Mom Teaches Daughter
Fiction by Candy
© 2023
I knew something was troubling Linda since she was never this mopey around the house. At first I chalked her mood swings up to hormonal changes brought on by puberty. Then this evening she commented on “stupid boys” so I had to butt in.
“Are you having problems with a certain boy, or was that directed at boys in general?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said but I wasn’t buying it.
“It’s something alright. There’s something big bothering you and it’s my job as your mom to help. It’s in my mommy contract.”
At least that solicited a smile.
“Mom, it really isn’t a big deal, and it isn’t really about boys either. It’s just that Sophia all of a sudden is flirting with all the boys in school, you know, like puffing her chest out to make her breasts more prominent, and she doesn’t want to hang with me and Lindsey as much anymore.”
“So, what’s the worst thing: Sophia interested in boys, that her breasts are growing faster than yours, or that the boys are paying attention?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. Yeah, the fact my boobs are not growing like I thought they would is bothering me, but I guess I really like Sophia a lot and she seemed to like me, but now…”
Oh-oh, I thought. I sensed dangerous territory around the corner. I wasn’t naïve in thinking that Linda didn’t recognize my special relationships with women friends. After all, I hadn’t slept with a man in ages, and basically wasn’t interested in men much after Linda’s dad left us. Did she sense how I felt, and was at least comfortable thinking of Sophia and maybe Lindsey too as more than friends? How was I going to handle this?
“I guess it’s easy for me to say but I think your breasts are growing nicely, especially since I hope they’re not as big as mine.”
“Why?”
I chuckled. “Big breasts like mine are heavy and they sag as you get older. Not a pretty sight.”
“But yours aren’t, like, sagging.”
“Maybe not yet, but they are heavy and it’s only a matter of time. Besides, I believe in the long run that perky and firm beats huge.”
“Okay, but men look at yours all the time, like when we go the store and things. That’s what I want; people to notice me instead of having all the boys looking at Sophia instead.”
“Is this about boys? Or is this about Sophia changing?”
“Oh Mom, you know it’s about Sophia. I mean, like you and Charlotte…”
Charlotte was my best friend and lover. “I’m thinking that it’s time we had a serious talk.”
It was Linda’s turn to laugh. “I thought that’s what we were having?” She grew serious and then said, “I know you like women, and I think that I do to. I’d like to find out if Sophia could be like a girlfriend, but I’m afraid she’d think I was queer. And yes, that’s why it bothers me that she’s paying attention to boys. You’re not mad at me are you?”
Her seeing through me should not have been a surprise. I had to address the ‘queer’ word quickly, though. “It’s not queer to like someone of the same sex. That word is wrong. I don’t only like women anyway.”
She pounced on that, “Your bisexual. That’s okay I think. But I don’t know anything about sex so I only know that I wish I could be with Sophia, like, naked, and touch her. I don’t feel that way about any boy.”
I wasn’t going to challenge her on how she even knew the word, although in today’s awareness of LGBTQ issues I shouldn’t be surprised. “Nothing you’re feeling is wrong, sweetheart, but I’m not sure I know how to help,” I said.
“I know, Mom. If only you could somehow talk to Sophia, you know, like feel her out.”
“Or maybe feel her up,” I said and instantly regretted it, based on my daughter’s expression.
“Do YOU have feelings for Sophia?”
“No honey, that was a bad joke. Me touching Sophia would be a very bad thing anyway.” I paused and then added, “I’m sorry I don’t have any answers for you. I’ll give some thought to how you can let Sophia know how you feel without getting hurt if she’s not a lesbian.”
“Is that what I am, a lesbian?”
I hugged her to me and said, “It’s just a label. You are who you are, and no label like lesbian or bisexual really matters.”
“I love you, Mom.” And that was it for the discussion. For now…
Later that night as I stepped out of the shower, she surprised me by being in the bathroom with me. “Is something the matter, hon?”
“I wanted to, like, look at you.” And that’s what she was doing. I couldn’t remember the last time she saw me naked; maybe when she was a little girl. “Wow, you’re smooth down there. No hair, I mean.”
My brain shouted cover up but I fought the urge. “I shave and sometimes get it waxed.”
“What does that mean—waxed?”
