Chapter 1

The three Baxter women sat on large rattan chairs.

Jane Baxter sat like a queen on the chair in the middle, resting against the backrest, one long shapely leg over the other. She was dressed in a red two-piece bikini that glowed on her oiled tanned skin, in the mid-morning sun. Her posture made her already tiny pantie stick achingly against her groin and gave whoever was ogling, a glimpse of the pink flesh of the outer ridges of her shaven pussy. Jane’s slim lower limbs drew attention to her beautiful thick thighs.
Her jet-black hair, worn short, did not move an inch despite the light wind blowing across the beach. The red bra was thin, and her full 36D size breasts were firm and called to be licked. In her left hand was a glass of half-drunk long island iced tea.

Jane oozed sex as she sat on the chair. Throughout her movie career, both her male and female co-stars had tried to jump into bed with her and Jane had obliged both sexes, indulging in torrid affairs with many famous male and female actors.

On either side of Jane sat her daughters Vivian and Cynthia. Unlike their mother, the two daughters were sitting up in their chairs as if neither young woman could relax when their mother was present.

Vivian’s wavy golden blonde hair was worn short like her mother’s. A bra strap had fallen off her shoulder and her large 36C boobs hung down pleasantly. The edge of a dark pink nipple was visible on account of the fallen bra strap. A pale pink pallor had appeared over her otherwise milk white skin, perhaps from sitting in the sun for too long. Vivian’s calves were ample and endowed with the right amount of flesh.

Like her mother, Vivian had affairs with both men and women. In fact it was only last week when she had been on a walk at the beach with her girlfriend whom she had broken up with, a couple of days ago.

Cynthia glanced briefly at her sister’s partially exposed nipple and then looked down at her own tits. She wore a 36C bra like her sister.

“My tits are as big as hers”, Cynthia told herself after glancing briefly at her mother’s tits.

Her skin was creamier than her sister’s, but it was her chestnut red hair that really separated Cynthia from her mother and her sister.

Cynthia saw her sister glancing briefly at her legs and looking away. Her sculpted calves and thighs were hard to ignore.

The redhead had just ended an affair with a female co-worker the previous week and was set to go on a date with a male senior manager the next weekend.

“We are ready”, said Jerry, the interviewer. Rhonda, the camerawoman turned the video camera on.

The Baxter family was doing an interview and photoshoot for Debonair, an men’s magazine.

Jane sat up and adjusted Vivian’s bra strap that had fallen off her shoulder. Vivian giggled as her mother rolled her eyes at her. Cynthia frowned.

“Jane Baxter. You have been popular the world over for your rare beauty. Where do you see your movie career going at the age of 41?”, asked Jerry.

“Well, what can I say I was never really known as a great actress or anything. After I married Jack Baxter, I became more selective with my roles ….. AND I had to take care of these two girls”, said Vivian and she placed her hands on her daughters’ shoulders.

Vivian and Cynthia looked admiringly at their mother. Then their eyes met, and they looked seriously at each other.

“The two pretty young ladies are Jack’s kids?”, asked Jerry.

“Oh yes. They are Jack’s”, said Jane in a serious voice.

“They actually belong to my first cuckold husband who divorced me after he caught me in bed with another man”, thought Jane to herself and stifled a chuckle.

Vivian and Cynthia glanced at each other and looked away.

“I noticed both your daughters have your raised cheekbones”, said Jerry.

“Aren’t THEY PRETTY?”, asked Jane in an excited voice, pressing down on her daughters’ shoulders.

Vivian blushed. Cynthia pouted. They both shivered as their mother’s hands rested on their bare shoulders.

Cynthia’s breasts heaved against her brassiere and Vivian stole a quick glance at it.

“What they don’t have are your blue eyes, Jane”, said Jerry.

“I always tell mommy that her eyes are a deeper blue than the sea”, said Vivian in a gentle voice.

“I’ve always thought there was a touch of green to her eyes”, Cynthia intervened immediately.

The two sisters looked at each other, not hatefully but not lovingly either.

“Are you both the same age?”, asked Jerry addressing the sisters.

“Vivian here is the elder one. She is 23. Cynthia is a year younger”, said Jane.

She was aware of the not-so-subtle competition between her daughters. “This interview would look sexy when they release it on their channel”, thought Jane.

“All right ….. and what do you do Vivian?”, Jerry asked.

“I am mother to a girl. Roxie is her name. Her father Clarence McQueen is a Chief Sergeant in the army. I work as a secretary in a shipping company”, said Vivian, hiding a gulp.

“Lying bitch. Will she confess that her man left her when she told him she was pregnant?”, thought Cynthia, glancing at her sister’s boobs.

“And you Cynthia?”, asked Jerry.

“I am also a mother to a girl ….. Ginger. She and Roxie are at a summer camp run by mom’s close friends. My husband was a lawyer. We are divorced. I work as a manager at a supermarket”, said Cynthia, coolly.

