Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 14:45:57 -0500 From: Emma Star <emmastar456@hotmail.com> Subject: Nina's True Self Discovered - Chapter 3 (Lesbian, Incest) Synopsis: Nina Edward's, a 16 year old high school student, has recently discovered that her mother is not only a lesbian, but a lesbian with an attraction to preteen girls. As if that weren't bizarre enough, it turns out that Pat Edwards doesn't only harbor desires for other girls, but for her own daughter as well. Nina struggles to come to terms with her mother's sexuality, and her own also, but so far things are becoming more difficult each day. * * * -Chapter 3- Nina Edwards was lying on her sheets, still in her clothes, staring at the ceiling. It was 1:00 AM on a school night and, by all rights, the 16-year-old high school student should have been asleep. Tonight, like many nights in the past few months, was a sleepless one. Her head filled with a thousand thoughts, she found it impossible to clear her mind sufficiently to enter the world of dreams. The problem had begun a little over a month and a half ago. Nina, a freckled blonde with firm, slim body and well-toned legs from years of soccer, had decided to use her mother's computer to check her email. She had been sent an instant message by a friend of her mother's, named Mary, who had assumed she IMing Nina's mother, Patricia. From this, Nina had learned her mother's secret - Pat Edwards was a lesbian. That, Nina considered, she could have lived with. Nina was not prejudiced against gay women or men and, although it would have taken a while, Nina could have gotten used to the idea of her mother loving women. She hadn't waited long for the major blow. Pat liked women, but she had a taste for little girls. This had been confirmed when Nina saw a video feed of her mother having sex with Mary and Mary's 9-year-old niece, Alice. Nina had watched her mother masturbate the child, teach her how to eat out her own aunt, and other unspeakable acts. A few weeks after that, Nina's world was rocked again. Searching through her mother's computer, she'd found a story, written by her, called "Nina's True Self Discovered". It had been about Nina and her mom taking a day off to go to the beach. Finding the beach crowded, they'd gone to a clothing optional stretch of sand where she - Nina - had sunbathed nude and ultimately seduced her mother into incestuous sex in the woods. So not only did Pat like women, little girls, and participating in incest, she fantasized about her own daughter. This put a new spin on everything. Never, even when she learned the truth about her mother, did Nina think Pat wanted to have sex with her. What else did her mother want to do with Nina or to her? Suddenly, Nina heard a strange sound from down the hall - like giggling. It was her imagination, she decided, or else her mom was up watching some late night television. Nina ignored it and went back into her reverie. But a moment later, she heard the sound again, more clearly this time. There were definitely people, girls from the sound of it, giggling down the hall in her mother's room. Nina climbed out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. She finally reached her mother's door, which was half-way ajar, and peeked inside. What she saw blew her mind. Two little girls were kneeling on their hands and knees on Pat's bed, each completely naked. One girl was white, with sandy blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. The second girl was black, with dark brown hair in cute, little braids. They were both smiling and giggling as Nina's mother knelt behind them, also buck naked with her large, full breasts exposed to the world, obviously playing with each girl's tiny pussy. Nina's mother spoke while she fingered the girls, telling them how pretty they were, and how much she loved them. "Mom!" Nina exclaimed before she could stop herself. All three of the females on the bed turned to face her. "Hello Nina," Pat said. "Girls, this is my daughter, Nina." "Hi," they both said in unison. Neither child seemed at all distressed or embarassed to be caught in the act of sex with an older woman. "Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed, girls?" Pat instructed. Both the girls crawled towards the edge, on the side nearest Nina, and sat down next to one another. They held hands as they sat, something Nina would have thought adorable under another circumstance. Nina's mother knelt behind them and put a hand on each girl's shoulder. "This is Tamara," she said, nodding towards the black girl, "and this is Rachel. They're students of mine." "She's very pretty, Mrs. Edwards," Tamara said, speaking about Nina. "How old are you two?" Nina asked, still stunned. "Rachel is eight years old," Pat said. "Tamara is only seven." "Oh . . ." Nina muttered. "Why don't you come into the bed with us?" Pat asked. "Can I kiss her pussy, Mrs. Edwards?" Rachel asked hopefully. "I wanna touch her boobies!" Tamara added. "That's up to Nina," her mother replied. "What do you say, sweetie?" Nina wanted to say no. She wanted to turn and run away. She wanted to forget the things she was seeing forever. However, against her wishes, her body moved forward into the bedroom. She shut the door behind her as she moved closer to the two little girls. They were both so adorable with tiny candy nipples and hairless mounds that she wanted to hug both of them tightly to her and kiss them all over. Instead, she reached under her sweatshirt, and pulled it off over her head along with her t-shirt. At the first sight of her white bra, Tamara and Rachel began to finger themselves. This encouraged Nina further and