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Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 01

By: Lisa Summers



Daughters Of The American Evolution - Rebecca, Ch. 01

Stories from one front of the global war.

"Amy, do you ever have...problems, with Karen? You know, getting in with a bad crowd, or the wrong kind of boyfriend - that kind of thing?" Rebecca picked up her glass of chablis, her hand shaking slightly. She nervously brushed back her short pixie cut black hair from her forehead.

Amy noticed Rebecca's worried expression, and her physical upset. She touched Rebecca's arm sympathetically.

"Is Lauren in trouble?" she asked, her forehead furrowed, blonde bangs bouncing slightly. "She's such a sweet girl, I'd have trouble visualizing that," she said.

"Well....she has a new boyfriend, and frankly, he gives off a bad vibe, at least to me. I've tried talking to her about it, but she won't listen. She's 'in love.' You know how girls are at eighteen." Rebecca's expression had lost none of its worry.

Amy snorted. "Do I ever! I went through something similar last year, when Karen was Lauren's age." She paused. "There are...ways, ways to take her mind off outside influences that you don't approve of - we found one, and we're both really happy with the results. But it takes dedication, it's not a 'black box' solution."

"'Black box'?" Rebecca asked.

"Well, you have to work with your daughter. Today's environment where every individual is isolated from every other - have you heard of groups of kids going out together, and they all sit there texting each other? I mean..."

"Yes!" Rebecca exclaimed. "I've seen Lauren do that with her old set of friends - I thought it was so weird."

"I'll admit we're probably out of it - I'm not telling tales out of school, but I'm 39 and holding, so..."

Rebecca laughed. "Honey, I started 'holding' years ago. So, tell me more about what you and Mike did..."

Amy's face showed no reaction at the mention of her husband. "Mike? Actually, I handled it by myself. I can't reveal the methods, I was asked to sign an agreement. But I CAN tell you where we went, and where we got guidance that I personally believe to be excellent, and that I KNOW solved our interaction problems. And I can guarantee that Karen would agree wholeheartedly. Where before we were going in two different directions, now we do virtually everything together."

"Yes, I want to know! What's the secret? How much does it cost?" Rebecca's face and tone reflected her anxiety.

"Now, see, you're looking for a 'black box,'" Amy pointed out to her life long friend and neighbor. 

Their families were nearly identical in makeup, both upper middle class, white suburban Dublin, Ohio families, Rebecca's husband Sam and Amy's husband Mike were in similar lines of work, the families were blessed with a daughter each, and the girls, like the mothers, were about the same ages. Naturally, the two women would often compare how each family was doing, since they were so similar. 

"You want to know, 'how much can I pay and get this fixed,'" Amy continued. 

"It's more than that...anyway, the group we went to is called 'Family Interactions Therapists', or FIT. I really encourage you to check them out....and if you do, I want to hear ALL about it." She wrote down the web site address for Rebecca, and gave her friend a warm smile, then patted Rebecca's knee.

"Look, I've got to go," Amy concluded. "Karen and I are going shopping - for some 'intimate underthings' for her - can you believe it? Before, she'd never have asked for my help, and frankly, I'd have been too embarrassed to talk about it. But now.....we're at least best friends!" Amy's smile was radiant. Rebecca was impressed.

"I'll check it out," she promised. "Thank you SO much for your help!"

"Think nothing of it," Amy said. "I only hope it can do for you and Lauren, what it did for our family, Karen and I." The two women hugged, and as Amy drove off, Rebecca rushed to the family computer. Entering the URL for FIT that Amy had given her, Rebecca looked the site over.

"Hmm, it doesn't really give many clues to what they do," she mused to herself. "But all the mothers and daughters....they look happy."" She was referring to the numerous pictures of mother and daughter couples, and other groupings of females, what looked like sisters, in all sorts of everyday situations, almost always smiling, but even more importantly, looking at each other, and talking to each other.

Rebecca certainly didn't miss that particular point of the computer presentation. "I miss talking to Lauren," she said out loud, looking around as though someone might have overheard her, and giggling at her action. "Silly me," she said, shaking her head. 

She clicked on the 'Contact Us for Further Information' button, submitting her email address. Then a thought occurred to her. "Google!" she said. "I'd better google them to see if there's any complaints." She did the search, entering the group's name. Only a few links came up, and none of them seemed to actually be concerned with this particular group, other than the link that Amy had given to her. That seemed odd, but Rebecca dismissed any concerns.

She went to finish up the breakfast dishes, putting them in the dishwasher, then came back and checked her email, and found a reply from the group, with a phone number and an address in Columbus, near her town of Dublin. She called the number, and it was answered by a pleasant-sounding female voice.

The woman informed her that there would be an initial interview, and that it might require all day. The woman then asked for some basic information, ie, name address, and other 'non-confidential' data.

"Do you want me to bring my daughter?" Rebecca asked. "I mean, it's about us, not just me," she said, uncertain now that she was making the correct choice. Still, Amy had been high on the group....

"You are absolutely correct that the process is about 'us,' and not just 'you' or 'her,' the woman smoothly assured her. "But in order for our system to be successful, the mother must buy into it one hundred percent first. While I hope that you will certainly be evaluating us, we will also be evaluating you, as to whether we are willing to accept you as a client."

"Oh," Rebecca said, nonplussed. "Well, that makes pretty good sense," she thought. After thinking about it a minute, she decided to go ahead with an appointment.

A week later she found herself at the door of a small, beautifully restored twostory house in the German Village section of Columbus. The door was an arched design of spanish cedar, with a top three quarters of clear glass, with an etched design that looked like silhouettes of women at play and at rest, and side lights wider than any she'd ever seen before. The net effect was of an open, airy and light entrance to the house, with a beautifully wrought door floating ethereally in its center.

"Can this be right?" she thought to herself, then saw the small brass plaque by the door, advertising it as 'Family Interactions Therapists, Inc.'' She rang the button, tuned, musical bells signaling her presence to those inside. In a moment, a young woman of about twenty opened the door, smiling at Rebecca as she did so.

"You must be Mrs. Harrison," she said. "Please, come in." She stood aside as Rebecca entered. Rebecca was immediately impressed by the interior. A limestone entryway gave way after five feet, to a warmly finished and gleaming oak floor, with small, exquisite throw rugs artfully placed. Themed art hung on the wall of the wide entry, and on into the building, showing works of classical art featuring women and girls, alone and in couples.

"My name is Julia, I'm the receptionist here. Oh, and welcome to FIT!"" The girl's youthful enthusiasm seemed a sweet counter point to the elegance of the offices. 

"Thank you. This is so beautiful," Rebecca breathed. "But your services MUST be very expensive..." she said, doubt creeping in. She would do anything to restore her relationship with Lauren, but there were limits to how much she could spend, even if the Harrisons were relatively affluent.

Julia laughed, a musical tinkle, charming and soft. "Oh, you may be surprised. I shouldn't tell you, but FIT has quite a large charitable foundation behind it." She led Rebecca upstairs, up a (naturally) beautiful staircase, and showed her into a small office on the second floor. 

Surprisingly, there were no bookcases, file cabinets or other big pieces of office furniture, only a Louis XV bureau desk in the center of the room, and two chairs. The walls consisted of raised panel, lightly stained wainscoting, and six blank wall panels about two feet high by three feet wide. They were placed two per wall other than the entrance wall, set just above the wainscoting, slightly above her seated eye height, and alternating with more classical art on the same theme as those pictures downstairs.

"Mrs. Livingston will be right with you," she said, leading Rebecca to one of the two light colored Hancock & Moore leather chairs, opposite the bare desk. 

"Would you like some wine, or juice, or flavored water?" Julia asked.

"Ohh, wine would be SO lovely, but I have to drive back through town, so perhaps some water?" 

Julia nodded, then brought her a glass in a matter of seconds - apparently they had a galley kitchen on the second floor. Rebecca sat alone, sipping the pomegranate-tangerine infused water, barely noticing the softly piped in chamber music, but more noticeably, the blank wall panels slowly and subtly morphing into high definition videos of modern female couples, some apparently mothers and daughters, or at least older women with younger, and some of what appeared to be sisters, or at least women who greatly resembled each other.

Intrigued, Rebecca watched as a picture of a forty-something woman and a girl of perhaps twenty appeared, subtly forming over ten seconds or so from the blank white of the panel. The two attractive women were seated on a picnic blanket, garbed in spring dresses, on the bank of a slowly streaming river or creek, spring flowers vivid on the opposite bank. The two were smiling at each other, one, the younger, clearly speaking, the other nodding, as the younger woman's hand came up as though to touch the other's cheek, but the picture faded out to a blank white screen before they touched.

Clearly, the panels were showing short video clips, maybe thirty to forty seconds in length, not pictures. Rebecca thought that they must be extremely high quality monitors to so closely resemble blank white canvases, and from there to display such lifelike scenes, but obviously these people had resources!

The display that took its place, showed two women, both about twenty five, concluding a tennis match, both very feminine in appearance, with one wearing a classic tennis outfit of white cotton blouse with skirt, the other in a more boyish outfit of light blue knit shirt and shorts, approaching each other at the net, their faces coming together as if to kiss....but again, the picture faded out. Rebecca felt a shock, then a tingling in her stomach at the second video.

The videos continued, all showing women of various ages together in couples, all of them apparently happy, and most very attractive and sensual. It was occurring to Rebecca that this organization might not be as straightforward as she had expected. But, Amy had recommended them, and she trusted Amy. She'd known her since third grade, after all. And they had double dated often throughout high school.

One video showed two girls in bed, apparently just waking up. The two looked like sisters, one brown-haired, the other a dirty blonde, and they couldn't have been older than nineteen. The blonde gently touched her still sleeping sister, and as the dark haired girl opened her eyes, she smiled, and the blonde leaned over and kissed her, on the mouth! The dark haired girl returned the kiss, the two girls embracing, then the video faded out.

Rebecca found her heart beating rapidly at this clearly sensual depiction, and frankly, was considering getting up and leaving, when a door in the side of the room entered, and a well dressed woman of about fifty entered. "Mrs. Harrison, welcome to Family Interactions Therapists. I'm Sylvia Livingston, the director." She extended her hand, and Rebecca found her grip warm, but not overly familiar.

Glancing at a panel, Sylvia smile ruefully. "I see you've been watching our client display," she said. 

"Ohh....I'd hardly noticed," Rebecca said, embarrassed. 

"People sometimes find these short videos....well, perhaps exuberant, might be a good word. But it's only because our clients are really THAT happy. You see, what we do here at Family Interactions Therapists, or FIT, is to repair strained relationships between females in families." 

"Our founder discovered long ago, that women care about their families - I know that's not news to you, every woman instinctively knows that - but the difference at FIT, is that we believe that ONLY women really care about their families. Effort directed toward the male in a family is wasted effort. So...we believe that repairing relationships between female members will be the most productive means of bringing ultimate happiness." She paused, smiled and looked at Rebecca.

"Oh my goodness, HOW can you say that?" Rebecca responded, indignant. ""Men care about their families!" She thought about her husband, Sam, who was in California that week on business.

"Well, think back to conflicts in families that you know about. Who created them, and who resolved them? I wouldn't say that men don't care, per se, but more often than not, they add little to a conflict's resolution, and quite a lot to its creation," Sylvia responded, her hands held up as if to say, 'it's a fact.'

"Perhaps we can agree to disagree," Rebecca said, not at all convinced. "But tell me how FIT brings women together." She was beginning to relax, and had forgotten her earlier qualms.

"Ahh, yes,"Sylvia smiled. "The rewarding means by which family problems become resolved!" 

She directed Rebecca to one of the screens in particular. Rebecca didn't see Sylvia touch any controls, but unlike the pleasant scenes she had seen before, this one showed a group of three, a middle aged man and woman, and a teenaged girl, all arguing. The scene then morphed into one in which the woman and girl were seated, talking, each speaking in turn, the other listening. There was no sound, just the chamber music that had been playing all along, but which coincidentally seemed to reflect the mood of each scene as it appeared. At first, with the threesome pictured, it was stormy and angry.

Following videos showed the two women helping each other in their kitchen, then elsewhere in the house, even doing repair work together, almost always smiling as they worked cooperatively, helping each other. There was something that Rebecca couldn't quite place her finger on about the whole series of videos, but she dismissed the thought as the scenes progressed. Finally, the video showed the woman standing over the girl as she slept, leaning down and kissing her cheek, then beginning to disrobe. The music at this point was almost romantic, Rebecca thought.

The videos faded out, and the random selection of videos re-appeared. 

"Now, Mrs. Harrison, I would like to put you in the hands of Emily, one of our counselors. She can show you some of the techniques we use to bring women family members together. Hopefully, you'll be impressed enough to sign up with us."

"Oh, that reminds me," Rebecca said. "Are your services expensive? Do you take insurance?" Her worry returned.

Sylvia smiled reassuringly. "Please don't worry yourself about that. We only take donations from our clients, there IS no charge. And so, obviously, you needn't worry about insurance. After your family relationship has been repaired, we'll ask you to donate what you believe our services to be worth. As Julia probably blurted out, we have a great deal of money that has been bequeathed to us."

Rebecca smiled. "Yes, she did say something about that." Sylvia shrugged, and smiled, then nodded.

"Julia is a very good associate. Very warm and giving. I've been working with her personally - she came from a bad family situation herself, which, thankfully, has been repaired. As a matter of fact, everyone working here has been a client first." Rebecca raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, it's true," Sylvia laughed. "It certainly helps to keep salaries low!" She paused, then there came a soft knock on the door.

"Now, if you don't mind, I believe that will be Emily. She will, as I said, introduce you to some of our techniques, and she can certainly answer many questions as well as I can." Rebecca found herself without any questions, and shrugged to herself.

"I guess I can always ask later," she thought.

The door opened, and in walked a young girl of about eighteen. Rebecca was shocked, and almost blurted out, "Lauren?" The young girl looked very much like her daughter Lauren - same height, a coltish 5' 8", and slim; long, straight brown hair, small breasts, moderately full hips. But it was facially where Emily resembled Lauren even more strikingly.. 

Deep blue eyes, wide and innocent, small, perfectly formed nose, full, pink lips, even, white teeth. She even wore her hair at her face as Lauren did. The only difference Rebecca could see, was that this girl had a flawless complexion, where Lauren was lightly freckled over the bridge of her nose, and Lauren had a front incisor that was slightly chipped, a memento from a field hockey match, that Rebecca had been urging Lauren to get capped.

Lauren had resisted. "Mom, it makes me unique, not like all the barbie dolls at school." It had led to a few arguments, none serious. 

Rebecca's attention returned to the girl in front of her.

"Hi, Mrs. Harrison - may I call you Rebecca? - I'm Emily." She held her hand out, and Rebecca shook it, finding the young girl's touch, well, oddly exciting. Rebecca barely noticed Sylvia leaving out the door through which Emily had entered.

Rebecca''s attention was almost completely taken up by the girl standing in front of her. 

"That's odd," Rebecca thought vaguely. "I felt something electrical from your touch," she said to the appealing girl.

"The FIT program is partially based on touch," Emily said, smiling, her perfect teeth capturing the pink tip of her small tongue for a brief moment. "You know, when a mother and daughter, or two sisters - or really, almost any two females with a relationship - can get close enough to touch, they can get close enough to feel what the other is feeling. It's a very physical thing, leading to emotional. I don't know the science behind it, I'm just a 'toucher,' so to speak..."

Emily''s words were starting to turn into a pleasant drone for Rebecca. "I didn't realize I was this tired," she thought to herself, absently.

"Just sit back and watch this screen, okay Rebecca?" Emily said, her voice soft and soothing. 

Rebecca obediently did as she was told, feeling a sense of impending excitement - where it was coming from, she had no idea. She watched the scenes unfolding on the screen, pastoral and softly lit scenes about thirty to forty seconds seconds long, like before, showing a miscellany of female couples - from middle age women, to young, teenaged girls, and everywhere in between, twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings, probably twenty women in all, in ten couples.

Emily stood behind Rebecca, and began lightly massaging her neck and shoulders. She was saying something about tension inhibiting their 'conversation', but Rebecca was only catching every other word, as she became absorbed in the videos and the massage.

At first, the women in the videos were talking to each other, reasonably, agreeably, often smiling - of course, Rebecca had no idea what they were talking about, as there was no sound to the videos, only the ever present soft chamber music wafting through the room. 


Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 01



The videos cycled through - after the last of the ten couples were shown, it returned to the first couple, but at a more advanced stage of their relationship, apparently. The second time around, the video couples were still talking, but their faces had moved noticeably closer, their eyes held each other longer, and there was more frequent touching, hand to arm, as one speaker made a gentle point.

Rebecca felt a burning in her groin, and a tickling, teasing touch around her clitoris. It didn't occur to her to question it. She had no way of knowing at that time, but it was no doubt an effect of the inhibition lowering chemical that Julia had added to her flavored water, and the subliminal audio messages that were underlying the chamber music. 

The videos were growing increasingly....intimate. The women were caressing as they spoke, and there were many spaces of time in which they didn't speak at all, but merely gazed into each other's eyes.

Emily''s massage had long ago turned into caresses, and Rebecca felt no need to object. In fact, she moved to allow Emily's soft but firm hands, greater access to her body.

By the fourth or fifth iteration of the progressing video series, the women in the videos were kissing, and their touches included soft caresses of clothed breasts, and the sighs and cooing, while not audible, seemed visible. Rebecca was breathing heavily now, and the teasing itch in her groin had turned into need. Emily bent down, her cheek next to Rebecca's head, her soft, warm breath on Rebecca's ear under her pixie cut, Emily's fingers slipping inside Rebecca''s blouse, to cup her bra-covered breast. Rebecca groaned with pleasure.

"Ohhh....what's happening?" she sighed.

"We're....communicating, on a closer level....mommy," she whispered.

"Did she say, 'mommy?'" Rebecca thought to herself. ""Only Lauren calls me 'mommy', and she's not Lauren....is she?" Rebecca felt quite confused, as the chemical in her drink, the sub-audible urging, Emily's experienced touch, and Rebecca's slowly unfolding need, combined to make Rebecca into something of a new woman. Certainly not the Rebecca who had stood tentatively at the front door just minutes before.

Rebecca moaned as a strange passion grew inside her. Emily knew that was the signal she needed.

"C'mon mommy, let's go to bed," Emily said, pulling the increasingly disoriented woman to her feet. Rebecca was rapidly losing any will to resist, and in fact, had no desire to object to her sweet daughter's desire to help her to bed. 

"Thanks, Lauren," she slurred as she rose, unsteady, to her feet, obediently following the young girl to the door in the side of the room, the door through which Sylvia had originally entered. She found the room on the other side to be a lavishly appointed bedroom, with a beautiful bed in the center of the room, Rebecca vaguely thought it, too, was in the Louis XV style. She completely overlooked the fact that it was a bed!

Emily led Rebecca to the bed, and she lay down on her back, seeing a flat panel monitor in the ceiling above her. The videos from before were continuing, but the women had lost most of their clothing, their bodies quite lovely and attractive, and the scenes were now becoming quite a bit longer and slower as more physical lovemaking began to make its appearance.

Rebecca''s hand unconsciously went between her thighs, through her skirt, to press out the raging irritation there. Emily joined Rebecca on the bed, her face nuzzled in Rebecca's neck.

"Hold me, mommy, I love you so much," Emily/Lauren whispered into Rebecca's ear, her warm, moist breath thrilling the forty year old woman. "Please hold me."

"Oh Lauren, I love you too, baby," Rebecca said. With her arms around the girl, she felt so loving, the girl's body warm and supple under her touch.

"Touch me, mother," Emily/Lauren moaned. It seemed the most natural thing in the world...to massage her sweet daughter....her little love. 

As Rebecca's fingers caressed the girl's warm body, Emily/Lauren stroked Rebecca's firm body, her fingers caressing her side, and her arms, her jaw line, her throat. "May I kiss you, mommy?" Emily/Lauren whispered. 

Rebecca looked into her daughter's clear blue eyes. "Oh, yes...yes, dear. Kiss your mommy, I love you so...". As the girl's warm lips met hers, Rebecca felt an orgasm course through her body, warm electrical sparks joining into a hot stream of ecstasy, and she cried out in pleasure, her pussy wet with her desire and need for Lauren. 

That was the beginning of Rebecca's conversion into the new kind of mother, and woman, she was to become.

Emily/Lauren was certainly cognizant of another woman cumming in her arms - this was not her first convert to the joy of lesbian incest. She smiled to herself, and began cupping and caressing Rebecca's full breasts, quite a bit larger than her own.

"Mommy, your breasts are lovely...so warm...so full...may I suckle you, like I did before?"

"Ohh, baby, mommy wants you so much...yes, suck my nipples, sweetie," she said, as the girl unbuttoned Rebecca's silk blouse, exposing her bra covered breasts. Emily reached under and behind Rebecca's back, and unclasped the bra, loosening it and lifting it up, exposing her wide brown nipples and her milky flesh...

