14 comments/ 144448 views/ 52 favorites Like Peaches Ch. 01 By: fionamorgan Susan arrives home from college happy to be visiting her mom, and wanting to share everything that she had experienced in her first term. In addition to new friends, new ideas, and a new town, she had had sex with a woman. She isn't sure if she is a lesbian, but she knows that she wants do it again. Her mother, Joan, is not very sexually experienced, so Susan wonders what her reaction will be. But because they are close, and Susan has always been able to be open with her, she knows that she won't keep this wonderful news to herself. She needn't have worried. Susan simply says, "Mom, I had sex with a woman and liked it," and Joan just smiles and pats her hand. "You always were one to do what you wanted, dear." They laugh, and smile with their eyes at each other. "What is she like? What's her major?" Susan chats on about her friend, but while she does, she is surprised to notice that she is looking at her mother's breasts under her robe. It shocks that her desire for women doesn't stop at her mom. She decides to learn more about her mother's experience. She is suddenly overcome with curiosity. "...And, well, I really loved it when she sucked my breasts. Did you ever do anything like that with a woman?" "The only woman who sucked my breasts was you," her mom replied, "But it did feel pretty good." Joan is a little embarrassed that she says that, but it's been said and she can't take it back. She sort of touches her daughter's arm when she says that and their eyes meet for a second too long. Susan says again that it felt so good to have her breasts sucked and fondled by a woman, and since she is a little drunk, she touches her own breasts in the memory of it. "Mom, when she sucked my nipples, I could feel it in my.... down there." You've never felt that before? " "Oh, no honey, your father wasn't like that at all. I never felt anything like that. Mostly I liked when he was finished and he'd hold me from behind and cuddle." Susan takes another gulp of wine and leans forward. "Mom, would you like to feel that? Because I would totally like to show you want I felt." "Oh no honey, that wouldn't be right. " "Come on, why not? I sucked on your breasts when I was a baby. " The daughter leans forward and with her finger begins to open her mother's robe. Joan pulls her robe tighter around her. "Now, don't, you can't do that. " "Are you sure? " and Susan pulls open the robe and looks at her mother's full breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Please, let me suck them again? Please? " "No, dear." But Susan can tell that she doesn't mean it. She leans all the way forward and kisses her mother's nipple. She hears her mother take a sharp breath. Then she opens her mouth, and puts her lips around her mother's nipple. Her mothers' nipple is in her mouth, and she rubs her tongue on it, and instantly feels her mother's areola begin to tighten. She puts her other hand on her mothers' other breast and lifts it slightly, then squeezes it, and then rubs the nipple with her thumb. She feels her mothers legs open slightly. "Honey, ok, that's enough. " The daughter responds by sucking harder and squeezing harder. "Come on baby, you shouldn't be doing that. " The daughter pulls her lips away and looks into her mother's eyes. She doesn't take her hand away. "But mom, doesn't that feel good? " Her mother just looks back at her. Her daughter kisses her, keeping her mouth closed. She kisses her mother longer, and harder, and when her mother opens her mouth of her own free will, she knows what will happen tonight. Susan's tongue slips past her mother's, and loves finding the softness there. She has kissed other women before, and she has kissed her mother, but this was the most loving and exciting kiss of her life. She feels her body heat rise, and her heart pounds. She is kissing her mother and touching her breast! Her mother pulls away a little, and Susan stops kissing her. "Susan, I..." "Mom, please," and she kisses her again, moving closer to her on the couch, sitting as close as she can and pressing her mother's body against the back of the couch. She puts her arm around her mother's neck, and with her other hand she opens her mother's robe, and watches her hand cradle her mother's breast in her palm. She can't believe she is doing this. She kisses her mother again, holds her close, and she feels her mother's hands on her, tentative at first, and then stronger, holding her tighter as they kiss more. Kissing her mother is sending sparks of light down to her pussy. She has never thought of this before... well, no, she has imagined it. Now that her mother's tongue is really in her mouth, and she is kissing her mother she has to remember that she has had thoughts, but knew they were wrong. She pulls away from a kiss so she can look at her mother's eyes again. Her mother is afraid but not resisting. She puts her tongue all around her mother's beautiful lips as if her tongue was lipstick, kisses her mother, and then smiles at her. "Susan, honey, this doesn't bother you? I don't want to do anything that..." "Bothers me? Oh Mom, can't you feel it?" "Yes, honey, I'm feeling.... it, but it's wrong." "What's wrong about this? I'm grown now. I've already had sex with a woman--and men!" "I know but a mother isn't supposed to...." "Mom, let me suck your breasts again; please, I have to." Susan turns and lays in her mother's lap, putting her mouth to her mother's breast like a baby. She lays cradled in her mother's arm, one hand on her mother's free breast, rubbing the nipple, squeezing her breast, pulling on it. And with her mouth, she nurses, she pulls, she sucks, she gently bites. She looks up at her mother, and her mother smiles, not a mother's smile, but a lover's smile, a smile of love and desire. Joan watches her daughter's mouth on her nipple, and is caught in a memory of two decades before when this same grown woman was a tiny child, and remembers the love and connection she felt then, the protection she felt. She has done a good job as a mother; her daughter is healthy, and strong, with a sense of herself and her value to the world. She is well on her way into womanhood. Joan gently moves Susan's hair away from her face and caresses her cheek, and runs her hair through her fingers. She is actually watching her daughter at her breast again, and it is the most beautiful and stimulating moment of her life. "You are so beautiful there, my girl," she says. Susan sucks harder and Joan throws her head back with a gasp. Susan pinches her nipple and she thinks that she might soon have an orgasm. She has had them, but never from another person before. She breathes faster, and moves her hips under her daughter's body. Susan does not let her go higher, though. She slows her touches, and her lips, and takes her mouth away from her breast. She turns onto her back and pulls off her sweatshirt to reveal her own full breasts. "Have you ever seen my breasts, mom? " "No, I haven't Susan, not since you were a girl." Susan picks up her breasts in her hands. "Didn't I tell you how much I loved having them sucked? Didn't that feel wonderful?" Joan stares at her daughter's breasts, and thinks of peaches, large peaches. They were so much rounder than she thought breasts could possibly be, and with tiny nipples that already seem very erect. Suddenly, she doesn't know what to do with her hands. She wants to touch her daughter's breasts, but can't bring herself to do it. Susan reads that desire in her mother's eyes. "Please mom, they are aching for you." She takes her mother's hand and strokes across her hard nipple. "Oh my god, mom. Oh!" Joan lets Susan move her hand as she wishes, and she moans. Then on her own she grabs her daughter's breast and squeezes it. "Oh, it is so soft," she says with surprise. "So soft, and..." Words stop. She is fondling her daughter. She is feeling her up. She is molesting her daughter? No, not this. Her daughter is old enough, but it still feels wrong. And it feels perfectly right. She watches her fingers on her daughter's body, stroking and pressing and holding, and touching her like she shouldn't but is anyway. Susan moans and gasps, sighs, and smiles. She pulls her mother down to her and they kiss again. Joan slides her body down so they lay on the couch together. Susan presses one leg slightly between her mother's legs and she opens them. They wrap their arms and legs around each other and pull each other close, their breasts pressed against each other, their hands all over each other's backs, waist, heads, breasts. Their mouths opened wide and Susan presses her tongue into her mother's mouth, over and over again, as if she were fucking her mother with her tongue. Joan opens wide to her daughter's lust, and presses her pussy bone against her daughter's. Susan pulls her tongue back between her own lips, and Joan's follows. Tentatively at first, she fucks her daughter's mouth with her tongue, then gives into the desire. She presses her tongue into her daughter, over and over again, and Susan opens, she opens everything. She feels her lips down below opening, opening to what will come, soon, from her mother, her mother's desire for her own daughter. While they kiss, so deeply, mother and daughter, Susan pulls her mother on top of her and opens her legs until Joan's bone is resting against hers. Susan's tongue slides in and out between her mother's open lips and she gently rocks her hips against her mother's body. She is surprised to feel her mother's body begin to move with hers, and soon she is lost in the dance of it. Tongues and bodies together. Susan becomes aware of her clit, and wants it to be touched. She realizes she is still wearing her jeans skirt, but it has been folded up around her thighs. She gently puts her hand on top of her mother's which is on her breast. Her mother pulls a away a little. "Oh, should I..." "No, mom, I love that, I just want..." And she holds her mother's hand and strokes her waist with it, down to her leg and the edge of the skirt. She pushes her hips up, pressing her pussy into her mother's. "Touch me," she says, and moves out from under her mother a little so Joan is lying next to her. Her mother tries to speak again, but her daughter kisses her and puts her mother's hand up her skirt and her fingers against her pussy. Her thong is soaking wet, and hot. Her mother again tries to say something, but her daughter holds her tighter against her mouth with one hand, and rubs her mother's fingers against her clit. She shakes with pleasure, and then puts her mother's fingers right in her pussy, and rubs them up and down. Joan gives in. Her daughter wants this, obviously, and will tell her when to stop. She begins to kiss her daughter more gently, as she explores her daughter with her finger. Her slender finger touches the inner lips, up and down, and she kisses her daughter's face, her daughter's eyes, her cheeks, her neck. She finds her daughter's clit, and strokes one side and then the other very lightly. "Oh Mom, that feels so good." She slides her fingers down into Susan's wetness and brings up more juice, moving her finger in a circle around around her clit. "Oh mom, that feels so good." More circles. "Oh, don't stop." More circles, and Susan moves her clit in coordination with her mother's finger tip. "Yes, mom, yes. like that." More touching, more juice. "Mom, you're going to make me come." Joan is dazed. She is touching her daughter as a mother should not, yet she would never stop. Her daughter is about to come under her fingers, and she is listening to her. Listening to her words, so sweet as they are whispered, "Mom, yes, like that, please, don't stop, yes, so good, so good." And she is listening to her daughter's body. Her clit presses up into her finger, and then away. She doesn't need to know how to do this, she just needs to be receptive. "Mom, yes, oh, oh, I'm going to come. Make me come, mama, yes, mom, mama oh. " Joan, kisses her daughter as she moans and comes, gasping and crying, holding on to her mother as she shakes and dances, pressing her clit into her mother's finger and then pulling away as she rides her orgasm's waves. Joan can't believe her ears, to hear her daughter's sighs of pleasure. Love swells in her, and she covers her daughter with kisses. As the waves subside, she cups her hand around Susan's pussy. But Susan is not about to stop now. Her first orgasm always gets her started. Joan lies on Susan's chest, her hand on one perfect