Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

 

I could see the door from my bed as it slowly opened and Mom quietly came in, closed the door and came to my bedside. She just stood and looked down at me as I lay still, watching through nearly closed eyes. I was nude, the way I always slept, the sheet pulled up to my chin.

She took off her nightgown, which was all she had on, and dropped it to the floor. My heart was suddenly pounding! Then she slowly lifted the sheet and slipped naked into bed beside me, taking care not to shake the bed and wake me up.

She looked so beautiful and sexy in the dim light of the darkened room. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but this time I was determined to let Mom make the first move, if a move was to be made. So I lay quietly, trying to keep my breath as steady as it would be if I were actually asleep.

I felt her moving around and getting closer to me. Her leg grazed mine. Then she kissed my cheek very lightly and placed her hand on my arm. I heard her sigh, then we were both motionless for awhile.

She removed her hand from my arm and put it on my chest, just below my breasts. Mom’s touch felt warm, almost hot. With her fingers lightly playing against my skin, she kissed my cheek again. Her hand slid up to cup my breast, the palm brushing my stiffening nipple.

I knew that she could feel the hammering of my heart, so there was no point in my pretending to be asleep. Turning to her and gazing into her eyes, I whispered, “Mom…?”

She took her hand away. “I… I couldn’t sleep. I felt so bad for getting angry with you, and it was keeping me awake. I had to come and try to tell you that I’m sorry for losing my temper. I was just kind of stunned when you kissed me, rubbing your body against mine like that.” She sighed. “Maybe I was expecting something like that to happen, but when you held me, I felt so aroused that I was frightened.”

“Oh, Mom, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said glumly. “I just love you so much, and I loved what we did that night. I c-can’t help myself.” I felt like sobbing. “I want to — to be with you that way again, Mom…”

Mom touched my hand. “I know, honey. That kiss, and the way you and I kissed the other day, and how we touched one another… the thought of it just keep slipping through my mind, like, I don’t know, a sweet song I can’t forget.”

I wouldn’t let myself cry, damn it. Even if she never let me make love to her again. “But… d-do you want to forget?”

“No, baby. No. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just the way that you make me feel, angel. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced with a lover.”

My heart skipped a beat. Lover. That word. That beautiful, wonderful word. Did she really think of me that way?

She continued, her eyes burning into mine. “I shouldn’t be here in bed with you, Marcie… but I had to come. I knew I’d never get to sleep if I didn’t.” A sob escaped her lips. “Oh, God, this is wrong, so wrong… but I want you so very much. My darling daughter…”

She reached for my shoulder and pulled me to her. Our faces were an inch or two apart, our bare breasts pressed together.

“Kiss me, Marcie. Kiss me again, like you did downstairs. I need you to love me.”

I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled us together. Our mouths met for a few seconds in a soft kiss before I parted her lips with my tongue. Mom crushed her mouth to mine, her own tongue flashing to life, and once again my mother and I were kissing passionately.

We made out for a long while, then I pulled away. “God, I love kissing you, Mom. But are you sure you’re okay with this — with us?”

“Marcie, I think…” Then a look of determination flared in her eyes. “Yes. Yes, I am. I want to make love to you, angel.”

Our hungry mouths came together again as her hand slipped between us to find my breast. I allowed my hand to drift from her neck and slip down to the curve of her ass.

As we ground our bodies together, sharing juicy kisses, I felt positively euphoric. In my mind’s eye I pictured my mother and myself as we squirmed on the bed; legs twined, tongues and mouths playing sweet games. Her fingers were plucking at my nipples, tiny shocks of pleasure racing through me with each gentle pinch.

Mom’s hand slid from my breast and down over the belly to cup my sex. She ran a couple of fingers through my slippery labia, then eased one inside. I broke our kiss, a gasp exploding from my throat. She whispered, “Oh, Marcie, I adore you,” then plunged a second finger into me.

My legs parted further for her, hips thrusting against Mom as she went deeper, pressing into me until I could feel her knuckles against my labia. She fondled my breasts with her left hand and fucked me with the right.

I writhed and bucked on the bed, pumping my hips to the rhythm of mother’s wrist. In very short order I felt an orgasm rising beneath my belly, and that just got my pelvis churning faster. I longed, ached to come for Mom, and she knew it. Her thrusts quickened and her thumb rubbed against my clit, spiking my pleasure even higher.

I erupted with a loud guttural moan as my whole body stiffened and arched upward. Everything vanished in a surge of dark heat as I came long and hard.

Mom kept it going, kept working my pussy so that my ecstasy flared up again and again. It seemed as if I was screaming; somehow I couldn’t hear it.

Finally the sensations began to slowly ebb, and I felt myself shudder as a sweet aftershock flashed through me. Then I relaxed, sinking back into the sodden mattress, attempting to draw a full measure of air into my lungs. I was flushed, sweaty and tingling from head to toe.

Mom stretched out alongside me, her hand lightly caressing my breasts before sliding down to rest on my tummy.

I sighed, blissfully content. “That was fantastic, Mom. I’ve never come so hard in my life!”

She giggled. “Oh, I loved doing it, honey. I almost had my own orgasm, just from touching you.”

We kissed. I tasted my cunt on her lips and tongue as our mouths slid together. We nuzzled each other’s faces; took turns nibbling at each other’s necks. I bit her earlobe, and she squealed with delight.

My lips grazed Mom’s ear as I whispered, “I want to make you come.”

She shook her head. “No, Marcie, you don’t have to do that. This night is for you, honey.”

I climbed on top of her. “Well, Mom, if this night is really for me, then there’s only one thing I want — to fuck you.” I gave her a brief but steamy kiss, my tongue darting into her mouth. “Right here, right now.”

I was pulsing inside with near-unbearable excitement — tonight, I would truly make Mom my lover.

Gazing deep into the languid pools of green that were her eyes, I cooed, “You’re the best mom in the world. You’ve taken care of me, worked to raise me, made me happy… and now I’m going to make love to you.”

I began to kiss her face, brushing my lips against her eyes, cheeks, nose, and chin; then the soft skin of her neck, the hollow of her throat. I made my way down to her breasts, adorning them with kisses. Mom’s nipples were taut with excitement, and I teased the nearest with the tip of the tongue, then took it into my mouth to suckle.

My mother’s moan was sweet music to my ears. She cradled my head to her as I placed a hand on her other breast, my palm gliding over the nipple, feeling it stiffen to the touch.

I spent the next few minutes or so just making love to Mom’s beautiful breasts. But I soon grew eager for more.

Down her body I went, my tongue tracing a path between her breasts to her tummy. I pressed my face into the softness, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of my mother’s skin. I licked teasingly at her belly button, making her laugh.

Mom’s breathing had grown shaky, and I could feel a restlessness in her body. Her hands, tangled in my hair, were trembling, and I knew that she was waiting for me to lick her.

I wriggled further down, between her squirming legs. Mom raised her knees and spread her thighs to make room for me. I paused to admire the beautiful cunt, now shining with moisture, from which I had been born. The aroma of her sex enchanted me, led me into her like a beckoning finger. My face drew closer and closer until my lips parted to touch her wet center with a kiss.

I heard her moan, “OHHHhhhhhh.” God, she was so wet… the taste of her was sharp and strong on the tip of my tongue as I ran it through her slit from top to bottom and back again. I began to lick her aggressively; up and down, from anus to clitoris, feeling her body beginning to move in time with mine.

Thirsting for more of her sweet essence, I raised Mom’s legs, bringing both knees to her chest, This opened her cunt even wider to me. Her buttocks were parted, too, and the sight of the dark cleft nestling between them sent a quiver of excitement spiraling through my belly. I knew right then that I had to pleasure Mom there, too.

I trailed my tongue down to her rosebud once again… only this time, I allowed myself to linger, tentatively exploring the delights of my mother’s asshole. I draped both her legs over my shoulders, my hands on her bottom, tongue probing between her cheeks.

“Oh, baby,” Mom gasped, “lick my ass… yes…”

I did just that for awhile, turned on beyond belief by the sheer lewdness of what I was doing. I still hungered for her pussy, though, so I eventually trailed my tongue up through her slit again. She moaned happily, and I went to work — parting her labia with my thumbs to expose the pink flesh inside, then bending down to taste it.

I began gently, then began to lick harder, deeper. My tongue was everywhere as I feasted upon Mom’s cunt, the object of my forbidden desire. I pressed kisses into her wet heat, and Mom writhed and thrust against me in a mad, passionate frenzy, a rising moan of ecstasy issuing from her throat.

My fingers found her clitoris and teased it, making her cry out in surprise and delight. I allowed two fingers to replace my tongue in Mom’s pussy, my lips enveloping her slightly protruding clit to suck it gently, flicking the pink nubbin with the tip of the tongue.

My mother’s gyrations gave way to uncontrollable shudders and jerking hip movements as her orgasm erupted, engulfing her whole body in heated shockwaves. I could hear her gasp for breath and sob as she thrust her pelvis against my face and my fingers, which were busily plunging into and out of her dripping pussy.

Suddenly she froze, trembling from head to toe as the biggest wave of all came slamming down. Her legs straightened as her back arched upward, a handful of bedsheet clutched in each fist. A hoarse, strangled cry burst from her, and then she slowly relaxed, exhaling as her body sank back onto the bed.

I withdrew my wet fingers from inside Mom’s vagina, said goodbye to her clit with a kiss, then untangled myself from her legs and moved up to lie beside her. Mom’s breathing was ragged and shallow, her face flushed, eyes closed. I wondered if she had passed out.

I nudged her shoulder. “Mom… Mom, are you okay? Are you awake?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a sleepy smile. “Yes, Marcie, I’m fine… think I am, anyhow.” She laughed. “I don’t know, though. You nearly fucked me unconscious!”

She reached for me, and I happily crawled into her arms. We hugged tightly, our hearts still racing. As her breathing slowed and she regained some composure, Mom took my face in her hands, giving me a loving kiss.

“I couldn’t help myself, Marcie,” she whispered, “I — I didn’t intend for that to happen when I came in here. I only wanted to apologize to you for–”

I shushed her, with a finger to her lips. “It’s okay, Mom. You wanted this, and I wanted it too. If it didn’t happen tonight, it would have been tomorrow, or next week, even next month. You needed to be loved, and I needed to love you.”

“Oh, honey… we are so much alike, you and I. It’s almost scary to me sometimes. We started something that shouldn’t have happened, but I suppose you’re right — sooner or later, you and I were going to take this all the way.”

“That’s what I hoped for, Mom. I think I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since that first real kiss you gave me.” I placed a hand on her damp belly.

“Mmmm, and so you have, my sweet, darling daughter,” Mom cooed. “You know what? I don’t care if what we did is wrong, not anymore.” She kissed me tenderly. “Oh, Marcie, Marcie… I love you so much.”

I returned her affection, my tongue darting in her mouth for the length of a heartbeat. “I love you too, Mom, more than anything.” We cuddled together. “Stay with me tonight, okay? I want to fall asleep holding you.”

She kissed me once more, then turned her back to me as I put my arm over her body and pulled the sheet up to cover us both. In a couple of minutes I heard her breathing become steady, so I knew she was asleep. I drifted off soon after.

*****

I woke up with a hand on my thigh, lightly touching my pussy. I lifted my head to see Mom smiling at me, then I drifted into her arms for a good morning kiss. As our lips met, Mom eased a finger into my cunt. I gasped, my head suddenly spinning, falling back onto the pillow.

Mom reached for another pillow and slid it under my butt. She slipped her fingers from me and brought them to her lips to suck. “Mmmm…” she purred, “breakfast in bed — I like it.”

And before I knew it she was between my legs, fondling my wet pussy and kissing my inner thighs. Then she licked her way to my cunt, where her tongue toyed with me, the tip of it sliding up and down through my opening. I was thrusting against my mother, trying to get myself off on her face.

I felt her fingers gently opening me to find the clitoris, which she took between her lips to suck. I gasped as a tendril of pleasure spiraled through me.

Mom raised her head and I heard her say, “Have you ever explored your G-spot, Marcie?”

“I’m n-not sure.” I gasped between breaths.

“Hmmm, let’s see.” I felt her shift slightly, and as her mouth pressed back onto my clit, I felt fingers slip inside me and move around a bit.

All of a sudden, something like a bolt of lightning ripped through me. I jerked convulsively, nearly screaming from the intensity of it as I came. She kept it up, working her fingers around inside me, nursing at my clitoris, my pleasure- battered body responding with tremor after tremor of orgasmic bliss.

Finally she decided that I’d had enough, I guess. She drew her fingers from inside me, then nuzzled her way up my body, and we kissed. I licked all around Mom’s mouth, loving the flavor of my cunt on her lips.

