Mom Goes Wild

by JetBoy

Most of my stories are intended to be sweet, sensual and very romantic. Those words will not be used to describe this particular tale; instead, I wanted to serve up a thick slice of good dirty fun with little if any redeeming social value, designed as pure masturbation fuel — or, as I like to call it, "wrist candy." My romantic side will return next time, I promise.

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I fixed myself a Bloody Mary, wandered over to the stereo and turned up the music. The sweet soul groove of Al Green filled the room... and all I could do was stare into space, sighing heavily. Here I was, a sexy single woman, alone on Saturday night with nothing to do.

I'm Lucy Gable, a 36-year-old mother of two, and my entire life was just about to be turned upside down.

And yeah, this is how it all began — me pottering around the living room in sexy panties and a camisole, sipping a drink, hungry for something more. Something like a few good rounds of wild-ass fucking with some willing partner, hard and intense enough to break the bed frame.

So why, you ask, wasn't I out on the town, trolling for action? Well, it's not as if I couldn't have scored a bedmate, believe you me. I was still a very desirable woman — blessed with a great body that I have diligently cared for through the years, and a real talent for giving pleasure. I’ve always loved sex, ever since losing my virginity at fifteen, and have seldom had a problem finding a willing man or woman to fulfill my needs. I was bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and there was a time when I had a steady stream of lovers to keep me warm.

But for the last few years, I’d done my best to clean up my act and be a respectable mother for my youngest daughter Belinda. On most weekend nights I just watched television, then ended up going to bed and masturbating myself to sleep.

The main reason I worked so hard to create a wholesome atmosphere for Belinda, who had just turned eleven at the time my story begins, is because I'd screwed up so badly with my older daughter Pepper — who, by the way, had moved out by then. She left two weeks after her seventeenth birthday, taking her things across town to shack up with a lesbian girlfriend.

It was inevitable that she was going to flee the nest, I suppose. She saw me as nothing more than a big hypocrite — always being so conservative and getting on her for the way she dressed and behaved. Pepper clearly remembered the days when Belinda was just a baby. Back then, it wasn’t unusual for her to peek into the living room late at night and find me on the floor with my dress hiked up around my waist, riding the cock of some guy she'd never seen before... or naked and entangled in a juicy sixty-nine on the sofa with another woman.

You see, my husband Mel had walked out on me when I was pregnant with Belinda... though I guess I couldn't blame him for that. He'd already caught me cheating on him three times, twice with women, once with a man — and when he came home early one afternoon from the used car lot where he worked to find me in bed with my gal pal Cheryl, her face buried between my thighs while she fondled my hugely swollen belly... well that, as they say, was the last straw. Only I didn't know it just then.

Two weeks later, when I got home from the hospital with my newborn girl, pissed off and wanting to know exactly where my goddamn husband had sneaked away to after dropping me off at the maternity ward, I got a big surprise: turns out he'd raced right back to the house, packed all his things and fucked off to parts unknown. Didn't even leave a note.

I've never seen him since... and frankly, could care less. Really, Mel's departure was the best stroke of luck I'd had in ages. At that point in our marriage, he'd become a complete waste of space.

For several years after that, I was a woman on a sexual rampage, going to bed with whoever I wanted. Mostly women, but there were a few guys now and again. Problem was, I was setting a lousy example for Pepper, who was getting pretty wild herself before she hit twelve. Eventually I realized that I needed to straighten up and fly right before Belinda began to follow her big sister's example. Oh, I still dated occasionally... but for the most part, I forced myself into the role of a respectable suburban mother. I was the square peg, crammed into a round hole.

It was never an easy thing, of course. I missed the crazy hedonistic times when I was a sex freak and proud of it... like that night at the bar when, in the mood for a kinky dare, I slipped under our table and went down on all three of the ladies who were with me — then tongue-kissed a fourth girlfriend when she arrived a couple of minutes later, just to give her a taste of what she'd missed. Or that time when these two bisexual cops I used to hang out with fucked me at the same time — one in front, one from behind — then sixty-nined each other while I watched, their cocks still moist from my cunt and asshole.

Those were the kind of shenanigans I'd forced myself to leave behind, and it had been one hell of a struggle... you see, perverted sex wasn't something I could simply dip into now and again, like making a box of candy last for an entire month. No, when it came to the kinky shit, I was more like the glutton you'd find lying on the floor an hour after opening the box, surrounded by wrappers, face smeared with chocolate. I couldn't be my old, crazy self in half measures... so I had to give it up completely, settling for a taste of vanilla sex every now and then to keep me from going completely nuts.

Trouble was, Pepper clearly recognized the slut that still lurked inside me — and she never believed my change in lifestyle, not for a minute. Oh, she knew I wasn't indulging in the same freaky sex play as before... but she knew how badly I hungered for it, and that only made me ridiculous in her eyes. Hell, she knew all the twisted things that got me hot just from snooping through my porno collection, which I could never safely hide from her, no matter how I tried.

As Pepper came into her mid-teen years, she became more and more defiant toward me. She made it a point to dress and act in as slutty a manner as possible. Skirts became shorter and shorter, and she went without panties as often as not. She seemed to get a kick out of flashing her pussy, even with Belinda in the room.

Her actions definitely disturbed me. Not so much because she was being so lewd, or that she was doing it in front of her little sister, but because I found myself so damn excited by her wanton behavior. She reminded me so strongly of myself at her age... only she was even sexier than I had been. I could hardly tear my eyes away from the sight of her cunt when she exposed it. Pepper's wanton behavior got me positively frazzled, and she played that for everything she was worth. Sometimes, she’d even go as far as to casually stroke her clit in front of me.

The crowd she'd begun to hang around with all dressed and acted just like her –- hot and ready for action. Some of her girlfriends were her age, some were older. Whether they were eleven or twenty-three, they all seemed as if they’d just strutted from the pages of a girlie magazine.

It was on the first night of summer vacation that I hesitantly let her go out with a couple of her older girlfriends, blindly thinking that they seemed more responsible than most of the girls in Pepper's circle, and would keep her out of trouble.

Christ almighty, was I wrong. When she finally came staggering in at 4:00 AM, I had been dozing fitfully on the couch, waiting for her... and when I heard the key turning clumsily in the door, I stood and awaited her entrance, arms folded as my daughter staggered inside.

Pepper looked like she’d been through a hurricane. Her hair was awry and she didn’t even have on the same dress she'd left the house in. My heart sank at the sight of her.

When her eyes lit upon me, Pepper behaved as if she didn’t even know who I was... at first, anyhow.

“Hey, baby... wanna fuck?” she slurred as she stepped up to me. I stood frozen to the spot as she slipped one hand into the folds of my bathrobe, then pulled my face down to hers with the other, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way between my lips.

I was in shock — but before I could respond, she slid her hand into my panties, fondling my vulva. She wriggled a finger into me... and I gasped as I recognized the familiar smell and taste of pussy on her lips.

It was as if she knew exactly which buttons to push to get me hot. Her skillful fingers, her sleazy behavior, the sticky essence of cunt that coated her mouth... I was so wet that I could hear Pepper's fingers squishing in my pussy as she masturbated me.

Somehow, though, I summoned up the inner strength to push her away.

Pepper lost her balance, falling backwards onto the living room carpet. When she did, her dress flew up, revealing that she was naked underneath. No panties... golly gee, what a surprise. Even in the dim light, I could see that her shaved pussy was wet and juicy.

She paused for a second in her drugged daze, then grinned at me. “Oh, so you like to get rough with little girls, do you?" she purred. "Well you're in luck, Mom, cause I like it rough too.” Pepper rolled over, thrusting her ass toward me. “Go ahead! Smack my bottom! I’ve been a baaad girl tonight, Mommy.” She reached back and parted her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, revealing the rosebud of her anus.

Staring down at her gorgeous, upturned bottom... I couldn’t move or speak.

“Or if you want, Mommy... you could play with my butthole,” she cooed, easing a fingertip into her ass.

I could smell how aroused she was — and I could also feel my own cunt pulsating like a heart between my legs. Fucking tease, I thought. If she weren’t my daughter, I'd... I'd...

