This is a sequel to my first story of Cheryl and her mother. I plan more to involve Elaine's bestie and her daughter, Sarah. All characters are well over eighteen years of age and consenting most willingly. This story is totally fiction and intended for mature audiences who are not offended by lesbian love and incest and such. If this kind of thing offends you, please look elsewhere.
Our protagonist is named Elaine Pushkin, Lainey to her friends.
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I was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee and thinking about what had happened. I surely never intended to seduce my own daughter. I was totally weirded out by the thought that I'd thoroughly enjoyed our incestuous coupling. A mother is supposed to be many things to her daughter, but she isn't supposed to be her lover. That's gotta be in the Bible or something. I'd looked it up online. "...a person commits incest if [he] ... engages in sexual intercourse with a person [he] knows to be... [his] ancestor or descendant by blood or adoption". I got the feeling that the use of the male pronoun didn't excuse it in a woman. I certainly had no doubt that our District Attorney would cheerfully prosecute me if he knew what I'd done. He'd campaigned and been elected on a "zero tolerance" platform which endeared him to the more conservative of the voters in our very conservative district. The irony, of course, was the succeeding prosecution of others of the conservative mindset after various kinky activities had been exposed to the light of day. These have been liberally documented in the various daily and weekly periodicals in our State and on the Internet, so I won't go into that here. I was morally [sic] certain that committing incest with my daughter would land me in the same fix if we were discovered.
Of course, it was my sweet Cheryl who started us down the slippery slope (did I just call it that? Really??) of lesbian sex with each other. I'm not trying to present myself as lily white pure. My own lesbianism caused the dissolution of my marriage to an otherwise honest and honorable man. I was sure I loved him when we got hitched to the point we started and birthed the love of my life. It's just that I could never resist a pretty woman. At first, Bill forgave me an occasional fling with a girl I might meet somewhere as long as I came home and he got some, too.
Meeting up with the other woman became a more frequent event and sex with Bill just couldn't compare to the loving I regularly got from other women I met. I finally met The One, fell in love with her and out of love with my husband. By that time, we were both ready to split the sheets and custody of Cheryl. The courts generally favor the mother in a custody dispute and he was enough of a gentleman to avoid totally outing me in public court. We filed jointly, citing "irreconcilable differences" and have remained friends and coconspirators in raising our daughter together. We've bent over backwards to accommodate the other for time with our daughter on school breaks, vacations, trips to interesting places, and so on. If for no other reason, I'll always respect him and celebrate important milestones with him as I would with any close friend.
The woman I met and fell in love with eventually became my next-door neighbor. She was also a divorcee and for pretty much the same reasons. It wasn't Serendipity that made her buy the condo next door to mine. It was planned to let us have a great sex life and some pretty wild parties, too, at times. For that matter, I had my best friend next door. She had to work to make a living and I had the luxury of being a "stay-at-home mom". My divorce settlement was more generous than hers.
Whenever Cheryl left for school, Lizzy and I would get together for coffee and gossip and sex before she left for work at her job. It was always good and amazing and energetic and on days she had the evening shift, we generally went until after lunch after which we would team up to clean house, do laundry, shower and dress to welcome our kids home from school.
Up until I was caught by Cherie, I believed we kept our activities secret. I was sure nobody knew but us.
The day after the events described in my daughter's story, 'I Caught Mom", she went to school as usual and Lizzy Gluck, my bestie with benefits, came over, not quite as usual.
She is a truly lovely woman. She has an angular face, brown curly hair and brown eyes. Her complexion is darker than mine naturally. She's really petite with small breasts I just love to cup and suck and tease. If I'm patient, I can give her an orgasm just playing with her titties and making out with her. Sometimes she lets me tease her along slowly like that and sometimes she needs to get off much more rapidly. Over the years, we've learned to read each other's moods so well we're almost telepathic.
I've always thought our relationship was odd. Lizzy comes from an Orthodox Jewish family and is still a practicing Jew. She isn't quite as strict as her parents were, but she is still pretty observant. I've learned how to work in a kosher kitchen and we've celebrated many holidays with her family over the years. You don't have to be a Jew to prepare food according to their Laws. You just have to understand the many rules and never wash the milk dishes in the sink or dishwasher meant for meat and vice versa.
I was raised Lutheran and married an Eastern Orthodox man. I came to love the Orthodoxy, the rituals and artwork, and the various traditions. Lizzy has joined me many times in celebrations at the Orthodox Church, becoming friendly with the old grandmothers who run the place, working with them in the kitchens as well. She says Judaism and Orthodoxy aren't as far apart as we'd like to believe. She always helps out with the Food Festival we hold every year. She told me both groups are very matriarchal in organization and attitude. The women run the homes in either group.
Lizzy has a daughter, too. Her name is Sarah and she's a year older than my Cheryl. Naturally enough, Sarah and Cheryl became friends and played together for years before this last year when Sarah went away to college in St. Louis. What I didn't know is that our intelligent and beautiful girls spied on us regularly. We didn't hide the fact that we were lesbians and in love with each other, but we never intended to put on a show for anybody's amusement, prurient or otherwise.
Our daughters managed to regularly get an eyeful of girl-girl sex and they fell in love with each other. It seems Sarah was the enterprising one. She managed to find a nanny cam in a listing on Craigslist and bought it for a song. A stuffed bear with a camera in his belly found its way onto my curio shelf. Times when Lizzy and I spent making love at my home were recorded onto Cheryl's computer in a secret file that she figured out how to make invisible to me. I'm not a big computer genius. I never found this out until Cheryl and I had a long conversation after I found a certain video file open on her computer one day when she was in a hurry to go to school after waking late.
I was shocked to see images of me with my lover together in flagrante delicto. There isn't much we haven't tried in the way of lesbian sexual activity and I found some very hot and crudely edited scenes on her computer now that I'd learned where to look. We were well and truly busted.
Among the files I found on Cheryl's computer was a special folder with images of her and Sarah together in my bed, enjoying each other. It seems our very own juvenile delinquents enjoyed adult activities as much as their mothers do. I was angry when I first saw what they'd done, but I had to cool down when I began to think about things. After all, they didn't do anything their own mothers hadn't done and it looked like they love each other as much as Lizzy and I do. That having been said, I realized watching our daughters together made me very horny.
It was the morning after my daughter caught me with her panties that I found her computer showing that certain scene. My Cherie wanted me to know, it seems.
She came home from school at the usual time. She didn't act in any way differently than usual, taking her book bag to her room and closing her door as usual to do her homework before supper.
I made a quick supper of a tuna fish salad, fruit salad, and our usual drinks and waited her out. I'd left her computer on, but showing a scene of our girls in a lovely 69. That one had me sitting with my hand in my panties as I watched them make each other have delicious orgasms, pushing me over the brink to a really good cum, too. I was sure she intended to be busted, so I made it quite obvious she was.
When I called her for dinner, she sat down quietly and smiled shyly at me. "Hi, mom. How was your day?"
I couldn't stay angry at my little angel. I grinned at her and I must have turned a very bright shade of red. "Amazing, dear. How was yours?"
She looked at me cautiously. "Mom, after that first time, I just..."
I smiled and took her hand gently, but I kept my peace. I just looked into her eyes. She was tearing up. "I never knew how to tell you, mom. I guess you know by now. I'm a lesbian and I'm in love with Sarah. I want to marry her."
I pulled her to me and hugged her. "My dearest girl, you could have told me, you know. I would never get mad at you for finding love. You've known I'm a lesbian all your life."
