Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 02:42:27 +0530
From: Bipasha Basu <i_am_bipasha654@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Daughter Husband" (Part-1) Lesbian/Incest Category.

This is not a story at all, as it hardly has merely ten percent of
fiction. Truly it is based on some real life incidents between a mother and
her daughter on a lesbian voyage.

As this narration of developing and lesbian love and lust between a young
daughter and her mother is more a real life occurrence than a fiction,
there has been gradual development of love. But once lust comes in this
story, it goes wild, that includes everything encompassing their wedding
There is no "Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam" affairs, as there has been gradual
development of love. It is rather for a leisurely reading than being an
immediate boner like some other stories. Lovers of boners, therefore,
please excuse me.

It is more a novel than a story. It'll appear in different subsequent
parts, but the author does not know how many, as it entirely depends upon
the love and liking of her readers

This is my first attempt. Naturally, there will be many shortcomings in the
story. I shall be highly pleased if readers help me to eradicate the
weaknesses and honour me with their valuable suggestions.

I'll welcome wholeheartedly all suggestion and criticism, and would assure
sure reply to decent mails at i_am_bipasha654@yahoo.com

The lovers of quick action and minors as per the norms of the adulthood of
your country, please excuse me and leave this page, otherwise, you are sure
to like the story

- Bipasha Basu.

Title : The Daughter-Husband.
Central characters : A Mother and Her Only Daughter.
Theme : Lesbian.
Category : Incest.


"The Daughter Husband"

Part - 1

Bipasha Basu.



After the death of her husband, John, eight years ago, Janet did not
remarry. Her lovely daughter, Lisa, at that time was four years old. The
main reason behind Janet's such decision was her deep love towards her only
daughter. She had been apprehensive that how Lisa's stepfather would be,
how he would behave with her and, above all, her own attention would be
divided between Lisa and him. Even after long eight years, not even for a
single day, has she repented her decision.

When this story opens, Janet was 31, still very young for leading a very
careful life of visiting gyms and health club regularly. She had been the
"Beauty Queen" and had represented U.S.A. in Miss Universe Contest, where
she came third just missing the crown by a whisker. She was around 125
lbs., tall, about 5' 8" and proudly possessed a really beautiful,
god-envied figure of 38D-31-40. Extremely fair in complexion that reminded
more of a ripening apple. Carefully tended her rippling blond silken hair
ran just below her slender shoulder. Two large and expressive grey eyes
that twinkled in glee, dazzled in sharing excitement and glared in anger,
on a beautiful heart-shaped face, had been very expressive. Her lips were
natural-ruby, thin but petal-soft, curtaining well set snow-white teeth
like pearls made to order, at the smile of which millions of minds could
easily be won.

Lisa was then 12 plus, almost equal in physical features to her mother
except in height and curves in her body. She was already tall, 5' 6½ ",
athlete built body, about 115 lbs. A delicate waistline, firm round hips
taping nearly 33, below which a shapely and slender pair of long legs
tapering smoothly to her ankles. Everybody, who knew them, believed that
she was as like her mother as two drops of water. She essentially owed her
beauty and charm to her mother.

She had been almost flat on her chest even on her twelfth birthday about
eight months ago. Today, there is prominent swelling rising vertically
almost two inches that attracted eyes tremendously. She was in a local
school for girls, where she was a champion - both in academic field and
extra curricular activities - in her class, and was an obvious choice as
the cheerleader in junior section.

There was a wonderful relationship between the mother and the daughter. She
always felt restless until she could say whatever happens in the school, or
in her mother's absence. Similarly, Janet confided to her daughter almost
everything, which, usually, other mothers do not. There was not even a
penny-piece between them. She spoke everything to Lisa but avoided the
discussion about her husband knowingly, because she did not wish to present
her late husband as what he really had been - a drunkard, bullying, as
rough as a straw mat, and boisterous. And lying to her daughter was out of
question. How could she say to her lovely angel that she had withstood such
a rogue for long five years only because he was a master in lovemaking?

Since her very childhood, Lisa also had a wonderful feeling for her lovely
mother, and this passion was totally indescribable for her. When her mother
used to return from her heavy work as a senior executive of a flourishing
Model House, Lisa felt to run to her mother, to wipe out her sweat off the
tired face of her mother in her own hand. When Janet was wont to be sad or
depressed for some reason or other, she longed to share her causes of
heart-heaviness, and bring her relief by caressing her, by holding her
mother in her arms, just like a husband does to his loving wife. Many a
time and oft, she felt an immense pleasure by placing herself as a loving
husband of her mother. Although both of them were very frank, Lisa could
not confide her this feeling - the reason of such suppression was unknown
to her. It was her greatest treasure, and she really adored it.

On a certain day, Lisa's friend, Carol, said, "I'm too happy today."

Lisa said, "Why?"

