Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 22:10:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Seduction of My Family (lesbia/adult youth, oral, anal, F/Fggggg)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women.
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          The Seduction of My Family
                    By
                   Jan

	I will never forget the day I met Henrietta.  I
had been doing the family laundry at a local laundry
mat, when a nice looking woman came in carrying a
laundry bag.  She was not a raving beauty or
anything like that at all.  She sported about twenty
extra pounds, but looked good carrying it.  She had
brunette hair that was styled for easy maintenance.
She did not have an excessive amount of makeup on
her face, and her smile was a pleasant reflection of
a warm hearted person.  You knew right way that
you would enjoy talking to her.

	Normally I didn't do my laundry at a laundry
mat, my washing machine had gone on the fritz, and
the repairman could not come around to fix it, for a
few days.  With five young girls in my home laundry
has to be done regularly or they run out of clean
close quickly.  Even if they could fit in each other's
clothes the repercussions of one of the girl's
borrowing another's clothes would become a major
situation, equal to one country invading another
country.  That was why I was doing the laundry in
the laundry mat on a hot summer's evening.

	Living in Jacksonville, Florida is not much
cooler than southern Florida.  The summer nights
are hot and humid enough to melt wax candles.  Even
thought the laundry mat had something that passed
for air-conditioning, the constant opening and closing
of doors allowed the hot air in.  I was dressed in a
light cotton dress that allowed me to move
comfortably while working, without making me into a
fashion slob.  I always feel uncomfortable about
appearing in public when not looking my best.

	I was impressed with the woman that entered
the laundry mat carrying a laundry bag.  I assumed
that she was about ten years older than me.  She
didn't look like the typical kind of person that would
frequent such an establishment.  She was dressed
like a business woman.  She paused upon entering the
establishment, and surveyed the layout before
approaching the vending machines to buy laundry
soap, bleach, and fabric softener.  There was only
myself and a couple of other people in the
establishment, a rather young looking male, with long
shaggy hair, that looked like everything he owned
was in that washing machine, and an older woman
sitting behind a grocery shopping cart, who also
looked like all her worldly possessions were in that
cart.  I assumed she had approached me because she
felt more comfortable with the way I looked.  I am a
35-year-old woman, five-foot three, 120 pounds,
with long natural blonde hair.  She deliberately chose
to use a washing machine next to the ones I was
using.

	I had to use three washing machines at a time.
As fast as one machine completed the cycle I was
loading a dryer.  The woman happened to select a
machine next to mine.  After she loaded the
machine, she settled down in a plastic chair next to
me.  I noticed that everything she had put in the
washing machine had been feminine, and the same
size, indicating that she was doing only her own
laundry.

	The woman said, "Pardon me, my name is
Henrietta, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I
don't normally do my laundry like this.  Can you help
me?"

	I introduced myself as Molly, and assured her
that I didn't do my laundry like this normally either,
but offered to help her.

	After I showed her how to operate the
machines, the woman looked at me and commented,
"You certainly have a lot of clothes.  It looks like you
have several girls!"

	I admitted that I had five girls, and a busted
washing machine."

	While we sat watching the machines doing their
thing we chatted with each other.  We discovered a
lot about each other while we waited for the
machines and folding clothes.  I learned that she
wrote computer software and ran a small advertising
business.  She lived in the area, but needed to wash
a few things before attending a business conference.
She was a very personable woman.  I felt
comfortable talking to her.

	I had told her about myself, I was a divorced
mother of five girls, ranging in age from eleven to
four.  Being a proud mother I showed her pictures
of my children that I carried around in my purse.
She was very complimentary about my children.  I
admitted that I sold real estate to support my
family.  We had become very chummy in that short
time.  I invited her to accompany me home to meet
my girls.

	She followed me in her car to my home on
South State Street.  I lived I a modest single story
house with a low pitched roof.  What would have
been a front yard for most homes was simply paved.
At least that didn't require me wasting time keeping
up a yard.  The property to the left on my north side
was a mom and pop grocery store, across the street
was a vacant lot.  My new friend may have been
disappointed with my modest circumstance, but she
was very complimentary about what I did with what
resources I had.

	We spent the evening chatting with each other
while drinking coffee.  She was obviously enamored
with my daughters too.  My 11-year old has dark hair
like her father, her name is Angie; she has a
bubbling personality, and is very cute.  She does like
to wear tight low cut jeans with tight fitting jersey
T-tops.  The 9-year-old is Luce, a brown haired girl
with brown eyes.  The 7-year-old is Andrea, a pudgy
girl, blonde.  The 5-year-old is Haley, also with
brown hair and eyes, my mischievous one.  The 4-
year-old is Lily, a brown haired little cutie who tries
to keep up with her older sisters.

	Before she left for her home she let me know
that she would love to visit again.  I almost had to
give her an open invitation to visit anytime.

	Apparently as soon as she got back in town
from her business trip, she called for an offer to
visit again.  She really went out of her way to
befriend my girls.  She not only bought gifts for
them, she talked to them, and played with them.  At
the same time she cultivated a close relationship
with me.  She quickly became like an older sister to
me.  We spent so much time with each other that it
was a natural thing for me to invite her to spend the
night with us, on those occasions when we had
stayed up late into the night talking.

