"After hearing countless sex histories from girls and women over the past four decades, I believe sexual repression begins the moment a parent or caregiver punishes a child's natural curiosity for touching their own sex organs.

"Society needs to understand that the health of each person's sex life rests upon childhood masturbation- the foundation upon which all of human sexuality is based." -- Betty Dodson, sex therapist

"Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" Charlotte said as her parents came through the front door of their home on Grove Circle in Madison, Wisconsin. She hugged her parents and asked them about their trip.

"We had a great time, honey," Lucinda said as she kissed daughter's cheek and hugged her tightly. "We missed you guys!" referring to Charlotte and her younger sister, Joanna.

Charles set down their bags and in turn embraced his oldest daughter. "How are things with you, sweetheart?" "Good, Daddy; things are good." Charlotte was in love with her boyfriend and it showed in her young face.

"Is Joanna out with Grandma?" Lucinda said, inquiring about their youngest daughter, twelve year old Joanna.

"Yeah, they went to the drug store. They should be right back," she answered.

"Great," Lucinda replied. "I can't wait to see them." Turning her attention to Charlotte, she said, "And how is Daniel?" referring to Charlotte's boyfriend, her daughter's first.

Charlotte blushed slightly but was clearly pleased by this acknowledgement from her mother of Daniel's status in the girl's life.

"Oh, he's good, Mommy. He's doing well on the court; a couple of colleges have already contacted the coach about him," she said with evident pride in his basketball prowess.

"What about you, honey," Charles said to her. "How are you doing in school?" It seemed an unnecessary question as Charlotte was an outstanding student but her father felt the need to ask her anyway, to show he never stopped caring about her academic performance. It was befitting his role as a professor of history at the University of Wisconsin.

"I'm doing well, Daddy. I like being on the debating team. We've had three meets so far this year and we've won them all." Charlotte was proud of her team's performance. She was a sociable, well-adjusted girl who balanced her schoolwork, debate team participation, and her friendships with aplomb. Outgoing and confident, her parents knew that Charlotte was destined for success no matter what field she chose. They never ceased to be vigilant, but their oldest daughter had given them few worries over the years.

The same could not be said of Joanna, their youngest.

Joanna was introverted and had trouble with schoolwork because of that. She found mixing with the other kids to be anxiety producing, which affected her performance and, of course, how her teachers evaluated her. She was also prone to day dreaming in class. She preferred to spend her time alone drawing or painting. For much of her early grammar school years, her mom and dad had agonized over her lackadaisical performance in school and her tendency to play by herself. By the time she reached the sixth grade, they realized that she was not going to be like Charlotte. They changed their expectations, which reduced their relationship's levels of tension and provided an atmosphere in which the girl could begin to succeed on her own terms.

Her parents were glad that she had at least a couple of close friends so that Joanna was not socially isolated. She had recently shown an aptitude for, and interest in, soccer. Her dad encouraged her as much as he could without forcing her. He was prepared to let her decide the level and intensity of her participation on the school team. With her inconsistencies, Joanna was still a puzzle to them in many ways.

Though she looked up to her older sister, she was somewhat intimidated by her. Charlotte, at sixteen, recognized this and did her best to encourage her younger sister, but her effect on Joanna was limited. Still, Charlotte did what she could. What Joanna really liked was to be with her mother and father.

Joanna loved her parents and was comfortable being around them. They had accepted Joanna for who she was and this made the girl feel safe and secure. They did not force Joanna to mix, knowing that she found it difficult, and intervened whenever necessary to smooth the way for her when situations were too much for her to handle.

They never tried to push her farther than she could go. If she did not achieve as much as her older sister, that was fine with them. They wanted for her to be herself, to do as well as she was able, and to know that was all they wanted or expected. Their understanding and evident caring made her life easier. Joanna recognized her parents' efforts and appreciated them.

Joanna had somewhat inherited her mother's tendency to gain weight. Lucinda was a classic endomorph, the body type that just naturally tended to be fleshy. What was sensual in the mother, threatened to be dumpy in the daughter. Joanna was, however, not without her charms. She had full, lustrous, auburn hair that cascaded to her shoulders, large beautiful brown eyes, and a small, sensuous mouth positioned above a cute little chin. Her pre-teen body was just starting to develop, the maturation process visible in her budding breasts and the slight swelling of her hips. Hair had just begun to sprout on her dark pink vulva but not enough to obscure the lips of her sex that protruded the slightest bit from her labia majora.

Her body was starting to become toned from playing soccer and was losing some of its baby softness. She hadn't yet begun menstruating but likely would very soon. As is typical of adolescents perceived to "heavier set," Joanna tended to be shy and spent only the minimum amount of time with her peers.

As Joanna opened the kitchen door from the garage, her face lit up when she saw her parents.

"Mommy!" she said and rushed to hug her mother. Lucinda squeezed her pretty youngest daughter and pressed her face to hers.

"How are you, darling?" her mother asked. "Oh, your Dad and I missed you both so much."

"Daddy!" she said as she embraced her father, pressing her head against his chest.

Charles hugged his youngest daughter and kissed the top of her head.

"Sweetheart!" he exclaimed, "It's so good to see you!"

"Hello, Mom," Lucinda said to her mother as she came in after parking the car. She kissed her mother's cheek and she took the packages from her arms. She had stayed with the girls for the ten days that her daughter and husband were away.

"Hello, darling; hello, Charles," she said. "You two look well! Spain seems to have agreed with you!"

Charles stood with his arm around Charlotte, who had inclined her head toward her father's shoulder. Lucinda stood behind Joanna with her arms around her, hugging her close. Joanna's hands covered her mother's and she smiled contentedly. The scene reflected the general harmony of the Fitzgerald household.

"Yes, darling, yes ... fuck me harder," Lucinda whispered as Charles screwed his wife from behind. His wife's chest and shoulders were flat on the bed. He gripped her hips as he drove into her. This was their first fuck at home after the emotional and sensual encounter that was their vacation. Charles had revealed to Lucinda his knowledge of her recently ended love affair and of the two previous to that. To say that Lucinda was surprised was an understatement! She was further surprised to discover that her extra-marital affairs had excited her husband.

Their married sex had begun to be, not unexpectedly, somewhat routine. They enjoyed each other but "sparks didn't exactly fly," as Lucinda had put it. Once Lucinda's infidelities were out in the open, they relaxed as a couple. They affirmed their love for each other and Charles became bolder. He took Lucinda in ways that he hadn't before, fucking her ass and screwing her in the bright moonlight one evening on the balcony of their hotel room, for example. Lucinda was thrilled by his unpredictability and reveled in the passion they shared.

They had also swung with a British couple Lucinda met at the beach. Gwen Sommers was the first woman other than Lucinda that Charles had fucked. A beautiful red-headed academic, Gwen and her husband, Francis, both in their late 30s, were experienced swingers. As such, they helped ease the reluctant Charles and the eager Lucinda into their first "swap" session.

In the process, Charles and Lucinda became closer. In quietly discussing their experience on the plane ride home, they resolved never to take each other for granted again. One sign of their new-found closeness was that they touched each other more often. Charles was turned on by his unfaithful wife and encouraged her to continue.

For her part, Lucinda was pleased and looked forward to them fucking other people together. She enjoyed recalling how excited she became watching her husband getting his cock sucked by the lovely Gwen while Gwen's husband, Francis, fucked Lucinda's dripping pussy. She wanted to do that again, soon. She was as proud of her husband's newly discovered sexual prowess as he was of hers.

The soft knocking on their bedroom door startled them both. Charles halted in mid thrust; Lucinda opened her eyes wide and froze.

"Mommy? Daddy? Can I come in?" their daughter whispered through the door.

"Oh ... Joanna, dear, just a moment," Lucinda replied.

She looked up at her husband who had withdrawn from her cunt, his cock still "at attention." He shrugged his shoulders. They never told the girls not to bother them so they had no real cause for complaint.

Lucinda quickly donned her night gown as Charles put on his usual sleep attire of T-shirt and shorts. He dived under the covers in an attempt to hide his boner. Still breathing heavily, Lucinda smoothed her hair and tried to look composed as she opened the door to their young daughter.

"Yes, dear," Lucinda said smiling, at that moment becoming acutely aware that the room smelled like sex. She noticed Joanna wrinkling her nose almost imperceptibly, which compounded her mother's discomfort.

"Am I bothering you?" the young girl asked anxiously. "Can I sleep with you? I missed you while you were away."

"Oh ... okay, sweetheart," her mother replied.

"Of course, Joanna," Charles said, reassuring her. "We missed you, too, honey." He pulled the covers down and slid over to make room for her between them. He had to wait for his erection to subside, however, before caressing her too closely. Charles and Lucinda had not been away alone together for years. Even though they would be taking a trip with their children as usual in the summer, they still felt slightly guilty for not taking the girls with them to Spain in celebration of their twentieth wedding anniversary. Joanna hopped into the center of the king-size bed, followed by her mother who settled the covers on them. She smiled happily saying, "Ooh! It's nice and warm in here!"

