## Archive-name: lannie

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Subject: STORY: Lannie 1 (ff incest)

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Lannie 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.

"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her walkman started to melt"
The Smiths

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest From: yat@netcom.com (yat) Subject: STORY: Lannie 2 (ff incest) Message-ID: <yatD53qKp.1s8@netcom.com> Organization: NETCOM On-line Communication Services (408 261-4700 guest) Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 03:19:36 GMT Lines: 456

Lannie 2

Susan smiled, and slid her tongue back up Lannie's body, crawling up as well, letting her own breasts slide along her daughter's abdomen, then over her belly, then, up over her chest.
She knelt over the girl, pressing her breasts against Lannie's, rubbing them back and forth, then from side to side, making the soft, malleable tit flesh roll and mash down on Lannie's own soft orbs.
She slid down again, grasping Lannie's tits in her hands and squeezing them upwards as she attacked them with more passion. She opened her mouth wide and clamped it down on one big chunk of tit meat, sucking it into her mouth along with the nipple it surrounded. She chewed and sucked and gnawed on it as Lannie moaned and writhed below her.
"OOhhhhhhh! Moooooooom," she groaned, pushing feebly at Susan's face. "Nooo," she panted. Her breasts were so hot, so hard, she was afraid they were going to explode. Her nipples were already stinging like glass shards were embedded in them, burning like live coals were atop them. She'd never imagined her breasts could be so hard, so swollen, the flesh so taut across them.
Her breasts bubbled and boiled, sending hot, flashing lust through her chest, making her gasp and cough as it surrounded her lungs and choked off her breath.
But Susan ignored her, mashing the fat breasts together, plumping them up and out, biting and chewing on first one, then the other, fingers digging deep furrows in the soft, white skin.
Susan settled over her daughter, hot flesh laying down on hot flesh. She rubbed and ground her body against Lannie, rolling her breasts below her into Lannie's lower chest and upper belly. She slid her right leg over and between Lannie's thighs, rubbing it up and down against the girl's exposed cunt slid.
Lannie was soon breathing in harsh, ragged gasps again, moaning and groaning as she rolled her head in sexual torpor.
Susan slid down the girl's body until she was sitting on her heels between her thighs. She was bent over so that her breasts were crushed into her own thighs as she gazed at her daughter's cunt opening.
She caressed the girl's trembling thighs, then slid her thumbs into the soft, tight pussy cleft and gently peeled her open. She pulled wider and wider, opening her up like a flower, displaying the gleaming pink flesh inside, the hard little hooded clit, and the soft, round, dark little hole that led up into Lannie's belly.
She licked her lips in hunger, then leaned in and let her tongue slid up and down the pink flesh.
Karen had taught her one trick she hadn't yet mentioned to Lannie. She had taught her how to exercise her tongue so that she could push it out further and further. Susan could touch the tip of her nose with her tongue, but that wasn't what she had used the ability for over the years.
She showed Lannie now, pressing her tongue against the teenager's hole and wriggling it down into the spasming little opening. She twisted and twined it in her daughter's fuck hole, scooping out hot, tasty fuck honey, the warm cunt milk that her daughter was exuding in such delicious amounts.
She pumped her tongue up and down in Lannie's cunt as the girl moaned and humped up against her. She felt Lannie's hands on her head, pushing down instinctively. She smiled inwardly, then pumped her tongue faster. She pulled it out then slid it up over Lannie's clit.
Lannie gasped in shocked pleasure as her mother's tongue slithered up and down across her clit. She felt her fingers exposing the hot little fuck button, then felt her lips close around it and suck. Her tongue continued to wriggle eagerly across the hot button as her mother sucked.
Lannie felt her heaving body began to burn upwards again towards another orgasm. She panted for breath, hands jerking down beside her waist, curling into tight fists as she stared upwards.
Then a towering wave of sexual pleasure roared over her and drowned her in it's deep, all encompassing ecstasy. She cried out in glorious pleasure, her back arching, her ass bouncing on the floor of the balcony as her cunt blasted a deep, steaming froth of boiling sexual heat up into her guts.
In the midst of it she felt herself pierced, felt her mother's oily fingers thrust up into her pussy, one, then two, then three, pumping savagely s she bounced and jerked and shook in the grip of the massive sexual storm. She cried out again, shuddering and trembling as another powerful blast wave of pleasure rocked her.
