Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 17:57:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club 28 (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/f, f/FFF

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/f, f/FFF

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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      Mother Daughter Exchange Club 28
                    By
                   Jan

      My family was fortunate enough to live a very
comfortable life in a suburb outside of Dallas, Texas.
My parents both had college degrees; Father is an
ambitious financial consultant, and Mother is a civil
engineer for the Dallas Power and Light Company.  I
enjoy the life of a carefree school girl.

      My parents named me after my matrilineal
grandmother Mae, a very lovable Dutch woman that
lived for her family and cooking for them.

      I had a number of close friends in the
neighborhood and school.  I was casual friends with
another blonde girl in our neighborhood, named Lynn.
She was a year older than me, so she was a
sophomore in high school and I was a freshman. We
didn't have any classes together, but we both
belonged to the campus art club.  Lynn's family was
similar to mine.  Her father was a successful
insurance executive, and her mother was a very
successful commercial and high end real-estate
broker.

      Lynn's parent's marriage was falling apart at the
time.  Her father couldn't resist moving to the
Maryland home office, and her mother was not about
to give up her own business career.  Hell, the sale of a
large commercial property could give her as much as a
million dollar commission.  For her the sale of
domestic property was just as a favor for her
country club friends.  Her tax consultant was able to
use the tax laws to average out her annual income for
tax reasons.

      My mother started playing tennis with a woman at
the country club.  They apparently became close
friends.  One day Mother told me about her new
friend, named Deloris Harris, and asked me if I knew
her daughter Lynn.  At first I didn't recognize the
name until I put the family name together with Lynn
Harris.  I instantly told Mom that we were in the
school art club.  Mother wanted me to join them at
the club to play doubles tennis with them.

      The minute I put the name together with the girl
of the art club I pictured in my mind the time our art
teacher had taken the club on a field trip to the art
gallery in Dallas.  After a short time I had an urge to
pee, so I went looking for a ladies room.  I came to a
door that looked like it might lead to the bathrooms.
I was about to open the door, when I looked through
the small window in the door, and saw Lynn and the
art teacher leaning against the wall of the hall.  They
were in a very tight embrace, and they were kissing
each other on the mouth.  It shocked me to see them
groping each other's bodies, so I moved away, and
continued looking for a bathroom.  While sitting on
the toilet I couldn't get the picture of them kissing
out of my mind.  I had no idea that the teacher was a
lesbian or that Lynn was having sex with her!  They
didn't seem to be all that close when the club met.

      I told Mother, "Yes, I know Lynn Harris; we are in
the art club at school!"

      She beamed, "So would you like to join us for
tennis?"

      I didn't know if I should tell my mother that the
daughter of her new friend was a lesbian or not.  I
chose not to say anything about it, but I did agree to
join them.

      Mom was very excited that I was joining them
and she drove us to the club that afternoon.  We met
them in the lobby, Mother introduced me to Deloris,
and before Deloris could introduce her daughter to
me, Lynn embraced me, and exclaimed that we knew
each other.  I was embarrassed, thinking about the
time I had seen her in the embrace of our teacher.

      We went to the dressing room to change into
tennis shorts.  I was a little uncomfortable about
undressing in front of unfamiliar women, and
especially knowing that Lynn was a lesbian.  We played
tennis for more than an hour and worked up a good
sweat.  As nervous as it made me to shower with
them, I couldn't help taking a good look at her and
her mother naked.

      While we had been playing tennis I had been
wondering what Lynn really looked like naked.  I
hadn't paid much attention while changing clothes
because I was so self-conscious.  In the shower I was
able to appreciate Lynn's figure.  She did have a good
shape.  Her breasts were firm, round mounds that
didn't need a brassiere at all.  Her nipples were
sticking straight out in front of her body like pointing
fingers.  It was obvious that she was a natural blonde
because her pubic hair was a platinum color.  She had
dancer's legs.  I also noticed that her feet had nice
looking toes that were painted red.

     I'm sure I blushed when I realized what I was
thinking.  I also took a good look at her mother.

	Deloris was a little taller than the three of us,
but she still had a figure good enough to be a
professional model.  She was also a natural blonde
too.  Her hair was professionally styled and lacquered
to high heaven.  She was very careful not to get any
water on her hair under the shower.  Her breasts
sagged a little bit, causing her areolas to look like an
egg shaped oval and her nipples were as big as the tip
of a baby's finger.  I also noticed that her labia minor
and clitoris protruded out of her camels toe pussy.
When I noticed that they were looking right at me I
couldn't divert my eyes fast enough to keep them
from being aware that I had been looking at their
bodies.

