Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 17:30:13 EST
From: Lacey
Subject: Lacey's World/004a/Ruth and her daughter Sarah

Many thanks for the good feedback I have received from my friends at
#niftygirls. A big Hallo to Julie and Wendy, whom I forgot to mention
previously, (Lacey walks around her flat in sackcloth and ashes), and my
apology to anyone else I may have forgotten. It's just that I have met
soooooo many good people in there, and I have not kept a diary. Anyway,
enough to say that my life is definitely richer for meeting you all. I had
got into a rut, and my chats with you girls in #niftygirls have shown me
that life is so varied, I should not have cause to complain.

Please understand that although the subject matter of these stories is true
and really did happen, the names HAVE been changed to protect their
identities as best I can. Also the events are not recent, happening about
five years ago.

This is the fourth story. You can find the other three in Adult Friends
under Lacey's World.

This story contains explicit descriptions of sex between young and older
females. If this may offend you, do not read any further. Please do not
reproduce this article whole or in part, without my permission.

So, on with Chapter Four.  Ruth and her daughter Sarah.



I have to admit that I found Sarah very attractive in a sexual
way. Although only 13, she had a deep grasp of things sensual, and loved to
experiment. My shelf of toys in my bedroom became two shelves, as I bought
several more toys for her to play with over the next few months. About once
a week, I used to 'baby-sit' her for her mum, and she would bring her
homework if she had any, but usually worked it so that she had none on
'our' nights. Obviously I had Ruth's work address and telephone number,
just in case, and I had been to the gym where she worked, and seen what the
set up was. Although fairly young, Ruth was very overweight, due to a
glandular problem, and was always trying to keep her size down, but losing
the battle. Sarah was the result of one of her many 'one night stands', and
she was not really sure who actually fathered the child. Over the years she
had drifted into lesbianism, but still enjoyed 'swapping proteins', as she
put it once, with a few of her men-friends she kept in contact with. She
was, and still is, a jolly person who would not let life get her down, and
has been a steadying influence on me since I met her. I think I look upon
her as my 'Mother Earth' figure. We had sat and chatted over coffee, and I
had made it clear that I was totally lesbian, which she accepted without
question or reservation. I had started working in a Club as a dancer, but I
was not too happy with it. It was just a financial stopgap at that
time. Ruth introduced me to 'a friend' Angie, who became my agent, and
through her guidance I learned the ropes of Club Dancing.

About a month after I had started baby-sitting Sarah, Ruth left her with me
and went off to do her evening shift at the gym. This was the third time I
had sat for her and Sarah and I were really only finding out about each
other. Our previous evenings had ended up with us naked and satisfied, as
we fingered, licked and sucked, and then finished each other with one of my
toys. This evening, however, was going to prove to be different, and change
our whole relationship. Sarah was a bit quiet when she arrived, and
obviously had something on her mind. I felt that if she wanted to say
something I would let her say it in her own time. I was in my usual flat
attire - my white silk dressing gown, and she was in her school
uniform. She had brought her night-dress in a bag with her, and I suggested
as usual that we shower together and order a take-away for dinner.

I loved watching her undress, and she already knew it. I sat on my bed and
pinched my right nipple as she sat on the chair and took off her shoes. She
looked up and smiled impishly at me. She knew by now that I liked to watch
her, and she started to put on a tease show. She took off her short socks
flashing me glimpses of her white knickers under her skirt, and I could see
that they were wedging into her girl slot. She came over and gave me a
light kiss on the lips, whilst she leaned her left hand on my leg. I hugged
her with my right arm round her shoulders and gave her my tongue. Her right
hand ran up the inside of my thigh until her index finger ran up the front
of my crease. Then I felt her right middle finger dip into my wet well a
couple of times. She pulled away from me laughing; "You're bloody wet,
Lacey. Started without me?" My hand went to my wet slit as she skipped back
to her chair. She sat open kneed on the chair so I could again see up her
skirt, and unbuttoned her blouse. She was not wearing her usual School bra,
but a beautiful white lace one, which was slightly padded to give her a
cleavage. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her hands over them. "Mum got
me this, and another one. She got me some new knickers too."

