Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another lost prize from my story files, offered here for your dining and dancing pleasure. I contributed considerably to this version, and will explain how and why after the story’s end. May it bring you true erotic satisfaction.

*****

“Ohhh… oh BABY, oh sweetie, yessss… Oh, lick Mommy, eat Mommy’s pussy…” She grabbed my face and ground it hard into her thick pubes. My heart swelled with love for this magnificent woman, twenty years my senior. Her pussy was hot and juicy, coating my face as I fucked her with an erect tongue, brushing her clit with my fingers. She answered with staccato gasps timed to each stroke.

I cupped my hands under her ass and pressed my face into her opening. She urged me on, panting out words of love for me, her adoring daughter. I flicked her clitoris with my tongue, her body shuddering with each flick. I was possessed. The act of going down on my own mother made me positively feral.

She finally let herself go — and her orgasm came crashing down without mercy. She yelped and gasped and kept urging me on. “Oh God. Oh GOD! Ohhhh yes! Oh my sweet angel, Mommy’s c-coming…” I ate her without pause until she finally stopped me with a squeeze of my shoulder.

As I raised my face from her cunt I saw my mother caressing her breasts, a dreamy look on her face. I crawled into her arms and kissed her mouth hungrily, my tongue darting between her lips. She returned my kiss with a passion that had my head spinning.

Then suddenly, she rolled me over onto my back, the length of her naked body pressed to mine. I squealed in delight as she ground her hips against me, and I began to thrust back against her. Her mouth claimed mine, and I simply submitted, letting Mom take me.

“Mmmm… I love the taste of my pussy on your face…” she cooed sweetly as our lips slid together, and she paused to lick around my gasping mouth. I sighed, every millimeter of me on fire. She moved down to my breast and sucked the throbbing tip into her mouth, her tongue raking my nipple and sending electric shocks through me, right down to my toes. Mom’s hand had found my pussy, and her fingers were teasing my clit.

She slid downward, tonguing my belly, then spread my legs forcibly, opening my sex to her hungry gaze. I could feel the warmth of her breath stirring my pubes as she moved closer, savoring the scent of my excitement. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, “you smell simply divine… I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Please, Momma,” I whimpered. “Please… lick my pussy.”

She pressed a loving kiss into my wetness, making me cry out loud… and when her tongue emerged to slide from my anus to the tip of my clit in one slow lick; well, I almost fainted on the spot. I was consumed, simply possessed by the idea of my own mother going down on me. Her golden-wheat hair brushed my inner thighs, and I entwined my fingers in it, sighing, “oh, Mom…”

She licked me harder, the tip of her tongue worming its way into my cunt. Soon she was fucking me with her mouth, and I heard a wailing sound fill the room that took me a few seconds to recognize as my own voice.

Then she was sucking my clit, two fingers replacing her tongue in my vagina… and I simply exploded, right then, my entire body seizing up as the mother of all orgasms hit like a ton of bricks. Waves of convulsive pleasure buffeted me, each more powerful than the one before. Finally, my climax began to recede; and she brought me down gently, nuzzling my pussy with soft kisses. With a long sigh, I relaxed into the tangled sheets.

After I’d caught my breath again, I rose with effort into a sitting position, and she drew me into her arms and held me lovingly. I smiled contentedly, at peace with the world.

“You’re an incredible lover, sweetheart,” she murmured.

“That was… amazing,” I breathed. It was, too — as if a quart of plasma had just been fucked out of me.

My goddess rose from the bed, then padded naked into the bathroom to clean up. “Have you always gone by the name Rebecca?” she asked over the running faucet.

I said “Yes,” suddenly feeling slightly deflated.

*****

I’d better explain. In a move that was totally out of character for me, I’d answered an ad in a local sex weekly from a woman — an awesome, vivacious 40-year-old bundle of sex, as it turned out — offering to help other women realize their wildest lesbian fantasies. As soon as that ad came into my line of vision, I knew I had to contact her and live out the forbidden desire I had been living with ever since I figured out I was gay.

With trembling fingers, I typed out an email to this woman, letting her know what I wanted from her — to make love to me while pretending to be my mother.

Ever since my first awkward but wonderful night of sex with my friend Jill at sixteen, I’d been in love with Mom. Actually, I’d been in love with her much longer than that… it just took my introduction to lesbian sex to help me see the obvious.

I’d always craved physical closeness with my mother, even as a little girl. Mom used to joke about how much I loved her kisses and hugs, and I crept into her bed to sleep next to her warm, sweet-smelling body as often as I could get away with it.

Once I was aware of my sexual attraction to Mom, I was paralyzed with guilt. Ultimately, time helped me adjust to my desires, and I more or less resigned myself to the cold, hard fact that the love of my life would never know my true feelings, settling instead for my mother taking on the starring role in more than a few of my hottest masturbation fantasies.

So when I stumbled on Toni’s advertisement in the local gay weekly, I immediately saw it as a chance to act out my fantasy without fear — something I’d never had the nerve to try with one of my lovers.

We’d met at Starbucks and had then driven back to the apartment in my car, just so I could be treated to the most amazing roleplay ever. Toni’s face and hair were not at all like Mom’s, but her luscious, full-figured body was very similar to hers. And she quizzed me as we drove about how Mom spoke, the kind of things she might say, the inflection of her voice. Toni had worked as an actress, and took her role seriously.

She’d stepped into the Mom part as we got back to my place. I wasn’t ready to pretend that my mother and I were making love for the first time, so she played it like we were already lovers, and she was coming over for an afternoon of hot incestuous fucking. As soon as the door of my apartment closed behind us, Toni was kissing me, whispering “Oh, Rebecca… I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

So we made love, my “mother,” and me… and it had been wonderful. Now the game was over, Toni washing herself at the sink, with me feeling a bit wistful as she asked about my name. I guess that I hadn’t been quite ready to let go of the fantasy just yet.

Then she asked, “Is your last name Banks?”

My brow furrowed. She must have seen something with my name on it somewhere in the apartment. “That’s right.”

She said “Hmmm,” in that way people do when they think something is interesting.

I went into the bathroom with her as she washed her face. “Why do you ask?”

She turned to me with a gentle smile and said, “Honey, you might be shocked to hear this, but… I know your mother.”

I’m sure that my eyes were wide as saucers. I just stared at Toni, unable to think of a single coherent word.

My make-believe mom explained that she’d known my real mother Ellen for more than twenty-five years… pretty much ever since we moved to the area. I wondered aloud why I’d never met her before, and she told me that we had, but it was when I was a little girl. Turns out that she’d babysat for me a few times when Mom had doctor’s appointments or other errands. I didn’t remember, though, even with that to prompt me. When I was seven, we moved into a bigger house a few miles away… and she and my mom had fallen out of touch.

I didn’t really know what to make of any of this — was it sexy or disturbing that I’d just had wild lesbian sex with my old babysitter?

I didn’t have time to dwell on that, though, because the next thing Toni said was, “So, Rebecca… have you ever tried to make love to your mother? I mean, for real?”

