26 comments/ 170110 views/ 29 favorites A Forbidden Triangle By: pixie2002 Morgan had developed a crush on Amber almost from the time the two coeds started working as bartenders at the All American Sports Bar to help put themselves through college. And why not? Amber was a dark-eyed beauty, tall, but with a voluptuous figure that included wondrously full, yet firm breasts that could only belong to a young woman barely in her 20's. Her eye-popping figure and dazzling smile allowed her to generate almost unprecedented tips from the male customers—a fact that fanned a few competitive flames in Morgan when they first met. But Morgan certainly held her own when it came to looks, with shiny brunette hair framing a lovely face and eyes that that made you feel warm just to gaze into them. She was shorter than Amber by several inches, standing barely over five feet. But her own breasts, though smaller than Amber's, were full and round and looked almost as large on her trim body. Once they realized there was no reason to be competitive with each other, the two comprised a formidable team behind the bar, attracting men (and certainly some women, too), selling drinks, and raking in the tips. When Morgan first found herself attracted to Amber, she wasn't even sure Amber was interested in women in a sexual sense. Morgan knew Amber went out with men and that she had a special male "friend with benefits." But there was something about the way the two brushed against each other behind the bar that made Morgan think Amber might, indeed, be interested. Morgan had already enjoyed several relationships with women and found them to be a wonderful complement to an active sex life with men. She had her own special friend, Tom, who always performed ably in response to a late night phone call. As the two worked together over several weeks, the flirting and teasing increased, and then turned to little touches as they passed each other. It was becoming more apparent that the physical attraction was mutual, and it was just a matter of time before the friendship would take on a sexual dimension. Finally, one Saturday night about two months into their friendship, Morgan and Amber had been out on the town with a group of friends, drinking, dancing and generally enjoying a relaxing weekend night. Most of the group returned to Morgan's house, where the drinking continued. It was not a drunken orgy or anything like that, but quite a few inhibitions had been checked at the door. It was then that Amber, though usually a little more reserved than Morgan, made that oh-so-difficult first move to let Morgan know that she was, indeed, interested. And from that point on, the girls were both friends and lovers. ******* Over the long Thanksgiving weekend, Morgan left Amber behind and made the 250-mile trip south to see her parents. It was a rare visit home, not only because of the distance, but because Morgan was a busy college student trying to work her way through school while carrying a full course load. She missed her parents a lot—especially her mother, Kellie. The two were especially close. Morgan had an easy relationship with her mother, and the two could talk about almost anything, including sex. The two of them had been discussing sexual things since Morgan was quite young. Morgan's parents were young, her mother only 40, and her dad just a few years older. They'd never tried to hide the sexual side of life from their daughter. They'd had a swimming pool as Morgan was growing up, and her parents hosted plenty of parties there that Morgan could observe and even participate in to a degree. So she had a good feel for how her parents enjoyed themselves. Kellie was a young 40--a very attractive woman who worked hard to keep her body trim and fit. She had brown hair and eyes like Morgan. And seeing her mother, it was easy to tell where Morgan got her wonderful breasts. The two times Amber and Kellie had been together, the women liked each other immediately. There was an ease between the two of them that Morgan really enjoyed seeing—the two most important women in her life getting along well. The second time the three of them had gotten together for lunch at a little pub near campus during a visit by Kellie, Morgan noticed a special animation in Amber—a little extra laughing, more touching. And Kellie joined in the spirit, frequently reaching over to touch Amber when making a point or telling a story. Afterward, when the two were alone, Morgan kidded Amber about flirting with her mom. Amber denied it, but she wasn't laughing. Because Morgan had always been so open with her mother, she'd been feeling the need to tell her about the new relationship with Amber. And she vowed to make the revelation over Thanksgiving break. On Friday evening, Morgan found her mother sitting alone in their quiet living room and decided it was time. "Mom, you like Amber, don't you?" Kellie looked up from her book and smiled. "Of course, she's a wonderful girl. And so cute. Why do you ask?" "Well, we've been spending a lot of time together . . . working together . . . partying some, too, you know." Kellie smiled a little, remembering a few parties of her own at Morgan's age. "I can tell you're working up to something. Just spit it out. You know you can tell me anything." "Well, Amber and I have sort of been seeing each other . . . you know, dating." Kellie was quiet for a long time. Then finally, "Morgan, you know I want what makes you happy, and I can tell that