7 comments/ 58382 views/ 55 favorites The Family Pet Ch. 01 By: Emmainpink Author's Note -- This story contains many taboo themes, the main one being possible incest in later stories and some others although I don't want to give the surprises away. This opening chapter is more romantic and set up for a much longer story, so if you're looking for instant sex, this might not be your cup of tea. It is my first proper long story and it is very ambitious so forgive me if doesn't quite come off. The structure is slightly odd, skipping back in time often and tonally, the flashbacks may feel more romantic than the more taboo/sex driven present. It is a very romantic story and it is written with a very special friend in mine, but there will also be filth so please bear in mind and I hope you like. P.S The character of Amy is an English girl in America, hence why English words may be used. *** December 1, 2015 *** Poised elegantly and upright, hands clamping tight around Amy hips, Taylor was gunning hard into the back of Amy. Her beautiful, big, fat black strap on was tearing her wife's arse in two and the moans of pain and pleasure coming from Amy's mouth were testament to this, but she didn't let up and her partner's squeals only spurred her on. She pumped her toy into her with vigour and zeal, almost mindless, her lust sending her to state of oblivion where everything else was drowned out. She was oblivious to Amy, on all fours and panting hard, calling for her to slow down and ease up but such trifling matter were of no concern to her. Amy was her wife but Taylor was her mistress and she would suit the pace that she dictated. 'Please ... a bit slower .. and a little more lube.' Taylor continued to fuck her hard, but begrudgingly slid out and rolled over off the bed and grabbed the lube on the side of the her dresser. Amy collapsed, head down into the pillow, her hair in her face but turned and looked round at her wife, giving a quick look of thanks. She knew it frustrated Taylor when she had to stop halfway through, she did so love to fuck her pet's ass but it was getting too much. Taylor generously lubed up her cock then walked over to the bed, then had an idea. She walked over to the pile of clothes that had been discarded by the door, as soon as Amy had got back from her shift at the hospital and foraged out for her dirty knickers. A grubby red thong that she had had for years, with little black dots on, but she loved it anyway. Taylor held it up to her nose. It smelt of her partner and was clearly wet. 'Got a little excited at work did we babygirl?' Amy heaved herself up from her slump and nodded, her face flushed red but Taylor knew this coy embarrassment was turning her on more than she would ever admit. She slowly walked over to her sub and bent down so she was face to face with her. She brushed the hair out of her eye. She was unkempt and sweaty, having been fucked anally for nearly an hour now. Stroking her face and in a soft and loving voice, she spoke. 'Mommy's not finished yet. So keep quiet, babygirl.' And on that, she grabbed a ball of her hair in a bunch and yanked Amy's head upwards, nearly snapping her neck and stuffed the thong in her mouth. Amy was half surprised by the speed and force, but this was nothing new to her. This rough use of her body, a body that didn't even belong to her in her mind anymore, had characterised their marriage and she had come to expect Taylor's dominant ways ... it was why she had married her in the first place. Taylor slapped her face gently, checking her cheeks were full. 'That ought to shut you up. Now get back in position.' Eager to obey, Amy got back on her hands and knees and stuck her ass out like the good girl she definitely wasn't. Taylor positioned herself behind her and added a tiny bit more lube around her partner's tight brown rosebud. Again, a change of mind came to her and she reached forward and gripped Amy's neck hard, pushing her down into the pillow so her ass came up higher. She admired her handiwork and chuckled. Amy did not .. could not .. complain. She gripped her hips again with her left hand, and with the right guided the big black cock into Amy's anus. She heard sighs coming from the pillow, but they were muffled out by the panties in her mouth. She didn't want to hear Amy's cries. She just wanted to fuck her. 'Moms! Are you awake?' A door had suddenly opened then slammed, and a teary voice, the voice of Karen their daughter, was calling out for them, getting nearer and nearer moving up the stairs. Taylor swore under her breath, and slid out of Amy, unbuckling the strap on as fast as she could. 'Shit. What's she doing back? She's meant to be at Danny's all night. Shit, fuck, shit. Get in the shower.' Without thinking Amy obeyed, jumping off the bed and running into the en-suite. Taylor heard the sound of the shower flick on and hurried over to the door where Amy had discarded her clothes in a crazed lust earlier, kicking them out of sight. She quickly threw a kimono over herself to cover her nudity and just hoped her daughter couldn't detect the smell of sex ... did she even know what sex smelt like at eighteen years old? Her train of thought was interrupted by a petite brunette coming crashing in through the wall and wrapping her arms around her. The door slammed hard open and bounded into the walls. The hard pinewood frame bounced back and hit the wall so hard that the picture frame over the mantelpiece loosened and came crashing down. The glass smashed and the blown-up photo inside ballooned out. Karen hugged her mother hard but jumped in shock when the picture crashed to the floor and the glass scattered around her feet. She broke away and wiped the tears away from her eyes. 'Mom, I'm so sorry!' Taylor bit her lip. That photo was very precious to her and she nearly flew off the handle. But then she saw her daughter's wet face, mascara running and clearly upset. It could wait. She tiptoed amongst the glass and picked out the photo, laying it flat on the bed. It showed a Taylor, nearly twenty years ago standing outside a snow-covered bar on her college campus, arm in arm with her one life love, Amy, on their first date. *** December, 21, 1995 *** It was nearly Christmas and campus was deserted. Snow had descended and settled, a white blanket as far as the eye could see. Nearly everyone had gone home for vacation and besides, no-one was walking around in this cold anyway at this time of morning. The sun had only just risen, the birds were still singing and a robin could be seen. The sky was still a little dark, it was not long after 6am. No-one had any cause to be up this early, no-one that is apart from the young woman who had just emerged from her block, wrapped up warmly in a thousand layers in hat, scarf, two coats and snow boots. Her hat, home-knitted by her Mom with a yellow A-M-Y stitched in held her hair in place but the faintest tinge of brown locks could be glimpsed hiding underneath. She had pale skin with full red lips, a petite face in general to match her body but pretty ... very pretty, cute rather than sexy. Her tiny nose met in the middle of her two sparkling blue eyes. Her lips always seemed to be on the cusp of a sweet smile, but never really opening wide enough, always on the verge but never really allowing that joy to flood her face, a veneer of insecurity and holding back. She had no reason to be insecure yet she looked like she was hiding something and had been for a long time. She wasn't very tall, and looked faintly comical in such big clothes to keep warm but even with all those layers, she clearly had a great body. Her frame was slight, her feet dainty and nimble. She had a dancer's body with incredible legs to more than make up for her rather flat chest. Leaving her block and locking the door behind her, Amy rubbed her eyes. It was early but she was on a mission. The library had just opened its doors and she wanted to get there before anyone else. The book she was going to get was rather embarrassing. She had phoned ahead yesterday to see if they had it in stock and even though she had phoned anonymously from her block's payphone, it was still mortifying. She knew at this time of year and this time in the morning, no-one would be around. The only people around in vacation time were international students like herself. She often frequented the library at this time as well, loving to read more than anyone else in the world and nothing like the feeling of being in an empty library. She had gotten to know the staff in the mornings and knew for a fact that on a Tuesday morning first thing, a lovely old lady by the name of Helen would be on the desk. Helen was coming up to 80, and was nearly completely blind sadly. She could still do her job, but she rarely bothered trying to see what the book was anymore. Sometimes, Amy would sit and read to her early of a morning or just tell her of the book she was reading. Today though she was hoping Helen would check this book out for her without taking a second glance. Campus really was beautiful this time of year, she thought as she trudged through the snow to the library. She pulled out her Walkman CD player and hit play on her Tracy Chapman CD, and ambled on contently. She walked aimlessly, lost in the lulling lyrics, she knew the path off by heart and no-one was around this time of... UMPH! 'Woah! Easy!' She had walked right into someone, bodies clashing and a thick New York accent had called out to her when she suddenly realised the music had stopped. Her earphones had slipped out of the jack and her Walkman had fallen out of her grasp in the fall. She looked around and it was arcing through the air when a hand calmly reached out and caught it with ease. Amy looked up at the source of that accent. A tall blonde girl stood before her, hair flowing long across her shoulders. She was laughing at the frantic expression on the brunette's face. Amy just stared back at her, a little taken aback by this girl's stunning appearance, even with her cheeks puffed out and red from the cold, her blue eyes were still piercing. Her laugh should have been captivating but Amy instead felt a little embarrassed and ashamed. She tailed off and smiled wickedly. 'Here you go!' She offered out the Walkman and Amy took it, but before she could even stutter back a thank you, the blonde had turned on her heels and headed off through the library door. Amy couldn't help watch her go. Her little ass was so small and cute ... she watched her right until she disappeared through the door, when she snapped to her senses out of her hypnotic trance, put the blonde stranger out of her mind and carried on up to the library. Once inside, the warmth hit her and she pulled her woolly hat off her head, letting her brown hair fall down. She slipped out of her coat and hung it on the coatrack by the door. Just in jeans and a white blouse, she slipped a little slip of paper out of her pocket which had the book name and code scrawled on it. She looked at it, TA69, and knew that code was on the sixth floor the top of the library and began climbing the hundreds of flights of stairs to get to the top. Thankfully, she wouldn't be disturbed up there. On the sixth floor, she slowly stalked the stacks until finally she found the volume she had been plucking up the courage to check out for weeks ... 'The Poetry of Amy Lovell'. She delicately took it down off the shelf and flipped it open, skimming the foreword. She had heard talk of Lovell in her English Literature classes, knew she was a famous lesbian poet but had never been able to get her hands on it before. Sinking down in a nearby chair and getting comfortable, she couldn't wait. Excitement coursed through her as she let the book fall open at a random page, picked a short poem and began to read. 'A Shower' 'The sputter of rain, flipping the hedgerows And making the highways hiss, How I love it! And the touch of you upon my arm As you press against me that my umbrella May cover you. Tinkle of drops on stretched silk Wet murmur through green branches' She re-read it again, perhaps not quite as erotic as she had heard or she had been hoping for. She closed her eyes and imagined this faceless poet, seeing her in her head as blonde, tall maybe with a New York accent for some reason.. She let the words dance through her head, trying to let meaning come to her. She imagined it was herself under the umbrella with the faceless beauty she was conjuring up, this poet she knew next to nothing about, in her head. It was she pressing against her and even in the warm, heated library she felt a little tingle. Stretched silk.... What could that be? That could be the silk of pale dainty flesh ... or it could be the silk of black and red lingerie ... stretched out over a beautiful blonde mound... wet murmurs... Her eyes opened with a jolt and the book snapped shut in her lap as she sat up abruptly. This was not the place for such thoughts in the library... nevertheless she felt a slickness in her knickers and knew it was time to take this particular reading back home to bed, where she would be completely private. She turned the book over in her hands, looking at the picture on the back. How disappointing! The image of Lovell as this blonde beauty was quickly dispelled when she saw the poet's real appearance. It's the words that count though, she thought and headed down the stairs to find Helen and take it out without anyone starting to suspect anything about her. Again she walked a little absentmindedly down the stairs and to the front desk. With an imagination like hers, she could be forgiven for daydreaming a little. Well, constantly. Without looking up, she said, 'Hey Helen,' 'You just really don't notice the world around you, do you?' A familiar voice taunted playfully and Amy's neck shot up in shock. 'It's you!' 'Ta-da! You expecting me?' 'It's you! But what are you doing here?!' 'I work here ... do you need to sit down and have this explained to you or something, you don't quite seem to be getting it?' Her tone was sarcastic but her face was smiling. Amy stood there a little agog and for a little too long, and again this blonde's unflinching smile and her stupid gormless face just made her feel embarrassed again. She began to stutter a little. 'But where's Helen?' 'That old dear? She's sick or something so they asked me to cover. I'm Taylor. What you got there?' She indicated to the book Amy was clutching. Fuck! She was hoping to check this out without anyone picking her up. Now, this demanding blonde beauty ... no, Taylor ... Taylor was eyeballing her waiting for an answer. She felt compelled to obey her though, maybe it was those eyes, and offered up the book. Taylor took it and examined it, a big grin playing across her face. 'Nice. This stuff is OK. But if you want some really good Sapphic poetry, I know exactly where to look in this place. It's kinda my area. Lovell's decent if you want delicate hints at the good shit but it won't really get your juices flowing if you know what I mean.' She winked at Amy, who abruptly turned a violent shade of red through embarrassment. This girl was certainly very forward. She had no idea what to say. Taylor jumped up from behind her desk and began to head towards the stairs. 'Follow me, I'll show you some more you might like.' Amy remained rooted to the spot however. 'What if someone comes?' 'Yeah .. its 6am four days before Christmas, like anyone's gonna come in, genius. Come on silly, follow me!' She waggled a finger, beckoning for Amy to follow and she felt herself powerless to resist this girl's charms. She allowed her legs to carry her up the stairs, following that cute little ass even though she had come here so early with the express intention of keeping this little secret to herself. Before she knew it though, she was back on the sixth floor. Taylor moved swiftly and elegantly over to the lesbian poetry section and instantly slid a book off the shelf. Clearly she knew this section well. She was either a keen Sapphic poetry enthusiast ... or well, a librarian. But perhaps both? Turning back to Amy, she beamed at her, smile touching both corners of her lips, and handed her, 'Lesbian Juices: Volume I by Leni King'. The front cover depicted two beautiful women, standing just in their black bras, one blonde reaching out and gently stroking the underside of a brunette's chin. Amy looked at it mesmerised. That dampness she had noticed, sitting just in that chair over Taylor's shoulder, was increasingly becoming more of an issue. All of a sudden, she felt a finger stroke the underside of her chin and lift it up to see the face that was slowly approaching her, swarming her vision and bringing her into an unexpected kiss. Taylor's lips brushed against Amy's, taking her upper lip in between her and gently pulling at it. Amy was stunned but just shut her eyes and let it happen, sinking into it. She felt Taylor place a strong hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair and pulling her deeper into the kiss. She felt Taylor's tongue gently feel its way next to hers, and she tentatively replied with hers. She could have sworn Taylor was smiling when she felt this reciprocation of the kiss and her tongue wrapped around Amy's, swirling around it passionately. The intensity and heat of the kiss soared as Taylor began to move within her, her hand sliding out of Amy's hair, caressing her neck and moving down to her hip, taking Amy in both hands and turning her and shoving her against the wall, kissing her fiercely. Amy was taken aback but felt a rush like nothing she had quite felt before. She had never been kissed before but now she never wanted to stop being kissed ... Taylor broke away, biting her lip and looking back at Amy, pinned against the wall and breathing shallowly. She giggled and smiled at Amy, who looked like she had gone into a state of shock. Arching an eyebrow, she smirked a little. 'I would say I don't normally take girls up here and make out with them ... but then I'd be lying. I'll see you downstairs. I think you're really going to like that book'. And with that, she turned and walked back down the stairs. That was it? That was fucking it? One amazing kiss ... her first kiss... then she was gone? She didn't even register what she had said, she was too busy staring at her biting her lip. The book, ah the book! She looked around for it and spotted it on the floor. When Taylor's lip's had crashed into hers, she had lost complete control of her senses and it must have slipped out of her hand onto the floor. She really was clumsy today. No guesses as to why. She picked it up. The cover was eerily reminiscent of just a few seconds now. Flicking through it, it certainly was more erotic than the Lovell ... Jesus Christ. But why had she gone? This was just casual for her, she thought. She does this all the time. It might have been an amazing first experience for me, but that was nothing for her. For the third time today, she had the unshakeable feeling that this girl was far superior to her. Clearly Taylor wasn't interested in anything more. She would have to go down there and play it cool. Give off the same impression too, not be such a fucking virgin. She gripped King's book tightly and headed off downstairs. Taylor was sat composed behind the desk, now talking to an older male librarian who had just joined her. Amy tried her best not to blush when she walked over to the checkout desk. Taylor politely finished her conversation and turned to Amy, displaying that wide smile again. 'Ah, I see you went with my recommendation then.' Amy handed it over and mumbled an agreement of sorts. Taylor looked at her and just chuckled a little at her embarrassment. Not knowing where to look, Amy just looked down at her feet. She heard the book snap shut and Taylor handed the closed copy over to her. The Family Pet Ch. 01 'Thank you, madam. Do come back soon.' Taylor winked devilishly. If it was possible, Amy turned an even deeper shade of red, attempted a smile and hurriedly exited the library. By the end, it was almost a little run. When she got to the door she threw on her hat, coat and scarf and headed out into the cold, running off into the snow. Running in snow ... big mistake. In her eagerness to get out of there and back to her dorm, she slipped and fell right on her backside. Miss Clumsy strikes again ... and she was meant to be a dancer for God's sake! The book went flying in the air and flapped open. She rolled over onto all fours when in the corner of her eye, she saw a little scrap of paper dance through the air. It must have been tucked between the pages, she thought. It landed softly on the snow and she handled it, where it read, 'Cute brunette, That was really fun. Campus bar, 7o'clock tonight. Be there. Don't be late. Hope you like the reading. Taylor xxx' *** Taylor smiled looking at the photo, chuckling of the memory of how nervous and shy her Amy had been that day, that first day. And though she had turned her into a filthy whore now, who would drop to her knees and eat her at a moment's notice, she still retained that nervous submissive streak. It was why she loved her so much. Karen looked at her mom hesitantly, not sure of her reaction. Her face had briefly clouded over her rage, a rage that was familiar throughout her childhood. Mom Taylor was the strict parent, the discipliner. Mom Amy was the pushover. When she was a little girl, if she wanted something she'd always go to Amy who'd normally cave into her daughter's demands. Taylor would normally come in and over-rule her however, with a face like thunder. She thought she recognised that face when it smashed, but as she looked at it fondly, a softness replaced the hard anger. She sniffed a little, nose running and this snapped Taylor back to life. She opened her arms out wide and pulled her daughter into a hug. 'Oh my sweet little Karen, what's wrong?' Karen tried to hold it together but then her lip started to wobble and she couldn't hold it in any more. She let out a wail so loud, Amy could hear it in the shower, it probably woke the neighbours. Amy sighed as she scrubbed herself down. She hated to hear her daughter so upset. She would get out there as soon as she had showered. But then ... A dark voice in her head told her that Taylor could probably handle it. She was a better mom than she ever had been, knowing when to listen and when to discipline. Karen just bossed herself around like she wasn't there .... Like mother, like daughter then. She could handle the crying for a few more minutes. Switching the shower onto maximum, she let the hot water cascade down her naked body. Her ass was still sore and burning, Taylor had really not let up. But she knew best not to challenge her Mistress. She never wanted to anyway. She poured out some shower lotion on her hand and massaged her sphincter, gently rubbing and soothing it but unmistakeably an erotic thrill was still bubbling under the surface. She had just been interrupted before even orgasming, after all. Her nipples were still poking out, that sexual rush that had been coursing through her body minute ago was only just subsiding. She could feel them, pointing out into her hand as she washed her breast. They had never been particularly big, a B-cup all her life, but at 39 years old, they were starting to sag a little. This didn't bother her that much. She was getting older. Life happens. Life had happened. But she knew she had someone who loved her and cared for her and didn't care what she looked like. Sure, she missed her once toned and exceptionally fit body, back when she used to be a dancer ... but that that was eighteen years ago, before she'd had Karen. *** December, 21, 1995 ... a little later that day *** Amy stood before the mirror, poised on her right toe, trying to lift her leg up as straight as possible. Her face was screwed up in concentration. She hardly looked a peach in the mirror, but she looked determined and focussed ...until her right leg gave out and she fell dizzyingly backwards. She swore loudly. What was up with her today? She loved days like today when the gym would be empty and she could have the dance hall all to herself. She could plan and choreography whole routines, individual dances of course. By aged eighteen, she had become a very skilled and fluent dancer but always preferred to dance alone. She was not a team sports girl. From a fairly young age, she had never got along that well with other girls. She wasn't a bitch or anything and didn't mind other girls so much. She had just never been able to connect with them, particularly once that train puberty rolled around. The chats about boys and make-up and fashion never really appealed to her. She always preferred the company of guys. That brought out some remarks from the other girls, now they were bitches, but she didn't really care. She just had more in common with them. She sometimes wondered how much she stereotyped her own sex but she didn't care particularly. Most women she knew were too feminine for her taste, but she had never been a girly girl particularly. Sure, she did ballet but she'd had little choice in that. Her strict mother had wheeled her up there at the age of 5, but unlike a few issues with her mother, she did not regret it all. As far as she was concerned, and millions of unsuccessful idiots had tried to dissuade her, it was a sport. Physically, it put her through her paces. She was extremely fit as a result, and was mentally strong as well after all the competitions she had been dragged to as child. In just her blue sports bra and leggings, her flat stomach was visible, her hard abs apparent. But for all that, today she just could not handle it. Her poise was all wrong, her body was She couldn't stop thinking about her date tonight with the hot, seductive and dominant librarian from that morning. Even the thought of it, brought a little smile to her face. She, Amy, the tense freshman virgin, had a date tonight. With one of the hottest girls she had ever seen. She was a little dizzy just thinking about it. No wonder she couldn't pull of a 'penchee' pose. She headed to the locker room, stripped off her sports bra and kicked off her leggings. She had worked up quite a sweat but shower here or back in her dorm in ten minutes? She would need to get ready for her big date actually. Wait, perhaps. She tugged out her change of clothes from the locker, just slipping into some standard cotton knickers and a matching plain white bra, some sweatpants and a plain-white tee, before zipping up her big parka and heading out into the cold again. It hadn't been a particularly productive session, but she had bigger things on her mind. When she got back to her room ten minutes later, the time on her new digital alarm clock read '18:08'. Fuck, she only had half an hour or so to get ready before she'd had to leave. She looked again at the note that she had pinned down under the clock. She could almost hear it being read out in Taylor's voice. 'Campus bar, 7o'clock tonight. Be there. Don't be late.' Reading it again sent a little shiver down her spine. But she didn't have long. She rushed to her en-suite, hit the shower to the max and quickly stripped. She hopped in and began to wash herself down, wanting to look and smell perfect tonight. She hopped straight out as soon as she could and wrapped a red towel around herself, and tousling her hair with another. The time now read, '18:17'. Double fuck. Being a little tomboyish, she could normally get ready in ten minutes flat, but tonight was different. Tonight was meant to be special. She dropped the towel and started scampering round the room in the nude, looking for things she needed. She darted from her drawers, pulling out a hair dryer to the other side of the wall with a plug socket, still naked, a comical sight if anyone had been lucky enough to see it. Meanwhile the minutes just ticked away. She looked at her dry hair in the mirror. It wasn't particularly smooth, but that would have to do, she could brush it later. Dashing over to her clothes dresser and kneeling down, she heaved open her underwear drawer. Fuck, why did this girl have to ask her out on laundry day? A little notice might have been nice. She barely had anything and clean and what she did have none of it matched. But then she scolded herself mentally. Get a grip, Amy. You're only going for a drink. If you think she's gonna strip you down that far, you're probably daydreaming again. In the end, she pulled out a pair of pink cotton boyshorts which framed her ass well, and a yellow lace bra. She looked a little ridiculous but what the hell! Springing to the balls of her feet, she flung open her wardrobe. Time was really against her. Again, she cursed Taylor's short term planning. She might have been instant and spontaneous but Amy wasn't. She needed time and structure. Spontaneity was not her strong point and she certainly didn't have the wardrobe for it. She had nothing dazzling, never needing to own something like that before. Flicking through the racks of what she had, she settled for what she'd always thought was a sexy, elegant, red chiffon blouse. It was low cut enough to show enough of her pale chest and the sleeves were loose and draped in the breeze. It was probably the most feminine thing she owned. With a nice pair of tight jeans to go with it, suddenly she was starting to feel a bit more pleased with her appearance. Admiring herself in the mirror, she glimpsed the time on the clock. Triple fuck! It was '18:47' now. Where had the time gone? It would normally take fifteen minutes to get there without the snow. In her black skinny jeans and red top, she zipped up her parka again, put on her snowboots and headed out to the campus bar in a rush. It took over fifteen minutes in the perilous conditions, and Amy knew she was running late. Exactly what the note had told her not to. When she flung the door open and threw her big coat on the rack, there was no sign of Taylor anyway. As she had expected, the bar was practically empty, aside from some Chinese students drinking in the corner. They must have not been able to book flights back like her. But no Taylor. Amy sidled over to the bar, and slumped down in a stool. Having rushed to get here, fearing being late, Taylor didn't even seem to be here. She looked over at the barmaid, a prettyish redhead around her mid-thirties probably. She didn't pay much attention to Amy, for the TV was on and she was more interested in that than her customers. Amy cleared her throat. 'Excuse me. Can I get a glass of whatever red wine you've got please?' The barmaid paid no notice, didn't even seem to hear her. Confrontation was never Amy's strong suit. Maybe she hadn't heard her. She cleared her throat loudly again, when just then a firm hand gripped her shoulder and that New York voice that had rung like a bell in her head all day called out. 'Sarah. For fuck's sake, do your job. Get my friend here what she asked for.' Amy turned happily to see Taylor standing tall next to her. She was glaring ominously at Sarah when Amy caught her eye, and her expression remained slightly hostile. Amy was a little taken aback. 'I thought I said don't be late.' Amy froze, unable to read her cold blank face. Was she joking? It didn't seem so. Taylor turned away and leant on the bar. 'Well seeing as you were so late as I specifically instructed against, I think this round's on you isn't it... isn't it ...?' She seemed to be hinting at something, which Amy was not quite sure of then it came to her. She hadn't even told her her name yet. 'Er .. Amy!' 'Nice to meet you Amy. So this round's on you?' Amy didn't know what to say, but just nodded and mumbled some kind of agreement. At that, Taylor smirked. 'Great. I'll have a beer then. I'll meet you in the booth.' And as it seemed like she had a habit of doing, she turned and walked off leaving Amy to pay for and collect the drinks. Sarah handed her a beer without even asking for it as if she knew the order before it was given, and did Amy detect a little hint of jealousy in her eyes? Maybe Taylor came here a lot. Not much of a drinker, Amy didn't get out much, preferring to sit and read at home. With her wine and Taylor's beer in one hand, she slowly walked over to the booth where Taylor was sitting idly, not wanting to spill the drinks. Taylor didn't get up though and just waited for Amy to slide into the booth. She handed her beer and looked into her eyes deploringly. 'I'm sorry for being late, I just ...' Taylor took the beer and smiled encouragingly, the stern face gone, and indicating to the drink, she said, sipping. 'Look you made up for it, OK? Just don't be late next time.' Amy's face flushed with relief while those 'next time' rung in her mind. Taylor was just how she had imagined her all day. Her hair, blonde and slightly curly, fell down to her shoulders. Her skin was slightly pale but it matched her blonde hair beautifully. She was wearing a brown stylishly cut leather jacket, with a white T-shirt underneath. Amy couldn't read the slogan on it, so stretched out was it by her blossoming chest and large breasts. She realised she had been staring at Taylor a little too long and took a sip of her drink, eyes looking at the ceiling but inevitably being drawn back to Taylor. It was she who broke the awkward silence. 'So did you get a chance to look at any of those poems I recommended this morning?' 'No, I didn't but thanks again. I've been at the gym all day.' Taylor's face seemed to light up hearing this. She asked enthusiastically, 'Ah, you go to the gym. I could tell from that body you work out. Do you play sports there or something?' Amy blushed at the compliment. 'Er ... not exactly. I do ballet and I was using the dance hall. It is a sport though.' At this, Taylor arched her eyebrow quizzically. 'Ballet? A sport, really?' She looked at Amy teasingly but she clearly was only playing and for the first time in her life when that annoying phrase had been aimed at her, it didn't bother her. Amy smiled and just ignored it. She had been nervous at the thought of a date, but talking to Taylor was pretty easy. She relaxed and said defiantly, 'Yes, it is!' Taylor jokingly rolled her eyes and smiled widely at Amy, who beamed back. 'Well if you say so, I play volleyball myself. Now that's a proper sport.' Amy wanting to return the compliment paid earlier gabbled something out. 'Oh, I could also tell from your body that you work out ... as well... oh God I'm sorry that was awful.' Taylor laughed. 'It's fine. It was exactly what I just said. But it was cute. You're cute.' 'I'm sorry, it's just I've never been on a date before...' She tailed off at the end, embarrassed and Taylor almost did a double take, awestruck. 'You've never been on a date before? Seriously?' Seeing that Amy was looking a little hurt at this surprise, she quickly corrected herself. 'I mean, no that's fine, seriously. I just meant like ... well you're gorgeous, that's all. I'm surprised no-one's snapped you up before.' Amy seemed a little better but was clearly a little uncomfortable, so Taylor quickly changed the subject 'So did you want those poems out for educational purposes or more for pleasure?' There was a certain seductive emphasis placed on the last word which Amy couldn't work out if she loved or if it bothered her. Taylor was far more overtly sexual than anyone she had ever met, and much more than she could handle. 'Erm, well the Lovell I originally wanted to get out I had heard about in class. But yeah, those were ... um... more for pleasure.' Taylor seemed amused by Amy's obvious embarrassment, but she found it endearing. Again, Amy found herself more able to relax. 'What do you study?' 'English Literature is my major.' 'Ah cool! I love to read. Do you enjoy it?' 'Yeah, I love it to be honest. I wouldn't normally be in a bar like this at this time, I'd normally be in bed with a book.' 'Well the guys are missing out', Taylor said winking at her. 'I know the feeling though. I do biology myself.' 'Oh, right. I was never a big fan of the sciences at school. What made you choose it?' 'I like understanding how things work. Natural systems are so complicated and ... they just fascinate me. I'm an expert in the human body. But I suppose you can get that from literature too. Some of those poems I recommended will inform you more about a body and what makes it fly than any textbook will.' Was that innuendo too? Amy could not keep up. 'A biologist who became a librarian? How did that work out?' 'Well, I mainly do it for the bit of spare money, it comes in hand. And it's good for kissing hotties on the sixth floor, of course. Sorry, if I was a little forward this morning, I wouldn't normally chance it with a straight girl ... but the book was kinda a giveaway, and you were too hot to resist.' Amy squirmed a little in her seat, before saying something that surprised Taylor. 'I'm not sure if I am a lesbian ... I'm a little confused.' Taylor smirked and quickly retorted. 'Honey, this morning you were kissing a woman you'd never met before and now you're on a date with her. I think you're a lesbian.' Amy opened her mouth to protest but just ...why fight it? She had always denied the obvious suggestions about her sexuality, always shut that part of her brain down. But the evidence was overwhelming and here she was, on a date with someone who clearly didn't care, who clearly knew and who clearly loved it. Loved it so much that just at that moment, she felt Taylor's stocking-clad toe run up Amy's jeans seductively. She opened her legs ever so slightly and said. 'Well, yeah, there's no point denying it I suppose.' Taylor smiled and ran her toe up further, toying with her under the table, tantalisingly stroking her inner thigh. Amy didn't know what to do apart from keep her legs open and enjoy it. She relinquished all control to Taylor Those cute pink boyshorts were more than a little wet now. 'That's a really good attitude. I've been out for two years now, trust me it feels really good.' 'How did that go down?' 'Er ... I dunno, mixed I'd guess. I've known since I was like 8 or something stupid. Friends handled it really well. Some of them REALLY well, and we had some fun if you know what I mean. They were looking to experiment and I was more than a willing test dummy. Family ... meh ... they've never really accepted it that well. My mom denied it at first, but now she's slowly coming to terms with it, I think. It's the grandkids thing mainly.' Amy tried to look supportive and caring, even though she had this girl's foot about an inch away from her dripping cunt. 'There's always options for that though, adoption or sperm donors. I think you're incredibly brave. I couldn't ... haven't done it yet. And at least being out you got some action right, not like me stuck in the closet?' Taylor smiled back. For once today, she had looked a little unsure of herself and had felt it too just there. But Amy's comforting cheered her. 'Yeah, I get plenty of action', grinned Taylor as her toe now parted Amy's thighs further and began to stroke the outside of the pink fabric. She could feel the dampness already. Time to get her a lot wetter. 'You could say I've been around campus a few times.' Just as Taylor's toe had begun to move upwards and pull the shorts down, it was quickly removed, much to Amy's disappointment, as Sarah the barmaid had come to collect their empties. When she leaned forward to collect the empty glass on the other side of the table, she seemed to be thrusting her ample bosom in Taylor's face but she just ignored her, clearly annoyed at the interruption. When Sarah spoke there was a slight bitter tone. The Family Pet Ch. 01 'Can I get you two anything else? Drinks, food ...' 'Will you just give us some fucking privacy please Sarah?' Taylor snapped forcefully, a powerful side of her Amy was just beginning to see. And she loved it. Sarah looked hurt and turned, her tail between her legs, glaring at Amy one last time before she walked away. Normally Amy would be mortified but all she felt was pride that Taylor was talking to her. She was glad Sarah was jealous. 'Been around campus ... including her then, I take it?' Taylor rolled her eyes. 'Is it that obvious? She's so fucking needy ... she would normally be getting fucked right about now, so she's a little on edge, I'm guessing.' Amy enjoyed keeping Taylor all to herself, and probed further. 'How come she's not getting fucked then? 'Because I'm on a date right now ... and I think it's going well enough that I won't need her tonight.' Amy tried to hide her excitement and pleasure, but her smile was still bursting through. She was beginning to miss the pressure on her centre though which had been there a second ago, before that bitch had interrupted. Taylor changed the subject, not wanting to peak too early. By the way she was moving for her and her wetness, she had Amy right where she wanted her at this stage. She sipped her drink. 'So I haven't really seen you round campus much and I noticed you're not exactly American. Whereabouts in England are you from?' 'Near Birmingham, if you know it, but I study in London. I applied for a third year study abroad, not thinking I'd get it and here I am. I have to say I love America.' 'Well I love England too and all British things. Your accent is so hot ... so polite, it just makes me want to grab you and shake you about a bit. I listen to a lot of good British TV actually ... do you know Kate Bush?' Amy's jaw nearly hit the floor with nerdy delight. 'Yes! I've loved her since I was a little girl. I didn't think anyone would know it over here!' 'Are you kidding? I love her. You know the girl in it who plays Clara ... Jenna something ...?' Amy's mind hazed over a bit, when Taylor said. 'Would you fuck her Amy?' 'Whaaat?' 'You heard me. Would you fuck her ... or she can fuck you, I'm not bothered but I'm asking you a question?' When Amy stuttered and blushed, Taylor cut to the chase. 'Does it embarrass you when I say 'fuck' Amy? If I said that I'd fucked Sarah over there right in the booth that we're sitting in, and in the toilets and on top of that bar?' Taylor brought her foot back and wrapped it round Amy's now. She was speechless as Taylor was beginning to take control of her. She leaned forward and held the nervous English girl's hands and sat up to whisper in her ear. 'I'm going to fuck you tonight, only if that's what you want though. Tell me that's what you want. Show me.' Amy shook visibly, clutching Taylor's hands, her heart beating at a million miles per hour. God, yes, did she want it. Could she just let go like this and let Taylor own her for the night? Taylor looked into her eyes, demanding an answer and all Amy could do was nod. Taylor raised an eyebrow. She wanted words. 'I .. I want you to fuck me tonight.' 'Show me. Show me how wet you are.' Taylor was cold on the outside as she toyed with Amy, but she too could feel the blood coursing through her intensely as she moved into the final stage of her seduction, of a girl she had met just hours ago. This was the part that always made her nervous. Amy reached down and slid her hand down past her hair and ran a finger through her wet, soaking lips and brought it back up. She showed Taylor her coated finger, who gently reached out a hand, gripped Amy's wrist firmly and brought her taste to her mouth, savouring the flavour of her new pet. Taylor sucked on Amy's finger, keeping eye contact at all times. She was hers now. Amy thought she saw Sarah watching over, but for once she didn't care. 'You taste very good, pet.' Pet. Wow, very dominant. Was she complaining though? Taylor stood up and offered Amy a hand, easing her out of the booth. She pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her waist. 'Come on, we're going back to mine'. And with that, she led them both out towards the door. She paused at the bar, where a seething Sarah was cleaning glasses, avoiding them both. Taylor reached into her pocket and threw a twenty down on the bar. 'Keep the change ... I won't be needing anything else tonight.' Amy smirked at her, jumped a little as Taylor spanked her ass and beckoned for her to follow her out. It was going to be a good night ... To be continued ... The Family Pet Ch. 02 Author's Note – Thank you all so much for the positive feedback the first story got, it means a lot and has inspired me to write more chapters. This one is a little more sexual but I hope the romance is still alive. The taboo themes are still present but haven't really reared their head yet but if you are offended by that kind of thing, please know they are in there and will become a major theme later on. Hope you like and as ever, this is for you Tay. Ch.02 'Who's Your Mommy' *** December, 21, 1995 ... later that day *** Taylor pulled Amy by the hand, running out of the bar giggling with excitement and glee. Amy just let her drag her along, not caring where they went as long as she was with Taylor. The snow was biting cold out and she couldn't wait to get indoors. But the cold wasn't the only reason. Just as they had nearly left the vicinity of the bar, Taylor spotted an old woman wrapped up warmly walking past and dropped Amy's hand, running over to her, slipping on the ice but regaining her balance. 'Excuse me! Hi! Would you mind taking a picture of us?!' The older lady looked baffled by her exuberance but nodded politely, and Taylor thanked her, gushing, and pulled out a big black camera from her bag. She turned back to Amy, took her by the arm and lined them up. 'Smile Amy!' And she did, probably more than she had ever done so before. There was a flash then the woman handed back the camera and went on her way. As soon as she had turned the corner, Amy felt a desperate desire to kiss Taylor and threw caution to the wind, spinning on the spot and laying two hands on her cheeks and bringing them down to kiss her with force and passion. Usually the initiator, Taylor was taken aback and wobbled on her tip-toes but sunk into the kiss. Amy let go and pulled away, embarrassed but grinning and Taylor seized her hand, started to jog, giggling and said, 'Come on. Let's go back to mine!' With that, they both walked as fast as they could in the ice, not saying anything but both knowing that tonight was going to be a special night. As they paced there, butterflies fluttered around in Amy's stomach. Taylor was going to... no, she had commanded that she was going to fuck her tonight. She was excited but nervous, would she have any idea what to do? She had a vague idea but the only pornography she had ever seen was some magazine some boys in her school had hidden in the desk next to hers. Fuck, she was clueless. She hadn't even worn the matching underwear! At that moment when Taylor squeezed her hand though, she thought, you know what it really doesn't matter. Normally uber-confident as she turned the corner and walked down the last road that led to her building, Taylor was feeling the nerves too. She was shaking a little, which never happened to her of all people. This girl seemed to have a power over her not many had. She was oh so submissive, her dream girl for a domme like her, but at the same time Taylor didn't feel like she was her subordinate. If anything Taylor felt more in thrall to her. She really wanted tonight to go well, but as the more experienced one the pressure was all on her. And she hadn't even worn matching underwear! Shit! But when she shook a little and gave Amy's hand a little involuntary squeeze, Amy squeezed back and smiled at her. Taylor thought to herself, matching or not, it really didn't matter. They arrived at the door and Taylor rummaged in her bag, looking for her keys, hands trembling now, she found her keys then nearly dropped them. Fuck! Why was she so nervous, get a grip woman! She let them in and held out her hand, beckoning for Amy to go in first. She hopped in and moved slowly up the stairs. Taylor couldn't help admiring that cute tiny ass, but before she could get any more ideas she walked in and shut the door behind her. Amy was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. Taylor strode past her, down to her door and unlocked it. Everyone from her block was gone for the Christmas break. She had the whole compound to herself. Amy walked in slowly and she shut the door behind them. The room was much bigger than Amy's for a start, and cleaner. The room was framed around a large double bed, with a black throw on it, with black pillows and a white duvet. It was probably queen size, knowing Taylor. Unlike all the various meaningless posters in Amy's room, the walls were free of clutter but had a bare, simple quality to them. There was no mess, no clothes on the floor, no discarded bras hanging off dressers. There was a make-up table in the corner, with shelves above it housing many books, some scientific, presumably for her course, but some of just general interest. There was an old and battered CD-Player on her bedside cabinet, with a half empty bottle of red wine next to it. As Amy was taking it all in, Taylor slipped past her and hung her coat up in the wardrobe. Her voice caught her off guard. 