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Foreword:

I have read so many bad stories about a lesbian incestuous relationship
between mothers and daughters that I decided, for the first time, have a go
at it.

So meet Anne Jeffrey and her twin daughters Kelly and Kylie. Anne is a
single mother who has raised the twins alone, except for the kind help of a
neighbor, Mrs. Grimes. Anne tries to make ends meet. She works as a
paralegal but she burns the midnight oil as she wants to become a lawyer. In
the meantime, her teenage daughters give her grief because of their wild
ways. Things become far more complicated when Anne discovers her growing
attraction to her teenage daughters and realizes her daughters are fond of
making out with other girls "for fun."

Have fun and let me know what you think of it.

-jan

 

One





Anne Jeffrey looked at her own image in the mirror and studied her features
Her wavy, full-bodied, blonde hair was still full of vitality and luster.
She was a 30-years-old single mother, who had raised her two twin daughters
on her own. Her boyfriend and family had deserted her when she needed them
most. She had cried countless tears, but that was supposed to be the past
now. She blinked her eyes, focusing on something else other than her own
neutral face. She applied the creamy facial lotion on her face with vigor,
if not with some sudden rage. Sometimes she could not help but feel cheated
She was a good kid back in high school. She was a popular girl because of
her amazing good looks and happy-go-lucky personality. She was supposed to
have gone to a Ivy League college, and become this big-shot lawyer; instead
she had been banned from her parents' home, shunned by her so-called
friends, when her "untimely" pregnancy became known.

John Simon Jeffrey, her father, had insisted on an abortion. He had
threatened her, he had cajoled her. Her pregnancy would be the disgrace of
the family. He was a lawyer and he knew how important one's reputation was.

"And you are ruining it," he had screamed at her, "by being so stupidly
stubborn."

"I'm not gonna do it, Dad," she replied, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm
not gonna do it."

All these long forgotten memories had reappeared the day before. Kelly and
Kylie's fifteenth birthday. Her daughters were the same age as when she got
pregnant with them, and unconsciously the fear of early pregnancy had crept
upon her like an ominous shadow. Anne was simply afraid for them, the
dangers of unprotected sex. She had seen the signs. Kelly and Kylie were two
attractive girls, who looked a lot like her when she was their age. And
being identical twins make them so popular with the boys. She had repeatedly
warned them, "You don't want to be like me.  Don't throw away your future
because of... sex. Sex is overrated, anyway."

"Mom, don't worry," Kelly said. "We just like to have fun. We're not gonna
do anything dumb."

Anne glanced at the alarm clock. It was 10 p.m. and her daughters weren't
home. Their curfew was 11 p.m. although they usually pushed the limits by
returning home at midnight or even later. She would ground them, but her
daughters would defy her, seemingly unafraid of the consequences. There had
been a lot of yelling lately. And Anne hated herself for it. She was
becoming her own unyielding, hateful parents, but she was their mother. She
had to teach them the little she knew about life.

She opened a book and read for hours until she entered her world of dreams.
She was back at her parents' place, an old colonial mansion, with too many
rooms and dark corners. She lay on her bed, alone, afraid of what might
happen. Sometimes he came to her room and touched her breasts and nipples.
She really didn't want to. She wanted to scream, but he was her daddy.

"Daddy?"

"Shh, sweetheart. This is our secret."

"Daddy, please..." She wanted him to go, to leave her alone, but he didn't.
He kept her touching her small breasts and nipples. He'd only leave if she
began to cry. And so she did, loudly.

"Don't cry, honey. Don't cry." His voice seemed scared, especially when the
lights of her bedroom came on.

Her father jumped off the bed when he saw his wife standing on the doorway.

"What's going on? Why's Annie crying?"

"I... don't know. That's why I'm here."

Liar, Anne thought, waking up and returning to the present. She shook her
head and stood up, trembling. It had been a nightmare, Anne concluded as she
combed her flowing hair in front of the hall mirror. The waves of her perm
were disappearing, making her look younger, she thought, sighing. Sometimes
people thought she was her daughters' older sister, much to her enjoyment
and the girls' annoyance. She had dated a couple of successful bright men,
but the sex had always been a disaster. The intimate touch of men left her
cold, unable to respond. It was all right to kiss them, but more than that
felt too much to bear. She had considered therapy and tell about her family
secrets, but somehow she didn't feel like it.