Then she groaned in exhaustion as she sank back down out of the climax.
Susan smiled and slid up Lannie's body, her own flesh caressing the soft oiled girlflesh below. She pressed her breasts against Lannie's and stared down into the girl's face. Lannie looked up wearily, and Susan smiled.
She slid a hand below the teen's head and lifted it up, then kissed her, not as a mother, but as a lover. Her lips slid softly over Lannie's as her tongue probed against her lips. She slid her tongue inside the girl's mouth and mashed her lips down.
Lannie responded instinctively, and their lips caressed each other in a soft, warm, loving embrace. Susan stroked her daughter's body, letting her hands move softly, lightly. She slid her hand around her daughter's body, then rolled back, pulling Lannie with her.
Lannie found herself laying atop her mother's body, looking down into her mother's face. She gulped anxiously as she realized what was expected of her. Yet she also felt excitement at the challenge, at the eroticism of the act.
She was still breathing heavily, but now she moved her own hands onto her mother's body for the first time, at least consciously. She gazed down at Susan's breast as her hand closed over it, watching the flesh bulge upwards as she squeezed.
She'd never touched another's breasts, and was intrigued as she worked her fingers into the soft meat. She bent and licked over the nipple. It was much bigger than her own, which she found fascinating. She sucked on it, trying to copy what her mother had done to her own pink nipples.
She squeezed both her mother's breasts as she licked and sucked on first one, then the other. She pinched them teasingly, then pulled them upwards, only to let them fall back. She chewed softly, her teeth gnawing at the sensitive flesh as her tongue lapped hungrily.
But Susan was too hot to just lay there through a long tongue bath. Licking and sucking her daughter to orgasms had excited her to a fever pitch, and she needed much more. She gripped Lannie's hand and shoved it desperately down between her legs, rubbing at her cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh yes!" Oh, honey! Ohhh!"
Lannie rubbed at her mother's cunt pad as she watched and felt her mother jerk and shake. She knew she was approaching orgasm, and looked at her, entranced, as Susan began to jerk and shake and moan in passionate release.
Lannie rubbed inexpertly at her mother's slit, stroking her fingers hard over the cunt slit, over her clitty, rubbing her, masturbating her, as she did herself. Her mother's body jerked and heaved upwards against her as Lannie rubbed her clit, then went still.
"Did you come?" she asked excitedly.
"OOhhhhhh," Susan moaned, letting her hands caress her daughter's head and face.
Lannie slid lower, excited again herself. She tongued at her mother's belly button, then eased lower, gazing directly into her mother's slit, into the opening she herself had emerged from. She pried her mother's cunt lips open and licked her lips nervously as she stared at the revealed flesh.
Then she began to lick her tongue up and down the pink flesh, lapping excitedly at the clitty, sucking and kissing it. She felt a hot stab of lust as she slid a finger into her mother's cunt tunnel and felt it squeezing hotly down on the digit. She slid in another, pumping them in and out as she licked at the clitty.
She heard her mother groan and whine and whimper in pleasure, then felt her ass starting to grind into the balcony. Susan began to buck up against her and Lannie redoubled her actions, slurping and licking and sucking on her mother's clitty as she fucked her fingers down into her cunt tunnel.
She remembered something, then, something from a porno film she had seen once on cable. Excitedly she shifted her body around until she was kneeing over her mother's face, then eased down, licking at her mother's cunt a she lowered her pussy over her mother's face.
She sighed happily as her mother gripped her ass cheeks and then began to lick at her snatch. She responded at once, licking at her mother's pussy, lapping and sucking hungrily as she grunted and moaned in pleasure.
She rubbed her face into her mother's pussy, stroking the pink flesh with her chin and lips and nose. Her tongue jammed down into the hot little fuck hole as she tasted her mother's cunt milk. She came again, bouncing on her mother's body, groaning and whining in heat and passion as she jammed her cunt down on her mother's tongue.
Then it was her mother's turn to come again, jerking and humping as Lannie ate her out.
After that they lay in each other's arms, softly stroking each other, exchanging long, moist kisses, their tongues sliding back and forth.
Finally, Susan sat up, pushing Lannie away. She ran a hand through her own hair and blinked up at the sunlight.
"We should get in before we get burned," she said.
Lannie sighed softly in response.
Susan reached down and gripped her wrist, pulling the limp girl up to a sitting position. Lannie groaned, then pushed herself up and, hand in hand, the two naked women walked back into the apartment.

