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Lannie - 1 (Ff, inc)
by Sondra & Jeremy Smith
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Susan was never quite certain when it started, when the feelings
began to change inside her, when they began to take on the taint
of lust and heat and sexual desire. It happened sometime after
her adolescence, not her own, but her daughter's.
Susan remember her own adolescence all too well. She
remembered her budding breasts being licked and sucked and fondled
by all too many boys, remembered her cherry being popped,
remembered the many sexual encounters afterwards, the drunken gang-
bangs, the hot, sweaty jousts in the back seats of cars, the guilt
and misery the morning after.
She remembered it all too well. She was gay, but hadn't known
it then. She'd come from a cold family that seldom, if ever showed
her any love or affection, and she had turned to others for that
affection, to boys, mainly, because that was the acceptable outlet
then.
She had found her sexual experiences unfulfilling. She liked
the closeness, the kissing and licking and hugging, but didn't like
the lust and excitement that drove the boys into using her so hard,
so fast, and hated their loud tails afterwards.
She well deserved the title of slut they all awarded her, and
it surprised no one that she became pregnant in her freshman year
in high school. It surprised her even less that when her parents
found out she was severely beaten, stripped naked, then thrown out
the door into the snow.
She'd spent the next several years in foster homes bringing up
Lannie, her daughter, treating her with all the affection and love
she herself had never received.
The counsellors had given her strength she hadn't believed she
had, and one in particular, had cleared up much of the confusion in
her life. That was Karen. Karen was a lesbian, and she had
recognized Susan's problem.
One night, while Lannie slept nearby, she had taken Susan on
the sofa in her office, stripping her body and soul naked and
bringing her to the first orgasm of her life.
Several times a week Susan and Karen would meet and they would
give pleasure to each other with their fingers and tongues and lips
and bodies. Susan had been astonished at the things Karen did to
her, but had loved every minute of it.
With Karen she had found that love and pleasure that had long
evaded her. She had had relationships since then, many of them, but
none had been as wonderful as that first one with Karen.
Karen had taught her a lot about live, too, and about
strength. It was because of Karen that she'd finished high school
and gone on to college. It was because of Karen that she was a
successful businesswoman now, instead of being a welfare mother.
And perhaps that was one of the reasons why she had developed
this...this terrible desire that she could not shake, one of the
reasons why she continued to argue to herself about the pros and
cons, about what would be or wouldn't be good for Lannie.
Lannie reminded her of Karen, in her looks, her impudence
towards others, her high spirits, her good natured humour and
practical jokes, and of course, in the love she showed Susan.
Like Karen, Lannie was a slender athletic girl, her body long
and willowy, yet rounded and feminine. Her breasts were high and
round and full, with tiny pink nipples. Her waist was tiny, her
hips round, her buttocks like an apple.
She had shining chestnut hair, kept long and straight, and,
like Karen, habitually tied back in a loose pony tail. Her face was
firm, strong, yet softened by wide, deep green eyes and a small
mouth. Her lips were full and pouty, her nose aristocratic.
There had never been much in the way of secrets between her
and Lannie, and Lannie knew full well her mother's sexual
orientation, and, of course, accepted it as any loving child would.
But there was one secret, and that was the secret of the
desires that had been building inside Susan since her precious,
sweet little girl had begun to change, to grow into a beautiful
high spirited young woman.
Living together, just the two of them, there had been little
need of discretion about nudity, and each had seen each other naked
many times, thinking nothing of it.
They lived together in a two bedroom apartment in the suburbs,
on the top floor of a fifteen story building. Since their apartment
faced west the afternoon sun would stream through the large, floor
to ceiling windows in the living room, and also through the french
doors that led out onto the balcony.
The balcony could best be described as an open topped box. It
had steel and wood rails on three sides. These were waist high in
front, shoulder high on either side.
One afternoon Susan had come home early from work and had
caught sight of Lannie out on the balcony. Lannie was naked, which
surprised Susan only a little. Nude sunbathing was the in thing
these days, after all, and there was sufficient privacy out there,
providing Lannie didn't stand up and go to the front railing.
Even then there were no other buildings close by on this side,
and it was unlikely anyone would see her from below.
So there was nothing particularly astonishing about Lannie
sunbathing in the nude. In fact, Susan gave a thought to joining
her out there and working on her own tan. She knew Lannie would not
be bothered by her mother seeing her nude, any more than she would
be if Susan went out nude herself.
But then as she approached the french doors she heard
something she'd never heard before, and as she took in the full
sight of Lannie's body she halted in her steps.
Lannie was laying on her back on a lounger. Her teenage body
was glistening in the sunlight, coated in slippery suntan oil. Her
long legs were draped across the arms of the lounger, and her head
was back, eyes closed. She grunted softly and moaned low in her
throat as her hands moved over her body.
