Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Familiar Confessions ❯ Chapter 1

FAMILIAR CONFESSIONS

By Hardcover


“I like the way that they gigglewhen they walk up and ask you to dance.I like the way that they wiggle wrapped up in the skin tight pants.They got style.They got smiles.They drive me wild!Yeah I really really really really really really like girls.”
--George Thorogood

The building seemed completely empty as forty one year old Bonnie Wilkenson made her way through the hallway of the general office which was lined on either side by doors leading into exceptionally bland office rooms, the kind of thing that was rather standard at the religious retreat her husband had dragged them along on. It wasn’t like the family was particularly religious; they hardly ever attended church and never prayed before meals or any of the other regiments. In fact, Peter had agreed to come along with some co worker in order to make some business connections. It was, actually, a good idea and Peter was already making those said connections, but Bonnie hated this place just the same, although she hadn’t let anyone know that. As usual, she played the role of the dutiful wife.

Bonnie was still quite a stunner at her age. A few of her old friends had let themselves go, but not Bonnie. She had remained as pretty as she could be. She was average height, but had a nice shield shaped face, wide brown eyes over a well shaped nose, and full lips. Her face was dotted with a few age lines at the ends of her eyes and along her nose and mouth, but nothing too intrusive. She’d never be mistaken for twenty, but she could pass for mid thirties quite nicely.

She had a woman’s body, the kind of bodies most girls starved out of existence these days: Full, well shaped breasts, a curvy rounded set of hips that led to fine, luscious legs, all wrapped up in smooth white skin that was still as soft as it had ever been. It was with some giddy bemusement that Bonnie had overheard more then one young man refer to her as a ‘milf’. She was dressed in a long navy blue dress that buttoned up the front, a matching belt around her waist. She wore flesh colored nylon stockings and blue high heeled shoes.

The retreat was at a former summer camp by a huge lake that was now rented out for various functions. In fact, the camp bore a creepy resemblance to the one from Friday The 13th, but Bonnie hadn’t mentioned that anyone (most of them had probably never seen that film anyways). The retreat was run by one Father Joseph Marker, who entertained members of his Of for one month of endless good Christian values, and Peter had been invited to bring his family along.

And now Bonnie was so bored she wanted to pull her hair out.

The place was bland and uninteresting, and although she’d tried to strike up a few friendships with the other wives, they’d been sort of like Stepford Wives, cold and unlively, and endlessly talking about how pure their kids were. Bonnie hated this place and its ridiculous over religiousness. She couldn’t wait to get out of here and get back to where she belonged. She’d tried to talk her best friend Peggy into coming along, but that hadn’t happened. Too bad, with Peggy she could always find some fun.

They couldn’t even have a movie night or anything so simple in this place. One cabin did have a TV and DVD player, but it could only be used to play Christian propaganda, and only of the Father’s choosing. Bonnie had wanted to get some of the other wives together and go into town to rent Waiting To Exhale, but she was told “Don’t hold your breath.”

In order to keep herself busy, she’d volunteered in the church’s office, taking advantage of her flair for clerical work. It had kept her busy, but not really enough. That was where she was now. Because of her work, and because Peter was lending a hand with the church business, her family had been allowed to live in the cabin adjoining the bungalow where the offices were. Behind the bungalow, there was a small one room cabin that Peter was using as an office for his business dealings.

This camp, Bonnie had quickly realized, was something like a cult. There was a strict regiment of activity, even for the adults, and Father Marker and his “assistants” kept a close watch on everybody, and a wary eye out for sin.

It was worse, Bonnie knew, for her eighteen year old daughter, Chelsea. There were few, if any other people her own age at this, and the ones that were excluded from most of their activities, looking at her as an outsider. It was cruel thing to do, but Bonnie had felt it coming her way from most of the others at this retreat. Too many holier then thou uptight bible thumpers in one place, as far as she was concerned.

It didn’t help that Father Marker had a peculiar tendency to play matchmaker, and had taken it upon himself to try to fix up with a young boy named Adam Burrows. Every chance he got, Father Marker tried to push the two of them together, over Bonnie’s strenuous protests. It was asinine: Not only did not show any interest in Adam, but Adam had never show even the slightest interest in Still, the pushing and insisting form the Father continued. was too shy and reserved to object, so Bonnie had tried to do that for her, but the Father had ignored her.

Out of all the people, had fortunately made one friend a twenty year old girl named Jasmine Tindel. She was a tall, shapely and leggy blonde, with strait hair down to her shoulders which she’d had died black under the bottoms the way many girls did these days. Jasmine had had a wild youth, in and out of trouble all the time through most of her teens, and was just now getting herself back together. She still bore the signs of that time with all her many tattoos, and Bonnie was sure she’d spotted some extra body jewelry from time to time, hard to tell how much as there was absolutely no communal changing or showing at this retreat. Bonnie had been worried at first, but Jasmine had seemed to be a really nice girl, quite beautiful, and Chelsea and her had gotten very close.

But yesterday, something had happened between the two of them. Bonnie had no idea what it was, but they had hardly spoken to each other, and all day today, Bonnie had noticed that Jasmine was avoiding Chelsea quite deliberately, leaving her daughter looking rather miserable and despondent. She’d tried to talk to her, but to no avail; whatever had happened, was keeping her mouth shut about it. She tried to put on a brave face and pretend nothing was wrong, but Bonnie could see that her daughter was hurting, and it pained her to see her that way.

Bonnie sighed; sometimes it was hard when wouldn’t share something with her. Peter worked hard and often times he hardly ever saw either his wife or his daughter, so it had mostly just been the two of them. Not that Bonnie resented her husband for that; she knew he worked hard trying to provide the best life he could for They were all healthy, they lived well, and their money was safely invested because of that.

Suddenly, Bonnie stopped: She could hear the unmistakable sounds of sobbing coming from one of the other rooms. And it sounded like it was . Worried, Bonnie moved around until she could tell where the sobs were coming from: Down at the end of the building, in a meeting room that no one had ever used since she’d been here.

She walked up to the door and gently pushed it open. There seated at the table, crying her eyes out with a mountain of used tissues, was looking miserable.

Bonnie never ceased to be amazed at how beautiful her daughter was, even with eyes full of tears. had long honey colored hair that flowed down her head in ocean like waves, highlighted with some lighter blonde streaks here and there. Her face was round and cute, displaying wide hazel colored eyes, a cute button nose, and full lips across a face that could melt the heart of Ivan The Terrible.

She had also inherited her mother’s curvy figure, although she wasn’t quite as voluptuous as Bonnie, but she had large perky breasts and well rounded hips. Her legs were slender and nice to look at. She was dressed casually, in a tan t-shirt that was little short on the bottom revealing a little bit of belly, and tight fitting jeans that hugged her curvaceous figure, slightly cut low over her hips. It showed off about as much as she could get away with in this place, and even that probably drew scorn from the other people in this camp.

Bonnie looked at her daughter, her heart aching; it was always heart breaking to see her this upset. Bonnie closed the door behind her and quickly came over to taking a seat next to her and putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. didn’t push it away, but she didn’t look up either.

Bonnie said, “honey, what’s wrong? You can talk to me, what happened?”

didn’t respond, simply continued to cry into her Kleenex. Her eyes were puffy and swollen, as well as bloodshot. She had been in here crying for a while, judging form the pile of used tissues.

“Does it have something to do with Jasmine?” Bonnie asked, “I noticed you two haven’t been hanging around the last two days. And you used to be hanging off each other all the time. Did you two have some kind of fight?”

nodded, blowing her nose.

“What was it about?” Bonnie asked, when didn’t reply, she added, “, there’s nothing you can’t talk to me about.”

There was a long silence, punctuated only by small sobs, and then finally, mumbled in a low voice.

“She found out.” She muttered, almost imperceptivity.

“’She found out’?” Bonnie asked her, leaning in closer to hear better, “She found out what, honey?”

When didn’t answer, Bonnie prompted, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

There was another long pause, and then blurted out, “She found out I’m not normal!”

Dissolving into tears, dropped her head towards the table, crying loudly. Bonnie stared at her: What had she meant by that? She bit her lip, debating whether she should leave be or press on. She decided on the latter.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” Bonnie put an arm around her soothingly, “I need to understand, ; what to you mean you not normal?”

Her daughter bit her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks in waves as she cried.

Suddenly, she started to talk, her lips trembling as she did, “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry.”

Bonnie stroked her daughter’s shoulder reassuringly, waiting for her to continue. Her stomach was no in knots as she wondered what sort of horrible secret could have that she was afraid to tell her. Could it be that she was on drugs? Bonnie knew she smoked a little weed, hell, who didn’t? But what if she’d gotten into the hard stuff? Oh my god, Bonnie hoped that wasn’t the case. She couldn’t dream of her lovely little girl polluted with something lethal like heroine.

continued her tearful confession, “I’m sorry, Mom, I tried to be normal. I tried so hard, but I’m not. It . . . It’s not like I hate guys. I like guys fine, I have lots of friends who are guys but . . . it’s just . . .”

Oh my god, Bonnie thought to herself, is she going where I think she’s going with this? Could it be possible?

Her daughter continued, “I like guys, I just don’t . . . like like guys. I like . . . I like girls. And only girls.”

As Bonnie stared at her in shock, lifted her head looked right at her mother for the first since she’d come into the room.

“I’m a lesbian.” She whispered, saying the word like she was confessing to being a serial killer.

Goose bumps rose on Bonnie’s arms and her heart fluttered at bit. Calm down, she told herself, you always knew this was a possibility. But still, conflicting thoughts ran through her mind. This was her baby, her little girl; and Bonnie got a quick flash image in her mind of when she was five years old; declaring her self gay the same way. Bonnie shook it away, wasn’t five anymore, she was an adult; a fully sexual adult and Bonnie needed to treat her that way.

Looking at the pained expression on her daughter’s face, Bonnie felt a flood of guilt: Her daughter needed her support, and she was letting her down. Seeing how afraid she’s been to confide this in her, Bonnie realized she already had let her down.

looked back at the table and moaned through the tears, “I’ve tried so hard to be normal, but it just doesn’t work. I love girls: I love the way the walk, the way they talk, the way the laugh and play, the way they feel . . . I know, I’m disgusting. Mom, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“. . .” Bonnie began.

But continued, “And then there’s Jasmine: She’s fun and smart and . . . and she’s so . . .”

“She’s beautiful.” Bonnie nodded.

“We’d play around; grabbing each other’s boobs . . . I thought she was flirting.” started sobbing harder, “I knew it was wrong . . . but . . . I came on to her behind the storage shed. She freaked out and hasn’t talked to me since.”

Bonnie’s lips grew thin as she absorbed that. It explained everything, but why would someone as experienced as Jasmine overact like that? What a bitch, treating that way.

There was a long silence as Bonnie digested this and thought about how to respond. Finally, looking at her daughter with a bit of new respect, she spoke.

“Wow,” She said, “I . . . I haven’t been giving you enough credit.”

looked at her mother questioningly.

