Her Daughter Dee Ff
By
Marie LeClare


 Marie moved the chair from its
usual position in the corner of her bedroom so that it
faced the large mirrors on the doors to her
closet.  Settling herself comfortably in the chair,
Marie looked into the mirror.  An extremely attractive
brunette in a loose, red satin top just barely
held up by thin spaghetti straps, and a matching pair
of bikini panties stared back.  Some thought Marie was
narcissistic.  That was true, but subject to
qualifications.

 Marie was beautiful!  She knew it and appreci-
ated it.  But it was not the sort of blind vanity
whereby Marie could not pass a mirror without pausing
to check her hair or makeup. Her self-appreciation was
different.  Her obsession with her body and her looks
were very specific and very sexual!

 Marie enjoyed sex.  She definitely enjoyed sex.
She enjoyed thinking about sexual acts.  She enjoyed
participating in sexual acts.  She enjoyed watching
sexual acts. Marie, by any interpretation, loved sex.
It was therefore very natural that Marie enjoyed
looking at her own body for it oozed sexuality.  Her
lovers, only female, she had made that mistake once,
and Deirdre, or Dee was born, had always enjoyed look-
ing at Marie's magnificent body.  Why should she be
any different?

 There was certainly a lot there to enjoy. Marie
was stunningly proportioned 5'6".  Her lush hair
swept to just below her shoulders, ending just before
the commencement of the swelling of her beautiful,
rounded breasts.  Her breasts were like the rest of
her, perfectly proportioned to her form and a magnifi-
cent 'C' cup.  Her waist slimmed nicely before it
flared into the softly rounded hips of a woman.  Her
legs tapered gracefully to the ground and gave the
impression of going on forever. She had enjoyed
moderate success as a model.

 The only thing that Marie enjoyed more than
looking at her own body was having someone else enjoy
looking at it.  The only thing she enjoyed more than
touching herself was having someone else touch her. It
didn't really matter if that someone were old or young,
as long as it was a female. For you see, Marie was a
confirmed lesbian.
.
She
and Dee managed quite nicely together over the next
sixteen years.  While mother and daughter,
they also cultivated a very special bond as two females
facing the world together.  While she made mistakes,
Marie tried to raise Dee with love, respect, and
total openness and honesty, an approach that in this
case seemed to have worked wonderfully.  Of course
Marie had taken care over the years to avoid flaunting
her love of sex in front of Dee, but neither had she
cloistered herself!

 Dee was out for the evening on a date so
Marie had the house to herself.  And she thoroughly
intended to enjoy herself.  The fact that she didn't
have a lover for the evening in no way would prevent
her from achieving the sexual pleasures she so des-
perately desired.  Frequently Marie found pleasure
as well as relief in masturbation, while fantasies of
dominating another woman danced in her head.
She had never considered pleasing herself to be
an act of desperation, something to be undertaken
only as a last resort when the absence of adult
companionship had reached a breaking point.
On the contrary, Marie had never been one to
reject the pleasures that sex might offer,
and who knew how to please her better than herself.

 Marie carefully studied the image of the
temptress in the mirror.  Only the shimmer of her long,
lustrous hair surpassed the shimmer of her satin top.
Though the top hid some of the rounded contours of her
breasts, her hard nipples were quite apparent.  She
pressed the two protruding bumps with her fingers and
shivered slightly at the delightful sensations that
rippled through her body and telegraphed promises of
greater delights straight down to her pussy.  Marie
could feel the twinge of tension deep within her
womanhood that commenced the familiar climb to even
greater and more delicious responses.

 Marie settled more comfortably in the chair
and let her hands cup and cradle her breasts.  With
light, rhythmic motions Marie caressed her sensitive
rock hard nipples.  Sometimes when she
masturbated she paid a great deal of attention to
her breasts.  Other times she almost ignored them
and went directly to her pussy for her pleasure.
Tonight was shaping up as a breast night.

 The satin felt exquisite against her skin.
Slick and cool on her soft, warm flesh.  Marie
marveled at how her mammary manipulation felt
stimulating and soothing at the same time.  The urge
for flesh on flesh eventually won out.  Sitting up
slightly, Marie crossed her arms and slipped the
top up and off.  She settled back and her hands
returned to cuddling her breasts.  Now she could
enjoy the sight, as well as the sensations, of her
beautiful boobs.