I ushered her out of the bathroom and toward my bed where we sat down. I explained what a wax job was, and she looked as dubious as I would if I was hearing about the process for the first time. Her eyes alternated between my breasts and my crotch.
“I think it looks good,” she said before adding, “I have a little hair, you know, and I wish I still was like I was when I was little. Is that why you shave it?”
This was going to be the hard part. I could lie but I figured she’d see through me. “I’m going to explain something, and I really don’t know how much you already know. When a man and a woman have sex it’s usually the man putting his penis in the woman.”
“Yeah, I know that part,” she said.
“Okay, but when two women have sex it almost always is oral. What I mean is that one woman will use her mouth on her partner’s most sensitive parts—like down there,” I said while pointing to my exposed vulva. “I don’t like to use my mouth with hair there, and my friends don’t like it either.”
“With your mouth?” she exclaimed in awe. “You mean like kissing it?”
I laughed nervously. “I didn’t think we’d have this conversation until later, but you’re making me a proud mom for talking to me candidly about what can be a touchy subject.”
It was her turn to laugh. “That’s a pretty good pun—‘touchy subject’—like what you were saying about sex and touching. We learned about puns in school.”
“And now you’ll learn about sex at home. Yes, like kissing and licking and fun stuff like that.” I was certainly blushing—I felt the flush.
She looked at my crotch again. “You mean that if someone licks down there it feels good? The same place where I pee?”
“As strange as that might seem to you, the answer is yes. In fact it feels better than good. You probably don’t know this, or discovered it for yourself, but there is a little place in there that is very sensitive and is usually the spot that can give a woman an orgasm. It’s called the clitoris, and you’ve got one too.”
“What is an orgasm, Mom?”
“Wow, let me see how to explain it. It’s the great feeling you get from sex that makes it all worthwhile. Someday you’ll have one and then you’ll know what it is.”
“Okay, but can you show me your clitoris so I know where mine is?”
“Oh honey, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. I mean, in showing you I might get aroused and that wouldn’t be right with you and not a lover. Do you understand?”
“You mean you might get an orgasm just from showing me? That would be, like, really cool!”
“Cool, huh?” I said as I pondered the ramifications of sexual show-and-tell with my own daughter—for me as well as for her. If she really was pondering a move on her friend Sophia then maybe this lesson was a good thing. I learned everything through trial and error experimentation when I was a bit older than Linda. Would I have benefitted by learning from my mother, that’s if she hadn’t been so puritanical about all things sexual? I took the plunge, “Are you ready to get naked like me?”
“Are you going to show me?” she said with only a hint of trepidation.
“I’ve decided to teach you more than that,” I said as she pulled off her nightgown and then her panties. I fetched a small make-up mirror and handed it to her, noticing that her nipples were puckered and blushing deep red. Was I arousing her? I then thought that it was a natural reaction after what she confessed to earlier.
Back sitting on my bed, I spread my thighs for her and using my fingertips I exposed my clit. “This little piece of me is the magic clitoris. I’ll be honest, mine is very sensitive and according to my friends more sensitive than theirs.”
She leaned down for a closer look, and the most natural of reactions took place—I got wet. “Something happened, Mom. I saw it,” she declared in amazement.
“I’m sure it did. When you looked I thought about having another woman that close, and I got aroused. I grew wet from natural lubrication. That happens when you’re aroused for sex.”
She looked into my eyes, and I saw it. Something was happening to her too.
“Can I like touch you?” she said barely above a whisper.
I was about to let my daughter of all people touch me. Could I fight what was inevitably going to happen? And did I want to? “Yes, you can, but be careful.” She tenderly and tentatively placed a fingertip on my clit and I gasped.
“It moved! Did I hurt you?” she asked with concern clearly in her voice.
“You did the opposite of hurt me. I really do love to be touched there,” I said, and heard the yearning in my voice. Linda undoubtedly heard it too.
“Oh Mom, you’re so beautiful and I feel so funny touching you like this. Am I aroused because I want to touch you?”
“What if it was Sophia sitting here? How would you feel?” She visibly shook so I knew the idea hit home. “Aroused for sure,” I whispered, looking at her. I placed one hand at the side of her face and tenderly placed the other on one of her breasts. “You’re beautiful too, sweetheart. You’ll be a good lover, for Sophia or anyone else.” She was flushed and her thighs involuntarily separated. I knew the sensation.
