A Mother and Her Girls

“Georgia and Her Girls”
(Mother discovers daughters like sex), F, f, f, Incest)

Georgia had just returned home from work on Friday afternoon, having decided to leave early so she could spend some time with her daughters instead of working late as she usually did on Friday.

Taking off her jacket as she walked up to the door, she paused only to set down her brief case while she fished in her purse for her keys, wondering why they always seemed to be in the bottom of her bag, in the hardest to reach corner.

Finally grasping the keys and finding the right key Georgia turned it in the lock and pushed the door open, she picked up her briefcase and stepped inside, closing the door behind her and enjoying the rush of cool air.

Georgia put her briefcase down next to the coffee table and picked up the remote for the television, throwing her jacket on the couch as she sat down in the recliner, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse.

“I wonder if there is anything good on,” Georgia said to herself turning on the TV. She rarely had time to watch TV. She was too busy with work and taking care of her girls ever since their father had died. Georgia rocked back in the recliner, putting her tired feet up as she flipped through the channels.

She started wondering where her daughter Vicky and her younger sister Patty were, since they were usually home by now. Then she heard an odd sound coming from upstairs where the girls’ room was located.

It sounded like one of her girls was either in pain or enjoying some pleasure such as Georgia felt whenever she masturbated. Her eyebrows narrowed at the sound. She cocked her ear and listened for a few seconds, but hearing nothing more, Georgia continued flipping through the channels.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh” came the voice again from upstairs as Georgia turned her head and looked up at the stair case. She lowered the volume on the TV and listened again as she heard little giggles and moans coming from upstairs.

“What’s going on?” Georgia whispered to herself as she sat up putting her feet back on the floor.

“Vicky!” Georgia whispered to herself realizing that the moans were coming from the room of her fourteen year-old daughter.

“AHhhhhhhhh” came a moan from upstairs again. Georgia decided that Vicky must have brought a boy home and was having sex up in her room.

Georgia had suspected that Vicky might be getting more interested in sex, judging by the way she wore her clothes and had started wearing makeup. But when Georgia had questioned her teenaged daughter she always denied that she was trying to attract sexual interest.

This was the first proof she had that her daughter really was actively sexual, and she wanted to hear Vicky try to lie to her when she was caught in the act.

Georgia kicked off her shoes to conceal her approach as she planned on going up to Vicky’s room to catch her actually engaged in sexual intercourse with some young boy from her school.

She rose from the recliner and crept up the stairs trying to be as quiet as she could, listening as the moans got more intense. She stole over to Vicky’s bedroom door and put her ear to the door, listening as she heard more giggles inside.

“Oh baby, yes, you’re so tight” Georgia heard a voice say that was obviously Vicky’s. “OH!” Georgia heard the girl moaning as the sounds of her daughter being fucked by this strange boy, who ever he was, was actually making Georgia’s own pussy wet.

“Lucky Girl!” Georgia whispered to herself smiling as the girl let out
another moan, as she pictured Vicky being fucked by a young, hard cocked boy.

Georgia shook her head and remembered why she was up there, thinking that Vicky was too young to be having sex, and what would happen to her life if that boy got her daughter pregnant.

“OW! not so hard, Vicky!” came a voice that sounded very familiar. “OW! not so fast!” came the familiar voice again.