It was 2 a.m. when Kelly and Kylie returned home. Anne was still awake, as
she could not sleep while her daughters were away in a god-knows-who party.
She heard them turn the key as silently as possible. She pondered whether
she would confront them. For once she could let them be, but her panicky
nature made her go to their room and turn on the lights.

"Mom," they cried at the same time.

If Anne weren't so worried, she could've thought the scene right in front of
her as comical. She caught Kelly completely naked, save for her panties that
had run down her long slender milky white thighs and were now stretched out
at her knees, preventing the pair from hitting the floor. Both girls covered
their bare breasts, their blue eyes huge with fear of retaliation and
punishment. But Anne remained strangely silent. She didn't say a word,
staring at her daughters with a blank expression.

"Mom, are you OK?" Kylie asked,  coming closer to her mother and, as if she
had momentarily forgotten her partial nudity, uncovering her breasts.

"Yes," Anne stated. "Just go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Mom, let me explain."

"Kylie, I don't want to hear it. I'm tired. I'm tired of waiting for you. I
couldn't sleep... but what else is new. I only wish..."

"Mom, please, don't turn this into a melodrama. We were just with friends.
Why can't you understand that?"

Anne faced Kelly, her eldest daughter, with a stern expression. Kelly had
always been like that<headstrong, impetuous, unforgiving and rebellious. And
her younger sister followed her wherever she'd go.

"Kelly, I don't want to have this conversation right now. Go to bed and
we'll talk tomorrow."

"You gonna ground us again?"

"If I have to."

"Mom!"

"Go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow."

                                 -oOo-

Kelly Jeffrey lay awake on her bed. She didn't want to leave the party, but
Kylie kept nagging her they had to go. Anne wanted them back at 11 p.m. but
that rarely happened. They would fight and Anne would ground them, to no
effect. Kelly knew her mother was weak. She hadn't a husband to enforce her
authority. The 'wait-till-your-father-comes-home' didn't work with them.
Kelly had asked her mother who her father was, but Anne either didn't reply
or said she didn't know.

"How come you don't know? You slept with him, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I didn't know him. I didn't know his name."

"Mom, how could you not know his name? You had sex with a complete stranger,
is that it?"

"Don't remind me of it, Kelly. I don't want to talk about it."

"Mom, please, tell me."

"Go brush your teeth and go to bed."

"Mom!" she cried out in frustration as her mother left her alone in the
small hall of their two-story home.

"Kylie, are you awake?" Kelly asked as she squinted at her sister's lying
silhouette, returning to the present.

"No."

"Very funny."

"I'm always funny," Kylie replied, turning over to meet her sister's gaze.
"What?"

"Do you mind if I go over?"

"To my bed, you mean?"

"Yes, of course."

"Sure. It wouldn't be the first time."

"Nor the last."

"Very funny," Kylie said between giggles.

Kelly slid closer to Kylie and, as usual, let her arm drape over her
sister's waist.

"Stop tickling me," Kylie protested. "Because you can't sleep you don't have
to molest me, you perv."

Kelly chuckled, removing her arm from her sister's body, turning her body
onto a supine position. She sighed and thought about the party. It had been
a good one. She had danced all night with a couple of cute guys and even
some hot strawberry blonde chick who made all the guys howl out like hungry
wolves. The buzz of a half dozen of beers and a couple of joints made the
experience possible and even desirable. It was awesome to hear all that
screaming and hooting because she was grinding against another girl, instead
of a boy. It had been a crazy night, only to be curtailed by Miss
Goody-Two-Shoes, who wanted to avert yet another confrontation with Anne,
their mother.

Kelly shut her eyes and dreamt about the party, Rob Pearson, Randy Carlson
and Nancy Boop, as the blonde girl called herself. The dream was as
confusing as the party had been. She was tossed around as though she was a
badminton shuttlecock. People stared and laughed at her; even Nancy cocked
her head and snickered, rejecting her open arms.

                                 -oOo-

Anne waited downstairs for her two daughters to come down for breakfast. She
was in a slightly bad humor. She had slept too little and the culprits were
still snoring away. She resisted the urge of climbing up the stairs and
yelling at them. When she was younger she had vowed not to do the same with
her children. She was not a morning person and she would never be.

Silently Anne sipped at her coffee mug and read the headlines of the
newspapers. She worked as a paralegal with Weston, Essex & Lamb while
studying law in a nearby college. Her highest goal was still to become a top
lawyer and show John S. Jeffrey how well she could manage without him and
his money and his self-righteous friends. To be aware of what was happening
in the world was the first lesson of how-to-become-a-damn-good-lawyer she
had learned at the firm.

