Ann & Alicia
Chapter 1: Elizabeth's Visit
It started when my daughter Alicia found the box full of my old sorority stuff
from College while cleaning out my bedroom closet for me. She was about to start
to college, and with retro fashions the rage since the turn of the century, I'd
suggested that perhaps she might find some interesting old clothes in there. My
husband died of a heart attack, late in the nineties, and while Alicia and I got
along OK on my part-time job and the monthly supplement from his insurance
policy, it's hard to keep things straight around the house. Alicia helped me
with a lot of chores that Ben did when he was alive, and I was hoping to get
some free spring cleaning of my bedroom closet out of the deal. Little did I
know how far away it would lead us, although if I had it to do over, I'll still
make the same choice.
I was in the kitchen fixing dinner, and listening to the TV news while Alicia
sorted clothes, occasionally carrying boxes of clothes too worn to wear past me
out to the street. The TV rattled on about millennia stories in the
background！we'd gone past Y2K with few problems in the U.S. but some of the
other countries were so lucky. Here we'd only had minor disruptions, and some
fluctuations of the stock market. For a while it went way down, especially
companies who had experienced problems, but my investment representative said to
just hold on that all of the companies in my portfolio were solid. It was quite
the same overseas-- Russia all but collapsed, there were riots in France again,
and Indonesia was very bad.
I never understood it, but after 2000, the markets in Asia collapsed, compounded
by several major natural disasters. As typical for some of those countries, they
rebounded, but others are still struggling. I only heard part of that night, but
a least one small country somehow reverted to French colonial rule. I only
caught part of it, as right when they started talking, my pasta started to boil
over and Alicia rushed in just as it boiled over. It had something to do with
the government being nonsolvent, and therefore the territory reverting to French
ownership because of an old treaty. It seemed to a really strange situation！it
had been an island chain with a Monarchy. The king had been disposed and left
the country amid riots, leaving the country in chaos. Some legal maneuverings
would likely put it or some of the islands in the hands of global corporations.
France had it's own troubles, and didn't want the island. I didn't catch all
of it, and thought nothing of it at the time. The island was after all, halfway
across the Pacific, and on the bottom side of the equator from here in LA.
With the pasta under control, Alicia went back upstairs after telling me she
would clean up and come down for supper after working in the closet just a bit
longer. I said OK, and to be down in 30 minutes. The news had just gone off the
TV, and an old sitcom was now on, so I turned it off, and went back to finishing
supper. My mind just sort of wandered as I busied myself at the stove！we'd
done fine since Ben left us, but I was starting to worry about Alicia. She was
quiet like me, and she seemed to mostly have girlfriends. She disliked making
decisions almost as much as me, and would sit around waiting for them to call
instead of taking initiative herself.
Alicia came back down sooner than I expected with a puzzled look on her face,
and a small photograph in her hand. I asked what was wrong, and she replied
"Nothing. I was just wondering about this photo I found in a box of sorority
stuff." I'd almost forgotten all about my college experiences. A flood of old
memories came back to me as I stared at my daughter.
I giggled nervously, as she handed me to Polaroid. "I'd forgotten all about
this picture", I told her as I realized what it was of. The photo caught me
laying across my best friend's lap naked except for a T-shirt that had ridden
halfway up my belly. My body was still in shape, but I was very athletic then,
and the photo captured my profile very well. The sorority sister who'd taken
the picture had caught me just after my best friend had delivered a particularly
hard spank to my bottom, and my ｀pleasure' showed in the photo.
I was embarrassed, and expected Alicia to question me about why I was being
spanked, but she ignored most of the picture. She just asked, "But what's this
on your butt?", as she pointed to the picture. Caught off guard, I unbuttoned my
shorts, and dropped them and my panties to the floor. Since Ben's death, we'd
become somewhat casual, and while we didn't walk around naked, we thought
nothing of dressing or undressing in front of the other. Ironically I'd never
taken my panties off in front of her. Bending over the counter, I showed her a
red heart tattooed on my right ass cheek pierced by an arrow with a whip snaking
below it. "Cool" she said as she ran her hand over the tattoo. I flinched as she
ran her hand across the tattoo！the tattoo was very close to my crack. I
flinched and contracted my groin muscles uncontrollably as I realized she could
see both my asshole and slit in my bent over position！something had just
radically changed between us and I wasn't sure what.
I changed the subject with "Supper's ready.", and started to pull up my pants.
She stopped me with an unexpected spank to my full butt. "Wait a minute. Did
they let you pull your pants back up after your spanking?"
