I remember when I first began to suspect that my daughter Karen was, if not a lesbian, at the very least bi-sexual. It was one afternoon when I went upstairs to look for something in her bedroom. In one of the dresser drawers, I found several polaroid pictures of two women engaged in sex. It took me a few seconds to realize that one of the women was my daughter. She was sitting in a chair naked, her legs spread apart while some girl was kneeling on the floor with her face pressed into my daughters crotch. I at first was shocked, but the longer I looked at the polaroids, the more sexually excited I became. I had always wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman, but I had never had the courage to try and find out.
I put the photos back in the drawer where I had found them. As I turned to leave the room, I noticed a pair of Karen’s soiled panties laying on top of the clothes hamper in the closet. Without pausing to question myself as to why I would do such a thing, I picked up the blue rayon panties and lifted them to my face. Inhaling the musty aroma emanating from the crotch of the panties, I was suddenly more sexually aroused than I had ever been in my forty-three years of life.
The panties still pressed to my nose, I awkwardly fumbled open my jeans with my free hand and let them slither down my legs to lie in a puddle of denim around my ankles. Sliding my hand under the waistband of my own panties, I curved my fingers into the hollow of my crotch and began masturbating with my daughters soiled panties still held to me face. My orgasm came quickly and strongly and left me weak-kneed and gasping for air…….
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Over the next few weeks, I began paying closer attention to what was happening in Karen’s life. It dawned on me that not many boys seemed to be calling her on the phone, but that she spent a lot of time chatting with other girls. Whenever she thought I might be close enough to hear what she was saying, she would either lower her voice or tell whomever she was talking to that she would call them back later.
Karen seemed to hesitate a long time, as if inwardly debating with herself, then she moved forward and pulled me into her arms. It was as if our roles were suddenly reversed and she was the mature woman and I the teen-aged girl. Slipping her arms around my waist and pulling me against her, I could feel her hands on my buttocks as she kissed me. I parted my lips as her tongue touched my mouth, bringing my own tongue into play as well. Finally we came up for air, but she still held me in her arms, hands and fingers still squeezing the cheeks of my ass.
“What time is it? What time will Dad be home?” she asked, her voice thick and husky.
“Not ’til late,” I managed to reply. “His bowling league is this evening. He bowls every Tuesday,” I added inanely.
“Mom? Do you want to go upstairs?”
Afraid to trust my voice, I nodded my head. Quickly then, taking my hand, she pulled me across the room and up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she began removing her clothing.
“C’mon Mom…let’s get naked!”
My hands were shaking as I pulled my dress over my head and shed my white cotton panties and bra. Karen, completely naked now, pulled me into her arms again and kissed me. The sensation of her naked breasts against my own, our stomachs pressed together, her tongue in my mouth, made me so hot I could barely stand. I offered no resistance as she pushed me towards the bed and onto my back. She gently lowered herself on top of me, our lips still glued together. There was the incredible sensation of her pubic hair merging with my own, her lips sliding down my neck until her tongue found my nipple. Moaning softly as she sucked at my breast, I felt her hand slide in between my legs. A gasp of pure pleasure escaped me as she smoothly inserted two fingers into the damp wetness of my pussy.
“Oh baby,” I groaned, “…I love you so…”
As I squirmed my hips in rhythm with her hand and fingers, her lips slid away from my breast. Her tongue left a silver trail of saliva as it licked its way down over the rise of my stomach. I shivered as her teeth lightly nibbled in the bush of my pubic hair, then her tongue continued its journey and I felt like I was floating as her lips found the sensitive nub of my clit. Reaching down to clasp her head with my hands, I forced her face even deeper into my crotch. “Ohhh baby…don’t stop…please don’t stop…please…” I moaned hoarsely as I washed her face with my pussy. My plea seemed to inspire Karen to even greater feats of magic with lip and tongue, and suddenly I was having a series of violent orgasms that seemed to come in wave after wave of sensation. My legs wrapped in a vise-like grip around my daughters neck as I thrashed about on the bed, my heels beating a tattoo on her slender back, drool escaping my mouth as if I were in the throes of some sort of epileptic seizure, my head rolling from side to side as incoherent babbling poured from my lips…. Finally I floated back down to earth again and weakly unwound my legs from around Karen’s neck and shoulders. Lifting her head from between my legs, her face was wet and shiny from the fluids she had coaxed from my body. She smiled at me and scooted up to lay beside me on the bed, sliding an arm beneath my shoulders and pulling me over onto my side to face her. She kissed me and I could feel the sticky but not unpleasant residue that still adhered to her lips.
“Wow Mom,” she giggled, “…you really got into it, you know?”
“I’m sorry baby, I just…I mean I didn’t know it could be like that!” I responded weakly.
“Don’t be sorry, Mom. I think it’s really cool!” she giggled.
I took a deep breath. “Honey? Do you want me to…do it to you?”
As I asked the question, I cupped a hand over one of her breasts and gently kneaded the softness of it. Her nipple came erect against my palm.
“Do you wanna go down on me Mom?” Her voice was soft and velvet throaty.
“Y..yes…I think I do. I mean if you…if you want me to.”
“Cool. Go for it Mom!”
Karen rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide in invitation. My heart hammering, I awkwardly scooted down on the bed until I was able to lean down and insert my head in between her thighs. My nostrils flared at the pungent woman smell of her, then I closed my eyes and touched my lips to the swollen lips of her pussy. My tongue snaked out and I began to lick her gently, but my lips soon discovered her sensitive clitoris. Sucking and nibbling lightly at first, I soon found myself trying to suck her insides out and I could hear her mews of pleasure somewhere far above my head…
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Karen and I only had sex two or three times after that first time. She is married now with children of her own. But sometimes when she and the kids come over to visit and she kisses me hello, our eyes will meet and a small secret smile will pass between us.
In the meantime, there have been several neighbor ladies that I have had the pleasure of introducing to a different sort of loving….
