Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2016 20:57:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club 29 (lesbian/Incest, oral f/F, Ff/Ff...)

Warning:

Incest, oral anal, F/f. Ff/Ff

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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        Mother Daughter Exchange Club 29

                      By
                     Jan

      I was standing in front of the door of the home
of my daughter's friend, asking myself..."Why am I
knocking on the door of my daughter's friend."

     When the door opened I was stunned by the
maturity of the attractive young lady standing in
front of me.  Ashley is a dirty blonde with streaked
highlights, blue-green eyes, full lips, surprisingly
mature breasts for a girl so young.  She was only
about five-feet two in height, with the legs of a
dancer or a sprinter.  She was a very sexy look
teenager.

      Ashley looked startled, "Mrs. Campbell can I help
you?"  As she stepped back inviting me in with a wave
of her hand.  She escorted me into the family room
and guided me to the sectional couch, and sat next to
me.  She tucked her right leg under the left leg, so
that she was facing me.

      I sat there struggling with how to ask her the
question that was troubling me.  "Ashley, are you
sleeping with my daughter?"

      Ashley battered her eyes, "What makes you think
that I'm sleeping with Dianna?"

      "Dianna is spending all of her time here!   Is she
here now?"

      "She happens to be out with my mother!"

     "Why is she going out with your mother?"

      Ashley gave me an uncomfortable smile.  "Mom
and Dianna are visiting another mother and daughter
that are friends of theirs."

      "Mrs. Campbell...I'm not the one fucking your
daughter!  My mother and Dianna have been dating
each other for several months now!"

      "You're telling me that your mother and my
daughter are fucking each other?"

      "Yes!"

      "I have to apologies...I thought you were the one
fucking my daughter!"

      "I have fucked your daughter, but she prefers my
mother."

      "Wait a minute!  Why did you say they were
visiting another mother and daughter?"

      Ashley smiled, "They are exchanging daughters
for the afternoon."

      "What are you talking about?  Dianna is not your
mother's daughter!"

      "Mother and I belong to a group that is called the
"Mother and Daughters Exchange Club" and Mother
took Dianna in my place today.

      It stunned me for a moment as I struggled to
understand that my daughter was in a lesbian
relationship with her best friend and her mother.
Both of them were attractive.

      Ashley's mother's name was Elizabeth, and there
was no denying that Ashley is her daughter.  Her hair
is also a blonde with lighter highlights, blue-green
eyes.  Her face is fuller than her daughter's.  Lez
has a fuller body too, but the extra size only makes
her sexier.  She is five-feet six, 135 pounds, 36-DD,
24, 36, and long legs.  I envied her good looks myself,
but couldn't understand why my daughter would
prefer an older woman over her sexy daughter.

     Then I took a good look at Ashley, and found her
truly beautiful.  I place my hand on her knee and
slowly started running it up her inner thigh.  I held
my breath waiting for her to either object o mu
advances or accept them.

      Ashley smiled at me and leaned close enough that
I could smell her breath.  She must have just eaten
something with onions.  At the same time he kissed
me on the mouth my hand reached her crotch.  It only
took a few strokes to make her panties wet.  At first
I thought she had changed her mind when she stood
up, but she pulled me to my feet and led me to her
bedroom.  We took each other into our arms and
started kissing.  We stuck our tongues into each
other's mouths, while we placed our hands on each
other's butts.  It was a frantic race to remove each
other's clothes.  We fell across her bed, and I could
smell the fragrance of her perfumes and body odor
on her bedspread.

      I adored Ashley's the smell of her body as she lay
on top of me.  The feel of her warm flesh pressing
against my body was so erotic.  It had been years
since I had actually had sex with my college
roommate, but here I was kissing my daughter's
friend.  it was so natural to suck on her firm young
breasts.  It was Ashley that moved down my body and
buried her face in my pussy.

      When I was a young woman I shave my underarms
and pubis in an attempt to maintain my youthful
appearance, but as Dianna grew up vanity became less
important.  The divorce from her father left me
embittered against all men, so I stopped shaving my
pubic hair.  Now I regretted that, but Ashley seemed
to relish it.