Kylie was the first to show up at the kitchen, with her disheveled straight
blond hair and a short white T-shirt for a pajama top and some snug short
shorts for a pajama bottom. Distractedly Anne noticed Kylie's uncovered long
legs. Her youngest daughter was surely growing up, turning into a very
attractive girl.

"Good morning you."

Kylie drew her head up and blew her tresses away from her eyes. With droopy
eyes, she said, "Hi, Mom. I didn't notice you were there."

"I noticed you hadn't noticed."

Kylie laughed, setting down the orange juice bottle on the kitchen table.
"I'm still a little bit groggy from last night," she said with a weak yet
attractive smile.

"You weren't drinking, were you?"

"No, Mom. Of course not. You know I never drink."

"And what about Kelly?"

"That you have to ask her."

"OK. I'll ask her," Anne said, resuming her reading. "Don't you worry."

"Mom?"

"Yes?" Anne asked, raising her eyes to meet Kylie's.

"You're not grounding us, are you?"

Anne looked down and then to the side, avoiding her daughter's pleading
stare. She sighed. "I don't want to, but..."

"You know Kelly, Mom. She'll do anything to get on your nerves. She will<"

"Gossiping about me?"

Anne and Kylie turned to see Kelly in a pinkish short T-shirt that read
"Porn Star" and a pair of white panties.

Anne repressed a sudden urge to shout at her eldest, although she really
didn't know the reason why.

"And no, I wasn't drinking," Kelly added, opening the refrigerator and
squinting at the shelves as if she was undecided about what to eat or drink
"You should lighten up, Mom. We weren't doing anything wrong last night."

Anne sighed and returned to her newspaper. It was Sunday morning when she
could relax a little and hit the books. She drank up her coffee to the last
drop and sighed again. Kylie sat across from her, slurping off a bowl of
milk with cereals. Anne's first instinct was to tell her daughter not to
make noises while eating; instead she surprised herself and said, "What are
your plans for today?"

Kelly sat next to her twin sister, holding a steaming coffee mug. "Does that
mean you are not grounding us?"

"Yes, Kelly. I'll let this one slide. But next time..."

"Yay," both girls screamed and high-fived each other.

"Thank you, Mom," Kylie said. "You're the best. I love you."

Anne laughed as her youngest daughter slid her arms around her neck and gave
her cheek a kiss. Kylie was such a affectionate girl, Anne thought. Kylie
sat on Anne's lap and while doing so she brushed her lithe arm against her
mother's breast. That unexpected contact caused a jolt of electricity to
speed down Anne's back. She shook from the weirdness of it all, mixed with
guilt and pleasure. She wanted to rise to her feet, so that she could
dismiss Kylie. Her daughter was arousing her, and her little bottom
fidgeting on her lap was not helping. Anne remembered when Kylie was three
and still wanted to nurse on her breasts. She had to become mad at her so
that her youngest daughter would leave her breasts alone.

"Mom," Kylie asked, playing with Anne's hair that was done up in a loose
bun, "are you going to stay home again and cram?"

"Yes, Kylie," Anne replied, shaking her head, her hair becoming loose, her
long blonde tresses falling down and covering her face. In a swift movement
of the head, she let them cascade down her back. "After all, I am a single
mother who has to pay the bills, so that you can go to college one day."

"Oh Mom," Kylie said and hugged Anne tightly. Anne felt somewhat embarrassed
because she became acutely aware of her daughter's nipples against her
breasts. "I wish you weren't alone." Kylie removed herself from the embrace
she had started and stared at Anne with an expression that betrayed some
sadness, longing, pity and admiration. "I wish you could find someone...
someone nice... You are so pretty, Mom," Kylie continued, smoothing again
her mother's hair. "You are a hot chick, everybody says so." Kylie giggled
somewhat, putting one hand before her mouth as if she had said too much.

"Am I that?" Anne asked, smiling a little. "And who says I am a hot chick?"

"Jeff Douglas, Mike Rogers, Roger Albano, every guy who's laid his eyes on
you say that," Kelly replied, eying her mother and sister with patent
amusement. "'Hey, Kelly, your mom is so hot,' or 'Hey, Kelly, I can't
believe she's your mom. She looks so young.'" And as Kelly said it Anne
would laugh louder and harder, because her older daughter was quite good at
imitating the eager voices of males lusting after her.

