4 comments/ 252455 views/ 30 favorites Mom and Daughter By: PantyhoseFan It happened when I was fourteen. No, I didn't have sex at that age. It was when I discovered my love for members of my own sex. Surprising as this may sound, it was my mom's fault. You see, in our house, if the bathroom door is shut, that means someone is using it and you don't enter. If it is open, it is free for use. My parents have done a good job of enforcing this in our house. So it came as a surprise one morning when I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and walked in on my mom, already taking a shower. Now, if one of my siblings had forgotten, it wouldn't have been such a surprise. But my mom?!? She was one of the ones who enforced this rule. And then it happened. I was in awe of her body. I know, you're probably thinking, "You've seen her body all your life, what was different about this time?" Well, this was the first time I saw her naked body. It’s a bit different. The exact curve of her breasts and ass. The complete lack of sagging anywhere. The fact that she had already had three kids, yet her body looked like she hadn't ever given birth. It was amazing. After spending some time staring, I silently closed the door as I left and ran to my room. From that moment on, I fell in love with women. Now, I was scared to tell anyone. I was worried that it was wrong. Everyone at school always joked about gays and lesbians. So it was hard from that point on to feel totally included. Now for the stranger part. I dreamed of finding someone exactly like my mom, in every fashion. I wanted someone with the same body, same attitude, same everything. I idolized my mom from that point on. I began treating her with more respect, and got more respect back. I even improved my schoolwork, hoping to make her even more proud of me. I didn't really understand why I did all this, especially considering that I would probably never see her naked again. And that first view would be ingrained in my head, never to be forgotten, for the rest of my life. I still went out with guys on occasion, but nothing serious. I wanted them to think I was still straight, as I was worried about what they would think if they knew the truth. And the truth finally came out. It was yesterday that it happened. It was mid-July, and it was the summer after my freshman year in college. It was a week before my 19th birthday. The twins, my younger sister and brother, were with some friends at the pool. My dad was away on a small trip to New York. It was just me and my mom. Now, we had grown closer over the years, going shopping together, going out to eat. And I was thankful for it all. It gave me more time to enjoy her body. I still hadn't told anyone my secret yet, and as far as everyone knew, I was straight. But then it happened. We were at a clothing store, and instead of making me wait outside the dressing room, my mom just had me join her. I was so nervous and excited at the same time that I sat on the bench the whole time. She took off her shirt, and I got my first peek at her 36C breasts in along time (I checked her drawer once for the size). She was wearing a bra, but that didn't matter to me. She stood there for a second and looked at herself in the mirror. She even looked to me and asked if I thought she still looked beautiful. Of course I told her yes. I even jokingly told her she could model if she wanted. She laughed and picked up the shirt she was trying on. It was a tight shirt, and that was very apparent when she put it on. I had a hard time not trying to rub myself in front of her. I encouraged her into buying the shirt, and after stopping at the food court, we went home. When we got home, she went upstairs to put things away, and I joined her to chat. Now, this next part is all kind of a blur, and I still have no idea why I did this. When we got upstairs, I sat on the edge of her bed as she pulled the shirt out of the bag and walked over to her dresser. As she bent over to put it away, I silently tiptoed over to her. When she stood up and turned around, she was startled. Then without warning, I put my arms on her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. She didn't resist, but that might have been out of shock. And like I said, I have no idea why I did this. She was so startled, that she even allowed me to insert my tongue. After some time, I broke it off, then began to profusely apologize. I explained that I wasn't sure what happened, it was such a blur, bla, bla, bla. I think she bought it, as she didn't get mad. We sat on the bed and I just began to cry. She held me and pulled me against her chest, which didn't help much. We just sat there like this for a little while. She was rocking us a bit, and her chin was on the back of my neck. Her arms were wrapped around me, and my face was just above her left breast. Like I said, it didn't help much. In fact, it helped so little for the situation, that I couldn't help but reach up and feel her breasts. I felt her chin pull away from my neck as she slowly pushed me back up into and upright position. Then she gently grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her breast. I was just barely able to pinch her nipple as my hand left her body. I felt embarrassed, but at the same time, I could already feel something stirring inside. I began explaining everything. How I saw her at fourteen. How I feel in love with women. How it was because of that that I feel in love with her body. How I've been hiding it for all these years out of fear. After about half an hour of spilling my guts, she pulled me closer, careful to have me lean against her shoulder this time, and held me. I'm not sure how long this lasted, only that it ended when I put my hand down her pants. Only this time, she didn't remove my hand. She just closed her eyes as my hand explored. This fuelled me even further as I felt the lack of panties down below. This surprised me, and without thinking, I pushed in my index finger. I heard a slight moan as I did this, and I quickly pulled it out. Now what came next surprised me even further. I had pulled my hand out of her pants when she moaned. At that moment, her eyes opened and she looked at me. Then, without saying a word, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Her shoes were already off, and she quickly stood up and removed her pants. For the first time ever, I found out that she did shave her pussy, except for a thin stretch above her pussy. Sitting back down, she scooted a little ways up the bed, and then invited me for more. I hesitated, not expecting this. She then reached forward and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. Kissing me, she then placed my hand back on her pussy and said, "More." I didn't need any more encouragement. I sat between her legs and began playing with her pussy. I know, it seems wrong. You never imagine that you might be playing with your own mother's pussy. But here I was, playing with it. Gently massaging her clit between my thumb and index finger, my middle and ring fingers inserted inside. My other hand against her thigh, pushing it out further than it was. Taking my fingers out, and twisting my hand a bit to allow my tongue access, all while still massaging her clit. Using my