Bonnie looked her in the eyes, “That took a lot of courage, coming out like that to me. I didn’t think you that in you.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m disgusting, aren’t I, Mom?” cried, her eyes not meeting her mother’s.

It felt like a dagger in Bonnie heart: Why would think she would react like that? How had she failed her? Who could have put the idea in her head that she was so horrible because of who she was attracted to? Bonnie put an arm around her shoulders and put another on her arm, pulling her close to her.

“No, no, no, sweetie.” Bonnie assured her, “You could never be disgusting to me. Get that thought out of your head. There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all.”

“You’re not mad?” sniffed.

“Of course not, silly.” Bonnie admonished her, “I told you, there’s nothing you can’t talk to me about. What made you think that I’d be mad? What did you think; I’d disown you just because you like girls better then guys? No, you’re still my daughter and I love you, you know that, don’t you?”

nodded.

Bonnie smiled at her with newfound respect, “That was very bold of you to come out like that to me; even though you thought I would hate you. I’m sorry for thinking you weaker then that.”

She leaned back, thinking about it. Then she said, “In fact, since you showed so much trust in me, maybe I should show the same for you, that’s only fair.”

Bonnie brushed some of the hair out of her daughter’s eyes and then quickly got up and went over to the door, looking outside and making sure no one else was there. She closed the door, and then as an after thought, locked it, before returning to her daughter. She sat down next to her, folding her hands together while looked at her with an uncertain expression.

Wait a minute, Bonnie thought, do I really want to go ahead and say this to her? Once I say it, there’s no going back. She looked at and thought about how miserable and alone she’d looked when she’d come in here. Bonnie simply couldn’t leave her like that, thinking she was some kind of sick freak. She loved her daughter too much, and the idea that had felt it necessary to keep this from her had come of something of a shock. It must have been Peter; he got really uptight about gays, and had been on a soapbox against gay marriage for months when it had come up for a vote. No, Bonnie had to be here as much as she could for Chelseaundo some of the damage.

Bonnie took a deep, long breath, and looked right in the eyes, and said, “I’m like you.”

“Huh?” said, not comprehending.

Bonnie paused a bit, organizing her thoughts, and then continued, “I think, the first time I really realized I was gay, was back when I was sixteen.”

’s mouth dropped open in surprise as Bonnie continued, now in her own confession. It was beginning to rush out of her like a dam breaking, all the things she’d kept secret from her daughter. She began to realize that she was partly to blame for ’s fear of talking about it to her.

“I was friends with this girl named Caroline, pretty, cute and all sorts of fun.” Bonnie said, “This was a Catholic school, so I had no idea what to do about how I was feeling about her. Then one day, on Valentine’s Day, she asks me to meet her in the girl’s shower room. I got there, and sure enough, she was there, but she was completely naked, and she was holding this big read Valentine card in front of her crotch.”

“Oh my god!” said: the beginnings of a smile on her face.

“Not much happened that time, other then her getting me naked and kissing me,” Bonnie said, the story coming out like a flood, “We got interrupted by a janitor and had to slip out the window and run back to the dorms stark naked.”

giggled turning a little red.

“But after that, I just couldn’t get enough of her, and I realized how much I’d always loved girls. But this town I grew up in was really old fashioned, and there wasn’t much acceptance for girls like us. When Caroline moved away, I started dating boys like I was supposed to, and eventually, again like I was told to, I married you father.” Bonnie said.

She paused before continuing with a warm smile, “No regrets: Peter’s a good man, he loves me and he gave me a wonderful young woman for a daughter. But although I tried to repress my desires for years, it just kept coming back. And eventually, once we moved to where we live now, I found plenty of women with the same love of pussy.”

It wasn’t like Bonnie was some man hating dyke. She bore not particular ill will towards men, and she was perfectly capable of having and enjoying sex with them. It was just that she was attracted to woman, and as such, it was always so much better for her with girls. Given the choice, it was always pussy.

A grin spread on ’s face, “I’ve never heard you say ‘pussy’ before.”

Bonnie gripped her hand, “I love that word, it’s so cute: Fuck the technical terms, I like pussy.”

“I like pussy, too.” said and both laughed happily, the mood in the room shifting pleasantly.

Bonnie went on, “It wasn’t long before I found myself with a whole circle of lesbian women of all ages, and we’d go out and have all sorts of fun. There are some really great lesbian bars in our town, I’ll have you know.”

“Wait,” interjected, “Do I know any of these women.”

“Sure, you’ve probably met all of them.” Bonnie nodded.

“Like who?” asked.

“Well . . .” Bonnie said, not sure she should out all of them to her daughter, “You know how your Aunt Peggy isn’t really your Aunt?”

“Sure.” nodded, and then her eyes bulged as she realized what her mother meant.

“No!” She gasped, astonished.

Bonnie nodded, “Yep, ‘fraid so.”

“Oh my god, Aunt Peggy?” laughed.

Bonnie poked her playfully on the arm, “Yeah and boy is she going to be excited when I tell her about you. She thinks you’re just the sexiest thing on the planet.”

“That’s awesome!” squealed, “Aunt Peggy, she’s . . . she’s hot!”

“Oh yeah, isn’t she though?” Bonnie agreed.

And then, realized something else, “Omigod! That book club you Aunt Peggy are always going to . . . ?”

Bonnie smiled and nodded, “Yep, it’s got almost nothing to with books; it’s a bunch of horny cunt crazy ladies enjoying each other. You know that book bag Peggy brings with her? There are no books in there, just toys . . . toys for us girls.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of those myself.”

“I bet you do, you’re a healthy girl.”

“Wait a minute? Isn’t Mrs. Weinberg in your book club? She’s sixty two!”

“Rachael? Yeah, she’s sixty two, but she’s still beautiful and she eats pussy like a twenty year old.”

Both mother and daughter dissolved into laughter, happily giggling with each other. When they finally settled down, they stared across at each other, eyes sparkling at this newfound connection between the two of them.

“Wow, this is so weird.” observed, “We’re both lesbians.”

“I’m happy about it.” Bonnie smiled rubbing her daughter’s hand, “Aren’t you happy about it?”

“Yeah, of course I am!” said brightly, “I can finally tell you about what girls I like.”

“I guess Peggy and I will be taking you to some of our favorite lesbo bars.” Bonnie said warmly, now excited about all the things could include in and not have to hide from her, “The ladies will just eat you up.”

grinned, “Does that mean you’re gonna include me in your book club?”

Bennie returned a broad grin, “You know, I think we just might. That is if you can deal with seeing your old mother naked and lezzing out.”

giggled, “You’re beautiful, Mom. I think I can handle it.”

Bonnie smiled warmly, “Thank you, honey. You’re beautiful too.”

She reached out and stroked ’s hair affectionately. Their eyes met, and a sudden spark ignited between the two of them. Bonnie’s heart fluttered and she felt a light tingling between her legs looking at her daughter’s gorgeous face. She saw ’s eyes and knew that she felt it too. What the hell was she thinking? This was her daughter. Bonnie dropped her hand and quickly changed the subject.

“So, Jasmine really freaked out when you made a move on her?” She asked.

sighed, “Yeah, big time. She was all ‘What the fuck, what are you doing? Stop, I not into that!’ and then just took off running. She ignored me ever since. I think I really made her nervous.”

“That was horrible of her to treat you that way, though. But, really, Jasmine’s strait? That’s kind of a surprise, actually.”

“It’s only obvious, Mom, she talks about boys all the time.”

“Yeah, but with her wild past . . . I always just assumed that she was bi.”

“Nope, she likes her cocks only.”

“That’s really disappointing; Jasmine’s too hot to be strait.”

“No argument there. But I guess that’s just the way it is.”

But the wheels in Bonnie’s head were already turning; and she had begun to formulate an idea of how to make happy again, and get back at that little stuck up bitch for treating her daughter like that. And maybe clue the silly girl in to what she’s been denying herself all these years. A mischievous smile spread across Bonnie’s face, as she contemplated it; and it would give her a chance to be naughty like she hadn’t had since coming to this place.

“You know,” Bonnie leaned in to conspiratorially, “I’ve think I might have an idea of how we could fix that; you and me together, if you’re okay with it?”

Intrigued, raised an eyebrow, “What’d you have in mind?”

A similar naughty smile appeared on ’s face as her mother whispered her idea in her ear.

Later in the day, Bonnie sought out Jasmine and asked her to come to their cabin so they could talk. She made it seem like she wanted to get both sides of what happed between her and Chelsea. Jasmine was at first reluctant, but Bonnie persisted and the twenty year old agreed to show up at the cabin door on schedule, if looking a little nervous.



Before she arrived, Bonnie had made ice tea for the three of them, the lemon tea that assured her that Jasmine loved. Bonnie added a little bit of brandy in each glass to loosen up the three of them and get everyone in the mood. But in the one she planned to give Jasmine, she dropped a couple of small pills that she quickly dissolved in the drink.

Raising an eyebrow at her, asked, “Do I want to know what’s in those?”

“Just a little bit of artificial happy,” Bonnie told her, “It works wonders at the book club.”

“We’re gonna dope her?” asked doubtfully.

“Honey,” Bonnie replied, “If you don’t tell anyone about this, I won’t tell anyone about the bong under you bed.”

gritted her teeth, “Yikes, you knew about that?”

And soon, there was a knock at the door, and a rather apprehensive looking Jasmine stood outside right on time.

She was dressed in a tight fitting T-shirt top which clung to her large breasts revealingly, the bottoms tucked into her cut off jean shorts, which showed quite bit of leg and little bit of cheek when she was in the right position. Bonnie thought she looked absolutely delicious, and her blonde and black hair spilled down wonderfully on her shoulders. Her full, pouting lips looked as kissable as could be, and Bonnie really hoped that this plan went the way she hoped it would, Jasmine was such a luscious looking honey.

One part of Bonnie wanted to kiss her right there, and the other part wanted to smack her for what she’d put through, but she politely invited the young woman inside the cabin.

The main room of the cabin had a long couch set up in front of a fire place, right in front of a long wooden coffee table.

She gestured for Jasmine to take a seat on the couch, and then she passed out the ice tea, making sure that Jasmine got the right glass. She then took a seat in a chair opposite her, and took one across from her also. Jasmine kept casting apprehensive glances at but she sipped her drink almost immediately. Keeping herself poised and polite, Bonnie began to speak.

“Jasmine, it’s come to my attention that the two of you have had a fight,” She started, trying not to sound like she was talking to a child, “The two of you have become very close, and I’d hate to see you throw that away of some kind of disagreement or misunderstanding.”

Jasmine spoke, her voice a few octaves lower then ’s, “Listen, Mrs. Wilkinson . . .”

“Bonnie, please.” Bonnie smiled.

Jasmine shrugged, “Look, Bonnie, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but . . . I don’t think you really heard all of what happened. It’s . . . a little more complicated then you probably think.”

“said she came on to you behind the storage shed.” Bonnie told her mater of factly.

