Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 14:38:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Two Mothers 2 (lesbian/Incest, oral, anal, g/F, g/gF, g/F, f/f, f/FF) Warning: Incest, oral, anal, g/F, g/gF, g/F, f/f, f/FF Incest oral, anal, This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Two Mothers 2 Elisabeth's Story By Jan Being the daughter of a couple of lesbians was a normal thing for me. I never looked upon our family as being different from my playmates. Margaret was a very striking blonde. People often compared her to Alfred Hitchcock's leading ladies like Grace Kelly and Tippi Hedren. Her blonde hair hung down her back between her shoulder blades when not pinned up in a lacquered French Twist. Brenda had chestnut hair and blue eyes, and a winning smile. Both women looked like professional business women or possibly real-estate brokers. Brenda is my biological mother. Margaret is the sister of my biological father. Everyone thinks I am her daughter, because of our blonde hair. They didn't go around making a public display of their love for each other. Of course I did see them kissing and occasionally I saw them feeling each other's breasts. Like any child when I didn't feel well I would climb into bed with my parents and sleep between them. It was natural for me to cling to them and bury my head between their breasts. The warmth and smell of their bodies was very assuring. They never objected to me touching their bodies in personal places. They did caution me "Elisabeth, don't go around touching your playmates like that, because a lot of other people consider that sort of touching wrong." That didn't stop me from finding ways to check out what other girls sexual organs looked like. As a young girl I did get caught by some mothers of some of my playmates with my hand in their panties. Some of them reproached me for doing that, others complained to my mother. I had seen my mother's sucking tits and pussies by the time I was old enough to go to school, and I was clever about seducing my playmates. I found out that I liked sucking the nipples and pussies of my playmates. My mothers added to their income by buying rundown homes and restoring them, so they could flip them for a profit. Brenda selected the property and Margaret hired contractors to repair them, and she was responsible for decorating the interior. As soon as they were livable we moved into the house, and they sold the one we had been living in. We moved every two or three years as a result, but that always added a lot of money to the annual family income. Our moving around so often also meant having to make new friends every couple of years. Many of the homes they bought were in older neighborhoods, so a lot of our neighbors were senior citizens. When I was in preschool one of our neighbors was a white haired widow. She was a sweet looking little old lady, named Velma. She befriended me and told me she had a lot of dolls, and I reminded her of some of her dolls. She invited me in to see her dolls, and sure enough she had hundreds of dolls in every room of her house. She proudly showed me her dolls and one of them, obviously her favorite doll was of Shirley Temple dressed in a Valentine's white dress with little red hearts all over it and a red bow in her hair. She told me that she even had a copy of that dress that would fit me. When she showed me the dress I was very excited about trying it on. She laid out black Mary- Jane shoes, white ankle socks with red trim, fancy ruffled panties, the copy of the Valentine dress along with the a red hair bow. I quickly took off my clothes, and Velma made a big fuss about how pretty I looked. She helped me put on the ruffled panties. She helped me, smoothing out the material of the panties. I felt a tingle in my pussy. She got me all dolled up in the clothes and she hugged and kissed me. When she sat me on her lap,she stroked my body, I kissed her and felt her big soft breasts. When I did that she placed a hand on my panties and rubbed me. Velma and I became very good friends. Whenever Brenda and Margaret wanted a night out, Velma would babysit me. When I would visit her we would play our games of dress up. I was thrilled to have her play with my pussy, and I was just as happy sucking on her tits. It was like having a grandmother that was happy to kiss my pussy and allow me to suck her tits and kiss her pussy. She even continued to sit with me the next time we moved to a new house. When I was about eight years old I made friends with a girl my age. She was an attractive girl with dark hair and brown skin, named Lupe. She was Mexican, and her mother was divorced. I thought her mother was very pretty, even though she was a little overweight. I thought the extra pounds just made her curves even more desirable. When I started feeling up Lupe, she responded quickly by feeling me up. We quickly went from kissing and touching each other's panties to actually taking down each other's panties and sucking of each other's pussy. It was inevitable that her mother caught us sucking each other's pussy. She didn't reproach us at all. She simply closed the bedroom door. I was nervous about it for a day or two. I even avoided seeing Lupe, but one afternoon her mother caught me on the street and invited me to have tea with her. I couldn't refuse her invitation, so I went home with her. She