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 Naughty Teenage Slut 02 Teaching Tessie by Jen L.  Lee (C) 2016

   Hey all, Jen here - it's nice to be back writing more frequently.  This
story is a bit of a departure from my usual vein of writing, but I hope
you'll give me some leeway.  If you do like the story, send me an E-Mail -
Tessie's adventures are only just beginning.

   Lix from me, Jen

   Hello everyone.  My name is Kirsten Knutsen and I hope you will enjoy
the tale I'm about to tell you.  It's a long one, but I hope that it will
have enough twists and turns to delight and entertain you.

   To start, I was born into a family that strongly believed in what some
call "family love" or, more commonly, incest.  Where I come from, it is not
as taboo as it is here in the United States, although we shouldn't kid
ourselves.  There are more families having sex together than you are led to
believe.  I know, because I have met some of those families over the years.
You've already met one such girl, the star of our previous story.  Her name
was Erin and you bet, I really want to girl-fuck Erin.  With a mind that
pervy and a body that hot, I'd be fucking crazy not to.  Plus, how many
girls have mommies who are willing to join you once they've caught you
despoiling their young daughter?  I haven't made my move on her - yet.  A
few of the clerks in the lingerie store we both visit have checked her out,
but I am determined to be the first.

   I thought it was so cool that Erin and Jamie were so intimate and so
free-wheeling about it.  Some of their experiences mirrored my own, as you
are about to see.  Erin is a real cool girl and I hope we become
companions. Once we talk some more, I'm going to get her in bed because I
get the vibe that she really knows her stuff for being such a young chick.

   The first man I ever fucked was my own, wonderful daddy.  It was one of
the very best first fucks a girl could ask for.  My daddy is a strong,
strapping, 6'4" outdoorsman with a 9-inch cock.  I was terrified at first,
so my daddy gave me a bit of wine to help me calm down.  After all, most
14-year olds are going to be terrified on their first time.  After about an
hour of gentle and satisfying lovemaking, I told my daddy that he didn't
have to be so gentle.  My natural inclinations kicked in and I wanted to be
fucked.  Daddy was more than happy to oblige and my family told me that
they could hear me all the way down the hall.  I knew that night that I
loved sex and the wonderful things my body could do.

   The first woman I ever slept with, naturally, was my wonderful and
patient mother - although she loves it when I call her "mommy", even to
this day.  I could not have asked for a better partner for my first female
lover.  She was patient and playful and naughty.  Mommy - Ingrid - taught
me never to underestimate my own sexuality.  "Use it to your advantage, but
don't be cruel or selfish," she said to me.  "Be considerate of others and
most - and this is important, not all - of your lovers will be kind to
you." Mommy also taught me that a naked body holds great power, but nice
packaging is important too.  I love clothes, lingerie and shoes a great
deal and much of that comes from seeing how hot they looked on my tall,
elegant, regal mommy.

   For the next several years, I enjoyed a great deal of sex.  Most of it
was with my parents, although aunts, uncles and cousins soon joined the
mix. Then, it was their friends so that I could sample a real buffet of
sexual activity.  I found a new sense of freedom in my own sexuality and it
was nice when I realized the power I held over others.  I used mommy's
wisdom and I have never used sex as a weapon.  I was smart enough to be
discreet and insisted the lovers that shared my bed be discreet as well. 
Thus, I was able to enjoy sex with people of both genders and of varying
ages.  I gained a great deal of experience.  Some might have called me a
slut, but that was quite far from the truth.  I was merely a young woman
who enjoyed sex a great deal.  I didn't sleep with everyone, just those I
fancied.  I just happened to find all kinds of people fascinating and
wanted to know them intimately.  So I chose to share my body with them and
earned a great deal of experience.

   I loved the feeling that an orgasm gave me, a naughty and delicious
shiver that went all the way down to my toes.  They still curl up when I
have a good cum.  I swear, I can even feel it in my hair when I'm about to
orgasm.