Even though knew that all present were already aware of that, she blushed a little when her Mom said that. Bonnie thought she looked absolutely adorable when she did that, even more so because Jasmine did the same thing. Matching blushes, how cute.

“Okay, maybe you do know.” Jasmine said red faced, taking another sip of her tea.

Bonnie eyed her levelly, “Jasmine, you always seemed so open minded and accepting; do you hate now that you know she’s gay?”

“Uh no, that’s totally not it.”

“You’re not one of those people who bash gays all the time are you?”

“No! Not even, I’m cool with it.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“It’s just that . . . it totally changes everything, ya’ know. She doesn’t just like girls, she likes me. It’s kinda like being in a room with some horny guy ya don’t like but, ya know, he’s got his eyes on you. It’s just totally fuck’n uncomfortable. Sorry, totally uncomfortable.”

“What’s so fuck’n uncomfortable about it? Do you think would rape you?”

“No! No! God, no, I didn’t think that! It’s just, it changes everything.”

Bonnie took a sip of her special tea and then got up and sat next to Jasmine on the couch, “Does it really make that much of a difference to you?”

Jasmine raised an eyebrow at her, “You’re being awfully calm about this. Doesn’t this bother you at all?”

“No.” Bonnie said firmly, “Why should it?”

“Well, it’s just that . . . well, isn’t it a sin?” Jasmine said, looking at the older woman.

Bonnie rolled her eyes.

“Oh, Jasmine: Everything’s a sin. Have you read that thing?” She gestured at the copy of the bible that camp rules insisted be placed on the coffee table, “Technically, the minute anything gets hard or moist, you’re already sinning, so it doesn’t matter.”

giggled at that last comment, and so did Bonnie. Even Jasmine broke a smile. Bonnie began soothingly talking to her, asking her about all her feelings towards and gays in general, careful not to reveal her agenda. Bit by bit, Jasmine drained her tainted tea, and very quickly it began to go to her head. She became giggly and more animated; her eyes slightly unfocused at the cocktail did its trick. Very carefully and subtly, Bonnie guided the conversation to Jasmine’s own experience.

“So, you’re telling me that at all those wild drunken parties you went to, you never once hooked up with another girl? I thought all the party girls did that now?” Bonnie asked her, slightly buzzed from her own drink.

“No,” Jasmine said with a slight slur, “I’ve had girls try, but I’m just not into girls, ya know? I need my cocks.”

“But if you’ve never tried it, how do you know it’s not better?” Bonnie inquired.

“I just kinda know. I’m just not into that.” Jasmine said, slurring the word ‘just’ so that it sounded like ‘jutht’.

Bonne raised an eyebrow, “You know, I’m not sure you’re really telling me the real honest truth. You’ve never even thought about it?”

Jasmine shook her head, “No, it just doesn’t interest me.”

“You’re lying.” Bonnie said firmly.

“No, I’m totally not.” Jasmine said, somewhat less firmly.

Bonnie was quiet for a second, looking Jasmine over, and then she said, “I think you’re going to have to prove that to me before I’ll believe you.”

“Huh?” Jasmine said, bleary eyed, “How’m I gonna do that? It’s not like you can read my mind.”

Pausing for a bit, Bonnie pretended to be thinking about it, she then looked at Jasmine and let a small, friendly smile spread across her face.

“Kiss me.” She told her.

“What?” Jasmine said, not really believing what she’d just heard.

“We’re both women.” Bonnie put her hand on Jasmine’s, “Kiss me, right on the lips. And if you can look me in the eyes and tell me you felt nothing; then I’ll believe you. What do you say?”

Jasmine glanced over at “I dunno, you’re daughter’s right there; that might be pretty awkward.”

Bonnie waved her off, “Oh, doesn’t mind. You don’t mind, do you, ”

shook her head, her eyes sparkling, “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Bonnie looked back at the tipsy Jasmine, “Come on, just one kiss and I’ll stop asking you about it.”

After a bit of a pause as she blearily considered it, she said, “Okay, one kiss, but I can totally guarantee I’m not gonna feel anything.”

She straitened up and leaned over. Bonnie scooted closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder. had leaned in closer, excitement on her face as she watched, her hands clenched together in anticipation of what she was going to see.

Leaning in closer to Jasmine, Bonnie chided her, “Close your eyes, honey. Let’s do this right.”

Jasmine snorted through her nose, giggling, but closed her eyes like she was told. Her heart thumping in her chest, Bonnie leaned in and kissed Jasmine’s beautiful lips. She gave her a deep, passionate series of kisses, letting Jasmine kiss her back. Her hands slipped up on her shoulders, caressing her lovingly. Bonnie’s pussy tingled pleasantly; Jasmine’s kisses were to die for. Jasmine kept her hands crossed in her lap as she kissed the older woman.

And then, Bonnie felt Jasmine’s hands touch her arms, moving and caressing her as they made out. She could feel the heat coming off the other girl. Without Jasmine noticing, had gotten up and walked over to the couch, sitting beside her, her eyes twinkling with glee.

They broke the kiss, but stayed with their lips almost still touching.

Bonnie whispered, “You’re trembling. And I can hear your heart beating. I think you liked that.”

Jasmine didn’t answer, so Bonnie kissed her again. Immediately, Jasmine’s eyes closed and she kissed the older woman back. slipped up beside her, running her hand over Jasmine’s thigh. As Bonnie moved down and began to kiss Jasmine’s neck, causing the twenty year old’s breathing to deepen considerably, moved in and planted her own kiss on her friend’s lips. For a second, Jasmine returned it, but then pulled away, her eyes fluttering open as she realized what she was about to do.

“N-no.” She said weakly, “No, we can’t do this.”

“Oh, hush.” Bonnie said against her neck, “You’re already doing it. Finish what you start, young lady.”

“But I’m not . . . I’m not . . .” Jasmine lamely protested.

“You will be.” Bonnie informed her, running a hand lightly over her breast, feeling the girl’s body shiver a little.

Jasmine tried to pull away, shoving the other women away from her, her motions sluggish and dulled by the medication, “No, stop! I’m not like this. A mother and daughter, it’s just too weird.”

“Awe, why the heck would you want it to be normal.” made a face, “That’s boring.”

Pushing forward, Jasmine tried to get up again, but Bonnie and Chelsea held her down, pushing her back on the couch. Jasmine looked up with wide, shocked eyes, not believing this was happening to her, but barely able to fight.

“And just where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Bonnie asked sternly, “Don’t make us tie you up.”

“Let me go!” Jasmine protested, “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

“We’re making you our very own little lesbian sex toy.” said, nuzzling Jasmine’s neck, “Won’t that be fun?”

Bonnie kissed her lips and then pushed Jasmine’s shirt up over her lacy black bra. Her hard nipples pushed through the material, plainly displaying that she was aroused despite her protests. Jasmine flushed red as her cleavage was exposed. Bonnie noted that she had been right, Jasmine did still have some extra body jewelry: her belly button was pierced and she had a tribal tattoo encircling it as well. How much did you want to bet she had a matching tramp stamp on the lower back?

Shoving her arms over her head, pulled Jasmine’s shirt completely off, while Bonnie undid the snap and zipper on her shorts.

“See,” said, kissing Jasmine’s lips, “I just found out that Mom’s a pussy loving lezzie slut just like me, so we decided we both want you as our sex slave. Isn’t that right, Mom?”

“That’s very right,” Bonnie cooed, slipping Jasmine’s shorts off and stripping her to nothing but her underwear and exposing her matching black panties, “But don’t worry, you’ll learn to love it.”

Jasmine abruptly stood, trying to get away on her wobbly legs, “No! No fuck’n way, you freaks!”

The two other grabbed her and shoved her down on the couch; Jasmine struggled, too disoriented to put up much of a fight. Mother and daughter held her down on the couch, easily subduing the struggling twenty year old. They held her in place forcefully, not letting her go.

“Please!” Jasmine cried, tears welling up her eyes, “Please, don’t do this to me. I’m begging you.”

“You’ll learn to love it, slut.” teased, “We’ll make you learn to crave it.”

“Stop it, this is nuts!” Jasmine moaned, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Awe, she’s so cute when she cries.” Bonnie giggled, kissing Jasmine’s lips.

moved in and kissed her too, “Don’t fight us; bitch, or Mom’ll get the ropes out.”

“I d-don’t want to do this.” Jasmine blubbered

“It doesn’t matter what you want, slut.” Bonnie gripped her chin, “You belong to us now, and you’ll do what you’re told. You’ll be our little cunt licking slave girl, just like you should be.”

Bonnie stood up while her daughter kissed Jasmine’s lips again, slipping her tongue between her lips. She could see Jasmine’s body starting to move and writhe a little, and she could tell she was getting turned on. No matter how much she protested, Bonnie knew Jasmine was not walking out of this house strait.

Reaching for the front of her belt, Bonnie quickly undid it and slipped it out of its loop, letting it drop to the floor. Watching Jasmine and her daughter kiss, and Jasmine was definitely tonguing her back, with undisguised lust, she undid each button on her dress one by one until it was fully open, and then she slid it back down over her arms and let it fall to the ground in a crumple. She wore a matching set of lacey flesh colored bra and panties, slightly transparent as the reveal a slight bit of pink where her nipples were.

She crawled back over Jasmine; kissing her while took her turn standing up. Jasmine was kissing and tonguing Bonnie back, her body moving with arousal. Her lips felt so soft and delightful, her tongue so wet and juicy; it made Bonnie’s pussy gush with juices. As their tongues wiggled against each other, Bonnie felt a slight metallic taste as she found Jasmine’s tongue stud. She’d know she had one before, of course, she’d seen it. But it felt just a little extra naughty to feel it with the tip of her tongue.

Crossing her arms and gripping the bottom of her shirt, pulled it up and off, tossing it aside and exposing the plain white cotton bra she wore under it. Reaching down, she undid her pants, pulling down the zipper, and began to wiggle out of them. It was slow going with pants that tight, but she shoved them down little by little until Bonnie finally reached over and helped yank her daughter’s pants down.

Her bottoms didn’t match her top, she wore a pair of blue and white cotton panties, but it looked awfully cute none the less. Bonnie caught sight of her daughter’s ‘camel toe’ and shivered a little bit. She shoved the thought aside; inappropriate, Bonnie, inappropriate, that’s your daughter.

Crawling back over the practically helpless Jasmine, mother and daughter took turns kissing her, their hands running up and down her body. Jasmine kissed them back, her eyes closed and her tongue snaking out to enter each mouth that kissed her. Her body was quickly betraying her, resigning itself to the two lesbian’s attentions. Their wet lips pressed against hers and their hands squeezed and caressed her breasts.

As they both moved up, Bonnie and ’s lips brushed against each other. There was a split second, where mother and daughter almost kissed; but they realized and separated. mouthed the word ‘oops’ and they both blushed, Jasmine still oblivious to what had happened with her eyes closed in ecstasy.

They both moved down and pulled the cups of Jasmine’s bra down, exposing her naked breasts to them. They were just as nice as Bonnie could have hoped for, and she licked her lips gazing at them, looking over at Chelsea who had a happy giddy expression as she looked back.

