By Misty Meadow
That evening, after Ashley had gone to bed, Ursula and I made love in her room. The heat of her earlier passion had cooled, but she was still an enthusiastic lover, crying out in ecstasy when I bit on her nipple. She went down on me and gave me a lovely orgasm, then we sat with our backs to the head of the bed, our knees up under our chins.
“Don’t move,” I said, “I’m gonna take a picture.” I found my phone in the pocket of my shorts and told her to spread her legs. I took the shot, then moved in for a close up of her cunt.
She smiled indulgently, then said, “Go get your laptop. I want to see those pictures again.”
When I returned with it, Ursula opened up the file she wanted, then slowly clicked through the photos her daughter had taken of me, murmuring words of appreciation. Then, to my surprise, she opened the other file, the one with the lewd snaps of Ashley. I’d assumed that the last thing on earth she’d want to do was look at those pictures, and half-expected her to explode with rage all over again.
But no, she calmly scrolled through every single picture — taking her time, inspecting each one closely.
“I have to admit it,” she said, “my daughter is damn sexy. I can see now why you fell so hard for her.” She paused, staring at the image of her little girl, captured in an especially lewd pose. “Look at the expression on her face. My God — only twelve, and she’s working it like a bloody porn star.” She shook her head, lost in awe. “Quite the exhibitionist, isn’t she?”
“She is, and then some. Whenever I’d forget to take a picture, she’d remind me.”
“But it seems so… so odd to me that a girl who hasn’t yet had her first period can display herself like that.”
I shrugged. “Maybe I’m to blame. I never did anything to discourage Ashley, just let her do whatever she liked. It was thrilling, seeing her grow up so fast.”
“I can imagine. But if she’s so promiscuous now, what’s she going to be like when she’s a teenager. Will she be some kind of freaky nymphomaniac?”
“She’s gay, remember. She can’t get pregnant and unlikely to catch any nasty diseases. I think that if you try to be straightforward with her, you can help to channel her passions in a constructive way… teach her that it’s better to have a few lovers you really care for, rather than a lot of casual fucks that you don’t give a damn about. Still, I don’t think a hearty appetite for sex is a bad thing. Take yourself, for example.”
She laughed. “Like mother, like daughter, eh?”
“Precisely.”
“But she is remarkably sexy, don’t you agree? Of course you agree, you’re into little girls.”
“Oh, not exclusively. I still like to fuck mature women. Women with nice firm tits,” I said, squeezing her left breast. “Women with nicely shaved cunts.” I ran my hand over her mound, tracing the slit with a fingertip. “Women with warm wet pussies for me to lick.”
By then, Ursula was quivering with desire. I slid down the bed, got between her thighs and pressed my face into her pink palace.
While licking her, I looked up to see that she’d got my phone and was taking pictures of me. I raised my head, smiled for the camera, licked my lips and went back to my favourite meal, namely, “Lunch at the Y.”
*****
A few days later, Ashley told me her mum was acting strangely.
“First, she asked me to take a shower with her. She hasn’t done that since I was, like four or so. When I got undressed, she took pictures of me, saying how beautiful I was and that I should never be ashamed of my body. Then, she wanted to soap me all over, even my bum and my cunt. She didn’t use a washcloth, either, just her hand — and I’m pretty sure that she touched me more than she needed to. ‘We have to get your cunny nice and clean,’ she said. It was more like she was feeling me up! Then, when Mum kissed me goodnight, it was a real kiss, not a little peck on the cheek like she usually does. What’s she up to, d’ya think?”
“Were you embarrassed? Afraid? Freaked out?”
“No,” she replied with a shake of the head. “She’s my mum and I love her. I don’t mind what she does to me. I know if I say ‘no’ she’ll stop.”
“Hmmm. Did you want her to stop?”
She actually blushed. “Well, no… I mean, it did feel nice, and I do love her — so it’s okay, I guess.”
“Do you tell her that you love her?”
“All the time.”