breast. But after just a few minutes rest, Susan asks, "Mom, can we go to your room? " Instead of protesting, as she was about to, she simply says, "Yes." Joan gets up off the couch and looks down at her daughter, flushed, topless, skirt around her waist, naked legs open. She holds out her hand. Susan takes it, rises, and steps out of her skirt and thong. Her mother looks at her naked body, even her hairless pussy. She pulls her robe around her. "Come here, honey." She takes Susan's hand and leads her into her bedroom. Susan enters her mother's bedroom, and notes that it is as it has always been, but will never be the same. Because she is about to get into her mother's bed as a lover, not a child. Her mother is at the bed, folding back her blankets, and opening them. She takes off her robe and climbs onto the bed, holding open the sheets. "Come in honey." Susan climbs in under her mother's arm, and the sheets descend around her, so comforting, and warm. Her mother kisses her again, and with desire. Susan opens her mouth to those kisses and in seconds mother and daughter are again kissing and stroking everywhere, squeezing breasts and ass and pushing legs between and over. They roll around, sometimes Susan on top, sometimes Joan. They both say to each other, "I love you" and kiss deeply each time they do. Susan puts her fingers into her own pussy lips and then in to her mother's mouth. "Taste how wet I am for you, mother." Joan sucks on Susan's fingers. She has never tasted a woman's juice before, not even her own. She realizes what Susan is suggesting. Her own pussy is yet untasted by anyone, yet her daughter wants her to kiss her there. To put her mouth on another woman's vulva, her own daughter's. She knows she will. She will be like her daughter, and do what she wants to do. **************************** Please write me if you liked this. I'd love to hear from you. Like Peaches Ch. 02 Susan feels her mother's tongue on her fingers, and her body shudders as she watches them disappear between her mother's lips. She could never tell anyone about this, to have sex with your mother is supposed to be so wrong, but feels so good and seems so right. For the two of them. She has ever dreamed she could be this turned on. Her own scent is in her mother's mouth as she pulls back her fingers and kisses her mother again, their tongues caressing each other, their bodies pressed as close as they can be, their arms and legs holding each other tightly. Susan begins to rub her pussy hard against Joan's thigh, and gently pushes her on her back so that she can press her bone more insistently against her. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm so hot. I've never felt like this before. I've never wanted to touch anyone as bad as I want to touch you." "Honey, you are so beautiful," Joan whispers into Susan's ear. "I want to look at you you; sit up, will you?" Susan pulls herself up from Joan's embrace and sits with her pussy, hot and dripping, resting above her mother's bush. She rubs her lips against it, and raises her arms above her head to stretch out the sexual energy that is almost too much to bear. "Oh, Mom, this feels so good." "Honey, oh honey, just look at you. Do you realize how beautiful you are?" Joan reaches up and holds Susan's breasts in both her hands. She rubs her daughter's small pink nipples with her thumbs and squeezes the soft, tender globes, hypnotized by the sight, and the pleasure of touching her daughter this way. She unconsciously raises her hips into her daughter's pussy. "Your breasts are so perfect, your body is so beautiful. You're just perfect, and I can't believe that you're my little girl all grown up." Susan leans down, her breasts still cupped in her mother's fingers. "I never felt as beautiful as I do right now, Mom." She rubs her cunt against her mother's some more. "Oh please, I need your mouth. " Susan leans forward pulling her breasts from her mother's hands and swinging them into Joan's face. Joan kisses one nipple and then then other. "Oh yes, Mom, suck them, suck my titties." Joan moans and takes one of Susan's nipples into her mouth. She sucks hungrily, and massages Susan's other breast in her hand. Susan moans, Susan gasps. "Oh God, Mom, Oh God." Again she feels the rush from her nipples down to her pussy. Joan does not know what it is like to put her tongue to a clitoris, but she thinks of her daughter's clit as she sucks on one one nipple, and then the other, while her daughter sighs and gasps above her. Susan holds herself up on her arms and watches one breast and then the other pleasured by her mother's lips and tongue. She knows she wanted to start something, but she had no idea making love with her own mother would be this transcendent of any experience she had ever imagined. She rocks herself against her mother's body. She wants more. Susan puts her hands on the headboard and pulls her pussy up to her mother's face. Joan's eyes grow wide, and she looks up at her daughter. Holding each other's gaze, Joan opens her mouth, and Susan presses her cunt lips to her mother's mouth. Her pussy is so open and wet and Joan's tongue slides smoothly and hot between her lips. Susan cannot believe this is happening. Her own mother, going down on her. She presses into her mother face, and Joan responds by finding her clit and sucking hard on it. "Oh, oh Mom, yes, like that. Oh, Jesus. Yes, suck my clit just like you are." Joan circles the tip of her tongue around her daughter's clit and sucks it. She can feel how this makes her daughter feel, and she does exactly as she wished had been done to her but never was. It is as if she's been waiting for this her entire life, to experience vicariously what she had always wanted, by doing it for the woman closest to her. She holds her daughter's hips in her hands, and lovingly strokes her waist, her curving butt, and her lower back. All the while, her tongue weaves between her daughter's cunt lips, her tongue goes up inside, around her clit, and then sucks, sucks her clit until her daughter moans and cries, calls her "Mom," and "Mommy," and says "Oh my God, oh my God" and rocks her body against her face. Susan's rocking quickens, and she presses her clit harder into Joan's mouth. Joan rubs her clit with her tongue harder now, and Susan responds by pressing back against her mother. Joan loses herself in the reality, she is lost in all her senses soaked in her daughter's sex: her daughter's skin, the taste and smell of her daughter's womanhood, her daughter's sighs of ecstasy, the looking up and seeing her daughter's perfect breasts, her dear familiar face, and catching her eyes dark with pleasure. Suddenly, Joan's mouth is flooded with Susan's juice, and she is coming again. "Mom, oh god, Mom, Mommy, I'm coming, I'm coming, Oh Mom, it's so good, so good. " Still shaking with pleasures, Susan lowers herself and kisses her mother deeply. Joan holds her close, and strokes her back while she continues to shudder with the aftershocks. "Oh, baby. Oh baby girl." Susan kisses her mother again, loving the taste of pussy on her face. "Oh mom, that was so wonderful. I loved looking down at you while you were there on me. " "Susan, besides giving birth to you, this is the best thing I've ever done." "Well, I'm glad I get to remember this one!" They laugh, and kiss again, and Susan sits up and puts her hands on her mother's breasts, fondling them, and gently rubbing her mother's nipples. Joan puts her hands up and touches Susan's breasts at at the same time. They smile at each other for a while, enjoying the gentle mutual pleasure. "Mom, I love your breasts. I've been staring at them all night. I couldn't believe it, but I was." "Susan, I need to tell you something. When you told me that you had had sex with a woman, I was so happy for you, and so happy that you could tell me. I don't want... this... us... to ever get in the way of you being with your friend." Susan is about to tell her mom that she doesn't want to think about anyone else right now, but the look in her mother's eyes is so serious, and Susan knows what she is saying is right. "Ok, Mom." Susan leans forward, and puts her mouth lightly on Joan's lips. "I feel so loved right now. Do you know how I love you? Can you?" Susan begins to rock her hips, and Joan responds. With their mouths so close together, they begin to breath in unison, in and out, while their pussies undulate together. Susan puts her hand down and between them, and touches her mother's vulva. Her lips are already open, and Susan presses her fingers into her mother's vagina. First two, then three. "Susan, oh Susan is that....should you? " "Yes, Mom, I need to. I need to be inside you. Don't you want me to? I need to I love you. Please don't say stop now. You have to let me." Susan kneels back so she can watch fingers in her mother, and see Joan's face while she's entering her. Joan looks down at Susan, and Susan meets her eyes, and smiles. They don't look away, their eyes are wide with love and desire for each other. "I'm fucking my own mother," Susan thinks, "And no, I will never, ever forget this moment for as long as I live." "Mom, I'm inside you." "Oh yes, you are, and .... I've never felt....." "I can feel you all around my fingers, I can feel you here." Susan's hands curl up and stroke Joan's vagina behind her clit. "Oh... oh, Susan, what is that? " "That's your g-spot, Mom." "Susan, don't stop, keep doing that. That's incredible. " Susan's fingers curl around her mother's pussy bone and stroke that spot behind the clit that she had only recently learned about herself. The effect on Joan surprises them both. Joan lifts her legs and opens her thighs as far as she can, and Susan leans over her, her round breasts brushing her mother's belly lightly as she continues to both fuck in and out and curl her fingers inside stroking the place there where Joan's body seemed to tell her to touch. Pleasure overtakes Joan, she presses her head into the pillow and closes her eyes. She exists only in this moment, and these sensations that her daughter is giving her. With her hands, she holds her legs up and open, holding herself open to whatever her daughter wants to do to her, because the ecstasy is everything. She breathes deeply and and her exhalations become louder and louder. Susan is amazed by her mother's abandon and she slides in another finger, so that all four of them are now inside, and dancing against her mother's pleasure spot. She is amazed by her mother's black bush of hair, and she is blown way that she is actually doing this. As her mother's breathing deepens, Susan begins to fuck her mother more forcefully, pressing her fingers up against the top of her vagina hard and fast. Joan crys out, and Susan knows it's not from pain. "Oh Mom, this is so fuh...fricking hot." Even though she is fucking her mother, she knows that she wouldn't like it if she said the word. "Oh, Honey," Joan puts one hand up to Susan's shoulder. "Keep doing that, don't stop, don't stop. Keep fucking me." "You want me to fuck you, Mom?" Susan is surprised, and even more turned on that her mom is talking dirty. "Fuck me, Susan, Oh, Susan, fuck me, fuck me." So Susan fucks her mother, push, push, push, with her strength and desire behind every stroke. Joan raises up her hips, and in her excitement begins calling out wordlessly as Susan fucks her steady, ceaselessly, and with the stamina of youth. "Oh Susan, oh honey, baby, baby girl, Oh, Susan. Something is, oh, oh honey....." Joan's vagina contracts around Susan's hand, and Joan soaks the sheets under herself with juice. Susan slows her stroking, then tenderly draws her hand out. "Oh honey, that was amazing. I've never felt that before." "You've come before, haven't you, Mom?" "Yes, I have, but nothing like that. It was so deep and inside." "Oh, mama, that was so awesome. I have never seen anything like it before. You came all over my hand. I want to...." Susan bends down to finally taste her mother. She lays flat between her mother's legs, her Joan now exhausted in the afterglow. She puts her face up close, and breathes in deeply. Oh, the scent of a woman, and this time, the first woman, her mother, and now her lover. She brushes her mother's hair against her face, damp with juice. She opens Joan's cunt with her hands and looks into it, its swollen and open lips, and her clit hard and under its hood. Susan stretches forward and puts her lips on the hood hiding her mother's clit. She just holds her lips there, feeling the clit slightly between her lips. Then