Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2010 09:29:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naughty Underwear (lesbian/Incest, oral, f/F, fF/FF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between mothers
and daughters.  If this type of content offends you
or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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               Naughty Underwear
                      By
                     Jan

	Illona was gushing with enthusiasm at the
prospect of me taking her shopping for underwear
and swimsuits Friday afternoon after school.  There
is something very charming about a young girl's
bubbling personality.  When they are excited about
something they start talking non-stop.  Generally she
was a quiet girl, even shy.  The prospect of being
offered new clothes made her very nervous and
happy.  It was incredibly difficult to make her stop
her endless babbling.  She was changing her mind
about what she wanted almost as fast as she
completed a sentence.  It was beginning to make me
uncomfortable.  It was not easy to say no to her
demands.

	Once again she had obtained the best marks in
her classes.  Despite my needs to control our
expenses (most young divorced mothers can't be
extravagant).  I was willing to fulfill her desires
within limits.

	When we arrived at the mall we made our way
to a woman's clothing store owned by the mother of
a school friend of mine.  We had a great time
rummaging through the clothing racks at all of the
lovely clothes.  The owner kept complimenting Illona
about her 'healthy and athletic' look.

	After we had selected the items of underwear
my friend's mother was about to usher Illona into a
small changing room.  The woman said, "Please stay
here, Michelle.  I'll help Illona with her selection.
She will come out to model the clothes for your
approval."

	I was relegated to continuing to look through
the racks at the clothes.  I felt both pride in my
daughter's looks and ill at ease, mentioning discreetly
to Madame Genevieve Martine that I had a limited
budget.

	She assured me that we could discuss financial
matters later.  With a dramatic gesture she whisked
Illona into the changing room with their arms full of
delicate items of underwear.  It seemed to take a
long time between changes.  When they came out of
the changing room I was pleased to see how mature
my daughter looked in the form fitting slips.  When
she came out to show me the sexy and scanty bras
and panties I had to admit that my daughter looked
far more mature than her tender age would suggest.

	With each change it seemed to take longer and
when they emerged from the room Illona's face
looked more flushed.  I was not sure, but I had the
embarrassing feeling that I noticed a wet stain on
the crotch of a bikini bottom she came out to show
me.

	Mrs. Martine seemed even more flustered and
nervous than Illona.  My mind was racing at pictures
of the two of them in that cramped cubical
together.  Was I just being a dirty old woman or was
it perfectly innocent?

	We selected as many of the items as I felt I
could afford.  Mrs. Martine stepped behind the
counter and rang up our purchases.  I handed her a
credit card and showed her my driver's license while
she swiped my credit card.  She also wrote down my
address from my driver's license.  She was the one
that folded up our purchases and boxed them up.
We were talking while she was placing them in large
plastic shopping bags.  Illona and I took the bags and
Mrs. Martine kissed the two of us on the cheek
before we made our way to the exit.

	I felt a little embarrassed about my thoughts
as we drove home.  Illona was just as absorbed in
her own thoughts.  When we got home we were in a
good mood while we opened the boxes.  It was a
festive occasion.  Illona was graduating from girly
underwear to adult underwear.  She had selected
low-rider, high rise bikinis and she had even selected
a few thongs.  I did have to admit that her butt did
look nice fully exposed.  When she modeled the first
thong she showed me her butt and the way she
shifted her weight from foot to foot made her butt
cheeks virtually dance.

	Each pair of panties had matching bras.  Her
breasts were no larger than a 'B' cup but they did
look inviting hidden behind the lace material.  I had
not paid much attention to her body before.  Her
areolas had doubled in size, at least.  They had
gotten darker in color too.  The nipples had enlarged
as much as any adults.  I was admiring them when I
noticed the panties that had looked moist in the
store.  I picked them up and noticed that the crotch
was stiff.  I held them under my nose and smelled
the unmistakable odor of cum.

	When Illona saw what I was doing she blushed
like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie
jar.  I had to ask, "What when on in the changing
room?"

