8 comments/ 116905 views/ 6 favorites A Letter To Annie By: ptlovesit My friend Annie has been involved with family love for a long time and when I expressed feelings I began having about my 23 year old daughter, she offered some suggestions on how to proceed. The following is a letter I wrote to Annie. I followed her suggestions and it was the beginning of one of the most erotic times of my life. Dear Annie, Yesterday may have been the most intensely sexual day of my life. I went to sleep and woke up thinking of the events of the night before when I had experienced sexual feelings I never knew existed during the teasing intimate moments with my daughter. Those thoughts had prevailed as I made love to my husband and produced the most intense orgasms of my life. I've never been a "screamer" in bed, more of a heavy, quiet moaner followed by a shuddering of my body as the waves of passion came over me. As Paul buried his tongue into my throbbing, wet pussy, I was thinking it was Melanie devouring me. My normal quiet moaning became heavier and heavier and when his hot tongue enflamed my swollen clit I exploded and my moans became screams that the neighbors could of heard. My legs clamped around his head and I pushed him deeper and deeper into my pussy with my hands, bucking my hips as my body continued to shudder, as it never had before. I almost passed out the pleasure was so intense. Finally I pulled him up and kissed him hard and tasted my sweet juices that had drenched his face. I rolled him over on his back, straddled him and in one motion buried his cock all the way into my pussy. I thought I was going to cum again right then but I started to ride him like the crazed bitch I was while he played with my tits and squeezed my hard nipples and the orgasms started again and again and again accompanied by shrieks I couldn't believe were coming out of me. I don't how many times I came over his hot cock before I rolled off and got on my hands and knees and literally screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me like the bitch I am." Paul had never said a word during all of this and got behind me and slammed his cock into me in one motion. I screamed again and started pushing back trying to get him deeper. He began to pound me and I kept screaming, "fuck me, baby, please fuck me..." over and over. I guess it was like an out of body experience or something as I was totally lost into the sensations gripping me, my mind totally absorbed into savoring what was happening. My pussy was so wet you could hear him slamming me time after time after time. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and pulled himself in even deeper. I could feel him swelling inside of me and he just kept getting bigger and bigger. He finally exploded inside of me and when I felt his hot juices spraying inside of my pussy I started to cum again and again. We collapsed together and just lay there, not saying a word, trying to catch our breath. We laid there for a long time in silence, our labored breathing the only sound in the room. Paul finally rolled over on his back and said, "Honey, I don't know what got into you or what I did, but that was beyond belief." I rolled over to face him and just said, "Maybe I am entering a new phase of my sexuality." I was but he didn't know what it was. We kissed and held each other and fell asleep holding each other, my mind replaying the tapes of the last few hours of raw lust before it went black. I woke up a little later and came and got on the computer and sent you the email and chatted for you. I then went back to bed and the tapes started playing again and I was soon sleeping the sleep of a totally satisfied woman. Paul was in the shower when I came to Friday morning and had left a cup of coffee on my nightstand for me. As the deep sleep left me, my mind instantly returned to the night before when Mel and I had been naked together in this same room at the foot of this same bed and I had touched her and the feelings washed over me again. The sheets under me were still wet from the night before. My hand crept down to my pussy as I sipped my coffee and I was amazed to find I was still wet. I closed my eyes and replayed the night before and it was all I could do to keep from masturbating right then and there. I came out of my trance when Paul came out of the bathroom. He stood over me and looked at my naked body. I didn't know what his thoughts were but being with him for 18 years I knew his lust was there and his lovely cock was getting hard in front of my eyes just looking at me laying there naked with my hand on top of my pussy. "You need more," he asked looking at where my hand was. I shook my head and said, "No baby, just thinking about last night." He didn't know what part of last night I was really thinking about, but it satisfied him and he got dressed and prepared to leave for his overnight trip.. As I lay there drinking coffee and he got ready to go to leave there was very little conversation. My mind was reeling going back in forth from thoughts of the night before and plans for the day and night ahead and the seduction of my sweet, beautiful daughter. I had originally planned to do a few work related things and pretty much be free from about noon to prepare for the evening ahead. After Paul left I changed the sheets on the bed and debated which set to put on, finally deciding on a set of black satin sheets and pillowcases. You could smell the sex from the night before in the room and I left it that way. I dug through our collection of video tapes and pulled out my favorite girl/girl and an amateur tape some friends of ours in Michigan had made one night that Paul had played a small role and told myself to get a first run movie and look for other girl/girl action at the video store later in the day. I took a long, hot shower taking longer than usual to shave my legs and trim my pussy. I resisted again using my fingers to take me to utopia again. My whole body was warm inside and out and my pussy was staying so wet. I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror before dressing and even I could see the glow. I picked a short (not too short, but short) gray skirt and a black silk shell and cardigan sweater set, my black knee high boots to wear out in the business world. I wanted to feel sexy all day, so I decided to wear a garter with black hose and no panties or bra for the day...something I never, ever do. Looking at the final product I was ready to get the work the hell out of the way and get working on what was really important...making every thing perfect for the night ahead! Then the phone rang. It was my customers and he wanted to see