Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 19:04:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother's Friends (lesbian/adult youth, oeal anal, dom, g/FFF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and her mother and other women.  If this type of
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                Mother's Friends
                       By
                      Jan

	My mother divorced my father when I was just
a baby.  She was fortunate to come from a family
wealthy enough to provide her with a comfortable life
style without having to work, but she chose to work
as a volunteer as a social worker to help unfortunate
women that had been abused by their husbands or
boyfriends.  All of her close associates and friends
were women.

	I grew up constantly in the company of women
from a variety of positions in society and many
suffering women. Mother assured me that being
uneducated was nothing to make fun of or be
contemptuous of.  There was a reason for their
condition and deserved respect.

	I was taught to respect the customs of other
societies.  Mother counted among her friends a
number of women fighting for the same causes she
supported, as such there were always women from a
variety of religions and races visiting our home
regularly.

	Her two best friends were women she had
known for a long time.  Ashley was a redhead that she
had gone to college with.  I felt a special bond with
her.  She was always my Auntie Ashley, even though
we were not related.  Ramona was a dark haired
Mexican beauty, that mother worked with.  She was
welcome in our home socially almost as if she were
family.  I was both envious of and enamored with
both of their figures.

	For the first six or seven years of my life I was
oblivious to anything sexual.  I never suspected that
my mother was involved with any of her friends
sexually.  I never suspected that any show of
affection of my mother for her friends had any
sexual overtones.  Oh...my mother didn't hide her
affection for her women friends from me.  She
openly kissed them on the mouth, and was
comfortable hugging and touching her friends.

	I was about ten-years-old the first time I
started to become aware of sex.  I saw enough
television that flirted with sexual attraction of
women for women that I began to suspect that my
mother's displays of affection for her friends might
have a sexual element.  I didn't feel comfortable
discussing my suspicions with my mother, so one
afternoon while I was visiting Ashley's home, and we
were sitting on her couch, I asked Aunt Ashley if I
could ask her a personal question about my mother.

	Ashley was a good natured woman with friendly,
talkative openness.  She got a pensive look on her
face when I asked her that question before she
assured me that she would try and answer my
question.

	"I have been wondering if my mother is a
lesbian!" I asked.

	Ashley's eyebrows knitted, "Why do you ask?"

	"I have been noticing the way my mother kisses
and feels up all of her women friends.  I have heard
people talking about women being lesbians doing that
sort of thing, and I have seen movies on TV that deal
with that sort of thing."

	Ashley's face darkened for a moment before
she smiled, "I think you're old enough to be told about
your mother.  She is a very loving woman, and she
does in fact have a sexual relationship with a number
of women!"

	"Does she count you as one of her lovers?"

	Ashley, "Yes...your mother and I have been
lovers from our freshman year at college.  I never
was jealous of her relationships with other women,
because we trust each other.  We even tell each
other about our affairs with other women."

	I thought about what she had told me for what
seemed like an eternity, but was probably only
moments, "What is it like to make love to another
woman?"

	Ashley paused, "It's hard to describe what it is
like to make love to a woman!  All I can say is that I
only enjoy sex with other women.  Any relationships
I've had with males have been less than satisfactory."

	"But, what is it like to make love to a woman?"

	"I can't tell you about how it feels.  Are you
asking me to show you how to make love to a woman?"

	I looked her in the eye before I answered her
question, "yeeees!"

	Ashley turned towards me and crossed her
right leg under her left leg, as she placed her hands
on my shoulders, so she could turn my body around so
that my back was towards her.  I also had to cross my
right leg under my left to be comfortable.  She used
her right hand to pull my long brunet hair from
around my left shoulder to expose my neck and ear.
She started kissing me on the back of my neck, as
she slipped her hands under my arms and followed my
ribcage up my body to my chest.  My chest was still
as flat as a board, except for my nipples, which were
so sensitive that her touch felt like an electrical
shock.  She toyed with my nipples while she swabbed
my ear with her tongue.  It was all so stimulating that
I could hardly contain myself.

