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Susan was never quite certain when it started, when the
feelings began to change inside her, when they began to
take on the taint of lust and heat and sexual desire. It
happened sometime after her adolescence, not her own,
but her daughter’s.

Susan remembered her own adolescence all too well. She
remembered her budding breasts being licked and sucked
and fondled by all too many boys, remembered her cherry
being popped, remembered the many sexual encounters
afterwards, the drunken gang-bangs, the hot, sweaty
jousts in the back seats of cars, the guilt and misery
the morning after.

She remembered it all too well. She was gay, but hadn’t
known it then. She’d come from a cold family that
seldom, if ever showed her any love or affection, and
she had turned to others for that affection, to boys,
mainly, because that was the acceptable outlet then.

She had found her sexual experiences unfulfilling. She
liked the closeness, the kissing and licking and
hugging, but didn’t like the lust and excitement that
drove the boys into using her so hard, so fast, and
hated their loud tails afterwards.

She well deserved the title of slut they all awarded
her, and it surprised no one that she became pregnant in
her freshman year in high school. It surprised her even
less that when her parents found out she was severely
beaten, stripped naked, then thrown out the door into
the snow.

She’d spent the next several years in foster homes
bringing up Lannie, her daughter, treating her with all
the affection and love she herself had never received.

The counsellors had given her strength she hadn’t
believed she had, and one in particular, had cleared up
much of the confusion in her life. That was Karen. Karen
was a lesbian, and she had recognized Susan’s problem.

**

One night, while Lannie slept nearby, she had taken
Susan on the sofa in her office, stripping her body and
soul naked and bringing her to the first orgasm of her
life.

Several times a week Susan and Karen would meet and they
would give pleasure to each other with their fingers and
tongues and lips and bodies. Susan had been astonished
at the things Karen did to her, but had loved every
minute of it.

With Karen she had found that love and pleasure that had
long evaded her. She had had relationships since then,
many of them, but none had been as wonderful as that
first one with Karen.

Karen had taught her a lot about live, too, and about
strength. It was because of Karen that she’d finished
high school and gone on to college. It was because of
Karen that she was a successful businesswoman now,
instead of being a welfare mother.

And perhaps that was one of the reasons why she had
developed this…this terrible desire that she could not
shake, one of the reasons why she continued to argue to
herself about the pros and cons, about what would be or
wouldn’t be good for Lannie.

Lannie reminded her of Karen, in her looks, her
impudence towards others, her high spirits, her good
natured humour and practical jokes, and of course, in
the love she showed Susan.

Like Karen, Lannie was a slender athletic girl, her body
long and willowy, yet rounded and feminine. Her breasts
were high and round and full, with tiny pink nipples.
Her waist was tiny, her hips round, her buttocks like an
apple.

She had shining chestnut hair, kept long and straight,
and, like Karen, habitually tied back in a loose pony
tail. Her face was firm, strong, yet softened by wide,
deep green eyes and a small mouth. Her lips were full
and pouty, her nose aristocratic.

There had never been much in the way of secrets between
her and Lannie, and Lannie knew full well her mother’s
sexual orientation, and, of course, accepted it as any
loving child would.

But there was one secret, and that was the secret of the
desires that had been building inside Susan since her
precious, sweet little girl had begun to change, to grow
into a beautiful high spirited young woman.

Living together, just the two of them, there had been
little need of discretion about nudity, and each had
seen each other naked many times, thinking nothing of
it.

They lived together in a two bedroom apartment in the
suburbs, on the top floor of a fifteen story building.
Since their apartment faced west the afternoon sun would
stream through the large, floor to ceiling windows in
the living room, and also through the french doors that
led out onto the balcony.

The balcony could best be described as an open topped
box. It had steel and wood rails on three sides. These
were waist high in front, shoulder high on either side.

**

One afternoon Susan had come home early from work and
had caught sight of Lannie out on the balcony. Lannie
was naked, which surprised Susan only a little. Nude
sunbathing was the in thing these days, after all, and
there was sufficient privacy out there, providing Lannie
didn’t stand up and go to the front railing.

Even then there were no other buildings close by on this
side, and it was unlikely anyone would see her from
below.

So there was nothing particularly astonishing about
Lannie sunbathing in the nude. In fact, Susan gave a
thought to joining her out there and working on her own
tan. She knew Lannie would not be bothered by her mother
seeing her nude, any more than she would be if Susan
went out nude herself.

But then as she approached the french doors she heard
something she’d never heard before, and as she took in
the full sight of Lannie’s body she halted in her steps.

Lannie was laying on her back on a lounger. Her teenage
body was glistening in the sunlight, coated in slippery
suntan oil. Her long legs were draped across the arms of
the lounger, and her head was back, eyes closed. She
grunted softly and moaned low in her throat as her hands
moved over her body.

Susan swallowed nervously as she saw Lannie stroke her
gleaming breasts, saw her hands caressing the soft
flesh, then roll the nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers. Then she watched as Lannie’s hand slid down
between her splayed thighs and she stroked her fingers
up and down her slit.

Despite the girl’s age, despite the fact that she was
not only older than Susan had been when she’d begun to
have sex with boys, but older than Susan had been when
she’d gotten pregnant, this undeniable reality that her
daughter, her sweet little girl, was in fact, a sexual
creature now, hit her hard.

She had simply never considered Lannie and sex. Which
was stupid, she told herself then, idiotic. She had
never even spoken to the girl about sex, figuring she’d
get it in school.

So shocked was she that she did not immediately turn and
leave the girl in privacy, but stared, rotted to the
floor as Lannie began to wriggle her fingers down into
her pussy, began to pump them in and out, and began to
hump slowly against her fingers.

Her head rolled and she moaned in pleasure as she
squeezed her breasts with one hand and pumped her pussy
with the other. It was…it was to Susan, and incredibly
erotic sight.

Perhaps it was because Lannie wore dark sunglasses,
thus, partially concealing her face, her identity. Her
skin glistened as she writhed in soft sexual pleasure.
Her breasts pushed out hard and swollen each time she
pulled her head back and arched her back. Her fingers
pumped steadily in her lightly furred slit, as her thumb
stroked firmly across her clitoris.

Catching herself, at last, Susan had retreated, left the
apartment, gone downstairs to the car and driven to the
corner store. There, she had phoned home and told Lannie
she was coming home, asking if there were anything
Lannie wanted her to pick up on the way.

When she’d gotten home Lannie had been in the shower.

Since then, however, Susan had not been able to shake
the image of Lannie as a sexually desirable woman.
Lannie, knowing nothing of the torment wracking her
mother, continued to act and dress as she always had.
That meant wearing little more than her underwear
sometimes, or even walking naked from the shower to her
room, or out to the kitchen to get a snack.

And despite the coldly, logical knowledge that it was
not right, the sexual hunger inside began to influence
her own thinking, her own behaviour. She fought it, but
it continued to grow.

She masturbated at night, thinking about herself and
Lannie, legs intertwined, breasts rolling together,
kissing and caressing each other.

She convinced herself that Lannie needed someone mature
to show her the reality about sex, to instruct her on
what was and wasn’t good. She needed someone to show her
the pleasures of her own body before some fumble
fingered, lust crazed boy fucked her and convinced her
that sex was boring and cold and not at all pleasurable.

What did boys know or care about giving girls pleasure?
None of the boys that had fucked Susan had ever taken
much time or effort. All they’d been interested in was
satisfying their own animal lust.

She began to appear naked around Lannie more than she
had before, and positioned her body in the most
favourable, erotic ways, all very casually. One night
she bought sexy, lacy, lingerie, then modelled it for
Lannie.

Lannie was a bit embarrassed at that, as any teenager
would be at being confronted with the fact that her
mother was sexually active. Noticing this, Susan had
talked to her, and they had had their first full, frank
discussion about sex and sexuality.