Susan swallowed nervously as she saw Lannie stroke her
gleaming breasts, saw her hands caressing the soft flesh, then roll
the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Then she watched as
Lannie's hand slid down between her splayed thighs and she stroked
her fingers up and down her slit.
Despite the girl's age, despite the fact that she was not only
older than Susan had been when she'd begun to have sex with boys,
but older than Susan had been when she'd gotten pregnant, this
undeniable reality that her daughter, her sweet little girl, was in
fact, a sexual creature now, hit her hard.
She had simply never considered Lannie and sex. Which was
stupid, she told herself then, idiotic. She had never even spoken
to the girl about sex, figuring she'd get it in school.
So shocked was she that she did not immediately turn and leave
the girl in privacy, but stared, rotted to the floor as Lannie
began to wriggle her fingers down into her pussy, began to pump
them in and out, and began to hump slowly against her fingers.
Her head rolled and she moaned in pleasure as she squeezed
her breasts with one hand and pumped her pussy with the other.
It was...it was to Susan, and incredibly erotic sight.
Perhaps it was because Lannie wore dark sunglasses, thus,
partially concealing her face, her identity. Her skin glistened
as she writhed in soft sexual pleasure. Her breasts pushed out
hard and swollen each time she pulled her head back and arched
her back. Her fingers pumped steadily in her lightly furred
slit, as her thumb stroked firmly across her clitoris.
Catching herself, at last, Susan had retreated, left the
apartment, gone downstairs to the car and driven to the corner
store. There, she had phoned home and told Lannie she was coming
home, asking if there were anything Lannie wanted her to pick up
on the way.
When she'd gotten home Lannie had been in the shower.
Since then, however, Susan had not been able to shake the
image of Lannie as a sexually desirable woman. Lannie, knowing
nothing of the torment wracking her mother, continued to act and
dress as she always had. That meant wearing little more than her
underwear sometimes, or even walking naked from the shower to her
room, or out to the kitchen to get a snack.
And despite the coldly, logical knowledge that it was not
right, the sexual hunger inside began to influence her own
thinking, her own behaviour. She fought it, but it continued to
grow.
She masturbated at night, thinking about herself and Lannie,
legs intertwined, breasts rolling together, kissing and caressing
each other.
She convinced herself that Lannie needed someone mature to
show her the reality about sex, to instruct her on what was and
wasn't good. She needed someone to show her the pleasures of her
own body before some fumble fingered, lust crazed boy fucked her
and convinced her that sex was boring and cold and not at all
pleasurable.
What did boys know or care about giving girls pleasure?
None of the boys that had fucked Susan had ever taken much time
or effort. All they'd been interested in was satisfying their
own animal lust.
She began to appear naked around Lannie more than she had
before, and positioned her body in the most favourable, erotic
ways, all very casually. One night she bought sexy, lacy, ling-
erie, then modelled it for Lannie.
Lannie was a bit embarrassed at that, as any teenager would
be at being confronted with the fact that her mother was sexual-
ly active. Noticing this, Susan had talked to her, and they had
had their first full, frank discussion about sex and sexuality.
Susan had imparted her wisdom abut sex, which was that it
was a wonderful, pleasurable experience providing both partners
cared enough about each other to ensure the other's pleasure.
She had warned Lannie that most boys her age knew little about
what would pleasure a woman.
Then she had, despite some embarrassment on both sides, told
Lannie how women could be pleasured, so she could someday,
hopefully a long day away, be able to tell if the boy...man, she
was with knew what he was doing.
Lannie had soon lost her embarrassment as she had listened,
with wide eyes, to her mother explain about sexual technique.
Lannie had explained how the breasts should be treated, how
cunnilingus was performed, and how also to perform fellatio.
Certainly she'd sucked enough cocks when younger to be able
to instruct in that.
She'd warned her daughter that boys were blabbermouths, and
that she should never allow herself to be forced into doing
anything she didn't want.
Lannie had gotten aroused at the talk. Susan could tell
from her flushed face, and the way her nipples pushed out erect
against her thin shirt. But Susan had made no attempt at
seduction.
Then, a week or so later, she'd come home early on a sunny
day, hoping to catch Lannie again. As she'd hoped, Lannie was
out on the balcony nude. She was not, however masturbating. She
lay on the floor of the balcony, on a towel.
"Hi," Susan said, going to the french doors.
"Hi, mom," Lannie said, smiling up at her.
"You sure look comfortable. I think I'll join you."
"It's gorgeous out," Lannie nodded.
Shaking a little, and still arguing in her mind, Susan had
gone to her room and stripped. She'd gotten a towel and glass of
water, then gone back out to the living room, then stepped out
onto the balcony.
