Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 22:10:47 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: The Seduction of My Family (lesbia/adult youth, oral, anal, F/Fggggg) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between 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 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. The Seduction of My Family By Jan I will never forget the day I met Henrietta. I had been doing the family laundry at a local laundry mat, when a nice looking woman came in carrying a laundry bag. She was not a raving beauty or anything like that at all. She sported about twenty extra pounds, but looked good carrying it. She had brunette hair that was styled for easy maintenance. She did not have an excessive amount of makeup on her face, and her smile was a pleasant reflection of a warm hearted person. You knew right way that you would enjoy talking to her. Normally I didn't do my laundry at a laundry mat, my washing machine had gone on the fritz, and the repairman could not come around to fix it, for a few days. With five young girls in my home laundry has to be done regularly or they run out of clean close quickly. Even if they could fit in each other's clothes the repercussions of one of the girl's borrowing another's clothes would become a major situation, equal to one country invading another country. That was why I was doing the laundry in the laundry mat on a hot summer's evening. Living in Jacksonville, Florida is not much cooler than southern Florida. The summer nights are hot and humid enough to melt wax candles. Even thought the laundry mat had something that passed for air-conditioning, the constant opening and closing of doors allowed the hot air in. I was dressed in a light cotton dress that allowed me to move comfortably while working, without making me into a fashion slob. I always feel uncomfortable about appearing in public when not looking my best. I was impressed with the woman that entered the laundry mat carrying a laundry bag. I assumed that she was about ten years older than me. She didn't look like the typical kind of person that would frequent such an establishment. She was dressed like a business woman. She paused upon entering the establishment, and surveyed the layout before approaching the vending machines to buy laundry soap, bleach, and fabric softener. There was only myself and a couple of other people in the establishment, a rather young looking male, with long shaggy hair, that looked like everything he owned was in that washing machine, and an older woman sitting behind a grocery shopping cart, who also looked like all her worldly possessions were in that cart. I assumed she had approached me because she felt more comfortable with the way I looked. I am a 35-year-old woman, five-foot three, 120 pounds, with long natural blonde hair. She deliberately chose to use a washing machine next to the ones I was using. I had to use three washing machines at a time. As fast as one machine completed the cycle I was loading a dryer. The woman happened to select a machine next to mine. After she loaded the machine, she settled down in a plastic chair next to me. I noticed that everything she had put in the washing machine had been feminine, and the same size, indicating that she was doing only her own laundry. The woman said, "Pardon me, my name is Henrietta, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I don't normally do my laundry like this. Can you help me?" I introduced myself as Molly, and assured her that I didn't do my laundry like this normally either, but offered to help her. After I showed her how to operate the machines, the woman looked at me and commented, "You certainly have a lot of clothes. It looks like you have several girls!" I admitted that I had five girls, and a busted washing machine." While we sat watching the machines doing their thing we chatted with each other. We discovered a lot about each other while we waited for the machines and folding clothes. I learned that she wrote computer software and ran a small advertising business. She lived in the area, but needed to wash a few things before attending a business conference. She was a very personable woman. I felt comfortable talking to her. I had told her about myself, I was a divorced mother of five girls, ranging in age from eleven to four. Being a proud mother I showed her pictures of my children that I carried around in my purse. She was very complimentary about my children. I admitted that I sold real estate to support my family. We had become very chummy in that short time. I invited her to accompany me home to meet my girls. She followed me in her car to my home on South State Street. I lived I a modest single story house with a low pitched roof. What would have been a front yard for most homes was simply paved. At least that didn't require me wasting time keeping up a yard. The property to the left on my north side was a mom and pop grocery store, across the street was a vacant lot. My new friend may have been disappointed with my modest circumstance, but she was very complimentary about what I did with what resources I had. We spent the evening chatting with each other while drinking coffee. She was obviously enamored with my daughters too. My 11-year old has dark hair like her father, her name is Angie; she has a bubbling personality, and is very cute. She does like to wear tight low cut jeans with tight fitting jersey T-tops. The 9-year-old is Luce, a brown haired girl with brown eyes. The 7-year-old is Andrea, a pudgy girl, blonde. The 5-year-old is Haley, also with brown hair and eyes, my mischievous one. The 4- year-old is Lily, a brown haired little cutie who tries to keep up with her older sisters. Before she left for her home she let me know that she would love to visit again. I almost had to give her an open invitation to visit anytime. Apparently as soon as she got back in town from her business trip, she called for an offer to visit again. She really went out of her way to befriend my girls. She not only bought gifts for them, she talked to them, and played with them. At the same time she cultivated a close relationship with me. She quickly became like an older sister to me. We spent so much time with each other that it was a natural thing for me to invite her to spend the night with us, on those occasions when we had stayed up late