I had always wondered what it was like to taste another woman, particularly a much younger woman. I usually slipped into my favorite red lingerie and played with my pussy before bed with this vision in mind. Until recently, I always believed this “want” to be a simple fantasy with little chance of actually indulging in full-blown lesbian MILF sex.
I was recently divorced and finally had gotten up the courage (with many longtime girlfriend’s encouragement) to start dating again. I had known of John through mutual friends and an occasional hello at the country club. He was the exact opposite of my ex, who was a thin-frame Doctor with the softest hands. John’s muscular build was nicely preserved from his college football days.
Anyway, I finally agreed to dinner with John at the club and could almost hear the gossip from all the other bitches that wanted a go with John’s cock. It didn’t take me long to future out that we would probably only be friends, but it was a start. One thing during our conversation is his love for his daughter Leah. I had always wanted children, but my ex-husband was too career-oriented while we were married.
I found out he was living a double life, he had a common-law wife plus a six-year-old boy on the opposite coast. I was floored! As shitty as this sounds, guess who will never have to work again?! š John’s story was nearly as fucked up in that his wife was caught banging some black dude who worked at the prison. Knowing her, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was actually “in” prison, as she was pure white trash. That bitch always thought she was “all that” at the club pool.
John and I enjoyed a fantastic dinner at the club. It was somewhat difficult to return but why not, my membership is paid up for life and the food is amazing. We were almost finished with dessert when Leah entered the dining room after a game of late-night racquetball and a short sauna. Her hair was still slightly wet, and she had the tightest little body every woman dreams of.
I mean, Holy Shit, was she a total hottie! Leah apologized for interrupting our dinner, and I said, don’t be silly sit down. I guess the two bottles of wine and dessert had taken more of the night than originally planned. John asked if she wanted a bite to eat, and I encouraged Leah to say yes. My pussy. . . oops, I mean mind was already racing with nasty lesbian sex thoughts.
Leah ordered a salad and picked at it slowly while badmouthing her mother. You could tell Leah was still extremely bitter about her mother’s behavior and (I found out then) hadn’t spoken to her since the divorce. It became obvious she needs some female companionship. Was it wrong for me to stoke the fires?
I knew I would have to string John along for a few weeks while I made my lesbian sexual desires a reality. It was getting late, and John had an early meeting at the construction firm he owned. I offered to stay with Leah while she finished her dinner and to give her a ride home if needed. John and I said our “goodbyes” with a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug.
It didn’t take me long to gain Leah’s trust; it was practically more than I could handle. Holy Fuck, Leah’s mom Tracey was even a bigger sex slut than could be imagined. I guess Leah had to hear many of her sexual trysts while John was away on business.
She always said it was John and her, but she knew it was all a lie. Leah finally got up enough nerve to talk to her about some female feelings she had been having, and that’s when things got weird. . . really weird! You see, Leah went to Tracey to tell her that she was starting to develop sexual feelings. . . for women!
OK, that’s not so weird nowadays, but when Tracey offered to show her own daughter what lesbian sex was all about, that was pretty fucking weird! I mean, what kind of mom would offer to eat her own daughter’s young pussy?
I then heard about how Tracey would initiate her own daughter into lesbian sex. I mean in vivid detail, from teaching Leah how to tongue kiss properly, feeling up boobs, licking tits, nibbling her first clit, finger fucking, using a dildo properly, eating pussy, fucking with strap-on’s and finally rimming out her tight virgin ass. Honestly, I couldn’t stand much more as my own pussy was starting to drip just hearing about all this nasty taboo mother daughter lesbian sex.
Leah then stopped and apologized for being so graphic in detail with someone she had just met. “It’s really fucking hard, not having anyone, especially a woman, to talk to about sex and stuff,” I assured Leah I was OK with it and that it was completely natural for a young woman of her age to be inquisitive and want to explore her sexuality.
I could tell the waitstaff at the club was getting ready to leave. I guess time flies when you are talking about lesbian sex, so I suggested that we leave and that I give Leah a ride home. The club valet pulled my car around, and then Leah and I headed for her house. . . and I guess (almost forgot about him) John’s too! I reached down to shift my car into drive, and it didn’t take long for Leah to place her hand on top of mine. “Thank you so much for being a good listener,” she nearly cried. “Don’t you worry about a thing, honey. Everything is going to work out for you, maybe even better than you ever dreamed. “I hope so,” Leah responded with a positive vibe.
It didn’t take long to get Leah home safe and sound. I knew this could be the start of something extraordinary, and I’m not talking about my date with John! All that lesbian sex girl talk had my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I knew I better take it slow and not rush anything that might mess up my sexual fantasy, even if it meant going out with John again to see Leah.
I pulled into the driveway of their impressive house and told Leah I looked forward to seeing her again. I felt so giddy inside, kind of like I was on a first date or something. I leaned over to give Leah an innocent hug goodnight and instead was met with a kiss on the lips. Honestly, I was startled but so fucking turned on at the same time! I tried to play it cool, and then Leah playfully parted my lips slightly with her tongue. So erotic, yet so innocent. My pussy was now on fire!
While the kiss didn’t last that long, it seemed as though it was a lifetime. “Thank you for the ride home, and I hope we can pick up our “girl-girl” conversation where we left off. . . deal?” “Deal,” I replied back. With that affirmative acknowledgment, Leah then sprang out of the car and headed to her house. What an ass, I thought to myself as she walked to the front door!
It was all I could do not run after her and act out every lesbian sex fantasy on my mind. Leah then turned around after unlocking the door and blew me the sweetest air kiss imaginable. I was so fucking turned on that I had one hand on my pussy before I made it out of the driveway. I needed to cum so badly and hoped my days of cumming alone were soon coming to an end. I knew I better focus on driving, so I just gently massaged my clit on the way home.
I knew I could finish myself off properly soon and now had some new mental masturbation images of Leah to draw from. While my date with John was a dud, my date with his daughter was amazing! Stay tuned for this story’s conclusion (or is it the beginning). Please do not forget to bookmark your favorite MILF PornĀ erotic story site. Top Rated MILFs!
