I arrived home from Atlanta one evening to find my freshly eighteen-year-old daughter, Jessica, and her friend, Sara, sitting on the couch and watching television. Each wore only a T-shirt and little shorts, along with a punky, studded leather dog collar. Sara had one foot on the edge of the coffee table and was paining her toenails. Her shorts were loose enough that I could see she wasn't wearing panties. Her cute little pussy was staring at me as I tried not to stare back.
Jessica ran up to me, the jiggle of her ripe, young boobs making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. "Hi, Mom," she said and hugged me. Her tits crushed into mine as she kissed my cheek. I've often fantasised about her, but this was getting me hotter than usual. I had to get my mind off of it. I told Jessica that I felt icky from the travelling and had to take a shower.
I knew I had to get myself off in order to calm down, so I opened up my "special" drawer. Among my toys was a magazine that specialised in girls who were just barely 18 and looked even younger. The page corner was folded over to mark one adorable, little brunette who looked very much like my Jess. That pretty girl had brought me more than one good cum. "Where the fuck is it?" I asked myself as I dug through the drawer to find it. I searched my suitcase, hoping I hadn't left it in Atlanta. Finally giving up, I settled for a shaving magazine and gazed at a spread of two young, shaved women sharing each other's body. Mum. I enjoy the lesbian magazines and the girl-girl spreads in other magazines but one thing has puzzled me. Though there are many young girl titles and a surprising number of decidedly older women ones, there is an unfortunate lack of pictorials showing two women of very different ages. Even the bondage ones have little difference in age between the girls. I would subscribe in a heartbeat if I found a magazine that showed innocent beginners being seduced by mature women; learning that the best sex is with their own sex. Mum... young, smooth girls kneeling in front of older women to pleasure them with their pretty mouths... Women forcing their skilled hands into tight, hairless holes...
Ah, that got me going. I enjoyed a nice, long shower while I fucked the better part of my hand in and out of my pussy. Refreshed, I dried myself and put on a robe. Then I remembered the treat I had picked up to share with Jessica. I know most mothers wouldn't think of smoking pot with their daughters but I also know she smokes it anyway, so why should I not bond with her? There was enough for three, so I brought it out to the girls.
Apparently, I gave too them too little warning, as the girls had not fully 'straightened' themselves up before I walked back out to them. Judging by her blush, Jessica knew I had caught them.
"Jessica, I brought something for us to share." I held up the baggie to illustrate my point.
"Wow, Mom, no shit?"
"Great!" Sara exclaimed, "Let's go in your room and light some candles. I can't believe your mom's so cool."
As the girls started the candles burning and turned on the CD player, I got comfortable on one side of Jessica's bed, propping myself up against the wall. I found it while fumbling with the pillows. There was my magazine, folded open to the cutie that looked so much like Jessica. What surprised me even more was the magazine under it. It was one of the older women skin books. Where had she obtained that? I never had one of those. I managed to stash the magazines without the girls noticing anything.
Sara sat up next to me. I reached out to Jess, who got up sort of diagonally between us and leaned, back into my arms. I love cuddling with her.
As we smoked, I noticed Jessica and Sara casually playing footsie with each other. "You two make such a cute couple," I whispered before realising that I had actually said it. A little nervous chuckle was the only reaction forthcoming.
Before long, the pot had apparently loosened the girls' inhibitions, for Sara was rather blatantly caressing Jessica's thigh while Jessica's freshly painted toes continued to glide along Sara's smooth leg. "You want a shotgun?" Jessica asked her friend after taking a good hit.
Sara started to lean down toward Jessica, while Jessica took a long drag and sat up to meet her. Their lips joined for Jessica to blow the smoke into Sara's lungs. They stayed joined even after Sara had exhaled the smoke from her nose. They embraced and Jessica put one hand back for support. Her hand blindly slid under one side of my robe before she pulled it back to try again. Her hand landed on the bed that time, though only a few teasing inches from where she entered the world.
I was so hot watching them kiss that I didn't realise how open her hand had forced my robe. As Jessica leaned back down, her fluffy hair brushed against my right nipple and I damn near came.
