Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2011 10:11:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daughter of a Dyke (lesbian/adult youth, oral, g/Fg...)
Warning:
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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl
and other girls and women. If this type of content
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Daughter of a Dyke
By
Jan
My mother was a full bodied country girl. She
married as a teenager to the first guy that proposed
to her. They moved to the west coast because there
was no work available for an uneducated young man
in the Midwest. Of course factory jobs and fast
food clerks are just about the only jobs he was
qualified for.
Mom wanted to have a baby, if for no other
reason than to prove her femininity. Back home she
had endured the rejection of both male and females,
because she just looked so masculine. She had a
square jaw like a man, on a five-foot ten frame. If
she didn't have those monstrous G-sized breasts
people would have thought she was male from a
distance.
Dad on the other hand was a delicate guy. He
took a lot of heckling for being too pretty to be a
man. That might have been the reason he wanted to
move to San Francisco, California. The popular
image the Bible belt Middle West has of San
Francisco is that it is nothing but Liberals,
Communists, and Queers. It did not take long for
him to discover his gay side. Mom didn't divorce him
because that would make her look like a failure as a
wife and woman, although they separated.
I was lucky enough to physically look like a
female carbon copy of my father. Mom was a dish-
water blonde, I am a brunette, with big cow-like,
expressive brown eyes. They named me after my
matrilineal grandmother, named Janie. We set up
housekeeping in the economically depressed area.
Mom found that the best place for her to work was
as a waitress in a Lesbian nightclub. That allowed
her to be home with me during the day.
It didn't take her long to be accepted within
the lesbian community. For a change in her life, her
looks became an asset. There were plenty of
submissive women that found her attractive. They
flirted with her at work. Mom must have figured if
men rejected her because of her manly physical
appearance, and lesbian women accepted her because
of her looks, she might as well enjoy it, after all
these submissive women would do anything to play
with her breasts, and suck her pussy. Mother would
bring home her women friends after work. The
cocktail lounge closed at 2 am, so it was close to 3
am by the time they would get home. I would be
asleep when they came home, and they would be gone
before I woke up. Long before I was old enough to
completely understand my mother's relationship with
the women she brought home, she had become a full
fledged dyke. Even I noticed the change in her
appearance.
When I saw my mother's tattoos, I thought
they were very pretty, even though I didn't
understand them. On the back of her left shoulder
was a pretty naked female with bat wings. The
shading of the wings and body were so realistic.
Rather than a bunch of individual little tattoos she
had a very elaborate floral design tattooed around
her left tit and ribcage. It was not uncommon for
me to see her girlfriend's nude when they spent the
night with Mom. They never hid from me the fact
that they were going to have sex.
Given my exposure to lesbians, it was no wonder
that I developed an attraction for my girlfriends at
school. Mom didn't want me exposed to the ridicule
of children at a public school for having a dyke for a
mother, so she got me into home schooling with a
liberal group where most of the children were the
children of gay and lesbian couples.
Like most young girls, my best friends were all
girls. Having seen my mother making love to her
girlfriends, I also developed an interest in girl-girl
sex. There was no shortage in prospective girls to
select from. All of the girls in our school were very
familiar with their parent's lifestyle. All of us
gossiped about what we saw going on in our homes.
The girls living with their gay fathers told us all
about what they saw their fathers were doing with
their boyfriends. Those of us living with lesbian
mothers had also witnessed a lot of sexual activity.
As a result I was very familiar with the mechanics
of lesbian sex, so all I had to do is select the girls I
wanted to make love to.
I was only eleven years old when I decided that
I had to find out what lesbian sex was all about.
Mom had always seen to it that I was the picture of
the feminine girl. My dark hair was so long that I
could actually sit on my own hair. She did braid it so
that my hair developed a natural wave, when it was
brushed out. I still had the little girl's body that
looks more like a little boy's, but there was the hint
that my areolas and nipples would be large as a
woman. My hips were still narrow, but my vulva had
a definite bulge. I also have darker skin than my
mother, and if anything, I have a Mediterranean look
about me. I think my father was at least part
southern Italian. I had always been fascinated with
the differences between my mother and me.
