800 From: Jan 0 Subject: Oma (Incest, f/F, f/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between a girl and her grandmother. 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 at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2004 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Oma By Jan The most important person in Thelma's life was her Oma. (Oma is the Dutch word for grandma). She was like another mother to her. Only Oma never got mad at her when she did something like brake one of her ceramic figurines. She would simply say something like "That's OK. Now I have room to buy a new one." She loved to be at Oma's home because she always had time to talk to her. She was a small little woman with silver hair. She would tell her stories about her life while cooking. Oma's home always smelled of something cooking. She would get up early to start stewing the soup stock. The house was filled with the odor of fresh baked breads and the most delicious pies in the world. While they waited for the pies to bake Oma told her all about how she had only been 15 when Opa (grandpa) married her. He was 30 at the time. He had been just a boy when World War Two had the Netherlands Occupied by the Germans and Liberated by the Americans. He grew up on a dairy farm and married Oma in 1961. They came to the United States because a distant relative had told them that there was an opportunity for a good living in Wisconsin. Their first two children had been born while they were still in the Netherlands. When they arrived Opa worked hard to buy his own dairy where their next three children were born. The five children grew up helping feed and milk the cows. One by one, four of the children grew up and moved to big cities to make their living. Thelma's father had been the only one that had an interest in keeping the dairy. So when Opa died his son kept the farm and his Oma moved into town. She bought a small home not far from the school where all the farm children attended. That made it great for Thelma because she could stay in town with her until she had to go home. Thelma had been born with platinum blonde hair that was kept in a pageboy cut. As she grew up she always wanted to have longer hair and look like models she saw in fashion magazines. By the time she was thirteen her hair had darkened to a natural blonde. She had been an average rather naïve child. Farm girls don't have a lot of close neighbor children to play with. School was a social event for her. What little sexual experimentation had taken place occurred when she was younger with cousins and school friends! She had played, "You show me yours and I will show you mine with them." Getting caught a couple of times was enough to discourage her from doing that anymore. It was a nice warm day and Thelma had decided to ride her bicycle to town to visit Oma. It was a summer day when she normally had to help around the farm. After the cows were milked it was normally her job to pasteurize the milk and start separating the whey in preparation for making cheese and butter. Her father just felt she should get away for a day to herself and had released her from her chores. When she arrived at Oma's house she found the door locked. That was not normal. She did not worry about it because she figured she was visiting someone. She knew where Oma kept the spare key. All she had to do is stand on the porch hand rail and feel around on the support for the rafters to retrieve the key. She entered the house and was greeted by the smell of soup simmering in the kitchen. She new her Oma would not leave anything on the stove so either she had forgotten or she must be someplace close-by. She went to the kitchen to get a cold drink of water and check the pot. After seeing the water in the pot was safe she got a glass of water from the fridge. Then she heard a noise coming from the direction of Oma's bedroom. When she reached her bedroom she opened it and peeked in thinking Oma may not be feeling well. What she saw shocked the youngster right to her roots. On the bed was one of Oma's friends. It was the woman who often gave her nasty looks when she was around. Her name was Mrs. Heather Holland. She was another widow from the Netherlands. Unlike Oma she was a tall woman with a figure large enough to pick up a full milk can by herself. The woman was totally naked and lying spread eagle on the bed with her eyes closed as she pinched and pulled at her nipples. Oma was totally naked too. She was on her knees between the woman's thick thighs with her butt sticking up in the air. Thelma could clearly see her Oma's pink anus and the light brown pubic hair dusting her vulva. Oma was lapping at the cunt of her friend as the woman urged her on. "Suck me damn you suck me harder. Make me cum again and do it to me." Thelma recoiled and closed the door before either woman saw her. Thelma backed away from the door with her hand held to her mouth. She went home and all she could think about was what she had seen. She struggled with the right or wrong of their actions. Plus she found that the image engraved on her mind were very erotic. With a picture in her mind of her Oma's pink slit and the hairy ring around her ass hole Thelma rubbed her clitty until she had an orgasm. She had always wondered why Mrs. Holland disliked her so much. Now she was beginning to understand that it might have to do with a competition for Oma's affections. It took Thelma a few days before she had the nerve to stop by Oma's after school. Oma noticed that she was not as talkative as normal. She asked her if something was wrong. Thelma tried to pass it off as just upset about a test she had at school and she didn't do as well as she felt she should have. That seemed to satisfy her granny for the time being. It was not long before Mrs. Holland came for a visit. She was just as distant to Thelma as she normally was. Oma always seemed to be a little amused by the animosity between the two of them. She would even chide Mrs. Holland for being so childish. In Oma's normal motherly way she made dinner for the three of them. When Oma went to the kitchen to take plates away and bring out the next course of the meal there was a certain amount of tension in the air between the two of them. It dragged on until Mrs. Holland had to finally go home. Oma sat down in her favorite chair while listing to