Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 14:38:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Mothers 2 (lesbian/Incest, oral, anal, g/F, g/gF, g/F, f/f, f/FF)

Warning:

Incest, oral, anal, g/F, g/gF, g/F,  f/f, f/FF
Incest oral, anal,

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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                   Two Mothers 2
                 Elisabeth's Story
                        By
                       Jan

	Being the daughter of a couple of lesbians was a
normal thing for me.  I never looked upon our family
as being different from my playmates.

	Margaret was a very striking blonde.  People
often compared her to Alfred Hitchcock's leading
ladies like Grace Kelly and Tippi Hedren.  Her blonde
hair hung down her back between her shoulder blades
when not pinned up in a lacquered French Twist.
Brenda had chestnut hair and blue eyes, and a winning
smile.  Both women looked like professional business
women or possibly real-estate brokers.  Brenda is my
biological mother.  Margaret is the sister of my
biological father.  Everyone thinks I am her daughter,
because of our blonde hair.

	They didn't go around making a public display of
their love for each other.  Of course I did see them
kissing and occasionally I saw them feeling each
other's breasts.  Like any child when I didn't feel well
I would climb into bed with my parents and sleep
between them.  It was natural for me to cling to them
and bury my head between their breasts.  The
warmth and smell of their bodies was very assuring.
They never objected to me touching their bodies in
personal places.  They did caution me "Elisabeth, don't
go around touching your playmates like that, because
a lot of other people consider that sort of touching
wrong."

	That didn't stop me from finding ways to check
out what other girls sexual organs looked like.  As a
young girl I did get caught by some mothers of some
of my playmates with my hand in their panties.  Some
of them reproached me for doing that, others
complained to my mother.

	I had seen my mother's sucking tits and pussies
by the time I was old enough to go to school, and I
was clever about seducing my playmates.  I found out
that I liked sucking the nipples and pussies of my
playmates.

	My mothers added to their income by buying
rundown homes and restoring them, so they could flip
them for a profit.  Brenda selected the property and
Margaret hired contractors to repair them, and she
was responsible for decorating the interior.  As soon
as they were livable we moved into the house, and
they sold the one we had been living in.  We moved
every two or three years as a result, but that always
added a lot of money to the annual family income.

	Our moving around so often also meant having to
make new friends every couple of years.  Many of the
homes they bought were in older neighborhoods, so a
lot of our neighbors were senior citizens.  When I
was in preschool one of our neighbors was a white
haired widow.  She was a sweet looking little old lady,
named Velma.  She befriended me and told me she
had a lot of dolls, and I reminded her of some of her
dolls.

	She invited me in to see her dolls, and sure
enough she had hundreds of dolls in every room of
her house.  She proudly showed me her dolls and one
of them, obviously her favorite doll was of Shirley
Temple dressed in a Valentine's white dress with
little red hearts all over it and a red bow in her hair.
She told me that she even had a copy of that dress
that would fit me.

	When she showed me the dress I was very
excited about trying it on.  She laid out black Mary-
Jane shoes, white ankle socks with red trim, fancy
ruffled panties, the copy of the Valentine dress along
with the a red hair bow.  I quickly took off my
clothes, and Velma made a big fuss about how pretty
I looked.  She helped me put on the ruffled panties.
She helped me, smoothing out the material of the
panties. I felt a tingle in my pussy.  She got me all
dolled up in the clothes and she hugged and kissed
me.  When she sat me on her lap,she stroked my
body,  I kissed her and felt her big soft breasts.
When I did that she placed a hand on my panties and
rubbed me.

	Velma and I became very good friends.
Whenever Brenda and Margaret wanted a night out,
Velma would babysit me.  When I would visit her we
would play our games of dress up.  I was thrilled to
have her play with my pussy, and I was just as happy
sucking on her tits.  It was like having a grandmother
that was happy to kiss my pussy and allow me to suck
her tits and kiss her pussy.  She even continued to sit
with me the next time we moved to a new house.