 Light, feathery caresses alternated with firm,
intense strokes as Marie squeezed and rubbed her
gorgeous girl treasures.  When not playing with the full,
rounded mass of her breasts, she was pinching and
pulling on the hard little nipples that were standing
so defiantly erect.  Rhythmic contractions deep within
her cunt grew stronger and faster as Marie's nips
tantalizing created the desired result.

 She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples
as a delightful little orgasm pulsed through her loins.
The moist evidence of her arousal was soaking through
the crotch of her sexy, red panties.  Marie's hands
left her breasts and cupped the soft bulge of her pussy.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her hips
rolled her pussy against her hands.  It felt so good.

 Her fingers scratched lightly over the taut
strip of panty covering her pussy.  The sensations
transmitted through to her delicate folds were wonderful.
Up and down the length of her pussy her fingers traced a line.
A rich, earthy female scent filled the air.  Her hips
raised slightly as Marie hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her panties and slipped them down over
her beautiful ass.  She then wiggled that beautiful
butt back into her chair and pulled her legs up towards
her.  Down and off her panties went.  Marie moved
her legs apart and studied the wondrous little spot
that was her pussy.

 Marie had learned so much about pleasing her-
self and others since her first tentative explorations
of her pussy so long ago.  From her earliest probing
born of normal, natural curiosity about herself, Marie
had been driven to push her sexual horizons. Her
discoveries with Dawn, her best friend from elementary
school right through high school, taught her that love
and sex with girls could be wonderful.

 As much as Marie enjoyed learning, she enjoyed
putting what she had learned to good use.  She knew
from long experience the best ways to create exquisite
sexual delights for herself as well as others.  And she
didn't intend to permit an opportunity to pleasure
herself to slip away in idle reminiscing.

 Marie's hand slid inward over her rounded hip
and tight tummy, heading relentlessly towards her lush,
pouty pussy lips.  Down over these protruding folds her
fingers danced.  Her body shivered in response as her
pussy trembled under the tender tickling touch.

 Her fingers paused at the center of her pussy momentarily,
then drove inward, parting her sex folds and plunging
deep into her warm tight pussy.  Marie
groaned and held her hand tightly to her crotch as her
wiggling fingers created new sorts of pleasures from
within her body.  Her free hand squeezed the firm orb
of her breast and pulled and pinched her erect
nipple.  Her body squirmed and her hips rolled as new
waves of sexual delight grew and surged.

 Lost in her self-induced garden of sexual
delights, Marie failed to hear the key in the front
door lock or the footsteps coming upstairs.  Dee
had terminated her date quite early and promptly when
it became obvious that not only was her date a jerk,
but an ignorant pig.
Dee was certainly no stranger to sex and was
certainly no prude, but she would be damned if she was
going to have sex with someone on her first date.

 She heard the whimpering and throaty moans
coming from her Mom's bedroom and knew those sounds
could only mean one thing, sex.  She was glad her
Mom had found someone to please her and wondered if
The woman was cute. Since Mom's door was ajar, Mom had
inadvertently left her one way to find out.

 Not expecting Dee back home early, Marie had
neglected to close her bedroom door fully.  And just
as her self-induced passion had kept her from hearing
Dee, it likewise prevented her from noticing the
cute little teen face peeking into her room.

 Dee stared bug-eyed into the
room.  Mom wasn't with a woman.  She was by herself! She
was doing it to herself.  And she looked like she was
having a wonderful time.

 Dee had often wondered about her Mom's
sexuality, and had often masturbated fantasizing about
being her Mom's sex slave.

 Dee was sure getting some questions answered
now though as she watched her Mom squeeze and
twist her nipples as she fingered her pussy.
Unconsciously, Dee's own hand
closed over her breast and squeezed it in rhythmic
imitation of her mother's movements.  She could not
help but get turned on by the show that her mother was
putting on just a few feet in front of her.

