The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  I spit and rinse and saunter back to the bed. I stand over her, slowly tapping a finger against my lips as I admire Hitomi’s naked body.

  “Now what am I going to do with you this morning?”

  Hitomi stretches out an arm and slides it between my thighs. I raise an eyebrow as her fingers search for the heat of my pussy. She strokes my entrance very lightly before using all four fingers against my clit in slow circles.

  “Mmmmm, that’s an idea,” I moan. “There’s something else I need to, mmm, talk to you about first.”

  “Anything,” she says, pressing her fingertips more insistently.

  “There is a club,” I say. “The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club.”

  “The name is for lesbians? This club is for girls?” She shakes her head and admits, “I do not understand this.”

  “You saw the pictures of my daughter Sofia,” I say, indicating the photos on the bookshelf next to the bed. “I go there with Sofia. We meet other mothers and daughters there and then we swap. Do you understand?”

  “Another girl becomes your daughter?” Her dark brows knit with confusion.

  I smile and sit down on the bed next to her, stroking her breast and slowly teasing my finger around one of her little brown nipples.

  “They don’t become my daughter,” I say. “They become my lover. So it is older women with younger women, just for fun. For sex.”

  “You do this with your daughter,” she says. “This is normal for America?”

  “No, it is definitely something… special.”

  Hitomi nods slowly.

  “I think I understand. You are lonely and you like a younger woman. But you cannot be with your daughter, who is very beautiful like you. So you go to club where there is another beautiful girl for you and you trade them. How long does this last?”

  “A few hours,” I say. “Once or twice they have visited me at home or somewhere else. But it’s not a permanent thing.”

  “But my mother is very far away and Elaine… she is not beautiful.”

  “I don’t want Elaine anywhere near the club, but… I might be able to work something out with Victoria. She’s my friend and my daughter’s lover. I started the club with Victoria.”

  “This is very complicated.”

  “It is,” I agree. “But if you are going to be staying with me, if you are going to be with me like last night, I want to be honest with you.”

  She takes my hand and pulls it to her lips. She kisses my fingers. She looks into my eyes and begins to suck my fingers.

  “Thank you,” she says between sucks. “I am with you now, Lindsay. Hitomi and Lindsay are together. This is finally true. And you are so beautiful. You teach me all the ways to feel good. To feel… love.”

  I lean down and kiss her. It’s impossible to keep Hitomi out of my arms and I pull her tightly against my breasts. For a long time, we only kiss, softly, our tongues lightly playing against one another. The kiss deepens and I lower her down onto the bed. My thigh presses between her slender legs.

  My kiss leaves her lips to seek her breasts. I fondle them gently with both hands and torment her nipples with slow, delicate licks. She whimpers and thrusts against me. She works her hip, grinding her hot, slick pussy onto my thigh. My lips pop with suction as I pull at her nipple.

  My kiss does not linger long at her breast. I yearn for her sweetness and my kiss moves down her body, over the flatness of her hitching tummy, to the soft mound of her sex. I bury my face between her thighs and moan as I begin to lick. Hitomi’s sweetness pours across my tongue, her nectar spilling into my mouth as I suck at her tender folds and batter her clit with focused licks.

  She props herself up on the pillow so she can watch me. Her face is flushed, her hair wild and hanging in her face, and her little tits heaving with her panting breaths. I look up at her, my tongue buried in her hot, clutching channel.

  “Oh, Lindsay,” she moans, arching her back and pressing against my mouth. “Oh, it is so good. The way you touch me. Ohhhhh!”

  She cums for me, thighs squeezing my head, nectar pouring into my mouth, but she craves more. I flip her onto her tummy. She is giggling, face down, flat against the bed, as I press my face to her firm ass and begin to lick. The giggling stops immediately. Her little hole is clenched tight, but my tongue is insistent.

  “Your tongue is in my ass,” moans Hitomi. She adds in Japanese, “It is like a dream.”

  I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m lapping away at her little teenage pucker while she plays with her clit when the door to my bedroom opens. My head jerks up. Hitomi screeches in surprise and scrambles across the bed to cover herself with a pillow. I sit up on my knees and cover my breasts.