She gazed into my eyes and whispered, “Can you pretend to be Sophia and let me love you?”
If I said I didn’t think it would come to this I would’ve been fooling myself. “I’ll do better than that, honey. I’ll make love to you. But first I’m going to introduce you to your own clitoris, okay?”
She nodded vigorously.
With the mirror in hand I did the same thing she’d done with me a few moments ago. “Hold this while I find your darling little nub.” She held the mirror and looked down in awe as I used my fingers to spread her immature labia to locate her clit. Somehow I expected it to be immature too, yet there it was—pink, swollen and proud. And she was extremely wet.
Oh my God, I’m going to do it! “How does this feel?” I asked as I dipped my fingertip into her wetness before slowly massaging her clit with it as she looked at the reflection in the mirror.
She emitted a hiccupping sound before telling me it felt “different.”
I said, “You’ve never kissed another girl, I’m sure. If I’m going to make love to you then it has to start with a kiss.”
“A k-k-kiss is part of sex?”
“Remember what I said about using your mouth,” I said and smiled. She got it. I put out my arms for her and she fell into them after tossing the mirror aside. I kissed her as I would any lover. She didn’t understand the tongue part but soon got into it and was kissing back with obvious pent-up passion.
When our lips separated, she whispered “I love you, Mom…for this.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. I’m so glad you came to me for this, telling me about how you feel about Sophia and all.” We were lying on our sides and I made sure her budding little breasts were touching mine. My hand went back to her vulva and once again I marveled at her level of lubrication. I didn’t remember getting that wet when I was her age and had those vague sexual thoughts. Maybe it was because things weren’t so vague for her at the moment, thinking of Sophia.
“Don’t forget…mouths,” I muttered as I skid down and suckled on one of her nipples.
“Oh Mom, that feels good! Would you like me to do that to you?”
“Later, but right now it’s all about you.”
I nibbled, licked and sucked on first one nipple and then the other before sliding farther down, trailing my tongue past her navel and to her glorious, peach fuzz-covered pubic mound. She continued to moan and once when I looked up she had her eyes closed. I didn’t linger and went right for her clit. She nearly yelped and immediately grew wetter still, so much so that her juices flowed like a small river down her inner thighs. I licked up a dollop of the sweetest juice imaginable before going back to licking and nibbling on her clit.
Was I wrong in doing this? In my mind incest was wrong, but right now in my heart this felt so right.
While sucking on the little pearl I slipped a finger into her and immediately felt her hymen. Would a boy someday destroy this thin sacred membrane? I sincerely hoped not.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh I feel so funny! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried. Her skinny legs shook and the little river became a flood. Finally she gasped, “Was that an orgasm?”
“What do you think?” I said, smiling, as I studied her reaction and tried to remember my first, which was as with most girls self-induced.
Just wait until I got her a vibrator!
“Mom, that was soooooo special!” she exclaimed. I urged her to touch herself, to explore the wetness. “Why am I all wet?” she asked. “Did I pee?”
“No hon, that’s natural girl lubrication,” and went on to explain about penises and penetration. She drank it all in with wide-eyed wonder before she said the magic words: “Can I do it to you now so you can have an orgasm.”
I coached her on proper technique but her efforts were more exploratory than sexual, and that was okay as far as I was concerned. At one point she said, “Is this what I look like inside?”
“We are pretty much all alike, although since I’ve given birth—to you, my little angel—I’m bigger, not as tight as you are at your age. You’re still maturing.”
She stuck a couple of fingers in me and asked about men and penises. I painted a picture of what sex with a man would be like, but quickly told her about her hymen and what would happen to it eventually. “I don’t think I’ll let a boy stick it in me,” she declared with the certainty of youth.
“That’s my girl,” I said before directing her back to my yearning clitoris. She soon got the lick and suck down pat and I began to ramp up toward a good climax. I muttered, “Oh Linda, I’m cumming,” as the big one hit.”
She exclaimed, “Oh wow!” as she looked up and met my eyes. Her mouth and chin were gloriously wet and I wanted to kiss her so much.
And that’s what we did, a long and wonderful kiss that was much more than a simple mother-daughter one could ever be.