This caused both her parents to laugh softly.

"Did I say something funny?" she said, smiling.

"No, sweetheart, you didn't. We're just happy you came in," he replied.

That was the truth. For all their concern over her adjustment to puberty, she was not a demanding girl and Charles and Lucinda were happy when Joanna was happy. Her father kissed her cheek and took her hand in his. Lucinda took her other and whispered to her, "We love you so much, Joanna." Lucinda kissed her other cheek and smoothed her hair. She snuggled closer to her darling child and closed her eyes to sleep.

As Joanna started to drift off to sleep, she was startled awake by the thought that her parents had been having sex when she knocked on the door.

Before they left for Spain, Lucinda had had a long talk with Joanna about sex. Lucinda had had the same talk with Charlotte when she was 12. Their oldest daughter listened attentively and felt comfortable asking her mother questions. Charlotte approached the subject as she did those in school. She tried to fit it into a recognizable pattern. Charlotte knew something about sex as Lucinda had anticipated. Their conversation helped to put it into the proper context for the girl, giving her the benefit of her mother's adult perspective. With Joanna, it was different.

As her mother explained the mechanical and emotional workings of sexuality, Joanna was wide-eyed but shy and didn't ask a lot of questions.

"It's not dirty, Mommy?" she asked, puzzled.

"No, honey; sex is never 'dirty.' It's just that sometimes it's appropriate and sometimes it's not. As I said, it's something really beautiful but you have to be mature enough to handle it. Girls can have babies they don't intend to have if they are not careful."

"Oh," she replied.

Lucinda could tell she was thinking very deeply about it over the next week because she seemed to consider both her parents in a different light. She distanced herself from them noticeably as if she began to doubt that she really knew them. The thought that her father actually put his penis into her mother, and that her mother liked it, upset her. Fortunately for her, Lucinda anticipated Joanna's reaction.

One afternoon while they were alone in the house, Lucinda came up behind her daughter and hugged her. Joanna smiled broadly as she felt good being caressed by her parents. It reinforced the child's sense of security. It made her feel loved.

"How's my girl today?" Lucinda said, smiling and shaking her face in Joanna's hair.

The young girl giggled. "I'm good, Mommy."

She put her chin on her daughter's shoulder and whispered in her right ear.

"You've been thinking about our talk the other day, haven't you?"

Joanna stopped smiling and stiffened. She turned red and couldn't think of how to reply. Lucinda continued.

"It's all right, honey. Are you thinking Daddy and I are doing something bad when we have sex? Or at least something strange and 'untidy?'" she said softly to her.

"Umm ... I guess so," the girl replied. She quickly thought better about the way she phrased it and said, "I didn't mean that exactly, mommy ... I ..." she hesitated, not able to find the words for what she was feeling.

Lucinda turned her around and put her hands on her child's face, smiling in the hope of dispelling Joanna's embarrassment.

"It's all right, sweetheart. Just remember that it's something beautiful that adults do when they love each other; that's sex between married partners."

"Yeah, I know ..." Joanna murmured, her eyes fixed on the floor. She still hadn't made the connection between sex as beautiful and natural with her something her own parents did. It still seemed so foreign to her.

Lucinda knew what she was feeling and sought to allay her fears.

"Honey, you know how good it feels when you touch and rub your vulva? When you climax?"

They had discussed masturbation that day and Joanna admitted she stimulated herself sometimes. For the girl, it was more than sometimes. The stress of dealing with other people caused the sensitive girl to seek relief from her anxieties by masturbating every night before going to sleep.

"Yes, Mommy," she answered quietly.

"Well, that's how I feel when Daddy and I have sex. I'm not embarrassed to tell you that I love having his penis inside me. It makes me feel loved."

Joanna lifted her head and looked into her mother's eyes as Lucinda continued.

"And it's my way of giving daddy the same pleasure; to let him know that I love him."

"Okay ... I think I see what you mean," she said slowly, as she clearly was thinking about what her parents' experience in a new light. She began to smile.

"I do understand, Mommy. I'm sorry; I didn't mean you and Daddy were ..."

Lucinda smiled warmly at her daughter and kissed her forehead.

"You sweet angel, you don't have anything to feel sorry about. It's just that it's new for you. It just seems ... I don't know, strange and secret, maybe?"

"Yes! That's what I thought! Thanks, Mommy!" she said as she embraced her mother.

Lucinda kissed her cheek and pressed the little girl to her, softly caressing the back of her neck and rocking her gently from side to side.

"I love you, Mommy."

"Hi, Daddy!" Joanna exclaimed as she hugged and kissed her dad. Charles had just gotten home and was setting his briefcase on his desk in the study.

"Oh!" he said, surprised and pleased at her affection. She had been somewhat moody for the previous week. He wondered if he had done something to offend her.

"Hello, darling," he said as he hugged her. She kissed his cheek and smiled at him.

"I'm going to Jennie's house to pick up a book. I'll be home for dinner." She skipped out the door.

"What was that?" Charles asked Lucinda after Joanna had left.

Lucinda answered, "A storm of adolescence, I think. You know that talk we had the other day?"

"Oh ... yeah," he said, "That's right." He chuckled. "Did she think I was a rapist?"

"Yes, something like that; and I was a harlot, I suppose. We talked it out today and she felt better."

"I see," he said. "Well, I'm glad that's over!"

"Yeah, me, too. Hey, I wanted to ask you something about the new bedroom furniture."

Lying in bed between her parents, Joanna started to feel very anxious. Her parents didn't say anything but she knew she must have interrupted them. Of course, they wouldn't have said anything about it to her anyway, she thought. What a dope I am! Her self-esteem, fragile at the best of times, was taking a beating from the scenario she constructed.

Her next thought, however, was that she was amazed to be in the same bed where they may have been fucking just a short time before. Wow! She thought; Daddy with his penis in Mommy's vagina! Right here on this spot. That's why the bed was so warm and why they both laughed when I said that!

She felt guilty but also stimulated. She listened to both her parents' regular breathing and figured they were both sound asleep. If she was quiet, did she dare to rub herself? If she was careful, they wouldn't wake; they wouldn't hear her. And she needed to dispel the anxiety she felt about the whole situation.

And so she commenced to masturbate, lying between her parents! Joanna had never felt like this before. Normally, she would have been embarrassed and frightened at the thought of discovery. Now, however, she started to touch her clitoris with a circular motion, but remaining still. Thoughts of her parents fucking flooded her young brain.

She had seen her father's penis one time. He didn't know that she saw him in the shower when she sneaked into the bathroom to get a bottle of hand lotion. Now she thought about how it must look erect and in her mom's vagina. Joanna was getting very wet. Her breathing was getting very heavy and she struggled to remain quiet and still. Her climax was moments away and her control was slipping. As the little girl orgasmed, her hips lifted off the bed and she cried softly, "uhnn ... uhnn;" two short ejaculations.

They were enough to make her father mumble something unintelligible and to shift his weight before lying motionless again.

Joanna, breathing hard and perspiring, started to smile and suppressed a giggle. Oh, wow! She thought. They must be beautiful when they fuck! And they just let me in; didn't embarrass me; didn't tell me to go away. They cared more about me than sex tonight, even though I spoiled things for them. Oh, I love them so much!

She carefully leaned over to kiss her father's shoulder and then back to the other side to kiss her mother, careful not to wake either. Happy now, Joanna drifted off to sleep with a big smile on her face.

Because her mother was facing away from her, Joanna did not see her momentarily startled awake by her movement, open her eyes wide and then smile.

"Jo, honey, did you have a nightmare last night? I thought I heard you say something. Then, I thought maybe I was mistaken and just went back to sleep."

If was Sunday morning and they were sitting at the breakfast table. Lucinda was in the bathroom and Charlotte was still sleeping. Charles and Joanna were the early risers.

"Maybe, Daddy," she said. "I don't remember."

Boy, that was close, she thought to herself. She saw her parents very differently, now. They have a sex life. They love each other sexually. They fuck! And I love them, she thought.

As Charles sat across from his youngest daughter he realized that she now knew that he and Lucinda had sex. And that they knew that she knew that about them. It made him feel ... well, he didn't know how it made him feel. With Charlotte having that knowledge, it was different. She was less emotional than Joanna. Joanna was complicated. He hoped that she was not upset about it. Whenever she slept with them in the future, he would be thinking about her knowing all that.

It was a bit unsettling for Charles, a private man, especially coming at a time when he and Lucinda were expanding their sexual horizons. He thought they could forbid Joanna to sleep with them but rejected that idea right away. She was so close to her mother and both he and she felt Joanna needed reassurance at this critical juncture in her emotional development. He dearly loved her and did not wish to risk upsetting her. He sighed as he thought that he and Lucinda would simply have to accommodate themselves to her occasional presence.

Lucinda was moaning softly as she masturbated in the shower. She didn't get to cum last night and she missed it. She wished Charles was with her to eat her pussy and to fuck her to orgasm. This was second best, she reflected, but it was still good.

