Does This Feel Right? Part 2

by stormy

So as I mentioned in Part One, my mom Linda is in her late 40s and I'm 25 with a new little baby girl who is three months old. I am breastfeeding, and its a fun new experience for me and my mom, and her girlfriend Diana.

Well, Diana, my mom's girlfriend, is an avid reader of lesbian lolita. And so I found my mom's link when I was using her computer last week, and I found this site, and read some of the stories here. This made me think about the possibilities.

And as I also mentioned, mom was a lesbian from day one. She had fake boyfriends all through high school. She had crushes on the older girls when she was 11 and 12, I am not sure if they got a hold of her when she was young, but yes, sometimes I do fantasize about my mom getting held down and molested by the older girls in school. I wonder if it happened that way? How did she first know she liked the pleasure of women?

Well anyway, from my early youth, I knew my mom had girlfriends, and that some of them were nicer than others. They would come over and spend the night. I heard sounds coming from mom's room, and I did hold my ear to her door back then as well. I wondered to myself, "What do women do together, that makes sounds like that?" I played with my little pussy and tried to imagine what they were doing. How did two women make love?

Well, sometimes I would hear my mom's voice moaning and crying, and sometimes it would be her girlfriend or lover who was making noises. I guess I never realized they would use their mouths although it's obvious, I just figured they took turns moaning. How silly we are when we are little girls, but it takes someone to remove the ignorance and really show us the possibilities.

Well, as for the possibilities, I learned about lesbian love when I was 8 years old. One of mom's girlfriends, had sex with me. I never told mom about it, but I am sure she would be aroused if I did tell her.

Mom's lover had obviously planned it. She drove me to a hotel room, and locked the door behind her. In that room, she taught me how to pleasure a woman.

She had told my mom that she was taking me shopping, but she had planned to make love to me. She took me to the bed and explained that she was going to show me about what her and my mommy do.

I was overwhelmed and a bit scared, but she was nice to me, and I decided I would participate, or at least, I didn't protest as she undressed in front of me, and undressed me. She lay me back on the bed, pulling back the covers and exposing the white sheets.

She made love to me for about three hours in that hotel room. Mostly it was her licking me deliberately and purposefully, for quite a long time. She taught me how to really eat pussy like a pro. My point is that I am good at eating beavie. She showed me that day, what a woman's mouth could do, to a little girl's pussy. She ate me on my back with my legs up high, she had me ride her face like it was a saddle horse, she had me kneel on all fours while she ate my little butthole, she did everything to me. I can still remember the feeling of being so grown up and special, I knew she was enjoying my little body.

I tried to show these moves to my sister, who was 10 at the time, but she didn't like it. I felt really sad, because I wanted to show her what I'd learned, and we do still have a deep love for each other, but for her, she never really accepted the idea of mom being a lesbian, and so she seemed to resist. But I did find other girls to practice with, and to learn what lesbianism and bisexuality were about.

Well I never told my mom what her girlfriend did to me. But as my adult lover drove me home from the hotel, I knew more about how lesbians can make each other happy. And when this same lady came over and made love to my mommy after that, she also found opportunities to rub her ass in my face or fondle my little crotch when mom wasn't looking. I didn't complain, in fact I liked it and would try to make opportunities for her to pleasure me when mom was near.

She would wear a t-shirt with nothing under it and lift it up while pushing my face down into her pussy. I guess looking back, she was kind of rough with me, and with what she did to me in that hotel room, spanking me and all that, but I had to learn what was possible, and so I just usually went into another frame of mind after that, when she'd molest me around my mom. She'd take my head and just grind her pussy on my face for say fifteen seconds, while mom was in the other room. I would extend my tongue and try to hit the nub of her clit while she did. I didn't resist at all. And then just as quickly, when mom came back into the room, she'd release me and drop her t-shirt. I obviously had a dazed expression and was liking my lips. I wonder now why mom would leave the room so long sometimes. It was almost like she knew I was being molested, and liked to come in and interrupt it. Hmm.

Well mom's lover would definitely push the envelope. Even when mom was in the room, just a week after our hotel encounter, she was rubbing me under the blanket, while mom sat right there and watched TV with us! I liked having her hand under the blanket rubbing my pussy while mom was nearby. A couple times I looked up at mom and she was staring at the lump under the blanket, that was her lover's hand, molesting my pussy. She carried on like that even more brazenly, while mom stared. Hmm, I guess now its obvious how mom made me into a lesbian.

Well just when it got hot, she wasn't my mom's girlfriend anymore and I never saw her again.

Mom has a condition called cerebral palsy, which as I mentioned, makes one side of her body weaker, and more fragile. But she's still very tough, and I love her strength. But sometimes, I have pushed her around, I will admit. Once I got to be 13 or 14, I could easily hold mom down or smack her if I wanted to. I will admit, I beat my mother at times.