  Sofia goes red with embarrassment, but she walks into the room instead of walking out.

  “Oh my god, I’m sorry to interrupt,” says Sofia. She leans across the bed and offers her hand to Hitomi. “Hi, I am Sofia.”

  Hitomi looks and me and then back at my daughter. She lightly takes Sofia’s hand and shakes.

  “I am Hitomi Asa.” She bows her head. “I can, um, go into the other room… if you…”

  “She is really cute, mom,” says Sofia. “Wow. You had that type, I thought. That big butt, big breast, blond girl.”

  “You mean, like me?” I scowl at her.

  “I mean, she’s just so, adorable.” She turns to Hitomi. “You’re adorable. Wow.”

  “Thank you,” Hitomi laughs.

  “So has my mom recruited you yet?” Sofia plops down on the bed.

  “I told her about the club,” I say interject. “She’s interested.”

  “I am interested,” agrees Hitomi. “Is this club very fun?”

  “Oh my god, so much fun,” enthuses Sofia. “You can do whatever you want with the most beautiful women you have ever met. It’s like, I never imagined it would be like this, but my life is so awesome. Do you want me to show you?”

  “Hai,” says Hitomi.

  My daughter starts to lift her sweater, exposing her tight undershirt and the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. I’m shocked by Sofia’s behavior. She’s been much more forward lately, but I can’t believe she is taking off her clothes, and I don’t think Hitomi is ready for this. I reach out my hand to stop her and instead my fingers collide with my daughter’s breast as she strips off her undershirt.

  “Whoa, mom, calm down,” she giggles, pulling my hand against her breast. She strokes my fingers and for a long moment the world goes away. I look from my hand on my daughter’s pert breast to her brown eyes. I can hear my heart beating in my head.

  Hitomi leans into this tunnel vision and she kisses my daughter, breaking the paralyzing spell. I quickly draw my hand away as Sofia turns her full attention to Hitomi and the two teenagers, one my daughter and the other my lover, begin to passionately kiss. They laugh between kisses. They press closer together.

  Sofia’s breasts are a little larger, her nipples slightly bigger and pink instead of brown. Sofia is saying something, comparing the sizes, as they push them together. I can’t quite hear the words. The moment is too intense for my brain to process. My daughter is making out with another girl in my bed. With a shimmy of her hips and a few kicks, Sofia has stripped out of her jeans. She’s wearing only her pink bikini-cut panties and her kitten-toed socks.

  Sofia turns onto her hands and knees and I can’t help but admire the way her breasts hang and the roundness of her bottom in the clingy panties.

  “Mom?”

  Sofia snaps me all the way out of my trance.

  “Huh? What is it honey?”

  “I asked you if this is okay,” she says and I realize both Sofia and Hitomi are looking at me expectantly. “Do you mind if I play with Hitomi?”

  “Oh, uh, of course not,” I say.

  “Cool. You can join in,” says Sofia, turning her attention back to Hitomi before she sees my shocked reaction.

  God help me, I watch every moment of it. The momentum builds between
them. Their kisses become caresses and caresses become tongues and fingers exploring their bodies. My daughter is more aggressive. Hitomi laughs a lot as Sofia’s kisses trail down Hitomi’s body, between her slender thighs, and begin to lick at her pussy. Sofia pulls Hitomi’s legs over her shoulders. Her fingers go to work on the sexy Japanese girl.

  I feel a certain strange pride watching Sofia with Hitomi. As if my daughter has learned all my tricks and has grown into a confident lover. Truthfully, I’m probably the last person she has learned this from, but it still gives me pride. It’s also driving me crazy. I actually get up from the bed to prevent myself from joining in, but Hitomi won’t allow it.

  “Please, Miss Lindsay,” she moans, her head propped up on the pillows. “I wish to have a kiss.”

  How could I say no when she is asking so nicely? I walk around the side of bed, trying to ignore the fact that my daughter is naked except for her panties and slurping away between Hitomi’s thighs. I focus on Hitomi, sighing and beautiful, silky black hair spread around her on the pillow. I kneel beside the bed and caress her face.

