Missy

by Marie LeClare
I was 12 at the time my aunt came in my room as I was exploring my pussy while using her hand mirror that I took from her room, she just sat down beside me and watched me. Telling me, “Its ok don’t stop just keep doing what you are doing,” which was spreading my little pussy open to get a view that I hadn’t seen before, she reached down and started masturbating me to an unbelievable great orgasm, which of course led to years of sex with my aunt.

Then there was this time, when I was 23, that I was staying overnight with a girlfriend. She had two young daughters ages 11 and 13, Lisa was the 11yo and Michelle was 13 yo, it turns out that she had been masturbating for a while and was not a shy little girl, now she knew that I would be sleeping with her mom, so at every chance she had she would flash me.

Yes, that’s right, she would open her legs pull the shorts to one side and show me her red wet pussy, smile while she was rubbing her little clit.

Well one evening she was taking her bath and she shouted to her mom to wash her back, her mom was busy and ask me to see what she wanted, so I went in the bathroom and she said that her mom always washed her back, so I said ok I’ll do that for you.

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All Natural Commune

by Marie LeClare

I moved to a commune when I was 12, with my Mommy, and I didn’t know exactly what a commune was, outside of the fact that we didn’t wear any clothes and my Daddy had lots of other Mommies. Everyone let their underarm and pussy hair grow to a full bush and everywhere I looked I saw natural boobs, hanging full and round. Even at 12 I was still nursing and at the commune all the kids nursed from whatever Mommy’s tits happened to be near. I loved the taste of all the Mommies at the camp and learned to enjoy the particular sexy smell of every Mommy’s furry bush.

I was short at 12 and my nose came right up to most Mommies’ crotch so I could easily get a good whiff standing in line for something or just hanging around. I’d stand next to a pretty young mommy with my arms around her thighs hugging her with my nose presssed deep within her buttcrack.

I really enjoyed it when we had to go to town and I got to see other girls my age wearing pretty dresses and bows in their hair, but my Mommy said that pretty dresses were work of the devil, so I was forced to wear a plain old gray dress, that was handed down to me by the Mommy of an older girl.

Things went along pretty normally, with school, where we were told to read the Mother Earth magazine and learn about crops. Sports and of course church until I was about 14, when I first learned about sex.

I was used to having sleepovers with my bestest friend in the whole world, Nancy. She even had breasts already. Well not large breasts but you could see her bumps where breasts would form, and we were so excited that she was becoming a woman, at least we thought so at our age. Why she had even had her period on a regular basis.
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Cleaning Lady

by Marie LeClare

It was late, and since the promotion I was bogged down with work. So after I got back from catching a bite to eat at the corner dinner it was back to work at my desk. What I really wanted, and needed, was to find a woman at the lesbian bar for sex.

As I kept staring at the reports in front of me, I started to have a fantasy about a beautiful woman coming into the empty office building and finding me at my desk, kneeling in front of me, and licking my needy pussy. But all I could hear in the halls were the voices of the men cleaners speaking in some foreign language.
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Miki’s Mother

by Marie LeClare

Miki didn’t really understand what the words meant when she first heard her Mother say, “Not yet!” as she and Miki’s father
made love.

It always seemed to be the same, as her father would then rush into the bathroom before dressing and leaving for work.

She couldn’t get the soft cries and moans that signalized unfulfilled love making out of her head and Miki wished she could do something to please her Mother. Miki always wanted to please.

So after her father left for work, Miki finally crawled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Since school was out she could sleep in like today, which was a real treat for a 15 year old girl.

As she walked back to her room she passed by the bedroom of her parents and with the door ajar she looked in and saw her Mother laying on the bed, the covers thrown off and her Mom having a sexual dream.
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Commune

by Marie LeClare

I remember what a neighbor lady said to me when I was little:

“Molly, you have the map of Ireland written all over your face!”

I ran to the loo to look in the mirror, and all I could see was my flaming red hair and freckles.

I had the misfortune to get preggers when I was 12, the first and only time I had sex with a boy, and along came Sally. With some help from my parents I raised Sally as best I could. Sally came to know that I was a lesbian by the time she reached 13.

The very first time Sally caught me masturbating she thought I was in pain by the look on my face, but I explained that it was the most pleasurable thing a woman could do, and that I loved touching my pussy.

I don’t know what I was thinking but I carefully explained what masturbation was and how much fun it was to touch her pussy and soon Sally was an avid masturbator, just like her mom.
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Marie LeClare :: Daughter and Me

Daughter and Me

by Marie LeClare

One evening, Sharon and I had been out dancing at a lesbian nightclub. Angela, my 16 year old daughter, had gone out with friends and was supposed to have been home at 11. When Sharon and I got home at 11:30, Angela still had not come home. Sharon came in and we made some coffee and were sitting on the sofa kissing when Angela finally came home about midnight. Well, I was furious at her for being out so late and to make matters worse, her make-up was all smeared and her clothes were rumpled.

I immediately began questioning her about where she had been and who she was with but she was evasive with me. I was standing before her asking her questions and she just stood there with her head down. “Who were you with,” I asked.

“Just friends,” she replied.

“Who” I demanded but she wouldn’t answer. “Answer me”, I commanded but she just looked at the floor.
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City Lives and Loves

by Marie LeClare

As I walked into the all night restaurant, I was dead on my feet. I had just finished my shift at one of the upscale nightclubs, where we had really been busy even for a Saturday night and I needed some hot black coffee, and quick.

Looking around the restaurant, having my coffee and enjoying a peaceful cigarette, as I waited for my order, I saw all the other waitresses and club owners from the neighborhood, trying to unwind before going home.
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