she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them to the floor. Now she stood in her bra and thong panties in front of her own mother and two third-grade girls . Her mother was still behind the girls but was now playing with their nipples and watching Nina hungrily. Nina climbed on to the bed and her mother directed her to lay on her back. "You're so beautiful, baby," Pat said to her daughter. "Mama, I've wanted this for so long," Nina confessed. "So have I," her mother replied. "Ever since I used to clean your pussy when you were a baby, I've waited for the day you'd do the same for me. Now take off those silly clothes, honey. This is an au natural party." "But I've never been naked in front of so many people before," Nina said. "Don't worry," her mom replied. "It's just us girls." All three of them laughed, including Nina. She sat up, reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. She pulled it away and let her b-cup breasts bounce free. Both of the little girls giggled and moved closer for a better look. Pat looked at her daughter's bare breasts with a mixture of pride and undisguised lust. Nina reached out for each girl's hand and placed Tamara's hand on her right breast and Rachel's on her left breast. The girls needed no instruction and soon began to play with Nina's tits. Soon, Nina's nipples were diamond hard, and she needed them sucked before she began to cry. She put her hand behind each girl's head and lowered their faces towards her breasts. The two children squealed with delight and were soon nursing greedily. Pat watched it all happening, fingering herself as well. She looked down to see that Nina's white, thong panties were soaked through. Pat moved towards her daughter's legs and spread them apart. "Do you want me to eat you out, baby?" she asked. "Yes!" Nina begged. "Yes, 'Mommy'," her mother corrected. "Please eat me out, Mommy," Nina cried. At last, Pat lowered her face towards her daughter's aching vagina. Nina began to weep at the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling the moment her mother's tongue touched her sensitive clit. As her mother ate her out, Nina watched the two darling children who were sucking at her breasts. Their tiny mouths around her nipples felt divine, as wet as dew and as soft as silk. Nina stroked the girls' hair and ran her trembling hands down their backs, then back up again. "Tamara," Nina's mother said, removing her mouth from in between her daughter's labia. "Would you like Nina to lick your little pussy?" "Yes, ma'am," the African-American girl said politely. "Sit on her chest and put it over her mouth, like I taught you," Pat instructed. As Tamara moved into position, Rachel asked, "What about me, Mrs. Edwards?" "I want you to put your leg over Nina's tummy so that you're lying down on top of her, with your butt near my face," Pat said. Rachel was able to get into position quicker and, within seconds, Nina could feel the little girl's weight pressing down on her. Rachel took one of Nina's breasts in each hand and began to knead them like bread dough. Meanwhile, Tamara finally managed to balance herself, so that her legs were straddling Nina's chin. Nina looked up into the girl's big, brown eyes and then slowly moved down past her flat chest, her round belly, and at last to the tiny, brown and pink pussy. Nina groaned at the sight of it and her body shook with desire. She lifted her head and stuck her tongue out of her mouth, running it between the girl's vaginal lips, causing Tamara to squeal and then giggle. Encouraged by her response, Nina continued to lick, now drunk with the taste of the girl's bald pussy. Every inch of her body was on fire and the only relief between her own legs came when her mother would occasionally pause from eating out her daughter to lick up and down the crack of Rachel's small, lily white ass. Nina wanted it to continue. She wanted it to end. She was free for the first time. She was terrified out of her mind. Then she woke up. * * * Nina was startled to find herself awake, lying in bed in her sweatshirt and jeans, and it took a moment for her mind to catch up with her body. The dream lingered and slowly faded until Nina was left with nothing but memories and a creeping wetness in her panties. Apparently, her body had reacted to the power of her dream as if it had been a real experience. Mind over matter really meant something, Nina assumed. She got out of bed, changed into a long t-shirt, and put her soiled panties in the hamper. Then she climbed back between the sheets and turned off the lights. Nina tried, in vain, to fall asleep but thoughts of her dream kept returning to her mind. She was horrifed that some part of her own mind was capable of capitulating to a seduction by two innocent children, two girls who were little more than babies but had the sex drive of women. Most shocking of all to Nina was that she had desired her mother in a way no daughter should desire her own mom. Yet, in the dream, she had done it without shame. Nina soon noticed that her stomach was grinding in a familiar way and her vagina was getting wet again. She sighed, knowing there was only one way to cure her problem if she ever wanted to asleep. Nina didn't masturbate often but she knew how to please herself. She closed her eyes, slipped her hand between her legs, and tried to imagine herself in a sexual scenario with any one of the many boys at her high school who vied for her attention. Nothing happened. Frustrated, Nina decided to go downstairs and watch television, to see if anything was on that might arouse her interests a bit more. When she stepped out of her room, however, she noticed that her mother's bedroom door was open and Nina