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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Saturday, June 8th, 2013 – Cynthia Wahl – Bonney Lake, WA

“Oh, wow, you have to read this one,” my girlfriend Vivian exclaimed as she stared at her smart phone.

It was weird having a girlfriend. Even having a boyfriend would have been weird. I had never been the type of girl that was “Ohmygod, I’m so in love” when I was younger. I liked to have fun and if you were cute, guy or girl, I would want to get down and party with you. Having a girlfriend made it all serious and real.

And yet I was dating Vivian.

It was Mark’s doing. I hadn’t even met her until two days ago when Mark strode into the Starbucks and we had such a wild orgy. Me, Mary, Vivian, and Mark. Fucking. Sucking. Licking. When Mark told me I loved Vivian, it all crystallized. I did love Vivian. We were soul mates. We were perfect together.

It just had to be pointed out to me.

“What’s this story say?” I asked, wanting to look at her screen, but I was driving and I probably shouldn’t.

“It’s posted by a Daisy Cunningham,” Vivian reported.

When the news reports came out that Mark was a terrorist, neither Vivian or I believed it. He was a wonderful man. He just awakened those people at the Buy Best like he had to Vivian and me. So Vivian created a Facebook page called “Supporters of Mark Glassner!”

Anyone could join if they would share their stories of how Mark had changed their lives. Vivian and I shared our story, Lillian and Ann shared the fun they had when Mark and Mary visited Goth Topic, and a number of men and women from the Buy Best Incident added theirs.

“So, tell me what it is,” I grinned, my curiosity ignited.

“It’s so nasty,” she giggled, her cheeks going crimson. “I don’t know if I should.”

“Tell me, Vivian. You can’t leave me hanging.”

“She made love to her twin sister and her parents,” Vivian said. “Mark taught them that you could love who you want. That there should be no reason that consenting adults shouldn’t have sex with the ones they want.”

“Wow,” I blinked. I thought I had a wild sex life, but incest? A heat flushed though me and a grin spread on my lips “It’s kinda hot, right.”

“A little,” Vivian whispered. “It’s so uplifting. Mark is amazing. And this Daisy, she writes so passionately about it. He really affected her. Boy, what would incest be like?”

“Do you want to get it on with your mother?”

“Sweet Sin!” she gasped, looking at me in shock.

Sweet Sin was her nickname for me. “Because you make sinning so sweet,” she had explained. Vivian was a devout Christian and realizing she loved a woman had taken some adjustment to her worldview. That’s why we were heading to her parents house. She wanted me to meet her mom. Her dad was out of town. “He’s more pigheaded. If we get mom on our side, he’ll come around,” she said last night when she suggested this plan.

“I would never sleep with my mother.” Her cheeks were crimson and her eyes danced.

“But if Mark says it’s okay, and he’s so wise…it can’t be wrong?” I asked.

“Very wise,” she nodded, frowning and looking down at the post. “And Daisy seems so happy with her family.”

“Nothing Mark does is wrong, right?” I asked her, loving watching her squirm. “Then that makes incest right.”

“I guess,” she whispered, her eyes widening. I saw the wheels spinning. Incest sounded so hot. I would love to see Vivian with her mother. We had already shared one woman and that had been so sexy, but getting her hot mother, a real MILF, into bed would be amazing.

“Tell them that we approve.”

“I can do that,” Vivian agree, typing at her phone. “Me and Sweet Sin think it is wonderful that you and your family are so close. Mark is an amazing guy.” It was so cute the way she talked while texting.

“Now that you’re done browsing Facebook, you want to get back to looking at webcams and stuff.”

“Right.” Vivian fiddled with her phone.

Mark had also told us the best way to make money. Vivian and I were going to be porn stars, streaming our lovemaking. But to do it properly required some equipment we didn’t have. I so wanted to stream our fucking to all the horny guys out there, but we had to do it right.

Mark would be so happy with us for obeying his suggestion.