she presses forward her tongue and touches it lightly. Joan startles. "Mom, is your clit too sensitive? Is it too soon? " "No, please, do whatever you want. Do everything, I'm yours." *************************** I hope you liked this story. Thanks for reading it. You can write me. Like Peaches Ch. 03 Rachel touched her clit lightly for a while, then slid her fingers between her opened lips. She pulled her juice up and over her clit, swirling. She was so wet. This fantasy was making her so wet. This was the best fantasy she had ever invented. It was a lesbian fantasy, of course. Although she had never had sex with another women, all her fantasies were of women. Imagining another woman's mouth in her pussy always pushed her over the edge. Especially if that mouth wore lipstick. Sometimes it was the other woman's first time too. Sometimes woman was experienced. Sometimes it was a women at the gym, or a customer she met at work. Sometimes it was a younger woman, like the college students she noticed at the cafes. Right now it is a younger woman, a woman who is teaching her. She is wearing dark red lipstick, and moaning into Rachel's pussy, her hands hands roaming over her belly and her breasts. And there is another woman in bed with them. She wasn't quit there yet. She wanted to bring herself still higher. She took deep moaning breaths and rocked her hips into her finger. She is imaging two women, one her age, the other about 20 years younger. They are both focused on pleasuring her. In this fantasy, she has already kissed and touched and explored them, now she knows she's going to come, and they are pleasuring her, she opens to their touch, to the two women's touches, and kisses. She imagines older woman laying on her arm and kissing her and sucking her breasts. This woman isn't entirely imaginary. She is here at the hot springs retreat where Rachel is spending the weekend. Where Rachel never expected to find women who would inspire this exceedingly hot fantasy. The older woman who is kissing her and sucking her breasts has the face of one of the women she met this morning. Rachel kisses this woman, opening her mouth to her, feeling her tongue enter. They stop kissing and smile at each other, and then both of them look down her body at the younger woman. This other woman, with her red lips and her moans and her tongue on her clit, this woman is also a real woman, the companion of the other. She met them at the "complementary breakfast," and then chatted with them throughout the day as they soaked and sunned themselves. Oh, they must be lovers, Rachel thought. They are obviously lovers. They weren't holding hands or overtly kissing, but they touch too much to be just friends. And there was an charge in how the older one looked at the younger one. The way the younger one looked back. Rachel had watched them and it was as if she had a sixth sense that could see the sexual desire jump between their eyes. She remembered how the older one handed the other a towel at the pool and rubbed her back with it. Rachel touched her own breast and her nipple stiffened in under her finger and with the memory. Rachel's finger pressed a little harder on her clit, and she rocked her hips into her hand with a quickening rhythm that brought her closer. She has met lesbian couples before. She's even had the fantasy of having sex with her lesbian neighbors after that one time they came over for a barbecue. But this couple is different. They aren't just lesbians, and Rachel strokes her clit faster, oh oh, she's getting so excited. So close. Oh lord, they are mother and daughter. Rachel pinches one of her nipples; she squeezes her breast. Oh, this is so wrong. Just because they are a couple and just because one is older than the other. Doesn't mean they are mother and daughter. (Yes, it does. You know they are.) But they look so much alike! A mother and a daughter that have sex with each other. They are lovers, mother and daughter lovers. Incest between a mother and a daughter. She got a tummy flutter every time she said it to herself: Mother and daughter. Lovers. And they were in public at this hot spring resort. Discrete, yes, but they have a heat for each other. She knows it. Can anyone else? I'm a pervert. (No you're not, you're perceptive. Because this turns you on, accept it.) She had seen them going into a private tub room. She had seen them on the deck, sunning themselves nude, and reading. She had seen them leaving the cabin area to go on a walk through the forest and the younger woman reached out her hand to the other and then they walked arm in arm. Smiling at each other. They are mother and daughter. And they are lovers. She imagines that she and the mother look down her naked body as her beautiful daughter, with the same narrow jaw and dark eyes, licks Rachel's clit up and down, up and down, just exactly as wants it, while fucking her slowly, pressing upward. The daughter puts in another finger, stroking the backside of her clit. Rachel imagines how she would love how full she would feel with another woman's hand in her, and how the fingers would stroke with intention, with exactly the right rhythm. Rachel stopped touching her clit to fuck herself. Oh this fantasy is so hot. It feels so good. She rubs her breasts and belly and imagines it is the mother touching her, and sucking her breasts, and watching her daughter go down on her. How can you think this? It would be so wrong for a mother and a daughter to have sex. It is such a violation. (Not if the daughter is an adult). But if mother and daughters are lovers, then what of the healthy separation that mothers and daughters must have for the daughter's development? (Oh shut up, Doctor Amateur Psychologist!) Rachel imagines the daughter removing her hand from her pussy and putting her fingers into her mother's while continuing to lick, to suck, to moan. The mother moves her hips against Rachel's body. Her daughter is fucking her mother now. The mother's tongue runs across Rachel's hard nipple. Oh, god, this is so hot, fuck me, kiss me, fuck her oh oh oh. "Oh Mom, she tastes so good," the daughter says, and just that sentence, and that lustful look between a daughter to her mother, sends her over. They are lovers, a mother and a daughter, making love to me. Rachel came, her hips bucked, she squirted onto the luxury sheets. She cried out; she didn't hold back. This was a place where people soaked naked in hot water all day and made love in the scattered cabins at night. If anyone heard her, no one would know she was alone. Her breathing slowed as the pleasure of her orgasm melted through her body and she laughed at herself. She was amused and a little discomfited that she had just made herself come by thinking dirty things about the two nice women she had shared a cup of coffee and small talk with. There was nothing unusual with thinking they were lesbians, this was Northern California, and it was likely that they were. But why would she think that they were incestuous lovers? What put that thought into her head? And why did it get her so excited? She started to feel terrible about what she had just done. There was a reason why mother and daughter incest was taboo. She couldn't think of what it was, but it was wrong. She put her fingers to her pussy again. ********** She was still in bed, naked, alone, and sleeping satisfied after her three orgasms. Something had awakened her. It was the two women next door. She could hear them. Making love. **** The next morning, she chose the silk blouse that made her breasts look large and touchable. She hoped to find them at breakfast. Like Peaches Ch. 04 Joan woke up and checked the time. 3 am. Susan slept curled under her arm, their legs spooned up together like--well, like lovers. Images of last night's love making filled her mind, and then shame rose up from her belly like a fever. Oh god. What had she done? Joan slipped out of bed as carefully as she could and made her way to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee, and held herself, rocking, tears rising up, and the heat of shame literally making her skin crawl. Why had she done this? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She had had sex with Susan. How could she face her in the morning? This was wrong, wrong, wrong. Then, a memory of Susan's smile as she looked down at her mother's pussy. Susan will be damaged. They must never speak of this. The taste of Susan's pussy in her mouth, the insistence of her clit under her tongue. Joan shivered, wiped herself-- oh God, she's still so wet--stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. "You have had sex with your daughter. You are a pervert. You've violated her," she said to bleary-eyed self. And as she heard herself say these self-incriminating words she did not truly believe, her imagination was overwhelmed with the memories. The intensity of her fingers deep in her daughter's vagina, how her nipples stayed hard in her mouth, and the joy of her cries when she came. She came. Susan came from her touch. Now she was getting cold. Should she go back to bed? Maybe she should sleep on the couch? Oh! the couch, where they first kissed... Despite Joan's care, Susan had awoken just as her mother slipped from their warm sheets. It took her a few seconds to realize she was in mom's room. And what they had done. She had had sex with her mom. And it was so hot. Susan's body immediately warmed with excitement as the details became clear of where she was and what they had done. Her memories flooded with the sight of her mother's dark eyes, and her full breasts, the feel of her clit under Susan's finger, the sounds of her mother's whispers in her ears. She trembled under the sheets as a bolt of excitement shot through her. She turned and put her arms into the empty place where Joan had lain, and waited for her to return to bed. By the time Joan returned, Susan had fallen asleep again, but she woke enough to open her arms, and pull Joan toward her. Susan slid her legs between her mother's to hold her close, then closer. She felt that Joan may have pulled back just slightly, but Susan pulled naked warm body close to warm Joan's chilly skin. Holding her tight against her, she felt Joan shudder, and then gasp as she began to cry. "Mom, what's wrong?" "Oh Susan, what have we done? How could I have done this?" she whispered desperately. "Shhhh, shhh, Mom, don't worry." Susan was shocked that her mother would be feeling responsible for anything. Not only did she feel ecstatic to have made love with her mother, but she felt that she had seduced her mom herself. Joan sobbed into Susan's neck, saying something that Susan couldn't understand. "Shhhh, shhh, Mom, it's ok. I'm ok." Susan kissed her lips, and kissed her tears. They looked into each other's eyes in the dim light. Susan kissedher face, saying, "It's ok," "Don't worry," and "I love you, I love you," over and over. Susan gave her mother consoling kisses on her face, on her throat. Joan's protests ceased. Susan cupped her mother's breast, and then slid down her body so that she could suck it. She held her mother's breasts in her hands, and nursed. Just nursed. Joan stopped crying. Joan held Susan's head, her fingers entwined in her hair, and she wiped away the last of her tears. "Oh baby girl," she said, looking down as Susan sucked, and nursed, with intensity, at her nipple. Susan stroked Joan's back and settled in to a rhythmic quiet sucking, and Joan relaxed into the pleasure of holding her girl again, being alone in bed with her, comfortable, warm, and surrounded in a bubble of love. Susan continued to nurse, and Joan dozed. She dreamed of other mothers who made love with their daughters. Of mothers and daughters who were lovers in every nation, speaking every language, today, right now, and going back to the beginning of history. Joan shifted a little, holding Susan closer, and Susan turned so that she sucked on Joan's other nipple, and settled again into a rhythmic nursing, nursing, nursing; opening and closing her jaw so that Joan's entire areola was surrounded by her lips. Joan fell back into a dream of mothers and daughters making love everywhere, a secret circle of love and pleasure, where mothers and daughters shared in an unending chain of life, and sex, motherhood and daughterhood melding into complete womanhood where life force and sexual energy flow from vulva to vulva, over and over, healing and strong, down through the generations. A chain of love, sex, and vulnerability binding women generation