Date: Mon, 01 Jan 2018 12:12:14 -0500 From: MaryQue Subject: Two Moms Two Daughters Tags: Lesbian, teens, mature Note: This story depicts sexual acts between women and girls. If you find this offensive or are under 18 years old please exit. This story is the property of the author. While it may be downloaded for personal use the author retains all rights to reprint or repost. Please donate to Nifty to keep the best stories around coming! ******************************** I looked up at the clock. It was almost 10:00. My daughter Cara's friend Sam was scheduled to go home soon. Her family had a busy day planned for tomorrow. I left my office and went into the big room where the girls were watching scary movies. But the movie was over. In the glow of the screen I could see the girls on the couch, snuggling, giggling and kissing. Having fun, I thought.I went back into my office, and called out, "Its ten girls! Time to head home, Sam!" They hugged goodbye, still giggling. Sam lived across the street, so I watched until she was safe inside. Cara watched beside me. I thought about fun as Cara went to bed. I'd kissed a girl on a dare once, and I'd heard of girls practicing kissing on other girls. But necking? On my sofa? Doesn't matter, I thought. Just fun. After all, they're only thirteen. Cara and Sam sat talking, dangling their feet in a friends pool. They were both slim. Cara was fair in the fall, but in the summer, like now, she tanned deeply. Sam was just a bit fuller, with a touch of olive in her complexion. Some might say that at thirteen they weren't too much to look at, but for their age they were pretty hot. Boys had begun to notice them, usually older boys. Some girls as well. But for now they only had eyes for each other. "That was really fun, and really hot last night." "Yeah, you're a great kisser!" Giggling. "Do you think your mom saw us?" "Well, she didn't say anything. But she's cool anyway. It's getting hot; let's hit the pool!" Giggling again, they slid into the water, holding hands. The next day the girls were at home in the morning, but after lunch they met at Sam's whose TV was bigger, with more channels. They watched music videos for a while, commenting on, and sometimes laughing at the people in the videos. Sam was on the floor while Cara was on the couch. "I'm off to the store. Be back in a bit," said Bette, Sam's mom. "Hmmm," said Sam. "Are you thinking what I am?" "Yep. Come up here where it's comfy." "No, down here where it's more roomy." Sam reached up and pulled on Cara's leg. Cara hit Sam with a pillow, and the battle was on. Soon enough Cara fell off the couch and landed on top of Sam. And everything changed. Their bodies were pressed together: breast to breast and thigh to thigh. They looked into each other's eyes and saw someone new. Someone desirable. And hot. Cara rolled off Sam, and pulled her close. Cara reached and held Sam's head as she kissed Cara. It was a new kind of kiss, one with more meaning. Still soft, but tongues slid together, mouth tried to swallow mouth. Sam made the first move, touching then stroking Cara's shoulder. Cara shuddered. This was new! Cara slid her hand down Sam's arm, then down to her waist. "Please," said Sam. Then the garage door opened and Bette called for help with the groceries. The girls leaped up and headed for the door, but didn't have time to straighten their clothes. Flushed faces and mussed hair were a picture Bette was able to figure out. "Cara," she said quietly, "I think you should go home. Now. Oh, and I will be talking with your mother. Sam, please help with the bags." ******************************************************************************* Cara didn't know what to do. What will her mother say? Or do? It didn't feel like they'd done something wrong, just playing, fooling around. "Um, mom, um I think Sam's mom will be coming over." "Oh?" "Yeah. Well, Sam and I were like hugging, and her mom came in and..." "I thought I saw you two necking the other day. Is that what's up with Bette?" "You knew?" "Yes, but I didn't think there was anything to be concerned about. Since Bette's coming why don't you tell me about it?" "Well, the girls are all talking about boys. Like who's cute and who's hot. They talk about kissing, too. So Sam and I started out kissing, seeing if we could do it right. And we both liked it..." "A lot of girls do that. I don't know that boys do. I suppose that's why they're often poor kissers!" Laughing. "But since it's come up, how do you two feel about boys?" "At school they're rough. They hit and push each other. They call each other names. So how do they treat girls?" "As they get older some become gentle and patient. And caring. Some stay rough. But that's why some parents don't want young girls to date. They want to give their girls a chance to meet boys who will treat them well." "Yeah, mom. But some of us are getting curious. And horny!" Then the doorbell rang. "Hi, Bette, come on in. It's been a while." "Well, you might not be too happy to see me." "Really let's get coffee." "I'm afraid this not an entirely social call. It's about our daughters." "Hmmm... Tell me what's going on." "I went shopping earlier today, and left the girls watching TV. When I came home I called out. When they came, there clothes were in disarray, their hair was mussed about and their cheeks were flushed. And they were acting as if they'd been caught at something. It seems they had been `making out' on my family room floor. Do you know anything about this?" "I thought I saw something like that the other day, but I wasn't sure. I felt they were just in a giggly mood. No harm done." "I don't know about giggling, but these girls were making out!" "So, what bothers you most: that they were making out at all or just with a girl?" "Do you think this is okay?" "To be honest, I haven't ever thought about my daughter as being sexually active, let alone with a