She oddly found herself thinking about Joanna as she rubbed her clit. Joanna had accepted their married sex life. That was good. Her presence in their bed last night, especially given their lack of fulfillment, made Joanna a part of Lucinda's masturbatory imagination. She suddenly imagined her little girl watching her father fucking her mother. This made Lucinda cum and cum hard. She fell against the wall of the shower and shook at her climax. "Oh, Joanna!" she cried softly as she came.

Lucinda turned off the water and leaned against the wall with her forehead touching the tiles. What the hell was that about, she thought? She shook her head, shuddered, and reached for the bath towel.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, Joanna?" Lucinda was folding some clothes that she had removed from the dryer. Joanna had quietly sidled up next to her.

"Can I help you fold the clothes?"

"Of course you can. I appreciate the help." Lucinda leaned over and kissed her daughter's cheek.

"Mommy ... I want to ask you something," Joanna said to Lucinda as she folded a pair of her sister's slacks. "Is that okay?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Lucinda replied as she shook out a flat sheet. "Here, darling, help me fold this."

Joanna took two corners of the sheet in hand and folded them in a mirror image of what her mom was doing.

"Now what was it that you wanted to ask?" Lucinda said as they folded clothes side by side.

"Mommy ... did I ... was I ... last night, did I ... bother you and Daddy?" there was note of anxiety in her voice so slight that only her parents would have detected it.

"What do you mean, dear?" her mother replied. "Bothered in what way?"

"Well, if you wanted to be alone then ... I would have been bothering you."

Lucinda dropped the towel she was folding and turned to her daughter.

"Joanna, you never bother me or your father. We never mind that you come to sleep with us."

Lucinda reached out to smooth her hair. She knew that touching Joanna made her feel connected to her parents and her sister. She did not let just anyone touch her. Lucinda regarded her sweet child and asked her a question the answer to which she already knew,

"Does your question have anything to do with our talk about sex the other day?"

Joanna blushed, looked down at the laundry in the basket and said quietly, "Uhh ... yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so?" Lucinda asked while gently pinching Joanna's nose and wiggling it, which caused her to pull away laughing.

"Oh, Mommy! Don't!" she said as her mother laughed with her. Joanna rubbed and wrinkled her nose, sniffling loudly.

"Why so shy, honey? You can talk to me about it," Lucinda said as she softly touched Joanna's shoulder.

"I know, Mommy," she said as she relaxed. "Okay ... I wanted to know if you were having sex and if I interrupted you."

"Oh!" Lucinda opened her eyes wide. Well, she thought, if you tell your children it's okay for them to say what's on their minds they're likely to do it!

"Well, honey, yes; we were having sex and we did stop when you knocked."

Joanna looked anxious. She didn't know what to say. Should she tell her mother that the thought of it made her touch herself? No, better not, she said to herself. This was new territory she was exploring and still felt unsure of herself.

Lucinda understood that, too. She said to her little girl, "Honey, it's okay; we didn't mind. We're always glad when you sleep with us." She took the girl's hand in hers. "When you stop doing it, we'll miss it."

"Really, mommy? You like it when I get in bed with you?" she wanted assurance that she didn't do anything bad.

"Yes, darling. I love having you close." She leaned forward and kissed her daughter's forehead. "Daddy does, too."

Joanna appeared thoughtful as she looked away from her mom. Lucinda turned back to folding clothes so as to give her a few moments to formulate what she wanted to say next. It wasn't long in coming.

"Mommy, you can tell me to come back later if you and Daddy are ... you know ..."

"All right, honey; if it happens again, just knock. We won't answer but I'll come get you when the coast is clear. How about that?"

This made Joanna smile. "Okay, Mommy; thanks!" and she hugged her mother. Lucinda held her close, rocking the twelve year old in her arms and kissing her cheek.

"You sweet thing! Now, help me finish folding these clothes."

"Oh, Charles ... that's so good!"

Lucinda was lying on her back in their bed as her husband thrust his hard penis into her in a piston-like motion. She especially liked hard-driving sex and Charles, fucking his lovely wife in the missionary position, was accommodating her. Since their sexually adventurous vacation in Spain, they found themselves more and more attracted to each other. They were also more expressive and affectionate toward each other in general. Even their daughters noticed it.

"Do Mom and Dad seem different to you, Charlotte? Since they got back from Spain?"

Joanna was sitting on Charlotte's bed as her sister was working at her computer.

"Yeah, I noticed that, too. They're always kissing each other and stuff. Actually, I think it's sweet; just so long as they don't start having sex on the living room floor or on the kitchen table!" Charlotte peered closely at her PC's screen.

Joanna's eyes opened wide and she giggled.

"Charlotte! What a thing to say!"

"Well, who knows what they're capable of. Did you see my hairbrush around?"

"I think it's in the bathroom. Do you and Daniel ... do ... stuff? You know ... kissing and stuff?"

Charlotte turned to look at her sister.

"J, you shouldn't ask questions like that!" she said, pretending to be stern while unable to hide a smile. "We do kiss and do some other stuff, if you must know." Charlotte turned back to her computer and the document she was writing.

"What kind of stuff," Joanna asked, persistent.

"Joanna! That's a really personal question!"

"Well, how am I supposed to learn?" Joanna asked, plaintively.

"Didn't Mom give you her sex talk?"

"Yes, she did."

"Well, you should go ask her how she likes it when Daddy fucks her or goes down on her," Charlotte said, hoping to distract attention from her own intimate life.

Joanna was wide-eyed and her mouth fell open. This was alarming to the twelve year old.

"Charlotte! Do you think Daddy really puts his face ... down there!? And that Mommy would let him?!"

"Sure, it feels good," Charlotte replied without thinking and then braced herself as she waited for her sister to pounce.

"How do you know that? Does Daniel do that to you?" she said in surprise.

Charlotte sighed.

"Yes, Daniel does it to me. I love it. It feels great and it shows how much he loves me."

Seeing her sister look pained and embarrassed, Charlotte continued.

"I really do love him and he loves me. It's not bad, Joanna. It's what people do when they're in love." Charlotte looked at Joanna with a semi-smug look and said, "I also suck his penis. He loves that!"

"Do you like it?" Joanna asked, a bit dazed. This was more knowledge than the young girl might have wanted.

"Yes ... yes, I do. Daniel is really sweet." She turned, again to face her sister. "I want to make him happy but I don't want to get pregnant ... before you ask anything else!"

"Huh," Joanna said. She was thinking about her dad with his face between her mother's legs. While it was somewhat startling and anxiety producing for her to consider, it also started to make her wet between her legs.

"Joanna," Charlotte said, gently, "I hope you aren't getting stressed about this. It's normal, like Mom told you."

Joanna didn't answer right away, causing Charlotte to be concerned. She knew her sister was prone to anxiety. She worried about Joanna. Unlike a lot of big sisters, she did not consider her baby sister to be a nuisance. Charlotte was more mature than most girls her age. She participated in adult conversations with her parents as an equal. She was proud of that. Charlotte looked forward to taking her place in the adult world; thus, her concern for Joanna.

"No ... I'm not worried about it, Charlotte," Joanna replied, standing up and walking behind her sister. She leaned over and kissed her sister on the cheek. "Thanks for worrying about me."

Charlotte stood up and hugged her little sister.

"I do worry about you, J. I want you to be happy."

Joanna smiled and said, "Thanks."

"Okay, now get out of here; I have to finish this paper!" Charlotte said in mock annoyance and swiped at her sister's butt with a notebook. Joanna jumped and squealed and ran out of the room laughing.

A few days later while Joanna was riding home on her school bus, she began to think again about sex. She needed carefully defined boundaries to function well. Without them, the girl was prone to anxiety. (She coped by doing such things as tearing tissue paper into small balls and popping bubble wrap.) She needed to know how to handle sexual desire. She needed to ask her mother.

Lucinda had spoken to Joanna about sex and made it comfortable for her daughter not only to speak about her concerns but to think often about it. She would ask her mom about what she was feeling. Joanna knew, however, that it wasn't just her mother's openness about such things. Lucinda's almost nonchalant admission that she and her dad had sex regularly fascinated the tween. Then, of course, there was the other thing.

The "other thing" that Joanna had dwelt upon for the last week or so was her mother's body.

It started out innocently enough. Since Joanna was only just starting puberty, she wondered if her body would develop like her mother's. Lucinda was voluptuous. She had generous breasts, rounded hips, full thighs, and a very shapely tush. What concentrated the young girl's attention even more upon her mother was having smelled Lucinda's thong in the laundry basket on Tuesday, the day she usually did the wash for her mom.

The scent of pussy, that warm, buttery smell with only a hint of tartness, unexpectedly excited Joanna. She must have spent two or three minutes inhaling the smell of her mother's cunt. She finally decided to hold the very slightly soiled underwear out of the laundry, stuffing them into her jeans pocket. She took them to bed and kept them under her pillow. Some nights she held them close to her nose while she masturbated. For 12 year old Joanna, vaginal aroma rapidly became associated with pleasure. Little by little, the youngster was becoming attracted to her mother almost unconsciously.

