Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2018 13:45:42 -0400 From: MaryQue Subject: two moms two daughters 4 Tags: Lesbian, teens, mature, incest The author retains all rights for reposting and distribution. Printing for personal use is allowed. Copyright 2018 Two Moms, Two daughters, part 4 Cara's off and I'm still here. Shit! The big thing now is the mail. Bills, junk and a square pastel envelope. Hand- addressed. Hmm. Inside I find two tickets to some kind of fancy gallery opening tonight. Ordinarily I wouldn't give this a second thought, but going there is better than going crazy here. How does one dress for such a thing? Well, I like to look good, but not too fancy. I have a huge closet, so I picked out a blue sarong with silver birds, matching shoes, amethyst earrings and necklace and silver bangles. In the mirror: I clean up pretty well. It's warm tonight so I put the top down on my ex's old Jag and head downtown. Two hunky young men -- boys? -- dash out to take my car. Are they looking me over? Just the car, I'm sure. I show my invitation at the door and get a glass of wine before I even see anything. Lots of people. I look over some watercolors and some abstracts. Nothing there. I find some nudes, women, of course, but it's hard to tell. Stretched here, bent there, painted all over, but still the most interesting thing I've seen so far. A fair, under dressed woman stands next to me. "You like?" "I don't know. I'm trying to sort them out. Are you the artist?" "Yes, I am. Call me Val." I introduce myself. "I try," she says, "to something communicate what I'm feeling when I see my subject. Look at the colors of the body, where the clothes would be if they were wearing any." She smiled. And, I thought, moved a bit closer to me. "Have you ever considered modeling? I'd love to paint you." She ran her fingers lightly across my hand. I nearly jumped! "No, I, uh, never gave it a thought." "Well, here's my card. Call me if you like to try it sometime. I'd love to paint you. You'd be a real inspiration." When she lightly stroked my arm I knew she was hitting on me. She gave me her card, and I mumbled something and moved off. I turned back to look at her and found that she was looking at me. She really was very attractive. I wandered about for a bit. Nothing amazing. But when I saw some crystal figures my eyes lit up. These were truly lovely! I almost touched one, when, "Amazing, aren't they?" Caught! By a very attractive woman about my age, maybe a little older. "They truly are. Did you make them?" "No, I haven't a creative bone in my body. But I have a knack for quality; it's my gallery. I'm Roberta, but everyone calls me Robbie." She had a marvelous smile, so I gave her one of my best. "How's the show going? What are the most popular displays?" "The glass seems to be the most visited, but do you want to know what most people are looking at?" She got us each a glass of wine and headed off toward a window that overlooked a garden. That sounds like fun I thought. "Sure," I said as I moved closer to the window. She took my shoulder, leading me away from the crowd. "You," she said, "People can't seem to get enough of you. You must know that you're easily the most beautiful woman here. Or maybe even anywhere." I was shocked, never having thought of myself that way. I looked at her face, then looked a bit more. "Have we met before?" "Not met, really, but I saw you and your friend last night, dining. Where is she, by the way?" "She had to leave on business. Yes, I think I remember you. With an older woman, right?" "My sister. We were both struck by your beauty, so much so that I wanted to see you again, and to see if you were as lovely on the inside as out." She leaned in and gave a quick kiss on the mouth. "And, it seems you are. Walk with me?" When she'd kissed me she'd also touched my bare arm. The effect was electric, I'd walk anywhere with her! "I can't get enough of you," she said, "So I'm going to take a chance: I have to close up, but would you stay and spend the night with me?" I looked into her eyes. I saw lust, but her smile made me a promise I wanted her to keep. "I don't know that I'm ready for that. How about you come to my place? We can talk, drink a little, and if it works, we'll enjoy the night together." She smiled, and I knew she'd be there, so I got bold. I put my hand on the back of her neck and kissed her. We both had grins on our faces. After Robbie there wasn't much to see. I hadn't gone outside even for a minute when my car pulled up. The same hunky guy that parked my car held the door for me. I held out my hand with a tip. "No thanks, ma'am. I love your car, and I love you. Here's my number, please give me a call. Anytime." Then he closed the door. Boy, was I confused! No dates in ten years, and in one night I have a hunky guy after me, a lovely artist wanting me to "pose", and I'm sleeping -- I assume -- with a different woman tonight. What have I been