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Original posting date:
Tuesday AM, April 13, 1999

Three Women, Two Relationships, One Taboo (FF, Ff, FFf, inc, cons)

by silent killer

If it is not legal for you to read pornography, do not view this file. If you're not sure, or if you're under 21, do not view this file. If you are morally opposed to pornography, do not view this file. If you are incapable of separating fact from fiction, do not read this file. If you incorrectly believe that fantasies are equal to real acts, do not read this file.

Disclaimer: This story is somewhat similar to another story called "The Sappho Experiment." I do not know the author's name, but her(his?) story inspired me to write this one.

Two women were having a discussion over coffee in a suburban kitchen. One was Shelley, a woman of late middle age with short, layered black hair, a stout and buxom figure, and hands toughened by years of work, wearing a sweatsuit and sneakers. The other was Lisa, a slender young woman dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, barefoot, with shoulder-length black hair, several silver rings in her ears and on her fingers, and an impish, gap-toothed grin. Her smallish, braless breasts pushed out at the fabric of her shirt, and the muscles in her forearms rippled as she made grand gestures while speaking. The two women, mother and daughter, were obviously quite at ease in each other's presence, laughing heartily and listening carefully. The difference between this and so many other suburban scenes was twofold: first, Lisa is an "out" lesbian; second, Shelley was about to ask her daughter an unusual question -- a question not often heard in mother-daughter conversations.
Shelley didn't take it too badly when Lisa came out of the closet in the 80s; Lisa wasn't too upset when Shelley finally divorced her husband, Lisa's father; and in the early 90s Shelley was thrilled to hear that she would have a granddaughter through the magic of artificial insemination. The two had a history of sharing personal information, but even so, the question that Shelley was asking Lisa here and now in 1999 was still unthinkable, at least to Lisa.
"You want to WHAT?" Lisa blurted, mouth open, eyes wide.
"Jesus, Lisa, calm down," Shelley said, laughing. "It's not like you haven't done this before."
"I know, Mom, but -- my God, after all these years, you're telling me that you have a crush on Belinda -- and you want to ... to ... ACT on it?"
Belinda was Shelley's best friend and it would have been easy for any outsider to see why Shelley was having feelings for her. Belinda was tall, lithe, sparkling, tanned, and gorgeous. Shelley had been friends with Belinda for years -- since Lisa's childhood.
"Well, Lisa, I thought you could give me some advice, here. You ARE the lesbian of the family, after all."
Both women laughed at that. It was true, Lisa was the only openly gay person in the whole family. Her cousin Paula was a lesbian, and her elderly great-uncle Jonathan was gay too, but both relatives were deeply in the closet, especially Uncle Jonathan who had been married to the same devout Baptist woman for decades.
"God, Mom, it's still a shock, though, you know? To have your own Mom ask you about this stuff!"
"Don't you remember when you asked ME about this stuff?"
Lisa was taken aback for a second. "Actually, I forgot!"
"I remember the day well ... I had just caught you and little Linda Aaron from down the street playing grab-ass in the basement, and I sent her home and gave you a little talk about the birds and the bees."
"You mean, the birds and the birds."
Shelley smiled at her daughter. "Yes, exactly. Do you remember what I told you?"
"God, Mom, you practically told me how to be a lesbian!"
"Oh please! All I did was tell you what adult lesbians did in bed. Oh, it was so funny, watching your face turn pink! And the way you kept wiggling around!"
"It was embarrassing!"
"Oh, come on, Lisa! Don't tell me you didn't go try it out with Linda first chance you got!"
Lisa's sudden guilty expression caused her mother to burst into laughter. Unable to help herself, Lisa joined in. Soon both women were wiping tears from their eyes and struggling to stop giggling.
"OK, OK, so I did run out and try it all. It's your fault, though!"
"Well ... I wanted to make sure that was what you wanted. I mean, let's say you did go through with it and you hated it. Then you'd know, right?"
"That's kind of a bizarre way to teach your kids about sex!"
"It worked, didn't it?"
"Would you have given me similar advice if Linda had been a BOY?"
"No, of course not. Boys can get you pregnant, girls can't."
"Hey Mom, don't let May-May hear you say that."
May-May was Lisa's pet name for May, her beautiful eight-year-old daughter. May-May knew and understood that she was the product of artificial insemination.
"You know what I mean, Lisa."
Lisa shrugged. "Well, OK. I guess it all worked out in the end."
They both sipped their coffee for a moment, then Shelley said: "So, about my question ..."
Lisa snorted, then giggled and shook her head. Shelley chuckled a bit too, but reached over and laid her hand on her daughter's arm. "Seriously, Lisa. I'm interested. What do I do?"
Just then Lisa got a very weird feeling, as if her own mother was coming on to HER, instead of talking about Belinda. A warm tingle trickled through her loins as she struggled to recover from the naughty thought.
"Uh, well ... that's a good question, Mom. Uh, maybe you should just be forthright with her?"
"Well, that's not very romantic, is it?" Shelley said, pursing her lips. "Besides, if I just came out and -- and TOLD her, Belinda would probably just tell me it was OK and then ignore it like she does with all the men who chase her!"
"So you think you need to, sort of, uh ... "
"I want to seduce her," Shelley stated flatly.
"Oh Jesus, Mom. This is too much."
"Look, if this was a man we were talking about, would this be so uncomfortable? I haven't been on a date in thirty years, and I haven't been romantic for God only knows how long." Shelley's face turned into a mask of despair. "I don't know what to do anymore, especially with someone like Belinda. Don't you have any advice at all, Lisa?"
