5 comments/ 15091 views/ 31 favorites Mother/Daughter Honeymoon Cruise Ch. 01 By: DuchessAllessa "Jenna, baby! Over here!" Jennifer McMahon looked towards the woman calling to her from across the hotel lobby. Sure enough, there was her mom, Lynne, standing by the check-in counter, waving and smiling at her. Jenna did a double-take; her mom looked hot. In the time since she'd last seen her mom over winter break, she'd lost weight, enough to regain the narrow waist and lean legs of her youth, but she'd kept enough to have the curve of her hips, her ample breasts, and her butt. She was tan, energetic, and happy. She was wearing her curly, dark hair down, and it cascaded over her bare shoulders. Lynne was wearing a curve-hugging tank top and a short skirt. She may have turned forty-seven this year, but Jen's mom was looking hotter than most of the other women in the hotel, which was saying something, because they were in Tampa Bay in the middle of spring break season, and her mom was successfully competing for attention with willowy co-eds. Plenty of the guys were checking her out as they passed by, and Jenna could see that her mom knew it. Jenna ran over to her mom and embraced her. "You look fab, mom! Happy, too." Lynne smiled. "How couldn't I be happy? I'm getting married tomorrow to a gorgeous hunk of a man, my favorite daughter is going to be my maid of honor, we're in sunny Florida, and I'm gonna spend the next seven glorious days on a Carribean honeymoon cruise." Jenna nodded. "You got me there, mom." Her mom's fiance, David, was a total hunk. Dark haired, dark eyed, athletic, and young - at 28, he was just shy of being 20 years younger than Lynne. In fact, Jenna was almost jealous - David seemed almost too good to be real. But, she didn't begrudge her mom's happiness; since her father had died almost fifteen years ago, her mom hadn't done much of anything for herself other than work and raise Jenna, her only child. Jenna couldn't even remember her mom dating other men when she was younger. Lynne stepped back to look her daughter over. Jenna was growing into a beautiful woman. Jenna had always been an athlete, and she was a three-sport starter at Penn State University: volleyball, basketball, and tennis. Standing at 5'11 (Two inches taller than her mother, Lynne thought), Jenna was lean, verging on sinewy, but almost despite herself, at 21, the young woman was finally filling out a little. Her breasts were smaller and more compact than her mother's, and her figure less curvy, but she was getting more than her share of attention from her fellow college students, both boys and girls, because her skin was creamy white, smooth, and tight, her green eyes were bright and excited, and her hair was cut short, almost boyishly so, but it looked super-cute on her daughter. In fact, Jenna had always reminded her of Earl, her first husband and Jenna's father. She reached up to touch her daughter's hair. "I love this cut on you. So butch!" Jenna laughed. "Mom! I am not a lesbian. You can't use butch to describe me. You'll scare off all these cute guys, and I really need to get laid this week." "Jenna! I'm your mother! You can't say get laid to me." "Why's that? You're gonna get laid this week, aren't you?" Lynne took her daughter's elbow and pulled her close. "You know it! David is...woof! Little Dave is..." She held out her hand like she was holding a fat salami. "Well, let's just say there's plenty of him, and he's ready almost every hour of the day." The two of them laughed together, and then Lynne said, "Here, let me help you with your bag up to the room. I can't wait to show you the dresses!" Lynne and Jenna gathered up their suitcases and took the elevator up to their room. Lynne opened the door, and they entered together. The room had the usual pair of queen beds, but the view was phenomenal - a gorgeous white sand beach already speckled with college hard bodies and an endless, blue ocean. Jenna ran through the room to take in the view while her mom opened the closet. "Oh, great," Lynne said. "The dresses are already here! Come and see, baby." Jenna reluctantly pulled herself away from the fabulous view to walk back into the room. "Okay, what king of awful bridesmaids' dress are you sticking me with...oh my gawd!" Lynne turned around with a pair of stunning corset dresses - one ivory, one black. Both were floor length, with an actual, lace-up-the-back corset at the top. They were both elegant, simple, and understated, but Jenna could see that these dresses were going to make the two of them look stunning. "Those dresses...mom. Wow." She took the black dress and held it up to herself in front of the mirror. "Gorgeous." Then, she turned back to face her