Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 11:53:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club 12 (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, g/g, F/Fg, F/g..F...)
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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women and their daughters. If
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Mother Daughter Exchange Club 12
By
Jan
My parents named me Lisa. I think I was a pretty
normal girl. We lived in an average low end middle class
neighborhood. My first exposure to sex was the casual games
children play, like doctor, you show me yours and I'll show you
mine.
My best friend, Carol, and I were as close as two girls
could be. We were both blondes, but we also bleached our
hair until it was platinum. When we got into high school we
became cheerleaders. We did our best to date all of the
football and basketball players. We earned the reputation as
pretty loose girls. We would let most guys get to second
base, as they say. But we only let a few go all the way. We
also amused ourselves having sex with each other. We
thought most guys were clumsy when it came to sex.
When we made the cheerleading squad we were
subjected to a hazing that required us to go from bar to bar
and sing bawdy drinking songs. There were some drunks that
tried to make passes at us, but most of them took it good-
naturedly. As we were making our way from bar to bar we
eventually entered a bar that turned out to be a lesbian joint.
It took us a moment to realize that everyone in the place was
female. Some of them were dressed more like men, even to
the haircuts. We sang out songs to the roars of take it off,
just like the other bars, only these were all female voices.
When we left the place we got a good laugh about the lesbian
bar, but we were also titillated by the idea of finding a
lesbian bar.
Several times during the next week we talked about
the bar. We eventually got the idea that it would be fun to go
back to the bar, and see if we could get picked up by a couple
of dykes.
We got our hands on fake ID's. Only a fool would think
we were twenty two year olds though. We got dressed up as
maturely as we could, and were very nervous about entering
the bar on a late Saturday night. We didn't have a clue what
to do, so we sat together at the bar, and ordered
screwdrivers. Not wanting to look too out of place we didn't
look around too much, besides we could see most of the place
in the mirror behind the bar. While we were working on our
second drink I noticed a couple of women sitting in a booth
behind us.
I was struck by two things, they looked like 40-year-old
women that could have been our mothers, but they were
dressed as men down to the haircuts. They were full figured
women of course. The dark haired one caught my eye in the
mirror, and smiled at me. I shyly averted my eyes for a
moment. I nudged Carol and directed her attention to the
women in the mirror. When we looked in the mirror the two
of them flashed us warm smiles. We responded with a shy
smile.
With that the two of them slid out of the booth and
approached us. The dark haired one was behind me and the
light brown haired one was behind Carol. They placed their
hands on our hips and placed their mouths next to our ears as
they asked us, "Would the two of you sweet things like to join
us for a drink?"
We looked at each other before we turned around and
allowed them to usher us to their booth. They bought us a
couple more drinks, which was just about our limit before
drunkenness. They said that they had not seen us around
before, but would love to show us a good time. They damned
well knew we were not old enough to be in the bar, so the dark
haired one said, "Girls, I suggest we get out of here before
someone checks your ID's."
We said as boldly as possible, "Sure!"
As soon as we were outdoors in the cool damp night air
we felt the chill through our thin dresses. The two women
ushered us to a car parked in the little strip mall parking lot.
Part of the thrill of dating unknown older women was the
aspect of danger. They introduced themselves. The dark
haired one was Elizabeth, and the light brown haired one was
Harriet. Harriet took Carol by the hand and got in the back
seat of the Ford Fiesta. I made my way to the passenger side
of the car and got in as Elizabeth held the door for me.
After putting the key in the car and starting it she
rested her hand on my thigh for a moment before putting the
car in gear. They took us to an old home that looked out of
place among all of the apartments on the street. When we
entered the place they turned on some lights, but they were
subdued. The living room was filled with a soft yellow glow
that cast shadows on the walls. They led us to a sectional
couch, where Carol was placed between the legs of Harriet.
Elizabeth sat down at the far end of the couch and placed me
between her legs. They had their arms wrapped around our
shoulders, as they kissed our necks.
I felt Elizabeth's hand grasping my breasts, and I
witnessed Harriet stuffing her big hand inside Carol's dress
to paw at her breasts. I found it very erotic to watch my
best friend being felt up by a woman that must have weighed
175 pounds. Harriet wrapped her thick legs around Carol's
waist and rested her heels between Carol's legs and spread
them at the same time she rubbed her heel against Carol's
crotch. Elizabeth was just as busy giving my 34-B breasts a
workout too.