me at 2PM. If you have a job like I have when the buyer says they want to see you, it's more like, "you will be here or else." I hung up the phone and let out a string of obscenities that would surprise a lot of people and quickly reworked my day in my head. I raced through the work I had planned and flew down the road to an adult toy store there. I bought a new dildo and vibrator for Mel. I have my own toys, including a large dildo, but I wanted her to have her own. My present to her. I also bought a two-headed dildo. I have one, but I wanted this one to be special for her and I. I just hoped we got that far. With my goodies stashed in the trunk I headed to my meeting with a few minutes to spare. The meeting with my buyer lasted longer than I expected and it was 4 PM when I got back to the car with runs to the liquor, grocery and video stores still on the list of things to do. I was kicking myself for not stopping at the liquor store earlier, but my mind had been on thoughts of the toys in the trunk and Mel and not getting wine. There were 3 messages on my cell phone. Two were routine and could wait until Monday. The third sent me into a panic. It was from Paul saying he was going to be able to get finished with his work out of town sooner than expected and was going to try and get home before the snow started falling. I frantically called his cell phone, desperate to catch him before he started headinghome. As much as I love him, this was a night I needed for just Mel and me under any circumstances. I held my breath as the phone starting ringing. "Hey hon," he answered. "You get my message. I should be out of here by 6 or so and be home by 9." My mind raced. Do I tell him the truth or lie or what the hell do I do? Finally I took a deep breath, "I really don't want you to risk it baby. Why don't you stay there? Call some of our friends down there and see what they have going. Let this snow pass and come on home tomorrow as planned." He protested but I was strong, but sweet, in telling him to stay there. In passing, I reminded him Mel was coming over and that I would be fine. He was weakening but then said, "But I don't have any of the phone numbers and I hate to call and just invite myself over." Sheer panic. I had won, but was getting ready to lose. "I've got the numbers," I almost screamed. "Let me make some calls and I will call you back." He agreed but said if I didn't back to him soon he'd head home. My mind was racing as I drove to the liquor store, about 15 minutes, trying to figure out who in the hell I could call and say please take my husband and don't let him come home tonight under any circumstances. I was flipping through my address book and driving and ruling out people since I didn't have any work phone numbers. I couldn't get him to wait until people got home from work and it was pushing 4:30. We don't know that many people down there and only partied with a few. We had met some at a party not long ago but hadn't played with them. It finally came down to two couples we had not played with. They were the only ones I had work numbers for. My hands were trembling and my heart was racing as I dialed Ruth at work. We'd met her and her husband Jerry and they seemed nice and we had a lot in common and had talked about getting together just the four of us after the holidays. I would swear I could hear my heart pounding when Ruth answered the phone. She remembered me and we chitchatted for a minute or so. I finally asked what she and Jerry were doing tonight. My heart sank when she told me that he was gone for the weekend duck hunting and she planned on doing some decorating around the house. Shit! She asked if we were in town and I proceeded to tell her that only Paul was there and he was thinking about driving home late, but I didn't really want him to so late and that I'd thought maybe she, Jerry and Paul could have dinner and get to know each other better and make plans for us all getting together after the holidays, but since Jerry was gone.......There was a silence that was deafening and seemed to last forever. Finally she said, "Well, some friends are having a house party tonight with like eight or nine couples and we were going to go until my asshole husband decided he would rather go duck hunting...would you mine if I took Paul with me...I hate to go as a single in situations like this...." I told her that was not a problem and thought Paul would enjoy that. She said, "Patty you know this is a.... well, it's a group of people we play with and well...there will be a lot of sex ....and...well, you won't be here and all..." I almost laughed and said, "Ruth, honey, it's fine if you fuck him or he fucks the whole damn bunch...I love knowing he's fucking other woman...the only thing I ask is that you tell me all about it afterward...what about your husband?" "Fuck him," she said. "The asshole should have stayed home.... if he doesn't like it he can satisfy that pencil dick of his himself...." I laughed again and told her I would have Paul call her in a few minutes. We exchanged a few pleasantries and were about to hang up when she said, "Patty, you sure you are OK with this....I mean, I really thought he was hot when we met and thought about how I'd love to fuck him..." I told her, "Honest Ruth, you're doing me a favor...enjoy him, please, but you've got to give me all the girl/girl details later..." Even though my mind was on Mel and me, my voyeur (or is it female cuckold?) instinct was taking over and I was beginning to think about Paul and this lovely lady. We said our goodbyes and I immediately called Paul. He remembered Ruth and Jerry so I filled him in on what was going on and what Ruth and I had discussed. "I don't know honey, after last night I really just want to get back home to you," he said. The panic was back. I told him I really didn't want him to drive home with the weather and that Ruth would be disappointed if he didn't call her. Finally I said, "Honey, Mel and I really need some time alone together as well and we don't get this opportunity very often." It was the truth, but not the whole truth. