Adventures Of Jade free porn video

Jade turned out to be very shy. A
late bloomer really. It was not until her first year of
college that she started physically developing to match
her age. And develop she did. Although she always had the
beautiful green cat-eyes, her long and skinny frame
started taking on dangerous curves at age 18. She was
almost 22 now. The good looks and the great body came too
late to give her confidence through her school years, but
she was pleased nonetheless.

Her mother had gone through the same thing. Even though
'mom' had c***dren very early, she had not fully
developed into the stunner that she was until her late
teens. Astrid always told Jade that one day she would
come to appreciate and prefer the late bloomer way, after
all, does not a fine wine
take time also?

At 5' 10" and 125 pounds, Jade's thick, wild dark hair
cascaded halfway down her muscled back, to a now perfect
ass below. Her smile could ignite tinder, but she was
careful who she gave it to. Was it the intense workouts
that finally triggered her to blossom, or was it just her
time? Whatever the case, she seemed happier now than
during her school years, and her confidence was building.
Getting her phys ed degree took 4 years of strenuous work
and discipline, but the new job offer seemingly made it
all worthwhile, and meant she would soon be able to move
out on her own and start a career. She wanted freedom
from the perceived weight of her upbringing, her fathers
imposed discipline, and the regularity of 'sameness' in
her life.

Jade's mother was only 13 when she gave birth to her (no
she wasn't trailer trash), and raised both Jade and her
sister Jenna (now 15) mostly by herself. Her husband was
killed in a friendly-fire chopper incident during the
Gulf War. He managed to instill the military discipline
on his family before his untimely cessation. Although
Astrid did a wonderful job bringing the two girls up
these last 10 years, it was not easy, and both ended up
shy like their mother, yet strong in their subtleness.

Jenna was as beautiful as her sister Jade. Even though
only 15, she was just starting to develop. At 5' 7" and
105 pounds, her long blonde locks and baby blues were
beginning to get her noticed. Their mother had made them
aware of the dangers of getting tied down too early, and
due to their strict upbringing, Jenna had not had any
dates to speak of, and Jade had only a few that quickly
burned themselves out. Otherwise the girls were quite
normal. Except for one thing (well maybe several things)!

The first thing that was unusual about this whole family
was that their sexual fantasies tended to gravitate
towards girls, as much or more, than toward boys. Neither
shared this with anyone, including each other. Certainly
the sisters were still virgins, as there was no sexual
expression with boys, so far. Astrid made sure her
daughters had a firm spiritual base as well. Good
catholic-school girls just like their mom. At 35, Astrid
their mother, was definitely bi. She had never even
admitted that to herself. The labels had frightened her
enough to (mostly) stick to the male of the species, in
spite of the directions her fantasies often took her.

Though Jade and her mom dated occasionally, both were
currently in between men. No man seemed good enough, nor
interesting enough to warrant more than a passing
interest. Astrid tried to keep busy after the loss of her
husband, and did not actively pursue a new relationship.
The girls had it rough for a few years after 'daddy's'
departure, then seemed to find the strength to go on
without too much apparent damage. Jenna was only six or
seven when he never returned. She was shyest in the
family. Having model looks would make the current problem
temporary for her at best. Jade was more affected, but
managed to hide behind the discipline, and heavy
activity.

Jade's excitement was hard to contain. She was accepted
at the St. Beave all-girl catholic school. Tomorrow she
would start teaching Phys Ed, to 7th through 10th grade
girls. Their final two years of high school would be
completed at an affiliated catholic finishing school.
Launching her career with this, her very first job, was
creating serious butterflies in her stomach. Being that
she was going to teach Phys Ed, ALSO meant 'showers'! You
see, in high school she began to notice her female shower
classmates. Because of her shyness, her curious looks at
select classmates were brief at best. She tried to be
discreet. Being pretty made it easier to be above
suspicion.

Nevertheless, a very frustrating experience indeed. Those
budding breasts and pubic areas would draw her gaze and
tease her senses. But mostly they fueled her masturbatory
fantasies! Was she abnormal? Jade certainly felt like a
normal teenager. Of course she never acted out on any of
those urges. College too was a blur of activity, so she
did not pursue 'the call of the senses' there either.
Good focus led to good grades, and proper accreditation.
She did dream of the coming freedoms a steady job would
offer.

Free to even pursue a relationship, perhaps. Sometimes
she fantasised about boys, and sometimes the girls, very
young girls. Playing with herself at home was not always
possible when her body demanded it. Often either s*s or
mom were around, and even though all were fortunate
enough to have their own rooms, Jade never felt all that
comfortable 'doing' it at home. Now here comes a job that
would allow her to make enough money to live on her own,
AND maybe even look at other young girls exercise and
shower! Perhaps even provide opportunity to discreetly
touch! All harmless fun.

With her own place, she would then be able to relive the
day's events in private, and whenever necessary, pleasure
herself. The thoughts kept her quite permanently wet in
the days following the fateful phone call. 'Did any of
these errant desires lead to my choice of career?' Jade
half wondered. She certainly felt some guilt about
enjoying the appearance of both sexes.

Physically, Jade's biological development had (seemingly)
come behind schedule, but incredibly, her sex drive was
wide awake by age five or six. Even though she didn't
know what she had discovered at that age, she kept it to
herself, and continued to give her body pleasure, more
and more frequently. Of course mom caught her 'doing it'
on more than one occasion (unbeknownst to Jade), but mom
thought it was a perfectly normal thing for her daughter
to do, and so kept it under her hat. Astrid still did it
herself almost every day, perhaps she passed on the
'incessant frigging'-gene to her daughter. Quite harmless
fun for all.

Jade was in her room laying out clothes for the day to
come. The first day of work at St Beave. She stood only
in pumps in front of the large mirrors in her bedroom,
and took inventory of her body. Her image stared back at
her with those rare electric-green cat-eyes. Jade knew
that at school she would be on display to all. She had to
set the best example. Though shy, she somewhat liked the
idea of being on display to (hopefully) admiring eyes.
She looked for physical flaws in her reflection now...
but could find none. Her muscles had much definition and
tone. 'I could use a tan though' she mused. Her
complexion was fair, and she did not feel comfortable to
sunbathe in front of her mom and sister, so she made a
mental note to find a tanning salon tonight.