	When I was about eight years old I made
friends with a girl my age.  She was an attractive girl
with dark hair and brown skin, named Lupe.  She was
Mexican, and her mother was divorced.  I thought her
mother was very pretty, even though she was a little
overweight.  I thought the extra pounds just made
her curves even more desirable.

	When I started feeling up Lupe, she responded
quickly by feeling me up.  We quickly went from
kissing and touching each other's panties to actually
taking down each other's panties and sucking of each
other's pussy.  It was inevitable that her mother
caught us sucking each other's pussy.  She didn't
reproach us at all.  She simply closed the bedroom
door.  I was nervous about it for a day or two.  I even
avoided seeing Lupe, but one afternoon her mother
caught me on the street and invited me to have tea
with her.

	I couldn't refuse her invitation, so I went home
with her.  She asked me why I wasn't playing with
Lupe.  "You are hurting her feelings."  I told her that
I was afraid that she was mad at me.  She told me
that she was not mad at me about anything.  What we
were doing was natural.  She even took hold of my
wrist and placed my hand on one of her big, soft tits.
I could feel her nipple pressing against the palm of
my hand.  It was obvious she didn't have a bra on.

	I was a little nervous about what Lupe would say
if she saw me feeling up her mother, and asked where
Lupe was.  She told me that Lupe was visiting her
grandmother, as she placed her hand on the inside of
my thigh just below my short school dress.  The
instant her hand touched my flesh made me tingle all
over.  I squeezed her tit.  She bent down and kissed
me on the mouth.  I could feel her breath on my
cheek as she kissed me.  That empowered me to stick
my hand inside her dress and feel her breast.  She
used her free hand to unbutton the top of her dress,
giving me full access to her big brown tits.  The other
hand had moved up my legs and was rubbing the
crotch of my panties.

	Once I had full access to her breasts I couldn't
resist stopping our kiss, so that I could take one of
her nipples into my mouth.  It must have pleased her,
because she was moaning, and telling me how good it
felt.  I switched from one nipple to the other until
the woman bridged her body up off of the couch, and
reached under her dress to pull her panties down
below her knees, them she used her legs to kick the
panties off.  She pulled her dress up above her waist
to expose her body from the waist down.

	I had been close enough to my mothers to know
what their pussies smelled like, so I recognized the
smell of her pussy.  There was no tan line on her
brown body, but there were marks where the elastic
of her panties had been.  Her vulva had a thick mat of
black pubic hair.  I couldn't resist bending over her
thigh and spreading her pussy open to have a good
look at her cunt.  Her labia minor were a chocolate
brown.  I took her labia into my mouth and sucked her
labia very noisily.  She sought out my pussy by pulling
the leg apart.  She found out very quickly that I
didn't have a hymen in the way.

	We sucked each other's pussy for a long time.
My face was covered with her juice.  When I had to
straighten up my clothes to go home, my face felt like
the drying juice was shrinking the skin.

	After that day I visited Lupe every day.  I
always kissed her mother before going home, and
when Lupe was not home her mother and I had a
great time.  It was rather strange. Lupe's mother got
off knowing that I was having sex with her daughter,
at the same time she didn't want Lupe to know that I
was partying with her mother too.

	I didn't understand the logic, if she wanted to
have sex with her daughter, why do it vicariously by
having sex with someone that was having sex with her
daughter?

	Any further speculation was interrupted by the
sale of a restored home.  We moved to another part
of town, to another residence.

	This move resulted in my first encounter with
my first dyke.  Margaret contracted for an
electrician to redo the complete electrical system
throughout the entire house that had been built
during the early thirties, with knob and tube wiring
and a fuse box that used those old fuses that look
like shotgun shells.

	The interior walls had to be removed so that
the electrician could run new wire, outlet boxes and a
new breaker box with enough breakers to allow for
additional electrical systems.  The day I met the
electrician I assumed she was a dyke, because she
looked like an amalgam of every description of a bull
dyke, I had ever heard of.