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Give me Ruth's phone number. I guess it's OK. I may not be much after the fucking you gave me last night." I told him how much I loved him and we said goodbye. I began to breathe again and went into the liquor store. I found the wine I was looking for and headed home with all my thoughts on the night ahead. By this time it was after 5 and Mel was due about 6. The stress was getting to me as I still had the grocery store and video store to stop at, get home get a fire started and start the meal before she got there. It wasn't going to all happen, but it had to if this night was going to be how I had planned. My cell phone rang and I went into a frenzy again when I saw it was Mel calling. She said she was running a little late and she had to go by her place to get something to sleep in and clothes for Saturday and it'd probably be 6:30 before she got to our house. I told her I was running late too and why. She said to forget the dinner, we'd just order some pizza for delivery. We went back and forth about that for a moment and I finally said yes. We were about to hang up when I told her, "Honey, just come to our house, we'll find something of mine you can sleep in and I am sure I have a pair of jeans and sweatshirt you can wear home tomorrow. These streets are getting nuts with the drivers and I just want you off of them as soon as possible." She kind of giggled and said OK. What I wanted her to sleep in was my arms and since we were the same size (except in the tits) clothes for Saturday weren't a problem. I made my final stop at the video store, grabbed the movie Chicago, said screw the girl/girl video, I had enough already and headed home just about 6. I grabbed some wood off the patio and started the fire, turned on the stereo, poured a huge glass of wine and was just sitting down when I remembered Mel's presents in the trunk. I brought them in the house, opened them and put them in my nightstand drawer. I had set back down on the couch for just a minute or two when Mel pulled in the driveway. I met her at the front door and greeted her with a big kiss on the lips. She smiled and we walked into the kitchen to get her some wine. I looked at her and she looked even more beautiful than normal. She had on a tartan plaid skirt, boots and a scoop neck sweater showing a lot of her cleavage. I teased her about wearing that sweater to work and she kind of blushed and said, "we had a client coming in today and I wanted to impress him." I assured her she had and we laughed again. We returned to the couch and sat down. In my haste I forgotten to turn on any lights and the living room was dark save for the fireplace. I mentioned turning on the lights and she said forget it saying, " This is kind of nice." We sat on the couch sipping wine, listening to a great oldies station and watching the fire for a few moments and chitchatted about our days, laughing and just being friends. I took my boots off and turned toward her on the couch sitting with my legs apart and the shirt riding higher and higher on my tights. She did the same. She never wears hose (hates them) and I could see her tan legs in the darkness. She got up and lit a few candles around the room and came back. We talked a little longer and then I caught her looking at my spread legs. "Mama, do you have any panties on?" I blushed and told her no. "Mama, you're bad." I just smiled. Her skirt was riding up her thighs and I caught a glimpse of her panties covering her mound and my heart skipped a beat. She kept rubbing her shoulder saying it had been bothering her. I thought about suggesting the hot tub on the patio but it was cold and misty so I figured it was time for your shower idea. We have a large stand-alone shower and she had used the massage showerhead before on her shoulder. "I need to take a hot shower and change clothes," I said. "Why don't' we take one together and I can use the massager on your shoulder?" I held my breath. This was the moment of truth. If she said no to the shower I didn't know what I'd do. My heart was pounding. She kind of blushed a little and said, "Why not." I began to breathe again. We refilled our glasses and went to the bedroom to undress. I lit some candles since it was pitch black in there. I helped her out of her tight sweater and once again was stunned by the beauty she was. She wiggled out of her skirt and took off her bra and stood there in front of me with those luscious tits and her nipples hard. She looked at me and said, "Well, are you going to stand there all night while I freeze." We laughed and I took off my sweater and dropped my skirt, left with only the garter and hose. "Mama, that is hot...I didn't know you dressed like that," she said as she stared at me. I think I blushed and finished undressing. I hugged her before we went into the bathroom and kissed her, a deep French kiss this time and let my tongue explore, our bodies rubbing against each other. She was breathing heavy when we broke the kiss and I led her by the hand to the bathroom. We got into the shower and I kept the water real hot. I used the massager on her shoulder and then washed her back for her. I had her turn around and I slowly began to wash her front. I lathered up my hands and began to wash and massage her breasts slowly, playing with her nipples. She leaned back against the shower wall and closed her eyes. I could hear her moaning which made me squeeze her nipples harder. I let the water wash her off and took one then the other tit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her nipples and biting them lightly with my teeth. Her moaning increased. She tried to talk but I wouldn't let her and kissed her hard again while playing with her now rock hard nipples. I stopped and slowly gave her butterfly kisses starting at her neck and going down to her breast where I sucked and nibbled some more and then started down her stomach. I was on my knees and started giving her butterfly kisses around her pussy. I spread her legs apart and slowly slid a finger into her tight little slit. She groaned loudly when I put a second finger in her and starting moving them slowly in and out of her wet pussy. I looked up and she was looking down while I finger fucked her, her eyes glazed over and moaning with an open mouth. I spread her legs a little further apart and started to flick her with my tongue. She audibly gasped and my tongue worked harder. It was hard to do in that position, but I got a taste of her sweet juices for the first time and it was sweeter than any pussy I had ever had before...and there have been a lot of them. I couldn't have her the way I wanted in that position so I stopped and slid up her body and kissed her hard again so she could taste her own juices. She opened her eyes and said, "My turn." Taking the lead from how I had washed her, she scrubbed my back with a sponge and then turned me around to face her. This time she stared in my eyes for a long time and then kissed me, her tongue being the aggressor. She lathered up her hands and started to wash my sensitive tits slowly. You could tell she was a little tentative and I said, "Just squeeze them baby like you would yours." She took the lead and started tweaking