Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2017 02:12:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Riding Academy (Lesbian/Adult Youth/Incest, oral, anal g/F, g/FFF) Adult Youth/Incest, oral, anal g/F, g/FFF 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 it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Riding Academy By Jan My mother was a secretary for a public utility in Los Angles, California. She dated a fellow employee a couple of times, and on the second date he raped her. Nine months later I was born. Mother named me Chastity. Fortunately I physically took after my mother. We both have brown hair and gray eyes. Mother still has a nice figure and I was a slim girl. We lived in small apartment in Burbank. It was only fourteen miles to down town, but because traffic it was anywhere from a half hour to an hour's drive for her to get to work. On her salary it was a struggle to pay for daycare, but she managed and as I grew up she would do anything to see to it that I was able to participate in anything I liked. When I was about six years old she took me to the Pickwick Riding Academy. I fell in love with the horses right away. I wanted to learn to ride horses, and they had a school to teach children to ride, but I developed a passion for dressage the first time I saw older girls in the gear and competing in the dressage ring. It was a financial hardship for Mother but she managed to pay for my lessons. I was too young to realize that the other girls came from families with money. They were lawyers, bankers, or in the entertainment industry. The teachers took a liking to me because of my passion for the horses. They understood that Mother couldn't always pick me up on time, so they even allowed me to groom the horses until Mom picked me up in exchange for a reduction in the fees. As I grew up the expenses increased because I needed to buy riding boots, helmet, riding breeches, and jacket. The staff at the stable helped me get deals on my gear, but it was still hard for mother to work the expense into the budget. When I started winning competitions the staff took as much pride in my achievements as my Mother. When I was 10-years-old I became the pupil of the woman that trained the best dressage girls. She selected a young mare for me, named Claret. She was a red roan that would be idea for show and jumping. We both had a lot to learn, but with hard work we became so close that it was as if she could read my mind, and would do anything to please me. We began to win shows and move up national standings. Part of learning to jump horses is getting spilled off of horses. I took some rough spills. I broke an arm and another time a few ribs. I received as much attention as I gave Claret. My trainer's name was Jenifer and she would give me rubdowns after I was finished hot walking and grooming Claret. There was a training room that looked like a professional sports training room. There were stainless steel whirlpools, padded tales for rubdowns. The cabinets were stocked with all manner of medical supplies. Jenifer would have me spend some time in the whirlpool before she would rub me down. One afternoon Claret came over a hurdle and was off stride when she approached the next jump and balked. I was thrown over her head and landed right on the top railing. It broke my fall but it left me with at least a cracked rib or two. I had to calm down Claret and get back on her to finish the course, as much for me as for her. Jenifer helped me cool down Claret and groomed her before taking me to the training room. I took off all of my clothes before getting in the whirlpool. We brought the temperature up to 104 degrees. After 20 minutes I got out and dried off before Jenifer had me get up on the training table. She rubbed my back and legs, but it was my front that was bruised. She had me turn over onto my back. She expressed sympathy for the bruises on my ribcage. At ten I still had a figure more boy like than womanly. It hurt when she touched my ribs, so she concentrated on my neck, shoulder and lower torso. She started at my feet and worked her way up my legs. I'm not sure if it was accidental when her fingers touched my vulva. It felt good though and I let out a soft moan. Jenifer smiles and moved her oily fingers back to my vulva and sought out the crack. Her skillful finger found that little bud of my clitoris. She stimulated it until I was unable to keep my butt still and I let out a moan. I was having an orgasm for the first time. Jenifer kissed me on the mouth, as much to keep me quiet as much as to stimulate me. I was confused by my emotions. Mother had always cushioned not to let anyone to touch me down there, but I loved Jenifer almost as much as Mother. I knew Jenifer would never hurt me, and it felt better than anything I had experienced before. Jenifer told me, "I'm sorry...I couldn't help it! 