"No", I admitted, as I stammered out "They made me stay in just the T-shirt the
rest of the evening so they could admire my red ass."
"Then leave them on the floor, and let's sit down and eat." Her sudden
dominance surprised me！once I would have protested, but I simply picked up the
platter, and walked to the table. The feel of air on my full bush seemed
strange, and I thought back to many nights I was made to stay naked so my
friends could admire my body. I'd not been submissive to anyone since college,
with Ben I'd been the aggressive one, always wanting him to eat me or his cock
in my ass, and I suddenly realized I missed college.
We ate in silence. I was lost in old memories, and Alicia seemed to revert to a
more submissive personality, and seemed too nervous to ask me more. We cleaned
up still in silence, with Alicia uncharacteristically helping me wash dishes.
Afterwards, she walked into the den, as I finished putting up the clean plates.
Spontaneously, I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses before following her
into the den.
I curled up on the sofa, and pour myself a glass of wine. I motioned for Alicia
to come sit next to me so I could tell her the deal with the pictures. When I
started college, my best friend Elizabeth wanted to join "The coolest sorority
on campus!" I was reluctant, but she pushed, and we went together that night to
their pledge party. The first night, and the rest of the week was fairly
ordinary for two college girls trying to get into a sorority. All she could talk
about was the sorority, and that she would just die if we weren't accepted
together. At the end of the week we were conditionally accepted, and were told
that if we made it though the trials of the coming semester, there would be a
ceremony where the chosen girls would be made full sisters. At the rush party, I
noticed that very oddly, about half of the older sisters were casually running
their hands through the hair of the sisters sitting or lying next to each of
them.
"But what about the tattoo?" Alicia interrupted me. I was trying to lead up to
it so she would understand. Suddenly I decided I would just come out and say it.
At this rate, I might have taken all night to figure how to tell it to Alicia.
"It means Elizabeth owns me..." I simply said. At the sorority ceremony, those
of us who were left were told that new members were only accepted in pairs！one
dominant, and one submissive, usually friends who'd pledged together. Sometimes
pledges where paired up during hell week, but usually came as friends. If one
dropped out, the other had to go. The sorority had a firm rule that each pair
was always together symbolically had to support each other, one would always
emerge dominant and the other submissive. All of the games and trials during
rush week, while appearing like normal sorority games, were actually designed to
test whether new prospects were submissive or dominant, and for the submissives
how far they were willing to submit. Their games also uncovered the latent
lesbians, and only the pledges that passed and signed a secrecy clause were
asked back. Then if we made it to the end of the semester, we'd find out
everything at the final initiation ceremony.
I blushed again as I explained, one of the secret trademarks of the sorority was
a belief in the power of womankind, and a strong idea that for a woman to have
any power in today's corporate society, she must also address the submissive
side. Dominant members didn't necessarily have to be lesbians, but submissive
members like me wound up licking pussy whether they liked it or not. I
shouldn't have to say that I was as familiar with Elizabeth's pussy as my own.
I stopped there, too embarrassed to talk about my lesbian tendencies to my
daughter. Since that first semester, Elizabeth and I shared a bed all through
college, and I tended to her every need, and I didn't know how to communicate
my need to be submissive to another woman to my daughter. It didn't help that I
was being to suspect that Alicia was just like me in more than the obvious ways.
I'd assumed it had been a college fling. Elizabeth and I had best friends since
grade school, and we'd done everything together just like sisters. As
teenagers, we dressed and showered together, and our college affair seemed like
just a natural extension. After college, I met Ben while working, and we got
married a year later. I continued to communicate with Elizabeth, but she moved
to Texas for a promising job. She came to visit once or twice a year, but with
everything we were both busy and I hadn't seen her in over a year. Even our
last email exchange had been months ago.
Sensing my awkwardness, Alicia spoke up again, "Why don't you call her, and get
her out here? I always wondered why you never dated anyone else after Dad died."
I started to admonish her for being too upfront, but held my tongue！she was
right after all.
I sat down next to her, and said, "OK, I'll call." We just sat there after
that, I didn't really know what else to say, and I just reflected on my days
with Elizabeth. My thoughts turned to Alicia in ways I'd never done before. I
thought about Alicia again！like most parents until now I'd thought of her as
my little girl, not a growing woman with sexual desires. It's hard to think
about, but I thought again maybe we were both just alike and would both be
happier if he explored our submissive sides and found out whom we really
attracted to. Quietly, almost in a whisper, I said "If you want to talk about
sex, you can ask or talk to me about anything. There are no forbidden
questions."