She continued staring in the mirror. The long dark hair
made her look exotic. It was thick and shiny. Mom and
Jenn were natural blondes, but she had some of her
father's genes. She looked like Xena, the Amazon warrior
princess. She smiled shyly at her 38 inch perfect C-cup
breasts. The nipples always stood proud, ready to cut
glass at a moments notice. At an inch and a half in
length when aroused, they were unusually long. The
aureolae were silver dollar sized, dark brown peaks,
quite puffy themselves, and often became bumpy, betraying
their owners' state. Jade ran her hands at the sides of
her breasts cupping them gently. They were the hard kind
that hardly moved, no matter what the activity. She liked
that, and continued her inspection, occasionally tugging
at the now fully erect nipples.

"MMMM," she moaned to herself lightly. Her hands traveled
southward now. She traced the well defined lines on her
flat belly. It looked so hard, almost bulletproof. A 23
inch waist, and 34 inch hips. It doesn't get any better
than that. Her pudendal area was a source of great
interest to her. For such thick, dark hair on her head,
she had a lightly downed pubic area. The patch was more
vertical than triangular, and it was only to be found
above her narrow slit. The pubis was somewhat pronounced,
and the vaginal area very light in color, much like the
color of her surrounding skin. She was capable of
producing a copious amount of lubricating secretions on
very short notice, for little reason.

She reached for her lightly furred friend now, and gently
stroked. The inner lips were rarely visible in this
position. She saw that some liquid was already finding
its way out of the unusually tight orifice. Jade hoped
that would not happen at inopportune moments in school!
She wondered if she should shave her mound clean, like in
some of the magazines she liked to look at, but decided
against it (for now). Anything to block, absorb, or slow
down her 'passion discharge' was probably to be retained.

As her right hand found her warm fuzzy place to rub, she
continued to assess her long legs, pretty knees, and
aerodynamic feet. The slightest movements caused her
flexing muscles to show through her skin. She found THAT,
very stimulating to look at. She turned around and
watched her gluteus flex and form a pair of those rarely
seen (on the average person) concave indentations in each
buttcheek. There was very little body hair, and what she
did have was light and downy. She was lucky in that she
rarely had to shave anywhere.

Jade was infatuated with how her body had started
developing, and her orgasms seemed to grow in frequency
and intensity. Whenever she was alone in the house, she
masturbated in front of the large mirrors in her room,
taking note of all her movements, and the slightest
expressions. Jade would work herself up so much during
these occasions, that her orgasms would cause her to
become temporarily u*********s. Oh only now and then, but
usually after an intense cum, she would not remember
anything afterwards. In bed this was not even noticeable,
but when she did it in front of a mirror, sometimes, she
would wake up afterward and deduce what had happened.

The weird thing was, that on some of those occasions, she
couldn't really even remember masturbating. This did not
really frighten her. It did make her feel a little
uncomfortable, at the prospect of possibly being
'discovered' while she was 'out'. Rather than satiating
her, those sessions of self pleasure only fueled the
fires below, and made her bush burn for even more
stimulation. Bummer.

As Astrid was walking by her daughter's room, she noticed
the door was open a crack, and decided to peek in.
Although the whole family was shy about matters of
nudity, they all had burning curiosities about each
other's naked bodies. Astrid had certainly been around
the block for a woman of 35, she was just conservative
and reserved. However it was HER daughter after all, and
the peek she was hoping to steal was really like taking
inventory or something. She excused the act by saying to
herself, that it was in fact, her responsibility to know
everything that went on in her house! This included how
her offspring were developing physically.

Jade's room was well lit and the hallway dark. This
afforded mom some camouflage, and bought her a little
time to look at her daughter. The radio inside was going,
so she was not worried about being heard. She felt she
was not spying, just curious and excited for Jade.
Besides, she gave birth to her so it was almost like a
joint ownership; she just had to have a little peek.

Mom had not bathed Jade for a good many years now, and
was blown away by how Jade had developed. As she gazed at
her daughters displayed nude body, she was naturally
proud of the genes, as well as the discipline it took to
maximize those genes; but she also felt a strange
stirring. She felt somewhat guilty for this, but her
senses would block out anything her mind wouldn't accept.
Watching Jade touch herself all over, made Astrid warm
all over too. Her pussy began juicing up at the sight
before her. The fact that it was her daughter whom she
loved made the guilt secondary, as she knew she would not
do anything to hurt her c***d, actually woman apparently.

In time Astrid's guilt overwhelmed the thrill, and she
went back to her room. She was going to take a shower, or
a bath perhaps, and get ready for the day. Astrid made
her money day-trading with the aid of a computer. She
became successful at it (eventually), and was able to
quit her job at the sausage factory and make a
comfortable living working only a few days a week. She
had just moved the family to this sleepy town and
comfortable newish house. Astrid peeled off her bathrobe
and looked at her own body in the mirror. Still young,
taught, and pretty.

Life at 35 was not so bad. She was 5'9", 137 lbs., curly
blonde shoulder length hair, 40 inch D-cup bust, and very
little golden-brown pussy fur. Her inner pussy lips were
fat, and stuck out a little. She thought her pussy lips
looked like a butterfly. She always dressed womanly, but
not slutty. Mom too, liked the image in the mirror, and
as she paused and looked, her mind began making
comparisons with what she had just seen. Astrid was
feeling very horny right now, and it took some effort for
her not to continue her tactile ministrations to 'full
term' in front of the bedroom mirror.

Few people had violet eyes, but Astrid was one of them.
The thick blonde hair with the 'purple' irises caused
accidents in the streets. Her stunning good looks and
laid back demeanor attracted much attention. An
inopportune glance in the mirror even affected young
Astrid. She thought how lucky she was to be so well
endowed with her own body, and two very sexy daughters
that were smart and stayed out of trouble. Not to mention
comfortably upper middle classed.

Astrid grabbed a towel, slung it over her shoulder, and
went into the master bath. It was more private there, and
her favorite place to find pudendal pleasure. The
whirlpool jets could be strategically directed to inflict
orgasmic bliss at will, and the noise pretty much gave
cover to any auditory excesses. It was a good way to
start the day.

Jenna was rousing from sleep in her own room. As she
began a slow transition toward wakeful consciousness, her
mind began to soar amidst the records of her (limited)
memories. She was young, and had few experiences, but she
was calm and smart. She was at peace with herself. Her
shyness was only sometimes troubling. It was fueled by
her parent's firmness, but being a 'good k**', she did
not question that authority directly.