“Just like I thought.” Bonnie cooed, “Pierced nipples. How cute.”

Mother and Daughter leaned down, each taking a breast and began to squeeze and lick at Jasmine’s nipples, causing her to shiver and let a small moan escape from her lips. They were stiff and hard, poking upwards with excitement as the two other women teased and stimulated them with their tongues.

Reaching between Jasmine’s breasts, cooed, “Lookie here, Mom: A clasp in the front for easy access.”

She quickly unclasped Jasmine’s bra and opened it up, slipping it down her arms and off, stripping the girl completely topless. She glanced at her mother and they both giggled excitedly. The reached down and caressed and squeezed Jasmine’s breast lovingly, teasing the nipples between their fingers and massaging the flesh.

“Jasmine, honey, your boobs are wonderful.” Bonnie marveled.

“Thanks.” The disoriented Jasmine mumbled.

“I can see why you wear a front clasping bra like that.” Bonnie, teased, “I ‘m wearing the same thing, see?”

Her heart fluttering, Bonnie stood up and unclasped her flesh colored bra in the front, pulled it open and exposing her large breasts. She always felt a thrill of excitement when she stripped herself for someone, no matter how many times she did it. She sliped the bra down her arms and let it fall to the floor. Completely topless now, her breasts were in full view of the other.

She noticed an excited gleam in ’s eyes and quickly looked away from her and to Jasmine. Don’t go there, Bonnie. Jasmine had her eyes glued to her chest, the faint start of smile appeared on her lips before disappearing.

Giving her boobs a squeeze, Bonnie said, “What do you think, not bad for an old lady, huh?”

Jasmine couldn’t seem to speak, she just shook her head, as if to say ‘no, not bad at all.’

As Bonnie crawled up next to Jasmine, running her hands along her thigh, grinned.

“You’ve got beautiful boobs too, Mom.” She said, snickering a little.

Bonnie kissed Jasmine’s cheek, “Thank you, sweetie. Your turn.”

sat on the opposite side of Jasmine, with her back to them. Bushing her long hair over her shoulder and away from her back, she looked back at them

“Would you unhook me, Mom?” She asked, with a wink.

For a second, Bonnie wasn’t sure if she was winking at Jasmine or at her. Stop it, Bonnie. She’s winking at Jasmine, you’re her mother.

“Of course, honey.” Bonnie said.

She reached over and unhooked the clasp of her daughter’s bra, and then hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps and pushed it forward; it fell off and down ’s arms, dropping to the ground in a flutter because of the light material. Her breasts now freed, Chelseaturned around and displayed them.

Bonnie felt her face get a little warm. She had seen her daughter’s breasts before, plenty of times, but they always seemed so nice, so full and perky with their soft puffy nipples that she couldn’t help but appreciate them as a lesbian. ran her hands along the side of them, squeezing them together sensually, a mischievous smile on her face.

Whispering into Jasmine’s ear, Bonnie said, “Aren’t they nice?”

Jasmine nodded, again speechless, she still looked a little unbelieving of what was happening to her.

Bonnie crawled over Jasmine, letting her breasts drop right onto her face, “Your turn, tramp. Give ‘em a good sucking.”

There was a bit of hesitation and then Jasmine reached up and squeezed Bonnie’s breasts, taking the nipple of her left one between her lips and sucking. She was a little clumsy, sucking more like a baby then in fully erotic manner, but it didn’t take her very long to get the hang of it, moving from one to the other, the teased the nipples with her tongue while Chelsea did the same to hers.

’s hand slid down Jasmine’s stomach, over her belly ring, finally settling on her panties. She slid her hand slowly down and then touched Jasmine’s pussy with her fingers, stroking it through her black panties. Jasmine’s body responded instantly, shuddering in pleasure as she was masturbated through the material. rubbed her in a circular motion, rubbing the organ, her fingers separated from it only by the thin line of her underwear.

Rolling her body, Bonnie let a small moan out: Jasmine’s lips felt really good on her nipples, she felt them hardening under her touch. She slid her hand down and it joined her daughter’s at Jasmine’s pussy. She shivered as she felt the outline of Jasmine’s clit under her finger tips. Jasmine’s body was moving and writhing under their touch, she was loosing control as her body betrayed her.

Rising up, cupped the back of Jasmine’s head and brought her forward to her breasts, slipping her puffy nipples into her mouth. Jasmine began to suck them obediently, squeezing ’s breast with her hands. exhaled in a sigh and Jasmine’s lips sucked and teased on her sensitive nipples, keeping them hard and making them wet.

Bonnie turned Jasmine over on all fours over the couch. Jasmine hardly fought at all, knowing that there was no escape from the two lesbians. Just as Bonnie had thought, a tribal tattoo decorated Jasmine’s lower back, just above her panties, the complex twisting lines moving outwards to each side. Bonnie had to smile, it suited her almost completely.

“Oh, look at this.” Bonnie teased, “What a cute tramp stamp.”

“That’s awesome.” agreed, “It looks adorable on our little tramp.”

Reaching to her hips, Bonnie gripped Jasmine’s panties, “You won’t need these, slut.”

She pulled them down, exposing Jasmine’s round, soft butt as she lowered her panties down her legs and off her feat. She then tossed them all the way across the room. If Bonnie had her way, Jasmine would never wear panties again. Jasmine was completely naked now; they way she should be, and Mother and Daughter looked her over appraisingly, glancing at each other with knowing looks. Bonnie reached out and then brutally smacked Jasmine on the ass.

“Ow!” Jasmine wailed, “What the fuck?”

“That’s for how you treated my daughter, bitch!” Bonnie told her sternly.

Bonnie joined her on Jasmine’s other cheek, “Yeah, you’re not going to run away from me, anymore, are you?”

Jasmine winced as her ass was smacked, “Ow! No!”

“That’s ‘No, mistress’, slut.” gripped her chin and held fast.

“No, Mistress.” Jasmine said obediently, fresh tears spilling from her eyes. She wasn’t so tough now.

Smacking and slapping hard, mother and daughter repeated spanked Jasmine until the girl was crying and moaning, her butt a nice rosy red color. But Bonnie could see how her body moved and undulated with the slaps, and there was no way for her to hide it: Jasmine was turned on by the spanking. Good, exactly like an obedient little slave should be.

They turned Jasmine over on her back, and spread her legs. Jasmine blushed cutely a little bit as her pussy was exposed in the most pornographic way possible. Both mother and daughter marveled at what they saw. Jasmine was completely clean shaven, bald as could be, and had a small tattoo of a black widow spider over her vulva. Not surprisingly, she was pierced two places in her labia and a third over her clit. Her pussy was wet and her clit swollen, and there was no denying that she liked what was being done to her anymore. Fluid glistened on her lips as it dripped down her moist privates. Her chest and stomach rose and fell as her breathing deepened, making her vagina move a little almost like a life of its own. No matter how old she got, and how many she saw, a wet pussy was just the most beautiful sight Bonnie could think of.

“My, oh my: Look what we found.” Bonnie chuckled.

She reached down and spread Jasmine’s pussy lips, exposing the pink flesh underneath. Jasmine moaned and twisted her body as she was touched, her tongue snaking out and licking her lips. She was quite responsive, getting a response like that from just a simple touch, just the way a good slave should be. Bonnie held her lips apart and looked up at

She said mischievously, “What a pretty pussy. It’s all yours first, sweetie.”

“Thank you, Mommy.” chortled, an impish grin on her face.

Getting down on her knees, pushed Jasmine’s legs apart, an excited blush rising on her pretty cheeks.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you.” She cooed lovingly.

She moved her head down and began kissing Jasmine around her thighs and over her pussy, teasing her with her lips everywhere except the main attraction, sending Jasmine into undulations of pleasure. Bonnie smiled; her daughter knew what she was doing. She wondered how many hot cunts had been under those beautiful lips. A certain amount of pride swelled in Bonnie’s heart, Chelsea looked positively adorable down there, clad only in her panties; her mouth so close to another’s woman’s pussy. In many ways she reminded Bonnie of herself: Young, lesbian, and full of life and enthusiasm.

moved her mouth over Jasmine’s pussy, letting her tongue flick out and lightly touch it. Jasmine reacted immediately, letting out a gasp and a moan as she moved her body. Quickly, began to eat her, licking her pussy and sucking on her clit. She did it with such relish, and gleeful enthusiasm and delight on her face as her friend’s juices smeared across her cheeks. Bonnie moved over and kissed Jasmine’s lips again, feeling the younger woman kiss her back with more passion then she had before.

“Do you like it when I kiss you, honey?” Bonnie said.

“Mmm, I do.” Jasmine said dreamily.

Moving down, Bonnie kissed her way along Jasmine’s smooth creamy body, planting her lips on the flesh, pausing to lick her nipples again before joining her daughter at the twenty year old’s vagina. Looking up and grinning, Chelsea moved her head down a little bit, licking the bottom part and slipping her fingers into it, causing Jasmine to cry out. She waggled her tongue along the vaginal opening and even teased the perineum area a little, though her hand got in the way. Finding just enough room, Bonnie began licking and sucking at Jasmine’s clit, teasing and stimulating her into further heights of ecstasy. No turning back now, Jasmine was totally in their power as they munched her carpet in tandem.

It was so exciting, and yet so awkward at the same time. As mother and daughter ate Jasmine’s pussy at the same time, sending the poor girl into spasms of pleasure, Bonnie found her mouth and tongue extremely close to Chelsea’s. The urge to kiss her, to shove her tongue inside her daughter’s mouth was welling up unwelcome in Bonnie’s mind. She resisted it, chastising herself for the thought: Jesus, what’s wrong with you, Bonnie. If found the closeness of their lips uncomfortable, she gave no sign of it. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea, Bonnie thought, but there was no help for it now.

“Are you enjoying that, slave girl?” Bonnie asked Jasmine, her voice appropriately muffled against her muff.

“Oh, god, it feels so good.” Jasmine moaned, “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Bonnie stood up, in part because her tongue had gotten dangerously close to ’s.

“I think its time for our little slave here to earn her keep.” Bonnie declared.

Jasmine looked at her, not comprehending, but a knowing smile spread across ’s cheerful face. All at once, Bonnie got another naughty idea, one that was too exciting to her to ignore.

“Help you mother out of these panties, would you dear?” She told her daughter.

giggled and exhibited no hesitation, she leaned over and gripped the sides of her mother’s underwear, “Sure, Mommy. Panties down, girlfriend.”

She slipped the panties down her mother’s legs and pulled them all the way to the floor. Bonnie felt her heart quicken as her daughter stripped her completely naked, except for her stockings. This was almost taboo, in its own right. looked up and smiled warmly as her mother’s vagina was bared.

“Ooooo, Mom, you shave?” She cheered, “That’s the way to do it, you know where it’s at.”

Bonnie had been shaving for years, actually, ever since her reawakening as a lesbian, and like most people preferred a smoothly shaven pussy to one filled with hair in which anything could be hiding. She left a small Mohawk of pubic hair on the top, which she thought looked just adorable: clean trimmed and well exposed, and yet not completely bald.

