Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2006 09:12:31 -0800
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Three Generations (lesbian / incest, g/FF)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts of incest between mother, daughter, aunt and
grandmother. If this type of content offends you or you are under
the age of 18 do not read it.
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Three Generations
By
Jan
Young girls that are brought up in a household with only
women in them always wonder why they don't have fathers like their
neighbors and school girl friends. Misty had asked her mother many
times but never got much of and answer to the question. Her
mother only said that it had not worked out. Apparently Lily had
divorced Misty's father before she was old enough to remember him.
Lily's sister, Abby, had moved in with them shortly after the
divorce. Misty was growing up in a home with two mothers for all
intent and purpose. Abby was the older sister and assumed
authority. Lily accepted orders from her and allowed her to
discipline Misty when she felt it was needed.
They lived in a rather small two bedroom house on Jackson
Street in Lincoln, Wisconsin. It was natural that Lily and Abby slept
in one bedroom and misty slept in the smaller one. The three of
them got along almost as if they were a normal family. Abby, as it
turned out, was more like a man that Misty suspected.
Misty was thirteen years old and in the seventh grade when
things changed. She was an auburn haired, brown eyed sweet
looking girl by this time. She did well in school and tried to please
everyone. Lily was thirty-four years old and a blue eyed blonde with
a good figure. All she wanted was for someone to look after her.
Abby was thirty-six years old and kept her short hair dyed black. Her
eyes were hazel. She was tall and almost portly. It was as if she
was trying to look like Elvis Presley. She was a confirmed lesbian
but that was something a young girl did not recognize or understand.
Even though Misty was beginning to find out about sex from
her friends and from her own curiosity her understanding that Aunt
Abby was a lesbian was a slow development. She had thought there
was something strange about her but the realization that her aunt
was a dyke was slow coming to Misty's consciousness. Her friend
laughed about lesbians and told jokes about dykes and talked about
which teachers at school were butch. The ones they speculated
about being dykes displayed mannerisms that Misty began to
recognize as similar to her Aunt Abby's. At first she didn't want to
admit that her aunt was gay but early on in the summer just after
school ended she was brought to grips with the obvious.
She was used to seeing Aunt Abby running her hands over
her mother's body but never associated that as something sexual.
One night she had made arrangements to spend the night at the
home of a school friend for a sleep over with some other friends.
She had her cheap sleeping bag and what she thought she would
need when her mother dropped her off for the night. It was not long
before Misty remembered that she had forgotten her favorite CD
music and ran all the way home to retrieve them.
When she arrived she used her key to open the kitchen door
at the side of the house. Inside it seemed quiet and she thought
that her aunt and mother must have gone someplace. She was
headed to her bedroom to retrieve her CD's when she heard a noise
coming from the living room. She was about to walk in when she
saw her mother and aunt on the couch.
They were both naked and her mother was sitting on the sofa
while Abby was crawling all over her sucking on her breasts. Abby's
hand was between Lily's legs and it was moving around. Lilly was
moaning in a wanton song of lust. Misty was ignorant of what was
going on but she knew enough to know that what ever her Aunt was
doing was sexual. She didn't want to be seen and backed up and
went to her room and got her CD's and headed back to the home of
her friend.
She was understandably distracted the rest of the night. She
was not thinking about the gossip her friends were talking about.
She just could not dispel the image of her Aunt and mother naked
on the sofa and the way her Aunt was feeling her mother's body. She
struggled with the image all night and in the morning when the party
broke up she gathered up her belongings and waited for her mother
to pick her up. She was quiet on the ride home. Lily figured
something had happened between Misty and her friends to piss her
off but she would not talk about it.
After that misty kept a close eye on her mother and Aunt.
She caught glimpses of them kissing and feeling each other's body.
She even got up during the night and listened to the sounds coming
from their bedroom. She didn't open the door but she heard their
muffled talking and the moaning along with the squeaking bed
springs. She could picture what they were doing. After all Aunt Abby
was telling her mother "Suck it! Lily suck my pussy" and things like
that. Misty was spending a lot of time watching them that summer
before her Grandmother came for a visit.
It was mid August when her Grandmother Marge arrived from
Milwaukee. Misty had always loved her Granny and was thrilled that
when ever she stayed over night that she slept with her in her bed.
Granny Marge was a sixty-five year old. Her blonde hair was turning
gray. The hair on her temples was almost white. The waves of hair
flowed over her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel. Misty wondered if
she knew that her daughters were lesbians or not.
That night after they had gone to bed Misty waited until she
heard the squeaking bed before nudging her grandmother and told
her that she had seen Aunt Abby and her mother having sex with
each other. She wanted her grandmother to see what they wee
doing for herself. She got out of bed and put on socks so that her
feet would not make a sound as she led her Granny to the door to
the other bedroom. Marge put on her house slippers and followed
her granddaughter. They opened the door enough to see the bed.
Misty was shorter and Marge peered over her head into the
room. Sure enough Lily and Abby were totally naked. This time Lily
was lying on her back with her knees raised and Abby was on top
with her head between her Lily's legs. Of course Marge knew just
what they were doing and the sight caused her to become aroused.
Marge had had a few love affairs when she was younger. She
had even had female lovers right before her husband died. The sight
of her daughters engaged in lesbian sex brought back memories of
her own love affairs. Marge had not had sex with another person,
male or female, for the past five years after her husband's death.
Now watching her daughters in bed with each other was turning her
on.