Vivian talked as we made the drive up to Bonney Lake. It was a beautiful area, far nicer than Spaneway where we lived and worked. Her parents own a rather large house set on a gorgeous piece of property overlooking the Puyallup Valley. Mount Rainier rose majestic. It was so big. We were closer to it than in Spaneway. I felt almost intimidated by the peak.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Vivian said as I climbed out. She was still strapped in, her tan face paling.

I walked around the car, opening her door. She looked up at me with her doe-brown eyes, her beautiful face framed by brown hair. We were so different. She still dressed conservatively, while I had my nose, eyebrow, and labia pierced. My hair was cut short, almost ragged, giving me a fierce look, and I had this amazing tattoo of a tiger that wrapped around my body from beneath my breasts to my ass.

“You can do this,” I told her. “I love you and we need to let everyone know that. It’s what Mark would have wanted.” Probably.

Vivian looked up, sniffing, tears in her eyes. “Really?”

“Sure,” I told her. I took her hand, giving her a squeeze. “And I’ll be here with you. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“My mom hates me forever.”

“But we’ll still be together.” I kissed the tips of her fingers. “Isn’t that what’s really important?”

She nodded. “You’re right. You’re the most important thing to me. You’re my Sweet Sin.” She smiled, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips. “Okay. Let’s get this over with.”

She climbed out, our hands still clutched together, and we walked up the walkway to the front door, painted white, a frosted window set in it. She rang the doorbell, her hand squeezing down on mine as a tremble passed through her.

Footsteps echoed on hardwood floors. The door open. Marsha was a more ripened version of her daughter. While she didn’t have the same, golden tan that Vivian had, she still had flawless skin and luxurious hair. And Her breasts filled out her conservative blouse nicely.

“Vivian!” Marsha smiled, but her eyes lingered on me. I blinked. They were so…appraising. Marsha embraced her daughter, her smile turning into something almost predatory for a moment.

“It’s good to see you, Mom.”

“Who’s your friend?” Marsha broke the hug, a motherly grin on her face. Had the predatory smile only been in my imagination?

“This is Sweet…Cynthia.” Vivian blushed. “She’s my…girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Marsha smiled, giving me a warm hug; I did appreciate how well she filled out her blouse. She had at least a cup size on her daughter, and Vivian did have a nice, round pair that I loved to kiss and suck and squeeze.

“No. She’s my girlfriend, Mom. I’m…a lesbian.”

Vivian tensed, waiting for the explosion. Marsha gave us both a look, biting her lower lip. “Are you sure, darling? Is this just a college phase.”

“Yes.” Vivian put her arm around me. “We’re in love. We’re going to be together forever.”

Marsha took a deep breath. “Okay, honey. I love you. I’ll…support you, even if it is a terrible sin.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Vivian smiled.

“She is a cutie, I guess,” Marsha laughed. “Your father isn’t going to like this. I assume that’s why you brought her while he’s on his business trip.”

Vivian nodded, looking like a little girl.

“I understand. Well, come on in, Cynthia. Let’s sit down and talk.” Marsha grabbed my hand, her fingers lightly stroking me, as she pulled us inside. She led us to the living room, sitting me down on the love seat and her daughter on a recliner. “Something to drink?”

“A beer?” I asked.

“Oh, we don’t drink alcohol, but I have a lovely tea.”

“That’s fine,” I shrugged.

“Tea for me,” Vivian called out as Marsha wandered off.

She came back, handing her daughter a glass of iced tea then sat down next to me. It was quite cozy on the chair. She handed me the glass. The tea was refreshing, cooling off my suddenly warm pussy. Marsha was lovely, and her thigh felt nice through my jeans.

“So how did you two meet?” she asked, casually placing her hand on my knee. It seemed so absentminded; electricity shot through me. She didn’t look at me, her gaze fixed on her daughter, but she gave me the lightest squeeze.

Was she coming on to me? Was Vivian’s mom secretly a lesbian?

Dirty thoughts blossomed.

