Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 15:58:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holly Caught Her mother (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, F/FF

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman
and her mother and friend.  If this type of content
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read it.

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            Holly Caught Her Mother
                      By
                     Jan

	My name is Holly, and I am of Scottish descent.
I have a thick head of dark brown hair that is
cropped into a pageboy.  I have to admit that I am a
little overweight, but I still think my figure is
attractive enough.  I am 28-years-old, and my mother
is 48-years-old.  We resemble each other a lot.

	About two and a half months ago I noticed that
she was starting to wear revealing clothes around the
house.  She would often wear a thin blouse without a
bra, so that I could see her breasts through the
material.  I also noticed that she would enter my
room when I would get home from work and be
changing clothes.  One evening while I was admiring
myself in my full length mirror I noticed my mother
standing in the doorway, rubbing her crotch while
watching me.  I found the prospect very erotic that
my mother was interested in me sexually.

	I started deliberately parading my naked body
around the house from the bathroom to my room, in
an effort to tease my mother.  I started selecting
sexier items of clothing to stimulate her.  The other
night I heard her get home from work shortly after
6:00 pm.  I had deliberately left my bedroom door
partly ajar.  I had selected a black garter belt, black
seamless stockings, four inch black pumps, and
nothing else.  I made a big show of bending over
straightening the stockings, while watching my
mother in the mirror.  I got the desired reaction,
because she stood there rubbing her crotch through
her work dress.

	She eventually moved on down the hall to her
bedroom, to change clothes.  I gave her a few
minutes before following her to her room.  When I
opened her door, I was greeted by the sight of my
mother stripped down to just her panties and bra,
lying on top of her bed.  She was feverishly rubbing
the dark shadow under her panties.  I witnessed her
pulling her panties aside so that she could stab her
fingers into her wet pussy.

	As I pushed the door open to enter her room,
the hinge squeaked.  Mother's eyes opened and looked
at me.  It was almost comical the way she tried to
cover up her pussy, like a little girl caught
masturbating by her mother.  Her voice broke as she
said, "Honey...you shouldn't have come into my room
unannounced!"

	I had to chuckle, "Why should I, you have been
spying on me for a while!"

	I moved across the room and sat on the side of
her bed.  I reached over and pulled her bra down to
expose her tit.  Mom does have nice breasts.  Her
areolas are pretty large and almost brown colored.
Mom halfheartedly tried to remove my hand from her
tit.  She almost cried as she said, "Honey...I have
been dreaming about having sex with you!"

	I leaned over her head, so close I could smell
her breath as I said, "I have had wet panties ever
since I figured out that you were deliberately spying
on me while I was changing clothes.

	Mom said, "I know how wet you have been
because I have been taking your soiled panties out of
the clothes hamper to smell the crotch."

	"You have been a naughty girl!" as I slapped the
palm of my hand on her exposed crotch.  I also bent
over and took that big nipple into my mouth.  My hand
was still resting on her pussy.

	Mom placed her hands on either side of my head
to pull my head up so that she could kiss me.  We
licked each other's lips and tongue before we engaged
in a long tongue kiss, like a couple of teenage lovers.
She was just as interested in sucking on my tits.  I
breast fed her from my tit like she was a baby.  I
eventually mounted her head to give her a chance to
taste my pussy, while I held her pink panties aside to
get at her pussy too.  We spent a long time sucking
each other's pussy.  It was thrilling for me.  Mother
was making all kinds of animal sounds while she lapped
at my pussy.  While she was lapping at my pussy she
spread the cheeks of my butt with her hands.  I felt
her tickling my asshole with a fingertip.  It startled
me when she forced her finger deep into my asshole.
I let out a deep throated moan, and returned to
sucking on her pussy.  Feeling her finger fucking my
asshole inspired me to seek out her asshole too.

	I reached around her full thighs with both arms
and used my hands to spread her butt.  I could smell
her asshole, and it was almost sweet to me.  There
was something so erotic about the dark coloration
around her asshole.  I stuck my finger into her
asshole, and listened to my mother moaning and
exclaiming how much she loved me for finger fucking
her.  After some time she rolled us over and made me
kneel crossways on the bed, because she wanted to
play with my ass.

	Mom stood by the side of the bed, as she
spread my butt open.  I could feel her breathing on
my butt.  She licked my vulva up towards my asshole.
When she reached my tightly clinched asshole she
poked at it with the tip of her tongue.  I would have
never suspected that my mother would be so
fascinated with anal sex.  We spent the night sucking
assholes, pussies, and breasts, we fell asleep in each
other' arms, only to wake up and start all over again.
We were so exhausted by morning that both of us
called in sick.

	Eventually our bladders forced us to get up to
relieve ourselves.  We cleaned up, and put on robes to
make breakfast.  We talked about our new
relationship.  We agreed that I would move into her
bedroom.  As much as I professed my love for her,
she insisted that I also date other women my age.
She assured me that she loved me, and would be
pleased to join me dating other women.

