Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 18:33:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Alexander Hall <terminus.omega@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Eighteenth: Show Me (F/f, mother/daughter, oral, rimming)

For some time now I had been curious what it would be like to be with
another woman. I had plenty of experience with boys, but I wanted to know
what it was like having sex with a woman. I knew it would be different,
physically and emotionally, but that wasn't enough. I wanted to know how it
was to make love to someone of my own sex. Sadly, being the small town girl
that I was meant it was hard to find someone who would let me. Most
lesbians in this town were very closeted, especially all the attractive
ones. The only ones who were really open were the really butch types and I
was not attracted to those ones. I liked pretty, feminine girls. I wanted
one who looked like a woman.

The only woman I knew who liked other girls and was pretty, was mom. She
was openly bisexual, unlike me. Just about everyone who knew her knew she
took lovers of both sexes to her bed. I had seen her bring men home, and
women. She'd had girlfriends and boyfriends in the time I had been alive,
and she'd always been open with me about it. From the start she told me
they were her partners. I knew about people being intimate with those of
their own sex from a very young age. Mom had been a single mother all my
life. She'd told me from my early teens that I had been born from one of
her one night stands. She had wanted to be a mother for some time, and she
happily raised me on her own. I envied her for her bravery in being open. I
wish I could be as confident in asking girls out as she was.

Nearing my eighteenth birthday, my desire to have sex with another woman
was consuming me deeply. I just had to know what it felt like. I was
basically ignoring boys at this point. They were uninteresting to me right
now. I was purely focused on the ladies around me, imagining one or another
in bed with me. I was driving myself crazy at this point. I just had to
know how it felt. If only, if only I could find one attractive woman who'd
let me play with her, I could finally see what it was like, that I could
quench my Sapphic thirst. I was practically analyzing every woman I was
attracted to, looking for some sign, some hint that maybe she'd let me go
to bed with her.

About one month before my birthday, fortune finally shined my direction. I
was in our living room, on my laptop with the TV whirring in the
background, when I spied mom and her latest paramour, her friend Anna,
leaving her room and her walking Anna out. I tried my best to act like I
did not notice them, but as they passed me, I glanced out the corner of my
eye at them. Anna is a very pretty woman, and I could see why mom loved
being with her. There was no real romance to their relationship. They were
fuck buddies. Whenever they needed fulfillment and could not find anyone,
they came to each other. I felt a tremble go down my body as I watched mom
hug Anna before she left, and as they kissed, not like friends but like
lovers. Oh, to be in mom's place at that moment, or Anna's.

As their lips parted, they happily stared into each other's eyes. They
kissed one last time and then Anna left, mom giving a smack to her ass as
she walked out. I giggled, and that's when mom turned to me, a small blush
coming over her face. She smiled, closed the door and sat next to me on the
couch. I smiled at her. "I bet you two had fun." I joked with her. She
blushed again, almost covering her face. "Wish I had the guts to just go up
to people and ask to fuck them." Mom looked at me incredulously. "Sophie,
watch your language, and you know you could find someone easily. You're a
pretty girl and I'm sure boys are all over you." I nodded. "They are, but
they're not what I want right now."

Mom looked at me, a little puzzled. I caught myself then. Looks like I had
just come out to my mom about being bisexual. "You like girls too, don't'
you sweetie?" She asked. I nodded again. "Now I'm sure there are some
lovely young ladies out there who'd let you have some fun. You just have to
ask." Easy for her to say, she was a lot more of a free spirit than
me. "Now, honey, changing the subject, I need to know what you want for
your birthday. It's a month away and you have not given me any idea about
what you want." To be honest, I had not thought at all about that. I had
most of what I needed, and wanted. The one thing I wanted, she could not
give me. Or could she?

Mom had taken many other female lovers to her bed, what was one more, even
if I was her daughter? I had no idea what made me suddenly want to ask my
mom for lesbian sex, I had never had any sexual attraction to her, but at
that moment, it was what I wanted.

