Hot Summers Rain

It was a hot August afternoon down in south Texas, Kathy had a farm about a hundred miles from the Mexico border, her husband had died last year from an accident in his truck leaving twin daughters Lisa and Melinda both 15 years of age. Kathy was brought up in a conservative church going family in western Tennessee around the Memphis area, but she was open minded about sex and gender issues. Her brother Gary had got his sex reassignment surgery in Los Angeles four years age and was living as Gale. When he announced he was transsexual his parents completely disowned him at the age of 25, she is now 34, Kathy now 36 was the only one that Gale could turn to, and as sisters now they got along quite well. A storm front came through that afternoon dumping 4 inches of rain and hail, they were under a tornado watch because the cells were leading a front out of the Rockies. The town about fifty miles west of them got flattened by an F-5 tornado earlier and Kathy had to go out and get the cattle in the barn, Lisa and Melinda were in their bedroom playing a video game oblivious to what was going on outside. Both girls were getting bored from playing the games because they had played those games over and over again, "Girls" their mother called, "come out here and help me get these cattle into the barn, its fixing to storm". Both girls knew they had to help their mother out because of the death of their father last year and had to do chores along with working on their school work during the school year. It kept them busy year round. They got on their horses and helped their mother round up all the cattle. They relied on their cattle sales to help keep income coming in. Kathy had a job as a secretary in town that was about twenty-five miles away, they were way out in the boonies but amazingly they had high speed internet, and Gale could always keep up with her sister and nieces. Just as they got the barn gate closed and horses put up it started pouring down rain, all three of them scampered in the house all wet, the girls ran upstairs to their bathroom to shower and change out of their wet clothes while Kathy stayed downstairs in the master bath to do the same. After Kathy had finished showering and getting into her shorts and cami she came out of her bedroom and was preparing dinner and listening to the weather forecast on the radio, Girls come down and eat your dinner" Kathy called to her daughters. Both came down wearing no bra but in their camisoles and skirts, they tended to dress the same. They were eating dinner and listening to the weather on the radio,"Mom" Melinda said, "I really miss dad", "Awww hun I do too" Kathy replied in her comforting tone. She hugged both her daughters gently as they finished their dinner, cleaned the dishes and went into the living room to watch their sateleite television. They had been watching the Weather Channel and their local network affiliate while they waited for the front to come through. It was getting late and Kathy sent the girls up to their room and she stayed up for a while longer, she was surfing the channels and came across an adult channel playing a lesbian themed movie. She hadn't had sex since her husband died and as she kept watching the movie a rather steamy sex scene came up, and she started to become aroused lying on the sofa. "God" Kathy cooed to herself, "I never knew this was possible", as she continued watching with wonderment of what was on the screen. She felt a strange stirring between her thighs, it wasn't like she had with Tim her husband, but very different. She placed her hand between the elastic of her shorts and panties gently kneeding her clitoris. Her nipples became erect through the skimpy camisole as she began moaning softly. Lisa had gotten up out of bed to go downstairs to get some hot chocolate to help her sleep, she wasn't very good with thunderstorms and rain pelting down on the roof, she was dressed only in her gown and panties. When she got to the head of the stairs she froze watching her mother masturbating herself on the sofa, she snuck back into their room and woke up Melinda and both snuck to the head of the stairs to watch their mother masturbate herself to the lesbian erotica on the television. Both girls became aroused at the sight of their mother touching herself in that way. All at once Kathy cried out in orgasm startling the girls, they ran back into their bedroom and tried quietly to close the door and then dove back in bed.It was saturday morning and Kathy got her daughters up for breakfast, she had on her night gown and panties leaving the front open a bit showing her cleavage. Both girls scampered down to have their breakfast, they weren't going to do much that day, just the usual chores. The girls got dressed and headed out the back door to the barn, it was visible to the kitchen window, Kathy was busy washing dishes at the sink and looking out the window watching her two daughters in their tight jeans walking to the barn. The visions of what she watched on tv lastnight were still fresh in her head. Here she was a straight female and never thought about making love to another woman in her life was looking upon her daughters for the first time as maturing women, they had to grow up fast since Tim died, she began to have thoughts of making love to them for the first time in their lives. "Kathy" she said to herself, "you can't be serious about this, those are your daughters, this is all wrong". After the girls had completed their chores getting all hot and sweaty in the south Texas heat they lingered in the barn for a while, "Lin" Lisa said to her sister, "what to you think about seeing mom doing herself like that lastnight and watching that dirty movie on tv?" Lisa asked. "Yeah, I know, I was thinking about that all morning and to tell you the truth I found it somewhat crazy", Melinda replied. "But Lisa I think it was kinda cute", Melinda said to her twin sister. Both of them had the same breast size and could exchange clothes all the time, both were a 34C and were a size 6, their mother kept her figure up, it was the hot summers and work around the farm that done it for her. Kathy was a 36D and a size 8 and petite for her age considering the fact that she had twins. The twins began looking into each others eyes while they were still in the barn not as mere sisters but lovers, "Lin", wanna play for a few minutes?" Lisa said. "Where, here in the barn", Melinda replied. "Yes here", Lisa responded. "Remember when we used to come out here and play nurse when we were younger"? Lisa asked. "Yeah I do it was fun", Melinda husked. "Here Lin, lets come over here, both girls walked over to the hay bales that were stacked, their was a cubby hole in the stack, Lisa grabbed the horse blanket from the railing and spread it out over the hay and then both lied back taking