The night before and the following morning had been a delicious voyage of sexual discovery and satiety for me, my daughter Millie, and our new best friend Lara. In the bright sunlight of a new day, we all reveled in the aftermath of our newfound love. The odor of nude bodies reeking with sex and sweat filled the living room, where, at the suggestion of my daughter, we had spent the night in sleeping bags, much like the sleepovers from our teenage days.
Now, I was standing there, virtually speechless, as Lara’s mother, Esther, smiled at me like the proverbial cat who ate the canary. She had arrived at our lesbian love nest quite unexpectedly, as I stood there, heart racing, trying to act normal, although I knew I looked and smelled like I had just stepped out of an orgy, a fact that was mostly accurate.
“Don’t get uptight, baby,” Esther reached out, eyes knowing, as she touched my shoulder.
It turned out that Lara had invited her over, unbeknownst to me. Although we had agreed Esther should join us as soon as possible for our next rendezvous, I didn’t expect her right away! She patted my cheek, letting her fingers linger for just a moment.
The day I met Esther, she was perched behind the counter of her little curiosity shop downtown. Her gray hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she was dressed conservatively, right down to the little granny glasses perched on her nose. She appeared to be at least seventy; the lines on her face reflected that, and her initial demeanor was somewhat chilly. A later phone conversation revealed a warmer, friendlier woman, although you know how first impressions can linger. However, this morning, she donned a colorful print blouse and slacks, much like something Lara or I would wear. Her hair was still in a bun, but it appeared somewhat looser than before, and there was no sign of the little, wire-rimmed Victorian spectacles.
“You don’t know how much I’ve looked forward to this,” she said.
“Oh, re-really?” I stammered, voice quivering nervously.
“Lara and I are such devils,” she said. “You truly didn’t know I would show up on your doorstep this morning?”
“No.”
“You’re not mad, are you?”
Despite my anxiety, I shook my head, managing a brief smile. “No, Esther. Now that everything’s out in the open, I’m okay.” Still, I was already thinking about what the rest of the day held in store for all of us.
“Good, my love.” She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, ever so gently, piercing eyes never leaving mine, much like a sorceress putting her subject into a trance. “Mmmm,” she licked her lips, “I smell and taste someone familiar.”
“Oh, shit.” I started to laugh, breaking the spell, as I realized she knew the taste of her own daughter.
“Lara can be a real go-getter when she sees what she wants.” She traced the tip of her index finger over my moist, open lips, her magical eyes following.
“No kidding,” I said, already responding like a lover to her touch. My face felt like fire, blood coursing through my veins. My nipples had grown hard and erect, tingling along with my throbbing pussy. “Please…come in.”
“Ma!” Lara called from the living room. I turned as she joined us, totally naked, her thick, dark bush all mangled and stiff from dried sex. Millie followed, wrapped in a big, thick beach towel we had thrown on the carpet in front of the sofa the previous night (We had squirted multiple times and left wet spots, you see).
I stepped back, trying to keep pace as Lara embraced Esther, giving her a kiss totally inappropriate for mother and daughter. In other words, something totally on track for what had transpired under my roof in the past eighteen hours since our friend joined us for dinner, wine, and mischief.
“I love how your faces are coated with pussy,” Esther chuckled before looking at my daughter. “Millie!” She opened her arms as my girl ran to get a big, full-body hug.
“I’m so glad you could come!” My daughter gushed, pressing her face into the smooth curve of Esther’s neck. “I’ve dreamed about you and Lara being with us.”
“Oh, really?” Esther said before giving Millie a kiss, much like she gave Lara. “Mmmm…everyone’s been at it, eh? You little muff-diver, you.”
My daughter giggled like the naughty, horny teenager she was.
“Does anyone want breakfast?” I blurted out, unsure of what to do next.
“Yes, please. I’m famished!” Millie disappeared upstairs, but immediately returned in a little nightgown, one much like the nothing of a garment she wore when she and I first chastely slept together, comforting each other after my husband Don’s death, a garment which did nothing to hide her lovely, lithe body. It was insignificant enough in the darkness of her bedroom, but here, in full light, she may as well have been as naked as Lara!