after generation. Why is this a taboo? Why do not mothers and daughters share their bodies and their sexual desire as they share grooming, and cooking, and the other household arts? Who would be harmed by this? It is not as if Joan had preyed upon a child who did not know herself. Now that Susan was grown, with lovers of her own, what harm could there be in being lovers with her mother? Oh girl, Joan thought. You have taught me so much. Susan continued to nurse, and Joan dreamed of many faces of mothers and daughters throughout history. She saw them all, all kinds of faces buried in each other's pussies, all shapes of women, all colors of skin, in the simplest of huts to the grandest palaces, all of them making love. Mothers and daughters open to each other, rising in sexual excitement together, coming into each other's mouths and knowing the ecstasy of sexual love between women who could be no closer. Who would this harm? Why would this be a taboo? Who would make this a sin and a crime? As Joan dozed, and dreamed, Susan nursed, and became more and more aware of the excitement that was building inside her the longer she nursed. Joan stroked her shoulders slowly and lovingly, and Susan moved her hands around her mother's body, until her hand moved around her mother's ass, and then inside her legs. As she nursed, she lightly touched her mother's vulva. Susan began pulling harder on Joan's nipple, and Joan opened her legs slightly. Susan's fingers pushed in further, touching her mother's wetness. Her lips parted, and Susan stroked between them, pressing against the opening of her mother's vagina. Joan's mind separated from the reverie of mothers and daughters as she felt Susan's fingers begin to slowly fuck her. She opened her legs more and Susan began to fuck her deeper and faster as she sucked more sexually on her nipples, moving back and forth between them. Joan moaned, "Oh baby, oh, Susan, fuck me. Oh, I love you, fuck me, Susan. I want it. I need it. " Susan pulled herself up to her mother's mouth, and continued her powerful fucking of her mother's pussy with her long, strong fingers. "Mother I can't stop. I need to fuck you, Mom. Oh Mom, you are so beautiful and sexy. She fucked Joan harder, pressing up against the inside of her clit. Joan pulled up her legs, fully open to her daughter's lustful hand. She bore down against her daughter's pounding with her entire body, knowing nothing but the pleasure of the hand stroking her with all of her love and strength. "Oh, oh Susan, I love you," she said, and came in a throbbing arch of joy,pleasure, and relief, spending out small squirts of her fluids into her daughter's hand. After the release, Susan, returned to nursing on her mother's breasts, her fingers still cupped around Joan's vulva. Joan wrapped her arms around her, and soon they both slept, any taint of shame purified by the power of their love. Like Peaches Ch. 05 Rachel looked at herself in the mirror before she left for breakfast. "Oh jeez, my hair looks weird," she thought, but so did everyone else's ... everyone was soaking and swimming all the time. Can't worry about things like that, I'm going to....What am I doing? Seducing a mother and a daughter? Confessing a taboo obsession? Offering her body to a lesbian couple to play with? She didn't know what to think. But her breasts looked fantastic in the silk robe and for once she didn't care if someone could see her nipples. Her heart sank when she didn't seen the women in the dining room. What if they had checked out already? She poured herself a cup of coffee and forced herself to slow down. She was letting her fantasies get away with her. Maybe they aren't lovers anyway. (You know they are.). She walked out to the veranda and listened to a few heterosexual couples chatting softly. Where are they? Perhaps they are soaking already? That would even be better! Rachel crossed over the lawn to the community pool area, where clothing was optional. She pushed through the gate, and noticed that her heart was pounding a little. She was reminded of the feeling she had when she was just a young teenager, perhaps 14 or so, when she knew she was going to be able to see that boy she liked. How far away that seemed to her now. She had had a whole night of fantasizing about a mother and a daughter having sex, and the thought of attraction to a man seemed so conventional and flat. She heard them laughing first, then saw the back of the younger woman's head--her beautiful dark hair. And the older woman, with the same hair, with just a little grey, who caught Rachel's eye. They faced each other in the community tub, stretching their legs out, feet touching, smiling and laughing together. Rachel felt her skin literally heated up as walked up to their tub. "Playing footsie?" "Yeah, just being silly." "Hi, I'm Rachel. I think you arrived yesterday?" "Yes, I'm Joan, and this is my daughter, Susan." Rachel's body flushed again. They really were mother and daughter, and she really did hear them having sex last night. Oh. My. God. O-my-God. Rachel hung up her robe and stepped into the tub to sit between them. Joan was just as lovely as she remembered, soft dark eyes, full, round breasts that rested on her tummy, slender arms. Her daughter Susan was pretty woman in her early twenties. Her eyes looked exactly like her mother's, but her nose and mouth must be her dad's. Rachel wanted to look at her breasts too, but they were submerged and floating just under the surface of the warm water. The three women chatted pleasantly in the tub, about the natural beauty and calm environment of the spa grounds, and how luscious the water felt. Getting to know each other, as people do, they discussed current events and their favorite television shows. They learned that Rachel and Joan were both lapsed Catholics. Eventually, the conversation turned personal, and Rachel said that she was recently divorced. "I may just be through with men entirely after this," she said not sounding at all sorry about it. "Susan definitely has the right idea," Joan said, "she's gay." Susan smiled back at her mom in a way that seemed to carry a secret message. "You just might," Rachel said, noting the look. "But I've never been with a woman," and--trying not to sound desperate or transparent, "But maybe I will meet a woman who will take me under her wing." Again, hoping she sounded open but not smarmy: "I just love breasts." Joan and Susan laughed together, the same musical and suggestive laugh. "Oh, so do I," said Susan. "And I think my mother does too. I say she's a boobie-sexual." The three woman laughed again. "I like that," said Rachel. "I'm sure I am at least a boobie-sexual." Susan stood up and Rachel watched as her perfect round breasts, breasts that seemed impossibly perfect, rose up out of the water. She held them up, one in each hand. "You think my breasts are pretty, Mom?" "Oh yes dear, you know I think you have beautiful breasts. Now be nice in front of company." "Oh, I think she's sweet. And you DO have beautiful breasts, Susan. Are you really a lesbian? " "Yes, I am. Are you really a gypsy?" "Do I look like one?" "Yes, there is something about your face that looks like a fortune teller or even a witch." "Oh, I like that too. A boobie-sexual with a bottle of love potion #9." "I think I'd like to go for a sauna," said Joan. "Would you two like to join me?" Susan and Rachel thought that was a fabulous idea. Rachel didn't care about the sauna, but would do anything to get a see Joan and Susan's naked bodies. Rachel loved Joan's curves and her full bush as she stepped up out of the tub. Her eyes could not leave her wonderfully round ass and she wished she could stroke it. Susan athletically jumped out quickly, so full of energy and Rachel just was able to glance at her naked pussy lips. Just like like mine when I was a girl, she thought. But she shouldn't stare. She followed Susan and Joan to the sauna and they arranged themselves around the stove. Susan lay down on the upper bench, and Joan and Rachel sat on their towels opposite each other. The heat and gentle darkness quieted their chatting, and they fell silent and meditative. Rachel started to sweat, and she closed her eyes, then opened them just a little to peek at Joan. Her breasts and chest glistened, and her face was beautiful and relaxed as she breathed slowly and deeply. Joan suddenly picked up her feet and sat in lotus position. Since no one could see that she was doing it. Rachel stared into Joan's open pussy: a black mystery. Her eyes traveled over her legs, her belly, her shoulders, her nipples. She drank her fill of this beautiful naked woman, a woman who has sex with her daughter. She would have been a vision to enjoy even if she had been a stranger, but to know that she has taboo sex with that lovely young girl sweating just a few feet away --the combination of thoughts, fantasies, and the reality of Joan's naked body sent flutters of excitement through Rachel's body over and over. She breathed slowly and deeply, and in sync with Joan and sunk her awareness deeply into the amazing moment that she was finding herself in. After a while, she opened her eyes a little and looked up at Susan. She was laying on her back, all of her skin shiny with sweat. She had swung her arms above her head, and Rachel traced the womanly shape of her shoulders, breasts, belly, thighs, calves and feet. And then her eyes slowly walked back up her body. She kept her breathing in sync with Joan's and realized that Susan was also breathing at the same slow, steady rate. Rachel lost consciousness, or rather, she lost self-consciousness and entered a place in existence where there is nothing but breath, and heat, and darkness, and the sweet, sweet awareness of two other beautiful women who love each other. After many, many minutes Susan shifted, and turned over. Rachel lifted herself out of the trance. Susan smiled at her mom, her head resting on her hands. Rachel hoped that they might share some of that love with her. ************** "Good night, Rachel, see you tomorrow!" Susan said, as they left Rachel at her cottage door. Joan hugged Rachel goodnight; Rachel held her in the hug affectionately and a little longer than straight women usually hug each other. And when they parted, their eyes met, and they got past that awkward moment and kissed each other. "Good night, Rachel, see you tomorrow." "Sweet dreams," Rachel said, and she left Joan's arms and stepped up into her cottage. Susan and Joan held hands as they walked next door to their own cottage. They immediately dropped their robes on the floor and fell onto the bed together, intertwining their legs and holding each other close. "This has been a wonderful way to celebrate our anniversary," Joan said. "And I think Rachel likes us. I love that she came to the sauna too--Did you noticed I checked her out? I like her body. Do you?" "Yes, she's wonderful, inside and out." "I love how shy and excited she was when she got into the tub with us. But why didn't you ask her to come stay with us tonight?" "I sense that that would be a little bit too fast. But she did like being called a gypsy--or a boobie-sexual--that was bold!" "You think so? She couldn't take her eyes off us. I hope she doesn't act that way at the gym. People will think she's a lez." Joan chuckled. "Maybe that's it. I know she's like I was--she doesn't know if she's gay or not. Anyway, I wanted to have one more night with you alone. We still have tomorrow before we go, and Rachel made a point of saying she was staying another day. " "True, Mom. She paused. "Mom, come here. I have been staring at your breasts all day and I want to have a taste of them now." "Oh honey, yes. I love it so much when you suck them." They didn't speak while Susan took her mothers' breast into her mouth, running her tongue across the nipple. Joan gasped, and then Susan did it to the other one. Joan started to rub her pussy against Susan's thigh, and could already feel herself getting juiced up. "Honey," Joan whispered. "Thank you for... for what happened last year." Susan didn't answer, but kissed her mother instead. They opened their mouths to each other and kissed with their tongues lovingly stroking and thrusting, licking each other's lips, tasting and touching. They rocked their pussies against the other's thigh, and their passion rose. Mother and daughter kissed for a long, long time, and ran their hands over each others bodies, rolling over on the bed from time to time giving each other a new part of the other's