missing? But it's all thanks to Cara; if she hadn't brought Sam home I wouldn't have met Bette who ran away and left me with...Robbie? I had an hour or so before she got here so I went on line. Sure enough, Robbie owned the place, as much for a hobby as anything. A wealthy woman who made her money in investments; her advice, and beauty, were much sought after. Still, she tended to stay by herself, only venturing out with someone ocassionately. I guess that makes me pretty special. I put some wine in to chill, got some glasses and cheese and started to figure what to change into. Uh, oh! The doorbell, and I'm still in my dress! Oh, well. She hadn't changed either, she'd just a small overnight bag. We each grabbed a glass, and then sat on the couch looking at each other. We are about the same age, she's a few inches shorter, a bit lighter, but she moved with a smoothness and grace that made her beautiful to watch. We chatted, this and that. I talked a bit about Cara, and of course, Bette's sudden move, but not very much. She asked about my work, but I poured us another glass. Then silence. She put her chin on her hand, looked me straight in the eye and said: "I have confession to make: I'm not wearing any panties." "Well, I said, "I am. But if you like you can take them off for me." I got up, gave her a twirl and dropped my dress. There I was, high heels and a blue thong. I moved in front of her and looked down. She was staring at me. "Well?" She reached me, but I cheated and took her hand, leading her upstairs. To my room. I laid on the bed in my most provocative pose, then opened my arms. Her dress flew off, but she kept looking at me, as if she was seeing something really special. "I will love you," she said. "Please," I said and she slithered in next to me. She really was lovely, more feline than woman. But when she pulled me to her she was all woman. And hot. Blood was pumping hard through her body, she was so excited. She may have wanted to go slowly, but she couldn't. Her hands were everywhere, her body slid all over mine, and when she tried to kiss me all she could do was groan. Then, accidently, our pussies touched. She cried out as if in some kind of spasm. Her back arched, and ground against me. She was totally out of control. For me, this was an incredible thing to see, and certainly to feel. Her wild gyrations pushed me higher and higher, and, although I couldn't move much with her on top of me, I ground back, moaning and crying. I got my hands free and reached down grabbing and twisting her nipples. She howled and began to spew burning cum on my pussy, so I came like a truck and squirted back. It took a few minutes for us to come down; she continued to pant and moan. It must have been a while for her. She didn't roll off, instead she began to sob. I held her tightly, stroking her hair and making soothing sounds. She finally did roll off and fell asleep, her breathing slowly becoming more even. I covered us both up and slept. I looked at the clock and it was ten. I thought of waking Robbie up, but remembering how frantic she had been last night I thought she'd need the rest. Last night was fun, but different in a way that was more intense than I need. I hope this doesn't happen again. Around noon I started some bacon and eggs. I'd been drinking coffee for a while but the bacon woke her up. She came down in a pair of very short shorts and a top that could be best described as a thong. She had some curves but was very thin. I think I like fuller women. She wore a slight smile and looked rather sheepish. As I filled our plates she said, "I'm sorry about last night. I wanted to make love to you but the sight of you made me crazy. Will you give me another chance?" What could I say? She sounded so sweet and gentle. We talked over breakfast. We held hands. Still, while she didn't offer any reason for her -- untoward? -- behavior, I said we'd give it another try. We closed together in a warm and lovely kiss when... "I'm home, mom!" I got up. "Hi, hon, who is this?" Cara was holding hands with a true Nordic beauty. Taller than Cara, with straight hair just this side of white and blue/gray eyes. Slim, like Cara. "This is Sonja, mom! We met last night!" Said Cara, beaming. "I'm so glad to meet you, Sonja," I said and reached to put dishes in the sink. "And this Robbie, we met last night as well." "Hi, um, look I think I have a delivery due at the gallery that I forgot about. I'll catch you later?" A brief hug. Hmm. I got drinks for the girls and me. "How was the party?" "We had a great time. Did the usual stuff. And I met Sonja!" Smiles, hands squeezed, shoulders bumped. "How was your night, Sonja?" "Well, I'm new in the neighborhood and didn't know anyone well. The party was amazing!" When Sonja went off to the bathroom, I asked Cara, "Special friend?" "Yeah, mom she's great. I think we're going to get along.It was quite a party; I've never seen anything like it. Girls started