Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 21:19:12 -0600
From: Suzanne M <combatbooties@hotmail.com>
Subject: Serendipity-1

SERENDIPITY - 1         by     Suzanne

(F/f, inc)

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                                              SERENDIPITY


     Lacey arrived home from the dentist appointment with a sore mouth.  She
had her teeth cleaned, and it always made her mouth sore for a day or so
afterward.  Her mouth would be tender the entire weekend, but she had no
plans anyway.

     She pulled into the driveway and opened the garage door with the
remote, then pulled the car inside and closed the door.  She sat for a
minute thinking about the evening meal she would be preparing in a while.
On these teeth-cleaning occasions, she usually prepared something easy to
eat.  Today she thought it would be a pot of vegetable soup.  It was Fall,
and the air contained a crispness, denoting the approaching winter.  Yes,
she thought soup would be a good choice today.

     Lacey gathered her purse, emerged from the car, and went inside.  She
dropped her purse on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator to check
the vegetable drawer.  Plenty of veggies for the soup, she noted, and got
them out to wash and dice.

     As she began washing the vegetables, she started thinking about her
family.  Her husband, James, was away on one of his frequent business trips,
and their daughter, Serena, would be home from school soon.  She thought
back to her wedding day 14 years earlier, remembering how elegant she felt
in her bridal gown, and how handsome James looked in his tuxedo.  It was a
most special day in her life, indeed, ranking just behind the birth of
Serena, who was now about to turn 12.

     She thought back to that day when she brought her bundle of joy into
the world, and remembered the feelings of pride, happiness, and most of all
the love she felt for her.  Lacey was a very contented woman.  Contented,
yes, but only consciously.  She picked up a stalk of celery and began
cutting it into small pieces.

     Serena and Ashley, her best friend, alighted from the school bus, said
goodbye to one another, and headed toward their houses.  Serena was in a
very cheerful mood, because she had won a part in the annual middle school
Thanksgiving program, and she was eager to tell her mother.

     She entered the house and dropped her book bag and other things on the
hall tree, then went toward the kitchen, where she expected to find her
mother.  She called out to her.

     "Mom, are you home yet?"

     Lacey called back to her.  "Yes, honey, I'm in the kitchen!"

     Serena hurried into the kitchen and bounded over to her mother,
throwing her arms around her as she stood behind her.  Without realizing it,
she put a hand on one of Lacey's breasts.  "Mom, I got a part in the
Thanksgiving program!!"

     Lacey put down the knife and started to turn around to her daughter.
As she did so, they both became aware that Serena had her hand on her
mother's breast.

     "Oops!  Sorry Mom."  Serena was a little embarrassed.

     "Oh, honey, it's okay.  We're both girls, remember."  Lacey pulled
Serena to her and hugged her tightly.  "I'm so happy for you, honey!"

     "Thanks, Mom.  I'm really glad I got a part.  Not many sixth graders
get parts, so I feel pretty lucky."

     "What part do you have?  Is it a big part?"

     "I'm one of the Indian maidens.  I don't get to say anything, but at
least I'm in the program.  Now Ashley is all mad at me because she didn't
get a part."

     "Well, honey, I think you'll make a very beautiful Indian maiden.  I
was just fixing some vegetables to make a soup, but I have a better idea.
How about if we go out to dinner and celebrate?  Does that sound like fun?"

     "Oh, yes, Mom!  I would like that very much!  Where should we go?"

     "Well, it's your big night, so you decide."

     "Okay, I'll think about it while I get ready.  When do you want to go?"

     "Well, it's now 4:30.  How about if we go around six?"

     "Sure, that sounds great to me.  Thanks, Mom! I love you!"  Serena
threw her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly.  Lacey felt her
nipples getting hard as Serena's b-cup breasts pressed into hers.  She
thought she must be imagining the feeling between her legs.  She let go of
Serena and turned to put away the vegetables and the other things.  "I'll
just put these things back, and we can have the soup tomorrow."

     Serena went to her room to decide what to wear for dinner.  As she
walked out of the kitchen, she was thinking about her mother's big breasts
and how soft they felt pressed against her own.  She really liked her
mother's soft body.  She liked being held and hugged.  It made her feel safe
and warm.