mom, who was doing the same thing. "You look gorgeous, too." Then, Jenna smiled. "Black and white, huh? It almost looks like we're getting married." Lynne laughed, and laid her dress onto the bed closest to the bathroom. "Thanks, baby. And thanks for doing this for me. I know you have better things to do than to drive all the way to Florida and help your old mom get married." Jenna put her dress down on the other bed and hugged her mom again. "I can't imagine being anywhere else. So, tell me about David's best man. Is he a hunk, too?" "Eric? He's David's older brother. Yeah, he's good looking. But, he's also married. I think he brought his wife and their two kids down to go to Disneyworld after the wedding tomorrow." Jenna sighed theatrically. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to make do with some of those college students out there. You think I might be able to find one?" Lynne smiled. "Baby, I think you can find as many as you want - boys, girls, both. Hell, if I wasn't your mother..." Jenna rolled her eyes. "Now, I know you're teasing me. You aren't a lesbian, either." Lynne nodded. "Doesn't mean I haven't tasted the fruit." Jenna opened her mouth in faked shock. "Mom! You are in a mood today." "Don't tell me you've never eaten at the Y? Snacked at the snatch-shack? Munched on some hair-pie? You're in college." Jenna smiled and turned away coyly. "Oh, I didn't say that..." "So you have tried it with another girl." "Yes." "And?" "And what? I still like the dick, like my mom." Lynne reached over to put her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "All kidding aside, thank you. I really didn't have anyone else to ask." Jenna put her hand atop her mother's, feeling the warmth of their shared touch. "And I really meant what I said about not wanting to be anywhere else." Then, she sat on her mom's bed. "Now, tell me what you have planned." Lynne sat next to her daughter. "First, some pampering - for both of us. I scheduled some spa treatments first thing in the morning. Waxing, facials, and massages. We have hair appointments at noon, and then playing dress up for the wedding at two. We're going to exchange our vows, and then the limosine is coming by at four to sweep David and I off to a romantic honeymoon cruise - seven days in the Carribbean, and everyone on board will be newlyweds. That ship is going to be bouncing." "Sounds wonderful, mom. But what about tonight?" "Tonight? I was planning on a hot bath and curling up with a good book-" Jenna stood up. "Absolutely not! You need a bachlerette party, and what better place than Florida during spring break? We'll find you a male stripper, get you sauced on fruity drinks, maybe hook you up with one of those hard bodies out there...we gotta do this right. Now, what did you pack for clubwear?" "Clubwear? Nothing. I have a suitcase full of negligees and bikinis. I'm going on a cruise, not out on the town." "Well, tonight you're going out on the town, and you can't wear a negligee." Jenna looked at her mother with a critical eye. Her mom wore a white tank that hugged her breasts and a short skirt that had ridden up her thighs just by sitting down. The problem was the tank might be a tad too tight - it was showing off her mother's bra lines. "What you have on now would work, if you got rid of the bra." Lynne blushed. "Go braless? I have a little too much up here to do that." "It's for one night, and you will look smokin' hot. If you want, I'll lose mine, too." And with that, she pulled her own tee-shirt up over her head, revealing a white bra. "Come on, it'll be fun." Lynne looked at her skeptically. "Young lady, you have...less to worry about than I do, and you have never had children. Trust me; I drop my bra, I'll have my nipples down by my knees." Jenna scowled at her and with one swift motion she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, revealing a pair of larger B-borderline C-cup breasts, topped with pale pink aeoroles. The moment the air hit them, the nipples started to harden up. Standing topless in front of her mother, she put her hands on her hips. "Your turn." Lynee smiled. "Fine. One night." She ran her hands under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing a nude bra with large cups, filled to the brim with pale, quivering flesh. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, but she reached around her back for the clasp. "Best stand back," she added with a wry smile. She tugged the clasp open, releasing her breasts. Jen stared in amazement. Her mother's breasts were large, verging on ponderous, with big, dark aereoles surrounding thick nipples. They dropped the moment they lost their support to lay flatter, though still thick and rounded, against her mother's rising and falling ribcage, but not to her mother's knees. For a moment, Jenna almost forgot she was looking at her own mother, so taken was she by the size and shape of her mother's breasts. She wondered if they would smell like fresh bread if she buried her face in them, or what they would taste like. My gawd...maybe I am a lesbian after all. But, she forced herself to raise her eyes back up to her mother's face - and saw fear there. Lynne was biting her lip and blinking rapidly. "I'm sorry, baby...I'll put my bra back on." "No, why?" "I can tell you don't like them. They're old-lady tits..." "They're a woman's breasts, and they tell the story of my favorite mom's life." Without thinking, Jenna sat down on the bed and put her arm around her mother, oblivious to the fact that by doing so she was bringing her bare tits into contact with her mother's. "You are a beautiful woman. I am not lying to you...I hope I look half as good by the time I'm your age." Lynne blinked some tears out of her eyes. "Thank you, baby." She turned toward her daughter and pulled her into a hug, mashing her tits into her daughter's, feeling the warmth of Jenna's smooth, flawless skin rubbing against her own. She could feel Jenna's breath on her neck, and the touch of another woman's body against her own took Lynne back to her own college years, before Jenna was born, when she had a summer-long fling with her roommate, Cassandra. Jenna even smelled like Cassie - a little musky, a little sweaty from the drive, with a hint of lilac. It was a woman's scent - clean, soft, and slightly intoxicating, and just smelling her daughter and thinking of the nights she spent between Cassie's sweating, trembling thighs made her feel lightheaded, almost woozy. Jenna was surprised when her mother swept her into an embrace, doubly so when her mother's breasts flattened against her own. Like Lynne, Jenna's thoughts went immediately to the sensuality of the moment, the lavishness of her mother's flesh, the smell of coconut oil, and the softness of being in another woman's arms. Like her mother, she was also reminded of her most recent lesbian encounter, a somewhat embarrassing public display at a party with Geri, another Penn State co-ed. Like her mother, Geri's tits were huge, and Jenna had reveled in feeling them, lifting them with her hands, dropping her mouth to suck on the fat nipples, and, later, grinding her pussy against Geri's over and over, clit against clit, until both of them passed out from orgasmic pleasure. She felt a sudden urge to kiss her mother, not like a daughter kisses her mother, but like one lover kisses another, open-mouthed, with her tongue and her lips and...Stop it, Jenna. This is your mother you're thinking about ravishing! Lynne could feel her daughter tremble, and suddenly she became ultra aware of her daughter's rock-hard nipples poking into her breasts. Lynne heard Jenna's breath catch in her throat, hardly realizing that she'd stopped breathing, too. Is she going to kiss me? she thought, her body flushing with excitement at the thought, and then, She's your daughter! Stop this right now! Jenna felt her mother's breath stop riffling on her shoulder. She didn't know what her mother was thinking, but all she heard was the sound of her own heartbeat, fast, pounding, and strong. It was so loud, it was impossible that Lynne couldn't hear it, couldn't feel it. She pulled back, slightly, so she could look her mother in the eye. Lynne startled when Jenna began pulling away from her, and she startled again when Jenna's gaze met her own. It was like an electric shock passed between them at that moment; Lynne's mouth went desert-dry. She had a powerful urge to kiss Jenna right on the lips, to feel those soft petals against her own, to taste her daughter's mouth. She touched her lips with the tip of her tongue, trying to wet them. Jenna watched her mother's tongue dart out of her mouth, a fluttery, delicate movement that felt like an invitation. She could imagine what her mother's tongue would feel like against her lips, soft, but persistent. Lynne blinked. I have to stop this, now! Forcing a smile onto her face, she broke the embrace with her daughter. "I, uh..." Jenna looked away, suddenly embarrassed. "Yeah. Um, I...gotta use the bathroom." She leapt up from the bed and dashed to the bathroom, leaving Lynne alone and topless on the bed. But, she couldn't help from taking another look at her mother before she ducked into the bathroom, seeing the side of her mother's brest against her mother's naked body, and she couldn't help but notice that her mother's nipples were, if anything, even harder than her own. Lowering her gaze, she ducked through the