Susan had imparted her wisdom abut sex, which was that
it was a wonderful, pleasurable experience providing
both partners cared enough about each other to ensure
the other’s pleasure. She had warned Lannie that most
boys her age knew little about what would pleasure a
woman.

Then she had, despite some embarrassment on both sides,
told Lannie how women could be pleasured, so she could
someday, hopefully a long day away, be able to tell if
the boy…man, she was with knew what he was doing.

Lannie had soon lost her embarrassment as she had
listened, with wide eyes, to her mother explain about
sexual technique. Lannie had explained how the breasts
should be treated, how cunnilingus was performed, and
how also to perform fellatio.

Certainly she’d sucked enough cocks when younger to be
able to instruct in that.

She’d warned her daughter that boys were blabbermouths,
and that she should never allow herself to be forced
into doing anything she didn’t want.

Lannie had gotten aroused at the talk. Susan could tell
from her flushed face, and the way her nipples pushed
out erect against her thin shirt. But Susan had made no
attempt at seduction.

Then, a week or so later, she’d come home early on a
sunny day, hoping to catch Lannie again. As she’d hoped,
Lannie was out on the balcony nude. She was not, however
masturbating. She lay on the floor of the balcony, on a
towel.

“Hi,” Susan said, going to the french doors.

“Hi, mom,” Lannie said, smiling up at her.

“You sure look comfortable. I think I’ll join you.”

“It’s gorgeous out,” Lannie nodded.

Shaking a little, and still arguing in her mind, Susan
had gone to her room and stripped. She’d gotten a towel
and glass of water, then gone back out to the living
room, then stepped out onto the balcony.

The balcony was narrow, and the waist high rail blocked
the sun from most of it. There was only one long, narrow
patch of sunlight to lie in. Susan needed no excuse
then, to set her towel down right beside Lannie’s, and
to sit down inches from her daughter.

She picked up the bottle of suntan oil Lannie was using.
It was her own oil, since Lannie always borrowed it. It
was also edible oil. She’d bought edible oil with
someone other than Lannie in mind, but right now it
would, she hoped, come in very handy.

She oiled her breasts and chest, and legs and groin,
then, laying down quickly to hide her erect nipples,
asked Lannie to oil her back. Naturally she complied.

They lay together in comfortable silence for a while,
comfortable for Lannie, anyway. Susan was gripped by
turmoil and lust.

Lannie turned on her stomach, totally unaware, as she
read a fashion magazine, of her mother’s eyes gazing
appreciatively at her firm round buttocks. And when
she’d commented on something in the magazine, and Susan
had eased over, and her naked breast had pressed down
firmly on Lannie’s shoulder, she’d thought nothing of
it.

“Lannie? Can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure, mom,” she shrugged, not taking her eyes off her
magazine.

“You know we were talking about sex last week.”

“So?”

“You know…something about when I was a girl.”

“That you slept around?”

“Sort of.”

“So?”

“Well, I was wondering about you. We didn’t get into
what you… about whether you were sexually active when
we talked last week. I know it’s not really my business
but…”

“Well, uhm…I…maybe a little,” Lannie said
uncomfortably.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yeah,” Lannie sighed. “I’ve been…kind of afraid to
try sex, I mean, intercourse.”

“Why?”
“Well, it’s supposed to hurt, for one thing.”

“You remember what I told you…”

“Yeah, I know, that it hurt because the boys are too
stupid to take things slow. It makes a lot of sense.”

“How far have you gone?”

Lannie wasn’t really embarrassed at this conversation.
After all, she and her mother were so close in age that
they often acted more like sisters than mother and
daughter. A lot of people who saw them together thought
they WERE sisters. They looked very similar. They had
the same features, were about the same height, had the
same builds, and the same hair color. The major
difference was that Susan had short hair.

“I’ve…given blow jobs,” Lannie confessed, her face
reddening just a bit.

“And hand jobs?”

“Yeah,” Lannie said, making a face. Susan chuckled a
little. “I always hated giving hand jobs. They were so
messy. You never knew where the stuff was going to
land.”

“Yeah,” Lannie laughed.

“Has any guy eaten you out yet?” Lannie was surprised at
the common language, but not offended or particularly
embarrassed at it.

“Not really,” she sighed. “Guys think it’s unmanly or
something.”

“The next time one of them wants a blow job, you tell
them he has to eat your pussy first,” Susan said.
“Believe me, guys will do almost anything for sex.”

“They probably wouldn’t do it right anyway.”

“Well, that’s why I told you how it was done. You can
show them how to do it. Every woman they date will thank
you.”

Susan then described an episode in her own girlhood when
she’d sucked two boys off at the same time. Lannie
listened in wide-eyed amazement as Susan talked about
having two erect cocks in her mouth at the same time.

“God!” was her only comment as she listened.

From there it seemed only natural to talk about eating
pussy. Susan told her about Karen, about that first time
together when Karen had helped her explore her own body,
had masturbated her to orgasms, then eaten her out,
nearly driving her wild with passion and pleasure.

She was not sure what Lannie thought of the story,
though she listened attentively. She would have been
pleased had she known how excited Lannie was becoming at
the sexual tales. She would have been even happier if
she knew that Lannie was thinking that she really
should, if the opportunity presented itself, experiment
a little with a girl herself.

“You need some more oil,” Susan noted.

“Oh? Yeah, I guess,” Lannie said. “This stuff you buy
dries out too quickly, you know.”

“It’s because it’s vegetable based. That means it
doesn’t stain, though.” She didn’t add that it was also
edible.

She picked up the bottle and poured some on Lannie’s
back, getting to her knees beside the girl and working
her fingers slowly into the teenager’s soft, warm flesh.
She continued to talk about herself and Karen, speaking
softly and quietly about the various sexual episodes
they had undergone.

Lannie listened raptly.

Susan ran her hands up and down Lannie’s shoulders and
upper back, then down to her lower back. She oiled up
the sides of her chest and waist, occasionally brushing
the tips of her fingers against the sides of her
daughter’s breasts.

She worked her hands lower, and, very casually, picked
up the squeeze bottle. She pointed it at the crack
between Lannie’s buttocks and let a soft stream of oil
hit there, then watched it trickle down the crack and
between the soft, pouting pussy lips below.

She ran her hands over the top of Lannie’s buttocks as
she continued to speak low and hypnotically about a time
she and Karen had made love at a secluded beach. She
felt Lannie’s body stiffen as her hands gently kneaded
her buttocks, but the girl made no attempt to halt her.

She worked over her buttocks, then oiled her legs,
softly pulling her legs apart to caress and oil the
insides of her thighs. She had stopped talking, but
Lannie didn’t say anything.

Her hands stroked gently on Lannie’s thighs, just below
her pussy, then up along her buttocks again, up her
spine and over her back. She felt Lannie’s heart
pounding inside her, and knew the girl was not unaware
of the sexual possibilities, the sexual tension that
existed between them.

She ran her hand down her daughter’s back, straight down
her spine to her tailbone, down between her buttocks,
and curling over to her left thigh just below her pussy
mound. Her thumb slid across her pussy ever so lightly,
and Lannie gasped softly.

Susan’s heart was in her throat and her own heart was
pounding madly. Her pussy was drooling and boiling with
heat as she stroked her hands over Lannie’s body.

Unable to resist any more, she slid her hand down
Lannie’s ass crack and then directly over her pussy
mound. She rubbed the flat of her hand up and down the
girl’s cunt mound, stroking with more and more pressure
as Lannie trembled lightly.

“Does that feel good?” she asked in a low, gravelly
voice. “Y-y-yes,” Lannie whispered.

Susan’s heart rejoiced and she continued to rub up and
down Lannie’s cunt mound. She pressed harder with her
middle fingers, letting them sink slowly in between her
daughter’s pussy lips and ride along her glistening pink
flesh.