We lay together afterwards and continued to talk sex. We talked masturbation, and I promised her I’d show her the joys of toys. Later we showered together and then I shaved her sparse pubic hair until she was baby-smooth and joyful as hell.
“Can we, like, do it again?” she asked so innocently.
“Whenever you want, dear. But it has to remain our secret since some people would say it is wrong.” She said she understood.
As we dressed the conversation turned back to Sophia. “How can I get her to think of me… like that?”
“Sweetheart, you can’t make her what she isn’t. If she wants boys then that’s that. What you could do is invite her over here ostensibly to show her your new bikini and have her bring hers so you can see her in it. Of course what you want is to see her out of it, right?” I said with a grin.
“Oh yeah!” she said enthusiastically.
“Make sure she sees that you’re shaved and ask her about it if she has hair down there. Getting her to shave would be a good opportunity to touch her and tell her how much you want to be more than a friend. The worst that can happen is she freaks out but you can assure her that even if she doesn’t want that, you can still be regular friends.”
“I guess so. I’ll try it.” She thought for a moment and then added, “Well, if not Sophia there still could be Lindsey.”
My daughter, the budding, hot little lesbian on the make!
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“Hey Mom, I’ve got an idea!” my daughter yelled from her bedroom on the morning of the day before Sophia was invited over for the “bikini try-on.”
“What is it, smarty-pants?” I shouted back.
She walked out of her room, naked and nonchalant about it now that we’d made love. “Charlotte has a pool, right?” When I nodded she continued, “What if we all put on bikinis and went to Charlotte’s to use the pool? Maybe you and Charlotte can, like kiss a little and fool around in front of Sophia and get her thinking of lesbian stuff.”
Charlotte was my best friend and lover. “I take it this ‘fooling around’ will happen after you two try on the bikinis so she can see you naked.”
“Yes. But Mom, do you think we can figure out a way for her to see either you or Charlotte naked too?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I’ll think about it and talk it over with Charlotte beforehand anyway.”
That evening I invited Charlotte over with the express intent that she stays the night. I needed it and it wasn’t right to make sexual demands of my daughter. Linda and I had to go real slow on that front. When she arrived I saw that Charlotte was as horny as I was and I couldn’t wait to get her into bed. First, though, we had to discuss Sophia and Linda and the big plan; it was her pool after all.
“I think it’s great Linda came out to you like she did,” Charlotte said once we were in bed for the night. She didn’t know that my daughter did more than come out to me, and I wanted it to remain that way at least for now. As she played with my suddenly taut and aching nipples she continued, “I assume this Sophia is a hot little number.” When I described the girl to her she said, “That might be a problem if we get involved. I mean, it’s not as if we can seduce her if that’s what Linda wants us to do.”
“You’re right, but Linda’s idea has merit. Let the girl see us naked and touching each other, and then let Linda take over from there.”
“I’m thinking of the danger. If they do have sex at my house could I get into trouble, like some delinquency charge?”
“I don’t think so, as long as we don’t get involved or have sex in front of them.”
“But if she’s that cute wouldn’t a foursome be great?” she said with a laugh.
“We’re not going there,” I said sternly, “so why don’t you do more than just lay there and tweak my nipples.”
She did more.
I no longer was afraid to climax loudly and have Linda hear me. Charlotte was a pro at cunnilingus and so by the time she was done and I was screaming, my clit all throbbing nerve endings. Now it was my turn to pleasure her and experience acoustic confirmation of my talents.
After Charlotte left in the morning, Linda asked me point-blank if she could watch me and Charlotte the next time we made love. I explained that Charlotte would object to it but my explanation rang hollow and I knew she hadn’t bought it.
We talked about our day and how we would proceed over to Charlotte’s house once she got Sophia to change into her bikini here. “How do we get Sophia to see you and Charlotte naked?” she asked. “Maybe you guys can talk her about how she’d look in different bikini styles like yours.”
“That might not be a bad idea. Charlotte could nonchalantly ask her to try on one of hers since she’s not as big as me up top. That could accomplish two things: impress upon Sophia that we think of her as an adult and get her to see Charlotte naked. What do you think?”
“I think you’re the best mom a girl could have,” she beamed.