      When she listed my arms over my head and saw
my hairy armpits she stuck her nose into my right
underarm and started smelling and licking my pit.
When she went down on me she stated kissing my
inner highs, switching from one thigh to the other.
She even commented, "I have never seen a woman
that had hair running down the inside of her thighs
like yours before.  She licked my pussy before she
spread open my cunt to get access to my clitoris and
vagina.  I couldn't believe how good she was at eating
pussy.  I would have been happy if it never ended, but
she had needs of her own.

      She turned around and sat on my face.  She rode
my face like a girl riding a horse English style, at the
same time she played with my breasts and pussy.  I
relished taste her shaved pussy.  She must have
shaved herself just hours before, because there was
not a trace of stubble.  When she had an orgasm we
rested in each other's arm for a long time.  When we
started all over again I took charge and made love to
her.

      I sucked on her firm tits and lord did I enjoy
spending a long time eating her pussy.  Ashley had a
strong orgasm that left her limp for several minutes.
When I remembered what it had been like to have
her sit on my face I couldn't resist doing it to her.  I
mounted her head and started rubbing my hairy all
over her face.  I smothered her with my cunt.  As
quickly as she turned her head to catch a breath I
was jerk her head back by her hair.  We were so
engrossed in our activities that we didn't hear the
door.

      The noise we were making must had drawn Dianna
and Ashley's mother to her bedroom.  They were
surprised to see me sitting on Ashley's face.  It only
took them a few moments to get over the shock.

     They came in and sat on the bed, while I allowed
Ashley to get up.  We sat there discussing what we
should do.  Ashley was the one that suggested that
Dianna and I join the 'Mother Daughter Exchange
Club.'  Her mother and Dianna were all for it.  I
hesitated before agreed.

      The arrangements were made for Dianna and I to
go to a party at the home of an affluent woman to be
introduced to the local chapter of the club.

     It was very exciting to buy a new cocktail dress
and get my hair done up.  It was like going to my first
prom, only my date was my own daughter.

      At the party we were the center of attraction.  I
never got a true count of the women and girls there.
Some of the women had more than one daughter.  My
best could was 25 adult women.  Our faces were
quickly covered with a variety of different colored
lipstick marks.  We could sit down because we were
surrounded by women and girls.  We told them our
story and listened to their stories.  Dianna and I were
being felt up constantly while we were being invited
for dates.  We couldn't keep track of all of the
propositions being made.

      I had to get away for a moment to think.  I
grabbed the arm of Ashley's mother and headed for
the back yard.  We took a walk through to flower
garden so that I could catch my breath.  Ashly's
mother told me that she would arrange the first
couple of dates, so that I could get acquainted with
the club.  I was grateful for her help.

      The first date she arranged was with the oldest
woman in the club.  It was at her home that our
introduction party was held at.  I assumed she was
the first date was with her because she was the
matriarch of the club.  Her name was Helen and she
was in her fifties and her daughter, Hazel was in her
thirties.  After the tour of the house Hazel took me
to her bedroom while Helen took Dianna to her
bedroom.

      Hazel and I were about the same age, but she was
very experienced when it came to making love to
other woman.  We spent the evening enjoying sucking
each other's breasts before we got around to sucking
pussies.  Hunger eventually forced us to make up put
on simple gowns and invade the kitchen larder for
something to eat.  We brewed coffee while we made
sandwiches along with liberated generous portions of
German potato salad.  We were just getting ready to
consume our meal when Dianna and Ashley's mother
entered the kitchen.

      They too had slipped on transparent gowns
before seeking out food to refuel their energy.  I was
interesting seeing my daughter almost nude and
Ashley's mother unable to keep her hands off my
daughter.  The woman ate her sandwich with one hand
and continued rubbing my daughter's pussy with the
other.  We returned the bedrooms for another
assignation before we had to end the date.

