The Family Pet Ch. 06

'Oohhhhhhhhhhh AMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!'

Amy felt her face sprayed as Taylor came and came hard. She might have imagined it, but birds seemed to flapping out of the trees in protest at Taylor's screams of orgasm. Which only made her smile. Taylor's ass finally hit the deck again and her back straightened. She didn't say anything, absolutely spent, and Amy could only hear her panting, trying to catch her breath. Mind you, she couldn't hear much, Taylor's legs still blocking out all sound nearly. The fingers unravelled from her hair and let go, slumping by Taylor's side.

Amy got to her feet and looked down at her love. Her chest was heaving slowly, lungs sucking air, with eyes closed. It was as if she had just run a marathon and collapsed on the ground at the finish line – exhausted, spent but full of joy. Those eyes opened and Amy gazed into them. Taylor's lips parted, the corners of her mouth widening into the smile she knew so well. Amy offered out her hand and Taylor took it, allowing herself to be heaved up so they were both standing naked on the balcony, gazing at each other. The moonlight washed over them, as their silhouettes became one at the lips.

Eventually, Taylor broke the kiss but kept onto Amy's hand leading her back into the bedroom.

'I've got a surprise for you ... for us ... and I wanted to say something while we use it ... it probably sounds corny ... but oh, you'll see. I feel like I need to do this.'

Amy was confused but nodded carefully, watching Taylor as she went on over to their luggage. After the beautiful night they had shared, never feeling as comfortable with one another as they did now, why did Taylor look so nervous? She came back over, though this time she clutched a huge blue double dildo in her hand. Nearly two foot long, it had the appearance of a rubber snake. Amy gazed at with lust when she saw it and giggled but Taylor's face remained an impasse.

'What's up?'

Taylor walked on over to the bed, and sat down on it, looking at her wife, who was perched leaning against the headboard waiting for her to speak. She swung her legs on and sat opposite Amy crosslegged. There was a lump in her throat but she wanted to get this off her chest.

'I've never seen a double-dildo make anyone look so unhappy.' Amy quipped, bringing a laugh from Taylor despite herself.

'Amy. I love you so much. And I know you love me. And don't hate me, cos I know you reassure me every day. But this ...', she said, reaching out to her wife and gently stroking her baby belly. 'I'm so worried .. please don't hate me ... I'm worried that she's going to come between us. Because she'll always feel like hers and not yours...'

But Amy cut in before she could finish, gripping the hand on her belly tight and forcing her attention.

'Taylor. Don't you ever say stupid shit like that. She has a name. Say it ...'

'Karen ...'

'Karen is as much yours as she is mine. You didn't get me pregnant but you're the one who gave me a foundation, a home, a family that I would want to raise a baby in. I know with all my heart that you're gonna be the one there for me, for us, when we need you because you're her mother too. I don't ever EVER want you to think that you're not. You got that?'

There were tears in Tay's eyes now and Amy wasn't sure if she was going to be able to hold them back. Changing the subject briefly before she really did cry, she looked at the huge blue toy.

'So what's all this got to do with that monstrosity?'

Taylor giggled through her sniffles and looked down at it.

'You're gonna think I'm silly, it sounds stupid ... I just get paranoid that all the times I fucked you, I didn't get you pregnant. It's probably my lesbian phallic jealousy or some other Freudian bullshit. And as horrible as I know it can be for you, I don't get to carry her. I want to help, I want to feel like we made her together. I know that's selfish of ...'

'Of course, it's not...', Amy interjected again, squeezing her hand comfortingly. 'I've told you once tonight and I won't tell you again, stop saying stupid shit!'

Every time Amy made her laugh, Taylor felt her tears subside more.

'Well, I got it in my head that, I dunno, if we used this thing, it would be like me fucking you and you fucking me ... together. I thought it might just feel like ... we were making a baby.'

Amy sat up from the bed, eye to eye with her love.

'Taylor, my darling. That is the cutest thing, I have ever heard.'

Taylor gave a nervous but relieved snort of laughter mixed with tears, but just as she was about to say something, Amy placed both hands on her temple and pulled her in for the softest kiss, lingering and full of feeling without being sexual, just pure love for a second. The sex was coming but for now she just held Taylor's head in her hands, sharing a beautiful connection. When they broke away, Amy's eyes travelled down to the dildo.

'Let's do it!'