other hand to spread and hold her pussy lips apart as I dart my tongue in and out. Listening to the gentle moans she is letting out as her right hand slowly slides down to try and help me. Listening as her left hand grabs her breasts and starts to play with them. Her legs as she wraps them around my body, locking her feet together. Removing both hands from her pussy and just attaching my mouth to the whole thing, sucking and sucking away. Taking her clit between my teeth and gently pulling on it. Jiggling my head side to side as I enjoy the taste of her womanhood. It was all worth it. And then it happened. She let out one long moan as her juices suddenly flooded into my mouth. I quickly tried to gulp down as much as possible. It tasted so sweet. I don't think I can describe it much better than to say that it is one of the best tasting treats I've ever had. Better than the taste of my own juices. As her orgasm began to settle down, and her tasty treat began to slow down to a trickle, I stopped swallowing. I began to collect it in my mouth. Then, when I couldn't hold any more, I just lifted my head and began to massage it all over her mound and inner thighs. When it eventually stopped, I shuffled my body up onto hers, and kissed her, letting her taste herself. It would end up being a long kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, as she tried to lick up every last taste of herself. When we eventually broke it off, she gave me a quick peck, then rolled me off of her. At first, I was worried, and disappointed. Maybe she came to her senses and realized what just happened. But, it ended up that she was just removing her shirt and bra. Tossing them off the bed, she then moved over to me and began removing my clothes for me. I just laid there as she removed my shirt and pants. She didn't touch my bra or panties though, which surprised me at first. Instead of just removing them like everything else, she bent down and began pulling my panties off with her teeth. It was sort of interesting, as she would continually stop and lick my body as she did this. When she got those off, she moved to my bra. Since I was wearing a bra that connected in the front, I didn't have to roll over. This time however, she just grasped my bra and ripped it open, exposing my little 34B breasts. I've always wanted breasts like hers, but came to realize I would never have them with out having surgery. She then began to lick my breasts. Every last inch of them. My hand began to explore my own mound, with some insertion, as she just continued to lick my breasts. Later that day, I found out that my mom had a thing for breasts. She loved breasts. She told me that she would often go online just to look at pictures of women’s breasts. I was shocked. I never figured my mom would like women. I did find out that I was the first one though. Apparently she had never exercised her interest in women. That sort of made this whole thing much more special. When she finished with my breasts, she slowly moved down to my stomach, then to my pussy. As she took over what I was doing, I began to play with my breasts. Apparently, she had some other interests, as she kept trying to insert more fingers. She was up to three when it began to feel tight. She started to add a lot of spit, and eventually forced in the tip of a fourth finger. She wasn’t able to do much though, as it was so tight that there was no freedom of movement. She then removed two fingers, and lifting my rear up a bit, she began to finger fuck me. Then it happened. Out of nowhere, I felt her tongue running its way around my asshole. She even gave both my cheeks hickeys! Then, without warning, she forced her tongue into my asshole. Now, I’m not sure if she had done this with dad or not, but this was my first time. And it felt good. She seemed to know what she was doing. The way she forced in her tongue, and where it poked around. The way she would force in a wet finger and twist it around. The way her tongue would run around the very rim of my hole. It felt fantastic. It didn’t take long after that for me to finally orgasm. And did that orgasm come fast and hard. Mom lost her grip on me at one point I was bouncing so hard. When it eventually subsided, she did the same thing I did, and kissed me. I explored her mouth with my tongue, and the taste was sort of weird. It took a minute to realize that the taste was a mixture of my pussy, her mouth, and my ass. I can’t say it was the best taste I’ve ever tasted. Especially compared to the taste of her sweet nectar, but it wasn't bad either. We spent the next hour exploring each other’s bodies. We tried on lingerie for each other, and I even got my pair of panties stuffed inside me. It was a weird feeling. Then we took a shower together, followed by some quick and intense cleaning up before anyone came home. We managed to finish cleaning about 15 minutes before the twins got home. I’m hoping this isn’t a one-time deal, and that we do this again. I will have to talk to her later, when I get the chance. Right now, I’m just so excited about what just happened, that I have to tell someone, which is why I’m writing this for you. Mom and Daughter Compete My daughter Kate and I were in the garage. We had just moved and were emptying and putting away boxes. My name is Jennifer. I am recently divorced and, using the cash from the sale of our house, I had just bought this 1/2 of a duplex townhouse. Kate had just finished college and had moved back home to find a job. She found a great one close by. She moved in with me to save money. Since she and I discovered her father's affair Kate had very little to do with him. We were still unpacking. A few of the neighbors came by to introduce themselves. They seemed nice. I wondered about the next door neighbor. We shared the duplex. I had asked some of the neighbors about him. They said he traveled a lot, but was very nice. Well, I thought, that was good to know. No one wanted to live next to trouble. Little did I know what trouble was. Truthfully it started innocently enough. As we were unpacking a man came up to the garage. We both stopped to look at him. He looked about 30, 6', 170lbs. He had dark blonde hair, green eyes and a day's worth of stubble on his face. He introduced himself as Kevin. The guy next door. Kate and I looked at each other. We almost laughed out loud. We had joked about having a hot stud next door. Now we had this gorgeous man next to us. The good part, he was gorgeous. On the other hand We were covered with sweat and grime from unpacking boxes all morning. I know Kate well enough to know she was thinking the same thing. We didn't even put makeup on. Normally we're no slouches. We're not models, but we clean up well. I'm 41, 5'6", 130, dirty blond, shoulder length hair, and blue eyes. Kate looks more like her dad. 22, 5'7", 120, long brown hair and brown eyes. She gets a lot of attention. We introduced ourselves and of course apologized for the way we looked. He said he understood and asked if he could help. We spent about 2 hours unpacking. Every time he bent over to pick up a box Kate a and I would check him out. We'd catch each other and smile. When we'd had enough we asked him if he'd like to come inside for a drink. He said sure. He came