	Ashley slowly reached down and pulled my thin
jersey T-shirt out of my blue jeans, and pulled it up
my body.  I had to raise my arms up over my head and
she pulled it off of me.  She tossed it aside before
resuming feeling my nipples.  I was breathing in short
shallow breaths, and my head was spinning.

	I could feel her large soft breasts pressing
against my bare back as she used her hands to tug at
the tight jeans.  The five buttons popped open.  She
slipped her right hand under the waistband of my
tight little blue hip-hugger panties.  I felt her fingers
slide over my bald little vulva.  When her fingertips
touched my little clit I almost pissed my pants.  No
one had ever touched me that way before.

	She diddled my clit until I thought I was going
to pass out.  When I couldn't stand it any longer,
Ashley actually removed her hand from my panties.
She smelled and sucked on her fingers while I
recovered.  Then she pulled me up and onto her lap,
like I was a baby, while she took my shoes and socks
off, before she pulled my jeans and panties free of
my feet.  It felt so strange sitting on her lap like I
was a naked baby.

	While I was struggling with my feelings she
continued kissing me.  She reached behind her back
and unhooked and unzipped the back of her tight
fitting dress.  She pulled the front of the dress down
to her waist, to expose her luscious tits.  Her creamy
skin was sprinkled with freckles, and those beautiful
breasts were capped with pink areolas and nipples
that begged to be sucked.

	She lifted one of her breasts and wiped my lips
with the nipple until I opened my mouth and started
sucking on her tit like a baby.  I clung to her tit with
both hands, while she placed one hand on my bare
butt, and the other hand returned to my hairless
cunt.

	The hand on my butt moved under me until she
found my warm sweaty little tightly puckered asshole.
The middle fingers of both hands were being pushed
into both of my holes.  I was being finger-fucked
front and rear at the same time.  She took me to
that point that I thought I was going to die.  One
more time and then she stopped.

	She sat me on the couch with my back against
the over-stuffed arm, while she stood up, to remove
her dress, and her pretty little lace panties.  She only
had on self-supporting nylons and high heeled T-strap
shoes.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her pussy.

	I had seen my mother naked before, but this
was the first other adult pussy I had ever seen.  She
had a bikini shaved pussy.  The triangle of pubic hair
fascinated me, because I had never seen champagne
pink pubic hair before.  Her pink labia poked out
beyond her pussy opening.  Her clitoris was hooded
with pink skin.  She deliberately stood there in front
of me and spread her legs, and used both hands to
spread her labia open, so that I could get a good look
at her cunt.  With the labia spread her clit was
exposed.  Her vagina was gaping open.  I could see the
opening of her urethra, and the ragged opening to her
vagina.  I couldn't resist reaching out and touching
her cunt.

	She shocked me by grasping my wrist tightly,
and shoving my hand deeply into her pussy.  My entire
fist was swallowed by her cunt.  She assisted me in
fist fucking her pussy until I had the rhythm.  Then
she stood there with her head tossed back, and
grasping both tits with her hands.  When she started
moaning and verbalizing all kinds of nasty words I
thought I had hurt her, I tried to withdraw my fist.
She screamed, "Don't stop, you little baby bitch!"

	She grabbed my wrist and shoved my wet hand
back into her cunt.  When she let go of my wrist she
grabbed my upper arm and shoved half of my forearm
up her cunt.  I couldn't believe that half of my lower
arm actually fit inside her cunt.  She fucked herself
on my arm until her eyes rolled back, and her mouth
opened while she exclaimed, "I'm mm...cumming!"

	When I removed my fist from her opening, it
was covered with slimy juice.  I sat there looking at
her open vagina.  I could see into her hole.

