Date: 18 Dec 2001 15:59:06 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: college Graduation (Incest F\F)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a mother and her daughter. If this
type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do
not read it.
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College Graduation
By
Jan
Graduation from college was a major change in my life.
My divorced mother came to my graduation and we stayed in
the Howard Johnson's for the couple of days she was there.
I knew the dangers of telling my family that I was gay.
All too many of my friends had had their families disown them
when they came out of the closet. But I had been thinking that I
wanted to tell my Mom first.
With some trepidation, the second night she was here and
rested I asked her to sit on the bed I have something to tell you.
Mom said, "Don't tell me... you're pregnant!"
I shook my head, unable to believe the irony of the half-
serious question. Mom wanted grandchildren desperately, and
I was an only child. Gathering my nerve I got the guts to tell
her, "Mom I prefer the love of women to men!" I closed my
eyes and waited for her response.
"You're...you're gay?" Mom said in a whisper. She
turned a little white too.
"All the way." I said. "I tried it with men and boys,
Mom, but I don't feel anything when a man makes love to me.
Do you understand?"
"More than you can imagine." She said, smiling warmly.
"Life sure hands you interesting situations. I guess I should tell
you the truth too. If you can do it so can I. Emma Jo, I am gay
too. That was the real reason your father and I split-up. I was
the one having the affairs, but it was with women. Remember
the Bridge club? They were all lovers of mine."
I was my turn to be shocked. "You...gay...Mom? I
can't believe it! There is nothing butch about you! I thought
you were the most attractive woman in our town. Every man in
town was making passes at you. I thought you were playing
around with half the men in town.
"Thank you honey, you look just like me. I bet every
underclassmen and professor here at school was trying to get
into your panties. So why would it surprise you?
We looked at each other. A spark of recognition leaped
between us, physical attraction of immense proportions passed
between us. We moved back on the bed so that our backs were
against the headboard so we could talk to each other.
Mom asked, "How did you discover the girl game
Honey?"
I sat back to think about it for a minute and gather my
thoughts. Then I started to tell her about it. I admitted that I
had had sex with a few men and boys close to my age.
The first boy was Dan the neighbor down the street. He
was only a year or two older than me and was clumsy. The first
time hurt, but other girls said it would get better, so I kept
letting him fuck me. He eventually learned enough to make me
climax. Just the same I felt empty and dirty after he would pull
his condom covered dick out of me and avoid my eyes as he
dressed to leave.
Then I had a brief affair with the father of Shirley, my
best friend. He was a better lover. He performed oral sex on
me until I climaxed before he would fuck me, every time. That
was better but still did not feel right.
The affair ended when I think she figured out what was
going on between her father and me. I think she was more than
a little jealous about it. She ended our friendship over a
supposed non return of a sweater I was supposed to have
borrowed.
I dated a few guys and men and let some of the fuck me
in hopes that it would be the right one. None ever rang my bell
so to speak. Do you remember the summer I went on vacation
in southern California with Uncle Fred's family when I was
turning eighteen?
Mom, shock her head in the affirmative.
I had become very interested in English ligature and I
spent a lot of time in the Huntington Library in San Marino
because it has the largest collation of Shakespeare's original
works in the world. I met a woman there that was to change my
life. She saw the works I was reading. They are so valuable
that the only way you can read them is on a computer. She told
me that she was very interested in his works too.
She joined me at the computer and we read them
together. She had a lot of insight and observations about them.
When we finally had to leave we went to a dinner for coffee so
that we could continue our discussion. I felt right at home with
her.
She was a very nice looking woman with graying hair.
She was in a business suit in a steel gray and a silken blouse in
a teal blue that made her eyes sparkle. She had a tasteful triple
strand of freshwater pearls around her neck. I found out over
the next couple of days that she was 58-years old. I never
found out what she did for a living. She had never been
married and lived alone in Pasadena.
She invited me to visit her home one day to see her
collection of books. I drove to her home the next day at the
appointed time. I arrived right on time. It was in a nice
neighborhood of old homes that looked like they were built a
long time ago. She told me that it was built by the designers
Green and Green. It was a ranch style with a low roof and
shake shingles on the walls and the porch pillars were
supported on native rock bases and rock fireplace chimney.