'Would you like a glass?' Taylor asked as she started to wind the top off the bottle of red. Amy didn't drink much but she just nodded. Maybe it would calm the nerves. Taylor reached into the en suite and pulled out two glasses, pouring them each a generous glass. She hit play on the CD player and gentle lulling music played, 'Pale Blue Eyes' by 'The Velvet Underground'. She dimmed the volume a bit, lit some candles, switched on a lamp and then walked over to the main light and turned that off. Taylor needed the ambience just right. Pleased with her mood, she handed Amy the glass of wine who thanked her shyly and took a few sips. They just stared at each other over the tops of their glasses for a few moments, sipping, before Taylor moved back softly and perched herself on the end of the bed. She patted the bed and Amy put down her glass and came and sat next to her. Both sitting on the end of the bed, Taylor took Amy's hand in hers. Fuck, Amy was shaking nearly as much as she had been before the wine. Her breathing was getting faster now. Taylor squeezed her hand but Amy was clearly on the verge of something. She shut her eyes, breathed out then just went for it. 'Taylor ... I'm a virgin...' Taylor just ignored the words. She didn't care. And she wanted to show her how much she wanted her, virgin or not. She kissed her cheek softly and whispered in her ear. 'Then I've got a lot to teach you then.' Her hand let go of Amy's and found her lap, gently caressing her leg and moving up further to her thigh. Amy's breathing got deeper. She was lost, eyes shut, savouring her senses, as Taylor nibbled on her ear lobe. Her ear lobe, why did that feel so good? Her teeth bit a little but then her lips kissed it, soothing it, all the while her hand was softly stroking her thigh. Taylor slowly drew her head back and got onto all fours on the bed, crawling up to the headboard and rising up onto her knees. Amy turned round to see her patting the bed again and she dutifully followed, rising up onto her knees. Both facing each other, upright, Taylor slowly took off her white T-shirt and threw it to the ground. Standing before her in just a blue bra to contain her impressive breasts, she just knelt there silently, letting Amy take her in for the first time. This was probably the first time she had seen another woman this personally up close. She felt vulnerable, exposed but she didn't mind. She liked this part of the thrill before any sexual encounter, the dance of getting to know each other's bodies. For her part, Amy just ogled. Even through the beautiful blue bra, Taylor clearly had wonderful breasts. Probably three times the size of hers, they seemed to want to spill out without being saggy. Paradoxically, they looked so firm and shapely that they'd stay as big and lovely as they did now without the bra. Just as she was thinking this, Taylor reached around and undid her clasp and let the bra fall, her boobs falling naturally into their right position, her beautiful pink nipples free and pointing up, hard, aroused, needy. They looked even firmer without the bra. Still Taylor, just perched there on her knees, half naked for Amy. Realising she had been staring a little too long, she looked up into Taylor's eyes. Taylor reached out and softly clutched Amy's wrist and brought her left hand up and placed it on her breast, applying pressure and squeezing slightly. She let out the quietest moan as Amy also breathed out, the excitement of the situation overwhelming her. Feeling a little adventurous, she gave a little squeeze of her own. Taylor moaned, holding Amy's eye contact as she did, encouraging her. Amy let go and crawled closer towards her, rising back to her knees but now leaning down, lips about to take Taylor's nipples in. Taylor arched her back to get closer and Amy kissed a breast for the first time in her life, loving the little nub in her mouth and the sound that a little sucking and biting on it brought from Taylor. In time, she moved onto the right one. She took her time and neither of them said anything, just let the music play, as half naked Taylor just let Amy experience another woman for the first time. Gently sucking on her right nipple, oblivious to anything else, Amy felt Taylor's two hands tug at her top. She drew back and Taylor looked at her with eyes of questioning patient lifted the red blouse over her head, over Amy's raised arms and she first glimpsed Amy's cute, little set, framed in her yellow lace bra. Unlike Taylor's, they were too small to fit in your hand but Taylor loved them. Two big chests just got in the way of each other, she had found. The blouse at the foot of the bed now, she reached around and undid the clasp, moving the material down and instantly moving down and taking a nipple in her mouth. Never having had her nipples played with before, Amy shuddered and a little squeak escaped her mouth. The lust coming over Taylor now, she grabbed Amy's waist with both hands and spun her around on the bed, laying her down and rising above her, bobbing her head down to kiss her chest though. Amy lay back on the bed as Taylor nibbled on her nipple. After she had swiftly nuzzled both of them, Taylor looked up at her and moved forward, her blonde hair dangling down over Amy's body, going in for a kiss but with hair in the way. They both giggled and Taylor reached over to the desk for a hair band and tied her hair in a pony tail. Hair out the way, she moved her face down as Amy leaned up and their lips met in the middle for a soft delicate kiss. As they kissed, Taylor fondled her breasts, her fingers tracing circles around her tiny boobs, then fingers moving down, drawing a line down her stomach and stopping just after her navel. Breaking the kiss, she moved to Amy's neck and kissed tenderly before biting, sucking the flesh in and hearing Amy gasp and moan at her first love bite. Amy surprised Taylor when she felt her hand on hers around her navel, pressing down harder and moving down just into the waistband of her jeans. Taylor came back around and looked into Amy's eyes. They were fuck-me-eyes and she gave a little nod, as if to say I'm ready. Nodding too, she undid the button on the virgin's jeans and tugged them down. That little pink thong was too enticing. Amy hadn't worn matching underwear too, and she grinned at the thought. Through the pink thong, she could see a few little brown hairs but she seemed by and large trimmed. She looked up at Amy who was biting her lip, but her chest was heaving up and down with her nervous breathing. Teasing, Taylor stroked her finger from her navel down to the skin just above the thong then lifted it wildly, landing again on her right inner thigh. When she just stroked there, just millimetres away, Amy shook so violently she felt guilty for teasing her. She decided to get into position. Scooting back so she'd have room to lie down, she fell flat on her stomach then crawled up so her face was next to Amy's entrance. She was still shaking but when Amy felt Taylor's strong hands grip her thighs firmly to spread her legs, that grip just calmed her and she shut her eyes, ready to experience what all those lonely nights with her hand and some Sapphic poetry had been leading up to. Taylor kissed her lips through the pink material, scanty as it was, and she could feel the mounting wetness through it already. Getting greedy though, she needed to see and tugged the thong to one side, revealing her precious pink little pussy. Her lips were pink but swollen, desperate for Taylor, and the whole thing was glistening with all her juices. Taylor needed to taste those juices and licked deftly, consuming the feminine taste and going in straight away for another long lick. Amy gripped the bed, clutching the sheet with a vice-like grip, moving the sheets underneath her. Soft kisses were being placed on her cunt and that was all she knew, her mind was swimming with colours but no thoughts were coming to her brain, so ecstatic was she. All she could do was let out deep breaths to channel her energy and when that wasn't enough, low moans, When Taylor found her clitoris, that moan became a little yelp. With one hand, she took her little breast in her hand and squeezed hard. For what felt like hours, Taylor just caringly made love to her clit with her mouth. Then Amy felt the finger just outside her entrance and she stiffened a little and then relaxed. She looked down at Taylor who still had her mouth clamped around her clit and just murmured to her. 'I haven't really used fingers much. Please, be gentle.' Taylor understood and kept slowly sucking on her clit to keep the pleasure going, taking it in and out with the lightest pressure, while her middle finger pushed into her new pet. She met some resistance and she didn't push fully, and just let Amy get used to her a few inches in. After a pause, she looked back up, Amy nodded and she pushed a little further, a little harder. Amy gasped suddenly as her finger slipped in faster, and she was worried she had hurt for a moment and though there was a slight grimace on her face, when Taylor drew a circle with her tongue around her little nub, she moaned again. Her finger all the way in now, she just held it there, letting her settle. Finger and hand still kept in place, Taylor delicately shifted her body around and moved herself next to Amy, so they were lying side by side facing each other, Amy naked with Taylor's finger filling her cunt and Taylor naked but for her jeans. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed briefly, before Taylor took one of Amy's hands and placed it around her own wrist next to her crotch, so that Amy could guide the pace of the fucking. 'Fuck yourself, pet.' There it was again, that word 'pet'. It should have been demeaning and humiliating but when she heard it, Amy gripped Taylor's hand down there hard and forced it into herself. She gasped again at the little pain and discomfort but the tremors of pleasure from her pussy walls quickly overrode that. The discomfort was fading faster as the pleasure increased, and she guided Taylor's finger in and out of her faster and faster. She took Taylor's lips in hers and their tongue's met as she got fingered in this girl's bed she had literally met this morning. Not that she regretted it any of it. After who knows how long, she felt the pressure in her heart and mind build up to near unbearable levels, and there was a rhythm beating in her head that seemed like it was about to come to climax. Her eyes nearly glazed over and Taylor recognised that look. Her finger slamming in and out of Amy now, Taylor whispered, 'Cum for me, pet...' Her finger curled back to skim her rough patch, and Amy lost it. She shut her eyes and gave the cutest, quietest whimper as the orgasm hit her like a train. She gripped Taylor's fingering hand so hard and forced it as far in her as she could go, screaming expletives at the top of her voice and arching her back. Ripples of pleasure came over her, her mind went blank and her toes stretched out. She fell flat back on the bed, still feeling complete with the finger inside her. Taylor slowly slid it out, sticky and wet, and sucked a little from the top, grinning down at her pet devilishly. 'Would you like to taste yourself, Amy?' Amy awoke from her daze surprised and confused. She had never tasted herself before. It seemed out of character and slutty, but right now she was loving feeling like a slut so much. Why be innocent when you can be a whore for this girl, she thought. Hesitantly, she moved up to Taylor's extended fingers, took the plunge and sucked them into her mouth. She tasted ... like nothing she had tasted before for a start. This was all new to her. It wasn't sweet or sour like she expected, there was a definite taste of sweat and excitement after all the build up but when she cleaned herself off Taylor's fingers, she reckoned to herself it was definitely a taste she wanted to experience again. Taylor patted her hair. 'Good girl. You're going to be such a good pet.' 'Why do you call me that? Pet?' She asked but then added quickly, '...not that I mind. At all. I quite like it.' She was so cute when she gabbled her words like that. Such a submissive. 'Do you know about domination and submission, Amy?' When she nodded, she continued. 'Well, I'm a domme. I always have been. It's my nature. I can be bossy and domineering but I care for all my subs and pets fiercely. It's not in my nature to put up with shit, I do what I want. I take control. Whereas you ... from the moment, we met I could tell you were submissive. That you needed someone to take control of you. To lead you. To own you ... like a pet. I may be wrong but I think someone loves the idea of being owned by someone like me. Do you want to be my pet, Amy?' Amy didn't know what to say. She was a grown woman. She was very independent. And she had met this woman literally hours earlier. But now she was being asked if she wanted to give everything she had over to this goddess, to literally give over her rights, to be owned. And she felt no compulsion to resist. Of course she wanted Taylor to own her. Everything before this day seemed irrelevant now and her answer was the only important thing. 'Yes Miss Taylor. I want to be your pet. You own me.' At that moment, Taylor gripped her waist with such force and pulled her in so tight to kiss her that Amy thought she would squeeze the life of her. She kissed her with everything she had and didn't want to let go. Eventually, she let go and Amy fell back smiling, feeling a sense of relief she had never felt before. Her cares were gone while she was in this room. She was no longer in control in here, she didn't have to think about how badly her studying was going or big decisions she needed to make. When she was in here, she was just Taylor's to command now. Taylor, delighted at her reply, jumped off the bed and went over to the wardrobe. Amy lay in just her knickers on the bed curious when she was given her first command. 'On your knees in the middle of the floor. Shut your eyes.' Amy complied instantly, slipping off the bed onto her knees and keeping her eyes shut, eager for the surprise. Taylor could be heard rummaging around then she heard her walk closer to her, standing above her. When she told her to open her eyes, Amy loved what she saw. In Taylor's outstretched palms was a pink collar. It looked like it would just fit tightly around her neck and knew that was where it was going. She was actually going to be her pet for real. The pink collar had a silver tag on it as well, where in white writing it said, 'I belong to Tay'. Amy looked at the gift and then back up with Taylor with so much emotion in her eyes. Her mistress looked down proudly at her. She took the collar and clipped it round her neck, both of them wordless but knowing the huge symbolism of the act. Amy remained on her knees as Taylor undid her jeans and let them fall down, standing now in just black knickers. Hey, she hadn't gone matching either. Even through the black fabric, she was clearly soaking. The Family Pet Ch. 02 'It's time for you to taste your first pussy, pet.' She took one stride forward so that Amy on her knees came between her legs, and under her cunt. Amy raised herself up forward, desperate to finally eat a woman after all these years. Those pesky black knickers had to go first and she seductively pulled them down with her teeth. She wanted to be a good pet and that meant putting on as much of a show as possible. Once they were down to her knees, she slipped them off with her hands then looked up. Seeing a vagina in real life was incomparable to those shitty porn mags. They were glossy, fake and photoshopped with dumb bimbos. This was real, this was now, this was imperfect and this was Taylor. This was her Mistress's pussy and she had a duty to please it. She was unsure where to start, and thought where she liked to touch herself best when she masturbated and instantly knew that she would find her clit. Sucking the love button into her mouth, Taylor's knees shook and she sucked and nibbled harder. She wasn't sure where to go next or how much pressure to apply but she loved Taylor's sweet taste filling in her mouth. Her wetness was dripping down onto her kneeling form, she felt a droplet of it roll down her toned stomach. Just as she was unsure where to lick next, Taylor surprised her. 'Do you want to be a good pet, Amy? I have a special request for you that you might be unfamiliar with.' 'I want to be a good pet, Miss Tay.' Taylor walked over to the bed, leaning on the side and stuck out her behind. 'Eat my ass now.' That was unfamiliar to Amy. She had never even really considered that before. It was dirty, off-limits and she'd never seen even a hint of that in the porn mags. But Taylor's words resonated in her. She did want to be a good pet. She didn't want to disappoint. Taylor was looking back over her shoulder teasingly, wiggling her ass. She knew what she had to do. She crawled over and leaned up, grabbing each of Taylor's peachy cheeks in her hand, squeezing them firmly and kissing each one. She had an athlete's body from all the volleyball, and her ass showed it. Taking a deep breath, she stuck out her tongue and found her darker hole. The taste was nowhere near as sweet as her delicious cunt and it was bitter, nasty. But that's what she was now. Taylor's nasty pet slut. When Amy's tongue entered her anus, Taylor gasped silently. Supporting herself with one hand, she needed to fuck herself and reached down and slipped two fingers into herself with no resistance. Fuck, she was wet. She settled on a rhythm and fucked herself faster, while simultaneously, Amy stuck her tongue further and further into her taboo hole. The new pet, a virgin by all accounts, was adapting to her submissive nature fast. Amy sensed this transformation in herself too. She never believed she would be tongue fucking Taylor's ass at the start of the night, or anyone's ass ever for that matter. She wasn't sure if she actually liked what she was doing but what she loved was how nasty it felt, what a slut she felt and how it clearly made Taylor feel. The noises she was making now were grunts and moans as both her holes were filled. Her fast fucking was spraying her juices all over Amy's body, wetness splashing over her little tits but she kept on rimming her regardless. Taylor slipped a third finger in, needing to be stretched. The eruption was close though, she could feel the orgasm building and with a sudden change of pace she spun round, pushing Amy away and slumping onto the floor, pinned up against the foot of the bed. She grabbed Amy's hair and yanked her face, moving it down to her cunt with force and mashed her box against Amy's face, using her like a fuck toy, like a human dildo, not caring now just using her body and tongue, grinding and humping her. Amy had little choice but just licked obediently. Foul words tripped off her tongue. 'Who's your Mommy? Who's your MOMMY?' With the last word, she pumped one last time vigorously and Amy's tongue went as far as it could go in, pushing her over the edge. Taylor let out a loud scream and came right there on her face, squirting liquid all into her mouth and eyes, cumming everywhere and yelling in pleasure, her legs shaking and writhing. Amy was forced by her hair to just lie there and take it. It had all happened so quickly but with all the long build up Taylor had needed some release and now she had a pet to give it to her. Taylor's ponytail had come undone in the heat of the sex and now her hair was messy and dishevelled, cascading down over her face. She brushed it to one side to see her pet still lying obediently between her legs. She caught her breath and smiled down at her. Such a good obedient little whore she was going to have. *** Amy came in the shower right there and then, thinking of those first ever orgasms at Taylor's hands. Her knees buckled from underneath her and she slumped in the shower, letting the water mix in with the other droplets running down her thigh. She had only been in there about ten minutes but it felt like a thousand. She reached up and switched the nozzle off, and climbed out. Wrapping a towel around herself, she stepped out into the bedroom. Her wife was sitting on the bed, her daughter in her arms sobbing her eyes out. At eighteen, Amy really thought Karen would have grown out of this, running to her mother and bawling her eyes out whenever she was upset. Taylor turned round when she heard the en-suite door open. Their eyes met and there was a faint smile of familiarity and irritation. If it hadn't been for Karen, they both knew amazing orgasms were beckoning. Amy felt a little guilty for finishing herself off in the shower now, knowing that Taylor would want to finish having her way with her later. She would find out. She could never lie to Taylor, even if she wanted to. Taylor's eyes moved away from Amy's just to the right of her, and suddenly widened. Puzzled, Amy followed her gaze and she too got a shock. The bottle of lube was still on the dresser. Karen didn't seem to have noticed, but the two wives were now gesticulating wildly with their eyes. As Karen wept away, Taylor shook her head, indicating for Amy to do something, while stroking her daughter's hair comfortingly. Amy sidestepped quickly, standing in the way of it. '... for some fucking bimbo, over me!' Taylor shook her daughter and reprimanded her for her language, still looking back for Amy to get rid of the lube. Amy still holding the towel pinned round her, with no free hands, tried to communicate this back to Taylor. The whole thing was farcical. Taylor's face getting angrier and tenser, Amy just jutted out her ass, knocking it off the dresser where it fell to the ground, making a loud noise. Karen shot up, seeing her other mother for the first time. 'Hey Mom .. what was that noise?' Looking to Taylor for help, as she so often did in their married life, she just improvised. 'Oh .. I just .. stubbed my toe. What's wrong honey?' Taylor explained it to her. 'Her boyfriend dumped her tonight'. 'Jack?' Amy asked, but instantly knew it was the wrong answer when Taylor rolled her eyes. Of course, Taylor knew the right answer but Amy could never keep up. She seemed to have a new boyfriend every week. Just like Taylor back in the day with the girls. Karen was clearly offended. 'Ryan, MOM! Do you not care about my life at all?' She threw her head dramatically back into her Mom's chest. Amy sighed and just left it. She was upset now, and nothing could cheer her up. Taylor could deal with it better. She walked across the room to her wardrobe, pulling out her bathrobe and sitting in a chair across the room, watching Taylor comfort her daughter. Taylor had one arm round her daughter pulling her in closer, the other was just stroking her midriff and waist, just comforting her. Amy glanced over though, just watching her hand on her daughter's thigh now. Its strokes and pats were getting longer and more firmer now. Amy knew what it was like to have a hand on her thigh like that, she knew how Taylor seduced. Was she imagining things? Karen hadn't noticed, so loud and self-consumed was she currently. Amy saw though and glared over at her Taylor, who saw her gaze and quickly moved her hand away. 'Has she got bigger tits than me? What has she got that I haven't? 'Mind your language, young lady I won't say it again! Forget Ryan, he's not worth it. You don't need boys to make you happy'. Karen sniffed and pulled her head away. 'Well, you would say that, you've never had to deal with men'. 'You don't think I have to deal with idiot men at work every day, sweetie, trust me I do. I know how their brains work. There's no point stressing about it. Just get a good night's sleep, and we'll talk about it more in the morning. But it's late now. We were just about to get some sleep.' Karen nodded and stood up, looking at the clock on the mantelpiece and suddenly just realising how late it was. She blushed . 'Thanks Moms, I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm just a little upset. I really liked Ryan'. Taylor stood up and hugged her quickly. 'I hope I wasn't interrupting anything'. Taylor protested instantly, assuring her it was fine and she looked quickly over at Amy, who also insisted no harm had been done. Karen sniffed and nodded. 'Well, goodnight guys'. She slipped out the door and shut it behind her. Taylor sighed and grinned over at Amy. They could both feel the tension, that had built up and had slipped away when Karen barged in, returning. Amy walked over and slinked the robe off as she did, straight to the nude and falling to her knees. 'I presume you need finishing'. Amy crawled underneath her wife and slid her tongue up into her, licking gently. Taylor just nodded and ran her hands through Amy's hair. Amy loved when she held her head tight and directed her, used her. 'Yes I do. You know me so well, baby. I love you so much'. Amy loved hearing that and went to work on her partner, lapping away at those juicy wet folds. In twenty years of marriage nearly, she knew exactly where she could make Taylor scream and where she could make her cum. She targeted her sweetest pleasure spots, enjoying the taste in her mouth that she could never get bored of and swiftly brought her to orgasm. Taylor struggled to stand, but gripped with all her might in Amy's hair, tugging rough and hard and pumping into her face as she came. Rough and hard, just as Amy liked it. As the orgasm came and wet, little tremors still fluttering through her, Taylor's fingers softened and let go. She fell back on the bed and Amy crawled over with her, hopping onto the bed smiling. Like a pet, she tucked herself onto Taylor's lap, who affectionately patted her wife's head. This was domestic bliss. The heavy orgasm had used everything Taylor had. She could sleep right here, she thought, shutting her eyes. But then Amy lifted her head and looked up at her. Something was wrong. There was a slightly pained look on her face, Taylor knew that look and knew it would take ages for Amy to challenge her and dare to spit it out. Cutting to the chase, she pursed her lips and asked. 'What is it, honey? Something's bothering you, isn't it?' Amy turned away. She wasn't going to mention it but then again she never had been very good at hiding her emotions. She was going to deny it when she felt Taylor's hand softly rest on hers and the warm feeling of safety told her it was best to tell the truth. She turned back to face her but still not quite looking in the eye. Taylor smiled at her but Amy didn't think that would last for too long. 'You and Karen ... I saw where your hand was ....' Taylor's hand quickly moved away and she stood up, rolling her eyes. Her voice was louder and more irritated. 'Not this again! You always accuse me of this and like it's just me! You act all innocent Amy and make out like it's me always leading you, but back when we first met, I remember the things you used to tell me you wanted...' **** Taylor was lying sprawled on the bed near naked, her eyes fluttering, her pet's head between her legs. Her blonde hair was messy, her face was red and tiny droplets of sweat were rolling down her body, over her ample breasts and her hard nipples. Her right hand was fondling one of them softly while the other stroked Amy's brown locks. Her knickers, black as usual, were still on but slid to the side for her girlfriend's tongue. Hers and Amy's other clothes were scattered loosely across the room in a tell-tale trail. Clearly, they had not been able to keep their hands off each other the moment Amy had hurriedly jammed her key in the door and burst it open. Amy's hat and scarf lay right by the doorframe, along with Taylor's coat. Inches away was Amy's white sweater with her pink tee still wrapped up all in it. Taylor had paused just there to pull her closer by the hips and kiss her lips, her neck and tug on the material of Amy's bra. Next, Taylor's shirt had been unbuttoned and thrown down. Moving closer to the bed were both bras as both girls had hurried to undo the other's clasp, fumbling fingers and arms getting in the way of each other, both desperate to feel their nipples touch and collide. Amy's pink bra lay next to Taylor's bigger and black outfit, with Taylor's jeans right next to them. Amy had tried to tug them down straight away, eager to taste her mistress, eager to please. Taylor had kicked them off and fallen back onto the bed. Amy fell to her knees, only in her jeans and pink matching thong underneath, and set to work doing the thing she loved most. Taylor tasted so good. Amy had been on her knees for this amazing girl for nearly two months now but she could never get used to that taste. It sounded a cliché, but with her course not going great and her studying being incredibly boring at the moment, she lived to be on her knees with Taylor's thighs clamped around her head and her fingers running through her hair. She pulled the black knickers to one side and slowly extended her tongue, shutting her eyes and just savouring her other senses. Taylor quivered a little when she made contact. Her lips were already wet but Amy started as she always did, just placing a soft kiss on the top of her mound. Taylor just lay back and closed her eyes. She did not need to domme Amy. She was already completely willingly submitting and not for the first time in their budding relationship, she realised that with Amy she trusted her enough to just let herself go. She sank back into the pillow and let Amy take control. Amy kissed the little blond tuft of hair Taylor kept, then moved down. Her lips glided slowly over the wet lips but with purpose. She knew what she was doing. In the two months since that first night around Christmas, Amy had gone from a shaky, nervous in-denial lesbian to an expert submissive cuntlicker. Well, she was still in denial to some. She hadn't told her parents yet. Most of hers and Taylor's friends knew by now. But she was getting distracted. She only had one thing to focus on right now and that was pleasing her mistress. Like a good sub. Her lips sucked in Taylor's little nub and Amy heard Taylor moan softly. The fingers in her hair gripped tighter for just a second, then loosened as Taylor let out a deep breath. Amy smiled to herself and continued. She released her clit with a soft pop then slowly licked around it, dancing little circles with her tongue, never applying direct pressure, teasing. Taylor giggled but she didn't mind. She loved the long build-up. She just stroked Amy's hair and let her do her thing. She usually felt slightly vulnerable with her legs spread and someone's tongue teasing her. Not with Amy. The tingling in her clit was beginning to build up though as Amy just skirted round the edges. She would need release soon and ahhhhh! Amy sucked it in softly again and Taylor moaned involuntarily again, her mind going blank for a second. With both hands spreading her thighs and her thumb hooked into the lining of her knickers pushing them to one side, Amy placed another soft kiss on her then backed away. Taylor opened her eyes and looked down disappointed to see Amy tugging gently at her knickers, wordlessly signalling to her. She understood and scooted her ass up for her and narrowing her leg. Amy slid them down and smiled back at her, then took her ankles and parted them, placing them over her shoulders and then crawling back to meet her cunt again. Amy's kisses became harder and slightly faster now. Not a millimetre of that pink slit was missed and Amy went for all Taylor's pleasure spots. As a little treat, she pulled Taylor's legs up higher and moved her tongue down to Taylor's darker hole, just tracing the outside with her tongue. Taylor's thighs were blocking her ears now, but she thought she heard a gasp of surprise which spurred her onto daring to just dip her tongue in her anus for a second. She didn't like the taste as much as her lover's pussy but knew Taylor loved being touched there. She had been trying to convince Amy to let her fuck there, but she had been resistant. When Taylor felt her ass breached, maybe, she thought, the tide was turning. When she felt Amy's lips back on her pussy, she was a little disappointed but not overly bothered. She didn't want to rush her new girlfriend. Any thoughts of disappointment were immediately dispelled as Amy took a long lick up her lips, and Taylor involuntarily shouted. 'Fuck yes, Amy!' Amy loved hearing her own name come from those lips. She curled her tongue into a little tube and slid it slowly into Taylor, parting her lips and entering her delicately. Her walls closed in around her tongue. Taylor had been round the block a few times more than Amy had, but boy she was still tight. Taylor's juices were gushing now, her whole entrance slick and wet from the excitement. Holding her thighs firmly, Taylor slid her tongue in and out, fucking her slowly at first and then steadily increasing, sometimes popping out, taking little licks and swirls then diving back in again. Taylor, propped up with a pillow, opened her eyes and looked down, meeting Amy's eyes which were fixed on her enormous breasts but then making eye contact. Her mouth was filled with her cunt, but Taylor could have sworn she was giggling like a little girl. She threw her head back, little flecks of hair flicking around, and screamed with delight as Amy curled her tongue back round inexplicably to get her good. 'Oh fuck right there babygirl. Lick Mommy's cunt.' She was screaming at the top of her voice nearly with the pleasure Amy was giving her but she didn't care who could hear them. The neighbours had heard a lot worse. She grabbed Amy's head harder now and forced her down into her, inside her. Amy felt a sharp tug and a little pain in her head but she loved it and that only made her fuck her harder. Taylor was making whimpering sounds now. She knew what she'd want next. She let go of her thigh and brought around her fingers, quickly sucking on them and jamming two into her girlfriend. She was wet enough already that they just slid straight in. Taylor gasped but before she could even breathe out, she felt Amy's lips on her clit again and she breathed in again, making a high pitched little scream that could break glass. This time Amy's kisses were not soft though. She nibbled on her clit and kissed it ravenously while her fingers fucked Taylor hard now. 'Oh babygirl ... yeah right there, fuck Mommy, good girl.' Mommy. She didn't know why that word drove her so crazy with lust but every time she heard it, she got a little wetter and her kisses more vigorous. Taylor could tell but was so close to the edge now. 'Mommy's gonna cum. Mommy's cumming for you!' Just then Amy slid a third finger in fast and hooked them up, curling her fingers. Taylor just let out one loud, all encompassing moan, her back lifting off the bed slightly arching, her fingers in Amy's hair gripping so so tight, while Amy's lips were still pursed around her clit. She began to squirt a little as the orgasm washed over her, running down Amy's body who stayed on her knees, still lapping away but sliding her fingers out. Taylor fell back on the bed, little shocks of electricity still flooding through her, wetness trickling from her slit, but her faithful pet cleaning it up. She looked down proudly. The Family Pet Ch. 02 'Fuck. Mommy came gooooood. How about you come up here and suck me like you did when you were a baby.' Intrigued by this little continuation of the roleplay, Amy kicked off her own jeans and hopped onto the bed. She crawled over towards Taylor and nestled down, taking her left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it gently and sensually, as if she were a baby breastfeeding. Looking down at her little girlfriend, the image sent Taylor wild, she almost wanted to push her head down to her cunt again but she looked so cute just sucking on her tit. She wrapped her arms around her as she sucked and Amy at that moment felt a feeling of such warmth and protection. She continued just to suck soothingly, shutting her eyes. They stayed in that pose for about five minutes before Taylor tapped her head and indicated for her to move up. Amy shuffled up and Taylor pulled her close and planted a soft kiss on her lips, stroking her cheek. 'Thank you so much, babygirl.' 'You're welcome ...', Amy wasn't sure whether to say the next part but just went for it, '... Mommy.' Taylor beamed at her. 'You like it when I call myself that don't you little one?' Amy looked embarrassed but Taylor smiled at her reassuringly. Still she had a look of shame on her face. Amy mumbled, 'Do you think I'm a freak?' Taylor just laughed out loud. 'A freak? Of course, not baby, I fucking love it. Honestly. I'm your Mommy and you're my little girl.' 'But incest is illegal.. and I don't know just wrong, I suppose...' Taylor turned and looked her in the eye with a steely yet comforting look. 'Amy, are we committing incest? Are we related?' When Amy shook her head bashfully she continued. 'So are we doing anything wrong? No. It's fine to fantasise about it baby. It's just pretending. If it turns you on, then don't fight it. I'm not going to judge you... because guess what? It turns me on too.' Amy's face lit up at this. She pondered for a moment, and the look of shame on her face was slowly replaced with one of relief. She smiled and said. 'Well I guess. If no-one is getting harmed, we're not doing it for real, I suppose.' Taylor pulled her in closer to a hug and stroked her hair. 'And who's to say anything's that wrong really with real incest? Not with two women anyway. The problem with incest is that it has a narrowing and very dangerous effect on the gene pool. But with us dykes, that's not really a problem. As long as they were willing, I think I'd fuck my daughter.' Pressed to Taylor's chest, Amy considered Taylor's words. She didn't know quite what she thought of them. She couldn't deny the idea of incest turned her on, more than she could have possibly imagined, but could she actually do it for real one day? Before she could think on it, anymore she felt Taylor slip away from underneath her and rise from the bed. She looked over to see her attaching one of her favourite strap-ons, and one of her biggest. 'For now though, you can be my daughter. Now spread your legs, honey. Mommy wants to fuck you.' To be continued .... The Family Pet Ch. 03 Author's Note - Thanks again for all the positive feedback, it really has been a joy to write knowing people actually enjoy it. A warning straight up, this part contains nearly no sex or erotic material until the very end and most of it is back story and drama for future instalments and to build up character development, so if you want sex, probably find another story, there'll be much more in later chapters. I would strongly recommend reading the first two parts as I won't be recapping anything, like previously mentioned characters, in this story. This series is half based on truth but this part is almost entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy and this one makes you cry rather than gets you in the mood! ***** 'Playing House' *** December, 1, 2015 *** 'Not this again! You always accuse me of this and like it's just me! You act all innocent Amy and make out like it's me always leading you, but back when we first met, I remember the things you used to tell me you wanted...' Amy felt guilty about that first time she had opened up to Taylor about her incestuous fantasies and knew it had come back to bite her on the ass. Taylor was getting confrontational and ready for an argument now, an argument Amy would probably lose. She was worried about the way things were going though and it was now or never. 'I know I said all these things in the past. I said I liked the fantasy. I love the idea of it and I can't help it. But that doesn't mean I could go through it with my own daughter. Surely you can understand that?' Her voice was begging and Taylor huffed, not looking at her. 'I can understand that. I can. I don't want to pressure you. What I don't like Amy is this holier-than-thou approach from you, as if it's always me guiding you. You've always been the one that pushed this... So I don't get why you're giving me a hard time now. Karen's an adult and she can make her own decisions. Besides if she's your daughter, then she's going to want to be fucked by her mom. You've never said no when the incest stuff got "more real". Need I remind you about England?' Amy sighed in defeat. She had got her there. She had really tumbled further than she would have liked with her incest fantasies back in England. *** June, 6, 1996 *** It was around noon as they walked out of Heathrow airport, the English summer sun out for once. Taylor clutched Amy's arm and said. 'Hey did you know it's the 52nd anniversary of D-Day today? Americans landing on European soil. Very apt, don't you think?' Amy chuckled at the little historical joke and continued wheeling her suitcase, arm in arm with her lover. 'Well let's just hope the inevitable conflict later doesn't get as bad.' They both laughed again, but this time with a hint of nerves detectable. Taylor spied a phone booth and headed over to it, Amy following confused. 'Hey Amy, can't you call your folks and tell them we're gonna be late? We're in London, I wanna see the sights and get a tour from my English girl.' 'I can't! They're expecting us for lunch. I don't like lying to my parents, they can always tell, the bastards.' 'Oh, yes you can, look.' Taylor put on what was meant to sound like Amy's London accent but it just came out silly. 'Oh hello mama dearest, papa dearest, one is going to be late for supper, our plane was delayed.' Amy looked at her mock indignation, pouting. 'I don't speak like that. You speak like this... "HI! I'm Taaaaaaaaaaaylor, I'm from New York. I'm from upstate."' But she couldn't even finish speaking in that ridiciously over the top New York jokey accent and she was laughing hard now. 'Just call them... please. I want a nice day if tonight's going to be as horrible as you think it is.' She gave Amy a puppy dog look and her heart melted, relenting. She pulled out a 50p from her purse and stepped into the phone booth. Taylor observed her curiously. Her voice seemed to go different when she was speaking to her mother, higher and more unsure of herself. 'Hi Mum... yeah the flight was delayed. We're just about to leave New York now, so... yeah... we're gonna miss lunch... well I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it.' She sighed and continued, even though it seemed like an uphill struggle. 'It'll probably come in about 7o'clock so we could have dinner around 8. Yes I'm sorry. I know you spent all day cooking. Well I'm sorry... OK... OK... See you tonight. Bye...' She looked at the phone expectantly but her mother had seemingly hung up. Her face was glum at first, but she put it to the back of her mind and beamed at Taylor. 'Let's go explore London, baby!' The afternoon sailed by. For Amy, after a whole year away, it felt so good to be home, in reassuring ways that she hadn't even realised she'd missed. Walking around hand in hand with Taylor through the capital, she hadn't realised how much she'd missed the old buildings which never seemed out of place in such a fresh, vibrant city. She missed the red buses and when she looked right at a crossing, it was nice to not have to correct herself for once. Taylor, for her part, was loving being a tourist. This was her first time out of the States and the slight differences seemed fascinating if a little bemusing to each other. Luckily, the sun was out for a change, though it was June. They took a train into Central London and stopped off for a little day's detour. Both women were in sundresses that floated in the breeze, Amy's a sky blue and Taylor's a yellow that matched the light that was dancing off the Thames. They took a stroll along the South Bank, Amy pointing out all the different landmarks along the way. When a statue jumped up and screamed at Taylor, she screamed and clutched Amy's hand for dear life, but when she realised it was a street entertainer, she was admittedly impressed and gave him a few quid. They stopped to get some lunch in a café near the Globe Theatre over looking St. Pauls to grab some lunch. 'I've got to hand it to you, this is a beautiful place. No New York, but beautiful all the same.' 'Thanks, babe. It's nice being back, truth be told.' 'Are you looking forward to seeing your parents?' 'Yes and no. Initially, they'll be all nice and welcoming. When they hear my... news, however, I think things could turn sour. And the delaying lunch to dinner thing will have pissed my mom off, as well. Let's hope she doesn't realise.' 'It's worth it for this day out. Come on, let's keep exploring!' Taylor jumped up and ran off, leaving Amy to pay, rolling her eyes. 'It's not exploring for me, I live here!' 'Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge, come on!' She grabbed Amy's hand and pulled them off into a run, and Amy couldn't help but smile. They walked hand in hand over Westminster Bridge and over to the Houses of Parliament. Taylor reached into her bag for her big camera and handed it to Amy. 'Take a picture of me outside Big Ben! Hey, that could be a new name for my strap on!' Amy blushed ridiculously and shushed her quickly. A few good people probably heard, but of course this being England, no-one said anything. The day was running into the afternoon now but Taylor wanted to do some more sight seeing. When it came to late evening, they hopped onto the tube down from the Thames into South London, and got off around Croydon. After the majesty of the City, Taylor looked distinctly unimpressed. The buildings were more run-down, boring streets of terrace housing with no distinguishable features whatsoever. 'What can I say this is Croydon. Did you think I lived in Buckingham Palace or something?' They were finally here. Amy dropped Taylor's hand and went up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. The ring on her finger glistened in the late summer evening sun. Footsteps could be heard bounding towards the door, which promptly swung open. A plump, blonde woman in her mid fifties, with her hair up in a bun and a black dinner dress that looked a few years old came hurtling out, grabbing Amy in a hug. 