I know I probably turned beet red, and I was thinking that, no more that ten minutes ago, I’d been in the throes of an orgasm the likes of which I’d never even thought possible… and now the lover who’d made it happen was going to ruin it by getting all real life on me.

She could see I was upset, and knelt beside me, reaching out to stroke my face. In spite of myself, I looked longingly at her now bra-clad breasts.

“Rebecca, baby, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she assured me. “Let’s just say that the ad you responded to wasn’t the first I’d placed. I’ve done this before.” She rose, and continued dressing. “You’d be amazed at how many women have the kind of fantasies you do.”

I took a moment to digest that as she continued. “I’ve helped out several young women who wanted to make love to their mothers, just like you. I’ve been with an older woman whose fantasy was to fuck her daughter. And I’ve even had a couple of clients who wanted to have sex with their sisters.” She fastened her skirt around her waist — one I asked her to wear, because it was like one my mother would have worn. Now dressed, she sat down next to me, placing a hand on my thigh. “The wildest fantasy I ever participated in was for a young woman who wanted me to be her mother. She had me smack her around, then put on a strap-on cock and rape her.”

“Jesus,” I breathed, “that sounds kinda… sick.”

“Maybe so,” she replied, rising and reaching for her coat. “But I’ve seldom seen a woman come like she did.” She smiled, fastening the buttons. “I love doing this,” she murmured, checking her hair in the bathroom mirror. “I’m 40 years old. Everything you’ve heard about how hard it is for older women to get lucky is true.” She flashed a wicked smile. “But tell women half your age you’re willing to play Mommy for them…” She paused, nibbling her lip thoughtfully, then said, “I suspect that lesbian incest is much more common among women than most people believe.”

“Do you actually know a mother and daughter who’ve made love?” I ask her quietly.

Toni stared at me for a moment. “Yes… I do,” she finally murmured.

Oh, God. The very thought of it set off a ripple of desire that snaked through me. “Um… who is it?” I asked.

She smiled. “I have a daughter of my own, you know,” she said, a mysterious gleam in her eyes. “She’s older than you by about five years. I don’t think you ever met her.” I shook my head. Of course, I didn’t remember meeting Toni either…

“Ever do anything with her?” I asked, bluntly.

She looked me in the eye, considered my question. “As a matter of fact,” she said softly, “Paige was married for a few months, and after it ended she decided she liked women. It was a little more involved than that, of course. To this day I don’t know if her marriage ended because she decided she was gay… or if she decided she was gay because her marriage didn’t work out. The problem was that my Paige was very shy, and couldn’t bring herself to come on to another woman. She was having a terrible time. We had a long talk about it, and finally, I offered to… help her explore her new feelings in a safe way.”

I’m sure that my mouth was hanging open, but she plowed ahead. “It started out sort of… clinical. This is how you should caress a woman. This is how you should kiss. This is what you should and shouldn’t do to her breasts. After a few hours, though, we realized we weren’t having a how-to talk anymore — we were really making love.” She winked at me.

I was tingling from head to toe. Having sex with Toni was unbelievably hot, because I was imagining the whole time she was my mother. I had never quite gotten around to imagining that she was having sex with her daughter. Now I was shifting around on the bed, my body on fire all over again.

“Do you still…” I’m not sure I could have finished the thought using the English language, so I was grateful she replied right away.

“Yes… we are still lovers,” she explained. “In fact, sometimes she works with me… doing what I do for other women.”

“Really?” I gasped.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied. “But not just for anyone. Paige only joins me for my special clients.”

My throat was dry, my heart racing. “Am… I a s-special client?” I managed to get out.

Toni padded over to me, bent down and kissed my mouth, her tongue darting between my lips for an instant. “You are special, babe,” she whispered, “and I’ll be in touch.”

Well, if possible I was leaving a sizzling hot lovemaking session with this gorgeous creature even hornier than when I started, but it was time for both of us to get back to work. At the door we kissed tenderly; then, cupping my face in her hands, Toni eyed me reassuringly.

“I would never do anything that would damage a family,” she insisted. “But your dad’s not around anymore and… I think there’s a lot more to your mother than you know.” She paused, measuring her words carefully, then softly said, “Ellen is a wonderful woman… and she’s incredibly lucky to have a daughter like you.” She gave me a quick kiss, and was gone.

*****

Toni had given me a lot to think about. For a week I masturbated myself morning, night and sometimes noon… thinking about her thrashing beneath me and urging me to, “make Mommy come.” Or remembering her eating me out. Or imagining Toni fucking her daughter Paige.

I found myself wondering what Paige looked like. I pictured… me, I guess, only a bit older. I imagined her gasping in ecstasy, clutching the sheets, consumed by thoughts of how wrong it was to have her mother lapping at her cunt, but growling with newfound, forbidden lust, in love with the incest she was enjoying. Then I imagined myself in her place, only with my own mother going down on me… and then I’d be fingering my pussy yet again.

I saw my mother once during that week, the following Wednesday… and fortunately at a time when I was preoccupied with thoughts other than my roleplay mom. When she told me excitedly that she had a date on Friday with some old flame she hadn’t seen in years, I told her that was great and made her promise to have a good time. When I asked her who the lucky guy was, she got all coy… telling me she didn’t want to “jinx” the evening by talking about it ahead of time. Then I hugged her briefly (taking a moment to savor the sweet scent of her skin) and left, trembling inside.

I had done it: I had faced my mom without giving away my desire for her. Despite Toni’s suggestion as she left my apartment, I was nowhere near having the courage to tell Mom how I felt. The very idea terrified me. What if she freaked out? She might never be able to feel comfortable around me ever again! There was no way I could take a chance on that.

It was Saturday night when I heard from Toni again, wondering if I could come right over to see her. I immediately agreed, desperate to make love to her again. I quickly fixed myself up, hopped in the car, and parked outside her apartment building around 8:30.

Before I could ring Toni’s apartment to have her open the door for me I heard her voice on the intercom, whispering, “come on up!” And she buzzed me in, and I made my way to her fourth floor apartment. How sweet — she’d been looking out the window, waiting for me.

The door was slightly ajar as I approached, and before I could knock she slipped out and whispered “Hi,” giving me a quick but very intense kiss, reaching down to fondle my ass. I must have looked pretty confused, because she grinned, then softly said, “Come on in. But be very quiet…”

“Do you have a roommate?” I whispered, trying to work out to myself what we needed to be so quiet about. She gestured for me to take my shoes off… I did, and we padded together down the hall. Now I could hear moaning. A woman’s voice. No, two women. What the hell was happening here?

Turning her head to me, she raised her eyebrow conspiratorially and glanced through the open bedroom door, then gestured for me to come and look. I craned my head around the entrance, and…

Two women were in the dimly lit room, naked on the bed, fondling each other’s pussies, kissing hungrily and moaning in between kisses. The older one, with her back to me, drew the younger one’s hand up from her slit to her mouth and sucked her fingers with a guttural moan. The younger woman’s eyes narrowed and she cooed happily — then she saw us, and I swear, she smiled.