The brickwork had scattered rocks and misshapen bricks called
clinkers in it to break up the pattern. The windows were framed
with stained glass panels. I loved the warm feel of the period
furniture. She was very proud of her home. Telling me that it
had been in her family from the time it was built. It had been
restored a few years ago and all the original light fixtures had
been reconditioned and hung.
She took me through the house explaining what
everything was. You can't believe how quiet the pocket door to
the dinning-room slide into the wall. The wood was so old
inside that it looked almost black. The hard wood floors were
highly polished and area Persian rugs in rich colors added to the
beauty of the home. The light filtering into the rooms through
the colored glass played on the walls and furniture.
We went into her library that was filled with the smell of
old books that were well used. Her desk was as old as the
house and the writing surface was in red leather with a brass
light and a Tiffany lamp on it. A lounging chair was against the
wall with a matching lamp next to the right arm.
She got down her favorite book and we sat on the chair to
read the book. As we were reading a very erotic passage I felt
the warmth of her body next to me. I was almost wet between
my legs. I was even a little uncomfortable thinking that she
might be able to smell my sex over my perfume.
As she handed me the book to read out loud a few
passages I felt her hand on my arm. I struggled to read the
passage correctly with out my voice trembling as I felt her
breast against my arm.
She put her arm around my shoulders as I read. When I
kept reading her right hand moved from my arm to my ribs. It
was very hard to read as I felt her hand cup my right breast. I
stopped reading and turned my face to look at her eyes. She
leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth.
It was gentle kiss with just our lips touching. I could feel
her breath on my cheek. I lost control and returned the kiss
with all the passion I had ever felt. Her mouth opened and my
tongue was sucked into her mouth.
She was unbuttoning my blouse with her right hand. My
clothes seemed to melt away. For some reason I felt
comfortable sitting on this chair in the nude in front of her.
She stood up and removed her clothes. What can I say
about a woman her age in the nude? For the care she had given
her body it was sagging a little. Her breasts were losing the
fight with gravity. Her pubis was sparkly covered with graying
hair. Her tummy sagged a little too. But at that moment she
was the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes.
When she sat down she gathered me into her arms and
we kissed again. She moved me around onto her lap. She was
stroking my vagina as we kissed. When she was ready she sat
me under the lamp and knelt between my legs. When she
kissed my pussy I was beside myself. She took her time and by
the time I climaxed, I was in love with her. I returned her
kisses inch for inch. By the end of summer I was a confirmed
lesbian. When I returned home to go to college I was looking
for girls and women to share my love with.
Mom was sitting there listing to my story and was
rubbing herself through her dress. She was even moaning a
little. Then she started telling me about herself.
She told me that men hitting on her were a bore all her
life. Shortly after I was married to your father and was away on
company business a neighbor woman stopped by for coffee one
day. She was talking about what a lousy lover her husband
was. She told me that the only way she got off was to have her
pussy sucked. Then she went on to tell me that her husband
never did it to her.
I asked in all innocence, "What do you do?"
She told me in a confidential whisper, "I cruise the gay
bars for horny women."
I was shocked a little that she would tell me that. Then I
figured she told me because she wanted to play with me. The
more she talked the more the more I was getting excited. When
she was describing her sexual adventures I started rubbing my
pussy. She took my face in her hands and kissed my mouth. I
relaxed and let her probe my mouth with her tongue.
She led me to my own bedroom and she undressed me
and I undressed her. We spent the afternoon sucking each other
off. After that day I joined her in cruising the bars for women.
We would pick up groups at a time. The more time we had the
more we picked up.
As you were growing up I became more discreet. As you
pointed out men were always hitting on me. And if they were
pushy and their wives interested me I went out of my way to
seduce their wife. It amused me to think about them trying to
interest me in playing with them and I was visiting their wife
during the day and making them cum with my mouth.
I was sitting there rubbing my pussy as my mother was
telling me all about herself.
Mom told me that the one wife she really enjoyed
seducing was the wife of the Methodist minister. He was so
pious all the time, but when I had reason to visit him about the
loss of your Grandmother, he tried to feel me up.
His wife was the picture of a minister's wife. She
dressed very conservatively. Her arms were always covered
and you never saw any cleavage showing. She worked for all
the charitable organizations all the time.
After he made a pass at me I decided to seduce her at all
costs. I became her friend and helped her around the church.
When he had moved on to another wife in the congregation and
rumors were rampant that he was making it with her, I made a
move on his wife.
