****** My Daughter by Barbara ******
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My Daughter


She walked into the room. Wow, I thought. Leslie, my daughter, was a real
knockout. Her 34D breasts jiggled under her low-cut, tight top, and I could see
she was not wearing a bra. On her bottom, she had on a mini-skirt that gave me
a clear view of her g-string panties if she so much as leaned forward. No, I
thought to myself. Ever since my daughter had found out I was a lesbian, she
begged me to let her fuck me. But I resisted. I was not the sort of person who
does that. Incest was not an option. So, Leslie had been trying to fuck me and
had been resisting. But now, Leslie was on the verge of winning.

Three days ago, someone accessed my bank account and took all of my money. The
cops caught him yesterday, but they couldn't give me the money without a court
order, and I had no money to pay rent. So, Leslie and I had to move into this
small, run-down apartment until I got my salary. There was only one bedroom
with room for one bed, and, to make matters worse, there was only enough hot
water for one shower. This meant that Leslie and I had to share a bed and a
shower (we both had important business the next day and needed showers) and not
fuck.

"Still sure you don't want to-" Leslie asked.

"Yes," I said, not revealing my secret desire to fuck her brains out.

"OK." Leslie turned away from me and walked towards a heater vent.

"Hmm, this looks clogged," Leslie said to herself, and bent over to inspect it.
I almost came right there. Her g-string had been pushed to the side, and I saw
her wet pink cunt. Instinctively, I slid my hand down my dress and into my own
panties, and slid my fingers in and out of my pussy.

"There we go!" Leslie clapped her hands with satisfaction as she cleared the
vent. I promptly removed my hand from my pussy and wiped the juices on the back
of my dress.

"Let's have dinner," I offered, and we both went into the kitchen section of
the room.

During dinner, Leslie did her utmost to seduce me. She arranged her top so I
could see the tops of her areolas, and her stiff nipples had a visible effect
on her shirt. When she sat down, she lifted her skirt to give me a clear view
of her wet pussy.

"Wow!" Leslie exclaimed, "that was a great dinner. Mom, we both have to get up
early, let's take a shower and hit the sack." Oh, no, I thought, my mind racing
for an excuse.

"OK," I finally gave in, and we marched into the small bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, we both stripped. I was amazed at how much beauty I had
been refusing. Leslie just glanced at my evidently wet pussy and smiled.

"Oh, Mom, I forgot to tell you. I've got to milk both my boobs in the shower if
I am going to have them ready for my 'meeting' at Joan's," Leslie lied. Damn
it! Leslie knew I loved the milk of another woman. Well, it's just a matter of
time. We got into the shower. I took the right side and Leslie took the left. I
immediately turned to the wall and began washing myself. Leslie did the same.
About halfway through, I heard Leslie stop scrubbing, pick up a container, and
start milking one of her boobs. I held my breath as I silently came. I wiped my
pussy, pretending to be washing, and cleaned up my juices. Amazingly, I
actually managed not to get fucked in the shower. I was out of the shower,
pondering my good luck, when Leslie said it.

"Say, Mom, don't we need to wash and dry our clothes for tomorrow?" Oh no, I
thought. She's right, we can't wear dirty clothes tomorrow, and we have nothing
to sleep in. Oh well, I guess we're sleeping nude. I put the clothes in the
washer/dryer and started it. Then I went back to Leslie and said, "You go to
sleep, I need to use the john." Leslie took her purse and walked into the
bedroom.

I closed the bathroom door, my breathing heavy. Almost immediately, an orgasm
rocked my body, my pussy dripping. Needing more, I moved my fingers in and out
of my pussy, and fondled one of my breasts. Then I saw the jar that Leslie had
used to hold her milk. The milk was still in it. I had an idea. I poured the
milk into my pussy and let it mix with my juices as I fondled my breasts. When
I came I was careful to catch the mixture in the jar, and, without thinking,
drank it down. Damn that tasted good! Deciding that was enough, I went into the
bedroom, snuggled close to Leslie, and went to sleep.

The next part of the evening I can only guess about from the results and
Leslie's account of the evening. Leslie took out her modified double ended
dildo. The dildo was not normal. It had a tunnel through the middle that pumped
pussy juices through. Leslie stuck one end into her pussy and then waited for
me to fall into a deep sleep. When I was in a deep sleep Leslie took some of
her milk that she had saved and poured it into the dildo. Then, she started to
fuck me, pumping her juices and milk deep into my snatch. We both came many
times without me waking up. After her third orgasm, she got on top of me and
continued to fuck me. That was when I woke up.

"Huh... Leslie?! No! Yes! Oh Yes! Yessss!!!" Another orgasm rocked my body.
When I woke up Leslie was a little surprised, but then, all of a sudden, milk
started flowing out of her tits. I eagerly drank the milk up. After about three
hours of orgasms, pussy-licking, and lactation, we fell asleep.

The next morning when I woke up Leslie had already eaten breakfast. I went to
the washer/dryer and put on my clothes. When I returned to the kitchen area, I
got out the milk, and Leslie said, "No, let me feed you." Leslie then took off
her shirt and pushed me into her tit. As I drank Leslie's milk, I took off my
panties. We both started masturbating one another as I drank. When I had my
fill, she put her shirt on and we left for work. Tonight's gonna be hot, I
thought...

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