Mother & Daughter Lesbian Models

[Author's note: This series is based on a true account shared with me by a reader of my stories. This particular episode is fiction, but helps the overall narrative of a mother, daughter, son incest relationship. Hope you enjoy!]

I guess I am somewhat of a tease. At least that's what my brother, Parker, says about me. My mom, Amber, and me teased Parker plenty as we modeled underwear for him. My mom is a model, and I was about to start my modeling career when this took place.

We wanted to see how quickly we could get Parker hard. I'm not sure how it all started and thought it a little strange at first that my mom would encourage such sex play. At the time I was just having fun. We laughed as we strutted about in our bra and panties, touching our bums and our breasts to each other and playing like we were going to kiss.

Multiple times Parker had to run from the room. I was sure he went into the bathroom to jerk off. It turned me on thinking about him masturbating about me.

My mom was often gone on shoots for multiple days in a row. During one trip, I decided to see how far my teasing could go. I wore a very revealing bathing suit and got Parker harder than I'd ever seen him. I became obsessed with his cock and went way beyond teasing by the pool.

At first, we just masturbated together. I loved the taste of Parker's cum as he spurted it into my mouth. That led to me sucking his cock and him tasting my pussy. Eventually, we consummated our relationship, taking each other's virginity and having him cum and cum in my wet pussy.

I told Parker that I was going to share the story of his cock with Mom. At first, he was outraged but then said it was okay. Maybe he was getting turned on by the idea of his mom talking about his cock? I didn't know.

"Are you sure about coming on this trip with me?" Mom asked as we packed.

She was going on a shoot and her agent, now my agent, wanted me to come as well. It was my introduction to lingerie catalogue modeling.

"Of course!" I said. "I'm stoked!"

We flew across the country and got settled in our hotel, sharing the same room. I waited until just the right time to confess what Parker, and I had done.

"You know the games we've been playing on Parker?" I said as we looked over the underthings we would be modeling.

"Of course!" Mom said. "Did you play more games while I was gone?"

I paused.

"You did!" she said, holding up a thin bra to her chest.

Mom has large DD breasts. Mine are smaller, but still a D cup, and growing.

She sat down. "Tell me everything!"

"Well," I started. "We got in the pool, and I wore that see-through suit you got me."

"You did?" she said, amazed.

I nodded. "I told him I liked to make him hard, and boy was he!"

Mom looked like she was a little uncomfortable, moving her hips slightly. "Go on," she said.

"I asked him what he liked about my suit, and he said it was the body inside. That really got me aroused and I, well, pulled off my straps and showed him my boobs."

"Wow!" Mom said, squirming more. "And what happened?"

"I asked him to put suntan lotion on my tits - and he did!"

"I can picture that," Mom said.

"It felt so good for his fingers to squeeze my nipples," I said, touching my breasts.

Mom's eyes followed my fingers as they touched my tits.

"He was so hard, Mom. I couldn't believe it. So I, uh, I asked him if I could see it."

"His cock?" Mom said, her eyes wide and her face flushed.

"Uh huh," I said, remembering the moment and getting very aroused. "It's beautiful, Mom. Really. So big and throbby."

"Shit!" Mom said, involuntarily touching her nipples.

"Yeah, I got so turned on that I started fingering myself and when I came, it set Parker off and he exploded all over my tits and face with his white cum."

I felt like touching my pussy so bad. I reached under the band of my panties and felt lots of wetness. Mom followed my fingers.

"It was amazing to watch him cum like that, with his hard cock in his hands. It was more than fun. Much more. I came so hard, and my pussy was so wet!"

I inserted a finger into my pussy.

Mom's eyes shot up again. She stood suddenly and rushed into the bathroom.

I didn't know what I'd done wrong. I heard whimpering from the bathroom and thought maybe she was crying.

A few minutes later she came out, looking more relaxed but red in the face.

"You okay, Mom?" I asked.

"Sure. Just fine, Ava," she said. "Let's go to dinner."

Mom seemed very distracted as we ate. After dinner, we returned to our room to try on the things for tomorrow's shoot.

At home, we'd always changed in separate rooms. But Mom just started undressing right in front of me. I'd never seen her naked before and didn't know what to do. As she removed her bra I saw her breasts for the first time. Her large boobs looked amazing - two large globes with nipples turning up just slightly. Her areola were big and light-colored, along with her nipples which were bigger than mine.