The balcony was narrow, and the waist high rail blocked the
sun from most of it. There was only one long, narrow patch of
sunlight to lie in. Susan needed no excuse then, to set her
towel down right beside Lannie's, and to sit down inches from
her daughter.
She picked up the bottle of suntan oil Lannie was using.
It was her own oil, since Lannie always borrowed it. It was
also edible oil. She'd bought edible oil with someone other
than Lannie in mind, but right now it would, she hoped, come
in very handy.
She oiled her breasts and chest, and legs and groin, then,
laying down quickly to hide her erect nipples, asked Lannie to
oil her back. Naturally she complied.
They lay together in comfortable silence for a while,
comfortable for Lannie, anyway. Susan was gripped by turmoil
and lust.
Lannie turned on her stomach, totally unaware, as she read
a fashion magazine, of her mother's eyes gazing appreciatively
at her firm round buttocks. And when she'd commented on some-
thing in the magazine, and Susan had eased over, and her naked
breast had pressed down firmly on Lannie's shoulder, she'd
thought nothing of it.
"Lannie? Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure, mom," she shrugged, not taking her eyes off her magazine.
"You know we were talking about sex last week."
"So?"
"You know...something about when I was a girl."
"That you slept around?"
"Sort of."
"So?"
"Well, I was wondering about you. We didn't get into what
you...about whether you were sexually active when we talked last
week. I know it's not really my business but..."
"Well, uhm...I...maybe a little," Lannie said uncomfortably.
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yeah," Lannie sighed. "I've been...kind of afraid to try
sex, I mean, intercourse."
"Why?"
"Well, it's supposed to hurt, for one thing."
"You remember what I told you..."
"Yeah, I know, that it hurt because the boys are too stupid
to take things slow. It makes a lot of sense."
"How far have you gone?"
Lannie wasn't really embarrassed at this conversation. After
all, she and her mother were so close in age that they often act-
ed more like sisters than mother and daughter. A lot of people
who saw them together thought they WERE sisters. They looked very
similar. They had the same features, were about the same height,
had the same builds, and the same hair color. The major difference
was that Susan had short hair.
"I've...given blow jobs," Lannie confessed, her face red-
dening just a bit.
"And hand jobs?"
"Yeah," Lannie said, making a face.
Susan chuckled a little. "I always hated giving hand jobs. They
were so messy. You never knew where the stuff was going to land."
"Yeah," Lannie laughed.
"Has any guy eaten you out yet?"
Lannie was surprised at the common language, but not offended or
particularly embarrassed at it.
"Not really," she sighed. "Guys think it's unmanly or
something."
"The next time one of them wants a blow job, you tell them
he has to eat your pussy first," Susan said. "Believe me, guys
will do almost anything for sex."
"They probably wouldn't do it right anyway."
"Well, that's why I told you how it was done. You can show
them how to do it. Every woman they date will thank you."
Susan then described an episode in her own girlhood when
she'd sucked two boys off at the same time. Lannie listened in
wide-eyed amazement as Susan talked about having two erect cocks
in her mouth at the same time.
"God!" was her only comment as she listened.
From there it seemed only natural to talk about eating pussy.
Susan told her about Karen, about that first time together when
Karen had helped her explore her own body, had masturbated her to
orgasms, then eaten her out, nearly driving her wild with passion
and pleasure.
She was not sure what Lannie thought of the story, though
she listened attentively. She would have been pleased had she
known how excited Lannie was becoming at the sexual tales. She
would have been even happier if she knew that Lannie was think-
ing that she really should, if the opportunity presented itself,
experiment a little with a girl herself.
"You need some more oil," Susan noted.
"Oh? Yeah, I guess," Lannie said. "This stuff you buy dries
out too quickly, you know."
"It's because it's vegetable based. That means it doesn't
stain, though." She didn't add that it was also edible.
She picked up the bottle and poured some on Lannie's back,
getting to her knees beside the girl and working her fingers
slowly into the teenager's soft, warm flesh. She continued to
talk about herself and Karen, speaking softly and quietly about
the various sexual episodes they had undergone.
Lannie listened raptly.
Susan ran her hands up and down Lannie's shoulders and upper
back, then down to her lower back. She oiled up the sides of her
chest and waist, occasionally brushing the tips of her fingers
against the sides of her daughter's breasts.
She worked her hands lower, and, very casually, picked up
the squeeze bottle. She pointed it at the crack between Lannie's
buttocks and let a soft stream of oil hit there, then watched it
trickle down the crack and between the soft, pouting pussy lips
below.
She ran her hands over the top of Lannie's buttocks as she
continued to speak low and hypnotically about a time she and Karen
had made love at a secluded beach. She felt Lannie's body stiffen
as her hands gently kneaded her buttocks, but the girl made no
attempt to halt her.
She worked over her buttocks, then oiled her legs, softly
pulling her legs apart to caress and oil the insides of her thighs.