That evening, Joanna made up her mind to discuss it with her soon.

"Uhh ... I'm cumming, Lucinda; I'm cumming!" Charles cried softly as he was finishing their fuck with a cum in his wife's twat.

"Yes, darling; cum in my pussy!" Lucinda whispered. "Shoot it! Shoot it!"

That was all the encouragement he needed as he fired a load of semen inside her.

"Ohh ... ohh ..." he moaned as he collapsed on top of his wife.

"Mmm ..." Lucinda purred as she embraced her husband.

"I love you, Lucinda," he murmured. "That was ... great!"

Charles rolled off Lucinda and took her hand in his. He brought it to his lips and said, "I think this is the happiest we've ever been, sexually speaking. Can anyone be happier fucking than we are?"

Lucinda rolled over to face him, propping her head up on one elbow.

"I don't think so; at least no married couple our age!" she answered and they both laughed.

"Seriously, though, I think we've gotten a lot closer since that swing session with Gwen and Francis," Charles said.

"Yes," Lucinda said, "and you knowing about my cheating on you turned us both on!"

"Yeah ... I guess we're just warped and twisted now," Charles commented, which made his wife laugh.

"I guess so, sweetheart ... 'cause the fucking is really good!"

Lucinda then got up and put on her nightgown. Charles looked at her quizzically.

"If Joanna decides to sleep with us."

"Oh ... yeah," Charles said as he reached for the T-shirt and workout shorts we wore to sleep whenever Joanna was in bed with them.

"She's been better lately," Charles said to her. "Charlotte says she's doing better with her lessons." Their oldest daughter helped her younger sister with her homework. Charlotte felt very close to Joanna. She worried about her sister being compared to her all the time by teachers and others. Charlotte thought that it just wasn't fair to her sister and so her heart went out to Joanna.

Joanna's parents still fretted over her occasionally, though she was starting to find herself and was happier than she had been the last couple of years.

"You know, she asked if she had interrupted us while we were having sex."

"Did she?" Charles exclaimed. "What did you say to her?"

"I told her, yes, we were having sex and that she had interrupted us."

Charles looked a little concerned. Lucinda continued,

"But I said we didn't mind and that we liked having her sleep with us."

"Oh, that's good; I'm glad you said that," Charles said, smiling. "I do like having her near. I guess it's because I know that she's growing up and we won't have little girls around anymore."

"Yeah, I know."

They were both quiet as they contemplated how time passed so quickly. It wouldn't be long before both girls would be adults.

"Charles, there was something else I wanted to tell you, speaking about growing up," Lucinda said. "I think Joanna was masturbating when she was in bed with us the other night."

"Really?!" her husband said. "I didn't feel anything."

"I was half asleep but I could hear the change in her breathing. I felt her struggling to keep still. Poor thing!"

"Do you think it was because ... you know ... that we were ... before she came in ...?" Charles asked.

"I'm sure of it, now; especially after she asked me about it." Lucinda arched an eyebrow as she said, "I wonder if she's getting off thinking about her parents fucking? She's gone from being appalled at the idea to being curious to ... what? I'm not sure what that means."

They both let Lucinda's observation hang in the air, neither of them wanting to address it.

Charles broke the silence.

"Being sexual is normal but I'm just a little bit concerned about her being sexual around us, if that's what she was ..."

"She was; I'm sure of that!" Lucinda said.

"... then what do we do?"

Lucinda just shrugged her shoulders. Charles looked away, frowning slightly.

It was then that Lucinda revealed to Charles that she had masturbated thinking about Joanna.

"I'm not sure why, but it was her image before me and it helped me to climax."

"Wow! I ... I don't know what to say."

They were both silent for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Charles again was the first to break the silence.

"Wasn't Gwen the first woman you had been with?" Lucinda's husband referred to their spouse swapping experience with the couple from England.

"Yes, she was. I can't say that I'd given it much thought before then. I mean, I'd thought about it, yeah, but I never planned to do anything about it. Do you think maybe I've been burying it?"

Charles shrugged. "I don't know; but Joanna is just a kid, she's not like Gwen, except for the red hair."

"I know, I thought about that, too. Maybe it's nothing; maybe it'll never happen again."

Charles looked at her helplessly. Lucinda sighed.

Charles and Charlotte had gone to a book store. Joanna elected to stay home. She hoped to get an opportunity to talk to her mom alone about how she was feeling.

Lucinda was working a half day that bright winter Saturday and would be home in another hour. Joanna fretted about how she would tell her about her desire. Although her mom had made her much more comfortable than she otherwise would ever have been, she was still shy and very confused.

To say that she was conflicted would have been an understatement. Joanna felt desire when she was around her mom. Lucinda was so "womanly," which was the only word Joanna had to describe her mother's appearance. She had long brunette hair, full breasts, wide hips, and sturdy thighs. Lucinda was very pretty. Charlotte had inherited her mom's face and her father's slim, athletic body. Joanna was still just "a blob," as she termed it, shapeless, really, at twelve years of age. There was something so soft and warm about her mom. (The fact that it was winter also an effect, she thought.) Still, she thought it was wrong on many levels. It was her mother and that was forbidden. Her desire was inter-generational which was frowned upon and to top it all off, it was lesbian, which further confused her.

Oh, Mommy! She said to herself, what's going on with me? Joanna started to cry. She needed her mother. (Her dad would have taken one look at her and said: hormones.) She loved her dad and trusted him, but felt she could talk more easily to Lucinda.

The sound of her mom's car tires crunching on the ice in the driveway shook her from her funk. She quickly wiped her eyes and did her best to look untroubled.

"Hello, sweetheart!" a smiling Lucinda said as she burst in the door. "Oh, it's cold out there!" She shivered theatrically, took off her coat, and hung it on a peg near the door.

Without immediately turning to her daughter she said, "Did you eat lunch yet?" Seeing her mother and hearing her cheerful voice shattered Joanna's resolve.

Fighting back tears, she shook her head. When Lucinda finally looked at Joanna, her face fell and her brow knitted.

"Joanna, what's the matter?"

Lucinda's few words of solicitation caused the young girl to burst into tears and sob loudly.

"Oh, honey! What's wrong?" Lucinda rushed over to her to take Joanna in her arms.

"Oh, Mommy!" she said between sobs, "Mommy!" In her distress, she could be no more coherent than that. Lucinda put her arms around her and kissed her hair. She said, soothingly, "It's okay, darling. Whatever it is, it'll be all right."

Joanna clung to her mother. Lucinda's face wore a look of concern as she rocked her daughter in her arms. She was wise enough to wait until the crying stopped before trying to find the reasons for her youngest child's emotional outburst. Oh, my poor baby, she thought, as she held her close.

After a minute or so, Joanna calmed. She lifted her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Lucinda just smiled faintly, dipped her head to make eye contact, and said, "Would you like to talk about it, sweetheart?"

Joanna, still sniffling, nodded her head.

"Come lie down." She took Joanna's arm in hers and guided her to her parents' bedroom.

After settling Joanna on their bed and covering her with a quilt, Lucinda sat next to her and said gently, "Can you tell me what's wrong, dear?"

No response other than a confused look.

"Just tell me how you're feeling," Lucinda said, patiently.

Joanna looked at her mother for a moment before she said, "Mommy, I took your thong."

Lucinda was puzzled.

"What? Joanna ..."

"Mommy, I took your thong out of the laundry."

"Okay, honey; what ... I mean ... why is that important?" Lucinda was at a loss to know what this was about. My thong? she thought; did she want to wear a thong?

"I ... I liked the way it smelled. Please don't be angry, Mommy."

Lucinda's eyes opened wide.

"Umm ... honey, I'm not angry," she said as she stroked her daughter's hair.

"I know it's weird, Mommy ..."

"Joanna, you ... liked the way it smelled?"

Joanna nodded, sheepishly.

"Okay, but why did that make you cry, Joanna? Do you know?"

"I don't know ... exactly ... I guess I've been thinking about what we talked about ... and I think you're really beautiful. Mommy, I like it when you hold me close to you. I'd like to touch your breasts. Mommy, I know I'm bad to think like that ... but I don't know ... I just ... can't help myself ... I guess." The poor girl turned red with embarrassment but her mother didn't notice.

Lucinda's mouth had fallen open. You could have knocked her over with a feather. She had anguished over the possibility that she was attracted to her youngest daughter but now, it seemed, her daughter was attracted to her! Hearing Joanna's confession, Lucinda started to feel flushed herself with desire.

As if this were not enough, Joanna continued.

"And I think about you and daddy when I touch myself."

Lucinda sat motionless. Inside, she felt confused, as if her moral compass had gone awry. She didn't know whether she wanted to comfort her daughter, tear off her clothes, or run screaming from the house!

"Please don't be mad at me, Mommy," Joanna said, sniffling.