“You sneaky little whore. I made you marry that promising young lawyer after he knocked you up. But you cheated on him and he didn’t even leave you any money”, thought Jane and allowed herself a smile. She glanced briefly at Cynthia’s calves. “They are sexier than mine”, thought Jane.

“Now coming back to you, Jane ….. now that you are not acting as much as you used to ….. what do you do to keep the adrenalin rushing?”, asked Jerry pressingly.

“I have to take care of the mansion that Jack left me when he died two years ago. That in itself takes up so much of my time”, said Jane letting this fact sink into Jerry’s head.

“Oh yeah. I can imagine. We just shot a few photos of you there already and I saw how big the mansion is”, said Jerry.

“I also own a fashion store in town called “Jane’s Fetish” and a restaurant by the beach named “Rendezvous with Jane”. It has one of the best views and is just a short walk from here”, said Jane proudly.

“Jane Baxter the legendary actress ….. now a businesswoman”, said Jerry patronizingly.

“What can I say? Life is a stage, and we all have to play different roles”, said Jane, flashing her best smile at the camera.

“All right ladies let’s take a little break here before we do your photoshoot, Jane. Rhonda is going to get her camera ready”, said Jerry.

“Sure”, said Jane, gulping down the rest of her long island iced tea.

Rhonda, walked up towards the Baxter women.

“Jane, I am a big fan of yours. Do you think you could get another coating of oil over your body for the photoshoot?”, asked Rhonda.

“Yeah sure, we will get it done”, ventured Vivian immediately.

“You can count on us”, said Cynthia.

The sisters glared at each other. Jane smiled.

“Cool”, said Rhonda. She had sensed the tension between the two sisters as she watched them through the video camera.

“Don’t I have the best daughters in the world?”, asked Jane.

Rhonda smiled. She and Jerry walked away from the three women to discuss the photo shoot.

Vivian produced a small vial of baby oil from under her rattan chair and flashed it at Jane.

“Vivian! You are always so resourceful”, said Jane and she stroked her first daughter’s cheek. Vivian shivered at her mother’s touch.

Cynthia looked on at them, a wave of envy passing through her. “Why does my mother love Vivian more than me?” she wondered to herself.

“OH! So you came prepared”, countered Cynthia in an accusing tone. She couldn’t help herself.

“Cynthia, this is a big opportunity for our mommy and us to be featured in the Debonair magazine. Do you even realize the benefits this interview and photoshoot would have on the fashion store and the restaurant ”, asked Vivian, passionately.

Jane looked from one daughter to the other, her eyes moving like a spectator at a lawn tennis game.

“Yeah, sure”, said Cynthia shortly, looking at Vivian and then at her mother. She knew Vivian was right.

“Mommy I need to apply this oil over your body now”, said Vivian, turning back to Jane.

“Sure Vivian honey. Go right ahead”, said Jane sitting up, showing off her body to her two daughters.

Vivian opened the vial of oil and poured some into her left hand.

“Why don’t you relax and rest against the backrest mommy?”, suggested Vivian. She looked over at Cynthia who was now glaring at her.

Jane laid back on the rattan chair. She was enjoying the subtle acrimony between her daughters over her.

Vivian opened the vial and poured oil onto her hands.

After getting both her hands smeared with oil, Vivian rubbed the oil over her mother’s thighs. She marveled at the fleshiness of her mother’s thighs as she slowly spread the oil across the smooth tanned skin.

“Ahhhhhh! Vivian!”, said Jane and she caressed Vivian’s back. Vivian shivered as her mother ran her fingers across her back.

“Mommy”, swooned Vivian and she looked over at Cynthia. Her sister’s boobs were heaving lustily.

“Pass the oil over to me will ya, Viv”, said Cynthia, shortly. It was almost an order.

“I can rub the oil across mommy’s body, Cyn. You relax and shut your mouth”, said Vivian and she rubbed her hands across Jane’s thighs, running them into her mother’s inner thighs. Jane moaned. She sat up just a little and ran her fingers across Vivian’s blonde hair.

Cynthia watched them longingly. She felt the blood flood into her nipples.

“You do her legs and thighs, Viv. I’ll do her stomach and bosom”, said Cynthia in a low voice, almost begging.

“Give the oil to her, Vivian”, said Jane slyly, stirring the pot.

“I might be 41, but I am driving these two jezebels in their early twenties up the wall”, Jane thought to herself and smiled.

Vivian obeyed her mother’s order and reluctantly handed the vial of oil to her sister.

Cynthia grabbed it eagerly. She smeared her hands with the oil and began to rub it over her mother’s smooth stomach.

“Ohhhh! Cynthia that feels so good”, cooed Jane and she proceeded to rub her hand across her daughter’s crimson red hair.

