Woman in the Mirror

Gwen's heart was still racing, but from arousal now rather than fear. Carol quickly gathered up her own gown and tugged it on. Then, with a light touch of her palm to Gwen's cheek, she smiled and slipped out of the stall to return to her own dressing stall. Gwen stood staring at the closed door for a moment after her mother had left, then slowly sank down into the stall, her mind in a whirl. My mother! I've just made it with my own mother! She had never even thought about lesbian sex before, and here she was, not only making it with another woman, and not only making it with her mother – but she was eagerly looking forward to getting back home to privacy to continue this incestuous Sapphic match! She wanted to taste her mother's body just as Carol had feasted on her own. She glanced toward the mirror at herself, and saw a creature of pure animal passion looking back. Her lithe body, even collapsed onto the stool, radiated sexuality, her whole body flushed with passion. Her beautiful blonde hair was in wild disarray, while the smaller pelt of blonde curls at her groin glimmered moistly, framing her bright-pink fully aroused cunt ...»