Mae Love Not War

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"Stacey! What have I told you!" Lana cried out in a loud, exasperated voice.

Stacey got up from her clothes-strewn bed, walked amongst the randomly discarded undies and shoes on the floor and stood close to her Mum. Very close. Right in her face.

"I dunno, Mum. What have you told me?"

Lana, not taking a backwards step, replied vehemently, "Tidy your room. For Christ's sake! You've just turned eighteen years old! You're not a child anymore. Time to get your act together, young girl and start behaving like an adult."

The raised voices brought Ian, the man of the house, Lana's husband and Stacey's dad, to see what the problem was this time. It seemed that he was always playing the peacemaker these days.

Ian didn't like conflict. He always tried to calm the somewhat fractious relationship that had recently developed between mother and daughter. Just in the last month things had really escalated. He was at a loss to understand the cause of the sudden change in antagonism. Stacey was normally so easy going, fun, reliable and neat but lately, something had put all of that good behaviour into the past. Was it related to her birthday a few days ago? Now that she was suddenly an "adult", was she suddenly resenting still being tied to the apron strings of her Mummy and Daddy? Was it her hormones? Ian didn't know much about those things, but he knew enough to know that women were on a whole other level of complexity when it came to hormones and all that stuff. He didn't think it was puberty. Stacey was eighteen, but she still looked a lot younger. He thought Stacey had been menstruating for a few years, but he wasn't one hundred per cent sure. Her tits, admittedly still small, had come on nicely in the last few years for a girl with such a petite body. He bet her driver's licence was getting a workout now that she could legally go out to pubs with her girl-friends. But that stuff couldn't be the cause of the sudden behaviour change.

"What's going on here?" Ian said in what he hoped was a calming voice.

"The usual," Lana replied forcefully. "This little piggy is refusing to clean her sty and I've had enough."

"Are you calling me a pig?" Stacey rejoined.

She was really spoiling for a fight, Ian thought. To avoid one, Ian cut in before Lana could reply, hoping that cutting her off at the pass could defuse the mushrooming tension, "Look, Stacey, your room is a bit of a mess. It's really unacceptable. Please do as your Mother asks and clean it up. Do it now, OK? It will only take fifteen minutes."

"Or what?" Stacey replied petulantly. It was unlike Stacey to bite back at her Dad and it took Ian aback.

"Or I'll give your tail a thrashing," her Mother jumped back in. "You might be eighteen now, but you're still small enough to go over my knee," Lana threatened.

"You wouldn't do that."

"Oh, yes I would. I'm sick of your behaviour lately, Miss. If you want to act like a child, I will treat you like one."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Don't tempt me. But I'm warning you, you're damn well going the right way, if you want a good spanking, young lady."

"Look you two, why don't you just take a few deep breaths and sort this out calmly and rationally," Ian interjected reasonably. "The neighbours must love hearing you two argue all the time. You both should just calm down."

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" Lana snapped back. "This is between me and her. I don't remember asking for your advice, Mister. Your policy of appeasement isn't working."

Ian was stung by his wife's rebuke.

"Yeah, Dad," Stacey joined in, "butt-out. Go and watch some porn on the interweb or something."

"Don't you talk to me like that, Stacey."

Involuntarily, Ian could feel his own anger rising. All he had been trying to do was to bring peace, but the warring factions were both turning on him. It just wasn't cricket.

"Well, Ian, if you weren't here, she wouldn't be able to speak to you," his wife informed him. "Go away. We can sort this out ourselves."

Ian was getting hotter and hotter under the collar of his pink polo shirt. He glared at them both.

"You still here?" Stacey said to him sarcastically.

The brat! Ian could feel his fists clenching as, uncharacteristically, his upset state of mind was edging over the tipping point.

"Forget about him, Stacey," Lana said rudely, "and listen to me. You, young lady, are going to start tidying-up right now by picking up those undies." Lana's order boomed in a loud voice.

"Kiss my arse," Stacey, caustically retorted to her mother. As she said it, she spun half around, bent over and presented her cute tushie towards her furious Mother. Ian noticed Stacey was wearing tight, high cut denim shorts.

"Why you little trollop! You should be kissing my arse," Lana hissed backed at her.

"Enough!" Ian thundered. "This is becoming childish. I've had it up to here with the both of you. "

Startled at the sudden, noisy outburst, both women ceased arguing and turned towards him. He stood there, slightly trembling with anger and quite unused to their suddenly passive, undivided attention.

