Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:53:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club (lesbian/incest, oral, anaL, F/g, F/Fgg)

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           Mother Daughter Exchange Club 6
                         By
                        Jan

	When I was not enjoying the exchange club
with my daughter Kaylin I had to work to support
the two of us like everyone else.  My staff at work
had no idea about my private life.  Any males that
flirted with me were rebuffed with a simple
statement that my primary interest at the present
was the welfare of my daughter.

	I was friendly with my fellow employees.  I
didn't get involved with office gossip, so the other
women felt comfortable talking to me about private
matters.  One afternoon when I was having lunch
with one of the women about my age, named Angela,
who also had a daughter, a little younger than Kaylin,
confided to me that she was a lesbian.  I didn't blink
an eye.

	I had suspected that she was because of the
conversations we had had in the past, and I had
noticed the way she studied other women, while
ignoring men.  I was not about to reveal anything
about myself to her.  I felt it was better to keep my
sex life separate from the work place.

	Nothing more was said about her sex life for a
few days.  I suspect that she was waiting to see if I
would keep her revelation to myself.  One afternoon
she approached me to have a drink with her after
work.  I simply told her that I had to get home
after work, maybe another time.

	She pressed with pleading eyes, "Please have a
drink with me.  I need to talk to you about
something important?"

	I was intrigued by the urgency of her plea.  For
once in my life I went against my feelings and agreed
to stop for a drink with her.  I used my cell phone to
text Kaylin to let her know that I would be late
coming home that evening.  She responded with a
happy face, and asked f she could visit Carol, the
mother of one of her girlfriends, and members of
the club.  I responded with a simple okay.

	When the day ended and I cleared my desk, I
waited for Angela to clear her desk.  We made our
way to the elevator together without a lot of
conversation.  Our parking lot was underground.  We
agreed that my car would be safe there, so I got in
her car.  She assured me that she would bring me
back to get my car.  She drove as if she had a
purpose.  She obviously knew where she was going.  I
suspect we traveled a couple of miles before she
pulled into a parking lot behind a business street.

	I followed her as she led me to the back door
of a business that simply had a faded painted sign
above the door proclaiming the place as "The Pink
Pussycat."

	As we entered the back of the establishment I
was aware of the dim lighting and the smell of
alcohol and stale cigarette smoke.  She led me into
the small cocktail lounge.  She directed me to a
padded booth.  As soon as we were seated a cocktail
waitress approached us, and asked us what we would
like.  I opted for Vodka Collins and Angela asked for
a whisky sour.  When the waitress returned to the
bar against one wall to give the bartender our order
I scanned our surroundings.

	There was nothing about the bar that
outwardly indicated that the bar was any different
from any other bar, except I saw that all of the
patrons were female.  Even the bartender was a
female.  She was dressed in tight black slacks and a
silk puffy sleeved male dress shirt.  Her hair was
cropped short and spiked.  The waitress was dressed
in a German peasant blouse with a black velvet
uplifting vest, and a very short pleated skirt with
white petticoats showing, along with plenty of butt
cheeks.  The women didn't stand out all that much.
They looked like almost any female office worker in
town.  Of course there was a couple of women
holding court in other booths that were dressed in
business suits that included silk ties that males
would wear.  I was fascinated because I had never
been in a lesbian bar before.

	Angela thanked me for agreeing to have a drink
with her.  I brought you here because there is no
danger that anyone from the office is likely to come
in.  I was becoming impatient to find out what was so
urgent.  We were interrupted by the waitress
delivering our drinks.  Angela insisted on paying for
them.

	When she left Angela continued with her
speech, "Kathy, I need someone I can trust to talk
to my daughter, because she has become rebellious.
She defies me at every turn.  She is dressing more
and more like a Gothic punker.  She has changed all
of her friends for girls that look just as rebellious.
She is smoking now.  I wouldn't be surprised if she
has tattoos, but she won't let me see her body."

	I was puzzled by why she would choose me to
reveal such a thing to, and what she thought I could
do about it?