My body seethed with frustrated lust as I stood behind Pepper, watching her lewd display... then suddenly I realized that without intending to, I'd allowed my fingers to drift between my thighs, tracing my clit through the front of the gauzy panties I wore.

Pepper cocked her head sideways, saw me masturbating, then smiled wickedly. "Mmm, yes, sexy Mommy," she whispered in a little girl's voice. "Touch yourself... touch me." Her voice grew shaky as she probed her rectum even deeper. "B-baby needs Mommy to, ooooh, to t-tickle her pussy..."

Every atom of me was on fire... and I was on the verge of giving into complete madness and reaching out for my daughter when I heard a second voice behind me say, “Mommy? What are you doing?”

It was Belinda! My heart skipped in mid-beat.

I quickly jerked my hand away from my crotch and stuttered out a response, “Oh! Uh, n-nothing, sweetheart. Pepper's not feeling well, that's all. You, you need to go to bed, it’s late.”

Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get Pepper decent right then, I swiftly shooed Belinda back into her room. Once in her room, she began asking a hundred questions... and I didn’t have a single answer for her. I simply told her to stay in her room and not come out until morning.

When I walked back into the living room, Pepper was lying dazed in the middle of the floor, fondling her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I moved to where she lay.

"Come on, honey," I murmured, trying to sound much calmer than I actually was. "Let's get you to bed."

Somehow, I managed to help her up and down the hall to her room. When I sat her down on the bed she grabbed the sides of her dress, yanked it off and tossed it to the floor, then lay down completely naked.

Pepper stared up at me lustfully, her thighs parted. She winked, slipping a hand between her legs. I gaped as she began to stroke her vulva, her eyes burning into mine.

“Mommy, I’m all hot and bothered...” she purred as she touched herself, gazing up at me suggestively. "Come play with me..."

I was captivated by my 16-year-old daughter’s raw sexuality. She was one delicious looking girl, lying there in front of me and fondling her pussy. I couldn’t fault anyone for wanting her, even myself... but I had to resist!

I closed my eyes, shook my head in an attempt to stabilize myself, mumbled, “Go to sleep, it’s late,” then practically ran from her room.

Once safely behind my locked door, I masturbated myself into three wrenching orgasms within five minutes, finally passing out in the sweat-dampened bedsheets.

After that night, things were very different between me and Pepper, Before, when she flashed her pussy at me or touched herself while I was in the room, it was to get me flustered, to mock me and what she saw as my hypocrisy. Now my daughter knew that I lusted after her... and she took full advantage of that knowledge, using every slutty trick at her disposal to make me hot.

She kept flirting with me, trying to get me into bed with her... and I barely managed to keep it from happening, even though we both knew that, deep down inside, I wanted it. She might have worn down my resistance, too, in the end. Instead, she simply moved out to shack up with this older woman she'd been seeing.

I was relieved — but also, I had to admit, a bit disappointed. Even though I never let Pepper have her way with me, I still dreamed of her, to the point of regularly making her a frequent star in my masturbation fantasies.

Somehow, though, I still managed to stick to the straight and narrow, despite a constant craving for sex... doing my best to ensure that Belinda wouldn't turn out as crazy as her big sister.

Which brings me back to where I was at the beginning of this story, six months after Pepper left — slightly tipsy, horny as a she-goat and traipsing around the house in panties and silk camisole.

Belinda was spending the night with her best friend Mary, who lived next door. She and her mother Janet had moved here the previous summer from San Francisco. Mary is a sweet kid, always polite... the kind of girl I'd always wished Pepper would choose for a friend. She and Belinda were practically inseparable, even though at fifteen, Mary was nearly four years older.

I wandered around the house, wondering if I should put on a porno tape and get myself off right now... or save it for later, a reward of sorts for making it through the day.

That decision was interrupted by a sudden dose of motherly reality when I glanced into Belinda’s room and caught a glimpse of how messy it was. With an exasperated sigh, I began to pick up the clothes that were scattered carelessly about on the floor, draped over the back of her desk chair, hanging from the knob of her closet door, peeping from underneath the bed.

When I opened a dresser drawer to put away a couple of t-shirts I'd washed for her the other day, I caught a glimpse of something underneath her other clothes. I reached in and pulled out a thin stack of Polaroid pictures.

I curiously began to thumb through the photos, then gasped in complete shock.

The first picture was a close-up of a naked young girl, face down on a bed with her ass up. The girl’s hair was bright green, which I figured had to be a wig. The next two pictures were close-ups of the girl’s bottom, but in these another female hand was touching her baby-smooth slit. I noticed the wetness that glistened on the lips of her pussy... she was obviously very excited.

When I saw the fourth picture, I nearly screamed.

Sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, with the green-haired girl’s face buried in her crotch... was Mary, the girl next door!

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she guided the other girl’s face between her slender legs. She was totally naked except for a black leather collar. The other girl's ass was high in the air, the photo clearly revealing her hairless cunt and anus.

In the last picture, another woman was partially in the frame. Her leg was propped up on the bed beside Mary’s head, and Mary was running her hand up the leg and staring hungrily at the woman's pubic triangle. This third person looked to be that of an older female — definitely not a teenager.

I stared at those last two pictures and began to feel my pussy getting wet. Almost without thinking, I slipped a hand into my panties to explore the stickiness of my throbbing vulva. I stared in amazement at the lustful expression on Mary's face as she gazed up at the woman’s cunt. I began to imagine myself standing over her like that, the cute teen ogling my pussy with a ‘let me taste you’ look in her eyes. I began to lightly brush my clitoris as I became engrossed in this fantasy.

But then curiosity reared its head, interrupting my self-stimulation. Where had these snapshots been taken — and what on earth was Belinda doing with them?

I'd never been in the bedrooms of Mary’s house before, but I wondered if these were taken there. Surely not, I thought. They had only lived next door for a few months, and I was still getting to know them, but Janet seemed like such a nice, normal mother... certainly not as freaky as I had been. She wouldn’t allow something like this to go on inside her own home.

After all, I told myself, Belinda has spent the night with Mary before...

Then it hit me.

My god, NO! I thought as I pored through the photos again, examining the back and bottom of the girl eating Mary's pussy. Could it... could that be Belinda between her legs? I wondered, numb with shock.

I stared carefully at the pictures, but couldn’t tell for sure. It had been a couple of years since I'd glimpsed my daughter naked... and I’d certainly never seen her ass so lewdly displayed before. But the girl's body was exactly her size.

Head spinning, I stuffed the pictures back in Belinda's drawer, then numbly headed down the hall and out the back door of my house. I stood in the yard, breathing deeply of the evening air, trying to still my racing heart.

It was a warm summer night, and the only sounds to be heard were crickets and a faint sound of cars in the distance. I stood there in panties and camisole, staring over at the lights of my neighbor’s house. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. What should I do? I asked myself. I drifted over to the fence that separated our two backyards, lost in thought.

Reaching a decision, I grabbed the arm of one of our lawn chairs and dragged it to the fence, then climbed up to stand on it and peer over. I now had a direct view into Janet's living room through a set of large glass patio doors. All I could see was a long brown couch with a potted plant placed at one end. No one seemed to be around.

Suddenly I saw Janet through the glass doors as she sauntered into the living room. I was stunned to see her dressed in nothing but a bra and high heels, completely nude from the waist down.

She paused in front of the glass, unaware of being observed, looking back at an area of the room that was obscured from my view. She stood in a rather seductive pose, smiling — clearly enjoying what she saw.

Janet had a lovely body... and despite my concerns, I couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of her. Especially when she began to dance in a very sexy way, moving to some music I could sense more than hear. Her lewdness made my pussy throb. Unable to help myself, I slid a hand into my panties and began to stroke my clitoris again.

Janet unfastened and removed her bra, tossing it carelessly to one side, then brought a hand up to her beautiful breasts, caressing them, gliding a palm over her nipples... then she snaked that hand down to plunge between her thighs, fingers curving into her shaved pussy. As she stroked herself she moved backwards a few steps, then flopped down on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart as she continued to masturbate. Jesus, she was sexy. But where the fuck was Belinda?