turns kissing each other. Lisa took Melinda's top off exposing her sisters breast looking on them then taking her nipple into her fingers kneeding them like dough. "Mmm how does that feel Lin?" Lisa purred. "Oh sister that feels so good" , Melinda whispered. Melinda took her sisters top off exposing her breast taking them into her hands kissing them gently. "I never thought you would you would feel this good", Lisa responded. As they continued kissing and suckling they took off their jeans and placed them off to the side, Lisa had a pair of pink lace panties on while Melinda had a pair of plain white briefs on. They began touching each others vaginas, "this is how those girls were touching each other on tv lastnight when we saw mom on the sofa" Lisa said. "I know, it feels wonderful, I wish mom was here it would be fun", Melinda cooed. Kathy had put on a red camisole and a denim skirt on after she had gotten her housework done, "I wonder what is keeping them", she said to herself. She walked out the backdoor to the barn to check on the girls hoping they weren't in trouble or getting themselves hurt. She was always a protective mother and more so after Tim passed away. She got to the barn enterance and began hearing giggles and moans while the girls were making love to one another. She snuck upstairs to the hay loft where they were, the moans and laughter became louder, she froze at the top of the steps leaning against the railing and to her astonishment found her daughters making love to each other. They were kissing each others young vaginas moaning and cooing in the throes of feminine passion, Kathy had to catch her balance, and while she was watching her daughters making love to each other, Kathy's breast were still lactating even after fifteen years of having her twins she still had to continuously pump her breast. She hadn't done it this morning and both of her breast were heavy with milk. That is what her daughters drank every morning for breakfast, she would pump her breast and chill the milk in the fridge for her daughters. The girls knew this and was ok with it afterall Tim would nurse them while he was alive and found nurishment in his wife's milk. Kathy began feeling her pussy underneath her shorts and underwear only letting out quiet moans while she watched her daughters making love, "Damn I wish I was over there", she whispered to herself. Kathy continued to masturbate herself watching the lovliness that was right in front of her and fondling her breast, Some of her milk came out staining her camisole, she let out a loud moan, her girls startled by their mothers presence stopped abrubtly still flushed with passion, "Mom" Lisa exclaimed, "what are you doing here"? "Oh girls, I wanted to check on you, and what are you two doing?" Kathy's voice was still husking with her own orgasm. "Well mother, Lin replied,"we were kissing and playing with each other, Lisa with her seductive voice cooed, "Mom would you care to join us, it will be fun?" she ask her mother. "We know you still pump your breastmilk for our breakfast" Lisa said coyly to her mother, "it is so sweet" she said with a girlish grin.Kathy couldn't believe what she was about to do. In the back of her mind she always knew sooner or later this would happen, but here in the barn, and with my girls? Kathy succummed to her desires and strolled over to her girls and sit beside them. She began kissing each one on the lips like a lover, not just simply their mother. Lisa gently removed her mothers top releasing her heavy breast. The three hot with desire Kathy touching her nipples for a moment,"girls, I use to nurse you as babies and I am still lactating, your father use to do this for me now I want you two girls to feed from my breast", Kathy pleaded. "They are so heavy I need to be nursed by my babies once again". Lisa helped her mother next to a stack of hay palcing her back against the bales, Lisa on one side and Melinda on the other, they placed their mothers breast into their wanting lips and began to suckle, Kathy's milk began to flow almost immediately. Unlike in the fridge her milk was warmed by her body heat, while her daughters after fifteen years and one year since Tim's death began where she left off. This brought her great pleasure and relief as she drew her daughters faces closer to her, feeling her daughters feeding on her. "Oh babies, she cried, I love both of you so much, there babies feed, feed from my breast. She could hear her daughters slurping their mothers milk, filling their tummies with such motherly sweetness. "Lin", Lisa mumbled, "isn't mom's milk so sweet?" With a gurgle Lin mumbled "ya". "Shhh babies, feed", Kathy moaned. Kathy could feel the wetness in her panties, while her daughters were still feeding she began stroking her clitoris, circling the tip of it in her fingers. "Here mom" Lin whispered, "let me help you with that". Lin while she was still feeding placed her hand on her mothers wetness, it sent shockwaves thorugh Kathy to feel her daughter's hand gently massaging her wetness. Lisa could feel her mothers breast on the cleft of her pallet as she hungrily suckled the breast dry as well as Melinda did. When they were finished they kissed each other and then their mother gingerly, then they laid their mother on her back and Lisa placed her pussy on her mothers face, Kathy taking her daughters scent into her nostrills sent her wild with abandonment began licking and sucking her daughters clitoris and fingering her wet pussy while she kissed Melinda and fondled her pussy. They continued making sweet love for over two hours kissing, fingering, and exploring each other for the first time in their lives. They were no longer just siblings and parent they were lovers, searching each other wantonly, the triad going into on convulsion after another in oragmic delight. The three of them had multiple orgasms that saturday.That night as the evening drew late the three of them were cuddling on the sofa and Kathy was quite tired from the passion they shared that afternoon, insted of the girls going into their own bedroom they for the first time slept with their mother. It was such a blissful night for them as they slept well into sunday morning. Kathy got up first and showered and went back to the bed and lied down with her girls again for a bit longer. They both woke up, their mothers breast still again full with milk, and they relaxed in bed and fed directly from their mothers breast on this and every morning from that point forward. They became so close that when they grew up they stayed with their mother while travelng to San Antonio for college and work, their mother still fed them every morning and they still slept with their mother every night, filling the bed most nights with passion for each other. Kisses XOXOXOErica http://motherswithdaughters.blogspot.com/