	She was being very pragmatic about our
relationship as much as we loved each other she felt
that it would be wise for me to have a girlfriend my
age.  She realized that if I became solely attached to
her, I would be devastated when the time came that
she would pass away.  I was reluctant to do as she
wished, but did start to think about her desire.

	I work as a teller in a local bank.  Most of the
women in the bank are married and spend their free
time talking about their children.  The young ones
that come and go spend their time talking about
prospective males.  There was only one other woman
that was like myself.  She was a slender woman,
named Lisa that came across as shy, and didn't talk
about herself.

	One evening when we were closing out our trays
to leave for home I asked her if she would like to join
me for a drink at a local cocktail lounge.  Normally I
exited through the front door to catch the local bus
home, while she went out the back door to the public
parking lot where she always parked her old Honda
Civic.  When she agreed we both went out the back
door, and walked past a couple of other businesses to
the back door of a cocktail lounge.

	There were not many patrons, because most
people were rushing home.  There was an old man
sitting at the bar, sipping a draft beer.  There were a
couple of men in a booth talking about business, I
guess.

	I really didn't know anything about mixed
drinks.  When the bartender asked me what I would
like, I simply said vodka.  Lisa said, "Make that, two
vodka, sevens, with a twist of lime."  While he mixed
the drinks we slid into a secluded booth in the back.

	As soon as the bartender came around the end
of the bar to deliver our drinks, Lisa asked me,
"What did you want to talk to me about?"

	I was reluctant to get to the point.  "I want to
make friends with you.  I don't have anything in
common with the married woman, and the young girls
are boring when they carry on about the men they
date.  You and I don't get involved in office gossip, so
I was hoping that we might have more in common."

	Lisa blushed, so I suspected that she was as shy
as me.  I really didn't know how to even bring up the
subject of sex.  I knew she was not married, but
didn't know if she lived alone or had some other living
arrangement.  I figured that I better tell her more
about myself.  "I guess I should tell you that my
mother and I live together.  There are just the two
of us.  Mom insists that I should have friends my own
age.  She feels that it is not healthy for me to be so
attached to her."

	Lisa said, "I live alone, my family live in the
Midwest.  I have never been very sociable.  Men scare
me, they are so aggressive.  I did date a couple of
men, but they both raped me.  I never told anyone
about what they did to me.  That was why I moved
away from home."

	I said, "I never cared about the company of men
myself.  I never thought much about sex at all.  When
I felt the desire I simply masturbated.  For years I
did it maybe once a month, but for the past couple of
years I have been plagued with an overwhelming
desire, so I have been masturbating almost every
night."

	Lisa looked embarrassed about the subject, but
she eventually said, "I don't normally like to talk
about such things, but I sometimes masturbate
myself!"

	I asked, "Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

	Lisa looked me in the eyes at that point, "I don't
like to talk about such things, but I guess I can tell
you about myself.  When I was a teenager a neighbor
woman befriended me, and taught me how to make
love to her.  She was so possessive that I had to get
away from her.  That was why I moved to the west
coast.  I have avoided all personal contact with
anyone out here."

	There was a moment of uncomfortable quiet
before she thought to ask, "Have you ever had sex
with a woman?"

	I was reluctant to admit my new relationship
with my mother, but I felt that I had to tell her the
truth, "Oh...there was the normal childhood mutual
exploration with girls my age as a child, but I never
saw myself as a sexual person, until recently.  I
happened to see my mother in my bedroom mirror
while she was watching me change clothes, and she
was rubbing her crotch.  After that I confronted her
when I heard her masturbating in her bedroom.  We
have been sleeping together for a couple of months
now."

	Lisa took a little time to absorb the revelation
that I was talking about my incestuous relationship
with my mother.  "Your mother wants you to find a
woman your age to build a lasting relationship with?"

	"Yes...that is why I asked you to join me for a
drink."

	Lisa smiled, "What do we do now?"

	I was not sure what to say at that point, she
sounded like she was willing to contemplate a sexual
relationship with me.  "Would you like to meet my
mother?"

	Lisa finally said, "I guess so, my car is out back,
at least we don't have to take the bus."

	We finished our drinks and made our way out
the backdoor.  We made our way to her white car.  It
was not the top of the line, at least there was a
radio, so we didn't have to make the trip to my house
in silence.  I directed her to my home.

	When Mom met Lisa, she was thrilled to meet
my coworker.  We had a light dinner together, and
engaged in a conversation where we learned a lot
about each other.  When we finished eating and
cleared the table, we put loaded the dishwasher
before adjourning to the living room to continue our
discussion.  There was no false modesty between us.
We felt comfortable discussing our most personal
stories.  We eventually got around to the subject of
our sexual relationships.