'Amy, my little ballerina! Oh come here, give your mum a hug! Oh I've missed you so much! And you, you must be Taylor, my your pretty, I've heard so much about you, come in, come in, both of you! David, they're here!' She released Amy and beckoned them both inside. A tall, dark haired. smiling man in a black suit came to meet them, offering out his arms and Amy ran over and hugged him. 'Dad! It's so good to see you!' 'And you, pet.' Taylor couldn't help chuckle at that, to Amy's mom's confusion. 'My American girl back home!' Amy gripped him tight then released him, walking back towards Taylor. 'Mum, Dad, this is my... friend Taylor. Taylor, this is Joanna and David.' Her parents weren't quite sure how to greet her, but David offered out a hand which Taylor shook hesitantly, smiling all the same. 'So your plane was delayed honey? What time did you get in?' David asked politely. 'About an hour ago, Dad. Yeah it was a nightmare.' Taylor thought she saw Joanna scrutinising Amy's face as she lied. She felt guilty now for pressuring her earlier. Joanna replied curtly. 'Well, I've managed to salvage some of the food from earlier to eat now, no thanks to British Airways. It's on the table so let's go eat. And I want to hear all about you, Taylor, Amy never stops speaking about you. I can't believe my little ballerina is home.' That made both girls blush. 'Oh wow, there's not much to tell...' 'Nonsense, nonsense, come on sit down, can I get anyone some drinks?' Taylor started to feel a bit more comfortable. The welcome had been very warm, if a little awkward so far. David and Joanna seemed to be a little unsure why Amy had brought a friend back on her first time seeing them in over a year, but if there was any feeling of resentment, it wasn't very clear. They were perfectly friendly, maybe Amy had just got her over-worried. But then again, how would they react when Amy told them? 'What's with the fancy dress mum? You could have told us, we would have made an effort.' 'Oh its silly really, I'm just excited my little ballerina is home.' Amy rolled her eyes. 'Mum, would you stop calling me that, I'm not five anymore.' 'Sorry, old habits die hard. Come on, tuck in, tuck in.' Dinner went swimmingly though. Taylor had some wine and began to feel much more at rest. She got on particularly well with Amy's dad, who seemed really interested about her life in America while Joanna bombarded Amy with questions, who was answering back happily. She was obviously loving being home. She forgot how hard it must be for her some time. The food was delicious, but when she praised Joanna she just waved her away as if it were nothing. When all three courses had been served and the plates had been cleaned off, they all helped take them out into the kitchen. Amy's childhood home was small and a little cramped, but it felt homely. She could imagine Amy as a teenager here and the thought made her giggle. This was where she'd learnt her first words, her bedroom was where she'd first realised that maybe she wasn't into guys, where she'd touched herself for the first time. Joanna and David were doing the immense washing up. They had both offered to help but been shooed away. 'Give your friend the tour, Amy, we'll be done in about twenty minutes.' Amy took her by the hand and led her up to her old bedroom. It was just as she'd remembered it. A small box room with purple walls and a single bed crammed into one corner. There were posters of ballerinas and bands she didn't even really know on the walls as well as polaroid pictures of days out with friends. A massive bookshelf filled one corner of the room, with a desk wedged next to it, cluttered with papers and old essays even though she'd moved out over a year ago. The room still smelt faintly of the cheap perfume she used to use back at school. Taylor took it all in, imagining what the teenage Amy would have been like. She skipped over to the wardrobe and pulled out what she was looking for. 'Hey, Amy, would you model this for me sometime?' She pouted, holding up a girl's school -uniform outfit, white blouse, black pleat skirt and red tie all on one hanger. Amy laughed and bid her to put it away, for fear of her parents over hearing. She hung it back up in the wardrobe and they both sat on the bed, Taylor clasping Amy's hand between hers. 'This is going a lot better than I thought.' 'Well we haven't told them anything yet.' 'True, how do you think they're gonna react?' 'I don't know... even if I thought they were OK with one element of it, all three? That's too much for the most reasonable of people and that's not my mum.' Feeling naughty, Taylor tried to change the subject. 'So is this bed where you first... found yourself?' 'You mean masturbate? Not in here, but I can show you where...' Intrigued, Taylor followed her out into the adjacent bedroom, a bland beige room with a double bed in the middle. 'Your parents bed, really? Kinky, I like it.' Amy hovered on telling her the truth, then figured Taylor knew just how perverted she was anyway. 'The first time I did it, I used to get a pair of my mum's dirty knickers and put on her clothes, mainly her underwear. And I would lick them and taste her, and imagine it was her fingers on me... and I'd come straight away.' She lost herself in the fantasy for a minute there and when she came around, Taylor was smirking. 'You really do want to get fucked by mommy, don't you?' Amy didn't know what to say. 'I guess I've always wanted to... a bit. I've always craved her approval. It's probably why I'm so submissive. We used to have arguments and I'd lose of course. Something about the confrontation though, just got me so... wet. She used to spank me as a child and I remember... enjoying it... am I fucked up?' 'Yes... but I love you for it. Come here.' Taylor pulled her in for a kiss. Just then, Joanna called for them to come back downstairs. Taylor gave her hand a squeeze and a peck on the cheek for good luck. She said she just needed the bathroom and she'd join her downstairs. When she filed into the living room, Amy's parents were both sitting perched on the sofa, each holding a glass of wine. Her girlfriend sat on the opposite sofa and she went over and joined her. Amy braced herself. 'Mum, Dad. I have a few announcements. This might take a while and I'm not sure what you're gonna say but please hear me out.' Their faces changed to ones of concern and they waited on Amy to spill it out. She took a deep breath and went for it. 'OK so I guess I have three things to say. Oh, boy. OK, number one... I'm getting married...' Joanna gasped loudly, squeaking, her face lit up with pleasure. Concern still played across David's face however, and when he made eye contact with Taylor who was conspicuously silent, he knew. Before Joanna could say anything, Amy continued. 'But the second thing is that I should say... we're getting married. Me and Taylor. Mum, Dad, I'm gay...' SMASH! Joanna's wine glass dropped to the floor, her fingers just frozen in incredulity, much like her face. David just seemed to nod silently. Taylor couldn't read his face. Did he know already? Was he fine, disappointed, angry? Joanna's face was easier to read. She was flustered and far from happy, just staring at Amy with no discernible expression on her face, just a face of shock. Amy seemed to recoil slightly. Just noticing the broken glass, David stood up to go to the kitchen for something to clean it up, trying to get some space for a minute but Amy launched into the third and final point. 'It's a little quick but the reason I'm getting married is because... I'm pregnant.' THUMP! Taylor looked around in shock, to see David had fainted as he stood up. If Joanna's mouth had been ajar learning her daughter was a lesbian, her jaw practically hit the floor. She had just learnt her daughter was gay, pregnant and engaged to be married. A little shock was overdue, Taylor assumed. Still Joanna didn't say anything. Amy looked panicked, and Taylor reached out and held her hand. That caught Joanna's attention, her nostrils flaring up. David picked himself up and glared at his daughter. 'Pregnant? Well who's the father?' *** May, 14, 1996 *** 'And where did she take you? I bet it was somewhere expensive... or a trip... or what? Oh do tell!' Some woman Amy had only met about ten minutes ago was clutching both her hands, squealing in girlish delight, asking for details of the amazing date Taylor had taken her on last Sunday. She seemed fake and insincere, just like her clearly dyed peroxide hair. Taylor was a natural blonde but this woman just seemed hollow. Still, she kept pressing for details. She met Taylor's eyes across the corner of the room, who apologetically shrugged as if it to say 'sorry about my friends'. This girl was Taylor's friend Dan's latest bimbo, Taylor didn't know her that well, but here she was at their party, acting as if she was one of the gang. Dan saw Amy stuttering and walked over, beer in hand. 'Britney, come on now, Amy is meant to be hosting, let her catch her breath. This is a cute place you got here, Amy.' Amy was grateful for his intervention but politely answered the question. 'Erm... Taylor took me for a picnic in Central Park, then we went for a meal at Tavern on the Green.' 'TAVERN ON THE GREEN! Wow! You must have booked way in advance! Dan tried a while back but they were completely full!' Dan made a face behind her back and winked. She liked Dan, he was funny. Amy was forced to suppress her giggle, not that Britney noticed. Her voice was too high pitched and screechy for Amy's liking, and she got excited by nearly everything. Amy put on a straight face and replied. 'Yeah, I think Taylor booked it about a month ago', she said blushing. 'She takes good care of me.' 'Say what now?' Taylor had sauntered up behind her and kissed her on the cheek, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her a little closer. Amy smiled back and said in a sweet voice. 'I was just saying how you take great care of me.' Taylor beamed and leaned in, their noses touching and nuzzling, a wonderful cute moment before it was broken by Britney squeaking loudly again. 'And then what did you do after that? Ooh, ooh, is one of you the man and the other...?' Dan coughed loudly and pulled her by the hand away, looking over his shoulder apologetically at the girls. 'OK Britney, that's enough chatting now. Have you met Ted?' And with that, he wheeled her off somewhere else to bore another one of their guests. Taylor looked at Amy with nervous, questioning eyes. 'How do you think it's going?' Amy looked around the room, judging the housewarming party she was throwing. All Taylor's friends were here in their new apartment, drinking and all seemingly having a great time. There were about twenty stuffed into this tiny room, kitchen living room and dining room all in one, with a tiny bedroom crammed with a double bed and nothing else, and a toilet and shower just off that. After graduating, Amy had decided to extend her stay across the pond for Taylor. It had seemed a no-brainer for the two of them to move in. After a few weeks staying in hostels while Taylor had gone back to her hometown to scrape the money together, they had bought this place. It wasn't much but it was theirs. It had looked a bit drab at first but after a Saturday of decorating while power singing to a Take That CD, some cheesy English boy band Amy liked, they had got the place looking like somewhere someone actually lived. Somewhere they could call a home. Seeing all these people, all Taylor's friends in here made her feel like they had done a good job. She just wished she had a few more friends in this country now all of her college friends had dispersed but no matter. She grinned back at her lover reassuringly. The Family Pet Ch. 03 'I think it's going just fine.' They shared a little kiss while no-one was watching but yet again, the moment was broken by that squeal. Standing on a chair, clearly a little drunk, Britney hit a spoon against a glass and cried. 'Let's play "Never Have I Ever?!" The muffled sounds of agreement were perhaps not the rousing consensus she had hoped for, but everyone seemed up for it and everyone sat down wherever they could and poured themselves a drink. With absolutely no space, Taylor sat on the arm of the couch and Amy perched on her lap, the blonde girl wrapping her arms around her waist, waiting for the game to start. Britney prodded at Taylor's friend Lucy who started, slightly unsure of herself. 'OK... erm, never have I ever... had sex in a public place.' Everyone looked edgily round the room, trying to catch someone out. Dan drank. Some girl Hannah drank, giggling at her friends. Amy leaned her head back to look at Taylor, both of them grinning, and they both raised their glasses and drank. Lucy pointed and laughed at the couple who were both a dark shade of red and the turn moved on. It was Eliza's turn next. 'Never have I ever drunk so much I threw up.' Many more people drank here, including Amy who hiccupped as she took a sip of her vodka and coke. She was something of a lightweight. Taylor gave her a squeeze when no-one was looking, much to her delight. Ted, Taylor's gay friend from high school and one of only two guys here, went next. 'OK, never have I ever touched one of those disgusting vaginas! And your own doesn't count ladies!' Amy obviously drank, just like Taylor, but she couldn't help noticing apart from Dan, how many of the other women drank. Amy didn't know all of Taylor's friends that well but she couldn't help noticing how many were lesbians or had at least fooled around with women. Had they fooled around with Taylor? She was being silly and jealous. Maybe she should have realised, she knew what Taylor's past was like but seeing all these potential exes and flings in one room suddenly put her on edge. When Taylor offered to refill her glass, she answered a little too quickly and curtly. Before anything could be said though, it was Dan's turn. 'Haha OK, Ted, you wanna catch me out like that? Never have I ever kissed a guy!' Amy sat there observing when she felt Taylor's arms unwrap from around her to take a sip of her beer. She turned to face her with incredulity. Seeing the look of shock on her face, Taylor just grinned back but Amy wasn't having any of it. The previous round had thrown her and now she was all over the place with confusion. 'You kissed a guy?' Taylor just nodded and shrugged non-committedly, but Amy pressed on. 'Who the fuck did you kiss? And when?' Again Taylor didn't say anything but Amy saw her eyes dart just to the left of them where Dan was sitting. Amy whirled her head round and caught his eye. He had clearly overheard and gave Amy a queasy and uneasy smile. Taylor drew the attention away from Dan and back to her. 'Amy, it was a long time ago, way before I met you. You know I experimented a lot before college.' True, Taylor had never hid the fact that she had tried nearly everything she could in the past but somehow she had thought that didn't apply to guys. They had shared many a joke about how most women were idiots for missing out on the pleasure of other women, and how stupid they were for going for... well some of the words had been cruel and stereotypical about men, misandry basically. The idea of Taylor kissing a man was really no big deal, at least it shouldn't be. Why did it bother her so much? For what felt like the millionth time tonight, Britney interrupted her thought process once again. By now she wanted to strangle her. 'You've never kissed a guy Amy? NEVER! NO. WAY.' Why did she have to speak so loud? 'We gotta change that! Dan will kiss you, won't he?' Fuck, could she not just let it go? She sighed, looking exasperatedly over at Dan. Where a minute ago, he had tried to seem apologetic now he had an unmistakeable look of opportunism in his eyes. He didn't want to offend Amy earlier but he wasn't going to say no to a kiss, with his girlfriend's permission on top of that. Instead she looked to Taylor for help but she just shrugged again. 'It's only Dan. It's not a big deal. Hey and there we're even!' Taylor laughed as she said it, to her it all seemed frivolous fun. She hadn't cottoned on yet that perhaps Amy didn't want to kiss a guy, that she was being pressured and that her kissing Dan was a big deal to her. She couldn't help it, Amy supposed. She was here a little drunk surrounded by all her friends and not really paying attention. Why would someone she kissed when she fourteen matter now? And if it was anyone else, Amy wouldn't mind. But it was a guy. Amy had always seen Taylor as this strong lesbian character who didn't need men and who had helped her onto a similar path. To think of her in the arms of some guy... even a nice guy like Dan, well it hurt her preconceptions of the girl she was in love with. The rest of the room had overheard and were all joining in now, cheering. 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' Dan looked at her with a look like, 'what can you do?', even though he could get out of it if he wanted. Just wanting it to be over with, she leaned in and gave Dan a quick peck on the lips. Immediately, she felt his stubble on her softer skin and she drew away as quick as she could, glad that it was over and done with. The room cheered and let it go. It was nothing like kissing Taylor and she had no idea why Taylor would want to kiss that. She excused herself, saying she needed the bathroom, halfway out of her seat and across the room when Lucy called out. 'Oh but it's your go, Amy. Just say something random quickly.' Looking back now, it was stupid to say the first thing that came into her head but Amy just wanted to escape to the toilet and breathe for a second. She spat it out and turned to go. 'Never have I ever fucked a man.' But just as she was turning to go into the bathroom, she saw Taylor lift her drink out of the corner of her eye, about to take a drink. Not caring about all the people she barely knew in the moon, she spun on the spot and glared at her. 'What the fuck Taylor!?!' The whole room went from noisy to eerily quiet as this dramatic outburst. Only Taylor didn't react straight away, she just downed her beer unapologetically and stood up, marching over to Amy and taking her softly by firmly by the arm and leading her into their bedroom. Amy stumbled as they took the few steps, all the alcohol going to her head. She knew she'd had far too much to drink, she should have known her limits. Taylor shut the door behind them and sat on the bed, smiling politely and indicating that Amy should come join her but Amy stood there, arms folded like a petulant child, pouting. Taylor sighed and asked straight up. 'What the hell, Amy? Come on. I love you. You know that. Why does me experimenting with Dan about five years ago bother you so much?' Amy ignored the loving tone and spat right back. 'So what are you bisexual now?' Taylor was slightly annoyed by Amy ignoring what she'd just said but continued on. 'No. I told you. I'm 100% gay. But why would it bother you if I was?' Again, Amy only picked up on the last bit, whatever was convenient. 'Oh so you are bi! Are you sleeping with Dan?' Taylor grew less patient now and stood up. 'Amy, are you listening to anything I'm fucking saying? It was five years ago. I'm not into guys. And I love you. What don't you get?' Amy knew she was over-reacting, that she was being absurd and that she needed to slow down on the drinks. Tears rolled down her face and on seeing that, Taylor's tone immediately softened again and she pulled her closer into a hug. Amy sniffed and wiped away her tears. 'I'm sorry. I know I'm being stupid. Just... why didn't you tell me?' 'I dunno. It was so long ago, I genuinely forgot. I'm sorry, pet.' 'Did... did you enjoy it?' 'No!' Taylor immediately protested. 'He has a really small cock.' To both of their surprise, they heard the whole room outside snicker quietly. The walls really were thin, but had they all overheard everything? Amy replied in a more hushed tone. 'But if he'd had a bigger cock, you might have enjoyed...' 'Oh for fucks sake Amy! I'm not into Dan or any guys. Just let it go!' Amy sniffed and nodded and tried to put it to the back of her mind. Taylor apologised for snapping and hugged her again. When they broke the embrace, Amy tried to smile at her as if she had put it all behind her and Taylor took her hand, leading them both out of the bedroom. When they got out it was obvious everyone had been looking. All their eyes were fixed on the door as it slammed open, everyone apart from Dan and Britney that is, who were both looking at their feet, Dan looking humbled, Britney with a furious look on her face of embarrassment on her boyfriend's behalf. Taylor gave everyone a cheeky wink as she stepped back in. 'What you all looking at? Let's do some shots everyone, I'm gonna call some cabs and we'll be at the club soon.' Everyone cheered and Taylor went over to their small kitchenette, pouring shots of vodka for anyone who wanted one. Taylor ordered some taxis to take them into town and the edgy atmosphere of a few minutes ago, everyone was having a good time, even Dan who was clearly trying to drink away his embarrassment while not making eye contact with any of the straight girls. Everyone was having a good time that is, apart from Amy. She sat alone, making idle chit chat when anyone passed her but she couldn't get the weight off her chest. She was still hurt that Taylor had slept with a guy, a close friend and hadn't told her. Amy had only recently come to terms with her sexuality. For her, it had been difficult realising she was a lesbian in the first place. In her mind, in the last few months that had only just settled and a huge part of that reassurance and settling was Taylor, who had been a proud lesbian for what seemed like forever. To find out that her sexuality could be so fluid, it rocked Amy's foundations in ways she didn't quite know why. A bit too drunk, Lucy giggled and asked. 'So Amy, did you like your kiss? Are you bi now? Did Dan turn you?' Amy replied instantly, speaking louder than she usually would without really thinking about it. 'Yeah I think I might be now. I think I might want to explore guys now.' While everyone laughed, Amy flicked her head to see if Taylor had noticed. She was engrossed in conversation with Eliza but did Amy see the slight pricking of her ears. She hoped so. For God's sake, pull yourself together, woman, stop trying to make her jealous. She apologised for something she did years ago, let it go. But when she took a sip of her drink again, her mind clouded over again and the dark thoughts came swimming back. By the time, the taxis arrived she had started doing shots again and she could barely clamber in without Taylor helping her in by the arm. They pulled up at the club around eleven. Taylor dutifully paid then took Amy by the arm smiling, and walked them both up to the bouncer. Amy knew the one on tonight and gave him a hateful glare. He was well known to be homophobic, denying Ted entry in the past, and if they hadn't just looked like two friends arm in arm, he surely wouldn't have let them in. Still despite this, the whole group made it in, even Ted who managed to escape recognition and they all piled onto the dance floor. In truth Amy hated clubs. The music was loud, she couldn't hear anything, her concept of dance was far different to the bump and grind of most of the idiots here and men would grope her from every angle. Still, she was alright if Taylor was with her normally. In fact, they had fashioned a little game with the pervy guys in clubs. Amy would do a little solo dance in the middle of the floor and when some guy would come in all handsy, just as he was about to make contact, Taylor with her strong physique would barge him out the way, take Amy and kiss her, stunning everyone around them. It brought out the exhibitionism in both of them. And tonight was no different. Amy found herself alone in the middle of the floor. Taylor caught her eye and smiled mischievously, as Amy began to drop down low, winding her waists and pressing her ass firmly out with her hands delicately stroking her thighs. Fuck, even just watching it was getting Taylor squirming and wet. If she hadn't been hosting all her friends, she would take Amy to the bathroom right now and eat her in one of the cubicles. She was no stranger to that in this club. A wiry, geeky looking guy in glasses had approached Amy who seemed to be beckoning him over with her ass. Poor guy, she thought to herself. But then serves him right for even thinking he had a chance with a hotty like Amy, her Amy. He wasn't getting anywhere near her pet. When he placed his hands on her waist and began to try and grind subtly behind her, it was time for Taylor to move in. She pushed her way through the crowd subtly and tapped the guy on the shoulder, clearing her throat loudly. But in the bass of the music, he did not hear. What was worse was Amy. Rather than playing the game, she was vehemently grinding into the back of him now, oblivious to Taylor's presence. When she spun on her heels, and pulled this nerd in by his lapels, she glimpsed Taylor for the first time. Her face was steely, her gaze iced over but she did not break eye contact with her stunned girlfriend as she pulled him in and clumsily kissed him on the lips. Her eyes were still open. He clearly couldn't believe his luck and he poured everything he had back into this sloppy, pathetic kiss. She had had enough of this little show of defiance and red mist came to her. Before she knew it, the kid was on the floor. She had shoved him so hard that the kiss had broken and he had gone reeling, falling back onto his ass. She would have snickered if she wasn't so angry. He stood up and mouthed something to her. The bass clouded most of his words, but he seemed to stutter in a half rage. 'Don't think I... hit... cos you're a...' Taylor settled the matter before he had even finished, ending this fight for him, doing what she had only done a few times with uppity girls in volleyball matches, curling her fingers into a fist and arcing it up, catching him square in the cheek with all her rage and frustration at Amy. She was screaming as Taylor threw the punch but Taylor herself was strangely calm, as if it had happened to someone else. She barely noticed that the boy hadn't got up yet, and when she felt a strong bouncer's arms grab her and force her out, his rough touch didn't grate on her numb body. In about five seconds flat, she had been thrown out onto the street and the door was shut behind her. The street was empty. Her head was spinning from the shots but at least it was quiet out here, apart from the distant throb of the music indoors. She sank to the floor, slumped against the wall. Emotion had just hit when she felt a single tear trickle down her cheek. She sniffed and wiped it away, swearing loudly. Fuck, what had she done? Patting her pockets, she realised her purse and keys were in her jacket, which she had left in the cloakroom. Double fuck. They wouldn't let her go in and get it. She would have to walk back now. That would probably take an hour in the cold. Her nose was snivelling already, unable to control the tears. Just as she stood up to make the long journey home, the door slammed open again and another poor soul was ejected out onto the cold, hard sidewalk. 'If you're gonna be starting fights, you can get the fuck out.' Taylor realised with a jolt that it was her victim. As he was tossed out, she could see his glasses were slightly wobbly from her fist and his turned out, nice white cotton shirt had blood stains off from his leaking nose. Boy, she was stronger than she realised. Especially when Amy was involved. Amy. Just as her tears threatened to cascade down even more thinking of her, incredibly she heard her voice and hope fluttered in her heart. She had come out to get her. 'Please, it's not his fault, let him stay, he didn't do anything.' Her words were slurred, drunker than Taylor had ever seen her before but there was no mistaking who she had come out to save. And it wasn't her. The bouncers were clearly not fond of arguing and as Amy staggered out in her high heels to tend to the guy on the floor, they shut the door behind her. As the door swung shut, Taylor was revealed lurking in the shadows behind it, mascara running down her face. Amy dabbed at the guy's bleeding nose but when she turned away to fetch a tissue from her bag, she saw Taylor out of the corner of her eye and looked up shocked. They both let their gaze hang there for just a minute, Amy's face in a look of surprise and guilt and Taylor, normally the dominant and in control one, hunched there shaking and crying but still looking at her with such a look of hurt and anger. Vulnerable was normally not a word that described Taylor very well but there was nothing else Amy could say about her. She had done this, to the person she loved. An apology was swimming to her lips, but Taylor spoke first and what she said sent a chill through Amy's heart. 'It's over. It's over, you whore. I never want to see you again.' Her voice was high pitched and breaking as both girls were sobbing now. Suddenly Amy seemed sober and understood what a bitch she had been being. Of course, Taylor didn't want to see her again. She didn't expect what she said next though. 'You owe everything to me. You were just a dumb virgin before me, I made you what you were. You're pathetic. Acting like you're so submissive, you just need someone else to take control of your fucked up life Amy. You're a mess and I'm the one you turned to to sort it out. Well I'm not going to be your fucking agony aunt anymore. Go back to England, or keep the apartment, I don't want to be there and I don't want to be with you. I'm worth a million of you, you fucking hear me. I own you!' Every word that tripped off her tongue Taylor regretted instantly. She knew she had gone too far, she didn't mean any of it, her love still burned strong or she wouldn't be hurting so much. But all she wanted to do now was hurt Amy like she'd hurt her but she'd done that about five seconds into her speech of vitriol, but still she continued to pour out the irrational hate. Amy wasn't weeping anymore. She looked completely cold and motionless, taking it all in, every bullet Taylor spat out and just took it. It was her nature as a submissive, Taylor supposed. Except now, Amy was feeling a defiance she had never felt before. She got to her feet and stood there indignant, not flinching under Taylor's gaze. She offered the boy to his feet, who in truth Taylor had completely forgotten about, and said the only thing that could probably hurt Taylor more at this stage of the night. 'Come on... ', she paused as she obviously didn't know his name. 'Let's go fuck!' Her words were ice-cool but each one was laced with venom. Taylor couldn't take it anymore. She picked herself up and paced away as fast as she could, beginning the long walk back, even though she had no key. She didn't know where to go. Amy watched her go with a tinge of sadness but mostly adrenaline and rage, rage at the cruel things Taylor had said, were flowing through her body. She felt a squeeze in her hand and realised this guy was still holding her hand. Were they actually going to fuck? He had been punched, his glasses were broken and there was blood everywhere yet his tongue was still hanging out and a lascivious look on his face. Now he was leading her to what seemed like a dark alley. The Family Pet Ch. 03 After she had seen Taylor go, that moment of clarity had disappeared and suddenly she was back to drunk Amy again. She felt her back pressed against the wall of the alley and his crotch grinding into hers. Did she want to do this? She didn't know. This whole mess had started with Taylor fucking a guy. So fuck it, she was going to fuck one too. Fumbling, she undid his belt and pulled his trousers down slightly. He kissed her neck clumsily, trying to suck her flesh in sensually but just making a mess of it, horrible slopping noises. She was drifting in and out of extreme inebriation as she reached down and grabbed his package, a little too hard as he jumped back and swore. Taking control himself, he grabbed his fleshy tiny pink cock and gave it a few soft yanks, it stirring to life. Amy looked at it with a mixture of intrigue and disgust. There was little arousal. Give me a strap-on any day. Unceremoniously he leaned in again, pressing it against her skirt. She almost instinctively jumped back but her back just hit the wall. She supposed she had better lift her skirt, more to stop it staining with his pre-cum than to give him entry but when she did he pushed her black knickers to one side and jammed his small member in. Amy felt it go in but it didn't fill her. She wasn't enjoying it even though she'd initiated it, not that this idiot knew. He was just doing what he had been told to do. He went to kiss her again but she turned her face away and he slobbered on her neck, pumping little strokes in and out of her. It was all he could muster. It was all over as quickly as she could have hoped for. It was probably less than ten strokes when he staggered back and unzipped his jeans as quickly as possible. Amy just stood against the wall, white liquid dribbling down her legs, soiling her insides. She let her skirt fall down. Right there and then, she seemed to see the whole scene from afar for the first time. What was she doing? She had just fucked someone she didn't know. In an alley. A guy! She had a girlfriend. Shit, she had had a girlfriend. Taylor... fuck, she had to find Taylor? He tried saying a few words to her, but as soon as she looked decent, Amy pushed him out the way and staggered off, tripping at one point, then regaining her balance. There was a cab parked up outside the club waiting to take people and she nearly ran over to it in her heels. Just as she was right by it, her heel snapped and she tripped again, falling to her hands and knees just short of the cab. The door opened instantly and a fat, old wheezy driver climbed out helping her up. 'You want a cab, honey?' Amy just nodded, the tears back now and he carefully helped her into the back seat. She gave him the directions then asked for the divider up. When she was all alone with only her thoughts, she broke down, kicking her heels off and assuming the foetal position on the back seat, sobbing and thinking of everything that Taylor had said. Taylor knew her so well and had honed in expertly on all her insecurities. As upset as she was, she knew she deserved it. She knew Taylor could be possessive yet she pushed her to the point of violence over some silly worry of hers over something that happened years ago. How old am I, twelve? She had acted like a drunk child tonight, not someone who had just graduated and moved in with her partner. 'Go back to England, or keep the apartment, I don't want to be there and I don't want to be with you.' The words haunted her, echoing through her thoughts. Would Taylor be there when she got in? She hoped so. If she was, maybe she could crawl under the covers and they could just hold each other and everything would be alright. Everything IS going to be alright, she told herself. She's going to be at home. Our home, just wait and see. She would apologise for everything and tell her about what happened in the alley and explain how awful she had felt all evening from insecurity. All she could pray was that Taylor would find it in her to forgive her. The car slowed to a halt. She reached her into her bag and just shoved a twenty into his hand, it was all she had then got out. She walked up to the door at a pace. It was raining now and she wanted to get into the dry, the warm bed where Taylor hopefully would be. Hopefully she had got a cab too. If she was walking, she would get soaked. Finding her keys, she managed to prise the door open and came inside from the drizzle. She went up to her floor and let herself in. The tiny main room was a mess from the party which had been hastily abandoned for the club. The lights were all off. It seemed like no-one was home. All that was left was the bedroom. Amy slowly walked over and tentatively pushed the door open. It was pitch black but maybe Taylor was sleeping. She was too drunk to be aware of much. She kicked off her shoes quietly and climbed into bed fully dressed. She reached out to Taylor's side of the bed but her hand just fell down on empty air. She was alone and single and worst of all, some stranger's semen still inside her. Amy cried herself to sleep. *** The bar door slammed open and Sarah sighed but didn't look. Could they not read the closed sign? 'Sorry, I was just about to lock up.' A familiar voice came back at her, a voice she had dreamt of a fair few times with a wetness between her legs when she woke up, although now that strong voice was wobbly and laced with doubt. 'Strip now, slut.' Sarah looked up, astonished. She hadn't seen Taylor in months. Since that English girl had come onto the scene, Taylor had become a one-woman gal for a change. Sarah had been disappointed but understood, and had not seen here since then. Her barging in drunk at this hour, when it looked like she had been crying, was probably not good. She paused a little before speaking but Taylor barked at her instead. 'Come on, strip. On your knees for your mistress. I want you to eat me.' Her concerns were overridden by the submissive, horny beast within her and she just nodded. She ran over to the door first and locked it so no-one could disturb them, then threw off her white T-shirt and unclasped her yellow bra. She slid out of her jeans and hungrily fell to her knees in front of Taylor, who had hopped up onto the bar. Sarah gave a little tug on her jeans, but Taylor didn't budge. 'Erm... I kinda need you out of these Miss Tay...' Taylor nodded, seemingly only half there, and Sarah thought she heard her sniff. Still she lifted her ass up slightly and let Sarah pull them down. Sarah went to work straight away, yanking down her black thong and kissing her lips. But something didn't feel right. Taylor's legs weren't spread and ready. She was cold and uninviting. Her thighs seemed tense. And there was something else. She looked up into Taylor's eyes, which were glazed over with tears. 'Erm... Taylor, you're not wet?' Instantly, she knew this had been a mistake. She was clearly in no state to know what she wanted and Sarah knew that now. She stood up and pulled Taylor's thong back up. The younger blonde didn't snap back any commands. When she looked up and saw Sarah looking at her worriedly, she saw her as more than a submissive. Sarah didn't see her as her young mistress either. She'd have to be a friend tonight. 'Hey, hey, come here.' Sarah opened her arms and Taylor jumped off the desk and fell into a hug. Sarah gripped her and stroked her hair. She felt now guilty now for what was probably taking advantage before. She knew how devoted to Amy Taylor was, and something must have really floored if she was coming here feebly demanding some revenge sex. She was nearly ten years older, she should have picked up on that. She led Taylor over to her booth and sat her down. 'There there, it's going to be alright. Let's get you a big glass of water.' She walked over to the bar and poured her one then came back over, sitting opposite her and taking her hand sympathetically over the table. Sarah listened as Taylor poured her heart out. She told her everything while she tried to stop the tears. She told her how Amy had got upset about Dan but she hadn't really thought anything of it. How Amy had acted funny all night. How Amy had danced with some guy and kissed him. How she'd laid that dick out with one punch and then got kicked out. With some shame, she recounted all the awful things she'd said then in anger but emphasised to Sarah that she hadn't meant any of it. How Amy had taken the guy off to fuck him, she'd said. How she'd stumbled here drunk in the rain, as she had nowhere to sleep. The whole thing was a mess. In the end, she just slumped down on the table, head in her arms, spent. Sarah stroked her hair and offered some encouraging words. She had only met Amy twice but seeing them together, she was sure that Amy would forgive her. After words of encouragement with no reply, she realised that Taylor had drifted off to sleep. She gave her one last kiss on her forehead and went up to her bed upstairs. When the May dawn light streamed through the window early in the morning, Taylor woke groggily. Her whole memory was a blur, and her vision was clouded. Was she still tipsy? Where was she? Sarah's bar by the looks of it. Pieces of the puzzle last night were swimming back to her. She had fought with Amy... and come back here. Had she fucked Sarah? She hoped to God for her relationship's sake that she hadn't. She was still dressed up in all her fancy stuff from the night before. She'd slept in the booth. Her face was still pressed to the table and when she lifted it, a cluster of some sticky substance peeled off. Gross. Standing up, she slowly moved over to the bar and poured herself a glass of water. As she curled her hand to grip the glass, a pain shot through her knuckles. What had she done there? Fuck, she was hungover. The water refreshed her mouth where it had been dry and crusty. She wondered if Sarah had any aspirin around, her head was pounding. Leaning on the bar, she tried to soothe it with the cool glass but she couldn't stop the memories coming back. She had punched some random man. Why? That was obviously why her hand hurt. Amy had been holding his hand... maybe? Her body felt bruised. She had been on the floor outside the club, thrown out. Yeah, I was thrown out for punching that dude. Did he try something with Amy? Amy had been holding his hand... was she? Then the biting words came back crystal clear. 'Let's go fuck!' And with that little trigger the whole argument came pouring back. Fuck Amy, why had she been acting like such a child? But then with a pang of guilt, her own horrible words came crawling back. 'It's over. It's over, you whore. I never want to see you again.' A tiny involuntary shudder hit Taylor. Her mind was screaming. Nothing Amy could have done would make her want to end it. They could work it through surely. 'Go back to England!' Her world seemed to be collapsing in on her, what if she had gone already? Just gone home packed her bags and was in some hotel somewhere, waiting for the next flight. Her demeanour became panicked. Spinning around on the spot, pacing and not knowing what to do, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bar mirror. Mascara was running all down her cheeks and her eyes looked watery now, like she was on the verge of tears. Hurriedly, she scampered back to the booth to see if she had everything and then back over to the door. She turned the catch but the door stayed locked. She found the latch and turned it, but it was still locked. Frustration bubbling to a head, she pulled the lock with everything she had but it stayed locked. Her panic levels were hitting the roof and she lost it as the first tear rolled down her cheek, She banged on the door with all her might, probably waking everyone in a mile radius but she hammered away, to no effect. Over the sounds of her tears, she heard someone coming down the stairs. It was Sarah, clearly just out of bed, hair dishevelled in a red robe. 'Taylor, its 7am for Christ's sake.' Her voice was scolding but her heart was not in it, after last night and her crying now. She gently walked over and pulled Taylor away from the door, brandishing the key from her pocket and holding it up. Taylor stepped back and looked at it, snivelling and thanking her. Sarah unlocked the door and held it open for Taylor. The bright light danced in and Sarah shielded her eyes, turning to give Sarah a few last words of advice. 'You told me what happened last night. Just go find her, tell her you forgive her, that you're sorry, and hopefully she can forgive you too... that's all you can hope for...' Her face was a half smile, half grimace and didn't fill Taylor with hope. She reached into her robe and pulled out her purse, handing her friend a twenty dollar bill. 'Here, take this and get a cab. You owe me one. Just let me know when you find her.' Taylor was suddenly struck with a sudden love for her friend who she had always taken for granted. She pulled her into an impromptu hug and held her tight for a good while. When they broke the embrace, Sarah smiled at her comfortingly. Taylor gave her some truly heartfelt thanks and stepped out into the morning, before turning and adding hesitantly. 'Erm... Sarah? Last night, we didn't... did we, you know?' Sarah just gave a knowing smile. 'Nearly.' But just as Taylor was getting worried, she finished. 'Very nearly. But I stopped it before we both did something you'd regret. I miss having you take me Taylor. But I know how into this English bitch you are. I don't want to do anything to come between you. Go get her.' With one last smile at her friend, Taylor turned and walked out into the cold air. She found a cab and within ten minutes, she was outside her apartment. Once the cab had driven off, she took a deep breath, marshalled her thoughts and walked up the pathway. When she reached the door, she reached for her keys to realise her dress had no pockets and her key was nowhere to be seen. She obviously had left in the club before she was thrown out. But then, the door swung open and a woman rushed out clearly in a hurry then stopped in a jolt when she saw Taylor. It was Amy. She looked awful. Like Taylor, she was still in her clothes from the night before, mascara all down her face, even though she'd spent the night here. Her brown locks were messy and all over the place, obviously she had only just woken. She was wearing odd shoes, as if she had literally thrown on anything in her eye line. They both just stood there for a moment, desperately glad to see the other. When both of them found the courage to speak, the same words came out of both lover's mouths. 'I had to find you.' They looked at each other with coincidental incredulity before a nervous, half-smile played over Amy's lips. Taylor could see fresh tears swimming in Amy's eyes and hesitantly herself, she stepped forward into the building, closer to her love. Amy saw a look of hope and relief on Taylor's face, feelings she shared as she stepped in, coming back towards her. Slowly, Tay raised her arms in an offered embrace. Amy placed one foot forward and tentatively let Taylor wrap her arms around her. Taylor was gentle at first, gently recovering something she had lost, but as Amy sunk into her chest, she couldn't help grip her with all her might. She had her Amy back. The quiet sounds of tears were emanating from her chest and she pulled back looking Amy in the eye. She sniffed and looked away. 'Taylor... I'm so... it's all my fault. I can't believe I could be so stupid...' Taylor shushed her and tried to calm her confidently but her words just came out an emotional mess. 'Shut up. Shut up... you know I love you, I shouldn't have, Amy just... never do that again.' Amy nodded, wiping away her tears, tears of happiness. 'I love you... so so much Taylor. I never want to leave here, this apartment, you.' 'Can you forgive me?' 'Forgive YOU? For what, Taylor I'd forgive you anything!' 'I said such awful things... I called you a pathetic whore.' Amy giggled despite her tears. 'You call me a pathetic whore all time in the bedroom.' They both laughed but Taylor pressed on. 'You know what I mean? I was horrible. I don't deserve you...' 