Jenn found her right hand under the goose-down comforter,
and in the valley between her legs. Touching there always
gave her comfort, and some temporary relief from the
fires that nature was kindling more and more. Being so
shy, she had never fully masturbated herself, and was
technically unaware of the hedonistic pleasures her body
was capable of, especially a body like hers. The stroking
would usually climb some, plateau, and eventually the
guilt would make her lose interest.

Jenna liked that she was a blonde like her mother, and
she thought she looked 'nice'. Her measurements came in
at a 35-inch B-cup bust, 22 inch waist, and 32 inch hips.
Her weight was nicely distributed. Her pussy hair was
still basically non-existent. Compared with Jade's lusher
and harder body she seemed lithe. A blonde gazelle. Being
only 15 meant that she would yet fill out more, but for
now she was just starting her transition toward
womanhood. Although unusual, she had not started her
periods yet. She gave this little thought, so it did not
really bother her. She was in good health, and didn't
ever think about such matters. Her academic studies left
no time to take throwaway electives like 'Health Ed', and
so she was still quite naive about how her body worked.

Suddenly the obvious hit her! Since moving to this little
mountain town, mother had enrolled her in the private
school. The same school her older sister was about to
teach at. This meant her own sister would be teaching her
Phys Ed!! Was this a good or bad thing? Her mind played
out the possibilities. She got along OK with others, as
well as her sister, but she had no Phys Ed classes those
last few years. This year she would have to take P.E.!
And weren't showers mandatory?

'E-e-e-e-e-e-e-k!!!' her mind raced, and she sat up from
her half slumber with a start. Being naked in front of
others was a mixed bag she would somehow deal with, but
she might have to be naked in front of her own sister!
This possibility was just too embarrassing! She decided
she would have to investigate this possibility further,
before classes started on Monday. She wanted to know what
was required, and how things would go down in Gym class.
She wasn't sure how to approach her sister without
seeming an insecure c***d, or appearing to other students
that she was getting preferential treatment. In fact she
wasn't sure she would want anyone to know that the Gym
teacher was her sister.

A part of her was also excited about the possibilities.
Getting out of Gym these past years also meant she was
not able to see any of the other girls naked, and the
thought of finally sharing this intimacy with her peers
mildly appealed to Jenna. Thoughts of boys as well as
girls often played on her mind's stage. Being in an all-
girls school certainly made it more likely, that any
actual contact would slant her fantasies toward a female-
based bias. Her body became flushed at the flurry of
thoughts and possibilities.

Jenna yawned and stretched her fifteen year old body. She
got out of bed and went to her bathroom. After doing her
business, she decided she would find out more about these
newly discovered concerns. Since this was a very small
private school, the rules could be quite different.
Perhaps the administration will take one look at her, and
see that she was in good enough shape, and excuse her
from Gym. 'Not likely' she thought afterward, looking at
her reflection.

'I'm certainly attractive enough. So why am I so scared
about displaying this body...a decent body, to others,
especially my sister? She is so much more spectacular,
that's why! Perhaps mom could shed some light, if I could
bring myself to ask her proper.' She wore men's two piece
pajamas, though of silk, and in powder blue, to match her
eyes. The top was filling out lately, and it was apparent
she would need more room there soon. She decided to
follow up on her concerns, and went looking for mom.

Walking down the hall she noticed Jade's bedroom door
slightly ajar, with music coming from inside. She could
not help but peek. Something she did not go out of her
way to do. She swallowed hard. Jenna's eyes grew like
saucers. Jade was oblivious to the slightly open door,
and at this point seemed to be touching her naked crotch
with her right hand, while the left toyed with her
titties.

Jenna had not seen Jade naked since Jade was her age. She
looked even more spectacular than Jenna remembered, or
imagined. Obviously she should not have looked, for Jade
was in a private moment. Why was she touching her body so
lewdly? It looked very forbidden, very dirty, yet very
sexy to Jenna. Jade turned, and went out of sight and
into her bathroom. The show was over.

Jenna's knees were like jello. Her crotch had this 'itch'
that she was getting more and more often. By the looks of
things, her sister also had this condition. Jenna
continued on down the hall and to mom's bedroom, in a bit
of a daze. She knocked then called out, but there was no
answer at the door. Since it was open, she timidly walked
in calling.

The jacuzzi could be heard running in the master bath, so
she knew she could not be heard. No big deal, she would
knock and see if mom was open to discuss her budding
concerns at some point. Upon nearing the door, she heard
what sounded like an injured a****l! Okay, it was not an
a****l, it was most likely mom. Now, Jenna was a
sensitive young lady.

She had just witnessed her sister doing something she
didn't yet understand, and now the 'rock of Gibraltar'
was possibly in trouble. Losing a loving father had been
devastating, and she could not afford to lose both
parents. Perhaps, mom had fallen in the tub? Maybe she
had cut herself shaving? Was it sewer rats? Or it was a
heart attack, older people had those, right? She to act
fast. She called out again.

"Mom? Are you ok?" No response, only moaning.

Jenn flung open the door and burst in quickly scanning
the scene before her. She had been right! Mom was under
attack! It was obvious what was happening. They had
satellite TV. Jenna knew from watching all the nature
programs, what the infamous 'Black Mamba' looked like!
She also knew that people who acquired exotic pets, often
dumped them later in lakes or toilets. Care of exotic
pets was a responsibility whose depths most people were
not aware of.

Being indigenous to this specimen must have been a
discarded pet, and probably made its' way up through the
toilet, and into the master bath. She wondered what kind
of person would keep such a deadly pet. Mom had both
hands around the three-inch thick body, and seemed to be
unsuccessfully trying to free herself from its grasp.
'Got to be several feet long' thought Jenna. As she raced
forward, she hoped she could grab it just behind the head
(That's the safest place to grab a snake). Hopefully, it
had not bitten mom yet, although judging by mom's moans,
it may have been too late already.

Swiftly she grabbed it behind the head yelling, "Hold on
mom!!!" With a slurping sound, twelve inches of Black
Mamba was swiftly yanked from Astrid's hungry blonde
vagina, causing a startled scream from mother's throat!
Jenna wildly beat the black intruder against the sink
until it moved no more. Mom had literally jumped up out
of the tub, startled half to death, water splashing and
dripping everywhere.

"What the hell is going on here?!!!" Astrid yelled trying
to regain her senses. She was standing up, water running
down her still flawless 35 year old body, her heart in
her throat.