Carol replied excitedly that their parents had patched up their quarrels
and her father, who had deserted her mother almost four years ago, was
going to stay with them again. Next day she said it had been a wonderful
experience to find her parents patched up. She particularly stressed how
her mother had been crying and how her father had offered his shoulder to
cool her down.



On the same very day, when Janet had been in her office, John appeared and
proposed to patch up their own quarrel with a pretension of being repentant
and regretful. Janet was about to give in to his persuasions. Fortunately,
John was not at all a good actor to continue his antics, and his pretension
was broken into pieces when he foolishly asked for some money from
her. Janet quickly realized the real intention of John and told him
point-blank firmly, to get out of her sight. When he realized that he had
been caught, he could not control his anger and began to bully Janet with
abusive tongue. To get rid of him, Janet had to call her colleagues.

She was really upset but could not tell anything to Lisa, as she knew very
well that she would have to talk of her husband. And she did not want to at
all.

On that evening after dinner, in the comfort of their luxury apartment,
Lisa was telling Carol's narration to her mother. They were seated at the
two ends of a large couch. Illumination of the room had almost been dark

As Lisa finished her narration her, Janet said, "Carol is very lucky to get
her father back into her life. If you could have been so!"

Lisa said hopefully, "Is it not possible that my Dad comes back again?"

The face, the appearance and the abusive words of John flashed rapidly in
front of Janet's eyes and ears. She screamed, "NO, I DON'T WANT TO. I don't
want that debauch enter in our life again." Then she broke into
uncontrollable cries and tears.

Lisa had never seen her mother so upset. She was at a loss what to do, or
to speak. Suddenly she remembered Carol's narration of offering the
shoulder by her father to pacify her mother. It then dawned to her what she
should do. She stood up from where she was seated, and sat close to her
mother.

Finding her daughter beside her, the intensity of Janet's crying grew. Her
body, to suppress her feelings, was convulsing rapidly. Lisa held her
mother firmly against herself and began to run hand all over the hair at
the back of her mother's head. Janet had put her crying face between the
hollow of Lisa's shoulder. She began to shake uncontrollably.

In spite of applying all the comforting power of Lisa, Janet was hardly
pacified. Though her cry had been stopped, her body was trembling at the
intervals at the frequent gusts of her sobbing. Finding her mother so
crying, Lisa's beautiful grey eyes also filled up with beads of sorrow
because of her wonderful dedication and sensitiveness to her mother. Soon
the beads began to roll down her lovely pinkish cheek and splattered on her
mother's shoulder.

After half an hour so, she did manage to control herself somehow and, with
her still bleared visage, she whispered, "I'm sorry, my child, to have made
you upset too."

Immense joy to have seen her mother's somewhat changed mood, filled the
young and passionate heart of Lisa even to the core. With a magnificent
affection, she said, "It's alright Mom. Please tell me what has made you so
disturbed?"

Janet, to avoid the most unpleasant chapter of her life, said, "Nothing
serious, darling. I was a bit upset at some remembrance, and that's
all. Thank you, however, for offering me your comforting power."

Lisa realized that her mother wanted something to suppress. Quite
reasonably, she did not pester her anymore. Honoring her mother's will, she
said, again with wonderful passion, "It's my duty, Mom, to offer you my
shoulder to shed your tears." Wiping the marks of tear from her mother's
lovely face, she added, "These are precious drops and must not be wasted."

Then her long cherished dream finally found a vent in her words, "Please,
let me play the role of your husband when you'll be in agony. Won't you let
me?"

And she cuddled towards her Mom while dragging her towards herself. Janet
startled at the innocent words of her daughter. In spite of her being sad,
she smiled at her daughter.

She then said, "Alright, my darling daughter, I accept you as my husband."

Chapter-II.

Next evening only, Janet told her daughter about John, and for the first
time, Lisa heard about her father. She now came to know how her father had
tortured her lovely Mom, abused her, bullied her for practically no reason
and how he used be to in drunken stupor from morning till he passed out in
sleep. She also told Lisa that her husband used to manhandle and torture
her also physically.

Janet had been totally lost in her woeful narration. Her long awaited pain,
which so far had been pressed down by her power of endurance, was suddenly
burst open and began to flow in torrents, in which she had been totally
drowned. She began to cry like a little child. Lisa, all along, had been
playing her new role to her mother, sometime wiping out the tears from her
mother's lovely face, sometimes kissing her gently on the cheek, on the
forehead tasting the saline tear much happily, whispering continuously,
"Don't cry, mama, don't cry." Her immature heart had been filling with a
new and unknown feeling. She was being extremely caring, and, at that
moment she felt that she even could sacrifice her own life for her mother's
happiness.