you've been very happy lately. I guess Amber must get a lot of the credit for that. "But, please promise me you won't get into this too deeply until you know this is what you really want." "I won't, Mom. We're still just getting to know each other. And besides, we both still like men, too." Kellie looked at Morgan with an expression her daughter hadn't seen before. It was a sort of far off, wistful look. "Okay, Morgan, now I'm going to tell you something. But first you have to promise not to repeat it—especially to your dad." "Sure, Mom, I keep all your secrets." They both laughed, knowing there really weren't any other secrets to keep. "Well, when I was your age, I had some . . . a few . . . girlfriends, too." Kellie studied Morgan's face to gauge her reaction. This time it was Morgan's turn to be quiet—and she was for a good long time. Finally, before Morgan could come up was an appropriate response to her mother's revelation, Kellie leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and headed for bed without saying another word. Both women went to bed that night with a lot to think about. But above all, Morgan was thinking that she must have the coolest mother in the world! On Saturday, Morgan and Kellie had some more time alone, while everyone else in the house was watching football. It was Morgan's last day at home, and though she was eager to get back to school to see Amber, she was reminded of why she missed her mom so much. This time Kellie spoke first. "Morgan," she started tentatively, "you know I'm only interested in your happiness." "Sure, Mom. Why?" Now it was Kellie's turn to drop a bombshell. "I was just thinking . . . wondering . . . I mean I'm only interested in what's right for you . . . " "Yeah?" Morgan was getting a little nervous. "What I'm asking is . . . how is the sex between you and Amber? You know, are you fulfilled . . . satisfied? Morgan blushed crimson at the question. She had never been that open with her mom about her sex life. But after recovering from the shock of it and after seeing that her mother really seemed very interested, Morgan decided to tell her. She began slowly, tracing the development of their relationship and how they made love for the first time. How Amber had taken her lovely large breasts and caressed Morgan's with them, their erect nipples making sensuous love to each other. How they pleasured each other with their hands, their fingers, bringing each other to wet, wonderful orgasms that first time together. Then Morgan told how their relationship developed, how the next time they were together, she and Amber gave each other orgasms with their lips and tongues, giving and receiving that beautiful oral pleasure only one woman can give to another. "We just can't seem to keep our hands off each other, Mom. We play behind the bar when no one's looking, then race home and ravish each other," Morgan explained breathlessly. "Sometimes when we get home, we can't even wait to get to my room. One time we made each other cum right there in the hall! Amber actually had me pinned against the wall and fingered me 'til I had the most fantastic orgasm!" Suddenly, Morgan realized that she was going into far too much detail. And when she stopped talking, she became acutely aware of a familiar dampness between her legs. Her nipples were hard and erect, pressing sensitively against the fabric of her bra. "My god," Morgan thought to herself. "I'm actually getting turned on just by talking about this!" She thought about it for another second, and then a very disturbing thought occurred to her. "Or am I really turned on because I'm talking about it with my mother?" Morgan cleared her head a little bit and noticed that she was not the only one who had been turned on by the conversation. Kellie's eyes were half-closed and dreamy. Her lips were slightly parted, and Morgan could make out the outline of her two hard nipples pressing through her natural cup bra into the thin fabric of her white top. Kellie seemed lost in her own thoughts and not even aware that Morgan had stopped talking for nearly a minute. Finally, Morgan broke the silence and apologized for going into so much detail. "It's just that I'm so happy . . . and Amber's so great . . . and things are just really good right now!" "I know, babe. I can tell you care for her very much. And I'm happy that you're so happy." There was a bit of an awkward silence between them, and finally Morgan excused herself and went to bed. But before she went to sleep, she thought a lot about the conversation with her mother—especially about why it turned her on so much. ********* The 250-mile trip back to campus on Sunday seemed to take forever. Morgan was eager to see Amber, to be with her, and especially to tell her about the two talks she'd had with her mother. Their lovemaking was intense, almost urgent that first night back. It was so good to feel the softness of their bodies pressed together again, those special touches that they had come to anticipate, to savor. As they were lying in bed basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, Morgan began to tell Amber about her conversation with her mother. Amber was uncomfortable at first that Morgan and her mother had discussed their relationship. And she was mortified that Morgan had gone into such detail about their sex life! But Amber was fascinated too—partly because she didn't realize mothers and daughters could talk so openly about these kinds of things. And