The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  Sofia is sprawled on the long couch with a blanket over her lap and Alana cradled against her left breast. Her right breast is exposed, enormous and engorged with milk, her nipple thick, erect, and raw from being sucked by her daughter. My granddaughter.

  She lifts her head from looking at Alana and the motherly smile on her face fades, but not entirely. I haven’t hurt her that bad.

  “You’re back,” she says, shifting her legs to make room on the couch. “Come here and sit by me.”

  I slide onto the couch next to her and lean against her shoulder. Newborn babies have that very specific smell that’s not bad, but it’s a little strange. I can also smell Sofia’s milk and sitting next to her I can see it beading on her nipple. I feel a pang of something in my tummy and I quickly focus my full attention Alana.

  “She’s beautiful,” I murmur. “She has her father’s eyes.”

  “That’s what I told Tyler,” says Sofia. “Do you want to hold her?”

  “Yeah, I do,” I hold out my arms.

  She gently pops Alana’s suckling mouth from her left breast. Little Alana looks around at the sudden end to her delicious meal. I take her into my arms and cradle her against my blouse. Almost immediately, she begins rooting for a nipple.

  “Ahhhhh!” I exclaim as she finds what she is looking for even through my shirt. I adjust how I am holding her and Sofia laughs and fits a pacifier into Alana’s mouth.

  “She’s a hungry little girl,” chuckles Sofia.

  I stroke the dark hair on her head. I know from experience that her hair is going to turn blond in a few months. Alana’s big eyes slowly close and she nestles into my arms. I fight to keep the welling tears out of my eyes.

  “I know why you left yesterday,” says Sofia as she closes the cups of her nursing bra. “I know it’s hard, mom. Tyler and I… we love each other. We want to raise Alana together.”

  “And with Victoria and Brittany,” I add.

  “With Victoria,” she says. “Who isn’t attracted to Tyler. It’s not like that. And Brittany will be going back to college soon.”

  “Look, I have no room to judge you, and I’m not judging you. It hurts to see my life rearranged like this, with the man I used to love and my daughter getting married and now Alana… it’s a lot to deal with emotionally. That’s what I was doing last night.”

  “Not getting drunk and picking up cute girls?” asks Sofia.

  I blush, because she knows me too well.

  “What was her name?” she asks.

  “Bailey,” I answer. “I’ll probably never talk to her again. I didn’t even leave my number.”

  “That’s cold,” chuckles Sofia. “So Bailey helped you get over all of this?”

  “Not get over, but embrace it. Trying to fight it will only hurt me and everyone I love.” I smile at Sofia and for the first time in the past couple days the smile isn’t forced. “Congratulations, sweetie. On Alana and your new family and everything else.”

  “You’re still part of that, mom,” she says, leaning against me.

  We talk about the plans for the wedding and I tentatively agree to attend. After an hour or so of talking with Sofia, Alana needs a diaper change, and as grandma I get to hand that responsibility off to mom.

  “I need to change my clothes anyway,” I say.

  “Can you send Tyler down?”

  “Yeah, honey, sure,” I say, heading back upstairs.

  I send Tyler down and head up to my bedroom to take a shower and change clothes. The warm water works with the Tylenol I took earlier to wash my hangover down the shower’s drain. Can I really go to the wedding? Have the past 24 hours really grown me that much as a person?

  I’m still mulling that over as I step out of the shower and begin drying myself off in the steamy bathroom. I hear a knock on the door and a moment later Hitomi pokes her head into the room.

  “What’s up?” I ask, making no attempt to hide my naked body from the Japanese beauty.

  “Um, there is someone at the door,” says Hitomi. “She says she knows you. Her name is Bailey.”

  “Baliey?!”

  I throw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and rush down the stairs, my braless tits bouncing and my wet hair soaking my old grungy t-shirt. Bailey is waiting for me on one of the leather couches in the front room of the house. She’s just as country girl beautiful as I remember. Plump in all the right ways to stir my lust, but also a little bit terrifying, because she was a one night stand and here she is in my house.

  “Um, hey,” she says, standing up. “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know where else to go?”