I was shocked, but didn’t move. The younger woman began caressing the older woman’s back and shoulders and the older woman kissed and nibbled at the young woman’s neck. This was weird, but an incredible turn-on. I felt safe; if the younger woman knew we were here watching, I figured we weren’t invading anybody’s privacy.

The younger woman maneuvered the older one on top of her, their mouths locked together, and they began to grind their mounds together, just like they were fucking. The younger woman kneaded the older woman’s ass and she, eyes shut and mouth agape, threw her head back and cried out softly… and THAT was when I recognized my mom.

If Toni hadn’t gripped me just then, I might have gasped out loud.

The younger woman wriggled beneath my mother and guided her toward the headboard of the bed, sliding her face toward my mom’s pussy, which was lush and untrimmed. I watched in disbelief as the girl extended her tongue to take that first long lick at Mom’s cunt, then pressed her face between my mother’s thighs. I could hear soft, liquid sounds as the young woman began to pleasure Mom for real. Mom gripped the headboard, thrusting her hips into the younger woman’s face, her breasts jiggling.

“OH–” my mom cried. “Oh… Rebecca, baby…”

My heart was in my throat. I felt hot and cold at the same time. I briefly thought that maybe I should foreclose any other possibilities and ask Toni whether the younger woman, who by now I realized must be her daughter Paige, was named Rebecca too, but from the wry smile on Toni’s face, I knew that she wasn’t.

My mom was roleplaying, living a fantasy of sex with her daughter. Me.

My body seethed with hunger. My nipples throbbed, my cunt was a river.

Mom rode Paige’s face to a torrential orgasm, gasping my name, calling Paige — me? –her “baby doll.” I was trembling from head to toe, torn between wanting to flee and a desire to run over to the shaking bed, grab my mother and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

Toni laid a hand on my shoulder and tried to draw me away from the lovemaking. I looked at her desperately, but I relented and padded with her down the hall in a daze, all the while looking back and hearing my mother cry my name in the throes of her orgasm.

Toni took both my shoulders and looked me square in the face. “Don’t be angry because I’m springing this on you all of a sudden,” she said quietly.

I blinked. Did she think I was upset about something?

She continued. “When I realized who you were the other day and what you wanted from your mom… well, I wanted to help you make your fantasy come true.” She squeezed my hand. “You see, your mother and I were more than just friends, back when you were a little girl… we were also lovers.”

I could only stare, my head in a whirl as Toni continued. “Your mother had never been with a woman until she met me. We were both married, but I knew I was bisexual… and Ellen and I ended up becoming intimate. We had an affair that lasted about five years. Then I got divorced and moved to Chicago.” She shrugged. “I realized that I was really a lesbian, and I wanted to leave my life behind and start over. So… I asked her to leave your father, and come live with me.”

“W-what did she say?” I whispered.

Toni smiled sadly. “She wouldn’t do it,” she murmured. “She still cared for him… and even if she’d wanted a divorce, your father would never have let you go with her.” She sighed. “Jim was a good man, and I guess he didn’t deserve to get screwed like that by Ellen and me anyhow. I just wanted her for myself.” She shook her head thoughtfully. “We kept in touch, anyhow… for a few years. Then when Paige and I moved back a year ago, I called your mother, and we went out for coffee a time or two.”

“Did you two…” I began.

She shook her head. “No… Jim was still alive, and I was involved pretty intensely with my daughter at that time. We decided to just be friends. Then your dad had his car accident.” She sighed. “I don’t know if you know this, but Ellen has only been with other women since he died.”

I gasped. I’d not had an inkling of any of this! “Was one of them you?” I asked.

“Not quite,” Toni answered. “I wasn’t really looking for a romantic relationship outside my, um, fantasy work, and what I had with Paige.” She smiled. “No… what changed everything was you, honey.”

“Me?” I asked, puzzled.

Toni nodded. “Maybe it was, well, meddlesome of me… but I really liked you a lot, Rebecca. And what your mom and I once had was very special.” She smiled. “I wanted to see if it was possible, somehow, to make your fantasy about Ellen come true.”

She paused, listening for a bit to the sounds of lesbian sex, still drifting from down the hall. “So I called your mother a few nights ago and asked her out to dinner… with the possibility of, well, ‘anything goes’ for afterward.” She paused. “That was last night.”

My hand flew to my mouth. So that was the hot date Mom had been so thrilled about!

“We had a wonderful time at dinner, Ellen and I,” continued Toni, “and yes, before you ask, we did go to bed together.” She smiled. “Your mother is still an incredibly hot fuck.”

I needed answers. “So what about… them?” I shot back, pointing down the hall to where my mother and Toni’s daughter were still getting each other off.

“I’m getting to that,” the older woman replied. “You see, after she and I made love, I told your mother everything about my daughter… and I asked her if she would like to have us both together.” Toni paused, then grinned wickedly. “Ellen loved the idea.”

“Wow,” I breathed. God, Mom was every bit as big a lesbian slut as I was…

“So the three of us met for dinner tonight,” Toni went on, “and your mother got acquainted with my Paige.” She glanced down the hallway toward the bedroom, where the action was still going strong. “My daughter told Ellen all about how she and I had become lovers, and how much she enjoyed sex with me. So… we were about to leave the restaurant for here, when Paige told your mother about something she had always wanted to try… a fantasy she wanted to play at with a sexy older woman.” She paused, a wicked glint in her eyes. “My daughter and I worked all this out before we met your mother last night.”

“So… what was it?” I demanded, my entire body on edge. “W-what was the… fantasy?”

Toni smiled, like the cat that had got the cream. “Paige told your mother that she had wanted for a long time to make love to an older woman, and pretend to be the woman’s own daughter… then she asked your mom if she was willing to indulge her little game.” She arched an eyebrow. “She wanted Ellen to pretend, too… and call her by your name while they fucked.”

“What did Mom say?” I whispered in disbelief.

“Let me put it this way, Rebecca,” Toni murmured, drawing me close to her, “I’ve never seen a lover get so turned on so quickly.” She nodded smugly. “Your mom was totally into the idea. So I gave them some privacy… so they could make love, one-on-one, just a  mother and her daughter — and I called you.”

I shivered, suddenly more aroused than I could ever remember being. I heard panting and a gentle creaking of bed springs from the other room that suggested there had been a break in the action.

Toni heard it too, and said, “When I found out last week how you felt about her, Rebecca… I had to try to arrange for you both to be together. I hope you don’t think I was being too manipulative. I just want to make you and Ellen happy.”

She seemed concerned that I was going to flip out… but I smiled reassuringly and kissed her. I didn’t allow the kiss to linger, though. I had somewhere else to be.

Lacking an etiquette book for something like this, Toni chose to improvise; going into the guest bedroom alone to talk to Paige and my mother.

