Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2012 11:33:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Motherr Daughter Exchange Club 7 (lesbian/incest, oral. anal, F/F, gg)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between mother
and daughters.  If this type of content offends you
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           Mother Daughter Exchange Club 7
                        By
                       Jan

	I just have to tell you about what happened
the other day.  I had made an appointment with my
gynecologist for a checkup.  I always arrive early,
even though I know that she always runs a little
behind schedule.  While sitting in the waiting room
after checking in with the receptionist, I was
reading a year old fashion magazine when the most
beautiful black mother and daughter I had ever
seen, walked in.

	The only way I can describe them is to say
that their faces reminded me of Halle Berry.  Both
of them had the most perfect skin color, because it
can only be described as an amber color, without a
blemish visible.  Both of them had thick coarse hair
that was cropped short like right out of the roaring
twenties.  Their hair was straightened and slicked
down with three spit curls on their foreheads.  Both
of them were dressed very fashionably.

	As they checked in, my heart raced at the
prospect that they might sit next to me.  As if they
could read my mind they sat down next to me.  The
mother was on my left and her daughter was on her
left.  They both smiled at me.  I just had to strike
up a conversation with them.

	I made the observation, "I assume that you are
mother and daughter, and have to tell you that both
of you are absolutely gorgeous!"

	They both blushed, and thanked me.  The
mother complimented me too.  I held out my hand to
shake hands with both of them, and introduced
myself to them.  The mother told me, "My name is
Lillie and my daughter is Iris," as we shook hands.
Her perfume was a delicate floral scent that was
very nice.  As much as I was attracted to the
woman, her daughter was making my panties wet.

	While we were exchanging pleasantries, I
noticed that Iris was nervously fidgeting in her
chair, so I assumed that she was not looking forward
to the visit.  I wondered what would cause her such
apprehension about seeing a gynecologist.  She was
not any older than my Kaylin.  I couldn't picture her
having a sexually transmitted disease, maybe she had
an infection.  It would be rude to inquire of them
about their reason for a visit.  I mentioned that I
was there for my annual inspection, with a chuckle.

	Lillie said, "I brought Iris for a checkup too."

	I assured Iris, "Honey there is nothing to be
nervous about it is no big deal.  It won't hurt, and it
will be over quickly!"

	Iris didn't look comforted by my reassurance.

	Lillie leaned close and softly said, "I'm having
Iris deflowered this morning by our doctor!  The
doctor is going to remove her hymen for us.  I don't
want it to hurt her the first time she is penetrated!"

	I had never heard of such a thing being done
before.  Thinking about it though, seemed to make
since.  I remembered how much it had hurt me the
first time I allowed a boy to stick his thing in me.
Just the same I thought she was a little young for
her mother to take such an action.  I wondered if
Iris was sexually active already.

	I just had to talk to them more about the
subject and I was very enamored with the girl.  I
said, "I won't be long, and there is a Starbucks
downstairs, would you allow me to buy you coffee
after your visit?"

	Lillie smiled at me sweetly, looked at her
daughter as if for approval before saying, "It would
be our pleasure to have coffee with you, if you don't
mind waiting for us.  I can't allow you to buy us
coffee though!"

	I said, "It is my treat!  Please don't argue with
me."

	While I was saying that the receptionist called
my name.  I stood, shook their hands again, and
gathered up my bag as I headed for the inner door.
I was thinking about the two of them through the
examination.  I hardly remember hopping up on the
table, lying back and putting my heels in the stirrups.
My doctor's only comment was how wet I was, with a
smile, but assured me that I was fine.

	While she was inspecting my cunt I heard the
receptionist ushering Lillie and Iris into another
examination room, and giving Iris a gown along with
instructions about what to do.  As soon as I was
dressed I returned to the reception room, paid my
deductable, before sitting down to wait.  I picked up
the same magazine I had been looking at before.  I
had to assure the receptionist that there was
nothing wrong.  I was just waiting for friends.

	When Lillie and Iris emerged, I could see the
look of relief on Iris' face.  After they talked to the
receptionist, we headed for the elevators.  I used
my credit card to buy Iris a large hot tea, and a
couple of Hazelnut latte grandees for Lillie and
myself.  We found a small table where we could chat
without disturbing anyone.