     As Lacey put away the things in the kitchen, she became aware of the
moisture in her crotch, and it puzzled her.  Surely her daughter's touch and
closeness wasn't the cause, she thought.  She dismissed her thoughts and
finished up before going to her room to get ready.

     Around 6:00 p.m. they were ready to go.  Serena had settled on a
Chinese restaurant, The House of Joi,  which was one of her favorite places.
  Lacey also enjoyed its cuisine, so they both looked forward to a good
meal.

     Lacey and Serena were seated at a table for two, off in a recessed
area.  It afforded them a fair amount of privacy, and they were able to talk
freely without concern for the other patrons.  The restaurant was busy, so
the drone of other conversations muffled their spirited exchange which
centered around the program and other school activities Serena was involved
in.

     Lacey wondered about costumes.  "Honey, do you need any special kind of
costume?"

     "Well, I guess so, kind of.  Mrs. Peterson told me that I should see if
we could find a dress with fringe, and some moccasins.  I told her that we
probably don't have anything like that at home.  We don't, do we?"

     "No, I'm afraid we don't, honey.  How fancy does it have to be?  I can
probably make something that would be acceptable."

     "Could you, Mom?  That would be wonderful if you could.  It wouldn't
have to be anything special, just as long as I look like an Indian in it."

     "I'll tell you what.  Tomorrow we'll go to work on it and see what we
can come up with.  I'm sure we will be able to make a very pretty Indian
maiden of you."  Lacey reached over and put her hand on Serena's leg and
squeezed her thigh.  Serena placed her hand over her mother's and held it in
place for a bit before letting go.

     Serena reached over for a fortune cookie and broke it open to get at
the message inside.  Lacey looked on with anticipation.  "What does it say,
honey?"

     Serena got it unfolded and read:  "Your happiness today will be made
ten-fold."

     "What does it mean, Mom?"

     "Well, I'd say that soon you should feel ten times as happy as you do
today, if we interpret it literally."

     "Gosh, I don't know how it would be possible for me to feel any happier
than I do right now."

     Lacey paid the check and they prepared to leave.  "Would you like to do
anything else while we're out?  Maybe a movie, or something?  What about
looking for those moccasins?"

     "No, thanks Mom.  We can look for the moccasins later.  I'm very glad
that we came to dinner together, though.  I wish we could do this more
often."

     "Well, honey, there's really no reason why we can't.  Maybe we'll just
make this an every Friday event.  How does that sound?"  Lacey put her arm
around Serena's shoulders as they walked to the car.

     "Oh, Mom I really love you!!  You make me so happy!!  Maybe that's what
the fortune cookie meant, that you would make me feel ten times happier!"

     On the way home, Serena leaned over against her mother, snuggling up to
her side.  Lacey put her arm around her and pulled her close.  "I love you
very much, honey!  I'm so proud of you!"  Serena smiled and snuggled as
close as possible.

     Lacey pulled the car into the garage and closed the door.  They sat
still for a minute, Serena still snuggled close.  Lacey had her arm around
her daughter's neck, and her hand hung down and rested on Serena's breast.
Lacey absent-mindedly squeezed and fondled it, much as she would do her own.
  Serena snapped her out of her reverie.  "Umm... Mom?"

     "What dear?  Oh!  Oh, sorry honey."  It was Lacey's turn to be a little
embarrassed.

     "Oh, Mom, it's okay.  We're both girls, remember."  She giggled as she
paraphrased her mother's words from earlier that day.  They both giggled and
went inside.  Serena noticed on the way in that her nipples were hard and
she tingled a little between her legs.  She thought it was a very nice
feeling.

     Later, in bed, she was thinking about her mother in a different way
than usual.  This time she was having sexual thoughts and soon found herself
too aroused to turn back.  She put a hand inside her pajamas and began
rubbing herself.  The slickness of her mostly hairless pussy was very
sensuous, and she soon was in the throes of an intense orgasm.