When Sophia showed up I had my chance to check her out with new eyes, knowing that my daughter wanted a sexual relationship with the young blond. In tight shorts and a midriff-baring top she did look delicious. I kept my fingers crossed for Linda’s sake. I crossed my legs for my sake.
Linda led her friend to her bedroom and closed the door, though leaving it slightly ajar—for me. I stood outside the bedroom and listened in. Linda didn’t waste much time in getting undressed in front of Sophia.
“You’re, like shaved,” Sophia uttered, her surprise evident.
“Oh yeah,” Linda said. “Aren’t you?”
“N… no. I guess I never thought about it. But you look… nice.”
“Do you like my new bikini?” my daughter asked, probably while putting it on. Sophia said she liked it, and then she must be showing hers because Linda said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this but yours is kinda old-fashioned. You’ve got a better body than mine and should show it off. How about trying on my old one? It might not be big enough up top but then again that might not be a bad thing.” Both girls giggled.
Along with the sound of rustling clothes I heard Linda whisper, “Oh Sophia, you have the greatest body. I wish we could go naked just so I could keep looking at you.”
All was quiet for a few moments and then Sophia said, “Do you… like girls?”
There was Linda’s opening, I thought, and prayed she would handle it well.
“I really don’t know. I guess I’d rather look at a girl than a boy, and maybe that’s from my mother.”
“Your mom?”
Like telling a secret, in a hushed voice Linda said, “My mother has a girlfriend, and they have sex.”
“Is her girlfriend the one who has the pool?”
“Yeah, her name is Charlotte and she is such a great person so I know my mom is truly happy.” After more silence Linda asked, “You’re not afraid of my mother and me if we like girls, are you?”
“I guess not. It’s just a little weird.”
“It’s not weird at all, actually. I think it’s kind of natural. I mean, I am attracted to you but that has nothing to do with our friendship. That’s more important to me.”
“You really like me… like that?”
“Sure, I’d love to kiss you and touch you but I never would do anything if you didn’t want to. Like I said, we’re friends first and foremost, and I hope that doesn’t scare you. It’s just a natural thing, like my mom talks to me about all the time.”
“It sounds like your mom talks to you all the time about sex.”
Linda chuckled, and I got nervous about what she’d say. She said, “Not all the time, (another laugh) that would be silly, but yes, she is open with me.” That was okay. “What about your mom?” Linda asked.
“My mom would probably rather die than to talk to me about sex,” Sophia answered with an audible sigh.
“That’s too bad. I’d volunteer my mother to teach you but that would be, like, a bad idea, I think. Unless you like girls, that is. Okay, let’s go to Charlotte’s house so you can show off how great you look in my bikini.”
The girls giggled as I hastened away from the bedroom door. I had my bikini in a tote bag, fetching it before I addressed the girls as they emerged from Linda’s room. “Do you two have your bathing suits on under your clothes?” I asked.
Linda said, “No Mom, I figured like you we’d put them on over Charlotte’s house.”
“That works for me,” I said as I lifted the tote to indicate where my bikini was. “You okay with that, Sophia? You won’t be embarrassed to change with us around?”
She murmured that she’d be okay with it, yet I wondered what was going through her mind since Linda told her about my sexual preference. I knew I needed to assure her that Charlotte and I wouldn’t bite—or even nibble.
While I drove, the girls talked about social media girl stuff, which meant it was all inconsequential as far as a mother is concerned. I snuck as many peeks as I could at Linda in the passenger seat as well as Sophia in the rear-view mirror, assessing my daughter’s demeanor toward her friend who she was basically trying to seduce and Sophia’s body language as a result. So far the odds looked about even.
Charlotte met us at the door already wearing her bikini. I thought so much for our plan but hoped we could still do something to help Linda out before the day was up. She led us through her house, an amazing structure that was all hers courtesy of the divorce settlement, and to the sunroom that led out to the pool and patio.
“You can change into your swimwear here while I get some refreshments. Is Coke okay?” After we agreed she added, “I’m thinking of trying on a couple of new bikinis. I’ll do it here so you girls can tell me what you think.”
Ah… the plan was still in play.
Linda gave me a surreptitious wink as we nonchalantly got undressed. Sophia hesitated but soon joined us in disrobing. Linda gave me a knowing look so I took the cue and said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying Sophia that you have a great body. I bet you’ll develop nicely through your teens and be real hot.”