She turned my head so that she could kiss me on the
mouth. She definitely let me know she was in charge. She
sucked on my tongue and even bit it just a little. She started
removing my clothes skillfully. I had deliberately selected the
sexiest undergarments. The bra was made of mauve nylon so
that everything was visible through it. My nipples were as
hard as rocks. My panties were a thong so small that they
would hardly cover the vulva of a ten-year-old. Carol and I
both shaved our pussies to prevent a stray hair being seen
when we do leg kicks. When Elizabeth stuck her hand in my
damp thong she found not even any stubble. She used her
fingers to masturbate my hooded clit until I was moaning and
breathing hard. Carol was naked before me.
I had seen her naked body many a time but got more
excited watching an older woman with big meaty hands playing
with her breasts and rubbing her pussy vigorously. Elizabeth
was kissing me so passionately than I closed my eyes, and just
enjoyed the moment. When she broke the kiss I opened my
eyes and looked into hers for a moment, before looking at
what Carol and Harriet were doing.
Harriet was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch
between Carol's legs. She was sucking on Carol's pussy, while
clinging to Carol's breasts. It was almost as exciting to watch
them as it was to have Elizabeth feeling me up. Elizabeth was
soon between my legs worshiping my pussy. She skillfully
brought me to an earth shattering climax that left me spent.
Elizabeth got up and sat back down next to me and
cuddled me lovingly. I felt so much warmth in her arms that I
had to return her love. It was erotic kissing her mouth
because her face was covered with my pussy juice and smelled
of my cunt. I unbuttoned her sports shirt, exposing her
massively large braless breasts. I pressed my face in those
soft pillows while sucking on her nipple.
When I started fumbling with the buttons of her jeans,
Elizabeth arched her back and helped me unfasten her pants.
We struggled to pull down her tight fitting pants along with
her large comfortable panties. Her vulva was covered with
dark untrimmed pubic hair. I was on my knees struggling to
free her feet from the pants, so close to her crotch that I
could smell the strong odor of her pussy. My mouth was
watering in anticipation of tasting her pussy.
Her butt was right on the edge of the couch, so that I
could also see her asshole. She was chubby enough that her
vulva hid her labia completely. I used my hands to part her
pussy and took hold of her labia and spread them so that I
could see her clitoris and vagina. I stuck out my tongue and
swabbed her crotch from asshole to her hooded clit. I buried
my face in her wet cunt, while eating for all I was worth.
By the time we were both sated we retreated to the
bedroom where we cuddled before going to sleep. We did
suck pussies the next morning before getting dressed so that
they could take us home. Elizabeth gave me her phone
number.
I visited her, without Carol, a few times the remainder
of the year. I still had a romantic desire to marry and have a
normal family. When the quarterback of the football team
showed an interest in me I thought I was in love. After he
graduated he went on to a local community college. As soon as
he graduated he proposed marriage to me. Our families made
sure we had a large wedding. The only thing they couldn't do
was ensure that we would not struggle financially.
I had to work just to keep our heads above water.
Unfortunately our birth control efforts failed. When I had to
stop working we got so deep in debt that we would never get
our head above water. The arguments became unbearable.
The only good thing to come out of our brief marriage was our
daughter, Linda.
When I got my divorce Carol moved in with us. We
were like a married couple. Linda grew up calling her "Auntie
Carol." We were affectionate with each other, but never did
anything inappropriate in front of Linda. As a child when she
didn't feel well she would make her way into our bed, but she
made so much noise coming to our bedroom that we always
heard her, and separated before she came into our room.
We often discussed if and when we should tell Linda
about our relationship. We figured that she would eventually
come to us with questions. We didn't overreact when we
caught her experimenting with her playmates, as children will
do. The truth came out when she was a budding thirteen-
year-old in the eighth grade. Carol and I were proud of what
an attractive young lady Linda was developing into. The boys
were noticing her too. They were coming over, hoping that
she would select them as her boyfriend. We didn't allow her
to date yet, but she did go to the movies with groups of her
friends both male and female. She also had a strong
attachment for one of her teachers.
Ms. Cooper was in her first year of teaching after
graduating from a private university. She was no more than
23-years-old. She was attractive but no raving beauty. Of
course that would not stop every adolescent boy in her class
from developing a crush on her. We had even met her mother
on a couple of occasions, and found her to be a very personable
woman. If anything she was better looking than her daughter.