When Janet began her narration after a short break, there was not even the
least distance between the mother and the daughter. Lisa had been running
her lovely small palm all along the back of Janet and was being filled up
with a wonderful sensation. Her child-heart was brimming with the pity,
sympathy and compassion for her charming, yet helpless, mother, and her
compassion began to roll down, off her eyes, her lovely young cheek in the
shape of tears. At that moment, she was not merely a 12 years old daughter,
but a compassionate friend of her mother also.

When Janet came to the day's encounter with John, Lisa shouted, "Why didn't
you hand him over to the police? I hate him. Oh God! How do I hate
him. I'll always hate who will make my Janet crying"

Then Janet had to face the inevitable question from Lisa, "How could you
tolerate him, Mom, for long five years?"

As both telling the truth and lying to her daughter had equally been
impossible for poor Janet, she stayed dumb for a long time. Ultimately, she
spoke, "On few occasions, your father had really been one of those perfect
gentleman, which every maiden dreams."

Lisa said, with a bleared face but with all the firmness of the world, "Let
others do, but I don't dream of a man, especially like my base father. I'll
always stay with my wife .er. mother."

Janet pulled her daughter against her breasts and showered kisses on
her. Lisa felt that she had been blown away with a violent tornado, which
had lifted her little body and thrown away into a world of bliss. She
clutched her mother by running her hands through Janet's back firmly. Her
heart had been pounding so heavily that she felt her mother would listen
it. Since her dream of being her mother's husband, she had never been so
close, so intimate and so passionate for such a long period.

On the other hand, Janet had been feeling much relieved after telling her
lovely daughter of her father, of his real nature and, especially, her
encounter with him in the morning as well as how she was about to be duped
by the feigning repentance of her ex-husband. She also held her daughter
firmly against her heaving chests. Noting the compassion in the little
heart of her daughter, she again felt crying. Tears appeared in her eyes
but, this time, not of sorrow but for a tremendously rapturous feeling of
finding someone to confide, to open heart and tell everything.

They did not know for how long they had seated there - close and intimate -
on that blissful night. They did not know for how long they heard the rapid
beating of each other's heart. A new bond, a new tie and a new relationship
- so far without name - had been established between Janet and Lisa on
those auspicious moments.

After a long time - too long to guess even - Janet whispered, with a
wonderful affection, still holding Lisa in her firm embrace, "Thank you, my
girl, my daughter. I know that I have finally got someone to share my
grief. Always help your Mom in this way so that she can continue the voyage
of her life with her lovely daughter by her side."

Lisa whispered, "What are the friends for?"

She next turns her flushed face and rubbing it restlessly against the
hollow of her mother's right shoulder. She whispered wonderfully, "Ain't I
your friend? Tell me that. Then bringing her lips directly on the ear-hole
of "her Janet" she said, "Ain't I your husband, Janet"

Janet brought Lisa's face and ran her beautiful grey eye balls all over
Lisa's flushed face. Bleary visage with quivering scarlet lips was
expectant, and was demanding to be devoured! Wet cheeks shinning in the
faint light. A marvelous tinge of scarlet had made Lisa's face really
radiant that could illuminate even the Erebus. Janet felt that even an
angel was not more beautiful than her daughter, who wished to be her
friend, her husband. She found that love had been welled up in those
beautiful and eloquent eyes.

Perhaps she would have broken the embrace roughly and scolded her daughter
for her such insolence but, on that night, she could do nothing of those
harshness. She realized she needed someone in her lonely life, who would
walk abreast her, to turn to her at every difficulty and to seek her hand
to come through all the harshness of life. Janet had been totally melted by
the violent heat of Lisa's passion.

But before being drowned helplessly under those strong torrents of Lisa's
passion, she tried to say, helplessly, just like a drowning person in a
violent sea, in a futile effort to grope for a straw, "But, . but .."

Lisa placed her index finger on the quivering lips of her mother silencing
her and said, "There is no buts and ifs between us." Then adding all the
passion of her young heart she added, "I'll never be rough with you. My
love will have no whit of John's harshness. Believe me, Janet. Believe me,
she continued with wonderful warmth, "I will never make you sad, nor
heart-sore, nor shall I let your heart to suffer pain and harshness of the
world. I'll guard you, protect you against all the gales of
misfortune. I'll escort you through all the dangers of life. Won't you let
me to do that?"

Lisa began to pant hard to have spoken all these words in a single
breath. Her blooming breasts had started to rise and fall heavily because
of both the excitement and panting. Her face turned scarlet and radiant in
that dim illumination of the holy night. Janet had been totally bewitched
by the angelic beauty of Lisa. The heat generated from her young body began
to pass through her mother's matured body and made Janet spell bound.