Body Politic

I have given this a lot of thought lately, and I have came to a simple conclusion, a womyn's body is her own and there is nothing that can change that. Neo-Conservatives have invaded this hallowed space for centuries, thinking that sexual love is something dirty if a womyn wishes to love another womyn. I have to say to the state stay the hell out of my panties! There I said it. I love womyn of all ages, races, and sizes because I am a lesbian womyn wearing my panties proudly. My lesbian womyn wear their panties proudly too. I love seeing my lesbian ladies in their panties, with their labia's protruding through the fabric, really I do. It is a beautiful thing to see, mmm come to think about it my labia lips are protruding through the fabric of my panties as well, but of course I do wear maxi pads to keep my panties clean, I just got a fresh one this morning and it was a wonderful thing to do for myself. It doesn't matter if I am having my period or not, I am peri-menopausal anyway and my hormones shoot through the roof at times, but what the hell I love my hormones just fine and it will be okay baby girl. 

The Body Politic is just that for us lesbian, bisexual, and transgender ladies, it is our own. It is dangerous to think any other way, because if we allow a bunch of narrow minded people to tell us what we can do, who we choose to love and make love to, or who we choose to be, whether by birth, genetics,or corrective surgery then we have indeed lost our way as womyn. It is equally as dangerous for us to loose our identity as womyn I wrote one time "I am womyn here me roar, hear me shout is from the rooftops and in the public square". It is high time that we as womyn took back our labia's, vagina's, our breast, and may I say our hearts, minds, and souls. What is freedom but to have freedom over our own selves and cease being hand-maidens to the social construct for it is evil and its ends are destructive to us womyn. 

