Date: 16 Jan 2002 12:16:06 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Bobby (Adult Youth F/F, F/g)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a woman and a mother and
daughter.  If this type of content offends you or you are under
the age of 18 do not read it.

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                                Bobby
                                  By
                                 Jan


	It was a boring Wednesday night and all I was doing was
watching TV before I went to bed so I could get up on time for
my job at United Parcel post Service (UPS) when the door bell
of my apartment rang.  I was a little annoyed because I figured
it was just someone trying to sell something.

	When I opened the door there was a woman that I would
say was between 25 and 30 years old.  She was an attractive
woman with auburn hair and brown eyes.  She was a little on
the chubby side.  She flashed me a warm smile and said her
name was Linda.

	"How can I help you?" I said.

	She said, "I just moved into this apartment building the
other day and asked around to find out if there was a woman in
the building that was more interested in women than men.  I
was told that you were a very open dyke and decided that you
were just the woman I wanted to meet."

	I was taken aback by her open declaration that she was
looking for a dyke.  I asked, "Why would I be who you're
looking for?"

	She said, "I could answer that right here in the hall but I
think what I have to say is best said in private."

	I stepped back and let her enter.  Then I closed the door
and turned around to direct her to the couch but she was already
about to sit down.

	I went to my chair and sat down and asked, "Now please
explain why you wanted to find a dyke in the building?"

	She sat there and told me that she had always had
girlfriends and only gotten married to have a child.  The bum
was a loser as it turned out.  He had a new job every year we
were married.  He could never get past the middle management
positions in retail before he would quit or get fired.  So I
divorced his ass and moved out with my daughter.  I found the
apartment building because it was within my budget and
figured that I would simply find a lover handy so I could drop
in on her after my daughter was safely asleep."

	I sat there with my mouth open.  I had never been
approached so openly and in such a casual way.  She virtually
knew nothing about me.  All she knew was that some of the
other residents knew that I was a dyke.

	I asked her, "Why do you thing I would be interested in a
romance with you?"

	She smiled, "I saw you the first day we moved into our
apartment and you are just the kind of woman I like.  You
remind me very much of the first woman that I ever had a
romance with.  I am naturally attracted to women old enough to
be my mother and built like longshoremen."

	I sat there taking inventory of myself as she described her
preference in women.  I am 45-years old five feet- seven inches
tall and weigh 187-pounds.  I have always worked in jobs
suited for men and cussed like them.  My hair is cut short for
connivance and I like it that way.  As heavy as I am my breasts
never bother me.   I spend all my time in Levi's, work shirts
and work boots.  I never bother with bras under my Tee shirts.
My only concession to my femininity is my underpants are nice
comfortable silk panties full figured kind normally in a light
blue so that the indigo blur dye of my jeans would not show on
my underpants.  I smiled to myself knowing that I fit the picture
she was describing.

	She told me, "I know that your name is Roberta from the
manager."

	I said, "Call me Bobby.  I don't like the name on my
birth certificate."

	Sorry I didn't mean to insult you Bobby!"  She Said.

	"No problem.  Now let's get back to why you wanted to
meet me."

	She told me that she works to support herself and her
daughter.  Because she was dedicated to her daughter she didn't
want to leave her alone anymore than she had too.  She told me
that she wanted a woman that she could take as a lover when
her daughter was asleep and someone she felt that she could
leave her daughter with while she was at work.

	I was listing to her story very interested in what she was
saying and looking her over.  She was about five feet-three or
four inches tall.  She had dishwater blonde hair cut shorter than
shoulder length but styled very femininely.  Her eyed were a
nice clear blue.  You could tell by how clear the whites of her
eyes were that she was a very healthy woman.  She was dressed
in comfortable cotton dress that buttoned down the front with a
scoop neck that exposed enough cleavage to let you know that
her ample DD breasts were all hers.  When she leaned forward
a small red, green and blue rose tattoo was visible on the inside
of her right breast.  She had on comfortable flat shoes that
matched the pink of flowers in her dress.  I liked her looks very
much.  She asked me to tell her about myself.

	I thought for a moment then decided to tell her
everything right up front as mater of factually as she had told
me about herself.  I said that I grew up in a rural neighborhood.
I discovered at an early age that I liked girls better than boys.  I
don't remember when I first started playing with girls bodies
but I do remember that my mother caught me in my bedroom
with a neighbor girl when I was five years old.  I was kissing
her pussy.  My mother sent her home and whipped my ass with
a belt until my butt was flaming red.  She told me that she never
wanted to catch me doing that again.

	That was a threat that was doomed from the start.  I was
always trying to seduce every girl that I met.  So I got a lot of
whippings.  When I was fourteen I met an older woman in a
park that took me home with her.  She could tell by my choice
in clothes that I was on the butch side.  She offered me tea and
then asked me if I liked girls more than boys.  I told her that I
fought with boys all the time but like girls a lot.