doorway and closed the bathroom door. Confronting herself in the mirror, she looked like she'd been hunted. She was sweating, her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, and her chest was heaving. Her nipples were so hard that they ached, and the only thing she could think that would relieve them was a woman's lips...her mother's lips. No! That's not right - I can't feel this way, she thought. But her nether lips were wet - no, they were flooded - and her whole body was aching for release. Without thinking, she put her hand inside her skirt, inside her panties, and ran her finger down to her slit. She pushed her finger between her lips, so wet they squelched!, and found her clitoris, swollen and extended, hard like her nipples. It warmed to her touch. She remembered Geri, and her clit exploded, sending wave after wave of orgasm ripping through her body. When Jenna fled, Lynne watched her go, unable to look away from the young, tight body and the compact breasts of her daughter, yet furiously embarrassed to be doing so at the same moment. When the door to the bathroom slammed, she put her head in her hands. Lynne, what are you doing? What are you thinking? But, her body had another thing in mind, a hot, sweaty, entwined with another woman-thing in mind, and despite herself she felt her hand being pulled downward, inside of her skirt, inside of her thong to the center of her own need. Like her daughter, she thought of her previous lesbian lover. Like her daughter, orgasm came both very quickly and very wetly, and it came over and over again. Finally, as the last aftershocks faded, she pulled her hand out of her skirt and stood up. Oh, God, Lynne thought, I've left a massive wet spot on the bed. A second later, she blinked in disbelief - there were two wet spots on the blanket. Blushing, she quickly moved her dress, still in the plastic sheathing, over the wet spots and hurried back into her shirt. Per her daughter's wishes, she did not replace her bra. In the bathroom, Jenna used a towel to pat her panties dry. I gotta get laid, she thought. Boy, girl, hell, maybe one of each. And soon. She turned on the water and splashed herself in the face, then, shut it off and stood up. Her legs were unsteady, and she felt almost intoxicated, but she took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. She was oddly disappointed to find that her mother was dressed again, but then she realized that Lynne had taken her advice and left the bra off, and another jolt of pleasure erupted from her womb. She gritted her teeth and pushed that feeling aside. Still, she could see that Lynne's expression was hollow, staring, and shell shocked. Of course she's shell-shocked. She almost got kissed by her daughter. She probably thinks I'm a perv. You just need to get laid, Jenna. You're NOT a perv. Then, You just need to get laid, Jenna. You're NOT a perv. Lynne froze when Jenna walked back into the room, still topless. Her daughter looked haggard, unsteady. Of course she's unsteady. Her mother almost molested her. She bit her lip. "Are you okay?" Jenna nodded, ducking her eyes to avoid her mother's gaze as she reached for her tee shirt. "Yeah. Just...uh...road lagged, you know." She pulled her tee shirt on without looking at her mother. And horny as hell, she added mentally. Lynne smiled at her. "Of course. You've been driving all day. I...let me buy you dinner. And then, if you still want to go out a party, you know, we can do that." Jenna sighed, hoping that the worst was passed. "Yeah. That sounds great. I could really go for some seafood." The moment she said those words, she blushed. "I mean, you know." Lynne laughed. "Yes. Let's go eat." Mother/Daughter Honeymoon Cruise Ch. 02 Author's note: This is my second submission to the site, and the second in what is shaping up to be a very long series. This series is also the first that I have ever written in the erotica genre, so I really do appreciate your (gentle) criticisms as well). I have already learned that these things rarely work out the way you think they will. My original plan for the story (novella, whatever) had the first scene being Lynne's wedding day. Now, that scene seems to be at least two or three more vignettes away. Thanks to everyone who has commented on the previous episode; I hope can keep you all entertained for a little while longer. What has come before: Lynne McMahon is a 46 year old widow, Jenifer (Jenna) McMahon is her 21 year old daughter. Lynne is getting married tomorrow, and Jenna has traveled to Tampa Bay during Spring Break to be her mother's maid of honor. There, something happened that may set their previously-familial relationship onto a new path... ... Lynne took her