Lisa gritted her teeth and looked at her hands. Her mom was asking her how to seduce another woman. This was just too weird, especially the reference to her absent father, who had been a good provider but a distant and unfeeling husband and father. The not-too-surprising revelation that her mother had not known romance for years was adding to Lisa's emotional confusion.
Lisa sighed. "Well Mom, you ought to start by going out together, just the two of you, and doing something you've never done before."
Shelley's brow wrinkled. "Uh, what exactly do you mean?"
"No, no, nothing like that. At least, not yet." Lisa managed a grin. "What I meant was, you should share something new together, like, uh ... something you've never done together before. Like mountain climbing or whitewater rafting."
Now Shelley was very confused. "Why?"
"So you can share something special, you know? So you have something special between you that wasn't there before, so there's a certain kind of intimacy." Lisa shrugged. "Understand?"
Shelley nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, sure. Then what?"
"OK, let's take mountain climbing for an example. Go climbing a mountain with her and then camp out together at the top of the mountain or whatever. Cook over the fire, tell stories, you know, admit your darkest secrets. Except for your crush on her, don't admit that."
"Why not?"
"Because then it makes the whole weekend seem like a plot to seduce her, and it is in a way, but you probably want to avoid that impression."
"OK. Well when do I tell her?"
"You never tell her. You just make a move. If you're successful, then you tell her about the crush after your, uh ..."
"Postcoital afterglow?" Shelley ventured. Both women giggled.
"Sure, yeah, Mom. Exactly."
"OK. How do I make a move?"
"God, Mom ... well, there are the time-honored traditions ... offer to give her a backrub, for instance."
"What else?"
"You could always play strip poker."
"Oh please, Lisa!"
"OK, I guess that's a bad idea. Uh, the backrub is all I can think of right now."
"OK, well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. So what should I wear? How should I act?"
"What? I don't know ... just wear what you normally wear. Act normal. That's why Belinda's your friend, isn't it? Don't change."
"Shouldn't I wear something, I don't know, seductive?"
"How can you wear something seductive while hiking? What, you're gonna hike the trail in heels and hose?"
"Well, I don't know!" Shelley's gaze dropped down to Lisa's chest and stayed there. "Hmph, I guess I could go braless!"
Lisa looked down at herself, then at her mom's much larger chest. "Uh, that wouldn't work for you, Mom. You would definitely need a sports bra when hiking."
"It's not fair that you get to go braless," Shelley pouted humorously. "You wouldn't believe what I'd give to have boobs like yours."
"Oh please, Mom," Lisa said, gesturing dismissively. "Every flat-chested woman wants big breasts, and every big-breasted woman wants small breasts. That just proves that neither one is inherently better."
"So you want big boobs?" Shelley asked.
"Nope, I like mine the way they are," Lisa said demurely, pulling her T-shirt's neck out so she could look down at her breasts. "Yep, I like them."
"No fair, let me see!" Shelley said jokingly.
"There really isn't anything to see," Lisa replied distractedly, still staring down her own shirt, not really thinking about her mother's odd request.
"I remember when you actually were flat-chested. You practically grew those things overnight. And they were so perfect, too."
"Perfect? They're hardly perfect. One's bigger than the other."
"Oh please, they look fine."
"Well, if you could see them you'd see the difference."
"Well, let's see them then."
"God, Mom ... " Lisa shook her head, but reached down and lifted up the hem of her shirt to her neck, exposing her breasts. They were small, palm-sized, slightly sagging, with large nipples and pale pink aureolae. And true to Lisa's word, the left one was indeed slightly larger than the right one and sagged a bit more.
Nonetheless, Shelley indignantly insisted: "See? They're perfect!"
"Look at the left one," Lisa muttered, blushing. It had just occurred to her that she was exposing her breasts to her own mother.
"What?"
"It's sagging!"
"Oh, hardly. Just lift it a bit like this --" Shelley reached across the kitchen table and lifted her daughter's breast with her fingertips.
Lisa yanked her shirt down and pulled back from her mother's touch. "MOM!" she yelled in disbelief. "What are you DOING?"
"God, just trying to make a point, that's all. I'm sorry! Sorry!"
Lisa could see that her mother was hurt by her outburst, so she scooted forward and held her mom's hand. "Sorry for overreacting. It was just weird. Especially, you know, since we were just discussing, like, ways to make moves and all."
Shelley squinted and pretended to be thoughtful. "Hmm, that's not a bad idea. I could ask Belinda if her breasts are lopsided, and then who knows what will happen?"
Both women burst into giggles.
"What's so funny in here?" little May-May said suddenly from the kitchen doorway. "I'm all the way upstairs and all I can hear is you two laughing!"
May-May was a very precocious eight-year-old. She was at that stage where she would adopt a stern adult tone when talking to actual adults, which of course gave most of those adults great amusement. Lisa and Shelley looked back at the girl and just kept on laughing. Lisa caught her mother's eye and Shelley winked. The discussion was over ... for now.

Later that day, Shelley was out in the fenced backyard sunbathing while May-May played in the grass nearby. Lisa was upstairs in the house trying to sew a quilt. She was seated right next to a big picture window in her mother's bedroom where she could look out and see her mom and her daughter.
Shelley was wearing a skimpy two-piece that squeezed her sizable breasts together into formidable cleavage. It also generously displayed her broad hips, thick thighs, and rounded stomach. The narrow triangle of material hardly covered her mother's prominent crotch, providing evidence that her mother shaved her pubic hair.
