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Dog Day Afternoon

Dog Day Afternoon (F, ff, Fff, inc, beast)

by Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2002 - Dorsai

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As she stepped out of the tub after her morning shower, Laurie Kepler
caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the
bathroom door. She paused a moment to look at the image of herself that no
one had seen for over a year: standing 5 feet, 6 inches tall, her hundred
and twelve pounds left her looking slender - a slenderness accentuated by
her 34B-26-35 measurements. High on her chest, her breasts were capped
with small, dark areolas barely larger than her pencil-diameter nipples.
Her hair, though wet, still looked as black and luxurious as when she'd
been eighteen; the dark smudge at the apex of her thighs was full and
luxuriant. The skin between the two extremes was clear and smooth, with
not a sag or wrinkle or blemish to be found. "Not bad for 34 years old!"
she thought to herself - then felt a pang when she remembered - as she did
every day - just WHY no one had seen her naked for over a year.

It had been thirteen months ago that Ken, her husband of sixteen years,
had died at the bank where he worked as a junior vice-president - he'd been
helping an elderly woman with a safe deposit box when an undiagnosed
aneurism in his brain had let go; according to the doctors, he'd been dead
before he even hit the floor. The paramedics had been there in less than
five minutes, and had tried heroically to save a life that simply couldn't
BE saved.

Everyone at the bank had been supportive and sympathetic, as had all of
hers and Ken's friends. But that did precious little to fill her empty
arms, or provide someone for their daughters Melissa and Natalie to call
'Daddy'. She and Ken had married in their sophomore year of college.
They'd met as freshmen in an English class, discovered a shared fondness
for Hawthorne, and the rest, as they say, was history. They loved each
other madly, and she'd borne him their first child, Melissa, during their
Junior year. She'd given birth to Natalie just a few months before the two
of them walked across the stage to accept their degrees. Melissa had her
mother's dark hair, while Natalie got her blonde coloring from Ken. Being
so close in age, they hadn't had as many differences as so many sisters did
- and since Ken's death, even those had disappeared. The two of them spent
a surprising amount of time together - even at school, though that wasn't
too surprising.

After Ken's death, Laurie had had to move out of the large house that
they'd lived in. Although she still got a tidy little income from the
stock Ken had owned in the bank, it wasn't enough to cover the mortgage
payments. Instead, she'd found another, smaller, house, far out in the
suburbs - nearly all the way out in the country, truth be told. The girls had been less than thrilled to have to change schools, of course, but both
understood and accepted the necessity of it. One of the few items of
continuity with their 'old' life was the family dog - an Akita named Tojo.
He was friendly and playful with friends and family members, and fiercely
protective of them around strangers - weighing nearly a hundred pounds, he
had the size to make his protective nature count. His thick, tan-colored
fur made him a popular 'pillow' for anyone lying on the floor.

Giving a little start, Laurie pulled herself out of the flood of
memories and finished drying herself off. Still naked, she hung the towel
up to dry, and went into her bedroom, fishing a pair of panties and soft
bra from her dresser. With those items on, she next headed for the closet,
selecting a pair of slacks and matching silk blouse - she was supposed to
meet with one of her closest friends - Charlene Benson, they'd known each
other since middle school - for lunch. Laurie slipped her feet into a pair
of sandals, and went to the kitchen to make sure that Melissa and Natalie
ate something that was at least vaguely nutritious before they left for
school. To her surprise, both of them had gone with heat-and-serve
oatmeal, with orange juice to wash it down.

She watched as they finished their meal, and put their dishes in the
dishwasher - at 15, Melissa was a beauty: beautiful brown eyes that
sparkled; straight, white teeth; a smooth, clear complexion made her look a
bit younger than she really was. At least, unless you looked a bit lower,
and saw the developing bust that wasn't much smaller than Laurie's, and the
graceful curve of waist and hips that flowed on down to slender, nicely
turned legs that seemed to go on forever. Natalie, 14, wasn't far behind:
though not quite as busty or curvaceous as her sister, the bulges at the
top of her blouses made it abundantly clear that she was female. Her hair
was as blonde as her fathers' - almost white, in fact - and accentuated by
her sky-blue eyes. She had a look of almost childlike innocence that
belied her developing body.

After they were gone - having given her a kiss on the cheek in farewell
- Laurie sat down at the table for her own breakfast. With nothing more
pressing, she gave herself permission for a second, then third, cup of
coffee as Tojo lay on her feet under the table. In the winter, it actually
felt nice having him keep her feet warm; but in the summer… not so much.
But he was so much a part of the family, and she felt so reassured having
him around for protection, that she willingly put up with sweaty feet for a
few months out of the year.

When it was time for her to leave, Laurie got her purse, and then hunted
around until she found where she'd left her car keys. With them in hand,
she wasn't surprised to find Tojo waiting at the door to the garage for
her, eagerly waiting to see if she would let him go with her. She laughed,
and asked "Well, Tojo - are you ready to go for a ride?" His doggy grin
simply answered her "Aren't I always?"

Still smiling, she opened the door and told him "Okay, come on, you big
hairy monster!"

He quickly darted through, and on to where her car was parked, waiting
patiently for her to open the door. She let him in, and he quickly took
his assigned place in the passenger seat next to her. She hit the opener
for the garage door, backed out, and closed it again before rolling the
window down so Tojo could stick his head partway out the window while she
drove.

When she got to the small café where she was to meet Charlene, she was a
few minutes early. She found a place to park in the shade of a tree, and
left Tojo in the car - he was well-mannered enough not to bark at
passers-by, or other dogs that he might see; and he was certainly a lot
better than any car alarm she'd ever seen to keep someone from stealing her
car!

Inside the café, she found a quiet table where Charlene would be able to
see her; she ordered a glass of iced tea, and let the waitress know that
there would be another person. A few minutes later, she saw Charlene come
in, and discretely waved to get her attention. Charlene came over and sat
down before saying "Laurie, it's so nice to see you again. It's been
months since we had time with each other like this."

"Thirteen months, in fact", Laurie answered "Not since Ken died."

Charlene frowned, and said "No, not since then."

Laurie saw the sadness on her friend's face and said "I'm sorry,
Charlene. I guess I shouldn't say things like that, now - but I still miss
him so much!"

Charlene smiled, and answered "No, it's okay - I know how much you two
loved each other. What you had was a whole shitload better than what I've
got, that's for sure!" Charlene wasn't always the most refined person
Laurie knew - but they were friends, and that was what mattered.

"What is it now?" Laurie asked - thinking that she probably already knew
the answer.

"Oh, nothing serious - just that William, that damned husband of mine,
is so busy working his deals that he doesn't have time for me. It's been
damn near two years since he laid me last! If it wasn't for the pool boy and the new gardener we hired, I don't know WHAT I'd do!"

"Charlene! You really should be more careful about who you go to bed
with! The pool boy? The gardener? What are you going to say for yourself
if Ben ever finds out?"

"I'll say that if he didn't want me screwing the help, he should have
been there to take care of me himself, that's what I'll say. You know,
it's not like the bastard has a mistress, or something on the side - it's
like he doesn't even have a dick, any more! I had a detective follow him,
and the only one's he's screwing is the competition."

"That's all the more reason not to be fooling around on him - if he was
cheating on you, that would be one thing; but to be screwing around on him…
that's something completely different. If one of those guys ever started
talking, and he found out, he could divorce you and not have to give you a
damn thing - then where would you be?"

"Broke and horny!" Charlene laughed - and a few moments later, Laurie
laughed with her.

The rest of their time together was spent catching up on gossip
involving various people that both of them knew.

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Back home after her lunch, Laurie found her way back to her bedroom.
She could sympathize with Charlene - it was tough not having a loving
husband to take care of her physical needs. Before he'd died, she and Ken
had had a quite satisfactory (if not always exciting) sex life: they made
love two or three times a week, and he always brought her to orgasm and
left her feeling satisfied and loved when the two of them cuddled
afterwards.

Since his death, she'd felt desires. God! Had she felt desires! But
Ken was gone, and she simply didn't have the - wish? desire? desperation?
- to find some other man to take care of her needs. Part of it was wanting
to remain 'faithful' to him; part was not wanting to do anything that might
cause his friends at the bank to have anything to gossip about - and
perhaps close off one of the few resources she still had available to her.
As Ken's widow, she knew they'd gone out of their way to make sure she
could continue the various health and financial programs he'd had
available.

As she remembered Charlene's words, Laurie felt her own desires again
coming to the surface. Since Ken's death, she'd learned to squash the
passing needs she'd felt - but now, this time, she realized that the ache
in her loins was simply too much to ignore.