I got up and went to call Elizabeth. I came back and told Alicia I'd left a
message on Elizabeth's answering machine. As I sat down, Alicia said "I want to
talk later, but right now I just want to sit here with you Mom."
I reminded her, "If Elizabeth comes, It's OK if you talk to her too. I always
followed her lead, and she can probably explain some things I can't."
After we'd sat enjoying each other's company for a long while, she suddenly
asked, "When was the last time someone spanked you?"
"Well, your father spanked me several times before and after we were married,
but he never did it hard enough. I haven't been really spanked since college."
I heard myself say.
Before I knew it, I was lying in her lap on the sofa, pulling my shirt up so my
bare belly rested against her thighs as I settled down on. Her hand came down on
my tattooed cheek, then an inexperienced rain of blows followed. I had to coach
her！"No harder! Randomly hit my cheeks, and land one in the middle every once
in a while. Don't be so regular, make me wonder when the next one is coming."
She was nothing like Elizabeth, but I actually did have one small orgasm as I
lay in her lap. When I'd finally had enough, I made no attempt to get up, but
instead just lay there and let her massage my back and bottom. I wanted our
relationship to change, but I was uncertain how to proceed and Alicia obviously
wasn't comfortable being dominant.
Elizabeth called back the next day and told me she'd be here in a few days. She
didn't ask, just simply stated when she would be here and for me to be ready.
She was strangely silent about our past or why I'd not called sooner. Instead,
she talked about her corporation. She was now the director of one of the major
divisions, and would be moving back to California to help manage a new branch
which included some hotels in the Southwest, and several new resorts in Hawaii
and several interesting islands. She cut me off, and said I'd just have to see
for myself when I tried to get more information out of her.
She came into my house two days later in a flurry of activity. "The rest of my
bags are outside. Go get them Please.", in a commanding tone was all she said to
me. A few minutes later I had all of her bags in the spare bedroom, and returned
to the living room. I found Elizabeth and Alicia sitting together on the sofa
chatting like old friends.
"Come over here" Elizabeth commanded. "You waited far to long to call me, and
you know you'll have to pay for your mistake. Drop your shorts and panties and
lie on my lap."
"What about Alicia?" I protested.
She shocked me, "Alicia been asking about the photograph and how many times I
spanked you. She says you already shamelessly dropped them in front of her once
already. So no more protests and assume the position."
Quietly, I dropped them, and stepped out of the shorts and panties. As I stood
in front of her in just my tanktop, she pinched my pubic hair between my
fingers！ "This will have to go." I was told.
I climbed into her lap and lay down across her thighs. Alicia was sitting close
to Elizabeth, and I couldn't help but brush against my daughter.
"Put your head in her lap" was Elizabeth's command. She grabbed my arms and
arranged them at my sides with my hands tucked under my thighs and against my
mound. My chin rested in Alicia's lap with my cheek against her crotch. I could
distinctly smell the scent of her sex as I lay there. It was clear that both of
us were becoming aroused. Alicia caressed my face as I waited for Elizabeth to
start; I blushed again, not from the impending spanking but because I sensed
something happening between my daughter and myself.
Suddenly a hand came down on my ass very hard! Elizabeth had gotten much
stronger since college, and I arched my back, raising my head and letting out a
loud scream. I fell back down onto Alicia's lap, my breasts straining against
my thin top and rubbing hard against my daughter's thigh as another blow landed
on the other cheek. I cried out again, and raised up again with the second blow.
Elizabeth continued in an irregular rhythm, landing blows on either check
randomly. I bucked wildly, as my tits continued to rub against my daughter with
each blow, and my top rose almost to my chest.
Soon I was crying uncontrollable as the blows rained down. Elizabeth changed her
pattern and now her hand hit me between the cheeks, and landed on my slit every
few blows. As she spanked me, she would run her hand along my slit and asshole
on the upstrokes. My hands reached for my pussy, and I began to finger myself as
I received my punishment. Not surprising, Alicia's hand reached down and
fingered her own sex through her jeans. I'd discussed masturbation with my
daughter, and had told her it was normal, but of course neither of us had ever
caught the other jerking off. I continued to rub my breasts against my daughter,
on purpose I think. It was impossible to think clearly, but all of a sudden I
wanted my relationship with Alicia to change. So with each blow, I wiggled my
upper body to stimulate my hard nipples against my daughter's thigh or side.