Marge felt her nipples begin to harden. She had assumed
that sex was behind her until that moment. She had thought her
arousal system had dried up but her pussy was telling differently
now. Marge found herself placing her arms around the waist of
Misty and placing her right hand on her granddaughter's vulva.
Misty almost made a sound as she pulled the door closed
and her Granny pushed her back to their bedroom. After they were
back in their bed Marge started explaining to her what her desires
were all about. Marge told her that she had known about Abby from
the time she was a girl. She had even known that Lily had played
around some but thought she had outgrown it. She even admitted
to Misty that she had flirted around with lesbianism in her past.
While Marge was explaining to Misty about lesbian sex she
could not resist rubbing her granddaughter's body. The result was
that they were both becoming sexually excited. Misty's young
breasts were almost painful in their desire for stimulation. Marge
was soon stimulating them with her hands which caused the girl to
breath all the harder until she was close to hyperventilating. She
liked the feeling her grandmother was giving her and she didn't
protest.
Marge took her time and slowly finished undressing her
granddaughter. As Marge finished undressing Misty her own
nightgown creaked up so that when she wrapped her legs around
the soft thigh of Misty's leg she thrilled at the feel of soft flesh
between her legs. When Marge had Misty naked she sucked on her
hard nipples while she slowly masturbated the girl until she had
reached a climax. If it were not for the fact that Lily and Abby were
making so much noise in their room they would have heard Misty
reach her first climax at the hand of her Granny. The grandmother
thrilled in making her granddaughter cum repeatedly by massaging
her clit and finger fucking her little hole.
Watching her granddaughter have one orgasm after another
only excited her all the more. Any guilt about seducing her own
granddaughter was long past and she knew that she had to have a
good cum herself. She grabbed Misty's hand and placed it between
her legs. As misty started exploring her grandmother's pussy Marge
actually forced Misty's hand into that considerable cavity. She
pulled it into her cunt right up to the wrist and then pulled it out a
little before shoving it back in.
Misty was soon fist fucking her grandmother's old pussy for
all she was worth. Marge could not believe that she was actually
having a climax. That special feeling that started in her clit and
spread like waves until her whole body was aflame. Afterwards the
two of them took turns inspecting each other's body. Marge had
changed Misty's dippers as a baby and had seen every inch of her.
She knew that Misty had a blood mole behind her left ear as a baby
and now she pulled the hair back and looked behind her ear for it.
The blood had been absorbed by her body and there was only an
indentation left. They spent the night felling each others body.
Marge felt compelled to suck the small breasts. Of course Misty was
attracted to her grandmother's large sagging tits. She had no idea
how big they were. All she knew was that each one of her tits felt
larger than the volleyballs from school. Each one of her Granny's
areolas was larger that her breasts and the nipples were larger than
the first joint on her little fingers. She suckled on the nipples in turn
and reveled in the fragrance of her Granny's perfume between her
breasts.
Marge placed her hand between Misty's legs and
masturbated her again as she allowed her to suck on her nipples. It
was hard to tell which one was enjoying it more. Marge had not had
her breasts sucked on in years. She was about to wet herself from
the thrill. On the other hand Misty had already several orgasms and
now she was about to reach another one. Marge stopped playing
with Misty's pussy all of a sudden and Misty tried to pull Granny's
hand back to her pussy and she begged her not top stop.
Marge simply held Misty to the bed and placed her hand over
Misty's mouth to keep her quiet. Then she proceeded to move down
her body until her face was between the slender legs and she was
sucking on the girl's pussy. Misty was biting her lower lip to keep
from screaming. She wrapped her legs around her Granny's head
and she crossed her ankles practically chocking her. Just when
Misty thought it could not feel any more exciting Marge placed her
hands under Misty's butt and then she parted the buns and slipped a
finger into the girl's asshole.
The climax misty had was mind blowing she screamed out
her satisfaction so load that both Abby and Lily thought something
had happened to her and came running. When the door flew open
they saw Misty with their mother between her legs sucking on her so
hard the girl was still shaking. Marge had hardly heard the scream
because the soft thighs were still muffling her ears.
The two sisters entered the room and sat on the bed. When
the bed sagged Marge looked up and saw her daughters watching
her. She tried to sit up but Misty still had her legs locked around her
neck and when Marge used her hands to lift her head up she pulled
Misty up until she was upside down. Abby was the first to react and
she placed her hands under Misty and lifted her up so that she was
sitting on her Granny's shoulders with her pussy still locked against
her mouth.
When they finally allowed Misty lay back down on the bed the
three women started making love to her all over again. Mother and
Aunt took turns sucking her budding breasts and feeding her their
own breasts. In time they formed a daisy chain so that misty could
suck her mother's pussy while Aunt Abby sucked hers and Granny
was sucking Abby while Lily was sucking Granny's. They reversed
positions after the fist time they all climaxed then Granny and Misty
changed places so that each one had had the chance to suck the
pussy of everyone in the room.
For the rest of Marge's visit the four of them could not get
enough sex with each other. It was a warm summer and they
sweated a lot. Abby seemed to enjoy rubbing her nose between the
crack of Misty's butt and vagina the most. Misty was soon
captivated by the sexual thrill she got out of making love to the
women in her life. She eventually had to make arrangements with
her mother and aunt so that she could sleep with one of them at a
time. When Granny visited she slept with her but Granny also got to
make love to her daughters during the day.
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