   I met my husband Johnny - Giovanni - when I was 17 and he was 27.  (I'm
not revealing his last name out of respect for his privacy.  I kept my own
last name even after we married.) I was immediately in love and I hadn't
yet learned his name.  All I saw was this dark, handsome Italian with a
flock of women surrounding him.  I'm very competitive and I wanted his
attention more than anything.  Fortunately for me, the other girls weren't
wearing a skirt as short as the one I had on or heels quite as high.  Even
in a country full of hot blondes, I stood out in a crowd.

   I guess I should say at this point that I'm a suntanned, tall (5'10")
blonde with a slender, athletic build and great legs.  My skirt hugged by
beautiful derriere (I have what you Americans call a "bubble butt") and I
was wearing a pair of stiletto heels my mommy had given me when daddy
bought her several new pairs.  I don't have huge tits (but they're sexy) so
I wasn't wearing a bra.  One look at my ice-blue eyes and Johnny just had
to come over and say hello.  He didn't leave my side for the rest of the
evening.

   Johnny almost begged me to go out with him, it was so cute!  Of course I
said yes, but I played it coy.  Mommy had taught me not to overplay your
hand.  Johnny only had a few more days in my country and then he had to
return to the US and his father's import / export business.  From the
clothes he was wearing to the money he spent, I could see he was
successful, but that wasn't my main interest.  I only cared about how good
a fuck he was and how big his cock was.

   It was plenty big, as I learned the very next night.  After a sumptuous
dinner, Johnny managed to "seduce" me into coming back to his hotel room.
We spent a wonderful evening fucking and the next few after that.  My poor
Johnny was so stunned to learn I was only 17.  I assured him that was legal
in my country and besides, I wasn't going to say anything.  He was so
shocked that someone as young as I knew so much about sex, like all the
different positions, swallowing and how long I could go.  When he left that
Saturday, I knew he'd be back.  I had him by the balls and I knew it.  I
had yet to find a lover - of any sex or age - that didn't want more of my
hot blonde body.  I knew in my soul that Johnny would prove to be no
different.

   After two more visits - ostensibly on business, but Johnny wasn't
fooling anyone - he asked me to marry him.  I wanted to say "yes" that
instant, but I sensibly asked my parents for advice.  I had been sleeping
with a number of lovers to try and push Johnny from my head, despite the
great sex, he had me hooked.  My parents were smart.

   "Wait until you're at least 18 and done school," Mommy told me.  "If he
loves you, he will wait."

   I gave him my answer and he agreed.  It was less than 6 months' time and
he was getting an experienced, sex-crazed blonde out of the deal.

   I had some conditions of my own.

   "I do not want to live in New Jersey," I insisted.  "It might be home to
you, but I've seen enough to know I'd probably hate it." We swiftly
compromised on New York, where Johnny had more family.  "The other
conditions have to do with sex." I saw a confused look on his face.  I
imagine he thought that we had clicked so well in bed, what more could I
want?  I soon told him.

   "You don't own me, I don't own you," I said.  "I have sex with whoever I
want, male or female." That got his attention, he hadn't known until that
moment that I was bi-sexual.  I wasn't hiding it, it just had not arisen.
"I won't ever embarrass you, but I can't imagine sleeping with just one man
- or one gender - the rest of my life.  I will be with you for a long time,
but I want others."

   Johnny thought he could handle that.  My next condition nearly knocked
him off his feet.  "When we have kids, I want us to teach them about sex,"
I insisted.  I'm sure he thought I meant like lectures and from books.  I
soon disavowed him of that notion.  "I want us to show our kids how to fuck
and let them know that there is nothing at all wrong with a family sharing
love." My poor baby was flabbergasted and could not find the words to ask
the question.  I nodded and told him of my past.  I don't doubt he had a
hard time with it, being very American.