If her husband had noticed what she’d done, he’d never said a word about it.

leaned over and spoke to Jasmine, still keeping her eyes on her mother’s crotch, “Now that’s just a pretty pussy. Don’t you think that’s a pretty pussy? You can’t tell me that doesn’t turn you on.”

She winked again, and once more Bonnie felt strange feelings towards her daughter. She seemed like she was flirting. Could that be possible, that was flirting with her own mother? No, come off it, Bonnie, she’s just being playful. It doesn’t mean anything, its all in your sick little head. Stop thinking like that.

Bonnie slid over Jasmine’s naked body, kissing her neck and her lips before saying, “Let’s see if the little slave learned her lesson. Are you ready to show me what you’ve learned?”

Jasmine nodded, and then corrected herself, “Yes, Mistress.”

Ah, that was music to Bonnie’s ears. Bonnie kissed her once more for good measure and then lay back on the couch, spreading her legs and giving Jasmine a full view of her now dripping vagina. The thrill of exposing herself to someone rose in her again, and she saw the unmistakable gleam of interest in Jasmine’s dulled eyes. She also could have sworn ’s eyes lit up as well, and once again shoved the idea aside.

As Bonnie teased her pussy lips a bit, pushed Jasmine forward, “Come on, Jaz, don’t be shy; we’re not.”

Bonnie had to chuckle: Usually, was dreadfully shy. But it seemed you got her around willing pussy and all those inhibitions dropped like led.

Jasmine rolled over and moved down between Bonnie’s legs, “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

She moved down and began repeating the motions around Bonnie’s pussy for a little bit before gingerly running her tongue along it. She began to lick and suck at it, imitating the motions she’s learned experimentally, teasing the tissues and sucking on her clit as she did so. She was face down in Bonnie’s crotch, her butt up in the air supported by her knees.

Bonnie moaned as pleasure rolled through her: Jasmine’s pussy eating was clumsy, and inexperienced, but she was apparently a fast learner and was suitably stimulating Bonnie’s privates. Bonnie rolled her hips, biting her lip as Jasmine’s tongue did its work, moving up and down along her cunt. As it went on, Bonnie could feel Jasmine’s licks and sucks getting more and more enthusiastic. It looked like someone was discovering that she just might like pussy.

Behind Jasmine, got down and kissed her ass lovingly, spreading her cheeks and burying her face in her friend’s slit once more. Jasmine’s body shivered a little as she was eaten again, her own mouth pressed into Bonnie’s cunt. Bonnie wiggled a little with the pleasure as the twenty year old lapped at her privates. She moaned, her chest rising and falling. God, she loved girls, they were always so exciting. It was even more exciting to share this one with her daughter; so much of her world had always been closed off from hidden away; and now she was sharing her most intimate pleasures with her. As screwy as it might sound to some people, Bonnie really felt like she was now closer to her daughter the ever. And she couldn’t deny that it was a little exciting to see her go down on Jasmine like that.

Bonnie moaned and twisted her body as Jasmine obediently cunnled her, coming up for air and moaning from ’s tongue and fingers in her own pussy. After a bit, Bonnie stopped her, pushing her up, and kissing her lips; tasting her own pussy on Jasmine’s mouth.

“I think,” Bonnie told her, “It’s now time for you to take care of my daughter.”

She turned Jasmine around so she was facing Chelsea, who had now stood up, next to them. looked down excitedly, looking positively ravishing in just her panties, her exposed nipples still stiff and hard with excitement.

“I think it’s time for you to loose those panties, dear.” Bonnie said impishly, running her hands under Jasmine’s arms and massaging her breasts gently.

grinned and came closer, “Why don’t you take them off me, Mommy?”

Bonnie’s heart skipped a beat, and part of her screamed that she shouldn’t do that, but it was too tempting to refuse. She let go of Jasmine and reached over, gripping the cotton briefs with her hands on each side, and slowly slid them off of her daughter. Her heart was thumping in her chest, and her breathing was getting deeper, she hoped didn’t notice, God, how would she ever explain that?

“Ta da!” sang as the panties dropped and her eighteen year old privates came into view.

It occurred to Bonnie as stepped out of her underwear and kicked them aside, that the last time she had actually seen her daughter’s vagina, she hadn’t even gotten pubic hair yet. Well, it was almost still like that: ’s pussy was clean shaven just like her mother’s leaving only a will trimmed small amount of bush above the bare vulva. Unlike her mother, however, had carefully and meticulously shaved her bush into the shape of a small heart. Possibly the cutest thing Bonnie had ever seen.

“Wow, that’s kinda awesome.” Jasmine commented with a grin.

“Oh, that’s adorable!” Bonnie giggled, and then shoved Jasmine’s head forward, “Go on, slave, and make my little girl feel good.”

“Yeah, virgin girl, show us what you’ve learned.” added.

came forward and put one leg on the couch, reaching behind Jasmine’s head and bringing her forward to her crotch. Jasmine quickly put her mouth to her pussy and began to lap at her like a cat lapping at milk. ’s eyes closed and moaned as Jasmine lapped at her, sucking on the tissues, slipping her fingers inside as she sucked on her clit.

Bonnie ran her hands around her, squeezing her breasts before slipping them down between her legs and rubbing her pussy while she sucked on . She kissed Jasmine’s cheek, slipping her fingers into her vagina and moving them in and out as she did so. Jasmine hips rolled a little, moving with her and driving her fingers deeper in.

After masturbating her like that for a bit, Bonnie reached down and pulled a box out from under the couch where she’d hidden it earlier. She brought it up and put in on the coffee table. Jasmine stopped eating and looked at it, sat down next to her, and eager expression on her face along with a knowing look at her mother.

“What’s that?” Jasmine asked.

“Toys for us girls.” Bonnie explained.

She opened the box and revealed its contents: a whole pile of assorted dildos and vibrators. She grabbed a few choice ones and laid them out on the table. There were also bottles of lube, mostly with different scents. She could see the excitement on ’s face, and even Jasmine had seemed to light up a bit at the sight of the assorted sex toys. Bonnie ran hr fingers along them, looking them over. She then looked back at her daughter, grinning impishly.

“So, Chelsea?” She asked her playfully, “Which one would you like our slave to use on you?”

looked over the selection the way a heath nut might look over a salad bar. She ran her eyes over the collection until she finally rested on a medium sized blue gel vibrator with raised bumps all along the sides. She put a finger on it, licking her lips in excitement.

“How about . . . Captain Bumpy here?” She giggled.

It was just like to name a dildo, Bonnie chuckled to herself. She probably had names for every one of her own.

took the vibrator and handed it to Jasmine, also grabbing a bottle of apple cinnamon scented lube which she lathered all over the device. She then lay back on the couch, spreading her legs wide and completely and pornographically exposing her slit to everyone. She licked her lips and ran her fingers along her pussy, pulling lips apart and exposing the pink depths of her vagina and her clitoris.

“Turn it on.” She instructed Jasmine.

Jasmine fiddled with the base of the dildo, looking for a switch until she finally figured out to turn the base. The vibrator sprang to life, emitting a soft hum as the interior motor began sending vibrations all along the latex. Bonnie and Chelsea glanced at each other, amused that Jasmine had trouble turning on a vibrator. Even the straightest girl usually knew how to do that, and knew for a fact that Jaz had a few friends tucked away in her suitcase. Jasmine got down on the couch in front of , on all fours in the same position she had been in while eating Bonnie, and carefully touched the toy to ’s pussy.

responded immediately, shuddering a little and letting out a small moan. Jasmine began moving the dildo around on her pussy, using it to stimulate her clit a little, moving it in circular motions. There was a glint in her eyes, an unmistakable enjoyment of stimulating another woman. The noise hummed softly as the dildo did its work, rolling her hips and moaning softly, gripping the arm rest of the couch with her hands.

Not one to stand by idly, Bonnie had no intention of leaving Jasmine’s pussy, invitingly visible from behind her as she bent over, unattended. She looked down at the various dildos laid out on the table. For a second, she contemplated starting her off with a thin simple white vibrator. But naughtiness won out, as her eyes fell on the one she knew she wanted to use on her. She reached down and picked it up, laughing sinisterly as she lifted it.

“I think our little slave slut needs Big Red here.” She declared, holding it up.

It was a large gel dildo, shaped like an actual penis complete with veins, but also lined with ribs alone the length for maximum stimulation. It was thick and long, bigger then the one Jasmine was using on When you turned it on, a light inside the tip came on, although Bonnie had yet to discern any actual benefit to that function. She looked at her daughter and nodded rapidly, and then gasped as Jasmine hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Put it in me. Put it in me.” She commanded.

Jasmine inserted the tip of Captain Bumpy between ’s well oiled pussy lips

Getting down behind Jasmine, Bonnie turned on Big Red (snickering a little at the fact that she had just named it the way had named Captain Bumpy), the light turned on, and the gentle hum of pleasant vibrations began. Grabbing a bottle of strawberry scented lube, she quickly lubed the large dildo up all over, making sure it was slick. She got on the couch and carefully rubbed the dildo over Jasmine’s cunt, moving it up and down along the lips before shoving it into her, moving it in and out as it vibrated inside her. Jasmine gasped and twisted her body as she was penetrated, her eyes widening for a second. He body began to move back and forth as Bonnie thrust the vibrator in and out of her juicy pussy.

“Ah! Ah! Omigod!” Jasmine cried.

She began undulating and twisting her body while her hand shoved Captain Bumpy in and out of ’s snatch. Bonnie rubbed Jasmine’s clit with her fingers as she fucked her with the dildo, sending Jasmine’s body into spasms of pleasure. The twenty year old moaned and cried out, her breasts shaking like pendulums under her as her violation continued.

Bonnie smiled as Jasmine rocked back and forth: There was nothing quite as stimulating as a young woman waking up to her lesbian tendencies. The effect was always so beautiful, to see someone transformed like this. Bonnie inhaled deeply; picking up the sweet scent of Jasmine’s soaking pussy. There was no finer smell in the world. She felt the juices of the young woman soak her fingers and heard the shrill sounds of her moans, mingling with those of her daughter.

“Oh, lookit that.” cooed, “That’s a conversion face.”

And so it was, Jasmine’s eyes were closes and her lips curled in an unmistakable expression of lust and ecstasy. Her mouth opened and sighs and groans escaped her, her body trembling with desire. There was going to be no going back for Jasmine, that was for sure.

“Hey, you little lezzie slut.” Bonnie chided her, “Do you like this big dildo up your snatch?”

“Yes! Oh god, I love it!” Jasmine cried.

Bonnie buried the phallus deeper inside her, moving it in and out rapidly, causing Jasmine the twitch and shudder. Jasmine was a slave to the pleasure now, completely at the mercy of Bonnie and Chelsea as the mother and daughter lesbians continued to change her for good.

said, “Think Virgin Girl does anal?”

Jasmine’s eyes flew open at that comment, “What?!?”