Jenna was content that the evil b**st was lifeless now,
and disgustingly threw it into the sink. The double
headed dildo made a wet slapping sound and lay
motionless. Mother was too shocked to even cover her
nakedness. Long seconds passed as her mind tried to
figure out what was happening. Jenna ran to her mother
and grabbed her by the arms, looking her up and down,
looking for possible fang marks.

"Did it bite you? Where is that snakebite kit we had on
our camping trip?" The expression on mothers face was
changing, and Jenna was so worked up she didn't even
notice. Still nude, Astrid went for the double-headed
dong and picked it up. "No don't mother, it could still
be alive!" yelled Jenn grabbing it again.

The two wrestled with the latex monster. Mom was
stronger, and Jenn could not gain control over the,
potentially still dangerous a****l. She began to notice
the serious look in her mother's face. Like she saw when
she had done something bad. She stopped struggling but
still held on tightly to the three foot b**st. She
finally began to notice her mother's nakedness in her
peripheral vision.

Astrid knew now that she had overprotected her daughter.
Jenn was so innocent that she had obviously never seen a
sex toy. If not for that sudden realization, Astrid would
be overwhelmed with embarrassment. She just shook her
head, let go of the toy, and grabbed a towel to cover her
body. Jenn watched her mom's form get covered by the
thirsty cotton bath towel. Just a quick glimpse, before
it was covered up. Coupled with the strange look on
mother's face, Jenn's gaze fell upon the object in her
tight grasp, and she began to note previously unseen
details.

Finally the shockwave hit her. It was not a snake at all.
It was plastic. Why would mom keep a replica of a snake?
Upon closer inspection, she noted that it wasn't even a
great reproduction of a snake. What was it doing between
mom's legs? It looked more like a plastic 'man-thing'
than a snake. As the revelations began to sink in, she
became sooo embarrassed!

"I....I.... I'm sorry... I thought you were in
trouble...I thought it might have bitten you... I wanted
to talk to you about something, when I heard you moaning,
and I thought.... Oh mom I'm s-o-o-o-o-o sorry."

Astrid was looking at her daughter. The silk pajamas were
soaked from the attempted rescue. The c***dlike face was
flushed. There was an instinctual recognition on Jenn's
part, of what her mom was doing, but intellectually she
could not accept or explain it fully.

Her expression was of puzzlement. Astrid knew she had to
regain control of this situation, without hurting her
daughter. But how could she explain she was fucking her
pussy with a giant fake cock? Mom was supposed to set all
the moral standards, and now she was caught 'doing the
dirty'. She felt she had betrayed her daughter's trust
somehow, by showing this less than perfect side of her
character.

Astrid noted that it was sweet the way Jenn had rushed to
her rescue. She displayed a streak of fearlessness and a
protective spirit. That was nice. But Jenn had seen mom
naked, and that embarrassed both of them. Jenna's nipples
poked through the now wet silk, signifying a possible
change in the dynamic of the situation. Astrid looked at
Jenna, but tried not to stare, for all the obvious
reasons. How would she explain she was just masturbating
with a double-ended dildo, trying to reach orgasmic
bliss? '(-sigh-)' Might as well have that long overdue
'girl' talk.

"Sit down sweat pea. We need to have a talk." They sat on
the edge of the jetted tub. Astrid shut off the noisy
jets. Jenna hardly noticed the wet spot she had just sat
in. She adjusted the towel tighter. She caught Jenn
glancing at her cleavage, and where the towel parted,
between her legs.

She saw the nervousness in her daughter's beautiful blue
eyes. 'At least her body is developing so nicely' thought
Astrid. Involuntarily, Jenna's eyes would dart about her
mother's body, her mind trying to recall the beautiful
curves she had just recently seen uncovered. Mom sensed
what her daughter was feeling, and took the fake phallus
from her daughter's still clutching hands.

"You see... This is just a toy. I've been a little lonely
since... dad left. This relieves some of the pressure I
feel. Honey, your mother was just 'pleasuring her
princess' ". Jenn still looked embarrassed and confused.
She was still flushed. Astrid decided against the baby
talk.

"I was masturbating, honey. I hope it didn't embarrass
you, but I can see that it did. You see, it is something
quite natural. Most of us get that itch," she pointed
between her legs, "and rubbing there feels nice."

Jenn followed her mom's gesture as mom used the dildo and
pointed with it at her very private place hidden just
under the towel.

"This latex phallus is an aid in touching yourself."

Jenna was still flushing, and looked around anxiously. It
was all too much for her. She felt so dumb now. Her
mother must think her a little baby to have burst in on
her most private moment like that.

"You mean you had that thing in your...inside you?" Jenn
felt so silly now, having this conversation with her
mother.

"I'm afraid so, honey. It feels better than it looks."

"I could never put something like that in me, mother."

"Of course not honey, but after a girl has c***dren your
vagina stretches, and it likes, and can handle more
stimulation than just your fingers. You should not put
anything down there until you are older. Except maybe
your clean fingers. This snake," she smiled as she spoke,
"is just an industrial strength finger. It makes mommy
feel like she is having sex with a man. It helps me feel
good and I climax."

Astrid was almost enjoying shocking her little daughter
with her sudden openness of previously unspoken matters.
She could see her daughter's eyebrow go up with that last
bit.

Astrid was being very understanding toward her daughter's
obvious lack of experience in these matters. She was
trying to explain some of the facts of life, without
being too crude. Jenn knew that. She just wasn't
comfortable discussing 'the birds and bees' with her
mother.

"Have you rubbed yourself there honey?"

Jenn was shocked by the question and kept turning deeper,
and deeper shades of crimson.

"Not really, er...sort of.... sometimes.... maybe a
little."

"Did you ever put anything inside your, uhhmm...cunny?"

Jenn shook her head 'no'. She tried to avoid her mother's
gaze. She looked down. Her body was beginning to perspire
noticeably. She wondered to herself, if it was from the
heat and humidity of the bathroom, or something else. As
she stared downwards she noticed that her nipples were
painfully erect. Apparently a part of her wanted to have
this conversation. But was her own mother's presence
arousing her? No, her mother was truly beautiful. More
'womanly' than even her gorgeous sister. Jenn realized
she was just a sucker for beauty. Anyone would get a
little excited seeing her mom, or so she thought.