my now hard nipples. My tits are so sensitive I can't normally stand it for anyone to touch them unless they are stimulating my pussy as well. But this was different. This time I leaned back and stared at my daughter as she played with her mom's tits. I could feel the wetness in my pussy. "Suck them baby, suck mama's tits, please" I moaned and she led the shower wash off the soap and attacked them like she'd been sucking tits all her life. I was squirming and moaning, going nuts and I finally had to pull her up saying, "I can't take any more, baby, I am so sensitive and you sucked my tits so good." A Letter to Annie: The Prequel (Author's Note: A Letter to Annie produced many requests for the prequel, the night that led to the seduction of my daughter. It all started with internet chats with my friend Annie, a lady who had experience in family love. I had discovered my bisexual side shortly after the birth of my daughter and my husband and I have been active in the swing lifestyle for many years. However, as time passed my desires had changed where I only wanted my husband and other women. My desire for my daughter had first surfaced when she was in high school, but I had stuffed the feelings due to the stigma of the big "I" word. As she turned into a woman, I could resist those desires no more. Annie was the first person I had ever expressed those desires to. I wanted my daughter, but was scare and didn't know where to start. Annie suggested I ask her to help me with a breast exam. The following is the letter to Annie after I had followed her suggestion the first night.) Dear Annie, You are such a special friend, and so right on about the feelings about my daughter and I and how I might let those feelings surface. I called Melanie at work today and ask her if she could come by after work today to help me with a "breast exam" and she agreed innocently. My motives, as you know were anything but innocent. Before Melanie came over tonight, I showered and cleaned up, trimmed my pussy and put on nothing but a sheer pair of black panties (I mean these things leave nothing to the imagination, you can see it all) and a robe. When she got here about 5:30 I had a fire going and fixed us a glass of wine (I'd already had a couple I was so wound up). We sat on the couch and drank the wine and I made sure I sat where the robe opened to reveal almost every thing. I thought I caught her looking at my semi-exposed breasts a couple of times. We finished the wine and she said she needed to get going so she could do some Christmas shopping. I fixed us another glass and we went into the bedroom for the "examination." When we got into the bedroom, I was so excited; I just dropped my robe on the floor and was stand there with nothing but the black panties on before she knew what was happening. She was a little shocked to see her mother standing there, nipples standing straight out from the cold (yeah right) and panties that you could see right through. "Geez Mom, where did you get those panties," she asked as she stared directly at my pussy. I told her my husband (her stepfather) had bought them for me and asked if she liked them. When she said she did, I stripped them off, handed the next to nothing piece of lace to her and said, "here, you can have them, he bought me three pair." Her eyes got really big then. I just hoped she couldn't see how wet my pussy was and that my hands were shaking. I told her since we were going to do my breasts, we should exam hers as well and that she needed to get undressed. Mel is a full 36C, natural. I am a 34B, barely. When she was standing there with just her panties and bra on I could feel my knees getting weak. When she shed the bra and panties and was standing less than 2 feet from me, my eyes must have bulged. I know I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I was also amazed that her sweet pussy was almost shaved clean. I said, I didn't know she shaved her pussy and she blushed and said she'd shaved it when she went to Cancun on vacation in early November and didn't want to worry about it wearing a bikini. She also said she had a spot around her "vagina" that was irritated and asked if I would take a look and see if it was anything to worry about. That had my mouth watering. Anyhow, I started squeezing my breasts and watched her eyes, looking for a reaction. After a minute or so, I grabbed her hand and said, "here honey, do you feel something funny right there. She squeezed as instructed and it took my breath away. It startled her and she jerked her hand back like it had touched a hot fire (which it had). I said, "Oh your hand was just a little cold, please put it back, in fact squeeze both of them to compare." She did and I closed my eyes and was trembling inside. She stopped way too soon, but I didn't want to push it. Then it was my turn. I took a big gulp of wine and grabbed both of her big tits and started to squeeze. I wanted to lean over and start sucking her hard nipples so bad I could taste them, but controlled myself. I squeezed and fondled a lot longer than she did. She had her eyes closed, I am not sure why, but I am sure hoping it was for the same reason mine were. I finally stopped after about a minute or so. I got down on my knees where I was looking straight at her pussy and asked her to show me the spot she was talking about. It was just above the top of her sweet gash and was just an ingrown hair. I told her that and said, "here mommy will kiss it and make it all better". I could feel her tighten up when my tongue went across her pubic area. She said OK and reached down to pull me up and when she did I made sure by tits brushed hers and my hand grazed her pussy We sat down on the bed naked and sipped our wine. I put arms around her and squeezed her tight with my tits firm against her and told her I loved her like I do every time I see or talk to her and released her and went back to the wine. She asked me if she could ask a personal question and I said sure. "Is Paul (her step-dad/my husband) as hot in bed as he looks ...he, he...I can always tell after you two have made love." I was actually shocked she asked that, but said, "Honey he is the best there is." She blushed and said, "I figured. All of the guys I fuck leave me wanting and they're done. I can tell by looking at you, that never happens with Paul." "Never, sweetie, never once," I replied. "He loves pleasing me and I love pleasing him. We're only thinking of each other's pleasure when we're making love and as a result it is the best there is." I told her I wished she could have him to see what a "real man" was like. She didn't say anything more and we sat there on the bed for a few