It was a strange request. Definitely something out of the ordinary. She'd
never expect it, and maybe she'd even be angry at me for asking it, but
fuck it, I was that eager to be with another woman. I didn't care at this
moment if she was my mom. I wanted to know, and she was the perfect person
to ask. I looked her right in the eye. "I do have something in
mind. Something I hope you can give me." Mom smiled. "Well, out with it
then, what does my little girl want?" I smiled and just let it out. "Mom,
for my birthday, I want you to show me what it's like to be with another
woman."

She looked at me with utter shock, she was speechless for a few minutes,
before she got up, and slapped me hard. "Sophie, how can you even think of
asking me that? I'm your mother. That is not something a daughter asks her
mother for. I hope you realize how wrong what you just said was, and think
of something else." With that, she turned away from me and walked back to
her room. The slam of her door told me she was very angry. I was hurt, but
I was not done. I had another month still. Maybe I could convince her to
give me what I wanted. I didn't want anything else for my birthday from
her. I would remain adamant. Nothing was going to change my mind.

Things were very tense in our house for the next month as my birthday drew
nearer. Mom would ask me often if I had thought of what I wanted, what I
actually wanted, and my answer did not change. At first, she seemed angry
each time I told her I wanted to go to bed with her. After a week, she just
seemed to get flustered, then she just sighed and shook her head. I had a
feeling I was wearing her down. I still had my doubts she'd let me learn
with her. It was strange, that having never been sexually attracted to my
mom, that suddenly I really wanted to be with her. Maybe there were other
women who could show me, but I really wanted it to be her to take my
Sapphic cherry. I wanted her to show me what it was like with another
woman. The day before my birthday, she still said no, and I was worried I'd
never change her mind. Then, on my birthday, what she said surprised me, as
I was expecting another rejection.

She asked me, as she had done every day for the last month, at breakfast if
I had given any more thought to what I wanted. I looked at her with the
same stern expression I had used every day. "I have mom, and I stand by
what I said a month ago. I've thought it over time and time again, and what
I want more than anything is for you to show me what it's like with another
woman." She sat down and sighed as I said this. "I worried this would
happen. That you would not change your mind." She looked down, away from
me, for a few moments, before eyeing me again. "I was apprehensive about
giving you such a thing. I'm your mother, it wouldn't be right. But you're
my baby, and I don't want to make you upset, not on such a special
birthday." She shook her head for a bit, then looked at me again. "I didn't
tell anyone, except Anna, what you had asked me for. I told her I was
apprehensive about it, but I did consider granting your wish." I gasped in
shock as she said this. She had not given me any sign for the last month
that she was considering saying yes.

"Anna even offered to do it in my place, she's always found you to be a
pretty girl. Yet, despite that, I couldn't let her do it. I will not say I
don't still have reservations. I do, but they're small. So, if that is what
you really want, I'll do it. I'll show you what it's like to be with
another girl. Come to my room tonight, and I'll teach you the joys of
Sapphic love." I trembled as she said this. I would get to see what it was
like, to be with another girl, and I could not wait. Before I left the
house that afternoon, to go out with my best friend, mom hugged me goodbye,
and to my surprise, kissed me. Not a mother-daughter kiss either. She
kissed me hard on the lips, and held it for at least a minute or so. I was
dazed when she pulled away. "That's a preview for tonight." She giggled,
then walked away, shaking her ass at me. I trembled again, then left.

I was eager for tonight as me and my friends partied for my birthday. We
went bowling, saw a movie and shopped, but still part of me was focused on
tonight. I was both excited and nervous. When I got home, I was surprised
to see the house was dark. I unlocked the door and saw a note from mom
taped to it. It told me to go straight to my room, the first part of my
gift was there. I eagerly ran to my room, and saw a white box on my
bed. Another note from mom was on it, telling me to put what was inside on,
then come downstairs. My hands shook as I opened the box. Inside was a blue
silk dress, and a set of white lace underwear. I quickly doffed my street
clothes and put on mom's gift. It fit me like a glove. I shivered as I felt
the fabric glide over me. Feeling very desirable in the dress, I rushed
downstairs.