There was conversation I couldn’t make out, awkward silences I knew were filled by my mom, blushing furiously, trying to come to grips with what Toni and Paige were telling her. After a few minutes, Toni called me in. My heart nearly pounding its way out of my chest, I entered the bedroom.

My mother did look a little frightened, her arms folded over her breasts, her pussy concealed by a bed sheet. But oh, God in heaven, she was lovely. I drank the sight of her in, my naked, beautiful mother, the woman I loved better than any other. Her eyes widened as she saw the look of wanton lust on my face.

Paige had longer, darker hair, a rounder face… but with the lights off, I bet my mother could easily have imagined it was me. I shivered at the thought.

It was Toni who began to undress me, slowly removing one article of clothing at a time, unveiling my body for Mom to see. I was completely relaxed, letting her remove everything till I was standing naked in front of my mother. The whole room smelled of cunt; my mother’s cunt. My heart continued to pound.

Then my mother rose, showing herself to me naked for the first time, her pubic hair thick and lush… her succulent breasts, nipples stiff with anticipation, and a look of wonder and love mixed with the tiniest bit of fear. I thought I knew what she felt at that moment — as if this were a beautiful dream that could evaporate into thin air.

She stood before me, breathing deeply. I reached up and stroked her cheek, then brought my face in to hers… and we kissed, my mother and I, gently at first, our lust just starting to smolder. Our kiss quickly became hot and passionate, and I melted into her arms.

I don’t remember positioning myself on my back on the bed. But as my thoughts dissolved as my mother, naked, sweaty, smelling of sex and primal desire, hovered over me. I pulled her down, her bare body fitting perfectly into mine, and our mouths met again.

We were kissing like lovers, frantically grinding our bodies together, and I felt a… completeness I never had before. As if I’d finally found the other half of myself.

My hands touched her everywhere they could reach, finally clutching the cheeks of her ass, and she ground into me, rubbing her thigh against my cunt. I did the same for Mom, feeling her wetness against my leg as I churned my hips against hers.

“Rebecca,” she whispered, almost blissfully.

“Mom,” I replied, breathless. “Oooohhh, MOM….”

I heard Toni undress as I stared dreamily at my mother, who whispered her love and lust for me, her babydoll, and I moaned words of adoration to my mommy, to Mom… I was drunk with pleasure, high on fucking, and intoxicated by the sweet, sweet joy of incest.

Paige sat on the bed next to us, her feet on the floor, and I saw Toni lower her head between her daughter’s thighs… and though I couldn’t see it, I knew she was lapping at her own daughter’s pussy. Paige’s head flew back and she cried out, clutching Toni’s face to her sex.

Then my mother was sliding down me, moving toward my dripping cunt, She knelt before me, and I closed my eyes, my whole body as taut as an archer’s bow as I awaited the touch of her lips… the fantasy I had carried with me for years, finally coming true.

When I felt my mother’s mouth cover my sex, I cried out so loudly that Paige, still holding her own mom’s face between her legs, glanced over at me… then she gave me a sweet smile just before her eyes rolled back in her head and my mother’s tongue was sliding up and down my throbbing cunt. Then suddenly her lips were sucking at my clitoris, and a scream exploded from me and I came and came and came but I never came down.

Except I did, of course… panting, bathed in sweat, and my mother crawled back up toward me and I pulled her body on top of mine and we kissed again, her mouth wet and sticky from my cunt. I licked all around her lips, savoring my own juices, my lust for Mom still snarling and uncoiling inside me.

I wanted to ravage her, devour her, take her for my own. I told her so, and she only smiled.

“Do it,” she breathed. “Take me… make me your bitch.”

Toni was on her back now, and she and Paige were tangled in their own mother-daughter embrace. Crowded as it was, I managed to roll us both over, pinning my mother onto her back beneath me.

“Rebecca,” she whimpered. “Oh, darling Rebecca…” I pressed my face into her breasts, breathing deeply of the scent of Mom’s naked body just before I took a fat nipple between my lips to suckle. She moaned, cradling my face to her, as if she were nursing me. I was no longer her baby, though… I was her lover.

I could have pleasured my mother’s breasts forever… but I couldn’t, actually, because Mom’s pussy was hot and juicy and I needed to be down there, between her thighs.

Paige and I seemed to move almost as mirror images down our mothers’ bodies, and they both shuddered and writhed in unison. I saw my desire reflected perfectly in Paige’s face, and I broke briefly from my mother to kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I tasted like my pussy and she tasted like hers, then we parted and our mouths found their way to our mother’s cunts.

I went down on Mom with everything I had… feasting on her, fucking her with my tongue, drinking of her womanly essence. As I ate her, I looked up and I saw my mother kissing Toni hungrily.

Then my mother’s hands were on the back of my head urging me deeper, deeper… and she started to come for me, crying out my name as I pleasured her. I ground my mouth into her cunt and lavished love on her and she orgasmed a second time, her body bucking so hard she nearly threw me from the bed. I could hear Toni pant, rocking the bed with her own pleasure.

I was spent, briefly, and crawled into my mother’s arms. As she and I cuddled, we watched Toni, her own climax close, urging her daughter on while Paige skillfully, lovingly ate her mother out. It was quite a sight. Mom and I kissed, then lay in each other’s arms and watched as Toni came in her daughter’s face.

My mother and Toni decided to love one another for a while, and I watched in rapt attention as they kissed and cooed and touched each other skillfully, knowingly. The two participants in my incest fantasies coming together — it was a beautiful dream come to life.

Finally I turned my attention to Paige, who’d been waiting patiently for me, and we embraced, falling to the bed together. She and I made love, right next to our mothers while they fucked, and it was wonderful — like sharing my sex, my body, my soul with a sister I’d never had. Afterward, she said she loved me, and I told her that I loved her, too.

So much of the rest of the night is a blur to me now. I recall that Toni had a strap on and Paige took her with it. My mom and I watched and fondled one another and kissed, and I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her like that — and she came! Just from me saying that!

Then I did fuck her… putting on Toni’s strap-on, laying my mother down and sliding my cock deep into her, fucking her with long, slow strokes, our lips and breasts crushing together while I made her mine. While I fucked Mom, Toni parted my buttocks and began licking my asshole… God, what a kinky experience that was!

Then it was Toni’s turn to put on the cock. She chose to fuck her daughter in the ass while Paige ate out my mother, and I just sat down in a nearby chair and watched them, lightly fingering my cunt to keep my lust burning steadily.

At one point my mother and I were in a languid 69, licking each other’s dripping cunts, with Toni and her daughter entwined and kissing beside us… than later I was urgently eating Toni out while my mother pumped two fingers in and out of my ass. And when Toni came I whirled around to violently kiss my mother, our mouths crushing together as Paige and Toni joined in our incestuous lesbian embrace.

Then the four of us made love in a hot, sweaty tangle; touching, fondling, licking, biting, kissing, loving. I suckled on a stiffening nipple, not knowing whose it was, while someone’s mouth nuzzled my cunt and my fingers stroked a moist anus. It was the most incredible group fuck imaginable… I lost track of how many times I came.

