Lesbians in Suburbia

lesbian, ageplay, anal

A khaki shorts, CRV driving soccer mom in her early 40's is having an affair with her next door neighbors young, teenage daughter, who is also her own daughters close friend. They are in love, and take huge risks to have sex, I including lying about needing to stay home while the rest of the families to go block party at the community pool. The sex is passionate and just wrong; the teenage neighbor wears the moms daughters y-back thongs as they fuck on her bed, etc.

I identify with the 40-something mother in love with the teen next door. As far as fetishes go, there's a tiny suggestive notion of incest, since her lover wears her daughters clothes, and insists on sex in her bed, calling her 'Mommy', etc. Light ass play, licking, kissing, rubbing and tonguing is a strong theme for me, but absolutely no toys of any kind. Sex toys are a major turn off for me.

The environment is the ideal of suburbia; cookie-cutter and as 'safe' as one can imagine. I love the idea of the darkest, most forbidden things happening underneath a gloss of middle-American perfection. The mom is exactly what you'd picture, someone VERY similar to Connie Britton's character in the Friday Night Lights TV show, and her lover, the 15/16 year old neighbor girl is, again, exactly someone you'd imagine in a 'Little Boxes' environment that I have painted in my head; brunette, ponytails, JV volleyball, body starting to come into its own, etc.

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Diana stood barefoot in the sterile cleanness of her kitchen, listening closely while she distractedly washed a pot. Her family, her husband, daughter and son, were laughing as they walked out the door. They called out goodbyes, and she replied earnestly, "Have fun, I love you!", before the door slammed. She heard car doors open and close, the engine start and rev, then the noise of her SUV driving away. Next door, the Johnson's were doing the same, just a few minutes behind as they all piled into Mr. Johnson's big luxury sedan. All of them, except for Jessica.

Heart beating just a little faster, she didn't even notice that her hands had stopped scrubbing the long-since spotless pot as she watched the family roar away down the road, passing dozens upon dozens of nearly identical homes housing nearly identical families. She bit her lip, gripping the pot a little tighter as it turned a corner and disappeared from view.

The only noise now was the sound of the Johnson's sprinkler, clattering as it splattered the green grass with plenty of water. Far off, a dog barked for a while, before its owner let it in. A cicada droned its loud, strange cry from two yards off, completing the picture of absolute stillness. The noon sun was high in the sky, and a trickle of sweat ran down Diana's neck and chest. She wore no bra beneath her shirt, heavy breasts still firm despite her age and children, moisture making the garment stick to her skin. As the AC switched on, no underwear protected her sensitive womanhood from the tickling cold of the artificial breeze, and she shivered.

A knock came suddenly at the door, and Diana jumped, startled, dropping the pan with a 'plop' into the suds that filled the sink. Hurriedly drying her hands with a cloth, she cried out, "J-just a minute!" She walked across the divide between the kitchen and living room, stopping to check her appearance in the reflection of the plasma television. Her shoulder-length, matronly haircut was perfect, her high cheekbones flushed with anticipation. She brushed a drop of sweat from her brow, then turned to answer the door.

Her guest was the one she had expected, and hoped for, though not as she had expected to find her. Naked upon her front porch, Jessica Johnson smiled innocently, her pert, perfect little ass pointed out at the neighborhood. "Hi Mrs. Higgins," she chirped, sounding mischievous. "Can I come in?"

Eyes going wide, Diana grabbed the teenager by the arm, dragging her inside and slamming the door shut. The girl gasped as she was manhandled, eyelids flickering seductively as the older woman pressed her against a wall. "Oh, is something wrong?" she asked coyly, raising a hand to her bare chest in mock astonishment. Diana's heart pounded in her chest, nipples hard against her shirt as she felt the heat of shame and arousal threaten to overwhelm her anger.

"What are you thinking?" she hissed, face just inches from that of her daughter's best friend, hands gripping her naked hips. "What if someone saw you? What would they say about you, about me?"