The punishment stopped as soon as it began, and Elizabeth's hand openly and
tenderly caressed my bottom as she softly soothed me. After a few minutes, she
patted me, and said, "OK, you can get up now. I shouldn't have to tell you！go
put your bottoms in the hamper." I stood, but didn't attempt to adjust my top！
I left it bunched around my torso.
Alicia shocked me again, as the wicked little wench added "Why not have her put
the top in the hamper too. It doesn't conceal anything anyway."
I grinned at the comment. Not because of the comment, but because I knew the
answer. Elizabeth was not one to be trifled with.
Acidly, "Since it's your idea, go with her and take all of your clothes off
too.", came the reply, "Looking at both of you for the rest of the night appeals
to me." We both nervously walked to the laundry room. I was beginning to be
afraid of where this was going even as I wanted it, and fortunately felt that
Elizabeth would take the choice from me. I gingerly rubbed my bare ass as we
walked, Alicia's joining mine occasionally.
At the laundry room, I quickly pulled the top over my head, and threw it into
the basket. I pulled my tennis shoes off, and threw my socks after the top for
good measure. Alicia was slower, and I had to revert to my mother role.
"Hurry up and strip! I'm sure you've figured out Elizabeth doesn't like to
wait!" With my prompting and a little blush, she quickly pulled her own clothes
off and added them to the pile. We stood completely naked in front of each other
for the first time since she was a young girl. We both looked each other over as
we stood there. From comparisons, one could tell she was my daughter！as I
remembered, her body looked just like mine when I started college.
Her breasts were almost as large as mine, but were more pointed and supported
themselves better. Mine were much more rounded！they didn't sag but they were
obviously mature and full. Likewise, her butt was very athletic and trim. Her
pussy was almost a mirror image of mine！the only differences seemed to be that
her pubic hair was very sparse, and I never knew she'd started shaving her
lips. I made a note to shave my own during my next bath before Elizabeth said
anything else.
Snapping out of my reverie, I commanded Alicia to come back to the den with me.
"We'll get new punishment if we don't hurry!" Elizabeth smiled as the two of
us walked back into the den. Alicia and I were only a little bit timid as she
sat back down on the sofa and I awkwardly tried to find somewhere that wouldn't
hurt my tender ass. I finally settled onto my stomach on the floor in front of
them as Elizabeth started to talk.
"See? Both of you look much better like this. Ann, I'll enjoy seeing your red
bottom for the rest of the evening. Alicia, watch your step. If you'd been one
more minute getting back you'd be tending a sore butt too. I think I might
order this to be the normal attire. I'll think about it. In the meantime, I
want supper. Go get started while I go rent a movie for tonight."
Alicia and I were very quiet as we worked in the kitchen. Our conversation was
limited to dinner as we both cooked. "Hand me that pan", "I need the soy sauce
from that cabinet", etc. were the extent of our conversation. Neither of us
seemed to want to talk about what was happening or our feelings. I was feeling
very submissive, and I had a gut feeling that even without talking, Alicia and I
were going the same way, and wanted the same thing！whatever that turned out to
be.
Elizabeth waltzed back in as we were spooning a Thai dish into a serving dish
and preparing noodles to go with it. She was carrying a bag from the video
store, and zipped right past us, refusing to answer any questions about what
she'd gotten. As we put the dishes on the table, and Elizabeth came back, I had
my suspicions, but I knew to keep my mouth shut. Supper was uneventful despite
that two of us sat at the table totally nude. Soon we forgot all about
it！Elizabeth started asking Alicia questions about what she liked to do, where
she hoped to go to college, etc. Summer was halfway over, and while Alicia was
enrolled in the same local college Elizabeth and I graduated from, like all 18
year olds, she was still questioning her future. Elizabeth asked if Alicia
wanted to pledge a sorority, and told her about our old one, but thankfully she
stayed away from where it had led.
After a long leisurely supper, we retired to the den with after-dinner drinks.
We settled down to watch whatever Elizabeth had rented. This time, Alicia lay on
the floor, propped up against the sofa. Elizabeth sat down on the sofa, and I
curled up next to her. She hit the play button on the remote, and settled back
against the end of the sofa, and guided my head into her lap.
My pussy and ass clenched again in apprehension as I realized she'd rented a
movie from a well-known lesbian production company. The company's movies were
tasteful movies meant for the lesbian community, not hardcore porn, but it still
made me a bit uncomfortable to watch a movie with my daughter that would
probably express genuine love between women. After it started I forgot all that,
as I became engrossed in the movie, and lay motionless in Elizabeth's lap as I
stared at the screen.