“Magnificent!” Esther clasped her hands together, eyes drinking in the sight of my daughter.
“God, Jenny,” Lara sidled up beside me, pulling our bodies together. “You already fed me, and we don’t want to eat you out of house and home. We also don’t want to wear out our welcome.”
“Are you kidding me?” I turned to get a deep, probing kiss from my friend. “Mmmmm…” Her snake-like tongue derailed my train of thought for a second before I could complete my sentence. Reluctantly, I pulled back. “Honey,” I whispered against her lips, “we’re just getting started.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear, girlfriend.” She pulled open my robe beneath the sash to press her pubis against mine, hands clamped over my buttocks as her hips moved up and down seductively.
“My sweet love,” I sighed, feeling gentle friction against my erect clit. Lara kissed along my jawline, down the curve of my neck to my shoulder as her mother watched, nodding approvingly before turning her attention back to my young lady.
“Millie, you look so beautiful in that nightgown,” Esther beamed, gazing at my daughter like she wanted to eat her up. “I feel like I’m overdressed.”
“Get comfortable, Esther,” I said, my brain finally catching up after the initial surprise. “You and Lara are at home here.”
“Oh, well, then…” In the blink of an eye, she unbuttoned her top, removing it while Lara stepped behind to unhook her bra. “Damn it, I forgot to bring my robe,” she said as her daughter took her blouse. The next second, the bra fell away to reveal a lovely pair of full, rounded breasts.
Esther couldn’t help but notice Millie and me staring, transfixed by her large, lovely orbs. True, they were affected by age and gravity; she must have been at least seventy years old, but by God, they were magnificent!
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Esther said. “Perhaps I’m being too presumptuous, getting this comfortable so fast.”
“No, no, not at all,” I smiled, quickly crossing the room to embrace her, delighting in those luscious, matronly mounds pressing against my robe. Millie was quickly beside me, forming a group hug as we surrounded our new surprise guest.
“Ahhh, yes, girls,” she sighed, arms holding us like she never wanted to let us go. “This is what I hoped for.” Kisses all around before my robe slipped off, only to be carelessly tossed on the big, overstuffed chair in the living room.
“Mom, you were saying something about breakfast?”
“Yes, but first…” I looked at Millie, then Lara. “Let’s at least slip some panties over our gooey, crusted, juicy bits.” The housekeeper in me was planning ahead. “There will be enough stains and smudges and bodily fluids to clean up after this weekend is over.”
“We can only hope,” Lara giggled. I gave her a mock incredulous look, eliciting more joyous laughter.
The kitchen was ripe with our nearly-nude bodies, three of them glowing from a night – and morning – of copious sex. I must admit I was as ravenous as my two lovers, devouring bacon and eggs, mowing through slices of buttered toast, then scarfing down a bowl of sugary cereal. I watched as Esther, bare-breasted, nibbled elegantly on crispy bacon. She truly lived up to her namesake, Esther, the queen and heroine from the Old Testament.
Afterward, we ladies, with the exception of Esther, took pause to answer nature’s call and practice a modicum of personal hygiene, a reality not often described in detail in erotica such as this, so we won’t start now!
I blow-dried my hair until it was just manageable. Clean as a wolf whistle, I walked naked into Millie’s bedroom to see Esther sitting on the edge of the bed, flanked by my daughter and Lara, also in their birthday suits. Esther still retained her slacks, but was stripped from the waist up.
“Our hostess has arrived!” Esther declared with mock ceremony before turning to Millie. “Honey, would you and your mother please do me the honor?”
My daughter nodded, looking at me expectantly, as Esther held up her tits, presenting them like succulent fruit.
“Please partake.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Lara’s mother reclined against two big, fluffy pillows as my daughter and I slid up beside her, one of us on either side, each taking a nipple in our mouths.
“Mmmm, yesss…” Esther hissed. “God, that feels so very good, girls.”
