Monday, July 8, 2013

Mom the Lipstick Lesbian SeXStoRY

I can't tell my story without telling the story of my mother. She was born in the suburban community between Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm in Orange County, California. She was a relatively popular girl in school. The first time she got fucked would be a truly traumatic experience for anyone, but for a young p*****n even more so. She was only twelve years old and just turning from a girl into a woman. She had only had a couple of periods. Her breasts were just starting to swell and pubic hair was a new addition to her body. Her parents had gone out for an evening of drinking and dancing at a party at the home of friends. When her parents came home she heard them stumbling around before going to bed. The house grew quiet, except for the sound of crickets outside her window. Then she heard someone enter the bathroom and the sound of water splashing. It was obviously her father pissing into the toilet. She rolled over and was about to go back to sl**p, when the door opened and her father sat on her bed. He started stroking her body. She tried to protect herself to no avail. He pulled down the blankets and pulled up her nightgown. He spread her legs and mounted her. She can never forget the smell of booze on his breath as he drove his cock into her virgin pussy. He even had to place a hand over her mouth to muffle her crying and moaning. When he finished he covered her body and returned to her mother's bed. Everything changed after that. Her father must have felt guilty about what he had done to her. He was never close to her again. He never denied her anything, but kept his distance from her. He never held her like he had when she was a c***d. She never told her mother about what had happened, or anyone else. She grew closer to a couple of her c***dhood friends, without divulging what had happened to her. At the same time her friends were inviting her to sl**povers called pajama parties. They would gather at the home of one of the girls with their sl**ping bags and favorite music. They would do it while the host f****y was out. Then they would drink the booze and smoke cigarettes of the host f****y while playing music. They would dance with each other until they finally had to settle down. They would cuddle up with each other, and indulge in kissing and hugging before pairing up to indulge in their first attempts at lesbian sex. They usually only felt each other up and digitally masturbated each other until they came. None of them was brave enough to perform oral sex on each other, even if they knew what that was. Mom didn't want to be labeled a prude, so when she entered high school she started dating boys. There was a popular guy that asked her out. She thought he was a nice guy. They dated each other almost her entire freshman year, but eventually he tried to get her to fuck him. They had necked and done some innocent petting up to then, but when he tried to pull off her panties she resisted. She spent the summer going to the beach with her girlfriends. When school started she threw herself into school work, the marching band and the annual staff. There was a talented boy in the band that was also on the yearbook staff that she felt comfortable with. There were rumors that he was a faggot, but she didn't mind that because if he was he sure would not f***e himself on her. As their friendship grew stronger he admitted that he was gay. He even introduced her to his boyfriend. This guy was a truly handsome man in his mid-twenties. This man could have been a male model because of his good looks. In order not to miss her junior-senior prom, she asked him to take her. He was a marvelous dancer. Her girlfriends were all over her the next week at school. They wanted to know all about the gorgeous man. She was not about to tell them the truth about him. When she graduated from high school she debated about what college she wanted to attend. She wanted to get away from home, and wanted a change in climate. She selected the University of Washington. While attending college she had a couple of lesbian roommates that introduced her seriously to lesbian sex. Before she graduated from college she had even had a liaison with one of her female instructors. In all of her relationships she had been the arm candy for more butch type females. She started a career in law upon graduation from law school and passing the California bar. Her first position was as a Los Angeles County Assistant Deputy Prosecutor. While building her reputation she kept her sexual preferences private. She was very conservative with her money, but she did manage to use her connections to buy into a condominium in Marina Del Ray. She was discreet about selecting her girlfriends. About that time she felt the desire to have a f****y of her own. She discussed her options with her gynecologist. Her sexual preferences were know to her gynecologist, so artificial