Novel & Cerita Mother Daughter Lesbian

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings—long, straight, and impossibly alluring. She leaned one hand against the doorframe, her body curving with extreme seduction. I stared, dumbstruck. What in the world was going on? Arielle's mother spoke. "Neil, thanks for taking care of Arielle all this time. That silly girl is a handful—you must've had it hard." I waved my hands quickly. "Not at all, not at all." Then she stuck out her tongue and let out a breathy moan that sent a shiver straight through me.

Lana said calmly, “only those I permit hear my words. It is your place to disclose it to her, not mine.” She turned and walked toward the door before stopping beside Jade, her face angling slightly back toward me as she continued. “She is not merely one of the daughters of the Slain Luna, she is the Luna of the Crystal Wolf, you are the Crystal Wolf, the one true Alpha.” Xavier sat in silence, watching her lips move without sound reaching him as confusion settled across his face. Lana’s voice came once more before she stepped through the doorway. “Know this. A Nightveil is present.”

I was sure I would die of dehydration from orgasming. I looked down as mom raised her face from my pussy. She was covered in my lust, it shimmered on her smiling face. She leaned up on her elbows, "I have never enjoyed loving a woman as much as I just enjoyed loving my daughter." I blushed, stupid, but I did, "I enjoyed it too. My first time getting licked by a woman, and it was my mother." "I could tell," Mom said. "So, I guess you're okay with lesbian sex?"

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

"Isn't that right pussy pet?" "Yes, Mistress," Amber admitted, kneeling beside her mother and watching her eat the pussy she dined on a few times a week. "You did know your daughter was a lesbian, right?" Barbie asked, pulling Karen's face up and again looking her in the eye. "She is?" Karen asked, just as another man grunted and spewed his load in her asshole. "I am, Mom," Amber said, as she pushed her mom aside and buried her face in Barbie's delicious pussy. "Jesus," Karen said, as she watched in bewilderment, as the stranger pulled out of her asshole and cum gushed out.

Visions of a married old man flashed before his eyes. "No, it's not what you think, dad," she corrected him. "I'm a lesbian and I came home to tell you both that my lover and I are going to move in together. Now, I might as well tell you that she's bisexual, but we fell in love and want to spend the rest of our lives together. Come with me into the living room and meet the love of my life. Dad, this is Dana. Dana, this is my dad."

“It was me Dad! I fell in love with her and she had no idea. I just…I’ve always had these feelings.” “Then you push them down!” Mom shouted. “They’re not real, they’re evil!” “No they’re not!” I cried. “I’m not evil because I love a girl! I-I’m still me, I’m still Raquel. I’m still your daughter.” “Not if you choose this lifestyle.” “I’m not choosing anything, this is just who I am. This is how I was born!” “We didn’t create you to be a lesbian!” Mom sobbed. “Don’t blame this on us, this is you Raquel! You let your friend warp your mind.”

A baby grown between lesbian parents has all the possibilities of lagging behind other kinds in mental growth and maturity. Lesbianism is never a disorder to be treated and cured; it is just a sexual orientation. They are neither mentally, nor physically ill. There are certain therapies like reparative or conversion therapy that claim to have treatments to convert sexuality; though not proved by researches and not accepted by scientific society. The thought of a treatment emerges when we take lesbianism as a disorder. Lesbianism is a trait, may be, just as your liking for a particular food item.

She looked like she was in her early twenties, dressed in pink Jeans and a pink top that had the inscription; 'LUNA'S DAUGHTER. To anyone outside the pack, the lettering might have seemed like a playful or trendy slogan, but to those in the supernatural community, it was a clear marker of her status within the pack. This woman was not just a pretty face—she was the daughter of the Luna, the pack’s matriarch, and she carried her lineage with pride.