Maybe, she thought, if she had stayed in college, she would have met someone. Not necessarily that ‘special’ someone, but at least someone who might have initiated her into the ‘mysteries’ of girl-girl sex. For now that she was actually participating in these forbidden acts, over which the veil had been drawn (at least in her own culture) for so many centuries, she realised that mystery was the one thing that didn’t characterize the lovemaking. It was all so natural and so – how could she put it? – ‘step-by-step.’
And yet, at the same time, so deep, and meaningful, and explosive! It wasn’t that it was better than sex with a man; it was just different. If someone had forced her to choose between them, she would have refused to do so. It was new to her, so yes, of course, it seemed far and away better than anything that she had ever done with Collin – at this moment – but, like everything else, its attractions too must pall. At least, that was what she was telling herself as she used her tongue to prise open the girl’s clam strip.
“God! It’s tight!’ thought Imelda, her arousal growing as she contemplated the delights of the girl’s vagina.
Faced with lips that would continually return to the closed position, as if they were equipped with sensors designed to ward off intruders, Imelda had no option but to use her fingers to gain the access she desired. The pinkness of the love canal took the older woman’s breath away. The tightness of the girl’s pussy meant that no trace of wetness had been discernible up to this point, but how things had now been stood on their head!
Cindy’s juices were flowing freely – make that, brazenly. Not only that, they were flowing directly into her mother-in-law’s mouth. And that mother-in-law was of no mind to let anything go to waste. She started lapping from the girl’s trough. She had found if not the secret of eternal life then at least the secret of how to go to heaven without dying.
Suddenly, her thoughts on the merits of straight versus lesbian sex came back to haunt her. When had she ever felt like this with Collin? She couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Except perhaps – but no, she mustn’t go there. If she had told herself once, she had told herself a thousand times. But how could she avoid thinking about it when she was here on this bed with this girl, his wife?!
That dreadful thought – the thought that she had fought so hard to expunge, to erase for so long – took possession of her. Suddenly, it wasn’t Cindy’s pussy that she was licking (frenziedly now), it was her own. She was preparing herself for him, making everything perfect before he visited her. Because he was the only person who could expunge her dreadful thought, he was the only person who could remove once and for all the stain that threatened to blight her entire existence and send her wretched to her grave. He was the only one capable of bringing her healing and making her whole. Only when she was conjoined with him would she be the person she was meant to be. And, yes, she would make him complete too!
“Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”
Cindy’s words brought Imelda back to the reality of the here and now with a start. She realised she could trip the girl’s fuse any time she wanted, by touching her clitoris or by assaulting her asshole. But Imelda knew there would be plenty of time for all that later (all that ‘experimenting’ she had missed out on as a teenager). For the present, she needed to look no further than her daughter-in-law’s own instructions to get the job done: “Don’t stop!”
So she didn’t, at least, not until the girl had floated away on the kind of trip you could never get with acid, because these were highs from which you never truly came down, which left you, after the experience was over, that little bit more elevated than you had been before.
Cindy had truly been blown away by her experience with Imelda, but not to the extent that she wasn’t keen (“desperate”, more like) to finish what she had started with her in the living room what seemed like ages ago now.
“Allow me,” she said to the older woman when she saw her move to unbutton her skirt.
She badly wanted to undress Imelda. She knew the thrill that it would give her to have another person preparing her for her initiation into Sapphic sex, especially when that other person was the wife of the son that she lusted after with a passion that she was scarcely able to control. Then she knew the thrill that it would give herself, even if she also knew that she must forever remain number two in her husband’s affections behind this woman.
It was a situation which she felt she could deal with. Making herself as near as dammit indispensable to her mother-in-law in ways that her son never could was one way to do it. Seducing her husband was the other way; she didn’t think he would be an especially difficult nut to crack. She knew he would never hit on her, but she had absolutely no doubt at all that when she set out her stall to pluck him he would fall into her basket like a ripe plum.