      The second date was with a couple close to our
ages.  The mother was the secretary for the club.
She explained that the dues paid for the girls in
white ball every May.  The girls that had joined the
club were presented to the club member.  She was a
gracious hostess, and was in a cocktail dress that
looked like her breasts were going to spill out at any
moment.  Her teenaged daughter, named Donetta,
was also dressed to the nines as well.  She was a
surprisingly mature teenager.  She was wearing a
cocktail dress that was just as revealing as her
mother's.

      Dianna and I had dressed appropriately as well.
Dianna was wearing a party dress that suited her age,
while I was wearing a cocktail dress, but not as
reveling as the dresses or hostesses were wearing.

      This was an interesting date, drinks were served
and we dance to seductive music.  I found the mother
to be an interesting woman to talk to we had things in
common.  The girls also were enjoying the date.
Eventually the woman took Dianna off to the master
bedroom while her daughter escorted me to her
bedroom.  The teenager quickly unfastened the back
of her dress and pulled it over her head.  She didn't
have anything on under the dress.  So she was
standing there in her nylons and high heels.  I must
say she was a delight to look at.   She was a natural
brunette basted on the color of her pubic hair.

      My cocktail dress was designed not to wear a
brassiere but I had on delicate black lace panties on
over my garter belt holding my best nylons and three
in heels.  After pulling the dress over my head I
posed for her before pulling down the panties,  I
allowed her to feel my pubic bush, and she asked me
to keep the belt and nylons on, so I had to do was
remove the pumps.

      It was thrilling to have oral sex with her, but she
introduced me to something I had never
contemplated before.  After we ate each other's
pussies she head me get on my knees with my head
resting on the beds headboard.  I thought she was
going to have me sit on her face, but instead she
placed her hands on my butt and spread my ass open
and before I knew it I felt her warm breath on my
asshole.  She licked me like she was starving and I
was her last meal.

      When it was over I apologized for the hair ringing
my asshole.  Donette giggled at least there were no
dingal berries.  Eventually we had to get dress.  I
assumed that Dianna and I would be leaving soon, but
Donetta took me by the arm and picked up an
overnight bag.

      "What's going on?"

      She smiled, "This is a mother daughter exchange
club, so Dianna is spending the weekend with my
mother, and I'm yours for the weekend."

      After I got used to the idea, we told her mother
and Dianna we were leaving.  There was some hugging
and kissing before we departed.  When we got home
we made ourselves at home.  The sex was almost none
stop for two days.  When her mother brought Dianna
home late Sunday evening we a little party where all
four of us had in front of each other's daughter in
front of each other.

      Dianna and I were thrilled to be members of the
club, and we were looking forward to her getting to
buy a while ball dress for the 'Gil's in White Ball' in
May.

      Mother and I had a great time selecting our ball
gowns.  Mother looked stunning in a strapless
burgundy colored velvet gown.  I selected a white
satin full length gown with three quarter sleeves.
Ashley and her mother drove us to the hotel that ball
was being held at.  Most of the hotel had been
reserved, and every mother and daughter had a
reserved room.  We checked out or room and made
last minute adjustments to our makeup.  We made our
way to the ball room a little early.

      There were 15 girls being presented and mist of
them arrived early.  At the time drew close the ball
room filled up with adult women and teenagers that
had been presented in years past.  Most of the adult
women were dressed in ball gowns or sexy cocktail
dresses.  The teenagers were mostly in cocktail
dresses, but there were a few adult women and
teenagers in drag.  Their hair was cropped in manly
style, and they had on male formal suits with bow ties
or business suits with conventional ties.

      There was a grand entrance of the president of
the chapter of the club followed by the supporting
staff.  The master at arms made a loud announcement
calling the 'Girls in White Ball' to order, and one by
one each mother and daughter was introduced to the
president of the club.  After the presentation there
was live music and a bar.

      There was dancing and the open bar.  I had a
dance card attached to my wrist and very quickly it
was filled by a variety of women and other teenagers.
Mother was also was dancing with other girls,
although Ashley was always close to mother.