Susan was, naturally, delighted at how things had gone. It was her hope that she would be able to persuade Lannie of the benefits and advantages of lesbian lust, perhaps even convince her not to waste her time on boys.
Their relationship had gone a subtle change. In Susan's mind Lannie was now both daughter and lover, a lush, sweet, sexually desirable woman who just happened to also be her sweet little girl, in need of motherly protection.
For Lannie things were more complicated. Her mother had long been something of a friend, offering advice more than giving orders. Now, after their lovemaking, she believed herself more equal than she had before. She was proud of herself being able to make her mother cum, and thought that gave her certain rights she didn't have before.
She was surprised at how much pleasure she herself had gotten from the sex, and knew that it would not be the last time she engaged in lesbian love. She still had a deep curiosity about male- female sex, but the urgency to lose her virginity was somewhat lessened now.
Now she could experiment and have wonderful sex, without the worries and fears of what boys would think of her, what they would say behind her back, who they would tell. She trusted her mother completely, and felt safe and free of worry in her arms.
She felt no embarrassment at what they had done together, no guilt. After all, her mother had initiated it, and obviously her mother wouldn't have done anything that was really wrong. Both had enjoyed it immensely, and though she knew that others would strongly disapprove, she also knew they would never find out.
She knew what they'd done was...well, very, very kinky, but that only excited her. She was surprised at herself, that she'd done something such a...perverted act of sex It was perverted, she told herself. Everyone would say so.
"You what?" Darla would gape. "You had sex with your MOTHER?!!"
Lannie giggled just thinking about it, about telling Darla or Shelly how she'd sucked her mother's cunt, and how her mother had sucked her off.
It made her skin break out in goosebumps, and made her face flush. It excited her, aroused her. She'd done something dirty. She was a wicked, sex fiend!
It made her feel hot to be so wicked, and when she walked around the next day at school, she was exquisitely aware of how sexy she was, how sensual she felt.
Under her tight jeans and the button down red top that was cropped off just below the breasts, she wore her only really sexy lingerie, black lace french bra and string bikini panties. She'd bought them, with much embarrassment, for her first lover.
She'd had no idea, of course, that her first lover would be a woman, let alone her mother.
She wore them today because it helped her feel even sexier and more desirable. She was aware of every male eye that turned her way, and shivered a little as she imagined, with new insight, what they were thinking when they watched her. They all wanted to fuck her, to push their big cocks into her pussy.
Well, they'd just have to wait. Mom was right. Having sex with them would probably be a short and unhappy experience. It would hurt, and they'd blab to their friends. She could take out her sexual lusts with mom for the time being.
For the first time ever she was also aware of the girls when they looked at her. She knew, from her own experience, that when girls looked at girls it was mostly just checking out the opposition. She always watched what the other girls were wearing, after all, and how their hair looked, and what kind of makeup they had on.
But now, she wondered if any of them were looking at her like the boys were. Some of them must be gay, after all. Were some of them thinking about how they'd like to lick her and suck her? She'd never thought of that before, but now she tried to imagine herself having sex with...Amber, say, or Blair, or maybe Sara.
Were any of them gay? She didn't think so. They all dated, like she did. None had ever approached her with any hints of sex. She wondered if they'd be willing to consider hints from her.
No. That was far too dangerous. If she came on to a girl and the girl told people... No, she didn't dare, not unless she was sure of the other girl. She would be on the lookout for some girl coming on to her, though.
In the meantime, she moved from class to class, aware that many male eyes and some female eyes, focused in on her with lust, and that her body was hot, and seductive, and sexy, and that others wanted her.
It turned her on, and made her pussy tingle. She felt a moist heaviness between her legs.
So by the time school was over and she made her way home she was feeling very aroused. Her Mom was not home yet, but Lannie wasn't going to wait hours to relieve the heat between her legs.
She stripped naked in front of the big mirror in her room, then posed and preened. She put her hands behind her head and arched her back, sliding her tongue back and forth over her lips as she looked at herself. She turned sideways, then turned her back on the mirror, bending over and spreading her legs.
She had a great ass, she decided, a sexy ass.
