Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 09:56:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Newlyweds Next door (lesbian/incest, oral anal, g/FF, g/FFFF

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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              Newlywed Next Door
                      By
                     Jan

	I was a ten year old when a newlywed couple
moved into the house next door.  They were a young
couple.  I learned that she was twenty-two and he
was twenty-nine.  Their names were Robert and Amy
Wilson.  It took a while for them to meet and get
acquainted with their neighbors.  My parents were in
their early thirties at the time

	My parents welcomed them into the
neighborhood warmly.  Mother and Amy became
friends enough that they didn't feel unwelcome
entering each other's home unannounced.  Everything
came to a crashing end when Mother walked into
Amy's home excited about some relatively
unimportant thing, forgotten about after Mother
heard my father's voice coming from Amy's bedroom.

	When she entered the bedroom she was
confronted by the sight of my father fucking Amy
widely.  Mother came rushing home in tears.  The end
result was Mother filing for a divorce right away and
kicking my father out of the house.

	I remember hearing him asking where he was
going to spend the night, and Mother screaming, "I
DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU HAVE TO SLEEP
UNDER A RAILROAD OVERPASS.  ANYTHING LEFT
BEHIND WILL BE THROWN INTO THE TRASH!"

	I was upset for my mother.  I heard her crying
in her bedroom that night, and I went and got in bed
with her.  I hugged and kissed her tear stained
cheeks.  We comforted each other during the night.
I began sleeping in bed with her after that.

	As a result of the publicity about my mother
divorcing my father, Amy's husband divorced her.  He
moved out leaving her behind.  For many months there
was a very strained relationship between Amy and
Mother and me.  Mother and I wouldn't talk to her,
and gave her dirty looks if we happened to be
outdoors at the same time.

	Both women had to go to work because there
was no way they could live on the settlements from
the divorces.  The two women often left home and
came home from work at the same time, so they had
to see each other regularly.

	One Saturday Amy knocked on our front door.
Mother was about to slam the door in her face, when
Amy pleaded, "Please let me talk to you, Martha?"

	Mother stepped back and let Amy enter.  I was
in the family room and able to hear their conversation
coming from the dining room.

	Amy told mother, "I didn't mean to break up
your family.  It broke my heart when you saw your
husband fucking me!  I really don't even like men!"

	Mother shot back with venom in her voice,
"Then why the HELL were you fucking my husband?"

	Any was almost crying, "It is a long story, I only
married my husband because I thought I wanted to
settle down and have a family like the one you have."

	Mother demanded, "Then why did you break up
my marriage?"

	Amy pleaded, "I didn't mean to do that.  In
truth I really wanted to be your lover.  Having sex
with your husband was my way of feeling something
that had been in you!"

	That statement must have puzzled Mother.
Mother asked, "What are you talking about?"

	Amy said, "As I told you it is a long story.  I
never liked men.  I knew I was a lesbian from the
time I entered puberty.  I have always hid my sexual
desires from everyone except a few girlfriends.  I
dated boys in high school, while I was actually having
sex with my girlfriends.  When I went away to college
I had a wild time.  I was a real party girl.  I was
drinking, smoking and fucking all of my sorority
sisters.  I even had a long lasting love affair with my
faculty advisor.  After I graduated I felt like I
should settle down and have a family like everyone
else, so I married and moved to the suburbs, only to
meet you and fall in love with you."

	Mother was stunned my Amy's confession.  It is
worth noting that Amy was a very feminine looking
young woman.  She looked like a pinup girl.  Mother
was very nice looking, even with the extra fifteen
pounds.

	Hearing the confession made my pussy tingle.
For the first time I realized the reason I wanted to
sleep with my mother was because I wanted to have
sex with her.  I knew I should feel guilty, but my
pussy itched so much that I couldn't resist rubbing
my crotch.  I tiptoed to the entrance to the dining
room, where I could watch them without them
noticing me.

	While mother was sitting there in stunned
silence Amy reached out and touched her arm.
Before Mother could react Amy leaned forward and
kissed Mother on the lips.

	Mother responded by pulling back and pushing
Amy away.  "Hold on I'm not a lesbian!"