Taylor, cheerier now but still with a huge question to ask, picked up the toy and ran one end of it up Amy's box, pausing at the clit and tickling it. Amy sighed, letting all the pent up sexual tension out her body.

'Amy?'

'No more talking, baby, just put that thing in me. Let's make a baby!'

'Amy, there's something else I think we both know we need to talk about. That we both want to.'

She continued to stroke Amy's clit while she bent the dildo in on itself, stopping at her entrance then slowly sliding some good few inches into her love. When it was in as much as Amy wanted, legs spread, Taylor lay back and began to work the toy into herself. Amy's hand reached across her body and found Taylor's, and they held on tight.

'Come on, fuck me Mommy...'

'That's just it, Amy ...', said Taylor, their crotches meeting in a classic scissor position only with a huge dildo sandwiched between them, filling both their pussies. Jesus, it was hard to concentrate on such huge propositions when her walls were being stretched this much.

'... cos when you call me Mommy, I know what you want. You want your Mommy to fuck you, you want to be a naughty daughter and I love that. I don't think I admitted it to myself truly before I met you but now I think that's OK. Amy ...', and now Taylor began to start rocking both their hips, getting their juices flowing and their bodies pumping as she dropped the bombshell, '... is Karen going to be our naughty daughter? When she's old enough, will she be calling us Mom ... or will we be her special Mommies?'

Her wicked taboo question out there, Taylor felt scared but did what she knew best and gripped Amy's hand and tried to help her experience sexual bliss by fucking her with her own hips, all the time while she was fucking herself. If it wasn't for the massive tension in the air, this would have been perfect. They must use this toy again, she thought, distracting herself from the fact that Amy hadn't spoke for, what, like ten seconds now.

'Tay...I'd thought you'd never ask.' Now Amy's voice sounded teary, occasionally rising in pitch though when the toy hit the sweet spot good. 'I want to ... I really want to ... but it's wrong.'

'She's our Karen, Amy. She's gonna be our girl. If she doesn't want to, we can never pressure her. But if she's anything like you baby, anything like me, we both know she's going to be a little incest slut.'

The words were meant as a joke but they both knew it was true. Amazingly, among this serious chat, they had taken each other in both hands now and were rocking back and forth on the bed. They were humping so fast, boxes glued together by the toy, their wet juices mixing in together, it was a wonder they couldn't even concentrate.

'Oh Tay, I want to so much! Our girl ....'

'Our girl, baby ...'

Amy knew this was a turning point in her life, in her daughter's life, a decision that would echo throughout her years but right now she had never reached a point of sexual ecstasy like this. The thought of growing old with Tay and their daughter, their lover to join them ... how could she ever turn away that hot thought, no matter how taboo it was. In the end, she just let go and yelled...

''I'm gonna fuck my daughter!'

'We're going to fuck our daughter ... together ... we're gonna be one big happy dyke family!'

Their asses slid back and forward on the bed as they cried out the words in sheer relief and happiness now. Amy's fingers clamped round her wife's hard as she knew the orgasm was coming.

'I love you so much Taylor ... everything I do, it's all for ... for you, Taylor!'

'Amy ... it's all for you. It has been since the DAAAAAAAAAY that I met you. And it's gonna be for Karen now ...

'Yes! YES!' Amy screamed as she came, what would be one of infinite orgasms on that beautiful honeymoon in Greece. 'FOR KAREN! FOR KAREN!'

***

December, 2, 2015

'For Karen', said Taylor, depositing one cup of coffee before her daughter. 'And for Amy.'

Amy thanked her wife with a kiss on the cheek and watched her as she sat down next to her. Under the table, she teasingly rubbed Taylor's outside thigh. When Karen looked up from her paper, she stopped much to Taylor's disapproval.

'So you guys doing anything today?'

'Well, your mother has the day off work.' Taylor started. 'And I need to set up the place for tonight so she's gonna come give me a hand. You gonna text Sarah and ask her if you want to meet up before you head on over tonight?'

'Yeah sure, I'll do that now.'

She whipped out her phone and sent the following text.

<< Hey Aunt Sarah. Moms told me you were in town today, are you gonna be going over to the bar tonight? They invited me along tonight for some reason but I quite want to go, but they said it might be best if I go with you. I just broke up with Ryan so I'm feeling pretty shit. Maybe we can get a coffee in town or something? Xx >>

Both her moms were engrossed in conversation now so she excused herself and took herself up to her room, opening her laptop and watching some Youtube videos. Not twenty minutes after she had texted Sarah, a reply winged its way back to her.