She raised her head and gazed at me, her face glowing with love. I managed a sleepy grin.

“Want to go back to sleep for a while?” she murmured.

I nodded. She scooted up to me, took me in her arms and pulled the covers over us. I must have dozed off in seconds, because I don’t remember anything else until I woke up a couple of hours later.

When my eyes slowly opened, Mom was gone. But she’d gone out to her garden and cut a single pink rose, which lay on the pillow next to my head.

*****

It was one week later. Mom was off on a first date with a woman she had met through a friend. She’d been pretty excited, and spent a lot of time getting ready.

I was happy for her, and hoped she had a great evening… but I was kind of jealous, too. I did my best not to let it show, but I think she might have sensed it a little. Mom had already explained to me that what she and I had shared had been a beautiful experience, and she promised me that we would make love again, but she felt that we both needed to involve ourselves with others as well.

Problem was, all I could think of was her. What we had together had been so perfect, so beautiful, that I craved her like a drug. I had fallen in love with my own mother. The sight of her sweet face, the sound of her voice, the scent of her skin… the memories of sharing my bed with her, the kisses, the taste of her sex…

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered to my ceiling. “God, how I love you.”

I had three fingers in my pussy and was on the verge of coming while I pictured Mom naked, kneeling above my face, calling my name as I licked her slit. Then I moaned as a convulsive orgasm swamped me; slowly at first, then faster, until it hit full force and I cried out loud.

Finally I lay panting, trembling deliciously from head to toe. I rested until my breath returned, then heaved myself out of bed and ambled into the bathroom for a quick shower.

As I headed back to my room, I thought I heard the front door open. Hmmm… that was strange. What was Mom doing home so soon?

Still nude, I padded to the stairway, peered down into the dimly lit living room and said, “Mom? Is that you?”

Sure enough, Mom appeared at the foot of the stairs. She glumly replied, “Yeah, honey, it’s me. Your sad sack of a mother.”

“What do you mean? What happened?”

Dropping her purse on a side table, she shrugged, “Oh, I pretty much got dumped. We went to dinner and all that, but she wasn’t into me, it was obvious. I suppose she wanted someone younger… prettier.”

I was down the stairs in a flash, running into my mother’s arms. I hugged her tightly, trying my best to console her. She was still wearing her coat, and I was completely naked.

She sighed, then continued. “I wasn’t sure about her myself, but at least I wanted to get to know her better. She just said that this wasn’t right for her, that I shouldn’t take it personally, then took off before we got the check.” She laughed wearily. “She left enough money to cover the meal, at least. Anyway, here I am.” Her voice broke at the end, and she began to cry.

I was livid with anger at that horrible woman — that cunt. How dare she make my beautiful mother feel small and unloved?

Nuzzling her face, I kissed the tears away, then gazed deep into her sorrow-filled eyes. “She’s not worth it, Mom. Anyone who’s that mean, you don’t need her for a girlfriend.”

“I — I know that, honey,” she sniffled. “It just hurts to be rejected — no matter who does it. I need to… to feel wanted, that’s all.”

“Listen to me, Mom,” I whispered. “I need you, I want you, and I’d never, ever reject you.”

She was in heels, so I had to stand on tiptoe when I kissed her.

Mom resisted me at first, a little, but then she began to respond, accepting my tongue. Pushing the coat she wore from her shoulders, I unzipped the back of her dress and shipped my hands inside to caress her bare skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Suddenly she pulled back from me, shaking her head. “God, this is crazy. I get ditched by another woman, and now I’m making out with my own daughter.”

Undeterred, I reached for her again. “Mom, I’ve been up there in bed fingering my pussy, wishing you were there with me.” I placed a hand on my mother’s breast, smiling as I felt the nipple harden through the front of her dress. “Now you’re home, and we’re together — let’s enjoy it.”

This time, Mom offered no resistance at all. We kissed hotly, clutching one another as her hands wandered over my nude body. She touched my wet pussy, then sucked at her fingers.

I turned Mom around and nudged her toward the stairs. As we climbed them, she pulled the top of her dress down to her hips, then kicked her shoes aside when we reached the top. She slithered out of the dress just outside her bedroom door, letting it drop to the floor.

Her room was dark, but the light from outside was enough that I could see the contours of her beautiful body as she raised each leg in turn to slip out of the thong panties she was wearing.

Reaching for my hand, Mom drew me to her, those soft arms engulfing me as we kissed, our bare bodies pressed tightly together. Turning away, she led me around the bed and gently laid me down with my legs dangling over the side. She knelt before me, parting my thighs. I trembled with anticipation as my pussy was revealed to her gaze, a thick stripe of yellow light from the hallway spilling across me to illuminate the scene.

When her tongue began to tease my cunt, flicking playfully around the opening — well, I felt myself tremble all over. It had been two days since she and I had last made love, and the intensity of our passion had only grown in strength since then. The tip of her tongue sought entrance to my body; I welcomed it.

My mother’s hands slipped beneath my bottom to cradle them as she fucked me with her mouth — there was no other way to describe what she was doing. She was a woman gone wild, drunk on the sweet incest we shared. I adored her.

Panting for breath, I tangled my fingers in Mom’s hair as her tongue delved deeper inside me, far as it could go. As I raised my hips to meet her face, I felt her fingers slide between my buttocks, seeking the puckered opening of my anus. She began to move her fingertip around in a little circle, pressing in — and before I knew it she had it all the way in my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. It was at that instant that Mom wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked it.

I wanted to scream, but my wide-open mouth couldn’t produce a sound as the queen of all orgasms crashed down on me. My legs shook helplessly as she lashed my clitoris with her tongue, that busy finger sawing in and out of my asshole. Without meaning to, I squeezed her head with my thighs until I heard her make a muffled sound of protest.

Somehow in the throes of concentrated ecstasy, I loosened my grip on Mom. She raised her face from my cunt, but kept fucking my anus with her finger for a few more strokes before she gently extracted her finger, then sat back on her heels.

I was floating, enveloped in a warm luscious glow that felt like I’d swallowed a chunk of the sun. The look on Mom’s face as she gazed down at me was one of complete satisfaction. She was really happy at having brought me off like that, I could tell. Truth be told, I was in a pretty good mood myself.

As soon as I could draw a decent breath I pushed myself back onto the bed, then and tugged at Mom’s arm, gathering her to me. We were on our sides facing each other and I kissed her, tasting the sharp tang of my cunt on Mom’s lips and chin.

The lust for my mother churned fiercely inside me as I bent to her breasts and sucked her nipples, each in turn, then continued downward, exploring the landscape of her naked body. I licked a path down to Mom’s belly button, which I probed with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp.

I could smell her heat. My fingers found wetness. She was soaked, her cunt flowing like a river. I pushed two fingers into the slippery channel and her legs parted wide for me. I slid down to lick at Mom’s clitoris as I began to fuck her, pausing after the first few thrusts to add a third finger to the action.

“Hold on, baby,” Mom panted. Raising her upper half, she scooted back toward the headboard of the bed, propping herself against it. She took hold of my wrist and began to guide me even deeper into her vagina. I added a fourth finger, forming my hand into a sort of spearhead, ready to penetrate my mother once more.

Now trembling with excitement, Mom turned my hand face up, then tucked my thumb into my palm. “Just like that,” she whispered as she carefully placed my clenched hand at the opening of her cunt. “Put your whole hand inside me, honey… please.”

My head spun as I realized that she wanted me to fist her. Of course, I had never done such a thing before, but I knew what it was from watching lesbian porno clips on the internet. Honestly, the idea of putting my hand in Mom’s cunt was kind of scary, but she needed to be fucked that way, and that was enough for me.

I began to push and rotate my hand, and Mom pushed toward me. I felt it going into her, little by little, so I kept up a steady pressure while I continued to lick her clit. Soon I had penetrated Mom right up to the wide part of my hand at the knuckles, and I knew that would be the hardest part to get inside.

She squirmed, but made no protest of pain or discomfort as I continued pressing into her. Then she gave a quick thrust toward me just as I twisted my hand, and I felt it slip in. A jolt raced through Mom’s body and she groaned loudly as it entered, her vagina contracting to clutch my wrist.

Mom froze in place for a long, blissful moment when my hand made it all the way in — eyes glazed, mouth open, head thrown back. Then she began to pump her hips against my fist, fucking back against it. I quickly picked up Mom’s rhythm, and soon I was plunging in and out, in and out, in and out.

Her head rocked wildly back and forth as I used my hand like a big dildo in the torrid heat of her vagina. The whole world seemed to be reduced to the bare essentials of fist and cunt. Mom moaned and panted, her breath frantic as she worked her pelvis back and forth against my intruding hand.

“Yes, yes, Marcie. Oh, yes. Oh, baby. Fuck me, honey. Fuck your mommy. Mmmm, yes. So good. Oh GOD, so  good.” she gasped out in short exhalations of speech in time with my slippery thrusts, her voice rising in volume as her pleasure mounted.

Suddenly she erupted in a violent orgasm that sent her body into such helpless, frantic contortions that I was afraid she would hurt herself on my hand. I started to pull it out, but Mom only seized my wrist, holding me inside her body as she churned her hips crazily, working herself through at least one more climax.

Finally her convulsive actions subsided and she went limp, sinking back into the embrace of my bed. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see that her body was glazed with sweat. With a wet squishing sound, I pulled my hand from Mom’s vagina. I was stunned, shivering deliciously at the thought of what we had just done. I’d never imagined myself fisting a woman before — certainly not my own mother.

She slowly rolled onto her side, facing away from me. My gaze shifted to the gorgeous pink peach of Mom’s ass, and a new impulse seized me. I’d really enjoyed licking her nether hole the last time we had made love, and wanted to pleasure her that way again.

Placing my hands on her warm buttocks, I spread her cheeks apart, then leaned in to run my tongue up her crack.

Turning onto her belly, spreading her thighs to give me full access, Mom moaned. “Oh, my sweet angel, that feels so nice.”

She didn’t have to encourage me. I pressed my tongue into her anus, licking her lustily. Her ass tasted of sweat mixed with the wetness from her cunt. I loved the complete lewdness of it, imagining what my friends would think if they saw me rimming my own mother’s asshole. My fingers stole between her thighs, seeking the pearl of her clitoris.

Mom surprised me by coming once more the moment I touched her clit — not as intense as the orgasm I’d given her with my fist, but a sweet postscript to the forbidden pleasures we had just shared.

She finally stopped me with a hand on mine. “No more, baby,” she exhaled. I raised my face from her ass, then Mom slowly rolled onto her back and gazed up at me, a look of perfect contentment in her eyes. “My little lover,” she said softly. “My own little lover.”

I licked my fingers, still wet from Mom’s cunt, then offered my hand to her. She tasted herself, then pulled me on top of her to kiss my mouth with a passion that left me dazed.

Then we lay side by side, snuggling close, not saying a word. None were necessary. I was listening to her breathing as it slowed, my heart aglow with happiness. That night, I had truly made Mom mine. She would never have to worry about dating ever again, not if I had anything to say about it.

As for Jenny — well, I loved her as one of my best friends, and the sex we had shared had been wonderful. But I belonged to my mother now, and intended to be true to her. She had brought me into the world, raised me into adulthood, made love to me. I was intoxicated by the adoration I felt for her.

I sought out my mother’s mouth to kiss her once more. Then I relaxed by her side, and we both fell into a blissful slumber.

The End

By JetBoy

My name is Marcie Kendall, and this a story about… well, I don’t want to give away too much too soon. Let’s just say that it’s about how everything changed for me.

To the outside world, I was the same fifteen-year-old schoolgirl I had been a week earlier, but behind the doors of my home, I was living a whole new life. Here’s how it happened.

I was relaxing naked on my bed when my mother Sally knocked at the door, stuck her head in and asked if I would come downstairs to her room. “I need to talk to you about something,” she said. “It’s important.”

I paused to digest that. “Um, sure. I’ll be right down. Let me throw something on first.”

“Up to you, honey.” She turned to leave and paused, arching an eyebrow as she took in my nudity. “I see you’ve mastered the art of shaving your bikini line.” With a knowing wink, she left.

I pulled on thong panties and a cut off t-shirt before I went down to Mom’s room. When I entered, she was sitting upright in bed reading a magazine, wearing a short nightie closed with a thin tie.

I sat on the side of the bed next to her, and she laid her magazine to one side. “What’s up, Mom?”

She studied me for a few seconds, then softly said, “Honey, I think there is something you need to tell me… and I’m hoping that you’ll be honest with me without my having to ask you about it.”