     Meanwhile, Lacey was asleep, and dreaming.  Her dream was a recurring
one, in which she finds herself sitting on a fallen tree trunk in a wooded
area.  As she is sitting there, a young girl appears.  She is crying and
says she is lost.  Lacey takes the girl in her arms and holds her on her
lap, telling her soothingly that all is well and to dry her tears.  She
tells the girl that she will get her home safely.  The girl begins to relax,
feeling safe and secure.  She snuggles against Lacey as she feels the
woman's hands caressing her body.  A kind of fog surrounds them, and when it
clears, Lacey is lying on the ground with the girl straddling her face.
Lacey's tongue is pressed into the girl's vagina.  She looks up at the
girl's face, and is shocked to see that it now is the face of her daughter,
Serena.  Lacey  awakened from the dream with a start.  It is the same every
time.

     This night was no different.  As she lay there recalling the events of
her dream, she masturbated to an overpowering orgasm.  It was the same every
time.  Same dream, same result.

     The dream confused her.  She told herself that she had no sexual desire
for her own daughter.  How could that be possible, she wondered?  What could
be causing this dream, which kept repeating itself over and over?  Was she
going insane?  These questions would plague her every time, but every time
she would put it out of her mind, force it out of her mind.  The morning
would bring a clean slate, and the dread and apprehension of the night would
be gone.

     The next morning during breakfast, Lacey studied Serena's face for any
telltale signs that she knew of her mother's incestuous dream.  Like all the
other mornings, she detected nothing out of the ordinary.  Occasionally
Serena would notice her mother looking at her and ask what was wrong.  Lacey
would usually comment on her daughter's beauty, telling her how much
prettier the beauty mark on her cheek made her appear.  Serena always glowed
warmly when her mother commented on her looks.  It made her feel good
inside; it gave her a stronger sense of confidence.

     After breakfast Lacey went to her sewing room to look through some
material for something suitable to make the program costume.  Serena came
into the room just as Lacey was unfolding some material.  "How does this
look, honey?"  She held it up for Serena to see.

     "That looks good, Mom.  I think that will make a good costume."

     Lacey refolded the material and laid it on the sewing machine.  "We
will need to get all your measurements before we start.  Let's go over by
the cutting table so I can measure you."  They both stepped over to the
table, and Lacey picked up the tape measure.  "Take off your robe, honey."

     Serena took off her robe and removed her pajamas.  Lacey saw that she
wasn't wearing a bra.  "Oh, honey you'll have to put on a bra before we
measure your chest.  Run and get one."  Serena went to her room for a bra.

     While she was gone, Lacey sat thinking about her daughter's body.  She
certainly was growing up, and out, too.  The moisture between her legs
started up once again.

     Serena returned and Lacey got all the measurements.  As she did so, she
noticed the stained crotch of her daughter's panties, along with the
familiar faint scent of arousal.  She thought it must be her imagination.

     Lacey worked on the costume a good portion of the day, off and on.
Finally at about 4:00 p.m. it was done except for the fringe.  Serena had
tried it on two or three times during the making of it, and now she needed
to try the finished product.  She had remained in her robe the entire day,
mainly so that she wouldn't have to remove her clothing several times for
the fittings.  She slipped the dress over her head and pulled it down in
place.  Lacey eyed her for a minute then told her to raise her arms so that
she could see how much it traveled up her legs.  The dress struck her
slightly above mid-thigh with her arms extended upward.  Lacey gazed at
Serena's thighs for a bit, then had her drop her arms.  She went around
behind and looked at the back, then put her hands under her daughter's arms
and felt the seams for any bunching.  As she did so, her fingers passed over
the sides of Serena's breasts.  The girl's nipples instantly hardened from
the contact.

     Lacey continued moving her hands down to Serena's waist and on down to
her hips, feeling the material for puckers or other imperfections.  "Well,
it seems to be okay.  How does it feel, honey?"

     "It feels great!  Thank you so much for making this, Mom!  I love you
very much!"  Serena threw her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly,
their breasts pressing together.  As they hugged, Lacey felt her nipples
harden and the tingling in her crotch.  There was no mistaking it this time.
  She pulled back from her daughter and sat down on a chair.  Her face felt
flushed, and her heart was beating more rapidly than normal.  Surely I'm not
becoming physically attracted to my own daughter, she told herself.