<< Hey Kazza, nice to know you haven't forgotten your old Aunt Sarah. I'd love to meet up with you today. Starbucks at 2 today? Shame to hear about Ryan, men are bastards! I'm always telling you the grass is greener on the other side of the lesbian fence. Maybe we can fix you up with a lovely lady if you're coming tonight. I thought they never wanted you near there? S >>

Her aunt Sarah always brought a smile to her face and she curled up foetally in the bed, cradling her phone, looking forward to her day now.

<< Haha, well I don't know if I want a 'lovely lady' as you put it ... but I don't know. I'm kinda excited to see what your world is like to be honest. It should be fun. If it's OK with you, mind if I ask a few questions later. And yeah Starbucks sounds great. See you later then!' xx >>

Satisfied with her plans for the day and feeling significantly less hungover now, Karen was in a much better mood. She pulled her laptop up to her boobs, laying flat that is, and decided to put on an episode of her favourite show, Community. It had never really occurred to her before but now it seemed strikingly obvious ... but the actress who played Annie? Well, she was hot. Like, smoking hot.

It had never even been part of her mental make up to check her out before but now she couldn't help but notice what nice, full, daresay sexy lips she had. And the way that no matter what boring clothes she was wearing, those breasts just seemed to thrust out like they needed to be seen. Seen by her ....

'KAREN! WE'RE OFF OUT. MAYBE, SEE YOU LATER!'

'BYE!' Karen shouted down the stairs to her parents. She had the house to herself and a naughty idea crept up on her. Staring at the screen, she opened a new tab and Googled the words, "Community" and "Annie". The name Alison Brie popped up and she clicked on the Images section. Karen couldn't deny it, she really was beautiful and she found herself agreeing whole heartedly. She stared at those pictures for some time before typing in the next part. "Alison Brie Sex Tape". Every celeb had one of those tapes on the internet... did she, Miss Brie?

No sex tape but there was a link in one porn website to a sex scene from a movie. Her mouse hovered over it. Was she really doing this? Her parents had gone out so she wouldn't be disturbed. And she really wanted to. If she wasn't much mistaken, her knickers were starting to show with a little damp patch. If she clicked on it though, what would that say about her. As soon as she had set her mind on going to a gay bar tonight, a whole new set of feelings had come rushing to her. If she clicked on it, she already knew she would like what she saw but could she control what happened next?

Click. She couldn't resist. Now the browser had switched to the porn site but the video was still loading. She had been on porn sites before, boy had she watched a lot of porn at the tender age of eighteen, but never to view a woman before. And while it was loading she couldn't help the age old ritual of snaking her hand down her waistband and finding her clit. Finally the video appeared and she was ready to play it, ready to masturbate over a woman when ...

'HEY NOW, CALL IT A SPLIT BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT YOU WILL/ OH YOU BITE FRIENDS LIKE CHOCOLATE!'

Her ringtone was blaring out, 'Chocolate' by 'The 1975', and irritatedly she hit the green button, annoyed at this interruption, dreading it would be Ryan.

'Yes, what do you want?!'

'Get in loser, we're going shopping!'

She thanked her lucky stars, it was only Sarah. Grinning at the Mean Girls reference and hoping superstitiously that she couldn't detect through her voice what she had been about to do, she replied giddily.

'I thought we weren't meeting for ages!'

'Well, I just had to run an errand by your house and it seemed stupid making you walk into town. I'm outside come on down and I'll give you a ride.'

Sighing, knowing she wouldn't get that little playtime into her hectic schedule now, she quickly untucked her hand from her underwear, noting the tip of her middle finger was wet.

'OK, I'll be down in five, let me throw a bit of make-up on and do my hair.'

'You don't need it, hurry up bitch!'

'Five minutes is all I ask, don't make me go to ten.'

'Alright, hurry up!'

Karen smiled as she put the phone down. Although Sarah was older than her moms, she felt like a teenage girl to her. She was vivacious and all about the fun, hopefully today would be the same. When she was satisfied with her appearance, satisfied she'd been knocking the boys dead ... and hey, today maybe the girls... she waltzed out the door, slamming it shut behind her and jumped into Sarah's coupe. They embraced and kissed cheeks, then Sarah slammed her foot down and they roared off towards the mall.