Lannie moaned weakly, and Susan found her pussy hole and
slid two fingers in to the knuckles. She pumped them in
and out as Lannie began to twitch and jerk below her.
She pulled her fingers out and found the girl’s
clitoris, hard and steaming.

She thrust her thumb into Lannie’s cunt tunnel and then
squeezed her clitty between her fingers and thumb. She
rubbed and rolled it between them as Lannie’s breathing
became louder and harsher, more ragged and excited.

Lannie was soon panting and moaning as the pleasure
inside her mounted to the boiling point. Her arms were
folded below her, and her face was buried in them. But
her legs were wide, wide apart as Susan carefully, and
expertly rubbed and rolled her hot little clitty.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuunngggghhhhhhhh!” Lannie groaned, her body
getting stiff and taut, then vibrating like a plucked
piano wire.

Susan rubbed her pussy harshly as the girl came, knowing
well how to increase the force and length of a girl’s
orgasm. She felt a great surge of love and pleasure and
pride as she made her daughter climax, as she watched
her body shaking and heard her moans of pleasure.

Then Lannie went limp and she softened her movements.
She pulled her hands away, then gently rolled the girl
over onto her back. Lannie looked up at her with a
mixture of embarrassment and desire. Susan smiled
reassuringly.

She slid her hands up and down Lannie’s thighs, then
shifted between her legs. She gripped her daughter’s
legs and lifted them, pulling them wide open, then
setting them down again. Lannie swallowed nervously as
she watched.

Susan slid forward over Lannie’s body, not touching her
at first. She was on her knees, her elbows on the towel
on either side of Lannie’s waist. She smiled seductively
at the wide-eyed teenager, then gazed down at her long,
erect nipples.

She eased herself lower, her hands stroking the sides of
Lannie’s breasts, pushing them inwards, mashing the
flesh together. She bent and let her tongue flick over
her right nipple, then closed her lips over it and
sucked gently.

She sucked the nipple and surrounding flesh into her
mouth and worked it over with her tongue and lips as she
sucked. Her hands kneaded the girl’s breast meat as she
carefully manipulated the hard little nipple in her
mouth, rolling it and gnawing lightly with her teeth,
blowing, then sucking, then wriggling her tongue over
it.

She shifted to her other nipple, and worked that over
too, pinching and rubbing and rolling it, spending long
minutes making love to Lannie’s breasts and nipples
until Lannie started panting and moaning again, her head
flat, eyes staring up at the sky above.

Susan allowed her won full, slick breasts to press
firmly against Lannie’s belly, then rubbed them up and
down firmly as she sucked on Lannie’s nipples. She
slowly trailed her tongue down off the hard, sparkling
breasts, twisting across the girl’s belly.

She circled her belly button several times, then eased
down towards her pussy. Her hands slid down Lannie’s
flanks, stroking and caressing, then as Susan’s tongue
entered Lannie’s tangle of pubic hair, she saw the
girl’s head draw back under her as her back arched.

Susan jammed her hand into the girl’s crotch and rubbed
Lannie’s pussy furiously s the teenager grunted
helplessly and bucked her hips upwards in the midst of
an orgasmic storm.

“Oh! Oh God! Ohhh! Ungh! UuuuunngghhHH!” Lannie gasped
in a choked voice. Her arms jerked straight up above her
and she heaved her chest up, thrusting her breasts out.

Susan stared in wide-eyed delight at the gloriously
erotic sight. She sawed her fingers across Lannie’s clit
as the girl came, revelling in the pleasure her daughter
was feeling.

Then Lannie went limp again, chest heaving, mouth slack,
eyes closed.

CHAPTER 2

Susan smiled, and slid her tongue back up Lannie’s body,
crawling up as well, letting her own breasts slide along
her daughter’s abdomen, then over her belly, then, up
over her chest.

She knelt over the girl, pressing her breasts against
Lannie’s, rubbing them back and forth, then from side to
side, making the soft, malleable tit flesh roll and mash
down on Lannie’s own soft orbs.

She slid down again, grasping Lannie’s tits in her hands
and squeezing them upwards as she attacked them with
more passion. She opened her mouth wide and clamped it
down on one big chunk of tit meat, sucking it into her
mouth along with the nipple it surrounded. She chewed
and sucked and gnawed on it as Lannie moaned and writhed
below her.

“OOhhhhhhh! Mommmmm,” she groaned, pushing feebly at
Susan’s face. “Nooo,” she panted. Her breasts were so
hot, so hard, she was afraid they were going to explode.
Her nipples were already stinging like glass shards were
embedded in them, burning like live coals were atop
them. She’d never imagined her breasts could be so hard,
so swollen, the flesh so taut across them.

Her breasts bubbled and boiled, sending hot, flashing
lust through her chest, making her gasp and cough as it
surrounded her lungs and choked off her breath.

But Susan ignored her, mashing the fat breasts together,
plumping them up and out, biting and chewing on first
one, then the other, fingers digging deep furrows in the
soft, white skin.

Susan settled over her daughter, hot flesh laying down
on hot flesh. She rubbed and ground her body against
Lannie, rolling her breasts below her into Lannie’s
lower chest and upper belly. She slid her right leg over
and between Lannie’s thighs, rubbing it up and down
against the girl’s exposed cunt slid.

Lannie was soon breathing in harsh, ragged gasps again,
moaning and groaning as she rolled her head in sexual
torpor.

Susan slid down the girl’s body until she was sitting on
her heels between her thighs. She was bent over so that
her breasts were crushed into her own thighs as she
gazed at her daughter’s cunt opening.

She caressed the girl’s trembling thighs, then slid her
thumbs into the soft, tight pussy cleft and gently
peeled her open. She pulled wider and wider, opening her
up like a flower, displaying the gleaming pink flesh
inside, the hard little hooded clit, and the soft,
round, dark little hole that led up into Lannie’s belly.

She licked her lips in hunger, then leaned in and let
her tongue slid up and down the pink flesh.

Karen had taught her one trick she hadn’t yet mentioned
to Lannie. She had taught her how to exercise her tongue
so that she could push it out further and further. Susan
could touch the tip of her nose with her tongue, but
that wasn’t what she had used the ability for over the
years.

She showed Lannie now, pressing her tongue against the
teenager’s hole and wriggling it down into the spasming
little opening. She twisted and twined it in her
daughter’s fuck hole, scooping out hot, tasty fuck
honey, the warm cunt milk that her daughter was exuding
in such delicious amounts.

She pumped her tongue up and down in Lannie’s cunt as
the girl moaned and humped up against her. She felt
Lannie’s hands on her head, pushing down instinctively.
She smiled inwardly, then pumped her tongue faster. She
pulled it out then slid it up over Lannie’s clit.

Lannie gasped in shocked pleasure as her mother’s tongue
slithered up and down across her clit. She felt her
fingers exposing the hot little fuck button, then felt
her lips close around it and suck. Her tongue continued
to wriggle eagerly across the hot button as her mother
sucked.

Lannie felt her heaving body began to burn upwards again
towards another orgasm. She panted for breath, hands
jerking down beside her waist, curling into tight fists
as she stared upwards.

Then a towering wave of sexual pleasure roared over her
and drowned her in it’s deep, all encompassing ecstasy.
She cried out in glorious pleasure, her back arching,
her ass bouncing on the floor of the balcony as her cunt
blasted a deep, steaming froth of boiling sexual heat up
into her guts.

In the midst of it she felt herself pierced, felt her
mother’s oily fingers thrust up into her pussy, one,
then two, then three, pumping savagely s she bounced and
jerked and shook in the grip of the massive sexual
storm. She cried out again, shuddering and trembling as
another powerful blast wave of pleasure rocked her.

Then she groaned in exhaustion as she sank back down out
of the climax.