I, too, was wondering what Ursula was up to. I recalled her reaction to the extreme pictures of Ashley, how she’d seemed to almost admire her daughter’s behaviour, where most mums would have been repulsed.
The question was unfurling in my head: Is Ursula coming on to her own daughter? The very notion seemed crazy… then again, the recent goings-on in our household had been anything but normal. What unnerved me was that her behaviour toward Ashley seemed a lot like… well, something that I might do, if I was bent on seduction.
At any rate, Ashley didn’t seem especially upset about her mum, so I kept my suspicions to myself.
Then the very next day, Ashley reported that she went into her mum’s bedroom to find her stretched out on the bed, stark naked.
“Nothing wrong with that,” I said. “I lie around naked sometimes.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” she fired back. “There’s more, lots more. She asked me to come and lie beside her, and when I did, she put her arm round my shoulder and asked me if I liked her breasts. I said they were awesome, ‘cos they are, and then she took my hand and put it on one of them!”
“She didn’t,” I gasped, my heart beginning to throb.
“She so totally did! She asked me to squeeze it and pinch her nipple and she said it felt nice and then, guess what?”
“Tell me.”
“Mum told me that she wanted to remember what it was like back when I was a baby and getting milk from her. She held one of her titties up and… and offered it to me, asked me if I would kiss and suck on it.” Her eyes flashed with excitement. “She was getting turned on, Misty. I could tell. I could smell her cunt!”
“So, did you? Suck on her nipple, I mean.”
“Sure,” she replied with a shrug. “If it makes her feel good, why not?”
“Yeah, why not?” Because she’s your mother, that’s why not, I thought, but couldn’t deny that I found this whole scenario to be strangely exciting. I wasn’t exactly jealous… though by that point, I’d have given up a week’s pay to have my nipple in Ashley’s mouth.
“She told me not to tell you, Misty — but I don’t want us to keep secrets from each other. I still love you.”
“Me, too, sweetheart,” I sighed. “God, how I miss our little adventures.”
Ashley scowled at me. “Little? They were huge! Remember when I fisted you? You were bouncing around like a crazy woman, saying all kinds of dirty things to me. I miss that…”
“Then listen to this. I wanna take your knickers down and kiss your arse all over and finger your pussy and suck on it and kiss your titties and let you kiss mine and finger me and shove your whole hand up my cunt and then pee on my face in the shower and…”
“Stop it,” she cried, laughing. “You sound so — so slutty!”
“Yeah, call me a slut. Remember when I called you a slut, just before we got caught? You liked that.”
“I did,” she pouted, gesturing helplessly. “Now, it’s just… all I get to do now is think about it. That’s not even close to enough.”
“What can I say? l loved being a slut with you, my sweet — but we can’t anymore. I promised your mum.”
“Promises can be broken,” she said, plaintively.
“We’ve been through this, love. If I break my promise to your mum, how would you be able to trust me not to break the promises I make to you?”
“I guess you’re right. But… it’s all so frustrating, damn it!” Ashley’s pretty hands were balled into fists, her face a picture of anguish.
I reached out to take one of her clenched hands, then caressed it between mine until she relaxed. “I know it’s hard, sweetie. I’m having a rough time with this myself. Think of me when you masturbate — that’ll help.”
“I do! I do! I remember all the lovely things we did and pretend we’re doing them again, and I come. Not as fantastic as when I’m with you, but I always come.”
“I love you, Ashley.” I kissed her on the lips — briefly, so as not to get carried away.
“Love you too, Misty,” she whispered.
“Now go get finished with your homework, and I’ll get dinner started,” I told my melancholy little lover, sending her off with a pat on the shoulder.
*****
The situation between Ashley and her mother got weirder still. A few days later, upon arriving home from school, she reported that Ursula had asked her if she wanted a massage. “I told her, ‘Okay, I guess’.”
Her mum told her to undress completely, and was taking pictures of her the whole time. Then when Ashley was naked, Ursula got her to lie on her back.