The floor seemed to drop from beneath my feet. I didn’t drink to excess or do drugs, didn’t shoplift or cheat on my schoolwork… no, there was only one personal secret of mine that my mother didn’t know about. Or so I’d thought.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet Mom’s steady gaze. “Um… this is about Jenny, isn’t it?” My voice sounded tiny, as if I were a kid of eight instead of a high school student.

She nodded. “Yes, Marcie… it is.”

My head swam. “H-how did you find out?”

Smiling sadly, she replied, “I’m a mother, honey. Mothers know these things.”

I grimaced. “Mom…”

She sighed. “Okay, fine. This last Saturday I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom… and something, I don’t know what, told me to go check on you. When I got to your room through the bath, I saw the two of you in your bed, naked, with the covers pushed to one side. You were snuggled against Jenny’s back, and your hand was resting between her legs. I knew from the smell in the air that you two had been having sex. I left as quietly as I could.”

I was so busted. I sat there in silence, staring down at my hands and waiting for Mom to say something, anything. She seemed strangely calm, under the circumstances.

Finally she spoke. “How long has this thing been going on?”

“About six months, I guess. We fool around whenever she spends the night, and I’ve sneaked her into the house, um… three other times, I think.”

“I see. And who’s responsible for initiating this? Did Jenny seduce you first… or was it you?”

“I was the one who started things between us… I’d had a crush on her for a long time.” I paused, then risked a nervous laugh. “My sex drive is, um, pretty intense, I guess.”

“I guess so,” she murmured, nodding her head.

I stared at her, suddenly curious. “So, Mom… how come you don’t seem, well, more pissed off about all this?”

Instead of a reply, my mother reached out, drew me into her arms and hugged me for a long while before she finally said, “Baby, I know about strong sex drives. Much more than you might think.”

I was confused, but at the same time enormously relieved that I wasn’t about to be grounded for life. I pulled away. “Okay, Mom… you’ve got to explain what you meant by that, or I won’t get a wink of sleep tonight!”

She took a deep breath. “Marcie, I can’t get over how much you are like me. I guess I need to tell you a few things about my past, so you’ll understand my feelings.” She gazed at me sternly. “This is just between us, by the way… and if I ever hear mention of what I’m about to tell you, I will know who it came from.”

Wow… this was going to be something big. “I promise, Mom. Anything you tell me stays in this room.”

“Do you remember when you were ten, and you and I went out of town to your grandmother’s funeral?”

“Yes, but not much about it… except it was a long car ride.”

“When we were there, you met your Aunt Peggy for the first time.”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t see much of her, though.” I recalled a well-dressed, attractive but very distant woman who greeted me with a brief hug and some extremely small talk before moving on to someone else. “I guess you and her don’t get along so well, huh?”

“There’s a reason for that,” Mom said in a quiet but mournful tone. “Peggy was three years older than me, and we slept in the same bedroom until she moved away to start college. The thing is, she and I started… experimenting when I was thirteen and she was sixteen. Before long, we were having sex. Peggy and I had many opportunities to make love, living in the same room.”

I was stunned. Mom… fooling around with her sister? I’d never even suspected that she was into women!

“Your father and I met when I was sixteen, just after Peggy had moved out. We dated for a couple of months before we started having sex. Then one night when I was seventeen, we were together in his car at our local make-out spot, and he forgot to bring a condom. He wanted to go into town and get some, but I wouldn’t let him.” Mom shook her head. “I was sure it would be okay. Well, that time got me pregnant with you… and we married right away when I found out. I had my tubes tied not long after that.

“Then after your father died, back when you were two, I was left on my own. While I was going to school for my business degree, I became close with a younger woman named Samantha who was in my class.” She paused, nibbling at her lower lip, “We were lovers for a year.”

“Wow,” I breathed.

She continued. “Since then, I’ve only been with women. I’ve had a few lesbian threesomes, and one orgy. I’ve had sex in movie theaters, down at the lake, in the bathrooms of bars… I even fucked a woman in a phone booth once.” She paused. “Er… any questions?”

“Whatever happened with Aunt Peggy?”

Mom grimaced. “She found Jesus during her freshman year and became a hardcore Christian. So you can imagine how guilty she felt about the things we’d done together. And after I admitted to her that I was having sex with women again…” She shrugged. “Let’s just say that we don’t communicate very much anymore.”

“Okay, Mom. There’s one more thing I want to know.” I couldn’t believe I was even thinking of asking her this, but her frankness had me feeling pretty bold. “When you went back to bed after seeing me and Jenny together, did you masturbate?”

“Marcie!” she gasped.

I held my ground. “Well, did you?”

She nodded once and, almost whispering, said, “Yes, I did. I was confused, angry and aroused, all at the same time, and it just… boiled over in me, I guess.” She laughed shakily. “Besides, you both looked hot together.” She sat staring down at her hands for a moment, then raised her face to look at me. “So, what do you think of your mother now? Do I seem like… well, like some kind of a slut?”

“You’re no slut, Mom. Well, if you are, then so am I.” Suddenly I was giggling. “Wow… we really are alike, aren’t we? Listen, I think of you as a beautiful woman with strong sexual desires — and I’m just a younger version of you. No, Mom… you are definitely not a slut.”

“Thank you, baby,” she said, blinking away tears. “I — I’d be heartbroken if you thought badly of me.”

I got up and climbed into my mother’s lap for the first time in ages. Twining my hands around her neck, I looked deep in Mom’s eyes and said, “If having lots of lovers makes you happy, I think it’s wonderful. You deserve to be loved, Mom.”

She gazed at me, her eyes warm with adoration. Unexpectedly, she cupped my face in both hands and kissed me.

Without a thought I parted my lips for her, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then responded, and our kiss became warm and sensual. It wasn’t a sex thing, not exactly, but there was genuine passion in the moment.

We kissed for a long while before we broke apart, staring at each other in disbelief.

“Oh, God,” Mom gasped. “I’m sorry, Marcie. I was just so overwhelmed by what you said… I wanted to give you a kiss, but didn’t mean for it to be like that!” She made a face. “I haven’t been with another woman in a while, actually… guess I got carried away. Sorry, hon.”

My heart was galloping, but I tried not to let it show. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m guilty as you are. Anyhow, you’re one great kisser. I loved it!”

“Well, you’ve got quite the talented mouth yourself, kiddo,” she replied with a shy smile. “We shouldn’t have done it, but I have to admit that I like kissing you.”

I slowly rose to leave, patting her shoulder. “G’night, Mom.”

“Sweet dreams, Marcie.”

I padded back upstairs to bed, my mind whirling with unanswered questions.

*****

Later that night, I was awakened by someone touching my shoulder. When my eyes drifted open and I could focus, I could see it was Mom. She was naked.

“Can I snuggle with you, honey?” she whispered to me.

I nodded… and she slipped into bed beside me, then pulled the sheet back up and over us. I turned to her and we hugged tightly.

“I’m sorry, Marcie. I just needed to be with someone tonight. I’m feeling lonely.” she whispered.

I stretched, yawned. “S’all right, Mom. I’m here for you. Let’s just cuddle for awhile.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

She hugged me tightly, and we lay together in contented silence. I soon became aware of our nude bodies pressing together, but that seemed strangely right somehow.

All of a sudden, I felt Mom’s lips on mine.

She was kissing me, her mouth lightly brushing my lips, her body soft and warm against mine. I could feel her heart racing.

Pulling away, I whispered, “Mom… what are you doing?”

“I just wanted to kiss you, honey. Can’t a mother kiss her daughter?”

“It’s just that, um, it feels kinda like… well, the way we kissed this afternoon.”

“Hmmm… does it? Let me try again.”

She lowered her face to mine as her eyes closed. Our mouths met, and I felt a twinge of sexual heat race through me as the tip of her tongue brushed against my closed lips, a sweet visitor come to call.

My mouth opened ever so slightly, and her tongue slipped inside. Oh, God… my mother was kissing me. Really kissing me.

I’d never been so sexually excited in my life.

I pulled away for a brief moment. “Mom… I love you….”

Her mouth covered mine again, and this time, my own tongue emerged to play. Our kisses grew ever more passionate as my hand sought out her supple breast. I fondled the soft orb, feeling her nipple stiffen against my palm.

She moaned into my mouth, urging me onward. I needed no encouragement, though. I was a girl on fire — a girl making love to her mother.

My fingers rolled her hard nipple between them, and Mom’s breath hissed as she inhaled sharply, a shiver of what had to be ecstasy coursing through her frame. While I felt her up with one hand, the other crept down her belly to find a warm, wet pussy waiting for me.

I cupped my mother’s mound, feeling liquid heat beneath her pubic curls as I pressed into the moist flesh. She raised her hips to meet my fingers as they found and explored the entrance to her cunt.

Two digits slid inside with ease, and she thrust at me hard, forcing them even deeper. I began to work my fingers in and out of her, quickly falling into a steady rhythm with each stroke.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped. “Put… put another finger in me, baby girl!”

I drew my hand back to put all four fingers together, then worked them into Mom’s cunt. She moaned, her legs spreading even further apart. She was quivering, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps. She pushed hard against me — and if my thumb hadn’t been busy teasing her clitoris, my whole hand would have slipped inside her.

Suddenly she came, an orgasm shaking her body. She squirmed and twisted wildly as I wiggled my fingers around inside her, then gave a strangled cry before she went limp.

I carefully withdrew from my mother’s vagina, then lay down beside her. She took my wet hand in hers and kissed it, then cradled it to her breasts.

I waited for Mom to speak first. I’m not sure what I would have said anyway. We lay there for several minutes in silence as she regained her composure.

Finally she turned her head to face me. She smiled weakly and said “Thank you, Marcie.”

I managed a little smile of my own, but didn’t say a word.

Then I felt Mom’s hand on my thigh. Her lips brushed my ear. “What about you, baby?” Her hand slowly slid higher, finally nestling between my legs. I gasped as her fingers lightly caressed my pussy. “Mmm… you’re all wet.”

I swallowed nervously. “Mom… you don’t have to…”

She shushed me with a finger to my lips. “Let me do this,” she whispered.

Then her mouth was on mine again. My response was immediate; my tongue flashed to life, and I returned my mother’s kiss as passionately as I was able, moaning into her mouth as she slid a finger into my pussy. Once inside, she began to roll that finger around inside me, making my head swim.

Our tongues danced together as we continued to kiss. Then her thumb started working my clitoris, and I tore my mouth from hers to cry, “Ahhh! Oh, Mom… oh, God.”

She trailed kisses down my chin, her warm lips exploring my throat, my neck. Her manipulation of my clit grew more insistent, and I felt the tide of pleasure swiftly rising inside me. I bit my lower lip.

Then Mom’s hot mouth enveloped my left nipple, and I exploded in an orgasm that had me panting helplessly, my fist clutching a handful of the sheets.

Mom continued to finger me, taking me through at least one more climax before slowing her pace as my ecstasy waned. Finally I lay quietly, flushed and glistening with sweat from head to toe.

Mom took me in her arms, nuzzling my face. “I love you, angel,” she whispered.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close… feeling such a confused rush of emotion that I was on the verge of tears. “That was… wonderful, Mom. I love you, too.”

“I suppose we shouldn’t have done that,” she murmured. “I hadn’t planned it… but maybe it’s what I hoped would happen. I don’t know. What I do know is that you made your mother very happy.”

I reached for her hand, and squeezed it. “Mom… you know I’d do anything for you. I don’t think what we did was wrong. You needed comfort, and I gave it to you, that’s all. And you made me feel really nice.” I rested my head against her breast.

“Hmm… I’ll have to think about that,” she said. “Anyhow, I should get back to my room, honey.”

“Don’t leave, Mom. Stay with me tonight. You might need a hug later.”

“Marcie… I don’t…”

This time it was my turn to shush her, putting my finger to her lips. “Let’s get some sleep, Mom.” I leaned into her, and we shared one last lover’s kiss, our tongues meeting once more in a gentle goodnight.

She snuggled to me as I rolled onto my side… and in a very short time I could tell she was asleep. I soon followed.

I awoke the next morning to find Mom gone. After what had happened between us, I wondered how she felt about our lovemaking in the cold light of day.

I quickly showered and brushed my teeth… then I put on skimpy panties and a t-shirt and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen.

I said, “Morning, Mom.”

“Good morning, Marcie.” She turned to me, clearly uneasy. “Honey… I’m so sorry about last night. I had a few drinks too many, and got, well, a little carried away.”

I cut her off. “Don’t you dare apologize, Mom. We just made each other feel good. That’s all.”

“But… you’re my daughter. I shouldn’t have touched you that way. It’s not right.”

“Why not? I was willing and able, and I loved every minute of what we did. Better me than some stranger you met in a bar, ’cause I really love you.”

“Well, maybe you have a point, maybe not. Anyway, I won’t bring it up again.”