Susan smiled and slid up Lannie’s body, her own flesh
caressing the soft oiled girlflesh below. She pressed
her breasts against Lannie’s and stared down into the
girl’s face. Lannie looked up wearily, and Susan smiled.

She slid a hand below the teen’s head and lifted it up,
then kissed her, not as a mother, but as a lover. Her
lips slid softly over Lannie’s as her tongue probed
against her lips. She slid her tongue inside the girl’s
mouth and mashed her lips down.

Lannie responded instinctively, and their lips caressed
each other in a soft, warm, loving embrace. Susan
stroked her daughter’s body, letting her hands move
softly, lightly. She slid her hand around her daughter’s
body, then rolled back, pulling Lannie with her.

Lannie found herself laying atop her mother’s body,
looking down into her mother’s face. She gulped
anxiously as she realized what was expected of her. Yet
she also felt excitement at the challenge, at the
eroticism of the act.

She was still breathing heavily, but now she moved her
own hands onto her mother’s body for the first time, at
least consciously. She gazed down at Susan’s breast as
her hand closed over it, watching the flesh bulge
upwards as she squeezed.

She’d never touched another’s breasts, and was intrigued
as she worked her fingers into the soft meat. She bent
and licked over the nipple. It was much bigger than her
own, which she found fascinating. She sucked on it,
trying to copy what her mother had done to her own pink
nipples.

She squeezed both her mother’s breasts as she licked and
sucked on first one, then the other. She pinched them
teasingly, then pulled them upwards, only to let them
fall back. She chewed softly, her teeth gnawing at the
sensitive flesh as her tongue lapped hungrily.

But Susan was too hot to just lay there through a long
tongue bath. Licking and sucking her daughter to orgasms
had excited her to a fever pitch, and she needed much
more. She gripped Lannie’s hand and shoved it
desperately down between her legs, rubbing at her cunt.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh yes!” Oh, honey! Ohhh!”

Lannie rubbed at her mother’s cunt pad as she watched
and felt her mother jerk and shake. She knew she was
approaching orgasm, and looked at her, entranced, as
Susan began to jerk and shake and moan in passionate
release.

Lannie rubbed inexpertly at her mother’s slit, stroking
her fingers hard over the cunt slit, over her clitty,
rubbing her, masturbating her, as she did herself. Her
mother’s body jerked and heaved upwards against her as
Lannie rubbed her clit, then went still.

“Did you cum?” she asked excitedly.

“OOhhhhhh,” Susan moaned, letting her hands caress her
daughter’s head and face.

Lannie slid lower, excited again herself. She tongued at
her mother’s belly button, then eased lower, gazing
directly into her mother’s slit, into the opening she
herself had emerged from. She pried her mother’s cunt
lips open and licked her lips nervously as she stared at
the revealed flesh.

Then she began to lick her tongue up and down the pink
flesh, lapping excitedly at the clitty, sucking and
kissing it. She felt a hot stab of lust as she slid a
finger into her mother’s cunt tunnel and felt it
squeezing hotly down on the digit. She slid in another,
pumping them in and out as she licked at the clitty.

She heard her mother groan and whine and whimper in
pleasure, then felt her ass starting to grind into the
balcony. Susan began to buck up against her and Lannie
redoubled her actions, slurping and licking and sucking
on her mother’s clitty as she fucked her fingers down
into her cunt tunnel.

She remembered something, then, something from a porno
film she had seen once on cable. Excitedly she shifted
her body around until she was kneeing over her mother’s
face, then eased down, licking at her mother’s cunt a
she lowered her pussy over her mother’s face.

She sighed happily as her mother gripped her ass cheeks
and then began to lick at her snatch. She responded at
once, licking at her mother’s pussy, lapping and sucking
hungrily as she grunted and moaned in pleasure.

She rubbed her face into her mother’s pussy, stroking
the pink flesh with her chin and lips and nose. Her
tongue jammed down into the hot little fuck hole as she
tasted her mother’s cunt milk. She came again, bouncing
on her mother’s body, groaning and whining in heat and
passion as she jammed her cunt down on her mother’s
tongue.

Then it was her mother’s turn to cum again, jerking and
humping as Lannie ate her out.

After that they lay in each other’s arms, softly
stroking each other, exchanging long, moist kisses,
their tongues sliding back and forth.

Finally, Susan sat up, pushing Lannie away. She ran a
hand through her own hair and blinked up at the
sunlight.

“We should get in before we get burned,” she said.

Lannie sighed softly in response.

Susan reached down and gripped her wrist, pulling the
limp girl up to a sitting position. Lannie groaned, then
pushed herself up and, hand in hand, the two naked women
walked back into the apartment.

Susan was, naturally, delighted at how things had gone.
It was her hope that she would be able to persuade
Lannie of the benefits and advantages of lesbian lust,
perhaps even convince her not to waste her time on boys.

Their relationship had gone a subtle change. In Susan’s
mind Lannie was now both daughter and lover, a lush,
sweet, sexually desirable woman who just happened to
also be her sweet little girl, in need of motherly
protection.

For Lannie things were more complicated. Her mother had
long been something of a friend, offering advice more
than giving orders. Now, after their lovemaking, she
believed herself more equal than she had before. She was
proud of herself being able to make her mother cum, and
thought that gave her certain rights she didn’t have
before.

She was surprised at how much pleasure she herself had
gotten from the sex, and knew that it would not be the
last time she engaged in lesbian love. She still had a
deep curiosity about male-female sex, but the urgency to
lose her virginity was somewhat lessened now.

Now she could experiment and have wonderful sex, without
the worries and fears of what boys would think of her,
what they would say behind her back, who they would
tell. She trusted her mother completely, and felt safe
and free of worry in her arms.

She felt no embarrassment at what they had done
together, no guilt. After all, her mother had initiated
it, and obviously her mother wouldn’t have done anything
that was really wrong. Both had enjoyed it immensely,
and though she knew that others would strongly
disapprove, she also knew they would never find out.

She knew what they’d done was…well, very, very kinky,
but that only excited her. She was surprised at herself,
that she’d done something such a…perverted act of sex
It was perverted, she told herself. Everyone would say
so.

“You what?” Darla would gape. “You had sex with your
MOTHER?!!”

Lannie giggled just thinking about it, about telling
Darla or Shelly how she’d sucked her mother’s cunt, and
how her mother had sucked her off.

It made her skin break out in goosebumps, and made her
face flush. It excited her, aroused her. She’d done
something dirty. She was a wicked, sex fiend!

It made her feel hot to be so wicked, and when she
walked around the next day at school, she was
exquisitely aware of how sexy she was, how sensual she
felt.

Under her tight jeans and the button down red top that
was cropped off just below the breasts, she wore her
only really sexy lingerie, black lace french bra and
string bikini panties. She’d bought them, with much
embarrassment, for her first lover.

She’d had no idea, of course, that her first lover would
be a woman, let alone her mother.

She wore them today because it helped her feel even
sexier and more desirable. She was aware of every male
eye that turned her way, and shivered a little as she
imagined, with new insight, what they were thinking when
they watched her. They all wanted to fuck her, to push
their big cocks into her pussy.

Well, they’d just have to wait. Mom was right. Having
sex with them would probably be a short and unhappy
experience. It would hurt, and they’d blab to their
friends. She could take out her sexual lusts with mom
for the time being.

For the first time ever she was also aware of the girls
when they looked at her. She knew, from her own
experience, that when girls looked at girls it was
mostly just checking out the opposition. She always
watched what the other girls were wearing, after all,
and how their hair looked, and what kind of makeup they
had on.

But now, she wondered if any of them were looking at her
like the boys were. Some of them must be gay, after all.
Were some of them thinking about how they’d like to lick
her and suck her? She’d never thought of that before,
but now she tried to imagine herself having sex
with…Amber, say, or Blair, or maybe Sara.

