The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  I drop the towel from my shapely body and saunter over to her, dropping to my knees behind her beanbag chair and pressing the weight of my sun-gold tits against the back of her neck. I drape my arms over her shoulders and run my hands over Bailey’s ample mounds.

  “Lindsay… what are you doing?” She asks, still invested in her video game. Gunfire clatters from the characters on screen and a bomb of some sort explodes.

  “You’ve been shut up here all day,” I say and begin kissing her neck. “Hitomi is out shopping. Let’s have some fun together.”

  I fondle her soft breasts through the t-shirt she is wearing. She lets out a distracted moan as I suck at her supple neck. Her nipples begin to stiffen through the shirt and I catch them with my fingers and teasingly pinch them.

  “Ahhhh alright,” she cries out, throwing the controller aside. “You got me killed. Now you’re gonna get it!”

  She has a playfully angry look on her face as she twists to face me and lurches off the beanbag. I cry out as she knocks me to the carpet and lands atop me. A grab her round ass in her shorts, squeezing her cheeks until she grabs my hands and pins my arms to the floor. I am pretty sure I am stronger than Bailey, but I let her win.

  “Mmmmm, your hair smells like the sun,” she says, nuzzling a lock out of the way so she can kiss my shoulder and neck. “And the rest of you smells like coconuts.”

  “All of me?” I giggle as her kiss teases my lips for a moment.

  “Guess I’ll have to find out,” she says, pressing her thigh between my legs and against the soft heat of my pussy. I suck in a breath and Bailey kisses me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and running her hand over my right breast to squeeze it and pinch at the fat bud of my nipple. Her kiss moves south with urgency, her lips exploring my breasts and the valley between them. I moan as she crushes my ample mounds against her face and runs her hot tongue over and around my erect nipples.

  “Oh, Bailey, suck themmmm,” I moan, cradling her head against my chest. She looks up at me, eyes glittering as she sucks hard on my left nipple and then my right. Her hot saliva bathes my nipples and her tongue swirls and sends hot pleasure shuddering through my body. As she sucks at my breasts, her thigh grinds against my pussy. It’s nearly enough to make me cum.

  Bailey has grown so much in the year since we’ve been together. I gave her a home when her mother kicked her out of the house for sleeping with me. Ever since then she has been in Sofia’s old room, although just as often she spends the night in my bed, reminding me of all the trouble I caused. She has fully embraced her lesbianism, eschewing boys in favor of me and a rotating list of girlfriends and one night stands. Not that I am jealous of her active sex life. I have my fun with other women as well.

  Besides, she keeps coming back to me.

  “I have to taste that pussy,” she murmurs as her kiss moves lower. “I wonder if it will actually taste like coconuts.”

  She slides from atop me and pushes my legs back, shamelessly exposing my blonde-tufted pussy and the pink wrinkle of my asshole. She plants teasing kisses on the backs and sides of my thighs. Her tongue flutters against my tender anus and I clench against her teasing licks.

  “Bailey, you are so bad,” I moan with a grin on my face.

  She giggles at my reaction, planting the flat of her tongue against my asshole and giving me a good, slow, swirling lick before moving up to my pussy. I look up into her mischievous eyes as she buries her tongue in my hot cunt, tasting me and sucking softly at my folds.

  “Oooohhhhh, Bailey, you’re good,” I cry.

  She slips her tongue from my cunt and agrees, “So good.”

  She dives back in, lashing my clit relentlessly and curling two fingers into the hot clutch of my cunt. Her eyes never leave mine as she batters my clit and pumps those fingers in and out, driving me to the brink of pleasure. Her scarlet hair tickles against the back of my thighs. She moans and laughs against my pussy, the sound shuddering through my core and stirring my ecstasy.

  “Ahhhhhh! Yesss!” I cry, totally at her mercy in this position, but willing to enjoy whatever she has in store for me.

  She suddenly begins sucking at my clit, drawing at my folds and the sensitive bud of my pleasure. My orgasm bursts within me and ripples through my body. She sucks lewdly at my clit as my juices spill into her mouth and down her chin. She does not relent until I am a whimpering, quaking mess, my crack slick with her saliva and my nectar.