“We should talk about it, Mom. Sometime. If not now, then later.”

“Yes… maybe. I don’t know.”

I placed my hand on her arm. “Mom… anything you need, I’m here for you.” I gazed into her eyes, my heart warm with adoration. “What we did last night… I would do it again in a second. More, even, if that’s what you want. I won’t say this again, but you can count on me for anything.” I stood on tiptoe, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, then softly repeated, “Anything, Mom.”

Then I turned and padded from the room, leaving my mother alone to think.

*****

Three days passed without incident.

One day after school, Jenny approached me with a plan. A couple of weeks earlier, she and I had come up with the idea of going to a motel for one night so we could have sex without having to tiptoe or sneak around, where we’d be able to get loud and crazy when we fucked.

“Let’s do it this Saturday,” Jenny said. “My mom is hosting her church group that night, and it’s ‘no heathens allowed’, I guess, ‘cos she needs me and Dad to be out of the house. How about it, girlfriend? Ready for an all-night crazy-ass lesbo fuckfest?”

“Sounds awesome,” I told her. “Count me in!”

I hadn’t told Jenny yet that Mom had found out about us being lovers, so she figured that I’d have to pull something sneaky to get away for the night. But I intended to tell Mom the truth, and hoped that she’d understand.

Wearing what seemed to have become my usual clothing around the house, panties and a t-shirt, I went to Mom and told her what I wanted to do and asked her if she would allow me to stay at the Roebuck Inn that Saturday night.

She said, “Well, I already see one problem you’re going to have… since you and Jenny are both minors, you won’t be able to rent a room.”

“Oh,” I replied, feeling deflated. “We hadn’t thought of that.”

Mom patted my hand. “It’s okay, hon. Tell you what: I’ll go to a motel for the night, and you guys can have the whole house to yourselves. How ’bout that?”

I was floored. “Holy shit, Mom! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Wow, I must have the coolest mother in the whole world!”

“Oh, now… it’s not that big a deal,” she laughed. “I’m just happy that you’re with someone who’s sweet and smart like Jenny is. When I think of some of the jerks and losers I messed around with at your age…” She reached out to take my hand. “Y’know, I wasn’t sure about it at first, but now I feel glad that you seem to prefer girls. It’s so much easier to be gay now than when I was young.”

“I’m not calling myself a lesbian yet!” I protested. “I’ll probably try sex with a guy someday, only not right now. Most high school boys are pretty immature.”

“Well, at least with Jenny, I know you’ll be safe… and happy. I’ll bet she’s amazing in bed.” She gave my hand a squeeze. “Okay, the house is yours on Saturday. Have fun, kiddo.”

Feeling a warm surge of love for my mother, I climbed into her lap and hugged her. “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.” I tilted my head up and kissed her playfully, then made to get up and to my feet.

But before I could, Mom put her arms around me. I saw the hunger in her eyes as she whispered, “Oh, Marcie…”

She leaned forward and kissed me.

I couldn’t help myself — I grasped her shoulders and drew us tightly together. Our lips parted, our tongues met and mingled.

Mom and I kissed for a long, delicious while. When she finally broke away, we were both breathless and flushed, clutching one another tightly. Our embrace slackened, and I slowly climbed from her lap and to my feet.

Mom stared at me, stricken. “Oh, Marcie, I let myself get carried away again. We shouldn’t have done that.”

I reached out for her hand, gave it a squeeze. “Don’t be sorry, Mom. We both wanted to. We wanted it the first time we kissed like that… and when we spent the night together in my bed. You and I love each other, and we’re just, y’know, expressing that love.”

“But, honey… mothers and daughters aren’t supposed to be intimate, not like this.”

I put a finger to her lips. “And fifteen-year-old girls aren’t supposed to do what I do with Jenny, and you aren’t supposed to be having sex with women in phone booths, Mom… but we do, and it doesn’t cause any harm. And I don’t think that fooling around with you is wrong, anyhow. We both want it, and it brings you and me even closer together. So why can’t we kiss like that?”

“I like it as much as you do, sweetheart, maybe more, but…”

“But what? We’re doing something wrong by making out… even if it’s just kissing? So what if we are? I love kissing you, Mom. The sexier the kiss, the better. Does that make me bad?”

“No… I guess not. But maybe I shouldn’t have got it started again. We went much too far the other night, honey.”

“We made one another happy, Mom… and don’t even think of telling me you didn’t like it, ’cause I know you did.”

She just sat there, lost for words. Seizing the moment, I leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “We will kiss like that again, Mom. You know that as well as I do.”

I pecked her on the cheek, then climbed from her lap and headed for the door, swaying my ass from side to side to tease her a bit. I turned to look at her and saw she was smiling at me. Good.

*****

Saturday night with Jenny was fantastic. Mom loaned me some of her naughtiest lingerie for the occasion — a see-through nightie and scandalously skimpy crimson panties. I was wearing them when Jenny arrived. You should have seen her eyes light up when I met her at the front door!

I figured that she’d strip me naked right away, but no — Jenny wanted to take me in those sexy underthings. She got down to her panties and we fucked right there on the living room floor, grinding our bodies together in the thick carpet until we came.

Then I led her up to Mom’s bedroom, where we quickly undressed, then jumped into bed.

What followed was hours and hours of steamy, unrestrained girl/girl sex. Jenny and I had never before been able to make as much noise as we wanted in bed; well, we made up for that and then some. After awhile, it became a game: how loudly could we scream when we got off?

We tried all kinds of new things, with the help of Mom’s collection of sex toys… and our dirty imaginations, of course. Finally we fell asleep, exhausted, only to awaken just after dawn and fuck once more.

There was only one thing that kept the evening from being perfect: thoughts of Mom kept elbowing their way into my head while Jenny and I made love. I couldn’t help but recall the comforting softness of my mother’s naked body, the joy I took in her caresses, the warmth of her kiss.

It made me feel a little guilty, my mind drifting to memories of Mom while I took pleasure from the girl who was supposed to be my girlfriend. I kept those feelings to myself, though.

Jenny had to leave for work at 9 AM — her parents had insisted that she get a summer job, so she was scooping ice cream at a local Baskin-Robbins. “I’ll be dragging ass all day today,” she cooed as she got into her uniform, “but it was so totally worth it!”

We shared a hot French kiss, then Jenny set off on her bike, waving as she rolled out of the driveway.

Me, I went upstairs to tidy up Mom’s room, stripping the sex-soiled linen from her bed and putting on clean sheets, then washing her toys. By then, I was yawning something fierce, so I toddled off to my bedroom and crawled into bed. When Mom got home, a couple of hours later, I was dead to the world.

*****

During the next week it seemed as though my mother was avoiding me, which was upsetting, though I tried not to let my feelings show. Finally, on Saturday, I asked Mom about it during breakfast. Of course, she denied it, saying she just had some things on her mind.

That afternoon, I was in my room when I heard a tap at the door. Before I could reply, it opened and Mom peered inside. “Marcie, what would you like for dinner? Maybe we should go out somewhere. Hmmm, let’s see… how about deep dish pizza?”

I was so happy that Mom was acting like her old self that I wanted to jump up and dance out of sheer joy… instead, I gave her a big grin. “Yeah… that sounds great, Mom. Can we maybe go to the Green Glen Mall first, and get me some things for school?”

“Well… sure!” she replied, genuinely surprised. “You usually buy your own stuff without me.”

“We haven’t shopped together in ages, Mom. C’mon, it’ll be fun. You can tell me what looks good and what doesn’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure… like I’m an authority on youth culture.”

“I trust your opinion, Mom. Really, I do.”

She was wearing a navy blue skirt that fell to just above her knees and a light blue pullover blouse with three buttons in front, only two of which were fastened. Black wedges adorned her feet and her legs were bare.

I felt a sudden, crazy urge to slip a hand beneath Mom’s skirt and touch her between the legs. It made my heart race. Instead, I said, “You look lovely, Mom. I’m going to put on something nice too. I’ll be ready in a jiffy, okay?”

I expected her to leave; instead, she came in and sat on my bed while I put on a hint of makeup and gave my hair a few strokes with the brush. Mom was watching my every move as I stripped completely naked, put on a thong and matching bra and opened the closet to choose what to wear.

The whole scene felt just a little strange, but I was glad that Mom was there, watching me get dressed. It made me think that she was a bit more comfortable about the intimacy she and I had shared.

The memory of that night with Mom made me feel a bit lightheaded, like I’d just tossed back a glass or two of wine. How nice it would be, I mused, to kiss her like that some more… to touch her body again.

I picked a black mini and a short sleeved pale blue top with a deep neckline, then added a brooch my aunt had given me of a hummingbird. I found my black wedges and held them up for her to see.

“We are going to almost look like twins,” she snickered.

“You look so young, someone may think we are sisters anyway. We do look a lot alike.” I offered.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so pretty, Marcie, no one will notice me.”

“Hah… don’t kid yourself, lady, you’re beautiful and don’t look a day over twenty-five.”

“Let’s go. The bullshit is getting pret-ty deep in here,” she laughed, as she took my hand and led me to the door. Away we went.

Mom and I had a great dinner at Rook’s Pizza, where we spent nearly two hours chatting about anything and everything. Luckily, the mall was only a few minutes away. We went to nearly every clothing store in the place, from the chains to the mom-and-pop shops.

A few times, as I held items of clothing up to my body for her to see, I then held them against her and said something like, “This would look great on you, Mom.” My fingers occasionally brushed her breasts as I did that. She didn’t say anything but gave me a couple of questioning looks, which I pretended not to notice.

God, I love touching her, I thought, hoping I’d get to explore even more of Mom when we got home. By then I was tingling all over with anticipation, half-expecting something to happen between us that night.

Both of us were quiet in the car, at first. Then I slid a Pink CD into the player and we just kinda bounced our way home, laughing all the while.

I was first in the door and after turning on the hall light I turned to look at Mom, watching her come in from the garage, smitten by her mature beauty. As soon as she got in and put down the bags, I went to hug her, then gazed up into her eyes, both arms still wrapped around her waist.

“Thanks Mom. Thanks for dinner, thanks for the new clothes, and most of all… thanks for being my mother.”

“You are welcome, sweetie. I enjoyed it too. It’s been quite a while since we did anything like that…”

Acting on a sudden impulse, I kissed Mom right on the mouth, pressing her against the wall, grinding my body into hers. Mom’s lips parted as our tongues met and began to dance together.

She pulled back quickly and looked at me, kind of shaking slightly. “Marcie, I…. ” she whispered, and then her face distorted in anger. “Stop doing this to me, damn it!”

“D-doing what, Mom?”

She stabbed a finger at me. “Don’t play Little Miss Innocent with me, young lady! That flag won’t fly. You know what I mean. Those things we did last week were a mistake. They aren’t to happen again, ever. Do you understand me!?”

I was dying inside. She couldn’t end it like this! “But… but Mom–”

“No! I won’t listen. It’s wrong. It’s wrong!” She stared at me, frantic-eyed, breathing hard. “Now take those bags and go to your room.”

She turned away and marched down the hall, then I heard her bedroom door slam. I could only stare at the empty space she had just occupied.

Mom was upset with me, obviously, but I wondered if she was even more unhappy with herself. One thing for certain: our evening was ruined.

Fucking idiot! I cursed myself. You couldn’t wait for her to make the first move. You had to speed things along. Nicely played, dipshit.

Miserable, I trudged up the steps to my room, where I stuffed my bags in the closet, not even in the mood to open them. I didn’t want to go downstairs and risk facing Mom’s wrath, so I just opened a book and read for awhile, though I found myself losing the thread over and over again.

It was nearly midnight when finally I turned off the lights and went to bed. I didn’t go to sleep right away, as there was simply too much on my mind.

Then, after maybe half an hour, I heard the knob turn on my bedroom door.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

My name is Tess, and I run a women’s clothing store with my twin sister Angie. We’re a pair of cute, perky redheads in our mid-twenties with a knack for finding fun and trouble — often at the same time.

At our boutique, we are often given the opportunity to see beautiful women in their underthings, sometimes completely naked — and since Angie and I are both lesbians, we seize any opportunity to do just that. Now and then, though, my sister and I score something much hotter than a quick peek.

It was around seven-fifteen on a Tuesday evening, and the store was almost empty. There were only two customers — a mother and daughter who were indulging in some casual shopping. The two ladies really stood out to me because they looked a great deal alike and were both very attractive. The mother could not have been much older than thirty-five, and the daughter seemed to be about fifteen.

Something about the mom and the way she looked at me as she passed by made me think that she might be into women. I couldn’t explain it; you just develop a sixth sense for that kind of thing if you play the field as much as Angie and I do. Anyhow, I found myself watching for a chance to get her alone.