asked me why I wasn't playing with Lupe. "You are hurting her feelings." I told her that I was afraid that she was mad at me. She told me that she was not mad at me about anything. What we were doing was natural. She even took hold of my wrist and placed my hand on one of her big, soft tits. I could feel her nipple pressing against the palm of my hand. It was obvious she didn't have a bra on. I was a little nervous about what Lupe would say if she saw me feeling up her mother, and asked where Lupe was. She told me that Lupe was visiting her grandmother, as she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh just below my short school dress. The instant her hand touched my flesh made me tingle all over. I squeezed her tit. She bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I could feel her breath on my cheek as she kissed me. That empowered me to stick my hand inside her dress and feel her breast. She used her free hand to unbutton the top of her dress, giving me full access to her big brown tits. The other hand had moved up my legs and was rubbing the crotch of my panties. Once I had full access to her breasts I couldn't resist stopping our kiss, so that I could take one of her nipples into my mouth. It must have pleased her, because she was moaning, and telling me how good it felt. I switched from one nipple to the other until the woman bridged her body up off of the couch, and reached under her dress to pull her panties down below her knees, them she used her legs to kick the panties off. She pulled her dress up above her waist to expose her body from the waist down. I had been close enough to my mothers to know what their pussies smelled like, so I recognized the smell of her pussy. There was no tan line on her brown body, but there were marks where the elastic of her panties had been. Her vulva had a thick mat of black pubic hair. I couldn't resist bending over her thigh and spreading her pussy open to have a good look at her cunt. Her labia minor were a chocolate brown. I took her labia into my mouth and sucked her labia very noisily. She sought out my pussy by pulling the leg apart. She found out very quickly that I didn't have a hymen in the way. We sucked each other's pussy for a long time. My face was covered with her juice. When I had to straighten up my clothes to go home, my face felt like the drying juice was shrinking the skin. After that day I visited Lupe every day. I always kissed her mother before going home, and when Lupe was not home her mother and I had a great time. It was rather strange. Lupe's mother got off knowing that I was having sex with her daughter, at the same time she didn't want Lupe to know that I was partying with her mother too. I didn't understand the logic, if she wanted to have sex with her daughter, why do it vicariously by having sex with someone that was having sex with her daughter? Any further speculation was interrupted by the sale of a restored home. We moved to another part of town, to another residence. This move resulted in my first encounter with my first dyke. Margaret contracted for an electrician to redo the complete electrical system throughout the entire house that had been built during the early thirties, with knob and tube wiring and a fuse box that used those old fuses that look like shotgun shells. The interior walls had to be removed so that the electrician could run new wire, outlet boxes and a new breaker box with enough breakers to allow for additional electrical systems. The day I met the electrician I assumed she was a dyke, because she looked like an amalgam of every description of a bull dyke, I had ever heard of. I'm sure her mother named her Jacqueline after Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, but she went by Jackie, but I suspect she spelled it Jacky. If it were not for her breasts she could almost pass for a man. She preferred a man's style of haircut. She had a dark noticeable mustache on her upper lip. Her uniform looked a lot like a United Parcel Post type of uniform, kind'a brown but almost green. She had a tool belt around her waist, and she wore gum soled leather work boots. When I met her it was obvious that she had an eye for Margaret. To her a 12-year-old was just a snotty nosed thing that would be nothing but trouble for a gal like her, but I was determined to find out what sex with her would be like. One day after school I went to the house being repaired and found her in the living room wiring up outlet boxes. She was kneeling in front of the wall attaching electrical sockets. She didn't notice me slipping up behind her, until I placed my hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. Her response was to wheel around with a screwdriver in her right hand. She had a threatening expression on her face. It frightened me, but her face softened, and she told me, "Don't creep up on me like that!" "I just want to get to know you better!" I said. "Kid, you're too young to be messing around with women like me! You could get both of us in trouble if your mother found out!" she said. "Margaret is not my mother! Brenda is my mother. The reason I look so much like Margret is because they used her brother's sperm to get Brenda pregnant." I said. The aroused Jacky's interest, "are you saying that you have a couple of lesbians for parents?" "That's right, and that's why they wouldn't get upset if I fool