Secret Lesbian Moms Pt. 1

Angie Taylor thought of herself as a good Mother, but being a single parenthood came with many challenges. Her seventeen year old daughter Cassie was respectful, responsible, an ‘A’ student and she was growing more beautiful and sexy with each passing day. Like Angie, Cassie was tall and slim, both were red heads. Sometimes Angie marveled at how much Cassie’s body reminded her of herself when she was in her late teens. Cassie, had a perfect bubble butt and moved with such sexual grace, heads of both men and women turned when she walked into a room. Her breasts were already larger than Angie’s, and it seemed she was outgrowing her bra size every three months.

Angie and Cassie had always been informal at home. Nudity or partial nudity was a daily occurrence in their home. This was becoming an issue for Angie. She found herself looking at her daughter differently. While she tried to keep sexual thoughts about her daughter at bay, when Cassie would hug her, wearing only a bra and panties, pressing her firm breasts into hers she would be overcome with thoughts of stroking her daughter’s shoulder-length ginger hair, looking into her green eyes, and french kissing her hard on her full soft lips.

The reason Angie had parted ways with Cassie’s father was because she had discovered early into their marriage that she was a lesbian. As a single mom she made the conscious choice not to tell Cassie about her sexual preference and to refrain from having girlfriends publicly until Cassie was old enough to understand and accept it. Angie was beginning to realize that her silence had not been a good strategy. Her incestuous fantasies were fueled by the knowledge that Cassie was fucking her friend Jenna. The two girls did their best to keep it from her, but Angie heard the tell-tale moans and slippery slapping sounds of fingers in pussies on each night that Jenna had slept over.

Angie was a surgery nurse and restricted her sexual activity to four times a year when she attended professional development weekends. There was another nurse, Sandra, Angie’s long-distant lover who also attended these sessions. They would share a room and each evening together was filled with non-stop love-making. The next day they put on the guise of being nothing more than colleagues. Sandra was married, with two teen daughters of her own: Catherine who was 18 and Stephanie who was 16. Although, Sandra’s marriage was listless in terms of sex, she felt the marriage provided the stability for both her and the girls.