Sapphic Taboo ( the lesbian seduction of a single mother)

Lesbian taboo part one
Humble beginnings
a daughter is born.

I got pregnant when I was 15 and gave birth to my daughter when I was 16. It was hard, but I finished high school and raised my daughter without a father and largely by myself.
Susan, my daughter grew up a shy girl, very quiet and unassuming.
As she grew into her teens I could see a lot of myself in her. She had the same colored auburn hair and the same smile as I did. As she began to fill out her figure developed to look much like mine.
Me, being 16 years older when we would go out in public, we would often get mistaken for sisters. One of the big differences was she had a growth spurt,growing more than 6 inches taller than I.
Although she enjoyed sports she often kept to herself, and didn’t really have a lot of friends that she associated with outside of school. It was during her freshman year of high school that she met Denise.
Susan and Denise we’re on the same volleyball team .
Throughout high School they both were in sports and knew each other but hadn’t become close friends up until their junior year.
Denise would spend a lot of time at our house. I always felt like one of the girls, since I was so young when I gave birth .
The three of us would sit around many nights just watching movies, talking and doing girl things like applying makeup or nail polish to one another.
Denise didn’t have the greatest home life, consequently she spent a lot of time at our house and kind of looked at me as a surrogate big sister or mother, sometimes she called me Mom.
When she slept over she would stay in the room with Susan it was during their senior year when I began to notice…..

Quite often they would go to bed before me and by the time I would retire for the evening they would have been in the bedroom for more than an hour or so. One night I noticed some sounds. It was whimpering coupled with movement, my first thought was they were exercising or stretching since they were athletic that was only natural to think, or, at least what I wanted to think.
But, after a few nights of listening I came to the conclusion that that was not what it was. I really wasn’t sure how to approach it so I just tried to ignore it. But after a few nights I found myself laying in my room looking up at the ceiling and listening to the same sounds. I could hear the hushed sounds of chatter between the two of them with movement which would grow stronger and stronger. There was no doubt about it.

They were having sex!

After a few times of listening, the next day I would attempt through conversation to circle around to see if I could get them to confess to anything because I didn’t want to alienate them.
Their response didn’t stop my suspicions!

Denise was a very tall girl with a thin athletic body and emerald green eyes and strawberry blonde hair that she kept short.. With my short height she towered over me, and she was always so sweet. She would hug me and tell me how much she appreciated everything that I do and she made me feel good about myself. She had come to the point where she practically lived at our house coming and going as she pleased.
She and Susan had graduated from high school and now we’re very close to 19 years old , on the nights when Denise would sleep over the sounds continued .
I had resigned myself that they were old enough , that they were going to have sex, and I consoled myself with the fact that neither one of them would get pregnant.
I’ll confess…. Listening to what was happening on a number of occasions my fingers would drift down between my legs closing my eyes and using the sounds for my pleasure.
I had not had a date for over a year, and quite honestly not much of a dating life for more than 15 years, most men shyed away when finding out I had a child, the few experiences I did have with a man over the years usually wound up having sex at their place. Only to find out that they only used me for that purpose and we’re not interested in a relationship.
To be honest, I was Just so busy with my work, raising Susan and now Denise.
One day I came home with a trunk full of groceries Susan was out and Denise was there. She came out and helped me, grabbing bags out of my trunk and bringing them into the kitchen. We were carrying on a conversation, I can’t recall what it was about. After we got everything inside I was unpacking one of the bags.
Denise was pretty familiar with our cupboards and I would hand her things that I took out of the bag. I noticed that quite a few times her hand would overreach her fingertips brushing or quickly grasping my hand before taking what I was giving her
At first I just took it as a mistake but after a while I began to wonder. We got the groceries put away, I was tired and sat on the couch. Denise plopped down next to me. We sat there talking about everything and anything.
I mentioned how sore my feet were and she offered to massage them. Not thinking anything of it she had me put my feet up on her lap and began to massage ,
it felt wonderful!
The massage went from my feet to my shins and calves. The way she was pulling her hands over my legs was sensuous feeling, I relaxed laying my head back on the armrest of the couch with my eyes closed just taking in the experience. She would slide her hands up my legs just past my knee and I could feel her soft but strong fingertips on my skin as she slowly pulled down repeating the process over and over again.
That went on for quite a while. Eventually I took my feet off of her lap and we sat there for a while more chatting. She had her elbow up on the back of the couch with her hand supporting her head, her body turned towards mine. This was not uncommon. Over the last few years there were many times when we would do things for one another like massage or play with hair or Susan or Denise laying their head in my lap as I played with their hair while watching something on TV.
Denise slowly allowed her hand to lower down behind me. She began to play with my hair lifting it and letting it fall.
As I said,
This really wasn’t that unusual because quite often when the three of us were sitting around we would play with one another’s hair and I always loved getting a scalp massage!

