“Oh god, I’m coming, I’m coming, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yeeeeeessss.”
Gabby Thomas’s orgasm was the third she had experienced that morning, and it was only 8.30.
“Fuck me, you’re get better at eating pussy every time you do it.” Said Gabby to the girl who had just performed cunnilingus, quite superbly.
That girl, Leanna Cavanagh , trailed her tongue from Gabby’s pussy, over her belly, onto her pert breasts, before kissing her deeply.
“Why thank you, it’s a real pleasure , I can assure you.” Replied the blonde.
The two girls had been enjoying a lesbian relationship, secretly for a few months now.
Their parents, who were lovers, still thought that there was animosity, between the two, and were completely unaware of the situation.
“Still better than the Dingle bitch?” Said Leanna, scornfully.
Gabby had told her about the encounter with Belle Dingle, and how they had made love by the lake at Home Farm.
“Oh god yes, far better, she is not in the same league as you,” Gabby lied. She could still feel Belle expertly teasing her clitoris with the faintest touch of her tongue. But she wasn’t going to spoil the thing she had with the naked blonde in her bed.
It was a Saturday morning, so no rush to get up and dress.
“Don’t you want to try it with someone else? It’s not like we’re forever, is it?” Said Gabby.
Leanna, replied, “I was looking at some porn, the other night, you know mother and daughter stuff, just looking for tips, you understand,” then continued, “but I don’t have a mum.”
Gabby smiled, then said, “but I do.”
Bernice, Gabby’s mother was the local beautician, and was engaged to Leanna’s dad, Liam.
“You’re joking of course,” Leanna said scornfully.
Not letting the moment go, Gabby continued, “not at all, that’s your dare, to bed my mother, oh and make her come, like you do me.”
“That’s not fair, she hates me, I could never get her to agree.”
Gabby said, “so you are interested then?”
“I love a challenge,” then after a moments hesitation, said “oh fuck it, yes,”
Gabby leaned over and kissed her, “need to practice?” She asked.
“Yes please.”
They made slow and very sensual love.
Leanna spent the next few days wondering how to get her stepmother into bed.
Her dad was going away for a few days to a medical conference, Gabby was spending a few days with her stepmother, and one time lesbian lover Laurel. Leanna saw this as an opportunity to put her embryonic plan into action.
They were alone one night watching TV, when Leanna and said “Bernice, can I ask you a personal question?
“Of course you can you know you can ask me anything, just think of me as your mum, and of course a friend.”
Leanna, hesitantly began, “I don’t really know how to put this, but there is a girl at college, and I can’t stop thinking about her, in a certain way.
Bernice was quite shocked at first, but then remembered that, quite a few years ago she was 18, and the mixed thoughts she had about Maisie Cropper, a really close friend.
“Have you approached her in anyway?” Asked Bernice.
Leanna replied, “I wouldn’t know what to say, I have never been or even contemplated being with another woman, and I wouldn’t even know how to begin.”
Bernice, reached over and took her beautiful stepdaughters hand and looked sympathetically into her eyes.
“I know what you are going through, I had the same experience when I was your age.”
Leanna answered, “oh I didn’t realise that you had had experience with another woman.
“Oh no, I didn’t actually go through with it, I was just curious.”
“I am so sorry,” said Leanna, as she wiped tears from her eyes.
“Got you.” Leanna said silently to herself.
Leanna decided it was time to go into acting mode. She gazed at Bernice and said, “I am so confused, I just don’t know what to.”
She had always been precocious and could turn on tears at will.
The sobbing continued with Bernice comforting her by holding her tightly, stroking her hair, and generally being nice.
Leanna then turned her head slowly towards the older woman. After a slight hesitation, she placed her lips, gently on Bernice’s.
Bernice was taken aback, “my god, what are you doing?” She exclaimed loudly.
The sobbing started again. “I’m sorry, I don’t know, what came over me, I just wanted to kiss you.”
Bernice was recovering from the shock, and replied, “that’s ok, it was a shock that’s all.”
Leanna said, “I think, I will go to bed now, good night, and thanks for listening.” Then added, “sorry again, don’t know what I was thinking.”
As she turned to leave the room, with her back to Bernice, she smiled, the seed had been planted.
Bernice poured herself a large drink and settled on the sofa.
Her head was full of images. Leanna was a beautiful young girl, with a stunning figure, any guy, or girl would love to have her.
Another drink.
Bernice said lowly to herself, “she reminds me of someone, someone years ago.” Then she said, “ahh, Masie Cropper. I had such a crush on her, ah well.”
Another drink.
Leanna had been watching lesbian porn on her laptop. Fingering her pussy, she had enjoyed a couple of very nice orgasms. She was waiting for Bernice to go to bed, before the next part of her plan was to be put into play.
She heard Bernice climbing the stairs and began to cry.
Bernice knocked on the bedroom door. “Are you Ok?” She asked.
Leanna didn’t answer, just carried on sobbing.
Her stepmother tentatively entered the room. The light was on and Leanna lay on top of her duvet.
Bernice was taken aback at the sight that greeted her. The blonde girl was wearing a pyjama jacket, unbuttoned. Her breasts were full, tipped with pink nipples. She was naked from the waist down, the triangle of pubic hair, a darker blonde than her head.
Leanna, still sobbing, held out her arms, inviting Bernice to embrace her.
Bernice, instantly went over and took the eighteen year old in her arms. Leanna, sunk her face into Bernice’s neck and carried on sobbing.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do.” Cried Leanna
Bernice replied, “there, there, let it all out.”
Leanna, sensing her moment, began to gently kiss Bernice’s neck, when she found no resistance, she moved her mouth to her stepmothers ear, across her cheek and finally to her lips.
Tensing, Bernice was caught in a quandary, her stepdaughter was clearly upset, but her actions and dress, were quite inappropriate. What to do.
Then, when their lips met hers and Leanna’s tongue slid against hers, she was transported back through the years. It wasn’t Leanna, it was Masie Cropper, her dream was coming true.
Leanna, encouraged by Bernice’s reaction, or lack of one, carried on kissing her.
She then took Bernice’s hand and placed it on her right breast. The nipple instantly hardened under the long slim fingers of the older woman.
Bernice’s mind was in a turmoil. She knew it was so wrong, on so many levels, but the feel of Leanna’s lips on hers, the tongue, sweeping across hers. The sensation of stroking another woman’s breast, inducing the nipple to hardness, was overwhelming, she tried to fight it, but realised, it was useless. She was going to succumb to the temptations her stepdaughter was offering.