I spent a lot of time in front of mirrors
checking out what I looked like. I had even checked
out what my pussy and asshole looked like. Mom's
pubic hair was a curly brown, and spread all over her
vulva area, and her asshole was almost pink, where
my asshole was dark, it was almost a smoky gray
brownness. I knew it would be about three years
before I would sprout pubic hair, but I knew that
when I did that it would be black. Like all of the
girls I knew, I was impatient to be a complete
woman. When I decided to experiment with sex, I
deliberately selected a girl my age, in my class,
named Candia. We were taking U. S. History from a
mother that had a PhD in history at the time. I
invited Candia to visit me in the evening.
Mom went to work at six every evening so
Candia and I would have all of the time in the world
to do whatever we wanted. We were both a little
awkward at first. We didn't know just what we
should do. We put on our favorite dance music, and
started dancing with each other. I also knew where
Mom kept her booze, so we treated ourselves to a
couple of drinks. When we felt relaxed enough, I
suggested that we take our clothes off.
When Candia agreed, I helped her get
undressed. I wanted to check out what she looked
like naked. It was funny because she had an Italian
surname, but looked more like an Irishwoman, where
I was probably only a quarter Italian, and everyone
thought I was one.
I checked out her body very carefully. We
were built very much alike physically. Her breasts
were no more developed than my own, and her pussy
was bald. I had already started to sprout a few
dark hairs on my vulva. We were both a little shy
about what we should do.
We kind of wrestled and kissed each other.
While we were kissing we felt each other's chest.
Eventually we both placed our hands on each other's
vulva and rubbed them vigorously. We got together
several times before we got around to kissing each
other's pussy.
I remember smelling the ammonia of urine on
her pussy before tasting her pussy. After actually
starting to lick her, the smell of urine was
forgotten. There was the taste of iron on my
tongue kind of like licking raw meat. I didn't mind
the taste at all. Sucking her pussy only increased
my desire to find out what a grown woman's pussy
would taste like.
Mom had always kept her girlfriends away from
me. It was as if she didn't want them seducing me,
but about the time I was playing with Candia,
Mother was dating a woman that was about her age.
Her name was Donna, a very feminine woman. Unlike
my mother's masculine appearance, this woman was
the picture of a sexy woman. Her hair was styled in
a very soft frame around her delicate facial
features. She had a nice figure that can only be
called hour glass like. She had full DD breasts. She
had long shapely legs. Everything about her spoke of
sex appeal. She dressed fashionably at all times and
smelled of exotic perfumes.
Because of the cool costal climate of San
Francisco, women enjoy dressing up more. If a
woman wears a business suit during the day, she
would not be properly dressed without a hat and
gloves. In an office setting the hat would be more
like a pill box hat. An outdoor event would call for
wide brimmed hats. Evening attire always includes
coats to stave off the cool night air. Fur coats are
good, but rain can dictate whether a woman selects
waterproof over furs.
Of course I found her very attractive. Her
flirtation with me was very subtle. She never did
anything around Mother to upset her. Just the
same I was aware of her eyes studying me. Anytime
she visited while I was not home I could smell her
fragrance as soon as I came home. I started
fantasizing about having sex with her.
She knew full well that I was home alone as
much as ten hours every evening. Rather than make
my mother suspicious about her motives, she never
suggested that she would babysit for me. One
evening there was a knock on the door about an hour
after mom had left for work. I checked through a
peek hole before I opened the door. I knew Donna
had no reason to be dropping by to visit me while
Mom was at work, so I suspected her motives.
When I allowed her in, she told me that she
just wanted to keep me company while my mother
was at work. I offered her something to drink. She
asked me if she could have coffee. I was only too
happy to make a pot of coffee for her. She
preferred her coffee with just sugar. I preferred
my coffee with a lot of flavored non-dairy creamer.
She wanted to talk to me, so we had our coffee in
the living room. She insisted on sitting next to me.
So we sat on the couch. I had smelled her perfume
the moment she entered, but sitting next to her was
like being bathed in her aroma. I was curious why
Donna was stopping by when my mother was at work.
I suspected that Donna was interested in me
sexually though.