     Serena was disappointed when her mother broke their embrace and sat
down.  She was enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together.  It was
beginning to excite her, and she wanted it to continue.  She noticed the
flush on her mother's face and her rapid breathing.  She wondered if her
mother was having the same feelings.

     "Mom, are you okay?  You look so red.  Do you feel okay?"

     "Um, yes honey, I'm fine.  You better take that off so I can finish
sewing the hem."

     Serena looked at her for a minute, then pulled off the dress.  She
stood there in her bra and panties for a bit before putting on her robe.
Lacey thought she detected a wetness in the crotch of Serena's panties.

     James called that evening after dinner.  Lacey was happy to hear from
him again.  Talking to her husband helped her to regain some focus on their
relationship, and it helped to clear her mind of some thoughts which kept
surfacing every time she would look at Serena.

     After Lacey had finished talking to her husband, it was Serena's turn.
She excitedly told him about her part in the upcoming Thanksgiving program
and about the costume.  He told her how proud he felt and how eager he would
be to see the program.

     Serena had overheard the conversation between her parents, well at
least her mother's end of it.  She went over to where her mother was sitting
and sat down beside her.  "Mom, can I ask you a question?"

     Lacey put down the paper and turned to her daughter.  "Sure, honey.
What is it?"

     "You love Dad very much, don't you?"

     "Yes I do.  Why do you ask?"

     "Well, I was just sitting here thinking about you and Dad and all of
us, and I was wondering how did you know when you were in love with him?"

     "Oh, well, let's see..."  Lacey sat thinking for a minute, then
continued.  "I first saw your father the first day of classes in my
sophomore year of college.  I was a little late getting to the class, and
the instructor went into the room just as I got there.  I followed him in
and sat down in an empty seat near the door.  It turned out that your father
was sitting in the seat next to me.  I had been sitting there for a few
minutes before I looked over to see who was next to me.  When I saw his
face, I felt something inside, something strange but very nice.  He looked
up from his notepad and smiled at me, then went back to making notes.  I was
attracted to him instantly."

     "You fell in love with him right then?"

     "Oh, no.  That didn't happen for quite some time.  He didn't ask me for
a date until exactly 17 days later.  We went for coffee on our first date.
No, I didn't fall in love with him until our third date.  He was telling me
about a social service project that his dorm was doing, something that he
had organized and had gotten started.  It was a project to help senior
citizens with no money to pay their utility bills.  That's when I knew that
I was in love with him.  I knew by that how good his heart is, and I fell
madly in love with him.  Your father is a very special person, honey."

     "Gosh, Mom, I'm so lucky.  I have the best Mom and Dad, and I love both
of you so much!!"  Serena leaned over to her mother and put her arms around
her.  Lacey reached over and pulled Serena close to her and kissed her
cheek.  "And we have the best daughter anyone could ever hope for, and we
love you very, very much."  Lacey took her daughter's face and held it
between her hands and kissed her on the lips, a very soft kiss, with just
their lips touching.  She pulled back just enough for their lips to lose
contact, but Serena leaned in and kissed her mother in the same manner.
When they parted, both felt their hearts beating rapidly.

     Serena sat back and said, "Wow, Mom!!  Kissing you is so cool!!!" Lacey
looked at her, feeling her heart brimming with love.  She felt the urge to
take her in her arms and kiss her again, this time with much more passion
and feeling.  But she resisted the urge, reminding herself that these
feelings were inappropriate.  Instead,  she gave her a big smile and went
into the kitchen for a glass of water, and to get herself under control.

     Later that evening Lacey had gotten ready for bed and was sitting at
the vanity brushing her hair when Serena appeared at the doorway.  She was
wearing her flannel pajamas with the feet, and Lacey thought she looked very
beautiful as she looked at her in the mirror.

     "Hi Mom.  Can I come in?"

"Sure honey.  What's on your mind?"

     "Mom, how will I know when I'm in love?"