After a while her fingers began to travel back and forth along the backs of my shoulders and neck. Our conversation just continued as normal when she commented that my shoulders felt stiff and maybe she should massage them.
I’ve never been one to turn down a massage so I turned my back towards her to give her access to my shoulders. Gathering my hair together and pushing it over my shoulder to the front she began to massage my shoulders. Denise had very strong hands which felt wonderful !!.
Working her way up and down my back pushing her thumbs in she asked if I would take off my top so she could actually massage my skin. I did leaving my bra on. She began the massage again not only pressing and squeezing but caressing and rubbing my shoulders and back. Slipping the bra straps off of my shoulders she would squeeze her way down my upper arm.
I felt the tug at the back of my bra and suddenly it sprang loose. She unhooked it, and it dropped down dangling by the straps the front of it laying across my lap. I was a little surprised and I reacted with an “ohh”.
But she just went on massaging, then I felt her shift in closer behind me as she continued to massage..
She asked me how it felt and by the warmth of her breath on my shoulder I could tell that her face was very close.
I replied that feels amazing.
I felt so relaxed when she took me by the shoulders and laid me back into her. My head was laying back in the Crux of her shoulder as she rubbed up and down my arms. Eventually her hands moved to my upper chest her fingertips gliding over My skin in a massaging pattern until she got to the point of cupping my breasts in her fingers..
I put my hands over hers to stop her.
“Denise I don’t know that we should be……,
She giggled and reassured me that “it’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about”
I let my guard go down as she continued to massage my breasts. As I lay there with my eyes closed taking in the feeling I couldn’t help but begin to feel aroused. I could tell that my nipples had stiffened and it wasn’t long before I felt her thumbs and fore fingers begin to lightly pinch and pull my nipples. My face laying in her shoulder she turned her face towards mine and I could feel her breath on my cheek then the soft pressure of her lips as she kissed me on my cheek. I did nothing to stop it, my resistance had waned and I was given in to the pleasure I was feeling.
I laid there for some time snuggling in to her warmth. Her soft hands felt so good against my skin.
I had never experienced this before with a woman. Having always been straight except for those nights when I would lay in bed and find myself masturbating, listening to the sounds of those two in their bedroom and imagining what was going on.. . And now here I was with the young woman who I felt was having sex with my daughter. Topless with my breasts in her hands. And her kisses on my face.
Slowly I turned my face towards hers and she touched her lips to mine. As I felt her kiss I couldn’t help but respond with my own. Parting my lips to invite her in. Feeling her wet tongue slip past my lips and caress my tongue.
As my passion melded with Denise’s an involuntary moan slipped out of my mouth and into hers.
Releasing one of my breasts her hand slid up my chest and neck slipping fingers up underneath my hair , cradling my head. I shifted my body to turn more towards hers reaching up and cradling her head.
We were lost in a kiss and I was filled with desire.
We laid there for quite some time indulging ourselves in this moment. I shifted myself around facing her pulling the bra straps off from my arms and tossing it on the floor. Denise pulled her t-shirt off unclasping her bra
Her breasts were smaller than mine I am a 36C And she had a cute A cup. I had seen her in a bikini but I had never seen her breasts before. They were cute and perky, her nipples pink and puffy. Lifting my hand I touched her breast, at first timidly, squeezing the soft flesh. Her nipple calling me. Feeling like a child I leaned forward without even thinking placing my lips upon her puffy nipple and I remember the excitement I felt when it dawned on me what I was doing. My hesitation and logical roadblocks had all but fallen completely aside and been replaced with lust which was fueled with the fact that I had not had sex or been intimate for over a year. I began to feast on her breasts kissing licking and sucking them. Leaning against her with such force that she laid down on her back, me following and now on top of her. Denise’s breasts were wet with my saliva and I could hear her whimpers of pleasure as I worshiped her breasts. The sounds that I was hearing from her only served to fuel my excitement, kissing my way up her chest, and around her neck my body laying on her. Her long athletic legs wrapping around my waist. The two of us were topless and both in shorts as it was a warm August day.
I could feel her hands caressing my back and head. Instinctively I began to grind on her making my way up from her breasts to her face and to her lips. Our bodies moving in sync with one another.
Without warning I burst into a moan as an orgasm overwhelmed my body with spasms and quivers my voice shaking out unintelligible words.
I laid there as it subsided Denise still had her legs wrapped around my waist and she was cradling my head as if she was mothering me. I lifted my face and looked into hers. It dawned on me as I looked at her what I had just done. I pulled myself up as if I just had been doused with cold water.
“Denise, oh no… I… I.. this shouldn’t have happened…
I’m s.. soooo … I’m so sorry.
I stood up holding my head. I felt like I had just done the most terrible thing. She laid there smiling.
She tried to reassure me that it was okay. Standing up in front of me, putting her hands on my shoulders then cupping my face and held it looking into my eyes.
“It’s okay.. you did nothing wrong.”
I responded
” No! This wasn’t right. This should not have happened you’re not even 19 I’m 35! I’m your friend’s mother! I’ve been responsible for you! ”
Suddenly my daughter Susan came into my head.. and panic.

” Denise….. You cannot tell Susan about this. Please, please, please don’t say anything.”
She was still holding my face and could see the look of panic. Through it all she was completely calm but when I said that about Susan she smiled almost as if she found a secret out.
She said nothing releasing my face she smiled again picking up her bra and tshirt. Bending over to pick up my bra and top and handing it to me.
After I took it she held her one hand up to my cheek and caressed it.
Realizing that we were both standing in the window completely topless I grabbed her by the hand and led her down the hall. I was so hoping that none of the neighbors had seen anything.
I began to put my bra on slipping the straps over my shoulders reaching behind and then hooking it.
And pulling on my top. She left hers off watching me as I dressed. I couldn’t help but continue to look at her beautiful young breasts.
By now I had calmed down some. Passing by her as I walked out the bedroom she stopped me then leaned down and kissed my lips.

” You better get dressed before Susan gets home” I said.

more to come💋

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