I couldn't help but stare as she pulled off her panties. Her red bush was trimmed up on the sides, the fine hair looking wispy as it curled up into the air.

I didn't know what else to do, so I started disrobing too. Mom glanced up as I removed my bra and panties.

"You're so pretty, Ava," Mom said. "I love how you're developing. Your breasts are almost as large as mine."

As she said this, she cupped her breasts, squeezing them slightly.

She sat on the bed, still completely nude.

"So, did anything else happen between you and Parker while I was away?"

I wasn't sure how much to tell, but decided being honest was probably the best idea.

"We went swimming again and he rubbed my tits like before. This time he wanted to see my pussy, so I took off my bottoms."

"You did?" Mom said.

"And he took out his dick. It was so hard again, Mom! And this time I asked him to jerk off in my mouth. I caught almost all of his cum. It tasted so sweet."

"Fuck!" Mom said.

I noticed that her nipples were getting swollen. So were mine. Was she getting aroused?

"And then what?" Mom asked, once again touching her nipples, squeezing them slightly with her fingers.

I was getting pretty turned on myself and felt a wetness between my legs. I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed or what.

"We were watching TV, and I got to wondering what his cock would taste like, so I asked him if I could put it in my mouth."

Mom moved her hand from her breast to her pussy. She opened her legs slightly and I noticed that her labia were wet with moisture. I reached down and touched my pussy and felt how wet and sensitive it was.

"What did it feel like, in your mouth?" Mom asked, her eyes transfixed and her fingers moving across her pussy lips.

"So big and smooth. It slipped in my mouth so easily. I took as much of it as I could. I started sucking on it."

"Fuck!" Mom said again, her fingers moving quickly across her clit. "Did he cum in your mouth?"

"He did. I swallowed all of it. It felt so wonderful to feel his dick throbbing as he came and came."

I started feeling myself nearing an orgasm. Maybe Mom was near too.

"What else. Tell me everything, Ava!" Mom said, almost desperate.

"He licked my pussy and made me cum and then ... fuck ... oh, mm, then he laid on top of me and put his cock in my pussy and we came together!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Mom cried out as her hips shot up in the air. I was seeing my own mother have an orgasm right in front of me.

It was too much, and I went over the edge as well, cumming hard and long.

When I was done, I opened my eyes and saw Mom staring at my pussy and my swollen nipples.

"You fucked your brother," Mom said with that same glassy stare.

"Are you mad?" I said, withdrawing my fingers from my wet pussy.

Mom smiled, took her fingers from her cunt and licked them in her mouth. "No, not at all. That was so fucking hot I couldn't stop myself from masturbating - even in front of my daughter!"

"Me too!" I said, putting my own fingers in my mouth and tasting my juices.

"Maybe that's enough story for one night," Mom said. "I think we should get ready for bed. What do you think?"

"Sure, Mom," I said.

We slept in the same bed. Mom put on a thin night shirt that covered very little. I wore shorts and a t-shirt with no bra. I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't help staring at Mom's body. She was so beautiful. I watched her nipples move up and down as she breathed. Her nightshirt rode up and I could see her pussy hair clearly outlined in the light from the window.

I kept remembering what she looked like, fingers in her pussy, fingers on her tits. I started feeling all buzzy inside and itchy in my crotch. I touched myself and I was wet - really wet. I started rubbing my clit and putting fingers in my vagina. My hand went to my tits, and I started squeezing them.

Her nipples looked delicious, and I wondered what her juices tasted like. I had no idea why I was having feelings about my mother, but I couldn't stop. Pretty soon I had to cover my mouth with my hand as I came, bucking up and down in the bed.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up. After I came down from the high, I turned over and went to sleep, dreaming of Parker and Mom.

At some point a noise woke me up. I was facing Mom and noticed that she had her knees up. There was some movement as well. The sound was Mom softly moaning. I opened my eyes a little more and the sheet over her knees dropped revealing my naked mom, her hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy.

Her eyes were closed. One hand was squeezing a nipple, perfectly outlined by the window light. As the sheet fell, I picked up on a scent and realized it was the smell of her pussy juice.

I was instantly turned on. What was she fantasizing about? Parker? Me? I heard squish sounds as her fingers went in and out of a wet pussy. I thought about her bringing herself to an orgasm and secretly wanted my fingers to be touching her, my mouth to be on her - me giving her pleasure.