      I quickly exited the shower room and was busily
drying my body when the three of them entered the
locker room.  I was in such a hurry that I didn't dry
completely.  When I put on my clothes they clung to
my body and the water soaked through.  I was
dressed before my mother and her friends, so I had
to wait for them.

      We went to the club restaurant to have lunch
together.  While we were eating Deloris suggested
that Lynn go home with my mother and for me to
accompany her to her home.  Lynn was excited at the
suggestion, and my mother was also pleased with the
idea.  She added that we could get to know each
other much better that way.  I couldn't very well
refuse her suggestion without telling my mother that
Lynn was a lesbian, so I figured Mother could handle
herself if Lynn made a pass at her.

      Deloris ushered me to her car and I kissed my
mother before she led Lynn to our car.  It was a
short drive to Deloris's home.  It was something right
out of Architectural American magazine.  She was
rightfully proud of her home as she showed me
around.

      She told me about how she had bought the home
and spent a fortune restoring and furnishing it.  She
enquired about school, the art club, and if I was
involved with any other activities at school.  I found
myself telling her all about everything I was involved
in.  I wondered if she knew that her daughter was in
love with our art teacher.

      I asked, "Lynn is very close to Miss Backus, isn't
she?"

      Deloris smiled sardonically, "Lynn does have a
strong attachment to her teacher.  She often visits
Miss Backus, and Miss Backus visits us here."

      I wondered if she actually knew just how close
they were.

      We spent the whole evening talking.  She was a
very interesting person to talk with.  Her knowledge
about so many things was extensive.  It was an
education listening to her talk about historical
events, as well as music, movies, and such.

      Come bedtime, Deloris said that she hated for us
to interrupt our conversation, so she suggested that
we spend the night talking in her room.  In her room
she provided me with one of her nightgowns.  It was a
sexy thing that was transparent.  I felt very naked in
it.  Deloris was not shy about undressing in front of
me.  Her nightgown was just as revealing.

      We spent a lot of time sitting on the bed cross
legged talking to each other.  I finally had to ask, "Do
you know that Lynn is in love with Miss Backus?"

      Deloris smiled, "How do you know that she is in
love with the teacher?"

      "When our art club took a field trip to the gallery
I went looking for a bathroom and happened to look
through a hall door window, and saw Lynn and Miss
Backus kissing and feeling each other up!"

      Deloris said, "I knew about them from the first
time Lynn brought her home for dinner.  The only
thing you don't understand is that Lynn just loves sex.
Right now she is probably in bed with your mother.  If
your mother had any objections we would have
received a phone call by now."

     The thought that my mother was probably having
sex with Lynn right at that moment was disturbing to
me.  I suddenly became aware of the odor of Deloris.
I recognized the odor of my own pussy, and realized
that my pussy was leaking pussy juice.  I understood
for the first time that I actually was horny, and that
Deloris was the one turning me on.

      Deloris must have recognized the change in my
demeanor.  She reached out and placed her hand on
my bare arm and stroked it.  I sat there without
knowing what to do.  When Deloris placed her right
hand on my left tit I almost pissed.  She used her
left hand on my right shoulder and pulled me close
enough to be able to kiss me on the mouth.

      I opened my mouth to say something, but before
I could formulate a statement, she stuck her tongue
into my mouth.  It was almost more than I could
understand, but I surrendered to her lust.

      She managed to pull the nightgown out from
under my butt and over my head.  Her next move was
to pull the front of her nightgown down in front to
expose both of her breasts, and she placed both of
my hands on her breasts.  I marveled at how soft
they felt in my hands.  She pulled my head down at
the same time she lifted her left tit up for me to
suck on the nipple.  It felt so natural sucking on the
nipple, with my nose pressed against the flesh of her
tit.  While I was nursing Deloris was rubbing my own
moist pubic hair.  She stopped short of bringing me
to an orgasm.

      I started to plead with her to not stop, but she
gently pushed me backwards onto her bed.  I had to
uncross my legs because they were uncomfortable
when I was lying on my back.  Deloris crouched over
me and rested her hands on my thighs and blew her
cool breath against my pubic hair.  It made my clit
tingle.  No one had ever kissed my pussy before, but
the prospect of this handsome woman sucking my
pussy was enough to make me almost cum when her
mouth actually touched my pussy.  I was visualizing
Lynn doing the same thing to my mother.  That was
enough to bring on an unstoppable orgasm.  I almost
passed out when the orgasm flooded every nerve of
my body.  All I could do was lie back and feel my lungs
fill with air and my chest fall as I exhaled.