I barely followed the conversation, my mind coming up with a plan to get this MILF in bed with her daughter and me. When Vivian mentioned we had only known each other for two days, Marsha gave me another squeeze, her hand sliding slightly up my thigh.

She was definitely hitting on me.

A timer dinged. “That’s the roast,” Marsha smiled, standing up. “Vivian, dear, can you set the table, then we’ll sit down to eat.”

“Sure, Mom.”

Her mom bustled out and I grabbed my girlfriend. “Your mom is totally in to me.”

“What?” Vivian blinked.

“She’s giving me all the signs that she’s interested in me. Didn’t you see her hand on my knee.”

“Oh, that. My mom’s just a toucher. She’s always hugging and touching other women.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“That doesn’t make her a lesbian,” Vivian gasped. “She’s a devout Christian and loves my dad.”

“Just watch her,” I told her.

“You’re wrong,” Vivian insisted.

A few minutes later, the food was steaming on the table. A savory roast dripping in gravy, steamed vegetables, a lovely salad topped by a strawberry-vinegar dressing. My stomach rumbled at the delicious sight.

Marsha sat Vivian at the head of the table, with her and me on opposite sides. She smiled as I sat down, getting a nice view down my top in the process. I winked at her and licked my lips. Her grin grew.

“You made an amazing meal, Mom,” Vivian said, oblivious to her mom’s flirtation.

“Oh, thank you,” she answered. “Let’s say grace.”

I reached my hand across the table to take hers. She gave me a small caress, her hand so warm. I tingled as I held mother and daughters hand, my pussy growing quite damp. She said a few, quick words, and then we dug in.

I wasn’t surprised to feel Marsha’s foot brushing my leg. I grinned at her and she grew more bold, stroking up and down on me.

“Do you like working at Starbuzz?” Marsha asked me.

“It’s alright,” I shrugged, squirming in my seat. I was so wet. “We do have the most delicious scones.”

“I would love to try your…scones, Cynthia.”

“You should, Mom,” Vivian nodded. “They’re so tasty.”

“I bet they’re sweet,” purred Marsha. “I bet you just love to eat her scones.”

“Uh-huh,” Vivian agreed around a mouthful of salad.

“You should come down and try them,” I smiled, pushing my shoe off my right foot and reaching out to find her warm, stocking clad calf beneath her skirt. “I would love for you to eat them all up.” I slid higher up her leg.

“I would love that. Why don’t you leave me your number so we can arrange that.”

I nodded, about to say something, when a phone rang.

“Excuse me,” Marsha smiled.

“Your mom wants to hook up with me,” I whispered to Vivian.

“What? Are you still thinking that? Why? Because she want’s your scones.” Vivian rolled her eyes.

“And because we were playing footsie under the table.”

Vivian blinked. “What?”

I grinned at her.

“No. I don’t believe it.”

“I’ll prove it.” I leaned over and whispered my plan to her.

“Sorry about that,” Marsha smiled, walking back in. “That was my husband.”

“Something came up,” Vivian sighed. “My landlord just called. I need to get home right away.”

“But we haven’t had dessert yet,” Marsha pouted. “I really wanted Cynthia to taste my pie.”

“I bet it’s a delicious pie.”

She grinned. “I make the best pie. More than a few women have told me how much they love to eat it.”

Vivian blinked, looking back and forth between us. She was starting to see it.

“I’m sorry, Mom, but I got to take care of this.” She paused. “But you do make great pie. Maybe, um, if Cynthia doesn’t mind, she could…stay.” Vivian swallowed, giving her mom a glance. “I mean, you would have to drive her all the way back to Spaneway.”

“I would love to get to know your mom better,” Cynthia grinned. “If you don’t mind driving me home.”

“That’s fine. Or she could just spend the night,” Marsha casually said. “If we ended up gabbing to late. You know how I love to talk.”

“Okay.” Vivian’s voice was quiet. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

“Take care,” I told her.

Marsha played it cool for a few minutes, then stood up, looming over me. “Are you ready for my pie?”