especially because Kellie seemed interested enough to actually ask about their sex life. Now that was really something! As they were talking, Amber told Morgan how great she thought it was that Morgan and Kellie could talk so openly. "Your mom's really cool," Amber said. "No, I take that back, she's hot!" "What do you mean, hot?" Morgan asked. "Well, to start with, she's beautiful like you. She has a wonderful figure, and she looks so young. I'll bet she and your dad have some really hot sex." Morgan had never actually thought in any depth about her parents' sex life. Oh, she knew they had one, and an active one at that, from the sounds that sometimes emanated late at night from behind their bedroom door. But kids have a way of blocking those things out or ignoring them as best they can. But now that Amber mentioned it, yes, they probably did have some hot sex. "Well, here's the real bombshell. Mom told me that she had been with a few girls when she was about my age, too! I couldn't believe it." This time Amber was the one who got silent, trying to picture Kellie Foster with her face buried in the pussy of some unknown girl, those beautiful breasts of hers bared, nipples hard. She decided she liked the picture! Morgan and Amber were both getting turned on again by their conversation and simply by being next to each other there in bed. They were both still wet with perspiration and their own juices from their intense fuck, so they decided a shower would be just what they needed. Together, of course. They took turns soaping each other's backs, delicate fingers gliding over soft wet skin. And, of course, the washing quickly went from hygienic to erotic as Amber's soapy hands reached Morgan's tight, round bottom. Amber took her time, lingering on one smooth cheek, then the other before finally slipping her soapy hand between Morgan's legs and leaving a white trail from her vaginal opening all the way to her tight little rosebud. Turning to face each other, they massaged the bath gel into each other's breasts, paying special attention to their nipples, which had grown sensitive and expectant once again. Morgan loved how she could lift Amber's beautiful full breasts in each hand and literally feel her nipples grow right there in her palm. As the bathroom filled almost completely with the hot steam, Morgan began caressing Amber's nipples softly with her thumbs as she continued to cup those wonderful globes in her palms. She just stopped and admired them for a moment, then leaned closer to Amber. "It turned you on that I told my mom about us, didn't it?" Amber stiffened a little. "Of course not. What are you talking about?" "It made you hot to know that I told her how we make love together, didn't it?" Morgan repeated, as she began to apply a little more pressure on Amber's nipples, holding them firmly between her thumbs and index fingers. Amber moaned softly and shook her head, but her body was betraying her. Her nipples hardened further and her breathing became quick and irregular. Morgan felt the subtle movement of Amber's hips, pressing into her thigh. Taking Amber's hand, Morgan moved it to her own smoothly shaven mound. "Do you like the way that feels, babe?" Amber just moaned again as she savored the feel of Morgan's bare pussy. "Well, Mom told me she shaved hers just like mine." "Mmmmmmm," was all Amber could manage. Morgan traced her hand over Amber's flat belly, now all slick with the soapy suds, and reached her mound. She felt the nectar that had formed again inside Amber's pussy and was beginning to ooze out. Morgan ran her finger along the length of Amber's slit, then slid it effortlessly inside. "You wish it was Kellie's finger inside you right now, don't you?" With that, Amber gave out a low moan from deep in her throat and began to rock her hips back and forth against Morgan's hand. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, the hot spray of the shower caressing her magnificent breasts. Morgan thrust a second finger into Amber's eager opening, then a third. She leaned close to her ear. "This is the way Kellie would fuck you, baby." And with that, Amber's knees bent and she thrust herself down hard on Morgan's fingers, drawing them deep inside her. Morgan began with slow, circular strokes, making sure she caressed every inch of Amber's hot tunnel, especially that wonderful little bundle of nerves on the front wall. Each time her fingers pressed that magic spot, Morgan pressed Amber's swollen clit with her thumb, eliciting little whimpers of desire each time. Amber braced her arms against the walls of the shower and propped one leg on the edge of the tub to open herself more fully to Morgan's invading fingers, which were now fucking Amber with deep in-and-out strokes. She urgently sought to match the rhythm of Morgan's thrusting, and the two of them moved faster and faster together. Amber grabbed one of her own breasts in each hand and began pulling hard on her nipples, then kneading the whole breast furiously. Morgan's other hand went to her own pussy and began urgently rubbing her clit. She had never felt it so hard and erect. Their orgasms overtook them at almost the same instant, and they clung together tightly, holding on to each other and to the glorious sensations for as long as possible. They shivered, they shook and finally, when their legs would support them no more, they collapsed to the floor of the shower, totally out of breath and spent. The two lovers lay