The Dmv Pt 03

I think a good story starts with a real experience, blends in fantasy and imagination and adds a smidgen of the absurd.

I am a 60+ year old BI Black woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with imagination. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and comment to help me make them even better.

This story is a continuation of DMV Part 1 and 2 and it has been a while since I wrote those. The reader may want to read those two short pieces before reading part 3.

From DMV - Part 2

I stood and pulled her to her feet. I led her to my bedroom stood in front of her and kissed her again this time much more passionately and I ran my tongue between her lips. As I started to remove her top she stopped me, pulled me close and said: "Did I tell you what a great kisser you are?"

I said: "Lara, shut up and help me take your clothes off.

DMV Part - 3

Lara had confessed her relationship with her sister Mary but there was just one thing I was dying to know. "Lara, did you and Mary ever get caught?"

Lara hesitated, I had obviously drifted into something she was hesitant to discuss. I felt, that given the opportunity and a little time she would tell me everything and I was right.

"Was it your dad? Your mom? You did get caught didn't you?"

Lara told me they did get caught, by her mom.

I asked her to tell me what happened and Lara began to talk as though I had removed a barrier she had long ago erected around the memory. The flood was released.

She began. We were home from college, Christmas holiday break. My mom and step-dad were going through a hard time headed for a divorce. At dinner with dad away mom told us what happened. She did not want us to feel that the break was his fault or ours.

Mom told us that before our step-dad came along she had been married to our real dad and it was her fault that it ended in divorce. She had fallen for a young guy at work and got caught. She and our real dad tried to work it out but it happened again about a year later with still another man and they got a divorce.

While mom was talking my sister Mary was running her hand up my thigh under the table and I was distracted. When mom asked why I was "fidgeting" Mary pulled her hand away, I calmed down and mom continued.

Well I guess I have done it again and this time I don't think it can be fixed. I love your step dad but...and she paused and hesitated ... something happened that I did not expect would ever happen and I can't go back. i can't put the genie back in the bottle. Again a long pause...

Ok look, just let me get this out because you are going to find out anyway. It's best you hear it from me. You both know my best friend Julie right? Well Julie and I attended a seminar together and the hotel screwed up the reservation. We had booked a room with two queen beds and they put us in a room with one king size bed. We stayed in the room anyway, it's a king bed and we are adults right?

I thought it would be ok but I was wrong. As we laid in bed Julie decided it was true confession time and told me that she had feelings for me that went beyond friendship. I thought it was just Julie talking because she was having husband and marriage trouble so I let her talk. When she asked if we could hug... mom hesitated in telling us what happened. Well you are both old enough to fill in the blanks. It went far beyond the hug. I had never been with a woman and I knew from the first kiss, the first touch that I wanted more.

Julie and I were together often after that and that is what got us in trouble. Your step-dad caught us naked in bed and the rest will soon be history.

We, of course, reassured mom of our love. Mary and I had a secret of our own. You know, Miss Robin, (I hate it when she calls me Miss Robin) Mary can be very manipulative at times. This it turns out was one of those times. When we went into our room MARY told me that what mom had told us had made her horney. She stripped, was naked, and had me down to only panties when mom entered the room. Manipulative Mary had asked mom to "tuck us in" and say good night.

Mom just stood there speechless. Mary told her that "we" wanted her to know we felt the same way and had been pleasing each other as women for a long time. Mom didn't say a word she just came in and sat upon the edge of the other bed. After a short time she asked "Are you telling me that you two have sex with each other? Right here in your bedroom?

I couldn't understand how Mary thought this shocking confession would help mom right now but I was wrong. Mom wanted to know everything, how it started and if we had other partners. I shook my head no, "just MARY."

Mary offered that she had been with many girls in college and even a professor and his wife. Mom was flushed and red faced. Mary, still naked, went over and sat next to mom, I just stood there in my panties and watched trying to understand what was happening.

Mom was crying, big tears running down her face. She was sobbing about how it was all her fault, everything was her fault. Mary had her arm around her and when mom turned to face her gave her a big hug, held her sobbing in her arms. Then mom looked at me and asked "Lara are you happy?" I nodded yes. Mom then turned to Mary and asked the same question. Mary answered by saying "Mom, we love you and will always love you. Sex is wonderful, especially between people who love each other."

Mom looked at Mary and said "Thank you Mary, thank you both. I love you too." I watched as the brief gentle kiss that followed between mom and Mary lasted just a little too long. As mom withdrew Mary moved forward and kissed her again. Mom knowing what Mary was signaling pushed her away and said "Stop Mary, I want it but it is just so so wrong in so many ways, I'm your mother."

Mom talked but made no effort to stop Mary. When Mary pulled moms top out from her jeans and then up over her head mom just said "You TWO had better think about what you're doing. We are never going to put this genie back in the bottle either." It was almost as though she had not only agreed but invited me in.

When Mary pulled mom to her feet I joined in helping her out of her remaining clothes. Mom was beautiful. She had Mary's body. A little bigger here and there but still very beautiful. When I looked up from between her legs i saw the surgical scar that had given Mary and me life. We spent the night and every night for the rest of our vacation in moms big bed.