Janet was speechless. She was too overwhelmed to speak anything. She again
looked at the beautiful eyes - glittering with expectation to listen
affirmative - of her daughter. Their eyes locked and she detected
compassion and love, love and love alone. There was no trace of
lust. Lisa's eloquent eyes were shinning radiantly with a loud imploration,
'Please say yes to me, Janet! I'm dying to listen to hear your yes. Don't
deny me, Janet, don't deny me!"

"Yes," whispered Janet after a long time breaking their trance. "My Love,
Lisa. I'm yours."

Lisa felt that all other emotion, namely, doubt, despair, anxiety, worry
and all alike, fled into the thin air and disappeared into the
universe. Flowers of love bloomed all around in ones and twos around
them. All the ugly changed into beauty. A heavenly fragrance hovered all
around the large and spacious room. All the evils turned into
virtue. Thousands of melodious notes, under the skilled baton of some
cherubim, blended together to produce a divine music all around the room.

Having controlled herself somehow, Lisa whispered those three divine words,
which, since time immemorial, had been spoken, are spoken at present, and
will be spoken in every love-smitten heart as long as there will be love on
this surface, "I LOVE YOU."

Still looking into the beautiful eyes of Lisa, from which love and
affection had been brimming, Janet said, "I LVE YOU TOO."

Janet then began to run her fingers all over the flushed scarlet face of
Lisa very gently and softly. A wild and ringing sensation generated in
those two loving hearts, which spread perfect bliss all through their
lovely bodies through billions of nerves via the roads and highways of
artery and veins of their bodies.

Janet brought the fingers of her right hand and ran it horizontally across
the quivering lips of Lisa very slowly feeling the rich velvet-softness of
those lips. Lisa began to shake like a fallen yellow leaf in a strong
gale. She opened her lips and, when Janet entered her finger through the
severed lips, she began to lick and suck it. From the manner she was
licking sucking the finger it appeared that the finger had been the only
prop for her own existence. Everything melted into the mellow darkness of
the night except the finger she had been sucking and the burning face of
Janet, she had been looking at so passionately.

After an eternity - it so appeared to both Janet and Lisa - of licking and
sucking of the finger, Janet brought her burning and quivering lips on the
lips of Lisa and met it with all the wonderful passion of her heart. Their
lips were locked for some three to four minutes, and then her tongue
entered into the lovely mouth of her daughter.

And an explosion took place in the hearts of both Janet and Lisa,
especially in the heart of Janet. Her passions - starving for so long for
physical satiation - made her mad. She forgot everything and hungrily she
began to play with the tongue of Lisa, her own daughter. She began to shake
violently and brought Lisa into a firm embrace.

Lisa was overwhelmed by feeling the intensity of the kiss of her mother. In
fact, it had been her maiden experience of being kissed directly on
lips. Her long cherished dream to hold her mother in her embrace and to be
kissed by her had become successful. Her breasts were being smashed against
her mother's but, surprisingly, she did not feel any sexual
arousal. Instead, a nameless feeling of wonderful love and compassion had
filled her heart.

On the other hand, Janet was being melted just like a slender icicle melts
in Phoebus' fire of anger. She lost all the sense of time, place and
ambience. The only thing that had been shinning brilliantly inside her
heart, had been her intense love and passion for her lovely daughter. Her
passion grew intense and wanted to crush Lisa's body against her own. In
consequence, her kisses became more and more passionate. Her desire that
had been suppressed for this long eight years to be caressed, fondled and
kissed, had been coming out in successive waves, which flooded and finally,
washed away like small straws, her all inhibitions. Surprisingly enough,
like her daughter, she too did not feel any lust in her pure heart.

Is it much surprising, my dear love-smitten, really? Who does not know that
love comes first? And in front of pure love, doesn't lust run away?

After a long time, they broke their kiss. Their hearts had been filled up
with heavenly bliss of love. Perhaps each prayed,

"O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,

In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess,

I feel too much of thy blessing; make it less,

For fear I surfeit!"

Before going to bed, Lisa whispered, "Thank you, Janet! Thank you for
everything. I am soooo happy today. Please let me be so for all the rest of
my life. I love you, my wife!"

Janet took Lisa in her arms again but, this time more softly, and
whispered, "I love you too. I will. I will make my "husband" happy
always. Doesn't a wife do this?"

Then they retired to their respective beds. Neither of them could sleep
properly that night for their aroused passion for each other.

Chapter-III.

Days passed by; sometimes sped and, sometimes ambled, but had never
wandered in any labyrinth of walks, as their love for each other had always
been shinning as the Northern Star. With the passage of time, their love
for each other grew to be more profound, more passionate and more intense,
and at the same time, more absorbing. In this way, long four years had gone
by, in happiness and in mirth, and in wells and in woes.