there, trance-like, for what could have been minutes or hours with the warm spray pelting down on them. They couldn't be sure of the time, because the sheer intensity of their climax had overridden the part of their brains that deals with mundane things like time and space. The part that controls physical pleasure had taken complete charge of them. Finally, as their faculties slowly started to return, Morgan and Amber looked quizzically at each other. Their expressions asking the same question. "What just happened here?" ******** Three weeks later, finals week was coming to a close, the semester was winding down, and everyone was looking forward to the long winter break. Kellie volunteered to drive up to campus in her SUV to help Morgan move some of her things home that she didn't want to leave in her empty house during the month-long vacation. Morgan's small car simply wouldn't accommodate all the things she wanted to take home with her. By the time Kellie arrived at Morgan's place late Friday afternoon, finals were over, the semester's work done, and everyone was looking forward to a night of celebration before heading home for the extended holiday. Kellie was barely in the door when Morgan and Amber informed her that they and their friends were going out for a few drinks to celebrate—and that included Kellie. "I didn't bring party clothes," Kellie protested. "I came to help you move your things home." "I've got some things you can wear, Mom. And if I don't have anything you like, we'll raid Heather's closet." Heather was Morgan's roommate, who had already left for the holiday. And, sure enough, between Heather's closet and Morgan's, Kellie was soon decked out in a pair of sexy low-cut jeans that showed off her firm, round butt and flat stomach, and a clingy purple pullover that hugged the outline of her full breasts. "You're gonna turn some heads tonight, Mom!" Morgan declared enthusiastically. "You look wonderful," Amber chimed in. "Guys will be asking what your major is and trying to pick you up." Kellie knew Amber was exaggerating—a lot—but she appreciated the compliment from her daughter's beautiful girlfriend. The three of them set off on foot for the Screaming Eagle, one of Morgan and Amber's favorite bars, located just about five minutes from Morgan's place. There they met up with a half-dozen other friends, both boys and girls. It was a typical college hangout. The music was a bit too loud and the tables too close together. But the beer was cold, the dance floor was crowded, and the atmosphere was electric with the kind of sexual energy that only comes from young people eager to find out who will be doing what with whom at the end of the evening. Kellie was quiet at first, but with a little time and a couple of drinks, she began to get into the swing of things. The partiers drank, danced and laughed a lot. It was a really good time. The guys took turns asking Kellie to dance, and she readily agreed. Morgan couldn't get over how young and free her mom looked out there on the floor, moving her sexy body to the beat of the music. After a slow dance with her daughter's special friend, Tom, Kellie came back to the table and whispered to Morgan, "I think he was getting turned on. I could feel him getting hard." Morgan didn't know for sure whether the color in her mom's cheeks came from embarrassment or excitement. A Forbidden Triangle "Of course, Mom, you're sexy. You just don't give yourself enough credit." Before the night was over, Amber and Morgan even pulled Kellie out onto the floor once, and the three of them danced together, swaying sensuously with Kellie between them. They called it an evening fairly early because of the long drive Kellie and Morgan were facing the next day. The three of them said their goodbyes to the rest of the group and made their way back to Morgan's house around midnight. Everyone was relaxed and in a good mood after a delightful time at the club. Morgan opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of them. Kellie and Amber settled in on either end of the living room couch, and Morgan, sat carelessly in the chair opposite, not worrying that her short denim skirt had ridden up well past mid-thigh. They enjoyed that first glass, then another. Before long the bottle sat empty on the coffee table. The women kidded and laughed like three girlfriends, rather than a mother, daughter and friend. Apparently, Amber was feeling the alcohol a little more than the other two. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had the nerve to say what she did. "So, Kellie. Morgan tells me you shaved your pubes." She laughed uproariously. Morgan and Kellie stopped talking and just stared at her, their faces red with embarrassment. Morgan, because Amber had blurted out something she'd shared with her privately. And Kellie for obvious reasons. "I told her no way. Your mom would never do that—even though she is damn sexy." And Amber giggled again, followed by a hiccup. Kellie was beginning to squirm with the embarrassment of the conversation, but Morgan began to enjoy it a little, too. She was in too good a mood to be mad at Amber for blurting it out like that. "Yeah, Mom, I told her what you said, but I'm not sure I believed it, either. That might be too much for Dad. He'd think he'd crawled in bed with a younger woman!" "Hey, I may be 40 but I'm not dead yet," Kellie replied, getting into the teasing a little. "Okay, Mom, there's only one way to settle this," Morgan said as she