Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 22:13:48 +0930 From: Anabelle Woodbridge <anabellew.elizabeth@gmail.com> Subject: Anabelle life, Chapter 1 (Incest, lesbian, F/f) Anabelle - Life Written by Anabelle W. Edited by James W. It's not like Anabelle didn't enjoy school; the short, blonde haired, brown eyed, chubby 14 year old did enjoy it. She did well in her classes, kept out of trouble and got along with both her teachers and class mates. Unfortunately being chubby got her teased but luckily her cute brown eyes and flowing blonde hair meant she received compliments as well. Today started out like most other days; some teacher has complimented her on her looks in the morning while some boy teased her for being too fat at midday. What made today different was she then decided to go home for lunch as it was only a five minute walk, this allowed her to time to walk off her anger. For years she had tried to lose weight but it was to no avail. The irony being that when someone called her 'fat' she ate more food to comfort herself, it was a downward spiral which she would love to get off. Adelaide was a boring city with a million boring people. Anabelle lived in the suburb of Elizabeth where the dregs of the city lived; it wasn't a bad place but everyone was dirt poor and lived off the government. Anabelle's house was a normal sized brick house, forty years old and owned by the government to provide subsidised housing for the poor. It wasn't much but it was a home she shared with her mother, older sister and younger brother; and dad when he was home from the army. Anabelle had a key for the house but knew that the back door would be unlocked if mum was home. As she walked around the back of the house she passed her mum's bedroom and heard noises; noises that someone makes when they are really having a good time! Anabelle couldn't work out whether mum was with someone, or something! Anabelle's hand slightly trembled as she opened the back door; it was nerve racking but very exciting for her as she realised what she might find inside. She had never seen someone having sex before, and silently she hoped she would be able to watch her own mother; but with who? Her father was still fighting in the middle east, and it would be for at least another 6 months before he returned (well, that's what his last letter said anyway). Anabelle walked as quietly as she could towards her mothers room, it was the last one on the right and across from her parents office. If she was caught there was no way to talk herself out why she was in that part of the house. Mothers door was open, it was Anabelles lucky day; now she could stand back and watch without being caught. Whatever was was happening in her mothers room was going to be an eye opener for Anabelle. She peered through the door and saw her mother masturbating on her own bed, the sheets were pulled down which allowed Anabelle to see everything; her mothers chubby body, her mothers breasts swinging up and down in time with her masturbation. Most importantly though, Anabelle could see her mothers finger rubbing her own vagina, and the expression on her face told Anabelle that this was how it was done. Anabelle had tried to masturbate before but found that it wasn't as good as she had been told (or hoped!), and now she knew why; watching her mother she now knew what she had done wrong and in a couple of minutes she was going to practice, and then practice some more, until she got it to the point that her own pleasure was just as good as her mother displayed. Anabelle had all the information that she needed and had seen enough, but she kept watching as the sight before her was incredible. Her mother kept going, with her breathes so loud that Anabelle heard them clearly. Anabelle decided to move further down the hall so she could watch her mothers body but not her face; that way if mother opened her eyes she wouldn't see her own daughter. From her new vantage point she could watch her mothers finger rubbing furiously on her own vagina. Suddenly mothers breathing got deeper and louder as she kept masturbating with her left hand and moved her right hand to her breast squeezing her nipple. Anabelle watched this new movement with excitement as she hoped to learn everything; mother pulled her own nipple and stretched her breast into the air, letting out a quick sigh – Anabelle realised that she was about to orgasm. Mother had her orgasm, she moved her bottom into the air in order to move her whole body with her finger; she stretched her nipple into the air again and orgasmed with a 'uuuugh' sound. It wasn't a loud sound but it was a long, Anabelle counted 6 seconds. Mothers eyes opened and she looked towards the end of the bed. She then spoke with a smile, "Was that good enough?" Anabelle froze, 'Who the heck was mother talking too?!?' she thought. Anabelle turned towards the end of the bed to see if mother was actually talking too someone – yes she was. Standing at the end of the bed was an attractive, mature lady with short red hair. She was in business attire (a white silk blouse and a black skirt), she had a string of pearls around her neck that only added to her elegance. And this lady was looking straight at Anabelle with a smirk on her face. "How about we ask your daughter?" she replied to mother. Mother looked across and saw her daughter, the