     "How will you know when you're in love?  Well, I guess a number of
things happen to let you know when you're in love.  I suppose the main thing
is that the person you care about causes you to feel a great joy in your
heart.  Everything they do for you and with you is a source of great
happiness to you.  You'll feel like hugging them all the time, being near
them, talking to them, listening to them.  You'll feel that you can't live
without them.  Why are you asking me about this?  You are still too young to
be having this kind of interest in boys, you know."

     "Yes, I know.  I just was wondering.  How old were you when you first
knew you were in love?"

     "Well, I really believe that your father is my one true love.  There
was a boy in high school who I thought I loved but it turned out not to be
that way.  We cared for each other a lot, but we really weren't in love.
Yes, your father is my only love, honey."

     "What about other people?  Ummm, you know, ummm what about girls?"

     "What do you mean?"

     "Well, you know, two girls.  Is it the same for girls who love other
girls?"

     Lacey was taken aback by this question.  She wasn't sure how to answer
it, and sat silently for a minute.

     "Well, honey, I'm not sure how to answer you.  I suppose it probably is
the same for two girls as it would be for a boy and girl."  Lacey's heart
had begun to beat harder.  Was her daughter trying to tell her something?
"What made you ask this kind of question, honey?"

     "Well, I was just wondering how it might be between two girls."  She
giggled a bit and blushed a little as she realized what her mother was
implying.  "Mom, do you think I like girls?"

     "Well, I am wondering.  Do you think you like girls instead of boys?"

     This time Serena was silent for a minute before answering.  "Well, I
don't know for sure.  I hear a lot of the other girls always talking about
boys, but I don't care much for boys."

     "Well, that's pretty normal for a girl your age.  I wouldn't worry
about it, honey.  As you get older, you'll know more about those feelings.
There's lots of time for that later."  While they had been talking, Lacey
had shifted around in the chair so that she was mostly facing Serena.  Her
nightgown had a fitted bodice, and it accentuated her breasts.  Her nipples
were quite visible through the material.  She noticed that Serena had been
staring at her chest nearly the whole time.  Seeing her daughter looking at
her breasts made her nipples begin to swell, and they showed very plainly.
She turned in the chair, back toward the vanity, in an attempt to break her
daughter's gaze.  Without knowing why, she impulsively asked, "Honey, I
noticed that you have been looking at my breasts.  Is there anything you
want to ask about them, or just about breasts in general?"

     Serena's face turned red and she moved around a little where she was
sitting on the bed.  "I'm sorry, Mom.  I didn't mean to look at you."  She
looked down at the floor as she said this, blushing brightly now.

     "Oh honey, don't be embarrassed.  It's normal for girls to look at
their mothers and other girls that way.  I expect a lot of the girls in your
class look at you, too.  Your breasts are growing very quickly, you know."

     "Yes,  I've noticed some of the girls looking at me.  It makes me feel
a little funny when they do.  Ashley says they are jealous of us because we
are more developed than they are.  They really stare at Ashley, she's so
big."

     Lacey thought about Ashley, remembering how mature her body was
getting.  Ashley's breasts were very large indeed.  "Yes, Ashley is very
well developed.  At the rate she's growing, she's going to be very big."
Lacey thought for a second, then asked, "You and Ashley are good friends
now, aren't you?  Do you like hanging out with her?"

     "Yeah, we're pretty good friends now.  She didn't used to be so nice to
me, but I guess I really didn't know her very well before.  We have a lot of
fun together.  You know, Mom, she's a little bold sometimes.  She kind of
teases the guys with her boobs.  She doesn't show herself, that's not what I
mean.  She just likes to tease them because most of the guys are always
looking at her.  She could have any guy she wanted."

     "Well, I hope you don't take up her habit.  It's not a good thing to be
that way, honey.  Ashley should learn that what she does makes her look like
she's not a nice girl.  Just keep that in mind when you are with her and she
starts acting that way.  Maybe she isn't the best choice for a friend if
she's going to act like that."