Emily sucked on the older woman's nipples, hard, pebbled and hot under her tongue, as Rebecca gasped and arched her back, the pleasure coursing through her an exquisite agony of ecstasy. "Ohh!" moaned Rebecca, her body writhing from the indescribable delight she felt.

Emily''s hand sought its way between Rebecca's thighs, seeking her hot, wet cleft. 

"Mommy, I want to feel where I came from..." Emily whispered.

"Yes, baby...yessss," Rebecca moaned. "You can touch it, and see it....smell it and taste it, too," she moaned, as she came again, this time at the thought of her daughter's fingers in her pussy, then her sweet young mouth kissing her there. Rebecca mashed her lips furiously against those of the young girl pretending to be her daughter, their tongues kissing together, roughly caressing, saliva from the older woman filling the young girl's mouth, then being hotly returned to the married woman.

Emily's fingers slipped under the woman's light skirt, already carelessly riding up her thighs, then sought the hem of her panties, feeling the woman''s heat and moisture radiating through the wispy fabric. Rebecca's hips rocked as the teenager traced her fingertip hard down the woman's swollen labia, moist and meaty with her passion. Rebecca clasped her hand over Emily''s, desiring more than anything she'd ever felt, to have her faux daughter's fingers fucking in and out of her slick slit, and teasing and tickling her plump clit.

Emily smiled, realizing that Rebecca was completely under her sway, making her task that much easier - plus, it was quite an enjoyable job, as she dearly loved fucking older women into awareness of their true, lesbian natures. It was her belief, as it was of everyone at FIT, and their many thousands of female disciples around the world, that all women were innately lesbian, and had only been historically hetero due to a controlling male hegemony. And they firmly believed it was their calling to convert every woman on earth to that view. A view that was well along on its way to fulfillment....

So far, from hundreds of centers throughout the world, the FIT program had worked perfectly. They had encountered no women who, once allowed to let their libido run free, and then introduced to lesbian love, had declined to enjoy the ecstasy of woman on woman love. No woman who had experienced the FIT therapy had ever turned back to hetero sex as her chosen means of lovemaking, though some were still 'covering' with their husbands, until such time as they could be full time with their also-converted daughters and lovers.

Emily returned to the pleasure of making love to the attractive mother and wife. Rebecca's body was superb, with all the attraction that an older woman brings to a sexual relationship - her lush breasts, hips and ass, her willingness to do virtually anything in another woman's arms, her enthusiasm, her pacing, stretching lovemaking out over hours in pursuit of perfect, and not quick, pleasure.

And Emily had a belief that a woman of Rebecca's maturity and experience had a pussy and ass that just plain smelled and tasted even better than those of younger girls. She had remarked on the frustrations inherent in heterosexual women once to a lover.

"Imagine taking a woman, with all her needs and passions, the heights of ecstasy that she could be reaching every day and night. Then tell her, 'you're not ever going to have an orgasm, or at least not much of one, ever again.' Imagine the frustration of having those sensations, and the smells, tastes and fluids they'd produce, bottled up for twenty years. What do you think they'd be like?" She paused, then continued.

"Imagine the finest wine after a vintage of twenty years, over some nouvelle wine, still raw, showing none of the depth and richness to come..."

"Well, men have cocks..." Emily's lover ventured. "Can't that bring satisfaction to a woman?"

"Yes...they have a small piece of meat between their legs, with no idea of how to use it," Emily conceded. "But would you prefer that - if it's working that night - to, say, a six inch silicone vibrator slowly and teasingly sliding up your ass, while I'm fucking your wet and hot pussy with my ten inch strap on? Remember, as a woman, I know where and how to use them so that they'll bring you the greatest pleasure, AND I will use them soooo slowly and teasingly that your climb to the height of orgasm will be hours in coming - unlike the man's thirty seconds of, huh, whatever that is for them - AND I care about you. You KNOW that men are more focused on that little piece of meat jerking inside you, then going to watch the football game..."

"I like to watch football..." her lover replied, more teasingly than anything.

"Oh, god, you know what I mean!" Emily said, exasperated, until she saw the crinkles at the corners of her lover's eyes. Emily laughed.

"But she can have sex with her husband any time she wants..." her lover tried one last gambit, as she toyed with one of Emily's erect nipples. Emily shook her head.

"Sylvia asks every woman that we've converted, 'Do you want to have sex with your husband again?' And do you know how they respond?"" Emily's lover shook her head.

"They say, flatly, 'no.' Some of them say, 'Hell, no!'" She laughed. "And they, every one of them, shudder when they think of what it was like fucking a man, in comparison to the glory of girl on girl sex. Every one of them! My heart just goes out to the women who still have to pretend, until they can arrange to divorce their husbands."

Emily returned her attention to Rebecca, who she thought was revving up nicely in time for a monster orgasm - one that would turn her forever into a rabid and devoted lesbian, the kind who goes back home and kicks her husband in the balls, then takes her daughter upstairs and fucks her raw. She giggled at the thought. That was how Emily had been shown the light, and her mother was still her favorite dyke, and lover! 

Emily had been VERY surprised when her mother's old dildo first went inside her, but days later she and her mother had very much enjoyed picking out a larger strap on to be used on Emily's hot little twat.

Emily slipped her fingers slowly into Rebecca's wet cunt, making sure that Rebecca's vaginal lubricant was thickly coating her fingers, to maximize the woman's pleasure when she entered her deeply. Rebecca groaned as she felt Emily's intertwined fingers enter her. "Oh, Lauren, your fingers feel so good, fucking me," she whispered.

"Mommy, your pussy is so wet and gooey, mmm, and it smells so good, too," Emily told a still disoriented, but extremely randy, Rebecca. She moaned while Emily fucked her, her hips thrusting and rocking as spasms of pleasure coursed through her.

Emily slowly removed her wet fingers from the moaning woman's tight pussy, saying, "Honey, you sure don't get fucked much by that husband of yours. Give me one night with a collection of strap-ons, and..." She didn't finish her thought.

Rebecca wasn't paying any attention anyway, lost in her dream of marvelous sex with her daughter. "Lauren, baby, please fuck me again," she cooed.

"Mmm, smell this mommy, it's your pussy," Emily said, as she slid her cream coated finger under Rebecca's nose. It was very important that the woman relate the best sex of her life with the smell of pussy, even her own. Emily made sure to get it on Rebecca's upper lip so that she'd be smelling a hot, wet pussy throughout the rest of her orgasms, though Emily expected that her own pussy cream would probably play a prominent role on Rebecca's face before she was through with her indoctrination.

"Ohhh," Rebecca moaned, as she sniffed the alluring and exciting fragrance of a woman's excited pussy. "Yessss." Her body writhed as she experienced yet another orgasm, a small one, but one that coursed through every fiber of her being for long minutes. Emily held the deliriously excited woman as she came, their bodies warm and slightly sweat dampened as they lay together. Emily loved holding, and exciting, other women - she almost felt that it was her calling in life, as did most of the women with whom FIT had come in contact.

As Rebecca came down from her sexual high, she also came back closer to the reality of her situation. It was theoretically a critical moment for her conversion, though Emily couldn't recall any cases in which a convert had decided to return to a 'straight' point of view when confronted by the reality of their situation, and the fact that they were in bed with a relatively unknown young girl.

"Ohh, Lauren - umm, you're not Lauren....Emily....you're Emily. Why did I think you were Lauren? Oh dear, why have I been doing this? I'm so sorry..."

"Relax, Rebecca dear, you've been letting your inhibitions go, one by one....the things that bound you and prevented you from being the loving mother you want to be, and frankly, ARE, inside...you're on your way to being complete, darling." Emily continued stroking Rebecca's body, paying special attention to the sensitized center of the lovely older woman's sex.

The look of concern on Rebecca's face soon eased, as she absorbed her instruction from the younger, but far more experienced, girl.

"Yes, you're right - I HAVE been the problem, the solution is in me..."" Her hips moved slowly as Emily caressed the soft flesh around the woman's plump and pouting clitoris. Rebecca looked up at the videos of loving female couples showing in the ceiling above her, the scenes depicted much, mmm, 'franker' than those she had seen in Sylvia's office.

One video showed a young woman, a daughter, lovely and svelte, with her head between her mother's thighs, lapping at the older woman's wet and excited pussy, her tongue avidly collecting the woman's heavy flow of hot, womanly cream. The look of ecstasy on the mother's face was ethereal, her hands on her own breasts, squeezing her nipples, while the look of happiness on the daughter's face, her naked ass raised up for her mother to see, was positively angelic.

The next video showed a mother of about forty-five wearing a strap-on cock, fucking her eighteen year old daughter doggy style, the hard, latex cock sawing in and out of the younger woman's ass hole, the mother's right hand around the girl's hip, frigging her clit, both women obviously cumming again and again.

A third video showed two young women in their mid twenties, obviously identical twin sisters, locked in a passionate sixty nine, lapping at each other's cunts, fingers in each other's ass holes, writhing together in Sapphic sibling ecstasy. Rebecca groaned.

Of course, at this point in the conversion process, Rebecca was hardly sitting back, eating popcorn and waiting for the main feature - she was rather more involved with Emily, and interested in learning how they could best please each other.

"Ohh, Emily, I need more....I need to cum, again....and again," she whispered into her young lover's ear.

"It's quite something, isn't it darling - to cum, really cum, for the first time?" Emily teased., her teeth nibbling at Rebecca's ear, her fingers busy between the devoted mother's legs, strumming her hot, wet sex.

"I had no idea," the older woman whispered. "God, when I think of Sam's twenty years of fumbling. Puttering around the edges of my sexual fulfillment....I've had more real orgasms in your arms today than in all of the twenty years of my marriage."

"And we're hardly finished here, sweetie," Emily whispered, as she began thrusting her middle finger in Rebecca's dripping hole, hot and creamy, seeking out the woman's G-spot. Her experienced finger had little difficulty, curling back inside the woman's tight hole to thrust against the woman's much neglected secret center of ultimate ecstasy.

"Ohh god, what IS that?" Rebecca moaned, as she felt massive tremors of a whole new kind of orgasm wrack her body. She had already been converted to a lesbian preference by Emily's numerous previous stimulations, but when she experienced an orgasm this way, all thoughts of her husband in any context were washed away, replaced by thoughts of what she would do with Lauren in his place.

The images of she and Lauren naked together in their very own marriage bed, doing the things, and more, that she and Emily had just done, impressed themselves on her, much as occurs during any traumatic bonding experience, and she would from that moment on view Lauren, her daughter, as the source of her sexual satisfaction, and it would be her immediate mission to convert Lauren to a shared lesbian life.

The two women, Emily and Rebecca, continued making love for another hour, until Rebecca was limp, and completely satisfied for the first time in her life. "Thank you, Emily," she whispered, her consciousness completely clear now, all the chemical washed away, her outlook now fully in sync with the goals of FIT. 

She would begin as soon as possible to convert Lauren, and tie them together as lovers forever. If it meant cutting loose that fumbling sperm donor Sam, that was now fine with Rebecca.

She returned home, her thoughts on the short drive very, very happy ones, and she was now anxious to move on with her life with her beautiful daughter. She patted her purse reassuringly, with the small vial of clear fluid inside. As she drove on, back at the FIT offices in German Village, a naked Julia lay in Sylvia's arms on the same bed that had been used to seduce Rebecca, the sheets still damp from Rebecca's passion.

"Rebecca seems like a very sweet woman," Julia said, as Sylvia caressed the young woman's breasts.

"Yes, she seemed nice. I think she'll do well with - what was her daughter's name - ah, Lauren," Sylvia said.

"You know, sometimes I feel, well, a little guilty," Julia said, her brow furrowed in thought.

"Oh, why is that, dear?" Sylvia asked, as she idly tweaked the girl's nipples.

"Ouch," Julia yelped.

"Oops, sorry," Sylvia apologized.

"No, don't apologize," Julia said. "I liked it...it's okay to hurt me, a little." She returned to her thought.

"Oh, as I was saying, I feel a little guilty, because we're breaking up a family...aren't we?" Julia looked up at the older woman, her face just above the girl's.

Sylvia smiled. "If you saw three people drowning, and rescued two of them, would you feel badly about what you'd done?"

"Well, no....I'd be happy that I saved two. I guess I'd feel bad that I couldn't save all three." 

Sylvia said, "And that's exactly the position we find ourselves in at FIT. We understand what it takes to ensure happiness for women, and we know how to provide it. After all, our precepts reach all the way back to a poetess on a little Greek island-"




Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 01



"Sappho, of Lesbos," Julia promptly responded.

"Yes, blessed Sappho," Sylvia agreed. "Of course, she wasn't the first lesbian, just the first notable woman lover, who laid down the guidance and philosophy that has inspired subsequent generations of women. We've long known that only a woman could truly make another woman happy - knowledge that men, since time immemorial, have tried to stamp out. Only in the last twenty years or so have we been able to actually put that knowledge to practical use."

"Have you wondered why so many Hollywood actresses are coming out now?" Sylvia continued. "Why there are now 'out' lesbians in positions of power? Not because society has become more liberal - no, it's because our chapters across the world are becoming bolder in minimizing the importance of men."

Julia responded. "But won't Rebecca and Lauren be sad when they no longer need their husband and father?"

Sylvia laughed. "Do you become sad when you throw away an old pair of shoes? Besides, if they're like most mother and daughter couples we've won over, they won't 'throw him away.' They'll just....'sideline' him, letting him watch his sports and such, and encouraging him to spend more time at work, and travel, things like that. We women are endlessly inventive," Sylvia chuckled. 

She continued. "And then, in his absence, mother and daughter will spend long and languid hours making love. Most women aren't quite as bold as YOUR mother was in how they get rid of the male. Literally kicking him in his testicles - I can only imagine how THAT felt. Then her fucking you until you screamed with pleasure, and begged for more....and him right outside the window, listening, while he put ice on his balls And even more humorous, the two female police officers who responded to his complaint were, umm, 'friends' of FIT!" Sylvia almost choked with laughter.

"And how is your mother, Julia? My daughter told me that she would LOVE to spend the night with her again!" Sylvia said.

"Oh, she's just lovely, thanks," Julia said. "We're closer than ever - but god, her capacity for fucking even wears ME out, sometimes! "

Sylvia smiled. "The males won't even realize that their lives have changed. They don't - really they don't. We do need them as sperm donors, of course. Most converted women find the process with a man inside them unpleasant, even artificially injecting his sperm, but it IS our responsibility to maintain the human race - we just need to.....tweak ....the respective gender ratios. I think ideally, at some point in the future, one male to one hundred women would be about right. Our scientists have developed a chemical which we believe will assure that a fetus develops as female....and the males would stupidly think they were living in some sort of paradise!" She paused.

"It's a whole new paradigm for - I hesitate to say "mankind," as "man" will only be a tiny part of it, giving way to "womankind" - female couples, not mixed male and female couples, populating the world. Starting with mothers and daughters, and providing suitable female mates for those mothers who had no daughters, only sons." Sylvia was very serious, and Julia began to realize the scope of the FIT project.

"But what about our using a chemical on women to, you know, 'get them started'? "And the subliminal music?" Julia asked.

"The music is no different than what happens in a movie theater, nudging you to buy coke, popcorn and a candy bar, at least according to urban legend," Sylvia assured the teenager. 

"And as for the chemical - organic and tested for safety by friends of FIT at FDA, by the way - it's really more of a placebo than anything else, certainly no stronger than a single small glass of wine, and very similar in its effects. It only lowers a woman's inhibitions a small amount - just enough for her to be receptive to another woman, blocking out the silly traditions that say that woman on woman sex is somehow unacceptable. It doesn't MAKE a woman want to have sex with anyone - that need is already there, only blocked by years of society's mal-education on the topic, both subtle and overt."

"Plus, the effect only lasts for about thirty minutes, and wears off pretty rapidly. It's the seduction itself, and the introduction to the very real pleasures of lesbian sex, that overcome all of society's ridiculous barriers to a woman's complete sexual satisfaction."

"Basically, the reality of every woman being - and wanting to be - a lesbian, to enjoying total sexual and emotional happiness, is already there. Our process only allows it to be revealed to the woman herself, and it is her choice to make. I won't apologize for the fact that, given that choice without society's restraints affecting their judgment, one hundred percent of women choose to be lesbian."

"Oh Sylvia, enough talk," Julia coaxed the older woman. "You made me work so hard today, now it's your turn to please me...okay?" The little girl tone of voice the teenager affected pleased Sylvia, and she set to the task of bringing her sweet receptionist to one more of the dozen or so orgasms she would enjoy that day.

As Rebecca arrived home, she found the house dark. "Lauren must be at one of her after school activities," she thought. She headed upstairs to her and Sam's bedroom, when she heard a noise coming from Lauren's room. Curious, she walked over to the door which was ajar. Peeking through the opening, she saw a boy sitting on the bed next to Lauren, his hand down her shorts as he kissed her.

Rebecca's first impulse was to burst in and throw the filthy boy out. After all, she knew now that males would only be trouble for her daughter - and that there was a much better alternative available. But, she thought better of taking immediate action, and quietly walked downstairs, then made a show of making a lot of noise re-entering.

"Lauren, honey....are you home?" she yelled up the stairs. After a short time, she heard Lauren yelling back, "Uh yeah, mom."

"Oh, okay," Rebecca said. "Um, I'm going down the street to Amy's for some eggs. I'll be back in five minutes. See ya, sweetie." Then she went out the door, to the side of the house. Sure enough, within thirty seconds, a boy rushed out the front door, tucking in his shirt, and nearly ran down the street, looking from side to side as though he was afraid he'd be hunted down.

"You won't be hunted," Rebecca mused. "Just ignored....at least after Lauren and I have spent some close mother-daughter time together." She re-entered the house. 

"I'm back, honey," Rebecca yelled up the stairs.

" 'kay, mom," Lauren responded. Rebecca went about making dinner. Her husband was still on his business trip, and would be for the next few days. "Thank goodness," Rebecca mused. She had mixed feelings about Sam. He was a good man, he'd never been mean to her or anything. But, he'd never brought her to the heights that Emily had in her bed. The difference between their lovemaking was like watching an old black and white television show on a TV set from the 50's, compared to watching a modern movie on a high def TV. 

He was nice - but he was just....a man. He could give her none of the pleasure that a woman, or girl, could. And no matter how hard he tried, he'd NEVER have a tasty, wet pussy or warm, lush breasts for her to play with - and she had come, in a very short time, to appreciate how much fun girl parts could really be to play with....

Her clitoris itched as she thought about her beautiful daughter, and the time a month ago that she had been passing Lauren in the hallway after Lauren's nightly bath, with the girl wearing only a bath towel. The towel had slipped, and while Rebecca hadn't freaked out or anything, the picture of her daughter's slim, nubile, nude body, as she scrambled to pick up the towel, was one she had been unable, or rather unwilling, to forget....before. Now, it drove her to a state of high excitement.

Rebecca sighed. She wanted nothing more than to slowly and lovingly disrobe her sweet, young and beautiful daughter, then make love to her all night long - but first, she had to get through dinner! She finished with dinner preparations, then set the table, setting out glasses of milk for her and her daughter, as usual. She stirred her daughter's, then called her down to dinner.

Lauren tucked into her dinner with her usual gusto. She was very active at school, and played several sports - her favorite being field hockey. She hoped to get a scholarship to a college based on her ability there, and she had gotten a few nibbles from some smaller schools. 

The two women discussed their day, but apparently they were both lying through their teeth, as Rebecca made no mention of being fucked repeatedly by a teenager who looked much like Lauren, and Lauren failed to bring up her new boyfriend's fumbling attempts to get in her pants, and his repeated entreaties for her to either suck his cock, or jerk him off in his car.

Finally, Lauren thanked her mom, and made as if to go back upstairs. "Oh, Lauren, before you go - would you mind massaging my back a little bit? I think I strained it carrying in groceries..."

"Oh, sure mommy," the cute girl responded. They moved to the living room, and Rebecca moved several of their giant accessory pillows to the floor.

"Here, we can sit here," she suggested. Lauren arranged herself behind her mother, and began massaging her back. Because of Lauren's athletic experience, she'd received enough massages to be able to give a passable one, and soon Rebecca was moaning from her daughter's touch. She noticed that Lauren's touch, strong and firm at first, began to become uncertain and hesitant. 

After a few minutes, she turned around to look at her daughter.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked. Lauren looked back at her mother uncertainly. Rebecca's heart ached at her daughter's distress, but she knew it would pass, and both women would be better off for it.

"I dunno...I feel kinda.....dizzy," Lauren said. Rebecca placed her hand on her daughter's forehead.