A quick glance at her watch confirmed that Melissa and Natalie wouldn't
be home from school for at least another two hours. Her fingers trembling
in desire and anticipation, she unbuttoned her silk blouse and laid it
across the back of the chair at her makeup table, where it was soon joined
by her slacks. As she sat down at the edge of her bed, she caught sight of
herself in the mirror of her makeup table, and saw that her hardening
nipples were denting the thin fabric of her bra. She let her fingertips
trace across her bra's softness, feeling how firm her breasts still were,
how they filled the bra cups - and how her nipples erected even more. When
she got to them, it was like her nipples were electrified, they responded
so quickly, so eagerly to her grazing touch.

Below, she could feel herself getting hotter and wetter between her
thighs as her vagina got the loose, empty feeling that only reminded her of
how long since it had been properly filled. She could feel the oily
wetness building inside her, and decided to take her panties off before
they were stained.

She deliberately let her hands slide along her body as she moved them to
the waistband of her panties, savoring the touch on her smooth and
surprisingly sensitive skin. Slipping her thumbs under the waistband, she
lifted her ass and slid her panties past her hips and on down her legs,
kicking them off to the side when they reached her ankles. Next, she
reached between her breasts and undid the hook holding her bra closed,
feeling the cool air tickling her nipples as she shrugged the bra off and
tossed it over with her panties.

Lying back, she let her hands again start caressing her breasts, this
time without the moderating influence of the bra material to get in the
way. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feel of her hands on her
breasts - and was mildly surprised to realize that it wasn't much different
from the way Ken had touched her: softly, gently, even delicately. That
though only brought another surge to her already hot and wet vagina; as she
continued her tactile exploration of her breasts and nipples, she opened
her thighs, only to be aroused even further by the soft air current across
her mons and parted labia.

Keeping one hand at her breasts, she traced a path down her body with
the other, delighted and marveling that her belly was still so trim, even
after giving birth to two children. When her hand reached the trim, narrow
wedge of her pubic hair, she let her fingers dance in it for a few moments,
pleased at it's thick softness - Ken had always delighted in doing this
same thing, once telling her "It feels like the fur on a cat's belly, it's
so soft and thick…", to which she'd replied "Well, it IS my pussy!", making
both of them laugh at the bawdy pun.

Further down, her fingers came across the nubbin of her clitoris,
beginning to come out from under its hood. It was a little larger than
most she'd seen - and she'd seen a few; she hadn't been the slightest bit
reluctant to spend time with girls when she'd been younger, and even after
she'd started college.

Moving on, her fingers slid between her vaginal lips. They, too, were
longer than most girls - but thinner, and more delicate, as well. The area
between them was wet, as she'd known it would be; she'd felt herself
getting aroused, her internal oils escaping her. In her youth, she'd been
embarrassed at how copiously she produced her woman's oils - but the
responses she'd gotten from the people she'd been intimate with soon
convinced her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about: all of them
were delighted and fascinated by it, taking - and giving - considerable
pleasure as they tried to lick them all up.

She laid her finger along the furrow of her sex, pressing inward against
her opening, teasing herself slightly. The few times she'd masturbated
since Ken's death, it had been at night, alone in her room after the girls had gone to bed, and she'd felt the need to keep the resulting orgasms
small and quiet. Now, in the light of day and no one to worry about, she
felt free to bring herself as much pleasure as possible.

She curled her finger, letting the tip of it dip to press slightly
against her entrance, giving herself a small thrill before she continued on
to lightly touch her clitoris. Using the lubrication she'd gotten on her
finger, she started a slow, soft circling of her clit that caused her to
involuntarily spread her legs even farther. She continued to stroke
herself, letting her finger dip down to collect more of her oils to keep
things lubricated - and as she continued, she could feel herself getting
more and more aroused; her breasts felt harder and tighter on her chest,
her areolas crinkled and puckered, pushing her nipples out even farther.
Below, she could feel her vaginal lips getting longer and thicker as blood
flowed into them as a result of her increasing desire; she was so wet
inside that she could feel a small, faint trickle of her juices starting to
wind its way between her ass cheeks. She waited as long as she could
before finally giving in to the temptation to slide a finger inside herself
- and unconsciously released a sigh of pleasure and relief when she did.

In just a few seconds, she was sliding it in and out, teasing herself to
an even higher level of desire; and when she could stand it no longer,
added a second finger, and increased the speed and force that she was using
to finger-fuck herself. That increased her passion even more, and brought
her even closer to the full-blown orgasm that she'd denied herself for so
long - but it wasn't quite enough. Vaguely frustrated, she added a third
finger, her hand almost a blur as she all but pounded her pussy with the
rigid digits

Still, it wasn't enough, and she pulled her hand from between her thighs
to use her fingers on her clitoris again - something that ratcheted her
desire even higher as it singularly failed to bring her the relief she so
desperately sought.

Then, seemingly from nowhere, she felt a hot, thick tongue start licking
her - from the crease of her ass to where her fingers were busily dancing
on her clit. She paused a moment, stunned at the pleasure of it, when it
happened again - then again, and still again. She could feel herself
responding, and only with difficulty managed to open her eyes to see who
was doing such an incredible job of eating her pussy - only to see Tojo
standing between her parted thighs, eagerly licking the hot, slick oils she
was producing in even greater quantities.

"Tojo! No!" she managed to say - but neither loudly, nor forcefully
enough to make him listen.

A second effort was even less successful - due, in part, to the way her
hips and pelvis had started lifting off the bed in response to Tojo's
enthusiastic efforts.

She didn't manage a third try - the attempt died in her throat, choked
off by a gasp at the incredible pleasure Tojo was giving her. Letting her
head fall back on the bed, she pulled her hand out of the way, and wasn't
surprised - indeed, felt delighted - when Tojo expanded his efforts to
include her fully-erect clitoris. With both hands on her breasts, she
started pinching and pulling on her nipples as Tojo's strong tongue brought
her closer and closer to the orgasm she'd sought. With her increasing
passion, her labia parted even more, making it possible for the dog's
slick, flexible tongue to slip between them, slightly pressing against her
eager opening.

In just a couple more minutes, Laurie was holding her ass off the bed,
spreading her legs as far as she could, holding herself open to the
incredible pleasures of her canine benefactor. Tojo didn't do any of the
little tricks that Ken had liked; instead, he just kept licking and licking
and licking and licking and licking and licking…

… until he licked her right over the edge, and into the deep chasm of an
orgasm stronger than Laurie could remember having in a LONG time. But the
comparison didn't occur to her until later - at the time, she was simply
too busy gasping and groaning and all but screaming her joy as wave after
wave of pleasure and release spasmed through her.

When it was over, she could only lay there, panting; she didn't even
have the strength to try to tell Tojo to stop - but he eventually did,
anyway. Licking his chops in obvious relish, she could have sworn he had a
mischievous grin on his face when he finally stepped back, then turned and
padded out of the room.

It was several minutes before Laurie could given any thought to the idea
of getting up and moving; and a couple more past that until she could
actually make it happen. Even then, she was shaky and weak-kneed as she
made her way to her bathroom to clean up and get dressed again before the
girls got home. It was as she was washing off the combination of her own
juices and Tojo's saliva that she felt a sense of shame at having let him
do that to her. But the shame was mixed with the pleasure she'd felt, and
the power of the orgasm she'd just experienced.

When she finished drying off, she was still weak from her experience -
but steady. She got dressed again in the same bra, different panties, and
a pair of soft cotton walking shorts and shirt.

She was in the kitchen going through the mail when Melissa and Natalie
got home from school. Melissa had gotten one of the teen magazines she
subscribed to, and Natalie had gotten what could only be a birthday card
from Laurie's parents. Ken's parents had died shortly after she'd married him; the bridge they'd been driving across during a rainstorm had washed
out, causing the drowning deaths of both.

Natalie quickly opened the envelope, and as expected, it was from
Laurie's folks. It wished her a happy 15th birthday - still two days off -
and included a crisp, new $20 bill, along with a short letter.

Both girls thanked her, and drifted off toward their rooms. Each had
her own room, and they shared a common bathroom; something that still
occasioned brief arguments as to whether one or the other of them had been
in it for too long.

All that was left was a couple of small bills, and a letter from another
of Laurie's long-time friends, Tanya. She opened Tanya's letter and
started reading - and soon discovered that even Tanya was having man problems. Her husband of ten years had been putting off a visit to the
doctor for a pain he'd been having. It finally got bad enough that Tanya
had been able to talk him into going in - and it had almost been too late.
It turned out that her husband, Warren, had prostate cancer. The doctors
had caught it barely in time; if he'd put off seeing them even another
couple of weeks, they said, there wouldn't have been anything they could
have done for him. As it was, he'd still had to undergo surgery, and had
several months of various therapies ahead of him. Worst of all, the
surgery they'd done had left him impotent: in the effort to make sure they
had all the cancer out of him, the doctors had had to take some tissue that
made it possible for him to get erections. The only bright spot was that
the survival rate for his cancer was a lot better than it had been even a
few years earlier - he stood a pretty good chance of living to a
respectable age.

