Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2007 22:13:28 +1000 (EST)
From: Maria <topendmaria@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Am I a Lesbian

Hi everybody, my name is Maria and this is my first
attempt at writing a lesbian story.

		      Am I a Lesbian

I wrote it after an experience I'd had not too long ago
and it turned me on to lesbian sex.

I know it may be a "raw" story probably deserving of some
polishing but I've enjoyed writing it and I hope that
readers enjoy it to.

If you'd like to tell me how you felt about it my e-mail
address is topendmaria@yahoo.com.au. I will try to answer
any questions you may have but remember I'm new to this
story writing especially about lesbians.


I'm in something of a dilemma, somehow or another a woman
has got hold of my e-mail address and has been sounding
me out about lesbianism. She's aware that my mother is
now a confirmed lesbian from reading her stories on Nifty
but how she's got my name is beyond me. I can't imagine
that my mother has told her because she's very secretive
about her lesbianism. Nevertheless, I had mail this
morning suggesting that my mother "wants" me, is that a
euphemism for wants to have sex with me?

My mother is not aware that I know her secret, as a
matter of fact I know the woman with whom she's having
the affair, she's the mother of one of my school mates,
not that I know her other than to nod to or wave to.
Florence, the mother, is very nice and quite nice looking
perhaps a little taller than Erica but why and how she
and my mother have struck up a friendship is not clear to
me.

This third party that I mentioned earlier has apparently
asked around to find out who Erica's daughter, that's me,
is and if I'm in the game (not ON the game meaning
prostitution), meaning if I'm lesbian too. I have not had
any inclination to "make out" with another woman or girl
or for that matter with a man or boy, apart from the sex
angle I'm far too busy with my studies. I want to be a
"professional" of some kind and wasting time with sex is
so far from my thoughts. But, this third party has got
hold of my address somehow and has been sending me what I
thought were, at the time, obnoxious messages. I've gone
back and read some though and they've started a kind of
chain reaction in me.

Among the messages, or rather attached to one of the
messages, was a photograph of a semi naked girl and
whilst I've looked at other girls when we're either
dressing or undressing for the gym I've never shown any
interest before in nudity. This girl, however, is
different in that all she's wearing is a pair of
stockings and high heel boots and she's lay out on a
couch showing her private parts. I've looked at my own
but that was not enough to turn me on but perhaps girls
don't get excited about their own vaginas. Hers is shaved
completely bald, not a trace of a hair in sight and it's
done something to me but I'm not too sure what to make of
the sensation I'm getting. Am I feeling some kind of
latent lesbian thoughts that lie hidden deep inside me or
is it just curiosity?

The sight of a shaved vagina seems to be the catalyst for
my thoughts and maybe I should give some consideration to
shaving mine, will it be more hygienic or do girls only
do it for sexual purposes. Can I ask my mother for a
razor to shave myself with or will she want to know why I
have to do it. Maybe if I ask my friend Indira she may
have some idea but when I did ask her she blushed and
laughed. Don't you know she's asked and when I'd said no
she'd nearly wet herself laughing.

Silly damned woman she's said, for someone so smart you
can be so dumb Maria. I suppose they shave to look nice
for their boyfriends. But lesbians don't have boy friends
they have girl friends. Then it struck me, goodness, they
do it to look attractive for their girl friends, how
stupid of me not to realise this.

So, does the woman who sent me the message, and I'll call
her Ursula because I don't know anybody called Ursula,
think that she looks attractive to me or is she hinting
that I should shave too? Perhaps it's because she's
hinting that my mother, Erica, is a lesbian and wants me
to know it and perhaps it's meant to be some kind of a
`lever" to make me feel obligated to become a lesbian to
protect my mother.

In my house there are two computers, one downstairs that
the four kids use for school work and other miscellaneous
purposes and one upstairs that's used for business
purposes. The only trouble with all of this is that
everybody knows everybody's e-mail addresses so should
Ursula send me another naked photo it might fall into the
wrong hands. There are two little kids, six years old,
and in all innocence they'd probably call Erica to have a
look and seeing my address on the mail Erica would be
very irate about me exchanging naked photos with other
girls notwithstanding her lesbianism. So, I've fixed
myself up with another e-mail address and I'll damned
well make sure that nobody else knows it and if Ursula
sends any more photos I'll be able to make sure nobody
else sees them. Oh, I didn't mention my twin brother who
like all footballers in this part of the country is built
like a young giant and I don't even want to imagine what
he'd say if he saw these photos.

I've sent my new e-mail address to Ursula so that others
will not see any correspondence between us and I didn't
ask her not to send more photos so the likelihood is that
she will take my lack of complaint as acquiescence and
send more. Am I excited about receiving more, apparently
I must be or else I would have stamped this out right
from the start. It was only a little later, after I'd
given her my new e-mail address, that another photo off
her dressed in a beautiful white lace nightie arrived in
my in box and yes, this one certainly did hit the spot. I
was quite aroused especially as one of her hands was on
her breast and the other was quite clearly headed for her
vagina.

