Date: 8 Sep 2002 12:45:26 -0700 From: Jan Subject: Manchester Mum (Incest F/F ) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2002 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Manchester Mum By Jan The sun was just coming through the bedroom window and I was just starting to wake up. It took a moment to remember what had taken place last night that I have a slight hangover and my mouth feels like it is filled with pond scum. I know that my breath would wilt onions. I was thinking about getting up to brush my teeth and empty my bladder. I turned my head and looked to my left. I was looking at the back of Ginger's head. Then I felt her warm body pressed against my left hip. I turned my head to the right and was looking into the face of a sleeping young woman that Ginger had brought home last night for a party. I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what had brought me to this moment. I have always been attracted to women. From the time I was a child I had fantasized about making love to my mother. I never acted on my desires. I even wanted to make love to my younger sister, Louise, but never had the nerve to make a pass at her. When I was in upper school a classmate approached me. We had a short affair, until we were caught. That frightened me enough to stop for awhile. The safest thing to do was get married to stop any talk about my sexuality. I had married shortly after I had gotten my realtor's license. The sex was not that good, but we had a daughter, within a year of marriage. We named her Ginger, as it turned out that was an appropriate name for her. My sister and I were reflections of our family with our dark hair and dark eyes. Ginger took after her father. She had ginger colored hair and blue-green eyes. I made a good living as realtor and property investments. I was able to put Ginger through medical school, and even managed to buy a six-bedroom home in a nice section of Manchester. When Ginger graduated medical school she was lucky enough to intern at South Manchester University Medical School Hospital. That allowed her to live at home. I always leave my itinerary with my office when I was showing real estate to potential buyers. For years I had found time to frequent the lesbian nightclubs in Manchester. I had a circle of friends that I could call on to have an afternoon tryst with during a quiet day. I had called one of my girlfriends to meet me at one of the homes I was selling, on such a day. My husband thought I was dating other men and checked where I was. When he opened the bedroom door, expecting to catch me in bed with a man, he was dumb struck, when he saw me kneeling between the legs of another fifty year old woman. All he saw of me was my backside in the air and my dark hair draped over her thighs. It was the shriek of my friend that alerted me that we had been caught. That led to a nasty divorce. The rumor that was that got out was that it was a guy named George. Had they known it was really Georgia the wagging tongues would have never stopped. On one of those nasty nights when I was feeling sorry for myself, Ginger came home from work, to find me sobbing away like an old Nelly. She sat on my bed and hugged me. Then she dropped the boom on me. I confessed to her that I was a lesbian. "Mum I am a lesbian too. I have been for years." She said. I was too shocked to say anything. I was still blubbering on her shoulder. Ginger was stroking my back in comfort. As my tears soaked her white smock, I tried to apologize by wiping the tears away, in doing so I brushed my open palm over her melon sized breasts. Ginger placed her hand on top of mine and held my hand tightly to her breast. I stopped crying and started feeling her breasts with both hands. As we undressed each other in haste. We both were looking at each other with a new perspective. We are both pretty tall women with ample breasts. Mine are bigger than hers are. In keeping with my dark hair, my areolas war dark too. Ginger's areolas are as big around as mine are, but hers are a charming mauve-pink color. My hair is starting to get gray strands in it. I have even found some gray hairs in my pubic hair. Because I worked in sales, my appearance is my living. So, it is important what I stay in shape, and dress fashionably. I pride myself on my fashion taste. It would not do for me to show an expensive property to a family of means, to lift an arm pointing out a detail in workmanship, and distract the buyers by armpit hair showing. I spend time in beauty parlors having my hair and nails done. Then suffering the hot waxing to remove unwanted hair from my body. The armpits and legs are bad enough, but having a bikini wax job is sadistic torture. The only reason I endure it is because the Indian girl that does me relives the pain with her mouth and tongue. Ginger's pubis is a darker color than her head. It is more auburn in color. She spends so much time working long hours at the hospital that she does not have a lot of time to spend on fashion. She shaved her underarms and pubis in the shower. On this evening it had been a dew days between shaves. Stubble was visible under her arms and between the creases of her legs. I was so excited about the taboo of actually making love to my own daughter, that I insisted that she let me explore her body first. I started by kissing her. We had kissed many times as mother and daughter, but this kiss was different. The kiss was mouth to mouth and I probed her mouth with my tongue. As my desire increased, I kissed her eyes, her ears, her neck, and the hollow between her neck and her clavicle. While I was doing that I was feeling her breasts with both hands. I tried to devour her breasts in turn. I left bite marks on both of them that would last days. I would squeeze one