Bonnie got a wicked grin, looking at Jasmine’s cute exposed little asshole.

“She does now.” Bonnie said.

And with that, she pulled Big Red out of Jasmine’s pussy and placed the tip against her asshole. She squirted more of the lube on it, making sure it was well oiled and ready for easy penetration. Jasmine renewed her formally dormant struggles, but grabbed her and held her firmly.

“No, please!” Jasmine begged, still slurring her words a bit from the drugs and alcohol, “Not in there! Please don’t make me do that.”

“You’ll do what we want.” Bonnie told her, and shoved the dildo home, pushing it into her asshole, stretching the opening wide. Jasmine screamed and then gritted her teeth and Bonnie shoved the dildo painfully in and out of the twenty year old’s tight virgin ass. She’d think twice about treating so bad next time. She moved it deep, pushing her asshole wide.

“Ahhh! Ahhhh! Stop it! Not so deep!” Jasmine cried.

“Oh shut up and take it.” admonished her, “You’ll like it.”

Jasmine’s whole body spasmed, “Yeah? How’d you like me to do that to you?”

“You better, slave.” kissed her, “I need it in my ass.”

Again, Bonnie felt her heart flutter: Her daughter liked it up the butt? She’d have never guessed that in a million years. God, Chelsea was so delightfully naughty, and it had been all right under her nose.

“What about you, Mom?” asked, snapping Bonnie out of her thoughts, “You like it in there.”

Bonnie smiled, laughing a little, “I love it up the ass . . . oh, looks like we all do. See? It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it Jasmine?”

Jasmine has ceased her cries and was now moaning lightly, her body beginning its back and forth rocking again. Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips, her eyes closed and her breath deep. Bonnie rubbed her clit some more, causing her to jerk and moan. Little by little, more sounds of pleasure then of pain were coming from her wonderful mouth.

“Oh . . . oh my.” Jasmine moaned as Bonnie continued fucking her ass with Big Red.

Lying back on the bed, spread her legs once again, but higher and up behind her ears, completely exposing all her naughty bits to the others. She spread her wet pussy lips and then let her finger slide down to her butthole, cute as a rose. Both hands rolled down and she spread her skin wide, pulling the orifice open.

She winked at Jasmine, “Go ahead. I want Captain Bumpy in here.”

Still rocking from her own sodomy, Jasmine placed the tip of the vibrator against open asshole, and slowly pushed it in. convulsed and lifted her hips and the dildo sank deeper and deeper into her ass, the bumps stimulating her as they brushed against the walls of her anus. She closed her eyes and groaned, biting her lip and moving with pleasure at her penetration.

“Oh, that’s the spot.” moaned as the vibrating dildo was plunged deep into her ass.

How can she do that? Bonnie wondered in awe. How can she do the nastiest stuff and still look cute and sweet? Here she was, taking it up the ass, and she looks positively adorable. Chalk it up to Wilkinson woman charisma. They all kept it up like that, Bonnie shoving the dildo up Jasmine’s now appreciative ass, and Jasmine fucking ’s, both of them writhing and twisting, as they enjoyed the anal penetration.

Eventually, got up and announced, “Let’s really make her squeal. I think it’s time for some double penetration action.”

They threw Jasmine over the back of the couch, eliciting an enthused, if stoned, squeal of joy from her. Mother and daughter spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy and asshole completely and giving them full access. Her fluids and the lube dripped out of both her holes giving her whole pubic area a sweet glistening shine to it. Bonnie lubed up Big Red a little more while gleefully selected a new dildo, like a kid in a toy store. She selected a large purple one that came with a moving tip, a length filled with bumps that moved and rotated, and a vibrating clit stimulator. Bonnie recalled it was named the Jack Rabbit or something similar.

Jasmine looked over her shoulder at then, a little apprehensive, “Please, don’t hurt me too much, mistress’.”

Reaching over, Bonnie slipped her fingers up Jasmine’s cute asshole, moving them in and out and loosening her up again. She then put the tip of Big Red against her butthole and turned it on again before slowly pushing it in, little by little. She could actually see her butt glow a little from the red light on the vibrator as it was thrust inside. Jasmine grunted and groaned, twisting her body as her ass was re-entered.

“Shut up, bitch, you like it.” admonished her.

Jasmine licked her lips, a sure sign that she really did like it. pressed the Jack Rabbit against Jasmine’s pussy, turning it on. The vibration began and the dildo began to move, twisting its tip and shivering. She pressed it in, slipping it up Jasmine’s cunt, the clit stimulator finding its mark as she moved it in and out of her friend’s pussy. Jasmine’s eye bulged as she shuddered and moved her body, her breasts swaying back and forth and slapping together as she was fucked in both her holes. She moaned and cried out loudly, delirious with pleasure.

“Ah! Oh shit!” She cried, “Oh, omigod that feels good!”

“You really like that?” asked her.

“Yes! Oh god, I love it.”

“So, do you like girls now? Are you big ol’ lesbo like me and mom now?”

“Yes, oh god, yes!”

“Say it!”

“I’m a lesbian! You turned me into a lesbian.”

Bonnie smiled, “You’re just a cunt crazy little queer slut now, aren’t you?”

“Oh, god help me, I think I love pussy.” Jasmine wailed.

“I think god loves pussy too.” Bonnie asserted, “God wants you to be a little gay slut.”

“You bet you do, slut.” said, giving her ass a little smack the sent her into further heights of ecstasy.

Jasmine’s moans mounted as she twisted and moved on the couch, sweat glistening on her body. Finally, her pleasure mounted, and Bonnie and Chelsea both squealed with glee as she cried out in joy, her body writhing in delight as the orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing and shuddering as she came. She twisted and moaned as the mother and daughter shoved the dildos in and out of her. Jasmine’s eyes rolled up in her head and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’. Goose bumps rose over her skin and she shivered as the pleasure flowed through her, encompassing her, driving her into such heights of joy that she thought she’s lose her mind.

When she finally finished, she rolled over on her back after the sex toys were removed. Chelsea and Bonnie took turns kissing her, their tongues each probing her lovely little mouth. Exhausted, slipped over on her side, pulled her legs up to her chest.

“You’re one of us now,” Bonnie told her, kissing her cheek, “Welcome to the lesbian club.”

Dreamily, Jasmine mumbled, “I’m . . . sorry ”

And just like that, she drifted off to sleep. Bonnie and Chelsea looked down, smiling at each other. mouthed the words ‘how cute’ and grinned. Bonnie nodded in agreement. She looked like such an angel when she was asleep. But she was a lot more fun now when she was awake and she was a naughty little cunt licking devil.

Bonnie sat on the very end of the couch, still breathing hard. Her daughter sat right next to her. Bonnie felt the soft feeling of ’s skin on her thigh, close to her and felt that unwelcome tingle between her legs. leaned over and whispered to her. As she did so, Bonnie felt one of her nipples touch her shoulder. She almost shivered, and she felt a twinge of panic: ’s naked body so close and it was turning her on in so many inappropriate ways.

’s eyes sparkled as she whispered, “She sure did cum hard, didn’t she?”

Bonnie smiled, “She sure did. I don’t think she’ll forget that any time soon.”

“We did it, we turned her gay.” gushed, “I can’t tell you how happy I am. She’s so hot.”

“Yeah, way too hot to be strait; I’m glad we fixed that.”

The both glanced at her sleeping form, smiling. turned and threw her arms around her mother, hugging her.

“I love you, Mom.” She said.

Bonnie hugged her back, feeling her naked breasts press sexily against her own. She tried to tell herself that this was just a motherly hug, but the warm feeling of her daughter’s skin against her, still hot from all the sexual stimulation, was undeniably attractive. Bonnie could feel ’s stiff nipples against her breasts, and feel the hot flow of air from her perfect little mouth next to her ear. She felt her pussy growing moist again, tingling with arousal.

She tried to scold herself, telling herself that this was wrong, that this was her daughter, but it was so hard to give up the pleasant feeling of her body. She felt her heart beat faster and her breathing deepen. This was not good, her body wanted to go somewhere where she shouldn’t. Still, she didn’t want to let go of her beautiful gay naked daughter. It somehow felt so right like this.

finally let go and kissed her Mom on the cheek, making Bonnie’s heart flutter. She returned the cheek kiss affectionately, still telling herself that it was just an ordinary motherly kiss. But as she moved apart, their lips brushed each other gently. There was a slight gasp from but nothing else. She didn’t pull away.

Mother and daughter stared into each other’s eyes. This close to her, Bonnie could feel the heat from her daughter’s body rising. All the pretenses had dropped; there was now no denying what she wanted. Worse still, looked like she wanted it too. This was bad, really bad. If they did this there would be no going back, they’d be even further on the fringes of normality. Bonnie glanced down at her daughter’s firm naked breasts and saw them rising and falling heavily. was as turned on as she was. This wasn’t right, between the two of them, this was completely wrong. And Jasmine was not a foot away from them, what if she woke up? Bonnie would have to pull the plug and stop this.

She did nothing. Their heads moved closer to each other, just a little bit; their lips now less then a quarter inch apart. Their breasts touched, their nipples rubbing against each other. Neither one of them said anything, just stared at each other, both of them aware of the taboo act they each so desperately wanted to indulge in. Bonnie decided she would just get up and leave; kill this before it started.

And then their lips met, and it was all over.

The soft lips of her daughter pressed against Bonnie’s mouth, and before she even realized it, they were kissing. Their lips moved together as they kissed, their tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. Bonnie closed her eyes, surrendering to her incestuous desires. They kissed deeply, wetly, and sensuously, their hand moving and caressing each other’s bodies. They drew each other closer in their passion, flesh rubbing against each other.

Bonnie’s mind was fog: She knew this was wrong, or rather, she knew people would consider this wrong, but she felt no shame or guilt herself. This thing, this passion with her own daughter, it suddenly just felt so right.

broke the kiss and leered at her mother, and excited naughty girl look on her face. There was no guilt or shame in her eyes either, and Bonnie could tell that was just as fine with this as she was. They kissed again, deep and sensual, pressing against each other.

And then, Jasmine stirred.

They both broke the kiss and looked over at her with alarm, but she only moved a little and didn’t wake up. turned back to her mother and held a finger to her lips in a ‘quiet’ sign. Bonnie nodded and kissed her, the thrill of doing this and possibly getting caught was irresistible.

Moving down, nuzzled Bonnie’s neck and kissed it, sucking on the skin. Bonnie closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her body alive with stimulation. quickly moved down and ran her hands over her mother’s breasts, teasing and caressing them. She moved her head down and let her tongue flick out, licking the nipple before sucking on it. Bonnie moved her body, electric sensations of arousal running all over her from the simple act of having her breast suckled. It was amazing how sometimes the littlest things could give the biggest pleasure.

Dropping one hand down, gently slid it down her mother’s body and onto her bare vagina. Bonnie twitched and bit back a moan as her daughter began to rub her pussy expertly, stimulating the lips and clit with her fingers. Moving her head down, ran her tongue over her mother’s stomach, playfully licking her belly button before setting down in the main attraction: The very pussy that had given birth to her.

