The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  “Hey, mom,” says Julie, peering around the curve of Sofia’s thigh. “This is Sofia and that’s Julie.”

  “Looks like you decided to have some fun without me,” says Daphne. “A lot of fun.”

  My daughter looks up at Daphne and wets her lips.

  “Come here and I’ll show you what sort of fun we’re having,” purrs Sofia.

  Yes, my daughter is a depraved sex-kitten. I blame Tyler for that. Far from being mortified, Daphne laughs as if the enticement delights her.

  “I think I have some catching up to do with your mother,” says Julie. “But I’ll take a rain check, my beautiful girl.”

  Our daughters return to their Sapphic embrace, if anything their passion seems inflamed by having an even bigger audience. Their moans of pleasure are louder and their words of encouragement even filthier.

  I stand up and look Daphne in the eyes. The fire warms us and colors her face, I see all those years on her and yet she could be the girl I said goodbye to when she transferred.

  “All these years,” I murmur. “You know, I married, I went straight and had a daughter. I fought to not be gay.”

  “The same,” says Daphne. “Although I’ve been married a few times and every time I’ve sort of known. Didn’t you feel it? When you kissed him or when your man wanted you to go down on him?”

  “I drank a lot to make it easier,” I confess.

  “Yeah, there’s always that,” she laughs. She reaches out a hand and takes mine. She pulls me away from the fire and towards the moonlit stretch of beach. “Let’s let them have their fun. I want to catch up with you.”

  We walk along the coast side by side. I feel even more like I am lost in a dream. A stupid smile must be plastered on my face, because Daphne laughs when she glances over at me. She stops walking and talks both of my hands. We’re far enough away that the fire is just a glow in the distance and the teenage cries of pleasure are lost in the sound of the surf.

  “Julie told me all about your club,” says Daphne, “and a little about what you’ve gone through over the past year.”

  “Still going through it,” I admit. “But that doesn’t matter now.”

  I lean in and kiss her. She is caught by surprise. She laughs against my lips, but I don’t relent. I press her back a step, are breasts together, my hands tightening and interlacing with hers. Her mouth opens to me and there it is, that sweet tongue I still recalled when I closed my eyes. Our lips seem to meld together and our tongues slip hungrily back and forth in a war of lust. Her moan vibrates into that kiss. We only stop so we can both breathe.

  “Oh, god, Lindsay,” she sighs. “Do you have a hotel or…”

  There’s no stopping me. All of that lust for her explodes and I drag her down onto the beach, the surf lapping at our toes as we kiss and caress. I untie my bikini top and my breasts fall against her blouse. She gathers them in her hands, squeezes them together and leans up to kiss my wide areolas and run her tongue in slow, hot circles around each of my plump nipples. She sucks one and then the other. I cradle her head and pull it against my soft mounds, toes curling at the heat of her breath in my cleavage.

  I untie my sarong and toss it into the ocean. I rise high on my knees and Daphne watches as I untie the strings of my bikini bottoms and let them slip from my round ass and my trimmed, very wet pussy. She caresses my thighs.

  “You haven’t changed,” she murmurs.

  “More than you, maybe,” I say. “But we’re both still hot as hell.”

  She laughs at that and I fall forward again, kissing her laughter, letting her feel my naked body against her. My hands slip under her blouse and I feel the lace of her bra and the soft warmth of her breasts. Her thigh is between my legs and I press against it, my hot pussy against that silky leg, rubbing and gliding on my own juices. She sits up a little and I help her off with the blouse. God, her tits are awesome. They lose a little shape as she sheds the bra, but they are perkier than mine, just a little smaller, but with similar, motherhood-fattened nipples.

  It’s my turn to lean down, brushing the hair from my face and reminding myself of the scent of her body as I bury my face in those warm, welcoming mounds. I kiss them. I shape them with my hands and breathe in Daphne. My lips find a nipple and I lick it and suck it until she squeals with pain. But she only hugs me tighter and spreads her thighs to wrap them around my body.

  “Oh, Lindsay,” she sighs, “we’ve been apart for too long.”

  “Nothing stopping us,” I say, kissing my way to her other nipple, “from making up for lost time.”