She had stopped talking, but Lannie didn't say anything.
Her hands stroked gently on Lannie's thighs, just below her
pussy, then up along her buttocks again, up her spine and over her
back. She felt Lannie's heart pounding inside her, and knew the
girl was not unaware of the sexual possibilities, the sexual
tension that existed between them.
She ran her hand down her daughter's back, straight down her
spine to her tailbone, down between her buttocks, and curling over
to her left thigh just below her pussy mound. Her thumb slid across
her pussy ever so lightly, and Lannie gasped softly.
Susan's heart was in her throat and her own heart was pounding
madly. Her pussy was drooling and boiling with heat as she stroked
her hands over Lannie's body.
Unable to resist any more, she slid her hand down Lannie's ass
crack and then directly over her pussy mound. She rubbed the flat
of her hand up and down the girl's cunt mound, stroking with more
and more pressure as Lannie trembled lightly.
"Does that feel good?" she asked in a low, gravelly voice.
"Y...y...yes," Lannie whispered.
Susan's heart rejoiced and she continued to rub up and down
Lannie's cunt mound. She pressed harder with her middle fingers,
letting them sink slowly in between her daughter's pussy lips and
ride along her glistening pink flesh.
Lannie moaned weakly, and Susan found her pussy hole and slid
two fingers in to the knuckles. She pumped them in and out as
Lannie began to twitch and jerk below her. She pulled her fingers
out and found the girl's clitoris, hard and steaming.
She thrust her thumb into Lannie's cunt tunnel and then
squeezed her clitty between her fingers and thumb. She rubbed and
rolled it between them as Lannie's breathing became louder and
harsher, more ragged and excited.
Lannie was soon panting and moaning as the pleasure inside
her mounted to the boiling point. Her arms were folded below her,
and her face was buried in them. But her legs were wide, wide
apart as Susan carefully, and expertly rubbed and rolled her hot
little clitty.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuunngggghhhhhhhh!" Lannie groaned, her body
getting stiff and taut, then vibrating like a plucked piano wire.
Susan rubbed her pussy harshly as the girl came, knowing well
how to increase the force and length of a girl's orgasm. She felt
a great surge of love and pleasure and pride as she made her
daughter climax, as she watched her body shaking and heard her
moans of pleasure.
Then Lannie went limp and she softened her movements. She
pulled her hands away, then gently rolled the girl over onto her
back. Lannie looked up at her with a mixture of embarrassment and
desire. Susan smiled reassuringly.
She slid her hands up and down Lannie's thighs, then shifted
between her legs. She gripped her daughter's legs and lifted them,
pulling them wide open, then setting them down again. Lannie
swallowed nervously as she watched.
Susan slid forward over Lannie's body, not touching her at
first. She was on her knees, her elbows on the towel on either
side of Lannie's waist. She smiled seductively at the wide-eyed
teenager, then gazed down at her long, erect nipples.
She eased herself lower, her hands stroking the sides of
Lannie's breasts, pushing them inwards, mashing the flesh toget-
her. She bent and let her tongue flick over her right nipple,
then closed her lips over it and sucked gently.
She sucked the nipple and surrounding flesh into her mouth
and worked it over with her tongue and lips as she sucked. Her
hands kneaded the girl's breast meat as she carefully manipulated
the hard little nipple in her mouth, rolling it and gnawing
lightly with her teeth, blowing, then sucking, then wriggling
her tongue over it.
She shifted to her other nipple, and worked that over too,
pinching and rubbing and rolling it, spending long minutes
making love to Lannie's breasts and nipples until Lannie started
panting and moaning again, her head flat, eyes staring up at the
sky above.
Susan allowed her won full, slick breasts to press firmly
against Lannie's belly, then rubbed them up and down firmly as
she sucked on Lannie's nipples. She slowly trailed her tongue
down off the hard, sparkling breasts, twisting across the
girl's belly.
She circled her belly button several times, then eased down
towards her pussy. Her hands slid down Lannie's flanks, stroking
and caressing, then as Susan's tongue entered Lannie's tangle of
pubic hair, she saw the girl's head draw back under her as her
back arched.
Susan jammed her hand into the girl's crotch and rubbed
Lannie's pussy furiously s the teenager grunted helplessly and
bucked her hips upwards in the midst of an orgasmic storm.
"Oh! Oh God! Ohhh! Ungh! UuuuunngghhHH!" Lannie gasped in a
choked voice. Her arms jerked straight up above her and she
heaved her chest up, thrusting her breasts out.
Susan stared in wide-eyed delight at the gloriously erotic
sight. She sawed her fingers across Lannie's clit as the girl
came, revelling in the pleasure her daughter was feeling.
Then Lannie went limp again, chest heaving, mouth slack,
eyes closed.
"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her walkman started to melt"
The Smiths