Partway through the movie, I had to stretch, and happened to glance down at my
daughter on the floor. She was now lying completely on the floor on her side
with a pillow under her head. Her hand was down between her legs slowly rubbing
herself as she watched the movie. Before returning my gaze to the movie, I
looked up at Elizabeth. She saw Alicia, and smiled at me then ran her hand
through my hair and turned her attention back to the movie. I visualized Alicia
on the floor masturbating as we watched the movie！at first I thought there was
something wrong with it, but I had told her masturbation was normal. I felt
guilty when she looked up at us, and caught me with my own hand idly stroking my
slit. As the movie neared the end, and one of the characters finally got the
girl she wanted, I could her Alicia moaning and moving more vigorously as her
hand stroked more intensely? I actually felt proud as I noticed she'd had a
mild cum there on the floor.
As the credits rolled, Elizabeth stood up and announced it was late and time for
bed. Alicia politely went to Elizabeth to say goodnight. A twinge went through
me as I saw Elizabeth's hand cupping my daughter's ass as Alicia hugged her. I
received not only a feel on my ass, but a long wet kiss to my neck and face as I
spied Alicia look back at us on the way up. Alicia wasn't the only one aroused.
I wasn't as bold and didn't bring myself to a climax. I prayed Elizabeth would
come to my room like old times.
Elizabeth went up to her bedroom as I went back to the kitchen for a final drink
to calm my nerves before bed. After I'd visited the bathroom, I went up to the
master bathroom to do what little I needed to get ready to turn in. Of course, I
wasn't surprised to see her come into my room and close the door quietly behind
her as I was climbing onto bed. I stretched out across the bed and watched as
she undressed and casually scattered her clothes across the floor. As she
slipped out of her panties, and hung them on my bedpost, I reached for her hips
and buried my mouth in her pussy as I'd done many times in college. The movie
had made me much hotter that I realized as I licked and sucked on her pussy with
more enthusiasm than I'd ever done before.
After her first cum, I pulled Elizabeth into my bed, and positioned her in the
middle around my pillows. I knelt between her legs, and resumed my job. I licked
up and down her slit, cupping her asscheeks in my hands and lifting up her up so
I would have access to both her pussy and asshole. I attacked her like a puppy
given a rib bone. I shook my head back and forth, heartily thrusting my tongue
into both her holes alternatively. She yelled out as she came again. I was sure
that Alicia had to hear us, even through the closed door.
I stayed between her legs as he recovered from her orgasm. I reached up and
caressed her breasts and gently licked her smooth sex, occasionally kissing or
touching her mound as she came down. Her body twitched and jerked as she
experienced aftershocks. When she pulled at my head, I accelerated my licking,
concentrating on her ass for a while this time. When she started bucking and
arching her back again, I clamped my mouth over her clit and licked again,
rapidly flicking my tongue over it until she came again.
This time she rolled over into a ball as she experienced several organisms. I
pulled myself further up onto the bed and settled down on my back among the
pillows as I waited again. Ten minutes later she rolled back over and crawled
between my legs. We were in a competition and Elizabeth intended for me to be on
the bottom. She made it clear that she was going to win！I bucked and writhed,
twisted and turned, moaning and screaming uncontrollably as she made me climax
over and over. I lost count of my orgasms, and could do nothing but lay there as
I pleaded "I give! I give!" just like when we were kids and she'd hold me down
with her knees on my shoulders until I cried uncle.
She drew herself up beside me, and pulled me close and reached for the sheet,
arranging it around us. I went to sleep with my mouth against her breast, and my
arms around her as she held me close, whispering in my ear. I dreamed
contentedly, I think I was happier than I'd been in a long time.
We slept late the next morning. The sunlight streamed in the window long before
I thought of getting up. Around ten, I heard Alicia calling, she'd made
breakfast and had hot coffee. I was slowly waking up, snuggling against
Elizabeth when Alicia knocked on the door and gradually opened it. I looked up
to see her staring at Elizabeth's clothes all over the floor and the two of us
embracing each other. I could only say "OK" as Alicia hesitantly reminded us
about breakfast.
I sat up on the side of the bed, leaving Elizabeth lying there as Alicia closed
the door. Out of habit, I pulled on a long T-shirt before softy padding
downstairs. At the door, I turned and called at Elizabeth that it was time to
get up. In the kitchen, Alicia sat cross-legged at the table, sipping from a
coffee cup. She looked awfully cute sitting there in her nightshirt. It had
risen up around her waist, and I could easily see her bottom and the tiny
panties she wore. When in the world did she get a T-bar I wondered, as I
realized how tiny it was and that it only had a thin strap up the back.