insemination was performed. They performed the procedure until the results proved positive. I was the product of that endeavor. She was able to see to it that I had everything a baby girl needed. She hired a sweet little old lady to look after me. I was a pampered c***d. Mom had a small group of friends that she associated with. As a c***d I never questioned the relationship with her friends. As far as I knew it was normal for women to lock their bedroom door when entertaining friends. I was a curious girl though. When I was seven years old I happened to rummage through her dresser drawers because I thought her clothes were the sexiest things on earth. I was rummaging around in her lingerie drawer, when I found a bundle of letters tied together with a red ribbon. I just had to read them. They turned out to be love letters. As I read them I became aware that they were from women, some of them I knew. They contained graphic details of romantic encounters between them and my mother. I had never suspected that my mother was having sex with the women that spent the night with her. When I read some letters from Amy, a woman that visited regularly, I studied every word she wrote carefully. Amy was not only my mother's friend she was her beautician. I found her to be a fascinating woman because she was not the kind of person I would have thought my mother would associate with. She changed the color of her hair about every month and she had Celtic tattoos on her body. I was fascinated by her tattoos and she had explained the meanings behind the ones I could see. After reading her proclamations of undying love for my mother and lamenting about how much she wanted to spend every night sucking my mother's breasts and worshiping at the altar of my mother's sweet pussy. She even described how much she enjoyed licking my mother's asshole. I was shocked by the fact that my mother had sex with so many women. I carefully put all of the letters back in their envelopes and tied them in their ribbon, before carefully returning them to their hiding place. That evening I struggled with my feelings. The more I thought about the letters, the more my pussy itched. I just had to rub myself. The next time Amy came over to go out for an evening with my mother, I had an opportunity to talk to her while Mom finished putting on her makeup. She always was late getting ready for an evening out, because she would take at least another thirty minutes putting on her makeup. I took that opportunity to ask Amy, "Would you make love to me?" Amy recoiled as if she had been splashed with cold water. She recovered quickly, "What makes you think I would do anything like that?" I admitted, "I read your letters to my mother!" Her face paled suddenly. She couldn't respond for awhile. "I think you should discuss this with your mother!" Before I could press her further, Mother emerged. They were off for the evening. After they left I retrieved the letters again. I selected a group of letters from another woman I knew. This woman was about Mother's age, but she was nothing like Mother. She was a heavy set woman that seemed to always be wearing jeans and denim work shirts. Her blonde hair was cropped rather short. She was a friendly woman, but it was obvious that she had a short temper. I had always wondered why my mother was friendly with a woman that bossed her around so much. Reading the letters I discovered just how subservient my mother was to her. I lay on my bed and rubbed my little pussy while reading about how this woman enjoyed making Mother do all kinds of degrading things. I masturbated so much that my pussy became inflamed and swollen. I returned the letters to their hiding place before Mom and Amy got home, and was sound asl**p when they did get home. The smell of breakfast being cooked woke me up. I got dressed and brushed my teeth and washed my face before following my nose. Amy was sitting at the dining table drinking coffee, and Mom was busy making breakfast for the three of us. There was the usual greetings and kisses on the cheeks. There was the usual small talk while we ate. After Amy bade her goodbye, Mom confronted me. "I understand that you read some of my private letters, and asked Amy to make love to you!" Mom said. I was terribly upset that Amy had told on me, but I couldn't deny what Mom said. Mom went on to tell me that she had not intended for me to find out about her secret until I was older. She wanted me to be able to understand why she preferred the company of women, but keeping those letters was probably a Freudian mistake. She had to explain that a Freudian mistake means. (A subconscious desire to be discovered) She asked me if I really wanted to find out what sex was like between women. I couldn't find the words to express my desires, but I did shake my head up and down. She took hold of my right hand and led me to her bedroom. The bed was still unmade. All I had on was cotton panties and a simple