Mom won't teach you anything bad.
Dasha always considered her mother, Zhenya, a very sexy woman. Her athletic figure, long legs, beautiful face, large breasts, and butt excited Dasha more than any guy. Although all these qualities didn't save her from divorcing Dasha's dad. Plus, she worked as a teacher. A hot teacher—any lover's dream.
One day, Dasha unexpectedly returned home due to canceled classes at the university. Entering the apartment, she immediately heard her mother's rhythmic, repeated moans coming from the living room.
"Found herself a new lover again," Dasha guessed.
A couple of moments later, an unfamiliar female voice came from the living room:
"Zhenya, you're so impatient." Dasha slightly opened the door to peek—to see what was happening. Her mother was completely naked, lying on the couch with her legs spread, and on top of her pussy sat an unfamiliar woman with a bob haircut, who was rubbing her own pussy against her with a wild pace. The first thought that came to Dasha's mind was: "MOM IS A LESBIAN?!" Unable to utter a word, Dasha silently watched for a couple more minutes as her mother fucked the woman. But then the shock turned into curiosity and jealousy—her mother, the sexiest woman in Dasha's opinion, in all her glory, had bared her hot body for a woman. "I could be in that woman's place," Dasha thought. Zhenya's tits shook wildly with every movement of the rider, her legs were spread and stretched out sexily, but what excited the daughter most were her mother's toes and feet. There was nothing she didn't want to do with her mother's body—caress, kiss, even fuck with anything possible.Mom and the woman let out the loudest moans and stopped. After a while, the second one started getting dressed. Mom suddenly and sharply pressed her against the wall and carefully reached into her panties, inserting a couple of fingers into her pussy.
"I want to fuck you right at school, Masha," Mom said with a smile, "we'll sneak off to some classroom right during the school day, we won't close the door," Mom listed her fantasies, "some first-graders might come in, your son for example, or other impressionable young minds, and on their desks, two women are fucking each other."
Masha thought for a long time about how to respond. Mom understood that her penetration into the pussy was distracting the woman from answering, but she deliberately didn't stop.
"No... No...," Masha clearly wanted to give a negative answer, to which Mom only sped up the rhythm of her finger movements. And in the end, "Yes! Yess! But everything in its own time," the woman answered, but Mom wasn't satisfied with this answer and she sped up the rhythm even more, "Definitely! I promise! Yes! We'll fuck right on my Danila's desk!" Masha answered loudly.
Zhenya pulled out her fingers and licked them, looking into Masha's eyes. They both smiled at each other, and the woman left the apartment.
Dasha watched them from her room. As soon as Mom and daughter were alone in the apartment, the latter let it be known that she was home:
"And who is she?" Dasha asked.
To her surprise, Mom wasn't frightened by Dasha's sudden appearance. She examined her daughter's clothing with great interest: her shirt, new glasses, tight jeans, legs, red hair just like her own.
"That's the mother of a student from my class," Zhenya answered calmly. Seeing her daughter's puzzled face, she said, "Well yes, I saw you peeking at us."
"You've known her for a month at most!" Dasha unconsciously raised her tone.
"Yes. Things just clicked really well between us. Even too well. So I decided to get to know her better one day," Zhenya answered confidently.
"And you didn't even give me a chance!" burst out unexpectedly from Dasha.
She stood rooted to the spot, realizing she had blurted out too much. She needed to say something, somehow explain herself, but her mind was blank. Zhenya slowly approached her daughter, put her hands on her shoulders, and whispered:
"Only because you're my daughter. For mothers to sleep with daughters—it's kind of strange. Although, why not," she started kissing Dasha on the lips.
Dasha couldn't believe it—was this really happening? She had dreamed of confessing her sexual attraction to her mother for a very long time. Now it could all become reality. The kiss became more and more emotional. Mom pulled away from her daughter's lips for a couple of seconds to ask about her sexual experience:
"Have you had many girls?" Mom asked, then started kissing her daughter's neck and unbuttoning her shirt.