Tanya was heartbroken at what the surgery had done to Warren. Both of
them still loved each other tremendously - so much so, in fact, that it had
been Warren that had said that since he couldn't make love with her any
more, and as young as she still was, he thought they should get a divorce
so she could find another man that could 'keep her happy' as he'd put it.
They'd tried to talk about it, but Warren was adamant: he wouldn't be happy
if she had lovers - people would eventually find out, he'd said - and she
was just as insistent that she didn't WANT another husband; she loved
Warren will all her heart, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with
him, no matter what.

Laurie finished the letter and just sat there, thinking about the
troubles that the three of them had when Natalie came into the kitchen to
ask about supper. Not wanting take-out - they'd had too much of that, of
late - and not wanting to fuss with anything more complicated, she
suggested they have a cookout in the back yard. Natalie thought that
sounded great, and went to tell her sister; when she was gone, Laurie had
the thought that it would also give her a chance to properly thank Tojo for
what he'd done for her that afternoon - a couple of small burgers would
please him tremendously. She still felt a little guilty for letting him
lick her to an orgasm like that - but that didn't get in the way of wanting
to thank him for the results.

She went outside and dumped some charcoal into the grill, added a splash
of fluid, and lit it. She watched for a few moments, and decided when the
coal would be ready. Back inside the house, she got out the buns for the
burgers and toasted them after adding a bit of garlic salt, then added some
crumbled bacon to the hamburger meat before separating it out and forming
it into patties. From there, it didn't take long for her to get the rest
of the meal ready - toppings for the burgers, chips, condiments, and so on.

As if on cue, Melissa and Natalie showed up in the kitchen and helped
carry everything outside, where Laurie saw that the coals were almost
perfect. She got the burgers on the grill, and at the first sizzle, Tojo
came out to join them, finding a place to sit near the grill. That was
perfectly normal for him, but it was still amusing, particularly to Melissa
and Natalie, to see his single-minded concentration on the cooking food.

While the girls got their patio table ready for supper, Laurie
discretely broke up one of the burgers, and fed the pieces to Tojo - who
gratefully accepted them. When the table was ready, Natalie went inside
and prepared drinks for all of them - iced tea by unanimous vote.

When the burgers were done, Laurie moved them to a small hand towel to
soak up the surplus grease before moving them to a plate and taking them
over to the table where the girls were waiting - guarded and accompanied by
an attentive Tojo.

Each of them built her sandwich to taste, leaving one patty behind. As
they ate, each of them would break off a small piece of it and toss it to
Tojo, who - unsurprisingly - never failed to catch it.

When the meal was over, Natalie took the dishes inside while Melissa
cleaned up the leftovers through the simple method of feeding them - all
but the onions, which she knew were bad for dogs and cats - to Tojo. That
left Laurie free to sit back and enjoy the cool early evening weather.
When the girls were done, both of them came back outside, and soon got into
a game of 'keep away' with Tojo, tossing his favorite toy - a full-size
football that he carried in his mouth so that it looked like he was smoking
an uncommonly round cigar - back and forth. Laurie never failed to be
amazed at how gentle and friendly the dog was with them, when she knew how
fiercely protective he could be. A few years before, a burglar had gotten
into their house while they were away for the weekend. When they got home
Sunday afternoon, they found him huddled in a corner, shaking in fear as
Tojo sat a few feet away, watching him. The burglar had literally pleaded
with them to call the police, so that he could get away from the dog. They
did, and as they waited, they learned that the burglar had made his entry
late the previous Friday, only to be cornered almost immediately by Tojo.
Any time he'd tried to move from where Tojo had found him, the dog would
growl - "sounded like it was coming all the way from his tail!" the crook
had declared - and rise to his feet. The guy had seen Tojo lay down and
sleep every so often, but every time he'd even changed position, Tojo had
come awake and growled at him again.

When the police had arrived, Ken had told Tojo to sit in a different
place; the dog had obeyed without question, waiting patiently as the police
took custody of the crook. The cops had watched him closely, but all he'd
done had been sit there, his tongue hanging out, apparently as friendly as
could be. The burglar had confessed to his crime to the cops - as though
it had been necessary - three times: once in the house, again on the way to
the station, and the third time in court; apparently, his experience with
the dog had helped him see the error of his ways.

In any event, Tojo finally managed to get his ball back, and had his own
fun keeping the girls from getting it back. Their play ended with the two
of them rolling him onto his back for a session of tummy-rubbing and
-scratching.

When the girls went back inside, Tojo came over and rested his head on
Laurie's leg, and she absent-mindedly rubbed his ears and petted him as she
thought about what she'd heard from Charlene and Tanya.

It finally sank in that she could feel a tickling sensation on her leg.
When she looked, she saw that Tojo was in doggy heaven under her touch, and
drooling profusely - it was his dog slobber that had finally pooled enough
to start running down her leg. She couldn't help laughing at the sight of
him - her big, fierce protector - off in never-never land, slobbering all
over her leg. At the sound of her voice, Tojo came back from wherever his
mind had been, and stood up. She leaned over to give him a good
chest-scratching, and didn't object when he licked her face in thanks.

She went back inside, and found the girls curled up in their favorite
chairs, studying for school the next day. Each had her own desk and
bookshelves, but they liked studying in the living room, for some reason.
"Well, at least they do their homework in their rooms", she thought to
herself.

She picked up the book she'd started - some trashy romance novel - and
started reading as the girls studied. She knew that she could turn the
stereo or tv on and it wouldn't both them in the slightest, but the quiet
in the house was actually rather nice.

The next couple of hours passed quietly; every so often, one of them
would get up for a bathroom break, or to freshen up their drink, but no
words were exchanged. Laurie had finished a chapter in her book when she
noticed the time: it was a little past the bedtime the girls had while
school was in session. She pointed that out to them, and both got up and
headed for their rooms without argument - pausing only long enough to give
her a kiss on the cheek along the way. Laurie turned on the tv to catch
the news and weather, and when they were done, shut it off and headed back
to her own bed. Tojo found his place at the entrance to the hallway to the
girl's rooms - a spot that seemed to meet his need to protect them, while
still being available to come to Laurie's aid, if required. As she passed
him, she told him "Good night, Tojo"; he lifted his head and wagged his
tail a few times in reply.

-----

Laurie woke up with a start, her heart pounding slightly in her chest.
She listened for a few moments, but couldn't hear anything that might have
wakened her. A look at the clock on her nightstand told her that it was
only 1:12 in the morning. She laid there for a few minutes, listening
again to see if anything was going on in the house, but no sound reached
her ears. She suddenly realized that if anything HAD been going on, Tojo
would have let ALL of them know about it with his barking. She threw the
bedcovers back, and then stood up before grabbing her robe to cover her
nakedness - she and Ken had slept nude their entire married life, and it
was a habit that she simply had no interest in breaking now that he was
gone.

The sash tied snugly around her waist, she opened her door and padded
her way down the short hall that led to the living room; almost everything
else in the house branched off from there. When she got there, she was
surprised to see that Tojo had apparently found himself a different spot -
he was absent from where he'd been when she went to bed. She started that
way, and was almost at the entrance when she saw him again - he was sitting
outside Natalie's room, awake and alert, but not alerted. As she got
closer to him, he turned his head to look at her and licked his chops, but
didn't do anything more. As a puppy, he'd pushed his way through enough
unlatched doors that they'd had to undertake a special project: teaching
him NOT to go through doors that weren't already open enough for him to fit
through. After being scolded enough times, he'd ultimately learned. His
entrance into Laurie's room earlier had simply been the result of her
failing to close her door at all.

When she was close enough, she could see that the door to Natalie's room
wasn't fully closed; she started to reach for the handle when she heard
Natalie's voice saying "I don't know about this…"

She hesitated, and heard Melissa's voice answer "It's okay, Nat. Didn't
it feel good when I did it to you?"

"Sure it did! You know that!"

"Then why don't you want to do it to me?"

"It just seems kinda… I don't know… weird."

"But if I did it to you and it was okay, then why would it be weird if
you do it to me?"

"I don't know - it just is."

There was a brief pause before Laurie heard Melissa ask "Okay, would it
be better if we did it together?"

"Yeah, I guess…"

"Let's do that, then. Come on, Nat - I helped you have an orgasm, don't
you think it's fair you help ME have one, too?"

That question was enough to make Laurie realize what must have woken her
up - the undoubtedly faint cries as Natalie climaxed; apparently with
Melissa's help and encouragement.