daughter downstairs to the hotel restaurant to meet her fiancé, David. Jenna had to admit it...her mom was right. David was a straight-up Adonis. Dark hair, dark eyes, chiseled features, and a casual, easygoing charisma that made everyone laugh within minutes of meeting him. And, he was young. Really young. Jenna was surprised by just how young he was; her mom had told her that that David was a younger man, but Jenna guessed that David was much closer in age to her than he was to her mom. Still, she could totally get why Lynne liked him; hell, in another place and another time, Jenna would be the first one in line to jump his bones. But tonight, for some reason, whenver she looked at David she felt pangs of jealousy. 'It's time to share mom,' she thought. 'It's time for mom to have some happiness, too.' But, those thoughts provided her with little comfort. Also at dinner were Eric, David's balding and slightly paunchy older brother, hie petite, redheaded wife Julia, and their twin daughters, Wendy and Melanie, both seven years old. The kids were super excited; after the wedding tomorrow, the family was going to Disneyworld, and they could barely sit still, must less use their 'inside voices.' They were cute, and they attracted most of the other adults' attention, which relieved Jenna of the obligation of talking about herself, or even of paying attention to what anyone else was saying. And this was a good thing because Jenna spent the entire dinner distracted; she felt hot, jumpy, and uncomfortable in her own skin. In a word, she was horny - incredibly, impossibly horny - and she couldn't sit still. Her clit was hard like a rock, and even the most minor shift in position sent unwanted jolts of pleasure through her body. It didn't help that the hotel was overrun by college kids wearing the minimum clothing required by law; it seemed like everywhere she looked, she saw washboard abs, tight butts, bouncing breasts, luscious lips...and tonight, for some reason it was the women that were making it harder, ha ha, to pay attention to a plate of boring scallops and salad. 'I am not a lesbian,' she thought furiously every time she managed to avert her eyes. And yet, every time she looked up, she found her gaze following a gently swaying pair of tits or a curvaceous ass in a string bikini instead of yet another pile of muscles wearing a pair of surfing shorts. 'I'm getting married to a superhot hunk and all I can think about are girls...God, what's happening to me?' The twins did something cute, and the men at the table roared with laughter. Jenna looked up. Her mom, Lynne, was staring straight at the vee of her shirt, her eyes following the gentle swell of her daughter's breast. 'Oh. My. God,' Jenna thought. 'Is my mom checking out my tits?' She felt her face get hot as her nipples hardened under her mother's gaze. Lynne jumped suddenly, and her eyes snapped up to meet her daughter's. An electric shock jolted straight through Jenna's core when their eyes met. Lynne blinked several times, her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. A bright red blush started at Lynne's neckline and it crept up her face. Lynne reached for her water with a trembling hand and lifted it to her mouth. With a start, Jenna realized that her mother's nipples were hard, both of them straining against the white shirt that she wore. 'She's turned on,' Jenna thought, and then, 'She's turned on...by me!' Suddenly, she longed to feel of her mother's bare breasts against her skin again, to revel in their heaviness, their softness, and their size, as she had just a few moments earlier in the room. With a start, she averted her gaze again. 'Stop it, Jen! Just stop it!' The moment her daughter looked away from her, Lynne was hit by a sudden rush of shame and guilt. She had been checking out her own daughter's body on the day before she was going to get married. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' she thought. 'I need a drink.' She reached for a water glass on the table, forgetting for a moment that she was already holding one. Her hand jerked; ice cubes and water spilled down the front of her shirt, turning the fabric transparent and putting her dark, over-sized areoles on full display. Julia snorted water out of her nose. Jenna's jaw dropped as a thrill ran through her body. Both of the men turned; their eyes popped wide open. Lynne stood up, knocking the chair she'd been sitting on over. "I'm sorry...I need to...uh, bathroom..." She bent over to pick up her purse, revealing a valley of cleavage unrestrained by a bra. Julia stood up and slung her own purse over her shoulder. "I'll come with you." Lynne shot the other woman a haunted look, then nodded and fled