into the night talking. Rather than force her to sleep on the sofa, I offered to let her sleep with me in my full sized bed. We could continue talking before going to sleep. I couldn't help but notice how truly attractive she was while we got ready for bed. She would remove all of her makeup, and was not shy about allowing me to see her naked body. The first time I saw the tattoo of a winged fairy on her upper thigh, I had to ask her about the story behind the tattoo. She chuckled before replying, "That was the result of a college youthful indiscretion!" The fanned the fires of my curiosity, I had to ask her to explain what she meant. She paused before she elaborated. "When I was in college I fell in love with my roommate, as a demonstration of our undying love for each other we agreed to get matching tattoos!" There was something about the way she professed her love for her roommate that implied that the relationship was more than just an innocent friendship between two girls. I didn't press the issue at that time. Just the same, kissing goodnight took on new meaning. I had to admit to myself that the feeling of her soft lips on mine stimulated me. After that her relationship with my girls began to grow quickly stronger. The girls vied for her attention and affections. They enjoyed sitting on her lap while talking to her. Even Angie, the older girl was happy sitting on her lap. When she spent the night, or prepared for bed they all had to kiss her goodnight. I was unaware that while the girl's sat on her lap Henrietta would have a hand under their butts. She was actually stroking their little camel toes with her fingers. The first time I confirmed that she had lesbian tendencies was one of the nights we were sleeping in my bed. While we were kissing goodnight, she placed her hand on one of my tits. It was not only shocking, it was sexually stimulating. Her kiss took my breath away. I didn't resist her advances at all. She grew bolder, and reached inside my nightgown to pull one of my tits out. She was kneading the soft flesh of my breast, before she bent over and took my nipple into her mouth. I felt like I was in a trance, as I started stroking her hair. While she was sucking on my breast, her hand sought out the junction of my legs and trunk. She pulled up my nightgown to get at my pussy. My pussy was wet even before she got a finger in my cunt. She stoked me and finger fucked me. I was moaning like a school girl that had just discovered masturbation for the first time. In fact I was making so much noise that I must have woken up Angie. Henrietta had repositioned herself so that she could use her mouth and tongue to stimulate my pussy when the door opened and Angie saw what was going on. Rather that run or become agitated she came over and climbed onto the bed so that she could get a closer look at what Henrietta was doing to me. That was when I tried to prevent Henrietta from continuing with her seduction of me. I was horrified at the thought that my daughter had caught me in a lesbian relationship with Henrietta. I was not strong enough to stop her from continuing her sucking on my pussy. I closed my eyes as if to shut out my daughter's presence on the bed. Henrietta continued to suck my pussy, while she placed her hand between Angie's legs. I was unaware that she was finger fucking my daughter while she was eating my pussy. When Angie let out a moan as she experienced a climax, my eyes flew open. I recognized the sound she was emitting. I could do nothing to stop what was going on because I was starting to experience my first earth shaking cum in ages. I was overcome with guilt at not only having a lesbian make me cum, but allowing her to masturbate my daughter to a climax at the same time. At the same time my body felt so relaxed that I felt like my arms were too heavy to lift. While I was wallowing in my guilt, Angie moved up the bed, so that she could take hold of one of my tits. She even started sucking on my tit. I tried to stop her from doing that, but Henrietta restrained my arms. When I gave up trying to resist, she placed her right hand back between my legs and started masturbating me again. Henrietta encouraged Angie to pull up her nightgown and sit on my face. I couldn't believe it when my daughter squatted over my head and lowered her little pussy down to my mouth. She just had a few dark hairs starting to grow on her little vulva. Her little clit was buried deeply within the crack of her pussy. There was no stopping at that point. Angie climaxed again before me. From that night on Henrietta made no effort to hide her molestations of my girls. She openly removed their panties and played with their pussies. She encouraged them to suck each other's pussies after removing their clothes. She just loved to watch my 4-year-old, Lily, sucking on my pussy. She brought along her digital camera to take pictures of the girls making love to me. She got pictures of Lily sitting on my face while the other two girls sucked on my tits, and Angie was going down on my pussy. She would even take pictures of them sucking on her own tits and pussy. It was only a matter of time before Henrietta moved in with us. I was like her wife. She took charge of the household completely. She saw to the girls' education both academically and sexually. I couldn't believe how oral all of us became. I was happy to lick Henrietta's asshole, while the girls were doing the same to me, and each other. I made no effort to stop Henrietta from taking sexually explicit pictures and videos of our sexual activities. In fact whenever I voiced an objection, and Henrietta threatened to leave me, I would break down crying and beg her to forgive me. I would end up performing anything she wanted me to do to her and the girls. She even had me record her having sex with the girls. Watching my girls sucking her tits, pussy and asshole turned me on too. The girls also brought home their girlfriends too. Whenever they invited a girl to sleep over, the girls would find out that my girls liked to suck their pussies. It didn't take long before they had their girlfriends performing in front of Henrietta and me. I hated to see them grow up and leave home. Lily still lives at home and the three of us sleep together. The other girls live with girlfriends of their own. They do come home to visit though. 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