      I was in a dizzy whirl.  The first name on my
dance card was the president.  She was a tall regal
looking slender woman about 45 years old.  She held
me close and I would feel her body pressed tightly
against mine.  The way she dance her right thigh was
constantly being rubbed against my pussy.

      When the band took a break I made my way to
the bar for drink.  I asked for a Manhattan, and it
was like drinking perfume.  While I was sipping my
drink a woman wedged herself between me and the
woman that was next to me.

      She introduced herself as Margaret Hatch and
told me that she would like to have a dace with me.  I
told her that my card was full.  She said the ball will
be over in a couple of hours and you could come up to
my room where we can dance to our own music.  I
knew what she was talking about right away.  Before I
responded that I would be happy to dance with her I
checked her out.

      Margaret looked to be almost 40 years old.  She
had a nice figure just enough extra pounds to soften
her curves.  She had long dark hair with soft waves,
clear blue eyes.  She was wearing a gold lame cocktail
dress with a plunging neckline that made it impossible
to wear a brassiere.  When she moved it exposed
either breast and her mauve areolas and nipples.  The
dress was short enough to expose a generous amount
of nylon clad thighs.  I wanted to fuck her right
there.  I settled for a promissory kiss.

      By the time the band leader announced the last
dance most of the women had paired up with young
ladies other than their own daughters, even Mother
was clinging to Ashley and another charming looking
blonde in white.  Margaret found me and have me a
hug and a kiss as she led me to the elevators.  Her
room was on the tenth floor and it looked similar to
ours, except for the color schemes.

      Margaret took her pumps off and got on the bed
after propping a couple of pillows against the
headboard.  She motioned for me to join her.  he had
me sit between her legs with my back to her.  She
pulled my hair away from the right side of my neck
and kissed it.  While she was kissing my neck she ran
her hands down my arms and as she brought her
hands back up she molded my breasts.  I have always
envied women with large breasts because mine were
just 32-B size, but she seemed to relish my small
breasts.  After a short time she ran her right hand
down my body and pulled my ball gown up around my
waist.  I was wearing white pantyhose without
panties.  She slipped her hand into my panties and
stroked my clitoris until I had a strong orgasm.
While I recovered she unfastened the back of my
gown and helped me get out of it.  She also helped me
out of my pantyhose that left me totally naked.

      Margaret also unfastened the back of her own
gold lame cocktail dress.  She got off the bed long
enough to place our clothes on hangers provided by
the hotel.  All she had on was a garter belt and nylons
when she returned to the bed.  She settled down
next to me and started covering my body with wet
kisses.  I couldn't resist feeling her tits too.  Before
sleep overtook us we had both eaten each other's
pussy.  I had also asked her about her daughter.

      She told me that she had no children.  She told
me that she borrowed her sister's daughter for
access to the club.  She even told me that it was her
niece that had joined with my mother and that other
girl.  I knew that the other girl was Ashely.  I
imagined the fun my mother had with two young girls
in her bed.

      In the morning I even helped her pack up her and
her niece's belongings in preparations for checking
out.  She put on a nice light summer's dress, while I
had to put on my white ball gown, at least until we got
back to the room of Mother's and mine.

      I had my plastic key card, and let us in.  The room
was a total mess, clothes were scattered all over the
place along with the bedding.  Mother and the two
girls looked just as messy.  Margaret's niece had also
been wearing white ball gown, so Margaret took out a
more suitable dress from their garment bag.  Ashley
of course had to put on her cocktail dress.  Mother
and I put on dresses suitable or day wear.  When we
were backed up and ready the five of us mad our way
to the lobby to check out before going to the hotel
restaurant.

      On the ride home Mother told me all about her
evening with the two girls.  Ashley was the same age
as me, while Margaret's niece, Lilly, turned out to
barley be 12-years-old.  Mot her assured me that Lilly
was a very knowable lover.  Margaret had taught her
well.

      I showed Mother the business card Margaret had
given me with her home and cell number written on
the back.  I suggested to Mother that we give her a
call and make a date with her to exchange daughters
for a weekend.

      The date was made and Mother and I became
true members of the 'Mother Daughter Exchange
Club.'



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