"It makes you look older," I said; gently stroking up and down my wet
gulley, my other hand still tweaking my nipple.

She stood up with the blouse undone, and released the hook and zip on her
skirt. She let it fall to the ground, stepped out of it, flicked it up to
her hand with her foot, and dropped it onto the seat behind her. I watched
mesmerised. She stood with her feet apart and again cupped her breasts. She
rubbed her hands over them, then she took off her blouse and dropped that
onto the chair behind. I could now see that she was wearing her new
knickers as well. She reached to where the cups met and unhooked her bra,
which parted to display her budding tits, now quite hard and pointed with
her excitement. Hmmmmmmmm, I let my finger enter into myself, easing it
gently in and out as I continued to watch her. She turned her back to me
and bent at the waist to put the bra carefully ontop of her clothes. I
realised that she was showing me the thong back to her knickers.

Now I must stop here to point out that a few years ago, thong underwear was
not as readily available as it is now. I suddenly realised that she and her
Mum must have gone out especially to buy them, not just into the ordinary
High Street Shops. I felt a rush of excitement at the various ramifications
of this.

Sarah turned and walked back over to me, almost reaching where I was
sitting on the bed, and then turned on her heel, and bent over touching her
toes. In that instant she showed me her 13-year-old butt, bisected by a
thin white chord, which hardly covered her brown anal ring and broadened
across her not-so-little cunnie lips, which were showing distinctly. I
dropped to me knees and kissed each of her bum cheeks, then buried my face
in her cleft, kissing her cotton-covered lips.

"Uh! Uh, Later !" she teased me and pulled away, leaving me kneeling and
looking up at her. She put her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them
down slowly, so that the gusset stuck in her crotch and and slowly peeled
away to reveal her puss. I could see there was no hair, where there had
been whisps before. I looked back up at her eyes. She shrugged and
smiled. "I waxed it yesterday. Fucking hurt!" And then she laughed, and
laughed. "Lacey, if you could see your face now!" She stepped out of her
thong and catapulted it over to the other clothes. I shuffled along on my
knees and buried myself in the cleft at the top of her legs. My tongue
curled into her entrance. I licked the cream out of her gulley and felt the
stiff little lump of her clitoris. I pulled her lips apart and ran my
tongue into the 'piss lips' that had fallen out. She held onto my head for
balance, and put her left foot up on my right shoulder. I was now able to
lick from back to front. I put my left index finger to her open entrance
and it slipped in easily. Whilst I finger fucked her, I teased her clit. I
looked up and could see her stomach ripple and tense, and very quickly she
orgasmed.

"Christ! Oh Lacey! Bloody 'ell!" She squeezed my face into her cunt and
just stood for a minute like that, whilst I tongued her hole. Eventually I
had to push away to breathe. She took her foot off my shoulder and
staggered, stiff-legged to my bed, where she toppled onto her back, to lie
opened kneed, half-on half-off the side of the bed. I shuffled over to her,
to kneel between her legs. I dipped my head down to her blushing gash and
kissed her several times gently, savouring the lovely hot smell of her
girlie cunt. Her hands tousled my hair. "Fuck that was good," she panted
between breaths.

As we revived ourselves a few minutes later over a cup of tea in the
kitchen I asked her where she had got the underwear. "Mum brought them home
for me. One of her friends works in a sweat-shop and they were running them
up for a special order. Some boutique somewhere." 'Well' I thought, 'good
old Mum.'

"There is something I wanted to ask you, Lacey," said Sarah looking over
the rim of her cup. I looked back at her, eye to eye. I could see that she
was a bit hesitant about this. "Does it hurt?" "What?" "Being fucked up the
bum?" Her little eyes ducked behind the cup rim. I laughed. "You little
minx! What makes you ask that?"

