The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club
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Explaining the club to a surprised teenager is in the top five most uncomfortable moments of my life. Right behind the time in high school when Mr. O'Doyle made me go up to the board when I wasn't wearing any panties. A wind blew through an open window, raised the back of my dress, and the class saw half my ass. The particularly observant even saw a little more than that. Imagine turning back around to face your whole classroom of peers after you just flashed them your teenage muff. This is worse than that.
"Are you for real?" Laughs Felicity when I'm done explaining. "Is this a real thing or what?"
"Totally real," I try to reassure her.
"So how many, uh, moms are there in this club?"
"Me and my daughter and my friend and her daughter. Two moms and two daughters. We just started the club. You would be, um, my first recruit."
"But my mom would have to come too?" She still looks incredulous.
"That's part of the deal," I say. "Everyone gets to have fun. No secrets."
"Well, except from my dad," she laughs. "I don't think he would go for all this considering he doesn't know either me or mom are lesbian. How did you know? And don't say 'gaydar.'"
"Um, a woman's intuition?"
"That's like the gaydar of the 1800s." Felicity lets out a sigh. "You're super hot, Lindsay. You've got the whole MILF thing going on. I'd love to hook up with you. But..."
"Just talk to her," I say, feeling desperate.
"I'll talk. She's going to be pissed I finger banged a stranger in the bathroom."
"Maybe leave out some details," I laugh. "Come here. Give me a kiss."
She is such a nasty kisser. Even our goodbye kiss is full-on tongues, lips smacking, double-moaning, her hands groping my big butt and even slipping her fingers into the edges of my panties. When we finally separate, our lips are connected for a moment by a strand of our mingled saliva.
"Hot," she says. "I'll try real hard, Lindsay."
We exchange numbers and head back to the locker room. Timed slightly apart so that her mom does not see us walk in together. I do make fleeting eye contact with mom. She is just as hot as Felicity in a more voluptuous and womanly way. I finish undressing, aware of Felicity and maybe even her mother watching me. I head into the shower.
I resist the urge to masturbate thinking about Felicity and those lovely tits with the dark tan nipples, and her luscious little ass with her bikini tan, and that strip of hair just barely covering her delicate mound. Yummy. Okay, maybe I masturbate a little, but an old lady walks into the shower and I stop myself. As I head back out into the locker room wrapped in my towel I am surprised to see Felicity and her mother waiting for me.
Mom stands up and fixes me with a glare.
"You came onto my daughter here at the gym?"
"Y-yes," I say and then lift my chin. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Except you're like forty and she's eighteen," says mom.
"Forty three," I correct her. I take a deep breath and unwrap the towel, showing them both my naked body in its fully womanly glory. Over the past few weeks I have toned it up, but I know I'll never lose my big butt and I'll never quite have my pert tits back, at least not without a plastic surgeon's intervention. I don't care, I let them both see everything. It's all or nothing.
"Mmmmm," says mom, clearly looking me over. "So is this club real?"
"It's real," I say, slowly getting dressed. "You're invited this Sunday. I can give you the address."
"And I would be having sex with your daughter? Is that what you're telling me?"
I reply by reaching into my locker and taking out my phone. I open the photos and hand her the phone.
"The girl with the auburn hair is Sofia, that's my girl. The other teenager is Brittany. That's probably who you would be with this first time. That's Victoria's daughter."
I watch her cycle through the pictures and I can tell by the intensity of her gaze that she is getting past the fully dressed photos to some I took while I was playing with Brittany. She snaps the phone down suddenly and hands it back to me.
"This is completely twisted," she says.
"Yeah," I agree. "That doesn't mean it's not fun."
Felicity giggles at that and her mother shoots her a glare.
"I'm Lindsay, by the way," I say, offering her my hand.
"I'm Christina," she replies. "And I never want you to talk to my daughter again. If you so much as look at her in the gym I am reporting you for harassing us."
