Date: Fri, 8 May 2015 02:23:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club 27 (lesban/adult youth, oral, anal, F/Ff, f/F, F.f)

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/Ff,  f/F, F.f

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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    Mother Daughter Exchange Club 27
                  By
                 Jan

      Everything changed between my daughter, Diane,
and me the day she came into the kitchen and
announced, "MOM YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME
TO MEET MRS. BROOKS AND HER DAUGHTER
THIS FRIDAY!"

      I said, "Slow down, what are you talking about?"

      "I have been chatting with a woman I met on-line.
Mrs. Brooks and her daughter are about our age, and
she is a widow too.  I would like to have us meet then
this Friday to get to know them!"

      I reluctantly agreed to date them.  Diane was
really animated about the date.  She even told me
that she had programed the address into my car's
navigation system.  She even insisted on me wearing
my little black cocktail dress.  So I did take the
effort to dress appropriately.  Diane dresses a lot
more mature than her 15-years of age.  She put on
her own cocktail dress, and high heels.  I hardly
noticed she tossed her book bag in the back seat
before getting into the car.

      The Brooks family lived in a nice section of the
suburbs on a tree lined street.  The canopy of the
trees made the street like a green tunnel as we
approached our destination.  The house was a nice
craftsman set back from the street.  It was obvious
that the house and yard were well groomed by
professionals.  I parked the car on the driveway and
we made our way to the front door, and rang the bell.

      I was impressed with the blonde headed woman
that answered the door.  She was about 35-years old.
Her body looked as fit as a 20-year-olds.  She
flashed a very white toothy smile as she extended
her hand in greeting.  She said, "You must be Diane's
mother!  You look too young to have a teenaged
daughter.  Just call me Angie, Honey!"

      She gave both of us hugs and she even kissed
Diane on the mouth.  She led us into the parlor and
we were met by a teenager entering from another
part of the house.  She had on a party dress that was
covered by an apron.  She wiped her hands on it
before shaking hands with the two of us.

      Angie introduced us to her daughter as Alice and
we changed hugs and cheeks.  They took us on a tour
of the house that duly impressed us with their home.
The last room we visited was the kitchen/dining area.

      Alice had obviously been helping prepare dinner
for the four of us.  We enjoyed a delicious dinner and
delightful conversation.  I learned a lot about them.
Our lives ran very close parallels.  We even lost or
husbands to illnesses about the same time.

      When we had finished eating, as Alice gathered
up the dishes and put them into the dishwasher,
Angie picked up a couple of long stemmed wine
glasses and a full bottle of red wine, and led Diane
and me back to the family room.  I had brought my
own glass with me.  She handed one glass to Diane and
we settled down on a sectional couch.  Diane and I
were sitting next to each other and Angie was sitting
in the other portion of the couch.  She set about
filling our glasses with a generous amount of wine.
We picked up our conversation where we had left off.

      Alice eventually joined us, and had brought along
her glass and a freshly opened bottle of red wine.
She sat down next to her mother and joined the
conversation.  Angie quickly began to monopolize
Diane's conversation.  Alice was also addressing her
conversation tone.  At one point Angie suggested that
she show Diane her collection of antique dolls.

      As she stood up she took Diane's hand and pulled
her to her feet and led her away.  That left the
space where she had been sitting vacant, and Alice
moved over to sit next to me, and continued our
conversation.

      At some point I became aware that Angie and
Diane had been gone longer than I would have
suspected that would keep my daughter's interest at
looking at her doll collection.  I suggested that maybe
we should join her mother.

     Alice chucked, "I don't think we would be welcome
spectators!"

     "What are you saying?"

      "Your daughter and my mother are probably doing
more than swapping spit by now."

      "What are you suggesting?"

      "Didn't Diane tell you that my mother and I
belong to a 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club' and
they are probably having sex, in her bedroom, at this
moment." She said.

