Mom & Daughter are Lesbians Ch. 03

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Tell me," said Laura caressing her daughter's long, lush, dirty blonde hair, while staring in her big, blue eyes.

Glad that Heather got her blue eyes at least, behind Laura's natural blonde hair, fair complexion, her shapely legs, and her big tits, her blue eyes were her favorite features. Heather looked down at her mother's bathrobe that was parted just below her pussy. Then, as if preoccupied with all that her mother was seemingly and inadvertently showing and all that she was seeing, she stared at her mother's long, line of exposed cleavage. Her bulbous breasts were nearly out of her robe. If her robe opened a fraction of an inch more her areolas and nipples would be on display to her daughter's inquisitive eyes.

In the way that Heather stared at her big breasts and talked to her big tits, in the same way that most men do, sexually arousing her mother, she made her nipples erect even more. Now with her robe commanding her daughter's full attention, she wished she had worn this silk robe in front of her daughter before. With her daughter seemingly interested in seeing more of her mother's naked body, Laura was getting off on purposely flashing her daughter all that she so seemingly wanted to see. She remembered how she nursed her daughter so very long ago and, in the horny and unmotherly way she felt now, she'd love for Heather to suck her tits again.

"We went out to dinner and were supposed to see a movie but, instead, he took me parking," said Heather sighing and rolling her eyes. "So annoying, he continually kissed me and felt me everywhere."

Not interrupting her, with it sometimes difficult to get information from her, Laura let her daughter talk.

"Oh," said Laura only to acknowledge that she heard what Heather said and understood her daughter's plight.

She looked at her mother in the way she did when she told her about the first time a boy kissed her and felt her breast. Just as she didn't like that then, seemingly she didn't like that now. Wondering about Heather's sexual preference now, Laura thought it curiously odd that she didn't enjoy being kissed and felt by a boy. Always so very sexually excited when making out with a man she liked, Laura didn't have those adverse feelings towards men until much later in life. Lesbianism was something she didn't know what to do with until later in life when she realized that she was more sexually attracted to women than she was to men.

"I was surprised he took me parking. I wasn't ready to make out with him. It wasn't a date. It was just two friends going out to eat and to see a movie," she said staring down at her fidgeting fingers before looking up at her mother. "Besides, I don't know him well enough nor am I interested in knowing him in that sexual way to be making out with him," she said with a pause and with a look of sadness on her face.

Heather looked at her mother with perplexity.

"I see," said Heather as her way to let her daughter know that she was listening.

Heather fell silent as if thinking of what to say next.

"I don't think of him as a lover. With us just friends, I think of him more as a friend," she said nodding her head in the way of a horse. "At that point, with me stuck with him in his car as if a prisoner held hostage, always the same with these guys, I was disgusted that he was pawing me and groping me while trying to kiss me. I just wanted to go home," said Heather tossing up her pretty head in the way that an Arabian horse does.

With Heather only in her freshman year of college but living at home instead of in a dorm room, Laura looked at her daughter while wondering if she was still a virgin. If she wasn't still a virgin, by her shy demeanor, she was certainly acting like one. Remembering back when she was in college, she was so different from her daughter. As if sex was her major course of study, surprised she didn't get pregnant, all Laura did when she was in college more than twenty years ago was to have sex with men and even a few women.

Intimately knowing all of the frat parties, dorm parties, and the sexual opportunities there were for coeds to have sex, maybe she had already lost her virginity. She looked at her daughter while imagining some, young, horny guy groping her beautiful daughter while kissing her innocent daughter before fucking her virginal daughter. In the way she was acting so demure, she couldn't help but wonder if Heather had even given a hand job never mind a blowjob. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't visualize a hard, hairy cock buried in her daughter's beautiful, virginal mouth.

"Are you still a virgin?" Without waiting for her to answer the first question, she asked her second question. "Are you on the pill?"