her radio playing soft instrumental music. Thelma sat on the floor at her feet to do some homework. Oma picked up a paperback book and started reading it. When Thelma finished her homework she put everything in her book pack and got on her granny's lap like she used to do when she was a child. She was almost curled up in a fetal position. Oma had to stop reading and she laid the book on top of the radio. Before Oma could stop Thelma she picked it up and looked at the cover. It had a title on the cover "Incest starts at home." by Dr. Lyford. There was a photograph on the cover of an older woman with dark hair kissing a much younger woman on the mouth. They were both appeared to be naked even though you could only see their shoulders. Oma tried to retrieve the book from Thelma but the girl turned her back to her granny and let the book fall open. It may not have been the exact page Oma had been reading but it would probably be close. She read a couple of paragraphs about a woman making love to her daughter. She looked back at Oma and asked, "Did you ever do sex things to my aunts?" "No baby! I just enjoy reading books about sex." "That's not true I stopped by a few days ago and saw you in bed with Mrs. Holland." Oma froze and her hand started to tremble. "You were here and saw us?" "I rode my bike here and used the spare key to open the door. I saw the two of you in your bed. Why did you do those things with her Oma? Did she make you do it? " Oma quietly said, "I never intended for you to find out about my sexual desires for other women." Thelma confessed, "I used to play with other girls when I was younger but I stopped when we got caught by mother one time and another time by the mother of one of my friends. They both said it was wrong for two girls to do those things." "I know! Your mother told me about it. I told her not to worry about it, all young girls experiment with a variety of sex before they grow up. I'll bet she did some of it that I never found out about." Oma went on to say, "I made love to a lot of girls before Opa asked me to marry him. I loved him and the things we did together so I thought I was over the desire for sex with women until the year one of my old friends came to the United States for a visit. Her name was Mrs. Henica Peterson?" Thelma vaguely remembered seeing a woman that was not a family member in pictures in her granny's album. Oma went on with her story. "Opa was 60-years old by then and I was only 45. By that time Opa only wanted sex about once a month and then it was only a quick poke in the belly. I was so horny all the time that I was masturbating two or three times a day. When Henica came for the visit we renewed our relationship. We had a great time for the period she was here. I was very disappointed when she went home. I felt empty having to masturbate in order to relieve my feeling when she left." "I was only 50-years old when Opa dies of cancer. Your father wanted to take care of the farm and I was happy to let him. Your aunts and uncles had moved away as fast as they could." "A small town like this makes it difficult to be a lesbian. I was left to satisfy myself by hand or with a cucumber. Then the Holland family moved to town and took over the feed store we became friends mostly because we spoke the same language." "We visited each other all the time. We confided our feelings with each other and finally Heather admitted that she enjoyed sex with women more than with men. We started getting together regularly and soon we were enjoying sex with each other. The fact that I was a respected widow people never paid much attention to a couple of old Dutch women chatting with each other in their own language all the time. Boy would they have been shocked if they knew what we were saying to each other." As Oma was telling Thelma her story Thelma took hold of her granny's hands and pulled them down to her budding breasts. As Oma whet on with her story she absentmindedly found herself squeezing the soft orbs that were no larger than a half of an orange. When she realized what she was doing she tried to pull her hands away but Thelma grabbed her wrists and pilled them back into place. Oma asked Thelma, "Do you really want to continue this?" " Yes Oma I do." she said as the girl turned her head and reached up and placed her right hand on the back of her granny's neck. She pulled her head down until she could kiss her on the mouth. Even though Oma was almost 60-years old and Thelma was only 13-years old she was not that much larger than her granddaughter. Oma helped her remove her polo shirt and started pulling on the buttons of her jeans. When she had the jeans open she placed her hand inside the waist of her panties. She was kissing Thelma and working her way down to her granddaughter's breasts at the same time she was running her fingers through the sparse pubic hair. Thelma was so warm and aroused Oma could smell the aroma of her granddaughter's pussy. The aroma inspired her even more as she continued kissing the child. Thelma was attracted to her granny's breasts. They were a 34-C which was much bigger than her own. She struggled to get her hand into the top of Oma's bodice and into her bra. The nipple felt like a soft marble in the palm of her hand. Oma stood up as Thelma wrapped her legs around Oma's waist. Then she spun around and sat Thelma on the over- stuffed chair. She removed the girl's jeans and panties. All Thelma had on was her tennis shoes and socks after that. Her grandmother lifted her legs up into the air and placed her knees right against her ears. Thelma was left curled up with her pink behind spread open. Oma knelt down and tenderly licked her granddaughter from asshole to clitoris. Thelma had never been licked back there and she could see everything her grandmother was doing to her. She was experiencing the most thrilling feelings she had ever felt. Oma used her tongue like it was a cock as she fucked the sweet little cunt and bathed her virgin ass hole with kisses. Thelma was sweating by the time she reached her climaxed after which she was too weak to even try to straighten out her legs. Oma sat on the edge of the chair between Thelma's legs and opened the front of her dress. She simply lifted her bra up over the tops of her breasts. Then she pulled Thelma back around onto her lap so that she could place one of her nipples