The daughter was looking around while the mother headed for the changing rooms to try on some things she had picked out. Seeing my opening, I gave the high sign to Angie, letting her know I was about to make a play for one of our customers. She nodded slightly, flashing me a quick thumbs-up, and I was off.

Pulse racing, I walked to the room occupied by the mother and tapped on the door. No doubt thinking it was her daughter, she immediately replied, “Come in.”

When I opened the door she was down to bra and panties and was surprised, at first, to see it was me. Slipping inside and closing the door, I told her that I simply wanted to know if she needed assistance. My eyes slowly took in every inch of her as I spoke.

She was taken aback for a few seconds, then relaxed, a knowing smile forming on her lips as she realized why I was there. I smiled back, thrilled that my instincts about her sexual tastes had been correct. I was tingling with excitement — the huntress, out for wild game.

In her hands she had a see-through nightgown that she’d picked out. In my most sultry voice I said, “Put it on. I’ll bet you look stunning in it.”

Her eyes never leaving mine, she unhooked and removed her bra, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Then she slipped the nightgown over her head and posed for me, a saucy grin on her lips.

Continuing my game of seduction, I murmured, “It’s perfect, very sexy… but that gown isn’t meant to be worn with panties.” I moved closer, slowly licking my lips. “Let me help you.”

“I’d like that,” she said, her face alight with anticipation.

Kneeling before her, I reached for the hem of the nightgown, hoisting it up before I slid the lace panties she wore down to her ankles, revealing a gorgeous pussy. I gazed in awe, licking my lips at the mouthwatering sight. She had a neatly trimmed pubic triangle, and her sex was glistening. Obviously, she was ready for me.

Without a word, I buried my face between her thighs and began to lick lustily at the pink flesh. Her cunt was juicy and delicious, and my lips were soon dripping with her honey.

She was still on her feet, leaning back against the changing room wall. I could feel her legs tremble as her pleasure mounted. I fumbled a hand beneath the skirt I wore and slipped it into my panties, craving a little self-stimulation while I went down on this beautiful stranger.

Suddenly a voice just outside the door said, “Momma? Are you in there?”

We both froze. The woman fought to regain her voice, then gasped, “I’ll b-be right out in a minute, honey.”

“Oh, take your time. I just wanted to tell you that they’ve got some really nice Capri pants here, that’s all. I’m gonna go look at the shoes.”

We could hear the girl moving away, so I went back to eating her mother’s pussy — fucking her with my tongue, then moving up to nibble at her clitoris.

She was shaking violently by then, and I knew she was about to come. So I placed two fingers at the entrance to her cunt and, with a single stroke, drove them deep inside her.

“Oh, God…” the mother whimpered, then quickly covered her mouth to stifle the moans as her climax hit. It was an intense one, too, lasting nearly a minute or so. She had a hard time keeping still, but I somehow managed to stay with her, my mouth glued to the woman’s cunt as her pleasure crested and waned.

I brought myself to a quick climax with busy fingers while my lips were still buried in the sticky pubes, licking the woman until she finally slumped against the wall, sighing blissfully as I gently nuzzled her mons. My orgasm wasn’t as intense as hers, but it was enough to calm my raging lust — for the moment, at least.

I raised my face from her bush, and she staggered over to the bench and clumsily sat with a thud, dazed and flushed, gasping for breath. Crawling between the woman’s spread thighs, I knelt to give her a hot, pussy-wet kiss, which she eagerly returned.

I rose to my feet, smiled down at her and whispered, “Rest for a little while, honey. I have to step out for a bit.” I gave her one more quick kiss on the cheek. “Wait here.”

I cautiously peered out of the dressing room, relieved to see that the daughter had moved to another part of the shop.

As I moved away from the changing room, I caught Angie’s eye, wordlessly signaling to her that she should pay a little visit to the room I’d just vacated. My sister and I loved to share women between us, and I figured that this particular lady would totally be up for taking on Angie, too. Of course, since my sister and I look and dress alike, the mother might not even figure out our little game…

Angie eagerly nodded, moving to put up the CLOSED sign and lock the front door. Taking a moment to compose myself, wiping my mouth and taking a quick hit of breath spray, I approached the girl, who was carrying a few items she’d selected from the racks.

“Hi,” I said, drawing near. “Welcome to our shop. I’m Tess.”

The girl gave me a lovely, slightly bashful smile. “I’m Mandy.”

She really was an exquisite creature — a blonde teen ripening into a gorgeous woman. And a wild impulse suddenly hit me: how amazing would it be to fuck a mother and her daughter on the same day?

In my warmest, most sensual voice, I said, “I’ve been in the stockroom, helping your mom find a few things… but now you have my undivided attention.” Then I hit her with a playful wink.

Mandy grinned. “Um, okay.” She showed me the hangers she was carrying. “I’ve found some really cool stuff already.”

“Good!” I laughed. “Let’s have you take some of these for a test drive.”

Even after my hot romp with this cutie’s mother, I was craving more — and Little Miss Mandy was turning me on something fierce. This was absolutely crazy, but I felt a powerful urge to make a move on her. What can I say? I’ve always been up for a kinky dare.

No one was in the store but Angie, myself, and our two hot customers. It was time to play. I just hoped that this perky teen would prove to be as easily persuaded as her mom.

“Let’s go in here,” I told Mandy, steering her to the changing room at the far left corner of our store. Now, I have to tell you about this particular room, because it’s important to the story.

Angie and I had it designed to exact specifications when we had the space remodeled. We call it the Fuck Me Room. It’s mainly used by customers to try on clothes, like any other changing room, but it’s also our own personal space for when we want to spend some quality time with a girl or woman who’s up for sexy fun.

For starters, it’s twice as large as the other changing rooms, with a floor spacious enough to stretch out on. We had extra-soft shag carpet put in, the light switch has a dimmer when you want things softly lit and romantic, and we got the walls soundproofed. There’s even a little closet nearby where we store pillows and blankets, for when we want to get especially cozy.

So if one of our girlfriends drops by, and things aren’t too hectic customer-wise, Angie or I just might take a little break and join her in the Fuck Me Room for anything from casual making out to a hot, wet sixty-nine. Sometimes, after work, Angie and I hole up in there with the pillows and blankets and enjoy a long, leisurely fuck of our own.

That’s right — my sister and I are lovers. She’s been my life partner, ever since we first became sexually intimate as teenagers. And even though Angie and I share an apartment, sometimes we simply can’t wait until we get home to get each other off. That’s where our special room comes in.

Anyhow, I guided Mandy inside, pausing to glance back at my sister. Our eyes met, and she shook her head incredulously, but with a wicked grin. She knew exactly what I was up to. Then she quickly turned away, moving toward the room where I’d left the mother.

Entering after the girl, I quietly closed the door behind us. She was clearly surprised that I had followed her into the changing room, but said nothing.

With a smile, I asked her to get undressed so she could try on some of the items she had brought along. Mandy hesitated for a moment, then quickly stripped down to her underwear. Her breasts were small but lovely, her nipples clearly visible through the bra. She wore plain white cotton panties, and looked delicious in them.

I casually studied her. “Hmmm… have you ever thought of wearing a thong instead?”

She shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to try one, but I don’t think my mom would go for it.”

“Well, they are incredibly comfortable.” I murmured, sidling close to the girl. “Would you like to see the one I’m wearing…?”

She slowly nodded. I could tell that the idea interested her.

Her eyes were locked on my lower half, clearly waiting for me to raise my skirt. Instead, I surprised her by unfastening the catch and dropping it to the floor, exposing my jet-black thong to her wide-eyed stare.

“Wow,” Mandy whispered, “that looks so hot!”

I could tell that she was aroused, and my heart throbbed at the possibility that this lovely creature just might be up for a little girl/girl fun. Like mother, like daughter?

I decided to go for broke, and with a smile, said, “Would you like to try my thong on for yourself? You can if you want.” I licked my lips, then added, “If you look good in it, maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Mandy’s eyes danced with nervous excitement. She stood there for a long moment, probably trying to decide if I was playing some kind of twisted joke. Finally, she slowly parted her lips to whisper, “All right.”

My gaze never left her as I slowly slipped the thong off… and I grinned as the girl stared at my bare vulva.

“Haven’t you ever seen a shaved pussy before?” I cooed.

Mandy blushed, embarrassed that I’d caught her staring. “O-only in pictures. It’s, um, really sexy.”

Moving closer to the girl, I softly said, “You can try on my thong — but you have to lose the panties.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. But then, with a shy smile, she pulled her panties down and off. I still wasn’t quite sure if she would let me fuck her or not, but seeing this sexy teen’s partial nudity was reward enough.

I gazed down at her pussy — a beautiful pink slit, framed by a sprinkling of blonde down. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her.

Without a word, I handed Mandy the thong. She stepped into it, tugging the skimpy garment up and over her hips. I took her arm and turned her toward the mirror. We were both studying her sexy body in the mirror, though I noticed that she was also stealing little glances at me, especially my naked lower half.

That’s when I knew for certain that I could have this teen cutie, just as easily as I’d taken her mother.

I moved in for the kill. Placing my hands on the Mandy’s shoulders, I leaned in to whisper, “Oh, you are a lovely young woman. Sexy enough to be a model, I think.”

She blushed and said, “Aw, no way…”

“It’s true,” I breathed as I undid her bra from behind, dropped it to the floor, then wrapped my arms around her waist. I brought my lips close to her ear to whisper, “Girl, you’re irresistible.”

As my lips brushed her ear, she closed her eyes and leaned back into me. I began to kiss her neck, then trailed kisses down the soft skin of her back, along her spine. She moaned softly as my mouth inched lower and lower.

That was when I glanced in one of the large mirrors and saw that the door of the changing room was now slightly ajar. I froze at the sight of Mandy’s mother peeping through, still wearing the see-through nightie I’d left her in, with Angie close behind her. Very close.

A surge of panic raced through me as I braced myself for the inevitable explosion of motherly rage. Then I realized that the woman wasn’t making a move to stop me from having her daughter.

Whoa… what’s happening here? I thought. Is she getting off on this?

My nerves were still jangling, but my sexual hunger was growing more intense by the second. Knowing that this lovely teen’s mom was spying on us, but not interfering in my seduction of her girl — well, as you can imagine, it had me hotter than a pistol. Damned if I knew what was going on in this woman’s mind, but there was no way in hell I was stopping now. With a secret smile, I resumed my lovemaking.

As I nuzzled my wicked way down Mandy’s back, she bent over, placing both hands on the bench in front of her. I knelt behind and slowly tugged the thong down with my teeth. She stepped out of them, revealing a flawless ass. I spread her buttocks apart with my hands, stealing another quick glance at the reflection of the slightly open door — only to see Angie and the girl’s mother embracing. My sister had her back to the door, and she was kissing the mother, who was watching me and her daughter over Angie’s shoulder.

Wanting to give our audience a good show, I licked my lips, then lowered my face to Mandy’s ass and slowly, slowly trailed my tongue up her butt crack. The teen shivered, whimpering softly. Pressing my mouth between her cheeks, I gave her anus a open-mouthed kiss, then circled the rosebud with the tip of my tongue. Finally, I risked another peek into the mirror.

Mandy’s mother had opened the door completely and was standing just outside the entrance with Angie, both of them fondling one another as they watched me rim this succulent teenager, who had not yet realized that we were being observed.

Careful not to let Mandy see her mother, I stood her up, back to the door, then took her into my arms and kissed her, parting the girl’s lips with my tongue. She responded right away, and our kiss grew hot and hungry. Her hands slid down my back to cup my bare ass.

Gently breaking away, I shrugged off my blouse, leaving me as naked as she was. Guiding her to the padded bench, I positioned the girl on her back. then slowly straddled her face, my sex inches from her lips. Lowering my body onto hers, I dipped my head between her legs to lick at her cunt, hoping Mandy would return the favor.

Sure enough, I felt her hot, wet tongue slide over my throbbing pussy. We quickly found a mutual rhythm, and soon she and I were both eating each other’s cunts like we had been lovers for years. Clearly, this was not her first lesbian experience.

At that point, Angie drew the girl’s mother into the room and shut the door, both of them now completely nude. I felt Mandy jerk in surprise at the sound. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t release her from between my legs to see who had come in. I began to finger the girl’s cunt, raising my head to gaze at the mother as she knelt before us, her eyes glazed with lust.

My sister began to caress Mandy and me, trailing her long, elegant fingers over our bare bodies. The mother simply knelt on the floor before us, unable to tear her eyes from our lesbian mini-orgy. Mandy, reassured that the unknown person in the room was joining in our loveplay, was eagerly eating my pussy again.