Hours later, it was time to leave Toni and Paige and we thanked them with passionate kisses and words of love. I cried in Toni’s arms, blessing her every way imaginable for bringing my mother and I together.

I drove Mom home, and she very sweetly invited me to spend the night in her bed. So we made love once more, everything slow and gentle this time, then fell asleep, our bodies entwined.

Mom and I have been lovers ever since… and Toni and Paige ended up leaving their apartment and moving in with us. We share our bodies in every imaginable combination, the four of us living in a dizzy, delightful whirl of lesbian sex and incest.

Ladies, if you can even imagine yourself making love to your mother, my advice is to go for it. Life with my mother has brought me more happiness than I imagined possible, and Paige and Toni are blissfully content as well.

It’s like they say — no one loves you like Mom does!

The End

Coda from JetBoy: The original version of this story was great, but I had one serious cavil — when Rebecca is confronted by the sight of her mother in the arms of Toni’s daughter, no explanation was given of how Toni set up the whole scenario in the first place. This omission bothered me so much that I ended up writing that part myself, along with some of Ellen and Toni’s history as lovers. If I did it correctly, you won’t have noticed any difference between that scene and the rest of the story. Thanks for reading.

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another tantalizing treat from my “lost stories” file. This one was, I suspect, meant to be the first of a series, but no second chapter ever appeared. Nonetheless, it works beautifully as a stand-alone tale. As always, I did some fiddling around with the text back in the day — but as I recall, it didn’t need much.

*****

Emily sat glumly in an overstuffed chair, feeling perfectly foolish. The youngest of the three Blake sisters, she was supposed to be enjoying the first days of her eligibility for courtship with the suitors who had been gathering at the Blake family home, much like the ones who had appeared in previous years to seek out the attentions of her very beautiful elder siblings.

Since her seventeenth birthday two months earlier, the friends of her parents had routinely brought their sons by in order to present them to the Blake’s youngest, most radiant daughter. These young men came bearing gifts, offering compliments to her and gestures of respect to Emily’s parents, Samuel and Catherine.

Emily knew that such moments had been the basis of her upbringing thus far. The manners, the dress, the lessons, the lectures, all strategies used by her father to make her into a wife desirable to the society beaus who had now finally arrived to meet her and woo her. Her sisters, Rachel and Charlotte, had both endured this rite of passage.

However, Emily’s father was beginning to become impatient with his youngest who, nearing seventeen years of age, was running out of worthy suitors and had yet to settle upon a husband.

It all seemed so… wrong to Emily, somehow. The pressure from her father and her dislike of the husbands her sisters had chosen made the young woman incredibly nervous when her time came to sit in the parlour and meet potential husbands. Suddenly she was questioning herself, her every move, as well as the motives and actions of the gentlemen who sat and conversed beside her. Even the rationale of her father became suspect in Emily’s mind. And finally, she didn’t like any of these men. Not in that way.

Her sisters had been interested in young men ever since they became women, but poor Emily had always preferred the company of her female friends, her sisters, even her mother. It was all so damnably unfair. Why must she marry, anyway?

Emily’s nerves forced her to concentrate, just to keep the tea cup from rattling in her hands. The most she could ever manage was a quick and infrequent glance at the gentleman in her company. Many times she could not even remember what she’d spoken of with these men. They never touched her and she never touched them, that much she remembered. She tried to remember to smile, to listen to what they had to say, to come up with witty conversation, but all of that seemed to disappear in a haze of unhappiness and fear. All she could think of was how easy it had seemed for her sisters.

On this particular day, William Broughton had come to pay Emily a visit. It was his first meeting with Emily in such a setting, although the pair had met on occasions throughout their youths in town, at church, and in other public settings. At these times, they had both been accompanied by their parents.

William was nineteen, reasonably handsome, educated, the son of a landowner whose territories included the farm touching the south border of the Blake’s property. He spoke to Emily of the many travels he had already embarked upon as a business representative for his father: France, Wales, Denmark, even once to New York in America. She could only smile and utter mindless things like, “Oh” and “Quite.”

While her father took the elder Broughton on a tour of the mansion’s many rooms, Emily’s mother Catherine remained in the parlour, speaking with William’s mother. She spent much of the visit watching Emily nervously struggle in her seat.

Emily, afraid to even peek at her suitor, stared back at her mother, whose beauty and inner calm gave Emily her only peace during the hours of these visits.

Catherine always seemed to have a knowing, empathetic look in her eyes at those moments… from which Emily sensed that Mother knew how awkward these meetings felt to her. Something in her eyes gave Emily comfort that she was not disappointing her mother, that things would work out for the best. There seemed to be some kind of secret that Catherine knew and Emily was supposed to discover — something that would end this discomfort and misery she felt.

Around the middle of the afternoon, young Broughton had visibly worn himself down trying to make some sort of impression on the Blake girl. All of the parents realized this, and polite gestures were made to insinuate that the visit was over. With a kiss on Emily’s white gloved hand, William took his leave and his parents left behind him, the entire family stepping into their coach. Emily did not come to the door with her parents to watch the carriage depart.

Samuel Blake re-entered the parlour. Embarrassed, Emily could only glance up at her father, then look ashamedly down at the floor. He stood before her, his body very still, the knuckles of his trembling fists whiter than her gloves and his breathing like that of a stallion after a sprint across the estate grounds. He did nothing, only stand there for thirty seconds, then stomp off into the vastness of his house.

As his footsteps grew fainter down the corridor, Emily felt as though something had broken inside of her. Suddenly everything was reeling — her lungs refused to open, knees shivered, her fingertips went numb. Then the entire room seemed to tremble and vibrate. For a moment she saw her mother rush into view just before everything went black.

*****

Emily emerged from her sleep. Peace had replaced her anxiety, and the trembling numbness had diminished to a calming warmth. She opened her eyes to realize, through the faint flicker of a candle at her bedside, that she was in her bedroom. It was now night, and a window was open in the room to let in the soothing breeze of the spring evening.

Emily lay flat on her back, atop the blankets draping her bed. The slight whisper of refreshing wind along the length of her body told her, without looking, that she was naked. This surprised Emily as she never slept in the nude, always wearing her nightgown to bed since she was a very small girl. Aside from when she was bathing, she always wore at least some form of clothing at every point in the day or night. But the night breeze felt good against her bare skin.

After a few seconds, her nudity made her uncomfortable… so Emily sat up in bed, intending to rise and retrieve her nightgown. Upon sitting up, Emily immediately recognized the silhouette of her mother sitting in the old chair against the adjacent wall, next to the vanity mirror. It was from that chair that Catherine Blake had spent so many of her evenings reading to her three daughters. Tonight she had no books and no light to read by. She sat silently, looking straight ahead at her surprised daughter, who covered her nakedness as best she could with the cover on her bed.