“Anything for you mommy”, responded Cynthia, looking admiringly at her mother.

Vivian’s breasts heaved as she looked on enviously at her sister rubbing the oil over their mother’s stomach.

“My mother loves Cynthia more than me. It has always been that way”, Vivian lamented.

Then she watched helplessly as Cynthia shamelessly rubbed the oil over her mother’s brassiere covered boobs, running the hands sensually over the large mounds of flesh.

“Hands off my mommy you bitch”, Vivian wanted to shout out at Cynthia. But she simply looked on, utterly mesmerized, as Cynthia rubbed the oil over their mother’s boobs without disturbing the brassiere that covered it.

“Oooooh! That feels soooo good”, said Jane. Her nipples were erect now.

Jane rewarded her younger daughter for her efforts by rubbing her hand across Cynthia’s bare back.

Cynthia moved her hands towards her mother’s neck and shoulders.

“Ahhhh! That feels so good, Cynthia”, said Jane.

“I am so glad you’re enjoying yourself, mommy. You deserve it”, swooned Cyntia.

“Honey! You’re doing a great job, keep going”, Jane responded.

Vivian glared at her mother and sister.

“I cannot remember the last time my mother called me honey”, thought Vivian as she watched her sister rub the oil over her mother’s neck and shoulders and Jane ran her hand across Cynthia’s chestnut hair one more time.

“You ladies ready?”

The Baxter women looked up. Jerry and Rhonda hovered over them.

Chapter 2

After the photo shoot, the three women walked across the shore over the pebbles and clamshell strands.

They were tall, Jane a little taller than her daughters.

As they began the steep climb up the stone steps towards the mansion, Vivian entwined fingers with her mother, pulling Jane away from Cynthia.

When they reached the top of the cliff, the mansion which was named Jane’s Palazzo, painted in bright cream, shimmered in the afternoon sun. The single storey structure had only four bedrooms, but the large patio in the front and the two large porches gave it an air of opulence. All the rooms had large windows and sliding glass doors. The mansions’ gabled roof was painted dark brown. The luxurious structure was built on a cliff in Balboa island, Los Angeles.

“Thank you for bringing the oil, sweet Vivian”, said Jane and she ran her fingers through Vivian’s blonde hair.

Vivian blushed and cupped her mother’s elbows, and their breasts bumped. Cynthia seethed as she stood watching them.

“I knew how important the shoot was for you, mommy”, said Vivian and she caressed her mother’s cheek with the back of her fingers.

“Owwwwww! I think something went into my eye! Owwww”, cried out Cynthia suddenly.

Jane turned around and ran towards her younger daughter.

“What is it honey?”, asked Jane.

“I don’t know mommy. Something went into my left eye. Could be an insect or something ?”, said Cynthia.

“Let me see”, said Jane, bumping her breasts into Cynthia’s as she looked into her younger daughter’s eye. There was nothing in it. Jane stifled a smile.

Vivian walked over to them. She knew Cynthia was a drama queen who wanted their mom all for herself.

“I don’t see anything honey”, repeated Vivian, letting her boobs linger over Cynthia’s.

“Oh my god, you’re such a pussy, Cynthia. Crying out like a baby because of a damn insect”, said Vivian sarcastically, eyeing her mother and sister bumping boobs.

“You stay out of this, Vivian”, said Cynthia angrily.

Jane removed her boobs off Cynthia’s and turned towards Vivian who was now a foot away from her younger sibling.

As Vivian and Cynthia glared at each other, Jane smirked and placed a hand on both their shoulders.

She saw her daughters’ nipples jutting out insolently through their brassieres.

Jane wanted to push them into each other’s arms.

The red and blonde-haired damsels held their glares before Vivian said, “I am going to my room” and walked away in a huff. She heard Jane call out her name, but she did not turn around.

After entering her room, which had a king-sized bed, a large oak table and a couple of chairs, Vivian locked the door from inside.

On a wall was a large poster of Jane dressed in an ancient robe for the biblical epic “Goliath’s Defeat”.

Vivian removed her brassiere and threw it onto the bed.

She pulled a chair towards the table on which was her laptop. She turned it on and opened her memoir, stored on a memory stick.

Vivian thought she would write about the jealousy between her and Cynthia over their mother on the beach.

“Wait, let me read about my wrestling training session with mommy” she told herself. “It always gets me hot”.

She opened the chapter titled “When My Mom Taught Me How to Fight” (January 27th, 2002)

“I had an argument with that Texan bitch Dixie over Clarence when we were downing whiskey shots in that honkytonk outside Austin. I nearly slapped her, but Clarence came between us. But the drunk flagrant bitch still challenged me to a catfight. She fumed and shouted at me “You daughter of a Hollywood whore, this great American warrior deserves better than you”, while pointing at Clarence. I accepted her challenge.