"Well...it's just that....... Well on your shelf.....ohm.. I'll show you."
She got up from the table and a watched her pert little bottom exit out the
kitchen door. She reappeared quickly, holding several of my toys. They were
all butt plugs of different lengths and thickness. She spread them on the
table. "That's what these are for isn't it?" I was not sure how to react. I
looked at her straight and said "Yes they are."

"Do you use them?" she asked.

"Yes I do." I answered.

"So what's it like?"

"Well. It' hard to explain, love."

"I put my finger up my bum last night. Bloody difficult."

I had to laugh. "Didn't you use any lubricant?" I asked.

"Haven't got any. I did spit on my finger though. Still bloody difficult."

I could see where this conversation was leading to, and so I asked, "Do you
want me to show you how to use these?" and I picked up a thin red gel plug,
"because there are certain things that have to be done before we start to
play with these."

The cup she was sipping from went back down onto the table. Her eyes lit
up. "Oh yeah Lacey! Can you?"

I took a deep breath. 'What are you getting into here Lacey?' I
thought. "OK. The first thing we must do is have an enema."

"Right...what's an enema?" she asked.

"Well if we're going to play with our bottoms," I said as though talking to
a small child, "we must first clean them."

"Ok........so what's an enema?"

"It's a special wash to clean bottoms," I answered. I could see that I was
still not getting through. "The inside of your bottom........ a flush out."

"Aaaaaah! Yes... Hmmm.  Inside.....out.  Isn't that a bit messy?"

"Not if it's done right, no. I really enjoy it." I said. "Come on and I'll
show you." And with that I took her hand and we went into my bathroom.

A nursing friend had given me an attachment that screws on to the tube from
my bath shower. It was no so much an enema nozzle as an instrument for
irrigation. You first set up the water temperature and low pressure, then
insert it up your arse. It has a junction so that the water can go in, and
the waste water can come out, with a tube so you can direct where it
goes. I unscrewed the hand shower and screwed on the attachment. I let the
water run until the hot was through and then set up the temperature and
pressure. It has a twist valve to control the pressure, and requires very
little pressure to make it work, and I think too much would hurt. Sarah
watched as I put a foot either side of the toilet bowel, and squatted. I
lubed the four-inch long nozzle with KY and inserted it into my bowel, and
turned on the water. Almost immediately the drain tube showed evidence of
success as it drained into the toilet bowel. In less than 30 seconds I had
flushed myself clean. Sarah just watched bug eyed. "Gosh. Never seen that
before. Ought to use that when I'm consty. Much better."

I shut her up with a thin grin and the words, "Now it's your turn." I
turned the water off, withdrew the metal probe, and gave it to her. She
looked at it, and turned the water back on. It showered out water until she
shut it off again.

"And this goes up my.........."

"Yup."

I moved away from the toilet bowl and she took my place. I smeared some
more KY over the nozzle and she squatted down, reaching through her legs
with it. She looked up at me, and I just nodded at her and said "Yup"
again. She closed her eyes and pushed it in. It obviously went in easier
than yesterday's finger, and when she turned on the water she started to
giggle. "Hey Lacey, this don't half feel funny," she said. Then she looked
down into the bowl. "Oh fuck!" she grimaced. "You don't have to look, yon
know!" Within a few seconds the water ran clear and I flushed the loo, but
she continued to irrigate her colon. I waited a few more seconds and then
suggested she turn off the water.

"Now for a shower," I said and swapped the nozzle for the bath shower
handset. We stepped into my walk-in shower and washed each other
down. Sarah was so itching to get on with the plugs that she was not having
any distractions in the shower, just a quick soap, rinse and out. I rinsed
myself and stepped out to find her back in my bedroom already. She had laid
out all the plugs on the bed in order of thickness, and was putting the
thicker ones to one side. As I approached she said to me, "I don't think
I'll ever be able to take these Lacey. Noo, never!" I smiled at her
naivety.

