Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2011 11:02:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mothers Social Club (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, F/ggg, F.../g...)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women
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Mother's Social Club
By
Jan

	I happen to be under the age of forty, and I
am a natural dishwater blonde.  I have three
daughters aged 16, 13 and 11.  I have been divorced
for four years now.  I managed to earn a degree in
computer science, so I had a decent job even before
the divorce.  My sex life was a little boring, but I
had managed to provide a decent home for my girls.

	Growing up I had managed to enjoy sexual
liaisons with both males and females.  I managed to
keep in touch with a couple of my old high school and
college girlfriends even after I got married.  Of
course I was discreet about my relationship with my
old friends.  I didn't want my daughters finding out
that their mother was a closet lesbian.

	My daughters were attractive girls.  The oldest
and youngest were still platinum blondes, and the
middle child was an auburn beauty like her father.
Everything changed when I went to my oldest girl's
parent teachers meeting one fall evening.

	I met my daughter's teachers as I made my
way around the campus from room to room.
Apparently my daughter shared classes with her
best friend, so the mother of her friend and I was
following the same diagram of the campus.  We knew
each other casually, so we struck up a conversation
as we made our way around the school.  We were
both alumni of the school and knew our way around.
We discovered that we had a lot in common.  She
had two girls, and we had been divorced about the
same amount of time.  We both had really negative
feelings about our ex-husbands.  We felt a certain
commonality right away.

	The next week we met again at the middle
school open house to meet the teachers of our
daughters.  We greeted each other like old friends.
After the obligatory meeting with their teachers we
made our way to the cafeteria.  We got ourselves
paper cups of coffee and settled down at a table far
enough away from the masses, so that we could talk
to each other.  We compared our relationships with
our daughters.  Her name was Amanda, and a very
attractive brunet, even thought she was about
twenty pounds overweight.

	We both complained that because of our
children we didn't have much of a social life
anymore.  Amanda asked me if I would like to bring
my girls over to her house next Saturday, so that we
could enjoy each other's company, while our girls did
their thing.  The idea of getting out of the house
for a change was very appealing, so I agreed if my
girls were agreeable.  We exchanged phone numbers
and gave each other a hug and a phantom kiss on the
cheek before departing.

	When the girls got home from school the next
day, I gathered them around the dinner table to ask
them if they would like to visit Amanda and her girls
next Saturday.  My older girls were thrilled about it,
because they knew Amanda's daughters, and were
even friends with them.  My youngest daughter was
happy to come along too, because she wanted to
friends with older girls.  I called Amanda right away
to tell her that my girls were excited about spending
the day with their friends.  Amanda and I agreed
that about 10:00 am would be a good time to get
together.

	When we arrived the girls were thrilled to
greet each other, and were off to the bedroom of
the oldest girl to listen to popular music.  Amanda
and I settled down in the family room with coffee.
We talked about our jobs.  Amanda was an office
manager for a thriving accounting office.  We were
thankful that we didn't have to rely on the sporadic
child support from our ex's.  Amanda casually
mentioned that she preferred the company of
women and girls to that of men.  The way she said it,
implied a far more meaningful relationship.  I agreed
with her statement.  Then she touched my arm as
she asked, "Have you ever had a relationship with a
woman?"

	I felt my clit tingle, and I paused before telling
her the truth, "I have had many liaisons with
females dating back to my school days."

	Amanda beamed, "I was hoping you would say
that!  Have you ever heard of the Mother's Social
Club?"

	I had never heard of such a group before,
"No...what does that mean?"

	Amanda said, "There is a group of us women
that have formed a social club for women like us.
We have also included our daughters."

	I realized that she was telling me that they
also preferred sex with young girls.  She was telling
me that there was a group of lesbian woman getting
together and having sex with each other's daughters.
I said, "I have several girlfriends that I party with,
but I have never let my girls know that I was having
sex with my friends.  I doubt that they even know
what lesbianism means."