Getting to work, licked and sucked on Bonnie’s pussy, gleefully running her tongue along the length of it in a figure eight shape. Bonnie stifled a squeal as she felt her daughter’s fingers slip inside her, moving in and out. It was wonderful, like she was trying to get back in her womb. Bonnie twisted her body and bit down on her lip as expertly ate her pussy. She looked down, shivering at the sight of her naked child, eagerly lapping at her slit. She looked so beautiful like that.

Again, Jasmine stirred. Mother and daughter both looked at her in alarm, but once more she remained asleep.

crawled up over her mother, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She lay down on her, pressing their flesh together, and kissed her lips wetly. She then leaned down and whispered in Bonnie’s ear.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long.” She said.

Kissing her with tongue, Bonnie ran her hands down ’s back squeezing her butt playfully, enjoying the softness of it. She kneaded the soft skin with her fingers, feeling ’s body squirm on top of her as she did.

“Mmmm.” sounded.

Feeling even bolder, Bonnie slipped her hands between her butt cheeks and shoved tow fingers gently into her daughter’s asshole. She felt shudder and heard a low moan escape her mouth. She moved her fingers in and out, finger fucking her daughter’s ass playfully.

Bonnie whispered in her ear, “Oh, you like that don’t you, honey?”

“I love your finger up my ass.” whispered back.

Lust overriding her common sense, Bonnie was all desire now, all instinct. And she knew she wanted nothing else but to have hot dirty lesbian sex with her perfect little daughter. She loved her so much, she wanted to give her every bit of pleasure she could think of. Flipping over, she rolled on her back so that she was now on top of her. She kissed her daughter’s lips a little more, and then stared into her eyes, brushing some of the hair out of her face.

“God, you’re beautiful.” She said lovingly.

“You’re beautiful too, Mom.” replied, “I’ve always thought you were so sexy. I’m glad were doing this, I want to so badly.”

They kissed again, tongues intertwining in each other’s mouths. Bonnie moved down, spreading Chelsea’s legs, a shock of excitement running though her as once again she saw her daughter’s bare pussy, pornographically exposed with its cute little heart shaped bush. She touched it gently, inhaling the scent of it. Could there be a more perfect twat anywhere in the world? At the moment, Bonnie didn’t think so.

spread her legs wide and Bonnie moved in, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers and quickly burying her tongue deep in her daughter’s hole. She worked on her, sucking on her clit and letting her fingers slip inside. undulated, twisting her body as her mother ate her pussy greedily. It tasted so good, Bonnie thought, her daughter’s juices on her tongue.

The social taboo of what they were doing seemed to be making it all more exciting. The fact that what they were doing was so forbidden, so flat out bad seemed to make it all that much more enjoyable; a guilty thrill that pumped them on and made Bonnie almost feel young again.

She teased ’s rectum a little with her thumb as she let her tongue slide all around, her fingers plunged deep into the open hole of ’s vagina. Her daughter was moving and shivering, her eyes rolled up her head. She moaned loudly as she arched her back in pleasure, her tongue licking her lips.

“Shhh.” Bonnie admonished her, “You don’t want to wake up Jasmine.”

looked down at her, smiling, “She’s already awake, Mom.”

Bonnie’s heart froze at that statement, ice suddenly running through her veins. looked off to her right with a wicked grin, and Bonnie followed her gaze fearfully. She gasped in shock when she saw Jasmine wide awake, sitting up and looking at them. Oh no, they’d been caught!

But then Bonnie noticed her pose: Jasmine was propped up against the right arm of the couch; her legs spread wide and apart. Her hand was at her vagina, the fingers moving as she masturbated herself slowly. Her other hand was at her lips, which she licked briefly as she stared at them with eyes filled not with shock, but with interest.

For a bit, Bonnie didn’t know what to say or do; she simply stared at the young woman, pleasuring herself to their incestuous act. Her heart hammered in her chest, not know what to make of it.

“Don’t stop.” Jasmine breathed, “Its so fuck’n hot.”

Looking down at her, giggled, “I don’t think she’s going to be a problem.”

Bonnie said nothing at first, but something else was rising up in side her: An excitement at having an audience for such a forbidden act. Bonnie had always liked group sex, having more then one lady at a time, and enjoyed being watched, but being watched with her daughter? In incredible turn on, it seemed.

A matching wicked grin to her daughter’s spread across Bonnie’s face, “Okay, enjoy the show.”

Bonnie leaned back and stood up, reaching to the table and picking up her particular favorite strap on: large black penis shaped dildo that she quickly slid up her legs, and securely fastened to her self. looked at her with anticipation, licking her lips and playing with herself a little. Bonnie leaned over her and kissed her gently on the lips.

She gripped the strap on at the base, and carefully pushed it inside her daughter. cried out and arched her back as she was penetrated by her mother’s strap on, twisting her body and squealing with pleasure as Bonnie began to fuck her rapidly. She thrust her hips, moving the dildo in and out of ’s well lubed pussy. moaned and rolled her hips with the thrusts, gripping her mother’s back with passion.

Kissing her daughter’s mouth with lust and passion, Bonnie fucked her hard, thrilled at the shudders and undulations ’s body was making. She looked so beautiful when she was having sex: Naked, uninhibited, raw and lustful; the way a young girl should be. God, Bonnie loved girls, and she loved Chelseamost of all, her own little girl, her own flesh and blood, and now her own little secret lover.

Bonnie glanced and grinned at Jasmine, “Do you like this?”

Jasmine didn’t have to answer, she had one hand on her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion, and the other under her thigh, her fingers moving in and out of her ass sensually. Oh ho ho: It looked like Jasmine had been masturbating like that for a while; no wonder she took it up the ass so easy.

Speaking of which:

Bonnie pulled the strap on out of Chelsea’s slit and moved to down, pressing her legs up further, and touching the tip to the rim of her ass. Her daughter squirmed in anticipation.

Bonnie smiled, “Want Mommy to fuck you up the ass, sweetie?”

Arching her back again, moaned, “Please, Mommy, put it in my ass.”

It was funny the way had never called her mother ‘Mommy’ until they started having sex.

She shuddered and twisted, biting her lower lip as Bonnie carefully slipped the big black strap on into her daughter’s tiny but amazingly stretchable butt. She slid in slowly, pushing it in as far as she could, before slowly moving it in and out, sodomizing her own progeny; fucking her own daughter up the butt. ’s body rocked back and forth as she was screwed, her legs wrapping around her mother and pulling her deeper. Mother and daughter kissed deeply and wildly, their tongues wiggling and twisting around each other in a hot, lesbian, incestuous kiss.

Once again, managed to look adorable; even with a strap on up her ass. Her hand was on her vagina, masturbating herself while her mother penetrated her ass. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, music to Bonnie’s ears.

Hearing a buzzing sound, Bonnie saw out of the corner of her eye that Jasmine had picked up Captain Bumpy and turned it on, moving it in and out of her pussy and asshole alternately while massaging her clit with her fingers. Her face was contorted with ecstasy, her eyes flooded with lust. There was no turning back now; Jasmine was one of them, completely and totally. And the only thought that made Bonnie happier was that her daughter was too.

Beneath her, ’s moans had turned into shrill cries of pleasure. She moved her hand rapidly on her pussy, her hips thrusting with her mother’s strap on buried deep in her ass. Her body undulated as she squealed with glee, her eye rolling up in her head.

“Oh, Mommy!” She cried, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Arching her back, writhed in pleasure as the orgasm hit her, washing over her body in waves. Bonnie felt a warm glow in her heart, seeing that she had brought her daughter so much pleasure. In the heat of the moment, she could barely understand why anyone would find this wrong.

Bonnie kissed her daughter once she had finished cumming, softly and sensuously on the lips, letting their naked breasts touch as they did.

“I love you, Mom.” whispered.

“I love you, too.” Bonnie kissed her.

In their passion, they’d completely forgotten about Jasmine who now said, “Oh, that can’t be it. you’ve gotta do your Mom, too.”

fixed her with hard glare, “You do NOT tell us what to do, slave!”

Instantly, Jasmine shuddered, whether out of fear or arousal Bonnie couldn’t tell, but she looked down and mumbled, “I’m sorry, mistress.”

smiled, “That’s okay, slut, it was a good idea anyways.”

She kissed her mother, “Why don’t you get on all fours while I find something to fuck you with.”

“Oooo.” Bonnie chortled, “With pleasure.”

Getting down on the couch after wiggled out from under her, Bonnie spread her legs wide and put her hands over the back, leaning over, all her naughty bits pleasantly exposed. Behind her, had selected a green gel strap on with a spiral shape going down its length. She quickly put in on, securing it tightly; she then looked down at her naked mother, her eyes sparkling with glee.

Bonnie looked over her shoulder, “Oh! You picked a good one.”

got down behind her and run the tip of the strap on over her slit, “Ready, Mom?”

“Fuck me hard, sweetie.” Bonnie nodded, “Oh!”

The spiral shaped dildo entered her, the ridges doing their work as Chelsea leaned over her mother and began to fuck her with the strap on, moving her hips and thrusting in and out. Bonnie moaned her pussy coming alive almost immediately with the stimulation. She gripped the cushions of the couch, her body rocking back and forth as she was screwed, her breasts flopping back and forth with the motions. She opened her mouth, cries of pleasure emanating from between her lips. She turned her head up, kissing her daughter’s lips as she was penetrated.

At this moment, bent over the couch with her daughter fucking her wildly, Bonnie felt more alive and freer then she ever had in her life. Taboos broken, secrets exposed, it was as if she had broken her chains and escaped from some deep dark dungeon into the light of day. She moaned, as much in happiness as in pleasure, her body shuddering as her breasts smacked against each other, feelings of enjoyment passing through her.

She glanced at Jasmine, who was now double penetrating herself with two of the dildos, her face a mask of arousal and pleasure.

“You love to watch a mother and daughter fuck, don’t you, slut?” Chelseagiggled at her.

“Mmm, it’s fuck’n hot, mistress.” Jasmine groaned.

Bonnie could feel her daughter’s soft large breasts against her back, pressing down on her. ’s hands slipped around her shoulders, caressing her. Bonnie groaned and shuddered as the spiral strap on moved in and out, stimulating her through her whole body. God, it felt so good and even better because was doing it. Her chest rose and fell as she moved her body with her daughter’s thrusts.

“Oh, stick it deep!” Bonnie moaned.

“You got it!” replied.

Outside the cabin, all over the camp, Bonnie knew the rest of the people here were going about their business, talking endlessly about their morality and trying vainly to outdo one another with their frigidity and impotence. Not a one of them would ever know the sublime pleasure that the three of them were experiencing now. Not a one of them would ever allow themselves to feel this good, or enjoy their lives this much. To them, a person’s worth was measured in how much they suffered, how miserable they were, and how little they enjoyed the life that they had been given. A touch of sadness entered Bonnie’s mind; she felt so sorry for them.