'Please forgive me!" "Jenifer...I love you and trust you beyond belief. There is nothing to forgive...I loved what you did." Jenifer told me, "Honey...You better get dressed before your mother gets here." I put on my school clothes and put my riding gear in a pack large enough to contain my boots. When Mother arrived I was waiting at the entrance, so I rushed to the car before she could turn off the engine. When she asked about my day I told her that I had been thrown and I had some bruised ribs. Mother insisted to seeing them when we got home. I had to remove my dress for her to see my ribs. The skin was now showing purple and blue marks on my ribcage. She overreacted and rushed to get some sort of smelly ointment to apply to my ribcage. While she was rubbing my ribs her fingers kept brushing against my nipples, and it turned me on. I let out a little moan when she brushed my hard nipple and mother asked me if she had hurt me. Of course I pleaded, "No...your finger feel good when you touch my nipples. That shocked my mother and she withdrew her hands from my chest. She tried to apologize but I put a finger on her lips, and took hold of her right wrist and placed her hand between my legs. Mother tried to jerk her hand away, but I clung to her wrist keeping it held tightly against my panties. There was a moment of tussling before mother gave up resisting and started stroking my vulva through my panties. When she lifted her hand I almost panicked thinking she was stopping. I grabbed her wrist again, but she simply slipped her hand under the waistband of my panties. I felt her warm hand on my pussy. She knowingly sought out my clitoris and stimulated it until I had a powerful orgasm. She was obviously no stranger to masturbation. I couldn't resist kissing her on the mouth. It turned into a very passionate kiss. We were actually breathing into each other's mouth, as the kiss ended I supersized Mother by feeling her up. I vaguely remember clothes melting away. We continued hugging on the sofa and struggling with each other to make love to the other. That night we slept with each other and I enjoyed sucking on her breasts like a baby before I went down on her. "Where did you learn to do that?" "I'm not sure I should tell you! I wouldn't want you getting them in trouble!" Mother laughed, "Honey...I have been waiting for you to get a little older before bringing up the subject of sex, and telling you that I only have sex with women. I didn't expect you to learn about sex for a couple of more years." Mother's revelation that my mother had sex with other women came as a surprise to me. "Who are you having sex with?" "I have had several lovers over the years. You have met Judy from the office. When we go to the movies together we are actually partying at her place. Thats why she is like a godmother to you. She takes as much pride in your achievements as I do with your successes." Judy had always been like another mother to me. She was a pleasingly plump woman with dishwater blonde, with brown eyes. When we hugged it was like resting my head on warm pillows. I had never dreamed that her and my mother were lovers. It took me a moment for me to wrap my mind around my mother being sexual. I thought about what she was telling me and thought about having sex with her too. I finely told her about Jenifer having seduced me as a result of my latest spill from Claret. Mother was fascinated by me recounting the event. We made love again and I expressed my desire to have sex with Judy. The next time the three of us went to the movies together I arranged it so the mother and I were sitting on either side of her. In the darkened theater I reached over and started stroking Judy's arm slowly and eventually slid my hand over to touch her right tit. Judy tried to brush my hand away without creating a scene that would alert my mother. I persisted until Judy gave up and I massaged her tit for a while. Then I put my hand in her lap and started masturbating her until she actually had an orgasm. She did her best conceal her reaction, but she did moan loud enough to draw mother's attention. After the movie Judy joined us at home for coffee. Of course I started molesting her right in front of mother. Mother and I set about introducing Judy to group sex. After she got over the idea that she was having sex with the daughter of her best friend and lover she really got into it. Parties with Judy became a regular thing over the following months. There was an equestrian event that weekend up in Santa Barbra, and the three of us were planning to driving up with Caret in a trailer and spending the weekend in a motel near the arena. Mother had reserved a room with two queen sized beds. When we arrived the first thing was to stable Claret at the arena, then we checked into the motel. We went to dinner at a quiet little restraint that Jenifer recommended. We even walked around the beach community. We couldn't pass up the opportunity to do some shopping. When we got back to the motel I walked over to the arena to bed down Claret. I wanted to be sure she was comfortable being in a different stable. The smells and atmosphere would be different, even the neighboring stalls would have unfamiliar horses in them. I stayed with Claret for a couple of hours. When I felt that she was comfortable I returned to the motel and when I opened the door I walked in on Mother and Jenifer on top of one of the beds. They were both naked and Jenifer was on top of Mother in a classic 69. I approached the bed and stuck a finger up Jenifer's ass. I even set about licking her asshole and probing it with my tongue. Sex became as important as competing in dressage events. My goal to become a member of the national team became all consuming, but that didn't stop me from becoming a lesbian slut. I was fucking every woman or girl that I took a liking to. 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.