for the back of the restaurant. Julia smiled at the rest of them. "You boys play nice with my future niece." Then, she followed Lynne. Jenna shut her mouth and turned to find David leering at her chest. "So, Jenna, what are you planning to do for the rest of the week?" ... Julia caught up to Lynne by women's bathroom door. She caught Lynne's arm and directed her further down the hall. "Family bathroom, hon," she whispered. She herded Lynne into a larger, single-toilet room, and then shut and deadbolted the door behind them. "More privacy." Lynne could barely hear her. She stood in front of the mirror, trying her best to hold back the tears. "I am so...humiliated..." Julia walked over to her and put one arm around her back. "No! You mustn't say such things. It was just an accident; we all have them." Then, she smiled at Lynne's reflection in the mirror. "Besides, it's spring time in Florida. All of the prettiest women are supposed to get their tee-shirts wet at least once." Lynne chuckled despite herself. "Yeah, but not in front of their future sister and her two very young children." She pulled up a handful of paper towels and started dabbing at the front of her shirt. Julia tsked. "Not like that. Here...take it off. We'll use the hand dryer by the door." Lynne balked. "I would be embarrassed..." Julia smiled. "I've already seen everything you've got, sister. It'll be faster, your shirt will be dryer, we'll get back to our meal quicker..." Lynne put up one hand. "Okay!" She smiled shyly, and turned her back to Julia before lifting her tank up over her head. She handed the shirt to Julia, who took it to the automatic dryer. Turning the nozzle upside-down, she laid the shirt over the vent and hit the button. She turned around. "Now, let's take a look at the rest of you. Did you get your skirt wet, too?" Lynne blushed...her panties were soaked. Like her daughter, she hadn't been able to get her mind off of sex the whole meal, and she'd been uncomfortably horny. 'Horny enough to check out my own daughter's tits,' she thought. 'What kind of a pervert does that?' But she didn't say anything. Instead, she shook her head and turned around to face Julia, covering her breasts with her hands. Julia chuckled. "Looks like you've got your hands full, Lynne." Lynne smiled despite her predicament. Her breasts were both full and large, and in order to cover her large areolae, she had to splay her fingers. Julia checked over the front of Lynne's short skirt. "Lucky for you, no more damage." She raised one eyebrow. "No bra tonight?" Lynne blushed an even deeper shade of pink. "My daughter's idea...she's, um, got plans, I guess..." "Bachelorette party! Say no more." She patted Lynne on the shoulder. "I almost never wear the damn things anyway." Lynne frowned. "Really?" "Look at me, Lynne." Julia spread her arms. Lynn looked at her really closely for, perhaps, the first time ever. Julia was a little shorter than Lynne, maybe five-five or five-six, but she was built much more slightly. Her future sister probably weighed no more than ninety pounds soaking wet, and was thin almost to the point of being bony. Her facial features were very fine, like bird's, and her skin was so pale as to be almost translucent. Her hair was red, naturally-so, Lynne thought, and she was wearing a rather conservative green dress: high-necked with buttons up the front, short sleeves, and a hemline that kissed the tops of her knees. But, there was no hint of protrusions on her chest. In a word, the woman was flat. Lynne nodded. "I haven't gone braless in public since..." she tried to think back to the last time she hadn't worn support. She wasn't coming up with anything other than, "Twelve years old." Julia raised an appreciative eyebrow. "Twelve? Life has been good to you. I never wore one until I was pregnant with the twins; at my biggest - a B cup." She laughed and restarted the dryer under Lynne's shirt. "I have something that might help you not feel so...naked...tonight. Something that covers up our more...obvious signs of arousal or chill. Would you like to try it? Will you promise not to freak out?" Lynne swallowed. This trip had taken such a surreal turn already, she couldn't imagine it getting any weirder. "Yes. Promise." "Okay." Julia reached up to the top button on her dress and undid it. The second, third, and fourth followed, revealing a trail of Irish-pale skin from her delicate throat to the top of her sternum. Even with her blouse open that far, Lynne still couldn't see the swell of her breasts...but she also couldn't take her eyes off of the younger woman's body. Julia smiled shyly and pulled her top open to reveal where her breast should be...but there was nothing there! No