around with a woman like you!" With that she stood up and took me by the hand. She led me into the kitchen where there was an old table and five old wooden kitchen chairs. She picked me up and sat me on the edge of the table. I was wearing a simple white blouse and pleated navy blue skirt. I even helped her unbutton the blouse and remove it. I also had an inexpensive white slip. She pulled the straps off my shoulders to expose my youthful budding breasts. As a twelve year old I had reasonable sized B breasts with areolas almost as large as my breasts. They looked like swollen little pink tits perched on to top of my flesh colored breasts. Jacky bent over and sucked on one tit while playing with the other. She eventually felt the necessity to take the rest of my clothes off. She unfastened the skirt, and had I clung to her neck, so that she could lift me up enough to pull the skirt and slip out from under my butt. She even removed my panties to get a look at my pussy. I was very proud of the fact that I had grown a dark blonde pubic bush over the past six months. It was my proof that I was becoming an adult. Jacky must have approved of what she saw. She knelt before me and spread my young legs. She was an expert at sucking pussy. I was withering through an orgasm in short order. When I recovered I wanted to see what she looked like under those manly clothes. I wanted to unbutton her shirt, but she stopped me. "I don't want to do anything more here, because anyone could walk in on us. Are you willing to come home with me?" I accepted, and she helped me get dressed again. She picked up her tools and locked up the house with a lock box that only my parents and contractors had keys. We got into her delivery van marked with her address and phone number on the sides. She headed directly to her home on the outskirts of town. It was a modest home but clean enough. She led me directly to her bedroom, where she started to undress me again. To expedite our disrobing, I took over undressing myself. I shed my clothes very quickly, and Jacky started undressing herself. The short sleeved work shirt came off fast enough. I was close enough to her that I could smell her pungent body odor. Underneath she was wearing a black sports bra that mashed her breasts against her body, reducing her obviously large breasts to almost unnoticeable state. At that point I was so fascinated with her removing her bra that I hardly noticed that her underarms were unshaven. When unrestrained her breasts must have been at least a G-size. She was in such a hurry that she could not be bothered with removing her work books. She shed her work belt and unfastened her work pants. As she lowered them I noticed that she didn't shave her legs at all. They were covered with an abundant amount of hair. She struggled to get her pants over her boots. When she straightened up she had on men's boxer shorts. I watched with interest as she pulled down her underwear. She turned her back to me as she pulled them down. I watched as she exposed a large smooth butt. Bending over to step out of the underwear gave me a look at her hairy vulva and I followed the hairy trail up to her asshole. When she turned to face me, I had never seen a woman with so much hair. There was a trail running up the middle of her body and her pubic hair ran down her legs. She mounted the bed and straddled my legs as she worked her way up my body. She sat on my chest and moved her hips forward until her hairy pussy was right in front of my face. I had already found out that kissing her hairy lip was like kissing a male. Kissing her hairy pussy was an invitation to get hairs caught in my teeth or caught at the back of my tongue. She also introduced me to her dildo. Unlike the kind of phallic tools I had seen before with straps to hold them to their body, hers was very unusual in that she had a dildo with a metal armature or skeleton that attached a seven inch phallic tool that had a fish hook device that had a second dildo that allowed her to insert the hooked dildo into her vagina, with the seven inch dildo sticking out in front of her body. That allowed her to fuck me without any ugly straps around her waist. There was also a marble bulge at the base of the longer dildo. When she thrust her hips forward the bulge pressed against her clit, giving her an added thrill. For the two years we were living in the neighborhood in one house while preparing the second house for sale Jacky and I got together two or three times a week to party. When I let Jacky know we were about to move to a new neighborhood, before I started high school, she was upset. She gave me her dildo as a going away gift. When we moved into the neighborhood where I would be attending high school, we settled down to restore an old Victorian house that would take years to restore. It was exciting to enter high school. I was meeting new people and getting used to the new campus. I was looking forward to finding new relationships. Having had a relationship with a dyke like Jacky was enough to convince me that I would keep my pussy shaved clean. The new house was an old Victorian that begged to be restored. Someone had added bathrooms and remodeled the kitchen, but they had done a terrible job of adhering to the Victorian period. Brenda and Margaret saw the potential of the property. They showed the contractors what they wanted