moved over onto the couch, scooting Kellie over so that she was between Morgan and Amber. "What do you mean?" Kellie asked a little nervously. "She means you'll have to show us your pussy!" howled Amber, punctuating her pronouncement with another hiccup. The room suddenly got very quiet, as Amber's remark began to sink in on everyone. "You've got to be kidding," Kellie said defensively. "See, I told you she didn't really do it," giggled Amber. "Sorry, Mom," Morgan chimed in. "I guess I'm a skeptic, too." "Oh, what the hell," said Kellie, finishing off her remaining half glass of wine in one gulp. And with that, she unsnapped the tight jeans, and slowly lowered the zipper about halfway until her light blue bikini panties were just peeking out. By this time, Morgan and Amber had gotten very quiet again and were both staring at Kellie, wondering how far she might really take this little joke. And Kellie was obviously enjoying herself, feeling as if she had seized the upper hand from these two young upstarts. Watching both girls for their reaction, Kellie hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to slide them lower . . . and lower, until the bulge of her pubic mound came into view. Sure enough, her mound was just as smooth and bare as her daughter's! Kellie stopped just short of her vaginal opening, smiling as she looked at Morgan and Amber to see what they had to say for themselves now. Actually, they had nothing to say, as both girls studied Kellie's mound carefully and quietly. They sat there for a few moments without saying another word, all three suddenly aware of the sexual tension that hung heavy in the room. Kellie stood and began to pull the tight jeans back up, but as if they had prearranged it, Morgan and Amber each reached out a hand and took one of Kellie's in theirs. Kellie opened her mouth to speak, but only a soft sigh came out as the two girls began sliding the jeans farther down instead. There Kellie stood, her jeans around her knees and a wet patch clearly visible on her blue bikini panties. All three women were acutely aware of Kellie's arousal by this time, and Morgan and Amber trained their gaze on the spot, even as it continued to grow larger. By this time, Kellie had regained her composure somewhat. "All right," she declared firmly, "this is enough kidding around for one night. I have to get to bed." She reached down once again for the jeans, which were now around her ankles. But her daughter was too quick for her. Morgan stood up quickly and pushed her mother back down on the couch. And as she did, Morgan's hand made contact with Kellie's breast. In a motion that was a combination of sitting and falling, Morgan and her mother once again ended up seated on the couch. "This really isn't funny any more," Kellie said, her voice a cross between an exclamation and a plea. Kellie tried to get up again, but with her legs stretched out in front and her jeans limiting the movement of her feet, a gentle pressure by Morgan on her chest kept her firmly in place between Morgan and Amber. And as Morgan was applying that gentle pressure, she couldn't help but notice that her mother's nipples had grown very erect under her clingy top and natural cup bra. With Kellie seated again, it was easy for Morgan and Amber to see how wet she had become. The light blue fabric of the panties was soaked and pressed inside her labia so that a clear outline of her pussy was visible. The room was quiet again as Kellie had ceased struggling and Morgan and Amber stared at the evidence Kellie's arousal. Again, as if on cue, the two girls hooked their fingers inside Kellie's waistband and began to slowly slide the panties down. Morgan took another glance at her mother's face and saw by this time, Kellie had laid her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Her mother appeared not only resigned to what was happening but anticipating what might happen next. By now, Kellie had passed the point of caring about what she was doing or how wrong some people might find it. She cared only about how it felt. And to be sitting there on that couch with her jeans around her ankles and her panties wet with desire, felt absolutely amazing. Reflexively, Kellie raised her hips from the couch just enough to allow Morgan and Amber to slip the panties down to join the jeans. Then both girls grabbed the useless clothing in one motion and stripped it from her ankles so Kellie was completely naked from the waist down. Still on either side of her, each girl gently took one of Kellie's knees and pulled it toward them, finally and fully exposing her bare, shaven sex. The aroma of Kellie's arousal drifted to them and each girl savored the familiar scent. Morgan knew it was so like herself, and Amber caught a beautiful whiff of that fragrance she had come to crave in her lover. Morgan gasped softly when she realized that her mother's pussy was so like her own. The gloriously bare mound, the swollen lips--now slightly parted--and the prominent clitoris, already peeking out of its hood. But most of all, it was the nectar—those juices that were oozing from Kellie's sex, trickling into the crease of her firm bottom and pooling on the couch. Morgan had always known that she produced an extreme amount of lubrication of her own when she was aroused. Now she knew why. Amber may have been having some of the same thoughts about the similarity between Kellie's and her lover's pussies. Whatever her thoughts, she was absolutely