Daughters - Rebecca Ch. 01

The videos cycled through - after the last of the ten couples were shown, it returned to the first couple, but at a more advanced stage of their relationship, apparently. The second time around, the video couples were still talking, but their faces had moved noticeably closer, their eyes held each other longer, and there was more frequent touching, hand to arm, as one speaker made a gentle point.

Rebecca felt a burning in her groin, and a tickling, teasing touch around her clitoris. It didn't occur to her to question it. She had no way of knowing at that time, but it was no doubt an effect of the inhibition lowering chemical that Julia had added to her flavored water, and the subliminal audio messages that were underlying the chamber music.

The videos were growing increasingly....intimate. The women were caressing as they spoke, and there were many spaces of time in which they didn't speak at all, but merely gazed into each other's eyes.

Emily''s massage had long ago turned into caresses, and Rebecca felt no need to object. In fact, she moved to allow Emily's soft but firm hands, greater access to her body.

By the fourth or fifth iteration of the progressing video series, the women in the videos were kissing, and their touches included soft caresses of clothed breasts, and the sighs and cooing, while not audible, seemed visible. Rebecca was breathing heavily now, and the teasing itch in her groin had turned into need. Emily bent down, her cheek next to Rebecca's head, her soft, warm breath on Rebecca's ear under her pixie cut, Emily's fingers slipping inside Rebecca''s blouse, to cup her bra-covered breast. Rebecca groaned with pleasure.

"Ohhh....what's happening?" she sighed.

"We're....communicating, on a closer level....mommy," she whispered.

"Did she say, 'mommy?'" Rebecca thought to herself. ""Only Lauren calls me 'mommy', and she's not Lauren....is she?" Rebecca felt quite confused, as the chemical in her drink, the sub-audible urging, Emily's experienced touch, and Rebecca's slowly unfolding need, combined to make Rebecca into something of a new woman. Certainly not the Rebecca who had stood tentatively at the front door just minutes before.

Rebecca moaned as a strange passion grew inside her. Emily knew that was the signal she needed.

"C'mon mommy, let's go to bed," Emily said, pulling the increasingly disoriented woman to her feet. Rebecca was rapidly losing any will to resist, and in fact, had no desire to object to her sweet daughter's desire to help her to bed.

"Thanks, Lauren," she slurred as she rose, unsteady, to her feet, obediently following the young girl to the door in the side of the room, the door through which Sylvia had originally entered. She found the room on the other side to be a lavishly appointed bedroom, with a beautiful bed in the center of the room, Rebecca vaguely thought it, too, was in the Louis XV style. She completely overlooked the fact that it was a bed!

Emily led Rebecca to the bed, and she lay down on her back, seeing a flat panel monitor in the ceiling above her. The videos from before were continuing, but the women had lost most of their clothing, their bodies quite lovely and attractive, and the scenes were now becoming quite a bit longer and slower as more physical lovemaking began to make its appearance.

Rebecca''s hand unconsciously went between her thighs, through her skirt, to press out the raging irritation there. Emily joined Rebecca on the bed, her face nuzzled in Rebecca's neck.

"Hold me, mommy, I love you so much," Emily/Lauren whispered into Rebecca's ear, her warm, moist breath thrilling the forty year old woman. "Please hold me."

"Oh Lauren, I love you too, baby," Rebecca said. With her arms around the girl, she felt so loving, the girl's body warm and supple under her touch.

"Touch me, mother," Emily/Lauren moaned. It seemed the most natural thing in the world...to massage her sweet daughter....her little love.

As Rebecca's fingers caressed the girl's warm body, Emily/Lauren stroked Rebecca's firm body, her fingers caressing her side, and her arms, her jaw line, her throat. "May I kiss you, mommy?" Emily/Lauren whispered.

Rebecca looked into her daughter's clear blue eyes. "Oh, yes...yes, dear. Kiss your mommy, I love you so...". As the girl's warm lips met hers, Rebecca felt an orgasm course through her body, warm electrical sparks joining into a hot stream of ecstasy, and she cried out in pleasure, her pussy wet with her desire and need for Lauren.

That was the beginning of Rebecca's conversion into the new kind of mother, and woman, she was to become.

Emily/Lauren was certainly cognizant of another woman cumming in her arms - this was not her first convert to the joy of lesbian incest. She smiled to herself, and began cupping and caressing Rebecca's full breasts, quite a bit larger than her own.