'How ya doing?' Sarah asked as they sped along the highway.

'I'm okay.'

'How ya feeling about tonight, I mean? You said you had questions on the phone?'

'Erm, I don't know, good I guess.'

'Tell you what, I'll take you out for a meal after we're done shopping and we can talk all about it.'

The rest of the drive was pretty innocuous, the two women catching up after a lengthy absence. Karen learned that Sarah had been seeing a girl called Alice only a few years older than herself and barely out of college, which was casual at first but was becoming more serious. Karen confided to Sarah about her break up with Ryan and the fact that he had been cheating on her with some other girl. Sarah did the usual lesbian routine of cursing all men and swearing her off them, and even though it was just an act, it made Karen chuckle, pushing Ryan further from her mind. They parked on the roof of the mall in the car park and made their way down to the fashion section. Sarah offered a hand and they strolled round the shops together.

'The big question is, do you want to get laid tonight?!'

'Sarah!'

'Come on. We both know what kind of estabilishment it is. And like it or not, Karen, you're hot. You are your mother's daughter, both of them! And there are going to be plenty of single women looking to get with you. The question is, do you want to get with them?' When Karen paused for a while, she added. 'For god's sake Karen, I of all people aren't going to judge you.'

'No, I know. I think ... I do. Or at least, I want to try it.' Sarah's face transformed into a wide grin. 'Don't you be getting any ideas! You're like family to me!'

'You think that would stop me even if we were...' Karen tensed up at that so she continued. 'Don't worry honey, I'm only joking. You are smoking hot I have to admit, but things are getting serious with Alice now maybe and I don't want to ruin that. But I think me and your moms have always hoped you'd become a little dyke.'

'I'm not a dyke yet ... I'm just intrigued.'

'That's what all the once-upon-a-time straight girls say before the inevitable.' Karen teased.

They paused outside two clothing stores, a Francesca's Collection and a Hollister's.

'What say I treat you to a new dress then honey, if you're going to be looking absolutely fabulous tonight.'

Karen beamed and pulled her Aunt Sarah into a tight hug, so tight that Sarah almost felt the life squeeze out of her. She rubbed Karen's back soothingly, although making sure she didn't enjoy the smooth feel of it too much and waved away any of Karen's thanks. When Karen pulled away and headed off in the direction of Hollister however, Sarah stayed where she was and pointed to the other store on the left.

'I want to try in here first.'

Karen noted an oddly insistent tone in Sarah's voice for no apparent reason, but knew better than to argue with someone who had agreed to buy her a dazzling dress for free and followed her in to the slightly more conservative store. The shop was fairly empty apart from one girl who was browsing the tops section, and the shop assistant, a petite black lady around Karen's age with black frizzy hair and a cute smile.

She didn't think she had ever seen her before but when she looked up towards her new customers, this woman seemed to recognise them. Maybe she was in her grade after all?

Sarah took her gently by the arm and led her over to the dresses section, picking a few hangers off racks and bundling them into Karen's waiting arms.

'Come on, let's go see these on you. OK IF WE USE THE FITTING ROOM?' The older woman called out to the shop assistant, with a name badge just visible pinned to her breast, reading, 'Jaz'.

'No problem.'

They selected a stall and crammed themselves in, hanging the dresses up on the side. Sarah took a seat and took out her phone. It was time for Karen to strip. She had done this kind of thing with Sarah before, whenever she was in town she was always up for the odd girly shopping trip. But her comments from earlier were still racing through her head. For how many years had her Aunt Sarah thought she was "smoking hot"? Part of her felt uncomfortable stripping. But then again, there was a part of that wanted to show off her body to hungry, devouring eyes...

She took the straps on her navy blue dress and just inched them off her shoulders, letting the material glide down her body and the dress fall to the floor. She could almost feel Sarah's eyes pinning into her bra strip, mentally undoing it. She would have to keep it on for now but again, some dark side of her wanted Sarah to stand up and wrap her arms around her bare waist now and squeeze her boobs.

Just in the fitting room in her bra and panties, Karen felt like she was being ogled but she didn't mind. As she moved over to pick up one dress, she shimmied her ass seductively. Sarah was looking down supposedly, but in the room's mirror she could see shifty glances being stolen. Karen reached first for a red maxi dress with a floral print, holding it up to her semi naked form and asking what Sarah thought.