Chapter 07: OdysseynnJeannie boarded the bus in Omaha, excited to be finally moving to New York City and starting her dream. In her hand, she was clutching her tickets to New York and a catalogue from a school in New York that offered a fashion design degree. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her newly enhanced chest.nnUnlike the clothes which Jeannie wore working the truck stop and strip club parking lot as a prostitute, Jeannie was dressed conservatively. She was dressed in a red sweatshirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a short pony tail that bobbed on the back of her head as she walked down the aisle.nnJeannie took her seat by the window. She looked out the window and saw her mother standing on the platform, tears streaming down her cheek. Jeannie knew that her mother loved her, but Jeannie also knew that she had to leave. She could never be anything other than a transexual hooker in Omaha, but in New York, she could remake herself completely.nnThe bus pulled out. Jeannie sat back with a huge smile on her face. She opened up her course catalogue and rested it on her lap. She started picking out courses that she might want to take. Jeannie didn't have much money left, but she figured she'd be able to make some quick cash once she got to New York and could start taking courses soon after arriving.nnLittle did Jeannie know that just getting to New York was going to be an adventure. In the eighth century BC, Homer wrote a poem about the hero Odysseus and his trip from Troy to Ithaca (the Greek place, not the place in New York). Poor Odysseus faced many obstacles on his trip home, and it took him a full ten years to get home to his dear wife Penelope. While certainly Odysseus' trip was more odious than Jeannie's upcoming bus trip, in an age when one could fly from Omaha to New York in a few hours, and week ahead for Jeannie would prove to be a test of hope and endurance. nnThe bus pulled out of Omaha just after nine o'clock in the evening, destined for Chicago.

HinnOk then, here it is. For those that have been following my blossoming lust for my mother, this is what you have been waiting for. Well at least a lot of you have told me in the comments and e-mails I have received, that you have been eagerly awaiting this. At last I am writing about it, telling you all about it, pouring my heart out about how I sucked my mother's tits. nnIf you have read the previous parts, you will know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven't read them, I would strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked. In most parts, and particularly in this one where my mother features strongly, I refer back to what has happened in previous parts, so they should be read in the sequence I wrote them.nnNevertheless, whatever way you do read them, I hope you enjoy them and get as much pleasure and excitement from reading them as I do from writing them.nnPlease feel free to leave whatever comments you wish or e-mail me if you prefer.nnnnnnChapter 1nnI had thought about it so much over the past few months. It was something that had begun to consume my mind. It had become an obsession, a desire, a fantasy, a want and a need. And now I was about to satisfy that need. Yes I was about to suck my mother's luscious, big tits!nnColin, my mum's "friend", had taken the photos for the Berlin Erotic Arts Festival. The portfolio of nineteen shots was entitled, rather naffly I thought, Mother and Child Reunion. It was made up of shots of mum and me naked. He had explained that the final pose was not a photo. Instead, at the festival, she and I would pose in real life.

Revised EditionnnSusan Smith is a very wealthy person whose greatest thrill in life is to introduce innocent young women who happen to be looking for adventure to the joys of lesbian sex. Because she is an investor in a movie studio that specializes in high quality lesbian pornography, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her unique form of personal entertainment. This "entertainment" happens in carefully paced, gentle seductions in Susan's secluded mansion, where young women who have never known the touch of another female are brought slowly to the point of begging for lesbian sex. Given that she is rich, beautiful, sexy, smart, charming and actually quite sweet despite her depraved activities, Susan's "victims" are always delighted by the experience. nnThis is a long story about one of those seductions. It involves two young women, Jean and Sophie, age 18 and 19.nn*nnINTRODUCTION: MEET SUSAN SMITH; JEAN AND SOPHIE LEARN WHAT'S EXPECTED; JEAN IS STRIPPED AND "INSPECTED"nnSusan Smith is a 28 year-old lesbian. Her greatest thrill is to have sex with young women who though willing are "virgins" to girl-girl sex. She has established a lifestyle that enables her to regularly enjoy this thrill in a way that is not destructive. She worries about her unusual taste, but is resigned to the reality that nothing turns her on more than watching the transition as the embarrassed reluctance felt by a nubile young woman who is having her own sex tasted by another woman for the first time is gradually transmuted into eager lust under the skilful ministrations of an experienced lesbian. An experienced lesbian like Susan Smith, that is. nnAn only child, Susan inherited a fortune when her parents were killed in a car wreck when she was just 12. Between that time and when she went off to college she had lived with her dad's single brother Henry, her closest living relative. Susan suspected he was gay, but despite sharing a house their lives intersected very little. They had a cordial relationship but not a close one. Henry was also wealthy, and was constantly away on business travel for long periods, so Susan grew used to living alone, and became quire self sufficient at an early age. She wasn't really a "loner" - she made friends easily and was relatively popular in high school - but she was highly self contained. She enjoyed socializing with other people, but didn't need them. nnIt was in 7th grade that Susan began to discover her sexual preference. The other girls at the private school she attended talked about boys all the time, and about their initial forays into the realm of sexual relations – make-out sessions, getting "felt up," and the related low level physical contacts of junior high school.

As the title implies this little article is intended for guys who wish to write lesbian themed sex scenes that appeal to women. While I claim no more expertise at it than other writers, I have been asked by a few people to look at their submissions in the category and one of these prevailed upon me to write this little piece. Thanks Rumple. nnThe first thing that strikes me when I read most submissions by male authors in the category or as a scene in a different category is the lack of emotive response the scene produces. nnThe next thing I notice is a hurried feel to the work, as if the author is in a race to get to some goal. nnThe final major thing is a lack of preparation. nnSo here are a few suggestions for guys who wish to include lesbian scenes in their works, but feel daunted by the prospect. Keep in mind, the suggestions here are based around broad generalizations. If you wish to include a lesbian scene in a work where it isn't the central theme, such as a BDSM or N/C story, then your overall theme may very well supercede the suggestions.nnLACK OF EMOTIVE RESPONSE: Women do read erotica for the simple expedient of getting off, but tend to look for something a little deeper. There is an emotional component to the sex act for women, which seems to be much stronger than most men experience. If you wish to write a good lesbian scene you need to tap into that emotion. Does this mean you need to write a novel or give a complete psychoanalysis of each character to get the response you want? No. What it does mean is you need more than "I loved licking her pussy" in the way of emotion. nnWhat is your protagonist feeling emotionally? Why? What is it about this particular woman that makes her attractive and desirable above others? You don't have to delve into romance novels or use flowery language, but you do need to convey a depth of feeling from your characters that goes beyond simple physical attraction. They don't necessarily have to be in love.