moments in hugging in silence. Finally she stood up and said she had to go. I stood up and hugged her so our bodies were rubbing together and I let my pussy grind on hers for a second. She didn't recoil until I let out a big sigh (damn it). As I watched her getting dressed I couldn't take my eyes off of her beautiful tits just hanging there. She was getting ready to put her bra on and I stopped her, "honey, go braless with that sweater on, your breasts are too beautiful to be hidden and pinned up like that". I was smiling and she dropped her bra on the bed and pulled on her sweater. I was right in my thinking since her hard nipples could be protruding beneath the soft cotton. I slipped my robe back on, but didn't tie it, leaving my body exposed to her. We were at the door and I had a thought. I told her Paul was going to be out of town tomorrow night (and maybe longer after the weather report I saw tonight) so why didn't we just have a "slumber" party, just her and me. I said I'd fixed her favorite meal, we could drink wine, sit in front of the fireplace and watch movies or listen to music and then she could sleep in my bed like she did when she was a little girl. "That will be great Mom. We don't ever get to spend that much time together. I will come right after work." I gave her another big hug, kissed her hard on the lips and she left. Annie, I reached down and my pussy was drenched. I mean it was like someone had been eating me for an hour. I went into the bedroom, laid on the bed and masturbated and climaxed with a roar only the dog heard. Paul came in tonight and the fire was going, I was still wearing just the robe. He said he was worried about the bad weather headed our way, but he had to make his trip tomorrow no matter what since he was trying to close a big deal with his largest client. I wanted to tell him about my experience with Mel but didn't. I don't think it would put him in a total state of shock, but really nothing happened...YET. I told him Mel was going to come over and spend the night tomorrow night and he said that would be great and we left it at that, It's not about 11:45 and he's in bed asleep, after getting a sleeping pill (ME). Annie you are such a special friend. I would have never come up with an idea of how to get Melanie naked and started seducing her, even though I wanted to so bad. Your idea was so simples, and it's worked to perfection so far. I will let you know the outcome. A Letter To Annie Mel didn't say a word and dropped to her knees and spread my legs wide. She slid her fingers up and down my crack for a second and then very tentatively started putting a finger in my pussy. I gasped when she finally pushed her finger all the way in me and she pulled it out quickly thinking she had hurt me. I said, "Don't stop baby, don't stop, I love it." She put her finger back in and then two and copied what I did to her, sliding them in and out slowly than faster and faster. I thought I was going to cum right then. The combination of the hot shower and her finger fucking me was almost too much and I got light headed for a second and then she stopped. She looked up at me looking down on her and smiled and then she spread my pussy lips apart and start licking me like it was an ice cream cone. This time I screamed but she didn't stop. She kept at it for a while and I had to pull her head up. I stood there panting for breath and holding her and finally said, "Let's go to the bedroom and make love like women are supposed to." We toweled each other off and giggled. We went back into the candle lit bedroom and I turned on the radio and pulled the bed covers back unveiling the black satin sheets. She looked at me and said, "Black satin, Mom, when do you use these." I smiled a shit-eating grin and said, "Only on special occasions." We lay down and began to hug and kiss and our hands ran over each other's bodies touching and squeezing. "Mom, I've never been with another woman before," she said as she looked into my eyes only like a little girl can look into her mother's eyes. "I am a little scared." "It's OK honey. It will be fine, I've wanted you for a long time." She blushed and said, "I didn't know women could or were suppose to feel this way about another woman, especially their mother." "Baby, I have felt this way about women for a long time and have been making love to women for a long time. It's a different kind of love making and it's beautiful." She was still blushing when she said, "When Kelly (a friend of hers since high school) and I went to Panama City last spring she ran around the room naked all the time and I was turned on watching her. I felt embarrassed and ashamed for feeling that way." "Kelly is a beautiful lady. I can understand you feeling that way. Did you tell her how you felt."? "NO way", she said, "Kelly would have died." I just grinned. "But Mom, what about a mother and daughter you know..." Knowing her I knew the question had to come sooner or later. "It's OK, baby, it's OK.... you're not a little girl any more, you are a full grown, beautiful sexy woman and I want you so much." She smiled and put her arms around me and we kissed. The next hour or so is a blur. Since it was her first time I took the lead and slowly made love to her like only a woman can. She was squirming and moaning and bucking her hips as I sucked and kissed and nibbled on her big soft tits. They were so luscious and sweet tasting and she responded to every touch. I moved my hand down to her pussy while still sucking her tits and slowly put one then two fingers in her and slowly started to finger fuck her. Her clit was very big and hard and easy to find and I put pressure on and then took it off, making her groan even louder. I increased the speed of my fingers and sucked harder on her tits, putting in my third finger to keep the pressure on her clit and she started to scream, "Ohhhhh....ohhhh....oohhhh" She started to cum and jerked around uncontrollably and it was an effort to keep my fingers in her and my mouth on her tit while she bucked like a wild mare. I continued and she continued. She finally couldn't take any more and released my head she was squeezing to her tits and grabbed my hand saying, "Enough, oh mama, enough I can't stand any more" She lay there panting and I kissed her lightly on her neck and rubbed my body on hers and then lay beside her. I could feel my juices running down to the crack of my ass. I was almost as spent as she was. We lay there for a few minutes and then she said, "My turn, tell me what to do mama...tell me what to do." "Just do what you would want done to you baby, mama will love it." And she did. Taking my lead from what I did to her