	I'm sure her mother named her Jacqueline after
Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, but she went by Jackie,
but I suspect she spelled it Jacky.  If it were not for
her breasts she could almost pass for a man.

	She preferred a man's style of haircut.  She
had a dark noticeable mustache on her upper lip.  Her
uniform looked a lot like a United Parcel Post type of
uniform, kind'a brown but almost green.  She had a
tool belt around her waist, and she wore gum soled
leather work boots.

	When I met her it was obvious that she had an
eye for Margaret.  To her a 12-year-old was just a
snotty nosed thing that would be nothing but trouble
for a gal like her, but I was determined to find out
what sex with her would be like.

	One day after school I went to the house being
repaired and found her in the living room wiring up
outlet boxes.  She was kneeling in front of the wall
attaching electrical sockets.  She didn't notice me
slipping up behind her, until I placed my hands on her
shoulders and kissed the back of her neck.

	Her response was to wheel around with a
screwdriver in her right hand.  She had a threatening
expression on her face.  It frightened me, but her
face softened, and she told me, "Don't creep up on me
like that!"

	"I just want to get to know you better!" I said.

	"Kid, you're too young to be messing around with
women like me!  You could get both of us in trouble if
your mother found out!" she said.

	"Margaret is not my mother!  Brenda is my
mother.  The reason I look so much like Margret is
because they used her brother's sperm to get Brenda
pregnant." I said.

	The aroused Jacky's interest, "are you saying
that you have a couple of lesbians for parents?"

	"That's right, and that's why they wouldn't get
upset if I fool around with a woman like you!"

	With that she stood up and took me by the
hand.  She led me into the kitchen where there was
an old table and five old wooden kitchen chairs.  She
picked me up and sat me on the edge of the table.  I
was wearing a simple white blouse and pleated navy
blue skirt.  I even helped her unbutton the blouse and
remove it.  I also had an inexpensive white slip.  She
pulled the straps off my shoulders to expose my
youthful budding breasts.  As a twelve year old I had
reasonable sized B breasts with areolas almost as
large as my breasts.  They looked like swollen little
pink tits perched on to top of my flesh colored
breasts.

	Jacky bent over and sucked on one tit while
playing with the other.  She eventually felt the
necessity to take the rest of my clothes off.  She
unfastened the skirt, and had I clung to her neck, so
that she could lift me up enough to pull the skirt and
slip out from under my butt.  She even removed my
panties to get a look at my pussy.  I was very proud of
the fact that I had grown a dark blonde pubic bush
over the past six months.  It was my proof that I was
becoming an adult.  Jacky must have approved of
what she saw.

	She knelt before me and spread my young legs.
She was an expert at sucking pussy.  I was withering
through an orgasm in short order.  When I recovered
I wanted to see what she looked like under those
manly clothes.

	I wanted to unbutton her shirt, but she stopped
me.  "I don't want to do anything more here, because
anyone could walk in on us.  Are you willing to come
home with me?"

	I accepted, and she helped me get dressed
again.  She picked up her tools and locked up the
house with a lock box that only my parents and
contractors had keys.  We got into her delivery van
marked with her address and phone number on the
sides.  She headed directly to her home on the
outskirts of town.  It was a modest home but clean
enough.

	She led me directly to her bedroom, where she
started to undress me again.  To expedite our
disrobing, I took over undressing myself.  I shed my
clothes very quickly, and Jacky started undressing
herself.

	The short sleeved work shirt came off fast
enough.  I was close enough to her that I could smell
her pungent body odor.  Underneath she was wearing
a black sports bra that mashed her breasts against
her body, reducing her obviously large breasts to
almost unnoticeable state.  At that point I was so
fascinated with her removing her bra that I hardly
noticed that her underarms were unshaven.  When
unrestrained her breasts must have been at least a
G-size.  She was in such a hurry that she could not be
bothered with removing her work books.