She sat down one day in a pew at the back of the church
and cried on my shoulder about her husband's weakness. She
confessed to me how much his infidelities hurt her.
I held her and let her cry it out on my shoulder. She told
me she knew that he had made a pass at me and she was
thankful that I had resisted him. I was reluctant to tell her why
because her religious beliefs might repulse her and cause her to
tell everyone about me.
To my surprise she kissed me on the mouth and placed
her hand on my breast. She told me that she had always been
drawn to women, but that she had also been brought up in a
household of ministers and had been encouraged to marry a
minister. When I told my father about my husband's
infidelities my father told me to stick by him and be a more
seductive wife. As if it was my fault that he was sleeping with
other women.
With that she cried all the harder. I felt that this was far
to public. Anyone could wonder in off the street. I stood her
up and led her to the vestment room behind the alter. The
shelves were filled with raiment's. The canvas laundry bag was
on the floor full of alter clothes, choir robes and vestments.
I took advantage of the bag and closed the door behind us
and locked it. I lay her on the bag. I joined her on the bag. I
gathered her into my arms and kissed her. She resisted my
attempt at putting my hand under her dress. She gave up when
my hand cupped her vagina.
When my fingers slipped under her panties she grabbed
my head by my ears and covered my face with wet kisses. She
was as anxious as me to get out of her clothes. We were in
such a hurry that we only wanted to expose each others erotic
parts. We had our dresses off our shoulders and bra's removed.
When it came to our panties we simply pulled them to one side
so that we could have access to each other's womanhood.
I mounted her head and lowered my pussy to her waiting
mouth as I inspected her vagina. She was surprised to find that
my pussy was shaved smooth and was soft. She commented
that my vagina looked like a little girls.
I asked her how she knew what they looked like,
knowing that she would blush. She never responded to my
rhetorical question. In my inspection of her womanhood I
found that she must not have ever shaved her pubis. Some of
the hairs would have measured several inches long if stretched
out. It was a tangle of dark hair. The smell was very heady.
She only had the smell of Dial soap on her body. I doubted that
she ever used perfume.
When I put my mouth over her mound she was moaning
like a school girl over a movie star. I muffled her with my own
pussy. When we came to a climax we were both thinking that
someone could try and enter the room any moment. We had
been foolish in doing it right here, but it was deliciously wicked
too.
We dressed and went across the street to the park to talk.
She had no regrets about what we had done. She wanted to do
it again as soon as possible. We became the best of friends.
After months of us meeting in private for our clandestine
meetings I introduced her to some of the women in the
neighborhood that I had seduced and the women's club became
one member stronger.
As she was finishing her story I turned towards her and
kissed her. We stripped off each others clothes at this point. It
was such a mind numbing thrill to know that I was about to
make love to the most important woman in my life. I ran my
mouth all over her body breasts, belly and round ass. Mom's
breasts tasted so good I was moaning into them with my
pleasure.
I worked my way around until we were in a 69 position
with me on top. I thought I was going to faint when I felt Mom
make her tongue into a point and stuff my hole with it.
I was signing out, "More...More...More Momma!"
"Taste Momma too, Darling" She said softly with her hot
breath on my pussy.
My mother's pussy smelled of her spicy flowery bath
salts and her rich womanly odor. I French kissed her hole with
my tongue rapidly with my tongue tip. She screamed out my
name.
"Eat me, Emma Jo my baby, Eat Momma's pussy."
She burrowed her face in between my legs and pulled my
ass-cheeks apart with her fingers. Her tongue darted against my
clitoris like the hammering of a woodpecker until I had a long
mind blowing orgasm. I told her I was coming, but the words
were lost in the depths of her pussy.
I don't know how long we supped at each other's cunt on
that motel bed but when I felt her sweaty thighs clamp around
my head I felt like I had graduated from more than college. We
talked about what we would do. "We can stay together as long
as you want Emma Jo. I don't have a special lover right now."
Mom said.
"You've got me if you want me Mom", I said as I sucked
a nipple and ran my hand over her tummy.
"Oh, darling, I am so happy to hear that!" Momma said.
"Are you as horny as I am tonight?"
"Horner if anything is possible!" I said. "I doubt that I
will sleep tonight."
We decided to spend the night telling each other about
our love life between sucking each other off. It was my turn to
start.