As she fondled her cunt, Janet looked back over to the side of the room I couldn't see. She was obviously getting off on what she was watching... a porno film, perhaps? My heart was pounding in my ears... and in the quietness of the night, I could hear the wet sounds my fingers made, as they pressed into the heat that now raged between my thighs.

Suddenly, I froze, a chill racing down my spine as I sensed the presence of another person behind me.

I was rooted to the spot, belly clenched in terror. My mind added up the situation in a split second: there I was, perched on a lawn chair in skimpy underwear, a hand stuffed in my panties, masturbating as I spied on my next door neighbor. Oh God oh God oh God...

I had no idea what to expect at that moment — even then, what happened next caught me completely by surprise.

A pair of hands reached for and grasped the waistband of my panties, then slowly drew them down until they ringed my ankles. I bit my lip, choking down an insane impulse to scream — then I gasped aloud when I felt those hands, clearly those of another woman, fondling my ass.

I slowly began to turn my head, desperate to take a quick look behind me... but as if reading my mind, the feminine intruder hissed, "Be still." Heart smashing against my ribcage, I meekly obeyed.

Well, at least it's not the police, I told myself, as those soft hands caressed my bottom. I was staring over the fence as, over in my neighbor's house, Janet rose from the couch, padded over to the patio doors and drew the blinds shut. The show was over, but not on my side of the fence. There was a woman behind me... and now I felt her hands spreading my buttocks open.

My fear was quickly melting away, overtaken by the thrill of being seduced by a stranger. I waited, my body taut as a bass string in anticipation of what this unexpected visitor had planned for me.

Then, the most wonderful warm, wet tongue slowly licked up through my wet cunt and between my cheeks. As I trembled with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, her tongue began to concentrate on my asshole, dipping down from time to time to tease my pulsing slit. It was clear that this woman was highly skilled in the art of anal play.

I moaned as the woman’s tongue forced its way into my rectum, her fingers seeking and finding my clitoris. My body shuddered in ecstasy as I came on her first entry... and I pushed my ass back into her face for more, tightly gripping the top of the fence.

She continued to lick my ass as I rode out my orgasm... those lovely fingers keeping it going, drawing out the pleasure until I saw stars.

I found myself resting my forehead against the fence, breathing heavily. The woman drew away, then took my hand. Without a word she guided me down from my perch atop the deck chair. My porch light was switched off, and my back yard was so dark that I could only detect our outlined shapes, but that was enough for me to see my mystery partner as she lay down on the chair, pulling her skirt up to her waist. She spread her legs wide, waiting for me.

I looked down on her, licking my lips. There's nothing on God's green earth that's better than the taste of a juicy cunt... and it had been a long while since I'd savored that thick, earthy essence that got me higher than any wine.

I carefully straddled her face, then lowered my mouth to her pussy... pausing first to inhale deeply, savoring her musky aroma. She was dripping wet and highly aroused. Wasting no more time, I planted my mouth on her heat-swollen sex for a deep, probing kiss. The woman immediately responded, burrowing her face between my thighs.

Oh, she was a firecracker. Her fingers found my anus and entered, working their way in and out, my new lover going backdoor style on my ass while she ate me. I happily returned the favor, pushing a finger into my mystery lover's rectum as I went down on her.

I wanted to get really nasty on her, so I pulled out my fingers and ran my tongue down to her asshole. I licked a circle around the anal pucker, then pushed against the rosebud with the tip of my tongue. I heard her moan, and then she was nibbling at my inflamed clit. I exploded in a blinding orgasm within seconds. And from the way my new friend squirmed and bucked beneath me, her breath hot and fierce against my inner thighs, it seemed that she was climaxing quite nicely herself.

I gently kissed her clit, then twisted myself around on top of the woman and began to kiss her belly, then made my way up to her succulent breasts. I nuzzled them, licking each nipple in turn. As my mouth wandered up her neck, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her own, kissing me hungrily. My tongue tangled crazily with hers.

Finally, our lips gently parted... and my mysterious lover spoke. "Hi, Mom."

I almost died. It was Pepper! My own seventeen-year-old daughter!

I tried to pull away, but she clutched me tightly, pulling my face to hers once more. As her mouth met mine, she forced her tongue between my lips, kissing me hard... feeding me the taste of my cunt.

I fought the kiss for a few seconds, but that old familiar desire for Pepper was too much to resist. Too much...

I began to respond, my tongue flashing to life in her eager mouth. We made out for a long time, her body grinding exquisitely against mine, our mouths crushed together.

Finally we lay hugging, out of breath, our partially clothed bodies entwined lovingly. As I nuzzled her neck, I wondered how I had resisted her for so long. Her hands slid down my back to caress my ass, and I realized that, even after enjoying two orgasms in the last ten minutes, my desire for her was swiftly renewing itself. Jesus, I already wanted to fuck my daughter again.

I extracted myself from Pepper's arms and shakily stood, pulling her up with me. "Come on," I whispered, and we quickly crossed the backyard and entered the house.

As the back door closed, Pepper pushed me against the wall, claiming my mouth with hers. I whimpered as her hungry lips moved against mine, her tongue fucking in and out of my eager mouth. My daughter's crotch ground against me, making my head spin.

I escaped from her arms just long enough to frantically tear off my camisole. Kicking her sandals to one side, Pepper smiled wickedly and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it as she stripped off her open blouse, tossing it away. We were both naked now, and we stared at one another for a long moment. Her eyes smoldered with raw, naked desire, her cheeks were flushed, hair mussed... she'd never seemed so beautiful.

Our bodies came together in a frenzied embrace. Even after what we'd already done, I was seething with lust!

We kissed passionately, then Pepper stepped back and lay down on the carpet, her thighs spread wide. She looked at me, licking her lips lustfully, then flicked her tongue. "C'mere," she breathed.

It felt so depraved, but I couldn’t resist what she was offering me. I raised my leg over her head and squatted down above her face, lowering my vulva to her waiting mouth.

“Oh, God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you, love your pussy so much. I’ve wanted this for ages...” Her tongue slowly licked my slit from the bottom to the top.

I began grinding my wet cunt into Pepper’s face, gasping, “Oh, honey — I love you too!” I smeared my juices from her nose to her chin, then back up again. Her tongue flicked at my clit in passing.

Then I leaned back onto my hands, lowering my ass to my daughter’s mouth. Her tongue quickly found its way into my butt crack... and I was in heaven. God, my daughter rimmed me like a pro. The way she pumped her tongue in and out and licked tiny circles around my asshole drove me wild. My hand blindly found its way between Pepper's thighs, and I shoved two fingers into her.

I was rocking atop her face, my breath hissing through clenched teeth while I fucked Pepper hard and fast. I still couldn’t believe I was finally realizing my most forbidden fantasy — incest with my oldest daughter!

She shifted from my anus back to my cunt, going down on me while she pried my buttocks apart with one hand. I cried out loud as she slid a finger deep into my rectum... just as her lips surrounded my throbbing clitoris. That’s when I exploded in climax, my body clenching and unclenching like some enormous hand as jolts of pleasure ripped though me.

I don’t know how long it lasted. All I can say is that when I came back down to earth, Pepper and I kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, our heated, sweat-glazed bodies nestled tightly together... then we began making love all over again.

We were insatiable. The hunger and desire I felt for my sexy daughter seemed to consume me whole. We never even took the time to move to a bed, or even the couch — we just fucked right there on the shag carpet. Finally I dozed off, utterly spent.

It was morning when I awakened... still naked, sprawled on the sofa. Pepper was gone, but I still had the thick, musky essence of my daughter’s cunt on my face.

Before I could pull myself to my feet, I heard the front door slam... and Belinda came prancing in. Oh, hell.

She saw me and skipped over to where I sat, bending to give me a warm kiss on the mouth. I was petrified enough, just knowing she had found me naked on the floor looking like... well, like I’d been in a lesbian orgy; but when she pulled back after kissing me and her face lit up with a delighted smile, I wanted to crawl under the sofa and hide.