The sound of her moaning increased. I put my hand down my knit shorts and started rubbing myself. Mom's head tilted back, and she opened her legs wider. She didn't realize it, but her leg rested on mine, giving me an even better view.

"Oh!" she moaned, a little louder. "Oh, oh, lick me, fuck me, oh, Ava - OH!"

She was fantasizing about me!

I watched her hand move across her auburn bush and up and down her slit. The squishing sounds got louder, and her hips started moving up and down. She was so wet that a little of her juice splashed on my leg, dripping down my inner thigh. I grabbed the drop with my finger and used it to rub together with my own flowing juices.

I was trying so hard to be quiet but realizing that it was me she was thinking about got me so turned on I knew I wouldn't be able to keep from giving myself an orgasm.

Suddenly, Mom's hips shot up in the air and she groaned, "OHHH!"

I came too, but Mom was rocking the bed so much that she didn't notice my hips bucking up and down with hers. I felt pleasure sensations flow over me, carrying me on a wave of peace and joy as I released into the orgasm.

Mom's legs jerked every few seconds and her fingers still moved in and out of her pussy, but slowly, like she was savoring the feeling of giving herself pleasure.

I took my hands out of my shorts before Mom would notice and closed my eyes. After a few moments, I could feel her head turn towards me, as if she'd just realized where she was and what she had just done. I pretended to be peacefully asleep. She turned away from me and fell asleep.

I had a hard time sleeping myself. My mom had just masturbated to thoughts of me licking her pussy. Mom and I had played games together, and teased Parker to make him hard, but nothing like this had entered my mind. I was fantasizing about having a lesbian relationship with my own mother - and she was doing the same? What would come of this, anything?

Sleep finally came and I awoke to the alarm. It was time to start my first day as a model.

Mom was unusually quiet as we packed and later ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

"Are you nervous?" she said as we finished up and prepared to leave.

"Of course I am!" I said. "My first modeling gig? What if I totally blow it. I'll never get another job."

Mom chuckled. "Don't worry, honey. I'm with you every step of the way. And the community you're going to interact with is very supportive. It's not the same as runway model competition."

"Well, I'm still pretty nervous, but thanks."

A car picked us up and we arrived on time. I had extreme butterflies in my stomach as we entered the studio. There were lights going up and technicians running around. I caught a glimpse of the principal photographer who I thought scowled in my direction.

We went through a side door into the dressing area. I was expecting separate dressing rooms but there were probably a dozen women there in various states of undress. No wonder Mom had changed in front of me - to prepare me for this.

"You must be Ava," one incredibly beautiful woman said to me, touching my arm.

She was wearing a see-through bra, and I couldn't help glancing at her dark areola tipping her large breasts. And, she wasn't wearing any panties, her shaved mound exposed for all to see.

"I am," I replied, touching her other arm.

"You're quite stunning," the woman said. "You've raised quite the delicious daughter," she said to my mom.

I thought that was a very unusual way to compliment my beauty, but - whatever.

"Thank you, Cindy," Mom said, giving the woman a peck on the lips.

We made our way through the group, with more introductions and more kisses.

"So nice to meet you, sweetheart!" one woman said, who then came in and kissed me on the lips.

I'd never been kissed by a woman, and it seemed her lips lingered just slightly longer than I would have expected for a greeting. Maybe that was the usual thing that happened between models, but I wasn't sure.

What I was sure of was how it made me feel. The softness of her lips, coupled with her awesome body gave me a tingle of pleasure. Was I becoming attracted to women?

We found a spot and I changed into my first outfit - a sexy satin and lace white bra and panties. I hadn't tried this one on before and noticed that the part that went over my mound and pussy was split into two pieces, leaving my labia covered only by a small string of pearls that went under my crotch and attached to the rear waistband above my asshole.

"Is this right?" I asked Mom.

She looked at my crotch. "Those are super cute. Women are going to love getting those!"

Other women noticed and gathered around me.

"Ooh! Those are nice," one woman said, running her fingers along the lacy material. "I'm going to get some of those - Laura won't have to take them off to eat my pussy!"

"Or me!" another woman said, tracing her hand along the waist of the first woman.

Right in front of me, they kissed. This was not a greeting kiss at all. I saw them trade tongues and press their lips together. All the while, the first woman had her hand on my waist. I felt her fingers squeeze just slightly.