  I suck her other nipple so hard she screams and breaks up laughing. She pushes me away from her nipple.

  “Nothing left in there, hon. They got the last of my milk about sixteen years ago.”

  “Julie isn’t your only child?” I ask.

  “No, there’s Ivy too.” She lifts her head and looks at me seriously as I run my tongue around her nipple. “Ivy doesn’t turn eighteen for another couple weeks, so get her out of your mind.”

  I smile devilishly and begin to kiss my way down Daphne’s tanned tummy.

  “I didn’t even know she existed,” kissing my way over her hitching belly, finding it surprisingly flat, “but now that I know…”

  I hook my fingers into the waist of Daphne’s denim shorts. She lifts her ass from the sand and I pull the tight jeans over her hips with a little effort. My fingers catch her panties as I’m pulling down her shorts and I strip both down her thighs. She frees herself completely of her shorts and underwear and tosses them out of reach of the surf. I return my attention to her tanned thighs, the pale patch of her bikini line, and the waxed furrow of her fleshy cunt. She has a piercing in the hood of her clit that glints in the moonlight.

  “Kinky,” I laugh, pulling her legs upright and kissing them as I bend down to her again.

  “I’ve had some fun, but nothing like you and me in that dooohhhhhHHH!”

  I’m glad running my tongue over and around Daphne’s clit can distract her from reminiscing about our dorm days. I spread her fleshy lips with my thumbs and attack the glistening inner pink with long, slow licks that sample her sweetness and travel to the aroused bud of her clit. I inhale the rich scent of her pussy. It triggers memories of listening to her read an assignment aloud while I ducked under her skirt and licked her slit. She had a bush back then, trimmed but substantial. I guess living by the beach makes a woman change her grooming habits.

  My own reminiscing quickly stops as I become lost in the scissoring of her thighs around my head, the sweet taste of her juices, and the shudders of pleasure that rock through her body as I lap at her clit. She works her hips, thrusting against my tongue, bathing me in her copious juices. I press one and then two and three fingers into her pussy. I fuck them in and out as I lick and suck on that prominent bud.

  “Ohhhh I missed thissss,” she cries.

  She arches against me and I can feel the rhythmic clenching of her channel around my fingers. I suck hard on her clit, drawing out Daphne’s orgasm and forcing her eyes to roll back in her head. Her glorious tits shudder and shake with her spasms of pleasure. The crash of the surf seems to rise around us, swallowing up the deep groan of her release as I finish her off.

  “Ahhhh we should have put a towel down,” she laughs, pulling me up and into a kiss. We share her taste on our tongues and she looks into my eyes. “I have sand everywhere now.”

  “Not me,” I reply and suck at her lip as I pull away. “I’ve stayed on my knees.”

  “Oh yeah?” She rolls out from under me. “You stay on your knees then. Let me see that ass.”

  “This one?” I ask, leaning forward and pushing my full onion back at her. She grins so much like Julie it’s ridiculous. Her hands caress my pale ass, spreading me and teasing her fingers over my pussy.

  “I love it,” she says, giving me a smack that makes my cheeks jiggle. “You didn’t have an ass this nice and juicy back in college.”

  “Back then, yours wa
sn’t so ‘juicy’ either,” I jab back, but I can tell she meant no offense. She likes my big butt and sometimes you just have to overcome your self-esteem issues and enjoy the attention.

  Daphne’s kiss meets the soft mound of one cheek. Her hand slaps against the other and I let out a soft cry of anticipation. Without thinking, I wiggle my ass from side to side, inviting her to look and touch me. Her hands spread me to the cool night air. Her lips travel to the inner curve of my crack. The warmth inside. The hot, tender clench of my asshole. Oh my god, she’s licking me there. She’s licking my ass and her fingers are on my clit.

  “Daphne,” I moan.

  Her tongue prowls slow, hot circles around the rim of my hole. Her fingers rub insistently at my clit. My hips move slightly in time to the stroking of her fingers. She moans and I feel it vibrating within the soft crevice of my ass. Her tongue presses into me, opening me and tasting me. Her fingers work inside my aching cunt and I cum for her. I cum fast and hard. I throw back my head and reach one hand back to pull her into the soft cushion of my ass. To demand her fingers fucking me harder and her tongue plunging deeper into my squeezing ring.