body to stroke, to explore, to squeeze. "This is only the third time we've seen each other since..." Joan whispered into her daughter's ear." "I know. I wish I could come back more often." "Don't worry about it, honey. I'm just so happy for what we have." Joan kissed Susan, deeply and openly, and Susan fucked her mother's mouth with her tongue. She loved to do that. "Yeah, me too, but I need to come back as often as I can and get my quality mommie-daughter time." Joan chuckled suggestively, and Susan loved to hear the sexy quality in her mother's mirth as she said, "I don't think that's what they mean." Susan kissed her mother's chest and belly down to her pussy. She pressed her tongue between her mother's lips and tasted her sweet juice. "Oh Susan, I love that so much. Put your tongue inside." Susan pressed her mouth inside Joan's lips and stretched her tongue into her mother's vagina as far as she could. Susan put her hands on Joan's pelvis and rocked her back and forth slightly. "Oh, Mom, I love this so much. You are such a wonderful lover. I love your body. I love your taste. We fit so well together." Joan looked down at Susan's pretty face between her thighs. "We really do, don't we? Are you sure you want to bring someone else into our bed? " "Well, yeah. I'm not jealous. I loved it when you were dating Gabriella, and I wish so much I could have come home then. Are you having second thoughts?" "No, I just want to make sure that we don't hurt what we have." "We won't. And I want to see you with at least one of the women you date. And I LOVE Rachel. She's so pretty and innocent." Susan kissed her mother's mons a few times, then sucked her clit. She stopped to look up at her mother and say, "I think I want to seduce her. And I can't WAIT to have sex with TWO older women at once. You know that is one of my favorite fantasies." "Yes, I do know that, you little minx," and with that Joan sat up and pushed Susan over on her back. "And now that you have me riled up, I'm going to fuck my little girl until she's ...." Joan never finished that sentence. She fucked her daughter with her fingers, while she played with Susan's breasts with her other hand and mouth. She flipped her over, and Susan put her ass into the air, with expectation. Joan paused before she began again, looking in wonder at Susan's perfect ass before her, her pussy bald and wet and open to her. "Mom.....Mom please. Fuck me some more," Susan whispered from where her face was in the pillow. "I want you." "Oh baby, I want you too." Joan licked Susan's pussy, opening her lips and sitting back to look into her vagina's opening. Sometimes she just couldn't believe she got to do this. Fuck her own daughter. Bring her own daughter to orgasm. Sleep with her daughter all night and then wake up and fuck her again. How different her life was, just one year later. She had never understood why men loved to fuck so much, until she was able to enter a women's--first her daughter's--most inner private soft hot wet world, to touch another woman there at the center of her life and thrust and ... Joan sat up and put two, then three, then four fingers into Susan's pussy. Susan gasped and they began fucking in that primal rhythm where the world falls away, where nothing exists except the sensation, where the two become one. Susan put her fingers to her clit as her mother's fingers touched her sensitive places insides and after a long while, Susan came in moans and cries. She squirted into her mother's hand. Next door, Rachel touched herself. Before Susan had come down from her orgasm, Joan kept her fingers in Susan's pussy and put her tongue her her asshole. "Oh, Mother, what are you doing? " "Something Gabriella taught me." Joan tongued inside Susan's ass and she began the fucking and rubbing of Susan's cunt. Susan touched herself again and exploded again with another vocal orgasm, this time, Joan's tongue enjoyed the clenching of Susan's anus. Susan fell flat on the bed and Joan's fingers came out of her pussy. She lay close next to her daughter's sweating body and pulled the blankets up around them. "Oh Mom, I definitely want to see you do that to Rachel. That was so hot. I hope we figure out a way to ask her to join us and and really hope we don't scare her away." Joan snuggled closer and stroked her daughter's hair. "Well, I like to see you get what you want, baby girl." Next door, Rachel listen for more, but as the minutes ticked by, heard nothing. Although she had already come twice while hearing them make love, she kept her fingers touching her clit and her juices kept flowing. She had never been this turned on in her life. Now that she could imagine what they looked like, and hear their own voices in her head, her fantasies were almost real. She touched herself as she imagined Joan going down on Susan, then going down on her while Susan watched. But as she came, the images that pushed her over, as always, were watching Susan and Joan together. This time, imagining, as the cries seemed to indicate, that Joan was fucking her daughter, and Susan's legs were open to her mothers lust. She came again, and sucked on her fingers. Now, how was she going to do this? To bad she doesn't have some love potion that would just remove all the social taboos. What if they were horrified by her knowing they were overs? Why did she think they wanted someone else to join them? Maybe her own desires were carrying her imagination--and common sense--away, but the way that Joan and kissed her good night, and looked back at her. ... Rachel looked at the clock. Only four more hours till morning. Like Peaches Ch. 06 Amber pulled herself up from between Susan's legs, and curled her entire body around her. She nuzzled Susan's neck. "I love how you smell," Susan whispered. Susan was amazed at this woman she had met in her American History class just few weeks before. She had never been in love like this. "Tell me what you fantasize about." "I wasn't fantasying just then." "That's not what I mean, I just want to you to tell me, now that you're all orgasmafied and vulnerable." "Oh, ok. umm..." Susan looked at Amber with big eyes, and shrugged shyly. "Tell me something that you're a little bit ashamed of." Susan still couldn't answer, but she wanted to. Amber lay on Susan's chest and she could hear her breathing quietly. She could hear that the music she had put on an hour earlier was still playing. Amber wasn't giving up. "Please. I'll tell you if you tell me." "Ok." Susan told a truth, but not the first answer that came to her mind. "Before I came out, I had fantasies about being raped...sort of. I wanted sex with a woman so bad, but I just wanted someone to see that about me and kiss me and make me eat her pussy." "Do you still have fantasies like that?" "I guess I don't anymore. I just have memories, ha ha." Susan and Amber kissed again, as if they has just invented kissing, again. They put their tongues deep into each other's mouths, and between their breasts, and the backs of their necks, and squeezed their legs, and pulled each other close, again. After a few minutes, they settled back down into cuddling. "Tell me one of your fantasies, Amber." "Ok, but I haven't told anyone this before. It's really bad." "I don't care." "I sometimes have incest fantasies." "With your dad?" "No, I've had fantasies about my mom." "Get out! Really? That's amazing!" "Amazing? You're not disgusted?" "No, oh my god, Amber." Susan couldn't believe she was about to say this, and at the last moment didn't tell everything. "So have I. I can't believe you are brave enough to tell me. I never would have told you. I had fantasies about my mom since I was a girl." Susan couldn't believe she was having this conversation. If she had thought she was falling in love before, the thought of Amber sharing her taboo kink make her heart leap. And then at the same time, she panicked a little that she had told her secret. "Really? Did you ever tell anyone? " "No, I know that people are completely grossed out, but I always thought my mom was beautiful and so wonderful and I just wanted to hold her and, um, go... further with her, even when I was in high school. She was sort of sad and lonely." "That wasn't my mom. She always had boyfriends, I never had a real dad. She had me pretty young and partied a lot when I was a girl. This one time--maybe when I was older--we were at a big party at a neighbor's house. These people had a huge place and always had wild parties there. "I was sitting on the deck with my friends, and I was horny, of course, because you are at that age, but couldn't do anything about it because I wasn't out to myself yet, let alone to my friends, and then my mom walked out of this room and onto the deck to have a cigarette and I think that she had just been fucked or something. She had this glow about her, and then this neighbor guy, this married guy, walked out just behind her, and then another neighbor guy too, and I think they had all just had sex, but instead of being complete grossed out, I saw her like I'd never seen her. It was both awful and weird, but that night when I was alone in bed I masturbated and thought about my mom having sex with those two guys, and I had great orgasm. It became one of my favorite fantasies--sometimes I pretended that I was one of those guys." "Wow. Your mom is not like my mom." Susan put a hand around Amber's breast and lifted her lover's nipple into her mouth. "My, my, you have such magnificent tits!" Susan pulled her mouth away and looked at Amber excitedly. "Hey, let's do that tantra four-kinds-of-breast-massage thing." "Oh yeah, like what you read about in that lesbian tantra book? " "Let me to it to you first. I want to worship your amazing tits." "What should I do?" "Just sit up there, and I'll sit between your legs." "Ok." Amber pulled herself up and got comfortable at the top of the bed. "Your breasts aren't half-bad either. They are just the size of peaches." Susan chuckled, "I had another lover who said that." "Another lover? You mean I'm not your first?" "No, you're not my first, but you're the first woman I've done this with." "Done what?" "This. Worshiped her breasts. I love your breasts, Amber, I could just make them my personal lord and savior." Susan buried her face between them for a few seconds, and Amber put her hands on Susan's head. "Bless you my child." Susan brought her head up and grinned. "Ok, let's start." Susan sat back on her heels in front of Amber and started massaging her breasts. Susan needed a little bit of distraction from the revelation of their shared fantasy. "I love just sitting here in front of you, just touching your breasts. Stroking, smoothing, pinching." "Ow!" "Oh, you like that." Amber smiled, "Yeah, I do." "Just massaging and massaging," Susan whispered. "Stroking... enjoy it, Amber." Amber closed her eyes and fell into total awareness of the sensation of Susan's hands on her breasts, on the nearly silent sound of hands on her skin. Before long, they were breathing together, slowly, in and out. Both of Susan's hands danced on Amber's breasts, reverently stroking and pressing and kneading and holding. As she sat before her lover, Susan could smell their pussies' fragrance from their love making. Amber's breasts were deliciously round and plump. As she stroked them, Susan thought about how this woman was the first she ever had told about her attraction to her mother. That Amber herself had had those fantasies--Susan's clit jumped every time she thought of that. She wanted to know more. Amber took a deep breath as Susan's hands lifted both of Amber's breasts at once, then enjoyed their heaviness in her hands before she let them rest against Amber's body, and returned to stroking and swirling her hands around them. Susan had had a few other lovers, but since her mother last December, she hadn't met anyone who touched her where she needed to be touched, both in body and her heart. She couldn't believe it that Amber also shared-- at least in fantasy --an attraction to her mother--and that she could talk about incest fantasies! ....incest. She smiled to herself at the word. "Taboo." Those words. She and her mother, Joan, were lovers, that made sense to her now. But the taboo of incest still made her hot inside---her own mother, and thinking about other young women who might be lovers with their own mothers. She had wanted to meet them, but never thought she'd have the courage to let anyone else know. Susan remembered how she and her mother had been so shy with each other the next day