   It took him the better part of a week to agree, although my best friend
Natalia likely had something to do with it.  She and I gave Johnny his
first three-way and I think that convinced him my idea had merit.  We got
married a month later in a lavish ceremony that probably cost more than my
father earned in a year.  I spent the week before our wedding having as
much sex (with my girlfriends only) as I could so that my wedding night
with my husband would be special.  It sure was - we honeymooned in Paris
and almost didn't leave the room for the first 3 days.  Luckily, we met
some cute Parisiennes who found my new husband attractive - and me too,
with all my new outfits - and we got taken around to see the sights,
followed by nights of debauchery!

   My Johnny and I found a wonderful place in New York and proceeded to
have a happy marriage.  We found some very sexy people to swing with and
were in "the lifestyle" for a time, although I enjoyed it far more than my
husband.  He was in many ways, a traditional Italian man.  Still, he
adapted and a lot of women found him attractive.  When my family visited,
it was a thrill to see him fuck my sister, cousins and especially mommy,
who praised his prowess.

   We hadn't even been married two years when I found out I was pregnant.

   Johnny was thrilled and even more so when I gave birth to Rudolph (Rudy)
our very handsome - and heavy (almost 9 pounds!) baby boy.  I adored being
a mommy and got spoiled rotten with gifts from both sides of the family.  I
doted on my handsome son and he proved to be a wonderful young man. 
However, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.

   It wasn't much longer than a year after giving birth to Rudy that I got
another shock - I was pregnant again!  Johnny was thrilled but I was
apprehensive about having two kids to deal with in so short a time.  I
needn't have worried because I was going to receive lots of help.

   Two years to the day Rudy was born, along came his kid sister.

   We named her Tessa, but Rudy always called her "Tessie" and it stuck.

   Her family adored her, especially her big brother.  We joked and told
Rudy that he had to help take care of her, because she was his birthday
gift.  Of course, he didn't understand - or so we thought.  He took it to
heart and watched over his kid sister almost every waking moment - for a
time, I'm sure it drove her crazy.  Still, I never heard a cross word
between them, not to this day.  They're the best of friends and all of our
family are proud of what special kids they turned out to be.

   As I watched my kids grow, it was with a sense of pride and, I will
admit to it, a small degree of lust.  Rudy was becoming so much like his
father, although with a different persona.  I knew that he'd be a devil
with the ladies, once he got some "hand's on" instruction.  Oh no, I hadn't
forgotten my family's tradition - hardly.

   Shortly before his 15th birthday, my strapping young son came to me and
informed me that he was in love with a girl at school.  For the first time,
I saw a look of uncertainty on his face.  I found out that the girl was
older - good for him, aiming higher - and very popular, a sexy redhead with
a large group of admirers.  Johnny knew he was good looking, but "Heather"
was out of his league.  The hell with that, I knew what mommy had to do.

   "Is she as pretty as I am?" I blatantly asked him.

   I think my question took him a bit by surprise, but he recovered quickly
and shook his head.  "N-no, you're gorgeous, mom.  All of my friends say
so, even if I don't always appreciate the way they say it."

   "Oh?  How do they say it?" I had a pretty good idea.

   "They call you a MILF, that means ..."

   "I know what it means darling, I'm not that old," I teased and ruffled
his longish, dark hair.  "Do you agree with them?"

   "Mom, I respect you too much to ..."

   I looked him straight in his intense, dark eyes.  In this family, we
aren't afraid to speak our minds.  "That is not what I asked you, young
man. You can still respect a woman and want to fuck her - me.  Do you think
I'm a hot piece of ass?" I said, trying to shake him up just a bit.  Johnny
and I rarely used profanity around the kids and hearing me use the word
"fuck" in that context seemed to throw him.

   Still, my son is pretty unflappable, so he just went for it.  "Yeah mom,
if I wasn't your kid, I'd say so.  You're tall, blonde, tanned with a great
ass and legs.  There are a lot of girls I know that don't measure up to
you, not even close.  I've always thought dad married up," he complimented
me.