	I wanted Lillie to explain to me why she felt it
necessary to deflower Iris at her age.  Lillie told me
that she had been raped as a young girl.  The trauma
had made it almost impossible for her to ever
conceive.  She told me that the only way she was
able to have Iris was by artificial insemination.

	I just had to reiterate how beautiful Iris was,
and that she looks just like you!  They both beamed
and Lillie said, "That is no accident, I had my
brother's sperm used to fertilize my egg!"

	The incestuous element did not escape me.  She
quickly assured me, "My doctor just used his sperm
to fertilize my egg in a Petri dish before returning it
to my womb."

	The longer I talked to her the more I was
attracted to her.  I suspected there was a lot of
anger directed to males in her.  I wanted to find out
what her reaction to the subject of lesbianism would
be.  I couldn't very well just come out and say that I
wanted to get in her daughter's pants.

	I told her, "I have a daughter about the same
age as Iris.  Her name is Kaylin.  I can't tell you how
much she would love to meet you!"

	Lillie assured me that she enjoyed my company
and would love to meet my daughter.  I suggested
that the four of us make a date to do something.
Lillie said that she and Iris would enjoy something
more private, so that we can get to know each other
better."  I suggested that we take the girls to the
lake for a picnic.  That seemed to be acceptable with
her.

	I noticed that Iris was showing signs of a little
discomfort.  I suspected that the local anesthetic
was wearing off.  I had no way of estimating how
much discomfort she was experiencing.  I gave Lillie
one of my business cards with my address and phone
number on it, before saying to her that it looked like
Iris was starting to feel the effects.

	I insisted on kissing both of them before
parting company.  We disposed of our paper cups
before heading to the parking lot.  We were parked
close enough for me to get a look at her car.  It was
a cute little blue BMW convertible.  We waved at
each other as we parted ways.

	When Kaylin got home I was excited about the
potential of developing a relationship with the black
mother and daughter I had met.  When I described
them, Kaylin was just as excited as me.

	When the phone rang I picked it up before the
second ring.  It was Lillie, and I asked her how Iris
was feeling.  Lillie assured me that a couple of
Tylenol took care of it for her.  She said, "She won't
be sticking anything in there for a couple of days.
That statement led me to believe that Lillie
expected her daughter to masturbate with a dildo at
least.

	Then I had Kaylin pick up the other wireless
phone, so that I could introduce them.  Lillie also got
Iris on the phone too.  We talked about what grade
our girls were in, and Iris was only a year behind
Kaylin in school.  They were both avid volleyball
players.  Iris said that she was a better digger than
a spiker.  She was just not tall enough to get up
there.  Kaylin agreed with her.  Before we hung up
we agreed to meet at the lake for a picnic that
weekend.  We discussed the menu and agreed which
one of us would bring what.

	I made a meatloaf the night before so that it
could be chilled, and made my mother's German
potato salad.  I put a couple of bottles of red wine in
the wicker basket too.  Kaylin and I drove out to the
lake in time to meet Lillie and Iris.

	We deliberately carried our stuff to the
western end of the lake because that would put the
sun at our backs in the afternoon.  We put our stuff
on a concrete table.  Lillie had made fried chicken, a
green salad, French rolls and a Jell-O mold with
raisins and grated carrots in it.  She had also
brought along white and red wines.  The girls had a
liter of Pepsi Cola.

	While the girls got involved in a volleyball game
on the lawn, Lillie and I set about staking our claim
to the table.  We talked about our girls.  We
expressed our love for our girls.  When I felt it was
time I casually stated that Kaylin and I are lesbians!
I waited for Lillie's response.  There were at least
three possible responses.  She could get angry, pack
up and leave with her daughter or simply pass it off
as none of her business and let me know that we
could be friends or not.  The response I was hoping
for was an interest in a relationship with me.

	Lillie smiled, "I suspected that you were by the
hunger in your eyes while looking at Iris.  She
reached out and hugged me.  She whispered in my
ear, "I'm looking forward to getting to know Kaylin
too!"

	GAWD...I was soaking wet.