  “You are the most beautiful woman,” she says in Japanese. “You are like a mother to me.”

  It’s a weird thing to say when she follows it up by pulling me down into a passionate kiss. Our lips join together and our tongues collide in that hidden heat.

  “Your breasts,” she moans, between kisses, and I know exactly what she wants. I let the weight of my big, soft breasts fall in Hitomi’s face. She laughs with delight and she squeezes my tits against her face. Her moans vibrate against my chest.

  Her giggling becomes kissing and soon she has found her way to one of my nipples. She sucks the same way she did earlier; it’s a hard rhythmic suction like she is trying to get milk from my plump breasts. It’s a little weird, but I like it, and as she sucks, I begin to stroke my clit.

  “Oh, yes,” cries Hitomi. “This is heaven. I am with angels in heaven.”

  “Angels?” Sofia giggles. Her lips and chin are glistening with Hitomi’s juices. “I think you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

  We are devils. Our limbs and bodies tangle on the bed. The only barrier is that I do not touch Sofia, unless it is an accident, and she does not touch me. But we watch each other, connected by the endlessly game Hitomi, and that is good enough.

  The bedroom fills with sighs and moans and the soft pants of exhaustion that follow a toe curling orgasm. Sofia rides atop Hitomi’s face and I lick Hitomi’s little pussy. We kneel, one behind the other, with Hitomi behind me and Sofia behind her. Sofia and I cooperate to pleasure the foreign exchange student. We share Hitomi’s breasts. Our fingers collaborate on her pussy. I bend back Hitomi’s legs and Sofia licks her ass while I like Hitomi’s pussy.

  On and on, twisting and tribbing, kissing and fingers and sucking, until the three of us lie together exhausted and entangled. I think it’s Sofia who suggests we go out to the hot tub. She gets it warmed up and calls us out. Hitomi and I come running out, dropping our tales and slipping our naked bodies into the hot, churning water.

  “Ohhhhhhhh, yeah,” I laugh. “I needed this. I feel like I pulled every muscle.”

  “I’m not surprised. You were doing that thing standing up and holding Hitomi’s legs… I can’t believe you did that.”

  “Oh, you think your mom is an old lady? Out of tricks?” I splash water at her. “You need to up your game.”

  “Apparently,” says Sofia. “I’m impressed. You’ve got moves. For like an old lady.”

  I splash her again.

  “She is good mom,” says Hitomi.

  I pull her into my lap, sliding a protective arm around her from behind. She relaxes back against me, her head against my breasts and her chin just barely above the water.

  “Yeah,” agrees Sofia. She reaches her foot out of the water and pinches one of Hitmoi’s nipples between her toes.

  “AAhhhhh!” Hitomi cries out and begins laughing. Hitomi grabs my daughter’s foot and begins sucking on Sofia’s toes.

  “Alright, enough of that, you two,” I say. “We’re out here to relax and it’s already hot enough.”

  They flirting and playing never completely stops, but we keep it cool and talk about non-sexual things. I tell Hitomi and Sofia about my recent job hunt. No, I’m not looking for work as a tutor again, just something to keep my busy a few days a week and supplement my alimony. Some of my interviews have been a little… unconventional.

  “An escort?” Sofia stares in shock.

  “What is this… escort?” asks Hitomi.

  “Like a prostitute,” explains Sofia. “She would be going to see men—“

  “Okay, that’s enough. First of all, I didn’t say I took the job. Second of all, it was for a job managing an escort service. More like a madam, I guess.”

  “It’s illegal. Who did you even interview with for this job?”

  “One of Vince’s friends. You know, the guy who owns the house.”

  “Oh, believe me, I know him,” says Sofia, rolling her eyes.

  Yes, her Saturday activities include her continuing involvement in the male version of our club. The original daughter swapping club. And Vince has probably had sex with my daughter a half a dozen times at this point. It’s weird to acknowledge that. She’s definitely not a lesbian.

  “Anyway, it pays really well, but I probably won’t take it. For the whole illegal reason.” Sofia glares at me and I splash her with water. “Change the subject, please.”