in, Kate got us some sodas and we sat at the kitchen table and chatted. He was 32, single, broke up with his girlfriend 6 months ago. He worked as a manufacturer's rep for a military contractor so he was on the road 40 to 50% of the time. He suggested that might have had something to do with his breakup. He stayed for about an hour chatting. We truly enjoyed his company. He offered to come and help tomorrow. We told him that he didn't have to do that. He said he didn't mind as he had no plans and, truthfully, was bored and liked the company. We made plans to see him the next day. The next morning I got up and started getting ready to go out and work. I grabbed some grubby clothes. Then I remembered Kevin was coming to help. I rethought what I was going to wear. I grabbed a cute pair of shorts and s tank top. Nothing outrageous, but better than yesterday. I but on some light make up. Something that wouldn't drip with the sweat. I looked in the mirror. Suburban housewife cute, I thought. I went to the garage to start working. I opened the door to get some air circulating. Kevin came by a few minutes later. He had shaved but still looked great. Just as we started working Kate came to join us. I did a double take. Kate was wearing a bikini. Certainly not her most daring one, yet a bikini. She had a T shirt pulled over it. Not too tight but the way it hung from her you knew she had a figure. It came just to her navel showing about two inches of flat belly between the bathing suit and top. Her hair tied back in a cute ponytail. It was perfectly acceptable wear for a hot 22 year old doing sweaty work but I was a little taken aback. As we worked I noticed Kevin checking her out every once in a while. I kind of got in a bad mood. Nothing awful. Just a small cloud. I got quiet. All this time Kate chatted with Kevin. Some of it a little flirtatious. I wasn't sure I liked it. Again, after working he came inside and chatted. This time Kate did more talking. Definately flirtatious. As she talked she'd sometimes touch his arm or hand. As we chatted he mentioned the worst part of travel was spending meals alone. Then when he got home he was still eating most of his meals alone. He had plenty of friends but you can't go out every night. I perked up and invited him to join us for dinner. He politely refused saying he did not want to impose. Kate and I insisted and he accepted. He then said his goodbyes and said he'd see us at dinner. When he left I looked at Kate and said, "Bikini?" She laughed and said, " Why not. He's cute. Never hurts to show off a bit." I laughed. "Well, he noticed," I said." "Good," she said. "Nice to know I still have it," and went off to her room. Still have it, I thought. She's 22. Of course she still has it. Then again, what did I care? It's not like I was in love with Kevin, or even interested. I'd just met him. He was 9 years younger than me. Then of course I thought, he was 10 years older than her. I shook my head. Why was I thinking these things. I'm 41. Not a high school girl. I went about putting things away and preparing dinner. As I did I couldn't stop thinking of Kevin and of Kate in her bikini. This is silly I kept reminding myself. It was getting dinner time. I figured I should shower and change. I jumped in the shower. As I washed myself I had a picture of Kevin, bending over a box, come into my head. It was followed by his face with one day stubble and big shoulders. Without thinking my hand dropped down to my pussy. I softly rubbed my clit. When was the last time I had sex I thought. 9 months? A year? I thought of Kevin again. His smile, trim waist. My fingers got more urgent as did my need. I put my hand against the wall to steady myself. I came. Not a world crashing orgasm, but enough to get me by for now. As I stepped out of the shower. I felt guilty, well guilty and a little naughty. After all he is only 9 years younger than me. Would that make me a cougar? I looked at my closet trying to figure out what to wear. I chose a pair of jeans that showed off my figure and a top that hugged my curves and showed a little bit of skin between the jeans and the shirt. I pulled out a pretty thong and matching bra. It wasn't like anyone was going to see it, but it made me feel pretty. I added a pair of strappy sandals. I checked myself in the mirror. I looked good. I hadn't tried to look good in a while. It felt good. The doorbell rang just as I finished setting the table. I answered it. Kevin was there in shorts and a untucked button down shirt. He had a 5:00 shadow and smelled of spice. He was wearing a subtle cologne. I invited him in and offered him a beer. He accepted. I went and got 2 out of the fridge. He could see me from where he sat. I bent over straight legged to get the beers. I knew these jeans made my ass look good. I laughed at myself for being a little naughty. I brought him his beer. Just as I handed it to him Kate came in the room. He said hi. I looked at what she was wearing. She had on a short denim skirt that showed off almost every inch of her legs. With it, a tank top. She was barefoot. Totally acceptable wear for a 22 year old girl, but I didn't like it. I had this stupid feeling in my stomach. Why was I upset. She'd dressed like that 100 times since she was 15. Why today was I bothered. She saw we had beers and went to get one. We watched her. She did the same thing I did. Bent over straight legged. The curve of her ass barely came into view. Barely, but it did. I realized I was standing and Kevin was sitting. He had a better view. He probably saw more than me. Again I didn't like it. I suppressed the feeling and we all chatted. We then sat for dinner. I sat across from Kevin. Kate sat between us on the side. As we chatted she flirted a little. Again the light hand touches. I looked down and noticed her skirt had slid up. Sometimes when she moved you could see a flash of her panties. I felt like I was intruding and that I was being left out. Kevin made a number of attempts to include me, but I was thinking of what my daughter was doing and didn't notice. When I did respond it was brief. Polite, with smiles, but brief. At the end of dinner Kevin thanked us and invited us over to repay us. We accepted. After dinner I went to my room to read. I actually was avoiding Kate. I slipped off my jeans and lay down to read. I couldn't concentrate on the book. My mind flashed to Kevin. My fingers found my pussy again. As I played with myself an image of Kevin kissing Kate flashed in my mind. I came. Almost immediately Kate knocked on my door. I told her to come in. She saw me lying on the bed. She'd seen me in my underwear plenty of times. No big deal. She asked me if I was ok. She was worried as I was so quiet at dinner. I assured her I was fine and just tired. After all, what else could I say? I think I'm jealous of Kevin and you? It sounded ridiculous even as I thought it. She came over, kissed me on the cheek, and said goodnight. As she walked out the door she flashed me that pretty smile and said, "Hot panties mom." A few days went by. I knew Kevin was home. His car was in the driveway. Our town houses are 2 stories with a basement. To reach the first floor front door you go up about 5 steps. Each has a nice sized back yard with a