	She knelt by the couch and spread my legs open.
I thought she was going to try and stick her fist in
me.  I almost panicked, until she bent over and kissed
my hairless pussy.  I couldn't believe that anyone
would ever want to place their mouth on the opening
girls peed from.  (Boy did I have a lot to learn.)  She
drove me crazy with her lips and tongue.  She even
lifted my butt up so that she could lick my asshole
too.  (I have been told by other girls that they didn't
have their first orgasm until they were 12 or 13-
years-old.)  Well I had my first orgasm that
afternoon.  I was one sweaty little bitch by the time
I finished kicking Ashley's back with my heels.

	While I recovered Ashley sat at the other end
of the couch with her back against the other arm.
She reached for her purse and retrieved her
cigarettes and lighter.  She put one of her filtered
cigarettes in her mouth and lit up.  She took a long
drag before removing the cigarette and blew the
smoke towards the ceiling.  I thought she was the
sexiest woman in the world at that moment.

	I crawled on my hands and knees, the length of
the couch, so that I could show her how much I loved
her.  The smell of her cunt was hypnotizing to me.
She spread her legs as I approached.  Her pubic hair
was glistening from all of the juice that had seeped
out of her cunt.  I filled my nose with the smell of
her pussy.  (I still measure the smell of all pussies by
the way her cunt smelled.)

	I pressed my face into the wet crevice.  I
savored the taste of her juice while lapping at her
opening.  She obviously enjoyed my efforts, measured
by all of the noises and nasty words she screamed.
She was bucking her hips around and off of the
couch, so much that I was having a hard time keeping
my mouth attached to her cunt.  Before I knew it my
tongue was wiping her asshole too.  It surprised me
that it tasted as good as it did.  By the time she
finished with her orgasm I was just as exhausted.  I
had not even been aware that the whole time I was
eating her pussy I had been playing with my pussy
too.

	Ashley was aware that she didn't dare send me
home without giving me a bath, because I reeked of
the smell of her pussy.

	From that afternoon on I looked at all of my
mother's friends differently, as well as her.  I
became aware of the differences in her when she had
spent a few hours with one or another of her friends.
There were times I smell traces of perfume of her
friends on her clothes and body.  Other times I was
sure I smelled pussy juice on her face when she
kissed me after I went to bed.

	One time when I was going to spend the night at
the home of a girlfriend's we had an argument so I
walked home without alerting my mother.  I opened
the front door with my key and headed towards my
bedroom.  As I approached my room I heard voices
coming from mother's bedroom.  I paused in place
while I listened to the exchange of voices.  I
recognized Mother's voice right away, but it took me
a moment to recognize the voice of Ramona, her
Mexican friend that had moved east as a promotion
within an investment company.

	During their exchange I heard Mother begging
Ramona to use her like the bitch she was.  Ramona
answered with a comment like, "Move that ass of
yours bitch!"

	I couldn't resist trying to get a look at what
they were doing.  I tested the bedroom door, and
found that it was not locked.  I turned the knob
slowly and slowly opened the door, while holding my
breath, because I feared that the hinges would
squeak.  I peeked around the door and saw my mother
in her hands and knees on top of her bed.  Ramona
had a handful of Mom's hair and pulling on it like it
was the reins of a horse, while she was fucking my
mother's ass with a big black strap-on dildo.

	I couldn't believe that Mom actually was
enjoying the assault on her asshole like that.  I
eventually closed the door and retreated to my room.
I didn't go to sleep until the early morning hours.  I
was masturbating like crazy, while thinking about
what I had witnessed.  I could also hear them talking
through the wall.  I couldn't make out everything, but
I heard enough to know that Mother was enjoying
being brutalized by her friend.  I didn't learn exactly
how much Mother enjoyed being dominated until
another evening.

	One evening after she came home late after a
date with her Ramona, I knew she was drunk.  She
hardly made it to the bathroom.  I heard her
throwing-up.

	I was compelled to help her.  When I entered
the bathroom it stank of the smell of shit and vomit.
I had to help her wipe her butt, and help her into her
bedroom.  When I helped her remove her clothes I
saw that her butt and the backs of her thighs were
striped with red marks.  It was obvious that she had
been spanked with a narrow rod, like a cane or whip.
Her nipples were also inflamed.  The flesh of her tits
was bruised.  I thought she had been attacked.
When I asked Mom who had attacked her, she
mumbled that she had been playing with Ramona.  I
could barely make out what she was saying.