I poured myself a cup, and sat down to eat something. I was nervous about the
night before and this morning, and tried to think of anything to talk about
except sex. Elizabeth came in fully dressed, and in as much of a rush as the
night before. She collapsed into a chair, and waited for me to pour a cup of
coffee.
As she sipped, she said "I'll need to go work for a while in an hour or so,
I'll be back for supper. My corporation is busy organizing a new resort
division. I think it will be very exciting. There are lots of good opportunities
as regions recover from Y2K. The ideas of this one go back to our sorority days,
and the President of the division was the National President for our sorority.
She's managed to gather most of our sisters from our Class. There might even be
a position for you."
Just then, Alicia dropped her cup at the sink, shattering it all over the floor,
and almost in response to Elizabeth's last words. "Oops" was all she said as
she bent over, showing us her trim butt and the black narrow strap running up it
as she tried to pick up the pieces.
"Looks like someone's going to get that spanking after all.", was all Elizabeth
said. I knew not to say anything.
Elizabeth was quiet as she finished her coffee and eggs, then stood up. "I'll
be in the den, Alicia. You know where to put those silly rags first.", was her
single comment as she talked through the doorway.
Alicia's face was redder than I'd ever seen it as she threw her nightshirt and
t-bar into the hamper, and walked barefoot into the den. "It will OK", was all I
could say as I followed her.
Elizabeth was sitting in one of the straight-backed chairs this time. I
helplessly curled up at one end of the sofa to watch my girl gingerly lay
herself across Elizabeth's lap. Elizabeth arranged Alicia's arms and hands the
same as she'd arranged mine before she'd spanked me. As I watched, She raised
her hand, and brought it down against Alicia's ass. She cried out with the
blow, and arched her back just like I'd done.
The blows continued, raining down randomly on either cheek. Alicia bawled
uncontrollably punctuated by yells with each blow as Elizabeth held her down,
and delivered her punishment. I hadn't seen Alicia cry like that since she'd
been a little girl. As Elizabeth spanked her, she explained, "Breaking dishware
is fairly serious, from now on you can expect appropriate punishment when you do
something wrong. Please me and you'll me rewarded, disappoint me and you will
be punished." I wasn't surprised to see Alicia start to rub her pussy furiously
with her hands and hear her cries change their tone.
Elizabeth let Alicia lie there and cry for a few minutes after she'd finished
her punishment. Her right hand then massaged Alicia's bottom instead of
spanking, and she caressed my daughter's face and hair with the other. Alicia
started kissing her hand and thanking her for the deserved punishment as
Elizabeth continued to console her. With one last touch on the bottom, Alicia
was ordered to get up, that it was time for my old friend to leave.
Immediately Alicia rushed into my arms and buried her face in my breasts. I held
her like I had when she'd been a little girl, and cooed into her ear as she
wailed "Mommy, Mommy" over and over. After a while she quieted and just lay
there against me. I thought for a bit, and said "Move back a minute, I guess
I'd better remove this shirt before Elizabeth says something on her way out." I
pulled it over my head and welcomed her back into my arms just as Elizabeth
walked back into the room with her briefcase.
As she opened the front door to leave, she reminded us that she'd be back in
time for supper, and expected it to be ready. Her last words as he went out the
door were "Oh, and there's no point in putting anything back on, I'll expect
you two to be nude when I get back. Pretty bodies should be left bare so they
can be admired." Alicia and I just continued to lie there in each other's arms.
She'd stopped crying, said her butt still hurt like hell. I innocently massaged
her bottom, she fell asleep in my arms just like when she was little. Soon I was
asleep too.
I woke up forty-five minutes or so later, and Alicia sleepily opened her eyes
when I caressed her cheek. I decided I needed to take a bath, and told her I was
going up to the master bathroom. Alicia asked, "Do you need anything?"
"I don't think so, but come up in a while just in case.", was my answer as I
stood up. I quickly climbed the stairs, and ran hot water in my tub. Just for
good measure, I poured some bubblebath into the water before stepped in. As I
giving myself a good scrubbing, I heard Alicia fumbling around in my bedroom. I
thought about her shaved lips and Elizabeth's comments, and felt wicked as I
called, "Alicia, come in here please?"