For a girl who'd only a few days had little or no
interest in sex I was showing an distinct interest in it
and I returned her e-mail, but without a photo, telling
her how beautiful she looked but not telling her that
she'd made me horny. Frankly, I'd locked the door to keep
everybody out while I printed the photo and made sure
that nobody saw me  as I took it back to my bedroom. I
didn't send a photo because frankly I didn't have one
like that nor did I intend to get one like that, the fact
that I'd admired her didn't mean that I was going to show
everything off to her.

Rather than just a photo of me she'd asked me for one
with Erica and I either naked or partly dressed so she
could have something to hang on her bedroom wall and
admire at leisure. The thought of another girl playing
with herself while looking at my photo was disconcerting
in itself but to have her doing it while she was looking
at mother and daughter was just too much. Like all girls
I've had a little play with myself and brought myself to
orgasm but it's never been like in a novel where the girl
is beside herself with joy as the wonderful lover brings
her to a shrieking orgasm, mine have been nice but just
gentle dribbles, an expulsion of "juice" from my vagina.

My next e-mail to her was just a confirmation of my
special e-mail address that I would keep especially for
her and nobody, and I mean nobody, in this house was
going to find this new address, it was going to be, if I
was truthful, my special "sex line". Almost
instantaneously I had a reply from Ursula and there
couldn't have been a better example of why I should have
a private mail address, it was rude, vulgar, disgusting
and so damned sexy telling me that my mother wanted to
fuck me. How she had this information I don't know and
perhaps it wasn't true but just something she'd made up
to shock me but it related to Erica and what she
supposedly wanted to do to me. Apparently she'd worn some
of my knickers to give herself that naughty thrill of
knowing that perhaps when she put them back in my drawer
I would wear a pair of knickers that she'd been fucked
in. Was it embarrassing or was it exhilarating
information she sent me? In know my mother is a very nice
looking woman of only thirty four, always nicely dressed
in a skirt or dress, often wondered why she didn't wear
jeans, with stockings and the whole works, she never went
out looking in any other way than as a lady. Was there a
reason for her smartness? Was it for other women to
enjoy?

Another nugget of information arrived in the afternoon
when I had my turn at the computer again. She told me
that a sixteen-year-old girl was fucking Erica. That had
to be rubbish, she's far too intelligent for that but
thinking about famous people there were lots of examples
of smart intelligent women who were lesbians. Of course,
having mulled it over in my mind and accepting that it
was at least possible I asked her in my next message who
the girl was but she wouldn't tell me right away, she
would save it and have me in suspense and advised me to
give some thought to fucking Erica myself.

How could she suggest such a thing, I couldn't have sex
with my mother but Ursula had asked me if I'd ever caught
Erica looking at my breasts. Yes, I had, my breasts are
bigger than hers. I have my father's build rather than my
mothers. Erica has quite a slight figure, small bust,
small waist, her bottom was very nice and even I had
noticed that it swayed when she walked, very sexy too.
Her legs were those of a dancer, quite muscular, she'd
done lots of Scottish dancing when she was a kid. By the
way, I'm not a giant or anything like that but my dad is
a taller man and quite muscular and I've inherited that
so I have a slightly bigger frame and breasts.

Later in the day Ursula had sent me another in the stream
of e-mails with this one telling me who it was that was
fucking Erica. She said it's Madeline, it puzzled me for
a while as to who Madeline is and then it struck me,
she's Florence's daughter. Oh dear me, don't tell me that
my mother is the shared fuck for two women, one about her
own age but one no older than me. The way Ursula
explained it there was nothing unusual about a woman
having lovers who were related although in this case
mother and daughter. Ursula also told me that not only
was Madeline fucking Erica but she also fucked Florence
too. My god, now I really was worried but I caught my
reflection in a mirror and damn I was grappling with my
breast, I must have been more aroused than I'd thought
but there was no way I could fuck Erica even if two other
women found her interesting.

My brain was spinning round in circles and I remembered
one Saturday morning when Erica had come back from the
shops with her face flame red and I'd thought I'd
detected her nipples showing through her blouse. She'd
changed completely before making lunch of us and by then
her flush had disappeared and her nipples had subsided,
could that have been after she'd been with one of the
women and could she have needed to masturbate to relieve
herself.

Each thought that crossed my mind was making my whatever
it is that makes a girl horny race round my body and I
asked Erica if I could be excused from the table as I
didn't feel well. Now this is why they put locks on doors
because she came in without knocking and found me with my
hand inside my knickers trying to relieve myself and
feeling one of my breasts with the other. I tried to
cover my embarrassment by closing my blouse and pushing
my skirt down but she'd seen everything and came over to
the side of the bed and leaning down she's kissed me
saying it's nothing to worry about darling, all women do
it. The only question she had to ask was what had brought
it on and she wouldn't take no for an answer when I said
it's nothing. She'd just pressed on by saying I have
something to tell you but you must keep if from the other
kids and she'd gone on to tell me about her lesbianism
and Florence and their affair but I said Erica I know all
about Madeline. That had really stopped her in her tracks
and blushing she'd asked who'd told me to which I'd
answered that it didn't matter but was it true.

