Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2006 09:12:31 -0800 From: Jan ' Subject: Three Generations (lesbian / incest, g/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between mother, daughter, aunt and 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 2006 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Three Generations By Jan Young girls that are brought up in a household with only women in them always wonder why they don't have fathers like their neighbors and school girl friends. Misty had asked her mother many times but never got much of and answer to the question. Her mother only said that it had not worked out. Apparently Lily had divorced Misty's father before she was old enough to remember him. Lily's sister, Abby, had moved in with them shortly after the divorce. Misty was growing up in a home with two mothers for all intent and purpose. Abby was the older sister and assumed authority. Lily accepted orders from her and allowed her to discipline Misty when she felt it was needed. They lived in a rather small two bedroom house on Jackson Street in Lincoln, Wisconsin. It was natural that Lily and Abby slept in one bedroom and misty slept in the smaller one. The three of them got along almost as if they were a normal family. Abby, as it turned out, was more like a man that Misty suspected. Misty was thirteen years old and in the seventh grade when things changed. She was an auburn haired, brown eyed sweet looking girl by this time. She did well in school and tried to please everyone. Lily was thirty-four years old and a blue eyed blonde with a good figure. All she wanted was for someone to look after her. Abby was thirty-six years old and kept her short hair dyed black. Her eyes were hazel. She was tall and almost portly. It was as if she was trying to look like Elvis Presley. She was a confirmed lesbian but that was something a young girl did not recognize or understand. Even though Misty was beginning to find out about sex from her friends and from her own curiosity her understanding that Aunt Abby was a lesbian was a slow development. She had thought there was something strange about her but the realization that her aunt was a dyke was slow coming to Misty's consciousness. Her friend laughed about lesbians and told jokes about dykes and talked about which teachers at school were butch. The ones they speculated about being dykes displayed mannerisms that Misty began to recognize as similar to her Aunt Abby's. At first she didn't want to admit that her aunt was gay but early on in the summer just after school ended she was brought to grips with the obvious. She was used to seeing Aunt Abby running her hands over her mother's body but never associated that as something sexual. One night she had made arrangements to spend the night at the home of a school friend for a sleep over with some other friends. She had her cheap sleeping bag and what she thought she would need when her mother dropped her off for the night. It was not long before Misty remembered that she had forgotten her favorite CD music and ran all the way home to retrieve them. When she arrived she used her key to open the kitchen door at the side of the house. Inside it seemed quiet and she thought that her aunt and mother must have gone someplace. She was headed to her bedroom to retrieve her CD's when she heard a noise coming from the living room. She was about to walk in when she saw her mother and aunt on the couch. They were both naked and her mother was sitting on the sofa while Abby was crawling all over her sucking on her breasts. Abby's hand was between Lily's legs and it was moving around. Lilly was moaning in a wanton song of lust. Misty was ignorant of what was going on but she knew enough to know that what ever her Aunt was doing was sexual. She didn't want to be seen and backed up and went to her room and got her CD's and headed back to the home of her friend. She was understandably distracted the rest of the night. She was not thinking about the gossip her friends were talking about. She just could not dispel the image of her Aunt and mother naked on the sofa and the way her Aunt was feeling her mother's body. She struggled with the image all night and in the morning when the party broke up she gathered up her belongings and waited for her mother to pick her up. She was quiet on the ride home. Lily figured something had happened between Misty and her friends to piss her off but she would not talk about it. After that misty kept a close eye on her mother and Aunt. She caught glimpses of them kissing and feeling each other's body. She even got up during the night and listened to the sounds coming from their bedroom. She didn't open the door but she heard their muffled talking and the moaning along with the squeaking bed springs. She could picture what they were doing. After all Aunt Abby was telling her mother "Suck it! Lily suck my pussy" and things like that. Misty was spending a lot of time watching them that summer before her Grandmother came for a visit. It was mid August when her Grandmother Marge arrived from Milwaukee. Misty had always loved her Granny and was thrilled that when ever she stayed over night that she slept with her in her bed. Granny Marge was a sixty-five year old. Her blonde hair was turning gray. The hair on her temples was almost white. The waves of hair flowed over her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel. Misty wondered if she knew that her daughters were lesbians or not. That night after they had gone to bed Misty waited until she heard the squeaking bed before nudging her grandmother and told her that she had seen Aunt Abby and her mother having sex with each other. She wanted her grandmother to see what they wee doing for herself. She got out of bed and put on socks so that her feet would not make a sound as she led her Granny to the door to the other bedroom. Marge put on her house slippers and followed her granddaughter. They opened the door enough to see the bed. Misty was shorter and Marge peered over her head into the room. Sure enough Lily and Abby were totally naked. This time Lily was lying on her back with her knees raised and Abby was on top with her head between her Lily's legs. Of course Marge knew just what they were doing and the sight caused her to become aroused. Marge had had a few love affairs when she was younger. She had even had female lovers right before her husband died. The sight of her daughters engaged in lesbian sex brought back memories of her own love affairs. Marge had not had sex with another person, male or female, for the past five years after