Donna tasted her coffee before she started
asking me questions. "Janie...I want to know if you
know about your mother's relationship with me."
I paused before answering, "I have known
about my mother and you from your first visit."
"Have you ever thought about the kind of sex
that your mother and I engage in?" she asked.
"I have wondered what sex with a woman would
be like." I said.
"Have you ever experimented with sex?" she
asked.
I was reluctant to admit having had sex with
my girlfriend, Candia. "Why do you want to know?" I
asked.
Donna smiled, "Your reluctance to discuss your
activities tells me that you have probably
experimented with your young friend already."
I just blushed, without further comment. I
figured anything I would say would give away my
feelings.
Donna added, "Honey...the reason I asked the
question is because I am attracted to you very
much. I know that an adult should not seduce a
minor, but you are so pretty that I get wet every
time I see you."
Knowing that this beautiful woman desired me
also excited me. Everything about her was so sexy I
felt a strong attraction for her. Without admitting
to anything about my relationship with any of my
girlfriends, I admitted to her that I had fantasized
about her too.
Donna enveloped me in her arms and kissed me
on the mouth. I didn't resist. I wanted to find out
what it would be like to have sex with an adult
woman. She started rubbing my body while kissing
me. Her tongue was much larger than Candia's
tongue. The kiss was almost intoxicating. I felt her
touching at my clothes. I felt the cooler air as my
belly was exposed, and her warm hand sliding up my
belly to my unprotected nipples. When her fingers
stimulated my nipples it was almost as if she was
touching them with electrical wires. She lifted my
blouse to expose my nipples, so that she could suck
on them. It almost took my breath away.
When she placed my hand on one of her
breasts, I was overjoyed. I learned that under her
gray suit jacket she only had a colorful turquoise
scarf tucked into her jacket. When she placed my
hand inside her jacket, I felt the soft yielding flesh
of her magnificent breast. She unbuttoned her
jacket, allowing me to see her full breasts. I could
see her mauve areolas and nipples. Donna stuck her
hand under one of her tits and lifted it for my
inspection. I couldn't resist feeling both of her tits.
Her nipples felt like firm grapes under the palms of
my hands. I couldn't resist sucking on her breasts.
I can't describe how much I enjoyed sucking on her
nipples.
Donna sat there next to me, and started
playing with my legs. She stroked my inner thighs
working her way up to my pussy. She rubbed my
clitoris until it was driving me crazy, then she tried
to slip a manicured finger into the barrel of my
vagina, only to find her path blocked by my hymen.
She exclaimed, "Oh...honey you are still a virgin! I
just love you to death! I can't be the one to take
your cherry!" With that she withdrew her finger,
and kissed me very tenderly. She smelled her finger
before she stuck her finger in her mouth.
Watching this lovely woman smelling my pussy
juice on her finger, and sucking her finger looked so
wickedly nasty it was embarrassing to me. After she
sucked her finger clean, she bent over and placed
her head in my lap. The sight of her beautiful hair
flowing over my legs, as she started lapping at my
pussy was so erotic to me. She was using her tongue
so skillfully that I could not keep my butt still. I
was wiggling around under her head. All that did was
add to the maddening sensations her tongue was
producing in my body. She actually caused me to
faint for a few moments. I don't know if that was
my first climax or not, but it sure as hell felt good.
While I was lying against the back of the couch
recovering, Donna settled in next to me and started
kissing me on the mouth again while she continued
stroking my pussy gently. I could smell my pussy
odor along with her perfume, and feel my slimy juice.
It reminded me of what she had just done for me. I
wanted to make love to her the same way.
Donna stood up and turned her suit skirt a
quarter turn, so that the buttoned tongue and zipper
that had been on her hip was around in front of her
body. She unfastened and unzipped the skirt. She
pulled the skirt down over her ample hips, and
stepped out of it. She carefully folded the skirt
before laying it down. While she was moving around
I was looking at her body very carefully.