  Bailey releases me from this awkward position and climbs atop my face, straddling me and offering me the hot, flannel gusset of her shorts. I pull them aside and bury my tongue up her steamy snatch. There is not holding me back after that clit-sucking she just gave me. I grab her ass with both hands, squeezing it roughly, peeling down the back of her shorts as I smother beneath her hot cunt.

  “Ohhhhh fuck,” she moans, her meaty thighs straddling my face and her hot musk in my nostrils. I breathe her aroused scent as I tongue her throbbing cunt. She works her hips in her tight shorts and I catch a glimpse of her plump ass in the mirror, the short disappearing between her cheeks except where I have them pulled down to reveal her crack.

  Bailey is extremely wet and eager, grinding hard against my tongue and spilling her sweet honey against my tongue and down my throat. I offer my tongue up to her and she rides my mouth hard, her plump breasts heaving in her t-shirt, her thick nipples clearly visible beneath the fabric. I work her shorts lower and press two fingers into her crack, massaging the tight divot of her asshole as I pleasure her clit with my tongue.

  “Almost… almost makes up… for getting me killed in… the gaaaAAAAHHHHHH!” She throws back her head and rides my face so hard it hurts my nose. I offer no complaint, instead chosing that moment to push a fingertip into her clenching anus. Her wailing hitches at the intrusion, but she thrusts back and takes my finger to the second knuckle.

  By the time Bailey finally dismounts from my face, breath heavy and her thick thighs trembling, I am drenched in sweat. She climbs onto the bed that used to belong to my daughter and rolls onto her back.

  “Holy shit, Lindsay,” she laughs. “You are the best.”

  “Mmmmm, I know,” I say, fanning myself to cool off.

  She flips over and crawls on her tummy to the edge of the bed. One of her legs kicks upright behind her and she props herself up on her elbows as she looks at me sitting beside the bed.

  “I want you to fuck me with that new strap-on,” she says.

  “The blue one?” I bought it at the local adult boutique. It’s not very long, but it is quite thick and has a distinct curve that makes Bailey’s toes curl.

  “That one is fun,” giggles Bailey, probably remembering the hard fucking I gave her a few nights ago. She shakes her head and continues, “but, no, not that one. I’m talking about the one Hitomi brought back from Japan that rotates and vibrates and has those little beads inside it.”

  “Adventurous!” I declare, rising to my fight with excitement. “Alright, Bailey, on your hands and knees. I’ll be back in a minute!”

  I dash across the hall to my bedroom. Unfortunately, the vibrator is still in its garish packaging, so it takes more than a minute to get it out of the box, rinse it off nicely to be sure there is no chemical residue, and get it fitted into my favorite harness. I am in the process of strapping up, already imagining the sound fucking I am going to give Bailey’s puffy little pussy, when the doorbell rings.

  “Damn it,” I curse. I am so far along with strapping up that I decide to put on a pair of loose sweats and tuck the Japanese vibrator down the left leg. It’s obvious I have something in there if the fabric pulls tight, but as the doorbell rings again I don’t really have much choice. I go hurry down the stairs and answer the door.

  The interruption to my fun with Bailey turns into a bucket of cold water as I open the door. My daughter Sofia, my ex-husband Tyler, and their one-year-old daughter Alana.

  “Gran-gran!” Cries Alana when she sees me. Tyler is holding her, but sh
e reaches out her arms to me and I can’t help but take her in my arms.

  “We were just in the neighborhood,” says Sofia.

  “Yeah, thought we would stop by and let Alana see her grandma,” says Tyler, stabbing me with the reminder that I am a grandmother.

  I scowl at him over Alana’s head. Then I turn my full attention to the baby, kissing her and cooing over her as Tyler and Sofia follow me into the house.

  “My tits hurt,” groans Sofia, rubbing her engorged breasts through the tank top she is wearing.

  “That’s what you get for breastfeeding,” I say to her.

  “You didn’t breastfeed me?” She says with mock surprise.

  “Of course I did,” I say, “but I wasn’t also breastfeeding Vince and the other perverts who get off on that sort of thing.”

  “We all do,” chuckles Tyler. “And you sound bitter that your version of the club shut down.”