Were any of them gay? She didn’t think so. They all
dated, like she did. None had ever approached her with
any hints of sex. She wondered if they’d be willing to
consider hints from her.

No. That was far too dangerous. If she came on to a girl
and the girl told people… No, she didn’t dare, not
unless she was sure of the other girl. She would be on
the lookout for some girl coming on to her, though.

In the meantime, she moved from class to class, aware
that many male eyes and some female eyes, focused in on
her with lust, and that her body was hot, and seductive,
and sexy, and that others wanted her.

It turned her on, and made her pussy tingle. She felt a
moist heaviness between her legs.

So by the time school was over and she made her way home
she was feeling very aroused. Her Mom was not home yet,
but Lannie wasn’t going to wait hours to relieve the
heat between her legs.

She stripped naked in front of the big mirror in her
room, then posed and preened. She put her hands behind
her head and arched her back, sliding her tongue back
and forth over her lips as she looked at herself. She
turned sideways, then turned her back on the mirror,
bending over and spreading her legs.

She had a great ass, she decided, a sexy ass.

She spread her legs and bent over more, gazing at the
tight slit between her legs. She slid a hand between her
legs and rubbed two fingers up and down along the slit,
then drove them up into herself. She grunted softly a
she pumped her fingers in her pussy. She was already
very wet inside, had been wet most of the day.

Her fingers moved easily in her pussy opening, gliding
in and out of her soft, tight, warm cunt tunnel, sawing
back and forth against her little clit bud.

She straightened up and turned around, her eyes hot and
excited as she stared at her nude body. She stroked her
hands up and down over her silky flesh, cupping her
breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pinching and
rolling her hard pink nipples.

“Slut,” she whispered. “Dirty lesbian whore.” The words
excited her and she slid a hand down between her legs,
stroking her clitty again. She had never watched herself
cum, and the idea suddenly seemed very attractive.

She stepped right up to the edge of the dresser, then
changed her mind and moved away. she walked down the
hall to her mother’s room and went in. Her mother had a
large, floor to ceiling mirror on the inside of her
door, with bright lights around it. She could see
herself much better in that.

She paused, then searched through her mother’s drawer
and pulled out some of the sexy lingerie she’d showed
off a few days back. They were much the same size,
though her mother was a cup smaller, being a thirty-six
C instead of a thirty-six-D.

She drew on the black lace teddy, pulling it up her
legs, then drawing the straps over her shoulders. It was
very tight across her breasts, but as she turned and
stared at herself in the mirror, she let out a small
groan of pleasure.

She looked so hot!

The teddy was gauzy and sheer, and she could see her
hard pink nipples easily, as well as the small bush
between her legs. The teddy was very high cut, both in
front and in back, and she turned and posed again and
again, her face flushed happily as she admired herself.

She stripped at last, then drew on what her mother
called a merry widow outfit. This consisted of a lacy
black bustier, even more transparent than the bra she’d
worn today, a matching garter belt and garters, long
lacy black stockings, and a G-string.

She also found, and put on, a pair of high, black,
spiked heels. The heels were far higher than she would
have ever dared wear to school or to a dance, or to
anywhere else, for that matter. They were what the guys
called. “fuck me” shoes, because of the way a girl’s ass
looked when she wore it.

Now, as she posed for the mirror, with nothing over her
ass except the thin strap of the G-string running down
between her cheeks, Lannie could understand why they
called it that.

She loved the way she looked, loved the way she felt,
loved the way the bustier squeezed her ribs and her
tits, shoving her already good sized mounds up and out.
Why, half her breasts were bared as she moved around in
the sexy garment.

There was a clap of thunder, and she went to the window
and looked out. The sky had gotten very dark, and it
looked like it was getting ready to rain any second.
Then it did, the rain pouring down and catching some
people unawares.

She looked out in disappointment. She had just been
getting the idea that she’d like to go outside in these,
to walk around without anyone knowing what she wore
beneath her clothes. She thought that would be very
sexy.

Then she swallowed as a bolt hit her, a sudden wild
thought that made her pussy burn.

She couldn’t go out in these shoes, of course, whether
it was raining or not. She unbuckled them then took them
off. She then eyed the long, lacy stockings. Her mother
would kill her if she got them wet and ruined them.

She rolled them down and put them away.

Without them, of course, there was no point in wearing
the garter belt, so she unclipped it and put it back
too. Then, deciding that naked was even sexier than the
bustier and G-string, she stripped off completely.

She hurried out of the room and went to the front
closet. There she found her rubber boots and put them
on, then pulled down her raincoat. The raincoat zipped
up the front, and fell to about six inches above the
knees. She pulled it on and zipped it up, then got her
keys and left.

She took the elevator downstairs with a middle aged man,
a man who had no idea she was completely naked below her
raincoat. Lannie couldn’t help rubbing her thighs
together discretely as the elevator moved.

She got out in the lobby, then went to the front doors,
and out. She flipped up the hood and went out into the
rain, enjoying the way it pelted down onto the hood and
against her raincoat.

She was cool beneath it, of course, at least, her skin
was. It didn’t chill her, though, because she was too
aroused, her blood moving too fast. She walked down the
street towards the small mall on the corner. There would
be people there.

She reached the mall, and went into the Seven-Eleven.
She walked along the aisles. There were many people
there, moving around, buying things. None knew she was
nude. She saw a guy at the magazine rack looking at a
dirty magazine, and had the almost irresistible urge to
open her coat and show him the real thing.

“Hey, Lannie.”

She whirled and saw Mike Moore and Amy Phillips.

“Hi,” she said, her heart pounding.

“Crummy day, huh?” Amy said.

“Oh, I kind of like the rain sometimes,” Lannie said.

“Yeah, well, if you’re wearing a raincoat, it’s okay,”
Mike said sourly. He only had a t-shirt, and his hair
was soaked.

“Be prepared,” Lannie said. “I should’ve been a girl
scout.”

She talked to them for another couple of minutes, both
excited and afraid. After all, if they found out she was
naked the whole school would know. Her name would be
mud! Everyone would think she was a nympho.

She left then, sauntering a little. Instead of heading
straight home she turned down the street. There was a
field that ran behind her block, one that she sometimes
walked through on her way to Elm street, where the bus
was.

Thunder cracked again, and lightning lanced across the
skies as the rain poured down. She walked to the edge of
the field, then turned in, walking along the path that
led alongside the houses.

To her left was the waist high grass, then, a hundred
yards or so away, there was a line of trees. On her
right, about twenty-five yards away, were the fences
that blocked the backs of people’s yards.

She walked about fifty yards up the path, then came to
the cross path. This one led off into the grass, a wider
path that led to Bank street where the elementary school
was, and where there were several much larger malls.

She turned onto that path. Now there was nothing but
grass on both sides for a considerable distance, and
nothing she could see ahead but trees and grass. She
unzipped her coat and let it fall open, her heat
increasing as the rain fell on her bare skin.

She eased her coat wider, baring her breasts as she
walked.

She trembled with excitement.

She passed a low gully then, leading down from the path.
There were a number of trees here, and a narrow brook
that was moving faster as the rain continued. This was
an area she always worried about when she used this
path, because some strange man could hide there and
pounce on her when she was alone.

Now, feeling more excited than ever, she made her way
carefully down into the gully. She took the raincoat off
completely and walked nude in amongst the trees. Her
head jerked from side to side as she looked around
anxiously, but there was nobody in sight.

The rain spattered against her swollen breasts and
dripped down off her nipples. It ran in fast rivulets
down her silky flesh to her thighs, then down between
her pussy lips.

She found a clear spot, where the rain fell
unobstructed, then set down the raincoat. She sat down,
then lay back and spread her legs wide, reaching above
her. She arched her back and let the rain beat down on
her naked flesh, straining the tendons in her thighs as
she pulled her legs as wide apart as possible.