“I’ve been dying to taste it,” I grinned.

“I could tell,” she smiled. “I can always tell.” She took my hand, stroking me. “Follow me.”

I let her lead me upstairs, my heart thudding and my pussy growing wet. We were dropping all pretense. She knew what she wanted—me. At the top of the stairs, I pounced. She gasped as I pushed her up against the wall, her lips hot on mine. She kissed as well as her daughter, with the same passion I loved, her hands roaming my body.

“You are one hot MILF,” I whispered when we broke the kiss. “Umm, I want to ravish you. I’m going to eat you up.”

She shuddered, her eyes widening. “Do it! I’ve been so bad. I deserve to be eaten by the naughty lesbian.”

My hand hiked up her skirt, sliding up her pantyhose until I rubbed at the heat of her crotch. Moisture beaded through. She squirmed, cheeks flushing as I stroked her intimate spot. “It feels like your pie is ready to be eaten.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

I leaned in, and whispered in her voice. “Have you ever been tied up.”

She let out almost an orgasmic sigh. “No! That sounds wonderful.”

“I’m going to strip you naked, tie your hands to the headboard, blindfold you, then eat your pie until you cum!”

“Yes!” she moaned. “I need it so bad!”

I stroked her pussy one last time, then pulled away, striding into her bedroom while peeling off my shirt, dropping it onto the carpet. She could see my naked back, I hated wearing a bra, my perky tits didn’t need the support.

She followed me into the bedroom, her hands working the buttons of her blouse down. Her breasts spilled out as her dress fell away. They were encased in a plain, boring white bra. She reached behind her, unhooking them.

“Magnificent,” I purred, reaching out to squeeze one of the large mounds. They sagged a bit, but were still lovely, her nipples fat and pink.

“Not as magnificent as these,” she purred, squeezing my perky tits. “Umm, to be in my twenties again.”

I knelt down, ripping off her nylons and panties. Her pussy smelled intoxicating, tangy like her daughter, but so much stronger—an aged pussy, ripened to perfection. Dew beaded on her neatly-trimmed, brown hair.

I bent in and took a long lick. She shuddered, moaning with delight. She tasted wonderful. I took another swipe, digging deep between her folds, experience every bit of her that I could. She was panting when I pulled my mouth away, her eyes unfocused.

“Umm, you tasted wonderful. Now lie down on your bed and I’ll tie you up.”

“Yes,” she moaned, falling back on her marital bed, writhing on the mauve comforter, pushing her wrists through gaps in the headboard.

I grabbed her discarded pantyhose, straddling her stomach. I smeared my hot, wet pussy across her flat torso, my clit shivering with delight, as I reached over her to tie her hands together. Her head lunched up, her mouth nipping my hard nipple for a moment.

What a slutty woman.

I reached over, opening her nightstand drawer. I found a sleeping mask. I grinned, pulling it over her face before I slid off her bed. She twitched, straining against her nylons, her body arching, trying to find me.

“Where are you?” she purred.

“I’m here. Just admiring every inch of your beauty.” I sent the text. I barely heard Vivian slip through the front door. “You are just gorgeous, Marsha.”

“Umm, so are you. Straddle my face and let me lick your pussy.”

Vivian crept up the stairs, her eyes wide at seeing me naked in her mother’s doorway. I beckoned her on, grinning at her. She slipped to me, gasping when she saw her mom naked and writhing on the bed.

“You are just a lovely sight. I bet any woman would want to crawl between your thighs and bury their face into that sweet pussy.” I looked at Vivian, arching my eyes. She shook her head. I grabbed her blouse, pulling it off, then deftly unclasped her bra. Her round, lovely tits spilled out, golden tan save for the triangles of pale flesh around her nipples.

“Please, lick my pussy, Cynthia! I need it so bad!”

Vivian’s brown eyes were wide in shock at hearing her mother’s lewd moans, so I led her to the bed. She followed, stumbling along in a daze. She reached the bed, crawling across it, hypnotized by her mother’s pussy.

