Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2018 16:55:57 -0500 From: MaryQue Subject: 2moms-2daughters pt 2 Two moms and two daughters, part 2 Tags: Lesbian, mature, teens, romance Warnings: - This story contains graphic sex between women. If this is not your taste, or you are under 18 please exit. - This work is the property of the author. Downloads for personal use are acceptable. Copyright 2018. - Lastly, don't forget Nifty, and donate today. Comments welcome. **** I looked up at the clock. It was almost ten. Wow! Did I sleep! I never sleep in this late, but I guess last night really wiped me out. Wow! That was really something! I laid in bed awhile, kind of reliving the pleasure. And then I thought of Bette. Was she over there waiting for me, or is this all in my imagination? No, I decided, that kiss was real. It was the best kiss I'd ever had, perhaps the kiss I'd waited all my life for. I couldn't take a chance on blowing it. I got my phone and texted: "Slept in late. Are we going to get together today? I can be ready in an hour." Now I waited. People get busy, I said. Cleaning. Shopping. Running away from home. Just then there it was: "Sure. Why don't you come over here? See you in an hour." Omigod! It's real! I had coffee and toast, thinking about what to wear. Really sexy, or would that scare her? Just every day or would that discourage her? What was she expecting? Heck, I was scared myself. This could turn out to be an embarrassing mistake. I found a short but not-too-short skirt that fit well and looked good. I chose a cotton button-down-the-front blouse. A thong and almost transparent bra and off I went. **** Bette was having the same thoughts. Surely it was wrong to have sex with another woman! What would her parents say? Her friends? Her daughter? Kids could have sex with other kids, but is it okay for their moms? But then there was that kiss, probably the best, and certainly the most sensual experience that she'd ever had. There was the possibility of more sex, and even a relationship. How would that work? Two women? But that kiss won the day, and she went off to choose her clothing. A pair of tighter jeans with a fancy t-shirt. High-cut bikini panties and a front clasp bra. Shoes were next, but the doorbell rang. Off she went, barefoot. When Bette opened the door we both hesitated a moment. How will this really go? She said with a smile, "Hi. Come on in." We shared one of those cursory hugs that women often do. "I'm really glad to see you. How about coffee?" In her family room she had a carafe and cups. We sat apart and chatted. How we got our money, my work, neighborhood stuff. Just when I didn't think I could stand it anymore she said, "Shall we talk about the girls?" "Um, no. I'd like to talk about us. Last night. How'd you sleep?" "I'm so embarrassed. I don't know what happened. I was really excited when I went to bed, so excited I didn't know what to do! Finally I put a pillow between my thighs and slept. Sometime in the night I had this, well, erotic dream. When I woke up my pillow was completely soaked. I don't know what happened! I didn't know if I wanted to see you, I was so shaken, but that kiss! It's all I can think about! Do you feel the same way? About me?" I thought I'd die right there. My heart practically took wings. I reached out and pulled her to me. I lifted her chin so she could see my face, my eyes and then I kissed her. Softly, softer than a sigh. I felt our lips part, and there she was smiling. I knew I'd done the right thing so I kissed her again. I don't know how long we kissed, getting deeper and deeper. Our lips parted, our tongues danced, our hearts soared. Bette pulled away a bit, and put her head on my shoulder and sighed. "I've always dreamed of this moment." I stroked her hair. I nibbled her ear. "No one has ever made me feel like this." "There can be more," I whispered softly. "Please..." "Show me the way." She stood up smiling, and took my hand. At that moment I'd do anything for her. It was a few steps up to her bedroom. When I looked in I saw she'd turned down the bed and drawn the drapes. "This is our time," she said, and slowly raised her shirt. I knew that I was one of just a special few who'd ever seen this. What joy! Before she could go further, I slowly unbuttoned my top, then unclasped my bra. She moved quickly to strip off her jeans. I twirled a bit and slowly dropped my skirt. Her eyes were wide with wonder. She moved and her panties fell to the floor. I wriggled out of my thong and moved to the bed. I laid down and said, ever so quietly, "Come to me." She seemed to hesitate. Is she? Isn't she? Then I saw a smile. She swayed her hips as she approached the bed, and I almost came right then! She slid in beside me, and it was the most wonderful thing ever. She felt perfect to me. We kissed. It was like before, but different as I could feel her breasts on mine. I scratched down her