And that's that. They storm off, Felicity trying to mouth an apology to me and her mother dragging her away. I feel like I just got beat in the head with a bat. Not that I've ever been beat in the head with a bat, but it can't be worse than the feeling in that moment.
I am standing there in disbelief, still wearing nothing but a towel, when I hear bare feet padding up behind me. I turn to see my daughter, Sofia, wearing her one-piece bathing suit. Her auburn hair is dark with water and she has that slightly pinched look imparted by too much chlorine in a pool, but it doesn't diminish her beauty. Not even the redness in her usually dark doe eyes. My daughter is gorgeous, which is probably why my piece of shit soon-to-be-ex couldn't keep his hands off his stepdaughter.
"Hey mom," she says, walking over to her locker. "What's wrong? You look like you just got some bad news."
Her words snap me out of the worst of my shock at being so angrily rebuked by Felicity's mom. I smile and shake my head.
"Nothing, sweetie," I say. "Nothing wrong at all."
Yeah, except for the fact that I totally blew it. We probably can't even go back to the gym anymore.
The First Visit - Felicity
No phone calls from Felicity. No texts. So imagine my surprise, driving up with Sofia next to me and wearing her school girl outfit, when I see an unexpected car parked in the drive. Christina and Felicity are standing outside the house in the woods, watching me pull up. They're wearing cocktail dresses that show off their legs and cleavage and they have their hair all done up. I feel pretty underdressed stepping out of my car in a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a pullover sweater.
"Oh my god," I cry, practically launching out of the car. "You came! I thought you never wanted to see me again."
"My daughter can be very persuasive," says Christina. "I have to apologize for the way I acted at the gym. Felicity can be very flirtatious and I'm sure she encouraged you."
I clear my throat and give Felicity a wicked glance. She was very encouraging.
"This must be Sofia," says Christina and everyone trades introductions. Christina continues, "That's a cute, um, school girl outfit."
"Thanks!" Sofia twirls for Christina and Lindsay. "I think I'm the naughty student today. Miss Victoria is going to spank me."
She lifts the back of her skirt and shamelessly spanks her panty-covered bottom. Christina looks like she's somewhere between drooling and passing out with nerves. She's probably wondering just what she has walked into with her daughter. Before she can run back to her car, I hook my arm through hers and start walking her to the door.
"Victoria is running a little late," I say, "So let me show you around the club house."
Sofia takes Felicity by the elbow and follows behind us.
Vincent Loggia owns the house in the woods. It's his little private sex palace. Well, not little, even out here in the woods it's probably a million dollar house, with nine bedrooms, five bathrooms, an indoor swimming pool, and a huge deck with a big outdoor pool. The lounge area is two-tiered with a full bar on the upper tier.
"So do you rent his or what?" asks Christina, obviously awed by the house.
"A friend of my soon-to-be-ex-husband owns the house. On Saturdays, the dads have their club here. It's much bigger and more, um, wild than our club." I decide to lay it all out there. "I found out my husband was a member and was bringing my daughter, his stepdaughter to the club."
Sofia waves to indicate she's the stepdaughter in question. Of course, I leave out the part where I found out about the c
"So as part of the resolution," I continue. "This club was formed for the moms who know. For me and Victoria and, now, for you as well."
"Is there like a membership fee?" asks Felicity.
"No," says Sofia, "the only rule really is that the daughters have to be respectful and obedient and the mothers have to take 'no' for an answer if we don't want to do something."
"Does that happen?" asks Christina.
"Not yet," I say. "Sofia and Brittany are very open minded. And I don't think I'm too demanding."
Christina catches me sharing a glance with Felicity. Her face reddens and I can see her working through anger and outrage and finding some sort of acceptance.
"Let me show you all the private suites," I say, gesturing to the stairs. "They have themes."
By the time we've made it from the schoolhouse room through the bondage and back to the lounge, Brittany and Victoria are waiting for us on the couches.
Mother and daughter bear a striking resemblance, with similar dark hair, amber eyes, and lips that are well-defined. Whereas Brittany possesses a dancer's body and all of the youthful pertness you would expect, her mother has spread into a middle aged voluptuousness that is just as enticing.