Lisa remembered the last time she had shaved her own pubic hair. She was going out on a date with a woman who had a reputation for being "wild" and she wanted to be ready for anything. She had shaved her labia smooth and clean, leaving only a modest patch at the top, but had been interrupted by May-May, six years old at the time, who was coming in to the bathroom to pee. Of course, May-May wanted to know why Mommy was cutting off all her hair, and Mommy just had to explain in somewhat vague terms that sometimes adults thought it felt better. Remembering this made Lisa realize that her own mother would have told her outright that shaving the pubic hair made oral sex easier and was considered to be more attractive by some people.
Shelley had, in fact, been much more open about sex and sexuality with Lisa than Lisa had been with May-May.
When her mother reached down to adjust her bikini bottoms, Lisa noticed that she quickly ran one finger up and down underneath the fabric, as if gently masturbating for a moment. This reminded Lisa that Shelley had even taught her how to do that, or at least had explained it verbally and told her that it was OK to do. The few times that Lisa had found May-May playing with herself, she had not scolded the child, but she hadn't said anything else, either, quickly excusing herself from the room and then feeling hugely guilty about being ashamed of her daughter's young sexuality. Why couldn't she just be as open with May-May as Shelley had been with her?
She glanced back down at the scene outside. To her surprise, her mother now had three fingers under the top edge of her bikini bottoms and was quite obviously rubbing herself to orgasm. May-May was in a distant corner of the yard, facing away from her grandmother and completely oblivious.
Lisa leaned back in her chair and allowed the sewing materials to fall to the floor. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down a bit so that her hand could slip easily underneath her panties and caress her own damp core. She propped her feet up on the windowsill and spread her knees apart, being careful not to tilt so far back that she would lose sight of her mother on the patio below.
Using only three fingers, just as her mother was doing, Lisa slowly masturbated, completely enthralled by the scene outside. Watching her own mother masturbate and matching her actions made her feel so delightfully filthy and naughty. It reminded her of the conversation earlier that day, when Shelley had touched her and said that she was "interested," and Lisa had for a brief, thrilling moment, thought that her mother was talking about her.
This thought was enough to push Lisa beyond the bounds of decorum. She quickly stood up, shoved her pants and panties down to her ankles, kicked them off and then sat back down in the chair. She planted her callused feet in the corners of the wide window so that her legs were spread quite wide. With one hand she rubbed her inner thighs, abdomen, and breasts; with the other hand she massaged and tweaked her clitories, pulling on it with a rhythm that she knew from experience would soon bring her to orgasm.
Below her on the patio, Shelley was not interested in having a full-on orgasm. She was still gently stroking herself, interested only in experiencing that warm tingle that inevitably accompanied any genital stimulation. Every now and then she would open one eye to make sure that May-May was not watching, but beyond that she was totally in her own world, enjoying the combined sensations of sun on her torso, sweat coursing across her curves, the breeze cooling her skin and erecting her nipples, and her diligent fingers repeatedly pushing her button. More than once, she wondered what she would do if Lisa came outside, but every time this occurred to her she would dismiss it with a sudden, brazen thought: I don't care if she sees me; in fact, I would enjoy it.
Upstairs, Lisa was cumming hard. Her toes were curling and her shoulders shaking. She was hyperventilating and compulsively nodding her head, as she always did when she came. It seemed like her whole body would curl inwards then push outwards with each wave of orgasm. A wet spot slowly spread on the chair underneath Lisa's hips. When at last she was satiated, she stood up and pressed herself against the window, naked from the waist down, staring down at her mother and daughter, hoping that one of them would glance upstairs. Neither did -- May-May continued playing an imaginary game in the shade of the big willow at the edge of the backyard and Shelley continued to slowly stimulate herself on the patio.
Lisa's last thought before putting her pants back on and cleaning up her mess was that she really ought to shave her pubic hair again.

A few days later, Lisa was getting out of the shower when she remembered her idea to shave herself. She filled the sink with warm water and found her razor and shaving cream, then sat on the toilet and started trimming the longish pubic hair with a pair of small scissors.
As she was rubbing the shaving cream across her freshly cut stubble, May-May walked into the bathroom. Lisa flinched and blinked, but resolved to act naturally towards her precocious daughter.
"Whatcha doing?" May-May asked.
"I'm shaving my -- my vagina," Lisa managed to say.
"Why?"
"So it will be nice and smooth like yours."
"Why?"
"Because ... it feels better that way."
"Why?"
"May-May!" Lisa blurted, and then remembered her resolve to be more open with her daughter. "It feels better when ... people kiss you there, because there's no hair there."
Her daughter considered this for a moment and watched Lisa start to shave off the stubble. Then she asked, "So are you going to shave your head too?"
"No, silly. The hair on my head is softer and nicer than the hair down there."
"So when you grow hair down there, it's bad?"
"No, it's not bad ... it's just a little rough, and some people would rather not have any when they ... touch down there, or ..."
"Because it feels better?"
"Yes."
"Mommy, I don't have any hair on my vagina," May-May announced brightly.
"Yes, dear, I know."
"See?" The little girl pushed down her shorts and panties and exposed her puffy, hairless labia to her mother.
"I see honey, that's very nice." Lisa was starting to get very uncomfortable. She returned her full attention to shaving herself.
"Is someone going to kiss you down there, Mommy?"
"Oh ... uh ... I'm sure somebody will, Lisa."
"Will you kiss me down there?"
"Oh! May-May! Uh ..." Lisa was dizzy. This had gone much too far and much too fast. "Not yet, OK? Mommy's busy."
In her most plaintive voice, May-May asked, "When are you gonna be done? I have to pee."
"In just a minute, honey. I have to make sure all the hair is gone. Why don't you soak one of the washcloths in that warm water in the sink for me?"