In this long four years, in spite of her hard assignments and her exposure
to the high-wattage illumination of the shooting studios, Janet did not
change much in appearance but there had been a total change in Lisa. She
was almost seventeen. Reasonably tall, 5' 11" and charming girl, who always
walked "in beauty" days in and days out. Like her mother, her silken gold
tresses had made a cobweb as if to trap the hearts of the wisest. Her
expressive eyes became more eloquent and lips were intensely enticing. Her
chest measured a full 36 D, a tiny waistline of 29" on the tape and a pair
of gorgeous hips of 38. In appearance, Janet and Lisa were not much
different except their ages, and Janet often told her daughter that she was
almost the same when she was in Lisa's age.

Meanwhile, Love let her mistress, Lust, to enter and raise her hood in
their heart. In consequence, though both Janet and Lisa felt an oneness
with each other, but when they kissed and were wont to be in firm embrace,
both felt stirring in their breasts to be crushed by each other's hands and
explored by each other's mouth. Though both of them felt tingling between
their thighs, none dared to do any venture in the fear of destroying the
divine relationship

But when they were not in each other's company, they did not feel any
arousal for anybody. As Janet was in show business, she had to be
associated with many attractive girls and women as well as males, but she
never felt any stirring for anybody even for a second. So all absorbing,
like a vast sea, her love was for Lisa that she would not have bothered to
even have eyed Cupid or her mother, Venus. The strap-on dildo that she had
purchased long ago and was wont to be remembered on certain occasions of
self-satisfaction by Janet, was left uncared, unattended and unopened after
the incidence that took place four years ago in a certain divine night.

On the teens around Lisa's age, are always eager for sexual awakening, but
Lisa did not care a bit. If it is said that she was not disturbed by her
sexual arousal, it will be a lie but, whenever there was an arousal, she
suppressed it with the aid of her great mental strength. She even hadn't
touched her maiden vagina with any intention of self-satisfaction, as she
thought that only Janet in the world had had the right to touch her
there. She, in the heart of her hearts, believed that even she had not had
any right to touch there with an intention of satisfying her physical
hunger.

One day, all the barriers would have been blown away but for a very
unfortunate phone call.

On that day, Lisa had been fidgeting much sitting alone on the large couch
of their drawing room. She was wearing a really low necked red tank-top,
which had made her curves of her upper torso much prominent, and a medium
length blue denim skirt with a fashionable slit in the middle exposing her
gorgeous thighs almost up to her matching panty. In consequence of the deep
neckline, a large part of her magnificent breasts was clearly
visible. Janet had just come back from her work and she was in her bath.

It was about 9 p.m. when Janet came out of her room refreshed in a loose
black silk gown that ran up to her calves of her shapely leg; and below the
gown, there had not even a single thread on her heavenly body. She was
carrying a large pack of fresh pop-corn, a thing which both Lisa and she
loved to munch as a time pass.

When Janet neared the soft couch, Lisa put her both the arms across at the
back of her head, inclined at the back rest of the couch as much as
possible and beckoned Janet to sit at her right beside her. Janet obliged,
and cuddled towards Lisa in such a manner that her the upper part of her
left arm touched the blooming right breast of Lisa. Then she cut the packet
open and offered it to Lisa.

Lisa, while savoring the touch of her mother's divine pressure on her right
breast said, "How can I pick them up? My hands are at my back. Let me have
them from your fingers, Janet."

Janet smiled and bent her head to rest it on the hollow of Lisa's shoulder
smashing Lisa's right breast further. She then began to pick the popcorns
in ones and twos, and put them into Lisa's mouth. On every occasion, her
fingers brushed past Lisa's petal-sot lips. She detected the quivering
sensation of the lips through the nerves of her fingers clearly. She felt,
after a minute or so, Lisa began to breathe heavily and her breathing
turned uneven. With every rise and fall of Lisa's magnificent breasts, her
left hand was also rising and falling.

Suddenly Janet's eyes were transfixed as soon as her eyes fell on the
breasts of Lisa and, what she saw, was sufficient to make her
speechless. The extra deep neckline of the tank top clearly revealed a
large part of Lisa's breathtaking cleavage. A deep gorge between two high
mounds was too irresistible for Janet. The rise and fall of the beautiful
breasts were making Janet mad and flooding away all her hesitation. The
more had she been trying to take off her eyes from the lovely valley, more
bewitched were her eyes by the magnificent beauty.

Even an angel would have turned by the charm of the rising and falling
breasts of Lisa, and Janet was only a human. Her mouth went dry and she was
turning on and on, and an indomitable urge to touch them was creating a
vice-like grip on her. She forgot everything, let alone to feed
Lisa. Flames began to emit from her lovely face, which tuned totally
scarlet, as all the blood of her body had been accumulated on her face
then. Her breathing became rapid and her heart began to pound heavily.

Lisa was surprised for not having anything to munch. She looked at the
burning face of Janet and clearly found that her mother's eyes had been
fixed at her deep-heaving breasts. She then unlocked her palms behind her
head, and ran her right hand and rested it on the right shoulder of Janet
lovingly. She whispered in Janet's left ear, "Give me something to munch."

