Although this would be Ch. 5, this actually is a "prequel" to my first 4 stories. Based on numerous requests(thank you), here is how Stacy and her daughter Heather began their sexual relationship...
As time went on, our sexual adventures with our neighbors were more frequent. Stacy and her daughter Heather seemed insatiable and without limits to their sexual energies. I had become as familiar with their bodies and their respective bodily fluids as I'm sure they were with my wife and I. Being of the inquisitive nature, I was led to ask Stacy how it became that her and her daughter became lovers and decided to expand and include us in their sexual adventures. The following is the story Stacy relayed to me...
She began by saying she had gotten married to Heather's father Robert years ago. After being married for about ten years, Robert had strayed from his marital vows, and as these things sometimes go, divorced several years later. Heather had, again not uncommonly, not easily accepted that fact her mom and dad were not together anymore. She had become somewhat rebellious in her actions and by the time she was a teenager, had the reputation of being fast and easy. Stacy continued by saying that they had moved to our State in an effort to get a fresh start, which actually was to get away from certain problems with regards to Heather's sexual acts. Heather had been caught several times by her mom sneaking teenage boys both into and out of her house, and was literally caught with her pants down several times, each time with a different boy.
What had been the last straw was on one of those occasions, after the "boy of the day" had left. Stacy was having another "mother-daughter talk" with Heather. Usually those talks left them not talking to each other for several days after, but the last time was different. Stacy had asked Heather, who had just turned 18, why she was so addicted to sex. Heather had grown into quite a beautiful young woman(a mirror of a younger her) with her long black hair, round breasts and long and shapely legs. Heather's response was not the usual child response of denial or silence but one of defiance. Heather told her mother that she did what felt good to her and made her happy at the time. Heather also said that she had heard her mom's moans of pleasure when she was still married to her father, and that she was sure her mom missed that after all these years of being alone. Stacy had replied that she did miss the closeness, but took care of her needs privately. Heather asked her mom what she meant by that. Stacy reluctantly replied that she would masturbate herself to reach an orgasm, and that would satisfy her needs. Heather surprised her mom by saying that she had also tried masturbation but it wasn't the same as intercourse.
Stacy was a little startled hearing her daughter frankly discussing masturbating, but at the same time was becoming aroused. It had actually been several months since Stacy had pleasured herself and was now becoming excited listening to her own daughter discuss her masturbation. Heather, who was wearing a short nightie, sat herself down right in front of her mom, and continued describing how she would rub her breasts until her nipples hardened, and then would rub her pussy lips with her fingers. Heather purposely and deliberately lifted up her nightie , crossed her legs, exposing her young, firm thighs and bare pussy to her mom. Stacy's eyes were focused on Heather's legs and pussy. Heather, noting her mom's stare, continued teasing, saying she had done this several times a day, and felt there was nothing wrong with pleasing herself that many times. Stacy was continuing to get worked up, and began placing her own hand up underneath the short dress she was wearing.