I was truly impressed with her body. I was
thinking that I would love to have a body like hers
when I grew up. She had on tight fitting little lacy
panties. I just loved the way that so much of her
butt was exposed. She had on pantyhose that were
almost nude looking under the panties. While many
would have questioned why she had gone out in public
without a slip on, I found it erotic that she had on
pantyhose. When she rolled down the delicate black
panties, I marveled at how erotic her pussy looked
hidden behind the reinforced crotch of her
pantyhose. Her pubic hair was matted behind the
tan nylon. Her dark pubic hair created a dark
shadow between this gorgeous woman's legs. I
looked on in anticipation as she removed her pointed
toed black pumps, before she prepared to roll down
her pantyhose. As soon as she got the hosiery down
to her thighs, she sat down next to me again, and
lifted her legs up to the sky one at a time as she
finished taking off her nylons. She held up the
nylons and smelled the crotch of her own hose
before she dangled the moist crotch under my nose.
The strong, musty, womanly odor of her
hosiery stimulated a strong sexual desire in me. I
slipped off of the couch, and positioned myself on
my knees between her legs. I paused to put my
hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wider,
before putting my head between her legs. I had
never been that close to a mature woman's pussy
before. I studied the hairs on the woman's vulva. I
noticed that the woman's labia protruded well
beyond the opening of her pussy. It looked almost
as if there were two separate pairs of lips
protecting her cunt. The clitoris was hooded from
view, but there was a bulbous swelling at the top of
the second labia that beckoned to be played with.
When I took the swollen flesh between my fingers
and thumb, I thrilled at the response I got from
her. She was moaning and saying all kinds of
expletives suitable for a mule skinner or a drunken
sailor. I found her vulgar language sexually
stimulating, and inspiring at the same time.
Donna was impatient to feel my lips upon her
womanly lips, so she took hold of my head with both
hands, and pulled my head against her open pussy.
There was no obstruction to prevent me from seeing
into the barrel of her vagina, and sticking my fingers
and tongue into her cunt. There was not that much
difference between the tastes of her pussy from
that of Candia's pussy. I did notice that Donna
produced a lot more pussy juice for me to feast
upon. While I enjoyed the fruits of my labors my
nose was rubbing against her coarse pubic hair. I
noticed that the odor of her womanhood clung to
the hairs.
For the first time in my life I understood the
purpose of a woman's pubic hair. For the rest of my
life as much as I enjoy the clean fragrance of a pre-
pubescent girl's pussy, I also enjoy the natural
fragrance of an adult woman's full pubic bush.
When I had satisfied Donna's sexual appetite
for sex, we got dressed and talked about what we
should do about our feelings. She knew that my
mother would be furious with her for seducing her
daughter. She didn't want to antagonize my mother
and knew if we continued meeting like this that my
mother would find out. She told me that she had to
seek my mother's approval to see me. We kissed and
she left.
I had grown accustomed to the fragrance of
her perfume, but knew that the furniture, air and
even my body was permeated with her fragrance,
including the odor of her womanhood. As soon as
she was gone, I set about cleaning the odor of that
lovely woman from the apartment diligently, before I
bathed my body, and soaked in the warmth of the
water while I relished the memory of my first liaison
with and adult woman.
Nothing more was said between Donna and me
for weeks. I was growing so horny about her that
masturbating was not enough! I was growing
impatient for more sex with an adult woman, any
woman!
When Mom got home one night without another
woman in tow, I waited for her to fall asleep before
entering her bedroom. The room was cooled by the
bay area's damp night breeze. She was covered up
by her thick quilted blankets. The air in her room
was filled with the smell of alcohol she had
consumed while working and spilled on herself. The
closer I drew to the bed the more I could smell her
body odor. She was not one to use perfume, so her
body smelled of soap and sweat. I pulled back the
covers, and admired her full figure. When she
turned over in her sleep to cover up her naked body
I witnessed her hairy underarms and completely
unshaven pussy. It was a tangle of brown hair, but I
could still see her pussy opening. Her body was so
plump that her labia were buried deep within her
plump vulva.
I lay down next to her and covered us both up
before she woke up. She instinctually cuddled up
against my warm naked body. She was unaware that
the body she was grasping was her daughter's. She
was probably dreaming about some woman she had
sex with in the past. I placed my hand on one of her
huge tits, and toyed with the nipple. When her big
fingers felt my chest, and discovered that it was as
flat as a boy's her eyes opened, and she tried to
recoil and push me away.