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As soon as she asked the questions, she was sorry that she asked her daughter such personal questions. Heather looked at her horrified as if she was intruding on her personal, private, sexual life. Strangely suspecting that she was, sensing it with her motherly intuition, or, at least curious about it, the question that she really wanted to ask her was if she was lesbian. Sexually excited by the thought that her daughter may be lesbian, that still didn't mean that her daughter would be interested in having an incestuous, lesbian affair with her mother.

As her circumstantial proof that Heather could be lesbian, she already seemed put off by men in the way that Laura was put off by men later in life. With Laura having sexual feelings for women early on as much as she had sexual feelings for men, she wondered if Heather was having sexual feelings for women too. She wondered if her daughter was genetically predisposed to be lesbian or bi-sexual in the way that she obviously was. Wondering if her daughter already had a lesbian affair, she wondered if Heather was more partial to pussy than to cock.

Hoping that her daughter was lesbian but even if she was lesbian, it was still expressly forbidden for a mother to have lesbian sex with her daughter. Whether Heather was heterosexual or lesbian, having sex with her daughter was wrong. Having sex with her daughter was nasty, vile, and disgusting. As soon as she had the thought of Heather sucking her tits and fingering her pussy, she was sexually excited about her daughter licking her cunt. Then, with guilt and shame getting the better of her, as soon as she had the thoughts of licking her daughter's pussy, she was sick to her stomach.

Even though she was now sexually excited enough to have sex with Heather, something she had never pondered before, she had mixed thoughts about having incestuous sex with her daughter. It wasn't as if Heather was a child. She was an adult and sex between consenting adults was permissible albeit frowned upon and even forbidden between a mother and her daughter. Nonetheless, no matter how sexually aroused by the thoughts of being intimate with Heather, she was still her mother. There's no telling what disturbing, emotional scars she could permanently etch in her daughter's mind that may drive her to seek counselling, professional therapy, alcohol, drugs, to become an incestuous abuser herself, and/or commit suicide.

"Mom? Oh, my God. How could you ask me that?" Heather looked at her with as much anger as she looked at her with embarrassment. "Yes, I'm still a virgin. No, I'm not on the pill," she said while looking at her mother as if offended that she'd ask her that. "Eww, I don't believe you. That's so embarrassing for my own mother to ask me such personal questions."

With her always so horny and so sexual, Laura lost her virginity thirty-years-old while a sophomore in high school. In the way she was crazy for pussies now, she was crazy for cocks back then. She had no idea how many hand jobs and blowjobs she had given in the movies, in cars, in the park, at the beach, in school, in their homes, and in her homes. She lost count of how many cocks she stroked, sucked, and fucked. With her having thoughts for women early in her life, her having so very much sex with men back then was her way to prove to herself that she wasn't lesbian. She could only carry that lie for so long.

As justification to her promiscuous sexual behavior back then, for sure, how could she be a lesbian when she was having so much sex with a multitude of men? How could she be a lesbian with all of the cocks she touched, stroked, sucked, and fucked? Yet, regrettably now, with her not mature enough to understand the ramifications of a sexual relationship, she wished she had waited before having sex, at least until she was 18-years-old.

Nonetheless her whoring around, the best thing that ever happened to her was becoming pregnant with Heather after having late night drinks with her boss. She'd never regret that fortuitous, sexual affair that conceived her daughter. Had she not been a whore and cheating on her husband with her boss, she may never have been blessed to have her daughter. Then, with her turning lesbian, she may never even had been lucky enough to have a child.

It was a time when she was unhappy in her brief marriage and was ripe for the sexual advances of her boss. With her husband a drunk, he was a physical, emotional, and sexual abuser. Not even having a clue that she was lesbian then, she sexually thought more about having sex with her mother-in-law and with her sister-in-law than she did with her husband. Then, when she caught him cheating on her with her best friend, Julie, that was the end of their marriage. The emotional betrayal she felt drove her in the arms of her boss, a man who was always asking her out to lunch, drinks, and/or dinner.