	Rather than force her to sleep on the sofa, I
offered to let her sleep with me in my full sized bed.
We could continue talking before going to sleep.  I
couldn't help but notice how truly attractive she was
while we got ready for bed.  She would remove all of
her makeup, and was not shy about allowing me to
see her naked body.  The first time I saw the tattoo
of a winged fairy on her upper thigh, I had to ask
her about the story behind the tattoo.  She
chuckled before replying, "That was the result of a
college youthful indiscretion!"

	The fanned the fires of my curiosity, I had to
ask her to explain what she meant.  She paused
before she elaborated.  "When I was in college I fell
in love with my roommate, as a demonstration of our
undying love for each other we agreed to get
matching tattoos!"

	There was something about the way she
professed her love for her roommate that implied
that the relationship was more than just an innocent
friendship between two girls.  I didn't press the
issue at that time.  Just the same, kissing goodnight
took on new meaning.  I had to admit to myself that
the feeling of her soft lips on mine stimulated me.
After that her relationship with my girls began to
grow quickly stronger.

	The girls vied for her attention and affections.
They enjoyed sitting on her lap while talking to her.
Even Angie, the older girl was happy sitting on her
lap.  When she spent the night, or prepared for bed
they all had to kiss her goodnight.  I was unaware
that while the girl's sat on her lap Henrietta would
have a hand under their butts.  She was actually
stroking their little camel toes with her fingers.
The first time I confirmed that she had lesbian
tendencies was one of the nights we were sleeping in
my bed.

	While we were kissing goodnight, she placed
her hand on one of my tits.  It was not only
shocking, it was sexually stimulating.  Her kiss took
my breath away.  I didn't resist her advances at all.
She grew bolder, and reached inside my nightgown to
pull one of my tits out.  She was kneading the soft
flesh of my breast, before she bent over and took
my nipple into her mouth.  I felt like I was in a
trance, as I started stroking her hair.  While she
was sucking on my breast, her hand sought out the
junction of my legs and trunk.  She pulled up my
nightgown to get at my pussy.  My pussy was wet
even before she got a finger in my cunt.  She stoked
me and finger fucked me.

	I was moaning like a school girl that had just
discovered masturbation for the first time.  In fact
I was making so much noise that I must have woken
up Angie.  Henrietta had repositioned herself so
that she could use her mouth and tongue to
stimulate my pussy when the door opened and Angie
saw what was going on.  Rather that run or become
agitated she came over and climbed onto the bed so
that she could get a closer look at what Henrietta
was doing to me.  That was when I tried to prevent
Henrietta from continuing with her seduction of me.

	I was horrified at the thought that my
daughter had caught me in a lesbian relationship
with Henrietta.  I was not strong enough to stop her
from continuing her sucking on my pussy.  I closed
my eyes as if to shut out my daughter's presence on
the bed.

	Henrietta continued to suck my pussy, while
she placed her hand between Angie's legs.  I was
unaware that she was finger fucking my daughter
while she was eating my pussy.  When Angie let out a
moan as she experienced a climax, my eyes flew
open.  I recognized the sound she was emitting.  I
could do nothing to stop what was going on because I
was starting to experience my first earth shaking
cum in ages.

	I was overcome with guilt at not only having a
lesbian make me cum, but allowing her to masturbate
my daughter to a climax at the same time.  At the
same time my body felt so relaxed that I felt like
my arms were too heavy to lift.  While I was
wallowing in my guilt, Angie moved up the bed, so
that she could take hold of one of my tits.  She even
started sucking on my tit.  I tried to stop her from
doing that, but Henrietta restrained my arms.
When I gave up trying to resist, she placed her right
hand back between my legs and started
masturbating me again.

	Henrietta encouraged Angie to pull up her
nightgown and sit on my face.  I couldn't believe it
when my daughter squatted over my head and
lowered her little pussy down to my mouth.  She just
had a few dark hairs starting to grow on her little
vulva.  Her little clit was buried deeply within the
crack of her pussy.  There was no stopping at that
point.  Angie climaxed again before me.

	From that night on Henrietta made no effort
to hide her molestations of my girls.  She openly
removed their panties and played with their pussies.
She encouraged them to suck each other's pussies
after removing their clothes.  She just loved to
watch my 4-year-old, Lily, sucking on my pussy.  She
brought along her digital camera to take pictures of
the girls making love to me.  She got pictures of Lily
sitting on my face while the other two girls sucked
on my tits, and Angie was going down on my pussy.
She would even take pictures of them sucking on her
own tits and pussy.

	It was only a matter of time before Henrietta
moved in with us.  I was like her wife.  She took
charge of the household completely.  She saw to the
girls' education both academically and sexually.  I
couldn't believe how oral all of us became.  I was
happy to lick Henrietta's asshole, while the girls were
doing the same to me, and each other.

	I made no effort to stop Henrietta from
taking sexually explicit pictures and videos of our
sexual activities.  In fact whenever I voiced an
objection, and Henrietta threatened to leave me, I
would break down crying and beg her to forgive me.
I would end up performing anything she wanted me
to do to her and the girls.  She even had me record
her having sex with the girls.  Watching my girls
sucking her tits, pussy and asshole turned me on too.

	The girls also brought home their girlfriends
too.  Whenever they invited a girl to sleep over, the
girls would find out that my girls liked to suck their
pussies.  It didn't take long before they had their
girlfriends performing in front of Henrietta and me.
I hated to see them grow up and leave home.  Lily
still lives at home and the three of us sleep
together.  The other girls live with girlfriends of
their own.  They do come home to visit though.



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