Chapter 9

Emily Learns about Lesbian sex with a busty mother and daughter.

Emily stepped inside the lingerie shop, her heart racing. She’d never been so nervous in her life. The walls were painted a soft pink, and the air was thick with the scent of vanilla and womanhood. A seductive display of lacy bras and silk underwear hung from the ceiling, tempting her like a siren’s song. As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on a mother and daughter duo standing near the back, their bodies intertwined in a way that sent shivers down her spine. They were both busty, curvaceous women, their skin a flawless shade of olive. The daughter had long, dark hair that flowed over her shoulder, while the mother’s hair was cut short and stylish. They were so intimately connected that Emily couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Emily felt her cheeks flush as she realized she was staring, but something about the way they looked at each other made it impossible to look away.

Finally, gathering her courage, Emily approached them. “Um, hi,” she said, her voice shaking. “I, um, I was just wondering if you could help me with something?” The mother looked her up and down, a knowing smile curving her lips. “Of course, dear,” she said. “What can we do for you? “Emily swallowed hard. “Well, you see, I’m new to this whole ... thing,” she said, gesturing vaguely between them. “And I was wondering if maybe you could, um, show me the ropes?” The mother glanced at her daughter, who grinned impishly.

“Oh, we’d be happy to,” the mother replied, stepping closer to Emily. “Emily, is it?” Emily nodded. The mother reached out and cupped Emily’s cheek in her hand, her touch gentle yet commanding. “My name is Gabriella, and this is my daughter, Isabella.” She gestured to the woman standing beside her. “We’ve been together for quite some time now, and we’ve learned a thing or two about ... the joys of lesbian love.”

Emily felt a blush spread across her face. “That’s, um, really nice of you,” she stammered. “I mean, I’m Emily.” She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “So, uh, could you, um, show me what to do?”

Gabriella smiled, her emerald-green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Of course, dear,” she said, stepping even closer. “First things first: what’s your bra size?”

“Um, let’s see...” Emily fumbled with the clasps on her bra, eventually revealing her pert breasts. “Thirty-six E, I think.”

Gabriella’s eyes widened slightly. she asked, glancing at Isabella.

“Oh, um,” Emily stammered, “I mean, me, I’m thirty-six E.” She blushed even harder, feeling incredibly self-conscious now.

Gabriella chuckled softly. “Well, it’s a good thing you came to us, then,” she said, reaching out to fondle one of Emily’s breasts. “Because my daughter and I are both a 48 F.”

“That’s right, Mom,” Isabella added, stepping in close on Emily’s other side. “We’re built for pleasure.” She traced her fingers along Emily’s collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.

As they continued to assess Emily’s figure, Gabriella turned to her daughter and murmured something in their native language. Isabella nodded understandingly and reached out, cupping Emily’s other breast in her hand. She squeezed gently, causing Emily to gasp.

“You have such beautiful breasts, Emily,” Gabriella purred, leaning in closer. “They’re perfect for us.” She glanced over at her daughter, who was mirroring her movements, her touch just as gentle and knowing. Emily felt a warmth spread through her body as their hands massaged her breasts, their touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

“Do you want to feel what it’s like to be touched by another woman?” Gabriella whispered; her breath hot against Emily’s ear. Emily nodded, her heart racing, and then felt a cool hand glide down her stomach, coming to rest between her legs. Isabella’s fingers teased at the fabric of her panties, and then, ever so slowly, slid them aside.

“You’re already wet for us,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire. Emily moaned, arching her back as she felt Isabella’s finger’s part her folds, exploring her wetness. “You’re so ready for us, Emily,” Gabriella said, reaching around to cup Emily’s ass, pressing their bodies together. “Let us show you how good it can feel.”

With that, Gabriella leaned in, taking one of Emily’s nipples into her mouth, sucking it hard while Isabella slid a finger inside her, slowly and deliberately, exploring her depths. Emily cried out, her hips bucking against the sensation, her whole body on fire. She had never known anything like this, had never imagined it could feel so good.