Let me talk a bit about being lesbian, bisexual, or transgender in a society full of testosterone laden commercialized adolescent men. Lets face it ladies a mans only function is to produce sperm for our babies, other than that we are the care-takers of that production until it is time for our children can freely take flight out of the nest we have built for them. Who's business what we choose to do with or for our children? I say it is nobody's business, and furthermore it is none of anyones business how we choose to teach our children the facts of life, whether by teaching them how to touch their bodies for orgasm or to allow them to learn by touching ours. They do need to be taught instead of being raped by the state. It is not incest, it is called Tri-les, the teaching by touching and gaining experience by that touching. Religion has raped our children in believing that it is a sin for them to learn love, passion, and the ways of life from the only ones that truly care about them, their mothers. Are we the ones who changed their diapers as infants, are we the ones who breast-fad them as babies, you cannot get any more intimate than that, besides breast-feeding an infant is the most wonderful expression of a mothers love, passion, and beauty, and I have had womyn tell me they have experienced wonderful orgasms because of the intimacies of breast-feeding their children. Her nipples are the most sensitive during their child-bearing years, and for their children to breast-feed is a sweet relief. She needs Tri-Les during this sensitive time, for one rid her breast of excess milk production, and to bond emotionally and intimately with her children. 

To all my womyn I truly respect, honor, and love you. Our paradise will be ours if we only have faith in ourselves, our community, our friendships, and our loves. Let us keep our panties to ourselves, just between us womyn. It is better that way. xxx kisses

Erica Baker

A Day of Celibration

I was talking with a mother in my room, her name was Jesse and her daughter was Mary. As the conversation continued I sensed that there was something she had been suppressing for quite some time. Jesse, a heterosexual lady in upstate Maine with the typical husband-son-daughter, and a dutiful housewife and mother to her two children probably never thought this day would never come, and Mary as well where the two could free themselves of their inhibitions toward each other and be free to love one another in only a mother and daughter could. Jesse had just arrived back to her home from a shopping trip for the family when her daughter Mary kissed her gingerly, this was not just a normal kiss but one filled with passion and longing for her mother, and her mother's longing for her daughter. As the writer of this experience I was there with them in spirit even though I could not be there physically. Also I was happy to be a guide in this one of the most sacred unions two human beings could ever embark on. Blessed are the ones that find love for they will be the ones that will have the kingdom of heaven, and blessed are the lovemakers for theirs is enternal peace.

The week was over with and the weekend had begun, the family rising from their nights slumber awaiting the activities of that fateful day. This was truly historic in the history of Jesse's family because she knew this would be her and Mary's day of union, just a mother and daughter. Jesse made her preparations for her family just as before, breakfast, laundry and chores with Mary's assistance, for the boys it was to be a boys day out and for the girls it was going to be a girls day in. As the boys prepared for their hunting and fishing trip in the northern woods by the Canadian-USA border, they have been there on numerous occasions and it was there the son not yet 13 bagged his first elk, and caught his first wallie with his father by his side, it became their favorite place for all their father-son activities.

