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Mom & Daughter Are Lesbians, Ch. 02
Laura relaxes while taking a leisurely bath and masturbating herself.
Continued from Chapter 01:
Liz entered her bedroom naked. Denying her some sexy fun, Laura wished her lesbian lover had stripped off her clothes in front of her. Even better, while allowing her to touch and feel her through her clothes, Laura wished she had allowed her to strip her naked in the way that Liz stripped her naked. Taking her time removing her blouse, jeans, panties and bra, Laura wished she could have undressed Liz.
As if she was a dead starfish laying in the sand with her arms and legs spread, while waiting to be eaten, Laura laid on Liz's big, firmly comfortable bed naked. As if on a military mission and hiding in a bunker, Liz climbed in bed and slithered between Laura's legs. All that Laura could see of her lover was the top of her blonde, pretty head and those big, expressive, blue eyes staring up at her as if she was worthy of Liz's sexual preoccupation.
Like anything else, the first time was the best. The first time having sex with Liz was like that first sip of hot, strong, black coffee in the morning, that first taste of decadent, dark chocolate, that first sip of single malted scotch, or that first bite of pizza. The only thing more memorable was that first, long, wet, passionate kiss and the first time that Liz touched Laura's naked pussy before licking her naked pussy.
Gently rubbing her clitoris, as if her clit was a delicate crystal that could break, she rubbed it a little harder and faster while fingering her. Laura was already wet, so very wet and the first time the she felt Liz's tongue buried in her snatch was an unbelievable feeling and something that she'd remember for the rest of her life. She couldn't believe she was allowing Liz to have her wicked sexual way with her naked body.
Licking and licking her faster while fingering her deeper, Liz was Laura's fantasy lover. From out of all the men and women she had sex with, if she only had to choose one to keep forever, Liz would be the one. Only, with her too busy living her world adventures, Laura knew that Liz didn't feel the same way about her. She absolutely knew that there were other women in Liz's life, women that she obviously cared for more than she cared for Laura. Wishing things were different between her and Laura, she'd marry her, if she asked. Only, what would she tell her daughter.
"Heather, Mommy prefers having sex with women instead of having sex with men. Mommy is a lesbian. This is Elizabeth," imagined Laura introducing Liz to Heather. "We're in love. We're married. I'm her wife and she's my husband," imagined Laura telling her daughter.
Only, that was then and ten years later, this is now. Other than they come together two or three times a year, Liz was too busy with her work and with her life to include Laura on a daily, weekly, or even a monthly basis. Still, with Liz so intelligent and so interesting, as if she's a shooting star skyrocketing across Laura's sky, a little of her goes a long way.
Chapter 02:
With her daughter, Heather, out on a date, it had been a long time since Laura had the house to herself. As if she lived alone, she relaxed with a glass of white wine while taking a nice, long, leisurely bath with her favorite waterproof, sex toys, her purple rabbit vibrator and her anatomically correct, Mr. Big dildo. Rubbing her clit while fingering her nipples, she thought of sensuous things and sexual thoughts that were mixed with romantic feelings and erotic fantasies. Instead of being rushed with her finger, it was nice taking her time with her sex toys. Instead of having to be quiet, it was therapeutic to let out her orgasmic screams of sexual passion.
As if Liz was the man and she was the woman, she thought of Liz kissing her and kissing her. She thought of making out with Liz while feeling her lesbian lover through her clothes. As Liz was the aggressive one and she was the submissive one, she thought of Liz feeling her through her clothes while kissing and kissing her. She thought of Liz naked. She thought of Liz stripping her naked. She thought of Liz fingering her pussy and licking her pussy before giving her an oral orgasm. She thought of fingering Liz's pussy and licking her pussy before giving her an orgasm too.
She thought of Liz wearing her a strap-on dildo and fucking her as good and as hard as any man could. She thought of Liz slowly humping her with love. She thought of Liz fucking her harder and faster. She thought of Liz pounding her pussy with her anatomically correct and lifelike dildo until she exploded in orgasmic pleasure.
Humping her and pounding her, as if she was the man instead of the woman, she thought of her wearing the strap-on dildo and fucking Liz's pussy in the way that she had fucked her pussy. Liz even has a double strap-on dildo where, while facing one another, they could fuck one another at the same time while kissing one-another and feeling each other's big tits. Because it was Liz and her lips, she loved Liz's strap-on dildo as much as she loved any cock that she had fucked and sucked.
While continuing to think of her lesbian lover, she turned on her vibrator and allowed it to work its magic on her clitoris. Ever so slowly and erotically, she set the speed on the slowest first. Then, raising the speed higher as more sexual and erotic images ran through her mind in the way of a fast forward movie, she heightened her sexual pleasure.
While thinking of movie scenes of romance, sex, and seduction, while imagining them all naked, she replaced her favorite actors and actresses that weren't originally cast in the starring roles. She thought of romantic stories of unrequited love, lost loves, tragic endings, and happy endings where they lived happily forever after. She thought of two people in love, a man and a woman, before she thought about a woman in love with another woman. Then, growing more sexually excited, she thought of a threesome with a man fucking her and a woman licking her while fingering her.
Continuing to feel her big breasts and finger her erect nipples, pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, she rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy. She thought of hot, sexy scenes from erotic stories she had read. She thought of having hot, lesbian sex with celebrity women. She thought of old boyfriends, men she dated, men she wished she had dated, and men she saw on the street, on TV, and in magazines that she felt feelings of sexual lust and passionate desire. She thought of old girlfriends, women she befriended, women she wished she had dated, and women she saw on the street, on TV, and in magazines that she had feelings of sexual lust and passionate desire.
Just as she thought of her previous, heterosexual lovers, she thought of her previous, lesbian lovers too, those that she made love to after having made love to Liz. By far, she had more heterosexual lovers than she had lesbian lovers. With her being such a whore back then, she had a small army of male lovers, enough to fill a banquet room. She imagined all of her lovers sitting around a long table in a big room while being served dinner and champagne and while watching movies of their sexual adventures.
She'd love to have a banquet with the only invited guests being her ex-lovers. Only, no doubt, most of them are probably married with children, some of them may be out of state, out of the country, or may even be dead. So tragic that she felt such love and sexual affection for them once and now they're just a flashing memory to help her to masturbate and give her an orgasm. Yet, by far, her greatest love was and still is her longtime lesbian lover, Elizabeth. No one could ever compare to her or compete with her. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy.
With her being such an exhibitionist back then, she thought of all of the times she flashed her semi-naked and naked body to unsuspecting men and women. Over the years she had flashed some part of her semi-naked or all of her naked body to every man and every woman she knew well, was acquainted with, and/or who she barely knew at all. Always making her flashing appear accidental, whether they were male or female, she more got off on the surprised looks on their faces than she did in exposing herself. She especially enjoyed flashing them when they looked, stared, and even ogled at all that she was purposely showing.