As they continued to pleasure her, Gabriella reached up to fondle her other breast, pinching the nipple between her fingers, while Isabella added a second finger, thrusting deeper inside her. Emily felt herself spiraling out of control, her body tingling with anticipation. “Please,” she gasped, “please, I can’t take anymore.”

But they didn’t stop. They pushed her further, their touch growing more urgent, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Emily felt herself on the brink, about to fall, and then she was falling, lost in a sea of pleasure as their hands, lips, and fingers brought her to an explosive climax. She arched her back, her cries filling the air as waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her weak and satisfied.

Finally, when she could catch her breath, she looked up at them, her eyes shining with tears of release. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Thank you both.” Gabriella smiled down at her, stroking her hair, while Isabella leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re welcome, Emily,” they murmured in unison. “We’re glad we could show you the way.”

As they stood there, their bodies still pressed together, Emily felt a newfound sense of connection to them. It was as if they had opened a part of her that she never knew existed, a part that craved their touch and their love. She wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever, wrapped up in their embrace.

But reality had a way of intruding, and eventually, they reluctantly stepped back, their hands lingering on her body for just a moment longer before moving to adjust their own clothes. Gabriella glanced around, making sure that they were still alone. “You know,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “you don’t have to leave here empty-handed. We could show you more about what it means to be part of our family.” She turned to her daughter, who nodded in agreement.

Emily felt a wave of desire wash over her at the thought of spending more time with them. “I ... I’d like that,” she managed to stammer. “Very much.”

Gabriella smiled; satisfaction evident in her expression. “Then come with us,” she said, taking Emily’s hand and leading her deeper into the store. “We have so much to show you.” Isabella fell into step beside her, their hips brushing against each other as they walked. “And we have all the time in the world.”

As they continued to explore the lingerie shop, Emily felt herself growing more and more aroused. The way they moved, the way they spoke ... it was all so seductive. Every item they stopped to examine seemed to hold some secret promise of pleasure and intimacy. They showed her different materials, different styles, different ways to wear things, each one more tantalizing than the last.

Eventually, they came to a corner of the store where a display case held a variety of bondage gear: silk ropes, leather cuffs, and restraints. “This is something else we could teach you,” Gabriella whispered, running her fingers over the smooth leather. “It’s not just about physical pleasure, Emily. It’s about control, and submission ... and power.” She glanced at her daughter, who nodded in agreement. “Would you like to try it?”

As they stood there, their bodies still pressed together, Emily felt a newfound sense of connection to them. It was as if they had opened a part of her that she never knew existed, a part that craved their touch and their love. She wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever, wrapped up in their embrace.

But reality had a way of intruding, and eventually, they reluctantly stepped back, their hands lingering on her body for just a moment longer before moving to adjust their own clothes. Gabriella glanced around, making sure that they were still alone. “You know,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “you don’t have to leave here empty-handed. We could show you more about what it means to be part of our family.” She turned to her daughter, who nodded in agreement.

Emily felt a wave of desire wash over her at the thought of spending more time with them. “I ... I’d like that,” she managed to stammer. “Very much.”

Gabriella smiled; satisfaction evident in her expression. “Then come with us,” she said, taking Emily’s hand and leading her deeper into the store. “We have so much to show you.” Isabella fell into step beside her, their hips brushing against each other as they walked. “And we have all the time in the world.”

As they continued to explore the lingerie shop, Emily felt herself growing more and more aroused. The way they moved, the way they spoke ... it was all so seductive. Every item they stopped to examine seemed to hold some secret promise of pleasure and intimacy. They showed her different materials, different styles, different ways to wear things, each one more tantalizing than the last.

Gabriella smiled; her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Then let’s get started,” she said, leading Emily over to a private changing room. Once they were alone, she turned to her daughter. “Isabella, would you please fetch the items we discussed?”