As Jesse and Mary completed their morning chores at the home they both retired to the living room with hot tea in hand. Mary loved her tea with a spot of honey and ginger spice her mother purchased at the local market, the pair was still in their night clothes for it was still early in the morning. Mary was finishing her thesus in molecular physics for her preportory college high school and then she joined her mother on the sofa for some quiet conversation. "Mary", Jesse said to her daughter, remember Wednesday when you kissed me after I came home from the market, that was not a normal kiss, it was a kiss that two lovers would give each other. "Mom", "I know, I know, Mary responded. "I have but two confessions to make to you mother", "first I have been seeing a girl in my English Literature class, her name is Sarah, and mother she is an incredible girl and I love her very much, and second I have always wondered what it could be like to be intimate with you, would it be as wonderful as Erica said it would be or a total disaster. "Mary", "I talked to Erica too and it was her that put us two together, and she seemed to know that this was to happen between us", "I don't know how hun, but she knew", Jesse replied. "Remember when you came home from your French History class at school and saw the computer left open for you on her homepage, it was done on purpose, I wanted you to talk to her as well". "Well mom I did and she explained to me what was going on and she was quite helpful in guiding me as well", Mary said. "I never in my wildest dreams ever thought this day would come, just you and I not just as a parent-child, but as friends and yes lovers", Jesse said to Mary. "I didn't think this would be possible for us either mother, I think I've always wanted to be much closer to you but with classes and everything else in our lives it wasn't the right time for us to be intimate, besides dad and Justin were always around sitting in the living room watching a football game or a NASCAR race, so it didn't leave us very much time to do anything together like this", Mary replied. "Come here Mary", "come closer to me", Jesse pleaded. The shutters in Mary's young body could have been felt all the way into Portland as she heard her mother's pleadings. (As the writer of this post if you are offended by this then please leave, as for me I am not. This is a blessed event in Jesse and Mary's lives that they have waited for many years to occur.) Gerald and Justin are not scheduled to be home until Sunday night for their hunting and fishing trip, I hope they catch the biggest fish ever and bag the biggest elk as well. They took their two Kawasaki four wheelers in the deep woods about three hours from their house.

As Mary comes closer to her mother both knew this was the time they have always waited for. The longing for each others touches, the yearning in their bodies could not wait any longer. For this was the day of their awakening, both personally and sexually, as Jessie took her daughters hand, she guided her daughter into the master bedroom, the same bedroom she gave birth to her so long ago. As Jesse pulled the sheets and comforter down Jesse sat on her bed still holding Mary's hand, "here baby, sit with mother" Jesse cooed to her daughter. As Mary complied with the wishes of her mother Jesse gently guided her daughter onto the bed she was born in. Mary was delivered by Frances a mid-wife, and after the umbilical cord was cut she immediatley was breast fed by her mother for the first time in her yet quite young life. Jesse never forgot that moment when she bonded with her daughter so intimately on that day. Jesse cupped her daughters face in her gentle hands and drew it closer to her own, they paused for a moment looking into each others feminine eyes this time not as mother and daughter but as lovers, Jesse reached over and put some soft music on from the radio station in Bangor, the stations gendre was easy listening, the Bose radio's volume was lowered to a nice quiet volume to set the mood. Jesse drew Mary closer still tentively at first then their lips meshed ever so perfectly, Mary and Jesse's moanings only added to the music playing on the radio. "I have wanted you for so long Mary, my daughter, my friend, my baby girl, my lover" Jesse whispered. "Me too mother, me too", Mary husked. Jesse gently tugged at the strings of Mary's pink camisole allowing her breast to fall free of the silken prison that contained them, Mary's breast were full, ample, and mature for a girl her age, she being only 17 was fully developed, "oh baby", Jesee labored, "your breast are so beautiful, so nice and round, so young but mature". "Please mother kiss them" Mary pleaded, "please suckle them like I suckled your breast when I was but a child". Mary's pleadings did not go unheard as Jesse yielded to her passions for Mary. She cupped Mary's breast in her soft motherly hands taking both nipples into her wanting lips. It was there her nipples became taunt and fully erect and much to both of their surprise Mary began expressing milk, yes the child born only seventeen short years ago now a young womyn began feeding her mother from her essence. Jesse's wetness was beginning to be quite evident to Mary as she placed her hand on the crouch of her mothers red lace panties, the ones that she had purchased for her as a Mothers Day present this past May, it had a matching lace camisole that her mother wore with tap pants that Jesse shed while entering the room. Jesse shuttered under the touches of her daughter for this was the first time she had ever done this, yes the same vagina that birthed her is now the same vagina that she wanted to possess as her own as she felt her own wetness under her own pink lace panties. Jesse and Mary reclined on the bed as Jesse continues to feed from her daughter's breast, Mary's milk was sweet to Jesse, being young milk, not polluted by the ravages of time, but it was a virgin milk. Jesse then began kissing Mary's tummy, exploring every crevice of her young body,"lower mother lower", Mary panted. As Jesse went lower she tugged at the elastic of her daughters panties, slipping her hand between them finding Mary's mound in pure want, Mary's thighs parted allowing her mothers hand full access to her supplenenss. Jesse began fondling her vaginal area feeling the wetness under her undulations parsed but only a short time tugging at them gently pulling them down over Mary's young but maturing hips exposing her femme aroused vulva. Jesse after removing Mary's panties gingerly parted her daughters thighs kissing her inner parts as Mary lie in her mothers bed, higher still Jesse taunting Mary untill she found her clitoris swollen needing release. Mary always kept her mound perfectly shaven and kempt as well as her mother, they were always concerned about their appearence and kept their intimate areas so clean and douched on a regular schedule, I think it was like clock-work, and it is a good thing to do. Well I digress getting back to Mary and Jesse, Jesse places her daughters clitoris in her wanting lips suckling it and tracing the outline of Mary's vagina with her fingers, then she placed one finger into the slippery feminine labia gently thrusting it into her young womb, then her finger retracted and then two, finding her G-Spot massaging it, Jesse then positioned her own vaginal area for Mary's exploration in a perfect 69 postition. They hungrily explored every crevace of one anothers being moaning, crying out for sweet release. Jesse could hear Mary's cooings as she continued suckling and fingering her daughters femme flesh and Mary her mothers. It lasted for an hour or two achieving muliple streams of feminine orgasmic delight, then as their bodies became untwined from their postition they then intertwined yet again in tribaltism their mounds meeting for the first time, gently at first then their untulations became more rhythmic as the music in the background became their cue for passionate thrustings from their hips into each others wetness, crying out, yearning yet for another orgasm. They kept thrusting, kept kneeding each others labias, their clitorises grinding together so perfectly. Their feminine desires became fierce, like two lionesses fighting over the same kill, grinding and thrusting, without ceasing, taking each other ever deeper with each thrusting from their feminine but powerful hips. They had to have each other's bodies pausing only briefly for a soulful kiss they continued thrusting liken to two animals in the throes of heat and passion, then without warning, the two became one in an ogasmic union, never wanting to break their clutches they pulled each other so tight you couldn't put a stick pin between their femme flesh, they thrusted yet one more time, driving their vulvas so deep into one another until their G-Spots were exposed, they stayed locked in their embrace until their special orgasm together was accomplished. When their undulations were complete they fell into each others arms kissing and cuddling fondling each others breast until they fell asleep in each others arms. They spent the rest of the day and into the night coming out for some hot tea and dinner together like a lovers date (becaues it was). As night fell they retired into the bedroom and made love for most of the night never fearing each other ever again for this was their time just Jesse and Mary not as mother and daughter but as lovers and sisters in love. They are my sisters and on this day I was with them in sprirt as thjey fell in love with each other for the first time in their lives and I was there in my heart as they consumated this love, the purest love a mother and daughter could ever have towards one another, it is not only a sexual union, it goes beyond anything physical, or sexual, it goes beyond even family it is spiritual, I love you jesse and Mary, sisters always, lovers and friends. You are my family. Tri-Les is the name of this perfect union, and it will be forever. More to come.