girl. But I don't want her dating either. As far as I can see, the cat's out of the bag on this one. The girls want to know about sex, and they want to try it. How do you feel about that?" Bette paused. "While I see what you mean, despite having a daughter I've had a, you might say, sheltered sex life. I barely know how to satisfy myself, and then I feel guilty about it. Help me out, what options do we have?" "They've already started their explorations, albeit with each other. I think we should let them discreetly continue. We can support them, guide them on their way to knowledge and do our best to share what we know with them." "What if you don't know anything?" I thought a minute. "We'll work something out. In the meantime, why don't I order a pizza and we chat with our girls?" Bette had a slight, but hopeful smile. *************************************************************************** Dinner was a little stiff. The girls didn't know what to expect and were a little worried. As was Bette. It wasn't too bad for me as I knew just what I wanted to say, if not how to say it. After they cleaned up they adjourned to the family room, the women on one couch and the girls on another. I started. "So you know, no one's in trouble or done anything wrong. But we are going to have a talk. Yesterday, Sam, your mom came home and found you two making out on your couch. Don't panic! I'd seen you two over here a few days ago, but it seems you were farther along at your house. Your mom was really confused and didn't know what to do. But we talked, and decided it would be best if you two want to enjoy each other and your sexuality as long as you do it here at our homes. You know how some people can be. If you have any questions about what to do or how to do it you can ask one of us. Deal?" Bette and I went to the living room. I grabbed some wine and glasses on the way. I could hear the TV go on, and wondered if the girls were watching. I felt guilty thing about watching them. And then there was Bette. "You know," she said, "You said that Sam could ask me anything, but I don't actually know anything. Herb and I were, shall I say, inexperienced when we married and stayed that way. After seven years he left me for someone who gave him what he wanted: another man. Now I've been terrified to even think about dating. I'm sure I'd fail again, and I can't take it." I was taken aback. She was so open it almost frightened me. But the wine and the horny girls got the best of me. "You could learn." "How? I don't know that I can satisfy a man?" Out it came. "Have you ever kissed a woman?" She gasped. "Have you?" "No. But I've been lonely and horny for a long time. Perhaps we could teach each other. We could start with a small kiss." The only sound was the TV. I thought I'd offended her or made her angry. I heard her rise from the couch. But she didn't leave, she moved next to me! I could feel her breath on my face. I opened my eyes. She was inches away, and it was my move. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. I don't know if it was a great kiss, but it was my first in a long time. I heard myself say, "More. Please." This time she kissed me. It was longer, and so much better. We reached to hug. Then I remembered. I pulled away and said, "The girls." Bette checked her watch. We straightened our clothes. She called, "School night, Sam! We'd better be off!" "Coming, mom." It took her a minute to get there. I hoped that we weren't as flushed as the girls. As they went out the door I whispered, "Tomorrow?" "Please!" ***************************************************** Things with the girls are straightened out, at least for now. But what about Bette? Cara went up to bed. I stayed downstairs. I needed to think. I didn't get much thinking done. My pussy was raging; I practically had an orgasm on the couch. I knew I couldn't take too much more. The big decision now was dildo or vibe. I did my best to strip neatly. I knew a big one was coming, and I hoped I could make it last. As soon as I pulled out the toys it was almost over. No foreplay tonight, I just grabbed the big dildo. When it touched my lips I felt an electric shock hit me. I yanked it away, and tried again. Same thing. So I started to slip it in. Wrong again. I was so wet and so ready, my cunt sucked that thing in all the way. There wasn't much hanging out for me to grab! I wiggled it around a bit, but what I needed was to be fucked. Hard. I pulled and pushed, getting higher and higher but not getting over. Then I saw the vibe! I pulled the dildo almost all the way out and turned the vibe on. Then jammed the dildo in and put the vibe on my clit at the same time. It was the freight train of orgasms. I must have screamed, because I know that I humped and thrashed for a while. In my mind I saw stars and explosions as my synapses overloaded. Then it was over. I slumped down, totally spent. It was all I could do just to pull the dildo out and turn the vibe off before I fell asleep. Truly, that was the mother of all cums! Cara and Sam were happy. Asleep in their own beds they thought of each other. They could play all they wanted, and with their parents' permission. They hugged their teddy bears close, dreaming of this weekend's sleepover! Bette was struggling. She just didn't know what to do or even how to feel. Something was going on in her crotch that she couldn't remember feeling. All that talk of sex with the girls must have got her going, she thought. But then there was that kiss! A kiss like she'd never had. Does it matter that she had kissed another woman? This was a kiss of promise, a kiss with a future and a happy future at that. She didn't know what to do about her crotch so she pulled a pillow between her thighs and went to sleep. Sometime in the night she had an amazingly sensual dream. She awoke slowly, savoring the memory. Then she wondered, how did her pillow get so wet?