she started with my tits but I soon took her hand and moved it to my pussy because I simply couldn't stand just the tits I was so turned on. She took to finger fucking like she had done it all her life and I was soon bucking as hard if not harder than she was as I began to cum in one long hard explosion. It finally subsided and I pushed her head down to my pussy and said, "Eat my pussy baby, eat my sweet pussy." She was tentative at first, but as I responded he got increasing bolder and explored my pussy and clit with a combination of fingers and tongue. When she grabbed hold of my clit and began sucking it, I held her head and yelled, "right there baby, right there...." And then I began to cum like I never had in my life. I was totally lost in feelings I had never experienced before. As the spasms finally passed I pulled her up and began kissing her pussy juice soaked face and lips. "Oh Mel, you were wonderful." "I had a good teacher, Mom" We lay there holding each other for a long time, not saying a word. Mother nature finally demanded a bathroom call for both of us. She was sitting up in the bed, the black sheets covering her still wet pussy when I came back into the room. "Can we talk Mom," she asked. I nodded yes and we began a discussion that lasted the better part of any hour and another glass of wine. During this time we talked about sex like we had never talked before. You name it we talked about it. I was saddened to hear that no man had ever make her cum. I was a little shocked she only been with four men in her life. She told me she had been masturbating since she was 15 and it was the only way she could "climax". She asked about my sex life from the beginning and I told her (it was really kind of boring before I met Paul). She was shocked when I told her we had been "swapping" for 10 years and that I had had my first bi-sexual experience when I was about her age. I was getting hotter and hotter during all of this. Then she asked the big question, "Mom will I ever find a man to make me fulfilled?" I thought before answering and remembered my own experiences. The problem wasn't her, I didn't think, but the men she was fucking. My experience has shown that most young men don't have a clue when it comes to satisfying a woman. Paul was an exception and I found out later that was because an older woman had taken him and taught him how. He was a quick and very good learner. "Honey, you just need an experienced man that knows what he's doing. There aren't many young guys that know that." "You mean a man like Paul," she asked with a blush? I didn't' really know what to do or say. Paul knows nothing about my feelings toward Mel. Would he accept or be upset. I really didn't know. He's very liberal when it comes to sex. I mean at this time he was going to a swing party with a woman he'd met once to have sex with people he had never met before. That's pretty liberal. But the big "I" word. I just didn't know. "Yeah someone with some experience would probably be good," I finally answered. She looked me straight in the eye with a nervous grin on her face, "Do you think Paul would fuck me, would you mind?" There it was. My sweet daughter who I had just seduced was asking me if she could fuck her stepfather and my husband. Had I just turned her sexuality loose like Paul had mine? Was this the gift I was giving my daughter? The gift of experiencing what women are supposed to feel like. It was a feeling hard to describe. "I don't know baby, but we can see if that's what you want." She hugged me and we kissed and fondled for a while. I asked her if she wanted to see a special movie and she nodded her head and said she was hungry. It was getting close to nine. We ordered pizza and started my favorite girl/girl movie. Mel was all eyes, as it seemed like every scene of the movie showed ladies locked into unbreakable locks of passion, exploring each other's bodies. I was watching Mel most of the time and watching her reaction. I could tell the toy scenes really had her going. Toward the end one lady pulled as this massive dildo. I mean this thing look like it was 12 inches long and 8-10" thick. As the actress shoved this thing up her pussy and began to fuck it Mel was spellbound. "No way," she said. "That's impossible to take something that big up your twat". I just smiled and kept watching. The movie was over and we were both hot again. I reached over and put my hands between her legs and could feel her wetness. It was toy time. "Would you like to try a dildo honey," I asked? Her eyes got big, "You have one mom? Really...geez...not as big as that thing that girl took." I reach over into my nightstand and got the one I got for her that day. It was more of a realistic size, 6-7 inches and fairly thick but not huge. I pulled it out and held it up and said, "this is yours honey, I bought I for you today." I held it out for her to take and I could see the shyness return and she blushed but she finally took it and looked at it and touched like a child would with a new toy. She wasn't quite sure, but she was intrigued. "Well are you going to use it or look at it," I asked. She blushed again and started to move it toward her hot pussy. She tried to just slide it in, but it hurt and she stopped. Mom to the rescue. "Wait a second honey, you need a little lubrication for plastic," I said. "Let me show you." I reached over and grabbed the lubricant I keep at bedside and rubbed it all over the shaft of her dildo and some around her slit and told her to try again. This time the dildo slipped in with ease and I was surprised to see her just shove it up her cunt. She moaned as she did. I told her to move it back and forth like it was a man's cock going in and out of her and she did. Her legs spread and her eyes closed and she began to work it harder and faster. I sat there and watched her excitement grow; it showed in her face and her breathing got harder and harder. I reached over and started playing with her breasts and she let out a loud moan. She was trying but she couldn't cum. She wasn't experienced enough to make the dildo hit her clit the right way. I got between her legs and said, "Here let mama do it for you." She let go of the dildo and grabbed her tits and started squeezing her nipples and groaned, "I want to be fucked...I want to be fucked...." I fucked her with the dildo using one-hand and use two fingers of the other to play with her very visible clit and in seconds she was screaming and cumming all over her new toy and I kept shoving it in and out of her as her hips arched higher and higher off the bed. When she finally quit bucking her hips, I stop the movement of the dildo and just left it in