I sat on the bed beside her and explained that 'being clean' was a personal
thing, but I thought a good one. I told her that if I was visiting a friend
I quite often took an enema kit, which could be easily obtained from a
local Chemist anywhere. I then explained that you did not just stick things
up your bum. It was important to use plenty of lubricant, and to take one's
time. "You have to focus your mind. Try to imagine the muscles that you
have to relax to allow it to enter. Concentrate and allow them to relax."

"You make it sound like something out of Kung Fu," she interrupted with a
smile.

I went on. "Feel your ring muscle as you sit there. Actually be aware of
it. You can tighten it at will. But try to relax it, without pushing or
anything." I reached over for my box of condoms (I buy a gross at a time,
its cheaper) opened the foil and spread it down the thin red plug. I
applied a little KY to it. "Now then young lady, up on all fours."

Sarah looked at the plug and then moved round on the bed, so she was on
hands and knees, with her bottom pointing towards me. She winced as I
applied some KY to her ring, and gave an "Ahhhhgh!" when I stuck my finger
in a little. I slid it in and out a few times, and then felt underneath her
with my other hand, stroking her cunny and clit. I felt her clench her ring
round my finger and a told her to relax it. The pressure became less and I
was able to slide in and out more easily. Then I withdrew my finger, and
she felt the tip of the plug instead.

"Now I need you to relax completely there. Really think about it." I
applied a bit of pressure, and rotated the plug, first one way then the
other. Slowly it slid in. I pulled it back out and then pushed it in again,
going deeper. Each time I went deeper and deeper, slowly twisting it around
as it went in. I also continued to finger her cunny and clit. Suddenly I
was in far enough for her ring to close over the neck, next to the 't' bar
end. I gave it one more push to make sure it was right in before letting
go, and it stayed in. "There we are, that didn't hurt did it?"  She looked
round at me and her big cow eyes were full of tears. "I didn't did I,
love?" I asked anxiously.

She gave a weak smile. "No Lacey. You didn't." She sniffed. "It's the most
wonderful feeling I've ever had!" I looked at her and laughed. "You silly
cunt. I thought I had hurt you!" She put a hand between her legs and felt
the plug end, running a finger round between the plug and her skin, feeling
how it fit. She pulled at it and it plopped out. She pushed it back in. She
did this a few times. I prepared another, slightly thicker plug with a
condom and lubed it. I told her to pull the first one out, and put this
next one in. She did, finding the thicker one slightly difficult to get in
over the ridge near its end, but managing. Again she plopped it in and out,
fucking her own arse with it. I prepared a third plug, which was longer and
thicker still. We traded plugs and she again worked the new one up into
herself. I was dripping cunt juice watching her. I prepare a fourth
plug. This one was quite thick, and tapered about 5 inches to the collar
and 't' bar. She turned round and saw what was in my hands.

"No fucking way Lacey. Its too big," she said decidedly.

"You're right. This one's for me." I bent over to show her my bum, and she
watched as I slid it into myself.  She reached over and tried to pull it
back out, but I clenched down on it. "No don't. I want it in for a few
minutes," I said. I want to stretch myself open. Sarah climbed down off the
bed, and, reaching round behind her, pushed on the plug with her right
hand. Then she walked a few paces. "It doesn't fall out, does it?" she
asked.

"It will in a few minutes," I said. "You will probably feel as though you
want to take a dump. Don't worry. Just take it out and we will wait a
minute or so, and then put it back up."

Sarah went over to the dressing mirror and bent over, looking at her
plugged bum through her legs. "Looks great, don't it?" she asked.

"Yes it does," answered another voice. It was Ruth. Her mother had a key to
let herself in with in cases of emergency, and she had come into the flat
without us noticing. Sarah stood bolt upright and said, "Mum!" in a
horrified voice. "We were just....."

"It's alright love. I don't mind you playing with Lacey."