She closed her eyes briefly, imagining a crowd of men
coming upon her like this. Then she began to run her
legs over her body. She opened her eyes and stared down
at herself a she stroked her breasts and squeezed them.
She slid her hands down between her legs and began
rubbing her pussy, her chest heaving as the excitement
made her heart pound.

If a man came along, she decided, she would offer no
resistance, no matter what he looked like, even if he
was a dirty, fat old bum. She would lay there and let
him fuck her.

She imagined an ugly old man coming upon her there as
she jerked off, imagined his cock getting hard, imagined
him jumping atop her and thrusting it into her cunny.

Maybe it would be a handsome guy her own age, she
thought, fantasising about that as she rubbed her
clitty.

Maybe it would be two guys, or three, or four. They
would jump on her, stripping off their clothes as they
surrounded her and groped and fondled her naked flesh.
Their cocks would pump into her excitedly as they
grunted in pleasure.

She grunted herself, humping up as her fingers drove
into her pussy slit.

Panting, she sat up and took off her boots. She rolled
off her coat and let her skin press into the grass and
leaves. She turned over and spread her arms and legs,
grinding her hips against the ground, humping her ass up
and down.

She rolled over again, then, her head buzzing, she stood
up and walked around, stroking herself, letting her feet
move through the grass. She walked over to the brook and
stepped into it, shivering a little as the water lapped
at her ankles.

She walked into the middle of the brook, then sat down,
she laid back, letting the water rush by her, then
spread her legs and stuffed her fingers into her slot.
She pumped furiously as the rain fell and the water
rushed by, grunting and moaning and whimpering as the
cum blasted into her.

She shuddered violently, her ass bouncing up and down in
the water, her cunt spasming and shaking and sucking on
her fingers a she rammed them into her slit and ground
her thumb down on her clitty.

The fire burned inside her, ripping up and down her
spine as the pleasure shook her to the core of her
being. She arched her back, her chest rising higher and
higher, her back aching as she pulled her head back into
the water.

Then she fell limp, her arms and legs wide, the water
lapping over her body as she moaned in exhaustion.

CHAPTER 3

Something had changed inside Lannie. She felt hot and
sexy all the time, always aware of her breasts pushing
out against her clothes, of her round ass cheeks and how
men loved staring at them. And especially of that
buzzing, sparkling little clit bud that felt so good at
the slightest touch.

When Susan came home that evening Lannie was wearing a
pear of shorts and the same red crop top she’d worn to
school, but with no bra or underwear. She was able to
slide her hands up under the top to rub her titties, or
slide them down into her shorts to stroke her pussy.

She had been careful not to jerk off again after getting
home. She had, however, often stroked her breasts and
clitty as she had lain back on the sofa and watched TV.
She had raised herself into a state of tingling heat
repeatedly, only to halt short of orgasm.

She wanted to be really hot when her mother got home,
sure that she would want to have sex again, as they’d
done yesterday on the balcony. She wanted to do IT with
her mother, but in her bed, like real lovers.

When Susan got home she set her purse down with a weary
thump, then took off her coat and hung it up.

“Hi Mom!” Lannie cried, bouncing over from the sofa,
eyes bright.

“Hi, honey,” Susan sighed, grunting as the girl threw
her arms around her and hugged her tightly.

“Let me get my coat and shoes off,” she exclaimed in
surprise.

Lannie jumped back, smiling. She put her hands behind
her and kind of swung from side to side as Susan pulled
off her shoes.

“What have you been up to?” she asked.

“You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“I put on my raincoat and went walking.”

“That’s nice.”

“Naked.”

“What?”

“I had nothing on underneath,” Lannie said, eyes
sparkling.

“Lannie,” Susan said disapprovingly.

“Nobody could see anything. I felt sooo hot.”

“I would’ve thought you’d feel chilly.”

“Uh, uh. Know what I did? I went out into the field and
took off my coat, then I laid down and jerked off.”

“You what?” Susan gasped.

Lannie flushed a little, embarrassed just a bit.

“Jesus Christ, Lannie! Are you crazy?”

“No. I was hot. It was a super turn-on!”

“You wouldn’t have been so turned on if some sleazy man
had come by and raped you.”

“Mother, in the mood I was in I would have raped him.”

Susan gazed at her in surprise. The girl was grinning,
her chest thrust out, her eyes alive. She looked like a
little sex kitten. She had no bra under the cropped top,
and her nipples pushed our very obviously hard against
the shirt.

Before she could say anything, Lannie stepped forward
and hugged her then, pressing her breasts against her,
then she slid her hands into Susan’s hair and pressed
her lips against Susan’s.

Susan was so surprised she didn’t react at first as
Lannie kissed her passionately, then slid her tongue
into her mouth. She belatedly gripped Lannie’s arms and
tried to push her away, having no success at first
because Lannie had her arms around her, and was
squeezing her ass.

“La…Lannie!” she said, pushing her back finally.

“Let’s make love!” Lannie gasped.

“Lannie, I just got home,” Susan exclaimed. “I’m tired
and I want to sit down and relax before I have to make
dinner.”

Lannie’s face fell and she looked pouty and
disappointed.

“Moooom,” she whined.

“Lannie, later on we can…fool around, okay?”

“C’mon,” Lannie whined, gripping Susan’s hand and
pulling it up under her crop top.

Susan felt the heat of her breast, felt her hard
nipples. She sighed and slid both hands up under the
little crop top, cupping and squeezing Lannie’s big
breasts as the girl moaned in pleasure.

“You’re a hot little slut now, is that it?” she growled.

“Yesssss,” Lannie sighed.

“Little girl toy. Little sex kitten.”

She worked her fingers into the soft meat, kneading the
teenager’s firm breasts. She squeezed her hands tight
around the round orbs, then swung the startled girl
around and pushed her against the wall.

She slid a hand behind her head and gripped her thick
brown hair, jerking back on it, forcing Lannie’s head
back. Then she jammed her hand down into the loose
shorts and squeezed her daughter’s pussy mound tightly.

“Ooohhhhh!” Lannie gasped.

She dug her fingers into Lannie’s cunt pad and twisted
them around, then began to rub them up and down along
the slit.

Lannie gasped and moaned and whimpered, her hands behind
her head, gripping her mother’s wrist as she humped
desperately against her fingers.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she gasped.

She came, humping wildly, gasping and grunting
repeatedly as her insides churned and roiled and heaved
with fiery sexual pleasure. She sobbed in ecstasy,
slapping her ass back against the wall as she jerked
herself off on her mother’s fingers.

Susan watched in surprise and pleasure, astonished at
the force of the girl’s cum, and how little it had taken
to bring it on. She couldn’t help wondering if she she’d
done something, if she’d changed the way the girl looked
at sex, made her somehow more sexually alive.

Lannie moaned and fell back against the wall, legs
spread, mouth slack as she groaned weakly.

Susan continued to rub at her pussy, her fingers sliding
up into the tight slit as she rubbed her thumb over her
clitty.

She smirked as she watched the girl squirm and writhe in
pleasure again. She let go of her hair but Lannie didn’t
pull her head forward. She jerked her hand out of her
shorts and gripped the crop top, tearing it open,
exposing those firm, round teenage breasts.

She shoved her hand down Lannie’s pants again as she
bent and closed her mouth over her nipple. She sucked
hard as she stroked her fingers hard along the girl’s
slit. Then she gripped the back of her neck and pulled
her head back. She bit down on the side of Lannie’s
throat as the teenager began to hump wildly against her
hand.

Lannie came again, whimpering and grunting and moaning
in pleasure as she drove herself down on her mother’s
fingers. Fire seared her as the excitement boiled her
mind raw and sent her thoughts spinning away. Her eyes
rolled back in her head as the sex heat rippled along
her nervous system.