May-May, still naked from the waist down, dunked a washcloth in the sink and then handed it to her mother. She watched as Lisa squeezed the cloth so that warm water trickled down her abdomen and across her crotch, washing the shaving cream and loose hair away. Lisa then wiped her vagina thoroughly, removing all traces of shaving debris, and then spread her legs a bit wider to admire her work.
"Mommy, you look just like me!" May-May discovered.
Lisa looked up to see her daughter staring directly at her freshly shaven cunt while idly rubbing her tiny clit at the same time. Lisa's hand started copying May-May's actions on Lisa's own labia, almost as if the hand had a mind of its own. Mother and daughter masturbated together for a few seconds, then Lisa suddenly realized what was going on.
"OK, honey, you can pee now," Lisa said, a little flustered. She stood up from the toilet, feeling relieved that the tension was broken but strangely guilty for interrupting the intimate moment.
May-May sat down with her legs closed, but this suddenly seemed wrong to Lisa, who was suddenly very concerned that her daughter might not feel comfortable sexually. "Open your legs so Mommy can see," she whispered. Her daugher obeyed, and soon Lisa could see the thin trickle of urine hissing out of May-May's tiny little crack.
As soon as May-May finished, Lisa leaned over and kissed her daughter. "I love you, May," she said.
"I love you too, Mommy," May said as she wiped herself clean. "Do you want to kiss me down there now?"
Quickly, without dwelling on it, Lisa leaned over and planted a brief, dry kiss on the top of her daughter's genitals. There was a faint taste and odor of urine, which was strangely not unpleasant.
"Is it better without the hair?" May-May wanted to know.
"Yes, honey, of course."
May stood up and hugged her mother. Lisa hugged her back but twitched with surprise when May kissed Lisa's freshly shaven pudenda. The girl then released her mother from her embrace and pulled her pants back on.
"I guess it's good without the hair," May said brightly. "It's like kissing your face or something." Then she exited the bathroom.
A shaken, excited Lisa went directly to her bedroom, shut and locked the door, then masturbated herself to orgasm twice, thinking about the strange and wonderful incident which had just occurred.

About a week later, Lisa dropped May off at her gymnastics class and then went to see her mother.
She found Shelley sunbathing outside with Belinda. The two women could not have been more different in appearance -- the somewhat chubby, large-breasted figure of 5'3" Shelley was the polar opposite of the slender, elongated form of 5'10" Belinda, and yet the two women seemed to amplify each other's assets by being close together.
Lisa noticed that both women had finished off a few beers and were laying on their chests with their tops undone. Shelley's breasts were visibly squashed under her ribs and bulging out at the sides, while Belinda's breasts, which were even smaller than Lisa's, were not to be seen. The women were laughing loudly as Lisa made her presence known.
"Oh, hello Lisa," Belinda managed to say after catching her breath.
"Hi honey!" Shelley chirped, raising herself up on her elbows and thus exposing her sizable breasts to full view. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Uh ..." Lisa was distracted by the sight of her mother's pink aureolae and large, perky nipples. She was grateful for her sunglasses which hid her staring, lustful eyes. "Uh, I just dropped May off at her gymnastics class ... I just wanted to say hi and ask how things were going."
"Just great, just great," Shelley said sweetly, reaching down and grabbing a half-full beer. "Belinda and I have been sunbathing and discussing girly things." She took a long drink, finishing the remains of the beer.
"Yes, naughty girl things," Belinda added, giggling again.
"Not in front of tender ears!" Shelley said in a mock-chastising tone.
Lisa crossed her arms. "Oh, please. Well, I'm going inside and getting a drink. Maybe I can catch up with you two lusty lushes."
"Oh, I doubt that," Belinda said. "I'm just about out there, I think."
Shelley guffawed, then reached under herself and wiped the sweat from between her breasts, a very sexy action with an effect on both Belinda and Lisa. "Bring me a beer too, honey," she said to her dumbfounded daughter.
"Why don't you come sunbathe with us?" Belinda yelled as Lisa went inside the house. Shelley explained that Lisa was very concerned about ozone depletion and skin cancer and Belinda half-shrugged. Shelley sat up and stretched, making sure that Belinda could see her heavy breasts, then said that she was going inside for a minute. Belinda watched her friend as she sauntered away.
Lisa pulled two beers out of the fridge. When she closed the door and turned around, she nearly ran smack dab into her mother's chest.
"Jesus, Mom!" Lisa exclaimed, almost dropping one of the beers. She handed a bottle to Shelley. "Moving kind of fast, aren't you?"
Shelley grinned, popped the top off the beer and took a long swallow. "It was her idea!" she said gleefully. "I couldn't say no!" Then she rubbed the cold beer bottle across her forehead, then her neck, then her breasts.
"Jesus, Mom!" Lisa repeated. "Getting a little horny, are you?"
"Maybe," Shelley answered a bit defensively. "Who knows what will happen? And to think I owe it all to you." She put the beer down and quickly hugged her daughter.
Lisa was unable to react for a moment, strongly conscious of the fact that her mother's breasts were pressed firmly against hers, with only the thin fabric of Lisa's T-shirt separating them. Shelley shifted a bit in the embrace and Lisa felt their nipples brush together. After only a moment of hesitation, she returned her mother's hug. "Well, you deserve to be happy, Mom," she said lamely.
"Thanks, babe," Shelley replied, moving her face in front of her daughter's. "I love you."
Lisa started to respond in kind but was silenced by her mother's kiss. It was much longer and stronger than it should have been, in terms of normal mother-daughter kisses, but it wasn't completely inappropriate. It was just powerful enough to thoroughly confuse Lisa while making her dizzy with desire at the same time.
"Uh ... I love you too, Mom," she blurted when her mom moved away. Shelley smiled, pecked her daughter on the lips briefly, then grabbed her beer and went back outside.