patio. Unfortunately there's not much privacy there as the neighbor in the attached house can see right into the yard. We had put in some nice deck furniture, a a grille, and a table. It was sunny out. I looked at the lounges. My mind flashed to Kevin. I thought of Kate in her short skirt. I don't know what possessed me. I decided to go tan. I looked at my bikinis. I knew which one I wanted, but for some reason I tried to fool myself I was considering others. Finally I grabbed the one I wanted. It was bright yellow. The top was a string halter that tied around the back and around my neck. The bottom was a string bikini that tied on each side. It left a great deal of ass showing. I don't think I've worn it for 10 years. I put it on and checked myself in the mirror. I could still rock this bikini. I'd never wear it in public, after all, I'm 41, but looked good. I went outside with a towel and lotion to tan. I moved the lounge so I could discretely see Kevin's window. He was looking down, I up. So if he looked he'd see more than I could. I lay down on my back. With my sunglasses on you could not tell if I was awake or asleep. Finally I saw him go by the window. Finally I thought, why was I waiting? What was I doing. But I saw him. He stopped and looked. I still got it, I thought. I reached up and untied the sting around my neck. Holding the top in place I lay down again. He was still looking. I reached for the lotion. I squeezed some in my hand and started spreading it on me. I started with my belly. Slowly working my hands towards the bottom of my bikini. My fingertips brushed the band and dipped under the material just a little. Then I worked my way up. When I reached my top I pushed it up a bit. I exposed a bit of the white globe of my breasts. Just a bit of the bottom curve. I rubbed the lotion on. I looked back at Kevin's window. He had stepped back a bit but was still watching. I then pulled the top back in place. This time starting at my neck and shoulders. I took my time finally getting to my breasts. I rubbed lotion almost to the point you could see my nipples. Then I stopped. I actually wanted to keep going. To rub and pull my nipples, but I stopped. I brought my knee up to my chest. Starting as far down as I could I started rubbing lotion up my leg. As I got the the top of my thigh I put the leg down and continued. I let my fingers brush the crotch of my bikini. I then did the same with the other leg. I'm pretty sure he watched the whole show. I wanted to run inside and masturbate. I knew I needed to wait to make my show convincing. I didn't have to wait long. About 10 minutes later my doorbell rang. I tied the top of my bikini and went in. I thought of putting on a wrap but was feeling a bit wild and horny and figured might as well scare or give whoever it was a thrill. It was Kevin. He said they'd delivered some of my mail to his house and he was dropping it off. It was just junk mail. Then he said, "Do you always answer the door in a bikini?" It was obviously meant as a joke. I gave it my best flirt and said, "Only for handsome young men. Why do you mind?" Young? Why did I say young? I could have kicked myself. "Mind, hell no," he said. "I'm just going to drop by more often." Oh my god. He was flirting back. "Well if that's the case I might have to find something better than a bikini." Did that come out of my mouth? Who said that? "One can only dream," he said. I laughed. I asked if he wanted to come in for a beer. He said sure. I went to the fridge. I was wearing a bikini that barely covered my ass. Last time I was wearing jeans. Last time Kate was wearing a short skirt. A bit of her ass showed. I bent over straight legged my legs slightly parted. I felt the suit slide up. I felt it stretched across my pussy. I stayed a bit longer than I should. I then brought him the beer. I invited him to join me on the deck. He accepted. I thought to adjust the back of my suit where it slid up but decided not to. I lay down on my stomach on the lounge. I had my sunglasses back on. He sat on the lounge next to me and pulled his shirt off. He had a nice chest. Broad, strong, not too hairy. He didn't have a 6 pack but he looked good. I was feeling bold. "Before you lay down," I said, "Would you do my back?" I held up the lotion. Even as I said it I thought, what a cliche, but it worked. He agreed and took the lotion. I undid both the strings of my top to give him better access. He started at my neck and slowly worked his way down. My nerves were on edge. I could feel his fingers on the sides of my breasts. Just at the line of decency and too much. I wanted to move, to give him access, but I didn't. I knew I couldn't, shouldn't. His hands worked their way down my back. As he neared the bottom of my bikini. He brushed it with his fingers. I prayed he'd slide his fingers under it. He didn't. Instead he started at my feet. He slowly worked up my calf to my knee. He then did the same on the other side. Then he moved up my thigh. I parted my legs to make it easier. If I weren't wearing a bathing suit that had extra material at the crotch, I'm sure I'd have had a wet spot. He continued up my thigh. My bathing suit was still pulled up from when I bent over. A lot of ass was showing. He continued right up to the bathing suit his hands on my ass like it was no big deal. His fingers brushed the crotch of my bathing suit. I wanted to pull the strings on both sides and just let it fall off me. Instead I just lay there holding my breath. "There," he said. "All set." He then lay down on his lounge. Me? I didn't want to move. I was reliving every touch. I could feel my whole body tingling. I lost track of time. I fell asleep. Kevin lightly shook me awake. I popped up, startled, forgetting I had untied my top. I grabbed it and quickly held it over my tits. I knew it was too late. He'd gotten a good look. The thought made me tingly and horny. "We've been out here for a while," he said. "You fell asleep. I was afraid you'd burn," "Burn?" The only part of me burning was my pussy. I thanked him, tied my top on, and sat up. We got up and went inside. As we walked in Kate walked in the front door. Completely unabashed the first thing she said was, "Wow, I have not seen you in that bikini in 10 years." Then she said hi to Kevin. They exchanged pleasantries. Kevin said bye and left. Kate went to her room to change. As she left she said, "Looking good mom." I went to my room to shower and change. I jumped in the shower and turned it on hot. I thought of rubbing the lotion on my body as Kevin watched. I imagined sliding my bathing suit off as he watched. I felt his hands on my back. I again imagined untying the bottom. This time getting on my knees so he could enter me from behind. As I did I played with my pussy. This time I was not soft. I wanted to make myself cum, hard. As images flashed through my mind I got closer and closer. All of a sudden an image of Kate watching Kevin as he fucked me flashed through my head. I came. I came hard. I steadied myself against the shower wall. I took in deep breaths. What the hell was that, I thought. Even as I thought it, the image came to the forefront. Picturing myself on my knees, fucked from behind, as my daughter watched. I was embarrassed I thought it. I was still hot thinking it. We had nothing to do tonight. Usually we just throw on something comfortable and watch TV. Today I was being more picky. I found a cute pair of pajama shorts and a little tank that left my navel exposed. No bra, no panties. I was going to sleep in this. I went out to watch TV. Kate was already there in a T shirt and panties. She wore that a lot. The shirt barely covered her ass. She looked at me. "What's the occasion," she said. I pretended to have no idea what she was talking about. "No occasion," I said. She gave me a half laughing look but let the topic drop. Every once in a while she'd look at me. My face would flush. It wasn't because I was embarrassed. It was because I was enjoying being looked at. When I finally went to bed I was hornier than I remembered being in years. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled my top off. I cupped my breasts. I remembered that Kevin had seen them today. My nipples were hard. I caressed them. Then I slid my shorts off. My shaved pussy came into view. Who was I shaving it for? When was the last time someone saw it. I thought about Kevin, running his hands and lotion up my thighs. I wondered what Kate would say if she knew I shaved my pussy. Everything from the day started coming back. I grabbed my vibrator from my bottom drawer and placed it against my pussy. I did not stop till I came 3 times and fell asleep. The next day was a normal day. We were going to Kevin's for dinner. What to wear was an issue. Normally I'd ask Kate. Normally she'd ask me. This time, neither of us asked the other. I chose a short denim skirt. Not as short as Kate's but short. I had a white linen top with spaghetti straps. It scooped down in front and definitely showed cleavage. Under it I wore a lacy strapless bra. The bra was sexy. It had scalloped edges and barely covered my nipples. You could see it through the top. I had a cute pair of low heels and a white thong that matched the bra. I looked hot. I stepped out of my room. Kate was waiting for me on the couch. I looked. She was wearing what they call a handkerchief top. It was tiny. It tied around her neck and loosely around her back. The top started about mid cleavage, barely covered her breasts and came to a point about 4 inches above her navel. Because it was tied lightly you could see a little of the side of her tits. From the back it looked like she was almost naked from neck to skirt. Her skirt was short and white. Much shorter than mine. When she stood, if you looked, you could tell she was wearing a pair of small pink boy shorts under it. "Wow mom, you look hot," she said. "You look very pretty yourself," I replied. We walked over to Kevin's house. When he opened the door he just looked at us blinking. Then he recovered. "If I knew two such sexy women would come to dinner I would have started cooking for you the day I met you." I blushed. Kate flashed him a smile and said, "Yup, I guess it sucks to be you tonight." Mom and Daughter Compete That broke the ice. We all went in chatting and enjoying ourselves. I did notice that Kate rarely crossed her legs and when she did, she did so slowly. She was flashing him. She'd also find reasons to bend over and give him a look down her top. Well, I could do some of that too. I stopped crossing my legs. Now he could see up my dress too. I excused myself and went to the restroom. I adjusted my bra a bit. Now my aureola showed just a bit above the bra. I went back and joined them. They were laughing. She had her hand on his knee. I sat directly across from him. My legs apart. Leaning in. I joined the conversation like nothing was different. This time Kate and I were both flirting. He was eating it up. I was pretty proud of myself. I was holding my own. Finally the night was over. We both kissed Kevin. She kissed him first. Not on the lips, but lightly by the lips. I kissed him next. Lightly on the lips. We went home. I headed to my room. Before I got there Kate said, "Wow, who'd have thought a 41 year old mom could flirt as good as I could." She had a huge smile on her face. "I'm not sure he knew where to look all night," She continued. I had no idea how to respond. I just stood there. She laughed and said, "Why choose." And went to bed. I went to my room and stripped out of my clothes. I didn't even bother with my vibrator I just climbed on my bed and jammed my fingers in my pussy. I was soaking wet. I replayed the whole night. Kate flashing him, me flashing him, Kate seeing me flash him. Oh my god, my nerves were all tingling. Just then Kate knocked on my door. Before I could answer or cover myself she opened it and looked in. She was standing there in her boy shorts and handkerchief top. She'd lost the skirt. I was on my bed naked, hand in my pussy, frozen. She looked at me and said, "Never mind, I'll ask you tomorrow." She closed the door. I came almost immediately. It was a amazing orgasm. I fell asleep with visions of Kevin, my daughter in her panties, and my fingers in my pussy in my head. The next morning I tried to apologize to Kate. She would have none of it. "Mom, I masturbate too. I'm sorry I interrupted you. I don't blame you. Kevin's cute, and showing off like that was making me hot too. Besides, it was kinda weird and hot knowing your mom masturbates." I didn't know what to say. I went about pretending to have a normal chat, knowing there was a huge elephant in the room. A couple of days later Kate and I were coming home from shopping. We saw Kevin in his driveway. We chatted and asked him what his plans for the night were. He responded he was going to watch a movie. We had intended to watch the same movie. We invited him to watch with us. Kate just said, "Cool, movie pajama party." Kevin replied he slept in his boxers. Kate just responded, "I sleep in a T shirt sometimes with, sometimes without panties." She laughed. Kevin responded, "Pajama party it is. I'll hold you to that." They both laughed and we headed in. "Pajama party?" I practically screamed. "What were you thinking?" "I was thinking he'd look cute in boxers," she laughed. "What are you thinking?" Me? I was thinking of what pajamas I would wear in front of my daughter and Kevin. Would she really wear a t shirt with no panties? Would he be watching a movie in just his boxers? I was practically sweating. He was coming in 45 minutes. I jumped in the shower. Scalding hot water. I washed, I masturbated. I pictured Kevin in his boxers. I pictured Kate in a T shirt straddling his lap. I pictured me kissing Kevin. Her Kissing Kevin. My hand on the small of her back. What the hell was wrong with me. I came. I looked at my pajamas. What the hell was I supposed to wear? In front of my daughter? In front of Kevin? I had no clue. I found an old pair of pajamas I had. I think I wore them so my ex wouldn't want sex. Full sleeves, full legs. Panties or no? I could have gone with full blown cotton bikini panties. No, I chose a pair of the tiniest see through bikini panties I had. I heard Kevin and Kate Laughing in the living room. Kevin was in a T shirt and boxers. Kate was in a little ensemble I'd never seen before. Cute pink tiny boy shorts with a matching loose tank that came down about 2 inches above her navel. Her bathing suit showed more