Carol and I suspected that Ms. Cooper might be a
lesbian, but didn't mention our feeling to either of them. As
long as they were in public settings we figured that she
wouldn't make a pass at our daughter.
One evening while the three of us were watching a sit-
com on the TV, Linda asked us, "Mom, are you and Auntie Carol
lesbians?"
Carol and I exchanged looks before I answered the
question, with a question, "Why would you ask?"
Linda nervously said, "Ms Cooper thinks that you are."
"Interesting, why would you be discussing such a thing
with her?"
Ms Cooper and I were talking after school today about
dating boys. I told her that I didn't have a boyfriend and
didn't particularly care to have one. She asked me if I had a
special girlfriend. I told her that I had a few. She asked me
if we kissed and felt each other up. That was when I
understood that she was asking me if I had sex with my
girlfriends. Linda blushed innocently as she made that
statement.
She continued with her story. I admitted that we did
have sex sometimes. (We had not suspected that Linda was
sexually active.)
Carol recovered first and asked, "Did Ms Cooper touch
you in your private areas, honey?"
Linda blushed even more, if possible, "No!"
Carol asked, "Let us know if she ever does anything
more than talk about sex?"
Linda nodded her agreement to her request.
Nothing more was said about the subject at that time.
It wasn't until I was shopping for groceries at the local super
market that I happened to run into Ms Cooper and her
mother, while they were shopping too. There was no doubt
about the woman being Ms Cooper's mother, because Ms
Cooper looked so much like her. When Ms Cooper introduced
er mother to me, and explained that I was the mother of one
of her students, named Linda. Mrs. Cooper's eyes light up, as
she took my hand and shook it vigorously. We talked about
school and my daughter for a moment before parting ways.
When I was working my way down the laundry detergent aisle
I heard the sound of leather sole shoes coming up behind me,
I turned to look and it was Mrs. Cooper. She approached me
quickly and took me in her arms to give me a big bear hug,
which took me by surprise.
She said, "Marcie has been telling me all about how
much she loved your daughter. (I had never heard the name of
Ms Cooper before.) I hope I'm not out of place when I tell
you that we belong to a 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club,' and
we would like to invite you to come to a party this weekend."
I looked her in the eyes and asked, "What is a Mother
Daughter Exchange Club?"
She flashed me a warm smile, "We have a group of
mothers and daughters that get together now and then to
party for a few hours before we exchange daughters for a
weekend."
I did have to be hit with a hammer to catch on to the
fact that she was talking about a lesbian exchange club.
When I caught on to what she was talking about I felt my
panties getting wet. She must have seen how turned on I was,
because she stood so close that we were touching before she
placed the palm of her hand right on my crotch and squeezed
my cunt. I felt my knees give way, and had to catch myself by
grasping the handle of my shopping cart. She handed me a
business card and told me to give her a call if I was
interested.
I stood there sweating as I watched her walk away. It took
me a moment before I recovered, and looked at the business
card. It simply read, Marguerite Cooper MDEC and an
address and phone number. I studied it for a moment before
stuffing it into my bra. I finished doing my shopping in a
daze.
As soon as I got home I told Carol all about my
encounter with Marcie and Marguerite Cooper at the super
market. I could tell by the look on Carol's face that she was
intrigued by the idea of meeting a group of women willing to
share their daughters with other women. We smiled at each
other because we knew we wanted to do it.
When Linda got home we sat her down and asked her if
she would like to go to a party at Marcie and Marguerite
Cooper's home where there would be a bunch of mothers and
daughters getting together before exchanging daughters for
the weekend. There was a moment that Linda didn't
understand the implications before she broke out in a big
smile. The three of us hugged and giggled like school girls,
before I put my phone on speaker and dialed the number on
the business card. As soon as Marguerite answered the phone
I told her that the three of us would love to come to the
party. I introduced her to Carol and Linda. There were a few
words exchanged before she allowed me to write down the
directions and time of the party.
As soon as I hung up there was a lot of excitement as
we discussed what to expect. The party was going to take
place that Friday night, so we had a couple of evenings to
educate Linda in the ways to please older women. For the
next couple of days we took her to bed with us. She may have
kissed the pussies of a few of her girlfriends, but she had
never had two adult women teaching her about all of the ways
we could please each other orally and anally. We even tit
fucked her. We introduced her to face sitting too.