Her daughter moved her head next to her ear and panted breathlessly, “Hey, Mom? Didn’t you say up like it up the butt?”

Hearing the suggestion, anticipation surged through Bonnie’s body at the proposal. She looked back over her shoulder at her daughter, that impish perverted grin spreading across her face again.

“I’d love it up the butt, especially from you, honey.” She said, kissing her daughter’s lips.

Pulling out of her mother’s vagina, sat back and reached behind her, scooping up a bottle of lube from the table. She quickly squeezed some on the strap on and ran the goo all over its length. Bonnie felt a twinge of guilt: She had been so carried away; she hadn’t used any when she’d sodomized But then again, her daughter had seemed to take it just fine.

leaned up against her again, pressing the tip of the strap on to the rim of her mother’s ass. Gripping the base, very carefully slipped the spiral dido up Bonnie’s butt, slowly pushing it into her. Bonnie gasped and bit down on her lip as her ass was penetrated, her body moving like a snake as she took it in. There was some pain, as always, but Bonnie’s well traveled rectum quickly loosened and accepted the intruder. She moaned and grunted as her daughter began to fuck her with it, moving in and out slowly, the strange pleasure of anal sex soon beginning to rear its head.

It had been a long time ago that Bonnie had first tried anal, although she had gotten into it a little late in the game. She had resisted the forbidden act for years and years, but Peggy’s insistence and enthusiasm for it had gotten Bonnie interested enough to do it to Peggy. Enough sessions of watching how wild Peggy went when her butt was filled was enough to get her to try it. Peggy’s careful schooling had made her first time an incredible pleasure filled experience, and Bonnie had been sold on ass fucking ever since. She’d even tried to interest her husband in it, but he hadn’t been willing to try; too afraid he was going to hurt her; sweet but frustrating of him.

She pushed her head down on the cushions of the couch, gripping the material with her hands as she groaned and grunted with each thrust her daughter gave her. The strap on was all the way in now, burying itself deep inside her with each thrust of ’s hips. Bonnie felt her child’s hand reach around her body and grip her breasts, squeezing them tightly as she hugged her and fucked her ass. Bonnie could feel ’s not inconsequential boobs pressed against the skin of her back once more, and shivered at the feeling.

Reaching between her legs with her hand, Bonnie slid her fingers onto her clit and began rapidly masturbating herself. She thrashed her head, wildly, moaning and wailing in pleasure as penetrated her. Something about anal always brought out the wild woman in her, all her animalistic tendencies. She felt almost like she was loosing complete control.

“Ah! Yeah!” Bonnie moaned, “Getting butt fucked by my own daughter . . . how many women can say that?”

“Mmmm, my pleasure, Mommy.” panted as she thrust deep into Bonnie’s rear end.

Beside them, they could hear the buzzing sound of the vibrators that Jasmine was using, and her shrill cries as she drover herself to orgasm once again. Her head rolled back and her body tensed and she rapidly moved the vibrators in both her openings, her hips thrust as she squealed in glee, cumming for the second time thrashing wildly on the end of the couch. From the expression on her face, Bonnie could tell it had been a big one.

She was getting close herself, Bonnie realized, as her hand moved faster between her legs. Her daughter sensed this and began picking up speed, squeezing her mother’s breast with her hands and kissing her neck and cheek. Bonnie thrashed her head, her cries coming out in deep gasps and high pitched wails as her ass was stimulated by the spiral dido inside it. Her legs were now trembling and her eyes rolled back in her head. was really good at this, and Bonnie was reaping the benefits of that skill.

All at once, reached between her mother’s legs and shoved her hand out of the way. Bonnie put her hand back on the couch back as her daughter took over masturbating her. ’s soft, small and highly skilled fingers quickly began to do their work. The feeling of her daughter’s hand on her pussy and the strap on up her ass was almost too much to bear. She squealed in enjoyment when slipped her fingers into her pussy, dexterously massaging Bonnie’s clit with her thumb in the process. Such a skilled girl, her daughter was. Bonnie felt the pleasure mounting, and soon reached her peak.

“Ah! Augg! Honey, I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming.” Bonnie cried.

And then, it felt like her pussy simply exploded, waves of pleasure radiating out from her crotch and washing over her body in waves. She squealed with enjoyment as she writhed in delight. Bonnie’s whole body shook and goose bumps decorated her skin as her daughter made her cum. She thrashed and screamed in glee until the orgasm finally subsided. When done, she flopped down on the couch, spent, feeling the spiral dildo slip out of her butt easily.

She rolled over on her back, breathing heavily, her legs still shaking from the exertion. lay down next to her, the strap on bouncing comically, Mother and daughter kissed passionately, their slick moist bodies pressed lovingly against each other. It felt like time stopped, and the outside world had ceased to exist for a time, and all that was left was their perfect, loving embraces and kisses. Just the two of them, loving each other fully, and their little sex slave.

With that in mind, Bonnie pulled the dazed looking Jasmine to her and kissed her lips deeply. The three of them kissed each other in silence, lapping up the simple pleasure of soft, wet, lips.

When they finally stopped and had caught there breath, ran her fingers along Jasmine’s hair, “You’re a lesbian now, Jaz. Enjoy it.”

Finally calming down a bit, Bonnie found herself suddenly laughing as the full nature of what she’d just engaged in sunk in, “Oh my god. What the hell did we just do?”

“What we both always wanted to do, I think.” giggled.

Bonnie had to marvel at the change in her: Before she’d been regarding her homosexuality with fear and loathing; now it was like a damn had burst and she had completely come out of her shell in so many ways. Her lesbianism had been a source of shame this morning, now even her incestuous desires didn’t seem to faze her.

It would seem they’d both just thrown any hope of a ‘normal’ life right out the proverbial window.

was stroking Jasmine’s hair, “See, its fun when its just girls, isn’t it? It’s fun being our lesbian sex slave, huh?”

Jasmine blushed but didn’t really say anything. Bonnie sat up, smiling at her devilishly.

“Face it, sweetie, you’re a cunt crazy lesbian now.” Bonnie kissed her. “And you’ll be our willing sex slave now. At least until this ‘retreat’ thing is over and you go home.”

To Bonnie’s surprise, Jasmine turned her head from them, slight tears welling up in eyes. Bonnie glanced at questioningly, but shrugged.

“Hey, are you really gonna miss us?” asked her, we don’t live that far from you, we’ll still see each other.”

Jasmine wiped away the tears, “I have no place to go home to.”

Again, mother and daughter looked at each other in surprise. Bonnie looked back Jasmine, “Jasmine? Honey? What do you mean?”

“I lost my job.” Jasmine said dejectedly, “And I was evicted from my apartment. I signed on for this retreat because it was free food and board. Everything I own is in that suitcase I brought with me. I have no where to go.”

There was a long silence as both Bonnie and Chelsea absorbed this. It wasn’t in Bonnie nature to be able to just turn Jasmine out in the streets, and she knew wouldn’t want that for her either. She thought about it, turning things over in her mind, trying to figure out what she could do for her. The answer, she thought, was plainly obvious, and a solution that would make everyone pretty happy.

“Well, there’s not choice then.” Bonnie declared. “You’re just going to have to come live with us and be our slave permanently.”

“Wha . . . really?” Jasmine’s eyes widened.

“Really?” said, looking at her mother with excitement.

The pieces were all falling into place in Bonnie’s head, “Well, we’ve been needing a house keeper for a while now. We can tell Peter that I’m hiring her as a live in maid, and she can do all the chores and cleaning that she’s supposed to. And then when we’re alone, she’ll be out little naked cunt licking slave. I gotta say, I like that arrangement.”

Jasmine blushed, “Will I get a sexy maid outfit?”

“Absolutely.” Bonnie laughed, “And a sexy nurse outfit and a sexy cop outfit, and . . .”

Jasmine flushed with a bit of a smile on her lips, it seemed she had warmed up to the idea of being a lesbian sex toy.

“Won’t your husband object?” Jasmine asked, furrowing her brow.

Bonnie chuckled, “Peter? Don’t worry, Peter has a big heart. Tell him your story of being kicked out and homeless and all that, and he’ll welcome you with open arms, trust me. I can sell him on this, don’t worry.”

“Just leave out the part where you’re gonna be fucking his wife and daughter.” added.

They all fell over laughing at the absurdity of their new arrangement. Truly, Bonnie thought, truth was much stranger, and a whole lot more fun then fiction.

She gave Jasmine’s butt, well more like her thigh, a slap, “Well, go get all your stuff and bring it back here, slut. You’re gonna be living with us until we leave this little uptight hell hole.”

Getting giddy and excited, Jasmine stood up and made for the door hurriedly.

“Woah! Jasmine!” called, “Put some clothes on first.”

Jasmine looked down and then burst out laughing when she realized that she’d been about to walk out of the cabin stark naked. Soon, they all were laughing, and Jasmine even went so far as to open the door really fast and display herself before closing it rapidly. No one was outside, but they all laughed anyways. Eventually, Jasmine got dressed and ran off to collect her stuff, while Bonnie and Chelsea took a shower together, kissing and making out lovingly, before getting dressed and heading out to find Peter, and inform him of Jasmine.

As it turned out, Peter was in the small cabin talking business again, so Bonnie and Chelsea waited for him to finish, seated on a wooden bench outside. The door was locked, and all the shades pulled down. Bonnie knew not to knock when Peter talked business. They waited and waited for a long while. After half and hour had gone by, Bonnie finally got up, frustrated and a little bored.

“What is keeping your father in there?” Bonnie wondered, and began wandering along the side of the cabin.

She soon spotted a window on the side with the shade up about two inches on the bottom. She didn’t feel too good about spying on her husband, but she was hoping he was close to finished making his deal. She heard footsteps behind her as her daughter followed. It couldn’t hurt to take a quick look, she decided. Just so she had an idea how long this would take.

As soon as Bonnie peeked in the window, her eyes bulged out wide at what she saw, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

leaned in beside her, “What is it?”

She gasped and covered her mouth when she saw inside the cabin. Stunned by what they saw, mother and daughter wordlessly straitened up and walked back to the bench, almost staggering as their heads swam. What a surprise that had been. They sat on the bench, and neither said anything for a long time, their minds spinning a little from what they had seen.

Finally, Bonnie said, “Oh that tears it. We don’t belong here, none of us. I’m going to talk to Peter and we’re going to get the hell out of this dump for good, and we’re definitely taking Jasmine with us; no good leaving her in this dull tomb for any longer then we have to. We’re going home, back where we belong. Back to where we can all be ourselves, not like this . . . fuck’n cult.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” said, and then asked, “So . . . uh, how do you feel about . . . what we saw?”

Bonnie rubbed her chin, “I’m okay with it; I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. It would be fairly hypocritical of me the think otherwise.”

“Yeah,” grinned and giggled a little, “I’m okay with it, too. Actually, it’s a little exciting.”

“You know,” Bonnie smiled, “I think so too. I guess we were just shocked back there.”

laughed happily, “Yeah, Dad and Adam Burrows . . . who’d have thought that?



The End