     "Oh, Mom, she's not a bad girl.  Lots of the girls do the same thing.
The guys like it.  Nobody really means anything by it.  Ashley just likes to
tease a little, that's all.  And, don't worry.  I'm not going to start doing
it.  I don't want those guys to be hanging all over me, anyway, and I don't
intend to encourage them any."

     Lacey now noticed that Serena was looking at her reflection in the
vanity mirror and could see her erect nipples showing through the nightgown.
  She noticed that Serena had unconsciously dropped her hand into her lap,
and her fingers rested in her crotch.

     "Um, honey, do you know any girls who like other girls?"  Lacey looked
at her daughter's face reflected in the mirror.  Serena shifed her gaze so
that her eyes weren't looking into her mother's.

     "Um, well, Ashley told me about these two girls in our history class
who she said were caught kissing in the bathroom, but I don't know if that
really happened.  I don't actually know any girl who likes other girls,
though.  Do you know any women who like other women?"

     Lacey was becoming a little flushed and excited by the direction the
conversation was moving.  On the one hand, she wanted to continue talking
about the subject, but on the other hand, she was afraid of what she might
say or even do, and was really hoping that Serena would drop it and move on
to something else.  "I don't think I know anyone right now.  I have my
suspicions about one or two of the women I've met at the gym, but that's
about all."

     Serena's ears perked up, and she wanted to know more.  "Well, have you
ever known any girl who liked other girls?"

     Lacey knew she needed to curtail this subject, but for some reason she
wanted to continue.  "Well, I knew three girls in college who were having a
relationship."

     "Three?  You mean all three liked each other?"

     "Yes, they were all friends."

     "I don't think I understand.  How could all three of them like each
other?  You know, like girlfriends."

     "I'm not sure how that worked, but they did like each other and were
always together."

     "Did you ever see them doing anything?"

     Lacey was caught up in the erotic spirit of her memories.  "Yes, I saw
them doing things.  I went into the bathroom one night and caught two of
them kissing and fondling each other.  They quickly moved apart when I
entered the room, but I saw enough to know what they were up to."

     "Wow!  You mean they were making out with each other?"

     "Yes, that's what they were doing.  I didn't stick around in there for
long, just long enough to brush my teeth and wash my face, then I left."

     "What did they look like?"

     "Well, they were actually very pretty girls.  They looked just like any
other girl.  There wasn't anything particular about any of them that would
make you think they were different.  I knew one of them pretty well, and she
was really a very nice girl.  I liked her very much as a friend."

     Serena was eager to hear more about these girls.  She sat on the edge
of the bed as her mother talked.  "Um...umm, Mom, umm, did you, umm, did you
ever do anything with that one girl?"

     By this time Lacey's panty crotch was very wet from her arousal, and
she was feeling naughty.  She had become very excited and really wanted to
masturbate herself to an orgasm to relieve some of the stress which had
built up as they talked.  "If I tell you, you have to promise me that you
won't tell a soul.  Promise?"

   "Yes, I promise!  Tell me what happened!"

     Lacey looked at her daughter's face and saw haw excited she was.
Serena had unconsciously crossed her legs, trapping her hand between them.
Her mother noticed this and was very tempted to put her hand between her own
legs.  "Well, okay.  I'll tell you, but you better not ever tell anyone
else."

     "I won't tell, Mom.  I promise."

     Lacey glanced over to the door as if to make certain that no one was
there to hear her.  She began speaking in a hushed tone.  "One weekend
Cheryl and I, Cheryl was the girl's name,  one weekend Cheryl and I were in
the dorm by ourselves.  The other two had gone away for the weekend.  This
was on a Friday night, and we had gone to a movie.  We were acting pretty
silly on the way home, slapping each other on the butt and such as that.
This continued until we got in our dorm room.  Cheryl was ahead of me as we
walked into our room, and I reached out to smack her butt.  Just as I was
ready to do it, she suddenly turned around and my hand landed on her stomach
right above her crotch.  She grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch and
asked me to rub her.  Well, you can imagine how shocked I was for a minute.
I started to pull my hand away, but she held it in place and again asked me
to rub her.  I didn't know what to do, so I just started rubbing her through
her slacks.  As I did that, she leaned over a little and kissed me, then put
her hand on my breast.  I don't really know what came over me, but the whole
thing was so erotic and thrilling, and I just kind of let myself go.  Before
I knew it we were both undressed and on the bed, making out like crazy."
Lacey paused here, and Serena's eyes were bright with excitement.  She asked
her mother to tell her more, but Lacey was reluctant to go into any detail
about their lovemaking that night.  Serena kept begging her for more, and
finally she relented.