Mrs. Blake sat upright in the chair, the blue glow of moonlight tracing the womanly curves of her frame. Catherine’s hair was long, straight, a deep rich brown, pulled back into a bun behind her head.

Her face exuded a silent warmth all her own, yet glowed with a youthful pride. Only among company did she wear make-up, extravagant clothing, or elaborate hairstyles. Emily had always adored her.

As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she could see a calm but knowing smile on her mother’s face, the same sort of look Catherine always gave Emily during the young girl’s meetings with her suitors.

Still, at this moment, entirely nude in front of her mother but for the blanket she clutched to her body, Emily did feel some kind of embarrassment. She felt more aware of her nakedness than any time since her childhood.

Unlike her older siblings, Emily had not developed the full, fleshy breasts that Rachel and Charlotte inherited from their mother. Nor did she have the overall shapeliness of the other three, their perfectly round hips and firm thighs, their round, curving bottoms. Instead, Emily had always been a lithe, slender girl. The onset of puberty not many years ago had done nothing to give her the womanly body so characteristic of the Blake women. Only her long, plain brown hair bore any resemblance to the physical presence of Catherine.

Seldom had Emily Blake felt so vulnerable as right then. Her mother’s eyes seemed to penetrate through her skin, beneath the bones, into the young girl’s heart. Emily felt as though her mother had discovered a scandalous secret about her, a indiscretion in the past which Emily could not specifically recall but seemed to have always been unconsciously in the back of her mind.

Struggling for words to break the awkward silence, Emily looked toward the open window and muttered ashamedly, “I’ve angered Father again.”

Her mother remained silent.

“It’s not that I am trying to offend him or even those gentlemen, Mother. It’s just… I feel not myself around them, I know not why. That I have so much to live up to in father’s eyes that I am destined to fail.”

“You are,” were the first words from Catherine’s lips.

Emily was taken aback by this. She gazed open-mouthed into her mother’s eyes and still could not get a clear estimation of her meaning. Emily said nothing until Catherine, recognizing her daughter’s uncertainty, spoke once more.

“Your father, like his father before him and his father before him, expects certain things from a young woman such as yourself. You are of the age when he judges that marriage to a worthy suitor should be your primary concern. He expects you, like your sisters, to join in these archaic traditions and become a woman who is acceptable to society. His society.”

“I know, Mother,” Emily murmured. “It is important to become a good wife, a woman a man can be proud to have on his arm. Wives, like Father says, are the base of our society.” Emily recited these words as she had heard them a dozen times from Samuel Blake’s lips.

This is what she felt her parents wanted. Thus Emily was surprised to see an unfamiliar look of disapproval on her mother’s face.

“Samuel’s society is not our society,” Catherine said. She rose from her chair and took one step toward the foot of Emily’s bed, the bottom of the ruffled blue dress brushing softly on the floor.

Puzzled, Emily felt that her mother was testing her with a kind of riddle, for which she could be expected to have no answer.

Her mother’s answer was to turn around, facing the chair, with her back to her daughter. “Emily, could you please help me out of my dress?”

Emily had never done such a thing for her mother before… yet she did not hesitate to crawl up onto her knees, scoot to the edge of the bed, and begin to undo the thin blue strings that tied together the back of her mother’s dress, all the while trying to keep her own nudity covered.

Emily moved her hands to her mother’s shoulders, sliding the dress down the older woman’s arms and torso. With the dress bunched up above her hips, Catherine took it upon herself to remove the rest of the garment. She rolled it down her hips, revealing her shapely buttocks, then let the material fall to her ankles.

Emily wondered why her mother was not wearing the usual undergarments that any woman was expected to wear beneath her clothing; she had never known her mother to do such a thing. From head to feet, Catherine was now bare, with the exception of her shoes, still strapped to her feet.

When she bent over to remove her shoes, Emily observed her mother’s naked body with curious eyes. She wondered why Catherine was undressing, but somewhere in the back of her mind there was the thought, maybe even the desire, that her mother would reveal more about what she meant by “our society.”

Catherine turned around to face her daughter, stepping out of the blue dress which lay vacant on the floor. Now completely nude herself, Catherine’s reached out to pull away the blanket that Emily held over her bare body. This done, she reached out again to draw her unsuspecting 17-year-old daughter into a warm embrace.

Emily was entirely enveloped by her mother’s arms, as if wrapped in a blanket of love. She felt her mother’s breath sweep naturally over her shoulders, like the ocean tide caressing an undiscovered beach. She noticed the amazing heat of her mother’s bosom pressed against her own, flesh against flesh. As Catherine’s hands swept gently up and down Emily’s bare back, the young girl felt an unfamiliar, fluid heat surge through her limbs, her belly, her face and, even stranger, between her legs. Her own arms slowly wrapped themselves around her mother’s naked body, returning her affections. What were these strange feelings coursing through her?

As they embraced, Catherine began to kiss her daughter’s shoulders and run her fingers through Emily’s soft hair. This had never happened before, and Emily froze for a brief moment, not knowing how to respond. But after a few seconds, the girl relaxed amid her mother’s caresses.

While she closed her eyes to savour her mother’s love, Emily heard her whisper, “I can teach you all about who you really are, child. I can show you all the love in the world, and teach you to be a proud woman.”

Emily, drowning in an unfamiliar ecstasy, could only nod her head and breathe a wordless reply of yearning. She wanted… what did she want?

“I can teach you all these things,” continued Catherine. “But,” and she pulled away from Emily now, looking her straight in the eye, a look of seriousness on her face, “you must be mine. You must do as I say and obey my wishes. You must listen to my words and let them guide you, as they did when you were a little girl.” She stroked her daughter’s cheek. “If you will do these things for me, Emily, I will show you love such as you have never imagined.”

It seemed to Emily that she had somehow been longing to hear these words for years. She smiled back at her mother, then brought her hand to her lips and kissed it. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered.

Catherine placed her hands upon Emily’s cheeks and drew her daughter’s face to hers. Their lips touched in a soft kiss, then lingered. Emily suddenly pulled away out of reflex, as if her mouth had touched fire.

And yet those lips returned to the flame of her mother’s love and the two women fell into a long, heartfelt kiss. To Emily, sharing her first romantic kiss with the woman who had raised her, nurtured her, and guided her for so many years, the woman she adored, felt more than appropriate… it felt like destiny.

Emily’s lips parted, and she felt her mother’s tongue pass between them. She did not expect it, but it felt more wonderful than she had ever imagined a kiss could be. Her hips suddenly pressed against her mother’s as a warm wave of passion overwhelmed the young girl.

Emily had never known such excitement. She felt an expanding heat in the pit of her stomach that slowly traveled downward into her vagina, a tingling surge of an arousal she had never before experienced. Without a thought, she returned her mother’s loving kisses with her own tongue… and the pair fell into a heated embrace.

Removing her hands from Emily’s hair, while still kissing her deeply and lovingly, Catherine took hold of her daughter’s wrists and guided the girl’s hands to her own full breasts. Both women moaned into their passionate kiss, their first uttered sounds.