	Amy started crying like a baby, "I can't help it!
I have always been attracted to women like you!  I
know I shouldn't love you, but I can't help it!"

	Mother said, "I think you should leave now!"

	Amy rose and was dabbing her eyes as she
headed for the door.  I swiftly made my way back to
the family room.  I appeared to be watching the
television when Mother came into the room.  She
simply asked if I would like something to drink.

	Of course I asked for a Coke, but she
suggested some tea, because she didn't want me
consuming that much sugar.  I couldn't tell if Mother
was thinking about what Amy had said, but Mother
must have been thinking about what had just
transpired as much as me.  I was as nervous as a
murderer waiting for the man to throw the switch on
an electric chair.  Eventually bedtime arrived.

	When Mom was safely in bed I crawled in bed
with her and cuddled up next to her warm body and
wrapped my arms around her body.  Mom turned to
face me and I kissed her on the mouth but didn't end
it right away.  There was a moment that Mom went
rigid, but just as quickly she returned the kiss.  I
didn't know if or what I should do next.  I wanted to
feel my mother's breasts, but was afraid to make the
move.  It was driving me crazy feeling her heart beat
and smelling her body.  I couldn't sleep any more than
she could.

	While Mother was kissing me I felt her hand
slide down my back and come to rest on my butt.  She
gripped my butt and squeezed it firmly.  She said,
"We need to talk!"

	With that she sat up and moved her body up the
bed as she adjusted her pillow against the headboard
so that she could rest against the headboard.  She
lifted her left leg and placed it on the other side of
my body.  She pulled me around so that my back was
to her and I was sitting between her legs with my
back resting against her breasts.  She pulled my hair
away from my cheek as she said in my ear in almost a
whisper, "Did you hear what Amy was telling me
tonight?"

	I was embarrassed to admit I had
eavesdropped, but I simply admitted that I couldn't
help hearing the conversation.

	Mother said, "I had never heard anything like
that before.  For some reason I thought about you.  I
have been having sexual feelings for you when you
sleep with me.  Have you felt the same way?"

	I turned my head trying to see her eyes, but
could not get a good look at her with my back against
her body.  I whispered, "I have wanted to feel your
tits."

	Mother kissed me on the cheek, and placed her
larger hand on my small breasts.  I had always envied
her large 38-C breasts, and wished mine would hurry
up and grow.  It was very stimulating to feel her
fingers playing with my small nipples.  I could hardly
breathe.  I struggled to turn my body, so that I could
kiss her.  I placed my hand on her tit.  It felt so soft
under my hand, and I could feel her large nipple
through her silken nightgown.  I even bent down to
mouth her tit through the nightgown.

	Mother interrupted me long enough to slip her
hand inside the wet nightgown to pull her tit out.  As
soon as she released her breast I covered the nipple
with my mouth.  I think it was as satisfying for
Mother as it was for me.  We kissed and played with
each other's tits for a long time.  Eventually both of
us were driven to feel each other's pussies.  We
rubbed and fingered each other's pussy until we
came.  We eventually cuddled up on the bed and went
to sleep with my head resting on her armpit, so that I
could suck on her nipple all night.  The next morning
was a new world.

	We were a little embarrassed when we woke up
and realized that it had not been a dream.  We took
turns showering before I had to return to my room to
get dressed for school.  We had a quick breakfast,
and Mom dropped me off at school, on her way to
work.  I was distracted all day at school, all I could
think about was my mother's tits and pussy.  I walked
home quickly.

	I changed clothes right away.  I slipped on a
pair of old threadbare cut-off jeans that were so
tight that the seam forced itself right between my
pussy lips.  For a top I selected a short red T-shirt
with a logo 'M & M' stenciled in white across the
front.  My midsection was fully exposed.  I hated
wearing shoes anyway.  I settled down at my desk and
started doing my homework.  I was so distracted that
I had to do everything three times to make sure it
was correct.  When I finished I went downstairs to
pour myself a cold class of water.  I was walking back
to the living room when I heard a car pulling into the
gravel driveway, and assumed it was Mother.