"Oh, come on!" Mom said. "Get a room!"

"We will," the second woman said. "Care to join?"

"Chloe!" Mom said. "My daughter!"

"She can come too," Chloe said, casting a lustful gaze in my direction. "Just be sure to wear those."

"Just stop it, you two," Mom said, guiding me away.

"Don't pay any attention to those flirts," she said.

I had just been propositioned to join in a lesbian threesome, or foursome. I'd never considered making love to a woman, but after my night with Mom, it was sounding very arousing. I was afraid if I let my thoughts keep going that I'd stain this thong with my pussy juice.

It turns out the photographer wasn't scowling at me. She was beautiful herself, very nice and very professional. She posed me while techs fussed with my hair and make-up. I felt like a real model - I guess because I was one.

"Great job, Ava," the photographer, Riley, said after my last outfit. "You've got a real future in this business. It was a pleasure working with you."

"You too," I said. "Thank you for all your help today. I'm so much more comfortable now."

"Good!" she said. "If we get to work together again, I can hopefully have time to get to know you and offer some helpful tips."

"That'd be great!" I said.

Back in our room, I was still on a high from the day. Mom was too.

"That was so much fun!" I said.

"Wasn't it?" Mom said. "And bonus - we get to keep the things we modeled!" she said, holding up a bag of pretty and sexy underthings.

"So, Mom," I said, packing my stuff. "About today."

"Huh?" Mom said, as she placed a garment in her suitcase.

"Were those girls serious, about getting a room and all?"

Mom looked up. She paused and said, "They were."

"So, they're, um, lesbians? In real life?" I said.

"Well, bisexual would be a better way of describing them, but yes, they love loving women."

"And what about you? Have you been with any of them?"

"What a direct question!" Mom said. "I guess since you're now in this business you'd find out eventually. Yes, I've made love to quite a number of the women you met today."

"Wow!" I said.

I packed a couple of other things in silence.

"Do you, do you like it?"

"Like what?" Mom asked.

"Making love to women?"

Mom smiled and looked in my eyes. "Very much. There's nothing like it, really. Such softness and so sensuous. I cum pretty easily to a woman's touch on my pussy."

I stared at her as she resumed packing. Did I even know this woman? This wasn't fun and games at home anymore. My mom was a lesbian, or maybe bisexual, I wasn't sure.

The part that tweaked my brain was that last night she had been fantasizing about me making love to her. Was she attracted to me, her own daughter? It seemed so.

We had one more shoot the next day before flying home. At dinner, I contemplated about my own feelings. I'd cum while wishing Mom's fingers were touching me and was feeling attracted to the female models I'd met. Maybe I was bisexual too.

We got ready for bed. Mom wore a white lace nightgown that she'd modeled. It was pretty sheer, and I could see her light-colored areola through the fabric. I put on one of the nightgowns I'd modeled - a red, lacy babydoll set. I liked the way it felt. And maybe I was showing off my body a little bit too.

"You look so pretty in that," Mom said, touching the lace.

"Thanks, Mom," I said. "You too. It's so sexy!"

"I know, right?" Mom said, cupping the sides of her breasts. "Look at us," she said, laughing. "A couple of sexy women showing off their bods!"

"Um, Mom," I said.

"Hmm?" she said, adjusting the fit of her nightgown to frame her boobs just right.

"I need to talk to you about something. Something personal," I said.

Mom looked up. "Of course, sweetie. Anything."

"I heard you last night," I said.

"Last night? Heard me what?" Mom said.

"You were, um, pleasing yourself. You thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I watched you."

"Oh!" Mom said. "I'm a little embarrassed. However, you saw me masturbate right in front of you too."

"Don't feel embarrassed," I said. "It was lovely. The part I was curious about, though, was what you said."

"Said?" she said, eyebrows raised.

"When you were about to cum. You, um, you said my name."

Mom paused. "I did?"

"Mm hmm," I said. "You asked me to lick your pussy and then you came."

"Oh fuck," Mom said. "I didn't remember saying that out loud. Did that bother you? I'm so sorry!"

"Stop, Mom," I said, holding up my hands. "It didn't make me feel uncomfortable. It made me feel turned on. Very turned on."

"Oh!" she said.

"Do you, um, I mean, do you want me to lick your pussy, Mom?" I said.