'You were only horrible because I was being a bitch. Taylor, I fucked someone else...' That was hard for Taylor to swallow. This could be make or break for them. But looking Amy, she didn't care what had happened last night as long as she could have her back. They loved each other, they couldn't let one little mistake ruin everything. She just couldn't. Amy hadn't meant it. It hurt more than she could believe and she would probably never forget but Amy was worth the pain. Her decision made, she pulled her back into a tight hug, holding her baby close and whispering in her ear. 'I don't care. I just want you.' They just stood there motionless for an eternity, holding each other. Nothing else mattered apart from that the heartbreak of the night before had gone and they had everything they wanted right there. When it seemed like they could just fall asleep in each other's arms standing up, the doorbell rang. Irritably, Amy reached out and pulled it open. 'Hey you guys! I left my satin scarf upstairs, mind if I...?' But before Britney could finish her sentence, Amy slammed the door in her face. Laughing, Taylor took her by the hand and led them upstairs to bed. They both slid in and just laid there side by side on the pillow, fingers entwined under the blanket, gazing into each other's eyes, exhausted and just drifting off right there. Three weeks later, Amy still hadn't got her period... *** The argument had been in full flow for God knows how long and all Taylor could do was watch. 'So some random guy knocked you up? And now you're getting married? To a dyke? Oh no Amy, this is not OK. What happened to my little ballerina?' 'Dyke? I love Taylor, mum... and I'm a "dyke" as well, don't you dare say that.' 'You've never been into women before and now you go away and meet someone and all of a sudden you've changed...' 'I've always been like this...' 'No, you haven't...' 'Yes. Yes, I have mum. I'm sorry, if you can't grasp it, but I am. And I love Taylor.' 'I promise, I didn't try and corrupt her or anything Joanna...' Taylor intervened but Joanna replied coldly and curtly. 'Its Mrs. Jones to you.' That shut Taylor up. Amy was growing more confident as she grew more angry. 'If the two of you just think you can raise a child with no money, and no home... this isn't playing house, this is real life.' ' Actually, we have a home. And yes, the whole situation is a mess. I would have told you about Taylor after a while, but everything just escalated. I wish I wasn't pregnant but I am. And I just couldn't get rid of it. I was stupid and careless, I know that, and I hate myself for that. But I'm pregnant. That's just a fact now...' Her voice was getting more defensive, thought Taylor. 'And surely the fact that Taylor has asked me to marry her, has asked me to let her help raise a child she has no connection with shows how much she loves me. And that amount of sheer love, does it matter if it comes from a man or a woman?' Amy was standing now, indignant. Joanna just sat on the sofa quietly. 'Get out. Just take some money and get a hotel for the night. I need to think about this and I can't with you two dykes under my roof. Just go.' She thrust out a few twenty pound notes and turned her face, not looking at either of them. Bursting with rage, Amy snatched it from her and pulled Taylor by the hand and out of the door, slamming it behind her. It was raining hard. A black taxi was outside and Amy hailed it. Just then, she heard footsteps behind her and Joanna was running out in the rain, barefoot in her nice dress. The Family Pet Ch. 04 Author's Note - This is a short section, the calm before the storm, before the mommy daughter incest really kicks off which will be in Ch.06. It is pretty vital to read the earlier chapters first to be honest. This is quite a long series, and hence probably not for most people, but my motives for writing this series were to do an incest story that was actually realistic, had real heart and romance and where characters and their motivations were believable. Please let me know in the comments sections what you think has been realistic and what hasn't, and thanks for all previous feedback. Also, there is a very very odd dream sequence that just came to me randomly while I was writing another scene. I have included it but might turn people off, I don't know, you have been warned. I hope you like it, but I'm not even sure if its meant to be erotic. There are several taboo themes in this chapter so please if you are offended by that kind of stuff don't read on. Hope this gets you wet (and hard, guys)! *** Past Karen's Bedtime Amy remembered that night in England when they'd both crossed a line they'd never be able to turn back from. She had become her little incest slut, as she'd craved that night, once and for all. Twenty years later nearly, was it fair to punish Taylor for trying to seduce their daughter as they'd both agreed to do in Greece all those years ago? Taylor was right, she supposed. Karen was an adult, and she knew what Taylor was proposing would leave the choice entirely down to her. They had discussed what would happen when Karen turned eighteen for a few years before. So why was she freezing now? Before it had just seemed like a game, a crazy notion. But it had never been that to Taylor. She had a plan and she wanted to go through with it. She wanted to taste Karen as much as she'd wanted to fuck Amy all those years ago and she always got what she wanted. She would if Karen wanted it too. Did she? All these thoughts raced around Amy's head while Taylor stood there waiting for an answer. 'You're right. I want to as much as you. I just don't want to force Karen into anything. I don't want to make her hate us for trying to make her our lover, as well as our daughter.' Taylor's glare softened and she pulled Amy into a hug. 'Honey, we've been over my plan, if she's not keen it won't work and she might never find out we've ever discussed this. If she is, she'll just follow the trap to you and before long Karen and I will be spitroasting you. That's what you want isn't it? That's what you've always wanted... your daughter's breasts pressed against her mother's, you want to see what she tastes like... you want to submit to her...' Amy's knees nearly gave out at the thought, her mind racing with dark, taboo images. Taylor looked at her face, aching with lust, and smiled, knowing that she was slowly winning Amy round to her cause. 'Remember Greece, Amy. Remember our vow.' Amy nodded submissively. She had made a pact in Greece to her one true love. She probably loved Karen as much as much as Taylor, but she didn't have it in her to make the promise... and though for all these years she'd been as protective as possible, the resolve was dissolving fast, replaced by incestuous lust that she could not control. Taylor sidled over to her and held her hand, squeezing it tight and flashing her a comforting smile. 'I knew you'd come round eventually, darling. It's in your nature. You know what you're gonna be?' Amy shook her head confused and Taylor giggled. 'You're going to be the family pet.' Amy looked bashful at that, but Taylor could tell it had her pussy squirming at the submissive nature of that. She was taking Amy further and further into the fantasies but she would be holding her hand every step of the way. 'Come on, let's get ready for bed,' said Amy. 'Yeah, hang on I'm just gonna brush my teeth then check on Karen again.' *** When Karen left Mom and Mom's room, it had definitely been a little awkward. As much as the old girls thought they could try and hide it, she was eighteen now and not an idiot: she could tell when two people had just been having sex. The scent hung in the air, the sheets were ruffled, there were a pair of pink knickers forgotten and discarded by the door and if those three weren't a give away there was a bottle of lube by the table. What did two women need lube for? Were they dried up already? Maybe there were doing anal, a dark voice in her head whispered. Stop it, she shouldn't even be thinking that about her moms. She was still quite tipsy from the party to be honest. Her head was spinning, as was the room. Ryan. Fuck, she remembered Ryan, what a fucking bastard! She crossed the hallway, struggling on her high heels with her vodka-induced lack of balance. When she opened her door, she stumbled through then slammed it shut behind her. Tears nearly came to her when she saw the picture of her and Ryan she had framed standing up on her bedside table, but anger came quicker than sadness. Clumsily, she lashed out and knocked it over where it fell to the ground with a satisfying smash. That was the second picture she had broken tonight. Tiptoeing around the glass, she sat on the bed glumly and kicked away her high heels into the mess of her teenage room. She couldn't get the image of Ryan and that bitch Cindy Avery out of her head. As she sighed, she stood up and tried to slip out of her tight designer dress but it just clung to her. She reached in vain for the zip at the back but it was no good. It took her about ten minutes to get it off in her inebriated state. In the end, she managed to yank it over her head. She unclasped the purple push up bra that she had worn just for Ryan. It had been killing her all night, the underwire digging into her boobs, the price to pay to look good for her man. Then he had ended up fucking Cindy Avery... in the ass. Just in her purple panties, or knickers as her English Mom would have said, she climbed into bed and got under the covers. It had been at Michael's house party and she'd been talking to her friend Kirsten when she suddenly needed to pee. When she got up to the bathroom, she heard the unmistakeable sound of grunting but as she turned the handle, a female voice shrilly called out that the door was meant to be locked. Standing on the balcony, she shrieked with laughter and called for Kirsten to join her in a little prank. The two drunk girls waited outside the door while the lascivious couple seemed to be reaching the climax of their fucking. Karen counted them down 3... 2... 1... BANG! Kirsten burst through the door, pointing and giggling but Karen froze in her tracks. That blonde bimbo bitch Cindy Avery was bent over the bath tub, naked but for her crop top which was tugged down under her bouncing, enormous boobs. Ryan didn't notice the intrusion for a good few seconds, his moderately sized cock was sliding in and out of Cindy with vigour. As Karen gawped, she saw Cindy's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, which confused her... that meant Ryan was fucking her ass? The one place she had never let him go. One small insecure voice piped up in her head. You're such an idiot, if you had just let him take your anal cherry, he wouldn't be fucking her ass right now. Cindy Avery's tight, firm ass... bouncing as Ryan slid in and out of her, red from all the spanking, those noises she was making as he completely broke her in two in her nasty... Fuck, stop thinking about it. It's not your fault, he should be able to stay faithful without getting a little bit of anal. It did look fun though... maybe if he hadn't gone and cheated, she would have come round to the idea with a little persuasion. Karen was something of a nympho herself and couldn't get enough of being filled. Maybe it would feel good to be filled there as well... maybe it would feel great to have a cock in her cunt and her ass... would it hurt? Maybe the pain would feel good! Woah, where are all these fantasies coming from? She sat up instantly as if to clear her mind and reached for the usual glass of water she kept by her bed, but it wasn't there. Shame. She went over to her en suite and brushed her teeth, then climbed into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she could drift off and boy, she needed it. When she was all snuggled tight, she shut her eyes and attempted sleep. But sleep wouldn't come. Out of nowhere, she had suddenly become very aroused. There was a gentle throbbing between her legs that she knew wouldn't go away. Wetness was building up... soon there would be a small stain on her satin lingerie. She missed Ryan's cock already. Sleeping round his or in her own bed, he fucked her nearly every night, even on her time of the month. She needed sex. Slowly, her fingers travelled under the blankets to find her pussy. She had no trouble there and delicately stroked a finger down her lips, then trailed back up again. She always liked to start like this, getting a sense of her wetness. She would masturbate about two or three times a day normally before seeing Ryan but the party had taken time out of her schedule. She grinned to herself as her middle finger lightly grazed her clit for the first time. This was inevitable really, how did she even think she could sleep? She kicked the covers onto the floor and lay on the bed naked but for her purple panties, where her hand was firmly shoved in, stroking softly. It sounded a bit gay to most girls but she liked to watch her own body as she played with herself, the way her cute breasts rose and fell with the intensity of her breathing, her little triangle of hair just above her mound, her flat stomach glistening with sweat as she fucked herself to climax. To most girls it might seem a bit dykeish, but she had no problem with that. She was raised by two lesbians after all. Porn never did it for Karen really. None of the women ever looked like they were really having a good time and when Karen fucked, she always had a good time. When she let something enter her... which was quite often to be honest and she wasn't choosy, she screamed with joy. There were no fake 'oh baby yeah's with her. She never faked it but if he was fat enough down there to stretch her and big enough to reach her deepest zones, she lost herself in erotic frenzy. She had never brought up the subject with her moms, it would probably be too awkward, but they must have heard her screaming at the top of voice when Ryan, or Jack or Michael or any of the cocks she picked up, ploughed into her like there was no tomorrow. Not that she hadn't heard them. Mom Amy was particularly loud when she was getting fucked and though she knew little about their bedroom antics, it was pretty clear that Mom Taylor was the one fucking Mom Amy hard most of the time. Fuck, she had even walked in on them tonight. Her finger absentmindedly slipped into herself, penetrating fast, as the image of Mom Amy on her hands and knees while her other Mom licked her from behind danced into her head. When she was seven and an innocent child, she had walked in on them in the middle of a storm, scared and wanting to sleep in their bed. Instead, she'd seen one Mommy on all fours like a dog while the other licked her pee pee like a stick of honey. Mommy Amy was shouting loudly, and Karen thought she was scared of the thunder too. When she peeked her head round the door though, she wasn't scared. She looked like the word she had learnt in that day's English class... blissful. Eleven years later, as she drunkenly moved a finger slowly in and out of herself while her thumb stroked her clit, why the fuck was that image coming back to her now? She picked up the pace and again subconsciously just popped a second finger in, needing to be stretched and filled more. Her eyes were clamped shut now, today she wasn't looking at her body, she was thinking sordid images. A man with a huge cock was taking her from behind, her wetness gushing from her pussy dripping onto the floor as he pummelled her. She was bent over a bath and suddenly in her mind her tits were bigger and she had blonde hair... and the man's face turned to Ryan and his dick fell out of her and instead he rammed it hard up her ass! As the dream Ryan rammed it in, she pushed her two fingers deeper and curled up round, gasping audibly as she just brushed her G-spot. She opened her eyes suddenly, fingers still pumping hard, and blew a strand of hair out of her face. Her teen body was shining from the moonlight, her nipples pointed hard. With one free hand, she gripped her left boob hard and squeezed. A primal noise of pleasure escaped her lips and still she fucked herself. Except when she shut her eyes, she was back bent over the bath tub being fucked hard by a pink plastic cock this time and it was a woman fucking her, a tall blonde familiar looking older woman. That was new. She wasn't gay... She couldn't stop the finger's frenetic pace now, her orgasm was near, but she tried to push the lesbian thoughts out of her mind, trying to focus on a single male image to climax on, but to no avail. Her thumb's pressure on her clit was intense and unrelenting now and every stroke brought her closer to the edge. In her vision, the woman carried on fucking her harder and harder while the walls dissolved around her and now suddenly they were on a bed, then everything was changing so fast. Opening her eyes quickly, she grabbed her pillow and brought it up to her face, biting it and stifling her moans. She lay back completely and fingered herself faster and faster, whimpering into the pillow. As the orgasm began to tremble within her, the strange older woman in her fantasy suddenly grew a face, a familiar face, a face she had grown up with all her life... KNOCK! KNOCK! Fuck! The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave as the knocking on the door came, and it took everything she had not to scream. Naked and sweaty, two fingers jammed up her cunt, she looked around desperately, her mind hazy with pleasure and alcohol. A voice came as the knocking came gently again, from the woman she had just seen in her dreams. 'Karen! Can I come in?' She jumped up and grabbed a towel off a nearby chair and wrapped it round herself, then tried to collect her breath. Her hair was a mess and she looked sweaty, but there was no time. She opened the door slowly. Mom Taylor was standing in the door frame, holding a glass of water and was that a smirk on her face?. Karen just stared at her for a moment, until Taylor held up the glass of water. 'Brought you this, hun. I thought you might have forgotten with your mind on other things...' Her eyes seemed to linger on the towel covering Karen's decency, her eyebrows raised. She felt an immediate need to defend herself. 'I was just... erm... getting out the shower.' Her mom just continued to find the whole situation immensely amusing. 'Must have been a pretty dry shower...' 'Er .. into... I meant into the shower.' 'Right, just after you'd finished yourself off?' 'Mom!' 'What! It's natural, I don't care. Here's your glass of water. Now, hurry up it's past your bed time. Have a good shower, honey!' 'I don't have a bedtime, mom, I'm eighteen!' But she had turned and walked away, chuckling to herself in that annoying way only adults of a certain wise age think they can get away with . Karen watched her go with a mixture of emotions. She was initially frustrated but couldn't stay angry with her mom's carefree attitude for long. The whole thing was pretty funny she supposed. She had managed to make it nine years without one of her parents catching her masturbating. Then she remembered who she had masturbated over just at the end... now that was weird... As Karen slammed her door shut, Taylor opened the door to her and Amy's room. She looked for Amy but couldn't see her, then she heard the sound of her brushing her teeth in the en suite. Chuckling to herself under her breath, she called out to her wife. 'Hey guess what I just walked in on?' Amy poked her head around the door, her mouth filled with her toothbrush but questioning her with her eyes. 'Our sweet little Karen frigging her lady harp like a prize concert player, haha. When I walked in she had nothing but a towel on but her panties were around one ankle and she didn't even realise.' The thought of that nearly reduced Amy to a whimper. And to think just hours ago, she had determined to stop this incestuous party but here she was picturing Karen's sodden knickers and the towel hiding her young, supple flesh! Taylor snapped her out of it. 'Pet, I need to pee.' 'But I just brushed my teeth!' 'Well then, they'll be doubly refreshed when you clean them again after. Are you disobeying me, pet?' Amy shook her head obediently and dropped to her knees on the bathroom tiles. Taylor stripped and walked over to her, cupping her cheeks with both hands and pulling her pet's face lovingly up to her hole. 'Open wide, good girl.' When Amy's mouth was clamped firmly round her, she closed her eyes, sighed and let go. A stream of hot piss trickled out of her and directly into Amy's wide mouth. Amy, the mature woman, the wife, the college grad, the teacher and the mother became nothing more than just a toilet as Taylor used her mouth like she did every night before bed. She didn't complain. She just took all the pee as it swam down her throat. The feeling of being used liked that, even though it was humiliating at first, was irreplaceable. Taylor stroked her hair as she finished up. She opened her eyes and looked down at her pet who was looking up at her submissively from down there on her knees. She stared back down then gripped her hair tight suddenly, making sure Amy got ever last drop of piss then moved away. 'Good girl. Can you clean me up?' Amy licked her lips happily before licking Taylor's lips. She got every last hanging drop, much to Taylor's delight then stood up. 'Thank you darling. Now you can brush your teeth again.' She strolled out and got into bed. When Amy finished up, she climbed in too, scooching up behind Taylor and wrapping her arms around her waist. For all her normal dominance, sometimes Taylor liked to be the little spoon. Everyone needed to be held. Now wasn't just the time for sleep though. She had to clear her mind. She rolled over in Amy's arms and faced her, lying side by side in the pillows. 'I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier. I know this whole thing with Karen is... well, it's going a bit far to say the least. But I think we know we both want it... don't we? If you don't, I will stop right here and we can just have our lovely, perfect and normal family. But I always 0thought you wanted more... do you?' Amy looked at her thoughtfully and nodded. 'You know I do... it's just... please don't snap...?' 'No, I won't I promise. Sorry if I did earlier. Go on?' Amy gathered her words and spoke. 'I think I'm just a little more over protective because you didn't carry her like I did. Having her in my womb, the whole pregnancy, there's a bond there that makes me want to protect her against anything, even myself. I'm sorry that you didn't get to experience that bond.' Taylor considered that and spoke thoughtfully. 'I can see that. I'm eternally grateful for you for carrying her and giving birth to her. I'm sad I never got that bond but I'm glad I didn't have to go through the agony you did. Jesus, Amy, was it really eighteen years ago you were pregnant?' 'Remember how grumpy I used to get!' 'Remember how fat you were!' 'Hey!' 'I'm joking. How the hell did eighteen years go so fast, eh?' *** September, 21, 1996 The gel felt cool and weird on Amy's huge belly but she stayed still lying back, as Taylor held her hand. Her white Oasis T-shirt was rolled up tucked under her breasts but for once Taylor wasn't staring at them, she was avidly watching her stomach. The plump nurse, named Paula on the badge, set to work with her scanner, waving it up and down and tinkering with the technology, trying to get it to work. The Family Pet Ch. 04 This was their second ultrasound and Amy was surprisingly calm according to Paula, more than most expectant mothers in the second trimester were. Taylor on the other hand was less calm. She was gripping Amy's hand tight with stress. Not being in control for a change was killing her and she hated that she couldn't help Amy bear the load. On some days Taylor would fuss so much, Amy would snap but today she was oddly serene and just found the whole thing amusing. She squeezed her hand and Taylor jumped, looking down at her alertly. 'Hey, relax. Everything's going to be fine.' Taylor nodded and gave what was meant to be a reassuring smile. Paula busied away, then got back to scanning her belly. 'So Amy, will the father be joining us today?' Amy was slightly taken aback by the intrusion. 'Erm, no, he won't be.' 'That's a shame. Well in many senses the Father is always here for you, so take comfort in that.' Amy rolled her eyes, this was just what they needed. Taylor caught her eye and Amy winked at her playfully. That against the odds, got a little giggle from Taylor and her nerves began to settle slightly. Paula's voice dragged on. 'Well, at least you have your... friend here to support you.' Her eyes seemed to linger on the way Taylor was holding Amy's hand, and the blonde immediately stiffened at that. Before Amy could signal for her to just leave it, she had quipped. 'Actually I'm her girlfriend!' The words came out over-loud and fast, defensively. Amy knew she should have been annoyed with this busybody but she just laid back and let it happen. Taylor was bristling. Paula didn't acknowledge it for a few seconds, and didn't seem to want to, before replying. 'I see. So are we finding out the sex of the child today?' Taylor turned to look at Amy half-heartedly. She had been nagging her for weeks to let her find out, but Amy called the shots with the baby. When they woke up next to each other, Taylor would whisper in her ear, trying to persuade her. As they sat in their tiny kitchenette eating breakfast, Taylor would beg her. One night as Amy sat propped up on the couch with her big belly watching junk TV, Taylor refused playfully to get the groceries unless she relented to let her find out, Amy shrugged and said she'd go herself. At that, Taylor had immediately sat her back down and told her not to lift a finger then rushed out to get whatever she had been craving that week, fish fingers and custard or something. So when Paula asked the question, Amy's response took her aback. 'We'd love to, please.' Taylor beamed and clutched her hand tighter with joy. Amy grinned at her cheekily. Her eyes shouted 'Surprise!' Paula stood up and said she would have to take the results to be processed with the doctor across the hall. She waddled out the room and the door swung shut behind her. They both watched her go, Taylor tiptoeing over to make sure she had gone and then returning to Amy who was lying on the medical reclining chair, complete with stirrups. Amy didn't say anything, just stuck out her tongue devilishly. 'You cheeky bitch! Why didn't you tell me? You had me slaving away!' 'Hehe, I wanted it to be a surprise!' Taylor didn't know what had gotten into Amy today, she was all giggles and smiles, compared to yesterday's tantrum over her size. Nothing was bothering her today though, not even that judgemental nurse. 'What's got into you today? I want some of it.' Amy giggled and squirmed a little in the chair. 'Haha, I don't know. I've got so much excess energy and I feel so giggly. It must be my pregnancy glow. Just relax, baby.' 'I'm trying but that homophobic Jesus freak is putting me on edge. Who the fuck does she think she is?' Amy spread her legs and placed them in the stirrups at either side, tugging at Taylor's arm gently. 'Fuck her. And more importantly, fuck me, you know that's the ultimate way to get to her.' 'Here, Amy, no! We're in the middle of the hospital, for crying out...' Amy tugged at her arm harder and pouted. 'Pleasssssse. My hormones are sending me crazy, crazy horny. I need your tongue in me... it's not for me, it's for the baby!' Taylor rolled her eyes at that excuse. Amy had been incredibly sexual this past week. At 4am the other night, she had woken up to find a sleeping Amy humping her leg like a dog, her baby bump digging into her back. All she wanted to do was fuck even though Taylor was working all the time to make some extra cash. Amy went to a special store to get herself a preggy babydoll, pink, lacy and floaty and had got on all fours and begged Taylor to fuck her that night. She had just got back from her shift at Sarah's bar and before that she had been doing some temp work in an office all day. All she had wanted was sleep. But seeing Amy on all fours like that, bump and all, all she could do was fall to the floor too and kiss those swollen lips... 'Pleasssse!' Taylor turned to the door, which remained shut, and made up her mind. 'OK, OK, but we have to be quick. No tender loving for you!' 'Good, I just want to be fucked.' Amy couldn't suppress a girlish giggle and spread her legs even wider in the stirrups, eagerly. Taylor walked round to her gaping legs and fell to her knees. Fuck, this was risky, they could be walked in on at any time. Was that why Amy was so wet, she wondered. Her Amy, the kinky exhibitionist. On her knees, she peered up Amy's skirt and got a surprise when she saw Amy's swollen labia winking back at her. 'No panties, really? You planned this all along?' 'What can I say, I'm a desperate pregnant slut who needs instant release!' Taylor smirked at that and crawled forward on her knees, lifting the skirt over her head and kissing Amy's lips for the second time that day. And it was only 11am. Her skirt tucked over her blonde hair, she lovingly ran her tongue up and down Amy's lips while her hands traced little circles on her spread thighs. She heard Amy moan gently, and hoped she didn't get any louder if she wanted to remain secret. Her tongue flattened when it reached her clit which produced another moan, then rolled into a curved point, running down and parting her outer lips, finding her hole and sinking in softly. She purred at that and Taylor felt Amy's hands come down and find her own, fingers entwining. As Taylor's tongue moved into and with her body, she gripped her hands tight and moved them up to her stomach and her bump, laying their hands together on it. That felt good. She didn't quite know why, but that felt so good like they were both connected with something bigger. Her skirt was rising up and down as Taylor's head jutted in and out of her, her cunt walls gripping her tongue and needing it deeper, harder, faster. She let out a little moan as Taylor picked up the pace then dropped it again, her tongue coming out and her mouth lovingly attending to her clit. When Taylor sucked it into her mouth slowly, she gasped for breath and then let it all out when she released it and flicked it again with her tongue. Amy's hands still rested over Taylor's on her baby belly and just as Taylor was about to slide her tongue in again, simultaneously, they both felt the tiniest little stirring, an ever so faint kick. Their first baby kick. Amy's skirt flopped upwards and Taylor's blonde hair appeared followed by her smiling face. She had a look of joyful wonder. 'Did you feel that?' Amy nodded happily and squeezed their hands together harder. Taylor was lost for words but a horny Amy croaked. 'Please, finish me off, please...' But just as Taylor nodded and went to move her head, there was a sudden noise and the door was flung open. In came Paula and a short balding man in a white coat. Amy kicked her feet out of the stirrups fast as lightning, but flailed comically. Taylor jumped back, crouching still and quickly stuttered. 'I just dropped a nickel.' The nurse tutted to herself and rolled her eyes, but the bald man didn't seem to notice, he looked about eighty. In his hands, he held a piece of paper and was studying it intently. Amy flattened down her skirt and lay back, looking at the doctor nervously while Taylor stood up. Looking at that piece of paper which would change everything, she remembered the conversation they'd had in the car on the way here. 'So say you do finally let me know the sex hypothetically...' 'Which isn't going to happen, Tay...' 'Which isn't going to happen but hypothetically would you want a boy or a girl?' 'I dunno, maybe a boy. I was always more of a tomboy myself. And girls are more hassle they say, especially teenagers. Besides if it's a girl we'll only end up fucking her.' She laughed nervously and Taylor replied. 'I dunno, I kinda want a girl. Another little you running around... she'll be the cutest little girl ever!' Amy had blushed in the car and she blushed thinking it now. Taylor walked round and held her hand comfortingly again and the two lovers waited for the doctor to speak. After an age, he lifted his head and simply spoke. 'It's a girl. Congratulations! You're free to go now.' He turned to go and Paula followed him, whispering some complaints in his ear about unruly, disgusting behaviour but they didn't care. They both looked each other with wide eyes, lost for words. All Amy could think to do was pull Taylor's shirt and pull her down for a soft kiss on the lips. Taylor reciprocated then broke away, and said. 'I can't believe it we're having a little girl. What's so funny, honestly?' 'Nothing... it's just, you taste of me.' Taylor smiled, embarrassment filling her face. 'Are you disappointed?' 'No of course not. I don't care if it's a boy or girl. What matters is that she's gonna be ours. Our little family.' That made Taylor smile the most she had all year. She helped Amy out of the chair and they walked out of the hospital arm in arm, just thinking of what was to come. As they got in the car to drive off, Amy remarked. 'Well, I guess Calvin is out the window then. Karen it is!' *** 'Wow, eighteen years. How can Karen be eighteen all ready?' Neither of them spoke for a moment, both pondering the thought wistfully. Amy broke the silence. 'Shall we ask her tomorrow then?' Taylor bit her nip and nodded. They both look at each other across the pillows, apprehensive and excited. 'Tomorrow it is then. Night, night.' She switched off her beside lamp and rolled over in the darkness. Amy wrapped her arms around her and they both drifted off to sleep. Obscene and disturbing visions filled Amy's dreams that night. Karen and Taylor were naked and kissing softly on a red four poster bed. Karen's little brown bush, like that of her birth mother, was rubbing gently against Taylor's shaved cunt. As they canoodled, Karen absentmindedly rang a bell by the bed and in she came herself, dressed in a black and white frilly maid's uniform that left little to the imagination. She had bigger boobs, but they often were in her dreams, and for once they were popping out of her chest. In the dream, she was handcuffed and possibly gagged. Yes she was gagged, the dream had changed, and suddenly she had Karen's stuffed pink bear from when she had been a child stuffed in her mouth. Then the focus swivelled and in her sleep, Amy pictured Karen and her mom scissoring vigorously screaming so loud that the real Taylor could have probably heard lying next to her. The maid fell to her knees and crawled over eager to join in, but then bizarrely Karen's legs actually did become scissors and they started chopping at her, forcing her away while Taylor laughed. She recoiled to fall back on the floor but now the floor wasn't there and she was falling back, back into darkness, into a hole and she was falling, falling and falling... like Alice down the rabbit hole. In the darkness, feminine hands appeared, one with Karen's favourite red nail polish and another pair with Taylor's purple preference. The floating hands tugged and pulled at her maid's outfit, ripping it apart until she was naked. Her huge breasts began to shrink until there was nothing there but flat nipples and through the darkness, she heard humiliating shrieks of laughter and all she wanted to do was hide her chest. Still she fell through the blackness... But now it was pink and she could see the walls of the tunnel, fleshy and alive like the walls of her own pussy. She was so turned on as she fell that her own juices were splashing around mid-air and she realised, she was falling down through a vagina. Then before she even realised it, she hit the end of the well and landed on something that pierced right through her like she had fell on a spike. Something hard, long and thick entered her. She screamed in pain at the height of the fall and realised she had a penis inside her. She turned around to see the penis was attached to Karen. She gasped in horror as Karen started to fuck her with her man's dick, bouncing her mom on her lap from behind, but her woman's tits were still pressing into her back. Among the hard pounding, Amy tried to plead... 'Where am I?' Karen continued her relentless assault on her cunt, precum leaking on her lips. 'Well Mommy, we're in your womb!' A loud voice rung out, echoing around everywhere. It was Taylor's from a conversation they'd had long, long ago. 'But hypothetically would you want a boy or a girl... girl... girl... girl?' It echoed off, getting quieter and quieter. With every echo of 'girl', Karen's nipples seem to press more into her back as her tits swelled to an impossible size. Amy's voice boomed back in reply. 'I dunno, maybe a boy... boy... boy... boy... boy?' On every 'boy', somehow Karen's cock grew thicker and longer, to an uncomfortable level. Amy was stretched to the point of extreme pain and yelled out. Karen continued as her member nearly broke her mother's body. She gunned away, her orgasm building, the veins on her dick throbbing as semen bubbled into the surface. 'Hold on Mommy, I'm cumming.' Blood was pouring from Amy's slit now as she was well and truly wrecked by the cock which was now over a footlong and nearly as wide. She felt hot jets of cum stream into her, filling her up, already shooting out her cunt from maximum capacity. Karen yanked it out and grabbed it in two hands, twisting her hands up and down, shooting her cum all over her Mom, over her belly, her non-existent tits and her face. Spunk glued up Amy's eyes. When she prised them open, suddenly her tits were growing again but so was her belly. Karen stood up and laughed at her mother who looked terrified. 'Mmm, the thought of getting forcibly taken like that turns you on, doesn't it Mommy? Look how wet you are.' She pointed but it wasn't down at her cunt. It was behind her, to a tidal wave of female cum that was coming towards both of them. It was her own wetness in her own cunt. She stared at it terrified. Again Taylor's voice from a distant memory boomed around the walls as the wave piled nearer. 'Come on Amy, you can do it! Push! It's coming!' Karen turned to look at the wave, then back to her mom and winked. 'Pregnant again, you fucking whore? Looks like that's my cue!' She fell to her knees and started licking her own man cum from her mom's cunt and then started to lick inside her walls then suddenly, somehow, impossibly her head was all the way inside the gaping slit until she clambered inside fully. Amy's belly swelled to a full baby bump and now Karen was inside, the wave hit! She was swept along in a stream of her wetness, towards the light, hurtling towards Taylor's voice, saying PUSH! 'BANG!' Amy woke up with a jolt! Sweat was trickling down her brow and she was breathing intensely. She was breathing for dear life and even though she was only in bed, in her suburban home her adrenalin was off the chart. Taylor was sleeping softly beside her, oblivious to the loud noise that had just woken her up and taken her from the clutches of that dream. Or was it a nightmare? The images had been horrible and sordid yet sexual and depraved. Her thighs were hot and sticky and there was a wet patch where she'd been sleeping. It took her five seconds to process what had happened and to convince herself nothing was real. Her hand subconsciously grabbed her left boob. Normal sized, thank God. That had been horrible, she thought. Trying to focus on anything but that dream, another pressing thought came to her. What was that banging? With that realisation, she was now fully awake and alert. Could it be a burglar? Should she wake Taylor? What was it? Slipping out of bed naked, she grabbed her robe and hastily tied it on. Tiptoeing over to the door not making a sound on the creaky floorboard, she waited with baited breath for any clues of what lay behind the door. Her heart was beating even faster now, but somehow she managed to keep her cool and just listen. There was definitely someone moving slowly outside. Shutting her eyes and praying to God that she stayed quiet, she opened the door by a millimetre crack and peered out into the hallway. What she didn't expect to see was Karen wandering around naked in the hallway. When Karen was just starting high school or just before a big test, Tay and Amy had caught her a few times sleepwalking in the night, in her pyjamas, trying to go downstairs to her school bag to find a book or something to calm her nerves. It had seemed sweet at first until Karen would wake them up late at night banging her door open loudly and walking on oblivious. It was linked to nerves or tension, the doctors had told them. But that had all stopped when Karen had really hit puberty and developed a supreme confidence similar to Taylor's. Since then though, Karen had clearly regressed tonight and what surprised Amy more was that Karen had obviously taken to sleeping naked though. A good mother wouldn't watch, stare and ogle but Amy was hardly a good mother by most standards. As her daughter slowly dragged her feet across the hallway, naked as the day she was born Amy couldn't help herself. Reckoning she probably wouldn't notice in her comatose state, she switched her bedroom light on and pushed the door open a little further. The light from her room poured out of the crack and illuminated Karen some more. Her comely body could be seen more clearly now, Amy was glad to see. With the light suddenly on, Taylor groaned as she was forced to open her eyes with the brightness. She moaned and swore under her breath. Amy shushed her, placing her finger on her lips and silently beckoned her over eagerly. Taylor sat up in her bed and rolled her eyes, confused as to what the hell was going on. Amy was gesturing madly with a big grin on her face but still focusing on silence. Bemused and grumpy, Taylor rolled out of bed and slowly walked over. When Amy stepped aside for Taylor to glance through the crack, the sight of her nude daughter sleep walking down the hall instantly sent erotic jolts through her and she could feel her pussy squirm. The two lesbian mothers just gawped at what a beautiful body their daughter had. They had seen her naked as a child but not for many years. Since then her breasts had grown to a nice, firm size, big enough for Amy to just about cup with her small hand with beautiful brown nipples to compliment them. Her brown locks fell down past her shoulder, resting just above the curve and swell of her bosom. Brown hair was also apparent in a little triangle just above her mound, just as it had in Amy's dream. Her waist was tiny but her hips were wider than expected, curvy and toned. They could just about make out her ass, looking as toned as ever. But it was her pink pussy they couldn't get enough of most of all. The outer pink lips seemed swollen. Apart from that little triangle, she was completely shaved or was it waxed? And from the way the bedroom's light glanced off it, it was unmistakeable... she was dripping wet. The Family Pet Ch. 04 Taylor was intoxicated with the sight. Naked from bed, she couldn't stop herself from slipping her hand down and finding her clit. She turned to look at Amy, who too had lost control and quietly slipped a finger inside herself, in and out, as she masturbated to the image of her teenage daughter. Taylor gently rubbed her clit, smiling from the amazing feeling, and wondered where Karen was going? There was a fork in the hall from Karen's door, she could take the stairs, or she could take the stretch of carpet that led solely to their marital bedroom. Amy just slowly fingered herself, wanting to take it slow and savour the sight as long as possible, but then froze as she realised Karen wasn't taking the stairs and was coming right towards them. She nervously looked at Taylor, who she saw had her own desperate need to touch herself. They both stared at each other in confusion and wonder, remaining silent as ever. Karen plodded towards them at a slow pace. Amy tried to communicate with Taylor with her eyes and began to back away as Karen got metres away from them, but Taylor silently reached out and grabbed Amy's arm, the arm which ended with her fingers in her box, and just held them in position, not letting her escape. They both held their breath and their nerve for as long as possible. Karen was less than a metre from her door now when all of a sudden she stopped. Tay and Amy couldn't breath, in utter suspense as to what she was going to do next. Slowly, very slowly, Karen bent down as if to retrieve something from the floor. They weren't looking at the floor though. They were looking at her butt which was rising into the air as she bent down, as if this vision couldn't get any better. She has an even sweeter ass than her mother, Taylor thought, as if that were possible. Then as she rose back up, she suddenly noticed she had something in her hands. It was Amy's pink thong. Thinking they'd have the house all to themselves earlier that evening, Amy had begun to strip as soon as she had got through the door. She had her T-shirt off and over her shoulder as she shut the door, her bra undone soon after, as she hopped up the stairs she wriggled holding her clothes in one hand and kicking her trousers off while she tried to climb. By the time, she got to the door of the bedroom, she kicked it open through all the clothes in the corner and wriggled out of her thong, kicking it behind her and shutting the door. And with the anal pounding Taylor had given her after that, she had completely forgot about them. Clearly, Karen hadn't though... The fast asleep Karen held the pink panties, which Amy thought could very well be still sticky, with a kind of awe. She brought them close to her face, and as if this couldn't get any hotter, thought Taylor, she began to sniff her Mom's panties. Taylor had to hold her breath in for fear of moaning loudly at such a twisted scene, but the sound of Amy's fingers fucking herself fast broke the silence. Her own hand pinching her clit, Taylor turned and shushed her quickly. They could not disturb this. Like her two moms before her, it was inevitable that Karen's finger would find its way to her wet pussy. Just one, which parted her lips and sunk into her and bent round, penetrating gently. Amy slowed down her own penetration for less noise and moved her finger in then out slowly, with the pace that Karen was now sleepfucking herself. Oh, how she'd like to reach out and touch her, lick her, help her daughter cum... Her daughter who was sniffing her dirty panties... Except she wasn't sniffing now. Her tongue came out slowly and undecidedly but soon Karen was licking Mom Amy's filth. Licking and fingering simultaneously. Mom, Mom and daughter all stood there in total silence playing with themselves as if this were some kind of beautiful dream. Neither of the older women could believe their luck but they continued pleasuring themselves anyway, as did Karen. She was playing with her clit now like Mommy Taylor and she was rubbing hard. The way her knees were shaking, it seemed like the orgasm was about to hit. Amy was not sure if she could hold her own moans in any longer, and shoved her fist in her mouth, biting down on it. Karen's rubbed and rubbed her clit, faster and faster till suddenly the silence was broken and Karen gasped the faintest little, 'Oh!' Her knees trembled and she looked like she was about to collapse, but then she regained her balance. Still fast asleep, she slowly prised the wet thong off her tongue and her fingers uncurled, letting it drop to the floor. Turning on the spot with the poise and grace of a ballerina, she slowly walked back towards the open door of her bedroom. Tay and Amy stayed watching her cute ass go, fucking themselves slightly louder now, for a good five minutes until Karen shut her door and presumably climbed back into bed. They just looked at each other with astonishment, as if they couldn't just believe what they'd just seen. Taylor let go of their door and it gently swung shut. They both knew the one thing they needed right now. Amy fell back from crouching on her knees, sprawling backwards on her back and opening her legs. She lay on the carpet while Taylor positioned herself the other way, then lowered her dripping cunt onto Amy's face. She immediately felt Amy's tongue slide all the way up her and she reciprocated by craning in to softly suck Amy's clit in. It didn't take them over a minute to cum after Karen's unintentional slow tease and they both squirted on each other's faces, still scared to scream but moaning into each other's cunts. When they both climaxed, they slowly regained their senses and crawled back into bed with mesmerised smiles on their face. Both their faces were covered with the essence of the other but they simply gazed into each other's eyes with ultimate love. Sleep was pointless. All they could each think was how soon it inevitably would be before their daughter chose to join in their love and became part of the family in another dark, depraved way... To be continued... The Family Pet Ch. 05 Author's Note - Thanks for all the high ratings and positive feedback so far, please leave comments if you enjoyed. Lot of romance at the start, sorry this series really is a slow burner, but also a lot more sex in the second half of this one so feel free to skip to that. If youre offended by incest or fetishes such as pee, feet and pregnancy, probably best not to read on. Enjoy! ***** Ch.05 - 'Where else but Lesbos? December, 2, 2015 It was early December and the sun did not rise until gone eight. In her drunken haze the night before, Karen hadn't bothered shutting her curtains before she flopped into bed. Now as morning broke, the first streams of sunlight danced in and over her face. She was dreaming something sweet by the whimpers she was making but as the light played out in front of her, her consciousness slowly yanked her from the blackness and forced her eyes open. She moaned groggily under her breath, squinting and shutting her eyes. She rolled back into the pillow, avoiding the light, not wanting to wake up. It was too late though. The hangover had hit. Her head felt as if someone had poured a martini in it and had shaken AND stirred it. There was a gentle pounding that throbbed in her brain, increasing every time a thought popped into her head. And her mouth! So dry. She rolled over, squinting at the bedside table, reaching out for a cool glass of water. After a few sips, she sighed. The water felt nice and refreshing in her mouth which still housed a faint aftertaste of vodka. No amount of water would make that go away. Who brought her that water, she hadn't remembered getting it? Had she made it for herself in the night, for she knew that she was prone to sleepwalking sometimes if she felt she desperately needed something like a book before a test of a snack if she was on some stupid diet. Then she remembered her Mom had brought it to her door the night before. Just as she had been... oh, now she remembered. Oops! She had literally just been cumming with three fingers inside herself when her mom had knocked to deliver it. The act was generous but could she have picked a worse time? When she'd answered the door, Karen had known she knew what she was doing just by the smirk on her face. As she set the water down on her bedside table, she wondered if there would be any sly remarks at the breakfast table this morning. It was so so tempting to stay in bed all morning. It was a Saturday and she had nothing to do. Not now she and Ryan had broken up. She lay there among her sweaty sheets, contemplating it but the pounding in her head was too much. She needed some aspirin. It was no good. She kicked the covers off onto the floor and slid out of bed. She was naked as ever, she could never wear clothes to bed, not even in winter as she got too hot. Looking round for a towel in the clutter of her room, she was a sight to behold. She was slightly taller than the average eighteen year old girl with brown hair that fell down in straight locks stopping just before her nipples. Her breasts weren't big but neither were they small. They didn't pop out in low cut tops but they were only just about small enough so that you could fit your hand around the whole thing, which she loved to do while she was having some 'me-time'. Her body was toned and athletic for the most part, with maybe a bit too much flesh on her waist for her liking. Her ass though was cute but toned and firm. Like both her mothers, she had been raised to love sport. Her feet were dainty and clad in pink nail polish. Her legs were long given her height, the same bronze tan skin colour as the rest of her, again skinny but firm, well layered legs which led up a beautiful path to her young vagina, which was mainly hairless but for a small brown tuft just above her mound. She grabbed a towel and headed to her shower in an adjacent en suite when suddenly another unexpected throbbing came out of nowhere. It sent her reeling and she muttered three words under her breath. She often spoke to herself, finding it to be more intelligent company than most girls her age. 