into the girl's mouth. Thelma suckled on the nipple like a baby until her tongue had rubbed the nub so much that it felt to Oma like sandpaper racking across the nipple. Oma struggled to lift her dress up around her waist under Thelma. She had to work even harder to get her panties down with Thelma still sitting on her lap. She had to bicycle her legs to get the panties over her shoes. When her panties were on the floor she spread her legs wide and reached over Thelma's body to rub her pubic hair with the palm of her hand as if she were drying her pussy. Thelma could smell her grandmother's horny cunt. She turned her body around so that she could slide down between Oma's lags. When she was kneeling in front of Oma she placed her face on the soft pubic hair. She found it very exciting to part her granny's bush with her tongue. Oma was crooning her encouragement as her granddaughter discovered her clitoris and whipped it around with her tongue. "Yes baby right there. Oh my sweet darling lick it. Lick your Oma." Thelma was so carried away that she was raking her tongue over her bottom teeth so hard she actually cut the ligament that attached to the bottom of her tongue. When Oma climaxed Thelma could feel the juice gush and then leaked out of her grandmother's pussy and she lapped it up like a greedy puppy lapping milk out of a bowl. Thelma hated to get dressed and go home but she knew she could not stay overnight without permission in advance. She promised that she would get permission to spend the night with her before the weekend. When Friday finally arrived she went straight from school to granny's home. The smell of baking greeted her when she opened the door. She rushed straight to the kitchen to hug and kiss Oma. The two of them could not get out of their clothes fast enough. They went right to the bedroom and made love. Thelma felt so comfortable in the warm bed with her Oma lying next to her. They only stopped long enough to eat something before going back to bed to make love again before they fell asleep for the night. Thelma hardly noticed when Oma got up to pee before heating the soup stock. The house was filled with the smell of onion, carrot, and celery with beef stock along with fresh coffee. Hunger was about to drive Thelma into getting up when the bedroom door opened. Oma came in and sat on the side of the bed and kissed her. She asked Thelma if she was hungry. Thelma assured her that she was starved. "Go pee and come join me for breakfast." Thelma tossed the covers off and rolled out of bed. Oma gave her a playful swat on the butt as she passed her. When Thelma finished peeing and brushing her teeth she headed for the kitchen. The two of them had eggs, toast and coffee. Thelma washed the dishes while Oma took a bowl out of the fridge and placed dough on the counter to rise. The two of them returned to the bedroom and sucked each other's pussy again. After they finished Oma let Thelma rest while she returned to the kitchen long enough to kneed the dough again and then let it rise again. While she was busy doing that she heard the front door open. She feared that it might be family. She didn't want to be caught naked by her son or daughter-in-law. Before she could cover her nakedness' Heather came into the kitchen. "Were you expecting me to drop by for a bite?" with a chuckle. Oma blushed but had no words to explain why she was making bread in the nude. "While you're in the mood why don't we go to bed right away?" "We can't right now." Heather thought for a moment before she figured out that Oma had someone in her bed. She smiled and teased good- naturedly "You nasty old bitch! You're cheating on me!" Oma tried to deny it. Before she could stop Heather the woman was headed for the bedroom. Oma was hanging onto her arm but the woman pulled her along like she was a child. When Heather opened the door she stood there in her tracks. Thelma was lying on top of the bed asleep as naked as the day she was born. The matted pubic hair, dried cum and smell in the room said it all. She looked at her friend standing there with guilt written all over her face. She put her arm around her friend and hefted one of her tits with the other hand. "Well. Well. Well. I would have never thought it was in you Honey. How long has this been going on?" Oma could not say anything as she was pulled into the room. She sat down on the bed next to Heather as Heather placed her hand on Thelma's breast to wake her up. Thelma thought it was Oma's hand on her tit as she opened her eyes. When she saw Heather sitting next to Oma she tried to pull a sheet over her body. Heather stopped her. "Don't bother trying to hide yourself from me." Heather ran a finger between Thelma's legs and felt her shutter as her tip touched the clit. Heather smelled her finger and said, "I see, I'm not the only one that loves your grandmother." Thelma blushed like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Heather stood up and removed her clothes. She just tossed them on the floor until she was naked. This was the first time Thelma had ever seen her naked before. She knew that she was a large woman but seeing her naked made her feel like a child next to her. Heather was close to six-feet tall. Her hair was dark brown. Her breasts were so large that Thelma could only compare them to the utters of their Guernsey milk cows. The areolas her huge and the nipples were fat rubbery things that looked as though they were begging to be sucked. Her tummy was thick and bulged over her vulva a little. The vulva was covered with dark pubic hair. It was not thick and she could see the labia protruding past her crack. They looked like rubbery lips. The youngster couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to push her face between them. She came towards the bed and pushed Oma down next to Thelma before she crawled over the two of them. Thelma was drawn to those massive breasts like a moth towards a flame. She sucked on them while the two adult women toyed with her pussy. Thelma was in heaven. She two full days to suck all of the pussy she wanted. The women took turns sucking her pussy while the other one fed her either a tit or a pussy. From that day on Thelma and Heather were the best of friends. Everyone could not help but notice the change in their relationship. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com