	Amanda gave me a grin that spoke volumes.
She stood up, and pulled me to my feet.  She led me
down the hall to the bedroom of her oldest
daughter.  She put her finger to her lips, before
opening the door.  She let me peek in the open door.
To my shock there were the five girls on the bed.
They were all naked, and they had my youngest
daughter lying on the middle of the bed.  They were
feeling her up.  She was sucking on the pussy of
Amanda's oldest daughter.  Her other daughter was
down there sucking on her little hairless pussy.  My
two other girls were sucking on her little nipples.
Amanda stepped back and closed the door.

	She led me back to the family room and said,
"Our girls have been enjoying each other for some
time."

	I felt like a fool, because I had no idea that my
girls were sexually active, let alone with other girls.

	Amanda told me, "There is a party this evening
at the home of one of our members.  Would you like
to come along to the party with me?  I am bringing
my girls along, and you should bring your girls too."

	I can honestly say that my pussy was throbbing
at the idea of going to a lesbian party with my girls,
even though the thought also shocked me.  I agreed
right away.

	Amanda called out, "Girls would you come in
here!"

	It took a little while before the five girls
joined us, because they had hastily put their clothes
back on.  Amanda announced, "Girls...your mother has
agreed to come to the Mother's Social Club tonight
with us!"

	The girls all let out a cheer and fell upon us.  I
was being kissed by all five girls.  Apparently my girls
already knew what the club was.  I couldn't believe it
when Amanda's oldest daughter, named Kathy, ran
her hand up the inside of my thigh all the way up to
my wet panties.  I tried to push her hand away, but
all five girls overpowered me.  She pulled my panties
aside, and began finger fucking me.  There was
nothing to do, but sit back and enjoy the fun.  Kathy
and her sister, Kaylin set about sucking my breasts,
after they pulled my tits over the top of my dress.
Amanda was also enjoying the company of my three
girls.

	We eventually had to clean up before going to
the party.  We all piled into my SUV, (sports utility
vehicle), the modern name for the family station
wagon.  Amanda directed me as we drove across
town to a spacious two story home.  The home was
on the old side of town on a tree covered lane.  It
was like driving through a green square tunnel with
sunlight filtering through the trees.  The smell of
the air carried a peppery fragrance.  We had to park
on the street and walk a couple of hundred feet to
the entrance of the property we were going to.

	When Amanda rang the bell, the woman that
answered the door was a middle aged woman.  Her
name was Helen, and I recognized her from church.
I had never talked to her before.  I would have
never suspected that she was so sexual.  She
welcomed us into her house.  Amanda introduced her
to me and my girls.  She gushed with all manner of
compliments for my girls.  It was obvious that she
took an immediate shine to my baby.

	The spacious living room was crowded with
women and girls.  I was surprised by how many of
the women I actually knew.  We were greeted by all
of them.  I was sure my cheeks were covered with a
variety of lipstick colors, because my girl's cheeks
were smeared with colors ranging from orange, red
and pink.  I felt a bit overwhelmed by it all.

	The host announced that there were twenty
women and 31 girls present this afternoon, so she
had three new decks of cards.  She was putting 20
cards in one bowl and thirty in a second bowl.  She
explained that she was using the top cards to insure
that there were matching cards.  She mixed the
cards before inviting the women to come forwards
and select a card.  When I pulled a card, I had the
eight of hearts.

	Helen also said that there were two jokers in
each bowl, that way the two women would get to
spend the weekend with each other too.

	Then the girls came forwards to select their
cards.  Then they milled around the room looking for
the matching cards.  While the girls were looking for
their matching cards, Helen explained that some of
you lucky old bitches are going to take home two
girls for the weekend.  There was laughter and
giggles at that statement.