"This argument is OVER! Instead you can both kiss each other's arse. Maybe that will drive some sense into the two of you and put an end to this constant bickering. I tell you both that I'm utterly sick and tired of it."

"Oh, don't be stupid," Lana said and made to move away.

"Where are you going? I didn't say you could leave. Get back here and kneel on Stacey's bed, this minute. Now!"

"Better do what he says, Mum. Dad looks pretty mad. He might pop a vein. I've never seen him like this before," Stacey seemed to have instantly reverted to being her Mother's bestie.

Lana looked at them both, then slowly, uncertainly, went to Stacey's bed and climbed on to it like a slinky cat. She remained on all fours her arse facing both husband and daughter.

Stacey stared at her Mum's wide arse.

"Well. what are you looking at, Stacey?" her father asked. "Go over and kiss your mother's arse. After everything she's done for you over the years, it's the least she deserves."

"For real?"

"For real. Do it."

"Ah, it's not very hygienic, Dad," Stacey protested weakly.

"I don't care," Ian replied, determined to end this female bickering once and for all. "You wanted your arse kissed. Well, you can get the ball rolling by kissing your Mother's."

"I didn't mean it literally," she confessed, pleading.

"Didn't you? Too late for that now. I've have enough of you answering back and speaking rudely to your Mum," Ian replied. "She doesn't deserve it. It's causing too much disharmony. Time for you both to create a bit of harmony."

Stacey sensed her Dad's determination and moved uncertainly over towards the bed. She stumbled on some of the clutter that lay strewn about on the floor. She looked back at her Dad, who nodded sternly for her to get on with it. She bent down and briefly kissed the raised bum cheeks of her mother. Peck. Peck. One for each side.

"That's not kissing your mother's arse, Stacey. That's kissing her dress. Lift her dress up and kiss her arse... and kiss it properly. Not those little old grandma pecks. Do it. Now."

Feeling intimidated, Stacey gingerly lifted the hem of her mother's dress, raised it over her Mum's bum and let it rest halfway up her Mum's back. Lana's shapely bottom was visible, albeit wrapped in its sheaf of white cotton panties. Lana was in good shape. Ian admired how the panties followed the convex contours of his wife's bum and curved concave inward over the crack between her arse cheeks.

Stacey kissed her Mum's cheeks again.

"For god's sake, Stacey, kiss her arse properly and not her panties. Take your Mum's knickers off her."

"That's enough, Ian," Lana suggested. "This is going too far."

"I'll say when it's enough."

Ian noticed that there was a small wet patch on the gusset of his wife's underwear. Stacey reluctantly put her fingers into the waistband of her mother's white panties and eased them over her hips and the mounds of her arsecheeks. She slid them down her mother's thighs and with some help from her mother, slid the knickers under her mum's knees and finally, slipped them off her feet.

Lana remained on all-fours and her firm bum was now exposed to her husband and daughter. Her butt was wide, but she was toned and good looking from either end. Her arsecrack was spread apart and her arsehole was clearly visible. The puffy outer lips of her motherly cunt squeezed between the notch in the top of her thighs in a very attractive way. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed which made it sexy in a womanly way. It had been a long time since Ian had seen his wife from this angle. He realised again how much he loved Stacey's Mum.

"Now, Stacey, kiss your mother's arse. She's done so much for you over the years since you were born. Now it's your turn to do something nice for her."

Slowly, Stacey lowered her face to her mother's naked bottom. She puckered her lips into a cat's bum and kissed the skin of her mother's naked butt. She knew she had to kiss it properly or her Dad would get up her about it. So she kissed each cheek with some passion. This felt uncomfortable. Stacey wanted this discomfort to end.

"Who told you to stop? Keep going."

Stacey returned her lips to her mother's arse. She kissed it a few more times on each cheek. This time, it seemed less gross than before. It was just her Mum's skin, after all and she had kissed her Mum millions of times before, though never "down there". And, she noticed, her Mum did have a cute butt.

"Good. Kiss her butt all over, Stacey. Lick your mother's arsecrack."

"Ian!" Lana protested.

"Enough from you for the moment, Lana. Do it, Stacey."

Stacey's pink tongue emerged from her full lips and tentatively began to lightly play in her mother's arsecrack. She licked high, nearest her mother's back.

"Go lower," Ian instructed.

Stacey's tongue slowly descended in the smooth groove of her mother's arse.

"That's it, lower."