but she looked less covered now. I walked out in my full blown PJs. They both looked at me. Kate said to Kevin, "I think mom missed the point." If I didn't, I was certainly missing it now. "Be right back," Kate said and ran into my room. When she returned her hands were full with my nighties underwear and pajamas. She spread them on the floor and said, "if she can't pick, we can." I protested. Kate said, "If you can't play by the rules, you pay the price." I stood there blushing as she and Kevin went through my stuff, the sexier the item they picked up, the more I blushed. I also realized that somewhere in my mind, I was hoping they'd pick that, and hoping they wouldn't. My pussy was wet. Finally Kate said "Here." I looked. She had a little lacy see through thong in her hand. For a top she had a lacy tank practically see through. "I can't wear that," I said. "No way." "Sorry mom," she said. "It's this or nothing." Nothing? She'd have me naked in front of both of them? Dammit why was that making me hot? I didn't move. Kate jumped quick. Grabbed my pajama bottoms, pulled them down, and pushed me to the couch. She pulled them off. I was now in a long sleeve pajama top and little see through panties. "See Kevin. I told you she shaved." She and Kevin had discussed my shaving? That means she told him she walked in on me masturbating. The thought made me both ashamed and hot. Then she stopped. She turned the movie on. We watched. I didn't know what to do. I should have ran and got dressed, but there was a piece of me that didn't want to. We watched the movie, us on either side of Kevin. I forgot I was in my panties. Kate and I kind of cuddled up on either side of Kevin. It was nice. He had his arms around us. My hand had fallen to his thigh. Kate's hand was on top of mine holding it. As the movie went on I felt something against my hand. I realized Kevin's cock was growing in his boxers. It was starting to press against my hand. I looked. Kate noticed too. She took her hand moved it off mine and started stroking Kevin's cock. She looked at me and smiled. She then took my hand in hers and started stroking him with my hand. My mind was raging. This was wrong. I was so wet. When was the last time I held a cock. Kate pulled it out of his boxers. She looked at me and smiled. Kevin just rested his head back with a small smile on his face. Kate took her hand and wrapped it around mind. She started stroking him with my hand. I let her. I knew I should stop it but I didn't want to. She took her hand away. I didn't stop stroking him. She looked at me. "Mom, when I saw you in that bikini, I realized we were competing for his attention. I would never take anything from you. We've always shared," she said. "And, after I caught you masturbating, which by the way was fucking hot, I knew you needed some attention." With that she kissed me. Not a mother daughter kiss. She kissed me on the lips. Tongue and all. I am ashamed to admit. I kissed back. Kate peeled off her top. I don't think I'd seen her naked in years. Now I was looking at her perfect breasts and stroking a man's cock while I did. Kevin reached out to caress her tits. I watched him as he gently stroked them. I realized I was jealous. I wanted mine stroked too. Kate straddled his lap. My hand was still stroking his cock. She pulled his face into her tits. He started sucking them. It looked so good I wanted to suck them too. I wanted mine sucked. All this time I was stroking Kevin's cock. She turned to Kevin and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then Kate pulled me close. Grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it off. "I love you mom," she said She turned Kevin's head to my breast. His hand went to one, his mouth to the other. I could feel it from my neck to my pussy. Then she leaned in and took my other breast in her mouth. I moaned. I put my arm around her head, pulled her to me, and moaned. "Oh baby, I love the way you suck mama's tits. Don't stop. Suck them." I continued to stroke Kevin's cock. Kevin and Kate stopped sucking my tits. I groaned. I wanted them back. Kate stood up and pulled me to my feet. Standing in front of me she said, "Mom, you're beautiful." She put her hands on the waistband of my panties, slid them over my hips, and let them fall to the floor. Then she said, "Take mine off mom. Show Kevin your little girls pussy." That was so wrong. I shouldn't be thinking like this. Even as I thought that, I knew I would. I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down. She was naked. She was beautiful. She turned to Kevin, got on her knees and pulled off his boxers. As she did his cock sprang straight up. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my knees beside her. Kevin spread his knees to make room for us. She took his cock in her mouth. I watched. I had not given a lot of blow jobs in the past. She looked like she knew what she was doing. She stopped, looked at me, and pointed his cock at me. I took it in my mouth. I tried to do what she did. I wanted to be as good as her. We took turns sucking his cock. He moaned. Kate and I just watched each other and smiled. Every once in a while we'd take him together. That would often end in a kiss. Kate took a drop of precum from his cock, spread it on my lips, and kissed me. I loved the way it tasted. I loved the way she tasted. She then told Kevin to lie down on the couch. He did as he was told. She got on the couch and straddled his face looking at me. She then pulled me up on the couch straddling his cock. She reached down and guided his cock into me. I went slowly. I wanted to feel every inch. I could see Kevin's head moving under her. His tongue in her pussy. She made soft mewling sounds as he ate her. As he did, Kate leaned forward and sucked my tits. With Kevin's tongue in her she'd stop and moan on my nipples as she sucked them. Her moaning breath was as much a turn on as having them sucked. I finally sunk myself completely on Kevin's cock. With him in me and Kate sucking my tits. I came. I let out a loud moan. I started riding him. Kate started whispering softly, "That's it mom. Ride his cock. Cum for us. You deserve it. You deserve a great fuck." Then she kissed me. As she did I came. She kept kissing me. My mouth stopped working. Just as I started to get control back, she started to cum on Kevin's tongue. Not really breaking the kiss, she moaned into my mouth, "oh my god mom, I'm cumming. Your little girl is cumming." I came again. I continued to ride Kevin's cock. Now I was fucking him. Kate was whispering in my ear, "Fuck him. Make him cum. Feel it in you. You deserve it. Make him cum." I started pumping him, "Come on. Cum for me. Fill my pussy with cum. I want to feel you all hot inside me." Kate joined in. "Fuck her. Fill her with cum. I want her to feel that cock fill her cunt." I felt Kevin start to spasm. I came. I came so hard I had to hang onto Kate so I didn't fall. Kevin came. Hot cum hitting the walls of my pussy. I could feel it squeezing out of me as he continued to fuck me. With that Kate came again. We hung on each other gasping for air. Eventually, Kevin's cock slipped out of me. I fell backwards to catch my breath. Kate leaned forward and took his soft cock in her mouth. She sucked it all