	I was looking for my girls to see who they were
matched up with.  The youngest one was clinging to
the arm of a woman about my age that I casually
knew.  The second child was talking to an older
woman I didn't know.  While I was looking for my
oldest daughter a girl about sixteen touched my arm.
She had a big smile on her face, and holding an eight
of hearts card.  She introduced herself as Amy, and
added that she knew my daughter Jenifer.  I took
her hand and hugged her to me before kissing her
cheek.  About that time I saw Jenifer.  I could only
recognize her by her clothes.  She was kneeling on
the floor with her head under the dress of the
woman in front of her.  It shocked me that she was
so bold.  I couldn't picture my daughter doing such
as thing in public.

	About that time there came a couple of loud
outbursts from a couple of women as they
discovered that they had the jokers and the two
girls they had were lovely girls.

	Amy said that we could leave for my home any
time I liked.  I was about to look for Amanda when I
felt a touch on my skirt.  It was a girl no older than
my baby.  She was holding another eight of hearts.
I was one of the lucky ones to have two girls to take
home with me.  Amy kissed her and took her by the
hand, and introduced her to me as Mandy.  I led
them to Amanda and found out she had a girl about
fourteen cuddling up with her.  She obviously knew
the girl.  I asked her if she was ready to go home.
She assured me that she was ready to go.  We
stopped by to thank Helen for hosting the party.
She had her arm around a sweet looking young girl.

	I dropped Amanda and her date off at her
home, before going home with my two young dates.
I parked in the driveway.  It was late afternoon and
growing dark.  As soon as we were inside I turned on
the lights.  I was not sure what was appropriate at
that point.  I offered the girls something to eat and
drink.  The girls were ready to eat.  I made them
hamburgers and salads.  I gave them milk along with
that.  As soon as we finished I put the dishes in the
dishwasher.  I was nervous about asking them to
accompany me to my bedroom.  Amy was the one
that solved that dilemma.

	She picked up her little overnight bag and
headed for the bathroom.  She invited Mandy to
come along with her.  When they emerged they were
in nightgowns, smelling of soap and toothpaste.  They
could tell which one of the doors in the hall led to
my bedroom, and headed there hand in hand.  I
followed them to my room.  It was a little
embarrassing for me to take off my clothes in front
of two girls I really didn't know.  As soon as I was
naked I headed for my adjoining bathroom.  I
washed my face and crotch carefully before
brushing my teeth.  I debated about removing all of
my makeup, but opted to apply a little natural
lipstick.  I put on my sexiest nightgown before
returning back to the bedroom.  The girls were on
top of my bed.  They were so damned cute.  Amy was
stroking her own pussy.  Mandy was cuddling up
against Amy and rubbing her crotch against the leg
of the older girl.

	I stood there taking in the picture of the two
naked girls lying there lewdly playing with each
other's pussies.  I made my way to the bed, and
climbed on to the bed.  The girls parted, and
reached for me.  They settled me down between the
two of them, as I kissed them so sweetly.  Their
mouths tasted like minty toothpaste.  I was so horny
that I pulled Mandy on top of me and had her sit on
my face.  She was facing my body, so that she could
watch Amy and play with my big tits.  Amy took it
upon herself to position herself between my legs.  I
felt her spreading my cunt open, as she blew her cool
breath into my pussy.  I almost came the minute she
licked my cunt from asshole to clitoris.  It was so
wickedly exciting to suck a young girl's pussy until
she came while a lovely teenager was sucking my cunt
until I had the strongest cums of my life.  While I
recovered I cradled the two of them in my arms
while they lay on either side of me, I asked them to
tell me about how they felt about the social club.

	Amy was the first to tell me about her
experiences in the club.  She started telling me
about what some of the women like to role play.  She
told me that several of the women like her to play
the part of a misbehaving school girl, and they
played the part of a teacher that punished her by a
bare bottom spanking.  She told me about one of the
women that had been sent off to a Catholic boarding
school as a girl, and had been seduced by several
nuns.  Her name is Annett Rousseau, and she still had
all of her old school uniforms, and would have me
dress up in them while she put on the habit of a nun
and made love to me, which made Mandy laugh.