“Will that hold you until later?” Susan snorted.

It did, but only just. Susan was amazed at the way the
girl acted. She flirted constantly, and bounced around
like a real little cock tease…or cunt tease, as it
were. She groped and fondled Susan whenever she passed
near, and exposed her breasts a number of times.

Susan couldn’t help getting aroused herself, but tried
to resist. After all, an occasional bout of sex was one
thing, but fondling each other like horny lovers every
chance they got was just not what she wanted. Lannie was
her daughter, after all.

Instead of spending the evening in her bedroom talking
on the phone or doing homework, Lannie hung around her
all the time, talking about sex, asking about what it
was like to have a cock inside her, asking why Susan
didn’t like having cocks any more.

She talked about her fantasies, about the boys she’d
like to fuck, about what they looked like and acted
like. She also mentioned a new interest in the girls at
school, mentioning several that Susan knew and asking
her other if she was sexually aroused by them, if she’d
like to have sex with them, and whether she thought
Lannie should try and have sex with them.

And she kept posing and preening in an effort to excite
her.

Susan did her best to ignore the temptation. But then
when the girl said she was going to change for bed, and
then came out wearing nothing but a G-string, Susan felt
a bolt of pure desire shoot up into her pussy.

“Where did you get that?” she asked.

“I borrowed it from you. I look good in it, don’t I?”

She looked fantastic, especially with her hair loose,
all brushed out and falling across her soft round
shoulders like silk, framing her face so nicely.

Lannie turned and presented her bare ass, wagging it
from side to side as she bent over and looked in the
bottom of the cupboard.

“Little cunt tease,” Susan said.

She slid her hand between Lannie’s thighs and cupped her
pussy. Lannie straightened rapidly, rising on her toes
as she arched her back and pushed her ass back onto
Susan’s hand. She sighed in pleasure as Susan kneaded
her pussy through the lacy G-string, raising her hands
and sliding her fingers through her silky hair as she
groaned.

“You’ve sure got a hot little pussy today, honey,” Susan
snorted.

“Ooohhhhh! Put your fingers in meeee!” Lannie groaned,
rolling her head from side to side.

“My fingers are too long,” Susan grinned. “You don’t
want me to tear out that hot little cherry of yours
before some boy can do it.”

“Oohhhhh. I don’t caaarre,” Lannie moaned.

“All right, you little slut. Let’s go,” Susan growled.

She pulled her hand out from the swaying girl’s legs and
gripped her arm and marched her down the hall to her
bedroom.

She pushed her against her bed, bent her over, and
pulled the G-string down her thighs to her ankles. Then
she positioned the girl on all fours on the bed and
stood back.

“Spread your legs, Lannie,” she growled. Lannie obeyed
her, panting wildly, eyes shining with lust and
excitement.

“Now this is how a boy toy positions herself,” Susan
said. “On all fours with her ass up in the air so she
can be mounted. Do you want to be mounted, Lannie? Do
you want some boy to come along and ride you like a
bitch in heat?”

“Oooooo, yeeesssss,”

Susan snorted, then moved to her closet. She fished out
a box from the bottom, then opened it and withdrew a
strap-on dildo. She slipped the straps up and then
buckled it around herself. The dildo was easily ten
inches long, and very thick.

She thought it would probably cause the virgin girl a
lot of discomfort. It wouldn’t hurt exactly, but it
would, she hoped, discourage her from her fantasies
about cocks.

She stepped up behind her, then got on the bed behind
her.

“Wha…what’s that?” Lannie gasped, looking at the dildo
sticking out from her mother’s slit.

“This is my cock. I’m going to fuck you with it.”

“You…you’re…You mean you’re going to…”

“Pop your cherry.”

“Oh, God!” Lannie moaned.

Susan slid her hand between her daughter’s thighs and
squeezed her pussy, then slid two fingers up inside,
pumping them in and out.

“Do it,” Lannie whimpered. “Put it in me!”

“So you’re a hot little slut now,”

“Yessss,” Lannie groaned.

“You need a big cock up your pussy.”

“Ohhh yessssss,” Lannie hissed.

“Dirty girl!”

She rubbed the rounded nose of the thick rubber cock up
and down against Lannie’s moist pussy slit while the
girl trembled anxiously and began to pant and moan in
anticipation.

She pressed the dildo forward, easing Lannie’s pussy
lips in and back, grinding it around as she slowly
worked the head of the realistic looking dildo into the
teenager’s tight pussy hole. Lannie’s breathing was
already harsh and fast as she felt just the head, and
she spread her legs further apart, the pressure in her
skull building up to almost painful force.

Susan pushed the entire head into her, then pulled it
back.

“MOooooooom!” Lannie moaned in protest.

“You’ll be whining a different tune if I just ram this
up your pussy, Lannie.”

“Put it innnnnnn!”

Susan pushed the head through the tight little pussy
lips, then thrust forward a little, driving an inch of
rubber cock shaft through. Lannie squeaked in pleasure.

“You’re a real little cock eater, aren’t you?” Susan
said, half disgusted, half amused.

She pulled back, then slid the thing forward, easing
another inch through the tight lips. She slid her hand
down around the rubber cock, rubbing against Lannie’s
pussy lips, excited at how tight they were around the
round shaft.

She pushed forward more, driving more cock into her,
until she felt a resistance in front of her, her
daughter’s intact cherry. She punched lightly against it
repeatedly, wanting to weaken the obstruction before
tearing through.

Lannie grunted with each impact, rocking to and fro as
her mother drove the big dildo into her. She felt a
sharp aching down inside her from where the head of the
rubber prick was pushing against her hymen, and steeled
herself to pain when it broke through.

Then, suddenly, it did. She gasped as she felt a stab of
pain down there, but then nothing followed. She felt the
big, thick rubber prick slide deeper, felt her insides
opened up for the first time ever, and groaned in relief
and pleasure.

“Well, that was easy,” Susan commented.

Lannie didn’t answer. She hadn’t heard. All her
concentration was on her pussy tunnel, where, for the
first time, she could FEEL something, could feel the
round rubber cock as it moved into her, could feel the
ridges and vines carved into the side as they brushed
along her silky soft pussy walls.

Susan couldn’t help being excited as well. She seldom
used the dildos except on bi girls. Most of her lesbian
friends had little use for them, not being particularly
turned on by penetration. She loved the look, though, of
the thick black rubber shaft sliding through the wide,
straining pussy lips in front of her.

She thrust in hard, driving the thing deep into her
daughter’s cunt shaft. Lannie cried out in surprise, but
there was still little pain. Susan frowned unhappily.
She didn’t want to hurt he daughter, but she had hoped
that being penetrated by this big fake male organ would
hurt the virginal girl, and would convince her that
cocks were way overrated.

Instead, Lannie was obviously feeling little, if any
pain, and was also obviously getting off on wrapping her
pussy around a big male cock, even a fake one. There was
no getting around it, Susan sighed to herself. Her
daughter would probably be, at best, bisexual, and would
obviously always brave male cocks.

She gripped her hips and buried the last of the long
thick prick in her belly, grinding her hips around,
grunting as the pad at the base of the dildo ground
against her own clitty in a delightful way.

She slid her hands up and down Lannie’s body, stroking
and caressing her as she held the dildo inside her
belly. She slid a hand down onto her belly, then in
between her legs. She fingered Lannie’s clitty, rubbing
it hard against the dildo sticking out of her hole.

Lannie cried out in pleasure, then began to buck back
against her, humping desperately as she felt an immense
wave of sexual bliss towering over her. She panted and
shook as she humped back, then cried out in glorious
sexual ecstasy, her head thrashing up and down as she
sobbed in pleasure.

Susan knew a cum when she saw one. She began to fuck
into the girl, as she obviously wanted, surprised at how
soon, and how powerful Lannie’s climax was.