in her mouth making, mmmmmm, sounds as she did. When she was done she crawled down Kevin's body towards me. She brought her lips to mine. She kissed me. Her lips were covered with his cum and my pussy juice. I kissed her passionately. It was delicious. We lay there for a while catching our breath. Eventually Kevin looked at the clock and realized he had a flight in 6 hours. He kissed us both and promised to call as soon as he got back. I got up went to my room and collapsed on my bed. Kate opened my door. "Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?" I held out my arms. She climbed into bed, rested her head on my chest, and closed her eyes. I looked at my baby for a while. I didn't regret what we'd done, but I wondered where it would lead. As we lay there I felt her hand slide down to my pussy. Her fingers lightly played with my clit. I sighed softly and kissed her on the head. Mom and Daughter Make Big Discovery "Mom, do you know that Brian has a huge penis?" I almost spit out the tea I was drinking. Cindy sat down next to me at the kitchen table. "What?" I sputtered. Cindy was grinning. "Yeah. He just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn't know I was in there. I didn't get a great look at it, but it looked massive." I frowned. "It was just flopping all around, It was freakin'-" "Cindy, that's your brother you're talking about." "I know, but the size of that thing. Have you seen it?" "Cindy! Of course I haven't seen it." "Lighten up, Mom. Was Dad big?" "Cindy." "Was he?" "Um, I think he was pretty average, I don't know." "Brian must get it from your side of the family then." He does, I thought. I was instantly reminded of the time I'd caught my brother Barry playing with himself when we were both teenagers. His penis looked like it was a foot long. "Um, I don't know. So, what do you have planned for today?" Cindy talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told me she was still thinking about her brother. Late that night, I heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed. I opened my bedroom door a crack and saw Cindy near Brian's room. "Cindy," I whispered, stepping into the hallway. "What are you doing?" "Um, just going to the bathroom." "The bathroom's that way," I said pointing the opposite way. "Oh, yeah," she said, and started walking back towards me. "What were you really doing?" She looked at me for a moment. "I just wanted to see it again, okay?" "See what?" In the dim light I saw her grin. "Cindy, no! He's your brother!" "I just want to see it, Mom. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked." She walked back to Brian's room. "Cindy!" She looked back at me and then opened his door and went in. I quickly followed. Brian was lying on his back, his comforter covering most of his lower half. From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of his bare butt, and one time his balls -- which, now that I thought about it were pretty big -- I knew Brian slept naked. The street lights illuminated Cindy's wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees. "Do you think he's wearing anything?" she asked. I didn't say that I knew he wasn't. "Cindy, c'mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?" Cindy scoffed. "Brian? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn't he?" She slowly lifted the comforter off of him, and I saw her eyes grow wide. "Holy shit!" She moved the comforter so he was full exposed. Good god, I thought. He does have a huge penis. Cindy looked up at me, beaming. "Look at the size of this thing! And it's not even hard!" Brian's penis was at least six inches long and probably five around. It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless. It was the first penis I'd seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted me a little, I could feel my panties start to moisten. "How big do you think this monster will get?" Cindy asked. "Cindy, c'mon, you've seen it, okay? Let's go." "Alright." She stared at Brian's penis for another moment and then reluctantly covered him up again and followed me out of the room. "Did you see the size of that thing, Mom? Biggest dick I've ever seen." I watched her go back to her room. By the time got back into bed, my pussy was soaked. It was difficult being around Brian the next day. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch, and when I did, I could see that great bulge. How had I never noticed that before? Once Cindy caught me looking and out eyes met and we had to chuckle. The next night, I was having trouble sleeping. I refused to masturbate thinking about my son. It was just wrong. Around midnight, I heard something in the hallway and knew what it was. I got up and opened my door a crack, just in time to see Cindy slip into Brian's room. I followed her. Just as I opened the door, I caught her wrapping her hand -- at least as much as it would go -- around Brian's penis. "Cindy!" I whispered. She looked up at me. "I can't help it, Mom. I have to know how big this thing is." She started sliding her hand up and down his penis, and it slowly got bigger. "Holy shit." I just stood there mesmerized as my son's penis got bigger and bigger. "Look at his balls!" Cindy said, and started fondling them with her other hand. "They're like fucking tennis balls!" After a minute or two, it looked like she had gotten his penis to its full length. "Gotta be 10 inches," she said. "Gotta ruler?" She giggled. I could not stop staring at Brian's cock. A penis that big can only be called a cock. My panties were soaked again and I was worried my scent would start filling the room. "You wanna touch it, Mom?" Cindy asked, still stroking it. "No, no, I couldn't." "C'mon, Mom! What's the big deal? It's just a cock. I mean, it's a big fucking cock." I walked over and kneeled down next to Cindy. She was still stroking Brian's cock, and more than anything, I wanted to be the one doing it. But I just couldn't, could I? "C'mon, Mom!" She grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. God, it felt good. It was so warm and hard, but at the same time soft. I'd forgotten what it was like holding a nice thick cock, though I'd never held one nearly this big. "Awesome, right?" She was fondling his balls with both hands, while I stroked the shaft. I glanced at Brian, but he looked sound asleep. "Alright," Cindy said after a minute. "My turn again." She put her hand on mine and I reluctantly let go. She started stroking again, but suddenly she did something I wasn't prepared for and leaned forward and took Brian in her mouth. "Cindy! That's too far now." She bobbed her head for a moment and then took it out. "Tastes fucking awesome, Mom. Just let me do this for a while." I seemed powerless to stop her. Here I was, in the middle of the night, watching my daughter suck my son's cock. I had to restrain myself from thrusting my hands down my panties. "Alright, c'mon, let's go." Cindy smiled around Brian's cock and then let it go. "You wanna turn?" My pussy convulsed. "I can't do that, Cindy." "Why not? You have done it before, haven't you?" She grinned. "Of course I've done it before, but that's not the point. I-" Suddenly I couldn't think of one good reason that I shouldn't suck my son's cock. I shuffled over and Cindy quickly