A tingle went down my spine as she walked in, leaving the door open, I couldn't
believe how much seeing my daughter nude turned me on. She asked "What do you
need, Mom?"
"Get a razor, cream, and lotion, and climb in here with me. I need some help
shaving myself, and we haven't taken a bath together since you were a little
girl.", I was getting horny, I hoped I was right that she wanted the same thing,
but I didn't care anymore. If Elizabeth was going to turn me back into her
slave, I was going to get what I wanted too.
She picked up the items, and came over to me. She brazenly ran a finger up her
labia, as she held her mound out as she stepped into the tub. "So you like my
look?" she teased as she rubbed her finger up and down her swelling slit.
Changing the subject a bit, and tearing my eyes from her moistening pussy, I
replied "I'd better shave my hair off before I get in trouble with Elizabeth
again." Leaving the items on the edge of the tub, she lifted her other foot into
the bath, and settled down between my legs. I was still scrubbing myself, and
soon we were washing each other. For the first time, we touched each other's
sex as she carefully ran the bar of soap along my slit and crack. After she
massaged the soap into my crevice with her dainty fingers, she turned over and
knelt on her hands and knees so I could do the same. I washed her crotch with
more confidence than she'd done mine as I remembered bathing her years ago as a
little girl.
As I finished, "I guess it's time to shave my pussy", I shakily said to Alicia.
I stood up, putting my hands on Alicia's shoulders to balance myself, then
parked my butt on the edge of the tub. I carefully balanced myself, with my
hands still holding Alicia as I spread my legs and adjusted my position so she
had full access to my crotch. I handed her the shaving cream, ten arched my back
and closed my eyes as I felt her spray it in my full bush and along the sides of
my lips. "That feels good", I voiced accidentally as I felt her fingers rubbing
it in and touching my lips as she went.
I looked down amazed at her skill, as Alicia ran the razor over my mound, a
little bit at a time. Soon my mound was hairless for the first time since I was
a girl, and she went to work around my lips. I moaned and I felt my pussy open
as she grasped each of my lips and pulled in order to shave the sides. Working
carefully, she ran the razor in short strokes to remove all the hair from around
my slit.
As she scraped away the last few straggling hairs, she asked me another tingling
question, "Is Elizabeth going to inspect our bottoms too?"
It was a surprising question, but a valid one as I turned around, rested my
belly on the lip of the tub, and stuck my ass into her face. Another blast of
cold cream hit me as she silently sprayed it around my asshole, and gently
started to shave the hairs from the last place I thought I'd be hairless. My
asshole flinched continually as I felt her fingers gently rubbing it in circles
as she worked. Growing bold, she fingered and explored my now open pussy as she
rinsed my whole bottom and removed a few last hairs.
Suddenly stopping her after she'd rubbed lotion into my mound and along the
sides of my lips, I turned back around and "It's your turn. Get up where I was.
Elizabeth's inspections are thorough and she won't like the little patch of
hair on your pussy. We both need to be totally nude."
I settled back down into the water cross-legged, and felt the sensation of the
soapy water sting a bit against my freshly shaved pussy as I watched Alicia
climb up and perch where I'd been moments before. I repeated the motions Alicia
had done to me！spraying the cream onto the tiny patch of hair and down along
the sides of her tight pussy for good measure. She smiled fondly at me,
whispering "Oh, Momma, Yes, Keep going" as I quickly scraped away the patch of
hair. I ran the razor down the sides, feeling it pick up short stubble that had
come back since her last shave.
I ordered her to turn around, and admired her whole sex as I massaged the cream
into her crack, and cleaned away the hairs there, using my fingers to pull the
skin away from her pert asshole as I worked. I couldn't resist as I rinsed her
and rubbed lotion into her glistening pussy. My fingers began to fondle from her
asshole up to her mound in a less than professional way.
"Oh Momma, Yes, Do it" came from her as I expertly masturbated her.
"Keep going, Keep going. I know it's bad, but make me come, Momma, Please?"
came from her mouth as I fingered her faster. One hand ran fingers in circles
around her asshole, and along her slit, pushing against her cute little hole,
while the other rapidly diddled her clit.
"Yes! Yes! Momma, I want the same thing as you do. What ever Elizabeth makes you
do, I want to be right there with you." she screamed as my fingers became a blur
and she started jerking as I felt her tiny body start to climax. As she came
down, I pulled her to me, and could only hold her silently caressing her back as
we sat there in the bubbly water.
I could have sat there all day idly playing with my daughter's plump breasts
all day, but I knew we had better do some chores before Elizabeth got back.