“Mommy, you look like you had a fun time last night... your face smells good, too,” she said as she gazed at me knowingly. “Where did your, um, girlfriend go?”

I had no idea how to answer. I was deeply embarrassed, made worse by the fact that she seemed to know exactly what I had been up to. Before I could reply, or even question her about her own evening, she ran into her room giggling and shut the door with a bang.

I numbly wandered into my bedroom and slipped into the shower. As I stood in the hot, comforting spray, thinking back on my night, I found myself quickly becoming aroused, remembering what I had done... and who I'd done it to.

Tingling with excitement at the memory of fucking my own daughter. I reached down and began to stroke my slit as I replayed the entire lewd episode in my head. I fingered myself hard, getting steadily wetter as I remembered all the things I had done with Pepper. God, I came like a wildcat, just from reliving it all.

After my orgasm, I was able to think straight again. As reality slowly reared its ugly head, I got out of the shower and dried myself, once again wondering what Belinda had been doing next door last night... and, for that matter, on all the other times she had spent with her friend Mary.

I absently nibbled at a fingernail. How should I deal with this?

Now that my mind wasn’t fogged up with twisted sex thoughts, I reminded myself yet again that I didn’t want my youngest daughter following in the footsteps of her mother or her big sister. I don’t really know for sure whether Belinda was involved in what I saw last night. But even if she wasn’t, Janet’s daughter Mary was definitely in the Polaroids I found, which meant that she couldn't be a very good influence.

I wrestled for several hours over the best way to handle this situation. It boiled down to two choices: I could confront Belinda with the evidence I'd found in her room, or I could go next door and discuss what I'd seen in those photographs with Janet.

Later that afternoon I decided on the second option. Belinda was watching cartoons, so I put on a dress, told her I'd be back soon and walked over to Janet's house. My nerves were jangling, but I simply put one foot in front of the other until I was standing at the front door.

When I knocked, Mary answered. She opened the door and stood silently before me. She was wearing a small T-shirt cut off just below her breasts and a pair of sheer white panties. Nothing else. Without meaning to, my eyes instinctively flickered up and down her taut little body, pausing at the pubic triangle that was clearly visible between her legs.

I was speechless, so she smiled and broke the silence, saying, “Hello, Ms. Gable... how are you?”

As she waited for my response, her hand drifted across her flat belly and down to the waistband of her panties, where she slipped her thumb inside, giving them a slight downward tug as if they were jeans.

“Ahhh... is your m-mother home, Mary?” I asked, trying to regain my composure.

“Yes, ma'am, she is... come in,” she said, stepping back to invite me inside. I dazedly followed, my eyes locked on her cute girlish ass, wriggling seductively as she led me through the house.

“Mom? Ms. Gable’s here to see you...” she called out.

I followed her into the den, and she sat down in an easy chair. I perched nervously on the sofa, seated right across from her.

Mary smiled at me again. "She'll be right here," she cooed. I had to hand it to the girl... despite her slutty attire, she was as polite as ever.

"Thank you," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Um... don't mind me. You just, uh, go back to whatever you were d-doing."

"Okay," she replied, still giving me that sweet smile. She reached over to an end table for a magazine and began to thumb through it.

Now that Mary's attention was elsewhere, I looked around the room, quickly realizing that I was seated on the sofa that I saw Janet masturbating on last night. I peered out the large glass door in front of me and into the back yard, a shiver passing through my frame as I recognized the fence that I'd peeped over just a few hours ago, spying on Janet.

And on the other side of that fence rested a lawn chair, on which I had made love to my oldest daughter...

I gritted my teeth. Don't think about that now, for Christ's sake. Stay focused.

As I sat there, quietly waiting for Janet, I stole a glance at Mary, absorbed in her magazine. Her legs had fallen apart, and she was giving me a clear, open view of her panty-covered pussy. I tried not to stare, forcibly shifting my gaze elsewhere... but my eyes kept flicking back to between her legs. The remembered image from the Polaroid of her naked with another girl licking her cunt — had it been Belinda? — kept burning in my head.

Again, I fought to clear my mind. Damn it, this was no time to be getting aroused...

It was then that I noticed Mary was reading a porno magazine. There on the cover was a photograph of two teenage girls, fingering each other and kissing. This was not your standard run-of-the-mill girlie mag, it was hardcore lesbian smut — the kind I had plenty of in my own collection. I found myself growing increasingly jittery at the sight of this young nymphet seated across from me, legs spread, casually thumbing through the kind of magazine one found in sex shops.

Then Janet sauntered out of the bedroom and into the den, smiling hugely. I stood, trying to compose myself.

“Hi, Lucy, how are you doing?” she said, giving me a friendly hug. “Please, sit down... let me fix you a drink.” Before I had a chance to consider her offer, she was placing a glass of amber fluid in my hand.

Janet was wearing a casual dress. It was short and summery, and her large breasts jiggled underneath as she moved about the room, making it clear that she was braless.

She stopped between the glass door and me. “So... what brings you over today?” she asked.

With the light shining from behind her, I could see her tall voluptuous figure as if she was totally nude.

It took me a second or two to realize I had been asked a question... and another second to realize that I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to Janet. My mind had gone blank, and I felt myself on the verge of utter panic. Somehow, though, I got a grip.

“Ah, well, Janet...” I stammered. “Um, I just haven’t had a chance to, to visit with you much since you moved in, and, well, I thought I’d just wander over and say hello...” I knew perfectly well that I had other, far more serious reasons for being there. But I thought to myself that I really ought to chat with Janet first — feel her out a bit before I became confrontational.

Still smiling, Janet strode over to sit down beside me. “I’m so glad you did," she said softly, her blue eyes burning into mine. "We’re neighbors, after all, and our daughters are such good friends. I've thought for a long time that you and I should get to know each other better.” With that, she casually placed her hand on my thigh... and I barely kept myself from gasping.

Janet turned to Mary and sweetly said, "Honey, can you go to the kitchen and bring us a little something to nibble on?"

Mary nodded and, without a word, padded out of the room. A flash of sexual heat shot through me at the sight of the girl's ass, jiggling through her all but see-through panties... then I quickly turned back to Janet, hoping she hadn't noticed me looking. A knowing smile was on her lips.

“Your Belinda is an adorable little girl," she purred, "I just love having her around. I like for Mary to invite her friends over as often as possible, you know." Her index finger began to brush against my thigh. "It's always a pleasure, having pretty young girls around... they make the world a far nicer place. Do you know what I mean, Lucy?”

“Oh yes. I, uh, I always enjoy c-company,” I blurted, my heart throbbing. Jesus, what an idiotic thing to say.

Then I felt her hand sliding a little further up my thigh. I glanced down, then back up at her calm face. She gazed seductively at me, eyes radiating sex. Oh, my God...

“Of course, I don't just love being with young girls... I also enjoy sexy women like you. Don't you feel the same way?” she murmured, spreading her fingers out on my thigh.

“Well, yes — sometimes,” I murmured, fumbling for words. No mistaking the signals Janet was sending out... by now, it was pretty damned obvious what she was after.

She leaned closer, her warm lips nearly brushing my ear. “Have you ever made love to another woman, Lucy?” she whispered, her fingers creeping just under the hem of my dress.

Boy, was she moving fast. “Yes...” I timidly replied. I could feel my cheeks burning as the word left my lips.

“Mmmm, good,” she said, transfixing me with her heated gaze. Her hand advanced, deftly slipping between my thighs... then I felt her finger brush the front of my black silk panties. My pussy was so wet that I was sure I could detect its scent. Suddenly her hand moved beneath my skirt to cup my wet cunt, and I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure.

I sensed movement to my left, and turned my head to see Janet's daughter standing a few feet away, watching us intently. This time, I did gasp out loud. It was obvious from the expression on Mary's face that she was turned on by the sight of her mother touching me between my legs. Her nipples could be clearly seen through her t-shirt, and — oh, my God — the front of her skimpy panties was visibly damp. I was nearly trembling with excitement.