“On your back? What the hell kind of massage was that?”
Ashley smirked. “Well, what she really wanted was to take more pictures of me with my clothes off.”
Ursula took several, then asked Ashley to lift her legs up to her chest and hold them there, while she took a close-up shot of her daughter’s bum and cunt. Then Ashley had to get up on all fours, so her mum could get a picture of her from the rear — also at extremely close range.
“It was just like you and me,” she continued, “when we played together. Mum kept telling me how beautiful I was. She had me lay down on my back again, and she leaned in really close to look at my cunt. Like she was inspecting it, y’know?”
“Inspecting it for what?” I asked. Jesus sodding Christ, I was actually feeling jealous!
“Hair. She was looking for hair. She ran her thumb over my pussy. ‘Just checking,’ she said. Then she was running the tips of her fingers all up and down my body, kinda like she was tickling me with a feather. I liked that; it felt nice. She did little circles round my nipples and they got hard. The thing was, every time that she reached my cunt, her fingers stayed there for a second or so — like it was maybe an accident, but I knew it wasn’t, ‘cos her fingers stayed longer and longer until she couldn’t pretend anymore.
Mum asked me if it felt nice, and I told her that, yeah, it did. In fact, I told her not to stop. Boy, her face sure lit up when I said that! She was really excited. I mean, I could smell her pussy again, like last time.” Ashley was grinning as she remembered it. “She smells almost as nice as you do! Anyhow, she was standing next to me, completely naked–”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I protested. “Your mother got undressed, too?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you that?” Ashley replied, furrowing her brow. “Mmm, guess not. Yeah, she took off her dress when I was up on my hands and knees. The dress was all she had on, anyhow — nothing under it. So, I was checking out Mum’s tits — they’re really nice, by the way — and I just sort of felt like, y’know, touching them. I figured if I just went ahead and did it, she wouldn’t mind, so I reached up and squeezed ‘em, both her titties. She loved it! Absolutely loved it.”
“I’ll bet.”
“I think me feeling her up like that might’ve scared her a little bit, though… ‘cos all of a sudden Mum said she had to take a shower, and she left.” Ashley giggled. “Never did get that massage.”
“You don’t feel… awkward or anything, having your own mother doing this stuff to you?”
“Not really. It’s just like when she gives me kisses, only now Mum’s being more, um, adult about it. She’s just telling me she loves me.” She sighed. “Guess I should go do my homework.” Ashley bent to pick up her book bag, then hesitated. “Oh, she told me not to say anything to you about us doing stuff like that. I told her I wouldn’t, ‘cos I’d rather lie to her than you.” She gave me a wistful smile, then trudged upstairs.
I was seething inside as I watched her go, my mind a jumble of mixed anger and arousal. Fucking Ursula. That bitch. That fucking bitch! How dare she read me the riot act for making love to her daughter, then come on to Ashley herself? At least what I did with her wasn’t incest — it was pure, innocent love, just expressed in a physical way.
On the other hand, this was knowledge I could make use of. It might even be a gateway to get Ashley back, to make her my lover once more. I now held a powerful card… the only question was, how to play it?
*****
After Ashley went to bed that night, I fucked Ursula doggy fashion with a strap-on she produced from a box hidden in her closet. While I was pounding her cunt, I reached around and fingered her clit until she got off. It was something to see — she was writhing, twitching, bucking, squirming and thrusting herself back on to my latex cock, coming again and again.
After I’d worn her out and we’d rested, I asked Ursula to fuck me with it and she did. In a way, it was good to be dominated like that. I enjoyed a little humiliation now and then, like how she’d sometimes verbally abuse me when I licked her cunt, calling me a dirty little whore and a lot else.
When I’d come for the second time, I decided to get down and dirty with her in a big way. “Wanna fuck me up the bum?” I asked her.
That got her attention, right enough. “Oh, you like anal? I wish you’d told me before! I like it too.”