Pulling the plug on the tub, and pinching a good handful of her bottom, "Get up.
It's time we got out." As I stood up, I closed the curtain and suddenly turned
the showerhead on making Alicia yelp. She sprayed me in return with the handheld
nozzle. She wanted to play there more, but I ordered her to stand still so I
could rinse the rest of the soap off of her so we could get out.
I talked about our tasks for the afternoon, as we both stood there dripping on
the smooth tile. I grabbed a huge towel from the rack, and used it to pull her
to me, drying her back as I felt her breasts and belly rub and jiggle against my
own. I then dried her front, running the towel over her breasts, down her belly
and between her legs, like but not quite the same as when I dried her after her
baths as a little girl.
Finishing her front, I knelt and dried each leg, with my face right in her
crotch. I resisted the urge to bury my face there and eat her like I'd done
Elizabeth the night before. I stood back up, and beamed like a goddess as she
returned the favor. I couldn't believe the feel of her hands as she dried me
with a new towel. As she dried my legs on her knees, I could only think about
how badly I wanted her face in my pussy, licking every spot. I'd always been
the one on the bottom, and here was my chance to be top for once.
I knew we'd both be sporting sore bottoms again if we didn't get to work, and
pulled her back up by a handful of hair, and reached for the blow drier. We
styled each other's hair, and I thought as Alicia worked. I was glad Elizabeth
had come. I liked being this intimate with my daughter, we seemed almost like
sisters, and the empty hole that had been in my heart since Ben died seemed to
be quickly filling. I would be sorry, I thought, when Alicia left for college,
even if she did go to college in town and stay here with me. I wanted her with
me always, and I couldn't bear to let her go.
"We should have done this a lot sooner", I said, talking about the way we were
grooming each other and carrying on like sisters.
"Mom, can we talk?" Alicia replied as she brushed my hair.
"You know we can. Remember I told you I wanted you to talk and ask me anything
you wanted?"
"I meant right now for a while, I know Elizabeth will punish us again if the
house isn't clean when she gets back. I don't want another spanking if pieces
of that cup are still on the floor.", she said as she tenderly rubbed her bottom
with the other hand.
"Elizabeth's not that bad. She loves me, and she'll understand we needed to
talk about our feelings and where we're going with all this."
She paused, and I began to get nervous as she stood there, leaning against the
counter for the longest time, looking down at the floor and lost in thought.
"Mom, I haven't been with a boy since Tommy," she suddenly said. "He almost
raped me on our last date. He was too rough and he scared me. I made him bring
me home, and never called him back."
"I think I might be a lesbian, since that night I haven't been able to think
about being with a boy. Did you really love dad? I think it will help me make up
my mind if I understand what you've been through."
It was my turn to pause as I thought fondly about her father. "Yes, I loved him.
But I don't think I could love another man. He was gentle, and understood my
every thought. Elizabeth is the only other person I've ever known besides you
who could do that."
"I had a dream last night," Alicia said as I stopped. "I dreamed she was
spanking me instead of you last night. Then she made me kneel and eat her out
like I heard you doing to last night. I woke up with my hands in my cunt, and
twisted and turned as I masturbated myself and came, harder than ever."
"I've been having dreams about eating girls out, or being eaten since that
date, and I think during one of them was the first time I ever came."
"I think it's hereditary, and don't think of it quite as just being a lesbian
either. If you'd found a boy like my Ben, things might have been different. I
can't imagine finding anyone like Ben again, and I see nothing wrong with
loving or making love to another woman. I really love Elizabeth, and I want you
to do whatever you want and what makes you comfortable, no matter whether that
means being with us or finding some young girl or boy."
"I think we're both submissive, and right now I want you kneeling right there
at Elizabeth's feet with me, but I know some day maybe you'll find some girl
and will find as much satisfaction as I did, spending your nights with your face
between her legs." With that comment, I pulled her to me, and ran my fingers
though her reddish hair as I authoritatively French-kissed her for the first
time. I pulled away, even though I didn't want to, and we went downstairs hand
in hand.
We spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning and working on supper after we
decided what to make. Both of us seemed at ease in our nudity this time around.
We talked more than we had in days, chatting like childhood friends as we tidied
up the house. We even talked about previously taboo subjects like how much we
liked to look at each other's sexy bodies, and our mutual masturbation session.
I was sure that day, we'd wind up making love to each other, but we too busy
cleaning to do more than give each other hints about what we wanted.
End of Chapter One