'Need. Aspirin. Now.' She wrapped the white towel around her bosom, covering her softer, more delicate zones and opened her bedroom door. The smell of toast drifted around the family's small home but the thought of eating just made Karen nauseous when she was this hungover. Just as she was about to go downstairs, her phone buzzed. She drifted back over to her bed to look at the text then felt a sudden jolt of pain run through her foot. Looking down, there was a blob of red on her carpet and she realised she'd trod on some glass. The night before in her inebriated fury, she had smashed a picture of her and her cheating boyfriend, wait ex-boyfriend, on the floor. Now that folly had come back to haunt her. It was only a small shard lodged in her big toe but it hurt like hell. Grimacing, she reached over and picked up her phone from the bed, opening her mailbox. The message made her even more angry with the pain in her foot. > Eurgh! She locked the phone with an angry click and threw the phone back down on the bed. The pounding in her head wasn't going to go away any time soon and now her foot was killing. Where were the painkillers? Moms would know. She trudged out onto the hallway, limping slightly so as not to put pressure on her big toe, still just clad in a towel wrapped around her breasts and waists. She took the stairs one at a time, then wheeled off into the kitchen. Mom Amy was sitting at the breakfast table, slowly eating some toast while intently reading an article in the New York Times. She was wearing a purple Christmas jumper with a reindeer prancing over the front, with her hair tied up in a loose, messy pony tail at the back. Karen had inherited her hazelnut hair but somehow hers was tidier than her Mom's ever was. When she saw Karen hobble in, she put down her paper and smiled at her warmly, although there was something a little odd in that smile. When she spoke, it was still in her English accent although living abroad all these years, she had picked up a slight twang. 'Hey darling, come and have a seat. Are you OK, you look like you're limping?' 'I bet she's hungover as fuck!' Her other mother turned from where she had been frying what looked like eggs, and smirked at her. Her eyes seemed to travel up and down her towel to her luscious legs, taking it all in, the same way she had snickered at Karen when she had caught her in nothing but a flimsy towel last night. Little known to Karen, both Taylor and Amy had seen a lot lot more that night. Karen didn't notice the way her mom was ogling her legs though and just hopped on one, clearly in pain. Concern played over Amy's face. 'What's wrong, darling?' 'Everything. My head's killing me. Yes, you win... I am fucking hungover...' 'Language!' Taylor reprimanded. 'What? You swore? Yes, but I'm your mom so its fine, you're a child...' 'I'm eighteen!' She cut herself off there, not letting her mom playfully annoy her like she tended to do as punishment whenever she drank too much the night before. 'And then, I stepped in some glass and now my toe is bleeding.' 'Oh baby, I'm sorry, come sit down here then,' Taylor said, changing tone instantly and pulling up a chair at the kitchen table. Karen eased herself down on it and stuck her leg out rigidly, pointing the bleeding toe up into the air. Taylor busied around trying to find a first aid box. Karen noticed that while cooking she had spilt some fat or oil on her white tank top and a stain was showing. Just under forty and still clad in tight denim jeans, she still looked great for her age. From somewhere she had produced a band-aid and some anti septic cream from a first aid box. Taylor walked over to her daughter and got down on her knees, holding Karen's leg in one hand and squinting down at the glass, trying to see where the majority of the glass was. As her finger brushed the stub of the toe, Karen winced. Amy peered round from her seat at her daughter's exclamation, concerned. Taylor didn't flinch though and soon she had located the main piece. 'Just hold still darling.' Gripping Karen's left leg, she ever so slightly moved it further to the left, just parting her legs slightly, to get a better look in the light, she claimed. Just as her thighs slid apart to let her mom tend to her wound, Karen suddenly realised her towel was open by her mom's eyeline and she wasn't wearing any underwear. But what could she do? Hoping her mum wouldn't notice her shaved lips staring back at her, she looked over at her Mom Amy and smiled awkwardly. 'You want some aspirin, for your headache?' Karen pouted like a sad puppy and nodded and Amy rushed to her feet, trying to find something to alleviate her pain. Taylor managed to pull the glass out and see to the cut with a band-aid. When she was all patched up, she got to her feet gingerly, still with one hand pressing her towel to her chest to keep her decent, and the other patting down the bottom half of her towel making sure it was flat. She didn't want to flash her parents before she'd even had breakfast. Oblivious to Karen, her parents were making sly glances at each other across the room as they saw their daughter fret about her state of dress. She hadn't been so careful last night, in what had seemed like a blissful uninhibited dream sleep. She had come out walking towards their room like a zombie, picked up a pair of Amy's dirty knickers that had been discarded in the heat of the moment and then she had proceeded to bring herself to orgasm, sniffing and licking them right there in the hallway. And still fast asleep. The commotion had woken Amy and Taylor, and they couldn't help but masturbate along with her. All the family had a beautiful orgasm that night, Karen at the behest of her fingers, and her moms simultaneously in a loving 69. Just the memory of it was making Amy blush with guilt and arousal, seeing Karen prance around in a towel, knowing she could mentally picture everything. Karen excused herself, saying she would come down for breakfast after her shower and she traipsed off. Taylor pulled up the chair next to Amy and took her hand in hers. 'You gave birth to such a beautiful daughter, Amy. That little cunt I just got another glimpse of, it's perfect.' Amy giggled a little nervously but squeezed her hand with approval. 'Shhh, she'll hear you!' 'Oh no, she won't. She's in the shower. I could eat you right here and now and she wouldn't notice.' 'Wanna?' Amy said playfully, spreading her legs under the table and playing with Taylor's foot and bringing it up to her hot thighs. Taylor delicately extended her toe and brushed Amy's skirt up, stroking her panties for just a second, then drawing back. 'Oh! Spoilsport!' 'Haha, don't tempt me, you tease. I gotta get Karen's breakfast ready.' She went back to tending her eggs. 'You want a coffee, babe?' 'Love one, thank you. So did you text Sarah?' 'Yep. She said she'd swing by this afternoon, she wanted to see us anyway.' 'Did you tell her what it was about? Did she guess anything?' 'Not exactly. I just said we were thinking of letting Karen come along, but obviously we wouldn't be there and maybe she could do with a friendly face...' Right then, Karen flounced into the room after her shower. Her hair wasn't totally dry and still clung to her neck in wisps and strands. Her body was still wet and her navy blue tight dress with cute white polkadots clung to her for. 'That was a quick shower.' 'Well, I'm starving all of a sudden. Where's my eggs!?!' She banged the table with her knife and fork humorously and Taylor rolled her eyes. 'Coming right up, you little madam...' When breakfast and coffee served, the three of them all took a seat and tucked in. Amy folded away her paper and pushed it to the side. Taking a sip from her coffee, she caught her daughter's gaze and asked sympathetically. 'So how you feeling after last night?' 'About Ryan?' Amy nodded and Taylor looked over deeply as well. Karen continued. 'I dunno. Pretty bummed. I always thought I'd do the dumping. I didn't think he'd cheat on me. I'm hot!' Taylor and Amy smirked at that. They knew only too well how hot she was. 'That's men for you, honey. You can't trust them to be faithful.' Karen giggled. 'And I always tell my friends being raised by two women, I had nothing against men and neither did they.' 'We don't! But look at it empirically, this happens a lot. You wouldn't get this with a woman?' She looked over to her wife dreamily, rubbing it into Karen. 'Well it's all very well and good saying how great women are, but I like men.' The audacity of Mom Taylor's next question and the speed that it was put to her threw Karen back. 'Well; have you ever tried girls? Even thought about it?' All she could do was make exclamatory protests. 'Mom!' But as she glared at Mom Taylor, she remembered the image that had popped into her head at the point of climax last night. Bent over a bath, tits swinging back and forth as her mom had ploughed into her with a huge strap on. She had to admit, even though every time she pretended it hadn't, there were times when she was alone and feeling herself that the thought of a woman's tender touch sent her over the edge. 'What? It's like when you were a kid and you wouldn't eat your broccoli, honey. If you don't try it, how can you tell you don't like it?' Karen couldn't help but laugh at that analogy. Amy wasn't getting involved but she smiled all the same. Then a thought of clarity came to her. Why was so against this? She came from two parents in a loving lesbian relationship. She was absolutely in no way homophobic and had been supportive of her parent's struggles with a passion. But the part of her which might be attracted to other women, why did she shut that down so much? Like it or loathe it, it wasn't definitely there. Taylor sensed her hesitation. 'Well look, your Aunt Sarah is going to be in town today, and she might be coming to the bar tonight. We're going to be busy but if you wanted to stop by, we'd be happy to let Taylor take you. If you wanted to come see our world...' Karen could tell even Mom Taylor was nervous about asking the question. Even though she had never been allowed to go near it, she knew Mom Taylor owned a bar for lesbian and bisexual women across town, and with some internet research she knew it had quite a reputation on the gay scene. Simply named 'Tay's', its basement parties were infamous. Karen had always been curious but her parents had never let her. But now she was eighteen and talking openly about her sexuality at the kitchen table. What could be the harm? 'You sure? You've always been against me knowing anything about it.' 'That was when you were a lot younger, sweetie. And less mature. It's a very private place for special women who go there for peace and quiet from men more than anything. And right now it seems like you could use that. And besides, we want to show you what being gay means for us.' She didn't expect such a heartfelt answer from Mom Taylor but she nodded understandably all the same. Amy chipped in. 'And besides, with Sarah, you'll have a safe pair of hands. To be honest some of the women in there are as bad as guys with their hands but we wanted someone like Sarah to take you with her so you don't get the wrong impression. It would really mean a lot to us if you came tonight.' Again, that thought threw Karen. She didn't realise how much of a big deal this could be for her moms. It was nice to know how much they thought of her opinion, in the end it was a no brainer. She smiled and replied politely. 'Sure, I'd love to come.' 'Great!' Continuing with her breakfast, Karen slid the paper along to have a look at the day's headlines. The main story that day read 'MICHIGAN PASSES GAY MARRIAGE BILL'. That brought a huge smile to her face and she looked up to see if it had registered with her moms. 'Have you seen this? You guys could get married in Michigan!' 'We are married, honey.' 'I know! But you could get divorced then married again... in Michigan! Isn't that great?!' Amy and Taylor smiled contently. They had both read the news and it brought warmth to their hearts. It felt so good to live in a country where their love was allowed to be expressed freely. The whole world still had a long way to go, but every day something in the paper signalled that something, somewhere was changing. Back in 1996, they had no way of declaring their love for all the world to see. They had to make do with their own ramshackle ceremony... *** October, 16, 1996 A red squirrel perched on the branch above her head and Amy looked at it with wonder. Squirrels for some bizarre reason had been her favourite animal as a child, and to see one this up close, well the little guy was audacious to say the least. She kept staring at it, mesmerised by it. Maybe if she kept staring at the squirrel, it would take her mind off what she was about to do. Then her father shook her arm and brought her crashing from her daydream. She smiled politely and turned round to look at him. He looked so handsome today in a charcoal grey suit with a yellow cummerbund. He looked the part for a wedding. Amy on the other hand didn't feel like she looked as good as she could, as good as she should for Taylor. In a yellow silk strapless dress which started just as her breasts begin to flesh out, and ended just below her knees, she felt simple and elegant but not beautiful. The swell of her belly, from her fifth month of pregnancy was only accentuating these fears. Her dad seemed to sense her insecurity. 'You look amazing, honey. I've always thought of you as my baby, still the babe in my arms from the day you were born , but now... you look like a woman. And you're about to come a wife. Oh Amy, I'm so proud of you.' No words came to Amy in that moment, just emotion overcame her. She blushed and her dad continued. Her dad out of nowhere, as if he were a magician, pulled out a small bunch of flowers. 'Dad, I said we weren't doing flowers.' 'I know, I know, but I saw a bunch over there and couldn't resist it. It's tradition.' He held up the blue bugle flowers arranged in a messy impromptu bouquet and said. 'I thought maybe they could be your something blue...' Standing in the middle of this woodland clearing, well away from the main party, Amy forgot the crisp dress she was wearing and pulled her father into a fierce embrace. He rocked on his face then hugged her back awkwardly. The flowers pressed between them, suffocating the life out of them nearly. When Amy pulled back, she took them off him, apologising but he fluffed them up a bit and handed them back to her. 'Knock 'em out, darling.' Tears were inches away from swimming to her eyes but she fought them back and smiled defiantly. She looked up to see if the squirrel was still around to wish her any last luck, but it had scurried off into the rest of the forest somewhere. Getting married in the woods was Taylor's idea. The government and the church wouldn't let them join together as one in a loving union. They were sinners, even though they shared a beautiful love, a love that was in the authority's eyes - 'unnatural'. As a half joke at first, Taylor suggested they have some kind of private ceremony in the most natural place of all, the great outdoors. But then it dawned on them. The legal stuff, all that bullshit, that didn't matter. They wanted a day with their family and friends where they could just say how they felt and make a vow for life. If the government didn't recognise that, it didn't matter. Only their loved ones mattered. The Family Pet Ch. 05 Finding somewhere to host this non-marriage though was easier said than done, and in the end an outdoor ceremony seemed the perfect place. So it was here in this deserted forest that Amy found herself about to walk out in front of all her family and friends and tell them once and for all how she intended to be with Taylor for the rest of her life. Some of Amy's English friends had come over, and her parents and some close family of course, but it was mainly Taylor's friends here and it was one of those friends, Eliza, who came bounding over to her. She was hitching up her dress so it didn't scrape along the woodland carpet of twigs and mud, something she should bear in mind. She stopped as she reached them and said. 'Taylor's ready now. Are you guys?' Her father gave her a questioning stare and Amy nodded and replied. 'About as ready as I'll ever be...' 'Great, I'll tell them to start the music. When you hear it, start walking, oh you know what to do, you planned all this. Good luck.' Amy braced herself and her dad took her arm in his. That felt reassuring. Her heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour and the bouqet in her hands was shaking fiercely. She was nervous but also, well there was no other way to say it, but incredibly fucking excited. The goosebumps on her arm weren't just from the cold. As her dad lay a reassuring hand on that arm stroking it, he looked like was about to say a few words of encouragement when the music started. They had skipped the boring wedding march and gone for an abridged favourite, the last verse of Manfred Mann's 'Doo Wah Diddy'. His lips opened then shut and they knew it was time to walk not to talk. She took the first steps forward down their makeshift aisle. 'Now we're together nearly every single day singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo' They slowly proceeded down a woodland clearing that led to a larger clearing where about forty to fifty people were seated on wooden stools, deckchairs and camping chairs, anything they could bring for themselves basically. Out of the corner of her eye, she could make out Taylor and her dad proceeding down another similar clearing to the left of her. She knew she shouldn't look until she got to the end but from the brief glimpse she got, Taylor looked resplendent. She was wearing a white floor length dress with black and red flowers embroidered in. 'Now we're so happy and it's how we're gonna stay, singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo' Given their non-traditional wedding, they had insisted on no fancy wedding dresses, not that they could afford them anyway. Still she had no idea what she would look like until now and she really did look a million dollars on this day of all days. Her hair was up in an elegant bun and her make up accentuated her eyes perfectly, which were sparkling with glee. As she marched down the aisle in time with the music, Amy couldn't just wait to get those words she'd been rehearsing in her head over with so she could kiss her bride. 'NOW I'M HERS... I'm hers...' She reached the end and her father stepped back, leaving her alone and waiting for a second until... 'SHE'S MINE... She's mine...' ... Taylor was right there beside her... 'I'm hers, she's mine, wedding bells are gonna chime!' The music drifted off as the sound on the crackly boombox someone had brought was turned down and it was it. Taylor was here beside her and it was time. They both stole a glance at each other and joy lit up their faces in the widest smiles possible. Taylor's friend Ted stepped up from a stool and wheeled in front of them. Ted was a stand up comedian and a great speaker so they had asked him to say a few words as some kind of officiator. They needed some structure but Ted wouldn't take himself too seriously, no chance of that. 'OK ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, lads and lasses, welcome along to this party. I will be your host for this evening to celebrate these two lovely ladies and their love for each other.' His tone was humorous and light, and the audience laughed along at the levity of this situation. Amy and Taylor beamed broadly and the ceremony proceeded. It mainly consisted of their own handwritten and heartfelt vows. When it had nearly come to a close, Ted leaned in and then shouted. 'Well by the power invested in me... well by you two, I declare you two people very much in love who aren't technically married but are in the eyes of everyone who... Oh what the hell, wife and wife. You may kiss your brides!' While the audience giggled and clapped, Taylor didn't want to laugh. She just wanted to kiss Amy so much at that point and both couldn't lean in fast enough. When their lips met, their whole congregation cheered and hooted. That kiss felt amazing for Taylor, to know Amy was hers now, that they had made a commitment and that everyone around them supported it and was cheering it. She didn't want to break away but did eventually. When she did, their eyes still lingered on each other. Amy looked dazed with happiness, awestruck by what they had just done. It was as if a smile was about to play across her lips, but she felt the need to hold it back, for if she did she would stretch her face out and tear it open, so wide would it be with her happiness. Out of nowhere, that perfect moment was interrupted when Ted shrieked and threw some confetti at them. They could only laugh at that as well, and the little dots of white in Amy's brown hair made her look even cuter. The rest of the day passed pretty quickly and was a blur of socialising and thanking people for coming. Everyone wanted to know about the baby and it was with great joy that they told her that at the moment it looked like they were having a very healthy girl. They all got cabs to the reception which they held in Sarah's bar, who had only been too glad to shut up for one night and give their guests the run of the place. Taylor had told her she couldn't thank her enough. Sarah told her there was something she could do for her but they would discuss it later when they had a chance. For what was often a grubby bar, Sarah had cleaned the place up real good. She had lined all the chairs up at the side and around tables so there was sitting space, but also room for a dance floor. Plus, the booths were clean and filled with food and free drinks which she had laid on courtesy of Amy's parents. Both their parents were mingling and meeting for the first time, which seemed to be going okay... ish. Amy's slightly prim and conservative English parents were a bit taken aback by all the outlandish American lesbians that her daughter now hung out with, but were very polite all the same. After the incident when she had come out, Amy's mom had come round and was now very tolerant. That still didn't prepare her for a twenty minute conversation with their friend Jamie, a 6ft butch trucker with a blue Mohican who fit about every dyke stereotype in the book. Still her mother was soldiering on admirably, and Amy thought she must remember for being so understanding these days. Soon enough when the drinks had flowed and everyone had nibbled on the buffet a bit, it was time for the first dance. When they made their way to the cleared area, everyone hollered and cheered. Taylor signalled for the music to be played, they had just made some mixtapes to be played throughout the night, nothing fancy and then took Amy in her arms. Amy sunk into her shoulder, one hand entwined with Taylor's and held aloft. The other went to Taylor's shoulder, a classic ballroom pose, and Taylor wrapped her arm around her new wife's waist. When the Frank Sinatra version of 'Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered' started playing, they swayed softly in time with the gentle swing. 'She's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have her charms I'm in love and don't I show it Like a babe in arms' Amy nuzzled into her neck as they swayed, utterly content to just be one whole with Taylor at that moment, not caring that all these people were watching and adoring them right now. When Taylor led her in the dance she followed, as she would for the rest of her life. 'Love's the same old sensation Lately I've not slept a wink Since this silly situation Has me on the brink' Taylor pressed into her as much as possible, the baby coming between them but still part of their dancing form, part of them. Little unborn Karen was as much a part of this wedding as the two of them and there was not five minutes when Amy and Taylor didn't think of their daughter to come. As they danced, Amy crooked her head up from the warm of her neck and whispered six little words softly. 'I love you so much Tay...' 'I'm wild again Beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I' Though it went unsaid, Taylor whispered it back too. She was bewitched, bewitched with the amazing woman pressed up close to her carrying their child. She was bothered she could not help share the load of this pregnancy with her and she was bewildered how much love she could have for this person she had met by chance in a library only ten months ago. The music came to an end and everyone clapped and cheered for what felt like the millionth time that day, not that she was complaining, and another song came on. Taylor's dad had already taken Amy's mom by the hand and offered to show her how good Americans dance. She turned to Amy who was rubbing her belly. 'Need to sit down?' Amy nodded and smiled and she helped her over to a chair. As she was sitting down and the dance floor was filling up, Taylor felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Sarah. She asked if she could have that private word. Taylor turned to Amy to ask permission and Amy rolled her eyes. 'I'll be fine, go! I'm not one of those wives you have to run every little thing by, I hope!' All three of them chuckled at that and then Sarah led her off behind the bar, hoping to chat, but it was still a little noisy so she opened the door that led down to the bar's basement. They stepped onto the stairs, switched the light on and conversed there. Sarah squealed and hugged her. 'Congratulations! I always thought it would be me and you walking down that aisle but I guess you settled for that Amy bitch.' Taylor looked concerned at that before she butted in. 'I'm obviously kidding! I got over you a long time ago, don't flatter yourself hun. But seriously congratulations are in order.' 'Haha, I know you're still secretly gagging for some of this sugar! Thank you so much, seriously. And thanks for letting us use the bar, if you ever need me to do extra shifts, even for free, I'm totally your slave.' 'That's kinda what I was hoping to talk to you about. I have something of a big proposition for you. Huge in fact.' Taylor's brow furrowed and she looked confused. The way Sarah was standing she clearly had something huge to get off her chest and Taylor just waited for her to spit it out. 'OK, it's a biggie. Basically, I got a call the other day. My great-aunt Denise passed away.' 'Oh, I'm so sorry.' 'Don't be. The old girl was 92 and had a great life. She was always my favourite family member. I told you about the difficultly in my family when I came out?' Taylor nodded. Sarah had poured her heart out to her many a time over a glass of wine in this bar after hours. Sarah came from the Deep South and had had a torrid time over her sexuality. She told her family when she was eleven, not realising the danger she was putting herself in, and instantly became a pariah. Her family refused to accept her claims and had even tried to send her to some kind of religious conversion. At that point, she had run to live off with her great aunt Denise who was the only one in the family who had accepted it, having come from more liberal California but moving when she'd married a Texan. After her husband Owen had passed away ten years ago, she had moved back to California and bought a huge mansion. 'Well auntie Denise was always the one who supported me the most and always said the rest of my family should be ashamed for the way they treated me. I think that's why... well in her will, as a last fuck you to them, she left me everything. The house in LA, all her money, her car... everything...' Taylor was stunned but Sarah carried on. 'So the favour, well more like offer, I have to put to you is this. I'm gonna be moving away, for good. And I need to get rid of this place. And I was wondering, did you wanna buy it?' Taylor was dumbstruck. She hadn't expected this on her wedding day. Or to ever be even asked about buying a bar. There was no way she could afford it, not with a baby on the way. As if she could read her mind, Sarah jumped in. 'I know you can't afford it, at the moment. But I really don't want to sell this place to anyone. I've poured a lot of my life into this place and I want it to go to someone who gets it. Someone like you. So here's my plan. Small payments every year, small payments you can afford on your schedule, completely interest free.' Before Taylor could protest again, she beat her to it. 'Don't worry about me. I can afford it.' She blushed as she added. 'I'm kinda rich now... quite rich.' Taylor felt a momentary pang of jealousy, if only she had a sudden windfall which could solve her and Amy's financial concerns but it soon passed. She couldn't hold twisted feelings like that in her belly on her wedding day, and besides not only was Sarah being completely gracious about it but she was offering her a once in a lifetime deal that was far too generous. She clearly wanted to make sure this bar was left in good hands. She considered the proposal and thought about it without the money element being a factor for once. She had certainly not gone to college to own a bar, But then what had she gone to college for? Fucking straight girls and making them love me, she laughed to herself mentally. But honestly, she didn't really know, she was just doing it to meet people mostly and who didn't want to go to college. Who had parents who didn't push them there? Her career plans had been put on hold as soon as Amy had confided in her that she was pregnant. When she'd made that life changing decision that she would support her and raise it with as her own, she had had to look for a job straight away. She had got some work in an office but she much preferred working in Sarah's bar. When she thought about it, she liked working with people, flirting a little and getting tips, chatting to them about their day and the hustle and bustle of a busy weekend night with the dukebox playing and the complimentary drinks flowing. Would it be such a bad idea? It would be expensive but if Sarah really could afford to keep her afloat, she'd have her own business. That must be good for the sake of the baby. 'Your offer is so kind. Thank you, you are such an amazing friend. I'd need to talk about it with Amy, but I think... I think I'd be keen.' 'Great! Well look I know you need time, we can talk about it when you get back from the honeymoon. Where are you two heading?' 'Er, Greece.' 'Oh nice, anywhere in particular, Athens?' Taylor blushed and giggled. 'No, we just thought for this lesbian wedding, where else but Lesbos?' Sarah guffawed and hooted and Taylor couldn't help but join in as well. 'Oh you two are cute. Where else but Lesbos indeed? Well have a great time, talk to the old ball and chain then get back to me.' 'I will, thank you so much Sarah.' They hugged one last time, then Sarah opened the basement door and they stepped back into the party. Taylor saw her dad was now dancing with Amy now and hurried over to intervene. The couple spent the next hour or so finishing off their goodbyes and thank yous until it was finally time for the pre-booked taxi to arrive to take them to the airport. Everyone saw them to the door and wished them a lovely time in Greece. Eventually they managed to part from the throng and get in the cab. The guests all piled out to wave them off as they drove off into the sunset. In the back of the cab, Amy realised it was the first time she had been alone with Taylor all day as they had had to share a cab coming back from the woods to the bar. She felt a sudden urge to kiss her, a need Taylor clearly shared as they had both turned to face each other with passion in their eyes. Amy brought her hands up and round to the back of Taylor's next and pulled her love closer to meet her lips, brushing together and meeting in a fierce long awaited proper kiss. Neither of them cared that the fat old taxi driver wasn't particularly concentrating on the road, choosing to focus in his rear view mirror while saliva dribbled from his cheeks. For them, it felt so good just to sink into each other indefinitely and explore each other for the first time wife and wife. As they kissed, the life inside Amy gave a little kick which made her jump a little. 'Was that...?' Taylor asked and Amy nodded contently. Taylor put her hand on her stomach to feel for more, but felt nothing until... there it was again, a small kick but a kick nonetheless. The pride she felt kept her from kissing Amy for a few seconds, then her tongue obeyed its desire to feel Amy's tongue again and they returned to the sensual embrace. They kissed and groped each other all the way to the airport. When they arrived and hauled out their luggage, all the taxi driver had to say was this. 'For you newlyweds... and two such fine dykes as yourself, no charge. Just promise you'll send me the honeymoon video.' They weren't sure whether to be pleased or disgusted, but he sped off cackling and they both thought a free ride is a free ride. They checked in and loaded up their bags, holding hands in the airport lounge, waiting desperately for the plane to come and stealing kisses when no-one was looking. Finally they were admitted onto the plane, and after an hour they were in the skies. The flight took nine hours altogether and Amy was incredibly bored. Taylor had fallen asleep and was slumped on her shoulder drooling, but she really needed to pee. She had done for an hour but didn't want to wake Taylor. There was only so much her bladder could take though and in the end, she relented and pushed Taylor off her, who woke up slowly and grumpily. She apologised and explained she really needed to go. Taylor started to stir and let her pass and Amy sped off to find the on flight toilets. She found them on the top floor of the double decker plane in a secluded area and hastily bolted in, shut the door behind her and pulled down her pants. Frustratingly, just as she was about to go, an oddly gruff voice called out from the other side. 'Airways security, open up missy!' Bewildered, she called back asking for clarification and the voice became more familiar. 'Open up, it's me silly!' Amy sighed and undid the catch and Taylor slipped in to the small cubicle shutting the door behind her. There was a mischievous glint in her eye. 'So? 'So what?' 'So that little show about needing to pee? We gonna join the club or what?' 'What show? I actually need to pee so fucking bad, and you've been passed out on me for the last hour!' Taylor giggled, not that Amy thought it was funny. 'Oh, well don't let me stop you then. In fact...' Somehow in the tiny cramped space, she managed to find room to drop to her knees and look up at Amy, winking. Amy rolled her eyes but couldn't deny how hot she looked down there. 'Really? On a plane.' Still grinning devilishly on her knees, Taylor replied. 'I don't see why not. Come on, piss in me baby, let me treat you.' Fuck, she was a hot temptress. Amy couldn't resist those words and unbuttoned her travel jeans that she'd got changed into back in the airport toilet. When her panties were around her ankles, she spread and adjusted her legs then pulled Taylor's face and mouth close into her crotch, so she covered all of her hole. The Family Pet Ch. 05 Taylor moved obediently and wrapped her lips around, ready to catch every drop. Amy released her golden stream directly into Taylor's mouth, who took it all unflinching, all the while making eye contact with Amy. It felt hot, warm and slutty down Taylor's throat and doing it miles up in the clouds only intensified that. Amy pushed her close into her cunt as she finished up. As she dried up, Taylor licked up every last drop... then suddenly those licks were turning into more than just cleaning. 'I want to be part of that club baby. I hear you get a badge. Turn around and bend over.' Amy didn't see where she could bend over as her back was already pressed against the wall really, but she shimmied on the spot so her ass was in Taylor's eyeline and then leaned forward, pressing it further into her. Amy's bald lips were presented to Taylor, all pink and glistening, and she placed a soft kiss on her sensitive flesh. When her wet lips met wet lips, Amy purred and a tongue ran all the way along her, flattened and stopping at her clit. She bucked forward when Taylor swept her tongue around her clit in a swirling motion, and there was a bang as she hit her head on the low ceiling. Taylor laughed and continued. Eventually, she replaced her tongue with two fingers, which slid instantly into Amy and it wasn't long before her tongue instead filled her ass. Given the nature of their rendezvous, the girls knew this was going to be a quickie and foreplay was tossed out the plane window. Taylor's fingers slammed and slapped out of her wet cunt at a lightning pace, brutally fucking her pet while her tongue teased her hole. It didn't take Amy long to cum and when Taylor twisted her fingers round to lightly brush her G-spot, Amy was forced to bite her lip then stuff her fist in her mouth and bite on that just to stop her from bellowing Taylor's name. They decided to leave the bathroom one by one and find their seats. They thought they had got away with it until they were boarding from the plane at the Greek airport when a haughty American woman muttered something about slutty dykes under their breath. But they didn't care. They had reached their honeymoon destination. Having left New York at 7pm, they arrived in Greece around noon. They managed to get some sleep on the plane and were feeling as refreshed as one can be after inter-continental travel. Getting boats and trains to Lesbos was another story. It took eleven hours altogether so by the time they got to their hotel it was nearly midnight. The Greek woman at the reception was pleasant enough, spoke some English and wished them a warm welcome. When Taylor announced that they had the honeymoon suite booked, she raised one eyebrow but didn't question the matter. Amy's bump was also the source fir a few stares. Neither of the women cared particulary by this stage. They just needed to get upstairs to the room. The booking hassle seemed to take hours but after what felt like an eternity, they were in the elevator about to ascend to the honeymoon suite on the top floor. As they rose, they stole a glance at each other. Butterflies whizzed around in Amy's stomach at the prospect of tonight, even though she'd been with her so many nights by now. They finally reached the room at the end of the corridor on the top floor. Taylor set her suitcase down and fumbled for the key. Her hand was visibly shaking. It was like that first night they had met all those years ago back on campus, all over again. That's what Amy could do to her. The door slowly swung open and they both heaved their suitcases in behind them. The door swung shut... and finally they were alone. It was over a day since they'd left New York and travelling had taken it out of them. They'd changed completely from their ceremony and were now just in jeans and old tees. Taylor explored the room while Amy sat on the bed, looking around. Five hours on a hot ferry here with a life inside her to haul around, the shirt was clinging to her back with sweat. Taylor flicked her light on in the bathroom. It was about as huge as the rest of the room. She offered out a hand to Amy. 'Wanna take a shower before...?' It was unsaid but they both knew tonight was going to be a session of lovemaking on a level they hadn't reached before. She nodded and got to her feet, waddling over and taking her hand. Taylor ran the shower, which was housed in a beautiful marble bathroom with mirrors around all the wall, so you could see yourself at all times. Taylor slowly disrobed, pulling her T-shirt over head, showing inches of flesh as she pulled it up over head. She discarded it on the ground, looking magnificent in her black bra and started to unbutton her jeans. Amy did the same and soon they were just left in their underwear. Slow and seductively, Taylor moved round behind Amy. She felt a presence behind her, then hot breath on her neck. Hands began to massage her breast through the cups, and Taylor kissed and sucked on her neck. Amy moaned and her head rocked back, their temples connecting. Taylor's hands did their work and Amy realised she wasn't wearing a bra any longer, and now there were two bras on the floor. The water from the shower continued to run steaming up the mirror. Eyes shut, wanting to boost all her other senses, Amy didn't notice Taylor drop to her knees and kiss her asscheeks in turn through the black satin of her knickers. Eventually teeth caught the fabric, and she was slowly stripped bare. When Taylor finally stepped back round, took her by the hand and pulled them under the jet of water. The hot water cascaded over them as, for a time, they simply washed each other innocently. Their bodies were so well known to each other now that all they wanted to do was help each other get themselves perfect for tonight. The water refreshed them and perked them up after the long day travelling. Taylor had a bar of the complimentary sweet smelling soap in one hand, and was on her knees crouching down, washing the back of Amy's thighs. Amy's hand were running gently through her blonde hair, applying shampoo and helping wash her hair. They had no need to touch there just yet... there was plenty of that to come. After they both felt fresh and done, Amy leaned in and met Taylor's mouth in hers and they kissed for some time, bodies pressed together, Taylor's large breasts against Amy's swollen baby boobs, with their tongues swirling. Amy felt pure and clean but wanted nothing more than drag her wife out on the bed and get filthy with her. Taylor sensed it too and flicked the nozzle off. They stepped out but ignored the heated towels waiting at the side, and moved back into the main room. The honeymoon suite was a beautiful experience and worth the fortune they had shelled out to even stay here for a week. The suite was easily busier than their little apartment back in New York. The floor was some kind of stone slabs, but they were heated from below. There were elaborate chaise longues and recliners all around, all based around a huge white four posted bed in the middle. White curtains were billowing in the wind which rippled softly and through their blowing, rays of moonlight trickled in. Beyond the curtains was a candlelit balcony that overlooked over a stunning coastal bay. The moonlight couldn't do full justice to the staggering blue beauty of the Aegean Sea, but the waves rocking back and forth created a comforting lulling sound below. The two women didn't care for their nudity, they were completely alone up here as if this bay was their own personal garden for the weekend. They stepped out onto it, letting the warm air heat their naked bodies. They were still a little chilly though as it had gone midnight, but Taylor solved that by coming up behind her, and wrapping her arms around her belly in a tight, loving embrace. Her face found its natural place nuzzled into Amy's neck, who in turn leaned back on her love. They both stood propped up like that looking at the stars for some time. The only thing that distracted Taylor was feeling a little drop of her juices running down her thigh and it struck how incredibly turned on she was in this perfect moment. Her fingers, which had been laced with Amy, came apart and she traced them up Amy's belly, stopping at her exposed nipples. Like Taylor, she must have been heavily aroused, so hard were her nipples. Her fingers came up to tweak them, which elicited a purr from Amy. She rolled one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then pinched ever so slightly. Amy gave a fake little yelp but Taylor knew she loved the sensation. Amy loved to be hurt. Still pinching them, she cradled in and whispered in her ear. 