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44 years of life and three kids later, she was certain she knew what she wanted. And what she didn't want. Bisexuality or lesbian sex was one of the things that were on her 'Never' list. She had once had a lesbian encounter. That was 26 years ago. Her eldest daughter would be 26 in a couple of years. It was one of the times that she preferred not to remember. A kiss and the dyke had literally ripped apart her clothes. It was as close to rape as she had ever come, lesbian or otherwise. With time she had developed a certain distrust for women who engaged in homosexual harmony. Little did she know that her own daughter, the eldest one, had similar sexual leanings.
It was the 23rd of December. She hadn't seen Cynthia since Easter. She welcomed her with open arms. She was, at the same time, introduced to Cynthia's new room mate, Jessica. Dirty blonde hair, nice smile and a full face. She took a immediate liking to her daughter's friend. For hours the three women talked. Subjects varied from yoga to vegans to Picasso. By the time they went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, they were fast friends.
A small parentheses is necessary to explain in detail Cynthia's relationship with Simone. Ever since childhood, they have been more friends than blood relatives. Cynthia learned about boys from her mother, as openly as Simone could explain without her face turning red with embarrassment. There was even a time when they both had hots for the same boy. How they became friends from mother and daughter is inexplicable. Though neighbors say that it was mainly due to the strict father/husband that providence had given them. A man who would beat his child and his wife without the least hesitation. Luckily they had gotten rid of him 10 years back.
Dinner was a sumptuous affair. Chicken wings, prepared with Simone's special sauce, Salad, loads of vegetables prepared the Indian way by Jessica were just some of the things on the table. The women got up completely fulfilled and went to the television room. There was nothing very interesting on, apart from a couple of films that Simone wanted to see. But her company was way more hilarious than Jim Carrey. They turned off the television and continued talking. What they talked about, the writer is unable to remember. As many would agree, often women change subjects faster than they change their clothes. Besides their conversation is not in the least important for the subject of this story. What is more important is what happened after.
They went to bed at one in the morning. Simone's house had only two bedroom. Both bedrooms were side by side and they shared the bathroom though the toilets were separate. Her guests took the room to the left while Simone settled into her habitual bed. A heavy stomach is probably not sleep's best friend and Simone soon found herself turning in her bed. Nightmares of past came to haunt her again the very moment she would close her eyes. She had eaten way too much. She lay thus for half an hour in sleepless sleep when noises from the adjoining room reached her ear.
She could hear her daughter giggling along with her new friend. She wondered what these two were doing, up so late. Maybe they couldn't get to sleep either. Curious, she decided she would take a peek. Now many of our readers would not like this behavior of the 44 year old blonde mother, but we must remind you that for her it was natural. She and Cynthia considered each other friends and they often did what friends do. (Well, hopefully not your friends!) She looked inside their room. And then she couldn't move.
Inside the room her beautiful daughter was half naked, wearing nothing but bra and a rather revealing g-string. Her friend was similarly dressed, or shall we say undressed, with red panties that took her fancy. That, of course, wasn't what had stunned her mother. The two girls were in each others arms, their breasts touching each other. Her daughter's hand was on her friend's butt and the two of them were laughing incessantly. Simone's reaction was one of shock and disbelief. Where had she gone wrong? Why was her daughter a lesbian?
Simone wasn't completely right in her lamentations. Cynthia wasn't a lesbian. She was rather bisexual. Very early in her adolescence, she had decided that she liked men and women alike. As luck would have it, she had met Jessica at a bar and the two had taken a liking to each other. A liking that soon took sexual proportions. Their naked bodies were now entangled as the bodies of two lovers. And though they were giggling and smiling, wetness reaped between their legs.
Jessica leaned back and the foreplay began. Simone wanted to shut her eyes, but couldn't. She was instead a witness to an exquisite lesbian kiss in which her daughter was a partner. Jessica had leaned back and Cynthia had leaned into her. Their lips met each other. Soft and wet embraces were exchanged. Jessica moved her fingers behind Cynthia's ears and started caressing her. Cynthia shoved her tongue into her lovers mouth. Soon the last vestiges of modesty were torn from their bodies.
Simone watched it all. The exchanged kisses, the tangling of breasts, the giggles as an ear-ring would get stuck in the hair. And then something unexpected happened. Her initial reactions of disgust and shock gave way to a feeling of desire. She felt her sex starved pussy moisten as she witnessed her own daughter in a lesbian sex scene. Slowly she allowed her own fingers to slip into her panties. She started rubbing her swollen crotch, watching her daughter do much of the same to her girlfriend.
The two girls were now moaning freely. Completely oblivious to Simone's presence in the next room. Their erotic games had taken them too far into the vestiges of passion and lust. They no longer cared if the entire world heard them. Had they but known that Simone could not only hear them, but see them as well, they may have changed their disposition. Or maybe not. For isn't it exciting to know that someone is watching? Especially if this someone is also masturbating herself, as Simone was doing.
Cynthia was now in top of Jessica and was rubbing her crotch against hers. Their nipples, hardened by pleasure, would tickle each other. Slowly she broke the kiss and started to descend down on the naked body, kissing her mantle along the way. Simone's own molestation of her pussy had reached frightening proportions. Her fingers moved fast and true over her clit and soon she found her legs weakening beneath the weight of the pleasure this voyeur enterprise was giving her. She decided it was time she went to bed.