"You feel okay," she said. "But let's be safe and get you to bed, okay?" The itch in Rebecca's pussy was absolutely driving her mad, and she suspected that Lauren would soon be feeling something similar. The older woman escorted the young girl up the stairs, and into her bedroom, typically teenaged messy, with at least two pair of dirty panties lying carelessly on the carpet by the bed. Rebecca's mouth watered at the thought of sniffing her daughter's used and dirty panties, both the fronts and the backs....

"C'mon honey, better get those clothes off," Rebecca said, helping her daughter to unbutton her blouse, brushing her fingers against her daughter's small breasts as she did. She was elated to feel that the girl's nipples were stiffly erect, and absolutely thrilled when she saw that Lauren had no bra on, though she wondered if that had been a plus for the boyfriend, too.

Her tiny nipples and areolae were a light pink, only a shade darker than the smooth, flawless skin of her small, apple-sized breasts. She saw her mother staring at her breasts, and giggled. "The other girls tease me over my small breasts," she said, a silly smile on her face, as her hands innocently cupped her breasts and offered them up to her mother's view.

"The other girls don't know what they're talking about, baby,"" Rebecca said. "They'll never have the sensitivity that smaller breasts do - here, let me show you." She began caressing and teasing Lauren's delightful ripe little apples, paying special attention to the girl's stiff nipples.

A quick ""Ohh!" squeaked out from Lauren, accompanied by a sharp intake of her breath, and then her body shivered, her thighs trembling. "Oh, mom!"" Lauren exclaimed. Rebecca smiled. She pressed one hand lightly to the vee of Lauren's jeans.

"Did you feel that....here?" she asked the girl.

"Yeah," gasped Lauren.

"Did it feel nice?" Rebecca asked. Lauren giggled.

"God, YES!" she said, then sat down drunkenly on the bed.

"Okay, well, we'd better get your jeans off, too, then," she said. Lauren fumbled at the button top of her tight jeans, not at all reluctant to remove her clothes in front of her mother. Rebecca helped her shimmy her jeans down her hips, and Rebecca eyed her daughter's body approvingly. 

Lauren was clad only in a pair of virginally white bikini panties, and the crotch was already showing signs of moisture, darkening, a tiny clear droplet of moisture on her thigh where the crotch of her panties had wrinkled, partly exposing her deep pink slit. Rebecca's heart thrilled at being this close to her daughter's sweet, tight and hot pussy, and could picture how wonderful that caressing, and smelling and licking it would be.

"Mmm, honey," Rebecca began.

"Yes, mommy?" Lauren replied, so trustingly and innocently - but with a hint of a dark, undefined hunger underneath - that Rebecca was emboldened to go after her deepest desire...her daughter's complete and total seduction into lesbianism.

"I think that I should return that massage, don't you?" Rebecca's body felt physically hot, she could feel a trickle of moisture running from her cunt to the top of her thigh. She needed Lauren - badly.

"Oh yes, mommy," Lauren replied, in a sexy and seductive tone of voice that left no doubt whatsoever in Rebecca's mind, that Lauren was as horny, as desperate to be fucked, as she was - even if Lauren wasn't yet quite familiar with what 'fucking' might entail. No matter, Rebecca would be teaching her that....and more.

Rebecca started climbing onto the bed, when Lauren said, "Don't you want to be dressed like me, mommy, to do my massage?" She looked at Rebecca, her eyes wide open and innocent. Rebecca felt an overwhelming lust run through her being, and she leaned forward and kissed her daughter, their warm lips coming together lovingly and softly at first, then mashing harder as the two women felt the heat in their pussies increase, and their inhibitions completely disappear.

Rebecca's hands cupped Lauren's small, soft breasts, the young girl's nipples hard and pressing into her palms. Lauren groaned with pleasure, her arms going around her mother's neck, pulling her closer. The two females continued kissing, as their hands ran over each other's body, anxious to feel warm, soft feminine flesh in their grasp.

Rebecca felt Lauren unbuttoning her blouse, the fabric nearly melting away. "It's a pretty bra, mom," Lauren whispered, her mouth going to kiss Rebecca's much larger breasts, the breasts that the girl had nursed on as an infant, and that she lusted for now, as an adult.

"Want your breasts, mommy," Lauren muttered, as her hands went to Rebecca's back, unclasping her bra. Rebecca leaned forward as Lauren pulled the bra off her mother, her eyes glued to Rebecca's C cups. The young girl began suckling on her mother, her mouth so familiar with her mother's tits, in spite of the absence of sixteen or more years.

Rebecca thought back to her time suckling her daughter, and how pleasant that had been. This was equally pleasant and loving, but it was heavily overlaid with the smoky sex that was brewing between the two grown, ripe and juicy women, mother and daughter. 

Lauren's warm, wet lips and rough tongue kissed, sucked and laved Rebecca's sensitive nipples, and with each touch of Lauren's moist heat there, Rebecca felt a jolt of lightning-like electricity course from the nipple, through her stomach in a straight line, to her moist and swelling clitoris. Rebecca groaned with pleasure - she would be cumming soon, after all, making love to her daughter would have to be the most erotic experience possible for a mother, no?

Rebecca gently ran her fingers through her daughter's long, brown hair, a style that she'd always liked, but now also found overwhelmingly sexy. "Suck on my nipples, baby, suck your mommy's nipples, drink my milk....it's all for you, little baby, your mommy loves you so much..." Rebecca crooned, somehow returned to the closeness of her daughter's infancy, but combined with the closeness and intimacy of two women in love.

Rebecca realized that everything that Emily and FIT had promised her, and Sylvia, too, in the short meeting after Rebecca had been wildly fucked, was coming true. Rebecca hadn't even felt any embarrassment when Sylvia instructed her while she lay naked with Emily, Emily's fingers in Rebecca's tight ass hole, and her mouth lapping at Rebecca's dripping sex slit. The bottle of chemical for Lauren, she found waiting for her on the bedside table as she dressed afterward.

As Sylvia promised, Rebecca and her daughter were becoming incredibly close - and far closer than she ever could have been to Sam, her husband. She realized that she had completely forgotten about him, until this moment...and realized that she didn't regret it in the least.

Rebecca felt the moment between the two ripe women, mother and daughter, building to an orgasm, even bigger than she had experienced with Emily, and she cried tears of sheer joy. Her body jerked spasmodically as she came, again and again, her beautiful daughter and lover in her arms. As she slowly recovered from the delightful experience, Lauren looked up with an innocent expression.

"Mom, what was that? Your body jerked, a couple of times...was it a good feeling, mommy?"

"Oh yes, baby, it was the very best feeling, sweetheart, and you gave it to me - you made your mother cum!" Lauren looked proud.

"The other girls talk about their boyfriends making them cum," she whispered. "And I've cum before, but it wasn't like that.""

"How did you cum, baby, what made you cum?" Rebecca asked, curious about her daughter's intimate experiences.

"Mmm, a boyfriend, you remember Jimmy, um, Jim, don't you? He played with my pussy, mommy, and made me cum once. But it took a long time, and it was only once. Then he tried to fuck me with his thing - his cock - I didn't want it in me. I was afraid I'd get pregnant. Then I never heard from him again."

"You did the right thing, baby. Boys really are awful - so much effort for so little return. I'm going to make love to you, here and now, maybe all night long. I think you're going to cum lots of times, and much, MUCH better cums than that boy gave you. Girls are better at making other girls cum than boys are, and a mother's the best of all. I want you to tell me, tomorrow, if you ever want me to make love to you again, okay? You'll decide if you want to love other girls and women, or not."

Lauren appeared fascinated. "God, that sounds wonderful, mommy. Are you going to fuck me, like Jim tried to do?"

"No baby, I'm going to fuck you MUCH better than Jim tried to do!" Both women giggled, their embrace warm, moist and so, SO loving. Rebecca set herself to returning some of the pleasure that Lauren had already brought to her. She stretched Lauren out on the bed, on her back. Lauren looked up at her mother expectantly, her hands primly folded on her naked stomach, below her perky and pointed breasts, stifling a giggle.

"I owe you a massage, baby," Rebecca breathed, leaning down to kiss her daughter's sweet mouth once again. She felt Lauren's tongue pressing against her lips, and opened her mouth, then their tongues were dancing and playing together, one woman's mouth open to another, sharing their breath and their saliva, one intimate act among many to come. Rebecca caressed her daughter's breasts again, teasing lightly over the soft flesh, circling inward towards her small nipples, then scraped her nails over the girl's pebbled areolae, finally pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Ohh, ohhhh, mom that hurts...and feels SO good, I feel it in my pussy, that's so strange!"

Rebecca leaned down and took first, one nipple between her wet lips, gently sucking then lightly nipping with her teeth, then to the other nipple, back and forth, as Lauren moaned and writhed under her, and Rebecca's hand caressed its way down the young girl's flat stomach to her cloth covered pussy.




Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 02



Daughters of the American Evolution - Rebecca, Ch. 02

Stories from one front of the global war

No man saw the greatest conspiracy of all time coming...

"Hi, Rebecca, how are things?" Amy asked, answering her cell phone, after seeing on the display who was calling. She almost dropped the phone in the process, momentarily distracted.

"Hi Amy - um, fine," Rebecca responded. "Do you think I could come over later today? There's something I wanted to ask you about, and I'd prefer to do it in person."

"Oh sure, but if you prefer, I could come over to you, I have to do some shopping and I could combine trips..." Amy responded.

"Oh golly, that would be wonderful. And Lauren's been asking about you, so she'd get to see you as well. Would two-ish be okay with you?" Rebecca asked.

"That would be perfect! We're having a celebration later tonight, a little family thing," Amy said, her tone betraying her happiness.

"Oh? What's the occasion?" Rebecca asked.

"Well, I can tell you that later, it's nothing big," Amy said. "So, two o'clock, right?"

"Huh? Oh, yes...sorry, my mind wandered. Yes, two would be perfect," Rebecca replied, her voice a little shaky.

"By the way," Amy asked. "Did you ever check out that place I told you about?"

"Yes.....I guess I still have some questions," Rebecca said.

"Oh. Well, I'll try to help you with them...but I'm not a real expert." Amy's voice was subdued.

"Okay, see you then," Rebecca said.

"Bye," Amy said.

"God, Lauren, you make it REALLY hard to concentrate," Rebecca said to her daughter, as she hung up the phone, missing the cradle the first few times.

Lauren looked up at her mom, and grinned, her cute face wet and glistening. She adjusted her position on her knees, her hands keeping her mother's bare thighs apart. Her long, brown hair cascaded over her mother's legs and tickled her inner thighs.

"Sorry, mom....it's just that I get caught up in what I'm doing." She spread her mother's naked thighs a little wider, and licked her lips hungrily. She couldn't keep her eyes off her mother's engorged pussy, the labia a deep pink, the opening between them, a deep red. Her mother's clit was swollen and dark red, gleaming with Lauren's saliva.

"Oh honey, you can be so anal sometimes," Rebecca said, smiling, lightly caressing her left breast, the brown nipple large and hard under her fingers. She could feel the mix of her cum and Lauren's saliva dripping from her pussy onto the slipcover.

"Oh mom, I'd LOVE to!" she squealed. Both women laughed.

"I'm looking forward to it....after you make me cum...again. Okay?"

Lauren turned her attention back to her mother's red and plump pussy.

* * * *

"So, what did Rebecca say?" Karen asked her mother, as Amy clicked off the phone. Karen was seated behind Amy, her arms around her sides, cupping and caressing her mother's full and flushed naked breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples.

"She said that she guessed that she still had some questions - but that she had checked out FIT," Amy said, as the two sat together on the sofa, mother and daughter, both remarkably similar in appearance - a blonde, slim and youthful looking Karen at nineteen, her mother slightly pudgier, but just as attractive as a thirty nine year old MILF.

"What did THAT mean?" Karen asked.

"I don't know - I guess I'll find out later today when I see her." Amy looked puzzled. "Either she went over there, in which case, she's 'one of us,' or she didn't, in which case I have to try to get her over there."

"Can't you just call FIT and see how it went?" Karen asked, nuzzling Amy's neck. Amy let her head loll back, and sighed with pleasure, then resumed the conversation.

"The security levels are too high. They never give out information. That way, the only people who know whether a woman, or more commonly, a mother and her daughter or daughters, are 'sympathetic' to FIT's goals, are the females in question. And they're not about to talk - at least to the only group that stands to lose when FIT is finished - men." She paused.

"Well, give me a kiss for good luck, okay, darling?" Amy asked her daughter.

"Just for luck?" Karen asked, a wry expression on her face. "And what was that 'family celebration' remark about?"

"Darling, don't tell me that you've forgotten it's our three month anniversary?" Amy gave her daughter a typical lover's 'you forgot?' look.

"Oh my god, mom! I'm so sorry....you know the expression, 'time flies when you're getting fucked...'" Karen looked worriedly at her mother - she didn't want the greatest love of her life, at least to date, to be mad at her!

"I'm pretty sure that's not exactly how the expression goes," Amy said. 

When Karen gave her a 'I'm sorry I'm such a dummy' look and lifted her hands in surrender, Amy laughed. "Well, would you like to 'help me change the bed sheets'?" she asked, already taking her daughter's hand to lead her upstairs. The expression was one they'd already used countless times as their code phrase to go make love when Mike - Amy's husband, and Karen's father - was in the house.

Karen giggled and leaned in to kiss her mother, their lips coming together sweetly and familiarly. They embraced, their bodies warm and quickly becoming aroused, and Amy pulled her daughter to her feet, leading her toward the bigger bedroom, the one that she and Mike shared - at least, when he was home. More often when he wasn't there, Amy slept in Karen's bed.

As they walked up the stairs together, Amy's cell phone rang.

"Ooh, maybe that's Rebecca," she said, then looked at the caller display. "Oh."

"Hi, honey," she said brightly, into the phone.

She listened for a short time, then responded. "Oh, gosh....I'd really love to, and I know how much you like it, but I'm just not feeling very feminine today. The toilet backed up, and there was poop all over the floor - it was really awful - and I feel my period coming on....you know.....can I have a rain check? I PROMISE I'll make it up to you..."

She listened again, then responded.

"You're such a sweetheart," she said. "I love you. Bye." She clicked off the phone.

Karen looked at her. "Not feeling feminine?" she asked.

"Just a little lie," Amy said, rolling her eyes. "But I hope you can help me with making me feel more feminine..." She smiled at her daughter, and squeezed her hand.

"Yes, mom," Karen replied primly, squeezing back, and the two women continued up the stairs. Karen allowed her hand to slip to her mother's hot and randy ass as they walked. Amy giggled, and wriggled her butt under her daughter's touch.

* * * * 

Rebecca said, "Enough, enough, I surrender...I can't take any more...I'm way too sensitive down there!" Lauren kissed the inside of her mother's smooth thighs instead, then got to her feet, and sat next to her mother on the sofa. 

Rebecca was wearing only a blouse, the buttons open, her full breasts and nipples pushing the blouse aside. Her jeans and panties were neatly folded at the end of the sofa. 

Lauren's nakedness was more of an organic thing. She had her bra and panties on, but no more, contending that she looked more sensuous, and would be a 'lot readier' for her mother if she didn't over dress around the house. Rebecca didn't disagree, actually she'd suggested the eighteen year old girl go nude inside the house all the time - at least when Sam, her father, wasn't there. She thought her daughter's naked body was absolutely beautiful, as well as mouth-watering.

This was the fourth day of their 'honeymoon,' the normal period that two women who had been 'converted' by FIT, or 'Family Interactions Therapists', went through together, and which could last for up to six months before the women settled down to a slightly less frenetic rate of lovemaking. FIT was the group that Rebecca's friend Amy had recommended to the formerly worried mother, and which had certainly delivered on the promise to "bring mother and daughter closer together."

"Slightly less"meaning about a twenty percent drop in daily orgasms from what each woman experienced during the honeymoon. Rebecca estimated that she and Lauren had experienced about eighty orgasms each in that time. It was a lot more than she'd had in twenty years as Sam's wife, but she didn't want to insult her husband any more than she had to by putting a number on his ability to satisfy her

Lauren sighed. "Mom, I think I'm addicted to your pussy - I really do."

"I hope it's not some kind of a desire to get back to the womb kind of thing," Rebecca said. "I don't think you'd fit."

Lauren giggled. "It would sure be fun trying." She looked thoughtful.

"So, what are you going to say to Amy? I know what I would say."

"What's that?" Rebecca asked.

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!....then I'd give her a big kiss on that cute mouth of hers!"

"Lauren!" Rebecca said, only a little shocked. She'd been thinking the same thing herself. Was it wrong that she might feel a sexual attraction to women other than her daughter? She'd have to think about that.

"What?" Lauren said, only mock offended. "I LOVE you, I want to LIVE with you, and FUCK you every night and every day - it doesn't mean I couldn't have some appetizers at other times, does it? It's not like we only have one orgasm per day inside us." She giggled. "More like a couple of dozen....but I'd love to see if we could improve on that!"

"Speaking of orgasms, I think my clit's recovered now. Would you like me to take off that pretty bra and panties of yours?" Lauren took her mother's nearly naked body in her arms, and kissed her, their lips warm and enthusiastic, activated by the touch of a woman very special to each. 

"Do you want to go upstairs, or do it here?" Lauren asked, breathless, idly caressing her pussy as she spoke, her hand inside her cartoon-decorated bikini panties. "I'd really like us to christen every room, and we haven't done it here yet." The cute teenager grinned, her long brown hair hanging in waves to below her shoulders.

"Mmm, okay, baby, but I need you, NOW," her mother growled. Lauren sat back on the sofa, as Rebecca assumed her daughter's previous position on the floor. She knelt between her daughter's slim, tanned legs, moving them wider apart, and bringing her face close to the girl's pouting little pudenda, her labia swollen and hot from the excitement generated while she had licked her mother's pussy.

Rebecca planted her lips right on the word 'Wednesday,' with the cute little black and white cartoon pussycat popping out of the top of the word, part of a set she'd received the year before from her aunt in California. Of course, the logo was exactly where Lauren's little pink clitoris would be swelling and hot. The girl shivered with pleasure in anticipation of her mother's attention, her small, pink nipples hard and reactive to any touch.. 

Rebecca was only a little disappointed that they were clean and fresh panties - it seems that Lauren's mother had become quite an aficionado of her daughter's bodily smells and emissions as part of their love play. She consoled herself with the thought that slow, lazy licking of her daughter's quite flavorful pussy, would result in plenty of cum for her to taste and swallow, and then share with Lauren. And with any luck, Lauren would make her sweet, tight ass hole available for her mother's long tongue, too.

Rebecca kissed Lauren's upper thighs on either side of the panties, tickling Lauren and making her giggle. She squirmed, and slipped her hand inside her panties again while Rebecca was kissing and licking her. She could see Lauren's finger dipping in and out of her cunt, and looked up at her daughter's face.

Lauren's eyes were heavy lidded, lust filling her. "You wanna taste my pussy, mommy?" she asked seductively, her voice husky. She pulled her hand out of her panties, her clear, creamy cum dripping from her index finger. She brought it to Rebecca's face, offering her mother a taste of her sweet nectar.

Rebecca let the girl's finger slip between her lips, and slowly sucked it, savoring the taste of her daughter's hot pussy on her tongue. She brought her own hand between her legs, sliding her index finger up and down her own, dewy vagina, gathering up her own fragrant cream, then offered it to her daughter above her. She felt Lauren suck her finger into her teenaged mouth, moaning, and looked up at her daughter's sweet face, their eyes locking in lust, and love.

Lauren's hips began shaking as she came, the eroticism of the moment taking her over the edge. Rebecca pulled Lauren's little panties down, her swollen, hot pink pussy pleading for more direct attention from Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca could see more droplets of Lauren's sweet nectar forming between her thick labia, and forced her face in, licking at her daughter's fleshy cunt lips, loving the slippery texture of her pussy, the musky smell of her heated cunt, the salty-sweet taste of her cream, the heat of her sexual center, and the exciting involuntary moans emitting from Lauren's throat, as her initial orgasm morphed into a series of smaller cums, each moan accompanying them louder than the one before.

Rebecca was wondering if she had inadvertently started Lauren on an unending series of climaxes, and worried a little, even as she envied her daughter's ecstasy. But she consoled herself with the thought that, no one was ever likely to be better at bringing Lauren to a mind shattering climax than her own mother. She got to her feet, then sat next to her still shaking daughter, taking her in her arms.

"Ohh, mommy, that was the longest cum you ever gave me," she whispered, as Rebecca cradled her young lover in her arms

"Sweet girl," Rebecca murmured into her daughter's scalp, damp with sweat, kissing her hair. The two women savored their tender time in each other's arms, the feel of woman flesh both a stimulant and a calming influence for them both. Rebecca hummed some nameless tune as she held her daughter, much as she had when Lauren was younger, grateful that FIT had brought them together in a way that neither of them could have imagined possible, even if they lived a thousand years.