I was just standing there, with my jaw slack. I didn't know what to
say. Ruth came over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. She looked down
at the remaining plugs on the bed and picked one up. "Do you think I could
try this one, Lacey, love?" she said, and smiled broadly.

"But I thought you wouldn't be back until after midnight," I stammered.

"There was a local power cut. Some workman cut through a cable and the area
is out. So we shut up shop and I came home, here........." She began to
undress there and then, piling her clothes over the bed.

"Lacey doesn't like you using her plugs if you're not clean," butted in
Sarah. "Come with me and I'll fix you up." She almost dragged her mum into
the bathroom and shut the door. I went into the lounge and poured myself a
stiff gin and tonic and sat in the sofa, completely nonplussed. A few
minutes later they both appeared at the doorway, Sarah smiling as usual,
and Ruth now completely naked. She did a quick jive and her rolls of fat
all moved about. "Great innit," she said.

"So what...." I started, but Ruth just strode in and with a dismissive
gesture said, "Don't worry about it Lacey. I half guessed what was going on
about a couple of weeks ago. Quite a flat you have here." She nodded back
at the bedroom. "Quite an impressive collection of toys too." She paused
just long enough to catch a breath. "What are you drinking? Can I have a
whisky and soda?" I started to get up and Sarah motioned me to stay
there. She went to the cabinet and poured a large (very) whisky into a
tumbler, and then went out to the kitchen for the soda. Ruth lumbered round
and sat down in the armchair next to me. She hooked her right leg over the
arm so I could not help but look straight at her cunt. I had noticed she
was shaven, like me. Sarah returned with her Mum's drink and gave it to
her. She looked down at her Mum, frowned and pushed her leg off the
arm. "Mum, behave yourself."

"Give your Mum a kiss," was her answer. Sarah bent over, and before I knew
it, had started to kiss her mum's breast. Ruth's right hand went between
her young legs and stroked up and down by her knees. As Sarah's kiss became
a suckle, Ruth's hand elevated up the inside of Sarah's legs and met her
puss. I could see Ruth's thumb working her little clit in her slot.

"She used to sleep in my bed as a tot, and as she got older we got
....... Closer," was all Ruth said to me before turning her face and
kissing the back of her daughter's head. I watched as Ruth's hand moved
between her daughter's legs below the black 't' bar of the butt plug,
whilst her daughter sucked first one breast, then the other. I turned and
lay along the sofa, and parted my legs. With one hand holding my lips
apart, I started to frig my prominent clit and poke a finger in my hole,
watching the mother and daughter pleasure each other. Sarah's hand went
down to her mother's cunt, and she started to massage the slot, as only
another woman can do. I saw Sarah move her feet further apart, and watched
as her mum used two fingers to fuck her, jabbing straight up and
down. Sarah's hand was moving fast in the folds of her mother's lap and
Ruth started to buck and squirm in her seat. I could hear her panting and
wheezing encouragements to her daughter. Her orgasm rumbled up from her
depths and exploded as I watched. Mere words can not describe the
scene. Obviously very intense, her orgasm was enormous. And when it was
over I thought she had passed out. She sat there just panting, with her
eyes closed. Sarah was standing over her, gently wiping her own hand back
and forth over her own slit, watching her mum.

Then Ruth's eyes opened slowly, and a wide grin crossed her face. "Fuck,
wasn't that something?" she asked, looking across at me. "She's got a
wicked hand." She looked up at her daughter and said, "Must have got it
from her Mother!" and then burst into a heaving laughter. Sarah bent over
and kissed her damp forehead then came and sat with me on the sofa. I put
my arm round her waist and she turned and gave me a kiss, gently brushing
my lips with her own. As I sat there, various pieces of the jigsaw fitted,
and I realised that Ruth and Sarah must have been sexually active for some
time. And now Ruth was allowing me into the arena. I looked at Ruth and she
just smiled and nodded at me. I smiled and nodded back. We did not even
have to speak. From then on we have understood each other like twins do,
and never really a cross word.