	She shed her work belt and unfastened her
work pants.  As she lowered them I noticed that she
didn't shave her legs at all.  They were covered with
an abundant amount of hair.  She struggled to get her
pants over her boots.  When she straightened up she
had on men's boxer shorts.

	I watched with interest as she pulled down her
underwear.  She turned her back to me as she pulled
them down.  I watched as she exposed a large smooth
butt.  Bending over to step out of the underwear gave
me a look at her hairy vulva and I followed the hairy
trail up to her asshole.  When she turned to face me,
I had never seen a woman with so much hair.  There
was a trail running up the middle of her body and her
pubic hair ran down her legs.  She mounted the bed
and straddled my legs as she worked her way up my
body.

	She sat on my chest and moved her hips
forward until her hairy pussy was right in front of my
face.  I had already found out that kissing her hairy
lip was like kissing a male.  Kissing her hairy pussy was
an invitation to get hairs caught in my teeth or
caught at the back of my tongue.  She also
introduced me to her dildo.

	Unlike the kind of phallic tools I had seen
before with straps to hold them to their body, hers
was very unusual in that she had a dildo with a metal
armature or skeleton that attached a seven inch
phallic tool that had a fish hook device that had a
second dildo that allowed her to insert the hooked
dildo into her vagina, with the seven inch dildo
sticking out in front of her body.  That allowed her to
fuck me without any ugly straps around her waist.
There was also a marble bulge at the base of the
longer dildo.  When she thrust her hips forward the
bulge pressed against her clit, giving her an added
thrill.  For the two years we were living in the
neighborhood in one house while preparing the second
house for sale Jacky and I got together two or three
times a week to party.

	When I let Jacky know we were about to move
to a new neighborhood, before I started high school,
she was upset.  She gave me her dildo as a going away
gift.

	When we moved into the neighborhood where I
would be attending high school, we settled down to
restore an old Victorian house that would take years
to restore.  It was exciting to enter high school.  I
was meeting new people and getting used to the new
campus.  I was looking forward to finding new
relationships.  Having had a relationship with a dyke
like Jacky was enough to convince me that I would
keep my pussy shaved clean.

	The new house was an old Victorian that begged
to be restored.  Someone had added bathrooms and
remodeled the kitchen, but they had done a terrible
job of adhering to the Victorian period.  Brenda and
Margaret saw the potential of the property.  They
showed the contractors what they wanted done to
the house.  As soon as it was livable we moved in,
while work continued.  They sold the previous house
at a handsome profit.

	Living in an older neighborhood meant that most
of our neighbors were senior citizens, but there were
a few young families living in the community because
of the cheaper rent.  I spotted the sweet looking
redhead almost the first day, but was not destined to
meet her until we started high school that fall.

	Luck was with me as we had freshman social
studies and fourth period physical education
together.  I used the opportunity to befriend the
cute looking freckled faced girl, named Connie.  Her
name was really Constance, but she preferred Connie.

	After I seduced her and her mother, we
became very close.  Connie was the innocent type that
couldn't help showing her infatuation with me, all too
obviously.  It didn't take long before other students
made fun of us.  They accused us of being lesbian
lovers.  There was no point in denying it, because the
more we denied it the more they were convinced that
we were lesbians.

	One afternoon during social studies the
teacher, named Ms. Peterson had told us to read
chapters 5 and 6 quietly during class.  She worked
her way up and down the rows talking to individual
students about a number of things.  Obviously Connie
wasn't paying attention, because she tried to pass me
a note across the aisle.

	Ms. Peterson was behind her, and took the slip
of folded paper from her hand.  She opened it and
read the message.  She simply continued talking to
the other students until the bell rang.  Then she
unemotionally told Connie and me to remain.

	She came back to where we were sitting and
confronted Connie and me, "The two of you can't keep
demonstrating you infatuation with each other during
class.  It is in the best interest of the class that I
make arrangements for you Connie to change classes
to Mr. Harris.