	She smiled at me and asked if I had ever played with the
girl's bodies.  I had the feeling that I could tell her anything.  I
told her about the first time my mother had whipped me for
kissing a girl between her legs.  She moved closer to me and
took my tea cup from my hand and put it on the coffee table.

	She drew me close to her soft bosom and kissed my
forehead.  She opened her dress up and pulled her breast out of
her bra and fed it to my mouth.  I sucked my first adult women
and loved the taste of her flesh.  She took me to bed and we
made love for hours.  By nightfall I was in love with her.

	In the morning we moved out of town and the only
contact with my family was to call and tell my mother that I
was sorry that I was a disappointment to her but I could not
change the way I was and was going to live with women from
then on.

	With a little work I got my birth certificate and Mrs.
Williams became my surrogate mother and lover.  She saw to it
that I went to school and allowed me to dress like a boy when I
was home.  As I grew up I became the man in the relationship.
She liked me to make love to her like a man.  So we bought
toys for me to make her feel like I was in charge of her in bed.
When I was grown and ready to look for a job it was just
natural that I find a job that was a typical mans job.  Mrs.
Williams knew that I was a butch dike and wanted women that
were fem's.  She told me that it was time that I moved out and
made a life for myself.  It was like a mother cutting the apron
strings of a child.  I still see her when I need a mother's love.

	Linda stood up and walked over to my chair and sat on
my lap and took my face in her hands and asked if she could be
my girl as she kissed my mouth.  When I responded by forcing
my tongue into her mouth she melted in my arm as she put her
arms around my neck.

	Her mouth tasted of peppermint toothpaste.  Her tongue
did a duel with mine until she accepted that I was going to
control the kiss.  With her sitting on my lap I was free to
unbutton the front of her dress.

	As each button released I was breathing harder into her
mouth.  Under the dress she had on a simple bra that was lacy
enough to conceal the flesh under a light dress but reveling
enough to expose her lovely areolas when the bra was exposed.
I could not wait to remove all of her clothes before enjoying the
feel of her breasts.  I pulled the dress off her shoulders and
reached behind her with my right hand to unhook the bra.
When her DD-sized breasts fell out from under the bra I used
my left hand to lift one and feel the resilient but firm flesh.  I
drew my fingernail around the tattoo to trace the outline.

	As she pulled one arm at a time out of the shoulder straps
of the bra I drank in the beauty of her body.  Her waist was as
thick as her chest and she had another tattoo that came out of
her navel in a horizontal designing that looked like a New
Zealand Maori type of tattoo.  It looked almost organic in its
interlocking curves.

	I pushed her panties down a little to see if the design had
a southern leg to it.  None was present on her white flesh.  I
finished unbuttoning the dress all the way and the material fell
over my leg like a drapery.  I put the palm of my hand on her
tummy and slid my fingers under the waistband of her
concretive panties.  As my finger encountered the first strands
of her pubic hair I was still breathing into her mouth.

	Linda spread her legs even wider as my middle finger
dipped into the hair covered into valley.  She was wet and
slippery.  When my finger touched her clitoris with the nail she
jumped in a reflex action.  I drew a circle around the clitoris
with my nail.  There was a slimy film around the clit.

	I removed my hand from her panties.  She grabbed my
wrist in an attempt to prevent me from removing my hand.  I
brought my finger up to my face with both her hands around
my wrist.  I smelled my fingers.  I could smell the aroma of her
sex and I was dripping wet between my legs just from the smell
of her cunt.

	When I asked her to stand she did so between my legs.  I
used both hands to pull her underpants down and off her legs.
She was nude before me in nothing but her pink flat shoes and
gold stud ear rings.

She wanted to undress me but I stopped her.  I unbuttoned my
shirt and Levi's then stood facing her so close that my big
breasts were almost resting on he shoulders.  I let the shirt fall
off my shoulders as I pushed the pants down along with my
blue underpants.  Now we were body to body with my pants
piled around the tops of my work boots.  We hugged and kissed
as we rubbed our pelvis against each other.  One of my breasts
was much bigger hers and she wanted to play with them.  In her
desire to suck my breasts I almost fell.

	I sat down on my chair again and Linda sat on the floor
in front of me to untie my shoes and remove them with my
white sweat socks.  Then she pulled my pants off me.  When
my legs were free she pulled them apart and knelt between my
legs as if she were about to pray.  If she was praying no one
would ever know what she was saying because she was talking
into the cavity of my cunt.  Even though I had no idea what she
was saying that was the sweetest love song I had ever heard.
When I climaxed I almost kicked her off me in the convulsions
of my legs.