They spent the next half hour lying together like that, their partially clothed bodies in close and warm communion. But as inevitably happened to the two these days, time spent in proximity to each other, particularly naked time, sparked an itch in each of their groins, the need to express their love carnally overwhelming them, no matter where they were.

They had noticed this on their second day together, at a small café they'd gone to - to eat something - since they'd found that they preferred sex to food while at home. "At least if we're out, we have to behave," Rebecca had suggested to her daughter. Advice which had turned out to be only partially true.

They DID manage to make it through eating sandwiches and drinking sweet tea, stealing glances, murmuring endearments, casually touching each other's arms, but by the time their server came by to ask if they'd like dessert, Rebecca had been forced to throw a twenty dollar bill on the table, not even waiting for their check, as they rushed back to the car. 

Unfortunately, they had parked in the front of the restaurant, by the entrance, in full public view, so Rebecca struggled to get the car in gear, and maneuvered it to the deserted rear of the restaurant, seat belt chimes ringing a merry tune, while Lauren hung on her mother's neck, her lips kissing her mother's warm and smooth throat, her hand jammed between Rebecca's warm thighs.

From there, Rebecca had swiftly pushed her jeans down to the floor, her wet panties joining them, and Lauren had jammed her face sideways into her mom's lap, her tongue flicking her mother's swollen clit, while she fucked in and out of Rebecca's pussy with two very lucky fingers. Rebecca moaned, her head thrown back into the headrest, her hands up inside her blouse, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Lauren was sucking on Rebecca's clit, which brought her mother over the precipice of pleasure, thrusting her hips upward. Lauren had to duck her head so as not to hit the steering wheel, but managed to keep her mouth on her mother's hot pink pearl, and her fingers between Rebecca's labia. Thrusting her hips up allowed Lauren to stick her tongue next to her fingers, licking up some of her mom's sweet feminine sauce.

Lauren cooed happily - she had become very fond of the taste of her mother's pussy. Rebecca slumped back in her seat, and ran her fingers over her daughters silky hair.

"Oh, it's your turn now, sweetie," she whispered, as Lauren brought her smiling, cum-covered mouth up to her mother's to kiss. The two women joined their lips in a lusty kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouth, sharing the taste of Rebecca's cum. Rebecca felt the touch of Lauren's welcome hands on her breasts, the girl's touch already practiced, pleasure running through Rebecca from her daughter's soft and sweet caresses.

"Oooh, nice - but I want you now, baby," Rebecca insisted.

"You wanna lick my pussy, mommy? It's nice and wet for you. Or would you like my hot ass hole, instead? It's nice and tight, and ready for your long tongue....but I'm really sorry, it's kind of...nasty." Lauren had such an innocent look on her face as she said some of the lewdest things Rebecca had ever heard.

"Unnh, how about both?" Rebecca begged. "But you might have to contort yourself over there..." Lauren looked around herself.

"I'll try, mom." She shrugged off her own jeans and panties, getting her bottom half naked within seconds. Then she knelt on her seat, facing the window, and slowly raised her ass up, while lowering her head down by the door handle. Lauren's beautiful, naked ass raised up before Rebecca's hungry eyes, her butt cheeks parting, her small brown hole opening moistly. Then the wide vertical split created by her labia, and the dark red pussy between, came into view, a pink, ripe juicy peach for her mother's eating pleasure.

Rebcca uttered an unintelligible, delighted cry, and leapt on her daughter's perfect ass. Her tongue speared into Lauren's ass hole, which was, as advertised, tight and hot, and having the delicious fragrance that had early on made her mother a female ass lover. Rebecca licked deep inside the teenaged girl's ass, thrusting in rapidly, then withdrawing slowly, like a tiny, wet cock, fucking in and out of the young woman's anus.

While Rebecca's tongue was delighting Lauren's ready and willing ass, her fingers were caressing Lauren's eager, wet labia, and slipping inside her fleshy pink hole. The sweet double fucking by her mother was exciting the already inflamed young lesbian, sighing and moaning in her uncomfortable position - though she didn't mind THAT at all. She pushed her left leg out, and up. Rebecca saw that, and helped her manage to get her leg up on the steering wheel, making her pussy far more open, but pressing her ass cheeks a little closer together.

Rebecca shrugged, and switched her mouth to her daughter's cunt, and devoted her fingers to playing with Lauren's rear hole, by lying on her back under the girl, her own feet up against the driver's side door. Lauren cooperated by lowering her pussy onto her mother's face.

That was a far better position for Rebecca, insofar as she could more easily, and deeply lick the hot, slick pink slit, as well as have all the girl's sweet cream drip directly into her mouth. She brought her left hand to her own clit, stroking it furiously, while she lapped at Lauren's cunt, and fucked her ass hole with two fingers.

Both women climaxed frenetically, wailing and crying as they endured long minutes of ecstasy, their bodies alternately paralyzed with pleasure, then waving arms and legs wildly. Finally, though, they calmed down, the tremors of sexual excitement ceasing to flow through their limp, female bodies.




Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 02



The two gathered themselves together, settling back into their seats, pulling their jeans back on, then doing their best to straighten their badly mussed hair, and wipe off their cum-streaked faces. Lauren looked out to see a bus boy, his mouth agape, standing with an empty trash can in his hand, staring at their car. Lauren waved at him, and blew him a kiss as they drove off, seatbelts fastened this time!

"I hope he enjoyed what he saw," Rebecca said. "The day may come when he won't be able to get close to ANY female."

"Can't come soon enough, for me," said Lauren.

"Ooh, you're a tough little dyke now, huh, honey?"

"Well, I see every girl as sexy now, but guys are just....useless." Lauren smiled. "Thanks for helping me see that, mom."

"No problem. Thank FIT."

* * * * 

So, that was when they realized that being close just made the need even greater for each other, and they had no intention of being apart for long. However, that didn't mean they had no curiosity about being with other women....

* * * * 

"Hi, Rebecca, thanks for having me over," Amy said, as she entered Rebecca's house. The two women air kissed as they brushed cheeks. Amy looked into Rebecca's eyes briefly as they parted, searching...

"Oh, hi Lauren," Amy said, as she saw Lauren walking down the stairs to the living room, wearing a beach wrap, hiding the fact that she was clad only in bra and panties. "You look very pretty," Amy said. She tried not to give anything away, in case Rebecca and Lauren had not been converted, but she thought that Lauren looked especially edible.

"Hi, Mrs. Roberts," Lauren said. "Thanks. Mom got this for me. How's Karen?"

"Fine, thanks. She sends her love. Oh, and she asked me to tell you she'd love to have you over sometime, maybe you guys can catch some Netflix together?" Amy was starting to get a little discouraged at the mundane nature of the conversation.

"Yeah, that sounds nice, I'll give her a call," Lauren said, casting her eyes at her mother.

"That sounds like fun," Rebecca said. "I wish I could join you." Amy caught the looks passing between the two women, and her hopes rose.

"So, Rebecca, did you check out that group I told you about?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but she was already becoming excited, thinking of how beautiful lovemaking would be between her BFF Rebecca and her cute daughter Lauren.

"Oh, yes!" Rebecca responded, "And what an AMAZING group!" she added, equally voluble. "The relationship that Lauren and I have has already changed for the better....and I'd say, permanently - wouldn't you, baby?" Lauren came over to her mother on the sofa and, standing, took her hand, both women the picture of chaste mother-daughter devotion.

"So...you participated in a therapy session at their office, and um, came home and shared what you'd learned with Lauren?" Amy asked, the excitement and anticipation in her pussy making it hard to get the words out. Her pulse was pounding in her ears. EVERYTHING rested on what Rebecca said next...

"Yes, I showed her absolutely everything they showed me....just like you did with Karen, right?" Rebecca asked, her eyes locked on Amy's. There was an unspoken communication between the two.

"Oh god, yes!" Amy exclaimed with the sexual dam inside her breaking, as she lay back in the chair, slowly pulled her skirt up her thighs, her beautifully smooth, slightly plump legs coming into view for the mother-daughter pair, and slipped her hand inside her panties, caressing her clitoris, her hips immediately bucking as intense pleasure coursed through her. "Ohh, ohh, ohhhhh...." she moaned, even as Rebecca and Lauren fell into each other's arms, still watching Amy.

Amy's orgasm was intense, but short, relieving the powerful tension that had been building inside her on the short drive over to the Harrisons'. She slowly finger fucked herself as she watched the lovely mother and daughter embracing, kissing and casually caressing each other.

This had been the very first opportunity that Amy had to witness other clients of FIT displaying the results of their therapy, much less lesbian activity by anyone but she and her daughter Karen. The fact that it was a loving couple that she knew so well, and wished the very best for, and that she had helped lead there, made her both proud and excited.

The three women continued their activity for a few minutes, Rebecca and Lauren building their anticipation through their loving embrace, foreplay for their anticipated eventual wild fucking and sucking, and Amy getting right to it, masturbating in front of her friend and her daughter, bringing on a series of small but very satisfactory orgasms through her finger fucking, and the strumming of her hot, swollen clitoris, finally licking the fingers she had thrust up her vagina in such frenzy.

Amy had pushed her panties down to mid thigh, her legs spread, straining the elastic of the panties, and Rebecca and Lauren found their eyes wandering to Amy's pussy, swollen and red. A thought occurred to Rebecca.

"Amy, do you think Karen would want to come over...and join us?" she gasped, as Lauren's finger teased her clit inside her jeans.

"Uhh....yeah, I miss my baby, I'll call her now," she gasped as another orgasm tore through her slightly plump body. When she recovered her composure, she said, "By the way, today is our three month anniversary since we started our therapy...we were going to have a little 'party' tonight."

"Ooh, would you like to have it over here...we could help you make it very special," Rebecca said, as Lauren giggled.

Amy pulled her phone out of the carelessly tossed bag next to her, and called her daughter. "Hi Karen, it's me." She listened for a minute. "Oh yes, baby, I love you, too. Hey, Rebecca and Lauren have invited us both over to have our celebration over here tonight."

Amy listened again, and giggled, then replied. "Oh YES....without a doubt, sweetie! And get here as soon as possible." She paused again, then said, "And wear something sexy, okay baby?" then she laughed as she clicked off the phone.

Smiling, she looked at Rebecca and Lauren and said, "Her last words as she hung up were, 'Oh YES, mom!'" The two women on the sofa laughed.

Rebecca said, "I hear the word 'YES' from Lauren a LOT more now than I did before FIT!"

"Oh mom," said Lauren, rolling her eyes.

"Well, let's just try it out, and see," challenged Rebecca. "Would you like to lick my pussy now?" Amy grinned, delighted to hear her friend talking like this to her own daughter. Her pussy tingled with pleasure.

"Yes," said Lauren, slowly.

"Would you let me lick your ass hole, and sniff your dirty panties?"

"Oh, yes," said Lauren, a little more rapidly. "Suck on my panties, too!"

"Would you let me suck on your sweet little nipples, and caress your soft breasts?"

"Oh, yes...please," Lauren sighed.

"Would you let Amy suck on your hard little clit, and then kiss your soft lips?" Rebecca said, glancing at Amy, who smiled and nodded her head.

"Oh yes, yes, please, fuck me, mommy.....and Amy, you too, especially!" Lauren spread her legs, and held her arms out for her mother, her lover. Rebecca smiled and took her daughter in her arms. Before kissing her, she looked over at Amy.

"C'mon and join us, we won't get too far along, I promise, before Karen gets here."

Amy pulled her panties off, got up and walked over, looking down at the two female lovers. 

"Should I trust a woman on her honeymoon who says she'll hold back on sex?" Amy asked rhetorically, a slight smile on her face. Lauren reached for the moist, balled up panties in Amy's hand, then brought them to her nose, inhaling deeply, and passing them to Rebecca, who did the same. Both women sighed with pleasure and delight, savoring the feminine aromas of Amy's body.

Lauren giggled. "Probably not, mommy doesn't know the meaning of the word 'restraint' any more....thank god!" Rebecca didn't say anything, but instead pulled Amy down on the sofa between her and Lauren. She started unbuttoning Amy's blouse, as Lauren welcomed Amy to their home and their arms, kissing her, shyly at first, then more passionately as she realized that kissing Amy was every bit like kissing her mother, but SO different.

Lauren experienced a different taste and smell, a different way of responding, slightly different sounds of pleasure with Amy, as opposed to her mother. But the same rapid excitement grew inside Lauren at realizing she was kissing another woman, one she'd never seen naked before, and probably had never thought about seeing naked, at least until the last few days. As Amy's plump breasts were revealed, still hidden in her white lace bra, Lauren felt a thrill looking at the older woman's cleavage.

"So cute!" Lauren squealed. 

Amy looked at her and said, "Would you take my bra off me, Lauren? I want you to see and taste my breasts, and my nipples...they're so stiff and hard, thinking of you sucking them, sweet baby, just as Karen does...."

Lauren kissed Amy as she put her arms around the older woman's torso, their warm lips coming together again, as incredibly responsive as if they'd been lovers for years. Rebecca was on her knees pushing Amy's legs apart, her eyes widening at seeing her friend's mature vulva for the first time up close. 

"Mmmm," she said. "What a sweet smelling pussy, Amy, and SO cute!" Rebecca brought her face close to the woman's cunt, tracing over her fat labia with the tip of her finger, and circling around her large, almost red clitoris, still partially under its hood. 

Unlike all of the lovemaking shared with her daughter, Rebecca didn't feel the urgency to cum right away in the threesome, and wanted instead to see if she could help both Amy and Lauren come first. She wet her index finger in Amy's tight slit, where her slick, feminine lube was already forming, hot and clear. Curious, Rebecca sniffed her finger where it glistened with Amy's fluid, then tasted it, finding it quite delicious.

Then she reapplied her finger, caressing Amy's puffy labia, and drawing circles around the woman's clit, which was slowly appearing as her hood slowly pulled back, the little reddish pearl of her clitoris glistening with her fluids. Rebecca paid attention to Amy's murmurs of pleasure, and the movements of her hips, to judge if she was properly teasing Amy's hot little pussy.

Meanwhile, after unhooking, then removing Amy's bra, Lauren was kissing and licking Amy's fat nipples, and cupping and caressing her slightly sagging, full milky white breasts. "Oh Amy, what sweet nipples," Lauren cooed, her pink, warm lips capturing first one nipple and allowing it to be teased by her rough tongue, then moving on to the other, as Amy's fingers ran through the teenaged girl's long, silky brown hair.

Amy humped her hips up at Rebecca, possibly hinting that she'd like her friend's face and mouth on her pussy, rather than just a finger, as pleasing as that finger was, while she pulled Lauren's face down tighter on her generous breasts, although Lauren already had a mouthful of pale breast along with the whole of nipple and areola.

Amy began a wailing sound deep in her throat, as an orgasm washed over and through her, drowning her in feminine pleasure and fulfillment. The wailing became more vocal, so loud that Rebecca was momentarily afraid the police might be called by her neighbors. Just then, the front door opened, and Rebecca momentarily visualized a SWAT team descending on the women in the middle of their sex play.

It turned out to be Karen, who immediately said, "I hear Mom cumming!" Giggling and laughing, she sauntered over to the three women, Lauren and Amy on the sofa, Rebecca on her knees on the floor, between Amy's short legs. 

"You lesbians, you're really something," she said in a teasing voice. 

Recovering herself, and looking up at her daughter, Amy said, "Oh baby, you look SO hot in those cute denim cutoffs and that red checked blouse! Good enough to eat!"

Giggling, Karen pirouetted for the women, showing off her beautiful, slim body. "If there's anybody who knows how good I am to eat..." Amy smirked.

"Baby, did you run over here? You're practically glowing! I forgot that I had the car, and your father has the other car," Amy said.

"Yeah, I jogged. I think I'm kind of sweaty..." She lifted up her arm, sniffing under it, and made a face. "Yeah, I'm sweaty...and smelly."

Rebecca quickly got to her feet, and embraced Karen. "Ooh, yeah, you are sweaty," she said, throatily. Then she stuck her nose in Karen's armpit, the teenager giggling, and inhaled deeply. "Oh, Karen....you smell SO good," she moaned. Rebecca looked enquiringly over at Amy, who was reclining in Lauren's arms. 

Amy smiled and shrugged. "I'd love to see you two get together - but just to play!" she playfully chided. "Karen is MY soul mate, right baby?" Karen nodded,

"When I go to sleep at night, I always want your hand on my pussy, mommy. But it's okay if Rebecca fucks me now, isn't it?" Karen said, her long blonde hair waving as she looked back and forth between the two mothers.

"Sure, if it's okay if Lauren and I can have some fun, too," with those words, Amy set the ground rules.

Lauren squealed happily, and Rebecca agreed. "I think we're all agreed on who our true loves are....finally," a reference to the beautiful love both mothers had found with their daughters. The two mothers, though, couldn't help but snigger, as they were explicitly ignoring the fact that they had husbands. "But we can share our love with special people, can't we?" All the women murmured their assent, all of them understanding that the 'special people' would be other females.

Rebecca took Karen in her arms, the young girl's long, straight blonde hair, silky fine, was a sweet counterpoint to the older woman's black, short cut hair, as they stood cheek to cheek. Rebecca looked Karen hard in the eyes for a moment, then their mouths came together in a sultry fashion, as though they'd been born to kiss each other. Their soft, feminine lips fit together perfectly, and it was clear to Amy and Lauren as they sat together, touching, that Rebecca and Karen's tongues were active in each other's mouth, their kiss deeply passionate.

As they kissed, Rebecca's hands were traveling all over Karen's slim, tall body. She slid her hands up the girl's side, under her blouse, to her underarms. Clearly, Rebecca was fascinated by Karen's hot, sweaty body. 

Lauren had been continually excited by her mother's interest in her bodily odors and fluids, Rebecca once even telling the young girl that Lauren's not bathing increased Rebecca's interest in eating out both her pussy and her ass. Lauren thought it was interesting that Rebecca showed the same interest in other girl's intimate smells, too. 

Rebecca's hands continued down the girl's back under her blouse, sliding over her slippery skin, as Karen was content to keep her arms around Rebecca's neck, their faces close together, nuzzling each other.

When Rebecca's hot, wet hands slipped inside Karen's cutoffs to, at first cup her full ass cheeks, Karen began cooing into Rebecca's mouth, wriggling her hips in pleasure. Then, when one of Rebecca's hands slipped between Karen's hot and sweaty ass cheeks, her index finger immediately began stroking Karen's tight anus.

Karen moaned into Rebecca's mouth then, her excitement clearly increasing exponentially. She slipped her mouth aside from Rebecca's to beg, "Please, please yes....yes, ohh, it feels so good.....put it inside me...I love your finger there!"

None of this was lost on Amy and Lauren, who were watching, rapt, their hands slowly and gently rotating on each other's vulvas, a slow and steady buildup to a pleasurable orgasm for each. They, too, were cooing with pleasure at the other's considerate and gentle touch on their hot and wet centers, building to a passionate climax to come.

Karen squeaked as Rebecca's finger easily slipped inside her tight, hot anus. "Oh yesssss, do me 'becca, do me deep...I need you deep inside me..."

Rebecca whispered, "Do you like having your ass fucked, baby?" 

Karen nodded, then said, "Uh huh," kissing Rebecca's neck.

"Do you want my finger deeper inside you, baby?" Rebecca said, as she slipped her finger deeper inside the young girl's tight, hot tunnel.

"Uh huh, yes, fuck me hard...I like it," Karen moaned.

"What else would you like me to do to your sweet little ass, baby?" Rebecca teased.

"Oooh, fuck me....then eat out my hot little ass," she moaned. "It's so dirty, and hot and sweaty," she said, her teeth nipping Rebecca's throat as her excitement reached near its limit.

"I'm going to fuck your sweet little ass, and oh yeah, then I'm going to lick and eat out your hot little dirty hole, it tastes so good...." 

Rebecca moaned, humping her crotch against Karen's thigh. The two women standing began to hump hard into each other, feeling the buildup of their delicious explosions coming, as the two on the sofa also began moaning, kissing as they masturbated each other to sweet climaxes, gentler than the others. The four women endured the sweet agony of orgasm, Rebecca and Karen as they stood together, Amy and Lauren as they reclined in each other's arms on the sofa.

The four women were silent for a few minutes, aside from the sighs and cooing, as they first came, then slowly recovered, but both couples were developing their plans...



Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 03



Daughters of the American Evolution - Rebecca, Ch. 03

Stories from one front of the global war

* * * * 

"No man saw the greatest conspiracy of all time coming...."

* * * * 

"So, you don't mind if Karen and I spend a few hours together?" 