Lucinda sat her up and took her in her arms, saying, "Oh, Joanna; I'm not angry. Darling ... darling; you aren't bad, you're becoming a woman. It's your hormones, sweetheart." I guess, Lucinda thought. Then she asked her, "Joanna, do you touch yourself often?"

"Yes, Mommy; lately, anyway. And at night, I do it while smelling your thong."

"So, you like the smell of a woman," Lucinda asked her.

Joanna raised her head to look at mother. "I like your smell, Mommy. Mommy, I feel ... desire for you. Is that the right word?"

Startled by this frank admission, Lucinda could only mumble mechanically,

"Yes, darling; that is ... the right word."

That sat in silence for an agonizingly long minute when Lucinda boldly said,

"Joanna, I have something to tell you, something I've been thinking about the last few days."

Now it was Joanna's turn to be puzzled by something her mother said.

"Mommy ... what ...?"

"Well, first of all, I know you masturbated the other night after you got in bed with us, when you thought we were asleep. I was half asleep when I felt your body shaking."

"Oh, god!" Joanna cried, and cupped her hand over her mouth. Embarrassed, she turned red again and tried to cover her face. Lucinda sought to put her at ease.

"It's all right, honey; there's nothing wrong with that. Don't fret."

Lucinda took the child's hands down from her face and kissed them. She smiled at her daughter as she continued. "But sweetheart, the next morning in the shower, I masturbated, too ... to thoughts of you."

Joanna was stunned. She looked at her mother with her mouth open.

"Me?!" she said, when she found her voice.

"Yes, Joanna; you. I consciously or unconsciously wanted to make love to you. I'm not sure which."

With that statement, Lucinda had suddenly given herself over to lust. On the spot she admitted to herself and to Joanna that she wanted her daughter as much as the girl wanted her. For a moment, mother and daughter looked at each other, neither knowing what to do and both afraid to break the silence.

Then, deciding to act, Lucinda unbuttoned her blouse and quickly tossed it away. As Joanna stared, Lucinda undid the clasp on the front of her bra and let her breasts fall free.

"You've wanted to touch these ... touch them, Joanna."

Joanna slowly reached out to caress her mother's boobs with both hands. She looked in wonder at their size and softness, at the dark aureole and stiffened nipples. She felt their warmth and their heft.

"Oh, wow!" she said smiling broadly.

Lucinda, smiling at her, reached for her daughter's face with both hands.

"Come closer, darling."

She lovingly pressed Joanna's face into the space between her big breasts. Taking them into her hands, Lucinda gently rubbed them against the sides of her child's face.

Joanna closed her eyes and reveled in the pleasure of Lucinda's softness - the source of her motherhood, of literally a child's nourishment. She put her arms around her mother's back and reveled in the closeness; would that she could stay in the center of all that tenderness and warmth!

But there was more for her to discover ...

Lucinda gently pushed Joanna's arms away and taking her by the shoulders, pressed her open mouth to her daughter's and their tongues touched. For both of them, the sensation was exquisite. Lucinda hungrily probed Joanna's mouth. The girl was in ecstasy.

She ran her fingers through her mother's hair and down the sides of her face. She caressed her neck; she ran her hands up and down her upper arms. She didn't know what to grab first! It was if she were afraid all this wasn't real, that she would wake up and Lucinda would be gone. She would wake up alone, in her bed and feel emptiness. But it was real.

Excited by her daughter's sexual response to her, Lucinda broke from their kiss. Smiling at Joanna, she stepped off the bed and unzipped her slacks, allowing them to fall to the floor. She hastily removed her socks and stood before Joanna in only her panties. As she pulled down and kicked them away, she said, "Here, honey; you like my smell ... come smell me!"

Joanna got off the bed and knelt before her. She pressed her face into her mother's belly. Lucinda reached down to stroke the young girl's hair. Joanna rubbed her face in her mother's pubic hair, pushing her nose into the slit between Lucinda's legs, smelling the fragrance that had so intoxicated her. At the same time, she reached around to put her hands on her mother's ass cheeks.

Lucinda reached down to lift her daughter to her feet. She looked into Joanna's eyes and said,

"I love you, sweetheart."

She kissed the girl's forehead and smiled warmly at her. She then lifted Joanna's T-shirt up over her head. She unzipped her jeans and took them off of her slightly chubby frame. Joanna unhooked her training bra and revealed her firm, tiny breasts. Her nipples were erect. Lucinda bent to take them one at a time into her mouth and tenderly licked and sucked at them. Joanna sighed and tilted her head back.

After a few minutes of kissing and sucking her little girl's nipples, Lucinda slipped the girl's panties off. She held the pants to her nose and inhaled deeply, smiling at her daughter. Joanna's cunt was almost hairless in contrast to the lush, dark fur that covered her mother's vulva. Lucinda paused to admire her daughter's young body.

"You are so beautiful, my sweet daughter!" she said to her.

Joanna smiled and said, "You're beautiful, Mommy! There's nobody more beautiful than you!"

Lucinda stepped forward to hug her child and to feel her tender, young figure against her mature, welcoming body; a body with its large breasts and soft belly. Joanna stroked her mother's long, dark hair hanging down the length of her back as she pressed herself eagerly into Lucinda's warmth.

Lucinda's fingers slid down between Joanna's buttocks, stimulating the girl. She ran her hands up and down the length of her back, caressing and massaging. Joanna sighed with pleasure. Her mother then ran her fingers through the girl's hair, freeing it, tossing it. Joanna responded by shaking her head, flipping her hair like a horse's mane. Mother and daughter smiled at each other.

"Lie down again, sweetheart," Lucinda said to her daughter. Joanna moved to the bed first sitting down and the edge and then lifting her legs up onto it. Never taking her eyes off her mother, she spread her legs, showing Lucinda her sex.

Lucinda got on all fours in front of and over Joanna. She kissed her lips tenderly and began to crawl backward. She lowered herself down onto the bed with her face between Joanna's legs. The girl watched her, fascinated by her mother's sexual assertiveness.

The woman lay on her belly and, extending her arms, reached under Joanna's thighs and placed her hands on the young girl's belly. She bent her head down and began to kiss Joanna's pudendum, inhaling the warm, sweet smell of her adolescent pussy.

"Oh, Mommy!" Joanna gasped as Lucinda's lips brushed the girl's labia. Lucinda smiled as she licked up and down her daughter's wet sex. She enjoyed the taste of the child, comparing it favorably to that of her only other female lover, the sensuous swinger Gwen.

Lucinda located Joanna's clitoris and began to bear down softly and lovingly on it. The girl started to shake! The mother pressed more firmly and flicked her tongue more quickly on the girl's "love button." Lucinda could feel her sweet child starting to climax. She covered the whole of the girl's clitoral area with her mouth and licked it for all she was worth!

"Ahh ... ahh ... oh ... oh ... ohhhhh!!!" Joanna cried as she came. Her hips bucked and her body shook. Lucinda stopped flicking and kept the clitoris under the gentle pressure of her tongue until the girl finished her orgasm. "Mommy!" Joanna gasped, "that was so nice!"

Lying alongside her, Lucinda gathered the girl in her arms and pressed her head gently to her chest. Joanna snuggled close and put her arms around her mother. Lucinda kissed the top of her head and said to her, "That was beautiful for me, sweetheart. I'm glad you liked it."

She held her daughter and rocked her gently, kissing her forehead and stroking her long auburn hair. Joanna relaxed in her mother's arms. Her conflicts resolved and her doubts mostly banished, she now felt safe, secure, and loved.

"Mommy," she said.

"Yes, darling," Lucinda answered.

"Is it okay for us to do this?"

"I think so, dear; what do you think?"

"I think it's really neat! But ..."

There was just one other thing that worried her. She expressed anxiety at the thought of what she might have done to her parents' marriage.

"But what about Daddy? Do you think he'll be mad at me for doing this with you?"

Lucinda thought for a moment. Should I tell Charles? How can we hide it? Charlotte will probably find out, too. Maybe we should be honest about it? Or maybe we should hide it carefully and not let anyone know. Who, after all, would understand this? No, I'll have to tell him; tonight. Lucinda hugged Joanna a little tighter.

"Well, darling, no; I don't think your father would be disapproving but I'm not sure Charlotte would understand."

"Mommy, I could explain it to her. Then she would understand. Charlotte would listen to me."

Lucinda kissed her daughter's cheek.

"I think it's probably best not to say anything to her for now."

Joanna snuggled comfortably in her mother's arms.

"Okay, Mommy; it'll be our secret!"

Lucinda felt joyful holding her little girl in her arms, feeling their nude bodies pressed together. She was a darling! Lucinda said to herself.

Joanna held her mother's hands over her chest she lifted them to her lips and kissed them. She had always loved and admired her mom; now she was filled with sexual desire for her. She turned in her mother's arms and facing her took Lucinda's breast in her mouth. Joanna lightly kissed and gently sucked the nipple.

"Mmm ..." her mother purred. "You're such an angel, Joanna!"