Lisa watched out the window as Shelley sat back down on her chair, this time laying on her back so that her front was exposed to the sun. Belinda turned over too and Lisa noticed that her mother was now staring openly at Belinda's body. Belinda started chatting and soon the two women were caught up in another conversation punctuated with wild gestures and laughter.
Lisa shook her head. Her mother was really feeling some kind of middle-age crisis, she thought. This sudden lust for lesbianism, this flirting with her own daughter ... what other explanation could there be?
She went upstairs, telling herself that she was going to work on the quilt some more, but instead she went into her mother's bedroom and started going through drawers. She didn't know what she was looking for until she found it: a slim white vibrator wrapped inside of a hand towel.
Glancing outside to make sure Shelley and Belinda were still engaged, she hurriedly undressed and laid on the bed. The vibrator hummed to life when she rotated the switch on the end. The first light stroke across her labia sent a special thrill through her -- the idea that she was about to fuck herself with her mother's vibrator made it especially exciting.
Lisa pressed the buzzing shaft against the length of her vaginal opening for a few seconds, then lifted it away. She repeated this action over and over for nearly half an hour, savoring the combination of intense flashes and tense longing.
"My God, Lisa," Belinda suddenly said from the doorway. Lisa practically jumped out of her own skin and scrambled for her clothes. The vibrator fell to the floor and kept buzzing. As she struggled to put her jeans on, Lisa had a crazy thought: the vibrator was set at such a high power level that it would just vibrate right through the floor if she didn't grab it immediately and turn it off. This irrational thought caused her to grab at the device, but since her pants were only halfway up her legs she fell over, basically flashing her bare ass and shaven cunt at Belinda.
The tall woman came over and helped Lisa up, then both women sat on the bed. "Are you OK?" she asked. Lisa let out a high-pitched, maniacal giggle of shame and confusion, then clapped a hand over her mouth. The two women looked at each other, then laughed.
"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to scare you," Belinda started to apologize.
"Jesus, Belinda, I'm SO sorry ..." Lisa started to explain at the same time.
Belinda laid her fingers on Lisa's lips, and it was then that Lisa noticed that Belinda was completely naked.
"Shhh. I just came up here to get some towels for me and your mother after we decided to sunbathe nude. Look, uh, I saw what I saw, and believe me, it wasn't an awful thing to see, OK? You know ... everybody does it ... you looked kind of cute, actually."
Lisa stared at Belinda. "WHAT? I looked kind of CUTE?"
"Lisa, you've always been a very cute girl, and there's nothing wrong with what you were doing."
"Belinda ..." Lisa stood up and pulled up her pants, then grabbed her T-shirt. "I appreciate what you're trying to do and all, but I'm an adult ... I have an eight-year-old daughter!" She yanked the T-shirt over her head.
"I know that masturbation is OK, I'm just horribly embarrassed to have been caught by my mom's l--"
Lisa shut her mouth, catching herself. She had almost said "lover."
"Lesbian friend? Is that what you were going to say, your mom's lesbian friend? Why are you ashamed of that? I've heard of internalized homophobia, but this is ridiculous." Belinda shook her head and stood up.
Lisa stared at the older woman. "You're a LESBIAN?" Lisa nearly shouted.
"You didn't know?"
"No!"
"Lisa, honey!" Belinda laughed. "Who do you think kept your mother from losing her mind when you came out of the closet? Who told your mom that it was OK to be a lesbian, that you could be very happy as a lesbian?"
"My God," Lisa said, hugging herself and shivering, "I had no idea. My gaydar must be in really bad shape."
Both women laughed.
"I'm sorry, Lisa, I thought you knew. I thought Shelley would have told you by now. Actually, I thought you would have just figured it out by now."
"God, I'm stupid. I had no clue."
"Well ... now you know."
Lisa nodded, staring at the beautiful, nude, older woman.
Belinda laughed and wagged her finger. "Now, now, don't start getting rude thoughts. I don't go for baby dykes."
"Belinda! I wasn't thinking anything like that. And I'm not a baby dyke!"
"I'm just kidding! But you did have a weird look on your face, though."
Lisa had been thinking that her mother was going to have a much easier time of seducing Belinda than she had previously thought.
"OK, Belinda. I'm gonna get dressed and go home. You and Mom have a good day getting skin cancer, OK?"
"Oh, ha ha, very funny, my little P.C. environmentalist."
Lisa slipped her shoes on and left the room, going downstairs and outside. Belinda looked out the window and watched Lisa talking to her beautiful nude mother. The two women kissed each other goodbye. Belinda saw Shelley seize her daughter's arm during the kiss, the better to prolong it. What a flirt, Belinda thought. She knew that Shelley wanted to sleep with her, and it seemed like today was a good day to initiate a sexual side to their longtime friendship. As drunk and horny as Shelley clearly was, now was definitely the time.
Before Belinda went down to invite her best friend upstairs for some lovemaking, she picked up the vibrator that Lisa had been using, licked it clean, and placed it under one of the pillows on the bed. Mmmmm, Belinda thought, if Lisa tastes that sweet, I hope Shelley tastes just as good.

That night, Lisa was preoccupied by thoughts of Belinda and Shelley. While May-May chattered about her gymnastics class and helped her cook dinner, Lisa was caught up in visions of Belinda and Shelley having sex together ... Belinda catching her masturbating ... Belinda seducing her ... and then suddenly Belinda became her mother, catching her masturbating, and then making love to her ... oh God, it was so arousing just to think about.
Lisa was distracted by these thoughts all through dinner. Afterwards she sat with May-May on the couch and watched a Disney video without really seeing it, still caught up in an active fantasy world that was equal parts disturbing and delicious.