“Now you know why I love to have my tits sucked so much,” Lara said, positioning herself at her mother’s feet.
“Runs in the family,” Esther said, hands grasping the backs of our heads as she nursed.
“And this needs to come off.” Lara moved up from the bottom of the bed to unzip her mother’s slacks, slipping them and her panties down her legs to be discarded over a nearby chair.
With my mouth full of tit, I looked down to see a nicely-groomed, gray bush. I thought back to the first time I met her. She was conservatively dressed and deceptively so, concealing what was quite a well-maintained body. I had to release her nipple for a moment.
“Esther, you’re so beautiful, from head to toe.” I looked up into her eyes. “You give the rest of us hope.”
“Thank you, love,” she smiled, eyes serene. “I turned seventy-two just last month, and it gets more difficult every day to keep things together, so I appreciate any compliments I can get.”
I returned to feeding, and loved mashing my face into her softness. A quick glance over to Millie and, with her lips curled back, drawing firmly on Esther’s tit, she looked happy as a bearded clam. While her nipples weren’t big and thick like her daughter’s, her resilient buds had a unique, indescribable quality of their own, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Mom, you were always blessed with a magnificent body,” Lara said, gazing up, tracing a finger around her mother’s silken fur. “Sadly, I didn’t inherit those wonderful boobs.”
“When will you get over that?” Esther retorted. “Yours are beautiful, and I envy those big, thick nipples you have and I can’t get enough of.”
“Sure, sure,” Lara giggled. “Ma, tell them what you did before the war.”
“Please, Lara, nobody wants to hear about that.”
“You were a dancer! You were famous!”
“I was just one of a whole line of chorus girls at Radio City.”
“But Dad picked you out as the most beautiful of the bunch.”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake.”
“Seriously, he fell in love with her the first time she came out on stage. He was crazy for her from the get-go!”
“Well, he did seem to be smitten,” she finally admitted with a sigh. “He was quite adamant that we go out together.”
“And that was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
“True, we hit it off very well, then he shipped out to Europe and, thank heavens, returned in one piece.”
“Twenty-six years of wedded bliss.”
“You overstate bliss, my love.” Esther looked down at her daughter, whose face had drawn very close to her mother’s mons pubis. “Anyone who has a relationship for that length of time, there’s going to be rough spots.” She sighed again, brushing her fingers through Lara’s hair, caressing her forehead. “Despite that, we had a good marriage.”
“I’ll show you a picture of my mother when she was a Rockette. Legs for miles, and she was stacked!”
“Oh, honey, please, I…”
Lara ignored the protests and started nuzzling her mother’s bush. The next moment, she gripped Esther’s waist, pressing her open mouth against her pussy, forcing her to squirm.
“God, yes, yes…”
Lara started lapping at her mother’s wetness, and she was getting the response she wanted.
“Ahhhh…goddamn, my love, yes! Ohhh, fuck, lick my clit, Lara, lick my clit…” Esther’s voice quivered, and her daughter obeyed, forcing a yelp. During all of this, Millie and I held on, sucking, licking, and teasing Esther’s buds.
“God help me, two mouths on my tits, and now my pussy!” She gasped and whimpered as we feasted. Undoubtedly, Lara knew exactly what she was doing, her mouth moving rhythmically up and down, her pointed tongue manipulating her mother’s erect rosebud, silently concentrating on her mission until the surge approached.
“Girls,” Esther’s voice quivered, “I’m…I’m…uhhh…AHHHHGGG.” She growled, teeth clenched, hips jerking, gripping the bedclothes as the orgasm took her. “Fuck…God…DAMN, YESSS!!!”
I looked down to see the top of Lara’s face, half concealed by her mother’s pubic mound. Her eyes reflected satisfaction at eliciting that type of response from her mother, and so quickly.