	We spent the afternoon eating.  I suggested,
"Kaylin honey, how would you like to go home with
Lillie, and Iris, would you like to come home with me
to spend the rest of the weekend?"

	The girls looked at each other and broke out
giggling.  Iris said, "We agreed on that while you
were playing!"

	Lillie and I laughed and hugged them.  Now
there was a feeling of urgency about cleaning up our
mess and getting out of there.  Iris got in my car
and Kaylin jumped into Lillie's little convertible.  I
was as nervous as a caged wild cat as we headed
home.  Iris was a terrible tease about the whole
thing.  She sat there in the passenger seat pulling
her shorts aside and playing with her pussy.  It was
amazing that I made it home without getting into an
accident.

	When we got into my apartment I hugged and
kissed her.  I love the smell of sweat and grass all
over her body.  The sweat made her skin glisten as if
she were oiled.  She was just as excited about
getting me out of my clothes as I was about seeing
her naked.  Just seen her body being exposed turned
me on.

	Iris was so damned pretty, and her breasts
were just starting to develop.  They were no larger
than halves of lemons.  Her chocolate colored
areolas covered more than half of her breasts.  Her
hips were just starting to widen into the kind of hips
her lovely mother sported, and her vulva was just
starting to grow those little spring like coils of pubic
hair.  I had to check out every inch of her body.
Her skin was the same color all over, but her anus
was the same chocolate color as her areolas.

	While I was taking off my own clothes, Iris
helped with all of the skill of someone with plenty of
experience.  While I was inspecting her crouch I
remembered that it had been less than a week since
her hymen had been removed.  I had to ask, "Honey,
how do you feel."

	Iris smiled, "I feel great.  It was only sore for
a couple of days.  Mama has been using her dildo on
me for the past three days.  The news got me all
excited.  I placed a couple of my fingers on her
vulva.  I rubbed her gently until my finger found the
ridge of her labia major.  I felt the stiff skin
leading to her hooded clitoris.  I was able to take
hold of it between two fingers and my thumb.  Iris
was responding with all kinds of gyrations and noises
that were pure music to my ears.  I turned my head
sideways so that I could take all that flesh into my
mouth.  I sucked on her and truly enjoyed the taste
of her sweet little pussy.  I moved my lips down to
the lips of her labia and pulled her flesh out as far
as her skin would stretch.  I sucked her cunt until
she started beating on my shoulders to let me know
she was cumming.  As a final loving gesture I lifted
her legs, so that I could lick her little brown asshole.

	I finally lied down beside her, to relax.  As soon
as Iris recovered she was determined to show her
appreciation.  She was fascinated by the size of my
breasts.  She sucked so hard on them that she left
hickies all over both of them.  She used her fingers
to warm up the meat between my legs.  When she
was satisfied that I was aroused enough, she went
down on me.  That nasty little girl sure knew how to
eat pussy.  Just when I was about to cum she stuck
at least two fingers up my ass.  I flooded her face
with my cum.  We both needed to rest after that.  I
could have spent the rest of the weekend looking
into her amber eyes.

	She recovered quicker than me.  I lay there
while she straddled my head, and lowered that little
cunt to my mouth.  While I was enjoying the nectar
in her cunt, she lay on top of me and started sucking
my pussy again.  I relishing every moment of our
evening together.  When we had done everything we
could to each other, sleep overtook us eventually.

	We slept in the next morning, but our bladders
insisted that we get up or we would have peed on
ourselves, besides the sun was starting to heat up
the room.  We reluctantly made our way to the
bathroom.  I didn't want to let Iris out of my sight.
I held her hand while we took turns relieving
ourselves.  Her odor was all over me, as much as mine
was on hers.  We showered together.  I didn't have
the hair products she needed to fix her hair.  The
best I could do was to give her a can of mousse.
She combed her hair and made her spit curls, of
course when the mousse dried, her hair didn't have
that wet look.

	We were both in a wicked mood, so we didn't
put any clothes on.  I just wanted to study her body.
I observed a dark brown mark under her left arm,
and asked her if that was a scar.  She proudly lifted
her arm, and pointed at the mark as she said, "that
is my birthmark."  She added that it was almost
identical to the one under her mother's arm.  She
had no more than said that than the phone rang.