after that first night. Joan had even said that morning over coffee when Susan had started to say something about what had happened, that she didn't want to speak of it again. Susan thought at first that that was what her mother truly wanted and she had resigned herself to a lifetime of fantasies, just like she always had had. But that night, Susan was about to sleep in the guest bed that had been unused the night before. Joan followed her in. As Susan drew back the blanket, Joan took her hand, and just said, "Come here, honey." Susan looked into her mother's eyes, a little confused and surprised. She saw only love and desire. She followed her mother to her mother's room again, just as she had the night before. Joan sat down on the bed. Susan sat next to her. They kissed. And then they made love. Their parting at the end of Susan's winter break was wrenching. Joan told Susan bring home her girl friend next time, and they laughed at her boldness. Susan had been encouraging Joan to think about exploring her sexuality with other women all week, and Joan promised that she'd consider it, but probably not. After Susan returned to school, Joan tried not to call too often, and Susan quickly became preoccupied with classes--and then Amber. Amber. Amber's head was resting on the bed frame and she might have been asleep, or deep in trance, and Susan had been worshiping her breasts for about fifteen minutes. "Sweetheart, " Susan whispered, "Let's stand up now." "On the bed? " "No, let's go over to the doorway." Amber stood in the door to the bedroom, and Susan gently lifted her hands and placed them on the jamb. She stood behind Amber and lifted her breasts, and sighed. Pressing her own breasts into Amber's back, Susan began again to stroke and lift, to knead and love with every possible kind of touch, Amber's perfect globes. "What kind of fruit are these?" Susan asked. "Grapefruit." "What kind of grapefruit?" "Texas grapefruit." "That's right." And they laughed together. This was already an familiar joke between them. Again Susan stroked and pinched and loved Amber's breasts. She squeezed her nipples and rubbed her areolae. She wondered about Amber fantasizing about her own mother. Susan really wanted to hear those fantasies. After last December, she had gone on the internet to find other women like herself. She was surprised that so many women shared her fantasy--few who had actually been able to live it. Amber's knees buckled a little and Susan held her with one arm while she lifted one breast and then the other, then pinched each nipple. Amber moaned. Susan had written to a few of the women she met on websites. She had asked them about their fantasies--why they thought they were so excited by thinking about a mother and a daughter having sex, and if they had really done it. The women thought the fantasy of mothers and daughters having sex together was about the closeness and love, the intimacy, and the fact that it was so wrong in society's eyes--the taboo was exciting. Since Susan had actually made love to her mother, she agreed. It was the closeness and the intimacy that she desired, and had always desired, since she first became sexually aware of herself. And it was her mother's beauty too. She had always seemed so beautiful, and now that she was in her forties, even more so, as women that age often are. Although women in their twenties had their charms too. Susan gave both Amber's breasts a final squeeze. "Ok, let's get back on the bed. Should I start that playlist again?" "Yes, I love that tantra mix you made." Amber climbed back on the bed. "What do I do this time?" "This time you're on your knees." Amber cheerfully bent over with her butt in the air, and Susan curved her body over her. Amber's long dark hair streamed over her head and Susan tostled it before bring her full attention to her breasts again. This time because of her position, she was able to swing them, and push them and massage them up and down and together and apart in all new ways. Susan moved around Amber's body so she could touch her everywhere, and so that she could lean her own body into Amber's, sliding and stroking with as much of herself as she could, all the while holding and worshiping her breasts. As she did so, she returned to one of her favorite recent memories--of the time she watched her mother make love to another women. Joan had met someone online--Susan had helped her write the ad and pick who she would meet. Joan had found Gabriella--a woman not as young as Susan, but about ten years younger than Joan, a lesbian who liked to bring women out--especially if they were older. Susan and Joan had said it was "for safety" that they set up the secret web cam, but really, Susan had wanted to watch, and really, Joan had wanted her to. Joan and Gabriella had made love in front of Susan--although Gabriella didn't know she was being watched. Susan was a little ashamed of herself for that, but she liked that too. Gabriella had stroked Joan's breasts like Susan was stroking Amber's now, from behind, while Joan was bent over. But unlike right now, Susan watched as her mother's lover had fucked her with her small, strong hands. Susan remembered how Joan had moaned, and then yelled "Yes, Yes, Yes," as she felt a women's entire hand slipping into her pussy, so powerful. It was one of Susan's favorite memories. One of her favorite fantasies. Until she met Amber, all her fantasies were of her mother. Susan squeezed Amber's breasts together so that one nipple touched the other. She wondered if she actually would be able to tell Amber that she and her mom were lovers. Probably not. But maybe Amber would like to pretend? Maybe Susan could pretend to be Amber's mother? Maybe she would even have the nerve to ask her. Instead, she said, "Ok, this is the last one." "Susan, this is so wonderful. Your hands are taking me to the most incredible places." "This time I lay down on my back." "Oh, right, I remember; I lay down on top of you." Susan lay on her back in the middle of the bed and helped Amber lay down on top of her, also on her back, so that Susan could continue to massage Amber's breasts. "I can't help it, I need to touch myself." "Ok, honey, but don't come, ok? Not yet." "I'll try." Susan and Amber breathed together once more, and Susan worshiped Amber's breasts for another quarter of an hour. Amber touched her own clit, and she got very high a few times but she did not come. The music ended, breaking their trance. Amber slid off Susan and they cuddled together under the covers, their legs and arms entwined, hearts as close together as they could be. "Did you have a fantasy while you were touching herself?" Susan asked. "Yes." "Will you tell me?" "Oh, yes, I guess so. It was what I said before." "About your mom?" "Yeah, but more." "More?" "About you too." "Me?" "Does it turn you on to think about seducing my mom?" ***************************** Amber planned it. She knew her mother's habits. Penny worked at Ross and came home tired. She always took a shower, cooked herself dinner, and had a glass of wine in front of the television. On the weekends she went out, but weeknights were very predictable. Amber took Susan out to dinner, but they both were so nervous that they didn't eat enough, and probably drank too much. Susan couldn't believe that she was going to go through with it--maybe nothing would happen--what's the worse that could happen? When she had asked Amber, Amber said her mom would just laugh it off, and the way she was arranging it, laughing it off would be easy for her to do. Amber's mother lived a few towns away from their college, and they were able to take the train there without much trouble. Penny was happy to have a visit from her daughter and meet her new friend, but told them in an email that since it was Friday she was going to be tired after a week of work. If they went out, she asked them to be quiet when they came in. So when the girls entered Penny's house, the scene was set exactly as Amber thought it would be. Her mom, in her robe, watching tv, a glass of wine on the table in front of her. Amber and her mom hugged and kissed hello, and Penny hugged Susan too, and welcomed her. The girls joined Penny on the couch, on either side of her. After a little chatting about her day, Amber suggested rubbing Penny's feet. So innocently it begins, thought Susan. Amber got up to find some oil, and Susan refilled Penny's glass. Amber returned and began to massage Penny's feet. Susan looked down her blouse as she did so. How she loved to watch Amber's cleavage. "Oh Amber, honey, that feels so good," Penny said with great appreciation. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of her sore feet being well massaged. Amber smiled and looked at Susan expectantly. She didn't have to say it, Susan knew her cue. "Would you like me to massage your shoulders, Penny?" "What did I do to deserve this?" "Oh, you're Amber's mom, isn't that enough?" "God, I suppose so. Has she told you what she was like when she was younger?" While Susan warmed a little oil in her hands, Penny scooted around so that her feet where in Amber's lap, and her back was against the arm of the couch. Susan stood behind Penny and began to rub her neck. Susan slide her rob open a little so she could rub her neck and shoulders. "Stories of how she was when she was younger? Not enough." Susan looked down Amber's blouse and marveled at how her cleavage moved as her hands did their work on Penny's feet. "Hey, Amber." "What, Susan?" "I can see down your shirt." Penny giggled. "You can? How far down?" "Not enough." "Oh stop it, you two." Susan opened Penny's robe a little more, hoping that it seemed innocent, and rubbed her upper arms. Penny closed her eyes and relaxed into Susan's hands. "Ooo, Susan, I can see my mom's cleavage too." "Oh!" Penny sat up, and started to pull her robe closed. "Careful, Penny, you'll get oil on your robe." 'Oh Mom, don't worry, it's just us girls. There's nothing wrong with me noticing, is there? Susan bent over and looked down at Penny's chest. "I think I see a family resemblance." "You girls!" Penny pretended to be shocked, but both of them thought she liked this. "What do you think, Penny? Are Amber's breasts anything like yours?" "Oh, sure, I suppose she got those from me." Susan made an exaggerated point of lending over and checking out Penny's chest. "Then I guess I have something to look forward to?" For the first time, Penny and Susan met each other's eyes when they laughed, and Susan thought that maybe this really would happen. She continued to work the knots in Penny's neck and as she did, she caught Amber's eye. Susan knew that Amber's pussy was getting wet. Amber moved her massage up Penny's calves. Susan slid Penny's robe off her shoulders and rubbed her arms, accidently touching the side of her breasts. Penny's eyes closed again and she didn't appear to notice that her nipples were erect and that Amber and Susan could see them. Yes, there was definitely a family resemblance. Amber continued the massage for a while longer, until she had reached the back of Penny's knees, and then she asked of she could pour her more wine. Penny said yes, and thank you, and pulled her robe around herself again and sat back on the couch. After pouring the wine, Amber sat next to Susan this time, and put an arm around her. "That was fun. Do you feel better, Mom?" "Thank you, girls. That was wonderful. You can come here and do your laundry every weekend if you do that." "Oh, don't tempt us," Amber said, looked at Susan, pulled her close, and kissed her on the lips. Penny just watched them, absently, as you do when lovers kiss in front of you and they probably shouldn't, and you probably shouldn't watch, but you do, because it is innocent and they can't help themselves. Then Susan kissed Amber back, and they kissed longer. "Ok, you girls, that's enough." But Susan and Amber didn't stop. While her mother watched, Amber opened her mouth and let Susan slide her tongue in. She opened her mouth so that her mother could watch Susan's tongue go inside, and so that Penny could watch her daughter kiss another women. Penny giggled, and took a sip of wine. "You girls should go get a room," she said, but she sat back on the couch. Amber and Susan just kept kissing. Perhaps on another night, it wouldn't have gone this way. Perhaps if Penny hadn't also had her own fantasies, she would have told them to leave the room, or left in embarrassment. Perhaps if Susan and Amber had not been so in love, and so eager to kiss