Mommy was so proud of our brave little virgin daughter when you nervously sat down on the bed next to her and admitted that you were a lesbian. She cooed and pet your hair and wrapped her arm around your shoulder and hugged you tight in that special way that makes you feel so warm and fuzzy, and while your head was all snuggled in between her breasts and you could feel all those wonderful butterflies in your tummy, she purred something in your ear that sent a jolt through your body… something that made you freeze. She said the same thing those mean boys at school said to you earlier that week… but when she said it, it didn’t make you feel angry or annoyed. It made you feel funny… anxious, unsettled, squirmy… excited and afraid all at once. “But how do you know you don’t like men, sweetheart, before you’ve even tried one?”
She broke off the hug and smiled warmly down at your big round eyes while your jaw opened and closed silently as you tried to find the words to reply. She pressed a finger to your lips and grinned condescendingly. “I just think any daughter of mine should be fully aware of her options before she gets too sure of anything. You haven’t told your father yet?” You shook your head, utterly petrified, not knowing what Mommy was thinking or planning but dreading it nonetheless, and your eyes grew even wider when she called out through the open door to me, and I came in and sat down on the bed next to you opposite her. She placed a hand on your thigh, and ran her other gently down your back as she purred “Tell him what you told me.”
You stammered out the words, and I smiled warmly in response, placing a hand on your other thigh as you squirmed between us. I exchanged a smirk with your mother that made your blood run cold. “You haven’t ever been with a woman before either, have you?” I said, in a gentle, instructive tone. “Have you ever even seen one naked?” Right on cue, your Mommy began slowly stripping off her clothes as you blushed, transfixed by the sight, barely even noticing the rustling behind you as I did the same. She peeled off her shirt and pants sensually, revealing all the delicious curves you’d been trying so hard not to stare at until now. Mommy could never be allowed to learn that her body is the reason you know you like girls… but given your reaction, the way your face turned red and your head spun, the way your breathing grew shallow and a pathetic noise escaped you lips, she knew exactly the effect she was having on you.
Mommy grinned at you hungrily, and her heavy, round tits that you hadn’t seen up close in ages swayed in front of your face as you salivated. “You want these, don’t you, sweetheart? I know you do… and you can have them… you just need to do a little something for me in return. You just need to be a little open-minded for one night… and then we’ll be so proud of our little lesbian daughter.” You let out a whimper as my firm hands grabbed your hips, slid your skirt up and your panties down, but Mommy cradled your face in front of her and didn’t let you look back at me as you felt my heavy, thick, hard cock against your ass while I held it by the base, sliding it around, eagerly searching for the entrance of my lesbian daughter’s dripping wet cunt.
Mommy smiled sweetly at you as you squirmed and whimpered, stammering out weak, inaudible protests… and that’s when you noticed it. That glint in her eye… the little sadistic spark. She knew you don’t like men. She knew you had nothing you needed to prove. She just wanted you to know that lesbian or not, you were my daughter as well as hers… and it all clicked the second my achingly hard tip slid between your lips and pressed inside you, and you let out an involuntary cross between a grunt and a moan at the new sensation of being stretched open by Daddy’s cock while you stared into Mommy’s warm, loving eyes. “You look so adorable like this, princess,” she cooed. “Just be a good girl and tell Mommy exactly how it feels… and I’ll take such good care of you when it’s my turn…”