The remembered image of this beautiful young girl’s naked body from Belinda's photos now flashed through my mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off the moist streak on her panties, tracing the line of her slit. I knew she saw me staring, but I couldn’t help myself.

Janet whispered into my ear, “I just love the taste of pussy. Don’t you? Especially when it's the smooth, juicy pussy of a young girl...”

I nodded my head slowly in confirmation.

“And there's nothing as lovely as the look on a girl’s face while you're licking her slit, giving her that first orgasm. So beautiful...” she breathed, her hand deftly slipping into my panties to caress my dripping sex. I was unable to move, glued to the spot. A thousand lustful thoughts were racing through my mind as I melted into her hand.

“Your pussy is very wet, Lucy," Janet teased, her tongue flicking at my ear. "You're easily aroused. I like that.”

My legs fell open as her fingers wormed their way into the heat of my vagina. Mary stood there watching, transfixed by the sight of her mother’s hand in my panties.

All I could do was slump back in the love seat and allow my neighbor to take me. Once again, my logic and reasoning had given way to raw lust... and I was quickly losing any sense of right and wrong. Not that I had a hell of a lot of that to lose...

“Look at my daughter, Lucy," Janet cooed. "Isn’t she sexy?" Unable to speak, I quickly nodded. "Well, then... would you like to see her naked? Would you enjoy that?” She bit my earlobe, and a sharp buzz of ecstasy flickered through my belly.

“Yes!” I gasped deliriously.

“Good. Mary, sweetheart — stand up and take your clothes off for Ms. Gable.”

Mary looked down at me with a shy but lustful stare and began to sway from side to side. Her hands crept up under her t-shirt to cup her breasts. She fondled herself for a brief moment, then lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side, exposing a lovely pair of breasts, succulent as new fruit.

“Doesn’t she have the loveliest titties you ever saw? She loves to have her nipples licked. You'd like to do that to her, Lucy... wouldn't you?”

Mary was slowly turning around and around where she stood, easing down the waistband of her panties here and there, just enough to reveal quick glimpses of her nakedness. She was flirting with us both —flashing bits of her downy pubes, the cleft of her buttocks and the glistening wetness of her pudendum. Then she halted just a couple of feet away from me and, with one hand, began to stroke her slit through the gauzy material of her underpants. Her eyes caught mine, and she licked her lips so sensuously that I moaned out loud.

“Don't tease us, honeybunch... take your panties off!” her mother laughed. “We want to see all of you.”

With that Mary tugged her knickers down to her feet, then stepped from them. Straightening, she posed proudly before us, exposing her beautiful cunt... a juicy pink slit, adorned with a soft triangle of golden down.

Janet turned to me, drew my face to hers and kissed me roughly. I couldn't resist — my lips parted, and our tongues met in a hot, sexy tangle. Then she pulled back, flushed with excitement. “Lucy, would you like my daughter to eat your pussy?" she whispered. "Right here, right now. She’s only fifteen, but she goes down like a porno star. Would you like that?”

There was no thought of my refusing Janet's offer, not for an instant... I had to have this luscious nymph. I kissed Janet hungrily, letting my tongue dart in and out of her mouth, then drew back to whisper, “Yes.”

She looked up at her daughter and smiled. Mary giggled, then knelt between my legs. She rested her hands on my knees, then slowly trailed the tips of her fingers up my thighs until they rested upon the waistband of my panties. Leaning forward, Mary closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply, savoring the thick aroma... a sight that made my head spin.

I raised my ass slightly, and she slid my underwear down and off. Mary then gently spread my legs apart, opening me up to her avid gaze.

“Go ahead sweetheart, lick her pussy. Show Ms. Gable everything I taught you,” Janet cooed as she unbuttoned the front of my dress and threw it open, then made quick work of my bra, undoing the front clasp with a flick.

The beautiful young girl eagerly parted her lips as she burrowed between my thighs. I leaned back and watched in happy disbelief as she took her first taste of me, her tongue sliding into my pussy for a dizzying instant... then she trailed her lips upward to place a light kiss upon my throbbing clit. It felt wonderful, and I placed my hands on her head, stroking her soft blond hair as she began to eat my pussy like a lover.

Janet's lips sought mine, exploring my mouth in a sweet soul kiss. Our tongues mingled and danced, then she broke away to nuzzle a path down my neck and to my breasts. My breath hissed as she sucked my left nipple into her warm mouth. I was in heaven, being pleasured by this mother/daughter couple... or perhaps a very enticing version of hell.

I was my old perverted self again, getting off a fifteen-year-old girl licking my pussy. And the fact that her mother not only approved, but was joining in the fun and games... well, that made it even more exciting. Mary was eating me as voraciously she possibly could, licking and sucking my cunt like it was her first meal in days.

All of a sudden Janet gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, whispered "I'll be right back," then left the room.

I don’t know for certain how long she was gone. Time meant nothing to me at that particular juncture. Mary kept taking me right up to the brink of orgasm without sending me over the edge, and it was driving me downright nutty.

I heard Janet enter the room. A few seconds later, she spoke. "So, Lucy... is my daughter everything I said she'd be?"

I answered her with a moan, “Ohhhh... oh God, yes...”

“Hmmm. I guess, then, that you'd agree that it's a good idea to train young girls in the art of pleasuring a woman,” she murmured. "Wouldn't you?" There was an odd note in Janet's voice when she said that.

Puzzled, I opened my eyes. My heart nearly stopped at what I saw.

There, sitting on Janet’s lap, leaning back against her breasts, was my daughter Belinda, in a tank top and panties! She was enfolded in Janet's arms, staring intently at Mary as the voracious teen continued to eat me. Janet wore a devilish smile as she caressed my child, running her hands up and down Belinda's bare legs.

I tried to stand up — but Mary held me down, her mouth still working on my cunt, licking me harder... and I sank back into the sofa, her wonderful tongue melting me back into my original position. I moaned in disbelief. Just like in my wilder days, sex was standing squarely between me and my morality.

Janet was kissing up and down Belinda’s neck, pausing once to slip her tongue into my baby girl's ear. I watched as her hand wandered between my daughter's open legs, fondling her pussy through the pink cotton underpants she wore.

“I hope that you don’t mind me taking your little girl under my wing,” she said, casually slipping a hand into Belinda's panties.

I gaped in disbelief at my child, watching her sigh happily as Janet's fingers found her slit. Her face was positively blissful as she squirmed in her older lover's lap, letting Janet have her as she liked.

My horror diminished somewhat as I saw how happy Belinda was. At least she wasn't being forced to do these things...

Forced? Yeah, right. In fact, my eleven-year-old was in ecstasy, nuzzling Janet's neck as the woman's hand moved about inside her plain cotton panties, expertly masturbating her.

“Your little girl loves to be touched, Lucy," Janet happily sighed. "She even likes it when I put a finger into her cute little bottom. Don’t you, sweetheart?” she murmured into Belinda’s ear.

Belinda's eyes met mine — and she nodded in agreement, sighing, “I do, Mommy... I love it when Aunt Janet touches me.”

“I’ve been teaching her everything about how to please a woman, you know... and she's a perfect little student. Last night she went down on me and Mary both. Mmmm... what a hot little lover she’s become.” With that, Janet tilted Belinda’s face up to hers and gave my daughter a ravenous kiss. This was such a shock to see — this voluptuous, full breasted woman Frenching my eleven-year-old child, all the while rhythmically fingering Belinda's slit.

As my little girl and her grownup lover made out in front of me, Mary's hot mouth continued to do wondrous things to my pussy... and all I could do was lie back and take in the show.

I felt lightheaded, incredulous. All these years that I'd restrained my slutty nature, striving to set a good example for my youngest daughter... and now I'd discovered that Belinda was deep into lesbian sex action that would have had me fleeing in terror when I was her age. Perverse as it seems, I actually felt a tiny surge of pride.

Janet began to roll Belinda’s panties down her thighs, while my little girl began to clumsily unbutton Janet’s top. Like lovers they tenderly undressed one another, slipping out of their clothes until they were both naked. Then Belinda was straddling the older woman’s leg, fondling her breasts. I watched my child grind herself against Janet’s thigh — head thrown back, mouth open.

