My Lesbian Daughters (Sister Erotica/Family Sex/Mind Control Taboo)
43-year old Joanna has suddenly and inexplicably become sexually obsessed by her 18-year old adopted twin daughters. Every time she sees them, she pictures them in the nude, hooking up with boys at school, kissing, touching, exploring their young sexualities…with each other. When she finds her husband’s old hypnosis kit, will she be able to resist using it to turn her fantasies…into reality? More
43-year old Joanna has suddenly and inexplicably become sexually obsessed by her 18-year old adopted twin daughters. Every time she sees them, she pictures them in the nude, hooking up with boys at school, kissing, touching, exploring their young sexualities…with each other. When she finds her husband’s old hypnosis kit, will she be able to resist using it to turn her fantasies…into reality?
EXPLICIT: This 3795-word story contains elaborate sexual dreams, as an attractive mother fantasizes about her two lithe twin teenage daughters, altering their minds to dress more scantily around the house, slowly transforming them into her own personal young sluts…
I don't remember exactly when I started picturing my daughters during my weekly masturbation session, but that was when I knew I had crossed a line.
Friday night was "my" night; Joshua would go out with his pals, the girls had youth group and would frequently stay at a friend's house. I'd set up a few candles, run myself a nice bath...if there was wine in the house I'd have a glass, and try not to think about how boring and cliche even my own masturbation was.
Typically I would visualise a soap star, or the Australian man who had done our windows a few times (something about that accent always gets me...) but this particular Friday, a mental image of the girls popped into my head.
At first I tried to shake it. I'd force it out of my head, try to think of rippling muscles covered in suds, or Jack Branning taking me in the wrestling ring...but it kept coming back. The closer I got, the more it persisted, until eventually I just embraced it and let out my climactic sigh, a vision of my own daughters in my head.
After all, who was I hurting?
After that, it became a regular fantasy. And, as I'm sure many of you reading this will have encountered, over time fantasies require escalation. Soon just the image of my daughters wasn't enough - they had to be dancing through my mind, taking part in in all manner of escapades. Brianna at school, flashing her panties to the boys. Rebecca playing tennis in the nude, bouncing as she served the ball.
A month later, I was pleasuring myself two or three times a week, imagining the girls in more and more depraved situations - Rebecca sneaking off from youth group with the vicar's son, letting him feel her up behind the pulpit. Brianna, on her knees during morning tea at her school, sucking off the school bully. Rebecca, bent over a desk at school, fucking a teacher for a better grade, Brianna watching and playing with herself...
The rest of my life was still as boring as ever, but my fantasy life had suddenly exploded.
I wish I could be more precise with dates, but it's not something I particularly needed to keep track of. When you have nothing to fill your days with, they blur into each other, weeks becoming months becoming years, until you find yourself middle-aged, counting down the years until menopause, playing with yourself with images of the new fertile generation in your head.
While I don't remember exactly what date or week it was, I remember it was another Friday when an image came into my head that would change my life forever.
I don't know if this is true of all boarding schools, but it was rampant in mine - my girlfriends and I used to practice kissing. My friends were all gorgeous, and I suppose I wasn't too bad myself - a lot of men would have paid a lot of good money to see what went on behind closed doors, but I'd forgotten about it myself until I was in my usual bath, my hands doing their usual job.
It occurred to me, you see, that if I'd had a twin sister, I know we would have used each other for practice. And while things have changed since my day, surely death and taxes aren't the only constants - I feel that my girls would have taken after their old mother in at least one regard.