When I got down, I noticed something I hadn't before. Mom had put out my
birthday dinner, but there was more. Candles were all that lit the table,
and there was sweet music playing from our dining room radio. I could
barely see mom, off to the side of the table in the warm candlelight. She
was smiling at me, then beckoned me to her. She was wearing her prettiest
dress. I walked up to her, we embraced, and then she kissed me. This was a
lover's kiss, and it got me so hot. I trembled in her arms. "What's with
all this?" I asked her when our lips parted. "I didn't want tonight to just
be a fuck and run." She giggled. "I want your first time with another woman
to be special. Making love to another woman is a very lovely thing, and I
want you to have fond memories of it." I smiled as she said this, then
kissed her. This time, our lips parted and our tongues dueled. We both
moaned when our tongues met. We soon pulled apart, then sat down to dinner.

Through dinner she asked me all sorts of questions. What had made me so
curious, why I had asked her, things like that? I answered the best I
could. It was still a lovely romantic dinner, filled with sweet laughs and
giggles, meaningful glances and some flirtatious banter. I could hardly
wait for her to take me to bed. Finished with our meal, she rose first,
came to my side of the table and extended her hand. I took it and she
pulled me up, kissed me and led me to her room. The room was bathed in soft
light, a few scented candles burning, and that same music from downstairs
playing here as well, though quieter. I turned to her, smiling and
blushing. She kissed me again, then undid the zipper at the back of my
dress. I took this as my cue and did the same to hers. In seconds, both our
dresses pooled at our feet. She embraced me again, kissing my neck and
shoulders as she undid my bra, then kissed down my body before shucking off
my panties. I did the same to her, but I made her jump with a small bite to
her neck.

Mom and I stood there for a moment, our eyes roving over each other's naked
bodies. Sure, she had seen me naked before, but not like this, and I had
never seen her like this. Our bodies were pretty much the same. Same blonde
hair, blue eyes and pink lips. I had a smaller nose than her, and my face
was rounder. Looking over our bodies, you could see some differences. I had
bigger tits than she did. She was always jealous of me for that. I was a
DD-cup while she was only a C-cup. We both had the same light pink
nipples. She had that motherly pooch in her belly, not big, but still
present. My stomach was still flat. Her hips were wider than mine, probably
from having a kid, but our legs were pretty much carbon copies. Both svelte
and smooth. Just like me, she had a plump pussy that was nicely shaven. We
had the same ass, but with her wider hips, hers looked better than mine. I
was basically just a younger, slightly bustier version of my mother. I
could feel myself getting wet and my nipples hardening as I looked her
over. To my delight, she was feeling the same, I could see the juices
beginning to run down her thighs, and her nipples were throbbing too.

I could not wait another moment. What I had wanted was so near, and I had
waited long enough. I grabbed mom's hand and pulled her too me. "Ohhhh."
She yelped in surprise as I pulled her body against mine and put my lips to
hers. They were so soft and delicate, so unlike any boy I had kissed. I
trembled as I felt her soft body meld against mine. Our breasts pushing
into each other, the softness of her skin against my own, our sexes barely
grazing each other's. This is what I had longed for, to feel another
woman's body against me. It was different, as I had expected, from having a
man against me, but still enjoyable, if not more. Soon, I felt her tongue
prodding at my lips and I happily opened to accept it. She was very skilled
with her tongue work, sliding it sensuously into my mouth. It's wet
smoothness soon mingling with my own tongue, and I moaned into her as our
tongues began to dance. She was very delicate, very languid with her
kissing. Every man I had kissed like this had been so aggressive. I knew at
that moment I liked kissing girls more. I could feel my pussy getting
wetter, my thighs getting sticker. Her kiss turned me on so much. It was
not just how hot she kissed me, but the fact that it was my mom that was
kissing me like this that got me so hot.