 Dee had recently become aware that a school
friend, Kira, had the hots for her.  That discovery
had resulted in Dee spending considerable time of
late contemplating what it would be like to go all the
way with another girl.  This had created a great deal
of sexual tension within Dee as well as a very
receptive audience for Marie's inadvertent sex show.
Very quickly Dee was brought to a significant sexual
simmer.

 As Dee watched Marie, she gradually lost
the acute awareness that this was her mother mastur-
bating before her and began to enjoy the incredible
sexual display of a beautiful woman pleasuring herself.
Running her hands over her breasts and body, Dee's
sexual simmer soon became a boiling point.  Without
taking her eyes from her Mother's writhing form, Dee
pushed her top and sports bra up to release her breasts
from their tight confines.  Normally Dee hated her
clothes in this position though she sometimes tolerated
it when a date desperately wanted to get at her tits
and she couldn't risk actually getting topless.  Right
now though the only fact that mattered was getting her
tits free to her touch.  Roughly she pulled on her
breasts and rolled and squeezed them, directing towards
her own tits her desperate urge to run and kneel before her
fantasized mistress, her mother.

 Dee's cunt felt hot and confined within her
tight jeans.  Aching with need, Dee opened her pants
and pushed them down her legs.  Not wanting to break
herself away from the sights before her, Dee pushed
the pants and her panties down to her ankles.  Now at
least they were far enough down so that Dee could squat
slightly, parting her pussy lips, and giving her hand freer
access to her hot wet pussy.  Her hand squeezed and
rubbed her delicate folds.

 Dee's frantic masturbation paused as Marie
paused her own playing and took her hand away
from her pussy.  Reaching for something hidden next to
her in the chair, Marie drew out a long, thick,
flesh colored dildo!  It was about eight inches long
and perhaps an inch and a half in diameter.  Marie
cradled it between her hands and lifted it to her lips.
Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out and ran up
the length of the dildo from its fat little mushroom
head to the far end of its shaft.  It was then that
Dee noticed that this dildo had a unique feature.
Near the end, a hole, maybe three-quarters of an inch
in diameter, had been drilled through the base.

 After licking her dildo, Marie
lowered it and positioned the tip of the blunt mushroom
head against the flowering wet lips of her pussy.
Slowly and gently Marie worked the dildo's tip around
her hot wet pussy, opening the lips of her sex and lubricat-
ing her plastic lover.  Once both her cunt and her
dildo were sufficiently prepared, Marie slipped the tip
of the dildo between her pussy lips and started to slide
it slowly into her aching, receptive cunt.

 Slowly the head of the dildo parted Marie's delicate
folds, opening and spreading them for the length of
shaft yet to come.  Slowly the head disappeared
into Marie's cunt.  The full lips folded over
on themselves slightly and was tugged inward by the
friction being applied against them by the dildo's
thickness.  Inch by inch the plastic dildo wormed its way
into Marie's body.  When only an inch or so remained
outside her, Marie grasped the base of the shaft and
began to withdraw it from her depths.

 After a pass or two in this manner had opened
up her pussy sufficiently for the dildo, Marie
revealed the purpose of the hole in the dildo's base.
Instead of holding the base of the dildo with her hand,
Marie stuck her middle finger into the hole.  She
could then pump the dildo by moving her arm,
but she could keep her wrist stiff and straight.  This
eliminated the awkward angles that a wrist was some-
times forced into in order to direct a dildo to just
the right spot.  Marie had invented an amazing dildo.

 Marie seemed more than satisfied
with the design of her dildo and began to pump it into
her pussy.  Her hips and body bucked and twisted as she
worked the dildo to best advantage.  Dee meanwhile
got more and more turned on by the sight of her Mom
fucking herself on that big, beautiful plastic dildo.
Her hips bucked against her probing fingers and she
started to pant and moan as the excitement built within
her.

 Unfortunately for Dee, her excitement got the
better of her.  She lost her balance and stumbled. With
her pants down around her ankles there was no way she
could recover and she fell backward with a crash.
Marie was abruptly jerked out of her passion-induced
world and leapt to her feet.