She complained, "Janie...I never wanted to
make you a part of my way of life. You could have a
normal life, marry and have children!"
I whispered in her ear, "You never asked me
what I wanted! There is nothing a man could offer
me besides children. I can have child if I want
without having to marry a MAN! I prefer the
company of women of all kinds! What makes you
think I was not aware of your preference for the
company and love of women?"
Mother started crying. Her reaction touched
me to the heart. I started kissing her closed eyes,
without letting go of her tit. There was a long
moment while Mom decided what she was going to
do.
Suddenly she rolled me over onto my back, and
covered my body with her much larger and warmer
body. She started kissing my face and mouth.
When she lifted her head she said, "I never wanted
this way of life for you, but from the day I saw how
pretty you were, I wanted to make love to you
constantly. Whenever I met a young woman that
reminded me of you I ravished her body the way I
wanted to make love to you!"
I returned her kisses and said, "Now you can
make love to me all you want. When the time comes
we can even share other women and girls with each
other!"
Mom started bawling all over again as she
started kissing me. At first I thought she was still
upset, but when she started feeling me up I realized
those were tears of joy. Just the same our faces
were covered with salty tears. Her heavy body was
comforting on top of me. Her hands were all over
my body. She kissed her way down my body until she
was between my legs. She had not inspected my
vagina since I was a baby while she was changing my
diaper. This time she not only inspected me with her
fingers, she also inspected my pussy with her mouth
and tongue. She discovered that my hymen was
intact, she withdrew her fingers. She didn't want to
deflower me. She just sucked my pussy until she
was satisfied that she had made love to me long
enough to exhaust me of all of the climaxes I could
stand, she rolled off of me, because she was just as
tired as I was.
I cuddled up between her arm and body to
rest. Just smelling her sweaty body was enough to
excite me all over again. The smell of her armpit
made me so horny I just had to nuzzle my nose in
the hair. I placed my hand on one of her monstrous
tits, and massaged it until she pulled my head out of
her pit, and fed that big nipple to my hungry mouth.
Before long the smell of her pussy drew me to it, like
a moth to a flame. Mother couldn't believe it when I
went down on her. For the next week and a half
when I was not in school and she was not at work, we
were in bed discovering just how much we loved each
other. Mom told me that she would deflower me on
my twelfth birthday. We were both neglecting
Candia, and Donna.
That week Candia's mother was home schooling
us when Candia confronted me after the other
children had been picked up. Candia accused me of
not loving her anymore. She was crying, and telling
me that I had not so much as given her a kiss in
almost two weeks. I tried to comfort her, by
hugging her and kissing her eyes. I told her that a
lot had been going on at home lately.
Candia's mother interrupted us. She told me
that she would take me home. On one hand, I was
relieved to get away from Candia on the other hand
I did miss making love to her. Her mom owned one
of those little two seater electric cars. Her car
might have been adequate for running around town,
but definitely was not able to travel at highway
speeds for long, or climb the hills of San Francisco
at much more than a crawl. There was no room for
Candia to accompany us, as her mother drove me
home.
She parked the car a couple of blocks short of
my house. I was a little apprehensive about her
stopping the car to talk to me. After she set the
emergency brake and turned towards me, she
started talking. She said, "I had never intended for
Candia to become a lesbian like me. I figured that
she would probably experiment with girls and boys
like most young girls do, before making up her mind
what she wanted to do. It has been very noticeable
to me how upset she has been because you have not
visited her or even called her in almost two weeks.
Why haven't you called on her, honey?"
I didn't know how much I should tell her. I
eventually decided to tell her the truth. "My mother
had decided that I am old enough for her to teach
me how women make love to women. When I'm not
at school or her at work she has been teaching me!"
I noticed how quickly the windows had fogged
up in the small car, from our breaths and body heat.
There was no way anyone could see inside her car.