She blushed and said, “Thank you, Mrs. Ventura.”
Naked now and holding my bikini in my hand I said, “No need for Mrs. Ventura, please call me Molly.”
“Okay, Molly,” she responded, yet Molly knew there was more to be said. Eventually, “You’ve got a fantastic body, like, a lot nicer than my mother’s.”
I responded, “Why, thank you, dear,” as Charlotte returned topless with a couple of colorful bikinis dangling from her hand.
She’d heard Sophia so she said, “Yes, she has a great body, only one of the reasons I love her so much,” as she walked to me and kissed me full on the mouth, our breasts pressed together. When I turned to Sophia she was blushing as she pretended she hadn’t seen the kiss and instead hastened into her bikini. Charlotte wiggled out of her bottom and held out one of the bikinis, a bright aqua blue one that appeared to have more string than fabric. As she slowly put it on she asked the girls, “Okay you two, what about this one?”
I was pretty sure that Sophia had glanced at Charlotte’s bald crotch before the bottoms were put on and tied. She was still blushing as Linda giggled and gleefully said, “With that one you might as well go naked.”
Charlotte only held the top against her chest and laughed, “Isn’t that the idea?” She then pointedly asked Sophia what she thought.
The blushing girl mumbled that it was “pretty.”
“It is, isn’t it,” Charlotte said. “Linda’s right though. It’s much too revealing for a big breasted woman like me, hanging out all over the place. That’s why I’m thinking this one is made for you. Would you like to try it on?”
When Sophia didn’t answer, Linda jumped in with, “Oh come on, you’ve gotta try it on.”
Charlotte unabashedly took the bottoms off and approached Sophia. “Here, I’ll help you,” she said as she pulled the string to untie the girl’s top without waiting for a reply.
Linda and I watched the exchange with wide-eyed anticipation. To me, Sophia was obviously nervous about having the older woman touch her so intimately as she helped her out of her bikini and into the skimpy blue one. I caught the quick glances Sophia made to Charlotte’s shaved vulva, and when the girl imperceptibly shuddered Linda took my hand and squeezed. She saw it too and was encouraged by it.
To her credit, Charlotte didn’t bat an eye when Sophia suddenly asked, “Did you like touching me? I mean, I know you like other women, like Mrs. Ventura—Molly.”
“Oh Sophia, I didn’t touch you ‘like that’, but I can’t change the fact that you are a very desirable girl and I am aroused by being close to you.”
“Aroused? You mean like wanting sex?”
“Well, yes, that’s the bottom line, I guess. I’m not sure how frank I should be with you. What do you know about sex, since I hope you’re still a virgin?”
“I am,” she replied, leaving the part about sex knowledge unanswered.
“How does she look, guys?” Charlotte asked us as she urged Sophia to face our way. Charlotte then began to try on the other new bikini, this one a rainbow inspired multi-colored one that had a tad more fabric.
Sophia indeed looked great and older than her years. However, I let Linda do the talking. “You look fantastic!” she gushed. “You have to look at yourself in the mirror!”
Charlotte mentioned in which room they’d find a big enough mirror, and Linda led a tongue-tied and still blushing Sophia off to get that self-appraising look. “That was an Oscar level performance, you sly devil,” I said to Charlotte.
“I do have a history of successful seductions, don’t I?”
“I’d say you do,” and then we were together again and kissing passionately. When our lips separated, I said, “She is edible, isn’t she?”
“Oh God yes! If it weren’t for her age and making you jealous I’d take her in a second.”
I chuckled, “You don’t need to worry about me being jealous. We made the commitment to each other that things won’t be exclusive until that day comes when we’re ready to make it so. The girl’s age is, of course, the prohibition.”
“Do you think Linda’s making her move in there?”
“She could be, although I warned her not to be overly aggressive lest she scare Sophia away.”
“The girl did give off vibes…”
“And you sure responded to them,” I said, and we both giggled like schoolgirls.
Charlotte whispered to me, “What if I suggest we go topless? You know the pool area is very private. Should I do it?”
“What if I get Linda to ask instead?”
“Even better. I’d love to be able to look at those two lovely developing bumps all afternoon.”
I couldn’t resist the tease, “Do you mean Sophia’s or Linda’s?”