blue gingham dress. Mama took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth while she unbuttoned the back of my dress. She pulled it over the top of my head, and pushed me backwards onto the side of the bed. She picked up my legs and pulled my panties out from under me, as she made me lay back. When my head rested on the pillow I could smell Amy's perfume and hair. I lay there watching Mama remove her housecoat and nightgown. I have to say that my mother is a beautiful woman. She is about five-feet four, with breasts that don't need implants at all, and they stick out proudly without the support of a bra. She had a slim waist that flares out over her wide hips. Mother is a very vain woman, and she would never allow a stray pubic hair to be seen peeking out from under her hip hugger panties. This morning she didn't have panties on though. I was looking at that little triangle of dark pubic hair. I could see her labia protruding beyond the wet opening. Her flabby lips looked like excess material dangling out of her opening. Mom lay down beside me, and continued kissing me. The kiss was nothing like any of the motherly kisses I had received from her before. Having read those letters I had a strong desire to suck on her breasts. I placed my hand on the nearest one, and started molding it with my fingers. I could feel her nipple rubbing against the palm of my hand. Mama drew my head down to her breast and fed me one of her nipples like I was a baby. There was an unbelievable feeling of satisfaction sucking on my mother's tit. Mama reached down and started rubbing my little hairless crotch. I didn't want this moment to ever end. The smell of my mother's body filled my nose. She felt so warm, and I swear I could smell her pussy. I didn't resist when Mother placed her hand on the top of my head and pushed downward. I could not resist licking her pubic hair on the way to her pussy. When she made me probe the depths of her cunt with my tongue I discovered that her pussy was full of a slimy liquid. I swallowed the liquid and it made my throat feel like I had a cold. Mama told me to suck on her clit, and when I found it with my lips she made all kinds of satisfying noises. She held my head down there by the hair until she had made me suck her cum out of her pussy. I could hardly breathe until she lifted my head up. We rested for awhile, and Mother told me what a sweet girl I was for pleasing her so much. Now it was Mother's turn to suck my pussy. She did things with her lips and tongue that I couldn't believe. I was too young to cum, but she made me feel things I had never felt before. My little pussy was swollen, red and raw by the time I begged her to stop. We were like a couple of newlyweds for the next week. Every minute we were not at work or school was spent in bed. When we were not eating food we were eating each other. Amy called a couple of times but mother avoided making any dates. When Friday arrived we were lounging around the house naked when there was a knock at the door. Mother slipped on a robe before answering the door. I remained hidden in her bedroom. I could hear the conversation going on in the living room. It was obviously Amy confronting Mother. She was confronting my mother about her being sure that Mother was fucking me. There was some heated exchange of words. I heard a scuffle before the bedroom door opened. Amy was pulling Mother by one of her nipples. Mother's robe was open and Amy had a strong grip on one of her nipples as she pulled her into the bedroom. I was curled up in a protective ball on the bed, with a sheet covering my naked body. Amy pulled Mother to the side of the bed with one hand as she grabbed the sheet and ripped it away from my body. She exclaimed, "JUST AS I THOUGHT! You have been fucking your baby this week! Here I pass up the opportunity to seduce her, and you do it behind my back!" With that she used her free hand to roll me over onto my back, and slapped the inside of my thighs to let me know that she wanted me to spread my legs. As I opened my legs she placed that hand right over my little pubic mound. She used one finger to probe the wetness between my labia. She massaged my little pussy until it was practically driving me crazy. She was still clinging to my mother's nipple. Amy pulled my mother by her nipple until she was lying on the bed next to me. Then she climbed over my body to lie on my other side. The two of them were feeling me up. Amy was covering my face with wet kisses before she centered in on my mouth. She had me stick out my tongue, so that she could tongue duel with me. While she was doing that Mother was tickling my little clit with her fingers. I could hardly hold still. I couldn't resist squeezing Amy's tit. While mother worked her way down my body until she was laying between my legs with her head resting on my pussy. She proceeded to use her tongue to stimulate my little clit until I couldn't hold my hips still. While