Unknown - All-girl orgy

"Did you hear what she said, Carl?" Duane asked his brother.

I knew this was coming and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think I heard her, Duane, but I don't believe what I heard."

"Me neither. Maybe we didn't hear her right, huh?"

"I don't think we could have. That couldn't be possible. No way, that's just too weird for me to even consider, right, brother?"

"Right, brother. No, that couldn't be true, could it, girl?"

I glanced at him, smiled, winked an eye, and nodded my head.

"It's true, fellas. Take my word for it. I'm her mother."

"Well, holy shit," said one of them. "Now I've seen everything."

I glanced at Carlene and winked an eye at her.

"No, not quite everything yet, boys," I said deviously.

"What do you mean?" said Duane to me with a laugh.

"Yeah, what else could you possibly have planned?" said the other one.

"Oh, I don't know," I said languidly, looking at my adorable and desirable daughter for a long moment. "Why don't you just watch and see…"

"Yeah, well I…" Duane gulped and stared at us.

Carl did more or less the same thing. They both moved to the edge of the bed and sat with their legs pulled up. They watched as the two of us women embraced each other and rubbed our pussies together. The brothers started sighing.

"Wow, you two are some fucking mother and daughter team," Duane said.

"That's for damn sure, Duane," Carl said then.

Once we got started, neither Carlene nor myself wanted to stop.

We opened our legs and twisted our crotches up in such a way that the pink meat of our cunts was rubbing back and forth together.

We pulled each other closer, tighter together. I was wonderful. The heat that was already in our crotches started flaming right up again.

We gasped and kissed and twisted and held on to each other tightly.

Duane moved closer and grinned at us. He slid his hands over the backs of our thighs and up over our two wiggling asses. Mine was wide and plump while Carlene's was small and taut, but I think Duane found them both pleasant to the touch.

"Wow, just look at the two of them, will you? They are something else. I take my hat off to them, if I was wearing one," Duane said.

Carl sighed and laughed and nodded in agreement with his brother.

Then I wasn't paying any attention to them I was only interested in my daughter. That was all that counted just then, I decided, her warmth and deliciousness.

We twisted and clutched at each other, scratching and kissing and rubbing our cunts back and forth together. The heat started to rise.

"Oh Mom," she said. "This is so wonderful, being so close to you like this, it really is… mmmmm, hug me, kiss me, fuck me!"

"Of course, darling, of course," I said. "Anything you want… anything and everything… mmmmm, you feel so nice and warm and soft…"

And she did. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. We started to grab at each other with more seriousness now. There was no stopping us.

The brothers were an awestruck audience for the two of us.

A new lesbian bar opened in town and I decided to check it out.

Naturally it was in a bad neighborhood, we're never allowed to open our bars in the good ones, so I locked my car real good when I parked.

I wasn't really looking for any action. Just a few drinks and maybe some mellow conversation.

I walked into the dimness of the bar, glancing casually around to check out the scene. A long bar with stools was on the right side and at the back were some tables and a jukebox and a small dance floor. Most of the action seemed to be taking place back there.

My eyes wandered over the occupants on the stools, and I finally decided upon the empty one next to a butch-looking blonde who seemed to be all alone.

I sat down on the stool, ordered a shot of whiskey and a beer on tap, then lit up one of my cheroots. That usually gets to those of a "butch" inclination. Kind of out-butching them, if you know what I mean.

"New in here, aren't you?" she said to me with a sideways glance.

"Yeah, just checking it out. Not much of a crowd, is there?"

"It's early yet."

"Yeah." I didn't want to appear too chatty. Shit, I wasn't in there to do any cruising. I didn't feel like sex that night. Call it lethargy, call it boredom, call it whatever the fuck you want – I just was not in the mood. Period!

Anyway, she had no tits. Flat as the proverbial board. I like a good pair of tits, something I can get my mouth over. She had nothing. Absolutely zero!

Shit, if I were that flat, I'd be a butch, too. What other choice have you got? No tits. No cock. What the hell were they good for?

I made sure I blew some of my smoke her way, but she didn't choke and she didn't cringe, which gave her a few points. So many fucking women these days really get a bug up their ass when you smoke next to them. Which is why I spend a lot of time at lunch counters. I really get a charge out of pissing those ladies royally.

"You live around here?" she asked me with a disinterested air. Which was bullshit. If she were really not interested, she wouldn't have asked.

"No, I had to drive over." Which meant points for me. I had wheels, which was often unusual in a lesbian bar.

I drank down my shot of whiskey which the bartender was setting in front of me, then drank down half my glass of beer. Then I belched real loud, and in my neighbor's direction.

No points for her that time, she turned away. And I noticed that she was drinking white wine.

I started to reassess my thinking. A butch would just not he caught dead drinking white wine. That has just got to be the most ladylike drink going. Only housewives and fags drink white wine, everyone knows that.

"Can I buy you a drink?" she asked me.

Oh, shit, the oldest come-on in the world. She simply lacked any discernible style. I should have sat in another stool, she was going to be a real wash-out.

"Sure, I'll catch the next round," I told her, moving my leg a little against hers.

She didn't move away, and she lost a couple of points. Too easy by far!

I offered her a cheroot, and to my surprise she took it, licking off the end before lighting it up and drawing on it deeply.

Then the asshole inhaled it, and all that could be heard for the next five minutes was the sound of her damn near choking to death!

Stupid fool!

I winked at the bartender who was cracking up laughing, then checked out the chick on my other side.

She looked like a tourist. Someone who had been given a guide to all the places of interest in town. And in our town, there weren't that many.

A few gay bars, a few lesbian bars, not too many places were you could see the "weirdoes" in action.

She was eying everyone surreptitiously, but didn't seem to have the guts to talk to anyone.

I decided to freak her out.

"Hey, honey, haven't seen you around here before." I said to her in my sexy drawl.

She turned white and then blushed and then giggled in rapid succession.

"I've never been here before," she whispered.

"Just decide to come out?"

"Oh, I go out a lot, I've just never been to one of these places."

She was too naive to be believed.

"How do you like it?"

"Oh, it's very interesting. And everyone looks so nice."

I find that a little hard to believe. There were at least six dykes in black leather who didn't even look nice to me. And I can get into leather!

"Yeah, you'll find us friendly bunch," I said to her.

My friend on the other side was listening to our exchange with interest. She was also doing better with her cheroot.

"It's so much nicer than a regular bar. You walk into one of those alone and all the men figure you want to be picked up."