Sarah stood up and held a hand out to me. I stood up and then between us we
helped Ruth to her feet. She pulled both of us to her and gave us a bear
hug and kisses, then we went back into my bedroom. Sarah jumped onto the
bed and held her hands out for me to join her. Ruth had stopped and was
studying my toy shelf. I realised we still had the plugs in place and
reached round to Sarah's. She was laying on her back and just held her legs
in the air, and I was able to put it out of her. Her ring was dark red and
remained open, until I rubbed it gently with my hand to help it close. I
went on knees and hands, and Sarah pulled at my plug whilst I mentally
relaxed my sphincter muscle. I felt it draw out and then cooler air on my
ring. "Lacey likes anal sex," Sarah said quite matter of fact to her
Mum. "Does she now?" answered Ruth and picked up a strap-on that was about
10inch long and smooth, and about 11/2 inches in diameter. She looked at me
kneeling there and one of her eyebrows lifted in a question. I nodded and
she stepped into the webbing. I climbed off the bed and helped her do up
the fixtures, and then gave her the tube of KY. I stood beside the bed and
leaned forward onto it, bending at the waist. I felt the cool lube as Ruth
spread it round and into my open anal cavity. Sarah wriggled across the bed
and lay with her legs wide open in front of me. I felt Ruth guide the hard
black smooth gode into my rear passage and I bent my arms so I was resting
on my elbows. It was now easy to lick that sweet young cunt that was inches
away infront of me. Sarah was tickling her clit with the middle finger of
her right hand as she lay on her back. I moved slightly and was able to lap
at her cunt. Ruth had started to fuck me, and she knew how to use the
strap-on. I could feel her moving about behind me so that the cock ran
first up one side of my shute, then the other, then the top and so
on. Sarah decided that she wanted to 69, and moved around so that she could
get to my cream factory. She put her arms round my legs and started to lick
my clit. I dipped down and licked her's. Whatever she did to me, I return
back to her. Slowly we built each other up, all the while her Mum slowly
fucked my ass.

Then I could feel myself about to cum. "Suck me! Suck my pussy!" I shouted
and felt her lips go to my vagina. Ruth pulled out to give her room and
came to my side to squeeze my nipples, not hard but hard enough to feel. As
the energy of the orgasm ripped through me I knew I was squirting cream
through those lovely 13-year-old lips as she sucked and licked me. Then I
felt her cumming under me. I buried my head in her cunt and did the same,
sucking and licking her, tasting her juices as they flowed easily into my
mouth. I could hear Ruth saying "Give it to her girl," and not knowing
which one of us she meant. Both us continued to suck and twitch with the
agony of what the other was doing. Finally it became too much for me, and I
cried out for Sarah to stop. Ruth helped me to stand upright and I saw the
upside down face of Sarah covered in my juices, her hair plastered down
with it. I bent down and kissed her, my tongue tasting my own juices on her
mouth, as she did her juices on mine. I climbed up on the bed and straddled
Sarah, then lay ontop of her. My arms wrapped round her, and her's wrapped
round me. We rolled onto our sides and kissed and kissed as we abandoned
reality and melted together in that moment. As we deep tongued each other I
heard Ruth say, "I'll just go put on the kettle then," and I felt Sarah's
tummy convulse a couple of times as she gave a little laugh. I looked up to
see Ruth's ample frame disappear into the Lounge, her buttocks wobbling as
she walked. She hadn't taken off the strap-on yet. I looked at Sarah's face
and her smiling eyes. I gave her a real smacker and then suggested we had
another shower to clean ourselves up.

In the shower we washed each other and were just rinsing when we heard, "Do
you take sugar, Lacey?" I looked at the bathroom door, and there was my
young lover's Mother, standing there naked, with a big black cock strap-on
sticking out infront of her, holding cups of tea for her naked daughter and
her naked neighbour. It all seemed so unreal, but fact has an uncanny way
of being stranger than fiction.


More (hopefully) from Lacey's World another day.