      Her revelation was over whelming.  I sat back
stunned.  Alice reached for my hand, "I'm sorry that
you didn't know why she wanted you to come here
tonight, because I wanted to meet you very much."

      Her hand was running up my arm, sending chills
through my body.  I have to admit that I found this
teenager very sexy.

      "I'm no prude.  I even had experimented with
lesbian sex with girlfriends in my undergraduate
days.  I had given that up when I got married.  I was
also aware that Diane had experimented with her
girlfriends while in her bedroom.  I never made a fuss
about it, because I assumed she would settle down
and find some guy she wanted to settle down with.  I
never suspected that she was taking lesbianism
seriously."

      "Are you telling me that you were planning on
spending the weekend with me?"

      Alice chuckled, "I have a bag packed for a two
day stay."  As she said that she placed her hand on
my left tit and gave it a little squeeze.

     I felt completely out of control.  I was confused.
I sat there thinking about what Diane had gotten me
into, and did I want to go along with her plans.  I was
mad at her for pulling such a stunt.  How dare her
assume that I would go along with her plans to
exchange daughters without even asking.  It dawned
on me that Alice might be lying about what was going
on.  I figured I better check on Diane anyway, so I
slipped off my heels and stood up, and made my way
down the hall to the master bedroom.

      Alice must have thought I was heading for her
bedroom when I took my heels off, so she slipped off
her heels and followed me.  Only I continued down
the hall to the door of the master bedroom.  When I
tested the door it opened quietly.  When I peeked in
I was shocked to see what was going on.  I wouldn't
have believed it if I hadn't seen it.

      My nose was assailed by the aroma of hot pussies.
There was Angie lying naked on top of her bed, with
my naked Diane on top of her.  There was no doubt
that my daughter was the aggressive partner in this
act.  My daughter was performing a 69 act of oral
sex on the woman.  She was clinging to the thighs of
Angie while she licked and sucked on her pussy, and
she was humping her own pussy against Angie's face.
With the opening of the door Diane looked up and
gave me a smile with her face covered with the slimy
juice of Angie.

      Alice was standing behind me, and her hands were
resting on my hips.  I had seen all I cared to see, so I
backed out of the doorway and closed the door.  Alice
and I made our way back to the family room.  I
collapsed on the couch and sat there with my eyes
closed.  I was picturing the sight of my daughter's
naked body on top of a woman old enough to be her
mother.  There was no doubt that she was enjoying
sucking the cunt of the woman.

      Alice sat next to me with her thigh pressed
against my thigh.  I was so engrossed in my thoughts
that I hardly noticed her until I felt her hand on my
right tit.  That brought me back to reality.  I
grabbed her hand and told her, "You shouldn't be
doing this!"

      In response she leaned over and kissed me on the
mouth.  It took me a moment before I surrendered to
my own desires, and I placed my hand on her breast.
While I was feeling her tit, she placed her hand on
the inside of my thigh.  The touch of her hand caused
my muscles to tremor, and her hand slid up my thigh
to the warm crotch of my panties.  It was my turn to
place my hand on her thigh and run my hand up her
leg.  I expected to find warm panties, but my hand
found her little tangle of pubic hair.  Her young
vagina was a little puffy mound.  The labia minor were
still tucked away between the labia major.  My index
finger sought out and found her little clitoris.  When
I started diddling it, she let out a satisfied moan.
Then Alice took the initiative to stand up, pulled me
to my feet, and led me to her bed room.

      As we entered her bedroom we both heard some
very interesting conversations coming from her
mother's bedroom.  It was obvious that my daughter
was pleasing Angie from the string of obscenities
extoling Diane's abilities with her tongue.  It was
strangely erotic hearing that nasty language.  I
couldn't get in Alice's bedroom quick enough.

      I started undoing the back of her party dress.
When she stepped out of it she only had on self-
supporting nylons and practically new red pumps.  She
turned to face me with hands on her hips
provocatively.  I admired her figure only the young
can look so supple.  Her breasts were firm pointed
cones with puffy little areolas, and she sported a
trimmed little triangle of dark pubic hair.  She helped
me out of my clothes.  From the expression on her
face she must have liked what she saw.