“Oh, please don’t stop,” Esther pulled our heads more tightly against her breasts, muff pressing firmly against her daughter’s mouth. Lara didn’t flinch, but honored her mother’s request. The orgasm was strong and hard, and, in time, Esther took a deep breath, letting loose with a loud sigh. Millie and I released her nipples, resting our cheeks on her ample breasts.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she gasped, taking several more deep breaths. “That was incredible.” She patted our heads slowly, lovingly. “You know how to make an old woman feel welcome.”
“Anytime, Esther,” I smiled, glancing to Millie, then down to Lara, who rested her head on her mother’s thigh, face glistening with sex. Several minutes passed blissfully as Esther’s breathing returned to normal. In time, Lara spoke.
“Ma, tell them more about yourself.”
“Yes, please!” Millie reached up to stroke the old woman’s cheek.
“Oh, God…” Esther groaned. “Must I?”
“Humor me, okay?” Lara said.
“If I must.”
“Please tell us, Esther,” I chimed in. “You must have so many stories.”
“She does,” Lara said. “She just thinks nobody cares.”
“You asked for it,” Esther said. “But first, this granny needs to sit up.”
As she uprighted herself, we surrounded her, Lara again curled up at her feet, Millie and me on either side, all disciples of this noble queen.
“I’ll give you the mercifully truncated version,” Esther sighed. “I had a pretty hot body back then, so I did what so many young women did: I left my small town and took a bus to New York City to follow my dreams. I wanted to be a dancer, but eventually settled on being a chorus girl with the Radio City Rockettes. It paid me well and allowed me to live somewhat decently. I was out there, on stage one night, when your father spotted me and just wouldn’t leave without meeting me. Next thing I knew, I was pregnant with Lara, and we were married, but America entered the war, and my man Bill was shipped off to Europe in short order. God, I was terrified I’d never see him again.”
“But you did,” Lara said.
“Yes, love, but there were so many who were left widows with families to support.”
“How did you get started with the curiosity shop?” I asked.
“Well, once my belly started to grow, there was no more dancing, and Bill didn’t want me to, anyway, with all those men staring at me,” she snorted. “He never suspected some of the women were staring, too.”
“Some things never change,” Lara said.
“Girls liking girls is as old as time itself,” Esther said, “and boys liking boys. I’ll never understand why some people are so surprised.” By then, she had put her arms around Millie and me as we snuggled closer, elated to be pressed against her wonderful mounds.
“At any rate, Bill’s family owned the building where I set up shop, so it was part of his inheritance. After the war, he found a good job, and we prospered. I opened the store as a diversion to the routine of being a mother and housewife.”
“My first memories are of that place,” Lara smiled.
“Yes, you were scampering around there as soon as you could walk. Can you imagine how distracted I was trying to toddler-proof that place?”
“There was so much to explore,” Lara said, “and there still is.”
“I’m still finding things I never knew were there, or forgot about over the years.” Lara’s mother looked down at us as we rested our heads on her pillowy breasts. “After Lara, the doctor said I couldn’t have any more, but Bill and I were perfectly content with our beautiful girl, and this world we created.”
“That’s so much like Millie and me and my loving Don,” I said, inhaling the scent of Esther’s skin, which had the same sandalwood fragrance as her daughter. “But Millie has kept my heart and mind busy since she first drew a breath.”
“All those eons ago,” Lara said.
“That’s such a nice story,” my daughter sighed.
“You have a unique young woman, Jenny.” The old woman kissed the top of my girl’s head, then mine.
“I’ll say,” Lara added, “and don’t forget, Ma, we need to show Jenny and Millie the basement.”
“Millie’s already seen the basement, honey.”
Esther’s comment gave me pause, as I was also under the impression my girl had been downstairs. With my brain trying desperately to keep up with the present moment, it made me wonder how much my daughter and her friends had really seen…and experienced. Still, she was no longer a child, so I kept a still tongue and let the conversation play out.
“I mean the back room.”
“Ah, yes…yes.” She gently nodded, letting loose with a somewhat mirthful expression. “All in good time, my loves.”
“Wow, it’s like a mystery about to be revealed,” Millie squirmed. I could tell she was intrigued, but she was also nuzzling Esther’s breast again, her lips less…