mesmerized by the sight of it and seemed almost frozen in place as she gazed on this incredible sight. Morgan leaned across her mother until her face was very close to Amber's, and whispered, "Touch her . . . please touch her." Morgan's words seemed to wake Amber from her trance and she began to slide a trembling hand along the inside of Kellie's thigh. As she almost reached her wet opening, Amber lightly lifted her hand and traced it over the curve of Kellie's smooth mound down the other thigh almost to her knee. At Amber's first touch, Kellie gave out a low moan and grabbed Morgan's hand, which was still resting lightly on her mother's chest. Kellie pulled it tightly to her and began using her daughter's hand to caress and massage her own breast. She guided the hand from one breast to the other as if to encourage Morgan to take up the caresses on her own. And Morgan was only to happy to oblige. Taking over for her mother, Morgan began moving her own hand, caressing Kellie's breasts each in turn, gently at first and finally more vigorously. Her hands were still on the outside of Kellie's top, but the erect state of her nipples was apparent. Kellie allowed her arms to drop limply at her side to rest on the couch, signaling her complete surrender to Morgan and Amber. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed. Her breaths were coming faster now as she panted through parted lips. Morgan glanced down again just in time to see Amber make one more trip with her hand, from the top of Kellie's knee, along the inside of her thighs, which were now coated with her juices. Only this time, as her hand neared Kellie's puffy outer lips, she didn't retreat. Instead, Amber took the tip of her index finger and tentatively traced it along the length of Kellie's crease, almost as if she was afraid to touch her more firmly. At the first touch, Kellie tensed and cried out as if she'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. Amber moved her finger up and down the swollen lips slowly, over and over, each time sliding the tip just a little deeper inside. Finally, her finger disappeared completely as Kellie thrust her hips upward with a soft moan and invited it fully inside. This incredible sight—her lover's finger buried deeply in her mother—caused Morgan to discard her few remaining inhibitions. She slid both hands underneath Kellie's top and in one motion pushed the cups of her bra upward to reveal her mother's heaving breasts. Not taking her eyes off Amber, Morgan grabbed one of Kellie's breasts in each hand and began to massage slowly, sensuously, as she rolled the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. Occasionally, she'd pause and pinch the sensitive little buds firmly until Kellie's forehead creased and she bit her lip from the combination of pleasure and pain. But it was Amber who had definitely taken charge of administering the pleasure. By now she had buried two fingers and was moving them in and out slowly as she flicked Kellie's clit with her thumb with each insertion. Her hand and wrist were slick and shiny with Kellie's juices. "Oh fuuuuuuckkkk!" Morgan jumped at the sound, unaccustomed to hearing her mother demanding pleasure like that. "Faster . . . oh . . . god . . . do it . . . faster." And Amber happily complied. She began thrusting her fingers faster and faster, while Morgan tried to keep pace pinching and squeezing Kellie's breasts and nipples. Morgan could see her mother's skin begin to flush pink along her neck and down across her chest. Kellie's hips began to buck up and down on the couch as she tried to match Amber's rhythm, her pussy rising upward to meet each thrust. Beads of sweat were popping out on Kellie's face and she bit her lip hard through bared teeth. Suddenly, Kellie was completely still, holding her breath, perhaps unable to breathe at all. Then it hit her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuckkkkkkk," she screamed as her orgasm overtook her. Her stomach muscles tensed, her breaths came in short bursts as wave after wave of pleasure and release rose and fell, then rose again. At that moment, nothing mattered to Kellie. Not her husband. Not society's conventions. Not even the fact that her daughter was eagerly and expertly pleasuring her breasts. The only thing in her life at that moment was that wonderful release she had been craving and was now savoring. Morgan and Amber were stunned by the violence of the orgasm. They stared at her as her body convulsed and watched as Kellie grabbed Amber's hand, which had been so expertly pleasuring her pussy. She held the hand firmly in place while her spasms continued, one tumbling over another. She clenched her thighs tightly together as if to milk the last little bit of sensation out of this erotic experience. Finally, Kellie's body relaxed and she released Amber's fingers, revealing the remarkable volume of cum that she had expelled during her massive orgasm. Amber and Morgan were both startled by the sight of Amber's dripping fingers, but before they had the chance to react, Kellie grasped Amber's hand firmly in both of hers and brought it to her lips, sensuously licking and sucking the two invading fingers. It flashed through Morgan's mind that this is an experience her father had surely often enjoyed--only with another part of his anatomy. The thought reminded her how perverted some people would view this situation. But the intensity of Morgan's arousal quickly overwhelmed any feelings