spine. She moaned and I almost came again. But I hung on. Together or bust! I managed to touch a breast, and she moaned again. She started wriggling in pleasure and somehow her thigh got between mine. That set her off, and she started humping and grunting like a madwoman. I started, too. It didn't take long before she stiffened and cried out. I screamed my release at the same time as I got my wish. She collapsed on me, her head on my shoulder. I felt her sobbing quietly. Mumbling, "I never knew! I never knew!" She kissed me again, and it was a marvelous kiss, a magical kiss, a kiss of loving thanks. I felt like a queen. She rolled over and we fell asleep in each other's arm. Paradise. When I woke up I reached for Bette, but she was just coming out of the shower. "Your turn!" She said with a laugh I hadn't heard before. "No, I'd rather keep the scent of you on me! I love it! Still you're probably right. It's been a great day. Do want to go out to dinner and celebrate a bit?" "I don't know, I don't get out much. But you're right. Let's go! Where did you have in mind?" I named one of the top restaurants in town. "Wow that is celebrating. I've never even thought of going there. I'm sure I don't have a dress for it." I looked her over. "Let's check your closet. If not let's check my closet. I think we're much of a size." Nothing. So we crossed the street. The girls were watching TV and playing cards. Upstairs Bette was surprised to see the variety in my large closet. "It's part of my job. Here, try this on just for size." I handed her a plain gray dress. It fit well. So I picked up a really nice gray silk pantsuit for myself, and a similar blue one for Bette. We checked ourselves out in the mirror. "Amazing! We're gorgeous!" "You bet! I'll get the reservations, tell the girls and see to their dinner. Shall we do each other's hair?" Downstairs the girls were whispering. "What's up, girls?" "What's up with you two, mom?" "Bette and I are going out for dinner. We'll be back late because the only reservation I could get was late. There's stuff in the freezer, or you can call for pizza." "We'll take frozen, mom." "Deal." Upstairs I saw Bette making a desultory attempt at doing her hair. "Let me." I got out the mousse, brushes and combs and went to work. She hadn't really did much with her hair, so I did some needed trimming. Then I put a towel over her dress and did her makeup. When I was done I turned her to face the mirror. She was shocked. It was obvious that she was seeing herself in a whole new way. "You really are amazing, dear one. Don't let some man steal you away from me. They'll certainly be looking!" She stood in front of the mirror, just looking at herself, twisting and twirling, while I did myself. Added jewelry. By the time we were ready it was time to go. The girls had finished dinner and were playing cards and watching music videos. We said, "Eleven o'clock, ladies. We may be late." **** "Well," said Cara, "they're gone. What now?" "It's nine o'clock," said Sam. I think we should get ready for bed." The girls held hands, giggling and smiling, sometimes smirking on the way to Cara's room. They started getting undressed on opposite sides of the bed. While they'd seen each other naked dozens of times at sleepovers and gym, this was different. They were looking for something new, really fun. And adult. Cara finished first, and flounced onto the bed. Sam followed, with tons of pillow fighting, tickling, giggling and finally wrestling. All of a sudden they realized they were naked, taking turns being on top. They stopped for a minute looking into each other's face. Sam smiled and kissed Cara. They'd been practicing their kissing for some while and felt that they were pretty good at it. But this was different; there were no clothes between them, no moms to disturb them. They slid their bodies over each other over and over, getting hotter and hotter. All of a sudden Sam gives a yelp: "Hey! You peed on me!" "No I didn't!" "Yes you did! You peed on my leg. Feel it!" "No, silly, those are my girl juices. Don't you get them when you touch yourself down there?" "Um, I don't think I've noticed." "Well, feel your pussy. Is it wet, but not pee?" "Ok, let's play together. Get on your back, and do what I do, unless you like something better." So the girls laid side by side, each watching the other. Cara began by rubbing her yet-to-be boobs, and pulling her nipples. Then she slid one hand down to her dripping pussy, stroking the outside, then running one finger gently sliding one finger up her slit. But she was struggling; all the talk and play wouldn't let her stay away from grinding her hand over her pussy, moaning and yelling. "I'm cumminggggggggg!" Sam was watching the whole time, and Cara's technique worked like a charm as she burst into her first orgasm ever. "Caraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The girls laid there for a minute while