"Yes, it's true, Mom," Kylie concurred, resting her head against her mother,
snuggling up closer to Anne's body, which started to react to her daughters'
praise, even if they were relaying someone else's opinions. "Guys are just
crazy about you. So you should start dating."

"No, I'm not going to do that. I just do not have the time nor the
inclination to do it. Besides, I need to get going." And Anne pushed her
daughter off her lap and stood up. "I need to study, take care of the house,
take care of you girls." Anne kept talking to their daughters in a quick
blabber, as if she wanted to buy her some time and keep her confusion in
check. Getting aroused by her daughter's body. Not good, she thought, as she
felt her nipples poke against the fabric of her t-shirt. Not good at all.
"So, what are your plans, girls? You still didn't tell me if you had any."

"No, we don't," Kelly said, helping Anne with the clearing of the table. "We
sort of decided to stay home and watch a movie. Our friends went away for
the weekend and they'll only be back on Monday."

Noticing some disappointment in Kelly's face, Anne came over her older
daughter and enveloped her in her arms. "Kelly, I'm sorry. I wish I could
afford to go away for the weekend, too."

"I know, Mom," Kelly replied, hugging her mother back. "I know you're trying
your best." And with that, Kelly gave Anne a kiss on her right cheek.
"You're the best mom a girl could ask for. And thank you for not grounding
us."

Anne smiled with some embarrassment. She could feel Kelly's naked body under
her daughter's t-shirt. Anne's pussy clenched a bit when Kelly gave her
another kiss, this time closer to the corner of her mouth.

"OK, Kelly. Just go take a shower and change. I'll cram for my exam later.
Since you are stuck with me we'll hang out together today."

"You will?" Kelly and Kylie shrieked at the same time. Anne smiled at her
daughters' contentment. "OK, we're gonna change in no time and I swear you
won't regret it," added Kylie, showering Anne with kisses.

Anne heaved a sigh of relief when her daughters run upstairs and left her
alone. She tried to make sense out of her steady arousal and wondered
whether if being interested in the members of her own family ran in her
blood.

                                 -oOo-

Kylie Jeffrey was waiting for Kelly to come out of the gym's shower room
when she saw Nancy Boop, the girl her twin sister had fun at the latest
party they had gone to.

"Hi, Kelly," Nancy greeted.

Kylie smiled wickedly. Not many people knew how to tell them apart. Even
Anne, when she was tired, which would usually be the case, mixed them up,
calling her Kelly when she meant Kylie.

"Hi, yourself," Kylie said, grinning, going along with the strawberry
blonde's confusion, mimicking for a moment the brazen, careless way her
sister spoke when she was being hit on.

"So, wanna go out tonight for some parties?" Nancy said with a naughty
smile.

Kylie laughed and said, "To do what?"

"I don't know," Nancy said, feigning innocence. She batted her eyelids and
cocked her head, looking at Kylie sideways for added effect. "To have some
fun... with me."

"Oh really?" Kylie said, sending Nancy an evil smile.

"Yeah, don't you wanna?"

"Yeah, that's OK, but only if I can bring my sister too."

"Oh, that's fine. Your sister's cool although a little shy. I wouldn't mind
to get to know her better, too."

Kylie giggled and felt a discharge of adrenalin hit her body. "So, where do
we meet?"

"I'll pick you up. I'm 16 and have my own car."

At that moment Kelly came out of the gym's shower room and with a surprised
look she said, "Hi, Nancy? How are you?"

"Fine, and you?"

"Fine too, thank you."

"Hey, sis," Kylie intervened before her slightly older sister could ruin her
cover. "Nancy is gonna take us to this major party."

"No," Nancy said, shaking her head. "I agreed to take you to more than one."

"Oh, cool," Kelly said. "Mom's gonna be so mad."

"OK, then it's a date. Be outside at 8. I don't like to waste any time when
it's party time."

"Great," Kelly said with a wild grin. When they were about to part, she
asked, "Hey, Nancy, do you know where we live?"

The strawberry blonde turned to the twins and with a sly grin she said, "Of
course, everybody knows where the hottest pair of twins this side of town
live. Be there. I won't forgive you if you stand me up."

                                 -oOo-

Anne noticed something was afoot by the way her daughters whispered and
giggled. She knew her daughters very well, as she had raised them
single-handedly. She had had the help of Mrs. Grimes, the sweetest neighbor
a desperate single mother of twins could ask for, but she had basically been
alone with them for the last fifteen years.