hugging and kissing and then..." "It sounds like you two have a lot to talk about. I'm going to get some groceries. Have fun." I could see the girls high-fiving. Just as I was getting into the car my phone rang. "Hello." "Hi, this Sarah, Jane's mom." "Oh, hi. Cara said you had a great party." "Um, it was quite an affair. Perhaps, when you have some time we could talk?" Not good. "Sure. I was just going out. You want to get some coffee?" "I'm waiting for a delivery. Could you come over?" "Okay. Fifteen minutes?" I was tempted to run back and yell," What have you done?" But I didn't want to interrupt their play, if I thought about it, that's why the call. I thought to walk, but I was already in the car, and might need it to come home in. Sarah didn't live far, and answered my ring almost instantly. "Hello? Oh, you must be Cara's mom. Please come in. I'm sure you heard about the party last night?" "Not really. Cara said she had a good time, and brought a friend home with her." "They did have quite a time last night. I got up to use the bathroom and they were quite noisy, in a way that's put some questions in my mind." "Oh?" "Please, be patient; this is hard. I went to their bedroom door to quiet them down when I heard what was going on. It seems that the girls had coupled up and were having sex. Apparently lots of sex. And I heard something that's driving me mad. I heard Jane calling and moaning. While I didn't open the door or see anything my mind pictured her making passionate love with that girl. It's all I can think about." "What's the problem?" "I want to have sex with my daughter, to make her call my name. That's what's going on. I know it's wrong to even have these thoughts, but it's as though I'm possessed." "Why call me? What do you want me to do?" "From what I hear, Cara had been in a relationship with another girl before, and I hoped you could help me deal with my...issues." "Cara had that relationship for some time before I heard about it so I can't help you there. But I have a question for you that might help. Is it sex with Jane that you want or is it sex with another woman?" "I hadn't thought of that. I don't know." "Shall we find out? Take off your blouse." "What? Are you out of your mind?" "This is your problem. You asked for my help. Take it off now!" She started to undo the buttons. "Slowly. Move your hips a little, you're going to dance for me, for you audience. Jane might be in the audience. Close your eyes and dance." When she got to the last button, I said, "Okay, now dip your shoulders, let it drop to the floor, turn around, and with your eyes closed start swaying." When she faced me again, she was looking good. And really getting into this! "Now, slowly pull down your pants. Slow, and keep your hands on your thighs. Keep moving." Her face was flushed and she was beginning to breathe hard. "Turn around again and unclasp your bra. Then face me again, lean forward. Show cleavage and let it fall forward down your arms. Keep swaying." As I could see her cleavage I started to get hot, too. "Cup your breasts and play with them. Pinch your nipples. Pull and twist them. Harder!" Groans. "Start pulling your panties down Nice and slow. Now turn around and drop them. Bend forward and pull your cheeks apart so I can see your pussy." A real beauty, there. "Turn and start rubbing your clit. Good!" She starts humping and grunting. "Two fingers in and fuck yourself. Beautiful! You are so hot! Come on baby, cum for me right here. Cum! Cum! Cum!" She was bending over when she came, and she came so hard she fell over. But her fingers kept working. She had at least two more orgasms before she lay still. When her eyes opened I said, "There feeling better?" "Omigod! I never had one like that!" "Okay. Now you think about what you really want, a woman or your daughter. Clean up and call me tomorrow and let me know what you want. Oh, fantastic show. If I hit a bump in the road on the way home I'll cum in my pants!" So, I made it. I eased into the driveway; I'd earned this cum and I wanted to enjoy it! I eased in the door, listened, heard nothing and headed for the fridge where I knew there was a fat cucumber with my name on it. I slid it out and hefted it. Firm and fat; just what I needed! I hurried into the family room, sprawled into an overstuffed chair, pulled my thong aside. I'd just got Brutus about an inch in when I heard: "Hi, mom! Oops!" Cara and Sonja. "Umm, sorry, umm..." The girls smiled at each other. Cara said, "Come on, mom, let us help you with that." Sonja relieved me of Brutus while Cara started to undress me. I didn't quite know what to say, so I just let them do what they wanted. They laid me in our big double recliner. Cara said, "Look, mommy!" There they were: two absolutely stunning naked girls, posing just for me. They were totally beautiful! The next thing I knew, they laid beside me, one on each side. They kissed my face, my lips -- 2 tongues fighting with mine! They