In the way he looked at her, she knew that he wanted to do more than just eat and drink. In the way he looked at her, she knew that he wanted her to suck and fuck him. As soon as she thought of sucking and fucking her boss, she imagined that would be a good name for a whorehouse, The Suck and Fuck. They could even give drive-in, takeout service. A customer pulls in his car, a woman gets in, and they park in the parking lot to suck and fuck.

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Rather than causing a scandal and ruining his marriage, his standing in the community, and his future bid for political office, her boss paid her to be quiet. He gave her a cushy job in his company and as hush money and child support rolled in one, he gave her a one-time payment of a two-hundred-fifty-thousand-dollars in cash. For sure, with her having him over a barrel, it would have cost him much more if his wife discovered their sexual relationship, that she was pregnant with his child, and filed for divorce. Only, his wife would be the one making out and not her. This way with him paying her to keep it quiet, it was a win/win for both.

Even though it was a huge fortune to her back then, it was of no consequence to him. He'd make that money back in a few weeks playing the market, laundering cash, and collecting campaign contributions for his upcoming election run. Besides, he'd rather pay out money than to take a hit to his reputation that would definitely hurt his bid to run for public office. With him having money and able to get more money, it was more important to him to stay married, to appear like the good family man, and keep his image clean.

She bought this house and a new car with the money. She invested the rest of the money wisely and earned enough money to not only pay for the rest of her daughter's college education but also to have something set aside for her retirement. When she divorced her husband, he had provided a college education bonus for who he thought was his daughter. Yet, twenty years later and with Heather being accepted into a better and more expensive school, what her husband left for her daughter wouldn't even cover the first year of her college expenses.

She earned the money he paid her by giving him plenty of sex. She remained his mistress until she started to show that she was pregnant and until he was more serious about his political career. Not wanting to be the subject of the company gossip and to be the cause the interoffice rumors, making it officially none of anyone business, they stopped seeing one another.

Then, other than to pay her off and bury her in an out-of-state, satellite office in his company, just as he wanted nothing more to do with her, she wanted nothing more to do with him. She had her money and their love child. She was done with him in the same way that he was done with her. She had Heather and he had his political career. With Heather believing that her husband was her father, there was no reason to tell her otherwise.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me for prying. Tell me what happened," said Laura to her daughter.

As if it was all of her fault, Heather looked at her with shame, guilt, and embarrassment.

"As soon as we started kissing, which wasn't all that bad but, as if he suddenly had four hands, touching me and feeling me everywhere, he was all over me. As soon as I removed his right hand from my breast, his left hand was on my ass. Then, when I removed that hand, his other hand was in between my legs touching my pussy through my panties. It was horrible mother," said Heather looking as if she was about to cry. "Not romantic at all, I more felt like a thing than I felt like a woman."

Unless, of course, her daughter was lesbian too, Laura looked at her daughter unable to understand why she was so upset that a young man tried to feel her up while kissing her. With plenty of men touching and feeling her while kissing her back then, she didn't understand Heather's negative reaction to the sexual attention of a young man. What's the big deal?

"Well you're safe now. It's over. You're home here in your bedroom with me," said Laura patting her daughter's hand.

As soon as Laura touched her daughter's hand, Heather looked as if she was about to burst in tears. Instead of crying she offered more details of her unwelcomed sexual ordeal.

"He moved his hands up my blouse and felt my breasts and fingered my nipples through my bra. Then, going up and underneath my bra, he felt my naked breasts and fingered my naked nipples. I was so embarrassed. I tried pushing him away but with him so much quicker and so much stronger than me, this impromptu and unwelcomed make out session started turning into a wrestling match."

Laura looked at her daughter with feigned horror. Knowing the feel well, she couldn't count how many times men felt her big tits when on a date. With her huge breasts a big target, she couldn't count how many times she had been groped on the subway and on the elevator. Even when in work where sexual harassment was supposed to be forbidden and protect her from such things, men always made comments while staring at her breasts.

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that, Heather," she said hugging her daughter.

She looked at her mother as if she was about to burst into tears.