At one point May-May sprawled across Lisa's lap to lay down, and it was only then that Lisa noticed that her own hand had slipped beneath the waist of her sweatpants to gently stroke her clit. She realized instantly that May-May had been able to see her doing this for God only knows how long and started to withdraw her hand. But her daughter was now leaning up against her, trapping her hand between her legs, and to withdraw the hand now would draw further attention to her masturbatory activities.
But so what if May noticed? Wasn't Lisa supposed to be more open and accepting about sex and sexuality with her daughter? Or maybe May wouldn't notice at all.
Lisa leaned back and slowly extricated her hand from her sweatpants. May-May sat up completely and turned around to look down at her mother's crotch.
"What is it, May-May?" Lisa asked nervously.
"Oh, I thought you were going to take them off," May-May said, "so you could reach it better."
Lisa swallowed, then managed to blurt, "Nope, I'm done now."
"OK," May-May said, satisfied with this answer. But instead of laying back down in her mother's lap, she leaned back against the other side of the sofa, lifted her nightgown and spread her legs so she could play with herself while she watched the video.
Lisa stared at this innocent but erotic display and suddenly decided that something had to be done. Something desperate, something dramatic ... something wonderful.
"Honey, why don't we pause the video for a moment, and then we can do this together, OK?"
May nodded, so Lisa stood up and took off her sweatpants and T-shirt, then helped May get completely undressed. Then mother and daughter sat down on the couch across from each other, fully naked, legs spread, gently rubbing at their honeyed centers.
"Do you do this a lot, May?" Lisa asked in a surprisingly husky voice.
Her daughter nodded. "When I'm watching TV, or when I'm in bed, or in the bathtub."
"Yes, I've seen you do it in the bathtub. Do you like it?"
"Yes, Mommy!" May-May said in that "adults are so silly" voice. "That's why I do it!"
"I like it too, honey. Do you know what this is called?"
May-May shook her head.
"Masturbation."
"Master bayshun?"
"Mas-tur-ba-tion."
"Masturbation."
"That's right. Mommy does it too."
At this point, Lisa was using both hands to stroke, fondle, pinch and penetrate herself, while May-May was still using a single finger to rub at her baby clit. Lisa felt that May-May shouldn't miss out on the feelings a female could get from masturbating very vigorously, so she offered to help her daughter out.
"Here honey, use both hands ... no, like this. That's right ... now push a finger up inside you ... yes ... then rub up there with your other hand. What do you call that place you're rubbing?"
May-May shrugged. "I dunno."
"It's called a clitoris."
"Clitoris?"
"Yes, that's right. Here, come look at mine."
Lisa leaned back and spread her legs even further, holding her labia wide open so that her naked daughter could get a good look at her hard clit. Lisa pulled the fleshy hood back and rubbed the tip of her clit, which caused her to tremble and spasm with anticipation. Four words formed in Lisa's mouth and pressed against her lips, but she resisted speaking them, knowing that if she did, she would permanently alter her relationship with her daughter, throwing them both into a realm so complex and so immersed in secrecy that they would never be able to return to normalcy. Incest. That was what it was. The very same realm she had been fantasizing about earlier with her mother ... oh God, if only Shelley could see her now, naked on the couch with May-May ... what would her mother say?
Her mother would smile and laugh and start getting undressed.
Lisa decided to blurt out the four words:
"Touch Mommy down there."
And May-May did, reaching out a small finger to probe at her mother's wet cunt, rubbing the clit, penetrating, rotating, tickling.
"It's so big and warm," May-May said in wonder.
"Remember, it's nice to kiss when there is no hair," Lisa gasped, feeling her peak rise.
When her daughter leaned forward and planted a shy, brief kiss directly on her clit, Lisa exploded, cumming harder than she ever had, feeling trickles of honeyed cum leaking out of her deep center. May-May sat back in shock as her mother trembled and shook and twitched and sighed.
"Oh, Mommy's OK, Mommy's OK," Lisa started babbling over and over. "You did so good, so good, May honey. So good. Come here and hug Mommy."
The girl threw herself into her mother's arms and they embraced tightly. Lisa buried her face into her daughter's hair and inhaled deeply, savoring the little-girl scent, knowing that they had crossed a line that could never be forgotten ever again.
Now it was time to return the favor.
"Thank you for making Mommy feel so good," Lisa said, stroking her daughter's back. "Can Mommy make you feel good now?"
May-May nodded, so Lisa arranged her daughter on the couch with her legs spread and her little knees drawn up to her flat chest. Lisa crouched in front of May and slowly licked her daughter from anus to clit and back again. May shivered and held her mother's head as Lisa began to lick and suck in earnest, plunging her tongue into May's small, sweet cunt.
"Oh Mommy, oh Mommy, oh Mommy," May started chanting. Lisa gripped May's buttocks with her hands and locked her lips around the little girl's sweet crack, determined to give her daughter a powerful orgasm.
Lisa knew she had succeeded when May gripped her hair with both hands and let out a high, keening moan. Her thin little body shook with unbridled pleasure as she experienced her first real orgasm. Despite herself, Lisa started to weep, and she didn't understand why, so she closed her eyes and felt her daughter's pleasure through scent and touch and taste. And there was so much to smell and feel and savor! The silky soft flesh of May's buttocks fitting neatly into Lisa's palms ... the dizzying, electrifying scent of her little baby pussy ... the gooey, honeyed, sticky flavor of May's first cum.