licked my ears, bit my neck, totally overwhelming me. Somehow they were communicating as they kissed down my neck until I had a girl on each breast, kissing, kneading then suckling. I started to cry out, but they stopped. Cara put her hand no my stomach, saying, "Easy, mom, easy." When I'd calmed a bit they started again. Soon I could feel hands on my thighs. I started to moan, but carefully or they'd stop again. All at once each girl scraped their nails up the inside of my thighs. This time I did cry out, I couldn't help myself, and, as before, "Easy, mom, easy." Then there were two tongues licking my groin, one sliding up my slit, the other on my perineum. I gritted my teeth to keep still so they wouldn't stop again, and it paid off. I'm panting, moaning and bucking and then wham!!! A tongue goes up my ass and lips chomp on my clit and I'm gone. I cum so hard my mind turns purple as wave after wave of orgasms pass through me. I have no idea what my body is doing on "Planet O." The huge sexual tension is released and I pass out into a blissful sleep. I awaken in a few minutes to the sounds of girls having fun. I look up just as they cum in each other's faces. They see me smiling and they lay beside me again, hugging me. Cara kisses my cheek and says softly, "I love you, Mommy." Sonja turns my chin and kisses me on the lips and whispers, "I love you, mommy." I hug them both and smilingly say, "My two beautiful, beautiful girls." And we fall asleep together. Sara lay on the floor for a while. She'd just had the greatest orgasm of her life, and it continued to ripple through her body. She was totally exhausted. She had been asked what she wanted, and it took some time before she could decide. So she gathered her strength, got up and grabbed her clothes on the way to the shower. She then headed for the new adult toy store in town. Her decision was firm: She wanted more orgasms like this afternoon. To start with she wanted to be fucked, really fucked. Her husband was going to score tonight, or else. After dinner and a little TV they headed up for bed. She'd already showered, so she had time to put on her sexiest nightgown. Her plan was going into action. When Ray came to bed he hardly noticed her and just rolled over to sleep. Sara cuddled next to him. "Hey, Ray, can you help me out? I'm really horny." "Not tonight, honey, I've got a hard day tomorrow." Sara stroked his thigh. "Are you sure, Ray, I might have a surprise?" "I love you, Sara, but can this wait until tomorrow?" He began to snore. Phase 2 was about to start. Sara took of that nightgown and got a few of her new purchases. She then began caressing her face, her ears, her forehead. Very calming. She lightly touched her breasts, and knowing what was to come she moaned a little. She began to massage them lifting them, squeezing them. Her nipples stood up smartly, ready for her rolling, pulling and twisting fingers. Harder and harder until she gave a louder moan. Ray doesn't hear a thing. She slides her hands down, lingering on her stomach and ribs. When she finally touches her pubes she's breathing hard, excited about what's to come, Ray or no Ray. She fingers her slit, up and down, in a little at a time. She brushes her clit and really groans. This is great. She reaches for her new bullet vibe and jumps when it touches her, now moaning and panting. Ray stirs. She's ready for action now. She grabs Brutus, her new purple-headed dildo. Her cunt's dripping wet and he slides in easily. As she starts humping Ray wakes up. What? He sees Sara, obliviously humping her dildo. His cock is hard in an instant, and his balls are aching. He moves over and raises himself over her, grabbing the dildo and forces himself in. Sara smiles. "Yes, Ray, fuck me, fuck me hard!" He's pounding away, she humping, panting and moaning. They feel that he's getting close. She yells, "Don't you dare cum! I cum first or you'll pay for it!" Ray grits his teeth and keeps pounding. "Deeper, faster, I'm close..." He gives her a mighty heave, crushing their groins together. With a scream she cums, squirting all over Ray, and crushes his cock with her vagina. He comes with his own roar, seemingly pouring quarts of sperm down deep. He rolls off panting, he hasn't worked this hard in years. "Amazing!" He says. Sara lays in the dark, thinking. She got what she wanted, a big orgasm. But she had to manipulate Ray to get it. And then he's huffing, blowing and can barely keep up. He's, in a word, disgusting. Is this what she wants? Cara's mother asked about sex with a woman. Sara didn't have a clue. And besides, where would she find one? She fell asleep wondering about that. I woke up around midnight. My beautiful girls were gone. What was I going to do with them? Legally, they're underage. And Cara's my daughter. I finally came up with an idea we all could live with: I won't chase them, but they can catch me! ***** Nifty is nifty! Keep these stories coming. Donate Now!