Opening the door of the bathroom wide on her side, and slightly on the side of the girls, she arranged herself in a position that she could see the action in the opposite room from her bed. All this without the girls perceiving that they were being watched. Lying down on the bed, she opened the closet where she hid her sex toys. For a moment she hesitated, wondering which one of her two large vibrators she must choose. She decided on giving them both a try at the sam time. Putting the cushions in a position so that she could see the action in the other room, she lay down on her bed. The slight hum of the vibrators mingled with the moans from the adjoining room. She placed one of the vibrators on her swollen clit and the other on her ass. Yes! Simone had always been an ass woman!
Wetness gushed from both her holes as she manipulated the large vibrators in her mature, if not expert, hands. She raised her right leg over her left one and started grazing her thigh with her toes. Pushing on the button with her fingers, she slowly inserted one of the vibrators into her ass. The other vibrator she placed over her sagging boobs, massaging her pink nipples into instant hardness. Slowly she drew a line with her vibrator over her belly, moving down to her pussy. Again and again she moved the vibrator over her clit and then finally descended it into the oblivion of her wet pussy.
So engrossed Simone had become in her own sex play that she had completely forgotten about the action next door. When she looked up, the girls were nowhere to be seen. She sat up on her bed to get a better look, continuously prodding her two holes with the enormous vibrators. It took her a moment to discern where the girls were.
Cynthia was still on top of Jessica as the two girls lay down on the floor, having left the bed in their ecstasy. Only, now her mouth was kissing the lower lips of her girlfriend. Simone strained to look as her daughters tongue moved over the recently shaved pussy of the new girl. Her lips kissed the moistened pussy, devouring the gushing pre-cum. Her own saliva mingled freely with the juices of her lover. Even from the distance, Simone could see the shuddering that Jessica's lithe body was undergoing. Simone watched fascinated, yet never missing a beat with her own vibrators.
The moans had grown louder and louder. They were all Jessica's. The cute girl was now literally screaming her lungs off, so well Cynthia sucked her cunt. Cynthia's nose tickled her clitoris in harmony with her tongue, that was now moving deeper and deeper into Jessica's wet pussy. Her own hands were busy massaging her own boobs. Neither of the girls realized that Simone was a part of their lesbian love too.
The moans and cries of passion that came forth her ears had driven Simone into uncontrolled lust. Both her vibrators were currently busy marauding her ass, each one fighting the other for supremacy. She could no longer see for the passion had forced her to close her eyes. But she could still hear, and dream. Behind her closed eyes an image formed. The image of her daughter and her girlfriend, eating each other out. Engaging in the very acts that Simone had so strongly abhorred only moments ago. Then, to her surprise, she found her own naked body enter her dreams. With a large dildo strapped on, she moved behind Jessica and entered her tight ass, fucking her like a bitch.
Her ecstasy at her dream induced her hands to plunge both the dildos in her waiting ass hole, which stretched admirably to fit in both of them. Just then screams from the adjoining room forced her eyes open. She looked up again, this time with the dildos vibrating deep inside her ass hole. She saw Jessica's tanned frame jump up and down over her young daughter's mouth. Her body was shuddering from what could only be a massive orgasm. And though she couldn't see it, Simone's mind formed an image of cum gushing down her legs. So realistic was the image that Simone could actually feel her own thighs wet.
By the time Jessica's orgasm had subsided, Cynthia had jumped over her and was kissing every part of her sweet naked body. Simone felt the dire need of similar love. The feeling of another body, mingled in sweat and sex with her own. But there was no one else but her. Slowly she took out one of the vibrators from her ass and plunged it into her pussy. Her finger on the button, her hand held the vibrator as if it were a knife. A knife that she plunged rapidly into her cunt. So ferocious were her actions that her self-imposed silence was broken. Her moans reached the ears of her daughter and her girlfriend.
For the first time the two heads turned towards the bathroom door. They were surprised to find it half opened. Cynthia sneaked a look and was rewarded with the sight of her own mother plunging the dildo in and out of her cunt. She looked at Jessica. She was smiling. "Lets give her a good show!" She said quietly and pushed back her friend on the adjoining couch, from where they could see right into Simone's room. A twisted smile now formed on the lips of the blonde daughter of Simone. She laid back and opened her legs wide for Jessica's hand.
Jessica's fingers plunged into the wetness between Cynthia's legs with the same ferocity as the vibrators plunged into the cunt of her mother. Soon the moans of her mother were joined by the throaty screams of the daughter. Jessica put in her middle finger, hitting the g-spot almost immediately. Her thumb moved over Cynthia's clit. Both of these highly sensitive spots were simulated at the same time. The result was instantaneous.
The throaty screams of Cynthia died away in a gushing orgasm. Her throat couldn't utter another sound as she gasped for breath. All this time her mother's eyes were on her. She had perceived that she the girls had discovered her voyeuristic activity and were watching her. Through her bed she saw her daughter spasm from a massive orgasm. Lust knows no bounds, or at least Simone's lust knows no bounds. She manipulated her own tools to induce a nice orgasm to match the one of her daughter, almost at the same time.
Cynthia's head was turned towards her mothers bed even through her own orgasm. So was Jessica's, who though fascinated by the pleasure on her lover's face, couldn't keep her eyes of the 44 year old mother. The two girls watched Simone shudder under the orgasm. At the same time they wished she would let them play with her toys. Eyes met and smiles were exchanged. Then heads turned away and lights were switched off. The next day an uncomfortable pretense descended on the threesome. They went about their ways as if nothing had trespassed their lives and yet, each could clearly see the others naked body.