   Ah, I had him where I wanted him.  "So then, would you like to make love
to your mother?" I asked.  This time, he didn't recover his cool.  I pushed
him down in an easy chair and explained our family tradition.  His handsome
face was frozen in shock, so when I kissed him, I think it got through.

   "So, dad's really cool with all of this?"

   I made my case.  "Your father has no say in this.  It's my body, to give
to whomever I choose and today, I choose you.  You have the same rights and
so will Tessa, when I decide she's old enough.  However, in the spirit of
honesty, your father long ago accepted that our family would not be
traditional." I knew Johnny was still battling his own demons over this,
but he'd just have to deal.  I'd given us both a long rope and it was too
late to tug back on it now.

   "Okay mom, yes.  I'd be a fool not to go for this, so how do we ...?"

   I kissed him again, this time, as a lover.  It left him speechless. 
"I'll go upstairs and change," I said to him.  "You stay down here, you may
have a beer - after what we plan to do tonight, it's fine.  In half an
hour, join me upstairs.  Make sure to brush your teeth, I hate when your
daddy comes to bed with liquor on his breath.  Don't keep me waiting," I
said, wagging a finger at him and reminding him I was still the person in
charge.

   I'm sure he was chomping at the bit, but half hour later, I heard the
thumping of his footsteps on the stairs.  Rudy is like his dad, only more
massive.  He plays football.  I told him to shower and put on his robe and
come back when he was done.  I'm sure he broke all sorts of speed records
for showering, but I didn't mind - I was almost as anxious for this as he
was.  I'd waited 15 years for this moment.

   I held out my arms to him and he joined me.  I knew that he was a
virgin, yet he had wonderful instincts.  He complimented me on the black
lingerie and matching heels I had chosen.  He noticed I'd changed my hair
and makeup.  He took his time to explore me, not even rushing to remove my
intimate apparel.  When I was naked, he didn't rush, which must have been
difficult.  I know he was eager because a certain part of his anatomy
betrayed him.  Still, he maintained his composure and looked after me
before worrying about his own needs.

   After about 30 minutes of foreplay many men could have taken lessons
from, Kirsten was a very happy lady.

   My son proved to be a chip off the old block when it came to lovemaking.
He was very much his father's son, in fact, he might have even surpassed
Johnny, although I wasn't about to tell either of them about that.  Men's
egos are so fragile, y'know?  Instead, I let my son run the gamut of sexual
experimentation.  I knew he had been a virgin before this very evening and
only something with my breadth of experience would have suspected
otherwise. Rudy was still a little rough around the edges.  A few more
weeks under his belt would round them out.

   They did that and much, much more!  His weary mommy was starting to
wonder if she'd get worn out, between Rudy's dad, Rudy himself and a few
other people I was screwing when I had the chance, I couldn't walk
straight. I would look at my daughter Tessa and wonder how much my little
girl had figured out.  Did she know the score?  I sure as hell hoped so,
because I couldn't wait much longer for her to grow up and take some of
these lovers off of my plate and on to hers.

   I must have done a good job with my oldest child because he soon became
more accomplished than his father.  Johnny's interest in me waned and that
bothered me for a time, but Rudy's cock more than did the job.  I also
found myself a lot more girlfriends and several of my "lunches" were spent
between the thighs of a beautiful woman or younger girl - and sometimes,
both.

   Rudy scored himself a very sexy university professor named Christine.

   She was a busty, statuesque redhead who liked younger cock and pussy -
not always in that order.  A few months later, Rudy got the surprise of his
life when Christine brought him a little gift - her 15-year old daughter,
Chandler.  Rudy told me over the phone that watching mother and daughter
get it on was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and he'd feed both
of them huge loads of his spunk.  I wished I could have been there and I
was so eager to see Tessie fuck her daddy and then show her what mommy
could do for her.

   Only what I expected to happen - didn't.