  As I step closer I see that her eyes are puffy and there are faint track marks of mascara that she has wiped away.

  “What happened?”

  “Mom kicked me out,” says Bailey. “This bitch I work with called my mom and told her I left with some woman. My mom confronted me about it… it just all came out of me. Everything. I told her things we did until she screamed at me and threw my stuff out the window of my bedroom.”

  My immediate reaction is that I want to slap the crap out of Bailey’s mom. Instead, I hug the redheaded country girl, pulling her tight against me so that I feel the softness of her curves. She buries her face against my shoulder and begins sobbing. I rub her back as her tears soak through my shirt.

  “You can stay here,” I say. “My bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

  “I didn’t know where else to go,” she sobs. “I’m sorry, Lindsay.”

  “Don’t apologize. Let me help you bring some of your stuff in.”

  She has piled her clothes and personal belongings into several big garbage bags that fill the back of her pickup truck. I help her carry them up to my bedroom. As we’re finishing up, Tyler comes out to see what is going on. I see the twinkle in his eye as he looks her over. I put myself between her and him.

  “She’s staying with me,” I say. “Her mother just kicked her out for being a lesbian.”

  “Oh, right,” says Tyler, running a nervous hand through his hair. “I get it.”

  “It’s nice to meet you,” says Bailey, reaching past me. “Lindsay told me so much about you and can I just say that you are a total piece of shit.”

  Tyler rocks back on his heels. I burst out laughing.

  “You know you had that coming,” I say, pushing him playfully. I turn to Bailey, “Tyler and I worked through it this morning.”

  “Oh!” Her face goes deep red. “Oh, god, I’m sorry.”

  “No problem,” says Tyler. “It’s nice to meet you, Bailey.”

  He gives her curves one last look and heads out to his car. Apparently Sofia asked for some burgers and he’s going on a food run. I take Bailey upstairs to help her unpack all of her stuff.

  “Let me just clear out one of these dressers,” I say.

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” says Bailey. “You’re being so generous to me. I don’t want it to feel like I’m moving in to stay.”

  I ignore her humbleness and start pulling clothes out of the dresser I use less.

  “I have two dressers and this one was Tyler’s. When he moved out my stuff started to overflow into this one. I can move some stuff to the closet.”

  Bailey sorts and arranges her clothes into piles. I’m impressed at what I see. The girl may be from the country, but she has some real style, and isn’t afraid to go sexy.

  “I like this one,” I say, holding up a sheer lavender babydoll with a plunging neckline.

  “Oh, god,” laughs Bailey. “I forgot I had that. I wonder if it still fits. It’s completely see-through, you know? I didn’t know when I bought it.”

  “Did you wear it out without knowing?” I laugh.

  “No, I caught it in the mirror at home,” she says. “I wore it a couple times for boys. They, uh, seemed to like it.”

  “Why don’t you try it on,” I suggest, handing it to her.

  “Right now?”

  I chew my lower lip and nod
my head slowly.

  “To be honest,” I murmur, coming around to her side of the bed, “I wanted to fuck you as soon as I got over the shock of seeing you again.”

  I stroke her hips and pull her closer. She has that same minty gum-breath from the first time I kissed her. I bring my lips right up to hers, but I don’t quite make contact. She shudders against me.

  “Oh, god, me too,” she whispers. “Okay, I’ll put it on. Let me take a shower first.”

  “I’ll change into something a little sexier too,” I promise. “And I’ll put away all this stuff.”

  She grabs a matching pair of lavender panties and her babydoll and heads into the bathroom. I hear her exclaim about how nice the bathroom is as she closes the door.

  Once I have Bailey’s stuff put away in the dress, I strip off my shirt and shorts and look through my lingerie drawer.

  I choose black stockings and a semi-sheer midnight blue bra, panty, and garter set. I’ve actually never worn this outfit before. I look amazing. My nipples stiffen as I run my hands over my curves and imagine how I am going to touch Bailey. I do the best I can with my hair and makeup using only what I have in my purse. Mostly mascara, eye shadow, some base, and lipstick. I stretch out on the bed in an enticing pose, but drift off to sleep waiting for Bailey.