"Mommy, your breasts are lovely...so warm...so full...may I suckle you, like I did before?"

"Ohh, baby, mommy wants you so much...yes, suck my nipples, sweetie," she said, as the girl unbuttoned Rebecca's silk blouse, exposing her bra covered breasts. Emily reached under and behind Rebecca's back, and unclasped the bra, loosening it and lifting it up, exposing her wide brown nipples and her milky flesh...

Emily sucked on the older woman's nipples, hard, pebbled and hot under her tongue, as Rebecca gasped and arched her back, the pleasure coursing through her an exquisite agony of ecstasy. "Ohh!" moaned Rebecca, her body writhing from the indescribable delight she felt.

Emily''s hand sought its way between Rebecca's thighs, seeking her hot, wet cleft.

"Mommy, I want to feel where I came from..." Emily whispered.

"Yes, baby...yessss," Rebecca moaned. "You can touch it, and see it....smell it and taste it, too," she moaned, as she came again, this time at the thought of her daughter's fingers in her pussy, then her sweet young mouth kissing her there. Rebecca mashed her lips furiously against those of the young girl pretending to be her daughter, their tongues kissing together, roughly caressing, saliva from the older woman filling the young girl's mouth, then being hotly returned to the married woman.

Emily's fingers slipped under the woman's light skirt, already carelessly riding up her thighs, then sought the hem of her panties, feeling the woman''s heat and moisture radiating through the wispy fabric. Rebecca's hips rocked as the teenager traced her fingertip hard down the woman's swollen labia, moist and meaty with her passion. Rebecca clasped her hand over Emily''s, desiring more than anything she'd ever felt, to have her faux daughter's fingers fucking in and out of her slick slit, and teasing and tickling her plump clit.

Emily smiled, realizing that Rebecca was completely under her sway, making her task that much easier - plus, it was quite an enjoyable job, as she dearly loved fucking older women into awareness of their true, lesbian natures. It was her belief, as it was of everyone at FIT, and their many thousands of female disciples around the world, that all women were innately lesbian, and had only been historically hetero due to a controlling male hegemony. And they firmly believed it was their calling to convert every woman on earth to that view. A view that was well along on its way to fulfillment....

So far, from hundreds of centers throughout the world, the FIT program had worked perfectly. They had encountered no women who, once allowed to let their libido run free, and then introduced to lesbian love, had declined to enjoy the ecstasy of woman on woman love. No woman who had experienced the FIT therapy had ever turned back to hetero sex as her chosen means of lovemaking, though some were still 'covering' with their husbands, until such time as they could be full time with their also-converted daughters and lovers.

Emily returned to the pleasure of making love to the attractive mother and wife. Rebecca's body was superb, with all the attraction that an older woman brings to a sexual relationship - her lush breasts, hips and ass, her willingness to do virtually anything in another woman's arms, her enthusiasm, her pacing, stretching lovemaking out over hours in pursuit of perfect, and not quick, pleasure.

And Emily had a belief that a woman of Rebecca's maturity and experience had a pussy and ass that just plain smelled and tasted even better than those of younger girls. She had remarked on the frustrations inherent in heterosexual women once to a lover.

"Imagine taking a woman, with all her needs and passions, the heights of ecstasy that she could be reaching every day and night. Then tell her, 'you're not ever going to have an orgasm, or at least not much of one, ever again.' Imagine the frustration of having those sensations, and the smells, tastes and fluids they'd produce, bottled up for twenty years. What do you think they'd be like?" She paused, then continued.

"Imagine the finest wine after a vintage of twenty years, over some nouvelle wine, still raw, showing none of the depth and richness to come..."

"Well, men have cocks..." Emily's lover ventured. "Can't that bring satisfaction to a woman?"

"Yes...they have a small piece of meat between their legs, with no idea of how to use it," Emily conceded. "But would you prefer that - if it's working that night - to, say, a six inch silicone vibrator slowly and teasingly sliding up your ass, while I'm fucking your wet and hot pussy with my ten inch strap on? Remember, as a woman, I know where and how to use them so that they'll bring you the greatest pleasure, AND I will use them soooo slowly and teasingly that your climb to the height of orgasm will be hours in coming - unlike the man's thirty seconds of, huh, whatever that is for them - AND I care about you. You KNOW that men are more focused on that little piece of meat jerking inside you, then going to watch the football game..."

"I like to watch football..." her lover replied, more teasingly than anything.