   Tessa had known of our family plans since the age of 11.  She had asked
several questions and I answered them openly and honestly.  She knew that
her parents slept with other people and that her mommy loved sex with
girls, including much younger girls.  She was almost chomping at the bit
for her daddy to fuck her and when she turned 13, I nearly gave in and let
her go through with it.  I didn't and I wonder if I made a mistake.

   You see, something happened in the last year and I really don't know how
to explain it to anyone.  My loving husband, who should have been thrilled
at the chance to be with his daughter, was as far from that emotion as he
could be.  He let it be known, in no uncertain terms, that he wasn't going
to participate.  No amount of cajoling on Tessie's part and no amount of
persuasion on mine and NO pleading from the two of us combined was going to
make him change his mind.  He remained rock-solid in his reserve, stoic to
the end.  It drove a wedge between us because he had known of my intentions
from the very beginning.  He had lived the lifestyle up until this time, he
had been with the sexy daughters of our friends.  I called him a hypocrite.
He responded by moving out of the house and ending communication with
Tessie, myself and our son.  The only way I will give him any credit is
that he continued to pay all of the bills as if he was still living here.

   Our daughter was devastated, far beyond that, if truth be told.  She was
despondent for a time and didn't even want to go to school.  I allowed that
as she is a gifted student and far ahead of her classmates.  There weren't
too many months in the school year anyway.

   She told me that she didn't want to go and look at all those sexy girls
and boys and feel urges that she couldn't act on.  She had wanted her daddy
to give her the first fucking of her life so that she could go out into the
world and explore her sexuality.  I laughed because Tessie is very much her
mother's daughter.

   She also possesses my looks, long blonde hair and slender figure,
although Tessie is a few inches taller than I with a bit more "up top". 
Her skin is a bit darker as well, giving her a perpetually-suntanned look.
I've heard some comment that she dyes her hair, she doesn't - not that
anyone would know if they "checked".  She is a blend of her father's looks
and my own, although far closer to mommy in temperament.

   "You don't have to learn about sex from daddy," I explained to a
distraught Tessie.  "There are other options open to you."

   "I-I don't understand, mommy," she said, trying hard not to start
crying. Whatever it took, I knew that I was not going to let my darling
daughter remain a virgin too much longer.

   I explained it in simple terms.  "The options I was considering would
still allow you to get a sexual education and keep it in the family and
behind closed doors.  The first option is Rudy.  I can confirm that your
brother is a wonderful lover and if we ask him, I'm certain he'd be willing
to pass along his experience to you." Actually, I wasn't as sure of that as
I said to Tessie.  Rudy was busy with his own social life and even intimacy
between us had waned.  Still, I knew how much he adored his kid sister and
was sure that he could be persuaded, if need be.

   "Oooh, I never even thought of Rudy, mommy!" Tessie said as her mood
visibly brightened.  "Okay, now we're brainstorming!  What's the other
option?"

   Being the forward and slutty bitch that I am, I made my move.  I placed
my hands on either side of Tessie's face and inserted my tongue in her
mouth, kissing her with a passionate heat.  "Me," I smiled as I moved away
from her.  "Mommy is your other option."

   "Oooooh," she sighed dreamily as her eyes closed and slowly reopened.

   "I think I like that option, mommy.  Kiss me again!" She commanded me.
It was a command I was eager to obey.  When I kissed Tessie a second time,
she kissed me back and it was my turn to be surprised.  It was clearly not
her first time kissing another girl!

   "Tessie, when did you ...?" I asked my gorgeous little baby girl.

   "Slumber parties mommy, lots of them, remember?" She giggled.  I did
remember, Tessie got invited to almost every slumber party in her class.  I
used to think it was because I always sent along some home-baked goodie,
but now I wondered if it was for a different reason.  Tessie smiled as she
went over to her favorite chair and sat down.  She crossed her
impossibly-long legs and flashed me the coyest of smiles that let me know
she would not be answering my unspoken question.