The question was asked by Rebecca Harrison, mother of eighteen year old Lauren Harrison, a slim, brown haired beauty. 'Karen,' was Karen Roberts, the equally lovely blonde, nineteen year old daughter of Amy Roberts, and the request for permission was directed at both Lauren and Amy. Both sets of mothers and daughters had recently been seduced into an extremely radical form of lesbianism by a shadowy conspiracy called 'FIT', short for 'Family Interactions Therapists'.

The group FIT was embarked on converting more and more women to an exclusive preference for the lesbian lifestyle, and these were not their first converts - apparently they had been doing such nefarious things for as long as twenty years, and their tentacles seemed to reach into parts of the government, and who knew how far into the general population!

The goal of FIT was to minimize or eliminate both the influence and the numbers of males over the entire planet - would they succeed?

* * * * 

"So, you don't mind if Karen and I spend a few hours together?" Rebecca asked solicitously of both Amy and Lauren - she hoped beyond hope that they'd say 'yes.' 

While Rebecca absolutely adored fucking her own daughter, Lauren, and had enjoyed her literally dozens of times over the last four days, her need for woman flesh was so great, that other women were almost equally sexually alluring to her. But Karen, especially, was SO hot in Rebecca's arms, she could visualize them both coming to many mind shattering climaxes together.

Amy looked at Lauren sitting next to her, their eyes locked as though some sort of mind to mind communication were occurring. Then Lauren burst out laughing.

"Oh sure, I think Amy and I can come up with something, Lauren said. "Do you play hearts, Amy?" 

Amy smiled. "I can always learn," she said, and brought her hand up to caress Lauren's chest, her fingers running lovingly over the teenager's small, but warm and lovely, breasts.

"Well, it's settled then," Rebecca said. "How about we take the master bedroom? Karen really does need a shower - you smell, girl - yummy - and that's the only one with a shower..." She pretended to wrinkle her nose, and Karen pretended to slap her, but gently touching Rebecca's cheek with her hand, and caressing her there.

"Okay," Lauren said. "Amy, that leaves my bedroom for us. Would you like to visit a teenaged girl's bedroom.....and her bed.....and her very skimpy panties....and whatever wet, hot openings you might find there...and, oh yes, the garden tub in the hall bathroom that's perfect for a bubble bath for two?"

Amy kissed Lauren's cheek. "Good choice, sweetie," she said.

* * * * 

Rebecca and Karen entered the master bedroom, and embraced. Rebecca's hands were caressing Karen's hot, sweaty body with growing passion. She had an overwhelming desire to taste and smell every part of the girl's body - the dirtier and nastier she was, the better.

Rebecca was amazed at the changes in her sexual preferences since being seduced by FIT. Previously, she had consented to having sex with her husband at least once a month, but had never gotten that much out of it - she was lucky if she'd cum twice during a year. And if he was dirty or smelly while fucking her, it was an absolute turnoff.

But now - it was normal for her to come as many as twenty times a day with Lauren, her daughter, and she anticipated that her trigger would be even more sensitive with a teen as cute as Karen. And if Karen was sweaty and dirty, it tickled Rebecca's libido even more than if she were scrupulously clean. The smell of the girl's sweaty underarms, and the anticipation of smelling and tasting her dirty crotch and ass, were making Rebecca's clit tingle already.

Finally, Rebecca said, "How about we get to know each other, then take a shower, sweetie?"

Karen kissed the tip of Rebecca's nose. "I'd love it! But I know I must smell..."

"Don't be offended if I say, 'You sure do - and I LOVE it!'" Rebecca smiled.

"It was kinda strange - I liked licking your face, with my sweat on it," Karen responded, wryly. "Maybe other stuff would taste good too, huh?" Rebecca looked at Karen appraisingly, but just smiled.

"Hey, stand up honey, I want to worship your sweet little body," Rebecca said, lust overtaking her once again, as it seemed to do dozens of times a day now. Karen got to her feet, her short sleeve checked blouse tied at her midriff, the cutoff shorts still hiding her sweet and tasty parts.

Rebecca stood before the teen, between her slim legs. As she looked into Karen's eyes, green and wide with innocence, her body curvaceous, but with smallish breasts, Rebecca whistled appreciatively.

"You really are beautiful, hon," she said. "You look like a cheerleader getting naked for some hot sex with her lesbian lover..."

"Mrs, Harrison, I was a cheerleader. And um, I'm really hoping there's LOTS of hot sex coming with my lesbian lover...Mrs. Harrison..."

Rebecca giggled. "You don't mind if it's nasty and dirty too, do you? I kind of like...nasty and dirty. And you've GOT to call me Rebecca...or even 'mommy', baby. You'd let your mommy lick your ass hole, right?"

"Oh, yesss, please," Karen sighed. Rebecca smiled, and pushed Karen's cutoffs down.

"Ooh, beautiful panties, sweetheart," Rebecca said. "That's a Donna Karan set, isn't it?" 

Karen nodded. "Mom got 'em for me. She says she really enjoys watching me dress, almost as much as she enjoys watching me undress." Karen giggled, recalling what would then invariably follow between the infatuated mother and daughter, and almost always resulted in them both being hot, sweaty and very satisfied.

Then Karen made a pouty face.

"Aren't you going to undress, Mrs-, um, mommy?" she said, putting her arms around Rebecca's neck as she danced into her body, and then leaning in to kiss Rebecca, their bodies coming together fully. Karen's warm breasts fit in just above Rebecca's, the two women's heat and feminine softness turning them both on even more.

"God, you're so sexy, Karen," Rebecca said, her hands all over the young girl's body, hot and sweaty as it was. With her increased interest in women's smells and tastes, and her active libido, Rebecca found that to be a significant plus. Her hands slipped inside the rear of the girl's panties, caressing and squeezing her full, round ass cheeks, slippery and hot.

"Can I ask a favor, baby?" Rebecca asked.

"Sure, mommy," Karen said, "then I get one, too."

"Okay," Rebecca said, as Karen sighed from Rebecca's hands on her ass, feeling her full roundness and heat.

"Um, I really, really want to take a nice, long, hot shower with you...both of us soaping the other up, hands all over smooth, silky slick skin, fingers caressing wet and swelling clits...slipping inside tight holes-" She was enjoying turning the young girl on, savoring the anticipation, as Karen's body twisted and turned with lust - "but before we do, I really, really want to lick your pussy and ass hole. Would that be okay, baby?"

"But it's all sweaty, and um, I haven't, you know, had a bath or shower...you know." Rebecca smiled to see the girl's face turn red.

"That's what I was hoping," Rebecca whispered in the girl's ear, wanting to shock her.

Karen looked at the older woman. "Mmm...okay....but I really have to pee first...and DON'T say anything, I'm peeing in there!" pointing at the toilet. Rebecca smiled.

"Okay...but I'll take care of cleaning you....and what did you want to ask me, baby?"

"Oh, just....can I do it to you, too...mommy?" Karen looked embarrassed. 

Rebecca kissed her gently. "Oh yes, baby, you can lick your mommy's wet pussy, and my tight, hot ass. You're my little baby, aren't you?" Karen nodded and looked very happy, then slipped her panties down her hips, and sat down on the toilet seat.

Rebecca looked at the young girl's mound for the first time. Her bush was manicured to just a tiny oval spot of curly blonde hair above her bare pussy. "Oh, so sweet!" Rebecca said happily. "You're SO beautiful!" Rebecca waited, and Karen seemed to have a little trouble 'getting started.'

"Do you want me to leave, or something?" Rebecca asked. "I know it can be hard if you're not used-"

"Oh no, it's okay," Karen said, and Rebecca, given permission, then openly and frankly stared at the girl's thin slit, and her bra-covered breasts, enjoying her sexual beauty. Karen looked back up at Rebecca with a neutral expression, as if deciding something. Then, finally, she smiled up at the woman, and said in a little girl voice, "Look, see, mommy? I'm making pee pee," spreading her legs wide as the musical sound of water hitting water began.

Rebecca almost came at the sheer sexiness of the scene, and of the girl, in front of her, and moaned with desire for the young vixen, her eyes racing from Karen's face, to the gold sparkling between her legs, and back again, over and over. 

"Mommy, I'm 'most finished," Karen said, 'accidentally' getting up just before she finished, her golden flow running down her slim legs. Looking Rebecca in the eye, she said, "oops," in an innocent voice, and stood there as if she had no idea what to do next.

Groaning loudly, Rebecca walked over to Karen, and sank to her knees in front of the naked girl, her filthiest dreams coming true. Karen had won any battle of wills between the two women, and Rebecca knew that she would do anything that Karen ever commanded, and happily. Rebecca's cunt felt like a blazing inferno, and she had no idea when Karen would put it out.

"Clean me, mommy?" The beautiful teenager asked, though Rebecca wasn't sure if she heard it as a question at all. Rebecca hesitated, then began reaching for the toilet paper to wipe the girl.

"No, lick me clean, mommy," Karen said in her adult voice. Rebecca stopped, the hand that was reaching for the paper frozen in mid movement. She slowly looked up into the girl's face, her green eyes mesmerizing the older woman. Then Rebecca responded.

"Yes, baby," whispered Rebecca. "Always." The girl smiled, and reached down, parting her labia for Rebecca, the girl's deep pink vagina gleaming and wet. Rebecca leaned in, her mouth approaching the girl's wet pussy and mons, her tongue, as if of its own volition, reaching out to lick the girl's briny wetness.

Almost distracted by the deafening beat of her heart in her own ears, Rebecca could smell the salty, moist smell of the girl's hot cunt. As her face approached closer, she could see tiny, almost microscopic droplets of the girl's natural oily lubricant sliding down her pussy walls, and mixing with the residue of the watery golden fluid there.

Rebecca couldn't ignore her own need anymore. She savagely ripped the top of her jeans apart, the solidly attached brass rivet nonetheless flying across the room and striking a cabinet with the force of her passion. Using her left hand, but not taking her eyes off the glistening pink slit so close to her face, she pulled the zipper apart, the slider racing to the bottom and crashing into the bottom stop. 

She slid her hand inside her panties, her fingers brushing over her small, wiry pubic bush, then sighed as her fingertip slipped over her hungry clit. Just as her finger touched her own pussy, Rebecca's tongue finally touched and tasted the teenager's slick, wet pussy, her tongue sliding over the girl's vaginal walls, collecting all the fluids gathered there, then delivering the distinctive flavors of feminine musk, pee and sweat, back into her mouth.

Rebecca's saliva was flowing, from the tangy taste of Karen's cunt, and from Rebecca's extreme excitement.

Rebecca stroked herself teasingly with her left hand, aware that she was already building up to a memorable climax. She brought her right hand up, next to her cheek, and slid a finger inside the girl's tight vagina, the slick wet walls grudgingly giving way to accept the digital intruder. Rebecca concentrated her tongue on the upper part of Karen's labia, and her clit, the sensations from Rebecca's rough tongue on Karen's tiny, glistening clitoris, and from Rebecca's finger fucking, adding to the pleasure Karen had already experienced by her sexual domination of the middle aged mother kneeling between her legs.

When Karen whispered, "Lick my pee, mommy and make me cum in your mouth," both women immediately exploded into long, noisy orgasms, shivers running through Karen's sex and thighs, as she struggled to remain standing while experiencing erotic delight to an extent she'd never experienced with her own mother.

As for Rebecca, she slumped down, not far away from Karen's delicious cunt, vaguely aware that she'd discovered something of the nasty and filthy depths she was willing to lower herself in pursuit of orgasms. She was pleased that she could be so filthy, and eager for more, as long as it involved cute, young girls. It wouldn't be long before she found out more of what she'd do for sex with another female...

After a few minutes for both girls to catch their breath, Karen decided to start things up again.

"Now, do my ass," Karen whispered.

"No, it's too soon...please," Rebecca pleaded. "And it's dirty..."

"No mommy, you promised to clean my dirty bottom." The girl knew she had a hold on Rebecca, as long as there was naughty, nasty girl on girl sex involved. Rebecca felt a secret pleasure that Karen had ignored her objections.

Karen slowly turned, Rebecca could not turn her eyes away from the teenager's rounded, perfectly smooth ass. Her cheeks were hemispheres of dark pleasure, teasing Rebecca with promises of what lay between them, hidden in tight shadow. Karen leaned her upper body forward slightly, away from Rebecca, pushing her sweet little ass towards the older woman, revealing an enticing glimpse of minimally more of her secret opening, the light changing as it reflected off Karen's bottom, her smooth rear flawless and silky.

Rebecca's tongue flickered nervously over her upper lip. Karen looked over her shoulder.

"Is it okay, mommy?"

"Oh yes, baby, it's just so...perfect."

"Do you want to kiss my bottom, mommy?" Her little girl voice again. The fire raged on in Rebecca's cunt.

"Mommy wants to eat your hot little ass, baby. Is it okay....can mommy put her tongue deep inside your sweet little girl bottom?" Rebecca's hand between her legs, vainly trying to find release, her middle finger already slipping in and out of her wet slit.

Girlish tinkle of delight from above. "Oh YES, mommy, please lick my little bottom. Fuck my dirty little tight hole with your tongue!"

Rebecca worked up the courage to kiss the girl's ass cheek, knowing that once she started, once the match was lit, that she wouldn't be able to stop - and she couldn't be sure that this wasn't in some way cheating on her daughter. Her daughter, who was at this moment in the arms of her long time friend.

Karen's butt cheek was hot, and damp, and smelled strongly of her sweat, and some darker perfume. Rebecca's growing love for female smells overwhelmed even thoughts of her daughter - 'the bush in hand was better than the bird eating someone else's bush', as her agitated mind warped the old aphorism.

Rebecca licked the salty flesh, both girls moaning at the first touch of mouth on forbidden nether flesh. Rebecca kissed and licked her way closer to the source of heat and damp, and Karen leaned forward to end the hunt faster, needing her own release, her fingers already active on her own hot, swollen clit. Rebecca reached up and parted the girl's full ass cheeks, her naughty brown hole now in view, quivering nervously, opening then rapidly closing tightly, spasmodically.

Rebecca thrust her nose between Karen's soft pillows, inhaling Karen's hot, earthy scent. To her great relief - and her great disappointment - her scent was not at all foul, but was exquisitely anal, a woman's most intimate fragrance, spicy and enticing. Rebecca's tongue flicked out nervously, the touch of her wet, rough probe to sensitive anal flesh causing the girl to jerk her ass toward her oral lover.

To Rebecca's delight, with the thrust of Karen's ass towards her face, she found her mouth fully on the girl's brown ring, the accumulated tastes and smells of the cute teenager's day's exertions and efforts filling the woman's nostrils, mouth and senses. 

"Mmm," Rebecca moaned, grateful to find herself in a lewd kiss with another woman's hot and juicy ass hole, the woman experiencing her greatest pleasure from lesbian depravity, her needs and desires far darker than she'd ever imagined when she was ignorantly straight, being fucked monthly by her husband. Those days were gone forever.

Karen was equally pleased, loving the feel and the perversity of persuading a woman literally old enough to be her mother, to eat out her ass. That she'd been successful to this end made her feel hot and sexy, and the next time she got together with her mother, she was sure she'd be able to use the story of this to get her mother to more enthusiastically eat her rear hole, too. Not that her mother had been reluctant to make oral love to Karen's sweet little ass hole!

As Karen played with her clit and pussy, she became even more verbal, although she completely forgot her prior 'little girl' role playing - but she DID decide to make up some things that she thought would make the scene hotter."That's it, you hot slut, eat my dirty, filthy ass hole, lick it all up. I don't think I'm very clean for you, my dirty bottom's been hot and sweaty all day long, just for your cunty slut mouth to clean!"

She was rewarded by hearing Rebecca moan with lust, and felt Rebecca's body shake as she frigged herself harder and faster. The older woman really wasn't exactly sure what a dirty ass would taste like, so her randy imagination took over, and as far as she was concerned, she WAS tasting Karen's dirty rear end. It was unlikely, though, given Karen's normal bathing habits. Rebecca's tongue thrust harder and faster into the teen's anus, 

pausing only to swallow the large amount of saliva in her mouth, now tinged with Karen's unique, earthy flavors.

Karen thought to herself, if her future lesbian lovers preferred that she not be clean before their oral lovemaking, then perhaps she would accommodate their desires...

Rebecca licked all around the girl's puckered brown ring, Karen's anal sphincter relaxing as the older woman massaged her hot ass flesh with her tongue, in the most intimate girl on girl kiss possible. Her tongue enthusiastically flicked inside the girl's opening, as she eventually conquered the girl's dark nether hole, pink tongue contacting and tasting pink rectum, returning Karen's anal delights to Rebecca's eager mouth.

After Rebecca felt that she had completely and thoroughly licked Karen's ass hole, she began fucking first, one finger, then two, into the girl's tight ass. This pleased Karen immensely, and Rebecca knew that she, too, enjoyed having her fingers there.

"Ohh, mommy, your fingers are filling my bottom, so good....fuck your little baby in her hot ass," Karen moaned, her right hand busy between her thighs, finger fucking her cunt, and frigging her hot, swollen clit.

Rebecca stood up, her fingers still furiously fucking in and out of the girl's hot ass, and she pressed her body into Karen's. She brought her now dirty mouth to Karen's ear, kissing and licking the masturbating girl's flesh, her tongue licking her neck and ear.

Karen gasped as she felt the woman's hot breath on her neck, then her warm, wet tongue in her ear. Her need for complete intimacy with the older woman overcoming her, she twisted around, both women face to face, their lips coming together in a passionate kiss, tongues eagerly greeting each other, warm lips caressing, and each other's hand naturally went to the other's wet and sloppy pussy, continuing the frigging that each had started. Their bodies were supported in part by the vanity resting under Karen's sweet, sweaty ass.




Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 03



"Ohhh, mmmm," each moaned into the other's mouth, as an immense wave of pleasure washed over them both at the same time, their bodies bucking together in a series of small orgasms, each one a small delight, but seemingly without end, as they both mindlessly came, over and over for long minutes, holding each other up in their ecstasy, the only parts of their bodies they were aware of, their spasming clits, and their tongues, as they drank in each other in their massive climaxes.

The two women melded together in the ultimate expression of their lovemaking, their bodies one, their minds and souls one, a joining that each would remember forever, no matter what occurred in the future.

The two women eventually became aware of their surroundings, as they came back to themselves after being joined together so sweetly as one, their smells filling nostrils, sighs and cooing a delightful aural reminiscence of their lovemaking. Rebecca moved her head back from where it was resting, against Karen's smooth cheek. She looked into the teen's green eyes.

"I love you, Karen," she whispered.

"I love you, too, mommy," the girl whispered back. 

Then they kissed, almost chastely, immensely happy that they could find so much love in themselves and each other. They both knew that this was a special love that wouldn't crowd out the love they felt already for Lauren and Amy. It was a whole new world for them all since FIT had converted them, had shown them the matchless joy of lesbian love, and they could feel love for an infinite number of women, without jealousy.

No more of the competitiveness of straight sex, of trying to 'catch' and please some man. Every woman was deserving of every other woman's love now. No more 'ten minute sex', leaving the woman frustrated, and dissatisfied.

It was time for the leisurely, lengthy lovemaking that women save only for each other.

"Let's get the rest of those smelly, wet clothes off you, honey," Rebecca said. Karen lifted her arms up submissively, letting Rebecca unbutton and strip her. Rebecca unbuttoned Karen's checked cotton blouse, pulling it halfway off her shoulders, kissing the smooth skin of her bare shoulders.

"Ooh, sweetie, you taste so good, salty, hot and wet," Rebecca sighed, between kisses. She had no idea why the smell of another woman excited her so, all she knew was that she was now a slave to other women's scents. She sighed - she knew that her dark interest would make her submissive to a female interested in dominating her, and that it might involve degrading this wife and mother, in the interests of increasing the intensity of her orgasms.

"Oh baby, what is it about the smell of your dirty body that gets me so hot?" she asked Karen.

"Gosh, I don't know," Karen said. "But you've got me interested in other girl's smells, too. I'd like to check out yours, too..."

"Really?" asked Rebecca, delighted to find that she'd found another woman who wasn't embarrassed to reveal such an odd interest. "What kind of smells?"

"Well...." Karen said, shy now, "I smelled my sweat on your face, and licked it - it was exciting. And after you licked my ass - I mean REALLY licked my ass -", her face reddening, "- and then we kissed, I could taste my dirty ass on your mouth and breath - and I LIKED it."

"I think I want to do all the things you did..." Karen finally confessed to her older lover.

"I'd like that," Rebecca said, relishing the thought of sharing her perversion. "You'd really like to lick my ass hole? Stick your tongue in my poop hole? Umm, find out if I was dirty or not..." 

Karen smiled, relief in her eyes at having her own newly realized secret unveiled by the woman who could so easily fulfill it.

"Oh god," Karen moaned. "You're making my clit tingle, mommy!" She pressed the heel of her hand into her wet and gooey cunny. "Can we go back to the bedroom? I wanna have you on the bed."