 Mother and daughter stared at each other some-
what stupefied.  There was no way that either could
hide or explain away what they had been doing.  Dee
lay there on the floor with her clothes half-off and
with her hand still glued to her cunt.  Marie was
totally naked, flushed with sexual arousal, and with
her dildo hanging from her finger, still glistening
with her sexual honey.

 "Are you OK?"  A stupid question but the only
one Marie could think of as she stared at her half
naked daughter lying on her back in the middle of the
hallway.

 Dee nodded dumbly as her Mom helped her to
her feet.  The jeans had been so wrapped about her
legs that taking them off entirely had been the only
way to get Dee to her feet.  Both women felt embar-
rassed and uncomfortable and neither quite knew what
to do next.  Though Marie had always felt that guilt
or embarrassment had no place in sex, she had never
considered the current situation.  Muttering something
about needing to talk, Marie took Dee's hand and
led her into the room.  The two women went over to
Marie's bed and for a moment just sat there looking a
little sheepish.  Marie finally looked up at Dee
and cleared her throat.

 "I hope you're not upset with me.  I would never
have let you see me like this if I had ever known you'd
be home so early."

 "Gods Mom!  Upset with you?  I was just hoping
you weren't angry with me!  After all, I was spying on
you."

 The two women looked at each other and smiled.
The worst was over.  The love and concern that each
felt for the other had overwhelmed any tendency there
might have been toward blame or recrimination.  Each
knew that she was still loved and respected in the eyes
of the other. There remained though another and perhaps
more abstract problem.

 "That's the part I don't understand.  Why were
you spying on me?  I mean I am your Mother!"

 "After the first minute or two it didn't even
matter that you were my Mom, and besides
I have fantasized about you many times.
It seemed more like you were just a very pretty,
sexy woman enjoying herself.
And you were getting yourself so turned on I couldn't
help but get kind of turned on myself."

 This, in its own way, made a great deal of sense
to Marie.  Dozens of times she had been aroused by the
bodies of others or had used her body to arouse them.
Maybe Dee was her daughter, but she was also a woman.
And Marie could well understand the delights of female
to female sex.  She had just never thought of Dee in
a sexual context before.  Sure, she had often heard
rhythmic squeaking coming from Dee's room late at
night so she knew that Dee masturbated.   And fre-
quently.   But knowing something and actually being
presented with the half-naked facts was something else.

 "I'm sorry I interrupted you Mom.  You really
seemed to be enjoying yourself.  I bet you would have
had a really nice cum if I hadn't broken your mood."

 "You seemed to have been enjoying yourself there
too, honey.  And I guess I can understand what you said
about getting turned on watching someone. It's happened
plenty of times to me.  I guess it's just kind of a
shock for me to have my own little girl being the one
getting turned on by me."

 "I'm  not such a little girl anymore Mom.  And
there's plenty about you to turn someone on,
and I want to be your sex slave."

 While saying that, Dee's eyes were locked on
Marie's firm breasts.  Whether it was the fact
that Marie's breast was beautiful, or whether it was Dee's
realization that she had once drawn milk from that
breast, in either case Dee suddenly felt an over-
whelming urge to be drawn to Marie's breast.

 Dee reached out and gently lay her hand on
her Mother's breast.  It was warm and soft and full and
round.  And Dee just had to possess it once again.
She leaned over and gently sucked Marie's nipple be-
tween her lips.

 Marie was at first a bit shocked.  Then all the
memories of Dee as a baby at that same breast flood-
ed back to her.  All the quiet hours Dee had spent
suckling at that breast.  And the pleasure that she had
often felt while nursing.  Nursing might well be a
normal, maternal function, but having your nipple sucked
is still having your nipple sucked.  Apart from an in-
fant's occasional nip, having your breast sucked feels
good!  So good at times that Marie remembered sweet
little orgasms triggered by her baby girl's sucking.
Remembering those sweet, intimate Mommy-daughter times
suddenly brought an incredible serenity to Marie.

 "Oh yes baby.  Suck Mommy."