	I managed to get her into her nightgown and
into bed.  Looking at her unconscious body I couldn't
resist taking advantage of her.  I pulled the front of
her gown down to expose her 36-C breasts.  Mother
and I are natural brunettes, as such our skin tans
easily.  We do sunbathe just enough to maintain a
healthy golden color.  Her breasts are beautiful to my
eye; they are shaped so nicely, even lying on her back.
The natural weight of most women's breasts would
spread over their chests resting on their arms.
Mom's breasts were still proudly firm cones with the
nipples pointing at the ceiling.  Her areolas were much
larger than mine but we both have dark dimpled
mauve ovals.

	I couldn't resist touching her breasts.  As I
cupped the soft flesh of her breasts, she moaned,
and almost inaudibly she whispered the name Ramona.
She must have thought that it was still Ramona that
was playing with her tits.  I bent over and took a
nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard.

	Mother placed her hands on my head as if to
direct my attention to an itch in her tits.  Her eyes
were still closed as she pleaded with me to suck
harder.  She eventually pushed on the top of my head,
directing me to move down her body towards her
cunt.  My face glided easily over the satiny material
of her nightgown.

	I reached down to her thighs to find the
bottom of the nightgown, and pulled it up until her
midriff was exposed to my touch.  I could make out
the red and swollen flesh of her pussy by the pink
glow of her nightlight.  I felt sorry for the way her
pussy had been abused, so I gently kissed on licked
her vulva.

	Mother's pubic hair was dark, but she shaved it
into a bikini cut and trimmed the rest of the hairs to
an even length.  I parted her labia with my tongue to
find her swollen clitoris.  As soon as my tongue
touched it Mother let out a satisfied moan.  She
started to say, "Ramona, you make me feel so...."  Her
eyes opened and saw that it was me licking her pussy.
"No...no you shouldn't be doing that to me, it's not
right for you to be eating my cunt!  You're my own
daughter, honey!"

	I didn't respond to her pleas, and continued
eating her pussy.

	She feebly tried to push me away, but I clung to
her hips and ate her pussy until she gave up trying to
fight me.  She was wallowing in her decadent,
incestuous pleasures.  When she quivered in a long
orgasm, I moved up her body to kiss her on the
mouth.  She was crying.

	"I didn't want you to ever know about how I
seek out my sexual gratification.  I wanted you to
grow up and find a truly loving man to look after you
and have children of your own.  I wanted you to have
a normal life!"

	I placed my smelly fingers to her lips, "Don't say
that!  I have suspected about your relationship with
women for a long time.  My suspicions were confirmed
about a month ago.  Aunt Ashley taught me how to
please a woman, and I loved it.  You have to tell me
why Ramona abused your body so much?"

	Mother stroked my hair, "Ramona and I have a
special relationship.  She likes to dominate her sexual
partners, and I enjoy occasionally being abused as
part of satisfying a sexual need in me!"

	'Do you think I would enjoy that kind of sex?"

	"Honey, the dominant and submissive game is
not something every girl should get involved in.  It
can be dangerous.  You have to know how much you
can stand, and stop it when you reach your limit."

	Mother was sobering up quickly by that time.
She took me in her arms and hugged me tightly.  She
started biting my flesh with little love bites while she
made love to my nipples.  I was in heaven when she bit
my clit and pulled the flesh to its stretching limit.  It
felt both painful and sexually stimulating at the same
time.  When my orgasm swept over me I couldn't
believe how much I enjoyed it.  Mother and I clung to
each other as we surrendered to sleep.

	It was almost noon before our bladders woke us
up.  We laughed at the fact that we both needed to
pee so badly.  Mother solved the problem by sitting
on the toilet and having me sit on her lap facing her.
I pissed all over her vulva while she was relieving
herself.  We talked about nothing but sex all day.
She told me about the first time she had sex with a
friend.  She also admitted that she had continued
having sex with girlfriends after she got married.