The mother was staring at me, her lips slightly parted and trembling with excitement at the sight of me and her daughter making love. Then I noticed that she was openly fondling her cunt. I winked at her, then once more lowered my face back between the girl’s thighs.

Mandy and I licked frantically at one another as our pleasure ascended steadily higher. I was drunk on this moment — the scent of her, the wetness, the liquid sounds of mouths, tongues and cunts, the touch of my sister’s hands; all accompanied by our muffled moans and gasps as we both edged closer, steadily closer to climax.

Then Mandy was coming, her thighs squeezing my head as she bucked and rocked beneath me. The girl’s ecstasy immediately claimed me as well, and I gasped into her dripping pussy as white-hot flashes of pure delight went off like firecrackers inside me, one after the next.

We both shivered deliciously as our mutual orgasm peaked, then waned. I continued to lightly nuzzle Mandy’s sex as we drifted back down to earth; she copied my actions, her lips gently brushing my slit. Finally we both relaxed, my body now still atop hers, the two of us moist with sweat.

I gingerly climbed off the girl, exhaling noisily as I sat down on the floor next to the bench. The mother was kneeling next to me, and she bent down to plant a open-mouthed kiss on my neck. I sighed happily, my hands moving to fondle her breasts as she began to explore mine.

I turned to glance up at Mandy, who was now sitting upright, a look of utter shock on her face at the sight of her naked mother touching me. “Momma…?” she gasped, her voice the merest whisper.

“Hush, Mandy,” the mother said. “Don’t… go to pieces or anything. I’m just having fun, like you are.” She lowered her face to my breasts, her tongue emerging to lick at a nipple. I sighed contentedly, hugging the woman’s face to my chest.

“Hey, girlie,” said Angie, now sitting next to Mandy on the bench. The girl twisted her head around to look — her eyes going even wider, if that was possible, at the sight of my equally nude mirror image beside her. “Wanna kiss me?”

Mandy was, to put it mildly, thoroughly confused by now. “I… uh, I…”

My sister laid a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You sure are cute… and I bet your lips taste really good right now.” She leaned in closer, her mouth lightly touching Mandy’s, barely brushing the girl’s lip with her tongue… then she drew back a bit. “Mmmm, yum…” she cooed, “I just love my sister’s pussy.” And her mouth covered Mandy’s again.

For a second I thought the baffled teenager was going to jump up and flee the room. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and relaxed against the wall as Angie’s kissing grew hungry, urgent. Then Mandy slowly wrapped her arms around her new mystery lover and began to return my sister’s increasingly heated tongue action.

The girl’s mother had raised her face from my breasts and was gazing, enthralled, at my sister and her daughter, now engaged in some pretty passionate loveplay. My arousal began to simmer anew as I saw how intensely the woman stared at her naked child.

“Hey,” I asked her, “what’s your name, lover?”

“Cherie,” she replied, giving me the merest glance before shifting her gaze back to the lesbian lovemaking.

“Mine’s Tess, and that’s my sister Angie. So… your little girl’s a real hottie, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Cherie said, so quietly I could barely hear her, “God, she is perfect…”

My lips were brushing her ear. “Go on and touch her… kiss her. You want to, I can tell — bet she’d love it.”

Cherie gasped, the naked desire in her eyes unmistakable — but she was clearly afraid to make such a daring move.

I touched her arm, and she turned to gaze helplessly at me. “It’s all right,” I said. “Watch this.”

Tingling from head to toe in delicious anticipation, I crawled up to Mandy, who was still kissing my sister, and gently parted the girl’s thighs. She broke away from Angie, turning to stare at me. Her face was flushed, her mouth wet from kissing, her hair disheveled. Yet somehow, she was more beautiful than ever. I could see why Mandy’s mother wanted her.

My eyes never leaving hers, I lowered my mouth to Mandy’s mound and placed a lover’s kiss upon her slit, deliberately coating my lips and chin with her essence. A soft mewling sound escaped from the girl’s throat as I frenched her pussy, probing her with my tongue.

Finally I raised my face from Mandy’s cunt, then turned to her mother. I seized Cherie’s arm, forcefully drawing her to me.

Making sure her daughter could see, I claimed Cherie’s mouth in a heated kiss. She was startled at first, but quickly recovered to return my kiss measure for measure. She moaned, savoring the taste of her daughter’s cunt as she licked the wetness from around my mouth.

When we finally broke apart, Mandy was leaning forward, staring at us. “God, Momma, that’s so…” she breathed, her eyes bright with excitement.

Cherie slowly rose to her feet, her eyes fastened to her daughter. “Oh, honey,” she shyly said, “you taste wonderful.” She sat down next to Mandy, reaching out to stroke the girl’s cheek with her fingertips. “You are so beautiful, my sweet child… you’ve grown into a lovely woman.”

Mandy reached for her mother’s hand, bringing it to her lips. “I — I love you, Momma,” she sighed.

“And I adore you, sweetheart,” Cherie said, gently placing a hand on her daughter’s breast, caressing the taut nipple. “Does this feel nice?”

“Oh, Momma,” gasped the wide-eyed teen, “oh, yes.” The girl was visibly trembling.

“Mandy,” the girl’s mother began, suddenly shy, “may I… may I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Mandy answered, closing her eyes, lips already parting.

Cherie leaned forward and their mouths met, brushing lightly. Then Mandy suddenly pushed her mother against the wall, her tongue plunging between Cherie’s lips, making their kiss hot and passionate.

Cherie moaned in surprise, but she got over that soon enough, eagerly returning her girl’s embrace. Angie and I glanced at one another, grinning excitedly. Clearly, Mom’s incestuous desire for her daughter was a two-way street.

Mandy and Cherie slowly slipped to the carpet, their mouths still locked together, tongues engaged in a dance of pure lust.

Angie drew me close and we enjoyed a brief, yet torrid kiss of our own, then turned to watch, eager to witness the incredible sight of mother and daughter sharing their bodies as lovers for the first time.

I seated Angie between my thighs, my breasts pressed against her back, then reached around to cup her sticky pussy. I’d already come twice, but it was clear that my sister was in serious need of release.

Cherie and Mandy were frantically making out, pressing their bodies together, kissing hungrily, groping one another. Finally, Mandy tore her mouth from her mother’s to moan, “Oh, Momma — I w-want to lick you.”

Cherie gave her daughter a look hot enough to melt iron ore. “I want to taste you too, baby. Let’s sixty-nine.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” said Mandy, and she rose up to swivel her body around, positioning herself atop her mother.

“Ooohh, Mandy,” Cherie breathed, reaching up to lightly touch her daughter’s sex with her fingers, “you have such a beautiful pussy.”

“So is yours, Momma…” Mandy paused to inhale deeply, “…and you smell so good!” Licking her lips, the sexy teenager burrowed between Cherie’s thighs, covering the woman’s sex with her mouth.

I fingered my sister with an increasing fervor as we watched Cherie moan from the touch of her girl’s lips, her eyes still fastened to Mandy’s juicy cunt. She raised her head from the carpet, her tongue sliding through her daughter’s folds to take that first loving lick.

Mother and child were locked together in a glorious duet of oral love, filling the room with muffled moans and moist sounds as they feasted upon one another. Angie and I watched them fuck, the two of us occasionally sharing hot, passionate kisses while we indulged in forbidden delights of our own.

Angie gasped as my fingers brushed her erect clit — and suddenly she was crying out, her body seizing up again and again as waves of pleasure surged through every inch of her slender frame. I kept toying with her pussy, wanting to keep her orgasm going as long as possible.

Finally she relaxed, leaning back onto my shoulder, placing gentle pecks along my jawline. I drew her up to me and claimed her mouth in a fiery soul kiss. Then we sat back together, savoring the lovely sight of Cherie and Mandy, still eagerly pleasuring one another with their mouths and tongues.

Then mother and daughter were coming, gasping into one another’s cunts as their bodies rocked together in mutual pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of pussy.

Breathing hard, Mandy rolled off her mother’s body to slump onto the floor next to her, wincing as her hand struck the wall. Their bodies glistened moistly, and I felt a sudden craving to taste the salty wetness of their skin. For the moment, though, I just hugged my sister close, letting Cherie and Mandy have their moment together as new lovers.

Mandy stretched, cat-like, then crawled into her mother’s waiting arms. Cherie cuddled her daughter to her heaving breasts. “Baby,” she whispered, “that was… beyond words.”

Mandy sighed happily. “I’ve… I’ve wanted that to happen, Momma. And it was even better than I’d dreamed it would be.” She raised herself, gazing at her mother with adoring eyes. “God, I love you,” she breathed. Their mouths briefly met in a gentle kiss.

“I love you too, angel,” Cherie gently replied, reaching up to caress her daughter’s face. She turned to look, misty-eyed, at me and Angie. “I want to thank both of you — for bringing Mandy and me together.”

“Oh, the pleasure was ours,” Angie giggled. “So… how do you guys feel about taking this party somewhere a little more spacious than a changing room?”

We all laughed at that, then Mandy whispered something to her mother.

Cherie nodded, then turned to us again with a smile. “Why don’t you both come back to our house? We’ve got a pool, a hot tub, a nice wine cellar, plenty of food… and there’ll be no one there but the four of us.”

“And Mom has a huge bed!” Mandy chirped. “All of us can sleep on it.”

“You could stay the night, if you wanted to,” Cherie added.

Angie and I glanced at each other with excited eyes, then back at our new friends. “Sure, why not?” I grinned. “Just let us get the register closed out, and we’ll be ready.”

With much amusement, we gathered up our wildly scattered clothes, and Angie dashed back to the other changing room to get Cherie’s things. It took us at least fifteen minutes, what with pausing to fondle one another and share kisses, but we finally got ourselves dressed.

As Angie fastened her dress, she said, “Maybe we should make a quick pit stop at our place on the way.”

“Need to pick up some things?” Cherie asked.

“Well…” Angie replied, a bad-girl smile I knew all too well on her lips, “Tess and I have quite the collection of sex toys.” Her eyes danced as she looked from mother to daughter. “How wild do you two feel like getting tonight?”

Cherie glanced at her daughter, then back at Angie. “Try us.”

“Mandy,” my sister turned to the cute teen, “how would you like to strap on a nice latex cock and fuck your mother with it?”

Mandy’s eyes were instantly alight. “Wow,” she gasped, “that sounds awesome!” She turned to her mother. “Would you let me do that, Momma? Can I… fuck you?”

Cherie laughed, drawing her daughter into her arms. “Oh, honey, I’d love you to.” She lowered her voice to a sexy purr. “In fact, I especially love taking it in the ass… bet you’d love to do that to me, wouldn’t you?”

Mandy grinned delightedly, then grabbed her shoes. “C’mon, guys — let’s go!”

The four of us took turns freshening up in the office bathroom while I put the receipts and cash in the safe. Angie set the alarm, and I locked the store behind us. Our working day now over, my sister and I climbed into our compact and set off for our place, Cherie and Mandy close behind in their Lexus.

And the whole way there Angie and I were giggling foolishly, the two of us wired with anticipation for the night to come.

By JetBoy

I’d just been dropped off by Mitch at the end of our first date. I was fourteen at the time. He kissed me once more, then drove off slowly, waving as he went. I felt happy and deliciously tingly, watching him go.

We’d had a wonderful night. Mitch had kissed me dozens of times, and I had let him fondle my breasts through my top. I would have been willing to go further with him, but he didn’t push things. I liked that he didn’t pressure me, but I was feeling really aroused. I knew that I’d be fingering myself that night for sure, as soon as I slipped into bed.

I never did get the chance, though… not that night.

The living room light was on, so I knew that Mom was still up and waiting for me. She had been an absolute wonder… buying me some cute new clothes, getting my hair done by her stylist and doing everything she could to help me get ready for my first real date. As I climbed the steps to our front door, I reflected on how great it was to have a mother as cool as mine, who I adored more than anything. Ever since my dad had walked out on us, Mom and I had been incredibly close; a lot more like best friends, really. I knew that there was nothing I couldn’t talk to her about.

I unlocked the front door and opened it to see Mom, seated on the couch, still wearing the short dress she’d had on earlier. “Hi, Mom,” I cooed, and crawled into her lap for a big hug. She wrapped both arms around me, holding me close. After my date, the feeling of her soft body against mine was warm and sensual.

“Hey, babe,” she murmured. “How’d it go?”

“Mmmm, wonderful,” I sighed happily.

“So…” she said softly, but with a smile, “did you two… go very far?”

Like I said, Mom and I could talk about anything. She wasn’t hung up about me staying a virgin; in fact, she had given me a packet of condoms before Mitch got there, just in case we went all the way that night. I hadn’t expected her to ask for details, but didn’t mind giving them to her.