She moved a little closer to the door, and using a decorative mirror
Natalie had hanging on the wall, got a look into the room - where she saw
the two of them sitting side-by-side on Natalie's bed, naked. She hadn't
seen either of them in anything less than a bikini in a number of years; it
took her breath away to look at them now…

From doing laundry, Laurie knew that Melissa was wearing 32-B bras - but
it was a considerable difference between knowing it in her mind, and seeing
the bust those bras were designed to fit. Melissa's nipples and areolas
were small and dark, like her own - and the breasts they capped were
noticeably younger and firmer. Melissa's young body was smooth, and firm
from the various athletics that she enjoyed; her skin clear, and
blemish-free. Between her parted thighs, Laurie could see that Melissa's
pubic thatch was as dark as what was on her head; but not yet thick or
large enough to fully cover her young mound - and parting it were the thin
lips of her vagina, slightly separated, the area between them dark pink and
glistening.

Next to her, Laurie could see Natalie - as pale as Melissa was dark.
Laurie could easily imagine what Ken's sister must have looked like at that
age…

Gathering her wits again, Laurie looked at her youngest daughter more
closely. Again, the 30-A bras she washed didn't begin to prepare her for
the sight of the daughter that wore them - each breast was the size of half
an orange, capped with a dark pink areola and erect nipple. That sight
only confirmed what Laurie had thought - it must have been the noises of
Natalie's release that woke her up. Looking again, Laurie was oddly
pleased to see that Natalie's slender body was indeed developing the soft
curves that would be her heritage as a woman. Further down, Laurie saw
that her daughter was indeed a 'natural blonde' - the small tuft of pubic
hair she had was an incredibly pale blonde, and had only grown enough to
cover perhaps half her mons. Even that, though, was enough to make the
sight of her naked body incredibly erotic. As with Melissa, Natalie's legs
had parted enough to reveal her inner lips; they were dark and thick, the
area between clearly wet, obviously from the orgasm she'd had with her
sister's help.

It was what that help had been that kept Laurie at the door, watching
them. Had Melissa simply talked her younger sister through the process of
masturbating herself to orgasm? Or, as Laurie suspected, had the help been
more direct - as in Melissa being the one to bring Natalie to climax? The
third possibility - one that concerned Laurie, but didn't particularly
worry her - was that Melissa's help had been even more personal; personal
to the point of using not just her hand, but her mouth and tongue to bring
Natalie off.

As Laurie watched, each of the girls snaked a hand between the other's
thighs and began using her fingers to caress her sister's mound. Over the
next couple of minutes, those hands became more insistent as each of the
girls began tracing the folds of her sister's pussy, even to the point of
letting a finger dip briefly inward. "Okay", Laurie thought to herself,
"It's just touching so far. I'll sit down with them in the next couple of
days and we'll have a little talk. I'm not going to mess them up like my
folks did with me; I'm just going to let them know that too much of
anything isn't good." She'd long before had The Talk with them, and knew
that both girls knew the general mechanics behind how babies were made.
Both had long since started having periods.

Both of them were breathing heavily, and Laurie could easily see that
both sets of breasts proudly sported erect nipples. As she watched, Laurie
couldn't help remembering her own girl-girl experiments, and felt herself
getting aroused all over again.

She was about to turn away from the door and go back to bed when she
heard something that chilled her: Melissa's voice, saying "You don't have
to be so careful, Nat - you can put your finger as far inside me as you
want to."

Laurie turned back to look into the room, and saw that Melissa had
apparently been speaking the truth: from the way Natalie was able to slide
a finger into her sister, Laurie didn't doubt for a moment that Melissa's
hymen was gone. Melissa? Fucking? So soon? She was only fifteen, for
Goodness' sake! But the apparent truth of it was right there in front of
her: Natalie was industriously sliding not one, but TWO fingers in and out
of her older sister's wet channel.

Stunned, Laurie turned away again, and quietly made her way back to her
room. Once in bed again, she lay there thinking about what she'd just
heard and witnessed; her own arousal, and the wetness between her thighs,
forgotten.

-----

Over the next couple of days, Laurie thought long and hard - she was far
less troubled by what she'd seen, than by what she'd heard. Melissa, not a
virgin any more… Sure, it had to happen, sooner or later - but at fifteen?
And to be so matter-of-fact about it….

It was Friday night, and Laurie was home alone. Melissa and Natalie had
both gone off with friends to a local place that had a small amusement
arcade, dining area, and a few other amenities suitable for young people.
Laurie had stopped by the place a few times when the girls had been there -
not that she didn't trust them, but more that she just wanted to be sure.
She'd played it cool, and hadn't waved or done anything to indicate that
she'd either seen them, or that she was their mother - she could remember
how often her own parents had embarrassed her with her friends at that age.
In return, they didn't complain about it; she didn't know that both of them
were actually secretly pleased that she cared enough about them to want to
make sure the places they went to were okay.

Both girls had a later curfew because of the weekend; because of the
closeness of their ages, Natalie's 10:30 was only a half hour earlier than
Melissa's.

Laurie was sitting in the living room when Natalie got home a few
minutes before the deadline. She started toward her room, and Laurie said
"After you change, could you come out here? I think we all need to have a
talk when Melissa gets home."

Surprised, but unconcerned, Natalie nodded her understanding. A few
minutes later, she came out, wearing the oversized football jersey she
favored for wearing to bed. The two of them sat in the living room,
watching one of the late-night comedians until Melissa got home twenty
minutes later. Laurie asked her, too, to come out so they could have a
talk after she changed clothes. Melissa voiced her agreement, and came out
wearing panties and one of her father's old tee-shirts.

With both of them seated and watching her, Laurie turned off the tv and
sat there a few moments to collect her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she
finally told them "Both of you remember the talk we had when you were
younger - about how babies are made, and all that."

Both girls nodded, and Laurie went on "When we talked, I explained to
you how it was for me when I was that age - how scared and ashamed I was
the first time I had a period, and how Gramma told me that that was the
'burden' I had for being a girl; how it would happen every month until I
got too old. Poppa couldn't even talk to me about it, he was so
embarrassed. It wasn't until I got to middle school and we had the health
classes that I learned what was really happening to me. That was why I
talked to each of you before you had your first period, so that you
wouldn't feel as scared as I did. And that's why Daddy and I took all of
us out to dinner when it happened the first time for you - so you'd know
that it wasn't something to be ashamed of, either."

Again, both girls nodded, and Laurie told them "Well, I think it's time
that I talked to you about something else, too. When I was growing up, it
was considered a really bad thing for one girl to kiss or touch another
girl - at least, not to do it in any way that she couldn't do in public.
And it was thought that a 'good' girl didn't have 'feelings' - I mean,
sexual feelings. And even if she did, she SURE didn't do anything about
them - either with anyone else, or by herself."

Melissa and Natalie were both watching her closely, and Laurie continued
"So when I was growing up, I had a lot of different things happening to my
body that I really didn't understand - and worse, I had a lot of thoughts
and feelings that I was ashamed of. But as I got a little older, I got the
chance to learn some things - that the things that were happening to my
body were perfectly normal, and that the feelings and thoughts I was having
were normal, too. I was off at camp one summer when one of the older girls helped me finally find out what it was like to make myself feel good -
really good. So good that I had my first orgasm, ever."

Laurie gave the girls a small smile and said "I didn't stop with just
one. By the time I got home, I must have had dozens of them - and each one
was a little better than the last. And after I got home, I kept doing it.
Then, one night, my best friend Michelle was sleeping over with me. We
were talking, and of course we got to the subject of sex. The next thing I
knew, I was showing her what I'd only just learned - and she was finding
out for herself just how good it felt. It wasn't long after that that we
got the idea of finding out if it felt as good if we did it to each other.
It did; maybe even better. Once we found that out, we just kept
experimenting with each other, trying to find out what we liked and didn't
like, what felt good and what didn't. I honestly don't remember whose idea
it was, but we finally even went so far as to try using our mouths on each
other - and that was the best, yet."

Both girls were looking at her in absolute amazement, and Laurie just
kept on.

"After we discovered how much pleasure we could give each other, the
next step was to try and figure out what it might be like with a guy - and
our touches went from being strictly on the outside, to going inside a
little bit, too. I think you know what I mean."

Without realizing they were doing it, Melissa and Natalie both nodded
that they did. Laurie saw it, but didn't say anything about it, telling
them instead "Neither one of us lost our interest in guys - we still talked
and drooled about the cute ones, and put down the bad ones. By the time we
were able to start going out on single dates, the time we were spending
together only made it easier for us to resist doing anything with the boys we went out with - we knew that we could feel good with each other,
instead. But of course, it finally happened, and one night, she let a boy have sex with her. I guess I loved her, because I simply couldn't get over
the idea that she'd let a boy put his penis inside her, and squirt his
stuff there - the same place that I'd used my mouth and hand and fingers. I
didn't want to do anything like that with her for a while - in fact, by the
time I got over it, we'd grown too far apart, and our friendship ended. It
was a couple of years later that I finally lost my own cherry, and
discovered what I'd been missing out on. Yeah, I still liked having fun
with girls - but guys were SO much better!"