Joanna gently pushed her mother onto her back as she started kissing Lucinda from her stomach down across her belly to the tufts of pubic hair between her legs. Lucinda opened her thighs to give her child access to her molten sex. Lucinda was very wet for her daughter!

Joanna took pleasure in smelling her mother's cunt. This was better than the thong, she observed. Using her thumbs, the girls parted the hair between Lucinda's legs and began to cover her pudendum with soft kisses.

"Oh, Joanna! My darling!" Lucinda gasped as her lovely preteen daughter's tongue darted into her mom's wet opening.

Joanna was soon overcome with desire and unceremoniously plunged her face into Lucinda's slippery pussy, smearing her mother's love juices all over her mouth, chin, cheeks, and nose. She lapped at her mom's cunt with gusto, savoring the taste and the feel of her first pudendum. My beautiful mother! She thought. I'm having sex with my beautiful mother! She instinctively stuck a wetted finger into her mom's anus, moving in and out to the rhythm of her cunnilingus.

"Suck my clit, Joanna! Make me cum, honey!"

Joanna clamped her mouth over Lucinda's swollen clitoris and flicked her tongue rapidly in imitation of what her mom had done for her.

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" Lucinda shouted as he climaxed, bucking her hips into her daughter's face. Joanna held on as best she could as her mother writhed in orgasm. Lucinda's body was twitching with the intensity of her climax.

Joanna slowly withdrew her finger from her mom's asshole and smelled the faintly sour scent, which turned her on even more.

As Lucinda recovered, she called to her child.

"Oh, sweetheart! Come to me! Let me kiss you!"

Joanna smiled broadly as she placed her lips to her mother's mouth. They touched tongues in an effort to devour each other. Lucinda broke off their kiss to say,

"Oh, baby! You ate my pussy like an expert! It was so wonderful, darling."

"Oh, Mommy, I'm so in love with you!" She pressed her face to Lucinda's as her mother held her close. She smiled happily as she replied,

"I'm in love with you, too, my sweet child."

They lay in each other's arms for another half hour when Lucinda said,

"Darling, we should get up and get dressed before Daddy and Charlotte get home."

The two women kept nudging each other playfully as they dressed, making them both giggle. A thought suddenly occurred to Lucinda: I should ask her to watch us fuck!

As they dressed, Lucinda told Joanna all about the sexual adventures they had in Spain with the English couple and with each other.

"And, honey: I have had sex with other men."

"Oh, Mommy; really?" Joanna's eyes were wide with wonder.

"Yes, darling, and your father knows about it and he approves. He thinks it's good for me and it turns him on."

"Oh, my ..."

"Yes, I've been encouraging him to start having sex with other women."

"Oh ..."

Joanna frowned slightly. This was a lot for the girl to take in all at once. Lucinda patiently explained how much she and Charles loved each other but that couples sometimes needed other stimulation for a truly satisfying sex life. Recognizing this, Lucinda sought to ease the girl's troubled mind.

"Joanna, darling, sex is beautiful. Daddy and I love doing it together and we love each other very much. It's just that we both found that we like sex with other couples. We want to explore, honey."

Joanna accepted what her mother said. This was her first foray into the sex life of adults. Feeling like a stranger in a strange land, she trusted her mom to guide her through it.

"Mom, will you help me to understand it better? Will you help me learn about it?"

Lucinda wrapped her arms around her youngest child and kissed her cheek.

"My dear, of course I will. I'm glad you don't think I'm horrible for the way I have sex."

"Of course not! Mommy, you're wonderful!"

"Really, Lucinda? We never did that with Charlotte."

Lucinda had just asked her husband if he would mind having Joanna in bed with them when they next had sex. He was startled by her question, having never thought about Joanna in that way.

"Well ..." Lucinda thought it was the right time to tell him about her tryst with their youngest daughter.

"Remember I told you I masturbated thinking about Joanna?"

Yes, I do but ..."

"Well, she told me that she's been sniffing my thong ..."

"What!"

"Yes, and that she was attracted to me. I know; it sounds weird."

Charles was surprised to say the least. He asked his wife,

"So, what did you do?"

When Lucinda smiled without answering he said,

"No! You didn't?!"

Lucinda arched an eyebrow and said,

"Yes, I did ... and so did she!"

Charles couldn't believe it.

"Lucinda ..."

"Charles, she's horny. It's natural. Of course, she's horny for me. That's hardly normal but I'm not going to turn her away. I don't think she needs to be rejected right now. And, I'm enjoying it."

Charles's jaw dropped.

"Yes, I really am. I love my daughters. If Joanna wants to learn about sex first hand, then I'm going along with it."

Charles immediately asked, "So why do you want her to watch us?"

"I want her to be exposed to heterosexual love. She's had only masturbatory and lesbian experience so far. Don't you think we should try to complete her 'education?'"

Charles's opened his eyes wide and thought for a moment.

"As crazy as it sounds, yes, I think you're right. So ... what do we do?"

"We lick, suck, and fuck like we always do; that's what," Lucinda replied confidently.

"Okay, but what if she wants to ... you know ..." He looked at his wife expectantly.

Taking a moment to consider his question, Lucinda then coolly replied, "That's up to you. You'll have to decide how much you can handle and how far you're willing to go."

Charles had no reply to that but merely frowned thoughtfully. It was there that they left it.

Alone with her mother, Joanna was eager to discuss sex and what it meant to her parents. She had accepted her mother's sexual life as not only normal but beautiful and appealing. She wanted to know more.

Although Lucinda had described it to the girl, Joanna had a difficult time envisioning it. Wondering if she should try to sneak a peek at the abundant pornography on the Web, Joanna rejected that idea. She feared that what she would see might somehow spoil the image she wished to form of the "real thing," i.e., her parents in full view having sex. She longed to see them and no one else.

Having thought about it beforehand, when Joanna mentioned this to her mother Lucinda readily agreed that she should see her parents fucking.

Joanna was wide-eyed listening to her mother. Lucinda asked her if she wanted to be in bed with her parents Saturday evening while they had sexual intercourse! It was Thursday.

"Mommy ... I ..." Joanna hesitated.

Lucinda attempted to put her at ease.

"Darling, you don't have to; I just thought we'd offer."

"So, will Daddy think it's okay?" the girl was biting a fingernail.

"Yes, honey; he will. He's looking forward to it. Last evening, I told him about us."

"Oh!" Joanna was embarrassed to have her father know about the sex she had with her mom.

"Joanna, remember what I told about Daddy, that he lets me have sex with other men and women on occasion? He thought that our love was beautiful. When I asked him about having you watch us, he was thrilled." Sort of, she said to herself.

"Wow! Really, Mommy?" The girl was wide-eyed and excited.

"Yes, darling. At first he was surprised. Then, after he thought about it for a while, he agreed with me that it would be wonderful to have you see us fucking."

"Oh, Mommy; I'd love to!" Joanna was smiling as she thought lying with her parents as they had sex. She shivered in anticipation!

Lucinda hugged her daughter and kissed her cheek.

"Joanna, you're going to see that pussy that you smelled and tasted the other day fucked open and cummed in by your father's gorgeous penis."

Joanna sucked in her breath and said, "Yeah ... Wow!"

"And, honey," her mother said, "if you're feeling very daring ..."

Lucinda whispered in the pretty red-headed 12 year old's ear. Joanna's eyes went wider still and she gasped. "Do you want me to, Mommy?"

"Only if you want to, dear."

"Okay ... can I think about it?"

"Of course, darling; no one is going to push to do anything. Now take off your clothes. I want to lick your vagina before your father and your sister get home."

Joanna's heart beat faster and her face flushed in anticipation of sex with her adorable mom. Oh, I love her so much! Joanna thought. She quickly doffed her clothes and nervously kept pushing her long, thick, auburn tresses over her shoulders.

For her part, Lucinda was charmed by her daughter's excitement. My lovely little girl is hot for me! Me! she thought, her mother! Lucinda was down to her lavender under garments, which she intended to strip off slowly to tease and to tempt her youngest daughter.

Lucinda reached behind her back to undo her bra and then thought better of it.

"Joanna, would you undo my bra, please?"

The girl eagerly rushed behind her mother and with quick fumbling fingers, undid the clasp. She anticipated seeing her mom's generous breasts, the tits she loved to kiss and fondle, the boobs by which she desired to be almost smothered.

But Lucinda, turning to face her young daughter, kept the bra pressed to her chest, covering still her large breasts. Joanna was disappointed and it registered on her face.

"Did you want to see my tits, Joanna?" she teased.

Joanna said, pouting, "Yes, Mommy; please!"

Lucinda merely smiled and pulled the bra down only far enough to reveal the top semi-circles of her silver-dollar sized areoles but not her nipples. She was tormenting her daughter, making her desirous, making her squirm.

"Mommy ..." Joanna said, almost whining now, "let me see them!"

Lucinda took pity on the girl and dropped one cup to reveal the full right breast and jiggled it with her hand. Then she dropped the other, letting the underwear fall to the floor.