"Oh, god, you know what I mean!" Emily said, exasperated, until she saw the crinkles at the corners of her lover's eyes. Emily laughed.

"But she can have sex with her husband any time she wants..." her lover tried one last gambit, as she toyed with one of Emily's erect nipples. Emily shook her head.

"Sylvia asks every woman that we've converted, 'Do you want to have sex with your husband again?' And do you know how they respond?"" Emily's lover shook her head.

"They say, flatly, 'no.' Some of them say, 'Hell, no!'" She laughed. "And they, every one of them, shudder when they think of what it was like fucking a man, in comparison to the glory of girl on girl sex. Every one of them! My heart just goes out to the women who still have to pretend, until they can arrange to divorce their husbands."

Emily returned her attention to Rebecca, who she thought was revving up nicely in time for a monster orgasm - one that would turn her forever into a rabid and devoted lesbian, the kind who goes back home and kicks her husband in the balls, then takes her daughter upstairs and fucks her raw. She giggled at the thought. That was how Emily had been shown the light, and her mother was still her favorite dyke, and lover!

Emily had been VERY surprised when her mother's old dildo first went inside her, but days later she and her mother had very much enjoyed picking out a larger strap on to be used on Emily's hot little twat.

Emily slipped her fingers slowly into Rebecca's wet cunt, making sure that Rebecca's vaginal lubricant was thickly coating her fingers, to maximize the woman's pleasure when she entered her deeply. Rebecca groaned as she felt Emily's intertwined fingers enter her. "Oh, Lauren, your fingers feel so good, fucking me," she whispered.

"Mommy, your pussy is so wet and gooey, mmm, and it smells so good, too," Emily told a still disoriented, but extremely randy, Rebecca. She moaned while Emily fucked her, her hips thrusting and rocking as spasms of pleasure coursed through her.

Emily slowly removed her wet fingers from the moaning woman's tight pussy, saying, "Honey, you sure don't get fucked much by that husband of yours. Give me one night with a collection of strap-ons, and..." She didn't finish her thought.

Rebecca wasn't paying any attention anyway, lost in her dream of marvelous sex with her daughter. "Lauren, baby, please fuck me again," she cooed.

"Mmm, smell this mommy, it's your pussy," Emily said, as she slid her cream coated finger under Rebecca's nose. It was very important that the woman relate the best sex of her life with the smell of pussy, even her own. Emily made sure to get it on Rebecca's upper lip so that she'd be smelling a hot, wet pussy throughout the rest of her orgasms, though Emily expected that her own pussy cream would probably play a prominent role on Rebecca's face before she was through with her indoctrination.

"Ohhh," Rebecca moaned, as she sniffed the alluring and exciting fragrance of a woman's excited pussy. "Yessss." Her body writhed as she experienced yet another orgasm, a small one, but one that coursed through every fiber of her being for long minutes. Emily held the deliriously excited woman as she came, their bodies warm and slightly sweat dampened as they lay together. Emily loved holding, and exciting, other women - she almost felt that it was her calling in life, as did most of the women with whom FIT had come in contact.

As Rebecca came down from her sexual high, she also came back closer to the reality of her situation. It was theoretically a critical moment for her conversion, though Emily couldn't recall any cases in which a convert had decided to return to a 'straight' point of view when confronted by the reality of their situation, and the fact that they were in bed with a relatively unknown young girl.

"Ohh, Lauren - umm, you're not Lauren....Emily....you're Emily. Why did I think you were Lauren? Oh dear, why have I been doing this? I'm so sorry..."

"Relax, Rebecca dear, you've been letting your inhibitions go, one by one....the things that bound you and prevented you from being the loving mother you want to be, and frankly, ARE, inside...you're on your way to being complete, darling." Emily continued stroking Rebecca's body, paying special attention to the sensitized center of the lovely older woman's sex.

The look of concern on Rebecca's face soon eased, as she absorbed her instruction from the younger, but far more experienced, girl.

"Yes, you're right - I HAVE been the problem, the solution is in me..."" Her hips moved slowly as Emily caressed the soft flesh around the woman's plump and pouting clitoris. Rebecca looked up at the videos of loving female couples showing in the ceiling above her, the scenes depicted much, mmm, 'franker' than those she had seen in Sylvia's office.