Natalie and Melissa were both attentive as Laurie went on "When I got to
college, I had plenty of chances to have fun with other girls. Even after
Daddy and I met, I still spent time with some of the girls in the dorm - at
least, until Daddy and I got married; since then, it's been - was - just me
and him."

The girls just sat there quietly for a couple of minutes before Melissa
asked "Why are you telling us all this, Mom?"

Gathering her courage, Laurie stood up and took off the light cotton
nightshirt she'd been wearing, revealing that she had nothing on underneath
it before sitting down again to tell them "I told you about all that - and
I'm showing you what I look like - so that you know that you don't have to
be afraid or ashamed of what's happening with your bodies. I want you to
know that the things that are happening to you, and the thought and
feelings you're having, are the same ones I had at your age. I want you to
know that I'm here for you whenever you have a question, or you're not sure
about something. Whether it's a feeling or though, or something that
happens to you, I want you to know that I love you, and I'm not going to be
mad or upset or anything if you want to come to me about it. You're my
daughters, and I love both of you more than anything else in the world -
and I always will, no matter what."

Laurie sat there, outwardly calm - but terribly afraid inside - as her
daughters looked at her; not just at her face, but her entire body.

When they were done, she cleared her throat, and both girls moved their
eyes to her face - blushing slightly with the realization that she knew
they'd been looking at her, and WHERE they'd been looking.

Laurie just smiled, and said "It's okay - really. I took my clothes off
so you COULD look, and see that even though I'm your mom, I'm really not
that much different than you; just older."

Both girls smiled at that, and Laurie continued "I told you about what
it was like for me when I was growing up so you'd know that you don't have
to be ashamed or embarrassed to want to learn about your body - and even
make yourself feel good. And that it's perfectly normal for you to wonder
what it's like to feel good with someone else, like another girl. I hope
that you'll wait before you start having sex with boys, but that's
something YOU have to decide - and if you do start having sex with boys, I
want you to know that I'll still love you. If you want to come to me to
talk about it, I'll be more than happy to listen, and if you're interested,
I can tell you what I think - or not." - the last earning her small laughs
from the girls before she added "The most important thing to me is that
you're safe. After that, I want you to be happy and secure, and know that
I love you, and always will."

Laurie sat there, watching the girls as they thought over everything
that she'd said to them. After a while, she told them "I think that's
probably enough for tonight, it's time for all of us to be going to bed",
before standing up.

Both of them stood, too; Natalie came over to give her a hug and kiss
before turning to head for her bedroom. Melissa hung back a little bit,
and when Natalie was out of sight, asked "Uh, can we talk a minute, Mom?"

"If you want to, honey."

Laurie moved to sit down again, and Melissa did the same. When both of
them were seated, Melissa said "There's, uh, something I think I need to
tell you."

Laurie felt as though her heart skipped a couple of beats, but she
managed to calmly ask "What's that?"

"I, uh, I'm.. I'm not a virgin, any more."

"Was it anybody I know?" Laurie asked, afraid of either answer.

"Oh, no, it wasn't like that!" Melissa exclaimed.

"What happened, then?"

"I was, uh, kind of um, experimenting one night, right after we had to
move here. I'd had a finger inside before, and it felt pretty good, so I
was kind of wondering, you know, what it would feel like, so I was using
the handle of my hairbrush to kind of get an idea of what a guy might be
like. I was sitting up against my headboard, pushing myself back with my
legs while I was moving the brush around when my foot slipped. I slid down
a little bit, but my hand kind of caught in the sheets, and I felt
something inside me tear. The next thing I knew, I was bleeding inside. I
was really scared, and went into the bathroom, but there wasn't anything I
could really do except take a shower and try to wash myself out. By the
time I was done, the bleeding had pretty much stopped, and that was when I
realized that I must have broken my hymen. The next morning, I was sore
inside, but it really didn't hurt or anything. The morning after that, it
was a little better. A couple more days, and I couldn't even tell it
happened - except that I knew it did."

Laurie nodded, not letting her relief show as Melissa told her "Anyway,
after that, I started touching myself again - masturbating - and when I
finally got brave enough to put a finger inside, I found out that I could
put it all the way in - and it felt pretty good. Since then, I've been
doing myself like that a lot."

With a nervous glance at Laurie, Melissa added "I, uh, kinda showed
Natalie how to masturbate, too. And we've been touching each other."

Laurie told her "I'm sorry you hurt yourself like that by accident, and
that you didn't think you could come to me for help. But it's done and
over with. As for masturbating, well, everybody does it, whether they
admit it or not. As long as you don't do it so much that you hurt yourself
or it becomes too important to you, I don't see anything wrong with it. I
guess there's nothing wrong with showing Natalie how to make herself feel
good; it was something she would have learned, anyway. Touching each other
is okay, too - as long as neither one of you is forcing the other one."

"Does… does wanting to touch Natalie and have her touch me mean I'm
lesbian? Even though I still think about guys?" Melissa asked, nervously.

Laurie smiled and answered "No, of course not. You're young, and you
want to find out what feels good for you. And you love Natalie, and want
her to feel good, too. There's nothing wrong with that. Like I said, as
long as you're both doing it because you WANT to, you aren't hurting
anyone. And as long as you're thinking about guys, and what it might feel
like to make love with one, then you're certainly not a lesbian - at worst,
you're simply what they call 'bisexual', which means that you like boys AND
girls. And even if you find out that you don't like to make love with a
guy, and only want to make love with another woman, that's not such a bad
thing. girls can be fun, too!"

Visibly relieved, Melissa grinned, and said "Yeah, I guess so - at
least, Natalie is!"

Laurie laughed, and asked "Was that it? Or was there something else,
too?"

"No, that was all - I just wanted you to know what happened to me, was
all. You're not upset?"

"Not in the slightest", Laurie answered, "except for the pain it caused
you. Sometimes something like that happens, and a girl breaks her hymen
while she's young, like you are. It's not the end of the world, by a long
shot."

Melissa smiled, and stood up, followed by Laurie. They stepped toward
each other, and hugged while Melissa said "Thanks, Mom".

"I'm glad I could help, dear. Now, you'd better get to bed - tomorrow
will be here before you know it."

Melissa gave her mother another quick hug, then turned and headed for
her bedroom. Still naked, Laurie picked up the nightshirt she'd taken off,
and carrying it in her hand, made her way to her own bed. There, she
quickly fell asleep, relieved to learn that her oldest daughter wasn't
involved with boys yet - that she'd broken her maidenhead by accident while
masturbating, of all things. The very idea of it brought a smile to
Laurie's face as she drifted off to sleep.

-----

The next morning, both girls were a trifle subdued at breakfast. Laurie
knew that she'd still have to show them that she was serious about what
she'd said the night before - despite the talk she and Melissa had had
afterwards.

In the following weeks, Laurie contrived to find a number of ways to
oh-so-discretely let them know she meant what she'd said. From letting
them come into her bedroom to find her in varying stages of (un)dress, to
even letting them stay up late with her to watch a movie with a hard 'R'
rating while she wore only her panties - knowing full well that they'd be
able to see her erect nipples, and any dampness at the crotch of her
panties, even if they couldn't smell her arousal. They were tentative and
timid at first, but soon began to take her lessons to heart. Things
improved considerably when school let out - they came home one afternoon to
find her laying out in the back yard, getting a tan. An all-over tan,
since she was completely naked; trusting the high fence to keep out any
prying eyes, and Tojo to keep out any prying neighbors. When the girls saw
her, she let them look for a few moments before 'noticing' them - and
inviting them to join her. Both hesitated a few moments, then after
sharing a look, went inside. They re-appeared a couple of minutes later,
as naked as she was, and quickly spread their beach towels to take places
next to her. Each of them got help from the other two in applying
sunscreen - and all three were quietly thrilled to touch, and be touched
by, the others.

Along the way, she sometimes heard one or the other - or even both - of
them cry out their pleasure. However it was happening, she didn't ask; nor
did she indicate that she was even aware of it.

Too, the girls both became more relaxed about wearing whatever was
comfortable to them. At different times, she saw them wearing anything
from just a bra and panties, to nothing at all. The sight of their young bodies invariably reminded her of her own adventures and experiences, and
several times she had to wait for the opportunity to find her own self
release. The second time Tojo came in to offer his assistance, she argued
with herself about it before giving in; the third time he appeared, she
didn't even hesitate.