moved out of the way. After another glance at the still sleeping Brian, I grabbed his cock and quickly shoved it in my mouth. It had been such a long time since I had done this, but I quickly remembered how to do it. Brian's cock was so big I could only get maybe half of it in my mouth, but I went to town on it. I slurped on my son's cock and didn't care how much noise I was making. With my right hand, I started pumping it in time to my sucking. "Uh, Mom," I heard Cindy say, but I was too far gone to care. "He's probably gonna..." That's when I felt Brian's semen hit the back of my throat. It was a bit of a surprise, but I quickly recovered and swallowed as much as I could. I hadn't planned on making my son come, but now that it had happened, it felt great. I stroked and swallowed until it was all gone and then looked at Cindy. "That was awesome, Mom! How does your son's spunk taste?" Before I could say anything, she leaned forward and kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a minute and then she backed up, licking her lips. "Umm, yummy." We cleaned up Brian as best we could and then left. "God, I'm horny," Cindy said as she went back to her room. That makes two of us, I thought. I ripped off my now completely drenched panties before getting back into bed, and rubbed myself to sleep with a few powerful orgasms. I felt disgusted with myself for what I had done, and barely left my bedroom the next day. Around noon, there was a knock on the door. "Mom, you okay?" It was Brian. "Uh, yeah, Brian, just a headache. I'll be down later." "Okay," he said, and I heard him go downstairs. How could I ever face him again? Fortunately Brian had baseball practice that afternoon and was going out with his friends afterwards. When I was getting ready for bed, I heard him come up the stairs and go into his room. About an hour later, just as I was dozing off, I heard Cindy's door open. Alright, enough, I thought. I have to put an end to this. I opened my door just in time to see her slip into Brian's room. I stepped into the hall, but hesitated. I don't think I can in go in there, I thought. I don't know what I'll do. No, I have to stop Cindy from whatever she's about to do. But it was too late. When I opened the door, she was fully naked, riding Brian's huge cock. She was moving kind of slowly, but her tits, which were a nice size like mine, were shaking and I couldn't help but look at them. I was about to tell her to stop, but I found myself with my hand down my panties. My pussy was so wet, I easily slipped two fingers inside. Cindy looked over at me and smiled, and then her concentration went back to fucking her brother. I watched as she grinded her nice plump ass on his cock, and then she uttered a small cry and I knew she had come. She stayed impaled for a minute and then slowly got off. A trail of his cum and hers leaked out of her. "Did he...?" I asked. Cindy smiled and nodded. "It was like a cannon went off in my pussy. Fucking awesome." I looked at her with envy, and then at Brian's deflating cock. "You gotta try that sometime, Mom." What I was afraid of happening, I couldn't stop. I rushed over to the bed and engulfed my son's cock. The combination of his semen and Cindy's own fluid was pungent, but I didn't care. I needed this cock to get hard, and I needed it in me. "Jeez, Mom, you're dirty!" Cindy said with a giggle. I sucked for all I was worth and it wasn't long before the monster rose again. I quickly stripped and mounted him. I barely even glanced to see if he was stirring. If he awoke just then I wouldn't have stopped. I grabbed Brian's cock and put it the entrance to my pussy. I rubbed it on my clit for a second, and then lowered myself down. It felt like I was fucking myself with a baseball bat, but it was so good. I just stayed like that for a moment, and then started fucking my son. Cindy came over to the bed and just watched me. I wiped the side of my mouth and she asked, "How's my pussy taste?" I smiled. "Why don't you find out? I grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues wrestled for a moment, and then I felt a hand on my right tit. I backed off. "Naughty," I said, but Cindy didn't move her hand, nor did I push it away. With both hands, she started playing with my tits, and pulling on my nipples. "You got great tits, Mom," she said. That was when I came the first time. I shuddered and almost fell, but Cindy grabbed my shoulders to steady me. "Whoa. Good orgasm?" She resumed playing with my tits as I resumed riding my son's cock. "Wait, I wanna try something," she said, and walked to the end of the bed. I felt the bed compress a little as she got on it. Suddenly I felt hair on my ass. "Cindy, what are you doing?" "I'm licking his huge balls." I heard her slurping for a while I continued to ride him. All of a sudden I felt Cindy's tongue on my pussy. "Cindy, oh my god, what are you doing?" She didn't answer and kept licking both Brian's cock and my pussy. I felt her tongue move up my ass crack and a second later she was nibbling my asshole. That's when I came again. This time I couldn't hold it in and screamed. I came for what felt like five minutes, and when I dropped back to earth, Cindy was still licking my ass. When I looked down, Brian's eyes were open. He stared up at me, a confused look on his face. "Mom? What the..." I was too far gone and just kept fucking him. But Cindy sprung into action. She quickly removed her lips from my asshole and straddled Brian's chest. "Hey, Bri! You don't mind us fucking you for a while, do you?" Before he could say anything, she moved up and quickly squatted on his face. He made a muffled cry before Cindy's pussy smothered him. It didn't take him long to start eating her out. We just stayed that way for a while, me riding his cock and Cindy riding his face. I couldn't help but watch Cindy's ass as she squirmed; Brian certainly looked like he knew what he was doing. I reached out and started squeezing her ass cheeks. Cindy looked over her shoulder and smiled. She then leaned forward and spread her legs and I could see her asshole. It was pretty, a nice tan little pucker. Suddenly, more than anything, I wanted to taste it. I leaned forward and tried to put my face between her ass cheeks. It was a little awkward because of our position, but Cindy quickly adjusted and my tongue found her asshole. I'd never done anything sexual with a woman before, but licking her asshole felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was a little salty and there was definitely hints of her pussy juice as well as Brian's spunk on it, but to me, it was delicious. And Cindy loved it. She was writhing as both Brian and I serviced her holes, and it wasn't long before she screamed as she came. A moment later, I came for the third time, and so did Brian. Cindy was right; his semen shot into me like a cannon. I kept Brian's cock in my for a moment, and then slowly got off. Our combined fluids sloshed out of me. We all looked at each other, tired but happy expressions on our faces. I didn't know what to say. I'd just had the best sex of my life and it was with my two kids. Finally, Cindy broke the silence. "Hey, Brian," she said, lifting up his deflated and soggy cock. "Do you think this thing will fit in my ass?"