	Connie was crying like a baby at the thought of
being separated from me.  She was very emotional
the rest of the day.  After school it was all I could do
to placate her fears, and assure her that we could
continue seeing each other after school.

	I was left to wonder why Ms. Peterson had not
transferred me.  It was obvious that I would not be
as emotional about being moved.  After class she
asked me to remain, so that she could talk to me.

	She sat down in the desk next to mine and
asked, "Do you know why I kept you in my class?"

	I looked into her clear blue eyes and said, "I
don't understand why you moved her and not me."

	She said, "Connie is very immature, she has
made it obvious that she is in love with you.  You are
more mature and less likely to make it obvious if you
are having a relationship with someone."

	I was still baffled about her logic.

	Ms. Peterson said, "I would like to discuss this
further with you after school.  It would not be
proper for us to be alone in a classroom after school,
or to be seen leaving school together, so what I would
like you to do is go to this address after school and
wait for me."  She handed me a slip of paper with an
address written on it.

	I called Margret to let her know where I was,
so that she could explain to Connie that I would be
late getting home.  I was in no hurry to get to the
address.  I feared that I was going to be in for a
lecture about the evils of lesbian sex from my
teacher.

	I slowly walked up the stairs to the apartment
complex to find apartment 24 C on the second floor
and knocked on the door.  I assumed I was going to
have to wait for her to arrive, but the door opened to
my surprise.

	Ms. Peterson had changed clothes, from her
normal professional school attire to a very casual
shorty silk dressing gown.  She was bare footed, and
had a warm smile on her face.  "Come in my dear,
would you like a cold drink?"

	I was momentarily stunned by it all.  I stood
there taking in everything.  Ms. Peterson was an
attractive woman.  She was obviously of Scandinavian
descent: blonde, blue eyes, flawless complexion, and
an athletic figure.  I was guessing her age at about
30 years old.  Looking around the apartment said very
little about her.

	The apartment was obviously furnished with
cheap Ikea modern furniture.  The only personal
items in the room were a flat screen TV and stereo.
What few framed photographs were obviously of
family members.

	She stepped into the adjoining kitchen and
dining area to retrieve a couple of cans of soft drinks
for us.  She also put a couple of cubes of ice in
glasses and filled them with the chocolaty colored
liquid.  I was sitting on the small couch when she came
back and sat down next to me, as she handed me a
glass.

	I was fully aware that she was flirting with me.
"Why did you transfer Connie to another class and
not me?"

	Ms. Peterson said, "Connie is too emotional, she
has made it obvious to everyone that she is in love
with you!  You on the other hand are more mature.
I'm sure that you could remain in my class and not
carry on if you and I have a relationship outside of
school."

	"Are we going to have a relationship?" I asked.

	"I was thinking about seeing if you're as good as
Connie thinks you are!" she said, "When we are alone
you can call me Lisa!"

	I was sitting to her left on the couch, so I
simply reached across my body to slip my left hand
into her gown and felt the soft orb of her right
breast.  Lisa leaned over and kissed me.

	Her shorty gown had been intriguing because it
had just managed to hide her pussy.  I wanted to see
what her pussy looked like.

	When Lisa broke the kiss, she virtually flung
her left leg over my body laying it between my body
and the back of the couch.  Doing so, she untied the
silk sash holding the gown closed.  The gown slid off
of her body exposing her to me.  I leaned over her
body and lay on top of her, as I kissed her on the
mouth.  I worked my way down her body, stopping at
her neck to feel her blood pulsing through her neck
before going down to her breasts.  I devoured one tit
while playing with the other.  I sucked on both of her
nipples until she moaned, because it was becoming
painful, before moving down to tongue her navel.

	Lisa eventually placed her hands on top of my
head to press me farther down.  I knew that she was
getting wet, because I could smell her sexy aroma.
Lisa's vulva had a bikini cut.  There was definitely no
fear of her hairs getting caught in my mouth.  I
sucked her pussy as if my life depended on it.  She
eventually pounded on my shoulders to let me know
that she was enjoying a marvelous orgasm.  She lay
there breathing hard while she recovered.  She
eventually smiled down at me and said, "Honey that
was marvelous!"