Afterwards, she had to admit to herself that the resulting orgasms were
far superior to what she was able to achieve without his attentions. She
didn't feel guilty for what she was letting him do, but she wasn't entirely
comfortable with it, either. It escaped her attention that her level of
discomfort was slowly fading away with each passing day.

-----

It was late summer when Laurie got a letter in the mail from the bank.
Wondering what it could be, she took it into the kitchen to read as she had
a cup of coffee. After tearing the envelope open and getting the letter
out, she started to read - and felt her heart grow cold. The bank was
cutting her and the girls off from all the insurance programs! Medical,
dental, glasses - all of it! Laurie thought to herself "Damn, damn, damn,
DAMN! If they had to go out and buy that kind of coverage, instead of
getting the discounted rates through the bank, it would cost a fortune!
Sure, the income from Ken's stock in the bank was a tidy amount, but it
wasn't anywhere near enough to make up for this kind of expense! Damn
them, anyway!"

Reading the letter again, she began to realize that their reasons were a
bit on the thin side, thinking "Sure, the stock is down a little - but I'm
still managing okay! Fine, they got a new V.P. - but is he really senior
enough to insist on cutting me off like this? They all know how hard Ken
worked! And they promised I could stay on the insurance, dammit!"

But their promise had been made right after Ken's funeral, and nobody
had thought to put it in writing. "So the bottom line is, I'm screwed",
Laurie thought to herself "Great, I didn't even get kissed first. Well, at
least they gave me six months before the cut me off completely."

She was still trying to think of what she was going to do after supper
that night. It was a nice night, and she and the girls were sitting in the
living room watching tv in just their panties when Laurie heard Melissa ask
"Mom? Is something wrong?"

"Why do you ask, honey?"

"Well, you just seem kind of, well, out of it tonight. At supper, I
asked for the salt, and you handed me the sugar. And now you're just
sitting there, all zoned out. I had to talk to you twice before you
answered."

"I'm sorry, dear. I got a letter today, and it wasn't good news. I'm
just trying to figure out what to do about it, is all."

Natalie spoke up then, telling her "Mom, you told us that we could come
to you if we had a problem, and that you'd still love us. Is it okay to
tell you that you can talk to us, too? And that we'll still love YOU?"

The question, and the honest affection in Natalie's tone, warmed
Laurie's heart before she answered "Of course it's okay, honey - and thank
you for reminding me."

Laurie got up from the chair she was sitting and went over to where
Melissa and Natalie were sitting in front of the couch. When they saw that
she wanted to sit between them, they scooted apart to make room for her;
then when she sat down, they moved back to nestle against her sides as she
put an arm around each of them.

"Until now", she told them, "We've had insurance through the bank
because of Daddy's job - even after he died. That insurance helped pay for
stuff like visits to the doctor, going to the dentist, and things like
that. It also helped pay for any medicines we needed - like the pills you
had to take when you got that infection last year, Natalie. Those pills
cost almost five dollars each, but because of the insurance we had, WE only
had to pay about fifty cents of that; the insurance company paid the rest.
Remember when you fell off your bike and broke your arm, Melissa? Well,
the insurance company paid for the visit to the hospital, the doctor, the
cast, and everything else when that happened. The letter I got today was
from the bank, and they told me that they were going to have to stop our
insurance. They could have stopped it after Daddy died, but they were
nice, and said we could still use it. Well, they've got new people working
at the bank, and the bank isn't making as much money as it used to, so they
decided that they couldn't afford to pay for our insurance any more.
They're trying to be nice about it, and they said that they won't actually
stop it for another six months; but after that, we have to take of it
ourselves. The problem is that insurance like that is kind of expensive -
which is one of the reasons the bank doesn't want to pay ours any more.
But because it's expensive, it's something that WE can't pay for, either -
at least, not with the money we get. So that's the reason I'm kind of
distracted tonight: I'm trying to figure out how we can get insurance that
isn't going to cost too much."

From the expressions on their faces, Laurie knew that Natalie and
Melissa both had at least a rudimentary understanding of the problem. So
she wasn't surprised when she felt them shift around a bit so they could
put their arms around her to try and comfort her - much the same way she'd
done to try and comfort THEM when they were younger. The thought started
to bring tears to her eyes, until she felt Melissa, then Natalie, each
hesitantly move a hand up to cover one of her breasts.

Although surprised, she still remembered not to react too quickly to
this new event. Instead, she asked Natalie "What are you doing that for,
honey?"

Natalie looked up at her, sadly, and said "When Melissa or I are feeling
sad, we like to hold each other like this. That's okay, isn't it?"

"Of course it is, dear."

"Then if its okay for us, isn't it okay to hold you like this, too?"

The honesty and simple logic of the question didn't escape Laurie - and
it didn't take her long to decide that it WAS okay.

"Yes, dear, it is", she answered.

With that simple statement, both girls snuggled a bit closer and shifted
position slightly - making Laurie realize that they fully expected that she
would want to hold THEIR breasts, too. After all, she'd told them that it
was okay to touch each other, and that it was okay for them to touch her -
why wouldn't they expect her to touch them, in return?

Putting an arm around each of them, she found that they were situated
almost perfectly for her to cup a breast in each hand. When she did, the
feel of their smooth, firm mammaries caused her nipples to erect slightly -
something she knew the girls HAD to be able to feel. What surprised her,
though, was when she felt the nipple in each of her hands start to harden
in apparent response.

Melissa's breast, of course, filled her hand better than did Natalie's -
but the difference was slight. Both breasts were smooth under her touch,
warm and firm. She felt her own nipples harden a little more - something
that was soon mirrored in their breasts, as well. Then Natalie's hand
shifted slightly as she started tracing the curve of her mother's breast,
testing its weight and firmness, examining it with her fingers. That only
made Laurie's nipples harden still more, and a few moments later, she felt
Melissa begin her own tactile exam of the breast she was holding. With
that, another thought entered Laurie's mind: that the girls had probably
only touched each other - and that both were curious to know what a woman's
breasts felt like, as compared to their own, and each other's.

Looking down at them, she saw that both of them were a trifle nervous,
apparently concerned that she might object to what they were doing. She
smiled at them and said "Its okay, girls. If you want to find out what I
feel like, then go ahead."

Both of them blushed faintly, but continued their examination of her -
and even becoming bold enough to stroke her softly and gently pinch her
nipples. In return, she did much the same to them, and it wasn't long
before there were three sets of hard, fully erect nipples in the room - and
the sound of soft panting as all three found themselves becoming aroused at
what was happening.

Several minutes passed before Melissa let her hand fall away from
Laurie's breast. Laurie turned to look at her, and Melissa hesitantly
asked "Mom, when we're sad and we cuddle like this, we usually kind of, uh,
kiss and, um, touch each other to feel better." At her voice, Natalie, too,
stopped what she was doing so she could listen.

Laurie thought it over for a moment and asked "Are you asking if it's
okay if you do that with me, too?"

Natalie spoke up, saying "Uh, well, if it's okay, and you don't mind…"

Laurie turned to tell her "No, I don't mind at all - in fact, I think
I'd like that", with a smile.

Both girls got pleased expressions on their faces, and Melissa told her
"We're usually laying down when we cuddle."

Laurie nodded her understanding, and let the girls guide her over and
down so that she way lying on the floor in front of the couch, a small
cushion for a pillow. Both of them quickly moved closer, and lowered their
heads to hers. Looking up at them, she could see that they were still a
bit nervous, and she smiled in reassurance. Both smiled back before
Natalie lowered her head to give her mother a kiss on the lips - soft, and
chaste. She was followed by Melissa, who did the same. As they were
looking down at her, Laurie felt their hands return to her breasts again,
and softly sighed at their gentle, loving touch.

Natalie lowered her head for another kiss; it was still soft and chaste,
but lasted a bit longer than the first. Melissa then did the same before
it was Natalie's turn again. Over the next couple of minutes, Laurie
kissed each of her daughters several times, and each kiss lasted a bit
longer than the previous one. Before long, she was kissing one or the
other of them almost continuously as she felt their hands softly caressing
her breasts. At one point, Melissa told her "Mom? It's okay if you want
to touch us, too…" followed by a nod of agreement from Natalie. Realizing
that she'd had her hands resting on her stomach, Laurie didn't hesitate to
accept their offer, taking one of their breasts in each of her hands,
feeling their nipples harden again at her touch.

Laurie closed her eyes, the better to savor the soft touch of their
hands on her skin; she didn't see the look the two girls shared.

A few minutes later, Laurie was almost in a trance when she felt
Melissa's body move - and a few moments later, the feeling of a pair of
soft lips on her nipple. A bit later, another pair of lips fastened
themselves to the other. Knowing that it was her own two daughters at her
breasts warmed Laurie's heart, and gently kindled her desire.