Mother continued with the lesson. "You are probably still
too tight for inserting anything in your pussy, but
rubbing with your fingers should bring pleasure. Does it
honey? Does it feel good when you rub yourself there? You
do rub yourself, don't you?"

Jenn nodded the affirmative, shocked by the questions and
still looking down.

"How often does my baby girl play with her privates?"

After a long pause, Jenna contemplated running out of the
room, but found her voice and spoke. "Not very
often...I...It's embarrassing."

"Oh honey, don't be embarrassed about it," she hugged her
daughter " if mommy does it, so can you." Astrid broke
the embrace with a kiss on her daughter's cheek. Astrid
noticed how young and fresh her daughter smelled. The
young hair was soft and silky. Their eyes finally met.
Jenn could see the still vital glow in her mother of 15
years. 'So beautiful' she thought. As awkward as this
encounter was, she felt more comfortable, after this
sudden display of intimacy. She smiled back at her
mother, and hugged her back for being so gentle.

Just as she was becoming comfortable with the situation
somewhat, her mother dropped another bomb. "Why don't you
take off that wet jammy top, honey, and I'll dry you."
Jenn felt trapped. She wanted to obey because she always
did, and because the thought of disrobing, made her itch
in a curiously delicious way 'down below'. It was all
quite embarrassing, yet thrilling. She had not been nude
in front of her mother since she was twelve or so.

Sensing the hesitation, Astrid's adept fingers made a bee
line for the buttons on Jenn's silk pajama top. She
shouldn't have. But the situation was giving her warm
thoughts below, and there was some unfinished business
there! The situation of getting caught by her little
fifteen year old daughter gave Astrid quite the thrill!
Was it right getting so excited by her own? Only once did
Astrid pursue Sapphic feelings, and that was long ago in
high school, and did not go well.

The buttons left the protective confines of their
buttonholes, one by one. Jenn squirmed a bit, her arms
uncooperative. Mom was practically trembling at the
secrets she was about to reveal. Why did it feel so good
to look at this pretty teenager, her own offspring? She
was too excited to think about the answer right now. How
far could she go with this little encounter anyway?

As the last button fell away, Astrid paused momentarily,
before unveiling her young daughter's upper body. Jenn
surrendered to her mother's knowing fingers. Off came her
top. Jenn self consciously looked down at her own exposed
b-sized mounds. Astrid looked as well. There was a long
pause, and a loud silence before anyone spoke again.

"You are truly lovely my daughter! I have not paid close
enough attention to your physical development lately."
Her fingers began to flutter like butterflies, all over
her young daughter's body. She was staring at the young
tits, amazed how they've appeared from nothing this past
year. Jenn was uncomfortable with the contact, yet at the
same time, relished the attention even if it was from her
own mother.

Years of repressed feelings can do that. Astrid knew she
had to touch those boobies full on. She wanted to heft
them, test their weight and firmness. Jenn WANTED to be
touched in that manner, yet was afraid of the
repercussions, with mom doing the touching. Of course it
could not be considered sexual contact, just eager
exploration, full of curiosity.

"Your breasts are s-o-o-o beautiful, Jenna honey." Astrid
reached out and cupped both of them now, relishing in the
sensations. Nipples tended to run long in this family.
Jenna's aureolae were quarter sized, and covered by
telltale bumps. Mother looked at them, and her daughters
face, appraising how Jenn might be taking this.

The shy teen would meet her gaze only briefly, still
blushing. Mostly she just stared down at her mother's
hands, firmly on her pert breasts. Astrid flashed her
teenage daughter a bright smile while tugging those
pointy nipples. Her smile was shyly returned with a
smaller, more nervous one.

She just HAD to take this a step further. She squeezed
both breasts with some force, watching the already stiff
nipples grow to full attention. Astrid could not wipe the
smile from her face as she reveled in this dark fantasy.
Jenna was getting dizzier and dizzier. This was going
beyond her ability to control, but she decided to trust
mother's judgment. Why did it feel so good to be touched
there by someone else? Both of them seemed to be enjoying
the moment. Did this make them lesbians? So many
questions. Right now, neither of them gave a damn as to
the answers.

The touching progressed further. Astrid massaged, hefted,
and squeezed the pliant flesh in her hands every which
way. Her pussy was giving approval, by releasing abundant
secretions through her picture perfect mother-orifice.
Daughter or not, the girl before her was ravishing. Any
man or woman would be moved. As she squeezed and tugged
on the nipples, she looked up smilingly at Jenna's face.
The teenager was definitely losing it now, as her face
was contorted, and her eyes closed. A small involuntary
moan escaped her lips.

"Oh honey, look at the way your nipples are reacting to
my touch. You boobies are so firm. You know, I was about
your cup size at your age, and that means you'll get a
lot bigger. You'll probably be a d-cup by the time you
are your sister's age."

This roused young Jenna from her trance. As pleased as
she was with her development, she still had the least
developed chest in the family. "You really think so
mother?" (It just goes to show you it's never enough!)
"Do you really think they'll be as big as Jade's?"

"No honey, they'll be even bigger I'm sure. Your sister
is a c-cup from what I've noticed, and she was smaller at
your age. You are going to be as big as your Momma!"
Astrid thrust her chest out after that last bit.

Jenna realized now what had been missing. Mom was still
wearing her towel. As hot as she looked that way, it
didn't seem fair. Mom had looked and felt her up, and she
had not really gotten a good look at mom before she
disappeared under the thirsty towel. Yes, it was apparent
to Jenn that her mother was well endowed, but Jenn
couldn't really 'see' that like Mom was seeing her. "Ummm
...Can I see yours' mother?" She asked sheepishly. "Can I
see what your breasts look like?"

Astrid looked her daughter in the eye. She was hoping it
would come to this. She was so hot and tingly, that she
probably would have shown her daughter everything, even
without being asked. This way definitely made it better.
Astrid stood up now. They were almost the same height,
Jenna being an inch or so shorter, at 5' 8".

Jenna watched intently as mom put her fingers in the
knot, and s-l-o-w-l-y peeled the garment back like a
banana. As her magnificence came into view, Jenna was in
awe. She had never, in person, seen such large, firm-
looking breasts. She thought her sister was a perfect
'10', but mother was beyond that. She was sure her mouth
must have been hanging open, but felt powerless to shut
it.

"Gosh mom, they're incredible!" Not dating lately, Astrid
was well overdue for some compliments at her still tight
body. Being that it was her own daughter that broke that
dry spell, seemed not to matter. "Thank you dear, I'm so
glad you like them."