When she got home from school on Friday evening, she
was very excited about the prospect of going to the party,
and told us how hard it was to sit there in the classroom
looking at Marcie without masturbating. We took a lot of
time selecting what we were going to wear to the party and
taking baths. We masturbated each other in the tub just to
take the edge off.
Linda wanted to dress up very maturely, but Carol and I
convinced her that she would get a lot more attention
dressing like a Catholic school girl. We selected saddle
oxfords shoes, white knee socks, a short pleated skirt in the
McGregor tartan, white blouse with a gray tie, blue blazer
with a crest on the breast pocket. We put her hair in a
ponytail. We also selected her underwear that would never
pass nuns inspection. The bra was simply a thin nude nylon
thing that allowed her nipples to show through, and her
panties were a thong that ran right up the crack of her butt.
Carol and I selected something we thought would be
appropriate for the party.
We selected black platform high heeled pumps. We
didn't want to look cheap, so we selected dark nude nylons with
black garter belts. We both selected dainty see through hip
hugger panties, black bras that allowed our nipples to be seen.
We both selected simple black sheath dresses with shoulder
straps and swooping boat tops allowing plenty of cleavage to
be seen. I selected a couple of strings of black pearls that
settled between my breasts. Carol selected gold chain with a
heavy jewel to settle in between her tits too. Carol brushed
out her hair to allow the hair to rest on her shoulders, while I
put my hair in a tight French roll. All three of us were as
nervous as girls going to our first prom.
When we arrived at the address on the business card
we were struck by a couple of things; the house was set deep
off of the rural road among a thick growth of trees that
almost hid the Tutor house from the road. The wrought-iron-
gate required being buzzed in. A voice asked if they could
help us. Carol said that we were guests of Mrs. Cooper. The
gate swung open allowing us to drive through and it closed
behind us, as we drove up the gravel driveway to the white
house with dark wooden visible framing capped with a slate
roof.
We parked our car next to a row of cars under some
trees. We listened to the crunch of the gravel as we made
our way to the entrance of the house. When we rang the bell
we were greeted by an attractive black woman dressed in a
black and white maid's uniform. She took our coats and
directed us to the patio where everyone was gathering. The
maid deposited our coats and purses in a library to the right
of the door. We passed an indoor aviary with several Macaws
and Cockatoos. We passed through several large airy rooms
before we reached the sliding glass doors leading to a
manicured garden patio. There were a number of women and a
variety of girls clustered in groups talking while enjoying
canapés and drinks. We were approached by Marguerite and
Marcie right away. Marcie immediately hugged Linda.
Marguerite slipped her arm around my waist as she waited for
me to introduce Carol.
I was struck by the way Marguerite was dressed. She
had on a thin white summer shift that was so thin that
everyone could make out the dark shadows of her areolas and
pubic hair. There was no doubt that she had nothing on under
the dress. She didn't even have nylons on. Her feet were
encased in open toed sandals with three inch heels. She didn't
need any jewelry to get in the way of her stunning figure.
After I introduced Carol, I had to comment on the
beauty of her home. Marguerite simply said, "I married well.
I was just a girl when I married the head of a law firm. He
was over seventy when Marcie was born. Smoking five cigars
a day led to lung cancer before she started school. Marcie
has always had a thing for girls the age of Linda, so she got
her teaching credentials just to be with girls her age."
She introduced us to the party goers and saw to it that
we filled our plates. I was struck by the variety of women and
girls at the party. Some of them did look like the country
club set, but there were also women that looked like working
class dykes. Some of the girls were Goth looking, tattoos,
spiked hair, and clothes that looked like it came from a war
surplus store. They were not segregated groups though.
There were well dressed women gathered around the Goth
girls talking to them, and the dykes dressed like truck drivers
were gathered around the preppy girls. The maid saw to it
that glasses were not empty long. The maid also endured the
groping hands of guests good-naturedly.
As the evening wore on the groups broke into pairs and
threes. There was a lot of kissing and feeling going on.
Marguerite called for everyone's attention as she announced
that it was time for all of the ladies to deposit their keys
into her silver chalice. I dropped my car keys in the bowl as
the maid passed, and Carol also dropped her keys in the bowl.