  “Sleeping beauty,” I hear, warm and soft in my ear. “Wake up.”

  Bailey kisses me very gently on the lips and strokes her hands down over my hips and thighs. It’s only a passing caress. She kneels beside me and gives me room to sit up. Maybe it’s my sleepiness, but Bailey is dreamily beautiful.

  The lavender babydoll hangs on her body like the veils of a harem girl, revealing and yet teasing more. Her plump nipples are erect and her breasts are heave with her excited breathing. The lavender fabric of the panties is just a little darker than the babydoll, hiding just a little more, but not so much that I can’t see the complete absence of her pubic hair.

  “You shaved,” I murmur.

  “Do you like it?”

  She leans back and parts her knees a little as she runs her hand over her vulva. Her shorn pussy is delicate and fleshy and there is a hint of moisture between it and the gauzy panties.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, my heart beginning to pound with desire.

  “The garters and stockings are killing me,” she says, running her hand down one of my stocking-covered legs. “Your legs are so hot. Want to wrap them around my head?”

  “Yes,” I say. “But not yet.”

  I have to kiss her. I have to let my lust flower fully in that hot embrace as her mouth opens to me and her tongue and mine twist together. The warmth of her body stirs the flames inside me. I fondle her breasts, lifting and shaping the round weight of them as I use my thumbs to rub her nipples through her gown.

  “Ooohh,” she gasps against my lips. “I want you to suck them. I was thinking about how you suck my tits while I was in the bath. Will you… oooh… will you suck them for me?”

  “Yessss,” I hiss, moving down from her lips to her warm cleavage, scented with my bubble bath.

  I gently pull the neckline of her babydoll to one side, freeing her left nipple and most of her breast. I moan as I kiss my way to her fat bud and puffy areola, running my tongue around it and feeling the tiny bumps. I bend her nipple with my tongue, marveling at the size of it as I gather her titflesh in my mouth and begin to suckle at Bailey’s fat breast.

  “Yes, oh, god,” she moans, cradling my head. “Suck me. Suck my tits.”

  Her magnificently huge breasts receive the full attention of my hands and tongue and sucking mouth. I slurp at her fat areolas and draw her tender breasts into my mouth as much as I can. I moan around her and slide one hand between her shapely thighs to feel the hot gusset of her panties and trace the dewy groove of her pussy.

  The weight of my lust carries her over onto her back. With mutual jiggling and giggling. Bailey does not resist me. She thrusts her panty-covered pussy against my fingers and holds my head against her heaving breasts. Her nipples are red from being sucked and glisten with my saliva as I finally lift my head from her chest and return my mouth to hers. She moans hungrily into the kiss. As our tongues resume their dance, I slide my hand into her panties.

  My fingers delve into the sucking heat of her pussy and drive deeper as she gasps and rocks her hips to meet my touch. I suck on her lower lip, stretching it out a little, and a hot gasp of pleasure escapes the redheaded teen. My fingers meet no resistance in her slick channel. I rub my thumb against her clit as I pump two and then a wedge of three fingers in and out of her teenage fuckhole.

  “I’m going to taste you,” I say, kissing her shoulder and back down to her breast.

  “Not like that,” she moans. “Turn around. Please, I want to lick you too.”

  How can I refuse?

  I roll off of Bailey in order to straddle her face and offer up my panty-clad ass and pussy. I’m so overheated I don’t bother stripping off any of my underwear. Not that it matters to Bailey, as my tongue finds her clit, she buries her face against the blue lace of my panties and sucks at my aching slit through my underwear. We moan with mutual pleasure.

  It becomes a friendly competition to see who can make the other cum first. I employ all of my talents of finger-fucking, clit-lapping and pussy-sucking. Her hot velvet spills her honey into my mouth and my fingers slosh wetly in and out of her channel. I can feel the tension building in her thighs, but it’s not enough.

  Bailey is a woman possessed by her newfound desires. She squeezes and smacks my ass. She yanks m panties aside and buries her face against my substantial bottom. Her nose is crammed in my hot crack and her tongue assaults my throbbing clit. I moan against her, desperately sucking at her fat bud in the hope of driving her to ecstasy first. She stops licking for a moment and spreads my ass wider. Her hot, squirming tongue ambushes my clenching asshole. It’s only a few lubricating licks, but it makes me buck against her face. She drives two fingers into my helpless hole and returns her tongue to feverishly flicking my fuckbutton.