For the next ten minutes, maybe more, I stood in my mom's room, her body
against mine, kissing her delectable lips. Our hands roved over each
other's bodies, feeling every soft, warm curve. I think my favorite part to
feel was her ass. She had very nice feeling tits, but her ass was just pure
heaven. I could not let it go. As we finally parted, she led me to her bed,
smiled at me again, then gave me a quick kiss. "You have a wonderful ass,
mom." I told her, blushing. "I know honey, mommy's lovers always tell her
that. I must say, you have some very nice tits. Mommy has never felt tits
that nice." Her comment made a strong blush cover my face and chest. She
giggled, then pulled me until I lay on her bed. I was breathing heavily as
she stood over me, then knelt down and stroked her hand over my body. "Now,
just lay back and let mommy show you how a woman pleases another
woman. You'll love it, and I think I will too." I trembled as she said
this, my excitement growing as she leaned down, kissed into the crook of my
neck, biting me, before she kissed down to my breasts.

I shook with anticipation as she kissed down my breast, closer with each to
my hard nipple. Each kiss I hoped would be the one she took my nipple in
her mouth. After kissing just before it, she pushed her tongue to my nipple
and strummed it. "Ohhhh." I wheezed, starting to writhe as she toyed with
my nubbins. My nipples had always been very sensitive, and mom knew just
how to treat them. My eyes were shut and my breathing was heaving as she
began to suck my nipples, going back and forth over my mounds. I was
moaning between gasps as I felt my titflesh yield in her hands. "Ohhhh
mommy." I groaned. I yelped when she bit hard into my nipple. She giggled,
then kissed further down my body. I was wet now, anticipating my mother's
mouth on my pussy. She stopped her kisses right when her lips touched my
snatch. I watched with half-lidded eyes as she stared deep into my sex,
taking as strong whiff of my essence.

She started very slowly, with long broad licks over my lips. My hands began
to grip the sheets. I gasped hard when she parted my lips and began to suck
on my inner folds, before slamming her tongue deep into my
channel. "Uhhhnnnn." I grunted, my heart racing as she ate me, tasting my
most sacred treasure. She moaned in appreciation of my taste, little "mmm"s
coming from her as she feasted on me. I grunted again when she put one,
then two fingers inside as she continued to lick. Pushing them in and out,
twisting and hooking, all while she continued slurping on my mound. Soon I
felt her tongue prodding at my clit's hood, then I jumped when she started
sucking on my button. "Ohh mommy, please, make me come." I begged. She
giggled, then aggressively attacked my sex. I could barely hold on, and I
came. "Ahhhhhhnnnnn." I moaned as my climax washed over me. I was panting
loudly as I came down, my chest rises and falling hard. Mom just smiled as
she rose from between my legs, then kissed me. I moaned again as I tasted
my juices on her lips.

I looked deep into her eyes as we parted. I was covered in sweat, my hair
matted to my forehead. "That was wonderful mom. I have not come that hard
in a long time." She smiled again. "It was nice for me too, honey. My
little girl has such a tasty pussy." I shivered as she said this, hearing
my mom talk so dirty. We resumed our kiss, continuing to share my juices. I
soon rolled her over, I wanted to taste her too. I gave no warning, no sign
of patience. I dove straight into her breasts. I had wanted them for the
last month, and now they'd be mine. I shoved my face deep into her valley,
surrounding my face in tit. It was so soft and warm, I felt like I could
fall asleep in this spot. I licked and bit all over her tits, squeezing
them roughly. Mom did not complain, she just moaned as I mauled her tits. I
sucked hard on her nipples, sucking the same tits that once nourished
me. She was panting hard, and I took that as my cue to do more. I did not
wait, I did not take my time. I wanted to taste her most treasured spot. I
was itching and aching to kiss where I came from.