The maid placed a lid on the bowl and shook it up. As she
passed among the teenagers she held the bowl high enough
that the girls could not see the interior of the bowl. When
she came to Linda she didn't allow her to select a key, because
she simply handed her a key ring. There were almost twice as
many girls as there were women, so the younger girls were
allowed to approach any adult they wanted. The adults were
allowed to identify their key rings, and kiss the girl holding
their keys. Slowly the crowd thinned out as women escorted
their prizes to their cars.
Marcie had Linda all to herself. Marguerite pulled Carol
and me aside and invited us to spend the weekend as their
guests. Marguerite had two sweet looking teenagers in tow.
Carol's keys had been drawn by one of the Goth girls about
nineteen and one of the extra young girls had selected her. I
would suspect that she was no more that twelve-years-old.
There was a sweet looking preppy girl that had drawn my keys
and another youngster had singled me out, so the three of us
had a couple of girls each. I was interested in watching what
Marcie was doing with Linda.
I hardly noticed as my two girls pulled my tits over the
top of my dress to play with them and suckle on my nipples. I
watched Marcie undress Linda very lovingly. She had on silk
lounging pajamas that sported large buttons down the front.
Linda couldn't resist unbuttoning the pajamas, and I heard
Linda say, "I have been dreaming about this moment all week.
I fantasized about what your breasts and pussy would look
like. I never would have pictured just how lovely your pussy
would be."
Marcie kissed her passionately, as I witnessed her
licking Linda's body all over. She not only licked her breasts
and pussy, she spent a lot of time licking Linda's asshole. I
smiled to myself as I imagined that Linda was happy we spent
so much time bathing.
My girls had unzipped the back of my dress and freed
my breasts. The younger one struggled with pulling down my
thong, so I arched my back against the couch to help her.
When she freed the thong of my heels she went to work
sucking on my hairy pussy. The Goth girl had removed her
clothes. I was fascinated by her body art. She not only had
tattoos on her arms, she had huge tattoos on her body. She
had a winged Pegasus on her left hip and bat winged gargoyle
on her right hip. Her back was covered with a winged angel.
Her vulva had a red tattoo of a heart with up turned wings
spreading from the edge of her legs. She also had nipple
piercings and had three rings on each side of her labia.
Normally I would have been repulsed by the sight of any girl
that had mutilated her body like that, but at this moment she
had one of my nipples in her mouth, and the younger girl had
her mouth attached to my pussy. I surrendered to their
desires. I quivered like a leaf in the wind as I had my first
climax. The Goth girl stood on the couch, straddling my body
and grabbed two hands full of my hair as she ground her pussy
against my mouth. I was looking at those wings while sucking
on the red heart covering her hairless pussy. At that moment
the younger girl stuck her tongue into my asshole. I had my
second cum for the evening.
I pleaded with the girls to let me rest for awhile. The
Goth girl retrieved a cigarette from her leather jacket and
lit up. She filled her lungs and blew the smoke towards the
ceiling. The younger girl sat on the floor between my legs
with her chin resting on my hairy vulva.
I sat there watching Marguerite feeling up one of her
girls while eating the pussy of the younger one. Carol was
definitely enjoying tongue fucking one girl while the other girl
was eating her pussy while clinging to her tits. Watching all
of the sexual activity inspired me to start finger fucking
both of my girls. I had to pull the younger one up to sit next
to me. The Goth girl continued smoking while I finger fucked
her. Her casual attitude about sex was just so decadent.
This time while I positioned the younger girl so that I could
tongue fuck her pussy and asshole the Goth girl spread my ass
and tongue fucked my asshole.
We eventually changed partners, so that Marguerite
would get a taste of Linda too. Marcie couldn't get enough of
Linda, so Carol and I had to satisfy three girls each. We
eventually could not keep that up and we made our way to the
guest bedrooms. It was very comforting to sleep in a tangle
of naked bodies.
In the morning the maid brought us coffee and sweet
rolls before we bathed and got dressed. Our clothes were
carefully laid out for us. I felt a little pang of guilt as we
gathered in the dining room for breakfast, but that was short
lived. We casually discussed future parties before we made
arrangements to deliver the girls to their homes. The three
of us dropped off a couple of girls before returning home.
We were now full fledged member of the Mother
Daughter Exchange Club, with all of the privileges that
entailed.
I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would
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