done to the house. As soon as it was livable we moved in, while work continued. They sold the previous house at a handsome profit. Living in an older neighborhood meant that most of our neighbors were senior citizens, but there were a few young families living in the community because of the cheaper rent. I spotted the sweet looking redhead almost the first day, but was not destined to meet her until we started high school that fall. Luck was with me as we had freshman social studies and fourth period physical education together. I used the opportunity to befriend the cute looking freckled faced girl, named Connie. Her name was really Constance, but she preferred Connie. After I seduced her and her mother, we became very close. Connie was the innocent type that couldn't help showing her infatuation with me, all too obviously. It didn't take long before other students made fun of us. They accused us of being lesbian lovers. There was no point in denying it, because the more we denied it the more they were convinced that we were lesbians. One afternoon during social studies the teacher, named Ms. Peterson had told us to read chapters 5 and 6 quietly during class. She worked her way up and down the rows talking to individual students about a number of things. Obviously Connie wasn't paying attention, because she tried to pass me a note across the aisle. Ms. Peterson was behind her, and took the slip of folded paper from her hand. She opened it and read the message. She simply continued talking to the other students until the bell rang. Then she unemotionally told Connie and me to remain. She came back to where we were sitting and confronted Connie and me, "The two of you can't keep demonstrating you infatuation with each other during class. It is in the best interest of the class that I make arrangements for you Connie to change classes to Mr. Harris. Connie was crying like a baby at the thought of being separated from me. She was very emotional the rest of the day. After school it was all I could do to placate her fears, and assure her that we could continue seeing each other after school. I was left to wonder why Ms. Peterson had not transferred me. It was obvious that I would not be as emotional about being moved. After class she asked me to remain, so that she could talk to me. She sat down in the desk next to mine and asked, "Do you know why I kept you in my class?" I looked into her clear blue eyes and said, "I don't understand why you moved her and not me." She said, "Connie is very immature, she has made it obvious that she is in love with you. You are more mature and less likely to make it obvious if you are having a relationship with someone." I was still baffled about her logic. Ms. Peterson said, "I would like to discuss this further with you after school. It would not be proper for us to be alone in a classroom after school, or to be seen leaving school together, so what I would like you to do is go to this address after school and wait for me." She handed me a slip of paper with an address written on it. I called Margret to let her know where I was, so that she could explain to Connie that I would be late getting home. I was in no hurry to get to the address. I feared that I was going to be in for a lecture about the evils of lesbian sex from my teacher. I slowly walked up the stairs to the apartment complex to find apartment 24 C on the second floor and knocked on the door. I assumed I was going to have to wait for her to arrive, but the door opened to my surprise. Ms. Peterson had changed clothes, from her normal professional school attire to a very casual shorty silk dressing gown. She was bare footed, and had a warm smile on her face. "Come in my dear, would you like a cold drink?" I was momentarily stunned by it all. I stood there taking in everything. Ms. Peterson was an attractive woman. She was obviously of Scandinavian descent: blonde, blue eyes, flawless complexion, and an athletic figure. I was guessing her age at about 30 years old. Looking around the apartment said very little about her. The apartment was obviously furnished with cheap Ikea modern furniture. The only personal items in the room were a flat screen TV and stereo. What few framed photographs were obviously of family members. She stepped into the adjoining kitchen and dining area to retrieve a couple of cans of soft drinks for us. She also put a couple of cubes of ice in glasses and filled them with the chocolaty colored liquid. I was sitting on the small couch when she came back and sat down next to me, as she handed me a glass. I was fully aware that she was flirting with me. "Why did you transfer Connie to another class and not me?" Ms. Peterson said, "Connie is too emotional, she has made it obvious to everyone that she is in love with you! You on the other hand are more mature. I'm sure that you could remain in my class and not carry on if you and I have a relationship outside of school." "Are we going to have a relationship?" I asked. "I was thinking about seeing if you're as good as Connie thinks you are!" she said, "When we are alone you can call me Lisa!" I was sitting to her left on the couch, so I simply reached across my body to slip my left hand into her gown and felt the soft orb of her right breast. Lisa leaned over and kissed me. Her shorty gown had been intriguing because it had just managed to hide her