As Lara finished her story I looked again at her naked body. She was indeed a beautiful woman. Her breasts were larger than I thought and very firm. They had very little sag and actually had the gall to turn upward so her nipples almost seemed to point upward as well. Her chest and shoulders were covered in freckles but they thinned and almost disappeared at the convergence of her breasts. She was very tanned and from all I could now see she wore a bikini, a small bikini. Her face neck arms and chest were tanned very dark and her breasts were oh so white. She also obviously wore a very small Bikini bottom because the only white part below her waist was a V that was outlined her smooth almost hairless mound. I was starting to feel able to ask her anything so I asked, "Lara, do you enjoy showing your butt cheeks on the beach?"

She smiled and said, "Oh Yes and when I'm with my twin we even have people following us." I imagine they did. Two perfect heart shaped butts walking on the beach. Hell, I would follow them.

With her naked before me I suddenly felt old and inadequate. It reminded me that every morning as I look at my aging naked form in the mirror I think "That can't be right!" I know I am still a sexually attractive woman but damn a 32 year old fit body is not a fair comparison. She is more beautiful than I imagined and she us standing before me taking my clothes off. As I continued to look at her I saw that her waist was tiny and flared out into very wide hips. There were those thighs I had glimpsed as she got in my car a few days ago. As I would later caress those lovely thighs she would complain and tell me she had "thunder thighs." I thought they were perfect.

I confess that to me there is no more sensual part of a woman's body than her hips and thighs. It is honestly magic for me to go down on a woman and pull her thighs in around my head as I breath in her smell and taste her essence. I confess to being freckle obsessed with Lara. I even found them on her pussy lips and around her butt hole as i licked it.

I asked and Lara claimed to have never shaved. Her pussy hair was thin and reddish blond and seemed to be mostly in a small patch above her mound.

As she pulled my top off she stopped, put her hands on my waist and noted, "Robin, you are two different colors." It was more a question than a statement. When I told her I tan too she was surprised and maybe embarrassed that she didn't know. In my case I am naturally dark chocolate brown not so what little tan there might be is only noticeable when I am completely naked. Leave it to Lara, she noticed and she was eager to see more. Standing naked in front of her she noted, "You wear a bikini too."

We were both naked and holding each other near my bed. Lara surprised me by backing away and looking at me and saying: "Robin, I have never seen a black woman naked and I know I said something before about you being black and me bing white but I just want you to know I think you are beautiful." Damn, does this girl ever breath as she speaks? Does she ever stop speaking?

There was something about this girl, this Lara, that was indeed exceptional. She constantly said what she was thinking and feeling to the point of embarrassment. But there was something erotic to hear her bluntness about race. The way she put into words what others might only think was very unnerving as well. It wasn't enough for her, a white woman, to go down on a black woman, she had to describe what she was seeing smelling and touching out loud. It made me want to do the same.

Lara was exploring my body with her hands as though it were her first time with a woman. It was of course not her first time and her sister had taught her well. She did not just touch my breasts she caressed them, moulded them, with her hands. She took one breast in both hands and held it like it was a treasure. She kissed it everywhere, licked and sucked my nipple. All the while she was taking about how much she loved the color of my skin, the smell of my body and the thickness and texture of my nipple.

My areola are a medium brown/tan color a much lighter color than the rest of my body. Lara's areola are Rose/pink a much darker color than her white breasts. My nipples are very thick and maybe ½ inch long. Lara's nipples are longer and thin compared to mine. The contrast could not be more dramatic, more sexy.

Out of nowhere Lara asked me if I would like to "be with" her and her sister Mary. I asked her what she meant. She was her usual honest self when she said, "Silly, be naked with us in bed and play."

I asked Lara if she had talked to her sister about this. She said "Oh yes, she is very excited. She says she has never been..." And she stopped talking.

I asked her "She has never been what? With two women?"

White woman blush when caught but Lara was honest. She said "No, ...I'm so sorry...she said she has never been with a black person...I'm so sorry."

I told her to relax. "I have never been with two white women so it will be new for all of us."

I asked Lara if she had ever been with a man with her sister. She thought for a moment and said "I guess I can tell you. Yes, my sister and I often see men together. Most often one of my sisters guys." "Once it was my boss."

I told her, "Lets meet when Mary arrives and see where it goes, ok?" Lara did not answer me. She was tracing kisses down my body and was looking up at me from between my legs. She commented about how I was soaked and smelled wonderful just before she licked me the first time. Damn this woman was sexy.

She was licking me slowly starting very close to my butt hole all the way up to but not including my clit. Over and over with her tongue flat against my puss. I watched as her fingers moved the hood of my clit further up away from my clit. It had already retracted slightly with the stimulation of her licking but she moved it away completely exposing my clit. I was surprised at how big it looked naked with her fingers on each side. She pursed her lips and kissed it. Then she was sucking it.

This beautiful woman was actually sucking my clit driving me to the edge. Then she stopped and after a pause, licked my puss again. Then she was sucking my clit again as the fingers of one hand were inside me and the fingers of her other hand were touching my butt hole.

I was on fire and exploding. From deep inside my orgasm swept over me. Different that other orgasms this one felt like I had lost control and I had. Wave after wave of the most wonderful feelings washed over me. The bed and Lara's face were soaked. She laughed and wiped her face on the sheet and told me I should have told her I squirted. I did? If I ever had before it was so little as to be barely noticeable.

I did go down on Lara. I gave her my best effort, she deserved it. When she came she was as you might have expected very loud, she screamed. As she was exploding she held my face tight to her pussy.

Lara wanted to scissors so we could see our thighs and skin color against each other. We did and as we were grinding our pussies against each other I imagined what it might be like to be with both of them.