	Angela took hold of my hand, "You are the
most mature woman in the office, and you have a
daughter close to my daughter's age.  I am at wits
end, could you talk to my daughter and find out why
she hates me so much?"

	I was reluctant to agree.  I didn't feel
comfortable about becoming involved in the domestic
problems of a fellow worker.  She was so persistent
that I finally agreed.

	Angela was so pleased that she kissed my
cheek.  I couldn't help feel that familiar tingle in my
pussy.  She insisted that I come home with her right
away and confront her daughter.  I noticed the
approving smiles on several women's faces as we
headed for the back door.

	On the short drive to her home she told me
that her daughter's name was Vickie.  When we
pulled into the driveway of a small private home that
she rented I thought it looked nice enough.  When
we entered the house I witnessed that the furniture
was worn but looked clean.

	Angela called out for Vickie to come meet their
guest.  When the girl entered the living-room, I was
impressed by the fact that regardless of her trying
to look like some sort of tough gang girl, she was still
a very attractive girl.  No amount of black mascara
could take away from her beautiful blue eyes.  Her
pouting black lips had a perfect cupids bow.  She was
in ragged black jeans, thick soled, laced up work
boots.  She had on two jersey T-shirts, a black long
sleeved one with a large torn neck drooped over one
shoulder, exposing a white under shirt.  Her hair was
ragged and dyed black.  It was obvious that she was
probably a natural blonde, because her skin was
creamy white and there was a trace of freckles
across her nose and shoulders.

	She tried to give me a snarl when we were
introduced to each other, but I could also see that
she was curious about me.

	I took her small hand and shook it as I told her
it was truly my pleasure to meet her.

	She said, "Yeah...sure!"

	I said, "Your mother asked me to come home
with her to meet you and see if I can find out what
the problem is between you and her!  Would you like
to talk to me in private, so that you feel a little
freer to talk about your mom?"

	She shrugged her shoulders and said,
"Whatever."

	I followed her to her bedroom.  Like most
young girls, she had posters taped all over her walls
along with pictures of her friends clowning around
with each other.  They were all dressed in the same
manner as Vickie.  The bed was unmade and the
sheets were rumpled.  There was a cluttered
messiness about her room, clothes and magazines
everywhere.  I sat on her rumpled bed next to her.

	I started the conversation by saying, "Your
mother is very upset that there is a growing
animosity between the two of you.  She doesn't
understand why you hate her so much."

	Vickie tried to put up a brave front, but
revealed more than she knew by her response.  "Mom
is such a hypocrite.  She wants me to be the perfect
daughter while she is such a dyke!"

	I wondered why she used that word and if she
even knew what it meant.  "Why do you say that?"

	"She makes believe she is straight to all her
friends and relatives, but I know she has girlfriends
that she has sex with.  I have known for a couple of
years about her friend April.  I saw them doing it
when I was eight-years-old.  They thought I was
asleep in bed, but I suspected that they were up to
something.  I saw them in the living-room doing all
kinds of things to each other.  But when she caught
me doing the same things to my girlfriends she
punished me and told me that I was a bad girl for
doing the same things she was doing to April and
some other women." She proclaimed.

	"Is that why you have changed your friends,
clothing style and hang out late at night with these
new friends?" as I pointed towards the pictures of
girls dressed like her.  "Your mother and I can tell
you are smoking because we can smell the odor of
stale cigarettes all over your clothes and hair.  Is
smoking just another way of rebelling against your
mother?"

	"Why shouldn't I smoke? She has lied about
everything.  I know she drinks and smokes too.  I
have smelled cigarettes on her clothes too."

	I said, "Maybe she does and maybe she doesn't
smoke.  She may have friends that smoke.  The smell
would cling to her clothes after being in the company
of smokers.  Would you like to have a smoke right
now?  If you do, go ahead and smoke!"

	She nodded her head, before she sheepishly
pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the inside of her
jacket along with a disposable lighter.  I watched
her put one in her mouth and light it.  I was amused
because she puffed on the cigarette without
actually inhaling the smoke.

