Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2017 02:12:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Riding Academy (Lesbian/Adult Youth/Incest, oral, anal g/F, g/FFF)

Adult Youth/Incest, oral, anal g/F, g/FFF

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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	          Riding Academy
                        By
                       Jan

      My mother was a secretary for a public utility in
Los Angles, California.  She dated a fellow employee a
couple of times, and on the second date he raped
her.  Nine months later I was born.  Mother named
me Chastity.  Fortunately I physically took after my
mother.

      We both have brown hair and gray eyes.  Mother
still has a nice figure and I was a slim girl.  We lived
in small apartment in Burbank.  It was only fourteen
miles to down town, but because traffic it was
anywhere from a half hour to an hour's drive for her
to get to work.  On her salary it was a struggle to pay
for daycare, but she managed and as I grew up she
would do anything to see to it that I was able to
participate in anything I liked.

       When I was about six years old she took me to
the Pickwick Riding Academy.  I fell in love with the
horses right away.  I wanted to learn to ride horses,
and they had a school to teach children to ride, but I
developed a passion for dressage the first time I saw
older girls in the gear and competing in the dressage
ring.

      It was a financial hardship for Mother but she
managed to pay for my lessons.  I was too young to
realize that the other girls came from families with
money.  They were lawyers, bankers, or in the
entertainment industry.  The teachers took a liking to
me because of my passion for the horses.  They
understood that Mother couldn't always pick me up on
time, so they even allowed me to groom the horses
until Mom picked me up in exchange for a reduction in
the fees.

      As I grew up the expenses increased because I
needed to buy riding boots, helmet, riding breeches,
and jacket.  The staff at the stable helped me get
deals on my gear, but it was still hard for mother to
work the expense into the budget.

      When I started winning competitions the staff
took as much pride in my achievements as my Mother.
When I was 10-years-old I became the pupil of the
woman that trained the best dressage girls.  She
selected a young mare for me, named Claret.  She was
a red roan that would be idea for show and jumping.
We both had a lot to learn, but with hard work we
became so close that it was as if she could read my
mind, and would do anything to please me.

      We began to win shows and move up national
standings.  Part of learning to jump horses is getting
spilled off of horses.  I took some rough spills.  I
broke an arm and another time a few ribs.  I received
as much attention as I gave Claret.

      My trainer's name was Jenifer and she would give
me rubdowns after I was finished hot walking and
grooming Claret.

      There was a training room that looked like a
professional sports training room.  There were
stainless steel whirlpools, padded tales for rubdowns.
The cabinets were stocked with all manner of medical
supplies.  Jenifer would have me spend some time in
the whirlpool before she would rub me down.

      One afternoon Claret came over a hurdle and was
off stride when she approached the next jump and
balked.  I was thrown over her head and landed right
on the top railing.  It broke my fall but it left me
with at least a cracked rib or two.  I had to calm
down Claret and get back on her to finish the course,
as much for me as for her.  Jenifer helped me cool
down Claret and groomed her before taking me to the
training room.

      I took off all of my clothes before getting in the
whirlpool.  We brought the temperature up to 104
degrees.  After 20 minutes I got out and dried off
before Jenifer had me get up on the training table.
She rubbed my back and legs, but it was my front
that was bruised.  She had me turn over onto my
back.

      She expressed sympathy for the bruises on my
ribcage.  At ten I still had a figure more boy like than
womanly.  It hurt when she touched my ribs, so she
concentrated on my neck, shoulder and lower torso.
She started at my feet and worked her way up my
legs.

      I'm not sure if it was accidental when her fingers
touched my vulva.  It felt good though and I let out a
soft moan.

      Jenifer smiles and moved her oily fingers back to
my vulva and sought out the crack.  Her skillful finger
found that little bud of my clitoris.  She stimulated it
until I was unable to keep my butt still and I let out a
moan.  I was having an orgasm for the first time.
Jenifer kissed me on the mouth, as much to keep me
quiet as much as to stimulate me.

      I was confused by my emotions. Mother had
always cushioned not to let anyone to touch me down
there, but I loved Jenifer almost as much as Mother.
I knew Jenifer would never hurt me, and it felt
better than anything I had experienced before.

      Jenifer told me, "I'm sorry...I couldn't help it!
'Please forgive me!"

      "Jenifer...I love you and trust you beyond belief.
There is nothing to forgive...I loved what you did."

      Jenifer told me, "Honey...You better get dressed
before your mother gets here."

      I put on my school clothes and put my riding
gear in a pack large enough to contain my boots.

      When Mother arrived I was waiting at the
entrance, so I rushed to the car before she could
turn off the engine.  When she asked about my day I
told her that I had been thrown and I had some
bruised ribs.  Mother insisted to seeing them when
we got home.

