My name is Connie. I'm a single mother with a sixteen-year-old daughter named Becky. Her father was some guy I met at a party and foolishly took back to my place when I'd had a few too many. He never even knew the result of our one night stand. With lots of help from my parents, I raised Becky myself. She turned out beautifully, an intelligent, sweet-natured girl with a delicious sense of humor, lovely as an April morning...

When I awakened, the sunlight that filled the room puzzled me for a few seconds -- I normally slept on the other side of the house, where the sun only put in an appearance in the afternoon. Then it all came back to me in a dizzying rush. My mother and I had made love yesterday; had shared our bodies, our souls. More that that, we'd fucked. I was alone in bed, but Mom had left a fresh-cut pink camellia on the pillow for me...

Hand in hand, we climbed the stairs, grinning like giddy children. Mom led me into her bedroom, switching on a small lamp on the nightstand.Her soft arms twined round my waist, mine round hers. We gazed at one another for a long moment, both of us suddenly shy, unsure of what to do next."I love you, Mom," I whispered."Oh... I adore you, my sweet, sweet child," she replied, her eyes misty. As if in a dream, our mouths slow...

I sipped at my iced tea, watching my mother as she stood at the kitchen counter, deftly chopping vegetables. God, it felt good to be home. I'd just finished a brutal year of college, and looked forward to a relaxing summer with Mom.  You might have heard of my mother, actually, except that I can't tell you her name. She's a fairly successful author of historical novels. She ditched my loser of a dad when I was ten, and ha...

I was luxuriating in a steamy bath, my eyes half-closed as I savored that wonderful, sensuous feeling of complete relaxation. This was the very best time of the day, when I could shut the world away and let my thoughts drift. After awhile I allowed a hand to casually slip between my thighs, seeking out the tingling center of my cunt. The tub was carved from a large blue-white block of Carrera marble, shaped into a broad o...

My name is Tess, and I run a women's clothing store with my twin sister Angie. We're a pair of cute, perky redheads in our mid-twenties with a knack for finding fun and trouble -- often at the same time. At our boutique, we are often given the opportunity to see beautiful women in their underthings, sometimes completely naked -- and since Angie and I are both lesbians, we seize any opportunity to do just that. Now and the...