	"Honey if you're going to smoke, you should at
least learn how to do it correctly."  I took the
cigarette from her and took a long drag on it.  I held
the smoke in my lungs for a moment before blowing
the smoke towards the ceiling.  When I handed it
back to her I told her to breathe the smoke into her
lungs.  It will make you dizzy the first few times,
and you will cough too.

	She took the cigarette from me and imitated
me.  Almost as soon as she swallowed the smoke she
started coughing uncontrollably.  I remembered the
first time I smoked...I had been about her age when
I took one of my mother's cigarettes.  I hid in the
garage the first time.

	After she tried a few times I said, "You will
get used to the feeling.  As for her sexual behavior
you should really talk to her about that.  Society
doesn't approve of lesbianism and she may have
preferred that you not get involved with the same
thing she was into.  Why don't you cut her some
slack?  Do you have sex with your new friends?"

	Vickie blushed before answering.  "Sure we do.
It's fun doing all kinds of things with them.  We
don't hurt each other.  When I was ten I let a boy
fuck me, and he went around telling everyone that I
was an easy lay.  Before long, my old friends would
not talk to me and the boys made nasty comments
about me.  They would talk to me but would try and
catch me alone to make a date with me, in hopes of
getting to fuck me.

	Now the sudden change in her behavior made
sense to me.  The Gothic girls had accepted her
regardless of the bad reputation she had acquired
because of a rude and stupid boy.  I felt
comfortable about revealing my true nature to her
at this point.

	"Honey, I'm about to tell you something your
mother doesn't know about me.  She thinks I am just
a coworker with a daughter of my own about your
age.  She thought I could help repair the rift that
has developed between the two of you.  Only she has
no idea that I have been a lesbian since I was your
age, and my daughter is a confirmed lesbian too."

	That bit of news made Vickie look at me with
admiration.  "I have never made love to a woman.
The oldest girl in my group is only fifteen."

	"Would you like to find out what it is like to
have a woman make love to you?" I asked.

	Vickie was all smiles as she tentatively placed
her hand on one of my tits.  I placed my hand over
hers and pressed it harder, so show her that it was
not made of glass.  "You won't break it, honey."  She
smiled and started squeezing it.  I started feeling
her young body, and working my hands under her
jersey top.  Her little chest was as flat as a boy's,
but her nipples were extremely sensitive.  She was
making such sweet little sounds as I played with her
nipples.  She even pulled both of her T-shirts over
her head at the same time.

	Just as her mother suspected, she had an
international symbol for female tattooed on her
shoulder.  When she bent over to remove her boots,
I saw the design of a tramp stamp on the small of
her back.  When she sat up to unfasten her pants I
helped her remove them.  I found it amusing that
she still had on the delicate little blue panties her
mother had bought her.  I could tell she was very
nervous.

	"Honey, you don't need to worry.  I am going to
treat you well!"  With that I pulled her around on
the bed and spread her legs.  To me there is nothing
more attractive that the vulva of an innocent girl.  I
pulled my breasts out of my dress and allowed her to
play and suck on them until I made her cum.  Then I
told her to remain in her room until I called for her,
while I talked to her mother.

	I returned to the kitchen, poured a cup of
coffee, and joined Angela at the dining table.  I put
my arm around her shoulders and said, "The problem
is a little complicated.  First of all she has known
about your relationship with your women friends for
at least a couple of years.  She managed to see you
making love to April.  She felt that you preferred
other women over her.  Then she allowed a boy to
fuck her recently.  The stupid immature boy went
around bragging about fucking her.  She got a bad
reputation, and lost all of her friends.  No one would
talk to her publicly, but boys would try and get her
to go out with them, thinking she would put out for
them.  The only girls that would befriend her were
the punkers.  That is why she changed so radically."

	"May I suggest that you could do a few things
to renew your relationship with her" I said.

	Angela looked at me with pleading eyes, "I had
no idea that she knew about my sex life!  What can I
do to change things?"

	"May I suggest that you relocate to another
part of town where she can change school, so that
her reputation will not follow her?  Then I would
suggest that you allow her into your life.  Include
her so that she doesn't feel left out."

	Angela said, "The first thing is no real problem,
but how should I go about including Vickie into my
life?"