	When I went out on the porch, I saw that it was
Amy pulling into her gravel driveway.  I waved at her
in a friendly greeting, for the first time since
everything had happened.  She smiled and returned
my wave.  While she was taking a paper shopping bag
out of the back seat, I came around her car to help
her carry a bag into the house.

	Amy casually said, "I guess that you have
forgiven me for breaking up your home!"

	"Oh, yes Mother and I talked about what you
told her yesterday!"

	"Amy looked shocked, "You know what we
discussed yesterday?"

	I blushed, "I overheard what you told her, and
we discussed it later."

	Amy looked me in the eye, "And you forgive me
for confessing that I'm gay, and really horny for your
mother?"

	I had to smile, "I have wanted to make love to
my mother for years now.  Would you teach me how
women love each other?"

	Amy smiled, "I haven't had sex with anyone your
age since I was your age.  Besides if your mother
found out I was fucking you, she would probably kill
me on the spot!"

	I chuckled, "I don't think she would do anything
like that.  Would you tell me about how you found out
that you were gay then?"

	Amy offered me something to drink, and I
asked for ice water.  She led me to the kitchen
where she retrieved two glasses and filled them from
a bottle in the fridge.  We sat down at her dining
table, and took a sip before she started talking.

	Amy began her life story, "I remember when I
started school, that Mother gave me a birthday party
when I was in first grade.  There were some local
kids and most of my classmates from school there.
There were the usual gifts, cake, and ice-cream.
Then we played games, under the supervision of the
mothers.  Eventually we started playing hide and
seek.  One of the girls in my class took me by the
hand and pulled me into the garage, and locked the
door behind us.  The only way into the garage was
with a key for the door or the garage door."

	"There was a cheap copy of a wool Persian rug
rolled up and tied with string lying next to the work
bench.  She kissed me on the mouth, and reached
under her party dress and pulled off her panties.
She straddled the rug and started rubbing her pussy
against the rug.  She invited me to do the same thing,
so I pulled off my panties and faced her as I sat on
the rug.  I liked the feeling of my naked crotch
rubbing the rug."

	"The girl pushed me back so that I was lying on
the rug with my feet on the floor.  She bent over and
started licking and kissing my pussy.  She eventually
sat up and asked me to kiss her pussy.  She lay back
giving me access to her little pussy.  I bent over her
and smelled my first pussy, before I puckered up and
kissed her pussy.  She told me to lick it."

	"We eventually heard voices calling our names,
so we put our panties back on, and slipped out of the
garage to join the party.  We told them we had been
in the bathroom.  That was the start of my lifelong
fascination with pussy."

	I was getting turned on by her story, "Tell me
more?"

	Amy continued, "I was seeing that girl regularly,
and we gathered a group of other girls to party with.
We would gather in the playhouse of one of the girls
and we played spin the bottle, only we kissed the
pussy of the girl the bottle pointed at."

	"When I was ten or eleven years old I was
sleeping overnight with one of the girls.  She shared
a room with an older sister.  Her sister was fourteen
years old, and I had been fascinated watching her
getting ready for bed."

	"She had very firm breasts with large brownish
areolas and a patch of dark hair covering her vulva.
The sister saw what I was looking at, and approached
her sister's bed and stuck her crotch right in my
face, and told me to eat her pussy.  I clung to her
hips and did my best to please her.

	"I did develop fast, by the time I was twelve I
had nice sized tits and a little patch of pubic hair."

	"One day walking home from school I passed the
home of one of the girls I was playing with, her
Armenian mother invited me in for a drink.  When we
were inside her home she guided me to her bedroom.
She started hugging and kissing me.  It didn't take
long to shed our clothes.  I was overwhelmed with the
size of her brown tits.  They reminded me of balloons
half filled with water.  They sagged under their own
weight almost to her waist.  The big nipples pointed
to the floor, and her lower tummy hung over her
crotch, and she supported her body on thick legs.
The straight black pubic hair almost hid her pussy.
Her labia minor protruded and she had stainless steel
hoops attached to each side of her labia.  She even
hooked her fingers in the hoops to spread her pussy
open for me, to see everything.  That was the first
adult woman I ever had sex with, but not the last."