	When I recovered I sat her in my chair and knelt before
her and sucked her pussy until she was reduced to a quivering
mass of flesh in my chair.

	When she recovered she told me she better get back
upstairs to her baby.   I walked her to the door and kissed her
goodnight.  I had sweet dreams all night of her.

	The next day never seemed to end while delivering the
packages for UPS.  When I got off work I rushed home.  I
bathed very carefully and took great pains to pamper myself
hoping the Linda would hurry home.

	About three hours later there was the door bell ringing.  I
ran to the door and there was Linda standing there with a very
young toe headed girl in front of her.

	She said, "Bobby this is my daughter Teresa.  Teresa this
is my new friend Bobby."

	I knelt down and held out my hand.  "Hi Teresa!"

	She hung onto her mother skirt as she stuck out her small
hand.  I shook it and invited them into my apartment.  I turned
the TV to a program that I felt she would enjoy.  Then Linda
and I made dinner together.

	As we cooked she told me that it was hard having to pay
someone to pick up Teresa from school and taking care of her
until she got home from work.  I asked where Teresa went to
school and when she got out of school.

	I found out that it was on my way home from the UPS
and that I got off work in time to pick her up.  I waited until the
three of us had finished dinner and Teresa was playing with
some silly old savior dolls I had picked up over the years before
I mentioned that I could pick Teresa up and look after her.

	Linda and I were talking at the dinning table.  She was
giving me longing looks to let me know that she wanted me.  I
asked if she wanted me to pick up Teresa and look after her
from now own.

	Linda beamed at me and took my hands and kissed them
as she told me that would be the dearest thing in the world.  She
could think of no one she wanted more than me to look after her
baby.

	When Teresa fell asleep we put her in my bed and we
returned to the couch.  Linda was all over me.  She kissed me
all over as she undressed me.  I fought with her as I undressed
her as fast as she was undressing me.  When we were both out
of our clothes we took turns making each other climax over and
over.

	When we were finished and were dressed I carried Teresa
upstairs and put her to bed.  Then Linda and I kissed goodnight.
The next day when I got back to the UPS office there was a
message for me to call Linda at her work phone number.

	When she answered the phone she told me,"Honey I
called the school and told them that you would be picking up
Teresa and she knows that you are coming."

	I told her I better get going if I'm going to be there by the
time school lets out then.  I told her that I love you Linda and
she told me I love you Bobby.

	I took some good natured ribbing from my dispatcher as I
was logging out.  I told him mater of factually, that I was in
love.  That took the wind out of his sails.

	When I drove up in front of the school I saw Teresa
standing next to a woman I assumed was her teacher.  I got out
of my car in my UPS uniform and approached them.  Teresa
saw me and beamed as she ran towards me with her book bag in
hand.  I approached the woman and told her my name is
Roberta.  She told me her name was Ms. Blake and was
Teresa's teacher.  She was glad to meet me.  She wanted to
make sure that all the children get picked up every day.  I
thanked her and walked Teresa to my car.  I helped her into the
car and saw to it that she was secured by the seat belt.  Before I
got in and drove home.

	I took Teresa up to my apartment and then I got Teresa
some punch.  Then I asked her if she had any homework.  She
admitted that she did have some math and spelling to do.  I sat
next to her and watched her do the math.  When I saw her
making mistakes I simple asked her if she thought the answer
was correct.  She would blush and then struggle with it a little
until she figured what was wrong.  Then we took her list of
spelling words.  Typical of schools they were all words with
similar spellings but there were words in there where some
were exceptions to the rules.  She had that famous question
"Why are there exceptions?"   I told her that years ago we tried
to change the spelling of out words to a phonic spelling and get
away from the French spelling of words.  Then some words
were put into the language again with French spellings.  That
was enough of an answer to satisfy her for the moment.

	When she was finished with her homework I found a
game for her to play with while I showered and changed.  When
I was dressed I came out and watched her play for awhile.

	Then I started cooking dinner.  I had never been that
domestic but I could cook a pretty good meal when I put my
mind to it.  When Linda rang the bell Teresa ran to the door and
opened it.  She ran on about me helping her with her homework
and the game I had given her to play with afterwards.

	Linda had a bag with her.  In it were some groceries a
bottle of wine and a new night gown for Teresa.  Of course
Teresa waned to try on the gown right away.  Linda advised her
it would be better if she waited until after dinner.

	We had a nice dinner and Teresa was talking constantly
about what she did in school that day.  After an hour of TV we
putt Teresa in my bed after she had changed.

	Then Mom and I returned to the living room.  We were
like young lovers in our love making that night.  When we were
done and dressed I went in and picked up Teresa as I had the
night before but she felt ridged as if she were awake this time.