"Before you, I only liked boys," Dasha answered.
Mom looked at her daughter puzzled.
"You mean you could have had sex with anyone and enjoyed it with anyone, but you limit yourself to just boys?" Mom asked uncomprehendingly.
"Well... Yes. I didn't even think about sex with other girls. And besides, I don't know how," Dasha answered.
"Don't be afraid, sweetheart," Mom smiled, "I'll teach you how to have lesbian sex," she said, continuing to unbutton her daughter's shirt and starting to kiss her tits, which were popping out from under her pulled-down bra.
The only clothes on Mom were panties and a scarlet robe. She untied it to press her breasts against Dasha's stomach. Feeling her mother's lips touching her nipples and her mother's breasts pleasantly pressed against her stomach, Dasha whispered:
"Thank you, Mom."
The bra was completely pulled down. When the last button of the shirt was undone, Mom tore it off her daughter with a sharp movement. It was the jeans' turn. Unbuttoning them too, Mom took them off along with the panties at once. "So young and so hot," Zhenya thought about Dasha. She looked at her body and imagined how she would fuck her own daughter in every possible part of her body. She really was her own—not a stepsister or adopted. This fact turned them both on even more. Zhenya took her daughter by the hand and led her to the living room. Reaching the couch, Mom suddenly pushed her onto it and she fell on her back. Without thinking for a second, Zhenya brought her right foot to her daughter's pussy and began slowly stroking it with her toes. After a minute, she was already trying to carefully penetrate her daughter with her foot. First, she inserted her big toe, then all the others, and Dasha, lifting her head, watched this intently. She was still overjoyed—finally, she was having sex with her hot mom. Zhenya started wiggling her toes to please her daughter. She began to let out quiet moans. It was time to insert the foot completely. The deeper the foot went into the pussy, the louder the moan Dasha made. When Mom's foot was halfway in, she started slowly pulling it out to then go back in a little faster. And now she was moving her foot in and out absolutely freely and quickly. Dasha watched the whole time as her mom fucked her. Stopping, Zhenya stood on the bed and walked towards her daughter's face. When she reached it—she put the foot that had just been in her pussy on her face.
"Taste yourself," Mom told her, "I know you want this."
Dasha immediately grabbed her foot with her hands and began kissing her toes, which a moment ago had been inside her. This moment seemed like blissful eternity to Dasha. After the toes, she moved on to the sole.
Mom wanted more right that second. She removed her foot from Dasha's face and stood right over her head—one foot on the right, the other on the left. Standing dominantly over her daughter and looking at her beautiful and cute face, Mom imagined how she would literally fuck it. She began demonstratively taking off her panties so Dasha would understand what was about to start. When the panties fell on the couch, Mom suddenly sat on her face. She immediately began licking Mom's pussy with her tongue. Zhenya grabbed Dasha's head tightly and started moving her buttocks back and forth very quickly. She didn't care if Dasha was enjoying it or not right now—the animalistic desire to fuck her own daughter was stronger. Dasha, however, offered no resistance. The moment she had dreamed of for years had finally arrived. Zhenya fucked her cute face for several minutes without a single stop, not slowing the pace at all. Her pussy rubbed not only against Dasha's mouth but against her entire face. She was about to cum. She pressed her daughter's face as tightly as possible against her pussy and suddenly froze. She finally reached orgasm. Dasha lay in that position for about a minute, enjoying every second.
Relaxing, Mom lay down next to Dasha. She put her head on her shoulder, smiled, and said:
"Mom, now I understand why women turn you on too."