She spun around to give Jenna several different
perspectives, but held on to the towel so it would not
expose below the hips. Jenna secretly hoped the towel
would fall. She was so sexually aroused that she wanted
to touch herself. Astrid was feeling no different either.
"You may touch them Jenn..."

Jenn did not need to be asked twice. Eagerly she reached
out and felt the bigger than life orbs, her mouth still
open. They felt so good, and looked like the nicest she'd
ever seen, real or out of a magazine. At first the touch
was soft and static, like she was weighing the big tits.
Soon her hands and fingers trembled, uncomfortable with
going as far as she had with the mutual explorations.

"Touch my nipples honey, like I touched yours" and her
daughter did. Astrid's aureolae were very large, and
pale. Typical blonde traits. Her hair was up in a bun, so
her chest was accentuated even more. New ground was being
broken, and the danger was that one might not be able to
go back if things went too far. But had they already?
Both were reluctant to leave the comforts of familiarity
behind, and become even more familiar in this very
graphic physical way. The problem was that they trusted
each other implicitly, and their bodies were full of
chemicals that made them want to explore this forbidden
horizon.

Astrid then let the towel drop. Jenna's gaze instantly
traveled south. She was embarrassed to look, but could
not exert the will to ignore the territory now coming
into view. Her hands stopped their testing of her
mother's lethal weapons, and her eyes guiltily gazed at
her own mother's secret sex! Surely it was ok for her to
look. It was being freely offered. Astrid was obviously
proud of her body. Perhaps the three days a week in the
basement exercise room was not dumb after all. Jenn hoped
she would look as good, after two k**s.

Jenn stared at the pouting lips. It was interesting how
her mom had pouting lips on her face and her vagina.
Almost twins. The plumpness begged one to touch or
suckle. But that would be sick, wouldn't it? Astrid spun
around like a model, making sure all of her angles were
well displayed. She put her arms on her hips, watching
the teen's roving eyes. She wanted to go further. She
wanted to see Jenn's pussy! She wondered if there was
hair growing there yet. Jade had the most hair there,
being a brunette, and that was hardly any at all.

Astrid's golden pudendal locks were patterned in that
same short and vertical shape as her older daughter Jade,
but being blonde, made the presence of the wonderfully
downy mass much less noticeable. She looked almost
hairless. Her body was on fire, but Astrid knew this was
possibly getting out of hand. Didn't people go to jail
for these things?

Perhaps she should be satisfied with what she had seen
and done thus far. Jenn's psyche seemed still to be
intact, and the relationship seemed to be none the worse
now. She sensed that Jenn would not be ready now, for
anything purely sexual, and she wasn't sure she was ready
either. She must not abuse her daughter's obedience by
crossing that fine line. She just wanted to love her
daughter, and her daughter to love her back. A perception
of sexual contact could easily ruin that, even though sex
was obviously fueling some part of it.

"Mother is cold. I'm going to get back in the warm water.
We can continue our conversation later honey. OK?" Astrid
stepped back into the tub. Only her face and knees
showing now. Jenn was relieved, but frustrated too. She
watched her mother's shiny, perfect backside sink into
the depths, and start the whirlpool again. Standing,
wearing only her wet pajama bottoms, Jenn seemed frozen
to the spot, her mind replaying all the incredible
sensations she just experienced. As exciting as things
had gotten, it seemed anti-climactic now.

Astrid's hand went under the bubbles, and like a magnet,
to her waiting vagina. She was confident Jenn could not
see that from her current position. She could wait no
longer to masturbate. So she did, stealthily, but
forcefully.

Jenn was still on display, and feeling naked. Her mother
was still looking at her, her face, her body, certain
places... It was a look she had not seen in years past.
"Why don't you leave your wet pajama bottoms in the
hamper before you leave, dear." Astrid was rubbing her
pussy now, and hoped it didn't show in her voice.

Jenn was almost in a trance. She needed to go back to her
room as quickly as possible. She never had so much fire
in her center, as now. The hamper was by the door, some
ten feet away. Picking up her discarded top, she walked
to the clothes hamper on rubbery legs, the air feeling
cold on her wet excited breasts. As she picked up the wet
pajama top, her breasts swung slightly, and jiggled
before settling back on her chest. Those B-cups did not
wave or bob like a C or D-cup, but the movement did not
go unnoticed by Astrid.

Jenn debated whether to obey the request, and figured mom
would probably not even notice her take off the wet
garment. This helped with the struggle with her modesty.
She turned around to make sure mom was not still eying
her, and sure enough she looked occupied. Swiftly, Jenn
peeled off the jammy and stepped out of it, throwing it
in the hamper. She went for the doorknob quickly, hoping
she could get to her room without bumping into s*s,
seeing as how she was as naked as a Jaybird!

"Oh, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about,
honey?"

Trapped again! She couldn't reply without turning around,
that would be rude. Still holding the doorknob to freedom
beyond, she turned only halfway to reply.

"It can wait mom." She could not stand the embarrassment
of full frontal nudity, and smiled politely as she tried
to escape before her mother thought of anything more to
say, or saw any more of her nude body. "Thanks for being
so understanding mom. I didn't mean to embarrass you with
the...ummm...thing earlier. I'm just going to leave
the...it on the counter," referring to the snake. "I love
you."

"I love you too honey. Please don't tell your sister
about our little 'incident'. I'd like it to be our
secret." She said with a coy smile, but she was looking
at Jenna hungrily, trying to see between her legs,
fabulous long legs, capped with a trim, almost boyish
butt. Her long, thick straight blonde hair went to near
her ass. The distance and position she was standing in
was not ideal, so Astrid could not see clearly, but it
was good enough. Astrid's guess had been correct! A
hairless pussy could just be discerned before going out
of view!! Tight thin slit, with no inner vaginal lips
visible! Beautiful.

Jenna nodded in the affirmative to that last statement,
and hurriedly left. There was no way she could or would
recount the recent events to anyone. She ran to her room
to take a cold shower. Today was a milestone as
experiences were concerned. New house, new town, new
school, new friends, and now totally new experiences. She
had never been wetter, and it was not from the water of
the shower. She wondered if juicing up like that was
normal? Mom had told her how pretty she was. Mom never
lied.