 Marie closed her eyes and pressed her daughter's
face closer to her chest.  Dee kept kissing and
sucking her Mother's breast while reaching up and
caressing and holding the other.  For Dee too, the
intimacy she was sharing with her Mother seemed abso-
lutely correct.  She broke her contact with her Mother
and looked deeply into her Mother's eyes.  Each woman
could see the incredible love she felt for the other
being reflected back.  Marie lay back on the bed,
sliding over so that Dee would have room next to her,
while Dee paused only to slip off her top and bra
which were still pushed up over her breasts and which
were the only items of clothing she still had on.  Naked
she slid into the spot Marie had left for her and into
her Mother's arms.

 Someone observing these two beautiful women at
this moment might easily, and quite justifiably, fail
to identify them as mother and daughter and instead
mistake them for sisters.  The true age difference
between them was not obvious since Marie had the body
of a woman many years her junior.  Dee meanwhile
appeared far more mature than most other
girls her age.  Accordingly, for Marie it was as close
to making love to a younger version of herself that she
could achieve, while for Dee it was like making love
with a completely adult version of herself.

 The kissing and cuddling that Marie and Dee
were doing was also doing a superb job rekindling their
sexual fires.  Those fires had been burning fiercely
within both women before their unfortunate interruption.
Now the simmering embers were fast being fanned back to
white-hot intensity.  Fingers sought out the molten
core of their womanhood.  Fingers plunged into each
other's hot wet pussys.  Tongues flickered in and
out of each other's mouth in desperate imitation of the
manual stimulation taking place slightly further south.

Marie then roughly grabbed Dee's hair, and yanked
her face to her molten pussy saying, "sexual slave huh,
ok eat me bitch, make me cum strong". Dee plunged her
tongue deep in Marie's hot pussy. Never having done
this before, she probed Marie's pussy walls. Tongue
fucking her mother's hot pussy. Swirling her tongue
over her moms swollen clit in a little circle, then drawing
it into her mouth and sucking on it like a straw. The passion
was getting to Marie as she started to spank Dee's ass.
Feeling the tingle getting stronger she spanked harder.
Moments later it happened. A thunderous, mind blowing
orgasm crashed through her body.

Not finished by a long run, Marie yanked Dee up and
onto the bed, saying, "I'm going to clit fuck you slave".
Lifting Dee's hips to her knees, Marie lowered her hot wet pussy to Dee's and started to grind.

 Both women were thrusting and grinding their
pussies together so enthusiastically that their hands
were getting hurt.  They grabbed each other by the ass
and ground their pussies together eagerly.  Both
desperately sought a release of the incredible sexual
energy that was building inside them.  Face to face
pussy rubbing just wasn't providing the intensity of
contact that either woman needed to take her over the
edge.   Their hips shifted slightly in opposite direc-
tions to permit each to force a leg up between her
lover's thighs and press firmly against her hot
wet pussy lips.  With pussy hair tickling hip-
bone, both Marie and Dee rolled and thrust their
cunts against their lover's leg.  Their arms locked
each other in embrace while their lips locked together
in a desperate attempt to become one.

 Within milliseconds of each other, their frantic
quest to please and be pleased was rewarded. Each woman
buried her face in the hair and neck of the other while
sounds of moans, screams and pants filled the room.
Rhythmic pulses of pleasure swept through them as their
bodies drained themselves of their sexual
tension.  Minutes that seemed like hours passed before
either woman stirred from her recovery.
Even then, only tender kisses and soft caresses
stirred them.

 "Oh baby.  That was so wonderful."  Marie
said, who was the first to speak.

 "Oh Mommy.  It was.  I never dreamed that it
could be so absolutely, incredibly beautiful.  I never
felt anything like that ever, ever before."

 "Mommy?  Was it ever like this for you before?"

 Marie opened her mouth to say no and then
paused.  Sweet memories of a young girl's wonderful
evening with a very special friend flooded back to her.
In thinking about it, Marie marveled at how incredibly
similar that other love session so long ago had been to
this exchange shared with her own daughter.  Both had
been virgin experiences in their way.  One introduced
her to the joys of complete lesbian love and one
introduced her to magnificent delights obtained through
violation of one of society's most ancient taboos. One
had led to many wonderful moments with many equally
wonderful women.  Marie could only hope that this one
would lead to equally rewarding results.