	I told her about when I suspected that her lady
friends were more than just friends, and because
Ashley is like and aunt to me, I had asked her if my
mother was a lesbian.  Ashley answered the question
by showing me how women make love to each other.  I
liked it and that is why I have been seeing so much of
her lately.

	Mom asked, "Would you like to visit Ramona with
me tomorrow night?"

	I was fascinated by the idea of what went on at
her house, so I agreed.  Mom used her cell phone to
call Ramona and made a date with her, and asked if
she could bring me along.  After a couple other
exchanges, she assured Ramona that we would be
there tomorrow evening.

	The next afternoon as soon as I got home from
school I began preparing for the evening.  I selected
my clothes very carefully.  I wanted to look more
mature than my age.  Physically I could not change
the fact that my chest was as flat as a board, and my
pussy was as bald as a baby's.  I selected panties that
would fit as tightly as possible.  I did have some nude
self-supporting nylons and pumps with two inch heels.
I selected a simple shift dress in black.  Then I
prepared my bath.

	I used scented oils and soaked in the very warm
water so long that I had to add more hot water a
couple of times.  When I eventually got out of the
tub I dried off very carefully.  Then I powdered my
body.  I was just beginning to put on my panties when
Mother got home from work.

	She checked on me before she went to her
room to get ready.  She approved of my selection and
the way my tight little panties creased my swollen
little vulva.  She said, "I love the way your camel toe
looks baby!"

	I was dressed long before Mother was ready, so
I sat on her bed watching her get dressed.  She had
selected dark nylons and a black spaghetti strap
cocktail dress that showed off plenty of thigh.  I
thought she was the most attractive woman in the
world.  I was as nervous as a wild cat in a locked room
as Mother drove us to Ramona's home.

	I had visited her home plenty of times and
thought her home was nice looking.  There was just
the right mix of modern and traditional to make it
not look as sterile as modern furniture looks.

	When Ramona welcomed us into her home she
was dressed in a strapless cocktail dress in red.  Only
a woman with a golden brown body should ever wear
red.  I had always admired her and been a little bit
intimidated by her.  She truly had an hourglass figure
worth dying for.  She was five-foot nine, 36-DD, 26,
38.  Her hair hung down her back in flowing dark
waves with slight reddish highlights.  Her brown eyes
were so dark it was like looking into black mirrors.
She had a wide nose, and very full, kissable lips.  She
was a very gracious host though.

	She escorted us through her home while she
showed off her home to me.  She offered us
refreshments while we talked.  Mother explained to
Ramona that I was no longer a virgin.  She told her
the Ashley had been teaching me for a couple of
months.

	Ramona's face lit up, because she knew Ashley's
taste in young girls.  She asked, "Do you really think
Bonnie is ready to be introduced to the domination
game?"

	Mom placed her arm around my shoulders and
stroked my hair with the other hand as she said,
"Bonnie is a very horny girl!  I'm sure she will enjoy
the games!"

	Ramona stood up took our glasses from us and
placed them on a tray as she led us to the kitchen.
She placed the plates and glasses in her dishwasher
and closed the door, before leading us back to the
hall, where she opened a door leading downstairs to
the basement.  She turned on the lights as she led us
downstairs.

	Like so many New England homes her home was
built into the side of a hill with a fully finished
basement under the first floor.  The basement was
fully furnished because the basement was cooler
during the heat of the humid summers.  There were
rooms that contained storm shutters to be put up
during the winter months.  Ramona's basement, like
most other New England homes had one large room
that looked like a comfortable living room.  There was
a 60-inch LED television on the wall, with a large
leather sectional couch and recliners.  When she
turned on the lights the room had been filled with
soft music coming from a stereo.

	As we descended the stairs Ramona assured me,
"In the S&M games the person being punished is
actually in charge.  All they have to say is the control
word to stop any game!"