Love and Kisses Jesse and Mary
Your Spirit Sister
Erica

For The Love of Larry

My Beautiful Brother

I don't usually do this on my site but I am compelled to say something about this. The photo you see above is a child named Larry King, a gay teen from California that was murdered, his only crime was being a gay child. I have to ask the question, when for the love of God when will the hate stop, he had his whole life ahead of him, but he was struck down before his life even had a chance to begin. Children no matter their orientation must feel safe in their schools, homes and playgrounds. What if Larry were allowed to grow up and find the cure for A.I.D.S, a disease that is 100% fatal, or perhaps the cure for cancer. Maybe he could have became the president of the United States, a lawyer, or a great musician. We will never know Larry's full potential and because of that we are poorer as a society. Larry did nothing wrong, he was only a kid trying to make his own unique mark in the world. I still remember Matthew Sheppard, another courageous young man, minding his own business, a college student, like Larry his only crime was being gay, was senselessly and maliciously murdered in Wyoming. I mourn for both. They are my brothers in spirit, like all my gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender brothers and sisters, I do love them all. Just like my straight brothers and sisters as well. It only goes to prove we still have a ways to go before all of Gods children are loved honored and accepted. It is not a matter of law or the courts, their only function is to clean up the messes that people make, nor is it a matter of congress, state legislatures, governors, or even the president of the United States, it is us, it begins in the hearts and minds of all of us, that is where change begins. Like the struggles in Martin Luther King Jr. era when in April Four and shot rang out in the Memphis sky, free at last but they can't take my pride, In the name of love one heart in the name of love, he said in the words of an old Negro spiritual Free At Last, Free At Last, Oh God Almighty Free At Last. As for the writer of this post, I will continue to be a freedom fighter in this cause, and it is truth, honor, freedom, equality, and justice for all. The hate must stop, the fear must cease, because if it does not then there will be more Larry's, Matthew's, there will be more. Let the killing stop and let the healing begin. Thank You....More to Come.
For information about the gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered community, their families, and straight allies, please visit these fine sites, HRC, PFLAG, and GLAAD, and or your local organization.