  “Ohhhhhh Daphne, yesssss!”

  My orgasm slips away into the warmth of the afterglow and she lifts her face from my ass. She gives my pussy a few licks and sucks my juices from her fingers as she stares at me. All is remembered as we embrace again. Our kiss is languid with pleasure, but as deep as an ocean trench. Our sandy thighs intertwine. Our breasts push together in a warm mass of salt-sprayed softness.

  “I missed you, Lindsay,” she purrs between kisses. “I missed everything about you.”

  “Does this mean you’re joining our club?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

  “Oh, yes,” she laughs and kisses my neck, nibbles my ear, and breathes her answer hotly into my head. “I can’t wait to be introduced to your daughter.”

  “Later,” I say, turning my face to hers. “We have a lot more catching up to do.”

  Exhausting catching up, in the surf and later, back at the Beachcomber. We wear each other out until we lie panting in the bed, under sheens of sweat and other juices, dreamy smiles on both of our faces.

  “This club thing,” pants Daphne. “Are you really okay with me having sex with your teenage daughter?”

  I roll onto my side and tease my fingertips over her quivering breasts.

  “The only thing I want more than you fucking my daughter is me fucking your daughter.” I pinch her nipple and give it a teasing twist. “She looks just like you before two kids.”

  “You bitch!” She cries out with a smile on her face and pushes my hand away from her breast. She grabs me by my shoulder and rolls me roughly onto my belly. “Just for that, I’m going to give you one hell of a spanking.”

  I lift my ass a little and look back, inviting her to give me the spanking I deserve.

  “Oh, you are such a slut!” She exclaims, bouncing onto the bed behind me. “Bad sluts get spanked!”

  She gives me just what I deserve, several more times, before we finally shower and dress and gather at a favorite breakfast spot. I introduce Sofia and Daphne over fruit salad and waffles.

  “You’re so beautiful,” moans Daphne. “It hurts.”

  “You’re hot yourself,” replies Sofia, always game. “So are you joining the club? Do I get to have sex with you?”

  The question comes right as the waitress is bringing us more coffee. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. We wait for her to leave before Daphne answers with an enthusiastic, “You bet your hot little teenage ass.”

  The Second Visit - Julie

  The fun thing about Sofia and Julie hooking up before our first visit to the club, is that Sofia gives me all sorts of pointers for my afternoon with Daphne’s daughter. It turns out mother and daughter are similarly obsessed with ass, Daphne being more of a giver and Julie more of a receiver. Sofia, being the versatile middle ground, is all too eager to be on the receiving end.

  “But you should totally mess with her butt,” she says as we get ready to head to the club. “She went wild when I stuck a finger in there. I can only imagine what sort of dirty tricks you can pull.”

  “I might have to raid the toy box,” I laugh. “It’s been a while since I’ve used the beads.”

  “Oh my god,” she laughs. “Don’t tell me you used those with dad.”

  “I used them with Tyler,” I say. “Well, usually he used them on me, but once or twice he liked to… wait, what am I saying? We’re not talking about your stepfather’s kinks. Not with what you two have been up to together.”

  “Like it’s so much worse than what you and me do at the club,” she mutters.

  I let it go. I’m in a super good mood about seeing Daphne again and about reliving my college days with her gorgeous surfer daughter. I’m not going to let the fucked up situation between Tyler and Sofia stand in the way of a good time. I pack my bag with a few toys from my toy box and I head out to the car.

  Sofia and I have both dressed up a bit more than usual. My hair is in wavy fat curls that fall around my shoulders and Sofia’s has been left very long, but neatly pulled into a braid and as glossy as a shampoo commercial. I took us both shopping a couple days earlier and we picked out lingerie to wear under our end-of-summer dresses. Mine is complicated and expensive, white lace, stockings, and garters, while Sofia kept things simple and stunning, all blue satin and cream-colored accents that hug her teenage body like the bra and panty set was put on her by destiny.