	"As you probably heard, in college I was fucking
my sorority sisters all of the time.  I was a liberal
arts major, and I took art appreciation and music
appreciation.  The two women that taught the classes
soon became my additional lovers.  The art teacher
was showing me a photograph of Rembrandt's painting
- The Sleepers.  The painting is of two naked chubby
women sleeping with each other with arms and legs
intertwined.  There was a string of pearls draped
over the thigh of one of the women.  The teacher
asked me what I thought of the painting, and I said,
'It looks like they made good use of those pearls!' She
smiled and placed her hand on my butt.  I turned and
kissed her right in front of the class.  After class I
went home with her.  She showed me her collection of
plastic beads, and we made good use of them."

	"After I graduated I went to work, and decided
it was time for me to settle down.  That is where
everything didn't work out the way I planned.  My
husband didn't like oral sex and I missed wet
pussies."

	By the time she finished her story, we heard my
mother's car pulling into our driveway.  Amy
suggested that I better go home.  I told her that I
had left a note for my mother.  We sat there
drinking our water and I told her, "Last night I
sucked Mother's tits and we rubbed each other's
pussies until we came."

	It took a while before Mother knocked at the
door.  Amy got up to let her in.  When she entered
the kitchen I saw that Mother had changed her
clothes.  She had on a fresh yellow gingham dress
with simple straps over the shoulders holding up the
top of her dress, and white sandals with cork soles.
The thin straps over her shoulders were proof that
she had removed her bra.

	Mom asked, "What have the two of you been
talking about?"

	I boldly announced, "I asked Amy to teach me
how to make love to women!"

	Amy's expression was one of disappointment
that I had said that.  On the other hand Mother
smiled.  "So...did she?"

	"No, she just told me about her sex life until
you got home!"

	Mom looked at Amy, "So, what kept you from
fucking my daughter?"

	Amy blushed, "I was afraid to seduce her; after
all, you caught me fucking your husband.  I figured
you would kill me if you caught me fucking your
daughter!"

	Mom chuckled, "I'm just as curious as Denise
about the ways lesbians make love to each other!"

	Mom stood behind Amy's chair, and brushed her
long brunette hair away from her neck and bent over
to kiss her on the nape of the neck.  At the same
time she slid her hands down the front of Amy's
chest to grasp both tits.

	Amy looked at me, and I lifted my T-shirt to
show her my budding breasts, as I pinched my own
nipples.  We finally made our way to her bedroom.

	I only had three items to remove to be totally
naked.  Mother only had to kick off the sandals, shed
the dress and remove her panties to be naked.  Amy
was still in her business suit, so we had to remove her
jacket, blouse, bra, half-slip, and panties.  We agreed
that she did look far more-sexy with her nylons and
high heeled pumps on.

	Amy taught Mother, how to suck pussy by
eating her cunt.  Then she ate mine while Mother
watched.  We even made a daisy chain where each of
us had our mouths on a pussy.  We sucked tits while
the other one ate pussy.  Amy even taught us how to
rim each other's asshole.  She brought out her
strings of beads of various sizes.  She stuffed them
in our pussies and assholes, only to pull them out while
eating our clits.  She even had battery powered
dildos and strap-on toys, that she used on us.  That
was one hell of an education.

	Mom and I had to go home early in the morning
to get ready for school and work.  Mom called Amy to
find out where she could buy some toys.  She stopped
on the way home long enough to buy several toys for
us to play with.  That evening Amy changed clothes
and came over to our house.

	This time she didn't hesitate to cuddle up with
me, and we were sitting on the couch removing each
other's clothes, sucking tits when Mother got home.
Amy taught us how to lubricate the toys before using
them.  As exciting as it was to have Mother and Amy
fuck me with a strap-on, I preferred to have them
eating my pussy.  It became a nightly thing for the
three of us to sleep together.

	Amy wanted to expand our exposure to other
women.  She called one of her old friends.  It turned
out to be that Armenian woman she had made love to
when she was 14.  She was eight years older and
several pounds heavier.  Mother and I found out what
it was like to bury our faces between her massive
breasts.



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