of guilt or shame. And apparently Amber and Kellie were having no such thoughts, as Kellie maintained her grip on Amber's hand as she stood up from the couch and pulled the younger girl to her feet to join her. Morgan maintained her seated position and watched the two beautiful women standing above her, now apparently oblivious to her presence. Still naked from the waist down and with her top and bra bunched above her breasts, Kellie put one hand on either side of Amber's face and pulled her close. Kellie's tongue snaked out from between her full lips and traced an outline around Amber's. Morgan knew how Amber loved to be kissed—slowly, deeply, sensuously. And she could see her lover begin to melt under the intimate touch of her mother. And this particular kiss was like no other—it was most surely enhanced by the delicious taste of Kellie's sex, which she had personally sucked from Amber's fingers only moments ago. Morgan shivered at the thought, and for the first time, felt the slightest tinge of jealousy that Amber was sharing this particular intimacy with her mother. Kellie's tongue invaded Amber's mouth, licking across her beautiful white teeth as it entered. And it was clear to Morgan that Amber was eagerly kissing back, her own tongue moving against Kellie's in a most erotic dance. After what seemed like an eternity of warm, wet kisses, Kellie leaned her head back, just far enough to disengage from Amber's open mouth and whispered, "Now it's your turn, baby." And with that, Morgan watched Kellie slowly remove her lover's clothing, piece by agonizing piece, until Amber stood totally exposed with her things lying in a pile at her feet. Then, without a word being spoken, Amber reached out and lifted Kellie's knit top and bra over her head, leaving the two women standing naked only inches apart. Morgan was transfixed as Kellie gently pushed Amber backward into a sitting position on the couch and knelt at her feet. Kellie ran her hands slowly from Amber's feet, along her calves, then finally to her knees, where she pushed the younger girl's legs apart to reveal her sex. Morgan could read the desire on her mother's face as Kellie saw Amber's beautiful pussy for the first time. Morgan knew that secret place so well—the perfectly formed lips, the little "dorito" of hair decorating her smooth mound, and of course, that wonderfully sensitive clit that by now was surely begging to be licked and touched. Although she could not see from her vantage point, Morgan could imagine the pool of milky nectar that had already collected along Amber's pink inner folds. The two women were so focused on one another that Morgan felt almost invisible. But rather than feeling left out, Morgan felt the freedom to enjoy this erotic interlude between her mother and her lover. Careful not to disturb the magic that was happening next to her, Morgan quietly unfastened her short skirt and slid it over her hips and down to her ankles, making sure that her lacy black thong, already saturated with her desire, quickly followed. Morgan's movements didn't seem to distract Amber and her mother at all, as Kellie began to slowly slide her hands from Amber's knees, upwards along the insides of her now-parted thighs. Amber's head was thrown back against the couch and her eyes clamped tightly shut, as if she was anticipating something that she both feared and desired. As Kellie's hands reached those sensual creases on either side of Amber's mound, right where her legs join her torso, Amber thrust her hips upward, as if trying to guide Kellie's fingers to her target. Amber's rapid breathing suddenly stopped completely as she anticipated this electric touch. But she was disappointed, as Kellie slid her hands higher still, along Amber's flat tummy and up toward her beautiful soft globes. Amber whimpered with disappointment as she felt Kellie's hands bypass her needy sex. But her disappointment turned to even more intense arousal as Kellie grasped a luscious breast in each hand and began to caress them—softly at first, but soon with vigor. Morgan had always marveled at the size of Amber's nipples when she became aroused. But she had never seen them as they were tonight. They stood out long and erect—a bright pink with the pleasure that Kellie had created in them. "Ummmmm," was all Amber could manage as Kellie lifted each breast ever-so-gently to caress the sensitive underside. Kellie began to move upward, her tongue leaving a wet trail along Amber's belly until her mouth reached its targets. She took one engorged nipple, then the other into her mouth and suckled, laying her cheek along Amber's stomach as she did. Not taking her eyes off Kellie and Amber, Morgan lifted her shirt and began to caress her own breasts through her black lacy bra. She could feel her nipples, hard and erect like Amber's, and she craved the feel of her mother's mouth there, as well. But Kellie was occupied elsewhere, and Morgan had to be content to pinch and pull the swollen buds, creating her own delicious mixture of arousal and pain. Lost for a moment in her own pleasure, Morgan was startled by a sound from Amber—at least she thought it was Amber. But it was unlike anything she had heard from her lover before—sort of a whimpering question. Morgan glanced over and saw that Kellie had removed her mouth from Amber's breasts and was on her knees, leaning back, simply admiring this voluptuous young woman. But Amber craved the physical contact and slowly opened her eyes