As Isabella hurried off to retrieve the bondage gear, Gabriella helped Emily out of her clothes, revealing her naked body to the older woman’s appreciative gaze. Emily felt a thrill of anticipation course through her as she stood there, vulnerable and exposed. She watched as Gabriella laid out the various items on a nearby bench, her movements both confident and sensual.

When Isabella returned, she placed the items on the bench as well, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Mother, I brought a few extra things,” she said, holding up a leather flogger and a blindfold. Gabriella arched an eyebrow but said nothing, merely nodding to her daughter to continue.

As they dressed Emily in the restraints and cuffs, they took turns explaining how to use each item. Gabriella showed her how to tie a basic wrist bind, while Isabella demonstrated how to use the flogger to stimulate Emily’s body. They moved with practiced ease, their hands never hesitating or faltering. They spoke to Emily in soft, reassuring tones, telling her that they would take care of her, that they would show her how to trust and to let go.

Finally, once they had bound Emily’s wrists behind her back and gagged her with a length of silk, they stood back to admire their handiwork. Emily felt a mix of excitement and fear as she waited for them to begin. She couldn’t help but wonder what they had in store for her next.

Gabriella stepped forward, running her fingers through Emily’s hair before leaning in to kiss her neck. “Are you ready for us, Emily?” she whispered, her breath hot against her skin. “Are you ready to give yourself over to us completely?”

Emily swallowed hard, the words catching in her throat. “Yes,” she managed to croak.

Gabriella’s smile grew, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Very good,” she murmured, her breath hot against Emily’s ear. “Then we shall begin.” With that, she reached around Emily, unfastening the buttons of her blouse, baring her chest to the cool air. Her touch was featherlight, almost reverent, as if she were unwrapping a precious gift. As Gabriella worked, Isabella knelt beside her, running her fingers over the lacy edge of Emily’s bra, teasing her sensitive nipples. Emily arched into the sensation, her hips moving instinctively.

The younger woman smiled, her touch growing bolder as she pushed the lace aside, freeing Emily’s breasts.

They took turns caressing and kissing her, their hands roaming over her body, their lips and tongues leaving trails of heat in their wake. Emily felt like she was floating, suspended in a world where nothing else existed except for their touch, their scent, their voices.

Eventually, they led her to a large, soft bed in the corner of the room. As they undressed her further, revealing her bare, quivering flesh to the warm air, Emily felt a newfound sense of confidence and abandonment. She trusted them completely, surrendering herself to their touch with an eagerness that surprised even her.

Gabriella climbed onto the bed first, straddling Emily’s hips, her weight pressing her onto the mattress. Her breasts swayed temptingly above Emily’s face, beckoning her closer. Emily reached up, taking one of those perfect, rounded mounds into her mouth, sucking on the hardened nipple as Isabella knelt beside her, running her fingers through her hair.

The older woman moaned, the sound vibrating against Emily’s lips. “That’s it, sweet girl,” she purred. “Taste me.” As Emily continued to tease her mother’s breast, she felt Isabella’s hand slide between her legs, parting her folds.

She gasped, arching into the touch, her hips moving in time with the older woman’s expert fingers.

It seemed to go on forever, this exquisite dance of touch and taste and pleasure. Time itself seemed to warp and bend, losing all meaning as they explored each other’s bodies, reveling in the feel of skin on skin, the sound of breath mingling with breath. And all the while, Emily felt a growing sense of connection to them, a bond that transcended mere words or actions. They were one, their desires and needs intertwined in a way that was both beautiful and terrifying.

The room spun around her, the soft bed beneath her becoming a living thing, bucking and writhing with every thrust of their hips. She felt as though she were on the edge of something monumental, like the world had been built up to this one, perfect moment. And then, with a cry that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul, she was thrown over the edge, plunging into an orgasm so intense it left her gasping for breath.

As her body trembled and shuddered, Gabriella leaned in, kissing her deeply, their tongues tangling in a messy dance. Emily could feel the heat from her mother’s body, the strength of her embrace. She wrapped her legs around Gabriella’s waist, pulling her closer, wanting to be as close to her as possible.