breast while sucking on the other one. As her nipples were turning red. I started feeling her rib cage. I ran my hands over the soft swell under her navel. I was in no hurry to get to her cunt. I wanted to explore every inch of her before ending there. I moved to the foot of the bed so that I could massage her feet one at a time. I sucked her toes and licked her instep. She tickled when I licked her instep. I massaged her legs as I licked them. When I took turns licking and kissing her inner thighs. Ginger was getting so excited she was trying to pull my head against her cunt. I was not ready for that. I took hold of her legs and twisted them until she rolled over onto her tummy. When her on her tummy I lay on her back. I parted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. I rubbed my body all over her back. I kissed my way down her body. I loved the way her skin trembled when I licked her spine. The pink orbs of her arse looked so nice I kissed them both until I could not resist anymore. I kissed the dimple at the top of her crack and spread the orbs as wide as I could. I kissed and licked my way down the warm sweaty valley. My mouth was watering by the time I reached her rosebud of a sphincter hole. When I licked it, Ginger let out a moan and bucked her arse up to meet the thrust of my tongue. When I placed my right hand under her crotch, I felt just how slippery her vagina was. Ginger flung her leg over and rolled back onto her back. I was forced to pull my head up and let her roll over. She bent her knees forming a V with her legs. This time I started kissing and sucking on her inner thighs, one leg then the other. Ginger grabbed two hands full of my hair a tried to pull me closer to her vagina. I fought her all the way. I thought she would pull my hair out by the roots. When I was close enough to feel the heat of her cunt and smell the aroma of her womanhood, I could not resist any more. I opened my mouth and tasted my daughter's cunt for the first time. Ginger was rubbing her crotch against my face so fast and hard that all I had to do was stick out my tongue and I was wiping her from arsehole to clitoris. By the time Ginger climaxed my face was covered in her juices. I moved up the bed, and cuddled next to her. I wrapped my arms around her. Ginger giggled when she put her cheek next to my face. She said, "I sure christened your face with my holly water!" We both laughed at the imagery. She returned my lovemaking lick for lick, kiss for kiss. When she crawled on top of my body and kissed me on the mouth with her face wet from my juiced, I was in heaven. We finally talked about when we discovered that we were lesbians. Ginger was sympathetic to my having the desire but not the nerve to act on it, until I was almost twenty years old. I told her about my classmate teaching me about sex with women. I asked her when she first had sex with a woman. I was shocked by how young she was and who was the first to taste her. Ginger told me that Louise was the first. I almost choked, "When was this?" Ginger went on to tell me all about the summer Louise took her to Bath on Holiday. I was not sure when that was. Ginger had to remind me that was the year she turned twelve and the last year the TV series "Doctor Who" ended. I was shocked to find out that my own sister seduced my daughter. I pressed her fore details. She told me that Aunt Louise gathered her in her arms the first night in the hotel, while they were in bed. She hugged her with one arm while she ran her hand under my nightgown. She liked the feeling. When Aunt Louise offered me her breasts to suck on, she did so. We slept in each other's arms that night. She told me that Aunt Louise and her had sex with each other whenever they could after that. The next morning I hatched a plan to scare the hell out of my sister Louise. I had Ginger make a date with Louise after she got home from work that night. She was to tell Louise that I was out of town on business for a couple of days. That night when Ginger was taking Aunt Louise to her bedroom I was in the adjoining bathroom. I watched Ginger make love to her Aunt. I was so excited that I took off my panties and masturbated, while watching my daughter sucking my sister's cunt. When Louise reversed places and made love to Ginger I watched until she was sucking Ginger's cunt, before entering the room. Louise was a blubbering fool trying to explain what she was doing. I ranted and raved like I was furious with her. She begged me to forgive her. When she was sweating enough, I told her that I would punish her. She agreed to anything. I produced a strap-on dildo from Ginger's bathroom and after lubing it I had Ginger hold Louise still while I insert the thing into my sisters arsehole. Louise was sweating and crying as I placed the strap around her waist, so the toy could not fall out. While she was adjusting to the discomfort I stepped in front of her and lifted my skirt up and draped it over her head. She was face to face with my naked pussy. Louise gave out a sigh and started sucking on my cunt. Ginger lay on the floor so that she could suck her Aunt's pussy again. After we had finished we lay on the bed to relive our relationship. Louise and I had no idea that the other was a lesbian. Because the house was so large we started inviting women home to spend the weekends with us in an orgy of women enjoying each other. I was bringing home my women friends from the lesbian nightclubs. Louse was bring over her friends and Ginger was bring home other doctors and sister (nurses to American's). That is where I was now. Ginger was on one side of me, and a young sister on the other side of me. Each of the other five bedrooms had three or four women in them. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com.