With the girls now using their lips and mouths and tongues on her
breast, their hands had moved farther 'south'; Laurie could feel their
touch wandering over her legs and sides and belly.

Again, the touch on her body was soothing, and Laurie went even farther
into her 'trance', and so didn't notice as first Melissa, then Natalie,
paused to discretely slip their panties off.

The sensation of their hands on her body was pleasant and relaxing, so
it took Laurie a moment to realize, some minutes later, that one of the
hands was starting to slip under the waistband of her panties. A few
moments contemplation and she decided that it must be Melissa - it felt
like a left hand, and Melissa was on that side of her body.

When she finally felt fingertips brushing the edge of her pubic hair,
Laurie decided that Melissa probably wouldn't mind if she did the same in
return. Letting her hand slip free of Melissa's breast, Laurie slid it
along her daughter's body - only to be surprised when she got as far as
Melissa's upturned ass without finding any panties. She opened her eyes
briefly to verify what her touch had told her, and saw that it was true -
and further, that Natalie had discarded HER panties, as well. Closing her
eyes again, Laurie though "The little imps! It's almost like they're
trying to seduce me! - and a moment later, thinking "Melissa DID say 'and
touch each other' - I wonder if they… No, surely they wouldn't!"

But they would, as she discovered. A second hand -it could only be
Natalie's - joined the first, and a couple of minutes later, she felt
tugging on the waistband of her panties. Realizing that it was too late to
call things off at that late stage, more than a little curious to see just
how far the girls were willing to go, and eager to find out the latter,
Laurie lifted her ass off the floor a bit; the hands deftly slid her
panties off her hips, down her legs, and from around her ankles. The
though "That wasn't the first time they've done something like that!" came
into her mind, and the implications of it fanned her desire a little more.

Even in her mid-thirties, Laurie knew that she was in a lot better
condition than most women, and that she looked several years younger than
she really was - she'd seen young men in their twenties turning to look her
over they didn't think she could see. So she knew that the attention
Natalie and Melissa were giving her was entirely motivated by a desire to
sympathize with and comfort her; that some of it - how much she wasn't
sure, but was starting to suspect she'd find out - was simply desire.

The idea that her own daughters might want to make love with her was
something that Laurie hadn't considered before - it simply hadn't entered
her mind that they might think of her that way. But now, with them
touching her the way they were, she had to admit the possibility. The idea
of it both fascinated and troubled her. It was fascinating to think that
she was still attractive enough to be appealing to someone their ages, and
the idea of re-experiencing some of the pleasures she'd had with other
women with THEM gave her a mild thrill. But that they were HER DAUGHTERS,
her own flesh-and-blood, was troubling. As they continued to explore her
body with their hands - both seemed fascinated by her thick mat of pubic
hair - she argued the matter with her memory of Ken. After being married for so long, and as close as they'd been, she could easily imagine him
talking about it with her.

The girls were so much younger than she was - was she 'taking advantage'
of them? After a moment's though, she decided that she wasn't: she'd told
them it was okay to touch themselves and each other; THEY had been the ones
to touch her, first. Yes, she'd approved of it - but only after the fact.

She'd heard about incest - was this it? She'd always thought of it as a
man doing things to his daughters; but realized that it could also mean any
other combination of parent and child. Yes, she was almost certainly
having sexual contact with her child - well, children - but neither side
was forcing the other. If anything, the contact was coming about out of
what would normally be considered all the 'right' reasons: love, the desire
to comfort and reassure, and all that. SHE wasn't trying to seduce them;
in fact, just the opposite seemed to be the case. Was it still incest when
it was the child seeking out the parent - and that child was old enough to
have no small understanding of the nature of their actions?

The laws and customs about parents having sex with their children
probably made a lot of sense, back when men were the absolute masters of
their homes, and people were ignorant about sex and sexuality and all that.
But now? Sure, if a parent did anything to push or coerce the child - if
the child felt any reluctance about it at all - then the parent should be
punished, and harshly. But if the child was old enough to have some
understanding of what was involved? If the actions between them were at
the behest of the child? What then?

Laurie finally decided to accept what she and the girls were doing.
Both of them had gotten The Talk from her, and both had gone through sex
education classes in school. They were certainly mature enough - once past
their 'terrible twos', neither she nor Ken had had to give either one of
them so much as a swat on the backside to enforce an instruction or punish
an infraction. Talking to them, she knew that both understood why they'd
had to move, and accepted it, even though neither liked it - it was
necessary, and that was all there was to it; neither wasted time fussing
about something that simply HAD to be done. She wasn't trying to do
anything to them; it was they who were trying to seduce HER.

"The bottom line", Laurie argued to her memory of Ken "is that they're
not ignorant about sex, like I was. They're mature enough to know what
they're doing, and why. I told them it was okay to please themselves, and
even each other; and now they've decided to include me, too - and it was
THEIR idea, not mine. I'm not forcing them, and they're not forcing me -
it's by mutual consent. Both have already expressed considerable interest
in guys, even after being with each other, so anything that happens between
us isn't likely to 'bias' them one way or the other. I'm their mother, and
the nature of that relationship will HAVE to change, if I let this happen -
but they're both grown up enough that I don't think it will change too
much, or in the wrong direction. Yes, there are some bad things that could
come about - but there are good things that could happen, too, and I think
the good stuff is more likely."

Laurie's memory of Ken didn't argue with her - in her mind, she was sure
that he would understand what she was saying, and agree, even if
reluctantly.

With the matter settled in her mind, Laurie realized that Melissa and
Natalie were both softly stroking the inside of her thighs by that time,
and letting their hands briefly contact her mons.

Her mind settled, and with a clear conscience and untroubled heart,
Laurie spread her legs slightly, letting them know that further contact was
acceptable - and emphasizing the fact by letting her hands move between
THEIR thighs.

As her hands grazed their mounds, Laurie heard Natalie and Melissa both
gasp slightly at the contact. They responded by moving their hands along
the inside of Laurie's thighs, softly stroking their way toward her mons.
Once there, they didn't hesitate to begin a slow, careful tactile
examination of her cleft, including her rapidly extending labia and the
area between them. With their heads still at her breasts, Laurie moved her
fingers slightly, discovering the velvety softness of the hairless areas of
their young mounds; then moved on to the silky feel of their pubic
thatches.

Both girls responded by spreading their legs to give her even more
access; Laurie reciprocated by lifting her knees and letting them fall
apart, opening herself completely to her daughter's touch.

Her eyes still closed, Laurie could smell, as well as feel, her own
increasing arousal - and along with her own scent, she detected two more,
young and fresh. She knew that what the three of them were doing was
having an impact on Natalie and Melissa, too - and it pleased her.

She wasn't much surprised when she finally felt their lips leave her
breasts, and blaze a trail down her body: she'd told them that she,
herself, had used her mouth on another woman; it wasn't unreasonable to
think that they would try it, too - and in all likelihood, discover how
pleasurable it could be.

As their mouths got closer to her sex, their bodies turned, bringing
their hindquarters within even easier reach. Laurie took advantage of the
change by opening her eyes to look at the areas between their thighs - and
marveled at the smoothness of their skin and the contrast between the two
sets of vaginal lips. Both girls were obviously aroused, their labia
extended and parted, the area between shiny with their oils. Each girl's
clitoral hood was visible at the top of her cleft, the nubbin it covered
slightly exposed.

Laurie looked again at the exposed and parted vaginal lips each girl was
revealing. As she'd seen in the mirror, Melissa's were much like her own:
relatively thin, but somewhat long, her arousal turning them a dark pink.
On the other side of her, Natalie's labia were thicker, but only of medium
length, and looked darker than her sisters. Both sets looked soft and
smooth, almost delicate; and both girls were clearly aroused, too, judging
by their glistening.

Reaching out, Laurie cupped each girl's mons in her hand; her fingers in
their downy bushes as she used her thumbs to softly stroke each girl's
cleft and gently separate the petals of their sexual flowers. With each
movement of her thumb, Laurie heard Melissa and Natalie's breathing catch
in their throats - both were enjoying having her touch them so intimately.
As their arousal grew, and their vaginal lips separated even more, Laurie
found that she had a fairly clear view of the entrance to each girl's
vagina. Moving her hands slightly, she was able to use her fingers to open
them even more, and quickly saw that Melissa had, indeed, broken her hymen
- but that Natalie's was still intact.

That settled, Laurie's next considered action was to let the girls know
that SHE was ready to feel some pleasure by giving THEM pleasure. Dipping
a finger between Melissa's vaginal lips, Laurie collected enough of her
daughter's oils to lubricate the end of her finger, which she then pressed
against Melissa's entrance. Melissa groaned softly, and pressed herself
back against her mother's hand; in short order, Laurie had nearly half her
middle finger inside her daughter's tight, wet vagina.