each other, and to help each other with their fantasies, they could not have done it. Like Peaches Ch. 06 But everything was just as it was supposed to be, and Amber and Susan kissed each other, and put their hands on each other's bodies, and took off their shirts, and their bras, and they just kept making out on the couch, in front of Amber's mother. Penny silently watched them, captivated by their joy at pleasuring each other. She watched her daughter suck Susan's breasts, and she watched as Susan touched Amber's breasts until her nipples grew erect. Amber's mother watched it all. At one point she asked, "Do you mind that....? " And Amber just said, "Stay. Stay, Mom." She reached her hand out, and Penny took it and squeezed it. Then Amber did something that she had done so many times in her imagination, and so many times the thought of this simple act had been the beginning of so many fantasies. Amber pulled Penny's hand toward her, and Penny leaned closer, and Amber put her mother's hand on her bare breast. Her beautiful womanly breast, in her mother's hand. Penny squeezed it gently. "Aren't they magnificent?" Susan asked. "Yes, they are." Penny's voice was deep and thick. Susan thought she looked a little ashamed, and very aroused. Susan kept looking at Penny's face, not quite believing she was watching a grown woman get excited by her own daughter. She suddenly wondered if Penny had had her own fantasies. Susan noticed, as she returned to Amber's nipple and put it in her mouth, that Penny's hand was still on her daughter's breast. She licked Amber's nipple eagerly, as if it were a clit. Amber smiled at her mother and thought she saw an invitation in her mother's eyes. "Are your breasts just like mine, Mom?" "Oh, you've seen my breasts before, you know. " "Will you show Susan?" Amber said, not quite believing she was actually saying it. Susan finally drew back her hand from her daughter's breast, and slowly opened her robe. Susan thought her breasts spilt out like a model's. Both Susan and Amber gasped. "Like Aphrodite," Susan said. "Like Mae West," Amber said. And then, "Mom, can you suck your own nipples?" "Oh, that old trick? Of course," and she put one of her nipples into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it. "LIke mother, like daughter," Amber quipped, and put one of her nipples in her mouth too. Susan tried, but couldn't and, they all laugh about it. Susan felt that the laughter broke the spell of the growing sexual tension, and disappointed thought they had gone as far as they could go because Penny drew her robe around her and stood up. "Ok, you girls, you should go to bed. I made up Amber's old room." Perhaps she realized where this might be going. So the girls put plan B into action. "Oh MOM!" they both said, pretending to be kids. "We don't want to go to bed, we want to stay UP!" Penny got into character too, and pretended to be "the mom." "No, you kids get to bed right now before you get in trouble." "Oh MOM," but they got up and ran into the bedroom. They slammed the door and as Penny was tidying up the living room, Amber called from the bedroom. "Can you come tuck us in?" Penny knew that she shouldn't, but she put down the glasses and the bottle and walked down the hallway to Amber's room. She slowly opened the door, her hearth pounding despite herself. She couldn't believe she was doing this. The young women had already taken off their clothes--bras, panties, pants, blouses everywhere. Amber and Susan sat in bed, the blankets pulled up to their necks. "This room is a mess." "Come tell us a story," Amber said, in a little girl voice. "Oh, no, really?" Susan and Amber separated and Amber patted the space between them. "Come tell us a story, there's room." Penny crawled up the bed, and lay down between the two young women, on top of the covers. She pulled her robe around her once more. The young women cuddled into her, resting their heads on her breasts, and Penny put her arms around them. "Ok, what story do you want to hear? " "Well," Susan started, "Have you ever had sex with a woman? " Penny sort of choked, and laughed, and then sighed. This girl was bold. "Well, I guess I can tell you this now, Amber. I didn't tell you when you came out to me, but yes, I have, I've made love with other couples, but that wasn't so usual, back in my torrid youth. I doubt it was anything like what you girls do--but I did like touching their breasts." Susan looked over at Amber, and they both had the same idea. "LIke this? " Amber said, and she and Susan both begin to stroke Penny's breasts. "Ok, girls, you should stop that." This was getting out of hand. But Penny didn't get up and leave. Susan and Amber each touched Penny's nipples. Penny took a deep breath, and she stayed. Susan slipped her hand into Penny's robe, and pushed it open. "Look how beautiful your mother's breasts are, honey." Penny was stunned, afraid, and completely motionless with lust. Two beautiful lesbians are in her arms, and they were touching her nipples. This was beyond anything....yes, anything she has ever imagined. Amber so easily turned her head and took her mother's nipple into her mouth. Susan watched one of the most beautiful things she had never seen, that of a grown woman sucking her mother's nipple, and the mother's face of pleasure, desire, and just on the edge of shame and fear. Although she could watch forever her lover's lips wrapped around Penny's nipple, she couldn't help herself from taking the other one into her mouth as well. Now Penny found herself in bed with two naked 18-year-old women--one, her own daughter--and both of them expertly tugging at her nipples. Her pussy burned. She felt time passing far too slowly. She knew she must leave, and right now, before this went any further. This was wrong. This was a horrible mistake that they would regret for all of their lives. Penny started to get up, but Susan pushed her back down. "Please," she whispered, and pressed down on Penny's chest. Amber never stopped sucking at her mother's ample breast. "Doesn't she look beautiful?" Susan whispered. Amber held Penny's waist tighter, and she lay back down. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," Penny said. Susan knew she didn't mean it. "Ok," and she pulled her hand away from Penny. Amber looked up at her mother, suddenly afraid, but she drew her arm away and released her. Penny clambered off the bed and as she stood at the door, she turned and looked back at the girls. Her daughter was in bed, looking stricken. Susan lay in the bed in front of her, and she had lifted the blankets, and exposed her body to Penny's gaze. Two young lesbians were inviting her to make love with them. And her daughter, her own daughter was inviting her to share that bed. Was it so wrong, really? And hadn't she.....hadn't she....once or twice, or more.....imagined what her daughter looked like when she made love to women? Hadn't she had her fantasies....ever since Amber had come out to her? Penny did not leave in that instant. Instead she looked at her daughter's face. She knew that body. She knew her daughter's beautiful body. And she wanted to touch it. Penny took a step, and another. And she slipped into the bed. Amber and Susan pulled her into their embrace, they hungrily kneaded her breasts, they put their hands all over her body, up her thighs and lightly over her pussy. They sucked her nipples both again, moaning with delight, and laughing. They wrapped their legs inside of Penny's. They put their fingers in her hair, around her ass, across her belly. And then Susan watched as Penny and Amber looked into each other's eyes one last time before they changed their lives forever. Amber brought her lips to her mother's mouth, and they kissed lightly. Penny kissed her daughter back, lightly, and chastely. As Susan watched, Amber kissed her mother again, and this time she did not take her mouth away, but she opened it, she opened her mouth, and Penny pressed her tongue into her daughter's mouth. Penny turned and leaned over her daughter's body. She lay on top of her and kissed her. She pressed her pussy into her daughter's thigh. She and her daughter kissed with a passion a lifetime in the making. She saw Amber's hands her on her mother's back, holding her close. Susan knew she would remember this moment for the rest of her life as one of the most perfect expressions of love and lust she would ever experience. "Oh, mommy," Susan heard Amber say. "Oh baby, oh baby," Penny said, "Is this ok? This can't be right." Susan put her hand on Amber's hand as she stroked Penny's back and squeezed it. "Yes, mom, yes, it is ok. I've wanted this for so long, " and then they kissed again. And kissed for a long time. Susan watched for a while, and then began to lightly stroke Penny's back. Penny turned and lay on her back while, together, Susan and Amber sucked Penny's breasts again, until both of them got the idea at the same time to bring their hand to Penny's pussy. Amber's finger went in first; her mother's pussy was wet and welcoming. Penny opened her legs slightly. Amber's finger traced the outline of her labia. And then she touched her mother's clit. "Susan," she said. "Yes?" "Would you like to see if there is a family resemblance down here too?" "Yes, I would." Susan pulled the blankets away, as Penny and Amber, mother and daughter, lay on the bed in front of her. Penny's bush was full, and Amber's was completely waxed. But to her tongue a few minutes later, Susan thought they tasted much the same, and both women had thin and long lips. She went from one pussy to the other, mother to daughter, daughter to mother, while they deeply kissed each other, while they sucked each other's breasts, while they murmured "I love you," and "I can't believe this," and "you are so beautiful." A while later, as Penny shyly put her fingers into her daughter's pussy, Susan wondered why more mothers and daughter's aren't lovers. And when Penny's orgasm in her mother's arms made her gasp, and cry oh! oh! oh! and gush, Susan sent out a wish that whenever mothers and daughters do become lovers, it is like this, with overwhelming desire and the most intimate of communion. Like Peaches Ch. 07 Rachel woke from a pleasant dream. There had been a sound. Again. Someone was knocking on the door of her cabin at the hot springs spa. "Who's there?" "Hi, sorry to wake you, it's Susan." Susan. Susan had been in her dream. Rachel had left the door unlatched. "Come in," she said, sitting up and pulling the blankets around her. "I'm sorry, Rachel, we thought--oh, don't you look wonderful?" The scent of coffee floated in with Susan's youthful energy and filled the room. Rachel felt her skin get hot. "I just woke up, forgive me," Rachel said, smoothing her hair. "No, I'm sorry. I hoped you'd be awake. Mom and I wondered if you'd like to come over and have your coffee with us. We brought a thermos over from the dining hall." Rachel's mind created an image of Susan and Joan in bed together, holding coffee mugs with fingers that smelled of each other's juice. "Sounds wonderful. Just let me pee and I'll be right over." "Hurry!," Susan turned and ran out the door. Rachel threw back the blankets and stepped into the bathroom. When she wiped herself, she was already wet. She stepped to the mirror, brushed her hair, and her teeth. She looked at herself. Was this really happening or was she still dreaming? It's just coffee. (No it isn't.) You are a pervert who is letting her imagination run away with her. (They invited you.) Rachel thought she looked both scared and happy. She wasn't sure if she wanted to look sexy. What if she were wrong about these women? She just meet them. (But you heard them having sex.) Maybe she was a pervert, obsessed with a kinky fantasy and seeing it everywhere. Pervert? Perhaps. But she would wear her silk robe again, and if they were perverts too, she was among friends. ********************* Susan had jumped back into bed and cuddled down next to me before Rachel arrived. We both shouted "Come in!" at the same time, and then smiled at each other. We were so excited, and hopeful. Rachel's hand, and then her head, entered our little cabin. Her cup of coffee awaited her on the bedside table. There was nowhere to sit but the foot of our bed. "Here's your coffee!," my daughter said, "We noticed you took it with cream, no sugar." Rachel smiled and visibly relaxed at her courtesy, which was a relief since the expression on her face when she saw us in bed together, naked, was a little hard to