Had Janet not been so bewitched by what she had been viewing, she would
have clearly deciphered the equivocal words of Lisa. Janet tried to control
herself somehow, though it could not be said that she was much successful
in doing so. She had really been trying to come out of her trance but she
felt that she was going too weak to find any success. When she tried to
pick popcorn from the packet, her shaky fingers brushed past the nipple of
Lisa's left breast. In consequence, Lisa shuddered terribly and let go a
deep gasp.

All hesitations, all inhibitions in Janet's heart had begun to melt away by
the intensely inflamed fire of love and lust that had been so profusely
ignited inside her heart. In consequence, when Janet put the popcorn into
Lisa's waiting mouth, her trembling fingers lingered for a longer period on
Lisa's trembling lips. She then ran them all over the lips and brought them
into the packet, again brushing, with the back of palm, past the left mound
- this time intentionally and for a longer time.

Lisa brought her right palm off Janet's shoulder and began caressing the
lovely and flaming right cheek of Janet with her shaking fingers. Soon her
fingers roamed wonderfully from her forehead, eyes, nose, lips and chin,
devouring the silk-smoothness of the right side. Within a couple of minutes
of such fore-plays of love, all the inhibition, the all hesitation, all the
faltering had been belched out off their hearts, and been thrown miles
away.

Once the riddance is achieved - whether knowingly or unknowingly - one
turns bolder and bolder, and Janet was no exception. Casting all her
rash-embraced fear and doubt away, she cupped the left mound on Lisa's
chest over the tank top. With a loud hiss, Lisa brought her left hand and
placed it on the Janet's right hand, that had cupped Lisa's left breast so
lovingly, and held it firmly there

Lisa's reaction had proved Janet's all fear of endangering her relationship
with Lisa baseless, as the maneuvering of Lisa's both hand had clearly
indicated that Janet's bold advancement was being welcomed by Lisa. She had
been transported into a passionate trance, in which she had forgotten
everything, everything had been wiped away from her views; the only
reality, the only truth and only view was Lisa's heaving breasts - cupped
firmly by her own right hand.

Slowly she began to massage the breast. Then the massage changed into
rubbing. Lisa could not believe her senses. Her dream was becoming
true. She brought her mother's face from the hollow of her right shoulder
and placed it on her right mound. Soon Janet began to rub her burning face
in the butter-soft breasts of Lisa. Lisa pressed Janet's face on her
breasts with all her might, as if she had been trying to save Janet from
drowning. The hearts of both of them were pounding madly and they could
hear the loud beating of their hearts.

In a wild frenzy, Lisa took her mother's right hand and inserted it to
bring it on her bra-encased breasts through the deep neckline of her
top. Janet first cupped the mound with her palm and, next moment, drove it
inside the bra and cupped the naked feather-soft flesh of the left breasts
firmly. She felt how her daughter's bud of the breast turned stiff. She
next manipulated the mound out through the deep neckline of Lisa's tank top
to bring the mound out of the top. With a loud hiss, Lisa welcomed Janet's
maneuvering of the right hand.

Lisa went simply mad. It was the first time in her life when someone
touched her naked breast. The sensation that her breast is fondled by none
other but by her long cherished dream-woman, was making her wilder and
wilder. She began to breather violently. She began to pant wildly. Loud
moaning and hissing were coming out from her throat almost
continuously. With wild eyes, she viewed how her mother was fondling and
caressing her breast. The view was sufficient to drive her into crazy
delirium. Her moans stopped, her hissing stopped and she began to feel that
she was being carried away by the violent force of her passion like a small
flower in a violent torrent.

Lisa then jerked down the upper part of Janet's body and made her to lie on
her young lap. The slit of her skirt had been widened exposing her lovely
snow-white thighs, and the touch of the back of her Janet's head on her
thighs made her more frenzied. Lisa then pushed her left breasts firmly
against the flaming face of Janet, who gaped for a while and bought her
lovely lips on the heaving mound right on top of the blooming deep pink
engorged bud of Lisa's breast. Lisa felt she would die out of sheer ecstasy
and rapture. Beads of joy from her eyes began to roll down her scarlet
cheeks.

The lying on her back on Lisa's lap had made the ripe breasts of Janet then
totally vulnerable for Lisa's hand to cup, and Lisa took the fullest
advantage of the situation. She brought her both the hands, placed them on
the high mounds and cupped them with her all might. Janet cried loudly, as
she was being caressed in that way after long twelve years. After long
twelve years, somebody cupped her breasts, and this "somebody" was none
else but her daughter, her lover, her daughter- husband. Out of a great
sexual deluge, she began to writhe continuously, and the intensity of her
breast fondling became wilder and wilder.