The next evening, I was in my mom’s room having a drink with her when I told her about the incident. She had just returned from a business meeting and was in bed in a really short skirt as she sipped her drink. I was trying not to stare at her shapely legs.

As I told her about Dixie, I could sense mom getting excited. To my surprise, mom asked me to describe my rival. I told her that the brunette had full breasts, but not as big as mine and that she was a little shorter than me.
Mom finished her drink and stepped elegantly off the bed and ordered me to stand up. She told me that she had been in a few catfights herself and would show me a few moves. Mom ushered me to the spacious center of her room, and we faced each other.

“Vivian, my dear, you only need one move to beat this short, big-boobed bitch in a fight. But you need to trash talk so good and make her angry, make smoke come out of her ears. She must charge at you and not you at her. Remember that ….. always. Let her come for you, Vivian”, said my mom, passion and aggression writ large over her face.

I said OK. I was pretty excited myself. How many mothers taught their own daughters what to do in a fight ? Not many. My mom was not some soft bookworm pussy who worked 9 to 5. She was THE Jane Baxter, and I was her fucking daughter.

“Now charge at me like you are Dixie”, said my mom.

I took a moment to put myself in Dixie’s shoes and then I let out a little mock scream and charged at mom.

She stood where she was until I was close to her, when she took a step forward and our bodies met. Mom plunged her boobs into mine and we threw our arms around each other. I let out a gasp. She snaked a leg around mine and our calves rubbed. Mom tripped me easily but just as I was about to fall, she held me and lowered me gently onto the wooly Persian carpet.

Mom climbed on top of me and bumped her boobs into mine. I placed my calves over hers.

“When you have the bitch on the floor, you slap her until she begs for mercy”, said mom as she tapped my cheeks lightly with her fingers.

Then she did something I will never forget. As she held me and pinned me on the carpet and I was trying to free myself, my mom’s pussy rubbed over mine.

Mom moaned. I whimpered.

I threw my arms around mom, and we lay sprawled like that over each other for a few moments. I waited for mom to rub her pussy against mine again. She did not. A few moments later, she disentangled herself from me and we both stood up.

I am quite sure the pussy rub was an accident because we practiced the move three more times, switching roles after the second time and while we bumped breasts and gasped, mom kept her pussy away from mine. I noticed that mom’s face was red and each time we practiced the move, I got more and more excited.

After the fourth time, mom asked me if I wanted to learn anything more, I was excited and confused about what had happened between us, so I said no.

The chapter ended. Vivian looked down at her nipples and they were severely erect. This was her favorite chapter in her memoir, and it always got her hot.

The blonde-haired damsel opened the next chapter titled “When I Pulverized Dixie’s Ass”

“Dixie and I faced each other in front of the honkytonk’s long oak bar. Chairs and tables had been moved to allow us ample space to beat the shit out of each other. Men and women around us cheered as they guzzled beer. We were in her territory so cries of “Dixie! Dixie! Dixie”, rang out around me.

My man Clarence was perched on a bar stool, and he gave me a wink. I winked back at him.

We had taken off our shoes and shirts but had kept our skirts on. Dixie wore a transparent white brassiere through which I could see her erect nipples. I felt my own nipples pierce against my bra, not with lust, but for the sheer excitement of fighting for my man.

“You know why you’re so short Dixie? It’s because you’re just goddamn trailer trash and your ancestors had to bend over backwards for everyone and even your trailers are so small you had to bend down when you entered them after bending over all day”, I yelled out passionately at Dixie. I did not mean all of it, I was just drunk and eager to beat Dixie in front of Clarence.

The Texan crowd protested voraciously at my insult. Dixie looked like she had been slapped.

“Don’t you insult my redneck brethren, you Hollywood hooker”, cried Dixie as she charged towards me.

I waited for her to approach me and when she was near me I lunged towards her and plunged my boobs into hers.

We went down to the floor, and she pulled at my hair, while we rolled around for a bit. Dixie breathed her whiskey breath into my face, and I returned the favor. We were engaged in the most primitive battle known to man, the battle for a mate. Our calves brushed and pelvises locked together fleetingly as we battled. I eventually emerged on top of Dixie.

I remember what mom had taught me. I began to slap the bitch. I slapped her with the palm and then with the back of my hand.

Dixie let out a cry of defeat after the fifth slap. Then I plunged my boobs into hers, lay over her for a few moments, enjoying the feel of my victorious boobs over her defeated ones.
I cementing my defeat with a bite on her neck.

My rival let out a lusty cry and I sprang up to my feet and looked over at Clarence and he brought over a shot of whiskey for me which I drank down in a single gulp.”

Vivian giggled as she finished reading the chapter. Those were the days, she thought.

The blonde lass opened a new page and titled it as “Sex, lust and Jealousy on the Beach”. As she began to type, she felt herself getting aroused.