Gangbang with Susan 1.

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, lingerie, 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 sexually 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 something 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 acted 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 reddening 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 thinking 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 together. 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.