Victoria is dressed like a school teacher, complete with her hair in a bun, stern glasses, and a conservative gray skirt with a white blouse. Brittany is wearing a summer dress and obviously no bra underneath. It's so sheer her nipples are visible under the floral pattern and I know she has started to like showing off her body more and more.
"Hello, there," says Victoria, rising from the couch. "You must be Felicity and... Christina."
She shakes both hands.
"I'm Victoria and this is my daughter Brittany." She gives both women her best smile. "I admit, I am pleasantly surprised to see you both here after what Lindsay said was a bit of an argument at the gym."
"Oh, that's all my fault," says Christina. "I'm so embarrassed. I reacted like a mother shielding her little girl, but Felicity is an adult now."
"And you were probably interested in finding out what the club was all about," says Victoria. "So what do you think?"
"It's beautiful and, um, so is Brittany," says Christina. There's no hiding the desire in her eyes as she takes in Brittany.
"Well, why don't you and Brittany go have some fun in whichever room you'd like," says Victoria, gently guiding her daughter towards Christina. "And I'll abscond with Sofia."
"I've been sooooo bad," says Sofia.
My daughter takes Victoria's arm and marches up the stairs. Victoria lifts the back of my daughter's skirt and gives her a smack on one of Sofia's firm butt cheeks. Felicity giggles and I feel the same pang of protectiveness I always feel when I know my daughter is walking off to be fucked by Victoria. Of course, it makes me sympathetic to Christina's reaction in the gym.
Christina gives Felicity a long hug and whispers something to her before following Brittany up the stairs. Brittany has to pull Christina along a little, but I know Brittany will take good care of the older woman. She's a sweetheart and a great kisser.
"Alone at last," Felicity says, coming up behind me and lacing her arms around my waist. She kisses the back of my neck, the side, and moves her warm lips behind my ears. Her hands slide up, under my sweater, and she cups the lace-cradled mounds of my breasts. Her hot breath on my ear makes my hairs stand on end. Her breasts crush and crinkle her dress against my back.
"Let's go to one of those rooms," she whispers. "How about the one with the statue?"
The white marble Venus. Black marble floors and white tile walls. A sound system right out of the 80s and a record collection that I very much suspect belongs to Vince. I've been told by Victoria that it is one of his favorite rooms. I've never spent time in the room. It always felt too ornate and sterile to me and it has a weird swinging chair hanging from the ceiling next to the bed.
But Felicity gets what Felicity wants from me. I want her to enjoy her first visit to the Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club.
"Alright, my dear," I say, turning and taking her hands. "Let's have some fun."
We are unable to contain our excitement as we race up the stairs, both of us giggling, and into the hallway lined with doors. Behind one of those doors, my daughter is probably receiving a spanking at this very moment. Felicity gets my mind off Sofia by pushing me against a wall, sliding her thighs between my legs, and kissing me so passionately that I bump my head against the wall.
"Ohhhh," I cry, wincing in pain. She quiets any further complaint with more of her mouth and devilish tongue. She sucks at my lower lip and catches it between her teeth, gently stretching it as she pulls back.
"Do we even need a room?" she asks, trailing her fingers down to the waist of my jeans. "Why don't we just do it right here?"
"Oh, no, that's against the rules," I laugh, catching her and preventing her from dropping to her knees. "Come on you dirty girl. The room is right down the hall."
The cool marble and the erotic Venus statue greet us in the room Felicity has chosen. The bed has black sheets and a mirrored ceiling for enjoying the action taking place on the bed. It's not hard to imagine Tyler's friends staring up at their own reflections while various teenagers ride their cocks.
Felicity brushes past me into the room. She approaches the Venus, obviously admiring its figure. The pertness of its youthful body does bear a striking resemblance to Felicity. She poses like the Venus, turning to face me. Even with the hot pink and gray of her cocktail dress, I can imagine the contours of her body perfectly matching the statue.
"Were you the model for that?" I laugh.