Eyes glazed with pleasure, Janet reached around my daughter to cup her childlike buttocks, spreading her cheeks apart. Her eyes met mine as she took her finger, still wet from Belinda’s pussy, and slid it deep into the girl's asshole. Belinda moaned into Janet’s mouth... not a moan of discomfort, either, but of purest rapture.

Janet broke from their kiss, and with Belinda’s gasping lips only an inch from her own, she whispered "Oh, Belinda... you are a sweet little slut. Aren’t you?”

Belinda shivered with excitement as she answered, “Yes, Aunt Janet... yes, I am.”

“Tell your mommy what you did last night with Mary and me, what you did to us. Tell her!”

Belinda looked over at me, blushing prettily. “I... I did all kinds of stuff, Mommy. I licked their pussies, both of them. And Mary's bottom hole, too. Then Aunt Janet... she had me put all of my fingers inside her. It was awesome.”

Hearing those lewd words from a eleven-year-old nymphet would be enough to get me hot. But when they came from a girl of eleven who also happened to be my daughter... well, it transformed my pussy into a roaring furnace.

Belinda turned back to Janet, and the two lovers exchanged a brief but torrid kiss, tongues mingling for a few seconds. Janet drew away, caressing my daughter's cheek. “Now, little one... show your mommy how much you love to lick me.”

Belinda grinned with delight as she slid down from Janet’s thigh and turned to kneel between her legs. Janet scooted her ass up to the edge of the couch, then spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Staring down at my daughter, she slowly trailed a finger through her sticky folds. “Eat my pussy, baby... it’s waiting for you,” she growled, bringing that wet finger to her lips to taste.

My little girl was in a lustful trance, her eyes fixated on Janet's vulva, so lewdly displayed before her. It was shaved completely bare, and made me think of a juicy pink mouth.

Drawn like a bee to clover, Belinda leaned in and began to delicately lick at her older lover's bare slit. Then she fastened her mouth to the opening, kissing and sucking at the same time.

I couldn’t believe how aroused I became as I watched my youngest daughter pleasuring this beautiful woman... so wicked, yet so incredibly erotic! I could see Belinda's lips grow wet and sticky as she went down on her friend's mother, gazing up from Janet's pussy mound ever so submissively all the while.

My eleven-year-old daughter had become an adult woman's sex toy, and was demonstrating her new talents right before my eyes. It was also clear to me, when I saw her eyes dart over in my direction, that much of Belinda’s excitement came from knowing I was watching her.

Taking note of how intently I observed their love play, Janet bent to whisper something to my daughter... then she and Belinda rose to their feet.

Padding over to the couch where I sat, Janet stood before me, arms folded over her breasts. “So, Lucy... do you like watching your little girl make love to me?”

“Ohhhh, yes,” was all I could managed to get out. Mary was still nuzzling my vulva, teasing the sensitive pink flesh with little flicks of her tongue.

Janet continued, a wicked gleam in her eye. “How about her and Mary trading places? Then you can find out for yourself what a hot little mouth Belinda has." She glanced down at her daughter. "What do you think, hon? Shall we give Belinda a chance to pleasure her mother?”

I'm sure I had an apprehensive look on my face at that little suggestion, but Janet laughed. “Don’t worry, she wants to. We’ve already talked about it. After Pepper came by and told us about what you two did together last night, Belinda hasn’t stopped talking about how much she wants to be with you that way, too.” She shook her head admiringly. "You are one lucky woman, Lucy."

Of course. I should have known. Pepper and I hadn't done much talking last night after she seduced me in the back yard, so I'd never gotten around to asking her what she'd been doing there in the first place — but now, everything made sense. She was a part of this, too. And now I was about to be brought into the fold...

I stared into my little girl's smiling face, stunned by the adoration I saw there. I'd always known that Belinda loved me — and now I realized that she desired me sexually as well.

Jesus, could I actually do this... allow my eleven-year-old daughter to go down on me? I'd already committed incest with Pepper, but at least she was of age. Sex with Belinda would add pedophilia to my lengthy list of broken taboos. I wasn't sure I was ready to go as far as that... to descend this far into the abyss of perversion.

On the other hand, who the fuck was I trying to fool? Myself? If I'd really wanted to save Belinda from this twisted mother/daughter duo, I'd have phoned Janet and told her to stay the hell away from my little girl. Instead, I'd put on a sexy dress and walked right into the lion's den. Why? Because I wanted in on this hot lesbian action.

Mommy had been good for much too long... now, it was time to go completely fucking wild.

Belinda's face rested on Janet's thigh as she gazed at me, her mouth and chin glistening with the essence of wet pussy, licking her lips as she waited for my response.

I wasn’t just looking at my daughter anymore... I was seeing a desirable young girl, one that I very much wanted to fuck.

I glanced up at Janet. She studied my expression, then smiled knowingly as she saw the yes in my eyes. Shifting her attention over to her daughter who, at that particular moment, was lightly kissing my vulva, Janet told her, “Mary... come over here with me, baby, and let's you and I make love for a while. It’s time that Belinda learned how delicious her mother’s pussy tastes.”

I watched, my pulse racing as Mary left one last kiss on my cunt, then rose from between my legs and moved, cat-like, over to her mother. My daughter, her eyes glued to mine, took Mary's place... kneeling before me, placing her little hands on my thighs. Belinda paused, staring as if hypnotized at my pubic tuft — the dark, thick curls that didn't quite conceal the pink flesh of Mommy's vagina.

You can still stop this, some small vestige of my conscience pleaded. Don't have sex with your little girl. It's not right.

But I banished those final stirrings of shame, scattering them like dust motes. I'd had a bellyful of these idiotic rules, imposed upon us by feeble-minded society. Who were they — who was anyone to tell me that the love Belinda and I yearned for was wrong?

This moment in time, with my sweet child and I naked together, her face inches from my sex, mouth watering to taste me... this was good. This was right. My daughter and I were meant to make love.

Looking down at her, I no longer saw the innocent face of my eleven-year-old. Instead I saw an adolescent lesbian, hungry for the taste of her mother's pussy.

I felt her lightly touching the moist flesh of my vulva... then she slid two fingers right into me. I gasped, loving this bold intrusion.

She began, slowly at first, to work her fingers in and out... and it wasn’t long before she had three, then four fingers pumping away, fucking me with everything she had. I just sat there, thighs spread as wide as they could go, staring enthralled at the face of the sexy child kneeling between my legs... a face filled with pure lust and passion. She was biting her lip, eyes gleaming with excitement as she plunged her fingers in and out of my dripping hole. Then she glanced up at me for an instant, then — oh, God...

I cried out as I felt her entire hand push its way into my body. I could not believe this — my own underage daughter was fisting me! A helpless moan was wrenched from my throat, then another as Belinda impaled me again and again on her pumping arm... then I sobbed in ecstasy as Belinda bent down to suck my clitoris between her lips.

It felt so fucking decadent, being pleasured this way by my own daughter. God, what a pervert I am, I thought to myself. But right then, it didn’t matter, nothing did — nothing but sex.

Janet and Mary were down on the carpet, entangled in a squirming sixty-nine. Janet's mouth was glued to her daughter's opening, her fingers probing the crack of Mary's ass.

I knew I was about to climax. I was about to come all over my young child’s pretty face. My lips were moving silently — I'm going to, I'm going to, I'm g-going to...

And then I was coming, in what felt like an explosion of heat and light that began in my belly, radiating outward to fill me completely. As it swept through me I heard myself babbling like I was possessed. “Oh yes, Belinda! OH! Yes, m-my little angel... eat Mommy’s pussy! Oh God, YES! FUCK ME! Mmmmmmm, I love you, baby!”

As this incredible wave of intense orgasmic pleasure slowly began to recede, Belinda's churning arm came to a slow halt. I kept rolling my hips, though... working my cunt on my baby’s hand. She just smiled, holding herself steady for me as I thrust back hard against her fist, each thrust a shockwave of pleasure.