	She never opened her eyes as I carried her upstairs and
laid her in her bed after Linda had pulled the covers back.  We
both gave her cheek a kiss and then we closed the door behind
us.  Tonight I slept with Linda.  We hugged and kissed until we
fell asleep.  In the morning I dressed and went to work before
Linda woke Teresa up to take her to school.

	This day Teresa ran to my car after school and opened
the door and got in.  I pulled the seat belt across her and hooked
it.  When we got home she was quiet for awhile.  I helped her
with her homework again and it was done quickly enough.
Then she looked me in the eye and asked, "Do you love me as
much as you do Momma?

	I said, "Of course I love you as much as I love Mommy,
Honey.  Why do you ask?"

	Teresa got up on my lap and said that, "I got up last night
to pee and saw both of you on the couch."

	I'm sure that all the blood drained from my face.  I didn't
know what to say to her.  She was squirming around on my lap.

	Then to my surprise she put her hands on my breasts and
asked if she could suck them like Mommy did last night?

	I was terrified, what should I do.  I took both her hands in
mine and returned them to her lap as I told her that what she
saw last night was not something that she should be talking
about to anyone.

	Teresa got a hurt look on her face and said she would not
tell anyone about what we did.  But I would not let go of her
hands.  She said please Bobby I want to know what it is like to
kiss me the way Mommy does.

	I felt terrible and kissed her on the mouth as I held her
hands.  Her mouth was a sweet to the taste.  And I felt her leg
rubbing the front of my UPS brown Bermuda shorts.  By the
time our kiss was over, when I looked down the front of my
pants were wet from my own pussy juices.

	I had not noticed that she had unbuttoned the front of my
shirt until I felt her hand on my tee shirt.  My nipples were hard
as rocks.  I could not resist when her hot little mouth clamed
my nipple through my tee shirt.

	I asked how much did you see last night.  Teresa told me
she watched us undress and kiss each other until we finished
kissing each other between our legs.  I was shocked that she had
watched us make love until we had climaxed.  I told her what
she saw was just between her Mom and I because we loved
each other.

	Teresa said she loved me too and wanted to kiss me too.
She asked me if I didn't love her enough to teach her to make
love like Momma and you.

	I told her, "Honey of course I love you but you're too
young to be making love like that."

	She started crying in my arms and I hugged her to my
breasts and told her that I loved her very much but we should
not be doing things like that.  The crying got worse and I was
stroking her hair and she went back to sucking my nipple
through my tee shirt again.  While I held her and rocked her she
pulled my tee shirt out of my pants and pulled it up until my
breasts were exposed to her eyes and mouth.  I was getting very
hot with her sucking on one nipple while she played with the
other nipple with her hand.

	I gave up and let her suck me.  I started stroking her
young body.  I undressed her completely and sat her in my chair
in a reclining position so that her hips were on the edge of the
chair.  Then I opened her legs and looked at her virgin little
cunt.  It was so pink and smooth.  When I opened her up with
my fingers I could see her hymen and could not resist kissing
her on her cunt.  While I was flicking her little clitoris she
climaxed and when she came she actually pissed in my mouth.
I drank it like vintage wine.

	When she was recovered she wanted to kiss me between
my legs.  When I stood up and pulled down my uniform and
underpants and sat back down she opened my legs and looked
at my cunt.  She asked me when she would have hair like me
and her Momma.  I told her she would have hair like that in
three or four years.

	Then she started playing with my clitoris with her
fingers.  What she lacked in skill she made up for in her
curiosity.  My clitoris was thrilled by all the attention.  Then
she leaned foreword and kissed my cunt like she had my mouth
I climaxed is a flood of juices that almost chocked her.  She
drank them greedily.

	We were running out of time before Linda would get
home.  So we got dressed and I started dinner.  When Linda
rang the bell Teresa ran to open the door and hug her Mom.
Linda cam in and hugged me and kissed me.  She got an impish
grin on her face.  Then she helped me make dinner.  When it
was time to put Teresa to bed we put her to bed and she was
sound asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

	Linda and I went back to the living-room and cruelled up
in each others arms.  Linda simple made the statement, "You
made love to Teresa tonight."  I almost denied it then said,
"How could you tell?"  She said, "I tasted your cunt on her face
and her cunt on your face."

	I could kick myself for not thinking about that.  I tried to
apologize to her for being so weak.  She put her finger on my
lips and said that it was not necessary and then kissed me.  As
we parted she asked if it was good.  I told her that Teresa was as
sweet as candy.  That said we undressed each other and made
love to each other until the sky started to get lighter.  We were
exhausted but we got ready for work.  She told me that we
should make plans to move in together with each other.  Then
we can decide how often Teresa can sleep with us.


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