	Mandy said I know that woman too.  She had a
uniform that fits me perfectly.  She has me put on
non regulation underpants, and then she inspects me,
and scolds me for having on tight sexy pants.  She
pulls them down and spanks my bottom until my butt
is red, and I'm crying.  Then she lifts her habit to
show me that she doesn't have any panties on at all.
Then she had me suck her hairy pussy.  Listening to
the girls tell me about the games the other women
have them play with them was turning me on.

	Amy was the only one that had not been made
love to, so I started kissing her, and massaging her
very nicely shaped breasts.  I sucked on her nipples
until she was breathing hard, and making little animal
sounds.  Like a lot of girls her age, she trimmed her
pubic hair to an even length and just a narrow strip
above her pussy.  I went down on her and sucked her
pussy until she started bucking on the bed as she
went into a climax that shook her body.  While I was
pleasing Amy, Mandy was busy checking out my big
butt.

	I couldn't believe a girl so young could be so
damned nasty.  She was sticking her fist up my pussy
while she was sticking her tongue up my asshole.  I
think I was enjoying it more than Amy was enjoying
what I was doing to her.  The three of us made love
to each other almost all night.  I can honestly say
that by the time we fell asleep that every inch of my
body was covered with the odor of the two girl's
pussies.  I had even stuck my big toes into their
pussies.  I was dreaming about my three girls doing
the same things with other women.

	The next morning I made breakfast for the
girls before delivering them to their homes.  When I
got home my girls were delivered one by one.  They
were very excited, and talked nonstop while they
recounted what they had done last night.  The baby
was the most excited by what had taken place.

	She went on about the nice woman that had
taken her home.  She told me how that woman spent
a lot of time dressing her up like a movie star.  She
still had on the makeup.  The makeup was very
mature looking, and she looked like a little mature
adult woman.  Her platinum hair was styled in a
labored French Twist with every hair held in place.
The woman had sucked her pussy almost all night
long.  My middle daughter made me laugh when she
told her story.

	Apparently she had gone home with Annett
Rousseau, the woman that liked to play the part of a
nun while the girl with her was dressed up in a girl's
school uniform.  She told us that when it was time
for bed the woman had told her all about how she
had cried so much the first night spent in the dorm
with a bunch of other girls, and how the nun in
charge of the dorm had taken her into her bedroom,
and let her sleep with her.  The nun had comforted
her by hugging and kissing her.  Then the nun slipped
her hand under her cotton nightgown and stroked
her pussy while she continued kissing her.

	The woman had removed her outer habit and
had on a simple white cotton gown with a simple
drawstring around the neck.  When the woman had
untied the string and stretched the neck the gown
fell down her body revealing her naked body.  The
woman took her to bed and they sucked each other
for a long time.

	I asked my oldest girl, "What happened after
you left the party with that woman I saw you
kneeling in front of yesterday?"

	She laughed before she told us what had taken
place.  She announced that she had drawn a joker, so
she went home with two women and another girl
from her high school.  She told us about having sex
with two women and another girl until the early
morning hours.  She told us about how she had been
fucked by one woman with a dildo, while she had
sucked her classmate's pussy while the other woman
fucked the girl's asshole with a dildo.  She even
admitted that she had been fucked in the ass too.

	We exchanged stories while we lounged around
all day.  When we got horny we took the edge off by
finger fucking and sucking pussy.  I couldn't believe
just how sexual my girls were.  We looked forward
to future club meetings.  I just had to meet that
woman that liked to play the nun.

	I didn't have to wait to meet Annett though.
My middle daughter and I were shopping at the mall
one afternoon.  She was buying new clothes, when we
happened to run into Annett.  She was also shopping
for clothes with her daughter.  Our girls were about
the same age.  My daughter introduced us to each
other, and told me that she was the mother who had
held her matching card.  I knew instantly who she
was.  We stood there talking to each other a little
too long, before she mentioned, in her charming
French accent, would you care to join us in a cup of
coffee?  Of course I agreed.

