This is episode 4 of my week in Portugal 20 years ago, with a pair of almost matched transgirls.
Double Times
1-3, narrate a series of threesomes, culminating in Linda and Kathy also narrating. During their hormonal development, while they were at college, eighteen years old and ongoing, plumping their shapely breasts and their delightful bottoms, they were wont to toss each other off onto Kathy's mother's used panties. And when she caught them, she masturbated Linda, while Kathy brought her mother to orgasm and came herself. This event had clearly been influential in their development as sexual transbeings. After relating it, as they came in my knickers, they went on to describe another incestuous interlude.
Linda: Oh, Norma, that was delicious. Thank you.
Kathy: You know, the more you do it the more you can do it.
Norma: That means you're not finished yet, then?
Linda: We thought we were after yesterday, but telling you our stories --
Kathy: Seems to help us recapture that first fine careless --
Linda: It was far from careless, darling, with your dear mamma.
Kathy: And it wasn't careless with yours, either.
Linda: Oh, Norma, we have to tell you about it. You'll hardly believe --
Kathy: Well, our kindly mummies had funded our transing, and --
Linda: We had a pretty good idea they'd been lesbing for years.
Norma: Shall we lie down for your further revelations?
Kathy: Good idea. And we'll get those jizzy knickies off you.
Linda: Sopping. Didn't know we had so much in us.
Kathy: I think we're replenished. But we'll see.
Linda: This is good, Norma, a head on each buzzoom. Go on, Kathbott
Kathy: Our mummies met at school, like us, but I don't think they did lezzing then.
Linda: But when we got interested in sex, aged seven, we noticed some things.
Kathy: They always kissed with lips when they met and parted.
Linda: They were always holding hands, embracing and patting botties.
Kathy: There were a lot of sleepovers, with both in one bed.
Linda: Without nighties, we couldn't help noticing.
Kathy: Of course, as we've said, they wandered about in the nude a lot.
Linda: We should say our fathers weren't around much. Too busy elsewhere.
Kathy: Running the estate, doing things in the City, going abroad on business.
Linda: Well, they said it was business, but when we were thirteen our mums told us --
Kathy: Our dull old dads had mistresses.
Linda: It was odd we were only children -- no marital sex going on, we guessed.
Kathy: So, we didn't blame our mummies for making love, and it was love they made.
Linda: They got pretty blatant about it eventually, realising we'd worked it out.
Kathy: We longed for them to show us what they did, of course. And --
Linda: Eventually they did. Well, we all did. If I say
We'll come to that
we will.
Kathy: Your bossooom is very comfy, Norma. I love the nip-pip in my ear.
Linda: Not long after Kath and her mamma and I had come together so gloriously --
Kathy: We were at Lin's house, in her room, in our dressing-gowns --
Linda: Of course we'd spent the night together, as mummy surely knew.
Kathy: We spent a lot of time just rubbing our budding breasties together.
Linda: We were so pleased with them, our little nip-tips were quire sore.
Kathy: Anyway, there was a knock on the door.
Linda: There was my dear mother with a tray of coffee and biscuits.
Kathy: She said,
Is this a private party or can an old crone join in?
Linda: We thought she was dropping a hint. I said,
Can the crone be a crony?
Kathy: I said,
You mean a cronette.
Linda: I said,
Please do join us, dear mamma
. With the emphasis on
join.
Kathy: She laughed. Well, it was almost a giggle. We were sitting on the bed.
Linda: She sat on my desk chair and put the coffee cups on the desk.
Kathy: She had to twist round to do that and her legs parted, apparently accidentally.
Linda: And we got a brief view of sexy old mummy's knickerless pussy.
Kathy: Was this a message or had she forgotten to put them on or liked to be bare?
Linda: It was strange, thinking my mother was being deliberately provocative.
Kathy: I could feel Lin's feelings -- she was excited, too, getting hard. Like me.
Linda: When I went to fetch our coffee-cups my dressing-gown fell open a moment.
Kathy: Her mummy got a glimpse of Lin's semi-stiff pricket, but said nothing.
Linda: We drank coffee without speaking. It was a bit awkward. Well, a lot awkward.
Kathy: Because we knew what we all wanted but didn't know how to get to it.
Linda: Then mummy said to Kath,
Your mother and I do tell each other things.
Kathy: So, we knew she knew about our little toss-off together.
Linda: I said,
Kath's mummy is so kind, so open-handed.
Kathy: And she said,
And close-handed, too, I gather.
Linda: Then it really struck me that my mother really did want sex --
Kathy: With her daughter and a friend, as if their transmutation --
Linda: Had somehow so transformed the relationships the old taboos were dissolved.
Kathy: And the bond had even been strengthened in its sexualised form.
Norma: You girls are so perceptive and articulate.
Linda: Well, my dear Norma, we do have degrees in psychology.
Kathy: And we wrote dissertations on the psychology of transsexuality.