	I had no idea that I would actually be in charge
of the action.  I thought the minute the victim was
restrained they were completely at the mercy of the
dominant person.

	While Ramona was talking to me, my mother was
undressing.  As soon as she was naked mother started
undressing me.  I stood there watching, unable to
move or avert my eyes from the action.  I was so busy
looking at my mother's naked body, and what she was
doing to me that I paid very little attention to
Ramona.

	I was only casually aware that Ramona
disappeared into an adjoining room and closed the
door.  When Ramona reappeared I was startled by
the change in her apparel or lack of it.  She was
decked out in a black leather corset.  The breast
cups lifted her tits but didn't hide her big brown
areolas and nipples.  Her crotch was exposed, and her
vulva was shaved clean, allowing me to see her labia
dangling out of her pussy with chrome rings hanging
from her lips.  She had on dark self-supporting nylons
that came all the way up to her crotch, and she had
on high heeled boots.  She looked like something right
out of a cheap porn movie.  She had on black opera
gloves.  Her hair was down and flowing wildly with
every step she made.  If I didn't know her so well I
would have been frightened by her appearance.

	She was holding a riding crop in her right hand
and was slapping it against the palm of her left hand.
She had a threatening expression on her face that I
had never seen before.  She simply said, "Bonnie,
from now on your escape word is 'Gus-Gus the mouse
from Disney's Cinderella.'  Anytime you want the
action to stop simply say your escape word and the
game will be ended."

	With that Mother and Ramona started removing
all of my clothes.  I had never felt more exposed and
vulnerable in my life.

	She took the time to show me all of the toys
and restraints she possessed.  As imposing as they all
looked the restraints had padding to prevent chafing.
As she was showing me the handcuffs she was also
fastening them around my wrists.  When both of my
hands were secured she attached them to a chain
that was suspended from the ceiling, and hoisted my
hands up over my head until I was standing on tip toe.

	She had to kneel to secure my ankles to some
rings attached to the floor.  I was spread eagle in the
middle of the room completely at her disposable.  She
started drawing the tip of the crop over my flesh so
gently that it was making my skin crawl like ants were
walking all over my body.  It was driving me crazy.
Just like that the leather loop flicked the right
nipple with a bite that sent a message of pain I could
not prevent myself from letting out a shocked cry of
pain.  She bent over and kissed the tip of my nipple.
Even though the kiss was as gentle as a feather's
touch I felt a sensation of pain.

	With every stripe she applied to the flesh of
my breasts, she applied a kiss.  She added stripes to
my butt just as judicially.  No one had ever kissed my
butt the way she did.  I felt her licking the crack of
my ass, although I couldn't see what she was doing.
That added new chills through my body.  She saw to
it that I had welts not only on my posterior but also
on the backs of my legs.  Eventually I felt additional
lips kissing my butt when Ramona started paddling my
vulva with a flat leather strap.  There was something
so erotic about the knowledge that my own mother
was kissing my butt while another woman was slapping
my pussy.  I endured everything, and discovered that
it made the sex all the more exciting.  Just when I
thought my sexual stimulation couldn't get any more
stimulating, Ramona stepped into a strap-on dildo
that looked like something that should have been
attached to a donkey.  As much as the sight of her
dildo frightened me, I couldn't believe that she was
going to be able to insert that thing into my body.

	Ramona approached me as I hung there
suspended from her ceiling and guided that tool
between my legs.  When I tried to pull my butt
backwards I was prevented because my mother was
pressing her body against my backside.  The dildo
stretched my pussy beyond my ability to believe.  I
was sandwiched between two adult women.  Mom had
her hands under my arms and her hands were clinging
to my budding breasts.

	By the time they released me from the bindings,
I was a sweating and quivering like a bowl of Jell-O.
They had to allow me to rest and help me bathe
before Mother helped me get dressed and took me
home.  I slept for 12 hours without stirring.  When I
woke up a new world awaited me.



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