“No,” I replied, plunking myself down beside her on the couch. “We kissed a lot… and he kinda felt me up some.”

“Sounds fun, but maybe a bit frustrating,” she chuckled. “I bet I know what you’ve got planned for later!”

I giggled. Mom had taught me how to masturbate when I was twelve, so that was another topic we had no difficulty discussing.

That had been a real bonding experience for the two of us. We’d both taken all our clothes off, and Mom had let me watch her finger her pussy until she came. Then she watched me as I touched my bare slit, giving me encouragement while I made myself come for the first time. It had been a wonderful experience… so much so that I often wished that we could masturbate together again someday. She never made the offer, though, and I was kind of embarrassed to ask.

Mom sat back, giving me a loving smile. “Actually, Wendy…” she purred, “how would you like to try something different tonight, instead of masturbating?” She smiled. “I think you’re old enough for something new… something very exciting.”

I was intrigued, to say the least. “Well… sure. What is it?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Still wearing her mysterious smile, she stood, reaching out for my hand. “Let’s go upstairs, honey.”

I followed Mom up the stairs, watching as the movement of her body pulled the thin cotton of the sundress she wore this way and that. She had always been, to me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Mom had really nice legs, and her butt wasn’t too big, or too small, just perfect. As she climbed the stairs, her bottom seemed to move almost hypnotically before my face. Then I noticed that it didn’t look like she was wearing any panties. For some reason, the idea of Mom being naked under her dress made me feel all tingly.

“Let’s get you into bed now.” Mom was saying, pulling me into… her bedroom?

I’m sure I looked surprised, so she added, “You’re sleeping with me tonight, sweetheart.” Her hands rested gently on my shoulders as she guided me towards her bed. “You’ve had a very important night in a girl’s life.” She took both my hands in hers and gazed lovingly at me, a light in her eyes that made my tummy suddenly feel all warm, like I’d just had a cup of hot chocolate. “You are so… perfect. So pretty, Wendy.”

She sat on the bed while I blushed at her words, nibbling my lower lip slightly as I stood there just in front of her, unsure of what to say or do.

“Was Mitch nice to you?” she was asking me, her hands sliding down my sides, finding the bare skin of my waist and hips, just below my halter and above my skirt.

I nodded. “Yeah. He’s really nice.” I closed my eyes, thinking of how great he was. He was my boyfriend now, and everything. Mom moved her hands back and forth along my sides, caressing me softly. I wondered if we were going to masturbate together, like she and I did that one time. Then I remembered that she had promised me something new.

“Let’s take this off, okay?” Mom whispered, and I felt her undoing the little catch in the back of my skirt and drawing the zipper down slowly.

I was a little embarrassed, suddenly realizing that my panties were damp, and I blushed a bit.

Mom knew, though, and she banished my awkward feelings with a smile. “Shhh… I know, honey… you’re still excited.” Her voice was soft and husky and her fingers pushed down my skirt, sliding it down my thighs to expose my panties. “Oh, goodness… I guess you really are all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” She tilted her head, staring at my barely concealed sex.

“M-mom?” My voice was barely a whisper and I trembled with a sudden excitement I didn’t understand. Maybe that had something to do with that look in my mother’s eyes. My whole body was like a glowing ember in the heat of Mom’s gaze.

“It’s okay, Wendy… Mommy is going to take care of you now.” She was moving her hands up along the back of my thighs, stroking me gently. I felt lightheaded, as if I might fall down any second. I put my hands on Mom’s shoulders, more from reflex than anything else.

Mom found my bottom with her hands, cupping my cheeks through the thin cotton of my panties and fondling them — gosh, it felt good. Really good.

“Ohhhh… Mom,” I moaned, swaying slightly, nearly overcome by her touch.

“You’re so hot, Wendy… so hot all over.” Mom was saying, rubbing me, touching me. “And inside too, aren’t you? Are you all hot inside, baby? In here?” She leaned forward, her hands still on my ass, pressing her lips to my bare tummy, kissing me there.

“Y-yessssss,” I gasped, digging my nails into her shoulders, staring blankly into space, concentrating on the good feelings filling my belly. My body and soul were immersed in some sweet warmth that seemed to lift me, make me seem almost weightless.

Mom’s tongue emerged to tease the skin of my tummy, then she pushed her tongue into my belly button, swirling it around lazily, licking me there until all I could do was tremble in her embrace. What was happening? Was Mom actually… making out with me? Whatever it was, I had never felt so wonderful in my entire life.

“Let’s take these off,” she breathed, sliding her hands up to the small of my back and then down again, slipping into my panties this time. My heart was racing.

She pulled them down slowly, baring my adolescent sex to her eager gaze. My mind was a kaleidoscope of sensations, emotions. We shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, she’s my mother. But somehow that didn’t matter so much right then.

“Oh, Mom,” I whispered as she gently parted my thighs, revealing my fourteen-year-old virgin sex. I could feel Mom leaning closer once more, her breath on me, her hands returning to my now bare bottom to caress the baby-soft skin there, pulling me closer so I had to thrust out toward her with my hips.

“Such a pretty pussy, Wendy,” she murmured. “Would you like me to kiss it for you?”

I could barely believe what she was saying. My body was on fire. I stared down at myself, seeing what my mother was seeing right then. The swell of my sex, puffy and glistening. I was unbelievably wet and my barely downed slit was flushed and pink, inviting my mother’s kiss. And up above, just at the top of my slit was the nubbin of my clitoris, a tiny pearl of pink that seemed the center of my universe at that moment. It was hot and throbbing and aching, and I only knew I needed someone to love me, or I was going to go crazy!

Why shouldn’t that someone be my mother? Right then, I couldn’t think of a single reason why not…

And then Mom put her mouth on my pussy, turning her head slightly so she was kissing my slit like it was a mouth. I felt the soft warmth of her lips, then the incredible sensation of her tongue teasing across my folds. I whimpered, gripping her tightly as she caressed my ass, burrowing her face between my thighs. She sucked and licked and kissed at my throbbing sex, making sweet liquid sounds that only intensified my pleasure.

When her mouth finally found the button, the tiny knot of fire at the top of my cunt, I jerked so violently that my mother could barely hold me to her. I couldn’t help myself — the hours of desire and pent-up need I’d built up that night surfaced with an explosion of ecstasy I’d never known… never imagined possible!

My body was truly awakened for the first time in my young life, demanding that every part of me surrender completely to my mother’s love. I was helpless against it.

I don’t know exactly what happened for several minutes. Everything just became intensely bright, and it felt as if my body was being turned inside out. There were worlds exploding in my head and I thought this must have been what heaven was like. It was glorious, better than any feeling I’d ever known. So intense it was almost painful, and just on the verge of terrifying. I never wanted it to stop.

But when it did, I found myself lying back on the bed, now completely naked, Mom having removed the rest of my clothes. She was next to me, caressing my face. I was tingling all over… still floating, it seemed, on the wondrous tendrils of warmth that still radiated through my body.

And then my mother was kissing me, the way Mitch had, except… better somehow, different. Her mouth was soft and sweet, with a slight tangy flavor that seemed somehow familiar and alien at the same time. I nearly swooned at the sudden realization that I was tasting my own pussy on my mother’s lips.

Mom held me close to her, exploring my mouth with her tongue, and I could do nothing but respond, my own tongue emerging to join in the sweet games. This couldn’t be happening, my own mother kissing me like a lover, me kissing her back just as passionately… but she was, and I was — and I loved it.

I felt her fingers toying with my sex which, amazingly, still ached, hungered for more. She rubbed my clitoris in little circles, up and down, and my body moved to the rhythm of her fingers. She slid her index finger inside me, right up to the barrier of the hymen… and I moaned in disbelief. All the while we kissed over and over again, as if we’d never get enough.

“Let me take this off,” she told me finally, breaking our kiss and standing to pull her dress over her head, shaking her long blonde hair loose. She was naked underneath it, completely… and I gaped at her nudity, feeling my whole body tremble with nervous excitement. God, Mom was as beautiful as a May morning… and I was suddenly burning with a wild desire to touch and love her bare body, just as she had mine.

She knelt next to me. “I love you, Wendy… my angel.”

Her eyes, shining with adoration, transfixed me. “I… I love you too, Mom,” I whispered. “That was so beautiful, what you made me feel.” I wrapped both arms around her, burying my face in her soft tummy.

“My sweet baby,” she breathed, “please, kiss Mommy’s nipples… do that for me, honey.”

I tilted my head up, gazing at Mom’s beautiful breasts, then extended my tongue to lick at a pert nipple.

“Oh, Wendy,” she whimpered. “Oh.”

Wanting more, I took the tip of Mom’s breast into my mouth, feeling like a little girl again, gently sucking the pink tip. She cradled my head in her arms, holding me to her. “Ohhhh, baby, that’s it, yes… oh, my…” She was purring with pleasure as she gazed down at me, an expression of perfect bliss on her face.

Mom’s breasts thrilled me. I could feel her nipples stiffen in my mouth as I sucked them eagerly, letting her guide me from one to the other and back as she wished. Her free hand was in my hair, my head resting in the crook of her arm. With her other hand Mom continued to fondle my pussy, fingering me gently, always so careful not to push inside too far.

“Here, sweetheart, taste yourself,” Mom breathed as she drew her finger from my pussy, then rubbed it around her left nipple, coating the tip of her breast with my juices. “Sugar and spice… mmmm…” She brought my mouth to it, then her fingers returned to my clit, giving me feather-light strokes that made my hips arch in response. I licked her breast clean, the fires of passion reawakening and raging anew as my mother touched me.

She took my chin in her hand and tilted my face upward, then ran her finger, moist with my juices, across my lips. I parted them naturally, letting her slide her finger into my mouth. Then she leaned in to kiss me again, her tongue circling my mouth to taste the wetness she had left there.

Her eyes ensnared mine again. “Do you think I’m pretty, Wendy?” she asked me.

“Yes, Mom.” I breathed. I felt nothing but love for my mother… and now lust, strange as that seemed. This was a side of her I’d never known. It was wild and exciting, and awakened new and very different feelings inside me. I wanted all of her, wanted her as my lover.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered, her eyes glistening, “I’m the luckiest mother in the world, to have a child like you.”

“Mom?” I asked her shyly, “can I… can make you feel good now? ”

“Oh yes, angel,” Mom cooed, lying back and parting her thighs for me, “I’d love that.”

My heart throbbed frantically. This would be the wildest, craziest thing I’d ever done in my life, licking my own mother’s pussy… and I wanted it more than I could remember wanting anything. My mouth watered for her.

Kneeling beside her, I bent down to share a steamy kiss with Mom, then began to lick my way down her body, pausing to flick at each nipple with a playful tongue. I continued on, trailing kisses across her tummy. I nibbled at her belly button, nuzzled her hips, lightly kissed the swell just above her sex. She had a generous thatch of wheat-hued pubic hair that didn’t quite conceal the glistening pinkness of her cunt.

“Oh, Wendy, I love you so much.” She was trembling, I noticed for the first time… every bit as excited as I had been.

I studied her vulva, marveling at its beauty. Nearly concealed in her soft pubes I could see her clitoris, so much more prominent than mine. I gently touched it, eliciting a passionate moan from my mother.

She let me explore her like that for several minutes, getting my first good look at a woman’s pussy, seeing what mine might become over the next few years. Her labia were moist and swollen, darker than the soft pink interior of her cunt. I caressed her with curious fingertips and savored the thick, rich scent, breathing deeply of her arousal.

Mom’s hunger finally became too intense, though, and she tugged desperately at me with a shaking hand. “Oh, baby… Wendy, please…”

I lowered my face between her thighs, first placing a shy kiss on her slit. Then I licked her, softly at first, then harder as she urged me on with her hands and breathless moans. She tasted incredible… and I was soon eating my mother’s cunt with a fervor that surprised me, lips and tongue exploring every inch of her sex.

I took Mom’s clit between my lips, lightly sucking it like she had mine a few minutes earlier. I flicked my tongue across it, and seconds later Mom was arching her ass up from the bed, breath hissing through clenched teeth.

As I continued to pleasure her clitoris, I slid two fingers into her cunt, pushing them in deep the way I’d never dared to do to myself. She was wet and hot inside. I could feel the soft walls of her pussy squeezing around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, and there was so much wetness coming out of her that it was oozing down the crack of her ass.

“Oh… ohhhh, Christ, Wendy… oh, honey! Yes… ohhhh!” She was bucking and rocking wildly on the bed, and it was all I could do to keep licking her. My mouth and chin were dripping with her fluids. It felt like she was going to come at any second… but then she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Turn around… t-turn around, Wendy… like this,” she was panting, almost lifting me up and turning me around, then drawing my hips down to her so that I straddled her face. “I want to eat you too, baby… I want to lick my little girl’s pussy while she does me.”