Excited, Rebecca took Karen's hand and led her back to her bed, next to her husband's. The husband and wife had matching queen beds in the oversized master bedroom. Over the last few days, both Lauren's and Rebecca's beds had gotten real workouts, as the mother and daughter had made wild love continuously. Rebecca fleetingly wondered if there would be any more sex ever occurring in Sam's bed, other than him jerking off in frustration. Perhaps Amy and Lauren would be interested in using it later today...

But for now, she looked forward to the sex that would be occurring in her bed.

Rebecca stopped, she and the girl standing next to the bed. She returned to kissing the sweet young girl's soft throat.

Karen cooed with satisfaction, Rebecca's feather light lips tickling and teasing her. Rebecca reached under the folded fabric of the girl's blouse to unhook her bra, then finished removing her blouse and bra. The girl's smallish breasts were revealed to Rebecca's hungry gaze, a sheen of perspiration covering her sweet tits, her nipples a darker pink than Lauren's.

"I'd love to get your breasts next to Lauren's, honey," Rebecca whispered. "You've both got the sweetest pink nipples, so tasty and hard," she finished. "Lay down, baby," Rebecca guided the girl onto the bed.

"I'm gonna get your sheets wet," Karen said. "From my perspiration, I mean," she giggled.

"God, I hope so....and from other things, too," Rebecca moaned, as she bored in on the girl's wettest and most fragrant parts, again. "Just lay there, let me love you, okay, baby?"

Rebecca began licking the underside of Karen's breasts. While not very large, still the greater part of her perspiration had concentrated between her bra and the fleshy underside of her young tits. Karen held Rebecca's head loosely against her, as the still clothed older woman licked the girl. 

Rebecca was inhaling the sharp scent of the girl's fresh sweat, and lapping at the sheen of salty moisture, like someone desperate for a drink of water, no matter the source. Her hand drifted to the girl's hot delta.

"Mmm," Rebecca moaned, as her fingers encountered the young girl's excited cream, fingertips sliding down her swelling labia, then swiftly slipping one finger inside the girl's tight, hot hole. Rebecca moved her mouth to Karen's underarm, moving the girl's arm up to expose her hot, wet armpit, while she slowly finger fucked her wet pussy.

"Oh god, mommy yes....fuck me, fuck my pussy, it's SO wet....and I want you to lick me there....make me cum..." Karen's body wasn't waiting for Rebecca's hot tongue to violate her creamy cunt before spasming in ecstasy - an electric stream of pleasure radiated out of her clitoris, throughout her body, as Rebecca continued to gently fuck her, as well as lapping at the teenager's fragrant underarm.

"Oh....ohh yes...oh god, YESSS....I'd love to eat your hole right NOW mommy, oh fuck!! Want to lick your pussy!" The girl's head thrashed from side to side as she came, remorselessly, Rebecca's middle finger dripping with the girl's honey.

Rebecca switched to Karen's other pit, licking her there, lapping up the girl's sweat and flavors, excitement growing inside her at the realization of her perverted interest in the cute teen's odors and tastes, and at hearing the pleasure she was bringing to the young girl.

Finishing her assault on the girl's upper body, Rebecca brought her lips to Karen's, not sure if the teen would still accept the smell of sweat now covering the older woman's face. Karen took Rebecca's face between her hands, and guided the woman's mouth to her own, kissing Rebecca passionately, their tongues dancing together in sapphic lust, then lapping at Rebecca's face, tasting and smelling her own sweat, and obviously loving it.

Rebecca felt Karen's hand slide inside her jeans, caressing the outside of her panties over her vulva. She humped her pussy into Karen's hand, the girl pressing hard into Rebecca's pussy and clit, sending jolts of delight through her as her clit was pressured through the thin fabric.

"Unnh, yeah, squeeze my cunt, sweetie, my clit's exploding.....fuck!" Rebecca felt tremors of pleasure course through her, a small wave of ecstasy drowning her as she came under the girl's touch, their lips sloppily pressed together. Karen rode Rebecca, rhythmically pressing into Rebecca's pussy as she came down from her delirious sexual high, then resting her head against Rebecca's breasts.

A few minutes later, Rebecca said, "Oh, sweetheart, that was wonderful!"

Karen smiled back at her. "Yeah, for me too. You're the first woman other than my mother, who's made me cum. Thank you!" The two women hugged.

After cuddling for a few minutes, the two women's bodies in close communion, the familiar desires began to reassert themselves.

"Uhh, Rebecca, I really, really want to get dirty with you, god, I want to cum again and again and..." the tendrils of excitement that she knew when in her mother's arms, now multiplied tenfold in the arms of her mother's friend. "What I said...what you said...about licking your holes..."

"...Suck your breasts, lick your pussy, eat out your hot ass..." Karen was rapidly losing control. Rebecca grinned.

"Ohh, fuck yes!" she moaned, quickly stripping off her blouse, then her jeans and panties, as the young girl avidly took in her feminine beauty with her eyes, and then hands.

"Rebecca, your skin is so smooth, ohh, can I kiss your sweet body, mommy?"

"Lay back, first, honey, I want to taste more of you," Rebecca whispered, then began softly kissing the girl's sweet young nipples, pink and stiff with desire, then mouthing Karen's soft breasts, small but sufficient to fill Rebecca's hungry mouth.

Karen moaned as she felt Rebecca's hot, moist mouth on her sensitive breasts. "Oh god, yes, mommy, suck my nipples...yeah, bite them...ohhhhh," the girl said, as her fingers ran through the older woman's short, black hair, cradling her head to her breast. 

Rebecca was hardly going to be satisfied with just the girl's tits, though. She soon began kissing her way down Karen's flat stomach, pausing to tongue her navel, the girl giggling.

"That tickles, mommy," she said, her naked hips rising up in anticipation.

Rebecca moved in between Karen's tanned thighs, moving them apart, the girl's pink slit opening slightly, the moisture within gleaming in the bedroom light. 

"Ah," Rebecca sighed with desire, dipping her face down close to the girl's wet and excited cunt. Her nose crinkled with delight at the girl's fragrance, a mixture of fresh pussy perfume, and her perspiration. Her tongue reached out tentatively, to lightly lap at Karen's swelling labia.

"Unnnh," Karen moaned, as she felt the first touch of Rebecca's rough tongue on her sensitive pussy lips. "Yesssss," she hissed, her hips moving involuntarily, desire coursing throughout her frame.

"Umm, yeah, lick my pussy...please," Karen begged, anxious to have her tight little cunny ferociously fucked by another woman's tongue. Rebecca was only too eager to please the girl's carnal needs, and even more so, her own, the desire to taste the heat and cream of a teenaged girl's excited pussy overwhelming.

Rebecca pressed her lips over the girl's hot slit, her tongue slipping easily inside Karen - although the girl's virginal pussy was quite tight, the abundance of her excited lubrication enabled Rebecca's tongue to slickly slip inside the hot, moist cavern.

"Mmm," Rebecca moaned, the taste, smell and feel of the girl's sexuality filling her senses. Karen cooed with pleasure, the sensation of a strange woman's mouth on her intimate opening sending her into paroxysms of delight.

"Uhh....fuck," Karen groaned, her head rocking from side to side. "Fuck me with that sweet tongue, mommy," the girl whispered, her hips thrusting up into Rebecca's face. Rebecca licked the girl's cream, flowing from her slit, then used her soft, warm lips to encircle the girl's plump and swelling, pink clitoris as it stood exposed.

"Oh god!" the girl exclaimed, sensual electricity jolting her to near rigidity. "Fuck!" The sensations were becoming nearly overwhelming as ecstasy built in her loins, her entire center winding up in tension, only to explode in pleasurable orgasm.

Rebecca kept her mouth on the girl's hot vulva, as she spasmed in climax, her consciousness drowned in the ultimate of pleasures. "Ohmigod yes yes yesssss!" Karen exclaimed, babbling mindlessly as she came, again and again, her pussy squirting her cum into the pleased older woman's mouth.

Rebecca moved back up the girl's body, to take her in her arms, to absorb her warmth and love, savoring the warm, comfortable smell of her body, the girl's soft breathing one of the nicest things Rebecca could ever remember hearing. The two nodded off briefly, content and safe in each other's arms.

They both awoke after about twenty minutes, the lassitude of their lovemaking bringing lazy smiles to their faces. Rebecca kissed Karen, then looked into her eyes. "Thank you, baby," she said.

"For what?" Karen asked.

"I knew how wonderful it was making love with Lauren - she's the most fabulous - ever, but I had no idea how it would be with a woman who I didn't have the same connection with -"

"You mean, who wasn't your daughter?" Karen asked, frankly.

"Yeah," Rebecca replied grinning. "It's weird, a week ago, if someone had said such a thing - about fucking my daughter, I mean - I'd have slapped them, then gone running to my husband..." Both women giggled.

"So, anyway...thank you, you're really quite wonderful," Rebecca concluded.

"Not really," Karen said. "You did the same for me. Mommy - my real mommy, I mean - and I have been lovers for the last three months, that's our anniversary today, and she's been my only lover. I guess it was time to spread my wings, and you've been just perfect for me."

"Speaking of which, we should probably get back to Amy and Lauren," Rebecca said, reluctantly.

"Oh no, first I get MY fantasies fulfilled," Karen said. "About your holes, I mean. God, I SO want to taste your ass..."

"Let's do each other at the same time, sweetie," Rebecca said, smiling. The two quickly arranged themselves in a recumbent sixty-nine, their mouths at each other's wet, hot pussies.

Karen's tongue quickly entered Rebecca's slit, taking her breath away. She moaned into Karen's pussy, deciding it was more fun to lick the girl's cunt, than to come up with some quip. The two women concentrated on devouring each other's wet pussies, the heat, moisture and heavy musk exciting and pleasurable beyond belief.

Both women came to quick orgasms, Rebecca first, then Karen, short, sharp bursts of pleasure coursing through the two female lovers. Then, they set to indulging their fetishes for randy feminine smells, Karen eagerly moving her body down a few inches to begin licking Rebecca's hot ass.

To her delight, she found that Rebecca also was not quite shower-fresh, and her tastes and smells alone, earthy and musky, combined with the warmth and tightness of Rebecca's anal sphincter, as it gripped her tongue, brought Karen to an excited climax, her body shaking in pleasure, the carnal sensations and the depravity of deliberately, no, eagerly jamming her tongue inside another woman's ass hole, thrusting her over the edge of ecstasy.

Both women contentedly cleaned and licked the other's ass, and their orgasms grew beyond counting when they combined aggressive fingering of the other's pussy and clit with their enthusiastic ass eating. After fully an hour of this filthy, depraved and SO exciting lesbian lovemaking, the two women snuggled together, their warm, naked bodies in close, loving contact.

"We really DO need to take a shower...sometime..." Rebecca murmured into Karen's ear, as she fell into a deep sleep. But Karen didn't hear her - she was already dreaming of making love to a roomful of strange women....

Meanwhile, Amy and Lauren were getting better acquainted....



Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 04



Chapter 04 - Conclusion

Stories from one front of the global war

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No man saw the greatest conspiracy of all time coming....

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"Oh Lauren, I've been SO looking forward to being with you - you're so lovely. You take after your mother so much!" Amy effused to the teenaged girl, who was clad only in skimpy bra and panties, as they walked upstairs hand in hand. Amy had her purse in her left hand, but was totally nude, and certainly didn't appear to be embarrassed at all. 

Lauren wondered idly why the older woman would bring her purse with her.

They were just a few minutes behind Rebecca and Karen, who had disappeared into the master bedroom.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Roberts," Lauren said politely, upon hearing the compliment. "Er, what do you think mom and Karen are doing?"

Amy stopped in the hallway outside the main bathroom, turned and looked into Lauren's eyes. "Well, what do YOU think they might be doing?" she asked softly. "What sort of things do you and your mother like to do?"

Lauren smiled. "Oh, it's so exciting....my mommy makes love to me...." Her eyes grew dreamy.

Amy smiled. "Your mom loves you very much, just as much as I love my Karen. I'll bet they're making each other very, very happy. Would you like me to make YOU happy, too?"

Lauren impulsively hugged the shorter, older woman. "I'd LOVE it!" she said. "Can I show you my room?"

"Yes, please!" Amy replied, somewhat anxiously, the touch of the young girl's body against hers setting her aflame. She squeezed the girl's hand, and they continued down the hall to the teen's bedroom. They entered the brightly decorated bedroom, late afternoon sunlight streaming in the window. The girl's clock radio was on, set at some random news station.

Lauren had decorated the room with floral reminders of vacations that the family had taken over the years, particularly from a spectacular Caribbean vacation of three years past, when she was fifteen, and had met a boy from Michigan. That had been her first real exploration of sex with the opposite gender, and until recently, other than a boyfriend from school, had been her most memorable experience in love - that is, until she had discovered the wonders of lesbian love with her mother, and hopefully, here with her mother's friend, Amy.

"I see you have a couple of pictures of boys on your mirror, Lauren," Amy said. "Are they your boyfriends?" she teased.

"Ugh," Lauren replied, frowning. "When I was a child, I thought I liked boys," she said. She looked into Amy's eyes. "But, I'm a woman now. I like womanly things." She brought her face to Amy's, and their kiss was entirely natural and organic, combining the sweetness of a young girl still discovering her capacity for love, the tired experiences of a married woman, and the raging lust inside them both that would soon be unleashed.

Amy marveled at the sweet, fresh smell of the teen in her arms, and the firmness of Lauren's slim body. Their lips were pressed together warmly, their tongues shyly touching at first, then becoming bolder, Lauren's warm exhalations racing across Amy's cheek, small sounds of pleasure from both women. 

Their kiss connected their whole beings, a doorway from one to the other. Lauren almost felt that she could sense Amy's need entering her body, a warm, wet, entirely feminine need....Amy felt the same, Lauren's desire egging her on.

Their breasts touched, softly, feminine warmth and softness punctuated by hard, erect nipples. The older woman's arms around the teenager's waist, her hands resting on the upper curve of the girl's ass, exciting promise of pleasure there. 

Lauren's arms around Amy's neck, pulling and holding the blonde's face close to hers, Lauren's long, brown hair touching and caressing Amy's wavy, shorter blonde locks. Lauren's hips, anxious for another woman's sensuous touch, pressing into Amy's. Amy growling gutturally as the touch of the cute teenager's pelvis pressured her vulva.

"Mmmm, Lauren," Amy sighed, her lips momentarily and briefly leaving the girl's. The warm, soft touch of Lauren's lips on Amy's was bewitching.

"I SO want to see you," Amy moaned, her meaning clear to the teenager.

"I'm not pretty enough," Lauren protested shyly, her youthful lack of confidence, and uncertainty coming to the fore. It wasn't for lack of praise from her mother, though. Rebecca continually praised her daughter, her intelligence just as much as her beauty, and the occasions invariably ended up with both women experiencing shattering orgasms.

"Silly girl," Amy coaxed her. "You ARE beautiful, but the 'looks' thing is something that men created to keep women competing against each other. We don't need to compete anymore - we need to find out what we have in common."

"You mean, like how nicely women's bodies fit together?" Lauren asked, a slight smile on her face.

"Yes, baby, exactly that," Amy agreed. "And how happy and satisfied we can make each other." Her fingers ran down Lauren's slim back. The girl shivered with pleasure.

"Mmm, that's nice, Mrs. Roberts," Lauren cooed.

"Would you call me 'mommy', dear?" Amy asked, her lips now on Lauren's slim, warm throat.

"Oh god...yes, mommy," Lauren gasped, the touch of the older woman's warm lips on her sensitive throat exciting, and reminiscent of her own mother's caresses there. Amy continued to caress the girl's slim body, admittedly different from her own, plumper and slightly matronly body.

Amy had come to terms with the fact that she wasn't a slim young lass anymore, but reveled in the new found freedom to love and be loved by other women that FIT had brought her. She now noticed girls and women in stores looking at her in an appraising way, and didn't hesitate to return their glances. Either Amy had her eyes opened to the world around her by FIT's seduction, and these women had always been looking at her body...or, just as possible, those women had their attitudes changed by FIT, too, and appreciated her for the potential sexual partner she was.

And she had to admit, she was interested in them, too. The thought of bedding numerous women, with all their different body types, smells, tastes, and sounds of contentment and pleasure, pleased her immensely. But for now, she was with a beautiful teenaged girl, and she was looking forward to introducing the girl to some of the delights of sapphic lovemaking.

That was why she'd brought her purse.

"Mmmm, sweetie, let me caress your sweet little body," Amy murmured, her fingers lightly massaging the girl's toned, slim body, ripe and ready to be fucked. Lauren moaned, already captivated by the woman's touch on her bra and panty clad body. 

The two women kissed, their mouths joined in mutual pleasure, saliva and breath from Amy co-mingling with that of Lauren, their tongues and lips pressing and playing in joy at a woman's touch. Each could feel the other's hot breath across her cheek, the small sounds of pleasure they were provoking in each other, eighteen year old daughter, and forty year old mother. They felt as though they were related, and it made their passion that much sweeter, and that much hotter.

"Baby, you're WAY overdressed," Amy murmured, her fingers going to the waistband of Lauren's panties.

"Are you going to pull my panties down, mommy?" Lauren teased, anxious for just that very thing.

"Oh yes, baby doll, I want to see how big you've gotten," Amy sighed. "Oh, I'm nearly all grown up, mommy," Lauren cooed. "My little pussy is all big girl - it's wet for you..."

"Ummm, that's my little girl," Amy whispered, kissing Lauren's ear, her tongue licking into the girl's sensitive ear. Lauren squealed, even as she felt her panties slipping down her legs.

"That tickles, mommy!" Lauren exclaimed, ducking her head, then moaning with pleasure as she felt the woman's palm covering her young pussy, wet and hot. "Oooh," she cooed. "And THAT feels nice!" 

Lauren pressed herself into Amy's naked body. Lauren's hand went to Amy's plumper, swollen pussy, her fingertips trailing between the woman's meaty labia, her feminine cream coating her fingers.

"Mommy, please fuck me...please!" The girl begged. Amy smiled.

"Just as soon as I get your bra off, honey, I want to see your lovely breasts, too." She quickly unhooked the girl, then pulled the bra off over her shoulders and down her arms.

"Oh, so sweet!" Amy exclaimed, gazing hungrily at the girl's pale pink nipples, and her softly rounded breasts, pale but with a light scattering of freckles at her chest. She leaned in and kissed the young girl's adorable breasts, making Lauren coo with pleasure, her hands cradling the woman's golden head as she suckled.

With both women naked, Amy wanted to proceed to introducing Lauren to 'her little friend.' She reached into the purse, and pulled out the harness with the ten inch silicone dick attached. It was wider than the normal dildo, and Lauren's eyes widened when she saw it.

"Is that...for me?" she asked.

"Do you mean, am I going to fuck you with it? Oh, yes," Amy grinned.

"But...but, I've never been fucked, by something like that," she whined.

"Did you ever have sex with your boyfriends?" Amy asked.

"I only had the two," Lauren said. "And no, they never put their things in me. I DID give them blow jobs once or twice, and rubbed their dicks until they came a couple of times. And mom doesn't have anything like that - at least, I don't think she does..."

"So, MY dick is going to be the first to fuck you..." Amy smiled. "I'll be gentle," she assured the girl.

Lauren had hoped that Amy would decide not to fuck her with that giant thing, once she knew Lauren was a virgin. But she didn't sound like that was going to stop her. The big, pink thing, looking just like a penis, looked like it would split her in two, and it was a LOT bigger than her mother's fingers.

Lauren couldn't stop the tears from forming in her eyes, and running hotly down her rosy cheeks. Amy noticed them instantly, and hurried to comfort the girl.

"I promise you, baby, you'll enjoy this very much - you won't want me to stop." She kissed the girl's wet cheeks, finding her taste salty, and adorable.

"You won't hurt me?" the girl asked tremulously, her voice no more than a whisper.

"I would NEVER hurt you, darling," Amy assured her. "And we'll spend lots of time making sure you're ready," she continued.

"I wish my husband had been as considerate," Amy muttered, remembering the disaster of their honeymoon night twenty years before. To Amy's chagrin, he'd forced his dick inside her before she was ready, hurting her dry membranes, then cum after a few minutes, and fallen asleep, bringing Amy no pleasure at all. To his credit, over the years he'd learned a little bit about a woman's sexual needs, but he was far from being even as wonderful a lover as her daughter, had become within a few days of enthusiastic practice.

"God, if only there'd been a group like FIT twenty years ago, I could have been spared the misery of having a man's dick inside me, and been pleasured much more competently and lovingly by another woman," Amy thought to herself.

Her thoughts quickly returned to her young lover, Lauren. "The first thing I'd like to do, is put you entirely at ease - okay, honey?" Amy looked into the girl's eyes, and saw relief and complete trust there.

"Okay," the young girl whispered, a small, nervous smile on her lips.