      She led me to her bed and we settled down to
enjoy each other.  Alice was a very skilled lover.  She
kissed, sucked and pulled on my nipples until they
hurt, but I loved it.  When she went down on my
pussy it was thrilling.  She didn't stop until I was
screaming, "Oh, my GAWD, I can't stop cumming."

      While I was in the throes of my orgasm the
bedroom door opened and in came Angie and Diane
with their arms wrapped around each other.

      Angie sat on the bed next to us and told me that
she had met Diane on the web and they had arranged
for us to get together.  We can talk about you joining
our "Mother Daughter Exchange Club in the future,
for now why don't the two of you get dressed and you
can take Alice home with you for the weekend.

      Alice and I did get dressed, but Alice insisted on
me not putting my panties back on, because she
wanted to masturbate me on the ride home.  She had
already packed a bag containing her personal hygiene
items and what few clothes she planned on wearing,
just in case we wanted to go out for dinner or
something.

      Angie and Diane didn't bother getting dressed as
they kissed us at the door and sent us off.  While I
was driving home Alice reached over the center
console and pulled up my dress, so that she could
stroke my pussy.  I was in a constant state of arousal
all the way home.  DAMN, I was so horny I couldn't
get her in the house quick enough.

      As soon as we closed the door and Alice dropped
her bag we started hugging and kissing, as we peeled
each other's clothes off.  I led her to my bedroom
and we fell on top of the bed.  I was sucking her
pussy like I felt like I was a horny teenager again.
There was a point when we even got dressed and went
out to dinner just because we wanted to flirt with
each other in public.

      Sunday morning when we woke up Alice told me all
about how she had discovered that she liked sex with
girls and discovered that her mother's friends were
more than just friends.  She told me that when she
was a Brownie her fellow Brownies would get together
and taught each other the pleasures of mutual
masturbation and eventually oral sex.  Her mother
had always been close to her women friends.  After
my father died, her friends were even closer.  They
would spend the night with Mom.  I began to suspect
what was going on.  One night I slipped into her
bedroom and crawled into bed between them.  They
were both naked, and I could smell their pussies.  I
wound up sucking both of them off that night.

      One of her friends introduced us to the "Mother
Daughter Exchange Club."  We met several other
mothers and daughters through the club.  Mom met
your daughter in a chat room.  She met with her at a
coffee house and taught her the interworking of the
club.  A new mother and daughter have to be invited
to join.  The group does not appear on any social
groups, and even if a hacker were to gain entry the
conversations appear to me nothing more that the
exchange of family recipes for cooking.  Key words
carry the true meaning of the message.  Statements
like old oral family recipes, is in fact stating a
preference for oral sex.  Preparing a bird for baking
is seducing a girl.  The use of colors of food refers to
the race of the couple.

      Alice even got on my computer and opened a
request already sent to my e-mail address giving me a
request to join the group.  She activated my
membership for me.  She set up my page that
described me and Diane in such a way that let other
members know about us.  She simply posted a
message introducing us to the club and stating the
type of recipes we were interested in sharing.

      As soon a she posted the profile there were
three messages from members that wanted to
exchange pleasantries and speculate about when we
could get together to exchanges recipes.  I assured
them that I would get back to them soon.

      When Angie brought Diane home we had dinner
together and casually complimented each other on our
daughters.  We kissed each other as they prepared
to leave.  I wanted to have a talk with Angie, so I
insisted on her sitting down with me to discuss what
brought her to this point.

      Diane told me all about Alice and how they
discovered that they both loved all forms of oral sex
with each other.  When she met Angie she was
attracted to her instantly.  They enjoined sex with
her mother and eventually they brought up the
subject of the club, and suggested than we might like
to become members.

      We soon were enjoying the company of several
other mothers and daughters.  It was a new and
exciting adventure that I hoped would never end.




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