  “Not bitter,” I say. “We moms still hook up once in a while, don’t we, Sofia?”

  “It has been a few weeks,” she says.

  “And how is Victoria?” I ask, driving the knife back into Tyler.

  My daughter is in a three way relationship. She is married to Tyler, but she is also a frequent lover and guest at Victoria’s house. The beautiful older woman even considers herself, oddly, Alana’s “Auntie.” I try to stay out of their complicated relationship, especially knowing Tyler’s taste for adding other women to the dynamic.

  “I could put Alana down in her bouncer if you’d like to have a bite to eat,” I say. “I was just about to fix something for me and Bailey.”

  “She’s still here?” Sofia furrows her brow.

  “Still here,” says Bailey bouncing down the stairs in more ways than one. “Awwwwww! Baby. Can I hold her?”

  “I’d rather—“

  “Sure, you can,” says Tyler, still angling to rope Bailey into the club.

  “Awwww. Hello, Alana,” says Bailey, taking her out of my arms.

  “Hewwo, Bawey!” Says Alana, giggling with excitement.

  “No, don’t hold her like that,” says Sofia. “You have to support her neck.”

  “She’s like a year old,” says Bailey. “My older brother was doing wrestling moves on me at that age.”

  “Exactly my point,” says Sofia.

  My daughter and my young lover leave the room, which puts me face to face with Tyler. It never gets easy. After the profound betrayal of the man I considered Sofia’s father turning around and whoring her out to his friends… then again, I had expended most of my credibility by bringing her into a lesbian version of the same organization.

  “How is she?” I demand, once Sofia is out of earshot.

  “She’s amazing, Lindsay,” says Tyler. “She is a fully realized woman, she is a great mom, she is smart and she is exciting.”

  “She’s barely able to drink,” I remind him. “And you’re in your forties.”

  “Sofia is my wife, Lindsay, and I love her. She’s the mother of my daughter.” He puts his hands on my shoulders and gives them a squeeze. “And you’re a great grandma.”

  “Asshole,” I growl at him. He winks. “At least stay for the afternoon. I can make some burgers on the grill and—“

  The doorbell rings again, interrupting me. I signal to Tyler that I want to continue our conversation. He ignores me and walks out onto the deck to join Bailey, Sofia, and Alana.

  I open the door and I can’t help but smile. Hitomi is back from her trip to Disneyland and wearing a plaid schoolgirl skirt that shows off her slender legs and knee socks. Her blouse and sweater combo seems a bit warm for the middle of June in California and those mouse ears she is wearing look like they would soak up the sun.

  “You’re back!” I cry with delight and pick her up in my arms.

  “Oh, hello, Miss Lindsay,” she says. “Disneyland was very good. Universe of Studios also was very good.”

  “Come in, come in,” I say. Setting her back down. “You know, I was just about to try out that toy you bought me.”

  “The Sword of Miss Champion?”

  “Is that what it’s called?”

  “Yes,” she laughs. “It is from fantasy anime parody. Very funny if you know this anime.”

  I take her hand and pull it down to the bulge in my sweats so she can feel that it is in there. She glances around to be sure nobody is watching and squeezes the vibrator until it springs to life and begins to hum in my sweats. Pleasure pulses up and into my cunt from where the base is making contact with the cusp of my cunt.

  “You dirty girl,” I hiss, switching the vibrator off. “We have company.”

  Soon enough we are all on the back deck, enjoying the afternoon and trying to keep Alana out of the pool. Finally, I fetch a bathing suit for her and Hitomi changes into her sleek one-piece to go swimming with the little tot. Hitomi climbs out and has to pluck her dark blue bathing suit out of her firm little bottom. I admire the view and look across the pool to catch Tyler admiring it as well. I smirk at him, because try as he might, he’ll never get his hands on Hitomi’s peachy rear. You glance around to see if your daughter also caught Tyler staring at Hitomi, but you don’t see any sign of Sofia.

  “Where did Sofia go?” I ask aloud to nobody in particular.

  “Think I saw her going inside for something,” says Bailey. “I’ll go check.”

  I’m not really worried, but Bailey heads inside saying she is going to change into her bikini to do some swimming. I glance over at Tyler again, already imagining the way he’ll be drooling over Bailey’s ample curves in her All-American bikini. But Bailey doesn’t return very quickly. In fact, she is taking much longer than she should.