Lannie grunted and yelped wildly as fire raced up and
down her body. She twisted and shook her ass around on
the big dildo like a fish caught on a hook, glorying in
the way it twisted and moved around in her belly. There
was something awesomely exciting about having something
big and hard way, way up inside her like that, and she
was delirious with pleasure.

Susan clung to her daughter as the girl bounced and
shook and jerked in orgasmic glee, unable to pump
properly as Lannie swung her ass around in maddened
pleasure. Finally, though, the orgasm washed away and
Lannie groaned in relief and exhaustion, sinking down
onto her elbows, then folding her arms below her as she
let her head come to rest on the bed.

Susan snorted in amusement, then gripped her hips in a
tight embrace and began to fuck. She used the full, long
length of the dildo, and a steady pace, fucking it up
and down Lannie’s virgin cunt tunnel as the girl moaned
in pleasure.

Several times she pulled the dildo completely out,
watching, entranced, as Lannie’s gaping pussy hole
remained partially open for long moments before slowly
closing. She rubbed the head of the dildo, now moist
with Lannie’s cunt juices, up and down the soft,
gleaming slit, then pushed it against her hole and
thrust in hard, buying it in a single, long stroke.

Lannie quivered in delight with each new penetration and
knelt there in submissive languor as Susan ran the long
length of cock up and down her pussy in a steady pumping
stroke.

Susan pulled it out and pushed Lannie over onto her
side, then rolled her onto her back. Lannie looked up
dreamily, spreading her legs wide as Susan knelt between
them. Susan rubbed the head up and down her daughter’s
slit again, as Lannie looked on through slitted eyes.

Then she sank it in to the hilt, sliding forward onto
Lannie, crushing her swollen breasts against Lannie’s
own hard, upturned mounds. Their lips met and slid
together in warm, carnal embrace as their bodies rubbed
against each other.

Lannie’s hands slid up around her mother, caressing her
back briefly, then sliding down onto her buttocks. She
dug her fingers into the soft flesh there, pulling on
her mother, trying to pull the dildo deeper into her
pussy.

Susan ran her fingers through Lannie’s hair, and rubbed
their breasts back and forth together like four lumps of
bread dough, squeezing and rolling and mashing them
around as their tongues slithered together and the dildo
ground into Lannie’s belly.

She began to stroke again, and the first hard stroke
made Lannie gasp in surprise and pleasure.

Susan giggled. She’d known that the girl would get much
more pleasure face to face than doggie style. Doggie
style was a man’s invention, made for his convenience.
Fucking doggie style usually caused the cock to rub
against the bottom of a woman’s slit, not the top where
her clitty was.

Now, as she thrust into Lannie, the ridged rubber pushed
forcefully down on the girl’s clitty and sawed across it
with every movement.

“Oh! Oh! Oh yess! Ohh! Ooooo! Oh Mommy! Oohhh! Fuck
meee! Fuck meee! Ooohh!” Lannie cried, whimpering in
delight as Susan began to hump harder and faster.

“Oh yess! OhhhhhH! Harder! Harder! Oh my GOddddd!”
Lannie panted, jerking down on her mother’s ass to
increase the force of the thrusts.

She was in heaven, she thought. She pulled her knees up
and back, grunting in pleasure as the big rubber tube
rasped across her clitty and thrust deep into her belly.
Her mother’s breasts were soft, and heavy, and warm
against her own as they rolled and mashed together.

She felt herself rising upwards towards another cum. She
humped up instinctively. She slid her long less around
her mother’s body and rocked back with each thrust,
grunting and panting and moaning as her body began to
tremble with a sexual heat that burned like fire.

Then she came again. She jerked violently, then
shuddered. Her head bounced spastically as she rutted up
against the big cock. Her eyes rolled back and her
vision faded. All her concentration focused on the
pleasure roaring through her body and mind, and that big
hard cock plunging again and again down into her belly.

She clutched her mother desperately, gurgling and
moaning and whimpering as a firestorm of sexual pleasure
rippled through her nervous system. Muscles spasmed and
twitched as lightning flashed through her overloaded
body.

“Oohhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned finally, as the cum slowly
receded. “Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Soooo…soooooo gooood!”

Her legs flopped back to the bed and her arms fell limp.
She groaned weakly, chest heaving.

Susan continued to thrust into her, gnawing and licking
at the nape of her neck as she jammed the dildo up her
crack repeatedly. She too was hot and excited, and each
thrust made the pad on the base of the dildo grind
deliciously against her clitty.

She was on the verge of coming herself, and threw her
hips down in a furious series of rutting strokes.

Then she came as well, gnashing her teeth as she felt
the heat blossom within her lower belly and then blast
upwards into her skull. She grunted again and again as
she spiked the dildo up into Lannie’s pussy, heedless of
anything but her own pleasure.

But then her own orgasm faded, and she too fell limp,
her body laying full length down on Lannie as they both
groaned and panted for breath.

Susan pushed herself up on her elbows and smiled down
into Lannie’s face. She reached down and flipped some of
her hair out of her face, and Lannie smiled back up
dreamily.

“So you got your pussy pumped,” Susan said.

“Yeaaaahhhh,” Lannie sighed.

“I take it you liked it.”

They both giggled, then Susan kissed her.

“Can we do it again?” Lannie groaned.

Susan laughed. “It’s kind of tiring, you know.”

“Pleeeeasse!”

“Oh all right, but this time…” She rolled over on her
back, taking Lannie with her so she was no on top. “you
be on top,” she completed.

“How do I…”

Lannie licked her lips, then put her hands against the
bed and pushed herself up. The dildo was still buried up
her snatch, and she could feel its delicious movements
every time she shifted her body. She carefully pushed
herself upright, drawing her legs in so she was
kneeling, straddling her mother’s hips.

She put her hands on her mother’s belly, gingerly
sitting back, taking the final few inches up into her
belly. She groaned as she sank fully onto the dildo and
her soft buttocks pressed down hard on her mother’s
thighs.

She slid her hands down onto her own belly, stroking the
flesh, wondering if she could feel the hard rubber cock
up inside herself.

“It…must be wayyyy up here,” she panted, squeezing her
belly.

She gave a little hump up, and gasped as she fell back
down. She leaned forward and began to raise her ass,
sliding her pussy up the dildo. She slid back down
again, then rose once more. She began a steady up and
down movement as she bent and kissed her mother.

Then she sat up and began to bounce up and down,
laughing gleefully as her pussy rode up and down on the
hard rubber prick, yelping with pleasure as she fell
down, impaling herself repeatedly.

Susan just lay there with her hands behind her head,
looking up and smiling as Lannie rode her cock. It was
only when the gleeful yelps turned to groans of lust and
desire, and her movements showed a new desperation, that
she reached out and stroked Lannie’s clitty, then
reached a hand up and squeezed one of her breasts.

Lannie gurgled in delight, bouncing and twisting and
grinding herself on the big cock as the heat flashed
into overload and her mind spun under the massive
assault of sexual ecstasy.

She arched her back, dropping her head far back as she
jerked convulsively. Susan raised her knees and Lannie
fell back across them, jerking and twitching and shaking
as the orgasm ripped through her.

Susan fucked up into her, using the spring of the
mattress to send the dildo thrusting up into Lannie’s
pussy as the girl moaned and whimpered and grunted in
pleasure. She stroked the teenager’s hard, taut breasts,
then squeezed harshly as Lannie mewled in mindless heat.

Susan couldn’t even see the girl’s face. Her shoulders
and head had fallen back across Susan’s knees, her arms
at her sides twitching and jerking fitfully as Susan ran
the dildo up into her pussy.

She pulled her knees up, forcing Lannie’s upper body up
as well, then Lannie dropped forward atop her and she
hugged the girl lovingly, stroking her ass cheeks as the
teenager’s chest heaved and her overheated body quivered
against her.