voyeur. "ANABELLE?!?" mother exclaimed as she quickly pull the bed sheets across herself. The lady walked across to Anabelle and extended her hand, "Your mother has photos all around the room so I thought it must be you! They call me 'Mistress Emily'. So, did you enjoy the show your mother put on?". Anabelle accepted Emily's hand and pulled herself up from the floor. She looked towards her mother but couldn't find any words to say. "It's not what it looks like" mother said, and then went red in the face as she realised what words had come out of her own mouth, "I mean, it is what it looks like of course but ... there are certain things you don't understand". Mother pulled the blanket over her head before she could say anything else that might embarrass herself further. "Oh come on Abigail, don't be shy" Emily told mother, "Anabelle needs to learn these things, and may even join you in business". "Business?" Anabelle asked to no-one in particular, yet looked straight at her mother. "Emily ..." Abigail started to talk, "Mistress Emily please" Emily interrupted. "...Mistress Emily, please, I don't want my daughter involved". "Why not, did you know that only last year a customer offered me two thousand dollars to have a teenager dominate her? I rejected that offer as I have no teenagers working for me", Emily put her hand on Anabelles face and gently rubbed her cheek, "and one as attractive as this would earn us all a fortune". Anabelle looked into Emilys eyes and exclaimed, "But I couldn't have sex with a man, I wouldn't know what to do!". Emily laughed, "Oh but dear, I don't cater to men, all my customers are ladies who pay very, very well for female ... companionship". A million thoughts rushed through Anabelles head, she had never had sex with either a male, or a female, and now an opportunity presented itself for her to be paid for satisfying others. "I wouldn't know what to do!" Anabelle said hurriedly, "I didn't even know how to masturbate until just now". "I have the perfect instructor!" Emily said as she held Anabelles hand and led her over to the bed. "Abigail," Emily said to her, "you have impressed me with your masturbation technique but to work for me I must know whether you have the ability to make another lady orgasm, and I believe that your daughter would be an excellent ... test case." Emily led Anabelle over to the bed and gestured for her to lay on the bed in the middle; Abigail moved over so her daughter could lie down. Emily looked at Anabelle, "comfortable?" she asked. Anabelle only replied with a nod of her head, she was comfortable as well as extremely nervous. "Emily ..." Abigail started to say but Emily cut her off and scolded at her, "You told me that you wanted to earn enough money to be financially secure in order to get out of this mess, to move to a better part of town than here; do as I ask and I can help you make those dreams come true." "We don't have to do this." Abigail said as she rolled over and looked at Anabelle. Anabelle just nervously looking at the ceiling. After several seconds Anabelle turned to her mother, "We're never going to get anywhere in this place, if this is what it takes then lets do it." Abigail put her hand on her daughters chest and gently rubbed her stomach, they both looked into each others eyes to see if the other wanted this to stop, but there was no such sign so Abigail pushed forward. She put her lips on her daughters neck and began to kiss, in response Anabelle closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensual touches. Slowly Abigail moved her kisses upwards until at last her lips met her daughters, Anabelle finally loosened up and kissed her mother back. Their lips finally locked as their tongues intertwined. Anabelle moved her free hand onto her mothers head while Abigail moved her hand towards her daughters breast. Slowly mother unbuttoned Anabelle's top button of her white blouse, and then a second ... and then a third. This slowly revealed Anabelle's white bra to Emily who watched on with great pleasure. Finally Abigail put her hand down her daughters bra, rubbing her breast and working her way towards her nipple. "Ouch" said Anabelle as she suddenly sat up. Emily and Abigail were both worried, had Anabelle finally lost her nerve? "I'm sorry mum, it hurts to have both your hand and a big boob in that bra, just let me take it off." Anabelle said as she sat up straight and undid her bra . The other two ladies looked at each other with a sigh of relief. Quickly Anabelle lay back down after she threw her bra off the side of the bed. Abigail looked down at her daughters large breasts and then massaged them with her right hand, two seconds later she placed her tongue over the nipple and began to lick. Anabelle's eyes shot open as a wave of pleasure shot through her, "wow," she thought "this is way better than I expected". After a minute spent licking her daughters breast she moved her tongue to the other breast, and moved her right hand towards her daughters navy blue school skirt. Abigail had undone her own skirts so many times that she had no problems undoing her daughters, the skirt was quickly opened up and her white lacy underwear could be seen. Emily smiled at the sight. Slowly Abigail rubbed her fingers over her daughters underwear while moving her mouth back towards her daughters. They kissed again. Anabelle started moving her