Emily was delighted at the feel of her mother’s breasts, now cupped in her hands. She ran her fingers around them, exploring their natural curves and fullness, her eyes widening as she felt Catherine’s nipples stiffen to her touch.

When Catherine broke off their kissing and lowered her face to Emily’s breasts, the young girl gasped in surprise… then, as she felt her mother take her left nipple into her mouth, she could only whimper “Oh… oh, Mother.”

Catherine teased the pert tip of her daughter’s breast with an eager tongue, licking around the hardening nipple — then took it between her lips to suck.

Emily’s head lolled back, her mouth open as wonderful feelings she had never known possible surged through her body. This was love as she had dreamed it might be… not the hardness she associated with men, not that… but a love that was soft, nurturing. And Emily could think of none better to teach her of this way of loving than her mother. She cradled Catherine’s head to her chest as her mother pleasured her nipples, switching from one to the other.

Finally, Catherine raised her face to Emily’s, her eyes burning with passion… and the young woman threw her arms around her mother, seeking her mouth in a hungry kiss, plunging her tongue between the older woman’s lips.

They kissed for a long, wondrous while… and then Catherine gently broke away from Emily, once again gazing deeply and invitingly into her daughter’s eyes, her breasts heaving with passion. Emily’s blue eyes held a silent question… and then the young girl smiled, knowing she had the permission she desired.

Without a word, still kneeling on the bed, Emily leaned down and pressed her lips against her mother’s right breast. She felt her mother, still standing at the foot of the bed, tremble, a drawn out, heavy breath escaping her mouth.

It was if she had always known how to do this. Fondling Catherine’s naked body everywhere her hands could reach, Emily’s mouth journeyed over to the left breast, this time brushing soft young lips against her mother’s nipple. It became a deep kiss, accompanied by a flick of the tongue. Catherine sighed with pleasure while Emily savoured her first intimacy with a woman.

The taste, the warmth, the texture of her mother’s nipples in her hungry mouth… these were wonders that intoxicated Emily. She pressed her face into Catherine’s breasts, licking them, loving the softness of the woman’s body. Emily became aware of every nerve and sense being stimulated into a new awareness; a hot craving deep inside her that left the young girl lightheaded. Then she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder.

“Lie down, Emily,” she heard Catherine say.

Emily reluctantly drew away, sliding backward to recline back on the bed, her legs extended out while her arms stretched luxuriously across the mattress. “Oh, Mother,” she sighed happily, “I love you.”

With a knowing smile, Catherine climbed onto the bed, holding herself above her daughter for a moment to study the young girl’s beautiful naked form, and then slowly lowering herself down upon Emily’s body, between her daughter’s thighs. Catherine’s hips began to grind in rhythmic circles against the pelvis of her daughter, who felt the sticky moisture from between Catherine’s legs against her own mound. Mother and daughter kissed for several minutes and held each other close, sighing and breathing heavily in the thrall of their mutual lust.

Then Catherine raised herself slightly and began to nuzzle her way down Emily’s body. She pressed gentle kisses into the softness of her daughter’s neck, and the young girl purred with pleasure. Catherine continued downward, her tongue trailing a wet path to Emily’s girlish breasts and between them. She paused to lavish attention on her daughter’s nipples, licking and lightly biting at each one.

“Oh… oh, Mother,” Emily moaned.

Catherine was now showering kisses on the girl’s warm tummy, pressing her face into the softness of her daughter. She playfully flicked her tongue into Emily’s belly button, making her child gasp in surprise. Then she continued downward, her lips brushing along her daughter’s skin.

And now Emily stared in awe as her mother lay between her thin thighs, her face inches from the young girl’s lightly downed sex, her eyes dancing with excitement. The desire was written on Catherine’s face clearly, for the young girl to see… and the very thought of her beloved mother needing her so very much had Emily on the verge of swooning.

The 36-year-old woman licked her lips as she leaned in close to place a moist kiss upon her daughter’s cunt…

…and Emily whimpered at the unbearably sweet sensation of a warm, loving mouth between her legs. It was impossible, yet so very wonderful… her own mother was kissing her down there. She trembled helplessly at the very thought of it… then she cried out loud, clutching a handful of the bed sheets as Mother’s tongue slid deep into her vagina.

Emily’s legs began to shake, her heartbeat thudding through every inch of her body. This could not be happening, yet it was. Sensations the likes of which she had never known raced through her… and that sweet tingling she had felt between her thighs mere moments ago was fast becoming a fire, a raging inferno.

Her mother was licking her there, a hot tongue sliding up and down her slit, then probing inside. Emily could feel the wetness oozing down into the crack of her arse, felt Catherine’s warm hands on her thighs. Eyes wide, she raised herself onto her shaking elbows, gazing in wonderment at the sight of her own mother, loving her as if the young girl were her wife.

It was then that Catherine’s fiery tongue trailed its way up to the top of Emily’s slit, licking the young girl in a place that had her seeing stars, throwing her head back as a helpless cry escaped her throat… and before she knew it, her mother’s mouth was pressed to that special place, sucking at it gently.

And the world exploded in an incandescent flash of white light. Emily shook and shuddered, out of control as bolts of pleasure sizzled through every inch of her body. A keening sound filled the room… and in this heat of ecstasy, somehow Emily realized that the sound was coming from her own throat.

Eventually, the waves of pure sensation slackened, grew more gentle… her mother continued to kiss and lick between her legs, but more languidly. It was as if Emily was being slowly lowered to the ground from some enormous height. Finally she lay still, heart throbbing, every inch of her body tingling from the aftermath of… what was it? The words didn’t exist in Emily’s world for the gift her mother had just given her. She felt Catherine’s face, resting on her thigh, placing gentle kisses there.

“Mother,” Emily whispered, her heart so full it felt as if she might cry.

Catherine slowly slid up the bed to lie next to her daughter. With a loving smile, she drew the girl into her arms. “Precious child,” she breathed, cradling her daughter close. Emily relaxed into her mother’s warm embrace… then suddenly, Catherine kissed the girl hotly, her tongue plunging into Emily’s mouth.

The kiss tasted different, Emily thought… then her head swam as she realized that her mother was sharing the wetness that coated her lips… the womanly essence that still moistened Emily’s slit. The flavour of it was strange, but wonderful.

Emily responded with a passion that surprised her, wrapping her arms around her mother’s body and hugging her fiercely as she returned Catherine’s kiss, her tongue flashing to life. She licked her mother’s lips, purring as she tasted her own sex.

Catherine gently broke their embrace, then rolled onto her back. Gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes, she spoke. “Now, Emily… I want you to show me what you have just learned.” And she slowly parted her thighs.

The seventeen-year-old girl raised herself up from the bed, kneeling beside her mother, her body already eager for more loving. This time, though, she would be the giver of pleasure…

“Kiss me,” Catherine breathed, and Emily leaned down toward her mother’s inviting mouth, her lips parting eagerly.