	She sat up slipping her arms out of the sleeves
of her gown.  She started undressing me.  I helped
her to remove my clothes as quickly as possible.  We
even removed my shoes and nylons.  When I was
totally naked she laid me back on the couch and did
everything to me that I had done to her.  While she
was eating my pussy, I couldn't resist sticking my big
toe into her pussy.  After I came, we talked for a
little while as we got dressed.

	When I told her about my two mothers she was
fascinated.  She put a dress on and insisted on driving
me home.

	When we arrived home I introduced Lisa to
Brenda and Margaret.  It was obvious what we had
been doing when we kissed because our faces smelled
of cum.  While Lisa was talking to my parents, I got a
call on my cell-phone from Connie.  She was upset
because I hadn't come to her home after school.  She
accused me of not loving her anymore.

	I had to assure her that I still loved her, and
promised that I would visit her and her mother
tomorrow.  I knew that as long as Connie was so
possessive I would have trouble with her.  I couldn't
resist finding out if I could seduce any woman or girl
that turned me on.  Luckily I had my fifteenth
birthday coming up.  Brenda and Margaret planned a
party for me.  They invited just about every woman
and girl I had ever had sex with.

	Jackie expressed her disappointment that I
hadn't seen her since the move.  I made a sweeping
gesture around the room and said, "So many women,
and so little time!"  Jacky chucked.  I made a point of
introducing her to Connie and her mother.  I knew
that Jacky would get a charge out of fucking both
the mother and daughter.  With any luck Connie and
Jackie would become possessive about each other.

	Lisa brought along the school librarian to the
party.  I knew that I was going to have to get the
librarian alone sooner or later.  I couldn't resist
finding out what she would be like in bed.  I had seen
the librarian before, and had not paid much attention
to her.

	She was a tall skinny woman with straight
shoulder length mousy dishwater blonde hair.  She
wore very little makeup and she wore long dresses
that made her look like she belonged to a Mormon
commune or any one of those religious rightwing
churches, that make women dress like something out
of the 1850 frontier communities.

	As the party got underway I saw Jackie
monopolizing Connie and her mother.  She was dancing
with them, and feeling them up.

	I got the librarian alone on the patio with drinks
in our hands.  I introduced myself, and she told me
that she knew who I was because she had seen me in
the library before.  She told me her name was
Thelma.  I impulsively placed my hand on the back of
her neck and pulled her head down to kiss her on the
mouth.

	She blushed like a school girl, but made no
effort to stop me from kissing her. I backed her up
until she was forced to sit down on the glider.  I sat
next to her and continued kissing her.  I pawed at her
dress.  It didn't take long to have her dress open.
She didn't have a bra on, and didn't need one, because
they were small things, but the nipples were large.  I
sucked on her nipples while she stroked my hair.

	We were swinging back and forth a little while I
sucked her nipples.  I worked her long skirted dress
up around her waist, so that I would get a look at her
panties by the moonlight.  Just as I thought she had
on granny panties.  I stuffed my hand inside the
roomy panties to find her pussy.  I could feel just
how fine her pubic hair was.  Thelma was moaning
while I was still sucking on her nipples and finger
fucking her wet pussy.
	I slipped off of the glider to get between her
legs, and remove her panties.  I saw by the moonlight
and light from the French doors that her pubic hair
was very light colored and she didn't have a lot of
hair.  Spreading her slender legs I was fascinated to
see that her clit actually stuck out past her labia
major.  I took it in my mouth and sucked on it hard.
Thelma was making all kinds of sounds.  By the time I
brought her to an orgasm, there was a crowd standing
around the patio watching me bring the woman to an
orgasm.

	I knew I was going to have to visit the library
more often.



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