	Lisa volunteered to tell us her story of sexual
awakening.  She told us that she remembers the
normal childhood mutual exploration of the bodies of
the local neighborhood children, but she was a
teenager when she became friends with a spinster
woman near her parent's home.  The woman had a
magnificent flower garden, and spent a lot of time
working in her yard.  She began to help the woman
work in the garden.  One day they had both gotten
very sweaty and dirty, so the woman invited her to
take a shower with her.  Lisa described how the
woman showered with her and washed her body.
During her washing her body the woman ended up
masturbating her until she had a strong cum.  They
ended up in her bed and they masturbated each
other.  On following occasions the woman introduced
her to oral sex.  Their relationship lasted until Lisa
graduated and moved west to get away from her
disapproving family.  As a result of her revelation,
mother felt that she should tell her own story.

	Mother had never discussed her sex life with
me before, so I was fascinated to listen to her tell
her story.  Mom said that she had also played those
childhood sexual games with her cousins and siblings.
As she reached puberty she developed a very close
relationship with her best friend.  They indulged in
mutual masturbation regularly.  When they started
dating boys they preferred to double date, that way
they could control their dates.  They engaged in a lot
of petting with the boys, but never allowing the boys
to go beyond feeling their breasts.  When they would
get home the two of them would masturbate each
other and even suck each other's pussies.  It was not
until she grew bold enough to actually seek out an
experienced lesbian woman that she found out what
sex between women was really like.  She had heard
her mother and her neighborhood friends discussing
a woman on the block reputed to be a lesbian.  My
mother recounted how she worked up the nerve to
knock on the woman's door one night.

	When the woman answered the door she was not
pleased when she saw her.  She demanded to know
why she was knocking on her door.  Mother said that
she was frightened of the woman, but worked up the
nerve to say that she wanted to know her better.
The woman's face softened, so you want to know the
resident dyke better, do you?  Mother shook her
head in the positive response.

	The woman stepped back allowing her to enter,
as the woman checked to see if anyone was watching.
When she was satisfied there was no one watching
she closed the door.  She showed Mother to the living
room and asked her if she would like a coke or would
she like coffee.  Mother wanted to appear older, so
she opted for coffee.  The woman left her alone while
she went to the kitchen to get a couple of cups of
coffee.

	Mom described what the room looked like.  It
pretty much looked like any one of the living rooms in
the neighborhood, except there were two sketches
framed on opposite walls one behind the couch and
the other one over the television.  They were
portraits of two dark haired women done in charcoal,
ocher, and while chalk.  In each portrait, one seated
nicely rounded woman was in full frontal nudity, with
the second female with her head resting on the thigh
of the first turned so that her naked body was fully
exposed.  In the picture over the TV the reclining
woman was actually sucking on the breast of the
seated woman.  She was sure the rumors about this
woman were true.

	The woman asked if she wanted sugar and or
flavored non-dairy creamer.  Mom took both.  The
woman sat down on the couch close enough that Mom
could smell the floral fragrance of her body.  As they
took their first sip of the coffee, the woman placed
her arm around Mother's shoulders.  She asked, "I
take it the good ladies around here have told you that
I am a nasty old dyke, and you came here to find out
if it's true."

	Mother said she was so embarrassed by her
bold statement that all she was capable of doing was
to nod her head.  The woman smiled, sat her coffee
down and lifted Mother's head as she kissed her on
the mouth.  She woman was very bold and kissed her
more like the boys she had dated.  When Mother
didn't object she placed a hand on her breast and
squeezed it firmly.  The woman stuck her hand inside
Mother's dress and felt her tit.  While she continued
kissing her the woman removed her hand and placed it
on Mother's thigh.  Mom only gasped when the
woman's hand reached her wet panties.  The woman
took her to her bedroom and undressed her before
she removed her own clothes.  The woman did
everything that she had done with her girlfriends,
but she didn't stop with just mutual pussy sucking.
This woman tongue fucked her asshole and sat on her
face, forcing her to eat pussy and lick asshole.  By
the time the woman was satisfied with her seduction,
she did allow Mother to get dressed and walk home.
Mom said that she never forgot that woman.

	Marriage had not worked out for her, but she
had wanted to influence me.  She had always wanted
to seduce me, but had refrained.  She just couldn't
resist masturbating when she saw me getting
undressed.

	While Mother had been telling her story, I had
felt my pussy tingling and knew that my panties were
sopping wet.  When I looked at Lisa, she was rubbing
her crotch through her dress.  I knew she was as
horny as I was.  Mother also observed what we were
doing, so she interrupted her story long enough to
suggest that we retire to her bedroom.

	We got up and followed her into her bedroom.  I
always liked the smell of her bedroom because it
smelled of her body powder and perfume.  Mother
insisted on undressing both of us.  I was as
fascinated as mother to see what Lisa looked like
naked.  Her breasts sagged a little, causing her
areolas to elongate into an egg shape.  Her nipples
were not very large either.  Her pubic bush was not
very thin and she did not trim it.  Hairs were visible
sticking out beyond the leg openings of her panties.
The most interesting thing about her pussy was the
fact that the stiff ridge leading to her hooded clit
was protruding beyond the opening of her pussy.  I
could envision her clit being stimulated on her panties
just from walking.  After Mother removed my clothes
it was our turn to remove her clothes.



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