   Where she had brightened only moments before, I now saw a look of
disappointment in my daughter's beautiful eyes.  I wasn't having that after
having lifted her spirits.  "What's wrong, darling?" I asked her with
concern.

   "Part of my plan was to dress up for daddy, to look really hot for him,"
she sighed again.  "I wanted to get some new outfits and seduce him and
now, that plan is ruined."

   "Is that all?" I laughed.  "Well my love, don't you worry about that.

   I still have lots of money left on my credit limit and mommy can tell
you, we bi-sexual women like a bit of eye candy just as much, if not more,
than any straight man.  We know how much work took into getting the look
just right.  So you do whatever you need, buy whatever you need to buy and
leave the rest up to mommy."

   My daughter kissed me one more time, although this time it was only a
fleeting little peck with the barest hint of tongue.  A promissory note, if
you will.  She was much too excited about her upcoming big event to waste a
moment more, so she ran upstairs with a loud squeal, slamming her bedroom
door behind her.  I wondered if she was going to call any of her friends.
Did she have confidantes, as I had when I was her age?  Her only cousins
here were on Johnny's side of the family, the rest of her family - my
family - was overseas.  Of course, once "the deed" had been done, I could
easily rectify that.  I shivered at the thought of introducing Tessie to a
whole new world.  My lesbian experiences had been the most satisfying of my
life, far outweighing my heterosexual ones or my threesomes.  I found the
most wonderful sensuality in the arms of sexy women and girls.  Girls
Tessie's age had a marvelous quality to them, they still had innocence in
their approach to sex and yet, they could easily morph into lewd, depraved
little vixens who knew what a short skirt and the right pair of heels could
accomplish.  I had seen little signs of that in Tessie, the way she walked
around her classmates and the impish sparkle in her eyes whenever we would
discuss a sex question.

   I called Tessie's home room teacher and let her know that Tessie would
be out of school for the rest of the week.  Miss Hilton was very
sympathetic and sounded quite nice over the phone.  She asked if my
daughter was distraught over her father and I separating.  "Not anymore," I
said to her, thanking her for her concern.  "She's going to get a bit of a
makeover because we'll be celebrating a special occasion later this week."

   "She doesn't need much of one, she's naturally one of the prettiest
girls I've ever seen," Miss Hilton said.  I'd heard Tessie praise her
teacher so many times, I wondered if perhaps she harbored a small crush on
the novice teacher.  Now, I wondered if it might be reciprocated?  I
decided to test the waters and perhaps, give my daughter yet another
birthday surprise.

   "Miss Hilton ..."

   "Cherry."

   "Ooohh, cute name, I thought to myself.  "Cherry, we're having a little
birthday bash for Tessie next weekend.  If it wouldn't violate protocol,
I'd like to invite you if you would be interested in coming?" I put a
little extra stress on that last word, feeling impish and playful and, I
will confess, a bit horny.  Cherry Hilton had the sexiest, husky voice with
a trace of an accent.

   "It would violate protocol, but honestly ...  it wouldn't be my first
time," she teased back.  I liked her already.  "I mean, honestly ...  who
gives a fuck?" she dropped her voice at the last word.  "Would you like me
to bring anything ...  a gift for the hostess or for Tessie?"

   I had several answers, but all of them were rather lewd.  I didn't want
to tip my hand too soon.  "That will be fine, just bring your own sweet
self - oh, and a suit.  We have a large swimming pool and I've decided to
have a pool party." I had just decided it there and then, hoping to see
Miss Hilton and some of Tessie's sexy friends in skimpy bikinis.  I hoped
that both Cherry Hilton and myself could further my daughter's education.
She thanked me for the invitation and by the time I hung up the phone, I
was trembling.  I didn't even know what the bitch looked like and I wanted
her.  All I knew was the information I had garnered from Tessie - she was
only 24, it was her first year of teaching, she was popular with the kids,
she was pretty, she had a nice smile ...