Candia's mother leaned over and put her arm around
my shoulders, and pulled me close to her, as she
kissed me on the mouth. She also placed her left
hand on my knee, before sliding it up the inside of
my thigh. I didn't resist as she placed her hand on
my wet panties. While she was kissing me she
slipped her index finger under the leg of my panties,
to play with my pussy. She toyed with my clit
before sticking her finger into my pussy. She sat
back when she found that I was still a virgin. "I
thought your mother is teaching you about sex!
Why are you still a virgin?"
"Mom is planning on taking my cherry in a
couple of months. She is waiting for my twelfth
birthday."
She sat back in her seat, and spread her legs,
while pulling up her skirt. She had on self-supporting
nylons, but no panties. I saw her little triangle of
womanly pubic hair. I leaned over and played with
her pussy, before I put my head down there to taste
her cunt. I sucked her off, before she finished
taking me home.
When I entered my house, Mother was getting
ready to go to work. We had a few minutes to chat
before she had to leave, so I told her about what
Candia's mother and I had talked about, and what we
had done. Mom was excited by what I told her, but
didn't have the time to do anything about it at that
time.
The next morning Donna came by unannounced.
She was a little put out because my mother had not
contacted her or allowed her to come home with her
after work in a couple of weeks. There was no
attempt to hide the meaning of their argument from
me. They openly discussed why Mom had not had a
date with her for so long. Any attempt to ensure my
ignorance about their relationship was forgotten in
the heat of the moment.
It was almost comical listening to them argue
about whether Mom was fucking some new bimbo
from the nightclub. I had to catch the bus for
school, before they finished their argument. I could
hardly contain my excitement about the outcome
until I got home. Mother told me they made up
before Donna had to go to work. It was quiet for a
couple of weeks though.
Mom planned a birthday party for my twelfth
birthday. It was not as if it was going to be a big
secret. There was a comprehensive list of girls I
went to school with and Mother's friends invited.
There was a certain amount of anticipation for my
upcoming birthday party. This promised to be a
memorable occasion.
My birthday happened to fall on a Monday.
That was Mother's day off. The girls from my home
school arrived with their parents in tow. A couple of
girls were the daughters of gay male couples; at
least having a few males around to keep each other
company was good. As it turned out they were adept
in communicating with women very well.
The cake and presents were fun, but what I
was looking forward to was what Mom had promised
to do to me on my twelfth birthday. I expected the
guests to go home after the food and cake were
gone. I didn't expect it to turn into a drinking and
dance party. As the party progressed, and everyone
was getting a little drunk, my mother announced,
"Ladies and gentlemen it is time for Janie to be
welcomed from girlhood to womanhood."
With that she ushered me into her bedroom.
We were followed by several of the women and girls
that wanted to witness my being deflowered. As my
mother began to remove her clothes, her friends
assisted her. At the same time, women were
undressing me. When we were both naked I was
ceremonially picked up and placed on the center of
my mother's bed. While I lay there I watched as
mother retrieved a strap-on dildo from her night
stand. Her friends helped her step into the straps
and pull it up and adjusted the straps tightly around
her hips. Donna was the one that retrieved a bottle
of lubricant. She applied a generous amount of the
liquid to the shaft of that rubber dildo, and helped
Mom mount the bed. The guests surrounded the bed
to watch my mother penetrate my virgin pussy.
When she penetrated my barrel I could not help
moaning in pain as the dildo ripped open my hymen.
Mother fucked me slowly at first. I was
grunting with every deep thrust. As my sexual
excitement grew in intensity, Mother started
fucking me faster. She was dripping sweat from her
face all over my face until I was overtaken by a
heart throbbing climax that left me exhausted and
breathless.
When my mother withdrew her tool from me, she
knelt between my legs and lapped up the watery
traces of my virgin blood, while I recovered. Every
woman and girl in the room not only kissed my mouth
as a welcome into the sisterhood, they played with
my budding breasts, and stroked my sparkly
sprinkling of dark pubic hairs decorated vulva.
I was light headed when I stood up. My bangs
were plastered to my forehead by my own sweat.
I'm sure I was a sight standing there in the cool air
covered in sweat. When the party broke up, Candia
and mother stayed behind along with Donna. There
was a lot more sex to take place that night.
I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a
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