While May panted and gasped during her afterglow, Lisa laid down on the floor. Her eyes were still closed and she was still weeping, and she was struggling not to hyperventilate. In her mind, she struggled to reconcile herself: what she had done was, according to most people, horribly wrong. But her mother had taught her that being sexually open was a healthy thing, and indeed, many experts on sexuality agreed that honesty and openness about sexuality was very good for young children. But they would never condone what Lisa had just done ... but it had been so wonderful ... and it had ultimately seemed inevitable.
Lisa opened her eyes and scrubbed the tears away with the backs of her hands. Well. What was done was done. There was no turning back now.
"Mommy? Are you OK? Why are you crying?" May-May was crawling on top of her mother and kissing her tear-stained cheeks.
"Oh, baby, I'm fine, I'm just fine," Lisa cooed, hugging her daughter tightly. "Listen, baby ... what we just did was wonderful and beautiful and fun, but it's not something that we share with other people, OK?"
May-May just looked at her mom, not seeming to understand.
"May-May, you can't tell anybody about this, OK?"
"OK, Mommy."
"And you can't do it with anybody else, either. Just Mommy. OK?"
"OK."
"That's my sweetheart. Come here and gimme a kiss."
May-May pecked her mother on the mouth, but Lisa smiled and held her daughter's face on top of hers, gently tickling May-May's lips with her tongue until she got the idea and stuck out her own tongue. Soon they were kissing like adult lovers, open-mouthed with fiercely exploring tongues. Lisa ran her hands down May-May's back, sending shivers through the young girl's body, then cupped those soft buttocks in her hands and squeezed gently.
Lisa broke the passionate kiss, suddenly feeling a need to show May-May something new. She instructed her daughter to get on her hands and knees, then crawled around behind her and told her to pry her buttocks apart with her hands.
"What are you looking for?" May-May wanted to know.
"I want to kiss your bottom, honey ... you'll enjoy it," Lisa breathed as she pressed her face against the small split between her daughter's asscheeks. She kissed the tiny pink pucker a few times, then slathered it with her tongue, causing May-May to squeal and laugh in short gasps.
"Does that feel good, honey?" Lisa wanted to know.
"Uh-huh," May-May replied.
Consumed with a perfect lust, Lisa leaned forward and again swabbed her daughter's rectum with her wet tongue. Prying the edges apart, she managed to poke most of her tongue into the spicy orifice, prompting an intake of breath and several high-pitched gasps from May-May.
Then Lisa slowly inserted her index finger into May's cunt, eventually burying it to the second knuckle, then churning in and out, timing her efforts to coincide with May's rapid breathing and her own tongue flicking across and inside of the pink wrinkled rosebud above May's cunt.
"Here, let me get under you, baby," Lisa suggested, pulling her daughter on top of her in a 69 position. "Now kiss my vagina, honey, lick it like I was doing to yours."
She lifted her knees and spread her legs so that her daughter could have open access to the secret folds of her genitals. Then she pulled May's hips down to her face and again buried her tongue in her daughter's dripping hole, taking care to slowly insert her wet index finger a centimeter at a time into May's preteen ass.
The pleasure was too much for May, so she was unable to concentrate on tonguing her mother's cunt. Instead she sat upright, pushing her hips down onto her mother's finger and tongue and lips and chin, squirming and squealing, already pre-orgasmic.
Lisa fingerfucked her daughter's ass with total abandon as she sucked as much fluid from the preteen's cunt as possible. Soon she felt May-May's rectal muscles clenching around her finger, and when her daughter started cumming, Lisa was shocked and pleased to taste several spurts of sweet girl urine in her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," May said, climbing off of her mother's face after her orgasm, "I didn't mean to pee! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Mmmm, that's OK, honey, it tasted very good," Lisa whispered. She kissed her daughter and pushed her tongue into her mouth, then pulled back and smiled. "Taste good?"
"I guess ..." said a doubtful May-May.
Lisa sat up and ran her hands through her hair. "Honey, we ought to go take a bath and then go to bed, OK? You can sleep with me tonight."
"Really, Mommy?"
"Really. Now let's go."
In the bath, they gave each other more physical pleasure, and Lisa planned to explore even more new territory once they went to bed. But seconds after May-May crawled into her mother's embrace under the covers, the naked little girl was sound asleep. Lisa tried to go straight to sleep, but found herself preoccupied with thoughts of lesbian incest. How were they going to deal with this over the long term? Would May ever want to stop doing it? And what if Shelley found out?
Lisa resolved to take care of her mother tomorrow and fell asleep fantasizing about her mother's breasts.

The next morning, Lisa was awakened by the doorbell. Before she could shake off her grogginess and get out of bed, May was already bounding across the room and down the hall to answer the door.
"May, no!" Lisa called, but the door was already opening.
"Oh, my goodness!" a familiar voice called. "Sweetie, where are your clothes?"
May came back to the bedroom leading her grandmother Shelley by the hand. Shelley was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and shabby blue overalls along with sunglasses and a pair of sneakers. Lisa guessed that she had come over to recruit Lisa and May for some gardening or other yard chore.
Lisa had pulled the covers up to her neck so that her mother would not know that she, too, was naked. A part of her wanted this to be over with, but a part of her wanted to hide this sexual secret from her mother forever and ever.
"Since when did May start sleeping naked?" Shelley asked as May crawled back under the covers with her mother.
"Since last night," Lisa answered weakly. Suddenly, she saw a way to derail the line of questioning. She reached out and put her hand on her mother's leg and asked, "How was it with Belinda?"
"Oh, it was WONDERFUL!" Shelley squealed. "Oh, she took me up to my room and we really just ... it was just amazing," Shelley said. "And she told me what the two of you talked about, by the way. You really didn't know she was gay?"
"No, I didn't ... did she tell you everything about our conversation?"