Joanna rushed to her mother and buried her face between the warm, soft orbs. She groaned with pleasure. Lucinda rubbed her breasts against the sides of her daughter's face.

"Kiss them and suck them, honey!" she whispered tenderly to her child. Looking down and seeing her pretty full face underneath all that mass of beautiful, thick, wavy auburn tresses turned Lucinda on tremendously.

Joanna sucked her mother's nipple tenderly. Lucinda gently stroked the girl's hair. Having made love to her mother once already, Joanna was emboldened to reach down inside her mother's panties to feel the moist slit underneath her nest of pubic hair.

"Oh, darling!" Lucinda exclaimed, laughing. "You really are horny, aren't you?!"

Confident now, Joanna smiled slyly and replied,

"Yes; horny for you, Mommy!"

Lucinda rolled back onto the bed and lifted her legs so as to make it easy for her daughter to pull her mother's underpants down, which she did without hesitation. Not so shy, now, Lucinda said to herself. The twelve year old dived between her mom's thighs and began to lick Lucinda's clitoris. She looked down at her daughter's head between her legs.

"Oh, baby! That's so good! Joanna, you're a natural!"

Flushed with pleasure by what Lucinda said, Joanna stopped for a moment to lift her eyes and smile at her mother. Lucinda smiled back at her and with a sudden idea occurring to her said,

"Joanna; get your clothes off. I want to do something special with you."

The girl stopped and looked at her mother quizzically. She shrugged her shoulders and stood up to remove her clothes. Lucinda liked watching her child undress.

As her daughter stood naked before her, Lucinda beckoned to her and bid her come close.

"Come over here, darling. Now, get on top of me but with your pussy in my face and your face in my pussy. Can you do that?"

The girl smiled broadly and eagerly, but carefully, maneuvered herself into the "69" position. Once adequately positioned, Lucinda wrapped her arms around Joanna's lower back and pulled her down onto her face. Lucinda pressed the girl's smooth, wet, red vulva onto her mouth. She extended her tongue and searched for Joanna's clitoris. As she performed cunnilingus on the girl, she teased her gently by pressing an occasional finger onto the wrinkled flesh of her anus, stimulating Joanna's "back door."

For her part, Joanna was overwhelmed by the novelty and the closeness of this simultaneous and extraordinarily intimate sexual activity. Her nose was inches from her mother's asshole, something she could never had imagined only a few days before. In a moment of daring for the 12 year old, she parted her mother's butt cheeks and flicked her tongue over Lucinda's "brown star."

The two women, mother and child, pleasured each other to mutual orgasm. Joanna felt such happiness as in the aftermath she flipped around and snuggled next to her mom. They lay close together, the scent of each other's pussies still on their faces.

"Mommy, I never thought about doing that. Did you do that before with Daddy?"

"Yes, darling; your father and I like the 69 position. That's what it's called."

"Wow! That was so cool! Did you do it with Gwen?"

"Yes, honey; I did."

"Wow!" she replied.

Joanna snuggled closer to her mother. They would get up in a few minutes and pretend that nothing like this had happened between them. As they lay together, Joanna again pondered her mom and dad's sex life. The frequency of sex with her mother had made Joanna want to know more about what Lucinda did with her husband.

There was a part of Joanna that wanted very much to see her parents have sexual intercourse. The question became: Would she really dare to do it? It was one thing to think about when horny but another now that she was sexually stated (for the moment) and a bit more sobered.

Just two nights later, Joanna walked softly up to her parents' bedroom door. The little girl was dressed in a long flannel nightgown. Winter nights were very cold in Madison, Wisconsin. She felt uncomfortable putting her ear to the door. For her, the feelings were a mix of apprehension and excitement. This was the night she would watch her parents have sex.

Hesitating outside the door, she finally knocked softly. It only took her mother six seconds to come to the door and open it.

"Hello, sweetheart!" she greeted her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mommy ... I think so."

Lucinda smiled and took her daughter's hand.

"Come in, sweetheart."

Charles had turned to face Joanna as she crawled into the space between her parents.

"How's my darling, girl?" he said to her.

"I'm good, daddy; just a little cold!" which made him laugh.

"Well, just snuggle in here and you'll be warm in no time."

Lucinda had moved over next to Joanna and pulled the covers up over them. Charles kissed Joanna on the cheek and stroked her hair.

Lucinda turned toward her youngest daughter and was smoothing her hair and fussing with the collar of her nightgown. She gently caressed Joanna's face and took her hand, kissing it.

Joanna turned over toward her mother and impulsively kissed her lips. She and Lucinda stopped moving and just looked at each other in the faint moonlight filtering in through the frosted bedroom window. Lucinda took her daughter's face in her hands and kissed her on the lips; a long, lingering kiss. Joanna was breathing hard and had closed her eyes.

"Mommy ..." Joanna was anxious about being sexual with her mother in the presence of her father despite telling the child about the conversation she had with Charles about that subject.

Her mother began to kiss her again, this time opening her mouth to touch her tongue to Joanna's lips. Joanna instinctively opened her mouth and touched her tongue to her mother's and in seconds she had placed her hands on Lucinda's big breasts.

Lucinda got out of bed and stood up. She lifted her nightgown up and stood nude before her daughter. "Take off your nightgown, darling," she said softly.

Joanna looked nervously to her left to see what her father's reaction would be. In the moonlight streaming into her parents' bedroom, Charles was smiling at her.

"It's all right, Joanna; Mommy told me all about your lovemaking. It's okay, honey. I think it's beautiful that you're attracted to each other."

"Oh, Daddy; thank you!" she exclaimed, relieved. She kissed her father quickly on the lips and turned toward her mother.

Joanna slowly lifted her hips to slide the nightgown up enough so she could pull it off. She sat up to complete the act, tossing the garment onto the bed covers. The 12 year old had not worn underpants. In the moonlight she was silvered. Her little nipples and aureoles were dark spots on her pale skin. Joanna had not sprouted much pubic hair, which left her delicate slit visible.

The girl's heart was beating faster, now. She was excited, wondering what her mother and father would do next, wondering when they start having sex.

Lucinda got back under the covers and leaned over Joanna. She resumed French kissing the little girl while running her hands over her chest, up and down her sides, and over her thighs.

Joanna's sex was moistening. Mmm ... she thought. It feels so good with her!

"Oh, Mommy!" she whispered. "Oh, Mommy!"

Her father took off his T-shirt and shorts, revealing a sizable erection, and slid closer to the naked girl.

"You're so beautiful, Joanna!" her mother said. Lucinda was trembling as she kissed her little daughter's cheeks, forehead, nose, and neck. "My baby girl!"

She felt her father's erection poking her in the back. She opened her eyes wide and grinned.

Lucinda laughed and said, "Honey, I want you to watch me and your father have sex Now. You've wondered what we look like; now you're going to see!

"First, I'm going to suck your father's cock; then, he's going to eat my pussy."

Joanna's mouth was open. She was really going to see them fucking!

Her father was lying on his back with his erect penis sticking up and pointing toward his belly. Lucinda positioned herself between his legs on her knees. She grasped his penis with her left hand and bent her head to begin fellating him.

Joanna was excited to see the head of her father's cock disappear into her mother's mouth. She was blowing him! Joanna was both shocked and thrilled. She stared intently, concentrating on watching what her mother was doing. It was so thrilling and so absorbing that she was startled when her father spoke to her.

"Joanna?"

The girl turned quickly, wide-eyed to face her dad. He addressed her, acknowledging her presence, her participation even if only as a spectator when he said,

"Do you like what you see, darling?"

"Oh ... oh, yes, Daddy! It's ... it's ..." She was having trouble finding the right words.

Charles filled in the gap.

"Yes, it must be so new and surprising to see your beautiful mother sucking a cock."

Joanna nodded. "Yes, it's something I didn't expect."

"You probably thought only bad women and girls did that, right?"

Glad that the light was faint, Joanna blushed crimson because that's exactly what she thought.

"Well, as you can see, the nicest women do that for the men they love."

Lucinda was sucking and stroking her father's erect penis. The girl marveled at her mother's obvious skill. Then Lucinda stopped and looking up, spoke to her daughter.

"Honey, did you want to try it?"

Joanna's eyes opened very wide. She looked at her mother holding her father's hard cock; she looked at her father, smiling at her.

"Daddy ..." she said tentatively.

"Go ahead, darling, if you want to," he said, encouragingly.

She drew in a breath sharply, swallowed hard, and said,

"Okay ... Mommy; what do I do?"

"Here, honey," her mother answered. "Just take it from the side. Hold it like this ... there, that's good. Now, lick around the head to start. That's it, darling; lick slowly and especially touch the underside. That's where it's most sensitive."

Joanna followed her mother's instructions and heard her father sigh pleasurably in response. Lucinda continued her daughter's "crash course" in fellatio.

"Now, put the head in your mouth and slide your hand up and down. That's it ... that's good."