'I love you... tonight, I'm going to show you how much in any physical way I can.' Her fingers pinched down hard on one nipple, then Taylor started to walk back from the balcony towards the bed, but still clamping down hard. Amy yelped but was forced to drag along behind by her swollen, engorged nip. Taylor yanked on it harder and Amy jumped forward to reduce the distance. This continued till they both reached the bed's clean white sheets. One thing was for sure, it wasn't going to stay clean for long. Taylor relinquished the nipple which looked sore and swollen by now. The rush Amy got whenever her mistress inflicted pain on her was coming back to her now. It was a long time since Taylor had hurt her... and the pregnancy seemed to be doubling her pleasure. Taylor was taking her by force now, gripping her in her arms, then spinning her on the spot and throwing her back on the bed. Amy exclaimed in surprise and giggled, falling back her legs flailing in the air. As she laughed and fell back, Taylor snatched out a hand like a dart and grabbed one of Amy's ankles firmly. That soon made her stop flailing and she stopped completely still. Taylor still held it firm and crawled onto the bed, joining her love. She sat on her knees at the foot of the huge bed, Amy by the headboard, and cradled the foot in her hands. She delicately lowered her mouth down and brought up Amy's big toe, sucking it softly into her mouth then releasing it with a little pop. The image of Taylor sucking on it gently was making Amy leak onto the bed, but still she pressed on, She held Amy's foot at the base and wrapped her lips around the toe again, pulling it in as she sucked then swirling her tongue out and licking it clean. Amy's breathing was getting deeper and deeper as she tried to contain her arousal at the sight. Taylor rose up on her knees, maintaining eye contact with Amy, to bring her toe up between her own legs. Using Amy as her toy, she stroked against her own sopping lips, shutting her eyes and moaning. Amy watched, transfixed and twitched her toe up, brushing Tay's clit. At that Taylor gripped harder and forced it down harder onto herself, onto her sweet little button. The pressure felt so good as her pregnant wife just stroked her toe back and forth, bringing out involuntary moans from her. Her toe engulfed it and Taylor was sad suddenly when it slipped away from her clit, but then it moved down, parting her labia and all of a sudden, it was teasing her hole. Taylor had gone from seductress to suddenly whimpering at the whim of Amy stroking with her leg. Just as Amy was about to penetrate her, Taylor pushed her foot away hard, almost incensed by lack of control and Amy knew it was her turn to submit and keep quiet now. Taylor was looking fierce and dominant, right now all she wanted to do was have her way with her pet. 'I'm in control tonight pet, don't forget that... Or do I have to hurt you?' Her voice was threatening but it was all a game, a charade of affection and love. It was what they needed. Taylor needed to lay down control, and Amy needed so badly relinquish it, to give it up to someone more worthy than her, in this case her sexy mistress... no, wife. Taylor pushed her back onto the bed and parted her legs. 'I will try and be a good girl Miss... but maybe I need to be... punished.' Taylor hunched down onto her hands and knees, lying on her stomach and looked up at her evilly as Amy crooned that. Her face was inches away from her box. She licked her lip and flashed a white-toothed smile at Amy, then bared those teeth and moved in closer. Applying the tiniest pressure possible, she took Amy's clit in between them and bit down ever so gently. Amy looked down with wide eyes, feeling a stinging sensation that was amplified massively through the thousands of nerve endings in her clit. It was Taylor's teeth who were digging into Amy's uber-sensitive clitoris, it was her who with one bite could send pain beyond belief racing through Amy but in fact it was Amy who was utterly in control. Taylor would stop as soon as she opened her mouth to say it was too much, instantly, Amy's safety was paramount to her. But Amy's lips remained firmly closed. She didn't move a muscle. She wanted this. She needed this. Taylor's teeth dug in a little further. Then her lips flew open for a second. It hurt so bad she screamed a tiny scream and Taylor jumped back instantly but Amy fixed with a determined stare. 'Please keep going... that felt so good.' Taylor nodded and sucked her clit into her mouth, soothing and sucking it then placed it between her incisors again and nibbled with faint pressure. She had never really been into pain play herself before Amy had come along and turned her world upside down. As a strict domme, it was unthinkable to have it inflicted on her, but as a weapon in her dominatrix arsenal she never really favoured it. She was a loving domme and liked to treat her subs well. At first, Amy hadn't said anything. But in the first two months or so, as their relationship grew closer and they began to share their darker fantasies, Amy had confided in her. Though she was a virgin before she met, she had dreams where she was bitten hard all over, her tits, her neck, her clit. She had dreams she was spanked, until she cried, on her ass, then her pussy lips until they were red raw. She dreamt someone bit her nipples so hard there were little drops of blood. She dreamt of someone ramming a strap on down her throat till it hurt and she nearly gagged and threw up. The thought of clamps on her nipples made them stiffen up unbelievably, and the two of them had experimented with clothes pegs since then. She confided to her how she fantasised about Taylor chaining her to the bed, and fucking her ass with no lube, no matter how much it hurt. That sounded horrible and cruel to Taylor at first, but she had explained that the pain and degradation was like heroin to a true submissive slut like her. And Taylor was slowly getting used to the idea, and had become a rougher and rougher domme with her, even though it was against her nature. She had even confessed to her about the time when she was first experimenting with pain and masturbation when she was younger and she had taken a blunt butter knife and ever so delicately slid it into her slit, and just held the cold metal there... Taylor continued to nibble on her little pain slut's nub as Amy gripped the bedsheets hard, digging her nails into them. That gave Taylor an idea and she extended her right arm and reached up for a boob, squeezing it softly, then harder and crushing it, then pinching the nipple. She twisted it, let go and slapped it hard then dragged her nails hard, raking them down her chest. Her hand rose up Amy's baby belly and down again and stopped on her thigh. Amy lay back on the pillow, holding her breath as her clit throbbed with gentle pain. She felt Taylor's hand on her thigh, moving it wider, spreading herself and gladly obeyed. Taylor's fingers stroking her flesh felt cool compared to the heat coming from her and the wetness within. One little trailing finger from her entrance up to her clit was all it took for Amy's back to involuntarily rise off the bed, pressing her crotch closer to Taylor. She had finished nibbling on her clit and was instead focusing on pressing a finger up against her hole. Amy parted her legs as wide as was possible with her bump and her pussy lips, gleaming with her arousal in Greek moonlight, gaped back at her , open and desperate to be filled. Taylor was going to fill her alright. Slowly, she pushed her index finger into Amy, whose cunt walls greedily engulfed it, sucking it in like a little phallus. That made Amy purr with her eye shut, but she didn't expect a thumb to also land on her clit, pressing down and rubbing soothingly. Every time, Taylor rubbed there, the finger in her slipped in and out easier, as her body became more and more lubricated by her own arousal. Then Taylor brought the final surprise, and in a three pronged attack, without warning she somehow managed to angle her middle finger so it thrust into Amy's unlubed ass, although her juices had dribbled down slightly to coat her beautiful rosebud. When Amy felt two fingers violate her cunt and ass, only a thin veil of tissue separating them, she began to swear under her breath. Taylor's fingers showed no gentle easing in, she began to ram and work her straight away. It was lucky the honeymoon suite was the only room on this floor, as it had gone midnight, but Amy showed no signs of being able to control her screams... Taylor's hand was almost glued to her cunt as it jammed in and out of her, filling each hole, while still gently rubbing her thumb over her clitoris. Amy found it hard to keep up with breathing, to even remember her own name as she was so swept up with the intensity until Taylor whispered it for her... 'Oh Amy, baby, you're such a fucking naughty pet.' All Amy could do was nod and try and thank her, not that she could find any breath as she was panting so much. Though her fingers were in an awkward position, somehow Tay managed to twist her digit back round so now she could just rub the rough spot in Amy's most sensitivie erogenous zone. She was working in and out fast and breathless, but for Taylor it was almost as if she was having an out of body experience, watching from the other side of the room. Amy was on her back writhing and pleasure and screaming. All she wanted to do to her was fill her and pleasure her in every single area of her body all at once at that moment. That gave her a sudden idea, and she apologised then slid her whole hand out from between her legs and danced over naked to the suitcases. Amy propped herself up, watching her ass disappear from sight. 'Oh fuck, baby where you going? I'm so close...' Her tone of voice was desperate, much to Taylor's amusement. She rummaged through her luggage and pulled out a large, purple dildo with matching harness attached. She skipped on back over to her pet who was still lying back but sitting up, and pushed her firmly back by the bed, groping her tits first though. As Amy lay back, she got back onto all fours above her and Amy spread her legs again. Her fingers slid right back to their original position, Amy was still gaping practically like the whore she was. One filled her ass, one filled her pussy and now Taylor brought the plastic cock up and shoved it hard down her throat. She gagged at first but soon got used to it and was deepthroating it in no time like an expert cocksucker. 'That's right, get it nice and wet baby. It's gonna need to be.' The thought of Taylor entering her with it made her quiver and she just sucked it in more ferociously, wrapping her lips around it and taking it as deep as she could. Taylor loved to see how deep she could get it down her throat, and a good pet didn't like to disappoint. Her hand around the cock forcing it down was pushing it hard and further, but Amy didn't complain. All three of her holes were being manipulated now and she was entering a state of bliss. That's when she felt Taylor's soft lips suck her nipple in and kiss it briefly, before moving onto the other boob. Taylor was everywhere. Amy's body was completely under her control, it was hers o do with as she pleased. The Family Pet Ch. 06 Author's Note – I strongly recommend reading the other chapters as this is turning into something of a saga. Please comment and give feedback, I love hearing it! 'It's Showtime!' Taylor wanted to giggle but didn't want a spanking from her mistress and fell to her hands and knees instantly and began to crawl after her pregnant mistress, off to the bathroom. Where had this dominant side come from? I suppose she learnt from the best, she chuckled to herself. She had offered this situation as a treat for Amy, expecting to enjoy it, but not expecting to .... Love it. Down on her hands and knees, letting someone else do the work and just purely submitting for a bit felt ... it felt amazing. Amy had disappeared into the bathroom and Taylor crawled in after her... Even the bathroom was bigger than their whole apartment. As you walked in, the whole back wall was made up of mosaics depicting the Aegean Sea outside, dazzling blue, with a bathtub jutting out the wall that was as big as their bedroom, more like a pool. Amy walked over to it and turned on the taps while Tay remained on her knees. On the left wall were towels on heated racks, another chaise longue sofa and a make up table of sorts. Every wall apart from the mosaic was mirrored glass and Taylor could see different copies of her submissive kneeling form dotted around the walls. On the right was a toilet, a bidet and the shower cubicle they had shared earlier. Steam was rising from the bath tub but Amy switched the taps off. She offered a hand and helped Taylor to her feet. The purple strap-on brushed against her as she moved past. She climbed in and lay back in the soothing water and watched as Amy tried to manoeuvre her slightly bigger body into the tub. 'Are you ok ...?' 'Yes, I'm fine pet, don't worry about me.' She held up a hand to show she needed no help and eventually settled down into the water. Taylor had been floating backwards but then swum forward to meet Amy, and they met for kiss, floating above the surface. Somehow the bath must have been dug below the foundations of the floor because the further you moved away from the side, the deeper it went as if it were a fully fledged pool. Under the water, Taylor wrapped her legs around Amy's waist and pulled her close, just the water and the baby separating them. Under the water, the strap on floated upwards to the surface, and came to rest just laying between Taylor's lips, a constant teasing presence. Amy inched her head forward and moved in for a soft, tender kiss. Then she remembered that today she was in charge. This was no time for tenderness. She pulled away from the kiss, dragging Taylor's lower lip with her teeth, drawing the tiniest drop of blood. She took Taylor by the hand and kicked backwards so they were swimming back towards the edge of the tub where it was so shallow you could sit. She had her back to the door they had come in from, pressed against the wall of the tub. She stood up, making the tiniest splashes and walked around Taylor's form. When Amy's body moved away, and that face she had been staring lovingly at, she saw her own face reflected back at her in the wall mirror. She looked simultaneously dishevelled but beautiful. Her blond hair had come loose from its elegant style in the frenzy of the bed fucking, and blond strands were hanging down in untidy wisps and clumps. Her skin was slightly sweaty as well, not helped by the fact that she had pink lipstick marks from Amy on her cheeks and neck. Bobbing up and down in the water though, she looked radiant and fulfilled. The smile on her face was one of general excitement and happiness. You should only have one honeymoon in your life if you're lucky enough to have one ... and Taylor couldn't be happier now. Here she was, now on her hands and knees in the bath about to submit to someone for the first time in her life. She should be nervous. She should be, but she wasn't. How could she be nervous with Amy? And when she looked at herself in the mirror, there she was, hugging her from behind in the bath, pulling her up so she was standing on her knees, Amy's arms joined around her waist and her head nuzzled into her shoulder, sucking in the skin softly. That made Taylor moan and she couldn't help shutting her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, she saw her wife cradling her and staring intensely back into the mirror at their dual reflection. Their eyes met in the mirror and they shared a moment which was intensified as Amy's hand deftly wandered up to take a breast firmly and squeeze it. All the while she was groping her new wife in a way she had never been allowed to before, Amy gently sucked on her neck while watching the whole scene play out. They had never watched themselves before but they had been missing out, she realised now. Her teeth just nibbling her ear lobe now as she pinched Tay's nipple softly, she whispered lovingly. 'Keep your eyes open for me, my love. I want you to watch me fucking you.' As the words were spoken, Taylor's breath rose fast and her limbs seemed to tingle uncontrollably. Such a rush of arousal, a submissive feeling that was totally foreign to her, was coursing through her veins and boy, did it feel good. Now she knew how Amy felt all those times she had got back from work and she'd found her little English girlfriend on her knees, panties in her mouth, just begging to be spanked. That had seemed alien to a domme like her. Now as she felt the strap on float up and rest between her ass cheeks, a spanking didn't seem so bad ... not bad at all ... Their eyes never left each other. Taylor couldn't move as Amy's hands held her firmly in place as she ran them all along her form, but nor did she want to. She just knelt there, the feeling of the water running up her entrance, feeling pleasant but nowhere near as pleasant as Amy's two hands, which were massaging her boobs now sensually with a new found strength that had not been her before. Just as Taylor found herself slipping into sweet submission, Amy the lifetime submissive was stumbling upon a dominant streak she never knew was deep within her. Whether it was the pregnancy hormones or just the sight of Taylor on her knees, offering herself to her like she had to no one else before, all she wanted to do was bend her over, grab a fistful of her hair and stick her plastic cock in her as far as possible. She had thought it just a plastic nuisance and didn't see how Taylor got any pleasure out of using it. But now with it on, it felt like a part of herself. When she stood, it flopped down like a powerful tool just waiting to be switched on. She imagined the potency that men felt and felt an overwhelming desire to join her new cock with Taylor. But she had to wait, she had to discipline herself. She knew that when Taylor dominated her she liked to be teased and denied, brought right to the edge until she begged for more. She was going to make Taylor beg today as she had begged herself so many times before. She moved one hand away from her chest and trickled it down moving along her navel, sweetly whispering. 'I'm going to make you beg, Tay. I'm going to make you scream my name. I'm in charge tonight ... I hope you'll like it when... .' Her seduction was meant to be slow and her hand was only just teasing past her navel when Taylor's own snapped out and grabbed her wrist with a jolt, making her jump. Amy's words stopped dead and Taylor muttered as she caught her breath. 'I don't like this Amy....', she breathed and Amy tightened until, 'I absolutely love it!' Gripping her wrist so tightly, she shoved Amy's hand between her legs and pressed her down firmly onto the warm heat coming from inside her, forcing her there and not letting her escape. She didn't target her clit or her hole, she just wanted Amy's hand there, around there, enveloping all of there. Her vagina was the most precious part of her body right then and she needed Amy just to touch it, even though she had touched it millions of times before. As Taylor squeezed her wrist hard, so too did Amy fondle Taylor's boob, so hard that Taylor gave a little shudder. Her other hand now firmly glued to her cunt, started unwinding itself and came apart for just a second before two fingers began to stroke there lightly. 'Shh ... let go...' The hand that had been gripping Amy so tightly fell away, and Taylor did just that. She let go and let all the energy in her body just seep out. She fell back into Amy' arms, feeling the baby bump nudge into her back just slightly but not caring. She shut her eyes as she fell back into bliss when SLAP! Her cunt was stinging and those two caressing fingers delivered a sharp blow. Her eyes darted open and she met Amy's again, instantly realising her mistake as she did. 'I told them to keep them open. I want you to watch as I toy with you. Or do you need to be punished?' The words felt weird to Amy, to hear them from her own mouth, but she had read enough Literotica stories so that she knew what to say. Taylor had fucked enough subs to know how she should reply. 'I'm sorry, Amy. I can be a good girl.' 'That's Miss Amy, tonight ...' Oh, just hearing her say that was giving Taylor goosebumps. Oh, she was so wet and it was nothing to do with the bath. She leant forward again, getting back into a doggy position and just gave her ass a little wave. She may be the sub tonight, but she could still hypnotise Amy. She wiggled it back and forth, left to right slowly and teasingly before two strong hands darted out lightning fast and held that firm ass in place, gripping Tay's hips tightly. 'You want this cock in you, now?' The voice sounded like a stranger and her Amy all at the same time. This forceful domme was a foreign presence but with little touches that could only be Amy. After she gave her demands in a slightly lower voice, Amy's own more high pitched giggle always followed. Taylor found her lover's eyes in the mirror again and nodded. 'I want you to say it, my love...' 'Please, take your beautiful cock and ram it in me, Amy, so hard ... OW!' A stinging blow had been delivered to her asscheek this time. Taylor quickly realised her mistake and went on, one red handprint on her butt to show for it and a delicious sense of losing control. 'Please, Miss Amy, give me the fucking I deserve.' Amy pulled away, not touching Taylor at all now, to tighten her harness and make sure it was secure. When she was satisfied, she looked down at her wife, on all fours like a dirty dog and got on her knees behind her, positioning her cock just by her anus. She took it in her left hand and slowly traced it down from her asshole to her cunt and then up her labia to her clit, pausing in certain spots to apply the most fleeting pressure, then running it up and down again, slow, teasing, repeating, slow, teasing, repeating ... 'Mmm, baby, please just fuck me already ... I need it. I'm your sub slut tonight and all I need is you inside me. Open me up, my love, split me down the middle, just anything is better than this teasing right now. I'm on fire here ...' Amy couldn't deny such a desperate plea and put an end to the games. With her left hand, she stilled Taylor's body by the hips and grabbed the cock with her right, sliding it smoothly into Taylor's gaping slit. The blonde let out a sigh of relief as she finally got the penetration she had been dying for all night. The cock felt so good inside her and her lips clamped round it tight, never wanting it, or Amy, to leave her cunt alone again ... Amy's right hand joined the other holding her waist and just gripped tight there for a moment. Taylor was totally under her control, her slim waist between her hands, power radiating from them and from her phallus deep inside her wife. For a moment, she just left the cock in there, letting Taylor adjust. Then the fucking began ... Amy was unsure about the strap on at first, she was worried about the tightness and whether it would stay hard and firm in place for Taylor but she had seemed to stop caring or noticing anything else. Her wife was backing her cute little ass up onto the big toy and back again, easing herself onto it then beginning to fuck herself before Amy could even spring into action. That would not do and so she had to be spanked again. SMACK! 'I'll set the pace tonight, you eager little whore.' All this name calling was turning Taylor on incredibly and she put on her most simpering schoolgirl voice. 'Yes, Miss Amy. I'll be a good girl. Although ... I like it when you call me a dirty little whore... Can you do it again?' Amy knew that feeling and was all too happy to oblige. She gripped Tay's hips even harder and began to work up a slow rhythm, moving in and out of her, while obscene names rose to her lips. Each one Taylor had threw at her in the past and each one was based on love, as humiliating or demeaning as they sounded. 'You're my fucktoy, Taylor. My good for nothing fuck pet.' Amy moaned, already out of her breath as she began to fuck her faster and faster, stretching Taylor who could do nothing but moan and occasionally agree. 'You're my fuck piggy, my pathetic fuck piggy ... ' 'Yes, I'm a pathetic dyke slut.' Taylor spat out the words between desperate breaths, her body rocking backwards and forwards in the water, her breasts swinging out underneath her. If she wasn't propping her body up, she would have loved to have been playing with her nipples. They'd never been harder .., 'Say oink, fuck piggy!' There was no hesitation from Taylor as Amy angled herself backwards ever so slightly so the cock pointed upwards more and just began to brush her G-spot. She just lost it. 'OINK! OINK! I'm your fuck piggy, Miss Amy, OINK OINK! Oh god, yes, right there!' She was still watching herself in the mirror, as much as she could focus with the way her body was rocking back and forth. The expression on her face was one she had never seen in any mirror before. This was the expression of pure orgasmic delight. Amy was staring at her face too, but turned to gaze down at the perfect ass she was cupping, the sight of those lips stretched by a big thick dildo turning her on even more. She had been wet for hours, and now there was positively a trail of her cum running from her legs down past her knees. There was too much energy flowing through Taylor, streaming out from her pussy and electrifying her whole body. She was gripping onto the edge of the tub tight, her fingers clenched round the edge but it wouldn't be long before she was screaming so loud she'd wake the whole Greek island up but Amy didn't stop, she never let up, she just kept pounding her wife and talking dirty to her. 'Tell me how much you love me, my slutty new wife.' Amy barked the words in a mock-harsh tone but there was no disguising the pride and joy she felt using that marital word. All it did though was make her want to fuck her harder. Taylor was hers to have and to hold and right now all she wanted to do was to hold her down and have her, have her wicked way with her. 'I love you so much, Miss Amy ... all I want to do is show you how much. I'm going to make you cum every day until we're old and grey and ... AHHH FUCK YES .... I will never stop loving YOUUUUUUUUUU.' The screams were coming because Amy had moved a hand off her hips and gone down to start rubbing her clit. Taylor couldn't take it anymore, she had to touch herself and awkwardly, in the middle of a brutal pounding, engineered her body so that her right elbow was propping herself up now. Free at last, her left snaked down and met Amy's. She pressed it down tight on her clit and began moving Amy's hand, rubbing it back and forth and loving their shared touch. With her right hand, still propping her up, she just about managed to grab her right swinging boob and take it in all of her hand, squeezing tight and moaning loudly. Those moans, oh those moans, they nearly sent Amy over the edge herself and her cunt wasn't even being stimulated apart from the brief sensations where the harness moved up firm against her mound. Amy's own little boobs were jiggling each time she slammed into them. Her nipples were hard like pebbles and little beads of sweat were running down the crests of her bosom. Taylor knew she couldn't last much longer now her G-spot and clit were both being worked intensely. Amy, for her first time ever fucking a woman like this, was some kind of fucking expert. Maybe it was the love they shared, their hot bodies or the hormones numbing her mind at that moment but as Taylor looked in the mirror and watched herself be rammed endlessly, she couldn't help but think how all the porn in the world paled in comparison to seeing her Amy treat her like this. Amy moaned as well now. She was getting consumed in the act, and the cock tied to her waist felt like a part of her and every raw thrust into Taylor's gaping hole made her want to pull out and slam in again, harder and faster. She just watched the small of Taylor's back as it rocked back and forth, her perfect skin. Her eyes travelled up her body and saw Taylor's face, eyes clenched shut now with the weight of the orgasm that was about to crash over her. But the new domme in her couldn't stand for that. ... Taylor felt the cock hit as far as it would go with the deepest thrust yet, then she felt it slide back, back through her until to her utter dismay it popped all the way out. Her eyes opened wide and she turned and looked back at Amy pleadingly, who stood up, unbuckling the harness and letting the cock fall down into the water. What had she done wrong? 'I said I wanted you watching at all times. Bad pet ...' Taylor couldn't believe this was happening. She was so close, she needed that cock, or anything for that matter, in her, jammed up her cunt and ripping it open right now, she was on the verge of the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She spun round, sitting down facing Amy in the tub now. Gathering her breath and trying to make sense of some words, she began to beg. 'Please, I can ...' But Amy wasn't hearing any of it. With a strength she had never known, she walked calmly through the water and bent down, cupping Taylor's ass with both hands then lifting her up. Whether it was the adrenalin from dominating, her superhuman pregnancy strength or just the sheer power of love flowing through her, she managed to lift Taylor's whole body so that she wrapped her legs around her hips, carrying her under ass while Taylor clung onto her. She stepped out the tub, carrying the two of them ... make that the three of them. The bump made things slightly more difficult but they managed. Not caring about the water splashing off the two of them over the floor, they left a trail from the bathroom to the balcony. There was a sunlounger which looked out over the cliff and Amy deposited her there, not wanting to wait any longer. When her lover was laid out with spread legs, she did what came naturally ... and fell on her knees to pleasure her Mistress. Taylor opened wide for her before she even had to say anything, although her slender fingers reached out to tangle themselves in Amy's brown locks, pulling her incoming head closer to her wet pussy. Taylor pushed her head down and clamped her thighs round her ears, but Amy didn't care. All she cared about was the taste of that pussy. She knew it wouldn't be long before Taylor squirted all over her face and her tongue darted out to bring her to that place, licking her clit in little circles that just made Taylor scream and buck. Her ass was lifting off the lounger and into the air as her back arched involuntarily. Amy had to rise higher on her knees to keep her tongue in contact as Taylor wriggled around. The orgasm came, she knew, when her thighs seemed to strangle her, her hair was being pulled on with all Taylor's might and the whole of Lesbos heard Taylor's guttural cry. The Family Pet Ch. 06 'Oohhhhhhhhhhh AMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!' Amy felt her face sprayed as Taylor came and came hard. She might have imagined it, but birds seemed to flapping out of the trees in protest at Taylor's screams of orgasm. Which only made her smile. Taylor's ass finally hit the deck again and her back straightened. She didn't say anything, absolutely spent, and Amy could only hear her panting, trying to catch her breath. Mind you, she couldn't hear much, Taylor's legs still blocking out all sound nearly. The fingers unravelled from her hair and let go, slumping by Taylor's side. Amy got to her feet and looked down at her love. Her chest was heaving slowly, lungs sucking air, with eyes closed. It was as if she had just run a marathon and collapsed on the ground at the finish line – exhausted, spent but full of joy. Those eyes opened and Amy gazed into them. Taylor's lips parted, the corners of her mouth widening into the smile she knew so well. Amy offered out her hand and Taylor took it, allowing herself to be heaved up so they were both standing naked on the balcony, gazing at each other. The moonlight washed over them, as their silhouettes became one at the lips. Eventually, Taylor broke the kiss but kept onto Amy's hand leading her back into the bedroom. 'I've got a surprise for you ... for us ... and I wanted to say something while we use it ... it probably sounds corny ... but oh, you'll see. I feel like I need to do this.' Amy was confused but nodded carefully, watching Taylor as she went on over to their luggage. After the beautiful night they had shared, never feeling as comfortable with one another as they did now, why did Taylor look so nervous? She came back over, though this time she clutched a huge blue double dildo in her hand. Nearly two foot long, it had the appearance of a rubber snake. Amy gazed at with lust when she saw it and giggled but Taylor's face remained an impasse. 'What's up?' Taylor walked on over to the bed, and sat down on it, looking at her wife, who was perched leaning against the headboard waiting for her to speak. She swung her legs on and sat opposite Amy crosslegged. There was a lump in her throat but she wanted to get this off her chest. 'I've never seen a double-dildo make anyone look so unhappy.' Amy quipped, bringing a laugh from Taylor despite herself. 'Amy. I love you so much. And I know you love me. And don't hate me, cos I know you reassure me every day. But this ...', she said, reaching out to her wife and gently stroking her baby belly. 'I'm so worried .. please don't hate me ... I'm worried that she's going to come between us. Because she'll always feel like hers and not yours...' But Amy cut in before she could finish, gripping the hand on her belly tight and forcing her attention. 'Taylor. Don't you ever say stupid shit like that. She has a name. Say it ...' 'Karen ...' 'Karen is as much yours as she is mine. You didn't get me pregnant but you're the one who gave me a foundation, a home, a family that I would want to raise a baby in. I know with all my heart that you're gonna be the one there for me, for us, when we need you because you're her mother too. I don't ever EVER want you to think that you're not. You got that?' There were tears in Tay's eyes now and Amy wasn't sure if she was going to be able to hold them back. Changing the subject briefly before she really did cry, she looked at the huge blue toy. 'So what's all this got to do with that monstrosity?' Taylor giggled through her sniffles and looked down at it. 'You're gonna think I'm silly, it sounds stupid ... I just get paranoid that all the times I fucked you, I didn't get you pregnant. It's probably my lesbian phallic jealousy or some other Freudian bullshit. And as horrible as I know it can be for you, I don't get to carry her. I want to help, I want to feel like we made her together. I know that's selfish of ...' 'Of course, it's not...', Amy interjected again, squeezing her hand comfortingly. 'I've told you once tonight and I won't tell you again, stop saying stupid shit!' Every time Amy made her laugh, Taylor felt her tears subside more. 'Well, I got it in my head that, I dunno, if we used this thing, it would be like me fucking you and you fucking me ... together. I thought it might just feel like ... we were making a baby.' Amy sat up from the bed, eye to eye with her love. 'Taylor, my darling. That is the cutest thing, I have ever heard.' Taylor gave a nervous but relieved snort of laughter mixed with tears, but just as she was about to say something, Amy placed both hands on her temple and pulled her in for the softest kiss, lingering and full of feeling without being sexual, just pure love for a second. The sex was coming but for now she just held Taylor's head in her hands, sharing a beautiful connection. When they broke away, Amy's eyes travelled down to the dildo. 'Let's do it!' Taylor, cheerier now but still with a huge question to ask, picked up the toy and ran one end of it up Amy's box, pausing at the clit and tickling it. Amy sighed, letting all the pent up sexual tension out her body. 'Amy?' 'No more talking, baby, just put that thing in me. Let's make a baby!' 'Amy, there's something else I think we both know we need to talk about. That we both want to.' She continued to stroke Amy's clit while she bent the dildo in on itself, stopping at her entrance then slowly sliding some good few inches into her love. When it was in as much as Amy wanted, legs spread, Taylor lay back and began to work the toy into herself. Amy's hand reached across her body and found Taylor's, and they held on tight. 'Come on, fuck me Mommy...' 'That's just it, Amy ...', said Taylor, their crotches meeting in a classic scissor position only with a huge dildo sandwiched between them, filling both their pussies. Jesus, it was hard to concentrate on such huge propositions when her walls were being stretched this much. '... cos when you call me Mommy, I know what you want. You want your Mommy to fuck you, you want to be a naughty daughter and I love that. I don't think I admitted it to myself truly before I met you but now I think that's OK. Amy ...', and now Taylor began to start rocking both their hips, getting their juices flowing and their bodies pumping as she dropped the bombshell, '... is Karen going to be our naughty daughter? When she's old enough, will she be calling us Mom ... or will we be her special Mommies?' Her wicked taboo question out there, Taylor felt scared but did what she knew best and gripped Amy's hand and tried to help her experience sexual bliss by fucking her with her own hips, all the time while she was fucking herself. If it wasn't for the massive tension in the air, this would have been perfect. They must use this toy again, she thought, distracting herself from the fact that Amy hadn't spoke for, what, like ten seconds now. 'Tay...I'd thought you'd never ask.' Now Amy's voice sounded teary, occasionally rising in pitch though when the toy hit the sweet spot good. 'I want to ... I really want to ... but it's wrong.' 'She's our Karen, Amy. She's gonna be our girl. If she doesn't want to, we can never pressure her. But if she's anything like you baby, anything like me, we both know she's going to be a little incest slut.' The words were meant as a joke but they both knew it was true. Amazingly, among this serious chat, they had taken each other in both hands now and were rocking back and forth on the bed. They were humping so fast, boxes glued together by the toy, their wet juices mixing in together, it was a wonder they couldn't even concentrate. 'Oh Tay, I want to so much! Our girl ....' 'Our girl, baby ...' Amy knew this was a turning point in her life, in her daughter's life, a decision that would echo throughout her years but right now she had never reached a point of sexual ecstasy like this. The thought of growing old with Tay and their daughter, their lover to join them ... how could she ever turn away that hot thought, no matter how taboo it was. In the end, she just let go and yelled... ''I'm gonna fuck my daughter!' 'We're going to fuck our daughter ... together ... we're gonna be one big happy dyke family!' Their asses slid back and forward on the bed as they cried out the words in sheer relief and happiness now. Amy's fingers clamped round her wife's hard as she knew the orgasm was coming. 'I love you so much Taylor ... everything I do, it's all for ... for you, Taylor!' 'Amy ... it's all for you. It has been since the DAAAAAAAAAY that I met you. And it's gonna be for Karen now ... 'Yes! YES!' Amy screamed as she came, what would be one of infinite orgasms on that beautiful honeymoon in Greece. 'FOR KAREN! FOR KAREN!' *** December, 2, 2015 'For Karen', said Taylor, depositing one cup of coffee before her daughter. 'And for Amy.' Amy thanked her wife with a kiss on the cheek and watched her as she sat down next to her. Under the table, she teasingly rubbed Taylor's outside thigh. When Karen looked up from her paper, she stopped much to Taylor's disapproval. 'So you guys doing anything today?' 'Well, your mother has the day off work.' Taylor started. 'And I need to set up the place for tonight so she's gonna come give me a hand. You gonna text Sarah and ask her if you want to meet up before you head on over tonight?' 'Yeah sure, I'll do that now.' She whipped out her phone and sent the following text. > Both her moms were engrossed in conversation now so she excused herself and took herself up to her room, opening her laptop and watching some Youtube videos. Not twenty minutes after she had texted Sarah, a reply winged its way back to her. > Her aunt Sarah always brought a smile to her face and she curled up foetally in the bed, cradling her phone, looking forward to her day now. > Satisfied with her plans for the day and feeling significantly less hungover now, Karen was in a much better mood. She pulled her laptop up to her boobs, laying flat that is, and decided to put on an episode of her favourite show, Community. It had never really occurred to her before but now it seemed strikingly obvious ... but the actress who played Annie? Well, she was hot. Like, smoking hot. It had never even been part of her mental make up to check her out before but now she couldn't help but notice what nice, full, daresay sexy lips she had. And the way that no matter what boring clothes she was wearing, those breasts just seemed to thrust out like they needed to be seen. Seen by her .... 'KAREN! WE'RE OFF OUT. MAYBE, SEE YOU LATER!' 'BYE!' Karen shouted down the stairs to her parents. She had the house to herself and a naughty idea crept up on her. Staring at the screen, she opened a new tab and Googled the words, "Community" and "Annie". The name Alison Brie popped up and she clicked on the Images section. Karen couldn't deny it, she really was beautiful and she found herself agreeing whole heartedly. She stared at those pictures for some time before typing in the next part. "Alison Brie Sex Tape". Every celeb had one of those tapes on the internet... did she, Miss Brie? No sex tape but there was a link in one porn website to a sex scene from a movie. Her mouse hovered over it. Was she really doing this? Her parents had gone out so she wouldn't be disturbed. And she really wanted to. If she wasn't much mistaken, her knickers were starting to show with a little damp patch. If she clicked on it though, what would that say about her. As soon as she had set her mind on going to a gay bar tonight, a whole new set of feelings had come rushing to her. If she clicked on it, she already knew she would like what she saw but could she control what happened next? Click. She couldn't resist. Now the browser had switched to the porn site but the video was still loading. She had been on porn sites before, boy had she watched a lot of porn at the tender age of eighteen, but never to view a woman before. And while it was loading she couldn't help the age old ritual of snaking her hand down her waistband and finding her clit. Finally the video appeared and she was ready to play it, ready to masturbate over a woman when ... 'HEY NOW, CALL IT A SPLIT BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT YOU WILL/ OH YOU BITE FRIENDS LIKE CHOCOLATE!' Her ringtone was blaring out, 'Chocolate' by 'The 1975', and irritatedly she hit the green button, annoyed at this interruption, dreading it would be Ryan. 'Yes, what do you want?!' 'Get in loser, we're going shopping!' She thanked her lucky stars, it was only Sarah. Grinning at the Mean Girls reference and hoping superstitiously that she couldn't detect through her voice what she had been about to do, she replied giddily. 'I thought we weren't meeting for ages!' 'Well, I just had to run an errand by your house and it seemed stupid making you walk into town. I'm outside come on down and I'll give you a ride.' Sighing, knowing she wouldn't get that little playtime into her hectic schedule now, she quickly untucked her hand from her underwear, noting the tip of her middle finger was wet. 'OK, I'll be down in five, let me throw a bit of make-up on and do my hair.' 'You don't need it, hurry up bitch!' 'Five minutes is all I ask, don't make me go to ten.' 'Alright, hurry up!' Karen smiled as she put the phone down. Although Sarah was older than her moms, she felt like a teenage girl to her. She was vivacious and all about the fun, hopefully today would be the same. When she was satisfied with her appearance, satisfied she'd been knocking the boys dead ... and hey, today maybe the girls... she waltzed out the door, slamming it shut behind her and jumped into Sarah's coupe. They embraced and kissed cheeks, then Sarah slammed her foot down and they roared off towards the mall. 'How ya doing?' Sarah asked as they sped along the highway. 'I'm okay.' 'How ya feeling about tonight, I mean? You said you had questions on the phone?' 'Erm, I don't know, good I guess.' 'Tell you what, I'll take you out for a meal after we're done shopping and we can talk all about it.' The rest of the drive was pretty innocuous, the two women catching up after a lengthy absence. Karen learned that Sarah had been seeing a girl called Alice only a few years older than herself and barely out of college, which was casual at first but was becoming more serious. Karen confided to Sarah about her break up with Ryan and the fact that he had been cheating on her with some other girl. Sarah did the usual lesbian routine of cursing all men and swearing her off them, and even though it was just an act, it made Karen chuckle, pushing Ryan further from her mind. They parked on the roof of the mall in the car park and made their way down to the fashion section. Sarah offered a hand and they strolled round the shops together. 'The big question is, do you want to get laid tonight?!' 'Sarah!' 'Come on. We both know what kind of estabilishment it is. And like it or not, Karen, you're hot. You are your mother's daughter, both of them! And there are going to be plenty of single women looking to get with you. The question is, do you want to get with them?' When Karen paused for a while, she added. 