Amy commenced massaging and caressing Lauren's taut body, taking her time, just touching and bringing the sensual pleasure of the caress to the teenager, from the nape of her neck, down her shoulders and back, under her sweet buttocks and the backs of her legs, taking care not to touch any of her overtly erotic places. 

Instead, Amy built the anticipation inside Lauren, by assiduously avoiding those spots, until Lauren could think of nothing BUT her most feminine and intimate parts, mentally begging Amy to bring her off. Amy counted on Lauren's relative inexperience to bring her to a state of high excitement, taking her time, touching the girl over a half hour's time without once touching any conspicuously sexual areas.

Finally, though, Amy settled in between Lauren's legs, as the girl lay on her back, her nipples stiff and pointing at the ceiling, her pussy glistening pink between her thin, but swelling, labia. Lauren sighed, with a mixture of both anticipation and unalloyed fear. 

Amy began kissing the girl's inner thighs - her soft lips, and the rough tip of her tongue caressing the teen's silky, warm flesh. As the faint sensation of warm, moist lips brushing sensitive inner thigh made their way to Lauren's brain, then down to her young clitoris, the teen began shifting her ass minutely on the firm mattress, the touch of the older woman's mouth delicate, and intimate. "Ohh, that feels so nice, mommy," Lauren sighed, her hands making their way to Amy's full golden locks, her fingers brushing through the older woman's wavy hair.

Amy began to alternate her lip worship of Lauren's smooth, firm, lightly muscled thighs, with intermittent swipes of her tongue, the rough scraping of the sensitive flesh providing an exquisite counterpoint to her gentle kisses. 

Sharp sensations, clear and distinct, followed the same route from thigh, to brain, to clit, the rough touch on that same flesh only seconds before having been gently caressed, creating a torrent of sensations in the young girl's brain, then bursting through, like a flood overwhelming an earthen dam, and swamping her pussy as her clit was unable to process the flood of sensual delight all at once.

* * * * 

Her orgasm was not exactly unprecedented, as her mother, Rebecca, had given the teenaged daughter countless similar orgasms over the last four days - but an interesting phenomenon of FIT-converted women, and one which really could doom men for all time, was the fact that each sapphic orgasm was as though never experienced before - there was no dulling of sensation, no need to reach greater heights of pleasure with each climax brought on by another woman's lovemaking. Each orgasm, big or small, was experienced fully by a receptive FIT-converted woman, as though it were her first, overwhelming and awesome.

In addition, FIT-converted women were incredibly fast to come to orgasm - but only with another woman. Men didn't stand a chance with women who could find like minds in other women, along with SO many more orgasms, more intense orgasms, and orgasms that came so much more easily. In many cases, FIT-converted women found that their new sexual interest dominated their lives and their social choices. It was much like an addiction, as well as an infection, in that the desire to convert other, supposedly 'straight' women became so strong.

It seemed like only a matter of time before men became extinct - and when FIT-allied scientists were finally able to help a woman choose the sex of her children in the womb, then that would be the final death knell for domination of women by men.

The only possible threat to the success of FIT's plan for womankind (the feminist term 'womyn' wouldn't be necessary in a world where 'man' was a museum piece), would come from an unexpected source, and would only become apparent later.

* * * * 

"Ohh god, god, god," moaned Lauren, her hips rising up in a vain attempt to match pussy with mouth. "Please, please lick my pussy, mommy, suck my clit....fuck, I'm cumming, mommy, ohh, god yes yesss!!" The girl thrashed on the bed, and Amy could both smell the girl's passion as her cream began to flow more copiously, even dripping down to her tiny, tight ass hole, and feel the heat and moisture emitted from the girl's vagina, even now turning a deeper, darker pink, and her purpling, swelling labia.

Amy smiled. Her daughter Karen was almost exactly the same in her responses, and she felt both a warmth in her own pussy and clit, and a deep love for the girl splayed out before her, experiencing such deep passion. Although Amy had been a fully committed lesbian for the last three months, (to her husband's chagrin, this was reflected in a complete disappearance of the sex life between husband and wife, though he had no idea why), her only woman on woman experience had been with her daughter. This experience with a new woman was both wildly exciting, and deeply fulfilling.

After the girl had experienced her shattering cum, her breath at first rapid and shallow, then becoming slower and deeper, her heart rate returning to normal, her thrashing and excitation slowly ceasing, and her body finally relaxing, Amy returned to orally pleasing the teenager, her kisses much more direct, her soft lips caressing the girl's swollen labia, hot and moist under Amy's lips. Lauren sighed, sensing that Amy would have little mercy on her poor, abused pussy.

As Amy graduated to lightly lapping at the girl's pussy lips, she introduced a finger into the hot, swampy slit between Lauren's labia, her lone finger slipping into the tight interior, as Lauren moaned with pleasure. "Oh, yes," she sighed, her hips twisting reflexively. Her fingers raked through Amy's hair, the girl's mind taken up by delirious visions of a paradise of women, writhing nakedly together in pairs and groups, pleasuring one another incessantly and eternally.

Amy's finger drove deeper into the girl's tight, virginal opening, the way slick, though tight, and the older woman could feel the girl's lubricant oozing outwards past her finger, the girl sufficiently excited, though not quite yet ready for the giant woman cock she would soon be experiencing.

Amy lightly kissed Lauren's hot, swollen and completely exposed clitoris, deeply pink and pearl like in shape and glossy texture, its firmness distinct under her lips. As Lauren experienced the touch of the woman's lips on her clit, that sweet organ of love magnified with its thousands of perceptive nerve endings, every single sensation from the woman's lips. 

While Amy's lips had felt like a silky, warm smoothness against Lauren's own lips, when applied to her much more sensitive clit, the warmth was magnified to a molten fire, the heat of a sun filling Lauren with flame. The lightest pressure, the touch of a feather when lips touched lips, became a constricting pressure locking young Lauren into a momentary paralysis, her body unable to move, as lips on clit froze her into a temporary rigidity, allowing her body to process thousands of sensations without outside distraction.

Finally, soft lips were felt as countless touches of gentle fingers on each clitoral nerve ending, the thousands of stimuli washing over Lauren, her screams of pleasure faint in her own ears, deafening to Amy, and almost heard by the two female lovers at the other end of the house, even as they were deeply absorbed by their own love making.

Lauren's body had a faint sheen of perspiration by now, after two exquisitely memorable orgasms brought on my her new female lover, a rosy glow showing on her face and upper chest.

"Unnh, Amy..." Lauren groaned. As though reading her mind, Amy sensed that Lauren wanted her up with her, holding her. She maintained her finger inside Lauren, careful not to move it, and slid up to be face to face with the beautiful, brown haired girl. Seeing weary delight in the young girl's eyes, Amy smiled.

"Was that good?" she asked.

Unable to speak fully coherently, Lauren nodded, then croaked, "Yeah," her shining, love-filled eyes supporting her verbal assent. Amy nuzzled the girl's throat, allowing the sensations from her last orgasm to flush out through her body, before recommencing her lovemaking. As she felt Lauren's sweet, young body relax into hers, Amy began more actively kissing the girl's throat, her lips inexorably leading up to the girl's jaw line, then to her warm, rosy cheeks, and then, finally to Lauren's soft, receptive lips.




Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 04



Their mouths joined gently, softly, female lips to female lips, the older woman hovering slightly over the young girl, the warmth of Amy's naked body bringing comfort and reassurance to Lauren, but her finger, stationary inside Lauren's tight and grasping pussy, promising further excitement and ecstasy. Lauren moaned into Amy's mouth, and both women parted their lips, to allow a further intimate sharing.

Amy received Lauren's warm, moist breath, the girl's exhalation serving as Amy's inhalation. Then, in a lovely, intimate sharing, Amy exhaled back into Lauren, the girl receiving the woman's offering of life sustaining air, both women experiencing faint tendrils of orgasmic pleasure at this deeply personal and private sharing between two women.

Lauren groaned with pleasure, and Amy found herself moaning, too. She began slipping her finger slowly out of the girl's moist pussy, Lauren's vaginal walls reluctantly allowing her to remove the digit. With only the tip of her finger still inside the girl's hot, welcoming cunt, Amy slid her finger back inside, as deeply as she could, feeling Lauren shudder in pleasure below her, and the girl's tongue shyly slipping into her mouth, as though returning the pleasure.

The two women fucked each other in that manner for a long while, Amy fucking her finger in and out of the girl's pussy, as it slowly adapted to the welcome, intimate intrusion, while Lauren's tongue dominated and explored Amy's mouth, as the two women continued to share their moist, warm exhalations, supplementing them by also inhaling through their nostrils.

Both women felt a familiar tingling in their vulvas, soon centering on their clits, as their private, moist sharing brought them to the peak of mutual, rolling hills of passion, both gasping into the other as they came again, sapphic ecstasy once again filling and overwhelming them, transporting the women to a shared place that no man had ever sensed or visited with them.

Their groaning, and the frenetic wriggling of the hips against each other, was the only really noticeable outward manifestation of their mutual orgasms, though a closer inspection would have revealed their stiffly erect nipples, the rosy glow covering their upper bodies, their rapid breathing and heart rates, the faint sheen of perspiration on their bodies, and the near gushing of female lubricant from their slits, as their bodies unconsciously prepared for further fucking. Gasping, they broke their sweet, intimate kiss.

Amy rested her head against Lauren's, as they recovered from their ecstatic joining, both breathing rapidly, hot breath racing against the other's cheeks. Both giggling from the welcome release, the mutually shared pleasure.

"That was wonderful, honey," Amy gasped.

"Oh, gosh yes!" Lauren sighed. "You're so wonderful!" she gushed, full of love for the older woman. The two nuzzled, then drifted off to sleep, content for the moment in each other's arms. They both dreamt of beautiful, colorful fields of flowers, of soft summer dresses, of beautiful women caressing them sweetly, of faint, delicious perfumes of floral and woman scent. 

While there were many odd side effects from the FIT conversion process, in this case their similar dreams were not a side effect of the FIT conversions or the chemical used, but rather an effect of the natural empathy between two female lovers who have reached such plateaus of mutual intimacy and understanding. Their feeling of complete refreshment after such enjoyable interludes of repose would often become a part of their being, after intense lovemaking - all stress removed, all jealousies and envies banished.

They both awoke about a half hour later, still in each other's arms. Amy found her hand still between Lauren's slim, warm thighs, but her finger had slipped out of the girl's delightful opening as they slept. She slowly slipped her finger back inside, longing for the warmth and delicious closeness of the girl's body surrounding her digit.

Lauren sighed as she felt the finger filling her, and the two kissed once again, this a less intimate kiss - more a questioning one, both enquiring with their mouths if the other was interested in more pleasure. With both receiving a satisfactory response, Lauren brought her hand up to Amy's full, plump breasts, and caressed them lightly and curiously. At the same time, Amy brought a second finger with the first, to slowly enter her lover's warm and cozy slit.

Lauren gasped, then wriggled her hips and spread her legs further, to allow Amy entry. Amy took advantage to thrust inside the girl more aggressively than she had before, the girl not protesting at all, but rather progressing to lightly pinching Amy's wide, brown nipples to signal her acceptance of the rougher fucking by her older lover.

Amy gasped, and thrust deeper, both of them descending together into a feedback loop of becoming more passionate with the other, as they themselves felt growing ardor. Their kissing, too, became deeper and more intimate, both their tongues hungrily exploring the other's moist caverns.

Lauren caressed the older woman's upper body, her touch becoming more practiced as she came to know Amy's body better, and reacted to the woman's responses, learning what pleased her. But always returning to Amy's breasts and nipples, because Amy was responsive there, but also because Lauren was fascinated by Amy's soft and warm breasts.

Amy graduated to three fingers, intertwining them to form a larger phallic-like digit, pressing it gradually at first, then thrusting harder as Lauren didn't object, but actually responded more enthusiastically to a thicker, wider intrusion opening her up. Lauren pulled her legs up, momentarily causing Amy to remove her fingers, then repositioning her hand under Lauren's legs, as the girl pulled her thighs up to her breasts and simultaneously spread her legs.

Amy found that her fingers slipped inside the girl quite comfortably and easily in that position, and so judged that Lauren was ready to be fucked for real. She slid away from the girl, and sitting on the side of the bed, quickly slipped on the dildo in its harness. She turned to face Lauren, and the girl giggled nervously.

"God, that's really big..." she said, smiling.

"Do you want me to take it off?" Amy asked, not meaning it for a second. The girl shook her head.

"No....but be gentle, okay? I've never had anything like that..." Lauren smiled nervously.

"Of course, sweetie," Amy said, kneeling on the bed, then leaning down to kiss the girl briefly. Lauren giggled when the silicone cock slapped against her thigh.

Then Amy knelt between Lauren's spread legs, and leaned down and kissed the girl's gaping pussy, appreciating Lauren's scent and taste. She straightened up, briefly wondering if she should make Lauren suck on the dildo to get it wet, then rejected the thought, not wanting to scare her, and spit in her hand, then stroked her saliva up and down the cock. She knew that Lauren was quite wet and slick, but a little more wouldn't hurt.

Amy brought the head of the thick, ten inch long dick to Lauren's pink slit, slowly pressing it between the girl's fat labia, stroking it up and down the opening, to coat it in her slick wetness, and to begin re-stretching the girl's virginal opening. Lauren wriggled under Amy, but lay quiescent to receive the battering ram.

Amy pressed forward with her hips, the big dick slowly slipping inside the girl's tiny pussy, as the girl let out a gasp.

"Are you okay, baby?" Amy asked in concern.

"Yeah...yeah, it's just so big....I've never had anything like that there...but go ahead," she said, her hands under her knees keeping her cunt as wide open as possible.

Amy thrust ahead, slowly, feeling the cock slide deeper inside the girl, and Lauren moved her hips a little to ease its passage. Amy watched Lauren's face closely as she fucked into the cute girl, slowing or stopping if she frowned or grimaced, then resuming the impalement as Lauren became used to the massive ram inside her.

Finally, Amy felt the bump at the top of the dildo press against her clit, as it also pressed against Lauren. "Okay, baby, I'm all the way inside you," Amy said. 

"I've never felt anything like this," Lauren said. "God, it's so much....".

Amy began pulling out of Lauren, only a little faster than she had entered. "Ooh, baby, your pussy is so tight...." she whispered. "So tight on my cock..."

Lauren's hips began pushing upward as Amy pulled away. "No, please, it feels kind of...empty...put it back in me...please," she said, her eyes closed, then opening wide as the silicone cock almost pulled completely out. She looked almost frantic.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Amy asked, smiling slightly down at the girl, teasing her.

Lauren nodded. "Uh huh." Beads of sweat were appearing on her forehead, wetting her brown bangs. "Yeah...please," she continued.

Amy sank down onto Lauren, her hips pushing the cock deep inside the girl, much faster than the first time, as Lauren gasped. "Ohh, god," she moaned, closing her eyes again, and visibly gulping, her breathing increasing.

Amy decided to ignore any future protests, if Lauren should yelp, but as Lauren became used to having the giant cock deep inside her pussy, and became aware of the sensations it was creating in her, her thoughts ran far from complaining.

"Unnh, umm," Lauren moaned, her hips rolling as Amy fucked into her harder and faster. Lauren's small breasts were heaving as the passion and excitement grew in her, a rosy glow once again creeping up her chest. She let her legs go loose, and raised her hips, her feet flat on the bed, responding to Amy slamming the cock inside her.

Amy pounded into Lauren's pussy, loving the way the young girl's cunt held tightly to her when she withdrew, then stretched to allow a forceful fucking as the dick rammed her again and again. Amy leaned forward, her naked upper body against Lauren's, her large, plump breasts covering the girl's smaller ones, both girls' hard nipples teasing and poking the other.

It was Amy who yelped, when she unexpectedly felt Lauren's legs go around her, the girl's heels digging into her plump ass. "Oh!" Amy said, then looked down at a grinning Lauren.

"That feels good," Lauren said, breathlessly. "I like being fucked by you." Amy could feel Lauren's feet urging her to fuck deeper into the girl's inflamed vagina. It appeared that Lauren was taking very well to being fucked by another woman. Amy certainly had nothing to complain about, lying between Lauren's slim legs, their pussies so very close, even as she excited the girl with her first real fucking. 

"Your pussy is so hot, and tight on my cock," Amy moaned, teasing Lauren. "I love fucking your little pussy...I'd like to fuck you in front of the whole world."

"Oh god...yessss....I'd love to be fucked by you...anywhere...fuck my hot little pussy, please...make me cum, I'm your little slut, you can fuck me any time you want to...." The two females were bringing each other to the edge of ultimate excitement, their nerve endings inflamed with mutual lust, the need and overwhelming desire to cum in each other's arms.

Amy brought her face to Lauren's, and the two girls kissed, their bodies now in full contact.

Their kiss excited them both over the edge, the little emotional glass of water that overtopped the dam of their physical excitement. The touch of each other's body, their heat, their words of love to each other, the knowledge that they were two females creating 'the beast with two backs', certainly a forbidden act in this overtly puritanical nation, their mutual attraction and lust for each other - proved too much, and Lauren's hoarse scream of pleasure as her body and mind erupted in ecstasy, cumming just seconds before Amy, who joined in, moaning loudly in pleasure as her clit radiated shocking pleasure throughout her being.

Both women pounded their hips together, the cock slamming rapidly in and out the young girl's spasming pussy, both women's hot cream gushing between their legs and running together on the sheet under Lauren's sweet little ass. Their kiss became sloppy, wet mouths sometimes on lips, sometimes not, faces and cheeks wet with each other's saliva, while their burning pussies dripped with their own and their lover's cum.

The electrical current of pleasure that ran through them, and that almost seemed to run from body to body, continued for some time, and only gradually wound itself down, like a battery finally running out of power. Amy then slumped down onto an equally exhausted Lauren, who had her arms weakly around the older woman's hot and damp body.

The two lay there, speechless for long minutes, the dildo still filling Lauren, who had no objection, or for that matter, the strength to object. The warmth of Lauren's body comforted Amy, as Amy's weight on top of her made Lauren feel safe and secure.

Finally, though, Amy whispered in Lauren's ear. "Did you say something about a garden tub, and bubble bath?" Lauren giggled.

"Yeah...that sounds nice...and I must smell yucky," the young girl said, her nose wrinkling.

"Mmm, a nice perfumed bubble bath, we can both scrub each other clean, smell nice and feminine, and perhaps visit with Rebecca and Karen...?" Amy asked.

"That sounds lovely," Lauren said. "Mom's been asking me to skip baths sometimes, so she can lick me....you know...down there. But I don't feel so feminine when I'm dirty."

"Down there?" Amy asked. "Your pussy?"

"And, my ass....umm, my ass hole too," Lauren replied. "I appreciate that it turns her on, and I do it to make her happy, but like I say, I'd feel better about myself making love after a shower or bath."

"Mm, or during a shower or bath..." Amy said, jokingly.

"That sounds like a good idea," Lauren said, giggling. "And WE can take a bath..."

"Race you..." Amy said, then lifted herself off the teen, and the two ran, giggling like school girls to the bathroom. Because Amy was weighed down with the strap on, and Lauren was more athletic, Lauren just edged the older woman out, and flipped on the light in the bathroom.

"Mm, nice tub," Amy commented. "What kind of bubble bath do you have?"

"Hmm, let's see - we have a rose and ylang ylang blend - here, smell it..."

"Mmm, that's nice," Amy commented.

"... and, um, one called 'Zest for Life', that's a blend of starfruit and petitgrain. Try this."

"Oh, I don't like that as much," Amy said, after smelling it. "And what on earth is 'petitgrain'?

"I don't know. No, I don't like it as much as the first one, either. So, we'll use the rose and ylang ylang?" Lauren looked enquiringly into the older woman's eyes.

Amy was overcome with a momentary rush of affection for the teenager, and impulsively hugged her. "Oh Lauren, you're so sweet!" she exclaimed.

Lauren giggled. "You REALLY like rose and ylang ylang!" she said, returning the affectionate embrace. The moment passed, the two women bonding together in the emotional release.

Amy unstrapped the dildo, as Lauren began preparing the bath, pouring in the fragrant powder as the stream of hot water thundered into the large sunken tub, lined in marble. The two chit chatted while waiting for the tub to fill, each openly admiring the other's naked body.

"Umm, Amy, there's something I was wondering, that mom didn't know the answer to..." Lauren began, a serious expression on her face.

"What's that?" Amy replied.

"Well, why are two women together any better than a man and a woman? I mean, do they get along better, or what?"

"Well, aside from the obvious benefit that you and Rebecca have noticed over the last four days - the virtually unlimited capacity for giving and receiving pleasure from each other - and that really IS important, don't you think? - there are a couple of other things that all of us come to realize about marriages, formal or not, between two women, as opposed to a man and a woman."