“Lick me!” Martha gasped, her legs brushing her daughter’s arm. “I need it! I haven’t had a woman lick my pussy in a week! I’m so horny!”

Vivian trembled as she lowered her mouth down. Martha must have felt her warm breath because her hips arched up, almost shoving her pussy into her daughter’s lips. I stifled my groan as Vivian took her first lick, witnessing this first moment of forbidden sex.

“Oh, your tongue is so wonderful,” Martha panted. “Oh, Cynthia. Umm, I can see how you were able to seduce my daughter. Oh, yes! Lick my pussy!”

My cunt burned.

I had to join in.

Martha heaved against her bounds, her hips bucking. Vivian wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, sealing her lips to her mother’s pussy. It was so wrong. So deliciously bad. I had never seen anything hotter.

I crawled onto the bed.

Martha moaned, her hand brushing my leg. “Who’s that? Who else is in here, Cynthia?”

I pushed the sleeping mask off her eyes. Martha’s hazel eyes flashed down and saw her daughter feasting on her sweet pussy. She shuddered, a throaty moan escaping her lips. I stared into Martha’s eyes as a forbidden orgasm rippled through her.

“Vivian!” the mother moaned, her body spasming.

Vivian drank every drop of her mother’s passion.

“You can’t!” Martha moaned, heaving on the bed. “It’s so wrong!”

“I know,” I purred, straddling her face. “Let your daughter make you cum again.” I pressed my pussy down, stretching across her body, my lips joining my girlfriends. I kissed Vivian, tasting her mother’s pussy on her lips. So wonderful.

Martha licked my pussy as Vivian dived back into her snatch. The older woman’s tongue knew how to move, licking, sucking, touching every amazing spot inside me. I groaned, shuddering atop her. My orgasm wasn’t going to take long.

Her tongue wiggled into my depths. I shuddered and came on Martha’s face.

“Oh, Vivian,” I gasped. “Oh, yes! You have to try your mother’s tongue.”

Vivian lifted up her lips, her mother’s juices dripping from her chin. “That’s so wrong, Sweet Sin.”

I grinned, rolling off her mom. Vivian pushed her pants and panties off, kicking the clothing off her legs. She settled her neatly trimmed bush on her mother’s face.

“Lick me, Mom!”

Martha did, her pink tongue sliding through her daughter’s pussy. Vivian’s eyes widened, such delight shining in her depths. She shuddered on her mom’s lips, writhing her hips. Her perky tits bounced as she let her mom’s tongue carry her off to bliss.

I buried my face between Martha’s legs, sucking at her tangy slit. I watched my girlfriend writhe on her mother’s face as I ate her mother’s pussy. Vivian looked so beautiful, enjoying the taboo passion of her mother’s hungry lips. She shuddered, moaning, writhing, her breast heaving.

“Cum on your mother’s face!” I hissed, shoving two fingers into her mom’s twat. Then three, pumping them in and out fast. “Give her every drop of your passion you can, Vivian!”

“Yes! Lick my pussy, Mom! Oh, yes! Eat me! You fucking, lesbian slut! Oh, yes! I’m gonna cum!”

Martha’s pussy convulsed about my fingers, the older woman gasping her pleasure into her daughter’s pussy. Martha licked and sucked, her tongue slurping through Vivian’s pussy. My girlfriend threw back her head, her body trembling, on the cusp of orgasming.

“Mother!” she screamed as her juices squirted into her mother’s lips. Vivian writhed as she came hard.

“What a great dinner this was,” I grinned, leaning down to take another lick up Martha’s pussy.

“Definitely,” gasped Vivian, sliding off her mother’s face. “I’m so glad we came.”

She cuddled up against her mother, and they shared a dirty, filthy, incestuous kiss. I slid up on the other side of Martha, my lips joining in. I tasted pussy on both their lips, tangy and delicious, the mix of mother and daughter.

“We have to do this every weekend Dad’s out of town,” beamed Vivian.

“Yes, we do,” her mother agreed.

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