I told her about my room mate for the past four years.
Mindy and I had been assigned the same room our freshman
year. I was attracted to her from the first day but was afraid to
make a pass at her. We shared every thing, hair curlers house
slippers, lipstick and clothes for the first few months.
When the winder storms rolled into our college
community, I found out that Mindy was deathly afraid of the
thunder. When the room lit up from the lighting Mindy was in
my bed before the second thunder lap.
She got under the covers behind me with her back to the
wall. She was physically shaking from fear against my body.
It felt nice to feel her nude body against my back and her hand
on my arm. Her warm breath was on my neck. I finally drifted
off to sleep.
Then I slowly returned to cautiousness from my sleep.
Mindy was still pressed against my back. It was her left hand
that was cupping my left breast that was waking me up. I felt
her reach between our bodies and knew that she was putting her
hand between her legs, even if I could not see her actions. I
could tell by the increased pressure on my butt that she was
finger fucking her cunt. I continued to pretend that I was
asleep. I slowly reached for my own pussy and slowly inserted
my finger into my gash. Only my finger moved as I stroked the
wetness of my clitoris.
Mindy's hand moved faster and her breathing grew more
rapid. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me. I stroked
myself faster and let out a soft moan. Mindy froze. I moved
slightly and covered her hand on my breast before she could
remove it.
"It is all right. I understand your feelings and share them.
Go ahead and play with both of them!"
She began to caress my breast again and her right hand
began to move faster between us. I began to move my own
hand faster between my legs. There was no pretense of trying
to hide what I was doing. I had the bed rocking to the rhythm
of my frigging finger.
Mindy began to kiss the back of my neck and moved her
breasts against my back. She whimpered and then gave a long
moan as her body went rigid. She gasped and then a minute
later she went limp with a deep sigh.
I turned around as I rolled over to face her. We wrapped
our arms around each other in a tight embrace. I took hold of
her hand and guided it to my mound. She let out a gasp as I
covered her mound with my hand too.
With our tongues intertwined we ran our hands up and
down the wetness of each other's gash. We both felt shocks of
electricity as our fingers touched each other's clitoris.
When we climaxed again, we told each other that we had
desired each other for months but were afraid what the other
would think. We told each other that we felt even more
strongly about each other now. That is why we never asked for
another room mate or looked for another room for the four
years.
That said Mom rolled me over and pulled the cheeks of
my ass apart and pressed her face against the valley and probed
the dark hole with her tongue. I was clawing the bed sheets
with my fingernails in response to having my mother's tongue
in my anus. When I climaxed this time I lost control and
squired out a little pee. I tied to hold it long enough to get up
and head for the bathroom to let lose with a long stream of pee.
When I returned to the bed Mom was sitting up in bed
lighting a cigarette. I didn't even know that she smoked. She
took a deep breath and inhaled deeply then let smoke roll out of
her nose before she blew smoke towards the ceiling.
Next it was her turn. I lay between her legs and kissed
her pussy as she told me her next story.
Mom went on to tell me about her card club. How she
seduced each member of the club then inviting them to start a
card club as an excuse to meet and spend half the day making
love to each other. Oh we played cards for real it was just that
the rummy had to serve drinks to the other three with snakes.
When requested she had to get under the card table and suck the
cunts of the other three if requested.
The losers of the game had to be the sex slaves of the
winners until a new game was started. The minister's wife was
one of the best slaves I ever had. You know the banker's wife
didn't you?
She was another conquest of mine because her husband
was always flirting with me. He thought I should be impressed
with his power. The fool never knew that after talking to him
that I would go right to his home and suck his wife's pussy until
she would cum all over my face.
The last member of our card club was the local librarian.
She had an underserved reputation of being a cold fish. Every
man in town that tried to flirt with her came away convinced
that she was fridge. She was just too good looking to not have
a boyfriend. In our circle we knew that she was the sexiest
lesbians in town.
As Mom was telling be about the real nature of her card
club I was sucking on her clitoris like a baby trying to get mike
from a tit. I got her to cum before the end of her story by
clamping my mouth one her cunt at the same time I pushed two
fingers into her asshole.
The sun was coming up when we were cuddling next to
each other as we discussed the idea that I would have our doctor
fertilize me artificially so that I could give her the grand-
daughters she wanted.
I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your
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