"Such as?" Lauren asked, perched on the edge of the tub, her cute bottom feeling the cool of the marble ledge.

"Well, first of all, the partnership is physically more equitable. While there are some big women out there, rarely is there a 250 pound, muscular woman beating on a frail 100 pound woman. But too often, that's exactly what happens in some male-female relationships - and guess who usually gets the damage. It's a matter of survival - sometimes.

Second, as I mentioned before, the desire and capacity for sex between two women is nearly equal in every case. If one female partner desires ten, twenty, thirty or even forty orgasms a day-" 

"No! C'mon," Lauren scoffed.

Amy laughed. "Yes, some female couples DO fuck that much, although not for extended periods - you and your mom probably aren't THAT far from doing it that much. Would you say you each cum about twenty times a day, right now?" Lauren nodded, a dreamy expression on her face.

"And you're probably about average for a female couple. So, a couple doing it twice as much really isn't that far out of the norm - for women."

"But - can you imagine a male wanting to do it THAT much? Oh sure, they tell their pals they'd love it, but I guarantee you, after they have their one orgasm, they're done for the night. If they're superhuman, they might cum twice. But in most cases, not only can't they keep their little peenies up a second time, they don't want to do it again, after cumming. "

"Don't get me wrong - I'm not blaming them, WE'RE not blaming men for their responses - it's simply that they're mismatched when it comes to women," Amy continued. "The net result is a man who knows, consciously or not, that he's inadequate to please 'his' woman, and a woman who, in a best case scenario, is left unsatisfied, and worst case, KNOWS that she could be pleasured dozens of times a day - but isn't - and is mistreated by the man because he knows he can't please her. Its sad, really."

"But, as you've seen, two women together is an ideal situation - an unlimited capacity for sexual satisfaction, and similar views about the proper way to please a woman. Do you think lesbians are as clumsy as men when it comes to pleasing their partner?"

"Third, women tend to be more closely matched in emotional levels - whether for good or for bad - they don't belittle each other either for being too emotional, or too 'rational', though I don't personally think men are particularly rational, that's the general image we let them hang onto, to support their frail egos."

"There are other reasons why female couples really work out much better, but that's certainly enough for now, don't you think? It's really a matter of survival of the species. Decrease the numbers of men, to, say, one for every one hundred women, and don't let them near any weapons, and the result would be a much happier world, in my opinion, and that of FIT." Amy looked down at the girl, who had a thoughtful expression on her face.

"That makes sense," Lauren replied. "I don't have that much experience with males - just the two boyfriends - " she frowned "- but they certainly could never bring me the happiness that my mom and you have in just a few days."

"Look, sweetie, I didn't mean for this to turn into an indoctrination session, though I guarantee you that, just like every other woman who's converted by FIT, you'd agree with what I just told you, sooner or later. Tonight, I'd much rather that you and I bring sensual pleasure to each other - doesn't that seem like a better use of our time? Plus, the bath's ready!"

Amy daintily took Lauren's hand.

"Mademoiselle? Your bath..." and held Lauren's hand to let her step in to the tub, nearly filed with hot water and deliciously fragrant bubbles.

Lauren curtsied, then stepped in. "Ahhh," she sighed. "That feels so...relaxing," she said huskily. She slowly lowered herself into the water, as Amy watched her dreamily.




Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 04



"C'mon, mommy," Lauren implored Amy, holding her arms open.

"Oops, sorry," Amy apologized. "I was transfixed by you, sweetie."

"Do you think I'm cute?" Lauren asked coyly, and probably a little unnecessarily, given that the two had just fucked like bunnies.

"Of course baby," Amy said, as she tentatively dipped her foot in the tub. "Ooh, that IS nice." She stepped into the tub, lowering herself into the water, then lay next to Lauren, their soft bodies in close contact. "You feel so nice to touch," Amy said, her hand caressing the girl's shoulder, her eyes on Lauren's. Lauren blushed.

"Thanks, mommy....you know, I really, really liked what we did in bed."

"So did I, honey. Your little pussy felt so good on my cock, and your body is so fantastic," Amy replied, then kissed the girl, their lips coming together familiarly. They embraced comfortably, two lovers in an intimate and loving embrace.

"Do you do that...uh, to Karen?" Lauren asked shyly.

"Do you mean, fucking with a dildo?" Amy asked. "Although, I wish there were a more romantic way to refer to it..."

Lauren nodded eagerly. Amy smiled at the young filly's excitement.

"Yes, we just started," Amy said, smiling. "We were SO nervous when we went to the 'Mega Adult Novelties' store in Columbus to buy it."

"You had the courage to do that?" Lauren asked. "I don't think I could."

"Karen and I had made love, probably thousands of times in the last three months, and we were looking for a little variation. Don't be surprised if the urge gets so great between you and your mom..."

Lauren looked thoughtful, then grinned at her lover. "Oh, I'm already thinking of us getting one of...those," she said, looking at the dildo and its harness, sitting on the toilet by the tub. "But I think I'd rather do it by the Internet."

"Part of the fun was buying it, and watching the expression on the clerk's face," Amy said.

"You were BOTH there?" Lauren asked, incredulous.

"Uh huh, and we made sure that people knew it was for US," Amy said, with an evil grin.

"What did you do?" Lauren asked.

"Well, Karen referred to me as 'mommy' several times, fairly loudly, and when we were picking one out, I asked her, again loud enough for the men nearby to hear, if she thought the dildo part might be too big for her. She replied, 'I trust you mommy, even if it IS too big for my little pussy, you won't hurt me.'"

Amy giggled. "Right after that, a bunch of the men headed for the private viewing booths. I don't want to have sex with men, but it's fun to torture them!" Lauren nodded, and smiled.

"I'm wondering what to do with Bobby," she said thoughtfully.

"Bobby?" Amy asked.

"He's a boy I was seeing, before mommy opened up my eyes...and my legs!" Lauren said.

"If you don't mind some advice..." Amy said.

"No, go ahead," Lauren said, anxious for the older woman's guidance.

"Well, while it might be fun to torture the men we know, since we no longer need them for anything, at least in bed, well, there's a very real risk that they'll turn violent. Violence from men, especially frustrated men, is something we should fear, for a long, long time - until all of society can eventually be rearranged to suit us."

"That makes sense," Lauren said. "We have to use our 'feminine wiles,' to use a man term, I guess." She paused, then resumed. "I really loathe the thought of a man ever putting his thing inside me. I hope that I can live my life as I want, not some man."

"Don't worry, honey. We already have enough of a hold on the levers of power, that women's rights to exclude men will become evident - I think you'll see stories on TV, radio and the newspapers illustrating that," Amy said, with some satisfaction.

"I can't wait!" Lauren exclaimed, her cute smile once again manifesting itself. Then she launched herself back into Amy's arms. The two women kissed again, their tongues playfully searching inside each other's mouth, their sexual heat rising again.

"We really should clean that thing...shouldn't we?" Lauren asked, looking at the dildo and its harness.

"Sure," Amy said, her clit feeling a sweet tingle. "Bring it in the tub, we can clean it here."

"Okay," Lauren said, already reaching over for the toy. As she lifted herself up to reach over the edge of the tub, her hot little ass, glowing bright red from the hot water, became exposed in front of Amy.

"Oh sweetie, what a cute little ass," Amy moaned, her hand caressing the girl's round butt cheeks, and her lips followed, kissing the teen's softness.

"Ooh!" Lauren giggled, pausing to allow the older woman to feel her ass. After a minute or so, she sat back down, facing Amy, the cock in hand. Lauren brought it to her nose and sniffed it.

"Mmmm," smells good," Lauren said, her eyes locked on Amy's. Then she licked the hard, flexible cock, her pink tongue lascivious in tasting the fake penis. Amy moaned.

Impulsively, Lauren offered the cock to her mentor. Amy took it, sniffed it, then began sucking on it for a moment. "The best part of it is you," she said. "Your pussy cream tastes wonderful."

Lauren took the dildo back. "Then, why don't we put some more of it on this?"

Amy looked puzzled for a few seconds, then she understood where Lauren was going.

"Only if you help me put it on," she said. Lauren grinned.

"I'd love to," she said. Amy stood up in the tub, water running off her now red body in sheets, facing Lauren. Lauren knelt before the woman, looking lovingly at the woman's pussy.

"You're pussy is so beautiful!" Lauren said. She looked contemplative.

"Karen came from here," she marveled, bringing her index finger to trace over Amy's labia. Amy shivered with pleasure under Lauren's touch.

"Yes, and she keeps trying to get back in," Amy joked. 

"Yeah, that's what mommy says about me, too," Lauren said, laughing. She leaned forward, and lightly kissed the woman's clitoris.

Amy squeaked. "Oooh!" Lauren smiled.

"Later," she said. Then she helped Amy attach the harness to her hips, once again waving her big cock in Lauren's face. Lauren once again kissed Amy, the tip of her cock this time.

"C'mon down," she said, holding Amy's hand to steady her as she sat back in the tub, the tip of the cock peeking above the water, like a little pink island. "Now, lie back," Lauren said, as Amy relaxed, her head resting on the back ledge of the tub. 

"Comfy?" Lauren asked.

"Uh huh," Amy said, her eyes closed, her hands holding to the ledge on either side.

Lauren then squatted over Amy's cock, using her left hand to steady herself, and her right hand to hold the cock at the entrance to her pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto the cock, sighing as the thick dildo separated her labia, and slowly slipped inside her wet tunnel.

Inch by inch, she sunk down onto the cock, until the full ten inches was buried deep inside her overstretched pussy. Amy brought her hands to Lauren's breasts, caressing and playing with her small, sweet breasts, as Lauren adjusted to the giant dildo filling her.

"Ohhh," Lauren moaned, partly from the sensations in her pussy and lower stomach virtually overwhelming her faculties, but also from the sweet touch of her female lover's fingers on her sensitive breasts and nipples.

For her part, Amy was enjoying the feeling of Lauren's weight on her, but with Lauren receiving the thrusts of Amy's cock. In addition, she greatly loved touching the young girl's smaller breasts, and her excited nipples. She leaned forward and took one of Lauren's breasts in her mouth, licking her soft, warm flesh, enjoying her pleasant, feminine taste and smell, then pressing her lips over the girl's hard nipples, scraping the edge of her teeth over the sensitive pink flesh, making Lauren groan with the mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Oh, god yess," Lauren sighed, as the sharp sensations raced to her clit, accompanied by the heavier feeling of fullness and stretching from her cunt. Using her knees to raise and lower herself, Lauren began fucking herself on Amy's cock, the sweet feeling of pleasure from being fucked by a woman, a heady source of ecstasy, taking on a life of its own, her body, not her mind, controlling the rate at which she impaled herself on her female lover.

Amy alternated between kissing and sucking the girl's small tits, and massaging and pinching them with her fingers, as the girl banged herself on her. The top of the dildo was pressing into both women's clits - as Lauren lost more and more control over her own fucking, the nubs pressed into those small, sensitive pink pearls of pleasure, driving both women up the figurative wall, their orgasms quickly imminent.

"Aggh, fuck Lauren, you're so fucking hot....god,, you feel so good on top of me!" Amy gasped. Lauren leaned in, still humping herself on Amy's gargantuan sized cock, and kissed the older woman, their kisses now sloppy, both women too excited to be fastidious about their oral contacts. Lauren dripped saliva from her mouth onto Amy's flushed cheek, normal muscle control lacking as her reptilian hind brain took over, seeking ultimate pleasure that she knew Amy would grant her,

Amy was experiencing a similar level, sinking to a primitive level of ecstasy-seeking sex slut. Her pelvis was tightening as it it prepared for an overwhelming orgasm, a delicious sensation of trying to expel ecstasy through her vagina and clitoris. Her hips raised up, entirely involuntarily - she was not aware of it - to press herself deeper inside the young girl she was busy fucking. For her part, Lauren was intent on driving herself harder and deeper onto the woman's giant cock. Both women were only dimly aware that their rhythmic rocking and humping were sending waves of bath water over the ledge of the tub and onto the floor

Had they been more aware, neither one would have cared, as the desire for sapphic ecstasy filled their beings, all sensation now centered in the women's tiny clits.

Lauren was the first to cum, all nerve endings in her body, but particularly in the region of her pelvis, firing spasmodically, figurative fireworks shooting off in her sexually aroused body, the rhythm of her fucking breaking down as her legs received tingles of pleasure along with the command to lift and lower. She was reduced to wriggling her hips from side to side and forward and back, fully impaled on Amy's dick.

"Unnh, unnh, yes yes yesssss," Lauren moaned, words not at all adequate to express her love for Amy at that moment, stretching endlessly through time.

Shortly after Lauren's pleasurable mental meltdown, nano-seconds really, and responding to Lauren's sweet verbal expostulations, Amy experienced her own cum, the feel of a hot, young, excited female body on top of hers sending her into a tsunami of sweet smelling, colorful flowers, washing over and drowning her in ecstasy, as though a garden of roses had conspired to rape her, filling her with a delicious feminine semen. "Oh god, oh god, god god god!" Amy babbled, her body rigid with electric pleasure. 

The women held together, Lauren slumped on Amy, Amy's cock still deep inside her young lover, and the two relaxed, two joined as one, the enjoyable, natural consequence of two women indulging in complete sapphic fulfillment. They lay like that, taking comfort and pleasure simply from each other's touch, the excitement of their mutual orgasms gone, now the basic, intimate contact of woman with woman - in so many ways a far richer and deeper experience than mere climax, and the glue that would hold two or more FIT-converted women together as one.

During that too-brief quiet time, there in the lukewarm water of the sunken garden tub, Amy and Lauren wordlessly evolved their own relationship, one that might endure for decades beyond this day, two women together, regardless of their simultaneously existing and deeper partnerships with, respectively, Karen and Rebecca. Small movements of fingers on silky flesh, of cheek against cheek, of warm breath racing over goose-pimpling flesh, signaled their wordless understanding of how it would be between them from that time on.

When words finally came back to them, Lauren whispered, "Do you think Rebecca and Karen heard us?"

Amy shook her head. "I don't know. I think maybe the deaf old lady on the next block might have heard us."

"Why don't we go check on them," Lauren suggested. "I wonder what mom's doing."

"Yeah, maybe we should, we've been away from them for a long time - I miss my little girl," Amy said fondly.

The two women cleaned each other up, soaping the other, enjoying the feel of supple, feminine flesh, then scrubbing with a washcloth, finally rinsing off. Amy patted Lauren down with a towel, then allowed Lauren to do the same to her.

"Put your towel on the floor to soak up the water we splashed. I hope it doesn't leak through," Amy said, with a worried expression.

"Mothers!" giggled Lauren.

"You'll see one day, young lady," Amy said, serious. "You'll be a mother, and you'll worry about things like this." Lauren shrugged. "Here's some big towels we can wrap ourselves in," Lauren said, pulling two giant floral bath towels out of the linen closet. "I think most of our clothes are downstairs - well, yours, anyway."

The two wrapped themselves, then walked down the hall to the master bedroom, peeking around the corner. Rebecca's bed was quite rumpled, but neither Rebecca or Karen were in sight. Amy and Lauren could hear movement in the bathroom, though, and the door was ajar.

"Hi....girls?" Amy said in a loud voice, as she and Lauren entered the bedroom. "Are you decent?"

Karen peered around the corner, her long, golden hair wrapped in a towel. "I don't think so," she giggled. "Rebecca made sure of that!"

Rebecca's disembodied voice rang out. "Oh now, THAT'S not fair! You had some fun, too!" Lauren and Amy looked at each other and smiled.

"Are you trying to make us jealous?" Amy said, pouting.

"That depends on what you two were doing," Rebecca said as she walked out of the bathroom, completely nude, her short black hair moistly glossy, her body damp and glowing redly. "Judging by what Karen and I heard, quite a bit."

Amy and Lauren looked at each other, both blushing furiously. Lauren spoke up.

"You sound jealous, mom," she said.

"Maybe I am...a little bit," Rebecca said. Lauren came over to her mother, and took her naked body in her arms.

"Ohh, you don't have to be, ever," she said. "You're my first love and my best love." The movement of her mother into her arms loosened the towel, and it fell to the floor, leaving them both naked together.

Karen whistled, then pulled Amy's towel off too, resulting in all four women being naked, with only the towel over Karen's hair. She sighed, and pulled that off, and went into her mother's embrace. The two couples writhed against each other hotly.

"Mom, you smell so good," Lauren said.

"You mean, because I'm clean?" Rebecca said wryly.

"Er, yeah. You have to admit, smelling dirty is fun, but you can't do that all the time. Not and feel feminine, too," Lauren said.

"Lesson learned, honey," Rebecca said. "Maybe we can compromise? You know, I'll let you shower or take a bath everyday, but during the day you forget to wipe...you know?"

"What??" asked Amy quizzically. "What are you all talking about?" Lauren looked at Karen, and then they both looked at Rebecca.

"Umm, I've found that smelling other girls' bodies really turns me on. Honestly, it's VERY hot!" Rebecca blushed.

"Well, sure, I love a feminine girl too, her clean, soapy smell, her perfume-"

"Umm, mom means more like her 'natural' perfume - her sweat after working out, her pussy after peeing, and during peeing, her ass after - well, you get the idea," Lauren said.

"Oh," Amy said. Then, "OHHHH!" her eyes widening.

Then she walked over to Rebecca, who looked at her curiously, lifted Rebecca's hand, and took her index finger and slipped it into her mouth and sucked on it, her eyes fixed on Rebecca's.

Then she let it slip out of her mouth wetly, brought it across one of her nipples and said huskily, "Do you think you'd like to play with MY dirty ass, sometime?" It was Rebecca's turn to have her eyes opened.

Rebecca looked at Lauren, who nodded.

"How about now?" Rebecca said, taking Amy's hand and leading her to her bed. The two mothers laid down together on the bed, wasting no time, deep in each other's arms.

Karen and Lauren, their two beautiful daughters, looked at each other and giggled. Lauren took Karen's hand, kissed it, and led her over to the unused bed, formerly used only by Lauren's father, Rebecca's husband. Karen sat on the side of the bed, and Lauren immediately knelt on the floor between her legs.

"Mmm, you have such a pretty pussy, Karen," Lauren said admiringly. "May I kiss it?"

"I'd like that very much, Lauren," Karen said. "Please do, and please be sure to run your pretty pink tongue over my lips, and then inside my wet slit. It's SO hot inside there, perhaps your rough tongue can cool it down, and lick up some of that messy wetness I get down there."

"Would you like me to kiss your little swollen, pink clit, too, while I'm there? It looks a little uncomfortable, as your little purple sunshade appears to have retracted itself. I shouldn't want your delicate little pearl to get sunburnt, even if we are inside. You can't be too careful." Lauren looked up adoringly at Karen.

"Yes, do what you think best, I put myself in your hands, darling," Karen said, as Lauren's mouth approached the teen's pussy, already wet with excitement. Lauren began lapping at Karen's fresh-smelling little cunt, finding the sweet taste of her feminine honey delicious and exciting. Her shoulders pushed the girl's thighs apart, widening her vaginal opening to allow even better entry for her tongue in the girl's pussy.

"Oh, yess," Karen hissed, as she felt a thrill of excitement course through her from Lauren's rough, pink tongue running over her delicate, silky flesh. Her hands went to the top of Lauren's head, her fingers intertwining in the teen's long, brown hair. She eased her hips forward, to allow Lauren deeper entry inside herself. 

Lauren thrust her tongue deep inside the pink opening, desperately trying to keep up with the flow of the girl's hot musky cream, so delicious and sweet. Karen shuddered as an orgasm ran through her thighs, her legs shaking from the unbearable pleasure.

"Oh god, yes!" Karen groaned. "Lick my hole, baby, drink all the hot cream I have for you, fuck me with your tongue!!" The rest was just babble, not that Lauren was paying any attention to Karen's words. She was intent on remembering the girl's mewing sounds, and her feminine taste and smell there, clean and fresh, and the small muscular spasms she could feel Karen experiencing. It was those things that gave her such pleasure, when she brought her female lovers to the ultimate pleasure. She sighed with satisfaction. It was almost better than cumming herself, she thought.

Karen signaled with her hands, pressing against Lauren's head, that she was done, and any more would be too much. Perceptively, Lauren stopped licking and kissing the girl's genitals, and got up and sat next to her, softly kissing and nuzzling Karen's neck. Soon, the two girls were kissing deeply, expressing their new love and affection for each other through that most pleasurable practice.

"Look," Karen whispered to Lauren, as they returned to nuzzling each other.

Lauren looked up, to see her mother and Amy across the room in the other bed. Rebecca had Amy on her hands and knees, her face against the mattress, her bare ass high in the air. Rebecca's face was buried deep between Amy's plump ass cheeks, and it was obvious to both teenaged girls that Rebecca was enthusiastically, and deeply, eating out Amy's ass hole.