She spread her legs and bent over more, gazing at the tight slit between her legs. She slid a hand between her legs and rubbed two fingers up and down along the slit, then drove them up into herself. She grunted softly a she pumped her fingers in her pussy. She was already very wet inside, had been wet most of the day.
Her fingers moved easily in her pussy opening, gliding in and out of her soft, tight, warm cunt tunnel, sawing back and forth against her little clit bud.
She straightened up and turned around, her eyes hot and excited as she stared at her nude body. She stroked her hands up and down over her silky flesh, cupping her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pinching and rolling her hard pink nipples.
"Slut," she whispered. "Dirty lesbian whore." The words excited her and she slid a hand down between her legs, stroking her clitty again. She had never watched herself come, and the idea suddenly seemed very attractive.
She stepped right up to the edge of the dresser, then changed her mind and moved away. she walked down the hall to her mother's room and went in. Her mother had a large, floor to ceiling mirror on the inside of her door, with bright lights around it. She could see herself much better in that.
She paused, then searched through her mother's drawer and pulled out some of the sexy lingerie she'd showed off a few days back. They were much the same size, though her mother was a cup smaller, being a thirty-six C instead of a thirty-six-D.
She drew on the black lace teddy, pulling it up her legs, then drawing the straps over her shoulders. It was very tight across her breasts, but as she turned and stared at herself in the mirror, she let out a small groan of pleasure.
She looked so hot!
The teddy was gauzy and sheer, and she could see her hard pink nipples easily, as well as the small bush between her legs. The teddy was very high cut, both in front and in back, and she turned and posed again and again, her face flushed happily as she admired herself.
She stripped at last, then drew on what her mother called a merry widow outfit. This consisted of a lacy black bustier, even more transparent than the bra she'd worn today, a matching garter belt and garters, long lacy black stockings, and a G-string.
She also found, and put on, a pair of high, black, spiked heels. The heels were far higher than she would have ever dared wear to school or to a dance, or to anywhere else, for that matter. They were what the guys called. "fuck me" shoes, because of the way a girl's ass looked when she wore it.
Now, as she posed for the mirror, with nothing over her ass except the thin strap of the G-string running down between her cheeks, Lannie could understand why they called it that.
She loved the way she looked, loved the way she felt, loved the way the bustier squeezed her ribs and her tits, shoving her already good sized mounds up and out. Why, half her breasts were bared as she moved around in the sexy garment.
There was a clap of thunder, and she went to the window and looked out. The sky had gotten very dark, and it looked like it was getting ready to rain any second. Then it did, the rain pouring down and catching some people unawares.
She looked out in disappointment. She had just been getting the idea that she'd like to go outside in these, to walk around without anyone knowing what she wore beneath her clothes. She thought that would be very sexy.
Then she swallowed as a bolt hit her, a sudden wild thought that made her pussy burn.
She couldn't go out in these shoes, of course, whether it was raining or not. She unbuckled them then took them off. She then eyed the long, lacy stockings. Her mother would kill her if she got them wet and ruined them.
She rolled them down and put them away.
Without them, of course, there was no point in wearing the garter belt, so she unclipped it and put it back too. Then, deciding that naked was even sexier than the bustier and G-string, she stripped off completely.
She hurried out of the room and went to the front closet. There she found her rubber boots and put them on, then pulled down her raincoat. The raincoat zipped up the front, and fell to about six inches above the knees. She pulled it on and zipped it up, then got her keys and left.
She took the elevator downstairs with a middle aged man, a man who had no idea she was completely naked below her raincoat. Lannie couldn't help rubbing her thighs together discretely as the elevator moved.
She got out in the lobby, then went to the front doors, and out. She flipped up the hood and went out into the rain, enjoying the way it pelted down onto the hood and against her raincoat.
She was cool beneath it, of course, at least, her skin was. It didn't chill her, though, because she was too aroused, her blood moving too fast. She walked down the street towards the small mall on the corner. There would be people there.
She reached the mall, and went into the Seven-Eleven. She walked along the aisles. There were many people there, moving around, buying things. None knew she was nude. She saw a guy at the magazine rack looking at a dirty magazine, and had the almost irresistible urge to open her coat and show him the real thing.
"Hey, Lannie." She whirled and saw Mike Moore and Amy Phillips.
"Hi," she said, her heart pounding.
"Crummy day, huh?" Amy said.