Why did the compliments and the nudity cause her pussy to
leak? Strange, exciting new feelings. Perhaps she could
deal with the school issues on her own. She focused all
her will at coming down from the unbelievable state of
arousal she was just in. (Silly girl).

Astrid reached orgasm within a minute of her daughter
leaving the bathroom. It was extremely powerful. Her
pussy almost swallowed her helping hand. She mashed her
breasts heavily, increasing the intensity of the
'pleasure harmonic', and was not aware of her loud vocal
accompaniment. The images were so erotic that the last of
the multiple orgasmic shudders, caused complete
u*********sness. A family trait.

Jade decided to call a couple of the tanning salons. She
picked the one where the woman had put her at ease, and
where there was a special being offered. She dressed in
her shiny-yellow bikini thong, with a grey sweatshirt and
blue and black pleated skirt from St. Beave's, and
bounced out the door. Hopefully after a few sessions of
tanning, she would appear more presentable by the time
actual students arrived next week.

She drove her new black diesel pick up truck the few
miles to the salon. She thought her truck was very
practical. It would be able to haul all kinds of Gym
gear, be great for camping, and got 20 miles to the
gallon to boot. Although the six speed manual
transmission was sometimes a pain, Jade loved to
exercise, even while driving, and the stick shift gave
her something to do.

The salon seemed small and not at all busy. In fact only
one other car was there, probably the employee's. Jade
grabbed her Gym bag and bounced in.

"Hi Ya!"

"Well hello there!" The clerk was a young girl that
seemed too young to be working behind the counter. Jade
took note. The girl looked about 13, blonde, thin,
budding breasts the size of apples, dressed in a tight
white t-shirt and tiny jean shorts sporting pretty,
youthful legs. 'An apple a day' thought Jade.

"Umm, I called about an hour ago, I'm here for a
session?"

"Oh yes, my mom told me you might be coming. It was her
you spoke to earlier. She had to leave, but I can show
you around. I fill in for her all the time."

"I see." Jade got the rundown and a quick tour of the
tiny place. She liked the fact that no one else was
there, and that some horny man wasn't running the place.
These things put her at ease. It seemed that Chris, the
young blonde k**, was very knowledgeable about the
tanning process and the equipment. Jade watched her cute
ass wiggle as she showed her around.

'What a pretty smile she has' thought Jade, 'and so
developed for a 13 year old.' And she seemed to be quite
confident and in control. Jade thought she would
definitely have to take some ques from this 5'2" lass. A
teacher would have to be in control, and though shy and
inexperienced, Jade would have to learn to be more
confident and in charge. If this little elf could do it
so could she, "You a model or something?" asked the young
blonde.

"Certainly not, " Jade was pleased at the apparent
compliment, "I'm starting at St Beave's and I wanted to
look my best for next week when the classes start."

"Really, St Beave's Catholic School for Girls, my mom
went there! She says it's a great place. You a teacher?

"Yes, Phys Ed."

"That's really cool."

What Chrissy didn't say was that she would be starting
there on Monday, and probably be in Jade's class.

"Well anyway, here is the tanning bed, I'll show you how
to work it."

Jade watched the teenage girl scamper about, full of
enthusiasm and energy. At times like these she would
sometimes question her sexuality, but ultimately she
would just ride the feelings through. She understood the
social taboos of sexual preference and age
discrimination, and although she did not share those
sentiments, societal pressures kept her restrained to
just taboo fantasies.

"Did my mom mention the make up and nail special with a
six month subscription?"

"Uhh....no, just the 10% off."

"Well, the way it works, a six month subscription gives
you unlimited weekly visits, and today I could do your
nails and makeup for free!"

"Well, that's certainly a fair deal. I'll have to
consider that."

What Jade didn't say was 'What could this little thirteen
year old in pigtails, possibly know about properly
applying makeup?' Her own mind answered it 'nothing,
perhaps less than nothing.'

Chrissy read the raised eyebrow and immediately presented
her case.

"Mom taught me. I'm really very good. I just don't
generally wear much makeup myself, but you can see an
album of my work to help you decide. Here I'll get it!"

Chris did not wait for an answer. She pulled the album
from under the counter, and dragged the big thing to the
lounge/waiting area, and dropped it on the coffee table.
She sat down and patted the leather couch seat next to
her for Jade to come and sit. Jade was not convinced, but
it was pleasant to be around such a pretty young girl
with a two sizes too tight tee shirt, and teeny little
shorts that showed off her young little butt and pretty
legs.

Reluctantly she sauntered over. She could tell that
Chrissy had her eyes on her. It was a look of judging, or
taking inventory of. The catholic school uniform skirt
she was wearing showed plenty curve, and little Chrissy
wanted to see more. Jade sat down and looked at her
Submariner Rolex (18th birthday present from mom).

"It'll only take a few minutes and I think you will like
my work!"

And she began paging through, as Jade looked on. The
first thing Jade noticed was that all the customers in
the photographs were pretty. The second thing that became
apparent was that Chris DID know how to apply makeup.
From subtle to slutfest. Obviously, this was a talent.
She thought her own makeup routine was adequate, but this
degree of artistry was only seen in magazines. She helped
Chris flip the pages now, and was more and more
impressed.

Chris could tell that Jade had judged her prematurely,
and now seemed to be enthusiastic about showing more of
her portfolio because she could tell Jade was changing
her mind. The pictures mostly seemed to have been taken
at the salon, and the subjects ranged in age from younger
than Chrissy, to women older than mom. She had enough
sense to know that a real artist has a lot of range, and
is able to adapt the work to what each face needs most.
Now Jade was no stranger to applying a range of makeup to
herself. She had spent many nights practicing for that
eventual hot date, as well as just trying to accent her
gifts. But, seeing the quality of Chrissy's work just
raised the bar.

"You are really talented Chris. I had no idea. What brand
do you use?"

"Thanks. I hoped you would like. No one manufacturer
makes the best product in any given category. I use only
the best each has to offer. Some products are even hand
made all over the world, and some are made exclusively
for our chain of boutiques. This location is kind of
small, but we have 3 other stores in the area that have a
more professional atmosphere and are bigger, with a full
staff to boot. There we stock the entire cache of
products."

"I see."

Jade was convinced she would have to try this little girl
out. She was not only pretty and confident, but talented
and smart for her age. Sitting so close she noticed
Chrissy's perfume. Very distinctive. Not too showy, and a
little erotic. Their thighs were now touching as they sat
and poured over the pictures. Jade was getting a little
warm between the legs.