crotch to the rhythm of her mothers fingers, it felt special and gave her feelings that she had never felt before, 'this is why people have sex' she realised. With a quick flick of her finger Abigail slipped her finger under her daughters underwear; Anabelle tensed, but only for a split second. Anabelle didn't shave but hadn't grown much pubic hair either; mother twisted the pubic hair around her finger and gave it a slight pull, not enough to make it hurt but just enough to send a small pleasurable shock wave through her daughters body. Her fingers gently rubbed on the outside of her vagina which gave Anabelle thrills. "Take them off baby." Abigail whispered into her daughters ear; without a second thought Anabelle lifted her cute bottom and slipped her underwear off. Abigail didn't miss a beat as she kept rubbing her daughters pussy and told her "Now for some real fun". Abigail rested her head on her daughters stomach as she pushed her fingers into her vagina; Anabelle's head tilted backwards and her eyes were glued shut. Anabelle made a pleasurable groan which made her mother look up at her and say "Oh baby, I haven't even hit the jackpot yet." she told her daughter. Abigail went back to pushing her fingers in and out as her daughter wondered about what she had just said, was it really going to get better? It took several minutes but Anabelle found out very quickly how good it could get as her mother found the clitoris and began to rub her fingers over it, Anabelle now knew where the jackpot was located on her own body and it felt really, really good. Anabelle lay there and enjoyed the ride while her mother kept her fingers in place but moved her face up so she could see her daughter facial expressions. Smiling to herself she then lowered her mouth down to her daughters nipple and licked it ferociously. Anabelle experienced her first orgasm. It lasted about three seconds but to Anabelle it felt like a life time. Anabelle opened her eyes and looked up to see her mother lying next to her, smiling at her. Emily had not moved from the end of the bed and looked satisfied. Anabelle looked at her watch, it had taken her mother fourteen minutes to bring her to orgasm so she still had time to get back to school and not miss any remaining classes. But school really didn't matter to her at the moment, she was in her afterglow and wanted to enjoy it for all it was worth. Abigail rested her head on her daughters stomach and looked at Emily, "Well?" she asked with a smirk. "You did an excellent job on yourself and an even better job on your daughter! You simply must come and work for me!" "Doing what?" Anabelle asked, Abigail turned to her and answered, "Prostituting myself out to ladies ... giving them their fantasies ...". Emily cut into the conversation, "... and charging them a small fortune. My customers may have varied fantasies but they all have one thing in common ..." Emily turned to leave the room "... they are rich". As Emily went to walk out the door she turned and looked back at Abigail, "Ring me tomorrow morning with your final decision on whether you wish to be in my employment. If so then be ready to start 'work' this Friday night." Emily then went to leave the room but she stopped, "Oh, and Abigail? If your daughter decides to work with you then all the prices are quadrupled, you and your daughter should really think about that." The two lovers lay in bed for another three minutes before either of them spoke. "So how much money is Emily talking about?" Anabelle asked, "Mistress hires me out for five hundred dollars an hour and I get four hundred". "So, if she is right about quadrupling then that's two THOUSAND dollars an hour!!". Abigail looked into her daughters eyes, their lips only inches away from each others, "Anabelle, think long and hard about this before you say, or do, anything. This will change everything." "Mum, you just made me squeal with delight, and now you're telling me I can get paid for it!" "That's where you are wrong, I'm paid to make the other person orgasm, not myself". "Don't you get off on it? I mean, didn't you get off on watching me orgasm?" "That time I did, but what if I don't like the person? What if they are a nasty person? What if they don't care whether I orgasm or not? It takes two to tango." They both enjoyed a lingering kiss before Anabelle got up, "I have to go back to school, I don't know why as I'm treated like crap." Anabelle said as she put her skirt back on, "I hate that school". "It's not that bad, your younger brother loves it." "He's not overweight so he doesn't get picked on about it every day." "I'm sure it doesn't happen every day." "Maybe I'll make this my last day of school, earn enough so we can buy a nice house in a nice area and have an enjoyable life." Abigail sat up in bed and looked at her daughter, "Anabelle, please don't do anything silly, especially before this weekend. You may not enjoy it ... I might not enjoy it." Anabelle put her bra on and looked out the window, "I've lived by all the so called rules of society and look where we are mom, in government housing surrounded by drug growers. Don't you think this is an opportunity to live like normal people". "We are normal people Anabelle, we've just had a very bad run of luck." Anabelle put her shirt on as she went to walk out of the room, "Well it's about time we made our own luck."