her and then kissed her hard. "Oh damn, that was incredible," she finally said. "Who needs a man?" "Oh you do darling, you do," I said. "It wouldn't be as good if I didn't have it all...men, women, toys...all of it makes sex whole." I needed some relief now and asked her if she wanted to fuck me with the dildo. The grin on her face said yes. I reach in the drawer and pulled out my favorite, lubed it and handed it to her. It was basically about the same as hers. She got between my now spread legs and I told her to put it in me slowly. I began to play with my tits and she started to work the hard fake cock into my dripping wet pussy. It wasn't long and I was cumming all over the dildo. I finally had to stop her. I looked at her and she was staring at me and my pussy with all of its juices flooding out of me. "Geez...that is fun...watching you while I fucked you with the dildo was so damn hot...my pussy is so wet." I needed to take break and catch my breath and asked her if she wanted to see another movie. I told her this one was better than the last because it showed, girl/girl, girl/man, girl/man/girl and man/girl/man and it was real people not actors. She kissed my nipples and moaned, "Yes, please, I want it all." A little lead into this movie. Some friends we played with in Michigan for several years wrote and produced an hour video that was shot at their house one evening. They spent a lot of time and money and the quality is as good as some of the commercial offerings out there. They were also selective with their "casting". They had asked Paul and I to be in it, but I was going to be out of town on a business trip when the filming was going to take place so I couldn't make it, but Paul did. However, you never saw his face. You saw him from the neck down and a lot of his sweet cock and you could hear him talking and such, but that was it. I didn't tell Mel any of this and started the movie and scooted next to her on our queen bed. We were into our second bottle of wine now and I was feeling it, but still in control. As the movie started, I put my hand between her legs and was lightly rubbing the outside of her pussy. The movie is kind of dull the first few minutes and then goes non-stop sex for the rest of the time. Mel was glued to the screen and my eyes were glued to her, watching her (and feeling her) react. She was enthralled in what she was watching, seeing REAL women having REAL SEX and loving it! I could tell she was getting excited as the wetness of her pussy could be felt on the outside and then she push her hand down between my legs and mimicking what I was doing to her. The scene with Paul was about to start and I was looking for a hint of recognition, doubting it would come. To set the scene, in the scene before two ladies were taking each other in the classic 69 position which had resulted in a hard, scream laden orgasm for both. One lady left the room saying she would return. The other is laying there and semi-playing with her pussy with her eyes closed when you hear the open and you hear a voice, Paul, say, "Think you need something hard in that hot pussy." The lady smiles and you see this nude body with a semi-erect cock make it's way to the side of the bed and then hear, "Suck my cock." Mel came straight up out her half reclined position, her legs clamping down on my hand and busy fingers, and jerking her hand from between my legs and yelled,"My God, that's Paul, that's Paul". She looked at me and I just smiled and nodded my head. She kept that position during the entire 10 or 15 minutes of the scene. After she sucks his cock until it's rock hard the next thing you see is her lowering herself on to his cock. The scene is shot from behind Paul's head as if he were watching her and they proceed to start some intense fucking while he plays with her tits. The gal is moaning and then screaming during the whole scene (and she was a screamer). When she cums she goes nuts, convulsing and screaming and continuing to ride that beautiful cock. I've been there it seems a million times. The scene fades and the next thing you see is a cock sliding into a pussy from behind and then her face in ecstasy as he begins to fuck her doggie. You hear him, but never see him and it's not long you hearing him moaning and shaking. The scene ends with him pulling his cock out slowly and his cum dripping out of her cunt. I stopped the movie and turned to Mel with a "well?" look on my face. "Is it really that good," she asked. "Can a man make you feel like that?" I just smile and nodded. She reached over and started kissing my tits and stroking my pussy. No other words needed to be spoken. This inexperienced woman was soon burying her hot tongue into my hot, wet pussy and I wanted her as well and we ended up in a classic 69 position and were all over the bed licking, sucking making love to each other for I don't know how long. However long it was it was non-stop climaxes for both of us. We loved each other with total abandon and explored each other's bodies with tongues and hands. It ended in one huge muffled scream from both of us. We kissed and held each other. I look at the clock by the bed. It was 2AM. She cuddled in my arms, her hot breathing flowing over my tits and she was soon fast asleep. I kissed the top of her head and said, "Goodnight sweet baby, sweet dreams." And then my mind went black. It was a little after 8 when I woke up the next morning. Mel was sound asleep and looking angelic. The covers were down to her waist and I admired her beauty and started reviewing the night before. The idea that I had seduced and made love to my precious daughter set in as reality. The memory of the night before warmed me but the possible consequences made me shudder. Would she feel the same way this morning or would there be morning after regret? I know I had had some before and there was a twinge of it then. I got out of bed and scurried to the kitchen putting all thoughts but the pleasures of the night before behind. The ground was covered with snow and it was cold in the living room so I started a fire. My fears slowly dissolved and I sat on the couch drinking coffee and getting all warm and fuzzy again. Knowing Mel I knew she could sleep until noon if left to her, so I didn't hurry. I decided I'd better call Paul and make sure that he hadn't gotten up early and was on his way home or, worse, getting near. He answered after a couple of rings and said he was just getting ready to shower and head home. I asked how his night had been and he said, "Fine, you'd have enjoyed it." I told him I would get all the details when he got home. He asked how Mel and I had enjoyed our time together and I