It hurt going in, though the lube definitely helped. It was good in a different way — not as nice as up my cunt, but good enough to make me come again.
Ursula was very pleased. “It’s just like the old days, before I caught you with Ashley.”
“Speaking of which,” I said. “you both seem to be getting along a lot better these days. I see her looking at you with respect… no, make that adoration, in her eyes. It seems as if our little affair didn’t come between the two of you after all.”
She smiled at me, wagging a finger. “I know what you’re doing, Misty. You’re trying to play down what you did with my daughter, just so you can get her back again. That’s not an option.”
You mean that she’s your private property, I thought.
“You know, Ashley’s just about to hit puberty,” I began, “and she’s already experienced sex and enjoyed it. That means she’ll be feeling one hell of an urge to do it again… and all the lectures in the world about being too young won’t make those urges go away.”
“I know,” Ursula muttered. “That’s how it was for me… only I was fourteen, at least, not twelve. What’s your point?”
“Just this: if you don’t want Ashley to be coming on to other girls — or even older women, like her teachers — then she’ll need someone to express those feelings with. What if… well, what if that someone was you?”
Suddenly, she was guarded, on edge. “What are you suggesting? Is this — based on anything she’s said to you?”
“Only that she loves you,” I lied. “Let me explain. I knew a girl in college who was totally gay, a big-time cunt hound, couldn’t keep her hands off the girls. I ought to know, I was one of them. Anyway, one night when we were in bed together, she told me that just after she got her first period, she got snubbed in a big way by the girl she liked, and no one else seemed to be interested in her, even just to fool around.
“She was already out to her mother and confided in her. Her mum hugged her, then took the girl into her bedroom, undressed her, laid her down and proceeded to kiss and touch her body all over, paying special attention to her cunt. She told me she didn’t mind that it was her mum — who made her come several times, by the way. She liked it so much that she returned the favour — sucking on her mum’s tits, fingering her cunt and eventually going down on her. The last time I saw her she told me they were still getting it on, and that her mum was better than all her other lovers. They’re still at it. for all I know.”
“Holy shit!” Her face was alight with excitement. “A mother and daughter having lesbian sex? Sounds like a porno movie — a really perverted one.”
Good — you’ve hooked her. Now reel her in. “Actually, I was quite touched by her story. She wasn’t some psychologically damaged neurotic, she was a smart, balanced and as far as I know, contented woman who didn’t feel the least bit of shame for what she’d done with her mum. Oh, I can understand why heterosexual incest is a taboo. What girl wants to get knocked up by her dad? But a sexual relationship between mother and daughter… well, that has no downside that I can see.”
Not wanting to give her an chance to pick holes in my argument, I told Ursula that I was feeling drowsy and ought to turn in for the night. I gave her a brief kiss, then gathered up my clothes and made a graceful exit, padding naked through the house.
On the way back to my room, I took a detour into the loo for a much needed pee, not bothering to shut the door. I heard Ashley’s door open, and she floated into the bathroom in her diaphanous nightie. I could see her nipples and cunt clearly through the whisper-thin material.
She started when she saw me sitting on the loo. “Oh… I’m not supposed to see you naked, am I?”
“It’s fine, you don’t have to leave. Your mum’s probably asleep.” I finished peeing, wiped myself and stood to let Ashley sit. She hitched her nightie up round her waist, and I bent down to take a long look at her darling little cunt as her pee streamed out. Unable to resist, I put my finger in the stream, brought it to my mouth and sucked it.
“Wow… you are so bad, Misty,” she said.
I moved closer, my sex now inches from her face. “Look at my cunt,” I said, spreading my lips open with my fingers. “That’s where you belong, lover… inside me.”
She gazed up at me, an expression of longing on her face. “I so want to touch you there, Misty… more than anything! But Mummy says I can’t, not ever again.”
Her sorrow only made me more determined than ever to outwit Ursula. “Listen to me, Ashley. One day, we’ll be together again, and we’ll make love like we used to. I promise you that.”
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