One video showed a young woman, a daughter, lovely and svelte, with her head between her mother's thighs, lapping at the older woman's wet and excited pussy, her tongue avidly collecting the woman's heavy flow of hot, womanly cream. The look of ecstasy on the mother's face was ethereal, her hands on her own breasts, squeezing her nipples, while the look of happiness on the daughter's face, her naked ass raised up for her mother to see, was positively angelic.

The next video showed a mother of about forty-five wearing a strap-on cock, fucking her eighteen year old daughter doggy style, the hard, latex cock sawing in and out of the younger woman's ass hole, the mother's right hand around the girl's hip, frigging her clit, both women obviously cumming again and again.

A third video showed two young women in their mid twenties, obviously identical twin sisters, locked in a passionate sixty nine, lapping at each other's cunts, fingers in each other's ass holes, writhing together in Sapphic sibling ecstasy. Rebecca groaned.

Of course, at this point in the conversion process, Rebecca was hardly sitting back, eating popcorn and waiting for the main feature - she was rather more involved with Emily, and interested in learning how they could best please each other.

"Ohh, Emily, I need more....I need to cum, again....and again," she whispered into her young lover's ear.

"It's quite something, isn't it darling - to cum, really cum, for the first time?" Emily teased., her teeth nibbling at Rebecca's ear, her fingers busy between the devoted mother's legs, strumming her hot, wet sex.

"I had no idea," the older woman whispered. "God, when I think of Sam's twenty years of fumbling. Puttering around the edges of my sexual fulfillment....I've had more real orgasms in your arms today than in all of the twenty years of my marriage."

"And we're hardly finished here, sweetie," Emily whispered, as she began thrusting her middle finger in Rebecca's dripping hole, hot and creamy, seeking out the woman's G-spot. Her experienced finger had little difficulty, curling back inside the woman's tight hole to thrust against the woman's much neglected secret center of ultimate ecstasy.

"Ohh god, what IS that?" Rebecca moaned, as she felt massive tremors of a whole new kind of orgasm wrack her body. She had already been converted to a lesbian preference by Emily's numerous previous stimulations, but when she experienced an orgasm this way, all thoughts of her husband in any context were washed away, replaced by thoughts of what she would do with Lauren in his place.

The images of she and Lauren naked together in their very own marriage bed, doing the things, and more, that she and Emily had just done, impressed themselves on her, much as occurs during any traumatic bonding experience, and she would from that moment on view Lauren, her daughter, as the source of her sexual satisfaction, and it would be her immediate mission to convert Lauren to a shared lesbian life.

The two women, Emily and Rebecca, continued making love for another hour, until Rebecca was limp, and completely satisfied for the first time in her life. "Thank you, Emily," she whispered, her consciousness completely clear now, all the chemical washed away, her outlook now fully in sync with the goals of FIT.

She would begin as soon as possible to convert Lauren, and tie them together as lovers forever. If it meant cutting loose that fumbling sperm donor Sam, that was now fine with Rebecca.

She returned home, her thoughts on the short drive very, very happy ones, and she was now anxious to move on with her life with her beautiful daughter. She patted her purse reassuringly, with the small vial of clear fluid inside. As she drove on, back at the FIT offices in German Village, a naked Julia lay in Sylvia's arms on the same bed that had been used to seduce Rebecca, the sheets still damp from Rebecca's passion.

"Rebecca seems like a very sweet woman," Julia said, as Sylvia caressed the young woman's breasts.

"Yes, she seemed nice. I think she'll do well with - what was her daughter's name - ah, Lauren," Sylvia said.

"You know, sometimes I feel, well, a little guilty," Julia said, her brow furrowed in thought.

"Oh, why is that, dear?" Sylvia asked, as she idly tweaked the girl's nipples.

"Ouch," Julia yelped.

"Oops, sorry," Sylvia apologized.

"No, don't apologize," Julia said. "I liked it...it's okay to hurt me, a little." She returned to her thought.

"Oh, as I was saying, I feel a little guilty, because we're breaking up a family...aren't we?" Julia looked up at the older woman, her face just above the girl's.

Sylvia smiled. "If you saw three people drowning, and rescued two of them, would you feel badly about what you'd done?"

"Well, no....I'd be happy that I saved two. I guess I'd feel bad that I couldn't save all three."

Sylvia said, "And that's exactly the position we find ourselves in at FIT. We understand what it takes to ensure happiness for women, and we know how to provide it. After all, our precepts reach all the way back to a poetess on a little Greek island-"