  “I’ll be right back,” you announce to Hitomi and Tyler. Hitomi is playing pat-a-cake with Alana and Tyler is watching them very closely.

  In the coolness of my house, I sense something in the air. Maybe it’s a sound that I can’t quite hear it or a faint pheromone in the air. Something is going on. I creep upstairs, but that feel grows fainter, so I turn around and head down into the basement. The lights are on but the dimmer is set to low. I hear a faint mechanical whir that I recognize as I reach the bottom of the stairs. It’s a breast pump.

  I follow that sound and hear others; soft moans and wet smacking sounds. I approach our home theater and gently push open the door. Lindsay is reclining in one of the leather chairs, her tank top pulled up over her breasts and her large, soft mounds exposed. Her nipples are thick and red and glistening. Her creamy tits are marked with veins and her fat nipples are dribbling milk. As I watch, Bailey, kneeling beside her, leans in and begins to suck her right nipple as she plays with Sofia’s left nipple.

  “Oohhhhh,” moans Sofia and I realize Bailey’s other hand is between her legs, pumping fingers into Sofia’s unshaved pussy.

  At the first surge of desire, I step away from the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I have grown beyond watching my daughter involved in such things. Although I feel a strange pang of jealousy that Bailey would do this with Sofia. I go back upstairs, a bit dazed, and I am relieved to see Hitomi still playing with Alana and Tyler keeping his distance.

  About ten minutes later, Bailey walks out in her American flag Bikini and dives into the pool. A minute or two after that, Sofia walks out. I glance at her knowingly and her face reddens. She looks quickly away. Tyler and Sofia and Alana have a late lunch at the house before heading out.

  “Next time,” I say, embracing them each in turn at the door, “call ahead and I’ll have some real food for you guys.”

  “You won’t have to pump your breasts down in the basement,” I add, looking Sofia in the eyes. Her cheeks redden again and I can see her fat nipples straining at the fabric of her tank top.

  “That was… uh…”

  “See you soon,” I say, waving and stepping back from my daughter, a smile on my face. My smile fades as I turn away from the door. Bailey is waiting right there, her arms folded beneath her big breasts, makin
g them look even bigger in her indecently small bikini top. Her wide hips are cocked to one side and she has a smile on her face.

  “Don’t think I didn’t see you peeking in on us,” says Bailey.

  “You fucked my daughter,” I hiss.

  “We messed around,” says Bailey, wiggling her fingers. “I just wanted to try the boob juice.”

  “The boob—oh, you are incorrigible, you know that?” I brush past her as she laughs at me. “I should kick you out of the house for the rest of the day.”

  She catches up to me, pressing those big, soft breasts against my back and reaching around me to fondle the bulge of the toy I still have stuffed down my sweats.

  “I thought you were going to try this out on me,” says Bailey, nibbling at my earlobe.

  “Hitomi is here,” I say, gesturing to the sliding doors as the young woman climbs out of the pool once more, her body looking incredibly sleek and sexy in her one-piece.

  “Perfect,” says Bailey. “You can fuck us both with her toy.”

  Bailey slides open the door and shouts out at Hitomi, without any concern for the neighbors, “Hey, you want to get fucked by that vibrator you bought Lindsay?”

  “Oh, very much,” says Hitomi, a big grin spreading on her face. “Here by pool?”

  “What do you say?” Bailey asks me over her shoulder. She is bent forward slightly and I have a great view of the plump onion of her ass barely covered by the American flag.

  “Get some towels,” I say. “And get on your knees. Both of you.”

  Fuck the neighbors, I decide. We have a privacy fence. If the sound of three beautiful women enjoying a sex toy from Japan bothers them, well, they’re un-American.

  Hitomi and Bailey obey my words, getting down on their knees and offering up their equally lovely but completely different asses. Hitomi’s ass is firm and small, a perfect bubble with a wedgie from her dark blue athletic one-piece; Bailey’s plump rear is lightly tanned and her back is arched to make it seem even bigger and rounder. I pull their bathing suits aside, revealing their pussies and assholes.