"Oh, I kind of like the rain sometimes," Lannie said.
"Yeah, well, if you're wearing a raincoat, it's okay," Mike said sourly. He only had a t-shirt, and his hair was soaked.
"Be prepared," Lannie said. "I should've been a girl scout."
She talked to them for another couple of minutes, both excited and afraid. After all, if they found out she was naked the whole school would know. Her name would be mud! Everyone would think she was a nympho.
She left then, sauntering a little. Instead of heading straight home she turned down the street. There was a field that ran behind her block, one that she sometimes walked through on her way to Elm street, where the bus was.
Thunder cracked again, and lightning lanced across the skies as the rain poured down. She walked to the edge of the field, then turned in, walking along the path that led alongside the houses.
To her left was the waist high grass, then, a hundred yards or so away, there was a line of trees. On her right, about twenty-five yards away, were the fences that blocked the backs of people's yards.
She walked about fifty yards up the path, then came to the cross path. This one led off into the grass, a wider path that led to Bank street where the elementary school was, and where there were several much larger malls.
She turned onto that path. Now there was nothing but grass on both sides for a considerable distance, and nothing she could see ahead but trees and grass. She unzipped her coat and let it fall open, her heat increasing as the rain fell on her bare skin.
She eased her coat wider, baring her breasts as she walked. She trembled with excitement.
She passed a low gully then, leading down from the path. There were a number of trees here, and a narrow brook that was moving faster as the rain continued. This was an area she always worried about when she used this path, because some strange man could hide there and pounce on her when she was alone.
Now, feeling more excited than ever, she made her way carefully down into the gully. She took the raincoat off completely and walked nude in amongst the trees. Her head jerked from side to side as she looked around anxiously, but there was nobody in sight.
The rain spattered against her swollen breasts and dripped down off her nipples. It ran in fast rivulets down her silky flesh to her thighs, then down between her pussy lips.
She found a clear spot, where the rain fell unobstructed, then set down the raincoat. She sat down, then lay back and spread her legs wide, reaching above her. She arched her back and let the rain beat down on her naked flesh, straining the tendons in her thighs as she pulled her legs as wide apart as possible.
She closed her eyes briefly, imagining a crowd of men coming upon her like this. Then she began to run her legs over her body. She opened her eyes and stared down at herself a she stroked her breasts and squeezed them. She slid her hands down between her legs and began rubbing her pussy, her chest heaving as the excitement made her heart pound.
If a man came along, she decided, she would offer no resistance, no matter what he looked like, even if he was a dirty, fat old bum. She would lay there and let him fuck her.
She imagined an ugly old man coming upon her there as she jerked off, imagined his cock getting hard, imagined him jumping atop her and thrusting it into her cunny.
Maybe it would be a handsome guy her own age, she thought, fantasising about that as she rubbed her clitty.
Maybe it would be two guys, or three, or four. They would jump on her, stripping off their clothes as they surrounded her and groped and fondled her naked flesh. Their cocks would pump into her excitedly as they grunted in pleasure.
She grunted herself, humping up as her fingers drove into her pussy slit.
Panting, she sat up and took off her boots. She rolled off her coat and let her skin press into the grass and leaves. She turned over and spread her arms and legs, grinding her hips against the ground, humping her ass up and down.
She rolled over again, then, her head buzzing, she stood up and walked around, stroking herself, letting her feet move through the grass. She walked over to the brook and stepped into it, shivering a little as the water lapped at her ankles.
She walked into the middle of the brook, then sat down, she laid back, letting the water rush by her, then spread her legs and stuffed her fingers into her slot. She pumped furiously as the rain fell and the water rushed by, grunting and moaning and whimpering as the come blasted into her.
She shuddered violently, her ass bouncing up and down in the water, her cunt spasming and shaking and sucking on her fingers a she rammed them into her slit and ground her thumb down on her clitty.
The fire burned inside her, ripping up and down her spine as the pleasure shook her to the core of her being. She arched her back, her chest rising higher and higher, her back aching as she pulled her head back into the water.
Then she fell limp, her arms and legs wide, the water lapping over her body as she moaned in exhaustion.

"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her walkman started to melt"
The Smiths

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