nipple, no areole...nothing! Wait...there was something there; a patch of something slightly darker and round. Julia slipped her fingers under it and peeled it off of her chest, revealing a surprisingly pink and thick nipple underneath. It hardened up the moment the cool air of the bathroom hit it. Julia held it up; it looked like a nude-colored flower. "Nipple petal. Silicon. Re-usable. Here..." She offered it to Lynne. Lynne blinked. "I've, uh, never..." Julia laughed, a sweet, tinkling sound. "I'll show you. We just need a bit of water first." She reached over to the sink and turned the knob. Nothing happened. She frowned and looked around. "Oh, dear." She picked up a piece of cardboard from the counter. It read, "SINK OUT OF ORDER." Julia looked at Lynne. "It never rains, but it pours." Smiling almost seductively at Lynne, she extended her tongue and licked the back of the petal. Lynne stared at it in amazement - Julia's tongue was as long as a smaller penis, and she flicked it precisely over the back of the petal, making sure to moisten each side just so. For an endless second, all Lynne could imagine was that tongue - that marvelously long, incredibly dexterous tongue going deep between the folds of her labia, licking and teasing and... Julia reached up with one hand and took one of Lynne's wrists into her tiny hand. "Ready?" Lynne nodded, her breath caught in her throat. Julia pulled her hand away from her right breast, revealing the large nipple, hard and aching, and the large, dark areole that surrounded it. "Hope this is big enough," she said with a laugh. Then, she carefully placed the petal over Lynne's nipple, trapping it under a layer of insulating silicone that was still warm from the other woman's body and wet with the other woman's saliva. Julia kept her hand there, pushing slightly, her fingers flexing ever so gently to unconsciously knead the ample flesh of Lynne's right breast. Lynne sucked in a breath and put her hand on Julia's wrist, thinking at first to pull the smaller woman's hand away. "No," Julia whispered. "Let it warm up for a moment or two." She flicked her green eyes to look up at Lynn. "Unless you find my touch offensive..." Lynne's heart hammered inside of her chest. Her breath was coming in short, quick gulps. She shook her head, a tiny, submissive motion, her eyes wide. "Far from it," she managed to whisper breathily. Julia raised her eyebrow again. "Hmmm." She gave Lynne's breast one final squeeze, and then let it drop, gently, back to lay against Lynne's rib cage. Lynne made no move to cover her right breast again. Julia opened the other half of her blouse, revealing a second petal. With a slight smile playing on her face, she slowly pulled the silicone cap off of her other nipple, revealing another large, swollen pink nipple on a slight bump of a breast. As before, Julia lifted the silicon cap to her mouth, and she put that amazingly long and dexterous tongue on the back side, lavishing it with her saliva until it gleamed. This time, however, she didn't reach out to take Lynne's wrist. Rather, she blinked slowly and waited. Feeling at once slutty and shy, shamefully exposed and proud like an exhibitionist, Lynne dropped her hand. Her left breast dropped slightly, and the cool air in the room immediately stirred her nipple to stiffen. She nodded at Julia. Studying the areole, Julia carefully aligned the petal with Lynne's breast. Her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. Then, she pressed the petal against Lynne's breast, making Lynne acutely aware of the other woman's touch, the softness of her hands, and the sharpness of her elegantly manicured nails. This time, when Julia squeezed her breast the first time, Lynne sighed, and she used her hand to capture the other woman's hand against her breast. Julia blinked, a question in her eyes. A thrill ran up Lynne's back; heat emanated from between her legs. Lust clouded her vision and drove rational thought from her brain. Suddenly, the only thing that mattered was coming; she needed the release of an orgasm immediately if not sooner. "I'm not a lesbian," she husked. Julia frowned. "I never said-" She didn't get a chance to finish. Lynne put her free hand behind Julia's neck and planted her lips on Julia's slightly-open mouth. The smaller woman stiffened; at the first touch of Lynne's lips, her mouth froze as well. She squeaked in surprise; Lynne sucked the noise into her mouth and smothered Julia's lips under her own. Julia tasted of cherry lipstick and Caesar salad and she smelled of lavender and coconuts. Lynne thrust her tongue against Julia's lips, pushing in to encounter her teeth, rigid and unmoving. 'STOP!' Lynne's rationale brain finally caught up with her lust-hazed id. 