With her other hand, Laurie did much the same - except that instead of
poising her finger at the opening to Natalie's vagina, she moved to begin
softly stroking her youngest daughter's clitoris, instead.

Both girls paused in their activities for a few seconds - in both
surprise and pleasure at what Laurie was doing. Then they quickly picked
up where they left off - and went on to perform nearly identical services
for their mother: as Melissa was wetting her finger with Laurie's oils,
Natalie was applying a soft circular motion to Laurie's clitoral hood.
Another couple of seconds, and Laurie could feel Melissa sliding her finger
into her eagerly waiting vagina while Natalie detoured to collect some of
her mother's lubrication to use on Laurie's exposed clitoris.

Several minutes went by like that, Laurie pleasuring the girls as they
did the same for her; but Laurie finally realized that there was simply too
much going on - that it simply wasn't going to work for her to try and
please both of them at the same time. That left her with something of a
quandary: who first? She loved both of them, dearly. Whichever one she
was with first, the other might feel hurt and left out. If she chose
Melissa, Natalie might see it as another case of 'oldest goes first'; if
she went with Natalie, Melissa could well view it as 'youngest gets special
treatment'. What to do?

Looking at them, she realized again that Natalie's fair coloration was
Ken's legacy - and the idea of being with him again, even through her, had
something going for it. But Melissa… Melissa reminded Laurie of herself at
that age - and the thought that it would be like making love to herself had
a certain perverse appeal; enough of one to make her mind up for her.

She eased her finger out of Melissa and slid both hands down to begin
softly stroking the inside of each girl's thigh. After a few moments, they
paused, then lifted and turned their heads to look at her only in curiosity
- neither showed the slightest embarrassment or concern about what the
three of them were doing.

It took Laurie a moment to find her voice before she told them "I'm
sorry, girls, but I just don't think this is going to work."

Natalie and Melissa both looked at her in surprise and concern; she
realized what it must have sounded like to them, and quickly added "No, I
mean that I just don't think that it's going to work with me trying to be
with both of you at the same time like this. What you're doing feels good
- real good! I just can't divide my attention between both of you at the
same time. So what I want to do is just be with one of you, and when we're
done, I'll be with the other one. That way, I can make both of you happy
when it's your turn."

Melissa and Natalie glanced at each other before turning back to look at
Laurie. From the expressions on their faces, she knew that they accepted
what she'd just said - and perhaps even agreed with the reasons for it.
Neither of them looked as aroused and excited as she felt; she suspected
that both of them were feeling a little disappointed and let down.

"For my own reasons - and no, I'm not going to say what they are - I
think I want to go with Melissa first; if that's what you want, honey", the
last directed to her eldest daughter. Melissa looked pleased, and quickly
answered "Of course I do, Mom".

Natalie looked disappointed, and Laurie quickly told her "Don't be
sorry, dear. I think I'll still have plenty to give you when Melissa and I
are done!"

Laurie's words and tone of voice, along with the confidence she
displayed, seemed to convince Natalie that she would be getting as much of
her mother's time and enthusiasm as her sister. Thus reassured, she
carefully moved over a bit to make room for whatever Laurie had in mind for
Melissa.

Melissa realized what it was when Laurie gently tapped the inside of her
thigh until she raised her leg - and from there, went on to understand what
her mother was planning to do. The knowledge left her feeling nervous and
excited - nervous that she wouldn't be able to please her mother, and
excited that it was her mother that she was trying to please.

Either way, she soon found herself straddling her mother's head; knowing
that her mother could see everything between her legs - just as she could
see between her mothers. The thought was exciting to her, and she felt
herself getting even wetter - and knew that her mother would be able to SEE
that she was getting wetter, which excited her even more.

Underneath her, Laurie saw the sudden increase in Melissa's arousal. It
took her a moment to understand that Melissa was as excited about BEING in
that position as she was to have her there. That thought aroused Laurie -
which was something that Melissa could see, in turn.

With Melissa having lost her cherry, Laurie decided to start things off
on somewhat familiar territory for her by again wetting a finger and
sliding it into Melissa's now-drooling vagina. After a few seconds,
Melissa returned the favor, and the two of them spent a couple of
stimulating minutes watching the other's labia and vaginal opening as they
slowly finger-fucked each other. Then Laurie raised the stakes a bit by
adding a second finger, which Melissa did, too. Laurie realized just how
young and inexperienced Melissa was as she slid her fingers in and out of
Melissa's surprisingly tight and wet channel.

After a little bit, Melissa seemed to realize that the fingers she was
using weren't filling her mother nearly as much, and opted to add a third -
and heard her mother's soft moan of pleasure when she did. They spent the
next few minutes slowly frigging each other, both of them getting more and
more aroused.

Laurie could see as her daughter got wetter and wetter, and the sight
and smell of it excited her. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer;
pulling her fingers free of Melissa's tight opening, Laurie lifted her head
and let her tongue trace a path between the petals of her daughter's virgin
pussy - and delighted in the taste of it. Soft and delicate, the freshness
brought back a flood of memories from her own youth - how Michelle had
tasted that first time, and how she'd found out how SHE tasted when the two
of them had soul-kissed that first time, afterwards.

In only a few seconds, Laurie was eagerly lapping up all of her
daughter's precious nectar she could find; and she was finding a lot of it.

At the first touch of her mother's tongue, Melissa froze, afraid that
her mother would somehow find her unpleasant. But when she not only did it
again, but started doing it so enthusiastically… well, that was all Melissa
needed to prompt her to do the same in return. Lowering her head, she
watched as her mother's vaginal lips clasped at the fingers she slowly
withdrew, realizing for the first time just how closely she and her mother resembled each other, age differences aside.

Up close like that, Melissa could easily discern her mother's unique
smell - while vaguely similar to how she, and even Natalie, smelled, there
was still something about it that made it different, too. She didn't have
any hesitation about extending her tongue and letting it collect some of
the juices she saw at the opening of her mother's vagina. When she did,
her taste buds all but did a happy little dance in her mouth - mom was
delicious! Unlike Natalie's sweet flavor, mom was more musky and spicy;
and her oils were a bit thicker than what Natalie produced. Melissa
quickly went about licking up the ample supply her mother was producing -
then realized that mom got as wet between her legs as she did, herself.
And with that thought, Melissa understood that getting so wet inside wasn't
such a bad thing, after all…

Off on the side, Natalie looked on as her mother and sister went about
using their mouths on each other. She'd watched as they used their hands
first, but was still slightly surprised when her mother lifted her head and
began licking Melissa. Natalie felt a little envious of Melissa, getting
to be first like that - but the arousal and desire she was feeling from
watching them was quickly overwhelming any lesser emotions.

She could smell both of them, of course - she was completely familiar
with Melissa's scent, and knew that the other could only be Mom's. Between
the smell of their excitement, and the sounds as they licked and sucked on
each other, Natalie could feel herself getting more and more excited. That
night that mom had talked to both of them about sex, she'd hid in the
hallway to listen to what Melissa wanted to talk to mom about; she was
amazed to learn that Melissa had broken her cherry while using the handle
of her hairbrush to masturbate! She was also surprised and even just a
little bit hurt when Melissa told mom what the two of them had been doing.
But mom didn't seem to mind, so Natalie supposed that it was okay. Since
then, though, she'd been thinking - a lot! - about starting to use her
finger inside herself, instead of just on the outside. Melissa sure got
excited when she put her fingers inside her, and Natalie was starting to
wonder if it really felt that much better. If it did, she might even think
about doing something to break her cherry herself - except if she did, it
wouldn't be by accident, like Melissa; if she was going to do it, it would
be on purpose, darn it!

Natalie was pulled out of her thoughts by the increasing sounds Melissa
and her mom were making - both of them were moaning almost non-stop; and
they were getting louder, too.

Melissa and Laurie were both doing much the same thing: happily licking
up the other's ample supply of fragrant oils until the readily available
supply was gone, then shifting over to tease and caress the erect clitoris
before them until the supply was refreshed again. Laurie's greater
experience gave her an advantage in their 'contest', but Melissa was
learning quickly - and enjoying the 'lessons' tremendously.

As the time passed, Laurie and Melissa both found themselves getting
closer and closer to their orgasms - and that simple fact served to
increase their pleasure even more. Their mutual pleasuring continued until
they reached their shared goal of bringing each other to orgasm. Melissa
was the first to climax, due entirely to her mother's mature experience -
throwing her head back, Melissa all but screamed as her mother's tongue
rapidly fluttered across her clitoris to push her into the abyss of the
most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced.

Beneath her, Laurie continued her oral assault through the first wave of
Melissa's climax, then eagerly switched over to lick up the heady oils her
daughter was producing in even greater quantities, her spasming