I grew up in La Rochelle, France. I consider myself an attractive, dark-haired mother of two daughters. At 25, I married a blonde college graduate. A few years later, we had our first daughter, and two years after that, our second. They are adorable and look like their father. They were both blonde, but their hair is getting darker every year. I thought we were happily married, but apparently, he wanted to marry another woman.
We separated after a fight, and it was clear he wanted nothing more to do with his daughters. I started raising my girls on my own. (I have to admit that I had sex with girlfriends as a child, and after the divorce, I had a close relationship with some of the girls I worked with. When they stayed over, we started kissing and groping each other. It progressed to cunnilingus and mutual sex with dildos.) I thought the girls were too young to understand what we were doing.
When I was 37, my oldest daughter was 10 and the other 7. We lived in a cheap two-room apartment managed by a woman who looked to be in her early fifties. She was still quite fit for her age. Her face showed her age, and her hair was thinning and turning gray. I began to think of her as a mother figure and relied on her to look after my girls while I worked. Everything went smoothly until the company I worked for lost a major contract, and I was one of the laid-off employees. I struggled to support my girls while also looking for a new job. I fell behind on my rent. My landlady seemed concerned and let me go a few months behind, but one day she took me aside and told me she couldn't allow me to live there rent-free. But she confidently suggested we could arrange for me to pay the rent by coming to her apartment after I'd put the girls to bed.
The pause was supposed to make me realize what she wasn't saying. It was obvious she was trying to blackmail me into having sex with her. I was shocked by her suggestion. Cunnilingus wasn't new to me, and I probably would have gone to bed with her if she'd just told me she wanted my pussy. After thinking about it for a moment, I agreed to come to her apartment after I'd put the girls to bed. That night, I made sure the girls were put to bed. I snuck out of our apartment, and when I reached hers, I tapped on the door with my fingernails. (I wanted the nosy neighbors to know I was planning to prostitute myself.) The landlady's name was Lisa, and when she opened the door, she was wearing a black viscose nightgown so sheer that her dark nipples and areolas were clearly visible. I could swear I could almost count every dark pubic hair between her legs. She stepped back and let me in.
She insisted we get a drink and led me to the couch for two. She made a cocktail shaker full of margaritas, sprinkled salt on the rims of the glasses, and placed a lemon slice in each one. We sat together on the couch, hips pressed together. I complimented her on her cocktails. We drank a few before Lisa put her arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth, tongue on, while holding my face with her other hand. The way she kissed me took my breath away. As she ended the kiss, she said, "You're wearing too many clothes, why don't you stand up and show me what you look like!"
I would have been furious if she'd asked me to wear stockings the other day, but at that moment I was incredibly horny. I stood up, unbuttoned the slit of my skirt, and pulled down the short zipper so I could slide the tight skirt over my hips. I folded it and draped it over the back of her chair. Next, I took off my blouse. I removed the necklace and laid it on top of the skirt, unbuttoned the cuffs and the front of the blouse, folded it, and laid it over the skirt. I was wearing a slip, which I had to take off and throw away before I could wear just the wireless bra, panties, pantyhose, and black pumps with seven-centimeter heels. I had to take off the pumps and pantyhose before I could take off the thong. I had my back to her as I stepped out of the thong. I felt her hand on the back of my thigh, slowly sliding up my leg to my crotch. I felt her finger slide from my clitoris to my anus. She inserted her long finger into my anus and turned my body towards her.
As she pulled her finger out of my ass, she smelled and sucked on it right in front of me. When she stood up, her nightgown opened, giving me a good view of the front of her body. Lisa had a desirable body. She had shoulder-length brown hair. Her breasts were slightly larger than a 38C and rested on her ribcage, her nipples pointing downwards. Her pubic hair made me doubt she'd ever stroked it, and it was jet black. She slid the index finger of her right hand into my vagina and led me to her cunt in her bedroom. She laid me down in the middle of the bed, climbed onto it, and sat on my face.
She told me to lick her pussy and pressed her cunt against my mouth and nose. She licked my pussy in a long, sustained 69 position. After we both orgasmed, she took the time to get a strap-on dildo from her nightstand. She strapped it on, slipped between my legs, and fucked me for three more orgasms. When she was finished, I kissed her, went back into the living room, and got dressed to return to my apartment.
I had simply grown accustomed to the scent of her perfume and hadn't considered the smell of her vagina all over my body. When I entered the apartment, I must have been so loud that my eldest daughter was woken up. She came into my room and cried while I undressed to put on my nightgown. I asked, "Diana, why are you crying?"
She said: “I’m angry because you had to comply with our landlady’s demands to pay our rent. I would have done anything to save you from that. I’m jealous of everyone else who sleeps with you.”
I asked, "How do you know what she forced me to do?"
"I hid in your closet when the women you used to work with stayed overnight. I watched everything the three of you did and was jealous that I wasn't the one doing it with you."
I said to her, "Diana, darling, you're too young to be thinking about how to lick grown women's pussies. I can handle our financial problems. Why don't you sleep with me tonight?"
She didn't need to be asked twice. She crawled into bed behind me and snuggled up close. I felt the fresh scent of her body wash on her skin and smelled Iris's perfume and the strong scent of her vaginal fluid all over my body. I didn't know what to do. I lay there motionless, praying that Diana would fall asleep. But that wasn't to be. She began rubbing her hands all over my body as she pulled up my nightgown and pulled the front of the dress down and under my breasts. She started sucking on my nipples and rubbing my crotch.
I knew I should have stopped them, but I was overwhelmed by my own desire to fuck my daughters.
Diana slipped under the covers and began licking my hairy pussy and teasing my colitis with her tongue. It was incredible. I was on the verge of the most intense orgasm of my life, but I was mesmerized. It was a complete surprise when Diana placed her hand between my legs, tickled my asshole with her index finger, and then pushed her finger deep into my colon. I had an explosive orgasm.
I wanted to ask where it came from, but I was afraid of the answer.
The next day, I got up, dressed, and made breakfast for the three of us. While I was out looking for a new job, I wanted to talk to Diana and wondered whether I should involve her younger sister. When I got home, I found Diana wasn't there. I was close to panicking. Then I remembered her offer to sleep with our landlady.
I went to her apartment, and when she opened the door, she was wearing a bathrobe. "Has my daughter Diana come here to offer herself in my place?"
Iris stepped back and let me in. She grabbed my elbow and led me into her bedroom. When she opened the door, Diana was lying on her back, pleasuring herself with Iris's strap-on dildo. I stood there with my mouth open, shocked. Iris pushed me inside and began to undress me. Her robe opened, revealing that she had been having sex with my daughter. Iris and I began to have sex, and Diana took pleasure in sitting on our faces and licking our assholes.
It took a few days for the four of us to settle into a household, and we started planning when we felt the baby should join us. But the sweet, innocent baby wasn't as innocent as I thought!