Within a few moments, Lisa pushed open the flaps of the silk-gown to expose
the naked breasts in front of her eyes. Two breathtaking large milk-white
mounds with faint blue lines of veins and arteries, two light pink aureoles
- about 2" radius, capped by two deep pink cardamom sized stiff nipples -
made Lisa breathless. She had never seen such attractive things before, and
she then began to caress them wildly by much forceful cupping, rubbing and
kneading. Janet's matured body began to shake like a fallen leaf in the
gusts of wind when Lisa caught both the deep-pink cardamoms with her thumbs
and index fingers of her two hands and began to twitch and tingle them to
drive Janet go deep-drowned in an ocean of lustful rapture.

Within another minute, Lisa inclined to her right a bit and brought her
lovely mouth on the left breast of Janet, and began to run her tongue madly
all over the roundness of the heavenly breast. She was washing the mound
with her saliva. Then she brought her tongue very near to the aureole and
began to lick the entire pink circle feverishly. After about a minute, she
began to run the tip of her tongue along the circumference of the
aureole. After each completion of the circle, she lifted her head and
looked, with lustful eyes, at Janet's flushed face, which was reflecting
then the rapture she had been having by both her own sucking Lisa's nipple
and the tongue maneuvering of Lisa.

Janet gave a muffled groan, as Lisa had pushed her own breasts on her
mouth. Her muffling sounds grew more intense when Lisa's lips finally
brooded over the left nipple. She again shivered in wild
pleasure-spasm. Nobody knew that for how long they continued their foreplay
of love.

Ultimately, Lisa, separating her mouth from the mound, said, "Let me
undress you, Janet, my lovely wife!"

Bewitched Janet, forgetting everything about them, murmured almost
inaudibly just to strike the eardrum of Lisa, "Yes, My Lovely Daughter
Husband, do whatever you wish."

Lisa's heart had been longing to hear the beautiful phrase, 'Lisa, My
Lovely Daughter-Wife' since the time, she did not know properly, and turned
breathless when the phrase showered ambrosia in her ears and spread all
over her quivering body. From the ambrosia, a sweet and ringing sensation
began to spread all over hey young body in waves. She began to shiver
terribly in the deluging waves of her unendurable ecstasy and, as if to
save herself falling, she, lifting her mother from her breasts, took her
"wife" in a very firm embrace.

Lisa, out of her sheer joy was weeping silently, but her young body was in
gusts because of the stirring deep inside her heart. Janet had been using
all her comforting forces to pacify Lisa. Nobody practically knew for how
long Lisa had been clutching Janet, with all her force, in her firm
embrace, and for how long Janet was holding her daughter's violently
trembling body in her arms.

After many uncountable moments, both of them controlled themselves
somehow. Janet, bringing her "wife" to face her and whispered, "Won't my
"husband" undress her "wife"?"

Lisa, in reply, made her "wife" and herself to stand upright and, untying
the belt round her "wife's" waistline, separated the silk gown and let it
slip to fall in a heap at the ankle of Janet. Lisa stepped back a step to
let Janet step out of her now unnecessary silk gown, stark naked. In the
dim light, her nudity was dazzling like a myriad candled
chandelier. Bewitched Lisa could not believe her eyes. Was she so
beautiful, so breathtaking!!!!!! Lisa silently prayed to God for letting
her such an exquisite woman as her lover and "wife".

Bewitched Lisa advanced her hands to cup the magnificent pair of high
globes, which did not sag, even a bit in spite of her matured 35 years. The
deep-pink cardamoms crowning her lover's high mounds had then been erected
- less for the coolness of the room but more for her arousal. Lisa circled
the pink aureoles with the tip of her index fingers of both of her hands
for a minute or so. The already erect nipples grew stiffer and more
engorged when Lisa's two loving index fingers finally nestled on them.

Janet whispered, "Please let me undress my 'husband' now. Let me see her in
complete nudity, my darling."

So saying, she disentangled Lisa's hands off her butter-soft mounds and
began to roll up the tank top. Every inch of upward rolling of the red top
had been revealing the breathtaking and captivating beauty of her
daughter. Ultimately, Janet took the tank top over Lisa's head and threw it
away. Now Lisa stood in her in her black half-cupped bra and matching
panty.

Janet eyed the beauty of her daughter and only could purr, "Wonderful,
magnificent, god-envying you are, my 'husband' and my daughter!" She even
forgot to blink.

Seeing her "wife-mother" so enchanted, Lisa then slipped the straps of her
bra off her shoulders and turning the garment to bring the clip in her
front, she undid it. Janet, in her weird trance thought that two large pink
apples were crying in glee for being free from the imprisonment of bra. She
next brought Lisa close and embraced her passionately.