She'd cried then, so I put my arms round her and held her
to me as she told me about her conversion to lesbianism.
As her story unfolded I was kissing her on her cheek and
hair more as a `sympathy" kiss than anything else but as
she moved my hand found it's way to her breast which made
her shiver almost as though she was freezing cold but I
noticed that her nipple started to make it's presence
felt through her blouse. It seemed only natural that my
hand should hold that rising nipple but it was my fingers
that caught it and squeezed it. Something was happening
to both of us, her other nipple that I could feel against
my chest was rising too and pressing itself against my
breast. As I went to speak to her to tell that it was OK
I found that my words wouldn't come out, I was having
difficulty swallowing the saliva in my mouth and as she
turned her head to me her mouth moved to my lips and
kissed me.

Soon, we were making love like two seasoned lesbians and
whilst she claimed not to be good at it she was making me
squirm across the bed and she was having difficulty
keeping me in place. The upshot of that was that she
moved her torso on top of mine where she could keep me in
place and moving her knee between my legs she showed me
what she was capable of, just fucking me and making me
want more.

All this time my bedroom door had been unlocked and
anybody could have come in but fortunately nobody did. I
was grateful for that, I really didn't want to be caught
in a compromising position with Erica all I did was send
her to the door to lock it and when she turned I just
held my arms out for her to come back to me. The
afternoon passed beautifully but one of the kids came to
the door to look for her, he must have found it strange
to find his big sisters door locked, but sister and
mother were locked in a very exciting embrace while
daughter was now fucking her mother. Oh Erica, you were
fantastic.

I sent her to her own bedroom because it was more
comfortable, almost twice if not three times the size of
mine. On the way she'd spoken to the kids to make sure
they were OK and when I heard her call me after about
five minutes I crept across to her bedroom to find her
taking her clothes off. I recognised my knickers and
suspected that she'd done a quick change especially to
excite me. We fucked again and later I'll explain what we
did to each other to get each other `off" but afterwards
I just lay with her resting my brain and body next to her
letting her kiss me and telling me how much she'd wanted
me and then when I told her I knew she'd asked me how and
I'd told her about Ursula and our secret e-mail address
and all the things she'd told me.

When we dressed and went down to the kitchen there was
nobody there, Paul was out with one of his mates and the
little kids were driving the chickens mad in the yard.
Having a cup of coffee Erica had quizzed me on how I knew
so much and I'd explained about Ursula and what she'd
told me so far which had worried Erica because she said
there's much more to tell darling. She told me that of
course she was a lesbian and that she'd really known
about it since she'd been sixteen when she'd had sex with
a woman in her forties and the next day she'd had sex
with same woman and also with a young south American
woman with whom she'd fallen in love but had never seen
her again.

Afterwards she'd followed her parent's wishes as most
girls did in those days and married. She'd never
regretted because she had four gorgeous kids one of whom
she'd just fucked and dad had been a good man until he'd
been enticed away from the family by another sixteen-
year-old girl who was now pregnant with his child. When
she told me who the girl was I'd nearly exploded because
I'd brought that girl here so Erica could make her a
dress for a school ball. She'd known that something was
going on in her husband's life and he had been away
further north inspecting a farm that he was supposed to
be buying but she'd found out afterwards that he was
fucking Sarah. While she was making the dress she was
quite despondent and Sarah took advantage of her, and
secretly she'd wanted her to. She'd fucked her on each
occasion that she'd come for a fitting until that final
fitting when she'd not only fucked her pussy but had
given her her first anal fuck.

Oh you poor thing I'd said but she said don't worry, I'm
very happy now and with that she'd taken me in her arms
again and pulled me down to her pussy and shown me how to
suck her off whilst at the same time using my fingers in
her pussy.

Later we both went to the computer and locked the door
and sent messages to Ursula telling her to threaten away,
Erica had just fucked me so she could no longer hold her
lesbianism against her without including me and Erica was
going to mail her circle of friends to have nothing to do
with Ursula until such time as Erica told them the ban
was off.

Since then, Erica and I have been regular lovers and
we've now included Florence in our own little personal
circle. Madeline, Florence's daughter, is in Germany for
a while and she's now given up her contacts that she had
before so that when she comes back she can rejoin us and
share her sexual life with us. Erica has told me point
blank that Madeline is hers but she may be prepared to
share her with us as long as we all play together, a very
acceptable arrangement for me. Erica has paid out
Madeline's air- fare so she will be on her way home very
shortly and then we will be our own little four-some to
play as we wish.

When the farm change over is completed we are all going
to move to somewhere else, perhaps New Zealand, but we
won't know just yet and when we've moved we may all
subscribe to Nifty by way of stories written by all of us
jointly. I guess the stories of lesbian love featuring
mothers and daughters who interchange with their friends
will shock some people but as they say don't knock it
until you've tried it.