Joanna was struck by the sudden realization that she was giving her first blow job ... and that it was to her father! The three of them were breaking all kinds of taboos!

"That feels good, Joanna," Charles said to her. She stopped to smile at the compliment. Lucinda echoed the sentiment.

"For your first time, you're doing very well, Joanna." She stroked Joanna's long, thick auburn hair.

The girl resumed her cocksucking, concentrating intently, focused on doing it well. She wondered vaguely if she was doing it as well as her sister. After another minute, her mom stopped her.

"Okay, honey, now I'm going to get on top of your father and insert his penis into my vagina."

Joanna moved out of the way and Lucinda moved up the bed to swing one leg over her father's thighs and grasping his cock, stuffed it into her pussy. Joanna watched, fascinated, as her mother fucked herself on her father's rod. It glistened in the moonlight with her moisture as she moved up and down. Joanna could hear the squishing sounds as the cock pumped in and out of her mother's sex.

Joanna was amazed as well as turned on. She was actually watching them fuck right in front of her! Excited by what she was witnessing, she let her right stray down between her legs. She rubbed her clitoris gently but quickly as she watched her parents copulate.

"Let me get on top of you, sweetheart," her father said. They changed positions with her mom on her back and her father on his knees. He guided his cock back into her wet vagina and then leaned forward to drive his erection down into her. Lucinda's legs were spread and her knees were bent as Charles fucked her hard, shaking the bed. Joanna by now was lying on her back looking to her left at her parents fucking. She masturbated joyfully, engulfed by the sight, sound, and smell of the sex around her.

"Okay, baby," Charles said to his wife, "I'm going to cum!"

"Oh, take it out, Charles, if you can; show Joanna what it looks like when you shoot!"

Joanna was mesmerized by the sight of her father withdrawing his hard-on from her mom's hairy pussy and then shooting three separate ropes of semen onto her belly by rubbing his cock with his hand.

Lucinda looked up at her husband and smiled. Charles looked over at Joanna. Joanna looked first to her mother, then her father.

"Oh, wow! Daddy, your penis is beautiful!" she blurted, not knowing what else to say.

Lucinda and Charles laughed as Joanna giggled. Lucinda then said to her daughter,

"Honey, I want you to see me do something special now."

Joanna watched as her mother scooped up two fingers full of semen and brought it to her lips. She lapped at it with her tongue before lifting her hand, tilting her head back, and letting the concupiscent glob slide down her digits into her mouth.

Seeing her mother swallow her father's cum made Joanna eyes open very wide, indeed. Lucinda smeared the last little bit onto her lips and then invited her daughter to kiss them.

"Don't be afraid, honey; the taste of semen is nothing to be afraid of. I love sucking your father off and always insist that he shoot it into my mouth so I can taste it and swallow it.

"Come, Joanna; kiss me!"

The girl cautiously approached her mom. She lay down next to Lucinda and awaited the spermy kiss to come. Lucinda smiled and stroked her daughter's long, think hair and said,

"I love you so much, darling."

"We both do, Joanna," her father added.

Joanna smiled and boldly turned to her mother, opened her mouth, and placed over Lucinda's for a deep French kiss, a true soul kiss. She tasted the slightly bitter saltiness of her father's cream on her sensual mother's lips. Joanna's heart raced and her pussy became wetter.

As they kissed, her father reached over and gently touched her clitoris. It was the first time Charles had touched his daughter "inappropriately," which made her sigh and roll over onto her back. She had been licked to orgasm by her mother but had not considered her father in the same way. Now, that had changed. Joanna was fully prepared emotionally and psychologically to be her father's lover as well. She knew at that moment, as indeed all three of them did, that he would be one to take her virginity. It was only a question of when.

Charles followed up his touch of her nether region by lying between her legs to perform cunnilingus on his youngest child. It was his first molestation of her or any child after the oral sodomy her mother encouraged her to perform. He wanted to be her first rapist as well as to perform anal sodomy in the next few days. It was only a matter of what the little girl could tolerate. From now, on, she would be spending quite a few nights in her parents' bed.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried softly, "that feels so good! I love you so much, Daddy!"

Joanna turned to Lucinda.

"Mommy, I love you!"

Overcome with passion for both her husband and her daughter, Lucinda replied,

"I love you, too, honey, the way a woman loves a woman!"

Lucinda turned over to place her mouth over her daughter's nipple, which she gently sucked and lovingly bit. Joanna gasped! She was feeling the simultaneous lust of both her parents for her. For her! She was the object of their desire! She, who thought of herself as an ugly duckling, someone who's desire for her mother made her feel perverted. Her parents had banished all that by their attention to her sensual needs and their honesty about their desire for each other.

It only remained for her to be fucked by her father. Dare she ask for it now? Would he respond to her desire, to her need for his penis in her virgin sex? What would her beloved mother think?

The girl was starting to cum from her father's cunt lapping. Charles was eating her out expertly, as he often did to his slut wife, Lucinda. Lucinda sensed Joanna's desire and leaned over to give her permission.

"Joanna, if you want your father to take you, just ask. I think he will not refuse," she said softly just as preteen girl orgasmed.

'Ahh ... ahh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ...ahhhh ..."

Joanna's hips lifted off the bed. She involuntarily thrust her sex at her father's face as he continued licking her clitoris, driving her nearly mad with delight! Charles stayed locked to her vulva with his tongue pleasuring her to the fullest extent. He eased off as the girl writhed and moaned.

"Oh, god! ... oh my god! ... oh!"

Charles enjoyed the smell and taste of Joanna's virgin pussy. The girl secreted her love moisture in abundance, making it a very sloppy and sensual performance of cunnilingus.

Lucinda lay to Joanna's left as Charles positioned himself to her right. The girl gradually calmed. When she did, she turned to her father and kissed him on the lips.

"Daddy, thank you; thank you. That was wonderful!" She turned over to address her loving mother.

"Oh, Mommy! Thank you for doing this for me! Thank you!"

Lucinda and kissed her daughter's lips with tenderness and passion. She looked Joanna in the eyes in that dim light and said,

"It's time, darling, for you to become a woman in the fullest sense. Ask your father to fuck you, dear."

Joanna looked for a long time at her mother. She reached out and stroked her face. She then turned to her father and said,

"Daddy will you fuck me? Please? Fuck me now!"

Charles hesitated. "Joanna ... it hurts the first time, darling ... are you sure ..."

"Yes, Daddy; I know. Mommy told me all about it. I don't care. I want it. Please!"

"Charles; take her," Lucinda said, which decided the issue for him.

He was fully erect and filled with desire for the child. He would now rape her, gloriously, beautifully, and lustily as she desired; as they all desired.

Joanna looked as her father's face. Her mother turned on the night stand lamp to its lowest level thus creating an almost dreamlike setting for her husband and daughter.

Charles looked down to guide the head of his fully erect and throbbing cock in between Joanna's cunt lips, to position the "fierce machine" to do its work in her unsullied sex. She would be rent in order to be made whole. She reached up to hold him as he plunged deeply into her.

"Oh!" the girl cried as the pain of her hymen tearing jolted her. "Oh!"

Her father thrust his penis quickly and deeply into his child, seeking to touch the bottom of her womb. Lucinda stroked her daughter's hair and whispered,

"There, darling, it only hurts for a little bit. You'll see how wonderful it feels after that first time, after it breaks your maidenhead." She kissed her daughter's cheek as she lay beneath her husband as he fucked their little girl.

Unexpectedly excited to be fucking a child, Charles came very quickly.

"Joanna! I'm cumming, darling! I'm cumming!"

The girl was filled with lust and desire as she cried,

"Yes, Daddy! Cum in me! Cum in me!"

Charles fired load after load into his lovely little girl's twat. The semen started to push out from the thrusting of his cock. It was tinged with the blood of her torn hymen. Staining the bed, their marriage bed upon which he so many times fucked his spouse. Now, it was his child that he was fucking!

Spent now, Charles lay down upon his sweet little 12 year old daughter, positioning himself on his elbows and drawn-up knees. His still-hard cock lodged in her small cunt hole, he held her tight and whispered, "I love you, my sweetheart, I love you. My little girl ... my little girl ..."

Joanna smiled and held her father tightly, keeping his penis in her as long as possible.

Lucinda stroked her husband's muscular bottom as he lay between Joanna's legs. He did it! she said to herself; he fucked our little girl! It was so beautiful! she thought; so beautiful!

Joanna would now become part of their adult lovemaking. She was changed, now; she would sleep with them regularly both together and separately. There was still more for her to learn and her parents would teach her. She would "learn by doing."

Both her parents wanted her; this now meant a lot to the little girl who had suffered from insecurities. She was closest to her parents and her sister so it made sense to her that both Lucinda and Charles should be her guides to the world of sexual relations.

Lucinda, however, was the principal guiding force and inspiration in her life as well as the primary object of her desire. Thanks to her mother's understanding, patience, tutelage, and love, she would now likely grow into the confident, sensual woman she was meant to be.