      I had to remove my dress for her to see my ribs.
The skin was now showing purple and blue marks on
my ribcage.  She overreacted and rushed to get some
sort of smelly ointment to apply to my ribcage.  While
she was rubbing my ribs her fingers kept brushing
against my nipples, and it turned me on.  I let out a
little moan when she brushed my hard nipple and
mother asked me if she had hurt me.  Of course I
pleaded, "No...your finger feel good when you touch
my nipples.

      That shocked my mother and she withdrew her
hands from my chest.  She tried to apologize but I
put a finger on her lips, and took hold of her right
wrist and placed her hand between my legs.  Mother
tried to jerk her hand away, but I clung to her wrist
keeping it held tightly against my panties.  There was
a moment of tussling before mother gave up resisting
and started stroking my vulva through my panties.
When she lifted her hand I almost panicked thinking
she was stopping.  I grabbed her wrist again, but she
simply slipped her hand under the waistband of my
panties.  I felt her warm hand on my pussy.  She
knowingly sought out my clitoris and stimulated it
until I had a powerful orgasm.  She was obviously no
stranger to masturbation.  I couldn't resist kissing
her on the mouth.  It turned into a very passionate
kiss.  We were actually breathing into each other's
mouth, as the kiss ended I supersized Mother by
feeling her up.

      I vaguely remember clothes melting away.  We
continued hugging on the sofa and struggling with
each other to make love to the other.  That night we
slept with each other and I enjoyed sucking on her
breasts like a baby before I went down on her.

      "Where did you learn to do that?"

      "I'm not sure I should tell you!  I wouldn't want
you getting them in trouble!"

      Mother laughed, "Honey...I have been waiting for
you to get a little older before bringing up the
subject of sex, and telling you that I only have sex
with women.  I didn't expect you to learn about sex
for a couple of more years."

      Mother's revelation that my mother had sex with
other women came as a surprise to me.  "Who are you
having sex with?"

      "I have had several lovers over the years.  You
have met Judy from the office.  When we go to the
movies together we are actually partying at her place.
Thats why she is like a godmother to you.  She takes
as much pride in your achievements as I do with your
successes."

      Judy had always been like another mother to me.
She was a pleasingly plump woman with dishwater
blonde, with brown eyes.  When we hugged it was like
resting my head on warm pillows.  I had never
dreamed that her and my mother were lovers.  It
took me a moment for me to wrap my mind around my
mother being sexual.  I thought about what she was
telling me and thought about having sex with her too.

      I finely told her about Jenifer having seduced me
as a result of my latest spill from Claret.  Mother was
fascinated by me recounting the event.  We made
love again and I expressed my desire to have sex with
Judy.

      The next time the three of us went to the movies
together I arranged it so the mother and I were
sitting on either side of her.  In the darkened
theater I reached over and started stroking Judy's
arm slowly and eventually slid my hand over to touch
her right tit.  Judy tried to brush my hand away
without creating a scene that would alert my mother.
I persisted until Judy gave up and I massaged her tit
for a while.  Then I put my hand in her lap and
started masturbating her until she actually had an
orgasm.  She did her best conceal her reaction, but
she did moan loud enough to draw mother's attention.

      After the movie Judy joined us at home for
coffee.  Of course I started molesting her right in
front of mother.  Mother and I set about introducing
Judy to group sex.  After she got over the idea that
she was having sex with the daughter of her best
friend and lover she really got into it.  Parties with
Judy became a regular thing over the following
months.

      There was an equestrian event that weekend up in
Santa Barbra, and the three of us were planning to
driving up with Caret in a trailer and spending the
weekend in a motel near the arena.  Mother had
reserved a room with two queen sized beds.

      When we arrived the first thing was to stable
Claret at the arena, then we checked into the motel.
We went to dinner at a quiet little restraint that
Jenifer recommended.  We even walked around the
beach community.  We couldn't pass up the
opportunity to do some shopping.  When we got back
to the motel I walked over to the arena to bed down
Claret.  I wanted to be sure she was comfortable
being in a different stable.  The smells and
atmosphere would be different, even the neighboring
stalls would have unfamiliar horses in them.

      I stayed with Claret for a couple of hours.  When
I felt that she was comfortable I returned to the
motel and when I opened the door I walked in on
Mother and Jenifer on top of one of the beds.

      They were both naked and Jenifer was on top of
Mother in a classic 69.  I approached the bed and
stuck a finger up Jenifer's ass.  I even set about
licking her asshole and probing it with my tongue.
Sex became as important as competing in dressage
events.  My goal to become a member of the national
team became all consuming, but that didn't stop me
from becoming a lesbian slut.  I was fucking every
woman or girl that I took a liking to.



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