   My teasing little daughter was very sneaky over the next few days.  She
didn't let me in on any of her plans.  In a way, our special day together
was to be as full of surprises for me as it was for her.  I had given birth
to a very crafty little girl and was grateful I hadn't birthed twins.  I
likely would have had gray hair by now.

   I got home from work early on Friday and made my own plans.  I had
arranged everything, taking great pains to keep Tessie in the dark.  I had
my suitcase packed the night before and all I had to do was to write Tessie
a note and leave some money beside it on the small table at our
entranceway. She knew to always look there in case I'd left her a note.

   I hailed a taxi and flirted shamelessly with the driver, an attractive
middle-Eastern girl.  She refused a tip but did accept my number.  Once in
the hotel, I did a check to make sure all was taken care of and it was. 
All that was left was to wait for Tessie to arrive.  My poor heart was
doing flip-flops for over an hour, but when she entered the room, I almost
fainted.

   This girl, the one who entered the room we were sharing, she did not
look like my lovely, fourteen-year old daughter.  The girl who entered
looked like a 21-year old porn star.  Her top was gauzy black lace and she
had on hoop earrings and sexy eye makeup.  Her hair, usually long, blonde
and straight, was a shade lighter and wavy.  Her skirt was black leather,
hugging her perfect bottom and just showing a black lace thong.  She had a
few pairs of heels already, but these were new - classic black stilettos
with the silver tip.  Her lips were painted a shiny pink and her walk was
sassy and filled with confidence.  "What do you think, mommy?" She grinned.
"Do I look good enough to fuck?" The bold little twat shook me to the core,
but I was not about to be one-upped by my own daughter.

   "What do you think, bitch?" I walked across to where she was standing,
playing along with her game for a moment.  I pulled her to me for a deep,
mother-daughter kiss and slid one of my fingers under her skirt and thong
and into her pussy - now shaved clean as a whistle.  I crooked my finger
ever-so slightly and fingered her pussy.

   Once I removed it, I boldly licked it clean in front of her.  "A preview
of the night yet to cum," I teased her.  She let out a plaintive wail and I
knew things would be fine between us.  Neither of us was at all nervous. 
Why should we have been?  We both wanted it and it was going to be an act
of love and passion.  There wasn't a single thing to be nervous about.

   "Oh God mommy, look at you!" Tessie said as she looked at me with fresh
eyes.  "I knew I had a gorgeous mommy, the hottest of all of my friends but
- WOW!"

   I almost felt like a kid again myself.  I was thrilled at Tessie's
praise because I had gone all out.  I was in a full-length evening gown,
black and tight, accentuating my body in every way possible.  It had a long
slit up one side and was cut low in the back.  There was a long slit up the
side and I had chosen the sexiest black silk stockings I owned.  Like
Tessie, I'd had my hair styled and every strand was perfectly placed.  I'd
worn the pair of diamond earrings she (by earning money since she was 10 by
various chores and part-time jobs) had given me last year when she was 13.
I was also in heels, a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes Tessie had spotted when we
went shopping last month and thought would look good on me.  She was right
- they did.  If Tessie looked as sexy as a porn star, her mommy looked like
a high-class call girl.  We were on the same wavelength and hadn't even
started yet.

   We didn't rush, although I could tell that Tessie was eager for us to
start.  I insisted that we make the evening special, so we ate a sumptuous
dinner and had champagne and talked.  I learned of my daughter's fantasies
and more about her as a person than I had known in years.  We snuggled
together on the bed with her head in my lap and talked about the future.  I
had never really known how Tessie felt about me as a person and not just
her mom.  I was surprised by her admiration and stunned by her desire. 
Making love to her mommy had been on her mind for some time.  Once that
little revelation slipped out, I decided that we should waste no more time.

   I took my daughter's lips and placed mine on them, kissing her sweetly,
insinuating my tongue between her lips and dancing around in her mouth. 
With another hand, I started to remove her garb, making sure to spend
lingering moments on the flesh I was making naked.  With every kiss or
caress, Tessie would emit these breathy little sounds.  I don't even know
if she realized that she was doing it, but they were so very sexy.