Mother With Child

Every woman has a story, and allow me to tell this tale. Seeing a woman with child is truly erotic and beautiful. As I recall my seeing pictures of my own mother pregnant with me in her bossom, and my sister with her own children, both were so beautiful and feminine. Yes the beginning of life brings joy, pain, and long suffering, but it is life nevertheless. First trimester, brings such joyous expectations, and its beginning, ever knowing of the wonderful journey she has embarked on. The journey continues to the third trimester and the stirring of the life she has created begins. It is the seeds of life and the seeds of change, and it is that change that transforms a young girl into a mature woman. The motherly glow that I see in pregnant women with happy content lives is truly a wonderful thing to witness. Yes there are those who the struggle is only beginning but it is a struggle nevertheless. "Mother", the child says to her in the womb, will I be president, or a doctor, laywer, what will I be mother the child ask. You are my precious child, and I love you irregardless of what you want to be. The bond a mother and child has should be a protected thing, and not interfered with, and mothers should be free to express her love for her children in anyway she chooses, besides she was the one the carried her child, and she will be the one that feeds and nurish her children too. Society still for one reason or another has an issue with a mother breast-feeding her wonderful life, but as the writer of this post I do not. I have witnessed that event first-hand, viewing the blessed event as she caresses her child, and offers her breast to her child. Yes it is an intimate expression of love, and it is wonderful. I love you my mother, my love, my life.

Mother and Daughter Love

There isn't anything more lovely than the love a mother can give her daughter. I was chatting with a lady this morning and she said she taught her beautiful daughter how to properly use a vibrator, and as she taught her her daughter was in her arms when she orgasm for the first time in her sweet precious life. When a daughter learns the lessons of love, passion, sexuality, and life from her mother, she will be a well rounded individual later in her life. Also when she trust her mother to help her achieve her orgasm whether through masturbation, kissing, fondling her breast, and caressing her clitoris, she will learn her own pleasure zones and to properly stimulate them for her own special orgasm. Lovemaking between a mother and daughter is not a dirty thing, nor should it be a taboo subject, it is the natural expression of intimate love between the two. If the two just so happen to fall in love with each other and wish to spend their lives together in bliss then I say what is wrong with that, nothing I say. If the world was to learn this lesson then the world would be such a peaceful and beautiful place. Family should love family, not estranged, not in division, and I believe with all my heart the union between family members will be stronger. Who else would you trust to share your love with I say, some stranger that does not or will not care one thing about you, or family that is open, caring, and supportive. I say mothers love your daughters, and daughters love your mothers, and if you do then the both of you will be at peace.

Mature Lingerie Love

I adore mature ladies kissing in their beautiful lingerie, it is passion, it is beauty, it is the way women should be. If I had a million words to describe the way I feel about this topic, it would not be enough. Whether it be long flowing lace gowns, or nice panties and a bra, or absolutely nothing at all. As they tenderly caress one another, kissing, searching for their release, they know the comfort of each others arms. Lesbian love is the purest form of feminine love, whether it be a pair or a triad, either way it is love, it is sensuous, it is indeed intoxicating. As one feeds from the breast of another, or find that her vaginal area is moist and wet, kneading her clitoris between her fingers, I do hear her moaning. Blessed is the one who finds orgasmic release for hers is nirvana, and the angels in heaven sing her chorus. As for this writer I have orgasm twice during the writing of this post. I do feel the wetness in my panties, I do feel my feminine wiles being unleashed to the world.
Erica