to see what had happened to those wonderful sensations she was so enjoying. What she saw was Kellie looking back at her, and their eyes locked together. "Do you really want this, baby?" Kellie asked softly. And Morgan was stunned by what happened next. The usually-reserved Amber slid her hands down and brought them to rest on either side of her beautifully swollen lips. She then applied outward pressure with each hand and sensuously parted her wet crease, displaying her pink inner folds for Kellie. Amber looked deeply into Kellie's eyes and said one word. "Pleeeeeeease." But that one word said everything, and it sounded as if it came from her very core. Morgan watched as her mother moved her face close to Amber's waiting sex, which was still spread wide by her lover's fingers. Kellie slowly began to lick the inside of Amber's lips up from the bottom of her opening, across and then down the other side. She repeated the sensuous route over and over, stopping each time at the top to flick Amber's swollen clitoris with her tongue. It was apparent to Morgan, that this was not the first time her mother had made love to a woman! Almost unconsciously, Morgan began to trace the same path along her pussy with her finger as her other hand parted her slit wide like Amber's. And each time she passed over her hard clit, she paused to stimulate the little bud by squeezing it between two fingers. Without realizing it, Morgan was stimulating herself with the same rhythm, the same intimate caresses that her lover was enjoying from Kellie. If only it had been a tongue, rather than merely a finger! A Forbidden Triangle "Aaaaaaaaah." It was Amber again, as Kellie slid two fingers easily inside her slick tunnel. Morgan followed suit immediately, continuing to imitate her mother's expert movements. Kellie attacked Amber's clit with her tongue, even as her fingers moved in and out with increasing speed. Morgan matched the movements as best she could, using two fingers from one hand to circle her clit rapidly as she fucked herself with the other. Hips thrusting upward . . . Amber's . . . . Morgan's, each begging to be filled more completely, to be fucked harder. Kellie happily obliged and her hands were nearly a blur as she pumped them in and out of Amber, and Morgan matched her stroke for stroke. "Fuuuuuuuuck ............!" Amber cried out, as she grabbed her own tits and began pulling hard on the nipples. Morgan could tell from the familiar signs that Amber was right on the verge. So, in fact, was Morgan, who was pumping her own pussy faster and faster trying to keep pace. Suddenly, Morgan felt a sensation high up on her inner thigh, very near her now-dripping opening. She opened her eyes and looked down to see Kellie's—her mother's—hand lightly caressing the sensitive flesh. She knew the hand was close enough to feel the heat that was radiating from her cunt and probably close enough to feel the nectar that had poured from her. That single touch—or perhaps simply the thought of it—was all it took to send Morgan plummeting over the edge into a crashing orgasm. The waves, the pulsing, the electric sensations took her all at once and just held her in their grip. Wave after delicious wave pounded her. Tears began to pour from her eyes, signaling the sheer, primal release she felt. "Ooooooooohhhh fuuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeee!" It was Amber, experiencing her own ecstasy, as Kellie trapped Amber's clit tightly between her teeth and curled the two invading fingers to press firmly on her g-spot. Amber was practically levitating from the couch in her need to feel Kellie deeper inside her. By now Morgan was well past her peak and able to watch as her mother brought Amber over the edge of the same cliff that Morgan had fallen from only moments ago. Amber's face was covered with beads of perspiration and her chest flushed red. She clawed at her own breasts, even as she reflexively thrust herself toward Kellie's skilled fingers time after luscious time. And suddenly, it was over. The three women lay spent where they had finished. Morgan and Amber side by side on the couch, legs spread wide and outstretched, heads thrown back with sheer exhaustion and satisfaction. And Kellie—lying there prone between Amber's outstretched legs, clearly unashamed of her nakedness or of anything that had transpired that night. Simply . . . satisfied. Without saying a word, Morgan rose from the couch, kicked her skirt and thong from around her ankles, and walked softly into her bedroom. She returned with an extra pillow, which she lovingly tucked under Kellie's head there on the floor. Her mother was obviously too exhausted to even move, and Morgan was certainly in no shape to try to move her. She covered her mother with a blanket and tucked it snugly around her shoulders and chin. Then she took Amber by the hand and helped her dazed lover from the couch and led her toward the bedroom. The two collapsed into an exhausted embrace on Morgan's bed, where they had shared so many intimate moments. But things seemed somehow different now. Not better. Not worse. Just different. As their bodies molded together, skin to skin, they could feel the dampness from their exertion, their arousal. The sweet aroma of feminine sex caressed their nostrils. The last thing Morgan remembered before drifting off was taking Amber's two fingers into her mouth, licking, sucking . . . hoping that just one small taste of her mother still clung to them.