With the embrace, two pairs of proud and arrogant breasts were smashed
against each other's, as Janet had lifted up her body to wipe out the
difference of two inches on her toes. They stood there for long - lost in
their ecstasy of rapturous fulfillment - lips to lips, breasts to breasts,
while their arms circled lovingly each other's back. Their lips opened and
their lips, with snake-ease, entered into each other's lovely mouth. They
began to play, gambol and explore their mouths.

Very soon, Lisa felt that she was growing too weak to stand any longer and
she would swoon soon; she grew feeble in her knees. Tears of joy again
began to roll down her lovely cheeks, which began to smear Janet's burning
face. Again she was gusting violently.

Realizing her daughter's helpless condition, Janet made Lisa to sit on the
couch and herself kneeled on the floor. She picked up the right leg of Lisa
in her own hand and, bringing the big toe to her mouth, began to suck
it. Then keeping the foot on the floor, she repeated the maneuvering on her
left foot. She next began to kiss upward from the left ankle up to her left
thigh taking special care for not to spare even an inch. She then performed
an action-replay to Lisa's right leg.

When Janet's mouth reached about 3 inches away from Lisa's vagina, Janet
began to run her tongue along with her showers of kisses alternatively at
both thighs. When her tongue reached very close her "wife's" pussy, Janet's
face had been welcomed by the aroma of Lisa's aroused sex. Pre-climax cum
began to flow freely and rapidly from her maiden cunt and pre-climax spasm
began to shake her body and put it into gentle convulsion. Unknowingly Lisa
spread her thighs to award a better access to her "mother-wife's" invading
face and tongue, there.

Suddenly, Lisa began to convulse violently, as she had been drifting
towards - inch by inch - her first real climax. Being kissed, for the first
time of her life, near to her most delicate and sensitive areas, had made
her crazy. She felt something had been happening inside her. Some sort of
irresistible pain of pleasure had been radiating from her vaginal area and
spreading, in lightning speed, all through her body. Gradually, her
convulsion grew more and more intense. Squeezing her own lovely breasts
firmly with her own two hands, she began to rock her head side to side. Her
lovely golden tresses had covered her flaming face under a gold cobweb. Her
angelic face had been reflecting the rapture, with which her young heart
had been overflowing.

Janet's tongue inched towards Lisa's maiden cunt. Lisa could not hold the
pleasant pain any more when Janet's lips finally reached her cunt and, with
a loud moan and, throwing her head backward and rocking sidewise, kneading
her breasts and twitching her rock-hard engorged nipples and, then holding
Janet's head with all her might against her thighs, she achieved her maiden
climax of her life, with a loud groan. Then an ecstatic scream of joy and
then a quick maidenly change to tears and almost hysterical wails and
yells, which finally changed into convulsive sobbing, shook Lisa terribly.

Waves after waves of convulsive spasm began to ring her young nerves
wildly. Everything around her went black. Then a color-riot appeared in
front of her eyes. Then the entire world exploded into billions and
billions of small pieces, which rapidly transformed into twinkling stars in
front of her eyes. Everything exploded in a violent explosion. Her
love-juices began to flood the burning face of her "wife" Janet, who tried
to lick and lap as much as she could but, still, a great volume of those
precious juice had been wasted making the wet patch of the couch below her
shapely ass larger and larger.

Her convulsion had not yet been fully controlled even after four to five
minutes after her climax. Her body was still shaking, at intervals, due to
post-climax convulsion. Post cum was also flowing out, though in less
volume.

Janet, still in-between the thighs of her "husband", felt an ecstatic fever
after realizing that she had awarded her daughter-husband the first climax
of her life, and she herself had been the source of all pleasure of her
daughter, with which her Lisa had been showered.

It was not before 11 p.m. on the clock when Lisa's breathing turned to be
normal and everything re-appeared again in front of her material eyes. Her
divine face was still covered under a delicate golden mess of her
hair. Meanwhile, Janet had got up from in-between Lisa's thighs, sat beside
her and was looking, with all the love of the world, at her "husband's"
loving face. Her hand was running all over the back of her husband's
head. Lisa's face, lightly covered under the thin golden cobweb, was
looking so wonderful and bewitching that Janet could not take her eyes off.

Ultimately, Lisa opened her eyes and found that two lovely grey and
eloquent eyes had been brooded over her own face. The two pairs of
expressive eyes met and locked for a long time. With a wonderful smile on
her lips, and running her fingers softly over her mother's face, Lisa
whispered, "I LOVE YOU, JANET, MY 'MOTHER-WIFE', I LOVE YOU!"

Bringing her daughter's satiated face close to her, Janet said, "I LOVE YOU
TOOOOOOOO, MY LOVELY 'DAUGHTER HUSBAND'! I'LL LOVE YOU ETERNALLY!!!!!

Then their lips met again to flag off their further voyage in Sapphic world
on the night.

End Of Part-III.