Stacey began to detect powerful scents as she neared her mother's arsehole and damp, leaking cunt. Earthy, musky, erotic scents. This, Stacey decided, wasn't gross at all, it was seductive and tempting.

"Now lick your mother's arsehole, Stacey."

"Please, Ian, don't make her do that!"

"I've had enough of the endless fighting between you two. Stacey will kiss your arse and you will kiss hers. It's time to make love, not war."

Stacey moved hesitantly into position. She gazed at the hypnotic whorl of her mother's arsehole dotted above the seductive cunt-line that was clearly visible through her mothers trimmed pelt. She closed her eyes tight, then let her tongue play lightly on the asterisk, barely touching it. Her mother gasped and sighed with the even the faintest brush of her young daughter's tongue. The reaction of her Mum excited Stacey. Quickly, the sensuality of what was happening began to take hold of both women. The fragant scent of her mother's fuck-holes was soon intoxicating her daughter. Stacey began to think licking her Mother's arse wasn't gross in any way; actually, it was all pretty natural and erotic.

As Stacey acclimatised to licking her Mum's arsehole, she relaxed and began to go at it more confidently. She flattened her tongue and let it slide sloppily all around the pulsing sphincter. Then she formed her tongue into a point and poked it inside the little ring that was winking before her. She felt her Mum's anal muscle grip hold of her inquisitive tongue in the most loving way. Lana groaned loudly with each probing anal tongue-fuck.

"Oh, Mum," Stacey sighed, when she paused to catch her breath, "your arse is so hot!"

"Oh, thank you, baby girl!" Lana sang, "Your tongue is so good! I love the way you eat Mummy's dirty shithole. Ian, isn't Stacey wonderful? Aren't you proud of her?"

Ian looked at his young daughter, bent over, her lips and tongue avidly exploring her mum's anal orifice.

"Yes," he replied, "she does seem to be doing OK. I'm always proud of her. Oh, my, yes, that is good, Stacey. Tongue-fuck your lovely Mummy's arsehole."

Ian couldn't help but be impressed by Stacey's eagerness, her skill and attention to detail. She was a sexual revelation. He felt pride that his plan was working so well and the two key females in his life finally seemed to be burying the hatchet and enjoying each other's company for a change. It made a welcome contrast to the constant sniping of the past month which had driven him over the edge. He did feel pride and as he watched his daughter work her mum's hole, he also felt his cock stiffening. Without a doubt, it was very erotic. Stacey was still wearing her denim shorts. He gently placed his left hand on Stacey's bent-over arse. He paused cautiously, braced for a possible negative response from his daughter, but none came.

Emboldened, he let his hand roam around the rounded surface of her warm soft en-denimed young buttock. He first felt the outer side of his daughter's bum, how it curved sensuously down towards her hip and thigh and then how it folded inward towards the great divide of her arsecrack and her own little arsehole, nestled deep in the steamy valley between her bum cheeks. He hadn't groped Stacey's bottom like this for years, not since they used to horseplay together in the pool or he would wash her in the bath. Of course, all that had stopped around the time that she hit puberty, when Stacey was around thirteen years old. Ian was really enjoying feeling his daughter's bum; fond memories and ancient, natural desires were stirring; his dad-cock kept swelling. Stacey was still focused on slathering her tongue all over Lana's shithole; Ian noticed that Stacey, unbidden, had also begun to eat her Mummy's cunt, as well. He was surprised that it was so exciting to see his daughter and wife being so slutty together.

Ian was still in his jeans. He lightly pressed his hips against Stacey's denimed arse. He let his stiff cock rub in his daughter's arse crack. There was no protestation. Stacey either wasn't aware of it or didn't mind. Lana was too wrapped-up in her own pleasure to notice. Somehow, what he was doing to his daughter felt forbidden to him. It felt a bit sinful. It felt like he was crossing a line that maybe shouldn't be crossed, like he was breaking a taboo, giving-in to some shameful desire. But at the same time, it also felt totally natural and loving and if he was honest, it felt absolutely fucking good.

Ian was certain he could sense Stacey begin pushing back, grinding her arse into his rigid, vertical daddy dick. It had been a while since Ian had seriously thought about fucking his daughter, but perhaps unsurprisingly, the idea began to re-form quite vividly in his mind. With difficulty, he kept his self-control and focused instead on ending the nightmare of constant fighting that had suddenly sprung up between the two main women of his life. That objective was still his priority.