"Then, going up my skirt, he touched, felt, fingered, and cupped my pussy through my panties. When he made me wet with his fingers, he made me sick to my stomach. I thought I was going to vomit all over him," said Heather.

Laura showed her support of her daughter by patting her hand.

"You poor thing," said Laura while still not understand what the big deal was. She couldn't count how many man had their sexual way with her sexy body while touching her, feeling her, and groping her.

Heather took a big breath as if she needed that for the courage of all that she was about to confess next.

"He reached beneath my skirt and felt my ass and squeezed my ass through my panties before pushing my panties aside to finger me. What he obviously wanted and expected was what I was unable and unwilling to give him," she said. "He wanted to have sexual intercourse with me. He wanted to fuck me. Eww," she said. "Gross, that's so gross," she said shuddering. "I couldn't even imagine him sticking his prick inside of me."

As if she had a fever or an upset tummy, Laura patted her daughter's hand again. After seeing her daughter's panties when she walked in her bedroom and after having the urge to finger while licking her through her panties herself, she now felt like such a perverted letch. She felt no better than her date. Matter of fact with her being her mother, she felt even worse sexually lusting over her daughter, her own daughter. How dare she?

"I'm so sorry you had to experience that. Don't worry. There are plenty of good men out there looking for a good woman," she said.

Heather looked at her mother with sad eyes.

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"That's not all he did, Mother," said Heather with a sad look while fidgeting with her fingers.

Suspecting what she was going to say was what happened to her several times, Laura looked at her daughter with anger.

"What? Tell me. What did he do? Did he hurt you? Did he rape you? Tell me so that I can kill the bastard," said Laura getting angrier in the way that only a protective mother can.

Heather shook her head no.

"It didn't get that far but it could have. When he put my hand on him, he was already out of his pants. I couldn't believe it. He put my hand on his naked cock," she said. "Eww. That was so disgusting. That was so gross. That was so nasty. I couldn't believe I touched his cock."

Right now with her so horny, if she didn't have a pussy to lick, Laura would settle on sucking and fucking a cock. With no one around, she was tempted to call on her elderly neighbor, Dan, and suck and fuck him. With no one around, she was tempted to telephone her daughter's date. She wondered if her date would do the same to her that he did to her daughter. Only, instead of pushing him away, especially in the horny way she was feeling right now, she'd fuck him silly before sucking him dry.

"Oh, my God," said Laura feeling anger as much as she felt sexual excitement. "What a pig?"

Bringing back memories, she remembered the first time she felt a cock, stroked a cock, sucked a cock, and fucked a cock. Whether in their pants or out of their pants, she couldn't count how many men put her hand on their swollen pricks. She couldn't count how many horny men wouldn't take no for an answer and practically raped her. She couldn't count how many men forced her to stroke them and suck them. It was only until she agreed to give them what they wanted, a hand job and/or a blowjob that they'd stop sexually abusing her.

With women gentler and more respectful, is it any wonder why she'd sexually rather be with a woman than with a man? She never had to wrestle with a sexually aggressive woman. She never met a woman who wouldn't take no for an answer. Obviously, the much better sex, women were much nicer and more understanding than men.

"At first, I was as curious as I was surprised. I had never touched or even seen a penis close up before. Nonetheless shocked by the touch of it, I was fascinated with it. It was so hard and yet so soft at the same time," she said with a shrug. "I stared down at his erect cock while mistakenly giving him the wrong impression that I was interested in stroking, sucking, and/or fucking his erect prick when I wasn't."

As if all men were animals and all pricks were snakes, Laura looked at her daughter with horror.

"Bastard! That dirty bastard," said Laura.

As if afraid to tell her mother for fear that she'd really be angry and perhaps think her a whore, Heather nodded her head with indecision before confiding in her mother.

"He wrapped my fingers around his naked penis, Mom. How he managed to get himself out of his pants without me knowing, is still a mystery to me," said Heather crying now. "He moved my hand up and down with his hand in his attempt to have me give him a forced hand job. All I could think of was him squirting himself all over my hand and all over my clothes. Eww. Gross. That would have been so gross."