      Deloris laid her body next to mine and allowed me
to rest my head on her arm.  We kissed as if we were
afraid something would interrupt us.  I wondered if I
would be able to suck her pussy the way she had done
to me.  I had never done anything like that before.
Just the same when Deloris placed her hands on my
shoulders and applied pressure, I didn't resist.  I
allowed her to push me down her body until I was
looking at her pussy.  I had never seen a woman with a
clitoris as large as hers before but I was able to take
it into my mouth and suck on it like one of her nipples.
I must have been doing something right, because
Deloris was moaning and saying all kinds of nasty
things.  We rested in each other's arms after she had
an orgasm.

      Deloris had more to teach me about sex.  She
rolled me up like a ball, so that my knees were almost
beside my ears.  My butt was up in the air.  She blew
air into my asshole, and that made my asshole pucker
uncontrollably.  Then Deloris spit into my asshole
before licking my asshole.  I couldn't believe anyone
would actually enjoy licking another person's asshole.
She stuck her tongue into my gaping hole.  I don't
know if it was my open pussy juice or her spittle
dripping through my pubic hair.  Just when I thought
I had experienced everything, she introduced me to
more.

      She took a couple of life like dildos from her
bedside table.  One of them had an electrical cord
attached to it.  At the other end was a battery pack
that allowed her to adjust the speed of the vibrating
penis-like rubber tube.  The second dildo had a
scrotum at the base and it was stuffed through the
opening in a leather harness to be attached to
someone's hips.

      Deloris took my virginity with the strap-on dildo,
after she had stuffed the vibrating dildo up my ass.
After I recovered from the pain of having it stuffed
in me I couldn't control the orgasms that came in
wave after wave.  This time I did pass out.

      We were still asleep in the morning when Lynn and
my mother let themselves in.  When they opened the
bedroom door it woke us up.  We were still in a naked
embrace.  I could smell the fragrant odor of Deloris's
pussy all over my face, and was sure the room smelled
of the odor of our cunts.

      Lynn and Mother chose to sit on either side of
the bed.  Mom placed her hand on Deloris's shoulder
as she leaned over to kiss her on the mouth.  Lynn
placed her hand on my pussy as she leaned over to
kiss me on the mouth.  We were soon in a virtual daisy
chain of mouths on pussies.  We didn't stop until each
of us had several orgasms.

      Hunger eventually drove us to think about food.
We showered, but the four of us had no desire to
cook, so we got dressed and drove into town to
Mother's favorite restaurant and consumed a large
amount of food.  We were in no hurry to leave, so we
consumed a lot of coffee and pastry.  Have sated our
ravenous hunger we slowly returned to the house.  We
lounged around like over fed cats.

      Lynn and I listened as our mothers told their
stories of their early childhoods and loves lost.  They
both admitted to love affairs with girlfriends, and
they had both had short affairs with older women.
In Deloris's case it was a beloved aunt, and my
mother had fallen in love with the mother of her best
friend.

      Deloris told Mother and me that she and Lynn
were members of the 'Mother Daughter Exchange
Club.'  She explained that the club had members all
over the world.  There were probably hundreds of
members within a forty mile radius of Dallas.

      Listening to her describing how they often made
dates with other mothers and daughters to exchange
daughters for an evening of sex seemed so unnatural
at the same time so erotic.

      At the first opportunity that Lynn and I were out
of ear shot of our mothers, she mentioned, "Mother
told me you saw me making out with Miss Backus.
Miss Backus is only 26-years-old and unmarried.  She
has no female children of her own to exchange with
other mothers in the club, so there are three of us in
the art club that are happy to act as her surrogate
daughter for the purposes of dating other mothers
and daughters.  I was confirming that I had made a
date with a mother and daughter that my mother and
I had dated several times, and I happened to like the
mother very much, and the daughter was sure to
please Miss Backus immensely."

      Her frankness about her relationship with our
teacher was refreshingly surprising.

      On Monday I couldn't take my eyes off of Miss
Backus during my introduction to art class.  She was a
very attractive young woman behind her black plastic
glasses.  Her dark hair framed an oval face.  She had
a good figure that she didn't show off while teaching
a bunch of horny teenaged boys.  I was looking
forward to the art club meeting after school.

      I was curious who the other two girls in the club
were.  She had finished reading our reports on our
fieldtrip, and was discussing what she liked about our
reports, and mentioning things about the art work we
failed to observe.  She had a slide show to accent her
points.  After the meeting the members of the club
made their exits, until there were just five of us in
the classroom.  There was Miss Backus, Lynn, a senior
named Sue, a junior named Mary, and myself.

      Lynn told Miss Backus that she and her mother
had introduced my mother and me to the exchange
club over the weekend.

     Miss Backus smiled at me, "We usually continue
our little group meeting at my house, because the
school grounds would be a little too conspicuous.  If
you care to join us, Sue would be happy to drive you
to my house!"