	We made our way to the Starbucks in the mall.
The girls opted for strawberry smoothies, while
Annett and I bought hazelnut lattés grandees'.  We
took our drinks out to the plastic tables located near
the water feature in the middle of the mall.  The
girls were talking about clothes and school, while I
engaged Annett in conversation about herself.

	Annett was not shy about talking about herself
at all.  She told me about her mother and father.
Apparently her father traveled a lot on business,
while her mother entertained a lot.  She explained
that her mother couldn't be bothered with children,
so she was raised by a nanny.  Her mother liked to
party with both men and women.  As soon as she was
old enough to start school she was shipped off to a
Catholic girl's boarding school.

	She told me that she didn't miss her parents,
because she hardly saw them, but it broke her heart
to be taken away from her nanny.  The nanny was
very special to her she slept with her, and had been
wet nursed by her.  She went to bed, sucking on her
nipples until she was sent off to school.  It was
natural that being separated from her beloved nanny
broke her heart.

	The first night she had to sleep in an old
dormitory in a small bed by herself caused her to
cry uncontrollably.  The nun that was in charge of
her dorm took her into her little room, so that she
wouldn't disturb the other girls.  The nun was a little
chubby woman that allowed her to sleep with her in
her narrow bed.  She had never seen a nun without
her habit on before.

	When she removed the cowl she had rather
short light brown hair that was matted down and in
need of a brushing.  Her face didn't have any makeup
on, and looked older without the cowl.  She stripped
off all of her undergarments before she pulled her
sleeping gown over her head.  I hated the smell of
the school nightgown, because it smelled of
mothballs, just like the coarse wool army blankets.
When we got in her bed I had to cuddle up close to
her body, just to stay on the bed.  To comfort me,
she stroked my back.  My head was resting between
her big breasts, so I did what came naturally to me,
and started sucking on one of her tits through her
nightgown.

	Sister Mary-Magdalena didn't get upset with
her, and instead she pulled her gown down to expose
one of her breasts, so that I could suck on her big
nipple.  She also pulled up Annett's gown, and started
rubbing her little pussy.  For several weeks the nun
allowed her to sleep with her.  The nun even started
sucking on Annett's pussy.  It was natural for Annett
to want to make the nun feel as nice as she was
making her feel.  By the time Annett was used to the
life of the boarding school she was comfortable with
sucking on the nun's hairy pussy.

	Apparently all of the girls in the school were
introduced to sex by the nuns.  When she was told
she had to sleep in the dorm with the other girls,
she was upset, but from the night she returned to
the dorm she was invited to share a bed with a girl
that was more or less the leader of the dorm.  She
may not have had breasts, but her hairless pussy was
wet.

	Annett told me that from that day on, a day
didn't go by that she didn't have sex with someone.
Her reward for doing well in school was to have sex
with the teacher, most of them were nuns, but a few
of them were lay teachers.  When she misbehaved,
punishment included bare bottom paddling, followed
by having to lick hairy pussies and assholes.  By the
time she was ready for college, sex was such a part
of her life, she insisted on going to Catholic girl's
college, where she could continue having sex with
nuns and willing roommates.

	She inherited a substantial amount of money
from her grandparents and parents.  The idea of
marriage was repugnant to her.  She had a
gynecologist friend from her alma mater that helped
artificial inseminate her with a female fetus
developed from one of her eggs to ensure that it
would be a girl.  She placed her hand on her
daughter's knee. Amanda was the result.

	I have to admit that Amanda is truly a
beautiful girl.  She has a sweet cherubic face that
belies her sexual appetite.  I swear our daughters
were about to start making love to each other right
then and there.  We had to tell them to cool it until
we got home.  Annett invited us to visit her.  She
gave me her address just in case we got separated.
I brought my car around the lot to where she was
parked, so that I could follow her home, but just in
case I plugged her address into my GPS (global
positioning satellite) guidance system built into my
radio.  Luckily I kept her in sight.