'For god's sake Karen, I of all people aren't going to judge you.' 'No, I know. I think ... I do. Or at least, I want to try it.' Sarah's face transformed into a wide grin. 'Don't you be getting any ideas! You're like family to me!' 'You think that would stop me even if we were...' Karen tensed up at that so she continued. 'Don't worry honey, I'm only joking. You are smoking hot I have to admit, but things are getting serious with Alice now maybe and I don't want to ruin that. But I think me and your moms have always hoped you'd become a little dyke.' 'I'm not a dyke yet ... I'm just intrigued.' 'That's what all the once-upon-a-time straight girls say before the inevitable.' Karen teased. They paused outside two clothing stores, a Francesca's Collection and a Hollister's. 'What say I treat you to a new dress then honey, if you're going to be looking absolutely fabulous tonight.' Karen beamed and pulled her Aunt Sarah into a tight hug, so tight that Sarah almost felt the life squeeze out of her. She rubbed Karen's back soothingly, although making sure she didn't enjoy the smooth feel of it too much and waved away any of Karen's thanks. When Karen pulled away and headed off in the direction of Hollister however, Sarah stayed where she was and pointed to the other store on the left. 'I want to try in here first.' Karen noted an oddly insistent tone in Sarah's voice for no apparent reason, but knew better than to argue with someone who had agreed to buy her a dazzling dress for free and followed her in to the slightly more conservative store. The shop was fairly empty apart from one girl who was browsing the tops section, and the shop assistant, a petite black lady around Karen's age with black frizzy hair and a cute smile. She didn't think she had ever seen her before but when she looked up towards her new customers, this woman seemed to recognise them. Maybe she was in her grade after all? Sarah took her gently by the arm and led her over to the dresses section, picking a few hangers off racks and bundling them into Karen's waiting arms. 'Come on, let's go see these on you. OK IF WE USE THE FITTING ROOM?' The older woman called out to the shop assistant, with a name badge just visible pinned to her breast, reading, 'Jaz'. 'No problem.' They selected a stall and crammed themselves in, hanging the dresses up on the side. Sarah took a seat and took out her phone. It was time for Karen to strip. She had done this kind of thing with Sarah before, whenever she was in town she was always up for the odd girly shopping trip. But her comments from earlier were still racing through her head. For how many years had her Aunt Sarah thought she was "smoking hot"? Part of her felt uncomfortable stripping. But then again, there was a part of that wanted to show off her body to hungry, devouring eyes... She took the straps on her navy blue dress and just inched them off her shoulders, letting the material glide down her body and the dress fall to the floor. She could almost feel Sarah's eyes pinning into her bra strip, mentally undoing it. She would have to keep it on for now but again, some dark side of her wanted Sarah to stand up and wrap her arms around her bare waist now and squeeze her boobs. Just in the fitting room in her bra and panties, Karen felt like she was being ogled but she didn't mind. As she moved over to pick up one dress, she shimmied her ass seductively. Sarah was looking down supposedly, but in the room's mirror she could see shifty glances being stolen. Karen reached first for a red maxi dress with a floral print, holding it up to her semi naked form and asking what Sarah thought. The Family Pet Ch. 06 'It's nice but it's a bit ... I don't know, long and formal for a club. We're not going to a wedding honey, we're going to a gay bar!' 'Like I'd forgotten. Well you chose it!' 'I just grabbed anything off the shelf like a madwoman. How about this one?' She said as she stood up and reached around Karen's body for one off the rack, hemming their two bodies closer together, Sarah's arm just brushing past Karen's side boob, sending jolts of nervous excitement through the younger girl. In an instance, the contact was over but the chills were still racing through Karen. This was a woman she had known her whole life, was practically family to her. Yet that did nothing to dampen her arousal ... Sarah held up the next number, a white plain but elegant thing that would fall down just past her knees. She considered trying it on but wasn't sure if the colour would match her fairly pale skin. She waved it away and Sarah grinned. 'Sure. Would have been a bit ironic anyway?' 'Why, cos I'm not a virgin?' Karen teased back. 'Oh honey, you are a virgin. In my eyes, anyway... cocks don't count to girls like me.' When Karen looked slightly deflated, suddenly looking like a fallen child who needed to impress, she added. 'Doesn't mean I don't think you would be filthy. You're certainly not pure enough to wear white. How about this one?' She held up the third dress and Karen knew that this one was the one, the one she would use to turn all the ladies' heads tonight. Skimpy and black with a glittery apparel, it twinkled as Sarah twirled it round. There was no back on it, designed to show off smooth skin. The fabric felt flowy and soft as Karen felt it and she immediately wanted to try it on. 'Well, what are you waiting for honey?' Karen nodded eagerly and took it off Sarah, slipping it off its hanger and slowly stepping into it. As the material climbed her body, static charges bounced off her skin. She didn't know what this dress was made of but it felt alive, perfect for her. She turned to look in the mirror, conscious that Sarah was fully admiring her now, but who could blame her? Karen settled it in and patted it down in all the right places, smoothing it out and judging herself. It fit like a glove. The neckline was low, not plunging but enough to give a subtle and elegant preview of her smallish boobs. Again, the hemline was low but not low enough to be slutty, just so low that it wouldn't take much hitching up for some guy to be able to access her, spread her and fuck her. Well no, not guy tonight. For one night only, she was going gay. But the feature, she most loved was the backless rear, which she became fully aware of as Sarah slowly trailed a hand down her back, making her shiver. Sarah's palm was cold yet her touch sent heat through her. 'I think we should get you this, honey. The girls in 'Taylor's' tonight ... well they won't be able to resist.' Karen acknowledged the words and nodded but her attention was focused on her own reflection in the mirror, still getting over how great she looked in what was essentially just an arrangement of fabric and stitches. She turned to Sarah. 'Are you sure you can afford it?' She knew Sarah was rich as fuck, but it was always polite to ask. 'Honey, with you looking as hot as that, the question is can my fellow lesbians afford for me NOT to buy it?' Karen blushed like hell. Sarah offered to wait outside the changing room so she could get changed in privacy. She felt a little pang of sadness slipping the dress off and pulling on the boring one she came in, and to some surprise also missed Sarah in there watching her. No matter who it was, it was always nice to know someone was appreciating your body. God she was such a tease! When she was all dressed and had the dress she wanted under her arm, she parted the curtain and walked over to her aunt. Sarah and the black girl Jaz seemed to be talking, or had she imagined it, for when Karen appeared the conversation stopped dead and they shuffled apart. Sarah went back to looking at her phone, and Jaz to organising some of the skirts but there had been unmistakeable conversation a minute ago. Maybe some customer had just come in and left. 'Ready!' Sarah smiled and took the dress, handing it over to Jaz who had now come and walked round to behind the cashier, scanning the price tag on the register. Karen took in this girl's appearance. She was certainly very beautiful but then again, that was a prerequisite of all these fancy shops. Her skin was a light dark, with brown eyes to match and black hair. She had small but pronounced lips, delicately covered in a pink lipstick which contrasted beautifull with her skin. She was probably modelling something from the store, but even so Karen loved her fashion sense, a white blouse with a long red skirt flowing behind her down to her ankles. She had a sort of knowing smile, like she knew a secret Karen didn't... intriguing. As she processed the item, she made some small talk. 'This for you? I have to say I think it'll look great on you.' Karen blushed and thanked her. The attractive girl continued, her questions pointed, as if they had purpose and were more than mere small talk. 'Where you out tonight then? Maybe I'll see you there.' Karen was unsure whether or not to answer at first. She was going to a bar for gay girls and a selfish part of her wasn't too keen to broadcast that right now, not that she would be ashamed of being gay or anything, it just wasn't the sort of things you shared with strangers. But Sarah beat her to it. 'We're going to a bar on the other side of town. 'Taylor's', if you know it.' 'Sure, I know it! I work there! Actually I think I've seen you there a few times.' 'Oh ... oh yeah, maybe.' Sarah replied. Karen didn't know what it was but her voice sounded odd, hammy and put on like she was play acting. 'I thought you looked familiar. Well, maybe we'll see you there tonight.' 'I hope so.' Spoke Jaz, her eyes lingering rather too long on Karen who blushed again. 'Will I see you two in the Basement?' 'Basement?' Karen asked, questioning Sarah. 'I don't think that's quite for you, Karen.' Sarah said, tensing up a little and handing over her credit card. Jaz took the hint and didn't press it any further. 'That'll be $50 please.' Jaz spoke no more but as Sarah looked down to the pin pad to key her code in, Karen saw her looking at her, smiling at her and smiled back, their eyes twinkling together. When they were all done, she handed over the dress in a fine bag. 'Have a nice day! And maybe I'll see you both there!' 'Come on then, Karen, let's go get some lunch!' She gently placed a hand on her back, covered by the blue dress this time but her touch had a similar effect. Unknown to Karen, she tilted her head backwards to glimpse Jaz one last time before later that night and mouthed 'thank you' and Jaz nodded. The two ladies had just departed her store when Jaz felt her cellphone go off in her pocket. She really shouldn't be taking personal calls in the shop, but it was empty and her boss wasn't around. Besides her other boss, the older sexy blonde lady she was so enamoured with, was phoning her and how could she resist? She slid the green button along to 'Boss Taylor' and answered. 'Hello?' 'Hey there Jasmine... so did they come in?' 'Yes ma'am, it was just like you said.' Jaz thought she could hear a small laugh down the other end of the phone. 'And what did they buy?' 'Just a little black dress, ma'am, but it looked amazing on the girl. What's her name, ma'am?' 'Karen. I'm sure you'll get to know her a lot better tonight. Did you mention the Basement like I instructed?' 'Yes ma'am, I hinted at it and she definitely seemed interested in it.' 'Did Sarah try and play it down like I asked her to?' 'She's the older one right. Yeah, she did, seemed to get all frosty about it.' 'Excellent. Tell my d... Karen, not to do something and she will do it nine times out of ten.' 'I still don't understand why you can't invite her down there ma'am?' 'Jasmine, you're a cute little thing but I don't pay you to question my plans. Look, its just crucial she be down there when the show kicks off at nine but she must now know I instrumented her being there. Understood?' 'Yes ma'am.' Ever since she had started working at the bar, Jaz had been ever so slightly in love with Taylor and was desperate to please. 'I'll get her down there no questions ma'am. Can I be ... affectionate with her?' 'Please! That would be great. She's never been with another woman before and I'd like you to get her as warmed up as you want. As soon as she walks in, I'll get the bouncer to let you know. You have my permission to leave the bar then, find her, flirt and dance a bit but make sure she's there for the show!' 'Understood ma'am. I can definitely do that for you. Sorry for answering back.' 'That's OK, sweetness. See you later!' And with a click she had hung up. Jaz felt a pang of sadness then quickly put the phone away when a customer walked in. She didn't know who this Karen was to her boss but she knew she would have a lot of fun tonight. Karen and Sarah went for a meal in a fancy Italian restaurant that was adjacent to the mall. Karen had a boring carbonara, not wanting to fill her stomach in preparation for night she had coming and Sarah just got a vegetable lasagne. The older lady generously ordered them both a bottle of the house white for them to share. The wine was going to Karen's head after a few sips already and the lunch conversation began to get rather candid. 'You said I was a virgin in your eyes? But, don't take this the wrong way Sarah, but lesbians don't have like ... "sex-sex", so what makes you not a virgin?' Sarah smiled, swilling the wine around in her mouth and swallowing slowly. Karen could see her neck jolt as she gulped, could almost see the liquid moving down her throat, filling her. She leaned into Karen, whispering seeing as Sapphic sex was not really what the rest of the lunchtime diners needed to hear. 'If you think lesbians don't have sex, honey, you could not be more wrong. You're a virgin to me now because letting some man fuck you ... that's not the real thing.' Karen's heart fluttered, this talk was exciting her beyond belief. She leant in closer, keeping her voice too to a whisper. 'So tell me ... what's the real thing ... please?' Sarah didn't say anything for a moment, only biting her lip. Seeing that made it very hard for Karen not to bite her own. The tension in the air was manifesting itself in the wetness that was building inside her pussy now. Sarah was really drawing this out... 'OK. I'll tell you what it's like being with a woman. I'll tell you what I would do to you if you were just some stranger in the bar tonight and not the little Karen I've always known...' Sarah could hear every time Karen took a deep breath. It was like she was shuddering. Those young eyes were bearing into her with such curious intensity, she hated to tease but she knew this was what Taylor and Amy wanted. Stoke her up then send her down to the bar, was what Taylor had asked for. 'I would take your hand in mine, our soft feminine flesh combining. I wouldn't grab you or take you like a man, I'd bring you to heaven gently. Men are all take take take. I would give you pleasure you can't imagine and love every second of it. You can't imagine what another woman's pussy tastes like on your tongue, Karen ...' 'I think I can!' Karen said unexpectedly and involuntarily, surprising herself. Embarrassed, she pulled herself back together and leant in even closer. 'Go on ... please.' 'When you're with a woman Karen, the sweetness, the feel, the delicacy of God's perfect creation at your fingertips, moulding her sensitive zones and tweaking them for her pleasure, the moans she's making adding to your pleasure in a beautiful cycle. Every part of her body comes alive .... If you've ever masturbated, imagine the way your touch is always much better than any boyfriend. Now imagine a woman who knows exactly how it feels, exactly what you need is touching you and not some man, but she has two hands and can reach places you've only dreamed of ...' Sarah was stressing each syllable seductively, her words dripping with sex, teasing the young lesbian virgin to unbearable levels. She was making herself wet with all this talk, and it was hard to think of Alice who was waiting for her back in California, or remember that Karen was off bounds when she saw that hungry look on her face, the look of an unmistakeable future dyke. She heard Karen sigh, letting the tension flood out of her just to build up again seconds later. 'Wow ...' 'Wow, indeed.' Their waitress brought the bill over soon after that and they quickly snapped back into normal conversation but neither could ignore the electric moment they had just shared. They did a tad more shopping, returning to lighter topics, before Sarah dropped her back off outside her house an hour later. Satisfied she had "stoked her up" as required, she walked her to the door and embraced her. 'OK honey, what's the time?' Standing on the doorstep, Karen pulled her phone out and showed her it was near enough seven. 'OK, we should probably get there for about half eight or a bit before. Takes half an hour in a cab, so you better get ready. I'll meet you outside the bar. Here's your dress!' Karen took it and hugged her family friend, thanking her again then watching her drive off. When the car had left her street, she retrieved her keys and let herself into her empty house. The conversation in the restaurant had been replaying itself for an hour in her head. She couldn't get the sight of Sarah's luscious lipsticked lips slowly tripping over words like 'feminine flesh' and if truth be told, it had been awkward walking round the mall for another half hour with such sticky panties. She headed up to her room and her en suite, threw her Francesca's bag on the bed and stripped off, jumping into the shower. Even the sight of her own naked body was giving her ideas. As she washed herself all over, she felt her clit throb, aching to be touched and she nearly gave herself what she desperately needed. But then again, if she came, she might freak out and decide she didn't want to go tonight and right now, she reaaally wanted to go tonight. Maybe that Jaz girl would be there. Hard as it was, she decided not to touch herself that night and settled that, straight as she may have always thought she was, tonight she would let a girl give her that release. She finished showering and began the arduous process of getting ready, sticking on a pop playlist as she did so. When she had just got the dress on and was nearly ready to call a cab, her singing was interrupted. 'WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU ... DING DONG!' The doorbell had gone off. Perturbed, just about to hit the karaoke high note, she wondered who it could be. Fixing up an earring, she paced down the stairs, flung open the door and saw a taxi parked outside. 'Cab for a Karen?' Confused, Karen finished her earring and replied. 'Er, yeah, that's me but I didn't order one ... I was going to in a minute .. who ...?' 'I dunno, some English chick. You want the ride or not?' Mom Amy, she thought to herself. Boy, those two were really keen that she attended tonight and that she was on time. Why the need to be there at that time, wasn't it sexy to be fashionably late. She turned her attention back to the cab driver. 'OK, yeah I'll take it. Gimme five minutes?' The driver rolled his eyes but nodded, getting into the front. She ran back into the house and put all the finishing touches together, finally slipping into a pair of three inch pumps. When she thought she looked the part, her makeup exquisite, her hair pulled tight in an elegant bun at the back and her tits nice and pronounced with a new push up bra she had got from Pink, she grabbed her clutch bag and headed out the door. Just as she was about to walk out, she saw a paperweight in the shape of a hedgehog pinning something down to the windowsill by the door. Examining it further, she saw a twenty dollar bill and a scrap of paper attached. She took the paper and read: For the taxi! Get there on time, darling! Mom Amy xxx She smiled at her Mom's generosity and took the note, then locked the door behind her. The cab ride took as long as Sarah said, and with nothing to calm her nerves, she looked out the window, trying to placate herself. She couldn't stop thinking of all the women in there, dancing bumping and grinding ... not with men but with each other ... and couldn't wait to be a part of it, nervous as she was. Eventually, they pulled up outside "Taylor's" bar and sure enough, there was Sarah waiting for her. For someone who she knew to be over fifty, Sarah didn't look out of place at all. She radiated confidence in a loose but sexy dress, a chocolate brown colour which clashed with her red hair, which she had straightened so it fell down to her straps. As Karen hobbled towards her in her heels, she extended a hand and Karen took it. 'You're shaking, honey!' 'Well, I'm very nervous! This is a big thing for me!' Without warning, she gently leant in and placed a soft kiss on Karen's cheek. She was taken aback but did not drop Sarah's hand. When they looked at each other again, she nervously joked. 'I hope you didn't get any lipstick on me!' 'I wouldn't dream of it,' she mouthed softly, then lifting their shared hands towards the door. 'Come on...' Karen followed this experienced dyke to the door where a queue had formed. For anyone who said there was anything resembling a "standard lesbian", Karen challenged them to come survey this line of women. For every type of woman imaginable was queueing up to get into "Taylor's", the hottest dyke bar in town. Every race was represented white girls, Asian girls, African-American girls, European girls by some of the accents. Butch women were in line with leather jackets and one with a Mohican, but so too were the lipsticks. One girl looked like a classic hooker, with a red miniskirt and ripped black fishnets. One small blonde girl was dressed head to toe in pink neon. One tall girl looked almost identical to a man, in just a wife beater and jeans, but with her blonde ponytail scraped to the side at the back of her hair, one of her only signs of her femininity. That and her enormous tits. The great and the good of the lesbian community was hear tonight to party .... And tonight Karen was one of them. Sarah led her by the hand though to the front of the line, bypassing it, where two burly butch bouncers manned the door. One of the heavy set women was holding a stamp, while the other had nothing more than her huge, heavy hands. They were both wearing men's suits with short close cropped hair, although Left's was blonde while Right's was brown. Sarah greeted them, evident they were on first name terms. 'Hey Claudia!' Blondie nodded. '... alright, Jules!' The other smiled at Sarah as much as she could manage. Claudia reached out a tree trunk of an arm and lifted the railing for Sarah. She stepped through and Karen went to follow. 'Woah woah woah! Your friend here is going to have to show some ID, Sarah.' Jules looked sharply at her companion and mouthed quietly. 'Don't you know who that is? That's the boss's daughter!' Claudia's expression instantly changed to an apologetic one. Jules faced the young girl. 'So sorry Karen, step right in.' When she was past the line, Jules asked her for her hand and she offered the dainty thing up. She stamped the club print on her outstretched palm, an ink stamp of "Taylor's" then went to take it away. 'Hang on, you need another one yet. You'll see later, doll...' The Family Pet Ch. 07 Author's Note – This is a long series which aimed to create a romantic, incestuous, lesbian family in a realistic way. Therefore, the process has been very long but hopefully it will be worth it. Having said that, this story is all sex so for once if you're looking for a quick one-handed scroll down tale, this might be for you. I'd strongly advise reading the previous chapters but here is a little recap. The Family Pet – Taylor and Amy are in the midst of some anal lovemaking when their daughter, Karen, comes home early, interrupting them. We also travel back in time and meet Amy on her college campus bumping into Taylor for the first time and their first date. Who's Your Mommy? – While in the present day, Taylor seems to be eyeing up her daughter to Amy's discomfort, we see in the past Amy losing her virginity with Taylor, being collared by her Mistress and later confiding in her that she loves the image of breastfeeding from Taylor, calling her her Mommy. Taylor tells her incestuous fantasies turn her on too ... Playing House – We learn of the time Taylor and Amy travelled to England to meet Amy's parents where she hit them with the triple confession that she was gay, pregnant and marrying Taylor. When they ask who the father is, the harrowing tale comes out of a huge argument the two lovers had which ended in Amy drunkenly letting a stranger fuck her in an alley. Eventually, they get back together and Taylor forgives her, offering to raise her baby with her. Meanwhile, the couple gets more adventurous with their incestuous roleplay. Past Karen's Bedtime – Karen dreams of her mother fucking her after she interrupts her masturbating. Later that night when Amy and Tay are just climbing into bed, Karen starts sleepwalking naked towards their room, masturbating in her sleep. The two mothers watch their daughter and play with each other, all three sharing an orgasm unbeknownst to Karen. Where Else but Lesbos? – After the night time antics, it becomes clear Amy is starting to warm to the idea of seducing their daughter. The parents invite their daughter to a lesbian bar that they own, somewhere they have always distanced her from. Meanwhile, we hear about their lesbian wedding back in the day and their romantic honeymoon on the isle of Lesbos. It's Showtime! – Karen goes shopping with family friend Sarah for a dress to wear at the gay club that evening. Shop assistant Jaz flirts with her and tells her she will be there too. Little does she know Taylor has paid Jaz to engineer it so her daughter gets to the Basement show, her club's private sex party. Jaz takes her to the Basement and they both strip off awaiting the show. Taylor comes out naked and the show begins ... **** Ch.07 – 'Like A Rainbow' Karen lay back in the cushion facing the stage, naked as the day she was born, with around fifty other naked women around her, most rubbing their crotches sensually, or indeed the girl's next to them. On stage, the focus of all this touching, illuminated by the sultry red lights was her own mother, Taylor ... 'Are you already for the filthiest show in the dirtiest sex dungeon in town?' Her mom roared. Her own mom ... she couldn't comprehend it. 'YES!' The audience cried in unison. Karen gawped at her mother's body. Coming up to forty, she had kept her figure remarkably well, looking for all the world like the volleyball high school star Karen knew she had been. But to see her in this environment... it was wrong. This was her mother. It wasn't natural for a daughter to be staring at her mother's breasts, clad with nipple tassles, and so longingly as well... and if that was wrong, how much worse was it that all Karen could think of was ripping those tassles off? Her mind raced back guiltily to the dream she had had, only last night, of her mother taking her, fucking her, owning her. She had tried to put away those dark thoughts then, she knew she had to banish them but now here in this sex basement, a secret Sapphic underworld that her own mother had created ... well that was going to be impossible. She hoped to God that her mother would not look out into the audience and see her. Thankfully, the room was very darkly lit apart from the brightness of the stage, and she knew from acting in school that the person up front can barely see anything apart from the white shining in their face. She was probably safe for now but would there be audience participation? It was a sex show after all. Would she wander into the crowd, looking for an eager slut to involve and stumble upon her own darling daughter? The shame it would bring her, to know that her daughter had become a little slut too and what's more that her daughter had seen her naked and on show like this and just sat there, enjoying it. She wanted to fuck her own mother, twisted and perverted as it was. Maybe she should leave, she couldn't bear the life changing consequences if her mom caught her. But her panicky thought process was interrupted by a wonderful jolt of tingling eroticism that started in her clitoris and flooded up through her body, finishing with a pulse in her head. Jaz's hand had begun to slowly tease her clit through her knickers, even though she had not invited her to. But she didn't say no. She faced Jaz who was looking at her with loving eyes, and the two young women kissed, chocolate skin contrasting with white. She saw Jaz had stripped totally naked and decided she must do the same as soon as possible. The pressure on Karen's clit increased, causing her to moan into Jaz's mouth. Her own hands remained still on the cushion beside her. She felt she should touch Jaz too but she was scared. If it was a nice man's cock waiting, she could give the best handjobs in town. But even though she knew how to please herself, she was worried about doing it wrong. Just as she was about to pluck up the courage to go for it, to touch her special place, Jaz broke away. 'It's about to start. That's my boss, isn't she amazing?' Well Jaz clearly didn't know that was her mother! Her hand remained on her clit, gently stimulating it, making her heart flutter and in that super turned on state, how could she lie? 'Yeah ... she's fucking gorgeous...' That fucking gorgeous mother of hers clapped her hands loudly and the whole room fell silent. Couples who had been making out and fingering each other snapped to attention, all eyes on Taylor. 'The theme of tonight's show is .... RAINBOW!' The audience gave a little 'oooh' of appreciation, like the gasp a crowd makes watching the fireworks blaze on the 4th of July. 'So will you please welcome our girls tonight ... first up, it's RED ROSA!' From the wing to the stage's left, a red headed woman sidled out seductively, sashaying her hips, dressed in a red Venetian mask, red bra, red thong, red fishnets and finally red high heels. And if that wasn't enough rouge, to complete the whole red ensemble, a red nine inch strap-on hung from her waist, thick and covered in plastic veins. The sight of that made Karen's mouth water. Her mother continued. 'ORANGE OLIVIA!' She threw her arm to the right, welcoming a woman of an Indian complexion in exactly the same garb as Red Rosa, although inevitably this time in orange. And yes, she too packed an impressive strap on. This act went on until seven women of different looks and nationality had strolled onto the stage to join her mother. As she announced all the names, her mother walked round them, inspecting them, spanking an ass every now and there. Karen hated herself for how much this was turning her on. After Orange Olivia came Yellow Yasmine, a Japanese beauty, then Green Gemma, a pale skinned girl with jet black hair, possibly Irish. A blonde by the name of Blue Beth followed, then dark skinned Indigo Imogen and finally Violet Vicki, a staggering brunette. Her mom had clearly gone for ethnic diversity, Karen mused, all the colours of the beautiful lesbian rainbow. 'What do you think of my foxy rainbow, ladies?' Taylor asked and the audience hollered back their approval. 'And now time for the final piece in the jigsaw ... bring out the pet, Rosa!' Red nodded and stepped behind the curtain. When she reappeared seconds later, in her red nail-polished fingers was a dog's lead. Karen's eyes travelled down the lead to the collar, attached to the aforementioned pet. The pet was obviously not a dog, but a naked slave. By the slight sag and plumpness of her body, Karen would have guessed she was about her moms' age, the little tits she had drooping down as she crawled forward on all fours. Her hair or her facial features however, Karen did not have a clue about. Held in place by the tight dog's collar round her neck, the pet's whole head was obscured a black sack, the sort you carry your sneakers to the gym in. A mouthpiece for breathing had been cut out where the lips were, but no eyeholes. Instead, where the brow was, it read in pink capital letters, crudely painted on, PET WHORE. The pet crawled forward to centre stage, the rainbow girls parting to allow her to come through. Rosa handed over the lead to Taylor, who thanked her with a full kiss on the lips. For a moment, Karen's heart went out to her other mom, Amy, but then surely she knew about this. Was she going to see her naked later as well? Wrong as it was, she hoped so. Her mother unclipped the lead, the pet remaining motionless on all fours. Taylor took the leash in her hand and straightened it, looping it back on itself, forming a tight rope and without warning, brought it firmly down like a whip on the pet's offered ass. It connected with a loud 'CRACK' and the naked slave shot forward, rocketed by the impact. Karen thought she heard her whimper. The audience cheered as the brutal punishment was inflicted on the slave's ever so slightly flabby cheeks, still wobbling now. Taylor picked up on this and called out, looking deliciously evil in full dominatrix mode. She held up the makeshift whip. 'Does she need another one, ladies?' 'YES!' 'Do you deserve another one?' 'YES!' Karen cried. Karen didn't even notice the word leave her mouth, it was an instinctive shout but when she realised she was the only one who had yelled, she immediately felt ridiculous, blushing, hoping no one could make her out in the darkness. Jaz must have sensed her embarrassment, as her still hand sandwiched between her wet thighs gave an encouraging stroke. Taylor smiled. 'I was just talking to the pet but nice to know we have some enthusiastic whores in tonight. So my pet, do you deserve it?' Karen watched intently. She couldn't make out the face for the black bag but she could see the slave's head held low begin to move in a submissive nodding motion. 'Next question. Do you want to be hurt, pet?' To Karen's surprise, the pet nodded and more eagerly that time. And it was that point that Karen understood. Her mom might be playing the role of the evil dominatrix but this was all done with the utmost attention for the sub's needs. Whoever this slave was, she clearly loved submission, loved being hurt, wanting to feel the sting of the whip on her asscheeks more than anything else right then. And being watched only intensified the feeling, Karen would imagine anyway. In many ways, she would love being that sub she thought. But more than that, she wished she was the one holding the whip... CRACK! The dog's leash came flying through the air again, connecting hard, the sound ringing through the air. As it hit the ass, Jaz pinched her clit hard, making Karen let out a tiny cry just as the slave moaned with pain, though the bag muffled her yelp. She turned to Jaz who was watching her and not the show again. The kiss was inevitable. Slowly though, Karen moved her hand and gently rested it on Jaz's flat stomach, unsure how to proceed. With her free hand, Jaz gripped that wrist tightly and gingerly nudged it down until Karen landed on her heat. That, as well as the immense wetness, was the first thing that struck her about touching another woman's vagina for the first time in all her eighteen years. The sheer heat of that cunt, a sexual flame burning in her, a cunt that was as hot as its owner's body was hot. She let the hand just rest there, breaking away from the kiss and turned her attention back to her mom on stage. Taylor paused expertly, teasing the crowd, the whole room turned up to eleven with sexual tension. She threw the whip out into the crowd and two naked butch women scrabbled for it. 'OK, you've met the performers, so let the performance begin! Enjoy the night ladies, have a wonderful time, remember, you can approach anyone in the Basement but respect each other's wishes. No means no. Happy fucking!' With that, she hopped the two feet or so off the stage onto the floor and settled onto a cushion that was free in between two other ladies she seemed to know intimately, kissing them both on the cheek and one even going for a cheeky grab of her boob, which she slapped away playfully. She was married, Karen reminded herself. Her mom settled into the cushion, sinking her back fully into it then spread her legs, interweaving them with the spread legs of the women either side of her and began to caress herself through the material of the red underwear she was wearing. Many of the women now had begun to stand up and walk around, looking for sex partners. Karen figured with her mom's departure the orgy had begun, and the show on the stage was meant for background entertainment and inspiration. Karen was still glued to what was happening though. The pet remained on her hands and knees but now Red Rosa was slowly coming up behind her, slapping her big dildo against the slave's ass and getting in position to begin fucking her. Meanwhile, the other six rainbow girls had formed pairs and were making out and fondling each other in all the right places. Karen couldn't look away though. To her disappointment, the hand on her clit had disappeared but then Jaz filled her vision, now looming over her, moving in for the kiss. Karen opened her lips and Jaz's tongue filled that space as soon as possible, her own tongue exploring Jaz too ... but the slave had captivated her and she wanted to continue watching. Somewhere in her, some dominatrix sadistic streak had been activated and all she wanted was to see this submissive whore get fucked. When the black girl pulled back slowly from the kiss, fluttering her eyelashes, Jaz noticed the lesbian virgin peeking over her shoulder to get a glimpse of the show. She chuckled to herself, these newbies were always overwhelmed by the basement. She decided to give her her wish, moving out of her line of sight, moving her head further down to Karen's nape. She found a sweet spot of flesh, licking it, triggering an erogenous zone Karen had never really experienced with rough men before. But this woman's ever so soft touch on her neck had her pussy gushing. Karen felt the love bite being given, the flesh sucked into the gorgeous black girl's mouth but her eyes never left the stage. Rosa was gunning into the nameless pet with a lust filled intensity, and although she was no doubt enjoying it, the faceless slut was being fucked hard enough that screams of pain were emanating from the breathing hole. Her small tits swung in the air as she was doggy fucked, and she moaned like a beast, a bitch to be used. Karen ran her fingers through the black frizzy hair, pushing Jaz closer to her, feeling their connection. How had she never done this with a woman before? She had been missing out on so much, why had her moms never tempted her till now? Sarah was absolutely right, a woman's touch was out of this world! Her eye's left the slave fucking for one second to glance around the room and what she saw got the cushion her cunt was resting on even stickier. While about half the room were still engrossed in the rainbow antics, the rest had got the orgy going. To her left, what could only be described as a cunnilingus chain had commenced, five women linked only by their wet cunts and eager, greedy, lapping tongues. Their licking was noisier but their breathless pants and moans were even louder. One huge butch women, who looked about fifty had a fair-haired girl, who looked no older than Karen and little taller than five feet, up against a wall with her whole fist moving through her insides, pummelling her and Karen couldn't make out whether the tiny blonde was screaming in pleasure ... or not ... Two Asian women who looked scarily like twins were 69-ing, paying no attention to the show, exclaiming in a language didn't understand, but Karen understood the universal language of orgasm. And there sat her mom still, watching the show she had orchestrated intently although now her hand was tucked inside her knickers, stroking her labia while her cool gaze fell on her slave. Rosa slid out of the pet now, standing up and embracing Beth and Olivia who had been fingering each other whilst standing. When Rosa grabbed Beth's ass and kissed her neck from behind, Olivia took that as her signal, wanking off the fake cock, lubing it up with her own juices she imagined and bent down to the waiting pet, still on all fours like a dog. Her head was held low but when Olivia roughly thrust herself into her, that dog threw its head back and howled. Olivia's hands grabbed her hips and started thrusting forward in a relentless rhythm while the slave's body looked weak, only supported by her flimsy paws. Its body looked lifeless as the Asian woman used her like a fucktoy. Jaz moved her attention away from Karen's sweet spot of neck to lovingly suck an erect nipple into her mouth. Karen gasped although the noise was lost among all the other gasps and moans that were now filling the sordid basement. Some were low and guttural, some were high pitched uncontrolled screams and some just sounded like raw animal mating. Her nipples were as hard as stone now, Jaz noted as she pursed one between her front teeth and nibbled gingerly. The fingers laced through Jaz's hair pushed her down harder, Karen taking control for once, moving Jaz's body to her whim. Jaz went to kiss the other boob now, kissing as much as she could then sucking the nipple in. Karen had extremely sensitive nipples, knowing that she could bring herself near the point of orgasm just by fondling them when she masturbated. Guys said they were interested in boobs but most of them just wanted to shove their cocks into her as fast as possible. Not that she was complaining but it was nice to have someone just ... make love to her breasts for the sake of their own enjoyment. The sensations coming from her twin peaks were so overwhelming that she just shut her eyes and went with it, managing to tear her eyes away from the pet. Jaz was an expert, swirling her tongue around them then gently easing them into the mouth to apply pressure just at the right moment, in a way only a fellow woman could. Colours danced in her head, moans escaped her mouth with no control over them and she found herself moaning Jaz's sweet name. Jaz had never ravished a virgin before but the experience was wondrous. Every slight touch produced ecstatic little moans from Karen, and everything must be so new and exciting. Wait till she tastes pussy, she thought excitedly. Still kissing her chest, Jaz waved her fingers in the air then brought them down on her cunt again, soothing Karen with two fingers along her wet entrance. 'Ooooooh Jasmine, fuck me!' It was almost like she was begging but Jaz was only too happy to obey. She didn't need telling twice. She slid two fingers up her gaping slit, not pausing for a moment and Karen swallowed them up, her pussy desperate for them, clawing to be filled. Her walls felt tight without being resistant, the sheer wetness of her cunt providing more than enough lubrication and so Jaz began a rhythm with her wrist, gently finger fucking the brunette while again she chewed softly on a nipple. The Family Pet Ch. 07 Karen was in heaven, eyes clamped shut but mouth wide open in erotic wonder. Gasps and moans were constant, her voice just one of myriad moans now. A high pitched blonde girl was riding a dyke stud's face hard, screaming so high-pitched that Karen thought the girl might explode. The strong butch had her big hands clamped down firmly on the little blonde's ass, desperate to scoop as much of the girl's cunt into her mouth as she could. The blonde was shouting, she was cumming and Karen thought she could see her squirt all over the stud's face. The woman shook uncontrollably as the orgasm hit her like a train. Not for the first time that night, she suddenly had an insatiable desire to eat pussy and hoped the opportunity would fall into her lap later, or rather she would fall into someone else's lap .... As Jaz's two fingers slipped up in her, her eyes returned to what was happening on stage. Olivia had moved on now, she was rimming Gemma to the right of the stage, and now Yellow had taken control of the slave. While Karen hadn't been looking, she had flipped the worthless sub onto her back and was now straddling her. Yasmin had slipped her own yellow lace bra down to pinch and tweak her nipples, while she roughly titfucked the pet. Her small frame jittered as Yasmin thrust her cock in between her boobs. Another black girl began crawling over to the cushion Karen and Jaz were fucking on, grinning devilishly as she slowly approached them on all fours. Karen's eyes flittered from the stage to this girl, who was attempting to seduce her with her eyes. Karen tried to look flirty back but all she could do was whimper from the finger fucking Jaz was loving her with. This just made the stranger giggle, a deep hearty laugh which matched her slightly butch look.. Jaz's lips pulled on her left nipple then popped off and away, moving to kiss the underside of her left boob then trailing kisses down to Karen's navel. As she inched further down the eighteen year old's body, so too did she stick her own ass further up in the air, like a down dog in yoga. To her surprise, Jaz felt two warm hands grab her ass. Karen looked unsure of whether she was comfortable with a third party but Jaz just kept fingering her all the same. This was standard in the Basement. 