I was on top of her, my budding breasts pressed against Mom’s tummy. I felt her mouth on my pussy again and I gasped out loud, feeling her hands on my waist, clutching me tightly. For a few heartbeats all I could do was lie there, feeling the woman, my mother, beneath me.

Then I buried my face between Mom’s thighs and eagerly claimed her cunt with my mouth, pressing my tongue inside her like it was a little cock and thrusting it in and out. Then I shifted my attention to her clit, kissing and licking at the inflamed nubbin of flesh where my mother’s pleasure lurked.

Mom was tonguing my virgin slit like a woman possessed, licking and stabbing inside me, worming into the tight wet confines of my vagina. I thought she was going to turn me inside out! My heart was pounding, my legs were trembling — I knew I was coming again, and this time it was better. I was almost expecting my climax when it hit, so at least I managed to keep from passing out this time.

Mom made me come at least six times, I think. Sometimes they were huge, like tidal waves that buried me completely; other times they were smaller, almost gentle, like a caress that touched every inch of my body at once.

Finally she let me catch my breath, then I simply lay back as Mom straddled my face, lowering her cunt to my open mouth. I licked and kissed her pussy the way she had mine, using my fingers on her too. When she came, she shook so hard I thought she might fall off the bed!

Mom and I made love several times that night. At one point, she got me on all fours, then she began eating my pussy from behind, then trailed her way up to my butthole! When she pressed her tongue between my cheeks and started licking my crack, I nearly screamed, it felt so good. I’d never even heard of lovers doing such things, but it got me so hot that I had to pleasure her the same way. Years later, I still love anal play.

The whole time we were having sex that night she would call me her little girl, her sweet little girl. She wanted me to call her Mommy, especially when she was right on the edge of coming. That always seemed to really make it good for her, and I didn’t mind. She was my mommy, I thought… and I was her lover.

Finally we lay together, snuggling affectionately. I was tired, but didn’t feel sleepy. Instead I was hot and sticky and glowing with love for Mom. She wasn’t sleepy either, so we just lay there entwined, with my face pressed against her big, beautiful breasts.

“You’re so adorable, Wendy,” Mom told me. “You’ll have a lot of boyfriends, you know… dozens, maybe hundreds!” We both giggled. “But I hope you know now just how sweet making love with another woman can be.”

She bent over me to gently lick my right nipple, making it stiffen. “And when that woman truly adores you, it’s even better,” she said softly. “Like the way I do, angel…”

And Mom loved me all over again until all I could do was cry tears of joy, like the little girl that I still was.

By JetBoy

My mother Amy is the sweetest person I know — shy and soft-spoken, a lovely woman with a good heart who I adore more than I can put into words. Our relationship is very different from most mothers and daughters, though, and this is about how that came to be.

Mother got pregnant when she was in high school, and the jerk who was responsible took off for parts unknown as soon as he got the news, so I never had a father to speak of. She did a wonderful job of raising me on her own, though, with lots and lots of help from my grandparents. They put her through college, looking after me during her classes. She graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business, and was quickly hired by a local accounting firm. Within six years, she’d worked her way up to a partnership, then bought us a home of our own.

My mother showered me with affection; she always made time for me when I needed it, always gave freely of herself. As a little girl, she would hold me in her arms for hours when I was sad or frightened. I was her baby doll, her Julia.

We lived a fairly typical life as mother and daughter, until one day I discovered the deep feelings that dwelled beneath Mother’s quiet exterior — feelings that would lead us both to a beautiful new intimacy as lovers.

And though our life together has been flavored with the spice of romance, somehow our relationship as parent and child has remained intact. She remains my mother, and I her daughter, even when we make love.

The handful of people in whom I’ve confided about Mother and I always ask me how it happened. Here’s the story.

One summer morning, while she was at the office, I was about to take a walk in a nearby park, and wanted to borrow this nice peach-colored blouse she had. My mother and I fit into the same sized clothes, and even though our styles were very different, sometimes we like to wear each other’s things. Anyhow, I was rummaging through her top dresser drawer, looking for the blouse, when my hand closed on something flat at the bottom. I withdrew the object and examined it closely. It was a paperback book with a plain blue cover that read Lesbian Incest.

Intrigued, the blouse forgotten, I took this book to my room. I spent several hours caught in its spell, reading the stories of women and girls who found love with their mothers, their sisters, their aunts, their daughters.

The interviews got to me in a big way. This wasn’t fiction, but the stories of real people who loved and wanted and acted, often risking everything they had in the pursuit of passion. At the time, I had been questioning my own sexuality, and many of these women were dealing about thoughts and feelings that I was trying to come to terms with myself.

As I read, I began to wonder why my mother owned this book. Then, as I made my way through its pages, another, more unsettling question reared its head: does Mother feel this way about me? Does she fantasize about being my lover?

I was stunned that the thought had even occurred to me — and once there, found it impossible to shake. I was no stranger to lesbian love play, having experimented with other girls at my high school. I’d loved it, and was now wondering if I might be gay… but in my wildest imaginings, I’d never considered the possibility of sex with my own mother!

Once the idea had entered my mind, though, it took root. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about it… about her. I imagined Mother naked and in my arms, her hands caressing my body, kissing my mouth over and over, touching me in intimate places – and then I began to fantasize about loving her in the very same way. It was pretty unsettling, to say the least; especially when I found myself getting extremely turned on.

The more I pictured it, the more inviting the idea seemed. Our relationship was so close and loving as it was, so somehow the notion of taking what we had between us to a new level really made sense.

Somehow I ended up spread out on my bed, masturbating furiously while imagining Mother and I making passionate love. When I came, it was so intense that the very universe seemed to shift on its axis. I’d never had an orgasm like that before.

I lay motionless for a long time after that, feeling my heartbeat slow to its measured rhythm, pondering this newfound desire for my mother. Oh, I knew that such cravings were supposed to be immoral, forbidden… but I didn’t care. The idea of us being lovers just felt right, somehow. All I knew was that I wanted to make my fantasy happen.

How to go about such a thing, though, was a puzzler. What easy way is there to let your own mother know that you want to go to bed with her? I didn’t think I could just take her in my arms and kiss her — but, strangely enough, it almost happened that way.

It was a Friday night, about a week after I discovered my true feelings for Mother. We were spending a typical evening together, and she had cooked a wonderful meal for us both. After dinner we were relaxing on the couch, listening to chamber music. I was feeling so in love with her right then that I had to say something. So I just let my heart take over.

I turned to her and said, “Mother… I love you. You take such good care of me.” Gazing deep into her shining eyes I kissed her gently and whispered, “I want to take care of you, now.” Then I drew her into my arms.

As I held her, she rested her face against my shoulder and sighed, “Sweet Julia.” I felt a few warm tears against my skin.

I raised her face to mine and kissed her again, my lips lingering against hers a little longer this time.

I could feel Mother’s heart pound with excitement as her body nestled into mine. That was when I was certain she did want me, every bit as much as I hungered for her.

I bent to briefly nuzzle my mother’s soft neck, then raised my face to hers, our noses almost touching. Her eyes were shining with love, but I saw desire there as well — a fierce need for the love between us to become something more.

Unable and unwilling to restrain myself for another second, I closed the brief gap between us and our mouths met again. This time, her lips hesitantly parted, and so did mine. I slipped my tongue into my mother’s mouth, and she shivered in my arms.

Soon we were kissing passionately, her tongue joining mine in a sweet, hot duet. My hands found their way beneath her sweater to cup her breasts. Mother moaned into my mouth, her own hands slipping down to fondle my ass. I teased her nipples with my fingers.

My mother’s touch was gossamer and her hands warmed my skin. We fondled and caressed one another, kissing again and again, speaking not a word. None were needed.

Finally I stood and took her hand, leading Mother to my bedroom. But first we kissed some more, leaning against my door and making out like shy but excited schoolgirls.

I undressed her slowly, one article of clothing at a time, unveiling her body. My mother carried a few extra pounds, and there was a slight sag to her breasts, but these imperfections only made her seem lovelier to me. She was a real woman, a vision of fully ripened beauty — and now she was mine.

When she was naked I laid her down, kissing her mouth first, then trailing my way down her body with my lips and tongue. Her neck… her shoulders… her full, creamy breasts, capped by pert pink nipples that I licked lovingly… her tummy, then lower.

I searched out her wet center and found sweet honey dripping there. Gently parting her thighs, I kissed inside the opening flower. She cried out wordlessly, her fingers tangling in my blonde curls. I took my mother in my mouth, exploring her with a probing tongue. She came for me, and it was beautiful.

As Mother caught her breath I rested my cheek on her thigh, gazing in wonder at her glistening sex… the door from which I’d come into the world sixteen years ago. She had a neatly trimmed pubic triangle, hued a golden brown; the flesh of her vulva as elegant as an exotic orchid. I breathed deeply of my mother’s thick scent, still savoring her flavor on my lips.

Then her eyes fluttered open, and she anxiously drew me to her, whispering “Oh, baby… my precious…” her mouth claiming mine in a fevered kiss.

Breaking away, Mother rolled me onto my back, a fire in her eyes that I’d never seen before. I sank into the pillow, offering myself up to this wonderful woman who had given me life.

My mother worshiped my breasts with her caresses. My nipples tingled to her touch. When she loved me with her fingers my clit throbbed for her. My first orgasm astonished me when I came in her mouth. I didn’t expect it so quickly and it hit me hard, like a bolt of electricity. She soothed me then, her lips grazing my vulva in the gentlest of kisses until I found myself once more.

We lay together a long time after that in each other’s arms, gazing into one another’s eyes, sharing soft kisses. Mother smiled at me, resting her hand on my cheek… and I twisted to nuzzle her palm. “Oh Julia, my angel,” she whispered, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” Her eyes were growing moist with joyous tears. “I’ve wanted this — you and me, together — for a long time.”

I nibbled at her ear and murmured “I love you too, Mother… you mean everything to me.”

I made her wet and she made me drip. Her naked body was like warm velvet against mine. She ran her hands down my back as we kissed hungrily, already wanting more. She caressed my ass, putting a finger to my most intimate opening, and I gasped with delight when she penetrated my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. I panted, “That feels so good, Mother… I like having you inside me…”

“I love you, sweetness, and I love being inside you… touching your beautiful, beautiful body…”

As she gently fingered me, I found myself transported to a place of love, of magic. Our mutual arousal quickly rose to fever pitch, and Mother and I shifted positions on the bed so we could be in each other’s mouths.

I licked her thighs, drunk on the perfumed heat of her body, then buried my nose in her bush to taste the wetness that was so sweet on my tongue, the thick, warm wine that flowed between her thighs. She kissed and licked at my shaved pussy, her every touch a poem of love for me. As she drank from my body I heard myself gasping over the ecstatic rush in my head. “Mother… oh, Mother…”

I was lost to time. All I could do was feel — her hands fondling my bottom, her lips brushing my clit, her flower in my mouth, mine in hers. Then she licked her way to my anus, her tongue sliding wetly through the crack of my ass, and I felt such a consuming joy that I thought I might cry. No lover had ever done such a thing for me. The knowledge that she was willing to pleasure me there only made fed the adoration I felt for my wonderful mother.

Wanting to do the same for her, I buried my face between her cheeks and kissed her asshole like it was my mother’s luscious mouth. I cupped her pussy, stroking her clitoris with my thumb — and she responded with a choked cry, plunging two fingers into my cunt.

I don’t know who came first, but I heard us both moaning as ecstasy poured down upon us like torrents of summer rain. We rode our climaxes together, continuing to pleasure each other for as long as our bodies could take it. Finally we cried out in unison as this pure delight rose to one last, impossible peak, then slowly dimmed to a comforting glow.

Mother and I lay entwined, exchanging vows of love, swearing mutual devotion. You see, we both knew that this was the real thing; that we were meant to be lovers for the rest of our lives. We held one another close crying tears of joy, our only regret having taken so long to find this perfect thing that we now shared.

We two have been a couple for three years, and that time has been pure bliss for us both. We are mother and daughter, best friends, roommates and lovers. She is still sweet, shy and soft-spoken, still the parent who helps to make everything right when the cares of the world are too much to take; our nude bodies tangled together in the warmth of the bed we share.

Mother and I love to fantasize about her teaching me the pleasures of incest as a little girl. In fact, we often play sweet pretending games where I am a child of anywhere from six to ten, Mommy taking me to bed to show me a new way of loving.

Those are wonderful times, as is every moment of sexual intimacy she and I enjoy… but the memory of us coming together on that first night is the one I cherish above all.