began experiencing deja vu. She crept down the hall and peered into her mother's room. There was no little girl's in there, of course. There was just her mother, asleep on her back. Nina watched her mother sleeping for a moment, hating her and loving her at the same time, confused and saddened that her mother had lied to her for so many years. As Nina's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed something she hadn't before. Her mother was sleep nude and the sheets only came up to her waist, so her entire upper-half was exposed. Nina's breath caught as she saw her mother's bare breasts for the first time since she was a baby. If Nina had been more awake, or in a different frame of mind in general, she might have walked away right then. As it so happened, she didn't. Unconsciously, Nina's hand drifted below the hem of her long t-shirt, and she began to rub her naked clit with one finger. Without realizing it, Nina had become entranced at the sight of her mother's tits, so full and inviting. "Nina," said her mother sleepily. Nina quickly jerked her hand away from her crotch. "Umm, hi Mom," she replied. "What are you doing out of bed?" she asked. "I . . . don't know," she replied awkwardly. "Come here." "What?" "Come in here. I want to talk to you." Nina moved slowly into the room and stood nervously at the side of the bed. Her mother made no effort to cover herself, put simply patted the mattress beside her. Nina sat down on the bed next to her mother, who sat up, and gently laid a hand on her daughter's thigh. Nina looked her mother in the eye, confused and shocked, but Pat just smiled at her mischeviously. Her fingers spider-walked down Nina's thigh and under the hem of her shirt. "Mom . . ." "Shh, darling," she said. "It's OK." "What are you . . ." Nina quickly sucked in her breath as her mother's hand made contact with her swollen sex. She watched as her mother's hand disappeared completely into the darkness beneath her shirt and she began manipulating Nina's pussy with expert precision and skill. Nina's body went rigid and she held her breath as her mom began to finger her. At last, Nina couldn't hold it in any longer. She sighed loudly and shut her eyes, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Her mother, taking this as an invitation, moved closer to her daughter. She carefully took her hand away from her daughter's pussy and grabbed the hem of her night shirt. She pulled it slowly up until finally both of them were naked in the bed. Nina never opened her eyes. Pat's hand went back to the job it had been at before. She kissed Nina softly on the cheek, then down her neck, and then began to kiss her shoulder, all the while fingering her. For Pat, this was a dream come true. She had been fantasizing about this experience with her daughter for years now, and it was finally happening. The silence of the night seemed so delicate that it could crack at any moment and she, like her daughter as well, kept her breathing quiet as not to disturb the moment. "I know you've been on my computer," Pat said. Finally, Nina opened her eyes, and looked at her. "I'm not mad. Don't worry. I am glad you liked what you saw there." "I don't know what I saw," Nina said finally. Her heart was beginning to pound. "I've always loved little girls," Pat said. "I didn't act on it when I was with your father but, now that I'm single again, I thought it was time to indulge." "But that girl . . ." "Alice? She's a little darling, isn't she?" "She's just a little girl," Nina replied. She suddenly found herself wishing that this was a dream, that she would wake up back in her bed. This was no dream, though. She was very much awake, but it was beginning to feel like a nightmare. "She loves licking pussy," Pat said, "and I love licking hers." "No," Nina said, shaking her head. "No! Don't touch me!" She jumped off the bed, grabbed her shirt, and quickly pulled it on over her head. Her mother, stunned at her sudden reaction, sat up quickly in bed. Before she could say anything, though, Nina was out the door, and down the hall, back into her room. She dressed quickly, all the while her heart pounding and her brain screaming. Tears of shame began to flow down her cheeks. She grabbed her car keys and emerged from her room. Her mother was standing in the hallway in a bathrobe, clearly crying as well. She pleaded with her daughter to calm down, but Nina ignored her, and ran down the stairs. In a minute, she was out the door, and sitting behind the wheel of her car. Her mother stood beside the vehicle, trying to talk to her daughter. "Nina, please don't leave. We have to talk," she said. "No, we don't!" Nina said through her tears. "You're disgusting! You're sick! I hate you!" "Honey, please . . ." "No, I am going to live with Dad!" she screamed. "I'm going to tell him and he's going to call the police and they'll lock your sick ass in jail, you fucking freak!" She turned the key in the ignition, threw the car into the reverse, and backed out of the driveway much too fast, knocking over the mailbox in the process. She turned on to their street, put the car into drive, and pulled away from her home. Her tears blinded her and she wiped furiously at them, but it was still difficult to see the road. She didn't care where she was going, though. She just had to get away. Nina had no intention of calling the police. She had only said that in anger, to scare her mother. As for her father, his house was too far to reach tonight, and she was exhausted already. Nina's mind wandered until she found herself at the on ramp to the highway. She would stay the night in a hotel, she decided, until she figured out what to do. To be continued . . .