'Fuck yeah, Lil, give it to me good!' Jaz moaned as the black woman, Lily, placed a kiss on her swollen brown labia. Jaz, while remaining on hands and knees with two fingers in Karen, angled herself so her legs were spread wider, giving Lily better access. Karen bit her lip. This really was an orgy now. She felt like a slut, a whore, a hooker and she'd never felt better. Several of the solo masturbators were looking away from Green Gemma and the pet now to her and her interracial menage-a-trois, and the feeling of being watched, of voyeurs all round her, just made her pussy clamp round Jaz's digits harder. Her gaze fell on her mother though who was only a few cushions away now. She hoped desperately that she would not come over and see her now, her little girl being fingered by someone she employed while another joined their tryst. She couldn't move now though, she was glued here and if she tried to move, Jaz would have other ideas. All she could do is lie here, powerless to Jaz's fingers and hoped to God her mom wouldn't see her. Not that her mom was paying any attention to her club's orgy. Her attention was only on one woman, the pet who by now had stopped whimpering, too spent to croak out moans. She simply lay on her back while Gemma now held her legs over her shoulders, ramming what seemed like her ass from the way the green-clad slut had positioned her. Taylor had three fingers in her pussy now, matching the pace of Gemma. As Gemma's green cock noisily fucked that abused cunt, Tay fucked herself at the same speed, timing her own pleasure perfectly with the show. She still had some hosting duties to do and she didn't want to get too overexcited. She had big plans for tonight. Jaz finally arrived at the prize, kissing Karen's smooth and shaved mound and finding her clit. Karen swore loudly at the top of her voice when two lips brushed against her powerful little love button, a very loud 'fuck' escaping her own lips. In any other scenario, if Taylor heard Karen swearing like that she'd reprimand her, would have spanked her when she was a little girl. But Taylor just put it down to another hottie in her private sex club exclaiming as she came ... not that she didn't know her daughter was in here. If Jaz had done her job right, her daughter would be getting her first taste of lesbian heaven right now, just as she had intended. Karen's crotch rose into the air, involuntarily, desperate to meet Jaz's fingers every time they slid an inch out of her just to slam in again. Now though, Jaz was teasing her clit with swirling licks and fleeting kisses and it was all too much for the poor newbie to handle. It was a good job she was laying on a cushion as her head thrashed back just before a mindblowing orgasm, hitting the soft material underneath her hard. Her walls clenched around Jaz's fingers and a wave of powerful erotic energy surged through her, like an enormous electrical fuse had just blown inside her. She remained motionless yet felt intoxicatingly dizzy at the same time, and for a minute her vision clouded over and she temporarily blacked out. It was only for some seconds and when it returned, she looked down at Jaz, that goddess who had just brought to amazing climax, her perfect lips still puckered round her clit. Those lips released it and formed a wide smile, then formed their own little 'O' of surprise as Lily smacked one cheek hard. Like the tiny blonde from earlier, somehow Lil had managed to fit nearly her whole fist into Jaz. Karen watched on, bemused, horrified and incredibly aroused at the fisting. It looked incredibly sexy and painful at the same time, and as much as Jaz was loving it from the crooning she made, the thought of her own cunt ripped open like that made Karen squirm for all the right and wrong reasons. Back on stage, Green Gemma had gone and now the slave was back on all fours again, with Blue Beth sandwiched underneath her, the pet riding her blue toy like a bucking bronco. Meanwhile, Imogen had her hips firmly in her dark hands and was fucking her ass. At least, she was fucking her doggy so she assumed it was anal. Then again, it wasn't clear to Karen but it looked like there were possibly two big plastic dicks tearing into the same hole, literally ripping that cunt wide open. It was no wonder the slave was screaming in ecstatic agony, thought Karen. Karen saw in the corner of her eye one of the Asian twins start to crawl towards her just like Lily had just a minute ago. Should she stop them or did she want to be used? Why did she even bother pondering it, she knew the only answer her slut brain could give right there and then. If tonight had taught her anything she was nothing more than a dirty dyke who needed to be used. The Japanese girl came over and shyly leaned into Karen's mouth. Lost in the lust of the orgy now, Karen released her fingers from Jaz's hair and ran them through this girl's black locks, dragging her in and kissing her deeply. The girl looked shocked but her coy, innocent expression woke the dragon of dominance in Karen. She grabbed the black hair tight, not caring about the pain she was likely inflicting and forced her face down to her still rock-hard buds. This girl was clearly a willing sub and didn't complain, going straight to her tit and sucking them with those tiny lips. Karen moaned in a low voice. 'Fuck yeah, suck me dry, you pathetic slut.' The words of humiliation just seemed to spur the sub on, making her suck harder. She wasn't the expert Jaz clearly was but it was good to have something to grab onto, to abuse for the sake of sheer domination. Jaz had slid her fingers out her sopping cunt now and rolled over onto her own back. She twisted her neck and saw what Karen was doing and smiled fondly. Lily no longer had her fist all the way up her, instead her tongue was bobbing in and out of her love box. Jaz tapped her head, indicating for her to stop then hunched up onto her elbows and wriggled backwards on the cushion, so that she was face to face with Karen. While the Asian slut sucked her tits obediently, Lily crawled up with Jaz and continued her onslaught on her pussy. Karen and Jaz looked at each other for less than a millisecond before launching into a kiss furiously, tongues swirling with passion. The double fucking obviously aroused some energy in the pet because her voice had returned, and as those blue and indigo cocks pummelled her relentlessly, she cried out for dear life, begging for more and screaming her lungs out. The whole room was filled with impassioned cries now but hers rang above them all, and some people even stopped their romping to turn and face the stage again. The Japanese girl rolled off Karen to watch but Karen didn't notice what with her lips still locked in a tight embrace with Jaz's. The girl's twin had come to join her and they returned to their 69. Lily kept licking away, flattening her tongue and pleasuring the clitoris with focus. Karen reached out a hand and found Jaz's round breast waiting, incredibly the first breast she had touched all night, indeed ever. She didn't know how long the night had gone on for, it felt like minutes and simultaneously hours, but Karen figured it had been a while. She had got dazed in her passion and orgasms. The breast felt soft underneath her skin, more fat on the larger boob than her small ones. The nipple literally dug into her palm so hard was it, so Karen gave it a little pinch. Jaz moaned softly into her mouth. Karen opened her eyes mid kiss and saw Lily gazing at her while her tongue was buried in Jaz. Karen couldn't take her eyes off and when Lily winked, her own cunt began to gush again. Fuck, if only she could get that girl back to lick it but she was off with, yes there was no mistaking it, her sister. This place was twisted but who was she to judge, her own mother was lying feet away, squeezing her boob and fucking herself with three delicate but soaked fingers. Jaz pulled out of the kiss and went back to the boobs again, much to Karen's delight. She gripped her firmly there, muttering thanks and praises, while over her shoulder she looked over to her mother. She didn't care who she was right now, she was without a doubt the sexiest woman in the room to her at the moment, well maybe second. Just the way she looked so cool and confident, simply stroking herself, not letting anyone else touch her, watching the stage like she had this all planned. She did, to be honest, Karen realised. Every other woman in here was in an orgy frenzy but not her Mom Taylor. Her respect for that woman was reaching new highs. If she was in a relationship, could she stand this heat Karen wondered? If anyone offered to touch her in here, she doubt she could say no, so it was amazing her mother was coping. The only other woman who came close was the faceless slave. Her body was good, yet nothing amazing compared to any of the women in here or her Mom, and she couldn't even see her face or her hair, but it was the way she was positioned, the way she was taking it, the dirty little submissive she was. Karen figured if she was going to be a dyke, and it seemed like there was no denying that now after tonight's wonder, she would be a domme. And that sub on her hands and knees being fucked by all the colours of the rainbow, that made her wetter than anything the beautiful Jaz could do to her. As Karen was watching her, Taylor stood up and seemed to walk towards the stage. She watched curiously until ow! Jaz bit her nipple hard, drawing a tiny drop of blood from her. Her teeth seemed to have clamped down at the point of her own orgasm as Jaz was shaking in Karen's arms now, Lily licking and licking until her teeth relinquished the nipple and Jaz screamed. 'CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING LILLLLLLLLLLLLY!' Taylor had reached the stage, where the pet had got onto her knees and was now sucking Violet Vicki's purple strap on. Her lips seemed to have emerged out of the 'PET WHORE' bag but Karen couldn't help wondering what the point was of sucking a fake and unresponsive cock. Maybe it needed lubing up, but surely the pet's cunt was absolutely dripping after the other six had ruined her with theirs? The other six rainbow girls were either fucking or getting fucked with their multi-coloured harness dildos but when Taylor came on stage and quietly clicked her fingers at them, they stopped what they were doing and stood up. Most of the orgy hadn't realised what was going on on stage, but Karen had, so intently was she watching. The girls were slowly arranging themselves in a semi circle around the pet, hanging their rainbow cocks out and waving them as if they were real. The slave lifted two hands and grabbed Blue Beth's and Orange Olivia's and pretended to jerk them off too. Watching her small hands wank those cocks, Karen was suddenly hit by a strong urge to be in a roomful of men, on her knees wanking several off with another cock in her mouth, waiting for them all to explode on her face. God, did she love cum! And being bukkaked was a recurring dream of hers... Her mind raced back to a memory a few months ago. She had been in a car park behind a bar in Ryan's pick up van, absolutely hammered on beers they had been buying her all night. In the dark of the car park, she had unzipped Ryan begun to suck him off when she saw two large black men watching her. With her lips wrapped tight round Ryan's cock, she gave the eyes at them until they joined her. She sucked and jerked all three of them off until each one grabbed her hair tight in a ponytail, slapping their hard members across her face, jizz everwhere, mixing in with her mascara and dribbling down her face. A happy memory, but tonight wasn't about cock, tonight was about pussy. Her mom's voice brought her back to the present with a jolt. 'Ladies, keep on screwing while I present tonight's big finale... RAINBOW BUKKAKE!' The audience all turned to see the seven rainbow girls all grab their cocks at once and somehow, Karen had no idea how, spurts of paint erupted from each of them, covering the sub slut's body. Each fat cock shot their rainbow cum, plastering the pet with paint. She remained on her knees, every colour hitting every spot, red and green plastered in her hair, yellow driplets mixing with orange on her boobs .... Those who didn't have their hands stuffed in someone else's cunt all clapped, filling the room with applause as well as the odd moan. Taylor bowed then walked over to the dripping, vibrant coloured, painted slut who had collapsed onto the floor slightly and helped her to her feet. She dragged her to the front and held her arm aloft. 'Give it up for tonight's pet, wasn't she fantastic?!' The women hooted and cheered appreciatively. Spent and exhausted as she looked, the now rainbow-adorned pet gave a half hearted bow, probably mustering all of her energy to do so. Taylor lowered her hand and she staggered backwards, only stopping when she hit the back wall of the stage and slumping down on her ass. 'And a big hand for our stunning rainbow chicks!' The seven women stepped forward amid the applause and bowed, then exited the stage via the wings. They began to unbuckle the harnesses as they exited, leaving Karen's mother alone on the stage to wrap things up. 'Well I hope you've enjoyed tonight's show as much I have. The Basement will be open for another hour before we close so make sure you fuck anyone you haven't fucked yet. I've been Taylor of Taylor's Bar, have a great night once again!' With that, the lights illuminating the stage died and the whole room became one red, seedy mess. Karen didn't see where her Mom went, she was lost in a crowd of naked women now and she had more pressing things to think about. When she looked down, Lily had disappeared and it was back to just her and Jaz. There was only one thing on her mind, she knew what she wanted, needed more than anything, to do ... 'I want to eat you, Jaz. I need to taste pussy, I have to see what it's like!' 'I thought you'd never ask,' winked Jaz. Karen needed no other invitation. She pushed Jaz back into the pillow and wriggled down so she was face to face with Jaz's vagina. There was no foreplay, they had built it up enough and Karen was desperate. She had started the day not sure about her sexuality but here she was, longing to taste another woman. She stared at it, examining every detail. It was mostly shaved but for a little black triangle she kept neatly and expertly trimmed atop her mound. Her clit and lips had obviously swollen from her arousal, or were just unnaturally large. She had a browner cunt than her own, but then again she had little to compare it to. The whole thing glistened in the red light, covered in cum like it was. The way her legs were spread, her lips were slightly spread, pulling apart her labia and teasing her with a hole Karen wanted badly to fill with her virgin tongue. As she took some seconds to admire it, Jaz clearly need it now for Karen felt two hands push her head down further while two thighs pressed against her ears, blocking out sound and light, clamping her head in. Her senses became nothing but cunt, the smell of it, the sight of it and now the taste as she reached out her tongue, about to taste womanhood for the first time ... 'Jaz! I need you to get dressed and start helping out with the closing. You and Claudia will need to lock up as well, I'm going in a few minutes. Sorry, darling.' Karen tensed up. That was Mom Taylor's voice. Her heart stopped. Her tongue stopped just before she made contact with Jaz's woman juices, her whole body tensing, realising her mother was just over her shoulder. Jaz's fingers in Karen's hair too relaxed, deflated when Jaz realised she had to go. Panicking, Karen tried to calm herself. Just keep your head here, glued between her thighs and Mom will never see you or know she was here, she thought nervously. 'Sure, ma'am. Well thanks for letting me down here anyway.' 'Sorry, you know I wouldn't ask if it didn't have to be done. And it's no problem, looks like you've had some fun with a hottie anyway!' A hand, her mom's hand, spanked Karen's outstretched ass hard. Her mom had just spanked her in a sexual way, not even knowing the levels of taboo she was crossing with her daughter ... or so Karen thought. It was an unbelievably twisted turn-on but Karen couldn't help it. Oh god, spank me again, she thought. But no, she heard footsteps walking away and she was clear her mom had gone. She lifted her head from Jaz's box and looked at her consolingly. 'I'm sorry, I can eat you quick if you like?' Her voice sounded almost pleading, which made Jaz smile despite her annoyance. 'No, it's a bummer but it's what I get paid for. Besides, I want to teach you properly ... say, at my place. Would you ... would you be up for that?' After all the sexual chaos they had shared tonight, how could she look shy, bashful and cute now, totally unsure of herself? Well somehow she managed it. Karen smiled back at her. 'I'd love to!' 'Fantastic! Well, hey, I work here in the day most days as well. Stop by and MAYBE I'll give you my number.' 'Only maybe?' 'Oh Karen, there is no way I am NOT giving you my number. Ah, why do I have to run?' She stood up and searched for her bra and panties, Karen admiring her ass as she did so. When she collected them, Karen rose to her knees and they shared one last kiss. Then, sadly she turned to leave, going through the black curtain and leaving Karen alone at this orgy. But she was not done yet. She was sex crazed now, LESBIAN sex crazed now and she was not leaving here until she got to eat some carpet. Then her eyes fell on something wondrous ... The Family Pet Ch. 07 In the throes of the orgy, one woman had been neglected but was amazingly still as horny as before. Slumped at the back of the stage alone, but still fingering herself and massaging her left breast, was the pathetic and horny slave. Her bare pussy was exposed to Karen. She needed to eat pussy, THAT pussy and with no one around her paying any attention, she strode forward with purpose and climbed onto the stage. As she approached the pet, the bag looked up towards her. Karen guessed it was thin enough so that she could make out what was going on, but too thick for Karen to glimpse her identity. Probably for the best, she wanted to do things to this sex slave that she wouldn't want anyone finding out about. Dominant and harsh words spilled from her mouth, and though they sounded like nothing she had ever said before, the words flowed as if they were totally natural to her. 'I'm going to eat your cunt, you submissive little bitch. Do you want your worthless little pussy licked?' The nods came fast and Karen threw herself down to the floor, grabbing the underside of each thigh in her hands and parting them, spreading the slut and diving her tongue straight into the wet pink patch. Her hole was literally wide open with all the fucking it had received tonight, Karen's tongue sliding up her no problem. Her labia looked different to Jaz's, for the black girl's were large and fleshy, more brown in colour, whereas the pet had small puffy pink lips that only just stuck out, almost identical to her own. Her first taste of woman was even better than she imagined. It was similar to the earthy, sweaty sex smell of cock but sweeter, more tender. The delicate flesh felt incredibly soft and responsive under her tongue. Juices were dripping from the cunt and Karen took long licks, soaking them up into her mouth. She shut her eyes and lost herself in the sexual act, the sounds of other women cumming in the background as her soundtrack. Through the bag covering her head, the pet moaned. Her back was pressed against the wall, but she slid down without wanting to, the only energy in her body coming from her cunt which was moving of its own will to meet the beautiful brunette's eager mouth. Karen had licked up from her entrance all the way up to her lips and found her engorged nub now, producing a shudder from her exhausted plaything. Thinking what would Jaz do, instinctively Karen brought two fingers up, already sticking from who knows whose cum, and stuffed them with great ease into the pet's vagina. In a tired but aroused voice, the pet croaked. 'More ... please!' Karen complied, thinking the cunt was so loose now she could probably handle a third but the voice begged for more. 'More ... more ... all of it!' She wanted it all of it, her whole fist inside her. So much inside her own tight little hole was incomprenshbile to Karen but the slut was begging. Three already tightly wedged in, she pulled them back, added a fourth and tucked her thumb inside. When she powered forward with her wrist, the slave's cunt muscles tightened around her wrist and sucked her whole fist in. The pet screamed in delight and Karen giggled manically. She began to fist her hard, while still trying to flick her clit and catch her delicious wet drops which were spraying everywhere. In no time at all, her whole body was shaking as she came around Karen's fist. Still Karen licked, but as her eyes darted around, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a blue strap on lying near the stage left, obviously where Beth had discarded it. In one smooth motion, she freed her fist, the slit deflating and stood up. 'Stay there slut. I'm gonna get a cock to fuck you with!' Again the words sounded like nothing she had ever said, ever comprehended really before today but they didn't make her feel wrong. They felt oh so right, like this was something she was born to do. She danced over to the fat blue cock, examining the harness. It was easy enough to work out and soon she had it strapped tight around her. Turning her gaze back to the cunt, she saw she was lying flat on her back on the floor now, panting hard. She had been used to oblivion tonight, but Karen was not done with her yet. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, Karen grabbed the slut by her armpits and hauled her to her feet then threw her back against the wall. She marched forwards and took the pet's ass in her hands, taking a second to fondle it then gripping her tight and lifting her off the ground. The sub wrapped her legs around Karen's waist and grabbed the blue dildo, directing it to her cunt. It slid in in seconds and soon they were going at it, the wall and Karen's hands holding her up. It took all the strength Karen had, but something in this raw masculine fucking was bringing out a new animalistic power in her. The cock felt like an extension of her, she felt what Ryan felt like when he fucked her, like the member was the source of all her power and all she wanted to do was thrust it into this slut. She wanted to kiss her so bad but the mouth hole didn't seem enough. Instead, she buried her face into the sweet crevice of her neck and bit hard. Suddenly, she felt a wet sticky finger tease somewhere nobody had ever touched before, her anus. Some other stranger had decided to join the fun, her middle fingers producing a thrill she never expected from anal. It was a light tingling sensation that teased her insanely. Fuck, all she wanted was for that finger to slide into her ass. Then the anal stranger spoke, but it was not a stranger. It was Mom Taylor again. 'I see you wasted no time in finding someone else to fuck you, pet. Well I don't blame you, she has a great ass,' her mom whispered softly, just as her lubed finger slipped up into her daughter's ass. If she just kept her face buried in this neck, she wouldn't find her, oh God, what if she realised. Karen couldn't control herself though, her body was flip flopping one way and the other, pushing forward to ram her cock into the pet and then ass jutting back to meet her mother's finger. She could have died of sinful shame right there, and knew she would have gone to Hell for her wicked taboo deviation, but right now she didn't care. Her mom was fingering her ass and it felt amazing. Taylor withdrew her finger from her daughter though, going off to mingle elsewhere, only leaving her with a short sharp spank on her ass. Karen moaned as it slid out of her and without thinking, muttered into the pet's neck. 'Oh, mommy!' She hoped her mom wouldn't recognise her voice or body, but to be honest had lost control hours ago. Luckily, all she could hear from Taylor was a giggle and then she was gone again, presumably disappearing into the crowd. Karen bucked her hips forward in lust, piling into the pet and she thought then that she had to tell someone, anyone, and this mysterious submissive slave would never share her secret, she would never see her again. She tilted her head up while fucking her and began to whisper in her ear. 'That's my mom. That's my mommy, my fucking Mommy!' 'Mommy!' whispered the pet in reply, her voice quavering as she came again while Karen held her against the wall. As soon as Karen heard that, she instantly regretted it. What had she done? She had shared her disgusting secret with a stranger, and suddenly she was repelled. What the fuck had she just done? Racked with regret, she pulled out just as the slave was about to cum, dropping her to the floor. Her body crumpled but she needed to cum so badly that she grabbed Karen by the leg, bringing it to her crotch like a dog and humping it desperately. She was murmuring one unmistakeable word. 'Mommy! Mommy! I'm cumming!' Karen kicked her leg away from her and staggered off, but the pet had soon got two fingers in her, still muttering that depraved incestuous word. Karen almost fell off the stage and onto a cushion, causing some commotion. She hoped her Mom couldn't see her but as she looked around she was nowhere to be seen. Hopefully, she had gone home. 'Fuck me ... please!' A voice came out of nowhere and Karen turned to see a woman lying on a cushion, in a half drunk daze eyeing up her crotch. She realised the huge blue strap on was still hanging from her waist and the woman was looking at it greedily. She was old, probably in her md fifties with huge sagging tits, but there was no grey in her hair. It was still a stark flaming red. Her eyes were begging her. 'Come on teeny, fuck an old bag ... please?' There it was again, that submissive calling that lit a domme's fire in her heart. Karen clambered onto the woman, kissing her roughly and rammed her strap on into her. The woman broke the kiss and gasped with the penetration. Karen began to fuck like an animal now, not responding to the woman's cries and encouragement, but simply gunning wildly while she screamed. 'FUCK ME TEENY!' This debauched orgy went on for God knows how long after that. Eventually the old redhead came and Karen rolled off her panting. She was exhausted. Women were slowly leaving and the room was emptying out. It must have been pretty late at night now. Deciding to leave, she searched around for her bra and knickers that she had carelessly discarded earlier. Luckily, her coatroom slip was still there. She began to slide her knickers back up her legs when a naked Lily sidled over. 'You leaving, doll?' 'Erm, yeah I think so.' 'That's a shame, I wanted to taste that little cunt of yours. How come I never see you down here before?' 'Er, it was my first time...' Karen replied nervously. She found the tall black woman very intimidating but sexy all the same. 'In the Basement ... or with a woman?' 'Both ...' she admitted. 'Damn girl, I would have killed to be the first one to taste your virgin pussy!' Karen blushed. She kind of wanted to stay now but she was exhausted and had to get going. 'Maybe next time...' 'You better be here next time! I'm here every Saturday!' She departed, leaving Karen to fix her bra and walk out past the black curtain. She handed in her slip at the cloakroom and the girl handed her little black dress back to her. In the whiter light out here, Karen saw her body was smudged with the rainbow colours where she had grinded up against that sex pet. The cloakroom girl obviously noticed too and Karen blushed, partly from pride, partly from humiliation. When she was dressed, she headed up the stairs. The dancefloor had emptied now, and the bar staff were clearing things away. The lights were up and the sight of a club in bright light was weird. Karen looked around hopefully for Jaz but she could not see her sadly. She made her way over to the exit where Jules was ushering people out. 'Have a good time darling?' 'Like you wouldn't believe!' Karen replied brightly. Jules giggled and showed her to the exit. It must have been very late at night now but there were still a few cabs waiting outside the entrance. Karen climbed into one.and gave her address and they sped off away from "Taylor's" and the Basement, though Karen's mind stayed firmly there. She couldn't stop thinking about the whole thing. The rainbow bukkake, Jaz's hard tongue inside her, the sight of her mother's boobs, those Japanese sisters fucking ... She was wet the whole way home and maybe she did regret not letting Lily fuck her one last time. She wanted to go back next week, but then remembered it was fifty dollars entry. She did not have fifty dollars spare. How had she even got in there? They had given her an entry stamp as she walked in, as if someone had planned it. Jaz, maybe? The cab pulled up outside her house and she found a note and paid, then clambered out. When she walked to the door, she saw something that stopped her blood. A paint handprint, red mixed in with a dash of indigo, had been splashed on the door's window pane. What the hell? Her mind began thinking the inevitable as she turned the key ... As she stepped inside and shut the door, the paint trailed continued up the stairs. Flecks of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet could be seen going up the stairs. It couldn't be ... it couldn't be ... She followed the trail mesmerised, knowing what she would find at the end. She could already hear the moans mixed with the sloppy sound of cunt licking, coming from her parent's bedroom ... The paint trail led to their room. Karen slowly pushed the door open, the secret already unravelled in her mind but there it was confirmed before her very eyes. Her Mom Taylor lay back on the headboard, while the rainbow pet licked her cunt out. As the door creaked open, the pet turned and now the bag was gone and she could see her identity. Of course, she knew who it was by now... 'Welcome back, Karen,' teased Taylor. 'Have you met the family pet?' The Family Pet Ch. 08 Author's Note – This is a long series which aimed to create a romantic, incestuous, lesbian family in a realistic way. Therefore, the process has been very long but hopefully it will be worth it. I love reading and appreciate comments of any kind, all feedback is really helpful so please tell me what you think. Its been a while since I've written this story as things transpired between myself and the person who inspired this story but now I'm back with the crescendo to the first phase of the Family Pet idea I originally had, so I hope you like it. If you are offended by girl on girl loving, incest or golden showers, I would not read on. I'd strongly advise reading the previous chapters but here is a little recap. The Family Pet – Taylor and Amy are in the midst of some anal lovemaking when their daughter, Karen, comes home early, interrupting them. We also travel back in time and meet Amy on her college campus bumping into Taylor for the first time and their first date. Who's Your Mommy? – While in the present day, Taylor seems to be eyeing up her daughter to Amy's discomfort, we see in the past Amy losing her virginity with Taylor, being collared by her Mistress and later confiding in her that she loves the image of breastfeeding from Taylor, calling her her Mommy. Taylor tells her incestuous fantasies turn her on too ... Playing House – We learn of the time Taylor and Amy travelled to England to meet Amy's parents where she hit them with the triple confession that she was gay, pregnant and marrying Taylor. When they ask who the father is, the harrowing tale comes out of a huge argument the two lovers had which ended in Amy drunkenly letting a stranger fuck her in an alley. Eventually, they get back together and Taylor forgives her, offering to raise her baby with her. Meanwhile, the couple gets more adventurous with their incestuous roleplay. Past Karen's Bedtime – Karen dreams of her mother fucking her after she interrupts her masturbating. Later that night when Amy and Tay are just climbing into bed, Karen starts sleepwalking naked towards their room, masturbating in her sleep. The two mothers watch their daughter and play with each other, all three sharing an orgasm unbeknownst to Karen. Where Else but Lesbos? – After the night time antics, it becomes clear Amy is starting to warm to the idea of seducing their daughter. The parents invite their daughter to a lesbian bar that they own, somewhere they have always distanced her from. Meanwhile, we hear about their lesbian wedding back in the day and their romantic honeymoon on the isle of Lesbos. It's Showtime! – Karen goes shopping with family friend Sarah for a dress to wear at the gay club that evening. Shop assistant Jaz flirts with her and tells her she will be there too. Little does she know Taylor has paid Jaz to engineer it so her daughter gets to the Basement show, her club's private sex party. Jaz takes her to the Basement and they both strip off awaiting the show. Taylor comes out naked and the show begins ... Like A Rainbow – Karen takes part in an orgy in her mom's underground sex club where she has sex with a faceless sex slave, who unbeknownst to her is her Mom Amy. On returning to her home, it is clear that this slave was Amy and Taylor informs Karen coolly that she has committed incest. It is the make or break point for the family – are they going to fuck? Find out in the eighth chapter ... Ch.08 – Three in a Bed Karen's blood ran cold. Her heart had stopped beating. Her eyes were as wide as her Mom Taylor's puffy lips were ... She couldn't move a muscle. She just stood there mesmerised, sweaty and exhausted after her escapades at the orgy, but now it looked as if the night was not going to be over any time soon. On the bed in front of her, were her two moms, Taylor and Amy, and they knew exactly where she'd been. They knew exactly what she'd done .... Knew exactly what they had all done to each other. It all came back to her now. The pet chained up against the wall, with Karen fucking her relentlessly, tasting her, her first ever taste of a woman. And it had been her own mother. One of them, anyway. And the other one ....? She had joined in, spreading her own daughter's cheeks and violating her ass. Had she known all along? That the three of them had shared in a depraved, sick and illegal ... yet beautiful ménage a trois? Karen couldn't stop these thoughts from running round her head as she stared at her two naked parents, speechless. Taylor saw the startled and rather scared look on her daughter's face and began preparing for the moment that she had waited years for. It was finally happening. Months, even years of planning, eighteen years of planning, and it was finally happening. She had already felt the flesh of her sweet daughter for the first time since she had bathed her as a girl but this was what she had waited for. It was no good if Karen didn't want her. She wanted her baby to want her Mommy. Amy knew she wanted her. She didn't want to give in to Taylor at first. For so long, she had resisted. She had fallen under Taylor's spell since day one, but she didn't know if she wanted Karen corrupted in the same way. It would mean things between them were never the same. Their sick fantasies, which Taylor had always told her were only fantasies, making them fine ... well they'd no longer be relegated to the realm of impossibility. She had felt Karen's fingers inside her and heard her whisper the single world 'Mommy' as Taylor had joined them. Karen was as fucked up and perverted as she was. After all, she had raised her. Was her little girl ever gonna be anything more than the slut her mother, or rather mothers, were? Taylor spread her legs and gently pushed Amy away from her so that she could climb out of the bed. Totally naked, she smoothly stood up. Karen's nervous eyes followed her every moment, still not able to process all of this. Taylor sensed her angst and knew she had to play this very carefully. She raised a hand slowly in the air, as if to say just wait and hear me out. 'Karen ... oh Karen... A lot of things have happened tonight. If you want, if you really want, you can take one step back, shut that door and we can pretend like all this never happened. I love you so much baby and I don't want to lose you ... and I know that what's happened tonight would be enough to push you away for ever...' As she spoke, she was taking small steps towards Karen who was still rooted to the spot. Amy had flipped over and was lying on her front, watching the scene play out with anticipation, anxiously waiting for her baby girl to speak. Taylor continued. 'This is your chance baby. Shut the door and I promise we will never speak of what you, or your mom or I have done tonight. I can't pretend I want that. I think you know what me and your mom both want. But you and your choices are the most precious thing in the world to me and I respect that more than anything else. I will never force you to do anything, my darling.' Another step closer. Karen realised her mom was approaching her but her mind was on fire. She had to leave. Just take one step back, Karen, her brain was screaming. For the sake of everything society has ever told you, this is wrong. This cannot be allowed to happen. This .. 'Karen?' It was Mom Amy. Her caring and wonderful mother, who just hours earlier, she had been abusing, both with her fingers and her callous words. She must like that sort of thing. She had a pleading look on her face, a face she had never seen before. Her mom Amy had always been a bit of a push-over before but still her parent and had disciplined her from time to time. Now the pet-like expression really came out in her face, as she fixed her with sad puppy dog eyes and said. 'Please do what you need to. We both just love you so much, more than anything else in the world ... I think now you see how much more we love you than anyone else has ever loved a daughter.' A tear began to roll down Karen's face and she was no longer still but shaking. When she spoke, it was high-pitched and wobbly, with a questioning intonation. 'But we can't ...' 'Why not?!' In a second flat, came back Taylor's fierce reply. She wasn't going to be stopped now by what other people said the three of them couldn't do. She knew Karen wanted this, she had seen her subconscious speak when she had sleepwalked out to pick up her mother's panties to masturbate over. She knew like mother, like daughter, all Karen wanted was the sweet touch of her family. 'Baby Karen, you are your Mom Amy's and mine. And nobody else's but your own. What happens in our house is our private heaven ... and baby, it can be heaven. Let us show you.' Karen turned her head and looked out the corridor. She could walk away, go into her room, take a sleeping pill, blare her loudest music in her headphones and it would all be over. After all, she'd been drinking so she'd probably wake up with no memory of the night's cataclysmic events. She had waited too long though. Looking down that corridor, Taylor's arm stretched out, interrupting her view and slowly took hold of the door, shutting it and sealing their fate. 'Wait!' Karen squeaked and Amy sat up in shock, her heart racing. Taylor's face sank and she let go of the door handle, leaving it slightly ajar and stepping back. It couldn't end here .. not now, not when she had come so close. She started at her daughter who was staring back with that rabbit-in-the headlights scared look on her face. Karen shut her eyes and gulped. When she opened them, she turned to the door and slowly pushed it shut. Amy let out a gasp, somewhere between relief, shock and sheer excitement. 'Mommies... tell me this is going to be OK?' Taylor, normally always there with a comforting answer, was so stunned that she couldn't collect her words. It was Amy who took the lead and stood up, walking over to her daughter, pulling her into a hug, and whispering in her ear. 'Baby, it's all gonna be fine. It's gonna be much more than fine. You've made me happier than you could possibly imagine. I love you!' Karen's tears were coming faster now and when she heard her mom say the last three words, she bucked and snorted a bit. Overcome with emotion, she also realised just how horny she was and was acutely aware that her mom was now naked and pressed against her. She could feel everything. And anything was possible now. Tentatively, she ran her hands down from her mom's back and cupped her ass cheeks. Amy giggled and Taylor noticed, finally coming round. 'How does Mommy feel Karen?' Karen took her time, kneading her mom's slightly sagging for her age flesh, feeling it wondrously and thinking how had she managed to go eighteen years without realising how bad she wanted to do this. Over Amy's shoulder in the hug, she could see Taylor's eyes loving the scene and answered. 'It feels incredible. Can I feel you too, Mommy?' The three of them giggled at that, and in that shared laughter, the relief drained out of all them. What had just been such a tense and life changing scenario was settling down, just about. All three hearts were still beating fast, but Karen felt more safe and comfortable here in her mother's arms while the other one watched. 'Of course you can darling, I want nothing more in the world. But first, I think you're a little overdressed.' Taylor joined her wife and daughter in their embrace, wrapping her arms round the two of them, her hands falling on her little girl's pert butt. Her hands roamed down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and sliding her fingers underneath the waistline of her panties. Karen shuddered in delight at the touch, and her mom Amy started to grind in between them, rubbing her ass against Taylor's body, with Taylor's hands pulling Karen in towards Amy, the three of them gyrating together in perfect, incestuous rhythm. Her mom was right, she was over dressed. Karen took a step back, looking at her two moms begin to play with each other as Taylor snaked a hand down between her wife's dripping thighs to fondle her clit. She didn't take her eye off the two of them as she slipped the spaghetti straps of her black dress down her shoulders, and the skimpy black material glided down her body, leaving her in just her lingerie. 'Let me help you with that', offered Taylor. 'Get on the bed, pet.' Amy nodded and slumped to her knees, then crawled over towards the double bed face down, before getting on it and lying on her stomach, watching her girls. Taylor took two steps towards her daughter and ran her fingers through her brown locks, pulled her lips towards her and kissed her deeply, her tongue ravaging her young mouth. Karen kissed back with the same fiery passion, grabbing her mom's ass and pulling her hips closer to hers, the heat coming from both of their crotches nearly burned the fabric of her panties. She was so wet, so turned on, that she didn't care anymore that it was her mother kissing her ... she just wanted to lose herself in the taboo. Taylor's hands untangled from Karen's hair and moved down from her neck to her shoulders to her back, where the bra strap was still annoyingly in place. Time to change that, and with a swift motion, the buckles were undone. Taylor stepped back, and as their bodies parted, the garment fell to the floor, leaving Karen's nipples bare. Amy looked at them in awe, thinking how desperately she wanted to suck them. Karen took the outstretched hand her mother offered and began to follow her to the bed. 'Wait!' Taylor turned and looked at her, to see her bending down, panties around her ankles before she kicked them over into the corner. 'Now, I'm ready.' 'We raised you so well', beamed Taylor. Mothers and daughter were all naked on the bed now, after Karen had joined them. She lay down in the middle, just as she had done when she was scared of the thunder and lightning as a child. It felt oddly safe being here again, in the maternal bed. Only this time with a lot less clothes and a lot more arousal. For a time, no one did anything. The three of them just lay there, almost unsure of where to go next. Taylor just wrapped her arms around her daughter, spooning her from behind with her face nuzzled into Karen's neck. Both of them faced Amy, who was staring lovingly into her daughter's eyes. Karen studied her mom Amy's body and all its contours. The pale skin glistening with sweat, flecked with drops of paint from where she had been ravished all night at the orgy in the Basement. The sheet was covered in dry paint, not that it mattered to any of them in that moment. Karen felt her mom Taylor gently brush past her rock-hard nipple, giving it a little loving squeeze. She sighed contentedly. 'So how does this work, Mommies?' 'What do you mean, honey?' 'You two. What do you do? Before tonight, I'd never done stuff with girls.' 'You want us to teach you?' 'Please...' 'Well, I think you know the basics honey.' Her fingers stopped fondling Karen's nipple and slowly traced down to her soaking centre, instantly targeting her clit and stroking softly. Karen moaned under her breath. 'You know that all too well. Why don't you do that to my, ... our pet.' 'Why do you call her pet?' Karen asked, unsure of how she felt about this derogatory term. 'She loves it. Don't you pet?' Amy nodded silently, a contented smile coming over her face. 'Your mother was born to serve others. She is a true submissive. Most people are dominant or submissive, honey. Some are not. But I sense you are a domme, like me. What do you think?' Karen wasn't sure at first, but that feeling of supreme power and control she had felt surging through her as she dominated the faceless pet in the Basement earlier was beginning to return. She had a pretty good idea. 'I think .. I'd be more dominant.' That sent twitches through Amy. It was everything she looked for in Taylor and everything she dreamed Karen would be. She offered herself up in a few words. 'Dominate me, darling. Dominate your mommy, pretty please.' Her words had a childlike ring to them, as if she was the child and Karen and Taylor were her parents. Amy reached out and took Karen's hand which was just laid out on the bed, and guided it to the heat coming from between her legs. Karen's breathing was become more and more shallow, as Amy held complete eye contact. Karen was shaking a little as the incest began. Even though she had licked her out and fucked Amy just hours ago, she had had no idea that it was her mother under that disguise. Now, her fingers were about to touch her mother's pussy and she was fully conscious. It sent shivers through her body. Taylor sensed her slight unease, and kissed her neck soothingly. 'You're doing so well, honey. Good girl. Good girl.' 'Goooooood giiiiirl', Amy moaned as Karen's finger landed delicately on her clit. 'Do you know what you're doing, honey?' Taylor questioned. 'Just imagine you're alone and you're playing with yourself. What would you do?' Karen gulped and thought about it. Amy released her hold on her wrist, leaving Karen to explore her mother's genitals for herself. Amy lay back on the bed and made eye contact with Taylor. Both of them smiled, watching Karen begin to make her way in their beautiful Sapphic world . 'Erm... I guess, I like to play with my clit most of all. Is that normal?' 'Of course, darling. But don't worry about normal. Is this, what we're doing here, normal?' 'No, hehe!' Karen giggled, continuing her stimulation of Amy's clit who just lay on the bed, writhing slowly in time with Karen's finger. 'When it comes to sex, your mother and I aren't very normal at all.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, we do some very ... taboo things, I suppose you'd call them. Don't judge us, honey, I hope you like them. For a start, two women isn't normal for some people. Let alone, three. So you can see how things that some people don't find normal can be absolutely gorgeous. You're a woman, you're supposed to like men, if you listen to some people. But look at that perfect female body, look at the pet's perfect nipples ... isn't that beautiful to you?' Karen murmured a yes under her breath, lost in the beauty of her naked mother. She noticed Amy was getting wetter as she was slowly picking up the pace of her soft stroking. Taylor continued. 'In answer to your question, we like a whole load of things. Anal sex is a big favourite. I don't know if you've ever done that. Obviously, as you can tell, we like incest fantasies. Used to like the fantasies.' As the words left her lips, she felt a sudden urge to kiss her daughter who had just become her lover, and she grabbed her breast firmly and squeezed while biting her neck sensuously. Karen gasped, her fingers stopping in their tracks, as all she could think about were Taylor's lips on her nape. In frustration, Amy grabbed her wrist again and directed her fingers to her hole. 'Finger fuck me baby, hard.' Like a child hastily obeying her mother when she had done wrong, Karen complied and ran a finger down her mommy's lips and slid her digit into Amy's pussy. 'Two, baby, come on two!' 'As you can see honey, the pet likes it a little rough. Trust me, you are not hurting or demeaning her in any way. She loves to be beaten, humiliated and degraded ... don't you you fucking whore?' Taylor's words shocked Karen but Amy just nodded, again with that contented expression on her face. Fair enough, thought Karen, as she slipped another finger in, and the two began to pump in and out of her mother. Taylor was still fondling her boob. 'Where were we? Oh yes, well another thing as you have just seen is your mother loves to be degraded and humiliated. It is like crack to her. Why don't you try?' Karen thought about it, puzzled. This was all so new to her.