her husband's death. Now watching her daughters in bed with each other was turning her on. Marge felt her nipples begin to harden. She had assumed that sex was behind her until that moment. She had thought her arousal system had dried up but her pussy was telling differently now. Marge found herself placing her arms around the waist of Misty and placing her right hand on her granddaughter's vulva. Misty almost made a sound as she pulled the door closed and her Granny pushed her back to their bedroom. After they were back in their bed Marge started explaining to her what her desires were all about. Marge told her that she had known about Abby from the time she was a girl. She had even known that Lily had played around some but thought she had outgrown it. She even admitted to Misty that she had flirted around with lesbianism in her past. While Marge was explaining to Misty about lesbian sex she could not resist rubbing her granddaughter's body. The result was that they were both becoming sexually excited. Misty's young breasts were almost painful in their desire for stimulation. Marge was soon stimulating them with her hands which caused the girl to breath all the harder until she was close to hyperventilating. She liked the feeling her grandmother was giving her and she didn't protest. Marge took her time and slowly finished undressing her granddaughter. As Marge finished undressing Misty her own nightgown creaked up so that when she wrapped her legs around the soft thigh of Misty's leg she thrilled at the feel of soft flesh between her legs. When Marge had Misty naked she sucked on her hard nipples while she slowly masturbated the girl until she had reached a climax. If it were not for the fact that Lily and Abby were making so much noise in their room they would have heard Misty reach her first climax at the hand of her Granny. The grandmother thrilled in making her granddaughter cum repeatedly by massaging her clit and finger fucking her little hole. Watching her granddaughter have one orgasm after another only excited her all the more. Any guilt about seducing her own granddaughter was long past and she knew that she had to have a good cum herself. She grabbed Misty's hand and placed it between her legs. As misty started exploring her grandmother's pussy Marge actually forced Misty's hand into that considerable cavity. She pulled it into her cunt right up to the wrist and then pulled it out a little before shoving it back in. Misty was soon fist fucking her grandmother's old pussy for all she was worth. Marge could not believe that she was actually having a climax. That special feeling that started in her clit and spread like waves until her whole body was aflame. Afterwards the two of them took turns inspecting each other's body. Marge had changed Misty's dippers as a baby and had seen every inch of her. She knew that Misty had a blood mole behind her left ear as a baby and now she pulled the hair back and looked behind her ear for it. The blood had been absorbed by her body and there was only an indentation left. They spent the night felling each others body. Marge felt compelled to suck the small breasts. Of course Misty was attracted to her grandmother's large sagging tits. She had no idea how big they were. All she knew was that each one of her tits felt larger than the volleyballs from school. Each one of her Granny's areolas was larger that her breasts and the nipples were larger than the first joint on her little fingers. She suckled on the nipples in turn and reveled in the fragrance of her Granny's perfume between her breasts. Marge placed her hand between Misty's legs and masturbated her again as she allowed her to suck on her nipples. It was hard to tell which one was enjoying it more. Marge had not had her breasts sucked on in years. She was about to wet herself from the thrill. On the other hand Misty had already several orgasms and now she was about to reach another one. Marge stopped playing with Misty's pussy all of a sudden and Misty tried to pull Granny's hand back to her pussy and she begged her not top stop. Marge simply held Misty to the bed and placed her hand over Misty's mouth to keep her quiet. Then she proceeded to move down her body until her face was between the slender legs and she was sucking on the girl's pussy. Misty was biting her lower lip to keep from screaming. She wrapped her legs around her Granny's head and she crossed her ankles practically chocking her. Just when Misty thought it could not feel any more exciting Marge placed her hands under Misty's butt and then she parted the buns and slipped a finger into the girl's asshole. The climax misty had was mind blowing she screamed out her satisfaction so load that both Abby and Lily thought something had happened to her and came running. When the door flew open they saw Misty with their mother between her legs sucking on her so hard the girl was still shaking. Marge had hardly heard the scream because the soft thighs were still muffling her ears. The two sisters entered the room and sat on the bed. When the bed sagged Marge looked up and saw her daughters watching her. She tried to sit up but Misty still had her legs locked around her neck and when Marge used her hands to lift her head up she pulled Misty up until she was upside down. Abby was the first to react and she placed her hands under Misty and lifted her up so that she was sitting on her Granny's shoulders with her pussy still locked against her mouth. When they finally allowed Misty lay back down on the bed the three women started making love to her all over again. Mother and Aunt took turns sucking her budding breasts and feeding her their own breasts. In time they formed a daisy chain so that misty could suck her mother's pussy while Aunt Abby sucked hers and Granny was sucking Abby while Lily was sucking Granny's. They reversed positions after the fist time they all climaxed then Granny and Misty changed places so that each one had had the chance to suck the pussy of everyone in the room. For the rest of Marge's visit the four of them could not get enough sex with each other. It was a warm summer and they sweated a lot. Abby seemed to enjoy rubbing her nose between the crack of Misty's butt and vagina the most. Misty was soon captivated by the sexual thrill she got out of making love to the women in her life. She eventually had to make arrangements with her mother and aunt so that she could sleep with one of them at a time. When Granny visited she slept with her but Granny also got to make love to her daughters during the day. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com