Shelley smiled broadly. "Yes, she did. You're still a very naughty girl, Lisa."
"Mom, please!" Lisa blurted. "You taught me everything I know."
"Yes, I suppose I did," Shelley mused. "Well, is there any room under there for Grandma?"
"Yes, yes!" May cried.
Lisa flinched. "Uh, Mom ... what did you come over for?"
"Well, I was going to ask you two to come over for lunch and to work in the garden," Shelley said, unsnapping her overalls. Lisa mentally awarded herself a prize for correctly reading her mother's garb and intentions. "But now I'm just ready for a family cuddle."
Once she pulled off her overalls, Lisa could see that Shelley was braless. Her large breasts pushed aggressively against the thin fabric of her shirt and the nipples were quite visible. Shelley pulled down her white cotton underwear and stepped out of them, then put her sunglasses on the nightstand and pulled off her shirt.
"No bra, just like you said," Shelley grinned before climbing into bed next to Lisa.
"I didn't tell you to go braless!" Lisa protested before May crawled across her to hop into Grandma's embrace.
"Oh, you're such a sweet little girl," Shelley cooed as she hugged May and stroked her hair. "And your little naked body feels so good against mine! Is this why the two of you slept naked?"
Lisa rolled her eyes and simply said, "Yeah."
May's hands were roaming fearlessly all over her grandmother's body. "You have big boobs, Grandma," she announced.
Shelley laughed musically. "Do you like them? Someday your boobs might be this big."
"Why aren't Mommy's boobs big?"
Shelley glanced over at her daughter, who was watching the scene with an odd expression on her face. "I think that's a question that your Mommy has been asking herself since she was a teenager," Shelley teased.
"Oh, that is so not true!" Lisa said, then reached over with both hands to tickle her mother and daughter.
Shelley and May squeaked, then retaliated. Soon the covers were a mess and all three females were laughing and breathing heavily.
Lisa was lying on her back with her legs open. May was lying on top of her mother with her head between her mother's breasts and her naked pudenda pressed against her mother's inner thigh. Shelley was lying on Lisa's right with one strong leg thrown over both her and May, one heavy breast pressed against Lisa's arm and ribs, and one hand lightly stroking Lisa's hair. Lisa felt a warm gush in her cunt. The moment was right.
Just as she turned towards her mother to kiss her, Shelley leaned in and planted a wet kiss directly on Lisa's lips. Lisa moaned loudly, closed her eyes and pressed hard against her mother, turning slightly to better embrace and kiss her.
Their tongues collided immediately and both women were breathing heavily through their noses. Hands groped across flesh. May watched with interest.
Finally Shelley broke the kiss. "God, Lisa ... should we be doing this?"
Lisa stroked her mother's face, then pecked her on the cheek. "I love you so much, Mom. Why shouldn't we do it?"
"But May-May ..."
"May-May and I have no secrets ... in fact I taught her some things yesterday ... sort of like the things you taught me ... except, uh ... I actually showed her how to do them."
"Oh ... really ..." Shelley kissed her daughter passionately, then pulled back and held Lisa's breast in her hands. "What did you show her?"
"How to kiss ... how to, uh ..."
"Masturbate!" May-May offered helpfully.
Lisa and Shelley burst into giggles.
"Yeah, masturbate ... and how to please me ... and I pleased her ... I touched her, I kissed her all over, Mom ... and God, I want you to do it to me ... please ..."
"Oh, sweetie," Shelley said before kissing her daughter again.
All barriers came down; all resistance was overcome completely. Soon Lisa had spread her legs wide, folding her knees up to her chest, so that her mother and daughter could take turns giving her orgasms. Then it was Shelley's turn for attention, and then finally May's. At one point, while she was watching her own mother suck her own daughter's hot cunt, Lisa took a step back mentally and considered the taboo-shattering, dangerous potential of what they were doing. Then she slid two fingers into her mother's cunt and leaned over to lick at Shelley's neck.
The incest-obsessed family stayed in bed for the rest of the day, mostly making love to each other, but also discussing how to handle their new relationship. Lisa admitted that she would have made love to her mother years earlier if she could have, and Shelley admitted that she had longed to touch her daughter sexually since Lisa first came out of the closet.
Shelley suggested that they go back to her house to spend the night because of the large bathtub, much larger bed, and various sexual accessories that Shelley owned. Lisa and May thought this was a wonderful idea. They packed their bags and followed Shelley back to her house.
There, the three females bathed together, then Shelley showed off her various toys: the vibrator that Lisa had previously discovered, a double-headed dildo, two butt plugs of two different sizes, and various oils. True to her youthful nature, May grew bored with all the sex and wandered away, but Lisa and Shelley made love into the wee hours of the morning. For a long time they were content just to sit face to face, legs spread, double dildo buried to the hilt in each woman's shaven cunt, kissing and fondling each other, whispering about the past and the future.
Finally they decided it was time for sleep. As Shelley made the bed, Lisa went searching for May.
She found her downstairs, still naked, sleeping on the couch in the living room. She gently picked up her eight-year-old daughter and brought her upstairs to bed.
Lisa again took a step back to survey the scene. Her mother and her daughter, both naked and both thoroughly sexually satisfied, lay in the bed in front of her. How were they going to live the rest of their lives? Would she move back in with her mother? Could she live with her mother as a lover? Could she live with her daughter as a lover? How would this disrupt normal family patterns? What would Belinda think? What if anybody else ever found out? It was too much to think about.
Lisa finally laid down on the bed in between an exhaused Shelley and a sleeping May and put her arms around them both. She went immediately to sleep and dreamt of nothing but making love to her beautiful family.

THE END