Jessica's hands covered Diana's, smooth and delicate, strong from years of volleyball and softball. "No one is home right now," she murmurs, tugging on the older woman's fingers, guiding them until her breasts were covered in her grasp. "It's noon in summer. They're all far away, at the beach, or in their backyards swimming in their pools. No one saw." Her head tilts up, soft pink lips brushing against Diana's trembling mouth. She moans as her nipples are slowly circled, thumbs stroking them until they stand hard, touching Diana's through the thin, damp fabric of her shirt. "It's just you and me, Mommy," Jessica coos, reaching to rub her lover's bare, wet pussy, fingers plunging in without hesitation as she finds it defenseless.

Gasping, Diana's fingers tighten on the young girl's breasts, mouth falling into hers as her legs go weak with pleasure. For a girl so new to another woman's body, Jessica was far too good at making her feel so needy, so hot. "Lets go to my room," Jessica whispered, lips moving against hers as she barely even broke the deep kiss.

They made a slow procession up the stairs, unable to stop touching each other, both breathing hard as Diana's clothes were practically torn off. By the time they reached the top, Jessica was in her lover's arms, legs wrapped around her hips and breasts pressed together as they tasted each others mouths, her ponytail poking between two of Diana's fingers as the woman held her face against her own. They fell onto the bed together, the unwrinkled pink comforter belonging Diana's daughter becoming a chaos of folds and creases as they moved upon it.

Jessica was soaking wet by the time Diana's mouth found its way to her soft, shaven pink pussy. Still a virgin, the taste of her was sweet, and Diana could not get enough. She lapped up her young lover's juices, making the girl moan and squeal, toned, long legs wrapping around her head. Spreading the sixteen year old's firm buttocks apart, her slippery tongue diverted, flicking down to tease the girl's tight asshole. She could feel the shiver of pleasure that passed down Jessica's spine, and the hole relaxed a little, allowing her tongue to push through into the hot depths beyond.

Swirling her tongue inside Jessica's asshole, she lifted a hand to stroke the young girl's slit, rubbing her thumb up and down the dripping pink line. Each time she brushed the tiny nub of her clit, Jessica would moan, asshole tightening for just a moment. Diana took her time with bringing her lover to orgasm, thoroughly tasting both her delicious holes, french kissing her pussy to flick her g-spot with the tip of her tongue in addition to her lavishing attention on her perfect ass. "Mommy, make me cum," Jessica breathed, both hands tangled in Diana's hair as she rocked her hips against the older woman's mouth. Sucking on her clit, Diana looked up at the young girl from between her legs, eyes lidded as she rubbed the sensitive bud with her tongue. "Ah, ahhh, oh oh oh," Jessica cried out, legs starting to tremble. "Yeesssssss!"

Giving the girl's mound soft kisses as she caught her breath, Diana kept eye contact with the teen, her own thighs soaked with the wetness from her womanhood. Jessica was smiling in her afterglow, stroking her lover's cheek and hair, small breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths. "Your turn, Mommy," she murmured, and gently pushed Diana away.

She swung her legs off the side of the bed, standing upright and striding across the room while Diana sat back, spreading her legs and rubbing herself upon her daughter's bed. Rifling through the dresser in the room, Jessica searched until she found what she was looking for, turning back to the older woman with a grin. "I bet you didn't know I had these, Mommy..." Pulling a pair of underwear from a drawer, she shows it to the masturbating mother, lowering it as she steps into the garment. The thong is barely more than strings, the smallest triangle of fabric covering the teenager's pussy. "Do I look sexy, Mommy?" Jessica asks, voice innocent as she bends over. Her lithe, athletic body has a single curve to it as she arches her back, spreading her cheeks apart, the edges of her wet asshole visible behind the string.

"Come over here and fuck me," Diana moans in answer, breathing raggedly as she rubs herself, one hand roughly fondling her own breast while the other plunges two fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole.

Smirking, Jessica walks back to the panting woman, slender hips swaying seductively. She crawls across the bed, never breaking eye contact as she presses up against her lover's body, kissing her neck while she pulls the woman's hands away from herself. "I love you, Mommy," she breathes, soft and hot into Diana's ear, just as she slides four fingers deep into her pussy.