   I marveled at the smoothness of her skin and how delicate and beautiful
she was.  Tessie is in wonderful condition and very athletic, yet she still
remained smooth and supple.  The scent of her perfume mixed in with her
natural aroma was giving me a sexual high.  I loved tasting her and I had
not yet even touched a nipple or her sweet spot.  That was about to change.

   I made the nipples my first priority, seeing them stiffen into hard
little pegs.  Next, I worked my way down her smooth, beautiful tummy and to
the golden "vee" between her thighs.  Tessie trims, but she does keep a
tiny patch down there.  I parted it with my fingers and began to laplaplap
and likliklik at her pussy and her clit.  The taste of her was beyond any
of my expectations and she clamped her thighs together to hold me there -
as if I wanted to be anywhere else!  I was incensed with the lust I felt
for my little girl, far beyond any desire I'd had for anyone - my family,
her father, her brother.  The forbidden dual kink of lesbian sex and incest
had me gripped tightly and I felt every lurid pleasure I had ever known
eclipsed as I gorged on my daughter's pussy.

   "Mommy, oh GOD Mommy, let me, let meeee!!" Tessie wailed and I knew I
could deny her nothing.  I moved away from her and with shaky hands, she
undressed me.  Hands far less experienced than mine touched my skin, my
breasts and body and yet, I felt as if I was on fire.  We tumbled back
together on the bed and kissed heatedly, embracing with a new fervor.  I
moved my daughter into the classic sixty-nine position and was about to
give her instructions as to what to do.  There was no need, she had done
her "homework".  An eager young mouth began to feast on my pussy and I told
Tessie that she was a talented little slut.  That elicited a hearty giggle.
"I sure am, mommy," Tessie told me.  "I'm your slut and I always will be!"
She went back to the task at hand and I felt a surge of emotion and desire.
I had brought my daughter to the place I wanted her to be, free to express
herself in any way she so chose to do.  That we were so in sync thrilled me
to bits and I expressed those emotions through some of the most skilled
lovemaking I had ever performed.  My entire focus was on making Tessie cum
and from the muffled shrieks she was making in my own needy cunt, I think I
was succeeding.  She herself was already proving to be an adept little
fuckstress, her fingers thrusting in and out of my horny pussy like a
piston.  She sensed that mommy was a durable slut and gave me a solid
fucking as well as a licking.  When the pair of us broke apart, I'd enjoyed
several orgasms and I know that Tessie had as well.

   It was still early, so I told Tessie that the night was hers to do
however she pleased.  She wanted to drink some more and in a quiet little
voice, she asked if I had brought along any toys.  I told her that I had
and she insisted that she wanted to give me her full virginity.  My naughty
little girl got her first fuck in the pussy with her mommy's strap-on and
the bold little twat even told me she wants to take it in her ass before
long.  We finished up the evening with a very sensual bath together and she
snuggled in my arms and fell asleep soon after.

   Rudy is coming home next week and I've suggested to Tessie that she try
him out, although she's not sure.  We've had sex dozens of times since that
first night together and Tessie thinks that she might like girls
exclusively.  Fine with me, I only want her to be happy, although I've
suggested that she give it some thought.  Why limit her options?  Either
way, there will be plenty to keep her busy.  Rudy's bringing his "friends"
with him and the pool party is scheduled for this weekend.  Tessie has a
lot of lessons left ahead of her and I'm positive that she will enjoy each
and every one.

   I've talked with Jamie on the phone a great deal since she revealed to
me - I won't say how I wormed it out of her - that she has been training
her daughter.  We're both perverted whores, I can admit to that.  A
daughter-swap has been suggested, we're both playing it cool to make sure
our daughters are up for it.  I haven't told Jamie all of the secrets I
have in mind.  A girl has to have some little secrets when she is hosting
clandestine sex parties, right?