“Stop it! I know you’re teasing me but you know I would never go there.”
“I know,” I said. We were kissing again when the girls rejoined us.
Linda laughed and said, “Do you two ever stop?”
I said, “Not if we can help it.”
Another laugh was followed by, “You can go to the bedroom while Sophia and I swim. We don’t need to be watched.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You just want some privacy so you can seduce her,” I said, causing Sophia to go ghost white and slack-jawed. She pulled Linda away from us but we still overheard most of their conversation.
“Is she right?” Sophia said. “Is that what you really want?”
“Like I already admitted, yes I would but that’s not up to me. That’s your decision, if you want to find out if you’d like girls better than boys. In the meantime, let’s have fun, okay?” Linda walked back toward Charlotte and me and said, “Hey, why don’t we go topless, like, get a tan on top?”
Charlotte said, “How do you feel about that, Sophia?”
I quickly added, “It is kinda fun and naughty to not wear anything up top. What do you say?”
“I guess if you guys want to then I will to,” she said, then added, “Are you sure nobody can see us?”
“Nobody can. It’s only us women,” Charlotte replied.
I saw Sophia’s reaction to be included with ‘us women’ and it confirmed that the seduction was working. I tried to tamp my own arousal as I watched her remove the bikini top with a tentative smile. I wanted her as much as I figured Linda did. We four topless females took our Cokes and went out to poolside. I was curious which one of us had the wettest pussy. Charlotte and I took turns applying sunscreen on each other as the girls jumped into the pool.
“I want you right now,” she whispered to me as I took extra time in rubbing sunscreen on her beautiful breasts.
“Later, darling… not around the girls,” I whispered back.
As we pulled two lounge chairs together and sat in them, still with a low voice she said, “Linda’s lucky, if she gets to play with that cute doll.”
I watched the girls frolic in the water and imagined my daughter exploring the young feminine beauty that was Sophia. The pretty girl turned me on, but certainly not as much as she’d aroused my lover. Charlotte was also watching the girls, and whether she was conscious of it or not her hand was inside her bikini bottoms. I wasn’t about to spoil the moment by saying anything to her. I let her fantasize.
Later in the afternoon we’d all had too much sun and so we thanked Charlotte and prepared to leave. Charlotte surprised me by asking if she could go with us to visit for a few more hours. The look on her face told me that ‘visit’ was a euphemism for sex. I supposed we could play as long as the girls were occupied or had left the house.
While we sipped wine and while the girls were behind Linda’s closed bedroom door, Charlotte’s arousal was palpable. “Oh Molly, I need it bad,” she finally whispered.
“We can go into my bedroom, but I’d worry about the girls.”
“Linda knows…?”
“That I’m a lesbian now? Yes she does.”
“So, what’s the problem? They’re probably getting it on in there right now, so why can’t we…?”
She talked me into it.
Charlotte urgently pulled me along to my own bedroom and closed the door behind us. She wasn’t patient enough for me to undress myself and pawed at my clothes after ditching hers. I joked, “Hold your hornies, will you?”
“I can’t,” was her reply, and once I touched her soaking wet vulva I knew she wasn’t kidding. We curled together in a sixty-nine configuration on my bed and brought each other to ecstasy. This time Charlotte came before I did, yet both of us were quite loud.
Hours later after Charlotte and Sophia were gone, Linda breathlessly told me about Sophia’s reaction to the day’s events. “We overheard you guys making love, and she got so excited hearing all the noises you made. It gave me a chance to talk to her more about girl sex. I knew she was aroused but I had to be, like, careful. We ended up kissing and I got her to touch me while we were naked!”
Linda was obviously horny talking about it. I said, “Did she say anything about touching you?”
“It was like she was exploring my body, you know like how it was different from hers. And we talked about shaving her down there. She did seem to like kissing though, the way you showed me.”
I chuckled, “Plenty of tongue action?”
She laughed, “Oh Yeah!”
“So what do you think? Will she go for more?”
“I think so, but she did hint that she’d like to see Charlotte again too, so I have a hunch she was thinking of her and you more than of me.”
“Don’t let that bother you, sweetheart. We would never let that happen. She’s yours.”
However, regardless of what I said the Sophia possibilities swirled in my mind and my panties were moist.
We would see what transpired.
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