As they flipped through the album together, she noticed
that this chain also did equally well with hair. Every
now and then one of them would comment about this style
or that, and they established an easy rapport. As they
got near the end of the album, Jade noticed that some of
the photos were of girls tanning. These were of course
full body shots with only bikinis covering the private
parts. The females were of all types and ages. All were
quite pretty.

Jade found that fact a little odd, since most people one
would meet in passing, were usually nothing much to look
at. On the other hand, any business would want to promote
their wares by showing off their best work, on the
prettiest people.

"That is a lovely perfume you're wearing Chrissy. What is
it?"

"It's our private line. We're thinking of going national
with it. Mom is working out the details with the Thai
producer. It is very old world, completely natural and
difficult to get in quantity right now. It's called
'SEDUCTION'. Do you like it?"

"Yes, very much. Is it expensive?"

"Very, but it is the finest line of perfumes outside
France. Perhaps including France! And it is more natural,
with no fillers or garbage ingredients. It is part of the
'Burning Bush' line of products."

"It is really growing on me. Do they have more than one
type of perfume?"

"Yes they have about a half dozen. From mild to wild. My
other favorite is 'Bitch-In-Heat'."

Jade looked over at Chris. Certainly no one would really
name fine perfume that. Perhaps it was that c***d's sense
of humor. She studied the impish face for clues. Should
she laugh or ask again. Chrissy finally cracked a smile,
and chuckled. Jade too forced a little smile, only she
was happy to have finally found a flaw in this way too
adult little girl. She also detected a strange look that
she could not place. She had remembered seeing it on
several occasions. It seemed almost predatory in nature.
She noticed the girl's nipples were now kind of prominent
through her tight blouse. Jade smiled back and looked
away. Hopefully, she was not caught staring.

"How much is your smallest bottle?"

"That would be 10 milliliters for $90."

Jade's mind could not calculate exactly how much that
was, but it seemed like very little quantity for the
money. She was just too excited for math or even for
scanning her memory for the approximate conversion
ratios. Anyway the decision was made in her mind. 'So
much for my budget'. She narrowed her eyes at this little
girl who had disarmed her so.

'Quite a salesperson that one, no wonder her mom lets her
watch the place when she has to go out.' Jade was a
little angry now. In a very short time she had decided to
get the full treatment from this little used car
salesman. She had not expected to spend so much, but
excused it in her mind with the desire to make the best
impression possible on her employers. 'Always be the
best, and when that fell short, surround yourself with
the best people' her mother used to say. Words of wisdom.

"Chrissy, I would like to get the full treatment from
you! You are really a find."

"Why, thank you Ms. Parker. That is such a compliment
from someone with such obviously good taste and good
looks!"

'Okay, now she's laying the sales crap on a little thick'
thought Jade. I've already said yes, no need for that
touchdown when you're up three to one and the two minute
warning has sounded.'

"How is your schedule? Can I get all this done before
10AM tomorrow? That's when I have my orienteering at
work."

"Let me see what I can do Ms. Parker. I'll give you a
freebie this evening, and if you're still pleased with my
work I can probably get you in first thing in the morning
at our Westside location. That place is just down the
road from the school. I could meet you there about 7 am,
before our official open time. That is, if that is ok
with you."

"Hmmm.... You know that might work out good for me! That
way everything will be fresh for work! You gotta deal
young lady! Now lets see what you've got."

Chrissy smiled. She was happy to make the commissioned
sale, but more importantly, it would provide some
potentially wonderful thrills. Smiling, Chris grabbed
Jade by the hand and led her to the salon room with the
single old style barber's chair.

"I'm going to do your nails and make up for free, then
you can use the tanning bed like I showed you. Tomorrow
at 7am, I'll meet you at the other store and I'll do your
make up again, and there you can see the entire product
line we carry, and try out the different perfumes. If we
have time you can get another tanning session in. That
store officially opens at 9 am, but I'll have you done by
then so you'll even have time for breakfast. Sound good?"

"Yes, great!"

Jade was trying to hide her nervousness. She was not sure
she could trust this little k** just before her first day
at work. What if she really screws something up?

Chris's heart was racing in anticipation as she went to
the front of the store, retrieved what she was looking
for, and flipped the open sign over.

Let the games begin!

As she returned to where Jade was still sitting and in
the same position, she could tell Jade was openly looking
at her. Chris detected an unmistakable look of longing,
AND a good dose of fear. This is just the way she liked
it. (It is at this point dear reader that we point out,
that rather than being a cute little girl of thirteen,
Chris and her mother were pernicious wanton lesbians,
that chose their businesses on the sole basis of the
potential of seducing straight or slightly bi young girls
and women!)

Chris flipped up a little tray that was attached to the
side of the antique barber's chair, and laid out the nail
gear. She produced a cup with green soaking fluid, and
placed Jade's hand in it. Jade hoped it was not
Palmolive! Chris produced a barstool and placed it in
front of Jade, before sitting down on it to do her work.
It was hard not to notice how this exposed the young
teenager's groin, as she sat with her legs spread.

There was little chit chat now, just some professional
attention directed at producing a shiny, well manicured
hand. Jade wanted the effect subtle yet efficient
befitting a teacher of Phys Ed. They had decided on a
milky pink semi gloss finish, that was pleasing to the
eye without attracting undue attention. The nails would
be left as long as possible without interfering with her
active lifestyle. Busy with the task at hand allowed Jade
to pretty much look at the lovely young girl anywhere she
wanted, with little danger of being discovered. And look
she did.

Jade was unable to keep her furtive glances at bay. Did
it mean she was gay? She didn't think so. She still got
excited thinking about certain men. It was just that she
found herself more in situations where there were women,
and rarely men. It was just odd mathematical probability
really. And she just happened to mostly draw the 'always
around females' card.

Unlike her own mother and sister, she at least admitted
to herself that she was probably bisexual. She just
wasn't about to risk taking her sometimes slightly
abnormal fantasies and thoughts, into the world of
reality. A true voyeur was probably in the making! She
watched Chris work with labored breath. Little escaped
Jade's critical eye. However, the excitement and guilt
served to quickly erase a lot of that detail, making it
necessary to look everywhere again. Jade was loving every
minute.

Chris fiddled with the nails. She was focused and
efficient. It appeared that she was doing a good job so
far. Jade was beginning to relax again, and allowed her
eyes to assess the little teen girl with more fo