	Kaylin was full of devilish excitement as she
asked if we were ready for company.  I assured her
that we were exhausted, but as relaxed as I had
ever been.  I added that we would love to have their
company.

	I knew approximately how long it would take
for them to drive across town.  Iris and I put some
clothes on.  I allowed her to select fresh underwear
from Kaylin's dresser, along with fresh shorts and T-
shirt.  I put on some fresh clothes, in plenty of time
to have poached eggs ready for Eggs Benedict.  I
was busy toasting the English muffins and making
the hollandaise souse.

	When I heard Kaylin's key in the door, Iris and I
greeted them with hugs and kisses.  I noticed that
Kaylin was in clothes that were definitely not hers.
Her previous day's play clothes were in a paper bag.
Lillie was dressed to the nines again.  Every hair was in
place and shining just like she had stepped out of a
beauty parlor.  When we kissed, I can only say that
her perfume smelled like a potpourri of flower smells.
The girls also greeted each other with the same type
of hugs and kisses. They also complimented each other
on how nice they looked in each other's clothes.

	We really enjoyed the company of each other.
The meal was very satisfying. I didn't want to put a
damper on the mood, so I simply put the dishes in
the washer afterwards, before we retreated to the
front room to talk.

	Iris sat with me and held my hand, while Kaylin
sat with Lillie.  We compared our evenings with each
other's daughters.  Kaylin and I also introduced them
to the subject of the Mother Daughter Club.  They
were very interested in the subject.  They even
indicated that they knew some black women that
would really get off getting into the panties of white
mothers and daughters.

	While we were talking I brought up the subject
of their birthmarks.  Lillie chuckled and assured us
that it was true.  She had on a business jacket and
long sleeved blouse, so she proceeded to remove her
jacket and blouse.  When she was sitting there
stripped down to a sexy, mauve, lace bra, she lifted
her left arm and pointed out her birthmark to us.

	Iris was obliged to take off her T-shirt and
show Kaylin her birthmark.  Kaylin had to touch it.
So she came around to sit next to Iris.  I moved
closer to Lillie, and admired her breasts.  They
looked as if they were firm enough not to need a
bra.  I admired them.  Lillie was proud of them too.
She quickly unhooked the back of the bra, and
allowed the straps to fall off her shoulders, as the
cups fell away from her breasts.  They were every
bit as large as my own.  The striking thing to me was
that the golden color of her skin was even all over.
Like her daughter her areolas were as large as the
girl's hands and were the same chocolate color.  I
couldn't resist reaching out and feeling one of her
breasts.  She was pleased with my actions and placed
her manicured fingers over mine and held my hand
against her breast.  When she was ready she moved
my hand to the middle of her other breast.

	I just had to kiss her mouth.  While we kissed
we were breathing each other's air through our
noses.  When we paused for a moment I looked
around to see what the girls were doing.  They
already had their T-shirts off and were sucking on
each other's nipples while they were fumbling with
each other's shorts.

	While I was checking out what the girls were
up to, Lillie busied herself removing my clothes.
There came a point that both of us had to stand up
long enough to remove our skirts and panties.  When
we sat down again, we had the opportunity to check
out each other's pussies.  I had shaved very close
for the occasion of our sharing each other's
daughters.  My labia were protruding beyond the
opening of my mons-pubis.

	Lillie's pussy was bikini trimmed, but her
naturally curly pubic hair was very close to her
golden toned skin.  The thing that intrigued me a lot
was the chocolate color of her labia major, while the
inner lips were the same color as my own inner pussy.
When I went down on her I could smell her perfume,
but her cunt smelled very much like any other pussy
I have eaten.  We took turns eating each other's
pussies, and took turns bending over the arm of my
couch; so that we could tongue fuck each other's
assholes.  I practically came while licking and probing
her asshole with my tongue.

	The girls also got involved.  It was an orgy of
sucking and groping each other's breasts, pussies and
assholes.  We didn't neglect each other's mouths
either.  I enjoyed kissing Lillie and Iris as much, if
not more than any mother daughter we had partied
with.  By the time Lillie and Iris had to return home,
we had agreed that they both had to attend the
next gathering of the Mothers Daughters Exchange
Club.




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