"I know, right?" Felicity giggles. "I guess I should be flattered I'm the Venus. Her nipples are smaller though. Just a little."
"I seem to recall a little strip of hair on you, right about," I reach under her skirt and find the warm gusset of her panties, "here."
"Mmmm," Felicity pinches her lips together and nods her head. "That's right. Apparently back in Greek times they had invented the Brazilian."
She starts to turn away from me, maybe to explore the room some more, but I catch her wrist in one hand, pulling her back. My other hand cradles her chin and turns her to face me. It's strange how her dark eyes can be so full of light.
"I think we've waited long enough," I whisper, and I lean in to kiss her.
Felicity greets me with the full warmth of her mouth, yielding it to me the moment our lips meet and inviting my tongue into the hot sweetness of her kiss. I press my body against her, pushing her arm down to her side and backing her against the statue. She moans into our kiss, her tongue slipping over and around mine, her lips opening and closing and interlocking with the soft caress of mine.
"Take off your clothes," I gasp between kisses, "before I tear them off of you."
"Oh, with pleasure," she moans. "I feel like a dork wearing this dress."
"It looks hot," I say, stepping back to admire it. Overdressed, for sure, but it shows off her legs and her breasts in a way that has me aching. I pull my sweater over my head with a suck of the collar at my long, blond hair. My favorite Vicky's silver and tan lace bra cradles my breasts. Felicity stares at them.
"Hurry up, because if I'm naked before you, I'm going to rip off everything you're still wearing. With my teeth."
"Oh, promise?" giggles Felicity.
"Promise," I say, already wriggling out of my tight jeans and down to my matching silver and tan panties.
Have I mentioned before that I have a big ass? Yeah, I do, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of using it to tease. I turn my back to Felicity and lean forward, thrusting my round onion in her direction as I peel off my panties. I have a bikini tan to match hers, though my pale triangle is a lot bigger and my tan isn't quite as even and dark. The panties stick a little to the dewy folds of my pussy as I drop them down my shapely thighs.
When I turn back, already working on the clasp of my bra, Felicity is still almost fully dressed. She actually stops to watch me remove my bra. Little indentions of pink tracing the lace around my puckered areolas and hard, pink nipples. I toss the bra aside, my eyes smoldering at the disobedient teen.
"My turn," I say, grabbing the back of her blouse and pulling.
"Ahhh!" she laughs. "That hurts!"
Undressing Felicity is less collaboration and more performance art. The Clown and the Wolverine or something. She tries really feebly to unzip her skirt or remove her stockings. I tear my way through her close, ripping buttons on her blouse, and ruining the zipper on her skirt. She's wearing stockings, garter, and panties - all black - and it gives me pause. She looks so fucking sexy in that black lingerie that I can't just tear it apart.
I grab her around the waist and make a move that is somewhere between a shove and a throw. Felicity squeals in surprise and lands face down on the bed hard enough to almost bounce back off the bed. She pulls herself onto her hands and knees and I'm right behind her. I run one hand up the back of a silky thigh and over the black satin heart of her ass.
"Ohhhh, Lindsay," she gasps.
I unclip her garter as I stroke her thighs. My hands move up to caress her hips, the sides of her bottom and curl my fingers into the back of her panties. I start to pull, revealing the slightest cleft of her cheeks and the start of that pale triangle I found so enticing at the gym. I kiss her just above the intimate contours of that triangle and she lets out a soft moan. I kiss again, slowly dragging her panties lower. I lift the band away from her bottom, lean in very close, and catch it in my teeth.
I growl as I begin to drag Felicity's panties down with my teeth. She looks back at me and laughs, but as I expose her lovely little bottom I smack her on the roundness of one cheek and then the other.
"That hurts!" she cries and I give her a final smack for good measure.
I can smell the delicate musk of her pussy, fur soft against my chin as I drag her panties lower, groove hot beneath my lips. My fingers finish pulling down her panties to her knees and I admire the light tan color of Felicity's outer lips and the matching color of her tiny puckered anus.
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