Finally I came to rest... and Belinda carefully removed her hand from my cunt with a slurping sound, then crawled into my arms. Her body was glazed with sweat, and she was breathing heavily from her exertions. I was proud of her, working so hard to make her mommy come.

Like my daughter I was dazed, dizzy... but all I could think about at that moment was how badly I hungered to go down on her, to taste my precious little girl.

Opening my eyes, I smiled lovingly at Belinda, then gently kissed her. She responded with an eagerness that stole my breath away... crushing her mouth to mine, her tongue plunging between my parted lips.

I moaned happily, allowing my eleven-year-old daughter to tongue-fuck me, sharing the flavor of my cunt. It was a lovely moment between mother and child — but now, there was something else that Mommy very much wanted to kiss...

We broke apart, gasping for breath as we gazed into each other's souls... and I whispered, "I want to lick you now, sweetheart."

Belinda cooed with joy, her face lighting up as if she were six instead of eleven... a child who'd been offered a special treat. "Yes, Mommy, yes!" she exclaimed.

Something about her air of innocence — even as she lay naked in my arms, her lips moist from my vagina — turned me on so much that I had to kiss her again... and this time I was the aggressor, probing her child's mouth as if it were a cunt. She sighed and relaxed in my arms. letting me take her.

Finally our mouths parted, and I gently drew Belinda down to the thick carpet and rolled her onto her back, then began to nuzzle my way down her thin body... leaving a trail of kisses along her elegant neck, then onto the plain of her chest. She had hardly any breasts to speak of, but her nipples begged for the touch of my lips.

I obliged, sucking each in turn... staring into my baby's awed eyes as I traced a circle around one with the tip of my tongue. "Mmm, that feels so good," she whispered. "I've wanted you to do this to me, Mommy."

I answered her with a smile, then continued to explore the universe that was Belinda. Down her form I proceeded, rubbing my face against the softness of my daughter's tummy. Even her belly button was adorable, and I paused to pay tribute... placing my lips onto the tiny hollow and slipping my tongue inside to give Belinda's tum-tum a playful French kiss. She squirmed lusciously beneath me, moaning, "Oh... oh, wow."

But I had somewhere else I ached to be, so on I went, grazing Belinda's skin with my lips.

And then I was lying between my little girl's legs, marveling at the beauty of her vulva. I reached out to brush the pink crease with trembling fingers, sending a sweet shiver through her. Tracing the line of the bare slit, I found her wetness.

Placing both hands on Belinda's inner thighs, I gently opened her sex with my thumbs... the very breath quivering in my chest at the sight of the moist, rosy flesh hidden inside my baby's flower. Leaning in closer, I breathed deeply, savoring the intoxicating essence of a little girl. There was sweet honey there for me to taste, and a moan escaped my lips as a tiny drop trickled down into the cleft of my daughter's anus.

I raised myself slightly, meeting my child's dreamy gaze. "Honey," I murmured, "draw your legs up for me, and hold them to your chest. I want to see all of you..."

She happily complied. I glanced over at Janet and Mary, now sitting up and resting against the love seat. They were both watching, eager for the show to begin. Mary's head rested on her mother's breast, and her hand was moving between Janet's legs.

I turned back to my daughter. She lay before me with flushed cheeks, clutching both knees against her breasts, waiting.

Moving in for the kill, I extended my tongue, bathing Belinda's slit with one long, slow lick. My daughter's body tensed with a sharp jolt of pleasure, a choked cry bursting from her throat that trailed off into a whimper.

Sampling her flavor, I decided that my baby girl was delicious; then licked her again, teasing the puffy slit with the tip of my tongue. Belinda's breath came in sobs, her frame shivering with tiny tremors as if she carried an earthquake in her belly... one that might shake this house to its very foundation when unleashed.

I pictured my daughter literally bringing the walls crashing down with her orgasm, and stifled a giggle before licking her again, this time barely penetrating Belinda's opening before I withdrew once more.

I continued to tease my child's pussy with tiny flicks of the tongue and light kisses, driving her frantic with the need for release. Her body was shivering as if she were feverish, both hands still clenching the backs of her knees.

Finally, when it seemed as if Belinda was on the verge of bursting into frustrated tears, I burrowed between her thighs, fastening my mouth to that flawless cunt. Eleven years old — still a child, really -- and I was going down on her, making lesbian love to my own little girl, thrilling to the music of her ecstatic cries. I'd never been so turned on in my life.

Why had I never done this with Belinda before? In fact, why had I pushed my darling Pepper away all those years ago, back when she hungered to be loved by her mother in this very same way? As I lay before my youngest daughter, avidly tongue-fucking her juicy slit, it dawned on me what a fool I'd been.

Then I was licking Belinda up and down, bathing the baby-smooth vulva with long, luxurious strokes... the sweet, sharp taste of a little girl coating my tongue.

The rosebud of her anus was open to me, and I sought entrance, probing between Belinda's soft cheeks to tickle the dark cleft. The act of rimming my little girl was delightful, and I could have licked her asshole for hours... but her pussy demanded my attention right then, so I regretfully abandoned Belinda's bottom for the time being, once more pressing my mouth to her sex.

"Oh, Mommy," she whispered, staring blissfully at me. "This is... s-so nice..."

I renewed my ardent licking, pleasuring Belinda, her ecstasy slowly rising until my daughter was at the very brink of release... then I sought out the barely-there nubbin of her clitoris, taking it between my lips to suckle.

Her soft whimpers quickly mounted into a wild cry as a long-awaited orgasm came crashing down. Belinda was shaking violently, her head turning from side to side while I held on, gripping my little girl's bottom. She came hard for about half a minute, then slowly relaxed as the intensity of her climax began to wane. Her legs straightened, and she sank back into the thick carpet with a long, contented sigh.

With one last gentle kiss on her vulva, I raised myself to my knees, then shifted into a sitting position next to Belinda. Tired as she was, my baby sat up, reaching out for me, and I took her damp body into my arms.

"I love you, Mommy," she breathed, her lips touching my ear. Then she sat back, gazing at me with adoring eyes. "That was my dream, Mommy... doing that with you. You made my dream come true."

Belinda's hair was stuck to her moist forehead, and I lovingly brushed it to one side. "Precious child... I love you too." As if I was held by a magic spell, my face was slowly drawn to hers, and we kissed.

Goodness, what a kiss that was. My baby's tongue shyly grazed my lower lip, and my mouth parted to allow it entrance, my tongue greeting hers, engaging, mingling as our passion grew. I was smitten; a woman in love.

A loud sound suddenly broke the silence. I lifted my head, staring toward the sliding glass door, the one that led to the back yard... and saw, standing there in the open entrance, my daughter Pepper, her eyes dancing with excitement. Believe it or not, I was surprised.

My heart raced as she stepped in and stood before us. As usual, Pepper was wearing an incredibly short dress, looking every inch the teenage tramp.

She grinned knowingly at the sight of her baby sister, naked and in my arms... then she kicked off her sandals and began to unbutton her dress, tugging it down to her waist. As I expected, there was no bra covering her perky breasts. She quickly finished undoing her dress, then let it slip to the floor, revealing her beautiful naked body. Hmmm... no panties either.

Her eyes met mine as she reached down to lightly manipulate her clit with expert fingers. “Well, Mom... I guess you just can’t resist the lure of young flesh, can you?”

I laughed at that — in fact, we all did — then I licked my lips as sensuously as possible while leering at my sexy daughter, the hunger I felt for her written in my eyes.

Pepper strutted forward and stood beside me, then raised a leg to place her foot on the arm of the couch, showing me everything she had. Tilting my face up to hers, she bent down to kiss me hotly, her tongue flickering in my mouth like a flame for a delicious instant before she broke away abruptly. Belinda, still nestled in my arms, gasped in awe.

Seizing my wrist, Pepper placed my hand on her pubic mound. “Touch me, Mom,” she hissed. "Feel how wet I am for you."