Imelda lay on the bed clothed only in her white panties. They were so lacy that they did little to hide the dark bush that nestled beneath them. As she pealed the panties off, Cindy wondered whether that bush would be trimmed. To her delight (and also to her surprise) it was. Her outer lips were dark with flaps that looked like miniature elephant ears. Cindy was also able to catch a glimpse of her asshole, which matched her lips color-wise.
Imelda was in remarkably good shape for a woman of her age. Cindy decided to make love to her systematically, working down from top to bottom – literally! When Cindy brought her lips to Imelda’s, the older woman kissed her back with feeling, letting Cindy taste herself on her tongue. Cindy made her way from her mother-in-law’s ears to her neck and then her throat, rejoicing in the response she was getting from her.
Ploughing a furrow down her chest, she kissed the deep cleft which separated her splendid breasts, then reacquainted herself with the boobs and the seemingly ever-distended nipples. As much as Imelda was enjoying the attention, Cindy knew that she was hungry to feel her daughter-in-law’s soft tongue on her pussy.
Making a courtesy call at Imelda’s innie, Cindy continued her journey southwards until she reached her destination. Using a hand to bring the flaps together, Cindy licked up and down the resulting structure – so different than anything she had ever encountered before when making love to a woman. Imelda voiced her approval of Cindy’s approach, even if it was a mere preliminary to the main event.
When Cindy released the flaps and got busy with her fingers to reveal the inner labia, Imelda arched her back and offered everything she possessed to her. When Cindy’s tongue touched the more conventionally appointed inner lips, she gave vent to a low moan. Resisting the impulse to drive her tongue into the woman’s vagina, Cindy continued to work on her lips, grazing them with her teeth and drawing up the moisture which bedewed her vulva.
She had no need to ask Imelda if she was ready for the next stage, as the older woman made her position clear by grabbing Cindy’s head and doing her best to push it inside her. Plunging her tongue into Imelda’s depths, Cindy found the source of at least some of the moisture that had been refreshing her. Her tunnel was awash with her juices. How easily Josh’s eight-inch monstrosity would have been able to penetrate her if he had been in the room with Cindy now!
Cindy shuddered at the implications of such a discovery: no physical barrier prevented mother and son from acting out their very own Oedipal complex. The only let or hindrance that could prevent them from coupling was convention or social mores. And Imelda was showing just what she thought about such considerations by letting her daughter-in-law seduce her and fuck her! Not to mention, by fucking her back with interest!
But that was all for another day. Cindy must let the day’s own troubles be sufficient for the day. And her only trouble right now (if it could be called that) was getting her mother-in-law to cum. She knew that Imelda was very near the tripping point, and she knew a way to send her hurtling over the edge. She didn’t care about using short cuts; all she cared about was giving the woman a day that she would always remember.
So, even as she kept up her assault on her slick tunnel, Cindy moved a finger to her mother-in-law’s anus and gently pushed it in up to the first knuckle. She could hear and feel Imelda teetering on the brink – her whole body appeared to be on the point of exploding. She knew it only required a further step to detonate that explosion. Cindy waited a few seconds before taking that step, savouring for one last time the taste of the woman on her tongue. Then, driving the finger in up to the hilt, she finally precipitated the climax both of them were waiting for.
FOUR
Once she had gotten the taste for lesbian sex, there was no holding Imelda back. Sometimes she was able to meet up with Cindy for a couple of hours at weekends, when the men were out. Once, during the Super Bowl, they made love in the living room while the men were in the den watching the television. Aware of how much the danger of being caught turned her on, Imelda decided one Friday night when Collin was out of town to check out the local club scene.
She knew she could have asked Cindy, who would be much more in the know about such things, but this was something she wanted to do on her own. Plus, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted her daughter-in-law to know that she was on the prowl, as it were. Add to the mix the fact that she was convinced the girl had set her stall out to seduce her husband and it was really no surprise that she did a little online research of her own before setting out in the cab she had ordered. She had plenty of time to do more homework in the taxi, as she was unwilling to run the risk of bumping into anyone she knew and was travelling to the nearest large city – an hour or so away.
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