Well, it's not like I beat her "up", but I did slap her across the face hard, and knock her down a few times, when she was telling me what to do. Hmm, maybe it was because her girlfriend had crafted me into a lesbian? I don't know what, but when mom would try to ground me or punish me, sometimes I hauled off and knocked her silly. Yes, I can remember the thrill of seeing my mother dazed from one good smack. I know it's sick, but it probably contributes to how I feel about her now, ten years after my early teens. But yes, I have continued even now, to occasionally lose my cool, and let mom have it. I typically don't hit her across the face anymore, but it's like she knows how to push my buttons emotionally, and so at times I have hurled objects at her. Sometimes they hit hard, like the water bottle I threw, which hit her in the back, and left a good bruise. I did feel really bad about that, but it's almost like mom pushes my buttons on purpose?!

And sometimes I do verbally abuse her as well, calling her a stupid dyke, and hurtful things, I cruelly call her stupid sometimes. also it has to do with my medications, sometimes I am meaner than other times.

Okay well anyway, that was a while so. Since then, I have stopped abusing her, and I've had my second child, a girl. Nowadays, its almost like we never fought, we are getting along better than ever. But yes we do still fight.

Well, I am explaining all this to give some better contextual understanding to the first part of my story, where I explained what I did a few days ago, allowing my mother to feel me up in the shower, and then nurse from my breasts, and finally my rubbing her to a nice climax while she sat there and took it, enjoying every second.

So, you may be wondering why I would break this taboo, and finally take my mother as my lover and slave? And also that she would submit to me so completely? Well, I am giving you the background, so you can judge for yourself. Did mommy set me up to be lesbianized by her girlfriend when I was little? Do I recent her for that, yet do I also actually enjoy women? Why am I thrilled and aroused when I dominate or beat my mother? I am still just a girl in many ways, and it is for you to judge me after reading my story.

So anyway, to pick up the story where I left off, mom was sitting on the toilet with her jeans around her ankles. Her knees were apart, her pussy slick and wet from my having given mommy her first handjob from her daughter. I enjoyed it far more than anything, it was thrilling to feel her on my fingertips, and to know that my mommy was utterly and completely mine. I held my lip between my teeth as I considered how I was going to use her next.

My body was nude before her, and my hand was wet with her womanly lube. I smiled and licked my fingers and she stared at me through her thick glasses as if I was the devil incarnate. She had never imagined anything like this would happen, and I intended to give her what she really wanted.

"Clean yourself up and meet me in the bedroom." was all I said as I wrapped a towel around myself and shut the bathroom door quietly. I tiptoed through the kitchen past the sleeping babies and into mom's room. I laid naked on the bed and simply waited for mom to come into the room.

She opened the door and limped as she always did, around the bed, and sat in her chair. She looked straight ahead at the TV and not at me. I switched the TV off and there was a few seconds of silence. She didn't look at me.

"Mommy, I want you to lie on the bed next to me." I said.

She got up obediently, and laid down next to me. I caressed her face. I didn't want to hurt her, since she'd been given a negative diagnosis from her doctors, I knew that only the most rich and deep love, would perhaps heal my mom, and I loved her, frail body and lesbian all, I adored my mommy more than anything, and I was determined to spend as much time between now and then, pleasuring her, by having her pleasure me.

I knelt up, and straddled her waist, my big round white ass now pointing directly at her face. I arched my back and gave her a good show. My pussy was freshly shaven like a baby and was of course freshly washed by her own hand, so I knew she was in heaven as it was inches from her face.

I glanced over my shoulder, waggling it gently and slowly in her face more. I said nothing for a while, just teased her with it. My hand went into her jeans and I found her bald pussy to still be flowing with lube. I forced two fingers into mom's wet slit. I was amazed that she had ever given birth to my sister and I. her pussy was as tight as an adolescent girl. I swear I had to fight hard to even get a third finger into her snatch, and when I did she moaned. I had a sick thought of a nice hard cock fucking her. I knew whomever got to fuck this tight little cooze, would like it.

"Mommy, I know you want to kiss my pussy," I said to her finally "but to earn the right, you first have to eat my asshole. So get going, and don't stop."

It took maybe half a second if that, before she latched onto my butthole. She started sucking my ass as if chocolate ice cream was expected to flow from it. Mmmm, it felt great to have my own mommy sucking my butt and feverishly licking my asscrack. I encouraged her as she felt me up with her tongue. I told her "Yeah just like that" as she slurped her strong tongue into the divot of my butthole. I told her "Use your tongue harder, use your neck! Get your tongue up there dammit!" as I reached back and roughly forced her face into my butt. I cut off her air, and held her there, trapped between my asscheeks. I have to admit, I truly enjoyed it, holding her there so that her nose and mouth were sealed, and my weight pressed down on her chest, but she couldn't draw in breath. All she could draw in was more of my ass.