they each found their breath. "Gee, Cara that was really something. I got really hot watching you." "Yeah. You know what? Why don't we try taking turns? I'll do you and you do me?" "I don't know. That sounds kind of weird." "Come on who goes first?" "Ok, then. I'll start." Cara lay on her back, head on a pillow, legs slightly apart. Sam lay next to her friend, smiling down at her girlfriend. Slowly she reached out and touch Cara's right breast. Cara sighed. Sam squeezed around Cara's breast until she got to the nipple which she began to lightly tug on. Cara sighed louder. Sam moved to the right one. She did the same, but harder. Cara moaned. Sam took one breast in each hand, squeezing them hard, the way she herself liked it. Sam could hear Cara moaning her name. Now things got trickier. She slid her hand down crossing Cara's stomach and heading straight for her pussy. She looked at it for a second. It looked just like her own. Now she knew what to do! She began to rub her hand in circles, slowly pressing harder. Cara's hips were beginning to hump. This was great! She was really doing it! She began sliding a finger up and down Cara's slit, then clamped down her clit. Cara cried out and began shuddering. Yay! Sam thought! She did it! This was great! She laid next to Cara, lightly caressing her. After a minute Cara opened her eyes. Sam saw nothing but love in them as Cara said softly, "I love you!" As Cara rolled on top of Sam she said, "I've been thinking. We're going to have a great time." She kissed Sam's lips, cheeks and eyes. She nibbled Sam's ears. She gently bit Sam's neck on her way to sucking Sam's left breast. Then she moved to the right she heard a sigh, and when she sucked Sam's nipple she heard a gasp. Like Sam had done she drizzled her hand down to her target, Sam's love mound. She massaged it gently, slowly increasing pressure, flicking Sam's clit now and then. Now came the big surprise, something they had never talked about that she'd recently done to herself: As she slid her finger up and down Between Sam's sopping wet folds she slipped a finger inside Sam's pussy! Sam's eyes shot open. She started to protest, but Cara had pulled it out and slipped it in again. Sam fell back. "Oh, fuck!" That spurred Cara on, and she slipped her finger in deeper, and slid in and out faster. Sam's was grunting and heaving, trying to get that finger in deeper when her orgasm hit her. She'd never had one like it. She almost passed out, but she rolled with it as the pleasure rolled over her. Cara slid her finger in and out slowly as Sam came down. When Sam's eyes opened, she looked at Cara and said, "I love you, too." The tired lovers cuddled up and slept like the babes they were. **** I guess we made a good looking couple, at least the guys parking cars seemed to think so. I can't say we turned any heads as we were shown to our table, but this was the kind of place where if you didn't look good your clothes did. It was also the kind of place where dinner took two hours, you got plenty of plates, usually with not all that much food, though. We had plenty of time to talk. Growing up, husbands, kids the usual stuff. After a couple of courses with wine to match the conversation came to a halt. I didn't rush to fill the silence, after all, I was hosting Bette, and it was her evening. I think she knew that. "You know I've always wanted to come to a place like this. It wasn't always the money, sometimes I felt I just wasn't pretty enough or even good enough. You, though, look like you fit in. Thanks for taking me." "We've talked a lot and I feel I know a lot better. We're here to, I suppose, celebrate our finding each other. I'm proud of you, to be seen with you. Remember, I love you." I thought she was going to cry, but fortunately another course, with more wine, arrived. We chatted about our girls when I noticed people dancing. I raised an eyebrow, and she shook her head. "I don't know how, and this isn't the kind of place I want to learn." "I don't blame you," I laughed. Then the music changed and a slow song started. "Come on, you can do this." I took her hand and then held out my arms for her. "But we're both women. What will people think?" "Maybe that we're in love?" She came to me and I pulled her close. We may not have been dancing, but we moved our feet. Then she moved into me, and put her head on my shoulder. I do not know who was happier, Bette or me. It was hard to let go when the music changed. I thought it a good time to go home. I pulled up in front of her place. "May I walk you to the door?" "Of course." "Goodnight kiss?" She took my face in her hands and gave me a soft kiss. "Goodnight. I love you." It felt like I was walking on air. **** Cara stirred. Sam had gone to the bathroom. Good idea, she thought. On her way she looked out her window. Her jaw fell open. She'd seen the kiss. To be continued... Please click the "Donate" tab and support Nifty!