  We both slip into our high-heels last and I have to admit, Sofia looks amazing. I don’t stare too close or unwelcome thoughts might start creeping into my head. The drive to Vince’s house in the woods is an exercise in torture as I try to keep my eyes off Sofia’s long legs. It doesn’t help that she keeps toying with the hem of her dress. What is wrong with me? Why am I constantly at war with this sudden desire for my teenage daughter?

  I shake it off. I’m not weak like Tyler. I won’t give in to these dark urges, not when I have so many other outlets for my lust.

  My friend and partner in the club, Victoria, is waiting for us at the door with her beautiful daughter Brittany. We’re the first duo there and seeing Victoria helps ground me in the reality of our club. I’d warned Victoria that I was bringing a new mother and daughter duo. She was, of course, overjoyed. Any new addition to the club meant more opportunities for fun for the insatiable woman.

  Victoria is dark-haired and shapely, as opposed to her lean ballerina daughter. I hug them both. Victoria embraces Sofia and pulls my daughter into a deep kiss. The two women are something of a couple. It’s a relationship I actively encourage because it serves as a counterbalance to Sofia’s ongoing affair with Tyler. I share a slightly embarrassed look with Brittany will her mother and my daughter lock lips and swap spit right in front of us. They finally separate, ending the embarrassment of the moment.

  “You two look amazing,” says Victoria. “Your girl, Daphne, called and she said she is running a bit late. Christina and Felicity will be here any minute. Let’s have some drinks and relax a little.”

  “None for me,” says Sofia.

  Victoria holds my daughter’s gaze for a moment and then nods knowingly. I feel a pang of jealousy. Sofia probably told Victoria about the pregnancy before she told me. That’s just how this sort of thing works. Mom cares the most, so mom finds out last.

  Christina and Felicity show up before I’ve finished the vodka martini Victoria mixed for me. They were my first recruits to the club, a mother and daughter duo I picked up at the gym after a steamy encounter with Felicity and a hostile encounter with her mother. I thought they’d never show up, but they had a great time last week. Today they get to enjoy the company of Brittany and Victoria.

  “Good to see you again,” says Felicity, flashing her beautiful eyes and copping a feel of my butt overhanging the stool. “I was thinking about you last night. We should go out or something. I know my mom wouldn’t mind.”

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sp; “That would be nice,” I say and put my drink down. “Come here, give me a kiss.”

  I pull her into my lap and we spend several seconds sharing a delicate, soft, teasing kiss. Our mouths open and our tongues flick at each other. I laugh and squeeze her body against mine.

  “You’re as bad as I remembered,” I purr into her ear. “But be a good girl for Victoria.”

  “Oh, she will be a good girl,” says Victoria, leaning in between us, “or she is going to have to be punished.”

  Victoria smacks Felicity on her firm bottom. The teen yelps and hops out of my lap. Victoria and Felicity go giggling up the stairs, hand in hand. Brittany and Christina have already disappeared to one of the private rooms.

  Sofia gives me a look of disappointment.

  “They’ll be here any minute, sweetie,” I assure her.

  Poor girl, she’s probably used to the guys fighting over her on Saturdays with Tyler. She pouts a little and sits on the couch playing a game on her phone.

  It’s more like half an hour before the doorbell rings. My heart pounds in my chest with the realization that I am about to see Daphne and Julie again. I hurry to the door and throw it open. My jaw nearly hits the floor.

  Julie is wearing Daphne’s white and red cheerleader outfit, down to the cheer sweater, pleated skirt, red knee-socks, white sneakers, and red ribbons tied into her twin pigtails. She flashes me with that huge smile and says, “Gooooooooo Sandy State!”

  She shakes red and white pompoms.

  “Oh my god,” is all I can manage. It’s like traveling back in time.

  “It fit her perfectly,” says Daphne, finally drawing my attention.

  Daphne is wearing a red dress with a plunging neckline that shows off the sides of her magnificent breasts. A heart-shaped pendant hangs between her tits. Her hair is up and she has heavy makeup on, but in the fashion of a movie starlet rather than something trashy. Her full lips glisten red.