  Hitomi tells us about her home town of Kamakura. She describes the historic buildings and the boats and the trees in summer. She talks about loving the town and her family, but hating the school.

  “America is much better,” she declares. “Free to be myself.”

  “I think you’re just saying that because you’re away from your usual environment,” says Sofia. “I keep so many secrets from my friends it’s not even funny. Even going to stores and stuff around here I worry about somehow the clerk knows about my life. It’s the downside of, you know, what we have going.”

  Our conversation continues until my fingers go all prune-like from the hot water. Hitomi decides it’s time for her to go to bed. She shares a long kiss with Sofia and then an even longer kiss with me.

  “I will sleep in your bed tonight,” she says. “It would make me happy.”

  “Me too,” I say, squeezing her hand under the water. I admire her glistening body as she steps out of the tub and heads into the house. Sofia slides around to my side of the hot tub and leans against me as Hitomi climbs up the stairs.

  “She’s great,” says Sofia. “So she is going to be staying with us all semester?”

  “If Elaine will allow it. She has school tomorrow, you know?”

  Sofia looks pointedly into my eyes. I see a bit of myself in her face and some of Tyler too, but in those full lips and her eyes I see more of my mother. She was beautiful and Sofia is more beautiful than I have ever been.

  “Are you trying to say something to me by inviting her to live with us?”

  “What?” I rock back a little. “What? No. Like what would I even—“

  “Let’s not pretend,” says Sofia, sliding closer and stroking my leg under the water. “I know you’re jealous about me and daddy. Don’t deny it, Victoria told me all about it during our trip to Paris. So that’s why what happened, um, happened in Paris.”

  “You mean… at the club…”

  She smiles devilishly and nods. I can’t even say within the confines of my own head what happened in Paris, but the memories are intense and vividly erotic.

  “That can’t happen,” I say.

  “It can’t happen,” she agrees. “And that’s why you invited Hitomi, isn’t it? She’s like garlic and I’m…”

  She slides so close that our bodies press together. Her lips almost touch mine.

  “…like a vampire.”

  “You’re my daughter,” I say, my heart beating a bass drum in my chest.

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��That’s right,” says Sofia, that devilish smile widening a little bit. Her lips press against mine. The kiss is short, passionate, and shocking for its forbidden nature. My mouth feels hot from the momentary touch of her tongue. “Hitomi will be the glue that holds us together. When I touch her, I will touch you and when you touch her…”

  “Yes,” I moan reaching out for her under the water.

  Sofia pulls away.

  “It has to be like that,” she says. “Don’t be jealous of Tyler. I may call him dad, but that’s out of habit. He got demoted from stepdad to a lover. You’re not my step-anything. You’re mom. You have to stay that way.”

  “Of course,” I say. “Of course. We’ve done too much already and I –“

  “Shhhh,” she caresses my face. “No guilt. Happy memories. Happy future. I love you, mom.”

  “I love you, Sofia!”

  I throw my arms around her. Our hug is powerful and maternal. I know she’s right and for now, at least, the tension between us has lifted.

  Some part of me knows that tension will be back.

  Part Seven

  Exchanges

  Working Things Out

  I am doing step aerobics, trying to firm up my big butt, when the playlist on my phone is interrupted by a mysterious text. Actually there is no text in the text, it’s just a photo. My heart is already pounding from the workout. It nearly stops when I see the that the subject of the photograph is my daughter.

  Sofia, beautiful and definitely showing her baby bump, leans in and passionately kisses a man. The man is Tyler Brody, my ex-husband and Sofia’s step-father. Making the photo even worse, Tyler has his hand resting possessively on Sofia’s belly. The fact that Sofia is pregnant has stopped being a secret. The fact that she is in a passionate relationship with the man she used to call “daddy” before my divorce is much more scandalous.

  Who the fuck is sending me these texts? Who would take this picture? Why would they send it to me?

  Another text pops up below the photo.

  “What a cute couple.”

  “Who is this??” I reply.

  “I’m at your front door. Let me in.”