pussy. I wanted to see what her pussy looked like. When Lisa broke the kiss, she virtually flung her left leg over my body laying it between my body and the back of the couch. Doing so, she untied the silk sash holding the gown closed. The gown slid off of her body exposing her to me. I leaned over her body and lay on top of her, as I kissed her on the mouth. I worked my way down her body, stopping at her neck to feel her blood pulsing through her neck before going down to her breasts. I devoured one tit while playing with the other. I sucked on both of her nipples until she moaned, because it was becoming painful, before moving down to tongue her navel. Lisa eventually placed her hands on top of my head to press me farther down. I knew that she was getting wet, because I could smell her sexy aroma. Lisa's vulva had a bikini cut. There was definitely no fear of her hairs getting caught in my mouth. I sucked her pussy as if my life depended on it. She eventually pounded on my shoulders to let me know that she was enjoying a marvelous orgasm. She lay there breathing hard while she recovered. She eventually smiled down at me and said, "Honey that was marvelous!" She sat up slipping her arms out of the sleeves of her gown. She started undressing me. I helped her to remove my clothes as quickly as possible. We even removed my shoes and nylons. When I was totally naked she laid me back on the couch and did everything to me that I had done to her. While she was eating my pussy, I couldn't resist sticking my big toe into her pussy. After I came, we talked for a little while as we got dressed. When I told her about my two mothers she was fascinated. She put a dress on and insisted on driving me home. When we arrived home I introduced Lisa to Brenda and Margaret. It was obvious what we had been doing when we kissed because our faces smelled of cum. While Lisa was talking to my parents, I got a call on my cell-phone from Connie. She was upset because I hadn't come to her home after school. She accused me of not loving her anymore. I had to assure her that I still loved her, and promised that I would visit her and her mother tomorrow. I knew that as long as Connie was so possessive I would have trouble with her. I couldn't resist finding out if I could seduce any woman or girl that turned me on. Luckily I had my fifteenth birthday coming up. Brenda and Margaret planned a party for me. They invited just about every woman and girl I had ever had sex with. Jackie expressed her disappointment that I hadn't seen her since the move. I made a sweeping gesture around the room and said, "So many women, and so little time!" Jacky chucked. I made a point of introducing her to Connie and her mother. I knew that Jacky would get a charge out of fucking both the mother and daughter. With any luck Connie and Jackie would become possessive about each other. Lisa brought along the school librarian to the party. I knew that I was going to have to get the librarian alone sooner or later. I couldn't resist finding out what she would be like in bed. I had seen the librarian before, and had not paid much attention to her. She was a tall skinny woman with straight shoulder length mousy dishwater blonde hair. She wore very little makeup and she wore long dresses that made her look like she belonged to a Mormon commune or any one of those religious rightwing churches, that make women dress like something out of the 1850 frontier communities. As the party got underway I saw Jackie monopolizing Connie and her mother. She was dancing with them, and feeling them up. I got the librarian alone on the patio with drinks in our hands. I introduced myself, and she told me that she knew who I was because she had seen me in the library before. She told me her name was Thelma. I impulsively placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her head down to kiss her on the mouth. She blushed like a school girl, but made no effort to stop me from kissing her. I backed her up until she was forced to sit down on the glider. I sat next to her and continued kissing her. I pawed at her dress. It didn't take long to have her dress open. She didn't have a bra on, and didn't need one, because they were small things, but the nipples were large. I sucked on her nipples while she stroked my hair. We were swinging back and forth a little while I sucked her nipples. I worked her long skirted dress up around her waist, so that I would get a look at her panties by the moonlight. Just as I thought she had on granny panties. I stuffed my hand inside the roomy panties to find her pussy. I could feel just how fine her pubic hair was. Thelma was moaning while I was still sucking on her nipples and finger fucking her wet pussy. I slipped off of the glider to get between her legs, and remove her panties. I saw by the moonlight and light from the French doors that her pubic hair was very light colored and she didn't have a lot of hair. Spreading her slender legs I was fascinated to see that her clit actually stuck out past her labia major. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it hard. Thelma was making all kinds of sounds. By the time I brought her to an orgasm, there was a crowd standing around the patio watching me bring the woman to an orgasm. I knew I was going to have to visit the library more often. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.