I was being stimulated beyond belief, Amy did something I didn't expect. Amy got up on her knees and mounted my head so that she was facing Mom. She lowered her untrimmed pussy down to my mouth. I was looking up at her grayish brown asshole. Any started rocking her hips back and forth I was f***ed to run my tongue and nose deep into her pussy, and occasionally taste her asshole. As nasty as I thought it was to lick her asshole I found it very exciting. Amy face fucked me until she shouted that she was cumming. She stopped moving, and my mouth was flooded with her slimy juices. I swallowed as much as I could. She eventually rolled off of my head. While I lay there recovering Mom and Amy clung to each other and kissed while they massaged each other's tits and pussies. I watched them do everything they could to make each other cum. Having spent the better part of a week doing everything to my mother that she taught me to do I was fascinated with the prospect of finding out how my mother differed from Amy. Having spent so much time looking at and licking her pussy and asshole, I just had to find out what her breasts were like. Amy's breasts were not as large as Mom's, but they didn't sag as much as hers. Her nipples were inverted, but the areolas were like little caps perched on top of her conical tits. I positioned myself between the two of them. Mother's big breasts were resting on my shoulders with my head between them while I sucked on Amy's nipples. It was all so thrilling to be the center of attention. The two of them were playing with my body so much that I was in a constant state of arousal. Eventually Amy had to go home so that she could get some rest before going to work. Living so close to the beach was fun. Venice Beach is the location of Muscle Beach. Over the years they had moved it from just south of the Santa Monica Pier, and fenced it in. It was a thrill to watch all of those muscle bound weight lifters showing off. The list of famous body builders, weight lifters and professional wrestlers that had trained there was impressive. As much as I admired the bulging muscles of the men, it was the women body builders that I was attracted to the most. They all had golden tans, and they had bulging muscles like the men. I learned that they consumed so much male hormones that their breasts were like little lemon halves on top of bulging pectoral muscles. A few of them had even had breast implants to make them look a little more feminine. While they were showing off their muscles they only had on bathing suits that were hardly more that little triangles held on with nothing more that strings. The bottoms were so tight that they gave new meaning to a pussy looking like a camel toe. There was one of the professional women body builders that I gravitated to. I became her best fan. I found out where she was competing and insisted that Mother or Amy take me to the competition. She saw me hanging around so much that she knew my name. Upon my insistence Mother invited her to our house for dinner. Her name was Veronica, and I suspected that she was a lesbian. I couldn't put my finger on what made me think she was, but I noticed something about the way she touched the other women while she was spotting for them that made me suspect that she was a lesbian. When she came to our house for dinner was the first time I had ever seen her in a dress. She had on nylons and high heels with a light summer dress with a full pleated skirt. I suspected she had selected a backless dress because of the size of her muscular body was hard to find clothes that fit her. The tied behind her neck and the bib like top had a deep cut cleavage that exposed a large portion of her ample breasts. After the greetings were exchanged we gathered in the living room to chat while we waited for the dinner to finish cooking. The conversation soon turned to a discussion about lesbian sex. Amy and Mom deliberately assured Veronica that we were confirmed lesbians. Veronica's eyes flashed in my direction as if to ask if I was a lesbian too. Mom saw the way her eyes looked in my direction and said, "My baby as been an admirer of yours from the first time she saw you at Muscle Beach!" She sat there almost as if in stunned disbelief that this woman was telling her that her own daughter had lusted for her. Mom added, "Hell, Amy and I would love to date you too!" As tan as her face was it was obvious that she was blushing. Mom excused herself long enough to check the meal. While she was gone Amy and I continued asking Victoria about what it was like to compete as a body builder. She told us that she had had to prepare for at least three months for any particular competition. The object was to peak at just the right time. The object was to develop the largest muscle mass as possible with as little body fat as possible, so that she had the maximum definition. She complained that at that time she was fifteen pounds overweight. Amy and I