'Stop it, Lynnette...you're raping this poor woman.' Lynne jumped, backing out of the unwelcome kiss, releasing Julia's neck and her hand with a sudden rush of shame and guilt. "Oh my God, Julia, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me..." "I do," Julia replied. She still hadn't removed her hand from Lynne's breast. Lynne blinked. "You...do?" "Yes." Julia dug her nails into the larger woman's breast, sending a shock of pain and fear into Lynne. A nanosecond later, her womb throbbed with sudden need. Julia watched Lynne's reaction and nodded. "That's what I thought." She reached up and pulled Lynne's face down to hers; their lips met, but this time Julia was the aggressor. Her lean, powerful tongue penetrated Lynne's lips, forced open her teeth and jabbed into the space behind, seeking Lynne's tongue and twisting with it before pushing it back down into its bed. Lynne almost gagged on the smaller woman's tongue, but then she started sucking on it like a small penis, rounding her lips and hollowing her cheeks. Julia dropped Lynne's breast. She ran her free hand down Lynn's back, scratching her skin lightly with her nails all the way down her spine. Chills flowed from her touch, raising goosebumps everywhere they went. Julia pulled Lynne's head tighter into the kiss and then thrust her hand under and up Lynne's skirt, grabbing her right between her legs. Julia broke the kiss. "You're soaking wet, slut." Lynne stood up straighter. "What. Did you call me?" Julia pinched Lynne's clit, hard, between her thumb and forefinger. Lynne gasped. Pleasure roared through her boddy, ripping away the last vestiges of her civility. Her knees wobbled; she grabbed onto the sink to keep from falling over. "Ungh...ungh...no...ungh...stop..." Julia hissed into her ear. "You don't want me to stop, slut. You want release, right here, right now." Julia tore the older woman's panties down to her knees and then beyond. "Lift your right leg." Lynne obliged, and Julia slipped her panties off over the shoe. "Now the other." A moment later, Julia held onto Lynne's panties. She lifted them to her nose and inhaled. "Mmmm...nice." The smell of wet pussy filled the room. Julia held the soaked panties in front of Lynne's face. "You've been wet for a while now, Lynne. Is my brother responsible? Answer truthfully - I'll be able to tell." Lynne nodded. "Yes...and no...Partly." Julia smiled. "I figured as much. I saw you checking out all those youngsters in the hotel." Julia dropped the panties onto the counter. "In fact, I even saw you checking out your own daughter. You were, weren't you?" Lynne froze, fear seizing up her brain. "I, uh..." Julia slapped her across the face, not hard enough to hurt, really, but hard enough to shock Lynne nevertheless. "Answer. The question. Slut." Lynne lowered her eyes and nodded. "Please...don't tell David." "I wouldn't anyway." Julia released Lynne, took a step back, and tucked Lynne's sopping-wet panties into her purse. "But I'm going to keep these." Lynne's head snapped up. "You can't send me out there without underwear." Julia raised one eyebrow. "Or what? You'll leave the chair you sit in so wet it'll shine. Not my problem." "Please," Lynne whispered. "Okay...I'll give you a chance to earn them back." Julia hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of plain white bikini-cut panties. Without any hesitation, she yanked them down to her knees, revealing a neatly-trimmed orange-red bush and a pair of damp, slightly swollen pink labia. She braced herself against the door, dropping her panties to the floor as she did, and spread her legs. "You have five minutes, slut. Make me cum, and I will give you your panties back. Fail, and they're mine, and you can go clubbing full commando with your sexy little daughter." Lynne blinked. She hadn't gone down on another woman in more than twenty years. "But, I..." Julia sniffed. "Time's wasting, slut. If I were you, I'd get licking. Four minutes fifty-two seconds left." Lynne dropped to her knees in front of Julia on the bathroom floor. Without preamble or foreplay, she plunged her face into the other woman's pussy, finding it soaking wet, fragrant with Julia's musk, and opening at the first touch of her tongue. Julia tasted sweet, like old honey, but also tart, like new blackberries, and she plunged her tongue between the folds of the other woman's lips, seeking the hard nub of her clitoris. At the same time, she plunged two fingers of her right hand into Julia's vagina, bottoming out against the base of her fingers, feeling for the smooth and slippery nub that would mark the other woman's G-Spot along the front wall. She lashed at Julia's clitoris with her tongue.