He decided that it was probably Stacey's turn to get a dose of loving medicine. To move things along, he reached under his daughter's body and found the button of her denim shorts. Nervously, he fumbled around a little until he managed to unzip and unbutton them. There was no objection from Stacey or from Lana now; both were lost in their mutual lesbic lust, borne out of the deep underlying love they felt towards each other.

Ian let his hand feel the skin under the back of his daughter's shorts and felt the foothills of her arse cheeks, which were completely uncovered by the skimpy g-string undies that she wore. Now with greater urgency he worked the tightly fitting denim shorts delicately over her hips, one side at a time until they slipped easily and seductively down his daughter's tanned, lithe thighs.

Stacey automatically lifted her knees, first one, then the other, so Ian could remove the denim shorts completely. He couldn't believe that she was really aware of what was happening to her. He didn't care: his daughter's arse was before him. The cheeks were tanned, slim but firm and because Stacey was bending over, the groove between them was exposed. Behind the slender thread of her g-string, Ian could make out the precious crater of his daughter's arsehole. Below Stacey's partially hidden sphincter, nestled in the neat notch at the top of his daughter's thighs and covered by a thin veil of g-string panty fabric, was the bulge of his young daughter's eighteen year old cunt. A perfect camel-toe was visible; as was a large wet patch which indicated copious leakage from his daughter's aroused little cunt. Like a dirty fucking little slut, Stacey was undeniably enjoying licking-out her Mum's arsehole.

Without much ado, Ian slipped the flimsy g-string down so that his daughter's fuck-holes were visible to him in all their glory; it was the the first time in years that he'd seen them up close. In between times, he'd only managed furtive peeps of her private parts on rare occasions. He was struck speechless by being in the presence of such beauty and perfection. The lips of his daughter's cunt were pressed together into a perfect clam shell and glistened wet with leaking cuntjuice in the light. Her arsehole puckered with anticipation, like it was offering him little kisses. Ian's cock hardened more than it ever had before.

"Fucking hell," he admitted to himself. "What a hot little fuck Stacey is! I'd love to get my cock up both of those holes!"

He wanted to fuck his daughter then and there, but through sheer will-power he stuck to his plan.

"Now," he commanded, "change places."

Obediently, mother and daughter exchanged position. Lana stepped from Stacey's bed and standing, removed her dress, so that she was now naked before husband and daughter. Her well-loved, well-chewed breasts hung heavily, but attractively and Ian noted the nipples sitting proud and hard at the centre of the broad dark crinkly areolae. His wife was still very desirable. Lana went to Ian's side and hugged him. He was a lucky man.

Stacey slid quickly into position on the bed. Her arsehole and cunt were beautifully displayed towards her parents. Her young cunt dripped wetly with desire. What an eager beaver, Ian thought.

"Lana," Ian insisted, "your turn. Kiss you daughter's arse."

There were no arguments anymore, just eager compliance. Lana's hands gripped her daughter's hips as she lowered her face, tongue flicking, into her daughter's arse crack. Hungrily she attacked her daughter's arsehole with her tongue. Stacey looked slightly startled at first, then groaned a long, drawn out,"Ohhhh," as she delivered herself to the raw sensuality of her mother's tongue-fucking of her young arse. Lana's tongue and lips expertly ranged from Stacey's clit along the full length of her daughter's exposed buttcrack. Lana spread Stacey's cheeks as wide as she could and forced her tongue deeply inside her daughter's dilating arsehole. Stacey cried out in pleasure as Lana slipped a finger into her daughter's hungry cunt.

Ian's cock was almost bursting, but it remained constrained in his pants. He had to do something. He couldn't resist leaning in and groping his daughter's small tits under her tank top. In fact he soon had forced the flimsy tank top over Stacey's head somehow, so that his daughter too, was now naked, just like her loving, arselicking mother.

Ian's cock felt almost painful. He was barely controlling himself. "Better call this to an end before I do something that Stacey might regret...," he thought to himself.

"OK," he said as gently as he could, "that's enough, I think. This is hopefully the end of all the discord between you two, now that you realise how much you actually love each other."

Mother and daughter paused their lesbic triste. Stacey got up from the bed and they stood naked together, side by side and looked towards the husband-father. Ian thought they looked so beautiful. Lana with her trimmed, dark pelt and larger shapely tits; Stacey, younger, tanned, with her bald, untouched cunt and her almost flat, tiny pointy tits. Mother and daughter stood arm in arm, whispering and exchanging meaningful looks. They kissed each other tenderly and deeply, tits together and giggled in a cute girlish way. Ian had almost cum simply watching them.