answered, "Unbelievably wonderful." It was a true statement. We said our goodbyes and he said he'd be home about 1. My motherly instincts kicked in and I decided to make Mel's favorite breakfast—pancakes and patty sausage. I had everything ready to put on the griddle and I figured I'd better start waking her up. I went back toward the bedroom and as I got closer I could hear her moaning and breathing. I walked in and she was busy fucking herself with her dildo. She was lost into making love to herself and didn't see me until after she had reached a hard and loud climax. She was lying there with her eyes closed the dildo still in her tight pussy when I said good morning. She startled and looked up at me her face as red as her pussy lips. I leaned over and kissed her and told her I was fixing her breakfast. She looked at me and opened my loosely tied robe to reveal my naked body and said, "that's what I want for breakfast." My daughter very slowly and very tenderly lay me down on the bed and made love to me like she had been doing it for years. I was totally lost in my lusty feelings and closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of it. It didn't take me long and I was screaming again as I started to cum all over her sweet face. I lay there totally spent and she laid her head on lap while I stroked her hair. The thought occurred to me that my worries had been a waste of time. I pulled Mel up to me and started to kiss her and my hands instantly went to her tits and I started kneading them softly and quickly her nipples got rock hard. I started kissing and sucking on them and my hand went down between her legs to her still wet pussy. I started to work a finger into her and she gasped. "Mom, I've been using that dildo for a long time and I am kind of sore." I withdrew my hand and sucked and kissed her tits for a while longer. I broke our embrace and told her breakfast would be ready in 10 minutes. When she came into the living room she had brushed her long blondish hair and her blue eyes were gleaming. She had found one of my light, short robes to put on and sat at the table facing me. When she sat down the robe parted and I could see her pussy and noticed how the activities of the past 18 hours or so were showing and she was her pussy lip were a bright pink, almost red in color. A Letter To Annie As I continued to fix us something to eat we started talking. We talked like two old sorority sisters about sex. I mean really talking about it. During the conversation it came out that she had a date that night with a guy who really wanted to fuck her and she had resisted, but that she was going to fuck him that night. She said she didn't think she was a very good cocksucker and asked me how to do it. She wanted to know how to get him to eat her pussy and what to do if he wouldn't. It was like 100 questions with an eight year old, except the topics were very adult. We ate and talked and laughed. I knew our relationship would be at a new an exciting level but the comfort and warmth I felt talking with her was something I couldn't even imagine, nor can I find words to describe. It was after 10 and she had to meet some girl friends to go shopping at noon. I cleaned up the kitchen and told her I would find her something to wear home. She looked at me and blushed a little again and asked, "Can we take another shower together before I go." We did and it was so totally different than the night before. It was so erotic because it was two friends who were also lovers enjoying each other's bodies. We both had hard orgasms in the showered as we finger fucked and kiss each other. We finally had to get out when the hot water ran out. As we got dressed, we talked about our trip next weekend to see my 90-year-old aunt about 200 miles away. The original plan had been to go over Friday night and I would stay with an old high school friend and her husband and Mel would stay with a former classmate and her husband, see the aunt Saturday morning and come home. Paul and I have a party to go to that night, a good party, and I knew we needed to get back or he would be disappointed. Mel told me she was going to have to work the entire day next Friday and it would probably be after six before she could get away. We talked about options for a little while between checking out different makeup and colognes and other stuff women will do. We decided to go over Friday night and spend the night and come back Saturday as planned. Only we would be staying together in a hotel. Then she asked, "Can I fuck Paul and when?" I had forgotten all about it from the night before. But I could tell it was something she was serious about. I told her I didn't know when or even if it would happen. I don't know how he will react. As I said earlier, he is very liberal, but let's face the "I" word stops a lot of people in their tracks. It had taken me months, hell damn near a year, to build up the courage to even seriously think about it with Mel. I told her to let me work on it and maybe we could give him a special Christmas present Christmas Eve when she always spent the night at our house any way. Shortly before noon, dressed in a pair of my panties, jeans, sweatshirt and tennis shoes she was at the door ready to leave and meet her friends. Paul had called and was less than an hour from home. We kissed at the door and promised to talk later that day and Sunday we would go shopping. She had her toys with her, the vibrator still unused. I quickly changed the sheets and got the house in order for Paul's return. We talked and visited and he told me all about his night. Sparing the details, he had a good time and we WILL be getting with Ruth again, even if I do have to put up with her "pencil dick" husband. One of his golf buddies and his wife called and came by for an hour or so and then the two guys went to a local golf shop to look around and the wife left and I started this letter to you. I can't believe I have written this much. But it was a wonderful two days and I wanted to get it all down so I'd never forget. Mel and I went shopping this afternoon and had a ball. She told me that she did fuck her date last night and must have sucked his cock pretty good because he shot his juices all over her face. He ate her pussy and she finally had a climax from a man that way but he couldn't get his dick hard again for fuck her. She was disappointed. I still haven't talked to Paul and frankly seeking your advice again. You were so right on with Mel. I am sure you have some ideas on this new subject. There is always Christmas Eve. My mind is racing already. A FMF threesome with my husband, my daughter and myself. I get wet just thinking about it.