Isabella chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. “You two are quite the pair,” she murmured, running her fingers through Emily’s sweat-dampened hair. “I don’t know who’s more beautiful or more eager.” Emily smiled, feeling a blush creep up her neck at the compliment.

But as she looked into Isabella’s eyes, she saw something more than mere lust or desire. She saw love, and acceptance, and a deep, abiding happiness.

And at that moment, Emily knew that no matter what happened from here on out, she would always have this. She would always have them.

Gently, Gabriella slipped free from Emily’s grasp and lay down beside her, their bodies pressed together, her breath warm against Emily’s ear. “Let me show you something,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Emily nodded, her heart racing in anticipation.

As Isabella watched them, her eyes gleaming with approval, she reached into a drawer next to the bed and retrieved a silky red strap-on. The sight of it sent a shiver of excitement through Emily, and she arched her back in invitation.

Gabriella smiled, her fingers dancing across Emily’s stomach before slipping lower, parting her folds once more. “Are you ready for this?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. Emily nodded, her eyes locked on Gabriella’s as she felt the cool silicone press against her, the weight of it teasing her entrance.

With a slow, steady pressure, Gabriella guided the tip of the large dildo inside her, watching as Emily’s eyes widened with pleasure.

She continued to push forward, inch by inch, until the full length of the toy was buried inside her. Emily cried out, her body arching into the contact, her inner muscles gripping around the intruder.

Isabella crawled up beside them, her hand finding Emily’s, entwining their fingers together. She leaned in, kissing Emily’s cheek. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmured, her breath hot against Emily’s skin. “My little girl, all grown up and taking what she wants.” Emily felt herself blush, but the words only served to fuel her desire.

Gabriella began to move, her hips pressing forward in a slow, steady rhythm. Emily moaned, her eyes falling shut as she gave herself over to the sensation. The weight of her mother’s body on top of her, the feel of the strap-on sliding in and out of her, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could feel every inch of Gabriella as she moved, the heat of her skin, the strength of her muscles.

Isabella watched them, her own desire growing with every passing moment. She reached down, her fingers brushing against the wetness between Emily’s legs. “You’re so wet for us,” she murmured, her voice husky. “It’s like you’ve been waiting for this your whole life.” Emily arched her back, her nails digging into the sheets as a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them in this intimate dance. Time lost all meaning as they moved together, their bodies becoming one. Emily felt a second orgasm building deep within her, the pressure growing with each thrust of Gabriella’s hips.

“That’s it, baby,” Gabriella breathed against her ear. “Let it go. Let us take you there.” And with those words, Emily surrendered to the sensation, crying out as she was swept away by the most intense pleasure she had ever known. Her body convulsed around the dildo, her muscles clenching tight around it as her release washed over her.

As Emily came down from the high, Gabriella slowed their movements, her breathing labored, and her skin flushed. Isabella leaned in, kissing Emily’s forehead, her cheek. “That was beautiful,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “All of it.” And in that moment, Emily knew that no matter what challenges the future might hold, she would always have this. She would always have them.

Gently, Gabriella withdrew from Emily’s body, the strap-on making a wet, sucking sound as it pulled free. She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she studied Emily’s flushed face and tousled hair. “That was incredible,” she breathed, reaching out to stroke Emily’s cheek. “You’re perfect for us, you know that?”

Isabella smiled, her gaze flickering between them. “I think we’re perfect for you, too,” she murmured, running a finger down Emily’s bare shoulder. “Don’t you agree, sweetheart?” Emily nodded, her heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. She reached out, grasping onto her mother’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

Gabriella leaned in, kissing Emily softly on the lips. “We’re going to be a wonderful family,” she whispered, her breath warm against Emily’s skin. “I’ve never been happier.” Emily returned the kiss, feeling a wave of contentment wash over her at the thought of spending the rest of her life with them.