	She lived in a nice neighborhood with spacious
yards.  It was obvious that her property was
landscaped by professionals.  I was very impressed
with her home.  She led us directly to her bedroom
with a walk-in closet larger than my bedroom.  She
had a section dedicated to her costumes.  She had
nun habits from a variety of religious orders.  There
were also parochial girl's uniforms, labeled by size.
The plaid skirts represented the three schools
Annett attended.  There were even adult sizes for
women that wanted to role play the part of a school
girl.  Annett was the one to suggest that we play the
nuns while the girls selected uniforms to play the
part of our students.

	We selected appropriate costumes and retired
to separate rooms to change clothes.  It was only
appropriate to remove makeup before changing
clothes.  I debated about putting on sexy underwear
under my costume, but opted for total nudity under
the habit.  When I joined Annett in her private little
chapel she had on a very interesting Dutch Carmelite
habit.  She had on the black serge with the white
wimple covered by the starched white veil that looks
like a seagulls wings.  I had on the white habit with
the white wimple and black veil.  We both had on the
woolen sash belt around our waists, and crosses
around our necks.  Annett's was a very elaborate
silver cross.

	When the girls made their appearance they had
on black Mary-Jane's, white knee length socks, gray
on teal blue plaid pleated skirts, white blouses with
matching gray and teal blue plaid ties and blue long
sleeved sweater.  Their hair was pulled back from
their faces by black ribbons tied around their heads.
They both had book bags slung over their shoulders.
I learned that there were more than books in the
bags.  It turned out that they had sex toys in them
as well.

	Annett took my daughter into another room,
while Amanda and I had the family room to
ourselves.  I was unaware of how to conduct the role
playing game, but Amanda went right into her role of
a student being sent to the Mother Superior for
being caught in an inappropriate embrace with a
classmate.

	It was obvious what role she was playing, and I
assumed the role of stern disciplinarian.  I scolded
her for her conduct, while dragging her to a
barstool.  I forced her to drape herself over the
stool, and flipped her plaid skirt over her back,
exposing her underwear.  Rather than cotton granny
panties she had on a very scanty thong panty that
only had a little narrow strap running up the crack
of her butt.  I naturally had to scold her for wearing
inappropriate underwear.  I yanked them down to
her knees, effectively tying her legs together.  I
placed a hand on her back, to hold her down while I
spanked her butt, until her cheeks were glowing rosy
red.

	Amanda was crying and pleading that she would
be good, and wear proper panties from now on.  The
way she was draped over the stool, her vulva was
exposed between her thighs.  I deliberately slapped
her vulva, and besides her cries of pain, I witnessed
that her pussy started leaking lubricating juices.  I
ran my fingers between her labia, scooping up her
juices.  After smelling my fingers, I made her smell
my fingers, and scolded her for being such a slut
that she was getting off on the spanking.  Of course
I returned my fingers to her pussy, and finger
fucked her until she experienced a strong orgasm.

	When I pulled her back up to her feet, I
forced her to knees.  While I stood in front of her I
lifted my habit and woolen undergarment, and
dropped them over Amanda's body.  I pulled her head
against my crotch, while instructing her to say five
'Hail Mary's to the Alter of my womanhood.  I didn't
enjoy the feeling of her lips moving against my hairy
pussy while she repeated her prayers.  When she had
finished her prayers she started licking my pussy
until I had a satisfying cum, all over her face.

	When Annett returned with my daughter in
tow, she only had on her wimple and veil.  Her
beautiful body was totally naked, and sweaty.  My
daughter was also naked, and her butt was glowing
too.  Annett had to help me take off my habit and
undergarment, without removing my wimple and veil.
The four of us made our way to a comfortable
conversation pit, where we cuddled up in each other's
arms.  We masturbated each other, and sucked tits
and pussies.  I even sucked my own daughter's pussy
while watching Annett sucking her daughter's pussy.

	When we eventually got dressed and returned
home, we discussed what a thrill it was to party with
Annett and her daughter.  I looked forward to
future Mother Social Club parties.


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