Chapter 13
Sarita was stunned for a moment. Then: "Nana, you wouldn't dare!"
"Why not?" Nana asked. "You see, mom, I've always wanted to be loved and not just fucked. I've wanted to be loved by people able to love me back. I intend to have you make love to me, then I want Bert to make love to me, and eventually the two of us together are going to convince daddy to make love to me."
Nana was smart enough to know that if she didn't tell her mother her dad was already balling her, she would have leverage over the woman. After all, if Sarita found out her husband was screwing their daughter, then she wouldn't have to keep it secret that she was putting out for their son. Nana would lose the hold she now had on her mother. This way, Sarita would not only teach Nana lesbian love, but she would believe herself a co-conspirator in convincing her husband to fuck Nana.
But Sarita was in shock for the moment. Had she been born and brought up in this community, she would have thought her daughter sick. But at the moment, all she thought was that her daughter had the same inner urges as herself. Granted, she'd never had the desire to make love to her own mother, but that was because her mother had died when she had been so young. Since her marriage to Ernie, Sarita had never consciously thought about making love to anyone else until her son had forced her into it. Now Nana was suggesting woman-love, and oddly enough, she didn't find the idea the least bit repulsive.
"I don't want your father to know about Bert and me," Sarita insisted.
"He won't," Nana smiled, "but only if we convince both Bert and dad to fuck me, separately as well as together."
"Very well," her mother finally assented, but only because deep inside, she found the idea absolutely scrumptious, herself. Her son had opened a well-spring of urges in her, and Sarita realized that if, indeed, she convinced her husband to fuck Nana, then she would be free to fuck for Bert in front of her husband, and, like Nana, be fucked by both of them at once. The idea ought to have disgusted her, but it didn't. She was unable to control the idea of enjoyment.
"We have time for my first lesson now," Nana insisted.
Sarita felt her heart jump into her throat. "Now?"
"Well, why not?" Nana smiled. "You've admitted you like it. I like it. We have the time. I know you took a long shower last night, and I took one this morning, so we're both clean. Okay?"
Sarita's eyes narrowed. Her daughter thought this was just play. All right! She was a captive mom again, her daughter's captive, but she would teach this captor a thing or two.
The two went upstairs to the master bedroom, to the same bed where Nana had lost her virginity. Fortunately, Nana, in taking the woman-on-top position with her father, had bled on the man's groin, something he had washed off in the early morning, and none of the blood had fallen on the bed sheets.
"Undress!" her mother insisted, and Nana, smilingly obeyed.
Sarita wasted no time taking off her own clothing. Each female appraised the other and discovered the other was quite stunning. Sarita felt herself becoming stimulated all over again. It had been such a long time since she had indulged in something like this. In fact it had been almost twenty years since her last lesbian encounter, and she had to admit, she did miss it.
"On the bed," the mother ordered, and they climbed onto the bed.