couldn't see where she had any excess fat. When mother announced that dinner was ready we headed for the dining room. I just had to put my arm around her waist as I guided her to the seat I wanted her to sit in, so that I could sit next to her. I suspect that I made her nervous being so forward about my infatuation with her. Whenever I wasn't cutting meat I had my hand resting on her thigh. She was obviously uncomfortable with my bold move, but she didn't object. When dinner was over Mom insisted that Amy and I entertain our guest while she put the dishes in the dishwasher. Amy and I led her to the couch and sat down on either side of Victoria. We couldn't resist stroking her muscular arms. I just had to feel one of her breasts. If she had breast implants I sure couldn't tell. They felt as natural as my mother's. I had been aware that she didn't have a bra on the moment I saw her back. Victoria placed her hand over mine, as if she was going to brush it away, but before she could do that Amy placed her hand on her other breast. She gave up and let us do whatever we wanted. Having been given passive permission I slipped my hand inside the side of her dress to feel her naked breast. Mother entered the room and smiled warmly because she enjoyed the sight of Amy and me feeling up this sexy woman. She was about to sit down in her favorite chair and ask Amy to come and keep her company. Amy moved over and sat in the chair as she pulled Mom down onto her lap. Amy was feeling up Mom while they watched me pawing the object of my affections. While I was squeezing Victoria's tit she turned her head towards me and I kissed her on the mouth. Until that moment Victoria had not made a move to return my advances. Seeing what Amy was doing to my mother must have inspired her into action. She picked me up bodily like I was no more than a doll as she placed me on her lap. She planted a wet kiss on my mouth that was breathtaking. I had dressed in the most adult attire that I had for her benefit. A bra was unnecessary of course, but I had on the sexiest little gossamer thin panties possible. When she slipped her hand under my dress she found just how wet I was for her. I was covering her face with wet kisses while she toyed with my pussy. I untied the strap around her neck, and pulled the front of her dress down to expose those beautiful breasts. Her areolas were no larger than my own, and the nipples were just a little larger than mine. I couldn't resist taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I wanted to get her naked as soon as possible to see what she looked like totally naked. Seeing Victoria during competition, in her posing straps covered in cocoanut flavored olive oil was not the same as seeing her brown body completely naked. She seemed to be just as interested in seeing me naked too. Of course all she had to do is peel off my dress and panties and I was as naked as the day I was born. I got a look at Amy and Mom while Victoria was undressing me. They had their clothes arranged so that their breasts and pussies were exposed, and they were finger fucking each other while they watched us. I pleaded with Victoria to take her dress off, so that I could see her. She stood up and sat me down before performing a striptease for us. She truly was an exhibitionist, as she turned around for our benefit as she flexed her muscles. When she removed her panties I was struck by the fact that there was not so much as a hint of a hair on her cunt. Her vulva was no bigger than mine. I guess that was because of the lack of body fat on her body. I was also struck by the size of that ridge of stiff flesh sticking out of her crack. Her clitoris was as large as a baby's finger and fully exposed sticking out of her labia. See it sticking out like that was more than I could resist. I slipped to the floor in front of her feet. I clung to her rock hard hips as I took her clit into my mouth. Victoria stood there with her legs spread, and stroked my hair. If she was embarrassed by having her cunt sucked in front of an audience it didn't show. Amy soon had Mom on the floor eating her pussy just as passionately as I was sucking Victoria's pussy. I spent the night feeling, sucking, kissing every inch of Victoria's body that evening. Her clit was almost like a little penis. She did tribe me in such a way that her clit was rubbed against my own clit until I had my first climax. I loved oiling her body before she made love to me. We wallowed around like two girls in constant heat. After that night I was allowed to travel with Victoria when she was in competition. I was the one that always applied oil to her body before going on stage. Her competition expressed a little jealousy about me. I got felt up a lot while she was on stage. I didn't mind the attention at all, but I was first and foremost in love with my mother and Victoria. I was destined to become a body builder.

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