     "Oh, honey, I shouldn't be telling you about this.  It was a long time
ago and something that I had mostly forgotten.   Please don't make me tell
you any more."

     "Oh, please, Mom!!  Please tell me what happened!!  I promise I won't
ever tell anyone!"  Serena's hand was moving imperceptibly between her legs
by this time.  Lacey saw it and knew she couldn't resist going on.

     "Well, I'll tell you what we did, but I won't give you a play-by-play
description of it.  Okay?"  Without waiting for Serena's response, she
continued.  "We laid on the bed kissing and hugging for a while, then Cheryl
put her hand on my vagina and began to rub it.  God, honey, it felt so
wonderful, and I didn't want her to stop.  I started doing the same to her,
and pretty soon we both were about ready to climax.  Suddenly she disengaged
herself and moved down to my crotch and put her mouth on me."

     Serena interrupted excitedly.  "What did that feel like!!?"

     "I have to admit that it felt incredible.  I had never felt anything so
fantastic before.  She kept her mouth on me until I climaxed, and then she
positioned herself on me for me to do the same to her, and I did.  Okay,
that's all.  I'm not going to say any more."

     Serena's fingers were working between her legs, and then she became
conscious of what she was doing to herself.  She quickly pulled her hand
away from herself and turned bright red again.  Her mother moved over beside
her on the bed and put her arm around her shoulders.  "Don't be embarrassed
about that, honey.  Masturbating is a normal part of growing up.  I did it
when I was young, and I suspect that most all girls do it.  In fact, I still
do it."

  Lacey's confession had elicited strong erotic feelings in Serena as she
shamelessly pressed her fingers against herself while her mother looked on.
"Oh, Mom, I really like making the good feelings for myself.  And I'm glad
to know that you like it, too."  The movement of her fingers became more
insistent, and she moved her hand inside her pajama bottom.

     Her mother urged her to give herself the release which she so
desperately sought.  "Go ahead, honey.  Show mommy how you make yourself
feel good."

     Serena succumbed to the forces working within her body and started
rubbing her clit with fierce abandon.   Within seconds her orgasm overtook
her and she groaned in pleasure as the walls of her vagina contracted over
and over until she lay back on the bed, spent and gratified.  Her mother lay
down next to her, taking Serena in her arms and kissing her tenderly and
lovingly on her face and lips.  After a few minutes of recovery, Serena
began to return her mother's affection with equal fervor, and soon their
bodies were pressed tightly together as their passions grew to uncontrolled
lust.

     "Mom, I love you!"  Serena was clutching her mother tightly as they
kissed each other.  Lacey felt Serena's hands move up to her chest and begin
kneading her breasts.  "Oh, honey," Lacey whispered, "suck Mommy's breasts
for her.  Make Mommy feel good."

     Serena moved her head to Lacey's chest and began sucking her nipples
through the material of the nightgown.  Lacey's nipples were so swollen they
felt as if they were about to explode.  "Suck hard, honey!  Suck Mommy's
nipples hard!"

     Soon the top of Lacey's nightgown was soaked with Serena's saliva.
Lacey's pussy was on fire by now, and she was fingering herself furiously as
Serena sucked her nipples.  "Oh, yes baby!  You are making Mommy feel so
good!  Mommy is about to cum for you, honey!  Keep sucking and Mommy will
cum for you!!  Oooohhhhhhhh baby, oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!!!  Mommy is cumming
for her baby!!  Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

     They lay in silence together, too exhausted to move.  After a bit,
Serena propped herself up on one elbow and looked lovingly into her mother's
eyes.  "Mom, I think I know what that fortune cookie meant."

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