Placing a finger at the entrance of her cunt, I pushed it deep into my daughter with a single smooth motion. Pepper inhaled sharply and threw her head back as I began to fuck her, adding a second finger after a few strokes.

Belinda nibbled her lower lip while she watched me masturbate her big sister... then she got down on her tummy before me, burying her face between my legs. I parted them, giving my little girl full access, moaning when her lips pressed into my throbbing sex.

Pepper rode my hand for a while, then straightened, my finger leaving her vagina with a wet sound. "What a good mommy," she cooed, briefly touching my cheek. Then she moved to kneel behind Belinda. Transfixed by her baby sister’s upturned ass, Pepper placed a hand on that tight little bottom and began to caress it. I could see Belinda’s eyes glaze over with pleasure at big sister's touch.

Pepper's naughty hand soon slipped between Belinda’s legs to play with her cunt... and my youngest daughter moaned soft and low into my pubic curls, still licking me as best she could.

Suddenly, Pepper grabbed Belinda by the arm — roughly pulling her away from me — and tugged her out into the center of the room. Pepper positioned her little sister with the side of her face resting flat on the carpet, her girlish bottom jutting lewdly up into the air. I felt behind me for the front of Janet's couch, leaning back against the plush cushions.

Pepper knelt behind her baby sister and took a long, loving lick, trailing her tongue from her bare slit up through the crack of her ass. Belinda shivered ecstatically, her face the very image of sexual rapture. Remembering how skillful Pepper had been at oral play when we'd done each other last night, I smiled to myself — knowing how wonderful Belinda must have felt right then.

Spreading Belinda's buttocks with both hands, Pepper began to rim her younger sibling. My eleven-year-old was positively ecstatic, nearly sobbing for joy as her big sister's hot, sucking mouth pressed deep between her cheeks. Clearly, a love of anal stimulation ran in our family.

Suddenly Janet plunked herself on the carpet next to me. Cupping my face in two warm hands, she crushed her mouth to mine in a torrid kiss, fucking me with her tongue, then sat back against the couch with me to watch my oldest daughter make love to my youngest. Janet's hand drifted between my legs, and mine between hers. We fingered each other's cunts as we took in the sight and sounds of my daughters committing incest. Belinda’s body seemed to move in time with her big sister's probing tongue... and I could hear her whimper with pleasure at every flick of her big sister's tongue in her ass crack.

Once more Janet and I turned to each other and kissed hungrily. My eyes drifted shut as I savored the warmth and softness of my neighbor's luscious mouth. She and I slid to the floor in a tight clinch, and I climbed on top of her, pressing a thigh against Janet's heated sex... the two of us making out like lust-crazed teenagers.

Then I heard Pepper’s demanding voice ring out. “Okay Mom... on your hands and knees!”

I raised my face to see Pepper standing defiantly before me, naked but for the huge strap-on dildo she was fastening around her waist. Securing it, her hand slid up and down the length of the latex cock, a dominant gleam in her eyes. A shiver of excitement ran through me at the sight of such a large cock strapped to my young daughter. It was long and thick and I wanted it inside me more than anything.

I quickly positioned myself on all fours, sticking my ass in the air with my knees parted wide. It had been ages since I'd had a lover indulge my submissive side, taking me like a wild animal... but that look in Pepper's eyes said more clearly than any words that she was in the mood for some very rough fun and games.

I sensed my daughter moving behind me... and I then felt the sting of her hand, crashing down on my right buttock. I cried out loud —partly in pain and surprise, mostly in ecstasy.

“Ready to get fucked, Mom? Huh? Ready to take a big hard cock up your ass?” Then WHAP! Pepper’s other hand came down like the wrath of God on my other cheek, and I cried out again.

I felt her hand spreading some kind of lubricant all the way up the crack of my ass, then across my tight hole. I shivered with anticipation at the thought of being buttfucked by my Pepper. She plunged two fingers into my anus, wriggling them around to loosen me up back there. She was far from gentle with me, but I didn't mind.

A few seconds later Pepper removed her fingers and began sliding the tip of her cock into my ass. I couldn’t believe the size of the thing. I wasn’t absolutely certain that I could take a dick that big in my back door — but I sure was ready to find out.

I whimpered in delight as my asshole slowly opened up to my daughter, a choked cry escaping my lips as the bulbous head suddenly penetrated the anal ring.

“Take it, Mom! Take my cock up your ass. I'm gonna fuck you so good...” she growled, making me see stars as she slapped my butt again, harder this time.

The burning of my bottom only added fuel to the fire that raged between my legs. God — the more she treated me like a whore, the more it turned me on! She knows me so well, I thought.

I took a deep breath and felt the huge shaft begin to muscle its way into my anal passage. It’s so big! was all I could think. But it felt wonderful as it slowly, slowly filled me.

Janet and Mary were entangled on the carpet a few feet away in a lover's embrace, kissing passionately. Mary's legs were wrapped around her mother, and she was rubbing her cunt against Janet's belly. The intensity of their feelings for one another was a beautiful thing to see. I felt a surge of indescribable joy that nearly brought me to tears, knowing that my girls and I were now loving each other in the same way.

Once Pepper had completely penetrated my rectum, she began to withdraw her cock, only to shove the full length of it back inside. I grunted with pleasure as it filled me. Again, Pepper slapped my ass firmly as she began to work the length of it in and out.

As she fucked me, Pepper moaned, "Oh, Mom... I've wanted to do this to you for so long..." She was pumping my ass with long steady strokes, and I was in paradise. I could feel my warm fluids oozing down the insides of my thighs. I was my daughter's slut, her back door bitch... and I loved it.

Then Belinda was kneeling before me, her face about an inch from mine. She nibbled gently at my lower lip, and I just closed my eyes and kissed my little girl like a lover. I could feel her humming with pleasure as my tongue licked its way around her mouth. This was miles away from a normal mother-daughter kiss, but then nothing I’d been doing today could be considered normal.

“Oooh, yeah, that's so hot, Mom..." Pepper sighed, her hips moving against my ass. "Can you taste your pussy on her lips?”

I did, and it was delicious. Belinda and I continued to kiss, her little hands fondling my breasts as Pepper kept pumping in and out of my rectum, keeping my senses heightened by slapping my ass every so often. As for me, I was pushing my hips back against that slippery prick, trying to take it even deeper.

When I came, it was like being turned inside out. I was screaming and thrashing wildly as my daughters pleasured me, taking their own mother through the most amazing orgasm. I actually passed out for a minute or so, coming to in Pepper's arms... my eldest daughter cradling my head in her lap while Belinda lay curled against me, her lips touching my breast.

Gazing down, Pepper gave me a look of adoration, the likes of which I'd not had from her in ages, and whispered, "Love ya, Mom," bending to place a feather-light kiss on my nose. It was such a perfect moment that I actually shed a few tears. After all those years of anger and defiance, I had my daughter back.

Then she kissed my mouth, her soft lips brushing mine. I responded, my desire magically renewing itself as our tongues met and mingled...

The five of us shared a long afternoon of lovemaking before my daughters and I cleaned up and went home, where we crammed ourselves in the shower stall to wash each other clean before emerging to pass out in a tangle of bare limbs on my bed.

From that day on, my relationship with Belinda and Pepper has been the joy of my existence. I no longer have to pretend that I'm some kind of prim and proper mother around my girls. We are all three committed lesbians... and incestuous lovers. Pepper came back home to stay, and our family was complete.

Belinda moved into my bedroom with me — and two years later, we still fuck nearly every night. Pepper has her own room, where she often entertains other girls and women... but then there are other nights when she joins me and Belinda in a family orgy steamy enough to take off the wallpaper. Of course, we also enjoy a lovely rapport with Janet and Mary as well. I can drop by their house just about any time to borrow something a hell of a lot sweeter than a cup of sugar.

So that's my life these days. It's so strange: I spent years denying my true nature, trying to keep my daughters from being like me... and in the end, it was my precious girls who showed me the light, helped me to once again become the wanton lesbian slut I always was. And in spite of my foolish fears, I discovered that sharing this beautiful, perverse lifestyle with Pepper and Belinda is the best part of it all.

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