"What's the matter, girls? Would you care to tell me what's the big secret
all about?"

"Oh," Kylie began, "I just pulled the 'twins trick' on a girl who's got the
hots for Kelly."

Anne stared at her youngest with a surprised look. "A girl?"

"Yes, a girl," Kelly said, grinning, playing with the food with her fork.
"We get hit on by girls too, you know."

"No, I wouldn't know that."

"Yeah," Kylie said. "There's this girl we know that she was, like, 'Oooh,
you're twins. That's so cool. I wish I had a twin too. I'd be all over her
in no time.'"

"What?" Anne asked, visibly shocked.

"Yeah, and then she started to make out with Kelly, and then with me."

"Since when you make out with girls?" Anne said, with outrage in her voice.

"Calm down, Mom," Kelly said, defending her sister. "It's just for fun.
We're not lezzies or anything."

"And what was with this girl?" Anne asked, still scowling. "Was she drunk?"

"Well, she was," Kylie said defensively.

"And were you?"

"No," Kelly denied immediately. "I told you, we don't drink."

"I wish I could believe you."

"Mom, it's true."

"Then why did you let her kiss you?" asked Anne sternly.

"Because..." Kelly stopped mid-sentence. She checked her younger sister as
though for some clues as to how she should handle this cross-examination.
She shrugged. "It's for fun, Mom. You don't have to worry about it."

"So, you do like to kiss other girls? If that's for fun. Right?" Anne waited
for an answer, her law student mode taking over. She wanted to get to the
bottom of this. Her daughters were becoming wild party girls, and that had
to stop, before they got hurt.

"I don't kiss them. They kiss me."

"Right, so it's their fault they can't resist you."

"Yeah, I'm pretty irresistible," said Kelly with a wicked grin.

Their conversation went on, Anne making a big deal out of her daughters
kissing other girls "for fun" and the girls stating for the record they were
not lesbians, but two innocent objects of lesbian lust. Eventually, Anne
stood up and ended the discussion.

Anne and her daughters cleared the table. Once again she got suspicious when
her daughters washed the dishes and the kitchen in lightning-fast speed.
Having teenage daughters gave her a sixth sense that something was really
afoot. She heard them run upstairs. She waited for a while, watching TV,
until she could no longer wait. Making as less noise as possible, she
climbed the stairs. She searched for her daughters and they weren't in their
room. She understood they were sharing the bathroom.

She knocked on the door and asked, "What's going on?"

"What?" was the question from the other side of the door.

"What's going on, girls? Let me in."

"No, Mom. We're getting ready."

"Ready for what?"

"For... for a party. I told you, we're going out."

"No, you didn't tell me. And I don't remember say you could go, either."

Immediately, Kelly opened the door, and stared at her mother with a scared
look. She was holding a lipstick tube. She had makeup on, wearing a blood
red on her lips and her eyes were surrounded by black eyeliner, which gave
her daughter an exotic look.

"Mom, we've gotta go. Nancy's gonna come in a minute to pick us up."

"No, I don't have to do anything. I'm still your mother. What is going on?"

"Nothing's going on, Mom," Kylie said, showing up at the door, wearing the
same combination of makeup as her twin sister. Anne was shocked. They looked
like sluts!

"Who's this Nancy?"

"She's a girl from school," Kylie replied. Her older sister had folded her
arms under her breasts, which were covered by a sexy black spaghetti top
that let her midriff bare. Again, in shock, Anne noticed that Kelly was
wearing a twinkling navel piercing.

"What's that? Since when you wearing piercings?"

"Oh, Mom, that's so old. I've been wearing those since 8th grade."

"Since 8th grade?"

"Yes." Suddenly, Kelly pushed herself against Anne's body and held her by
the neck. "Oh, Mom, please let us go. Please? Pretty please?"

Anne's heart went crazy. Forcefully, she released herself from her
daughter's embrace and tried to push her daughter back, but Kelly didn't let
her. Anne panicked. She felt the arousal returning. Her nipples became hard
and her pussy throbbed, getting wet with sexual secretions. Scared with her
reactions, she finally managed to pull herself away from her daughter's
body. And because of her violent shove, as though in slow motion, she saw
Kelly helplessly fall over and hit her head against the washing bowl.

To be continued? If you liked it let me know! :)
Email me at jan123@hotmail.com

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