read. If she had guessed already, she must know now. But I wasn't sure how she felt about it. I think I saw her shiver, and the room was warm. We had made sure the room was warm. Rachel approached the bed and seemed unable to look at us directly. She picked up her coffee, and looked around for a chair. "There's no where to sit, dear, you know how these little cabins are all bed. Can you make yourself comfortable with us?" I asked her, and tried not to sound salacious. I handed her one of the too-many pillows the resort supplied. "Love to," Rachel said gamely, and climbed up. She was wearing that pretty silk robe I'd seen her the day before, the one that didn't hide her little nipples. When she sat on the end of the bed, her robe opened, and I could see the curve of her breast. Just a few more minutes.... I hoped. I hoped. Rachel settled in, and took a sip of coffee. "Oh, that's good, thank you." And she smiled at me. Good, now she could look at us, and really see that yes, her new mom and daughter friends were naked in bed together, and what she thought we did was what we did. I looked back at her and tried to say it with just a look. But it was the moment where either something had to be said, or done, or else we would lapse into small-talk and never do what we all three wanted to do. Susan did it, of course. My daughter's timing for smoothing social--or sexual--awkwardness is perfect--the way that we became lovers is a perfect example of it--and this was another. "Oh Mom, " Susan murmured, and she snuggled even closer to me under my arm and held me closer with hers, "I wish we didn't have to leave today." And then, in a gesture that still gives me rushes when I remember it, she moved her hand from my waist to my breast, and boldly and tenderly squeezed it. I looked down at her--how I love my daughter! "Mom, your breasts drive me crazy!" And then she turned and took one nipple between her lips and began to nurse, like a baby, but her hand on my other nipple was just like a lover. She thrilled me, and I gasped, and then looked at Rachel. She was watching us, of course--what could be more beautiful than an all-grown-up daughter sucking the breasts of her mother, a perfect picture of love, intimacy, and desire stronger than any taboo. "Rachel," I said, with tenderness, "You must have known we were lovers?" "Yes," she said, then swallowed. "I heard two women making love...." I looked down at Susan, still nursing and fondling. "Isn't she beautiful?" "Yes, she is," Rachel said, and when we looked at each other again, she said, "And so are you, Joan. How could she not be?" Rachel looked so full of longing when she said that. I felt overwhelmingly blessed to be able to have this life I have. Susan began to squeeze her thighs open and shut. I knew her pussy would be getting wet. I know that about my daughter. And knowing that Rachel was watching us was exciting me more than I had expected. "I can't believe I get to make love to her too," I said, stroking Susan's head, "she has a girlfriend, as she mentioned, but us being lovers is just about our family. We're so close," I looked at Rachel again. "You're not disgusted, I can tell." "No, I supposed I should be, but since I've met you, and seen how you are with each other..." "The first time, afterward....I thought it was so wrong, I thought I had hurt her. But it was so good, and my daughter is so...." Susan pulled away from my breasts a bit so she could speak. "I made her do it," Susan said, her lips against my nipple. "I couldn't stop myself." "And I didn't want her to stop, I guess," I said, and I pulled her up to me and kissed her. I had meant just to kiss her playfully, but my daughter was getting impatient with all this talk, I could tell. Susan pressed her lips to mine, and then I opened my mouth to her sweet tongue and let her kiss me the way we both wanted to kiss, the way we do kiss each other. But this time, witnessed by our new friend. I heard Rachel say something, but I couldn't quite hear it. When we stopped kissing, my daughter sat up against the headboard next to me. "Mom was a little freaked at first. But I knew it would be ok. It just took a while for me to convince her I wasn't abused. If anything, it was me who took advantage of her." "Does anyone know about you two?" Rachel asked, and she shifted a little on the bed and when her robe opened further, she did not close it. "I never told anyone," I said, "But Susan told her girlfriend." "How did you know she would accept it?" Rachel asked, very curious. I was curious who would suck Rachel's breast first. Me or my daughter? "She had fantasies about her own mom," Susan answered, "So she was more than ok with it." And then the memory made her make a little sound. I knew quite well the details of that memory and it excited me too. I rubbed Susan's thigh under the blanket. "I bet there is a story there," Rachel said. "And how lucky you were to find someone who felt that way." "Oh, I'm lucky, but lots of women have fantasies about moms," Susan said in that declarative way she says the most shocking things. "Really?" "Oh yeah, the internet is full of mother/daughter erotica. Porn too, but it's all fake. Rachel laughed a little hysterically, and put her fingers to her mouth. Her fingers. "Really? I thought I was a complete pervert for even imagining what I did... um....when I heard you..." "No, you aren't, Rachel. Lots of people have the fantasy, but not that many have moms as great as mine," and she gave me a quick kiss. "Oh, aren't you sweet?" I said, and now I could not resist putting my hand around her breast. I looked over at Rachel. "Are they just perfect? Like peaches, no?" Rachel looked like she had forgotten to breathe. I leaned over my daughter and sucked her nipple, and let Susan read Rachel's expression for a while.Was she ready? I would leave it to Susan to know. And she did. "Do you want to come in here, Rachel?" Susan said, when I finally had pulled my mouth away from her. She lifted up the blanket a little and started to scooch over. "Really?" "Yes." Susan got a little serious and seductive, and sexy and insistent the way she does sometimes. "Come here, Rachel. Don't you want to?" Rachel swung her legs off the bed, put her coffee on the floor and stepped toward us. In that perfect grace she has, Susan knew exactly what to do. She got out of bed and guided Rachel into the bed between us. Rachel's body was finally near me-- we had been naked together for a few days already, and I had longed to be this close to her. Even with my limited experience with women, I knew I would want to touch her soft womanly body, and Susan had gotten me excited. We made Rachel comfortable, and then settled ourselves under her arms, with our heads resting on her chest, her breasts under our cheeks, and at first, we did not touch them. "Your breasts are beautiful too, Joan." "Thank you." We were silent for a moment, feeling our bodies warming to each other's. "You two feel so good," Rachel said, in an almost childlike way, and she hugged us closer. "Um. You know, I've never been with a woman." "Yes, you mentioned that," Susan said. "I really can't believe you're letting me be here." "Well, Susan had hoped we'd find someone like you." "REALLY?" Susan began to giggle. "Rachel, you've never been with a woman, right?" Rachel shook her head. "Will you be with us?" she whispered. I felt Rachel swallow. She made a sound that seemed to say "yes," and Susan, my darling daughter, sat up and faced us. I gave Rachel a little squeeze, as Susan put her hand to her own breast. "Come here, Rachel. My nipple wants you." Rachel leaned forward and took Susan's nipple in her lips. Susan looked at me over Rachel's head, and then unfolded herself and lay back. Rachel followed her, kissing her breasts, and then the two of them, my daughter and my new friend, embraced, and Susan and Rachel kissed each other's lips, cheeks, neck, chests--I'll never forget being the witness to another woman's first lesbian erotic kisses. Rachel was glowing. Susan's hands played along Rachel's back as they kissed. Rachel's body was beautiful as she lay on my daughter. Her back, her curves, her ass, her thighs. I watched as my daughter kissed her and opened her legs to her. Rachel fell easily between them and I could see Susan slowly move her pussy up and down against Rachel's body as they kissed and kissed and kissed. "Do you like this?" I whispered to Rachel. She lifted her head from my daughter's mouth and turned to me, her eyes bright, her mouth wet, her naked body beautiful and inviting and so ready. "I think I must be in heaven, but it feels too good; I can't be dead. ********* I had never felt more alive. I had finally kissed another woman, and I had touched her breasts and she had touched mine, and now this girl's mother was about to.... what was she about to do? Joan crawled over to me and I turned and lay on my back. Suddenly both mother and daughter were sucking my breasts. Their desire for me was as exciting as the warmed of their mouths, the glide of their tongues, the gentle scrape of their teeth, the instance of their fingers. I nearly fainted. My fondest fantasy, my dearest hope, my most forbidden taboo desire was happening right now. Joan and Susan's faces were so dear to me already, they were so gnerous with their bodies, and letting me touch them however I wanted, and they both, apparently, wanted me. ******************* Nibbling, sucking, kissing, squeezing. The sounds we made. The wetness. I looked over at Susan's lips on Rachel's nipple and my heart filled with love. A person might assume there would be jealousy but that is an utterly foreign emotion between my daughter and me. I love her so much. I love to watch her enjoying life, and what is more enjoyable that sex with a woman? Rachel's body started to melt beneath us, I could feel it. I heard Susan speaking into Rachel's ear, so sexy. "Rachel, I've waited for this since I saw you." "You have?" "The minute I met you I hoped you'd like Mom and me." Rachel kissed us both. She was learning, as I had, that women make love to each other so naturally, when we get the chance. And that is all there is to learn. And then, I think it was Susan who put her fingers to her pussy first, and I watched my daughter kiss Rachel's pussy too. When Rachel was in ecstasy, Susan used her tongue and intuition to lick her there until she had her first orgasm. I was kissing Rachel, and when she came, I pressed my tongue into her mouth just like I like to be kissed when I come. The rest of the morning, that first time that Rachel and I made love, is a blur. I won't pretend that I remember every moment. I do remember Rachel touching my pussy for the first time, and how excited that made my daughter. Rachel's expression was so intent at first, and then her smile so beautiful as my wetness coated her fingers. She softly glided her fingers between my lips, found my clit and I jumped, then she shyly pressed into my vagina, but didn't go inside--not then. I remember Susan watching us for a while, and telling us that this was her greatest fantasy, to make love to her mom and another woman. "Kiss her again, Mom" she ordered, only half kidding, "you two are so hot!" I remember how beautiful Rachel looked when I fucked Susan. Rachel was sitting up against the headboard, and Susan was laying on her back against Rachel, who kissed her and played with her breasts and tummy, and then touched her clit while I fucked my daughter, deep, dancing my fingers inside. Susan came, shouting, "fuck me, Mom" and "Oh Christ" and squirted all over my hand. Then my daughter laughed, and we three snuggled down under the blankets, our legs and arms so entangled I lost track of my own limbs. That's where we wanted to be forever, and Susan and I, and Rachel and I, often remember that morning when the three of us first made love. Susan returned to school, as planned, and I was sad when Susan told me a few months later that she and Amber broke up. I know both of them were heartbroken, but I supposed it is to be expected with girls her age--she tells me they are on their way to being friends again. Rachel and I are lovers now, and when Susan comes to visit, her homecoming includes a lot more than doing the laundry. But I can tell she's growing up, and more independent even than she was last year. I know there will be a time when making love to her mother won't be what she wants. And Rachel? Rachel is a treasure, a constant friend, and a lover to whom I can reveal all my secrets. And she has a sister.