After a brief kiss, Mom started moving her lips lower and lower down Dasha's body. After caressing her neck and both breasts, she lifted her legs and began caressing them too. Then she gradually approached her pussy. Dasha was in anticipation—just a little more and Mom would start giving her cunnilingus. Mom's mouth frankly plunged into her pussy, causing Dasha to unexpectedly and loudly moan. Mom meticulously licked every millimeter, sucked every fold of skin on her daughter's labia, then went deep inside her with her tongue, licking the vagina inside—all so Dasha would feel and understand what a pleasure it is to have sex not with a boy, but with another woman who knows what to do with a pussy and clitoris.
After a few minutes, Zhenya decided to leave the pussy. She grabbed her daughter's left leg, sat on it, and started rubbing her own pussy against her pussy. The peak of Dasha's sexual fantasies began—she was finally truly fucking her mom. She had imagined hundreds of ways this could happen, and now this moment had arrived. For a short while, Mom fucked her slowly and carefully, but then gradually started picking up the pace. Dasha and Mom began moaning very loudly with pleasure. The neighbors heard everything and understood what was happening.
"Sweetheart, do you want to see my tits?" Mom asked.
"I do!" Dasha shouted.
Without stopping fucking her daughter, Zhenya took off her robe. Her large, slightly sagging breasts jumped high and fiercely with every pussy movement. Dasha couldn't take her eyes off her mom—how hot she was when completely naked. She looked at her bouncing tits and imagined what she could do with them now that their feelings for each other were out in the open. Dasha imagined how she would knead her tits with her hands, feet, kiss her nipples, press her face into them, fuck them with her pussy.
Dasha asked her to stop. Mom lay on the couch, and the daughter took her place as the rider.
"Now I want to do it myself," Dasha said.
"Yess! Good girl!" Mom said proudly, "Just don't be afraid of anything, sex is absolutely normal no matter what," at these words, their pussies began rubbing against each other again.
Dasha realized that Mom, like herself, was attracted to her legs, so she deliberately placed one foot right near Mom's face. Zhenya was incredibly aroused by the sight of her naked daughter and her leg, which she could caress. After a few minutes of intense pussy rubbing, Dasha realized she was about to cum. She looked down at how their reddened pussies touched, how their labia rubbed against each other, Mom with closed eyes sucking on her toes, and the contact of their naked bodies made loud slapping sounds echoing throughout the apartment. Dasha reflexively squeezed Mom's leg tighter and tighter. The more she did it, the more Mom understood that her daughter was about to cum for the first time during lesbian sex and was very happy about it. Dasha suddenly froze and let out the loudest moan she had made that day.
"I'm proud of you, sweetheart," Mom praised her, tucking her hair behind her ear, "don't be shy about having sex with women."
"Okay, Mom. You never taught me anything bad, thank you so much," Dasha thanked sincerely.
This was far from their last time having sex. Subsequently, they did it everywhere—at home, at Dasha's university, at Mom's work at school, at Dasha's work when she graduated from university, on vacation at the seaside, on trips to nature, and so on. All of Dasha's sexual fantasies about her mom sooner or later became reality.
After some time, Dasha came to her mom's school. Approaching the door of her classroom during a lesson, she again heard familiar moans. Slightly opening the classroom door, she saw an empty classroom where Mom was fucking that same Masha with a strap-on on one of the desks. The woman was standing on it doggy style, and Mom was holding her from behind with her hands and frankly pounding her ass with the rubber dick. Masha's moans were barely audible—she had a gag in her mouth. This was happening on the desk of her seven-year-old son. One day, Mom would start fucking her own daughter with that strap-on too. And again, Dasha got aroused seeing her mom naked—how sexy her ass moved while she fucked that woman. This was far from the only woman Dasha would catch her mom with.
Mom first became convinced that her daughter had started having sex with girls when she returned home early due to canceled lessons in winter. Dasha and her classmate were lying scissoring on the bed in her room, rubbing their pussies against each other. She had guys too, but as with Mom, this was far from the only girl Dasha fucked. How grateful she was to Mom for teaching her how to have lesbian sex, and Mom herself was happy for her daughter—she broke free from constraints and stopped limiting herself to just boys, learning to love women too.