I sat for a moment, taking in the beauty of her pussy. My lips trembled as
I drew closer, her scent filling my nostrils. I moaned and gasped as it hit
me. I buried my face in her sex, coating me with her nectar. I peppered her
lips with tiny kisses and slow small licks. "Mmmmm." She moaned lightly. I
wanted more, and I pried her lips apart. A second wave of her scent hit me
as I parted her lips, and it made me tremble. I licked deep into her,
tasting her womanhood. She tasted splendid. I wanted more, so much more,
and ate agrresively. She panted and yelped as I bit and licked inside
her. "Ooooh, Sophie, harder. Lick me up. Make mommy feel good." She
screamed.

I was scared for a minute our neighbors would hear. I did as she asked, I
ate her with gusto. I mopped up every drop of her I could. Her nectar was
like ambrosia to me. The first pussy I ever tasted and I was addicted. I
jammed my fingers into her, not caring about being gentle. I liked being
rough, and she responded as I hoped. I felt her sugar walls contract around
my fingers, and I knew she was coming. I continued to lick as she rode out
her come. When she stopped shaking, panting hard, I rose up from her and
kissed her. We now shared her juices, and it was like heaven. I knew from
that day on I would have many more female partners. I parted my lips from
hers, and we sat for a moment, our eyes delving deep into each other.

I got off of her and she rose as well. We embraced again, our sweat and
come drenched bodies sliding wetly against each other as we kissed. Her
hands played with my tits, toying with my nipples. My hands groped all over
her ass. She soon parted from me. I was about to whine, but she put her
finger to my lips. "Lay down, baby, on your front. I have something awesome
I want to show you. It may seem weird, but you'll love it. I don't expect
you to return, I just want to show you." I did as she said and lay upon her
bed. She straddled over me, but then I felt her slide down my ass and legs,
her hands rubbing over my back lower and lower, until she reached my ass. I
began to tremble as her hands cupped the cheeks of my ass and rubbed them.

A small moan came from within me as she did this, before I gasped as she
spread my globes and I felt her hot breath blow through my rear cleft. Then
I jumped when I felt her tongue lick down my crack until it touched my
rosebud and prodded. I trembled again as she licked up and down over my
asshole. It was so naughty, and so hot, for her to lick me
there. "Uhhhhhnnnn, oh god, that feels so good, mommy." I wheezed. She just
seemed to giggle, never stopping her lathing of my asshole. This felt so
amazing. I was very turned on. It was so hot, and so naughty. My mother was
licking my ass. Soon, her tongue sped up and she was rapidly thrumming
against my asshole.

I've had anal sex before, and I knew my ass was a huge turn-on point for
me, so to feel mom worship my ass like this, was really getting me going. I
could feel it building, a deep feeling of pent up joy building in my
stomach, shooting to my pussy and ass. She prodded deeper and it
intensified. "Mommy, I'm so close. Worship your little girl's ass, it feels
so good." She giggled as I said this, and she spread my cheeks more,
lathing over more of my ass. I could not take it anymore, and I came. I lay
there on the bed panting as my orgasm came over me. I felt so weak. Mom
removed her tongue from my ass, I whined at this. She just smiled, turned
me over and cuddled me to her breast as I came down.

Once my head finally cleared, I looked up at mom with a smile on my
face. "Did you like that, baby?" She asked as she stroked my hair. I
nodded. "I loved it mom. I never knew it felt so good to have your ass
worshipped." Mom giggled. "I know, it feels wonderful. I love having my
lady lovers do it. Anna loves tonguing my ass, she also thinks it's the
best part of me." I laughed, I had to agree. "So, was that what you were
hoping for?" She asked. I smiled. "Yes, it was. It was wonderful. I never
knew it could be so lovely making love to another woman. Thank you, mommy."
I said as I pushed my head up and kissed her. For a few minutes, we lay
there kissing. Soon, our lips parted. We were both exhausted. I laid my
head against mom's chest, my lips around her succulent nipple again,
suckling happily. Both of us were drenched in sweat and sticky with the
other's juices, but I did not care. That night with mom had been awesome,
and now I knew for sure that I loved women as much as I did men. I knew
there would be more Sapphic liaisons in my future, as this had been too
good to happen once. I should ask mom if she'd let me have a go at Anna,
she is just my type.