      Sue approached us and stood behind Lynn and me.
I felt her hand on my ass, as she assured Miss Backus
that she would be happy to have me join them in her
car.  Lynn explained to me in the car that Miss Backus
couldn't be seen driving any students, so we always
meet her at her home.

      Miss Backus lived in a post-war neighborhood,
probably built just after World War II, when the
houses had alleys behind the properties.  Sue parked
next to some trash cans in the space alongside the
garage that opened onto the alley.  The four of us
entered the backyard through the gate.  It all
seemed a little silly to be so secretive about entering
the home of our teacher.

      Miss Backus was already home and welcomed us
with hugs and kisses.  She was very interested in
welcoming me to their little group.  She insisted on
having me call my mother to give her an excuse for
not coming right home.  I used my cell-phone to call
Mom and I told her that Lynn and I were at Miss
Backus's home, and suggested that she might enjoy
coming over.  Miss Backus gave my mother the
address.

      While the other three girls were making
themselves comfortable, Miss Backus took me on a
tour of her home.  It ended in her bedroom.  The
walls that didn't have furniture had oil paintings on
them, and they were erotic nudes of attractive young
women.  I recognize one of them was a nude of Lynn
and she was reclining on a recliner with a finger in her
pussy.  While I was admiring the painting, Miss
Backus was standing behind me.

      I felt her body pressing against my back, as she
reached around my body to place her left hand on my
left breast and her right hand on the crotch of my
skirt.  She bent over and kissed me on the side of my
neck.  In the past four days I had been introduced to
sex by my friend, her mother, and my own mother.
Now I was about to have sex with my art teacher.

      She turned me round and kissed me on the mouth.
I returned her kiss, as she pulled me to her bed.  My
heart was pounding against my chest and my throat
was dry, as she started removing my clothes.  I didn't
know what I should do, should I help her or start
removing her clothes.  I opted to just stand there
and allow her to do it for me.  When I had to step out
of my panties, she rubbed my crotch as she placed me
on her bed.  I lied there as she started undressing
herself.

      Watching her undress was very exciting for me.
Underneath her typical attire she wore to school was
a nice athletic figure of a mature young woman.  She
had a slim figure with small breasts.  She had the
figure of a long distance runner.  She normally wore
her brown hair in a ponytail, and her crotch was
shaved clean.  After she rubbed her crotch she
joined me on the bed.  We had just started kissing
when the doorbell rang.

      We got up, and she gave me one of her T-shirts
to put on.  It barely covered my ass.  She put on a
dressing gown that did little to hide her attributes.
By the time we made it to the living room Lynn had
already answered the door, and introduced Sue and
Mary to my mother.

      Mother seemed to be very pleased to meet my
fellow students.  The only thing the three of them
had on was their panties.  Sue was a head taller than
the other girls with amazing 38-DD breasts.  She was
blonde and sexy enough to make any male or female
horny.  Mary was a dark haired girl with tawny skin.
Everything about her cried out KISS ME.

      Lynn kissed my mom and said, "Let's get you out
of these things!"  With that she started undressing
my mom.  While Lynn was unfastening Mom's dress I
introduced Miss Backus to my mother.

      Miss Backus sat in her favorite chair and pulled
me onto her lap while we watched the girls undress
my mother.  She was stroking my pussy and nibbling
on my neck.  I was feeling up my own breasts, while
watching my mother playing with Sue's tits while her
clothes were removed.

      Lynn was pretty much just watching now because
Sue and Mary were doing most of the work, so Miss
Backus said, "Lynn, honey you know where my toys
are, so why don't you go get them?"

      Lynn smiled, rushed off, and returned carrying a
pasteboard box.  It wasn't until she sat them down
that I got a look inside.  There were a variety of
dildos, butt plugs and vibrators in the box.  The girls
selected toys from the box and started working my
mother over.  Lynn took out a potato masher looking
rubber butt plug and stuffed it up Mother's ass.
Mary ate Mother's pussy long enough to get her wet
before strapping on another dildo and fucking her
with it.  Sue had selected a vibrator that she held
against mother's left tit while she sucked on the
other tit.

      Miss Backus had pulled the T-shirt up over the
top of my tits and was finger fucking me while
sucking on my breasts.

      When the girls had brought my mother to several
orgasms, we settled down to talk for a short while.
Miss Backus sat in her chair like a queen as she
watched the five of us changing partners.  I was just
as fascinated by Sue's breasts as my mother had
been.  I got to eat Mary's golden pussy while Mother
used a strap-on dildo to fuck Mary in the ass, and
Lynn was eating mine.

      The party lasted late into the night.  Sue took
the girls home, and Mom and I eventually went home
too.

      Between my classmates and the 'Mother Daughter
Exchange Club,' Mother and I had a very active sex
life from then on.



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