	I had to smile to myself.  "Why don't you let
me set up an evening at my apartment with my best
friend and our daughters?  I'm sure that you and
Vickie will just love Carol, Beverly and my daughter
Kaylin."

	Angela still had no idea that I was inviting her
to a lesbian party.  At that point I called out, "Vickie
would you please come in here and join us?"

	Vickie came into the room walking rather
tentatively, with her hands clasped in front of her
body.  I had her sit between her mother and me.
Angela started crying, "I had no idea that you knew
about me and April and the others.  I tried to keep
that part of me from you, because I didn't want you
to be disgusted with my desire for sex with women."

	Vickie started crying too, "I thought you didn't
love me, because you would rather have sex with
anybody but me!"

	They clung to each other; Angela went on,
"Why didn't you tell me about what happened when
you had sex with a boy?  I had no idea that your old
friends were treating you so badly!"

	Vickie cried all the harder, "I thought it was
my fault for allowing him to do it to me."

	Kathy has suggested that we move to another
area, so you can go to a school where your past will
be left behind!  Would you like to do that?"

	Vickie clung to her mother all the harder,
"YES...can we do that?"

	"Of course we can!  She also suggested that
you and I might like to meet her friend and their
daughters.  Would you like that?"

	Vickie turned towards me and kissed my cheek
and squeezed my hand.  "Yes!"

	I said, "Now that the two of you understand
where the two of you began to misunderstand each
other, why don't the two of you kiss and makeup?"

	Vickie wrapped her arms around her mother's
neck and kissed each other on their tear stained lips.
I took hold of Vickie's wrist and placed her hand on
her mother's breast.  They both got tense for a
moment.  Then Angela took hold of her daughter's
hand and pressed the hand tightly against her own
breast.

	I encouraged them to get comfortable and
show each other how much they loved one another.
The longer they kissed the more impassioned they
became.  They shed each other's clothes.  Vickie
clung to her mother's breasts and sucked on the
nipples, while her mother started toying with her
daughter's little hairless cunt.

	I was so turned on by the sight that I sat
there watching while stimulating my own wet pussy
until I climaxed.

	By the time Angela and Vickie drove me back to
the office so that I could get my car, I had already
used my cell phone to call Carol and set up a dinner
date at my house.

	Carol and Beverly arrived early enough to help
Kaylin and I prepare dinner. When Angela and Vickie
arrived it took a little while for them to become
comfortable with us.  By the time dinner was
finished I excused the three girls to retire to
Kaylin's room while the adults got to chat.

	It didn't take long before the three of us were
excited about finding Angela a home nearby.  Carol
knew just the right area, where Vickie could attend
the same school as a lot of our friends' daughters,
and when she moved up to junior high would be in the
same school that Kaylin and Beverly were in now.

	While we were talking I placed my hand on
Angela's thigh.  Carol was stroking her arm.  Angela
became aware that we were flirting with her.  She
asked, "Are the two of you trying to seduce me?"

	We looked at each other and said, "Of course
we are!"

	That led to us kissing and feeling her up.  When
we broke for air, Angela pleaded, "What about the
girls?"

	I said, "The girls are doing their own thing
right now!"

	She couldn't bring herself to believe that our
girls were seducing hers at that moment.  Carol and
I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom.
When we opened the door Angela witnessed the
three girls on the bed, in all their naked glory.  They
were engaged in a three way daisy chain, sucking
each other's pussy.  Vickie was sucking the hairy
pussy of Beverly.  Kaylin was sucking Vickie's sweet
little bald cunt.

	When Beverly saw us in the door she motioned
for us to join them.  Vickie was the only one
surprised when we entered the room.  The sex was
beyond belief.  Every woman's breasts were sucked
by the girls and every pussy had been sucked by all
six of us.

	While we were recovering, we told Angela and
Vickie about the 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club.'

	By the time we had found them a new
residence, enrolled Vickie in school, she had been
overhauled into a very preppy young school girl.
They had joined our club as well.  The only problem
was our girls wanted tramp stamp tattoos like
Vickie's.



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