	Illona hesitated, "Mama, I'm embarrassed to
tell you!"

	"Honey, I will not be angry with you."

	"Mrs. Martine played with me while she helped
me change clothes.  At first I thought she was just
accidently touching my tits and pussy.  It did feel
good though.  Each time I changed underwear she
managed to touch my private parts even more.
Eventually she backed me up against the wall of the
cubical and she used her fingers to play with my
pussy.  She rubbed that little nub until I could not
keep from cumming, as she called it."

	I have to admit, just listening to her describe
how the woman masturbated her, turned me on.  I
could feel my own panties getting wet.  I handed her
the soiled panties and asked her to put them on.
While she was disrobing I studied her pussy.  Her
hips were wider than they had been a year ago.  Her
vulva was larger and there was the beginning of
pubic hair growing down there to match the auburn
hair on her head.  She was still young enough that
her labia were well hidden within the crack of her
pussy.

	When she stepped into the scanty panties and
pulled them up, I could not resist placing my hand on
the warmth of the thin material.  I felt the stiff
material get moist again.  The longer I rubbed her
pussy the wetter she was getting.  I slipped my hand
down the front of her panties and felt the soft
hairs parting as my finger sought out and found that
little ridge running down the middle of her pussy.  I
used my finger to pull the hood back and expose her
clit.  I even slipped my finger into her pussy to test
her hymen to establish that she was still a virgin.  I
must have pushed a little too hard because Illona
flinched and whimpered.

	Having caused her pain I naturally did what I
had always done for her boo-boo's.  I knelt in front
of her and pulled the front of the panties down and
kissed her right on her pussy.

	Illona reacted as if I had touched her with an
electric wire for a moment.  Then she placed her
hands on my head and smashed my face against her
wet pussy.  I taught her what a tongue fucking was
all about.  When Illona climaxed she did not just
have one, she started having multiple orgasms.

	Having broken the ice Illona wanted to
experience everything that afternoon.  We took
turns sucking each other's breasts and we sucked
each other's pussy.  I even taught her just how
pleasurable it was to have someone rim her tight
little asshole.  We eventually had to clean up before
her father got home.

	The next day we returned to Mrs. Martine's
shop.  It was more crowded of course.  At least she
had my old high school classmate, Eve, helping that
day.  I kissed my classmate and Mrs. Martine on the
cheek in greeting.  When Mrs. Martine saw us she
got a big smile on her face.  She told me that Eve
was her daughter.  I told her, "I want to thank you
for opening up a new relationship between my
daughter and me!"

	Mrs. Martine invited us to come back after six-
o'clock in the evening.  Illona and I went to the
Cineplex to watch a movie to pass the time.  We
went back to the store at closing time and Mrs.
Martine let us in.  She led us to the stock room.
There was a Formica topped table in the middle of
the room, where they opened boxes of incoming
merchandise.  Eve led me to a black leather modern
couch with chrome steel legs.  She had me sit down
next to her while her mother ushered Illona to the
table where she picked her up and placed her on the
table.  The table top was slippery enough that Mrs.
Martine could move her around easily.  She took off
all of Illona's clothes in short order.  Mrs. Martine
was certainly no spring chicken, but she still had a
good figure.  When she stripped off her clothes she
left on her garter-belt, nylons and sling pumps.  Her
skin was a little dry and starting to sag a little, but
she was still good looking.  She pulled Illona to the
edge of the table, and parted her legs.

	I felt Eve's hand on my lap while we watched
her mother sucking my daughter's pussy.  We
started undressing each other while watching her
mother depowering Illona's pussy.  We could not take
our eyes off of the action.  We sat there playing
with each other's tits and pussies while we watched
the older woman mount the table and straddle my
daughter's head.  The two of them were busy sucking
each other's pussy with gusto.

	When I could stand it no more I went to the
floor and spread Eve's legs so that I could suck her
pussy.  It was insane the way the four of us changed
partners time and time again.  The last act was
Illona and me sucking each other while Eve and her
mother sucked each other's pussy for our benefit.



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