I held her there, and noticed that even though she couldn't breath, she didn't stop her tongue's quest to burrow as deep into my asshole as it could. I knew she was trying to get me to let her breathe, by seeking my pleasure, but I did not release her, I more firmly gripped her jaw and face with my asscheeks, and re-gripped her head, locking her even tighter deep in my asscrack.

After a moment, her tongue stopped and she spasmodically tried to jerk away, trying desperately to breath. She was running out of oxygen and her limbs began to flail. She was trying to moan or complain, but couldn't because I held her fast. I decided to be a little cruel. I sat all the way back, effectively sitting completely on her face and head.

As she nursed the tiny bit of oxygen in her lungs and struggled hopelessly against the weight of my body and my ass completely covering her whole face and pressing my asscrack down hard onto her face, I ripped her jeans down and pulled her legs up like a baby getting her diaper changed. I held her there for a few humiliating seconds, roughly jabbing three fingers into her pussy as she blacked out.

Finally when I'd had enough, and felt her going limp, I lifted my ass off her face, which made a spit-sounding POP! followed by her long desperate gulp of air, which of course was completely rich with the aroma of my asscrack since I only gave her a tiny crack in the seal, to draw in a breath. I let her drink a few big breaths in, then I sat back down, again trapping her and again, feeling her tongue work my asshole like a child squirming inside an innertube.

Since mom now had lungs full of air, and she was eating my butt like her last meal, and didn't complain when I stretched her to four fingers jamming into her slick pussy, I figured I had read her correctly. As I sat there and my eyes closed partway, at the pleasure mom's digging tongue was giving me, I realized I would have to work much harder, to draw her true powers up.

I knew that even now, as mom was trapped under me, obscenely snuffling and sucking my ass, that she was experiencing tons of endorphins and good healing forces. In a way, I felt that feeding my asshole and my breastmilk to mommy, might heal her, or extend her life a bit longer. And as she obediently took her next breath, then resumed working with her tongue, I knew she was very very happy. And making mommy happy was all that mattered to me at this moment, so I reflexively opened my anus even more, and allowed her to get even deeper up my bum, as she obviously wanted.

Well, I took the remote for the TV, and found a good movie, staying on my knees but settling nicely back onto mom's face. She never lost a step, not even for a second. Her tongue was like my best friend, helping me sit there and watch the movie. I actually forgot all about mom as the commercials came and went, I went into a nice trance where it was just me and her tongue, ever-stronger, ever deeper, licking my butthole.

Well she made me come like that before the movie was over. I didn't even masturbate because I wanted to last longer, but eventually her teasing of my sphincters called forth the volcano in my belly and I grunted as I rubbed my pussy and restricted mom's breath severely. I wanted her not to breath while I came. I held her like that, as I came fiercely, her tongue moving faster and more insistently than ever, and my pussy juices dribbled onto her neck and chest as I was having her concentrate on my ass. I knew she'd enjoy drinking my pussy juices soon enough.

After I had come, I unlocked my asscrack from mom's face with another grasping huge breath as I had held her there for a while, lost in my come. I laid there completely satisfied, and didn't say a word. I didn't even look at mom, but kept watching the TV, rudely, on purpose.

"Get me a water." I told her. And immediately she leapt up, and limped out of the room, and back in with a bottled water for me.

"Open it." I ordered her, and she did.

I extended my hand and took the bottle from her, not looking at her once. I took a drink.

"Undress and kneel in front of me. I want to watch to play with your pussy while I watch the end of the movie." Was what I said to her. She didn't hesitate at all.

Completely shameless now, she fully undressed in two seconds and laid on her good side, rubbing her pussy for me, making sure I could see what she was doing. She was still to the side of me, so I spread my legs and had her kneel between my legs with her head at the foot of the bad. I had her reach back and finger her ass and her pussy at the same time, and yes, I forces her to use her bad arm, and I know it made her uncomfortable, but I felt she needed to work harder for me.

I enjoyed watching TV while mom masturbated herself in front of me. It was the first time I'd really seen mom's pussy up close and again I was amazed at how much like a little girl her pussy looked. It was a nice tight snatch, any cock would be happy to push into her.

Well, after a few minutes, my baby girl was crying for a feeding, so I told mom to get a robe on and go warm up a bottle of milk for her, which she did. I sat there idly playing with my pussy and flipping channels as mom brought my baby girl and a warmed bottle, to me. Since mom had nursed from me, I didn't have much milk, so I just gave her the bottle.

As I sat there nude, holding my little baby girl and mom lay next to me, snuggling up against me like a little puppy against the she wolf, I felt very much empowered. I felt stronger than I had ever felt. However, I knew I would have to kick it up to a higher level, if I was to really find mom's limits, and push against them. As I sat there and watched my daughter suck the nipple, I thought of my mom and her girlfriend Diana, and the lesbian lolita site... My mind raced at the possibilities.