  My ecstasy rises from within me like the magma of a volcano. There is an explosion of pleasure, my ass clenching against her thrusting fingers and my clit and pussy beating like a drum against her tongue.

  “Ohhhhhh Bailey!” I cry against her pussy. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!”

  Hot, convulsing waves of pleasure ripple through my body and Bailey moans against my pussy. At the peak of my orgasm, I suck mightily at her cunt. My fingers pump into her pussy. Every bit of my pleasure is transformed into desire to reciprocate.

  “Yesss!” hisses Bailey against my ass.

  She pulls her knees up and arches beneath me. Her button seems to twitch like a man’s in the throes of his orgasm and a flood of her cum bursts from her slick folds. The curvy teenager squirts all over my bed, soaking my eager tongue, my chin, and gushing her silky juices onto my duvet. I suck greedily at her, reveling in the last of my orgasm and slurping the juices from Bailey’s pussy.

  We are momentarily spent by our pleasure. I roll beside her and she scoots into my arms, kissing me eagerly, sharing our tastes and caressing me as our legs intertwine.

  “Can we do it some more?” she asks, her big eyes pleading with me.

  “Of course,” I laugh. “I just need to catch my breath.”

  For the next couple hours, Bailey hardly gives me a chance to do much breath catching. She goes down on me hungrily, then sits on my face for me to return the favor. She’s not afraid to smother with her fat ass or her enormous breasts, and I appreciate that the shy lesbian teen has overcome her self-consciousness over her deliciously abundant body.

  Once I have finally managed to exhaust her lust, we sprawl together on the bed, breathless and drenched in sweat the air-conditioning is turning ice cold. Her face and upper chest are flushed deeply from exertion. I lazily kiss her fat nipple, still a little raw and red from my sucking.

  “I’ll sleep in your bed while I’m staying here,” sh
e murmurs. “If you sleep in it with me.”

  “Sleep?” I chuckle and kiss her nipple.

  “Some sleep,” she agrees.

  As she smiles at me, I think about the club that is at the root of so much of my life now. I will have to tell Bailey. It’s one thing for her to embrace her lesbianism, but can she accept a swapping lifestyle where every weekend will involve pleasure with a different woman.

  “What?” she asks, noticing the odd look on my face.

  “There’s something I have to tell you,” I say. “But it can wait until tomorrow. We need to sleep.”

  Her hand glides over my sweaty abdomen and presses between my thighs. I whimper at the unexpected pleasure of her fingers on my clit.

  “Sleep can wait until tomorrow too,” she says and kisses me passionately before I can object.

  Epilogue

  My Strange and Wonderful Life

  One Year Later

  The sound of a neighbor a few doors down running a weed whacker pulls me back from the edge of sleep. I sit up slowly, my body burnished an even gold by the California sun, my bikini lines fading from weeks of tanning nude. My ample breasts shift as I sit all the way up. The afternoon sunlight sparkles in the placid surface of my back yard pool. I reach for my lemonade, but a fly has drowned itself in the glass.

  “Ew,” I say, standing up and padding across the hot patio and back inside the air-conditioned cool of the house. I dump the glass in the sink and pad over to the staircase. I can hear the sound of video games from upstairs.

  “Would you like some lunch?” I call up.

  No answer. I’m used to it. I wrap myself in a towel and climb upstairs to Sofia’s room. It has been heavily rearranged, with the pink painted over with dark purple and heavy metal posters going up alongside explicit fantasy artwork. The painting of two nude blondes 69ing while a dragon watches draws my eye.

  “Bailey,” I say to the curvy redhead sitting on a black beanbag. “Did you want some lunch?”

  She’s playing one of her shooter video games on the big TV I bought her for her birthday. She waves to me to acknowledge my presence, but is too involved in the virtual bloodshed of her game to turn and look at me. I might be used to the barmaid spending her off hours playing video games, but I refuse to be ignored.