She kissed the older woman gently, but with passion, her lips brushing Catherine’s mouth, her tongue shyly exploring. Her mother fell into Emily’s rhythm, and the pace of their lovemaking became soft and slow, while still crackling with intensity. The young girl’s hands began to fondle and caress her mother’s breasts, and she cooed with delight to feel Catherine’s nipples responding to her touch.

It was as if she was born for this, created to make love to women. Emily nibbled lightly at her mother’s lower lip, teasing with the tip of her tongue. She placed a kiss on Catherine’s chin, then trailed her way down her soft neck. Her head swam with excitement, her desire growing stronger by the minute. She hungered for her mother’s soft skin, burned to touch her, to taste her… in all of her seventeen years, Emily had never known herself capable of such passion.

She pressed her face into her mother’s breasts, loving their warmth, their softness. Her tongue emerged to flick lightly at a nipple, and Catherine hummed her approval.

Emily licked, sucked and kissed the full breasts of her mother, light-headed at the scent and sweetness of Catherine’s skin. The older woman was trembling with need as her daughter travelled downward, her girlish mouth leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. Emily paused to nuzzle her mother’s belly… then she was suddenly transfixed by the sharp, musky aroma of Catherine’s sex. Her heart raced with excitement, knowing that she was the one who filled her mother with such desire. The womanly scent was intoxicating… and Emily realized just how much she wanted, needed to taste the wetness between her mother’s thighs.

She wriggled down yet further, until she lay with Catherine’s knees to either side of her, staring enthralled at the glistening cleft of the woman’s vagina, framed by a generous tuft of curly pubes. It was like a mouth, she decided… an enticing, desirable mouth.

Emily licked her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned in close to take her first lick. She sampled it, relishing the strange but wonderful taste of another woman.

A soft cry burst from Catherine’s mouth as her daughter’s tongue brushed her labia. She had opened her cunt with her fingers to offer Emily everything she had, and the first touch of the girl’s mouth sent a jolt through her legs that shook the mattress.

Emily licked her lips, savouring her mother’s essence. Then she closed her eyes, lowering her face between Catherine’s thighs once more. Slowly her tongue returned to the pink flesh, touching gently at first, as if testing the waters… then Emily pressed her face into the wet pussy before her and licked fervently at her mother’s heat, her tongue lashing at Catherine’s soft, glistening opening. Soon the once unfamiliar taste had become a pleasure, and the girl could feel renewed sensations of sexual hunger pulsing within her own vagina.

But Emily’s own pleasure had to wait — at that moment, her mother came first. She licked and sucked lustily at the beautiful cleft, so open and available for her to explore. Catherine’s cunt was a river, and Emily was thrilled to have her mother’s warm love juices coating her lips, dripping from her chin. A modest and innocent girl in all things, Emily had never even masturbated before… yet somehow, she instinctively knew what to do to bring pleasure to a woman. Her heart throbbed with love for the woman who had given her life, even as she worshiped at the aperture from which she had been born. It seemed so right, somehow.

The pleasures of sexuality and the body had always been off limits to young girls of her upbringing, and she knew little of the erogenous zones of women. But through the gasps and heaving movements of her mother, Emily found a tiny, swelled button of flesh not far above Catherine’s tasty opening.

The first time she let her tongue stray there, Emily felt her mother’s hips shiver rapidly. Briefly returning to lick at Catherine’s sticky labia, Emily decided to try once more at the pink nub above. Again her mother quaked, this time gasping for breath with an audible sigh. Emily stayed there, then, circling Catherine’s swollen clitoris with her tongue in a swirling rhythm that had her mother gasping, shifting her hips, and trembling like a leaf.

Most erotic for Emily was the sound of her mother’s voice panting, rapidly taking in and releasing her breath in the thralls of ecstasy. She felt as if she and her mother had become one being, as the motion of Emily’s lips and tongue, the pulsating of Catherine’s pelvis, and her mother’s frantic exhalations all seemed to move along the same heartbeat-like rhythm toward a magnificent crescendo. Emily held her mother’s hips, her face rolling with them as the two nude women rocked and shook atop the bed sheets.

Suddenly Emily felt Catherine’s body seize up as her pleasure reached an unbearable peak, and the young girl was quick to recognize the same unnamed ecstatic apex she herself had just experienced at the hands of her mother. The older woman’s hips rose from the bed as Catherine’s back bowed, and Emily rose with it, continuing to press her tongue against her mother’s clitoris.

As Catherine cried out loud, shuddering through a long, ecstatic orgasm, her pelvis vibrated with unconscious tremors against her daughter’s face. Emily continued to lick her mother in the same pattern, until a beast-like squeal suddenly escaped from somewhere deep inside of Catherine and burst from her open mouth, a sound Emily had never heard before, but instinctively understood.

Catherine’s hips fell abruptly back onto the bedsheets, her body pulsing with little tremors of pleasure. Still Emily licked lovingly at her mother’s beautiful vagina. Catherine, her body still shivering with the effects of her orgasm, stopped her daughter with a hand on her shoulder.

Emily raised her face to gaze at the flushed, yet still beautiful face of her mother. Catherine ran her trembling fingers through Emily’s hair and, after a pause, drew her daughter into her arms, claiming her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Catherine rolled so that she was now on top of her daughter. They writhed and twisted and hugged and entwined for a long, lovely while in each other’s arms. The feel of her mother’s naked body against hers body made Emily tremble with a newly awakened excitement, her legs hooking around her mother’s thighs as if she would draw the woman inside her skin.

Suddenly Catherine lifted her head up to look down at her daughter. Emily’s eyes were half-closed, inebriated with a narcotic sexuality. Her forehead glistened with sweat and her hair spilled across the entirety of her pillow. Her mouth opened and closed with slow, drawn out, wordless breaths that Catherine understood all too well. So it was left to her to speak.

“Do you understand, now, what your true nature really is?” the mother asked, running her left hand gently along the top of Emily’s hair.

“I am your daughter,” replied Emily, “completely and utterly, forever.” She paused and then, looking into her mother’s eyes with a confidence she had not been able to muster since childhood, said, “I love you.”

Emily had said such words to her mother countless time before. Yet this time there was a fuller meaning, a deeper understanding that made them more valuable, like a seed grown into the fully bloomed rose.

Catherine smiled contentedly back. “I love you, too,” she said, and let both her hands slide down the sides of her daughter’s slim, milk-white torso. She could feel the gentle inward curve at the waist and, further down, the gradual expansion of the young girl’s pelvis. She held onto Emily’s hips and, looking into her daughter’s peace-filled eyes, shifted her body to one side and gently turned the girl over, onto her stomach.

Emily allowed her mother to move her body as she pleased, happy to submit to the desires of her parent. At the suggestion of her mother’s hands, the young woman lifted her hips into the air so that her knees were tucked up under her belly… her buttocks raised and spread slightly apart before her mother’s gaze. Emily wrested her elbows and forearms on the pillow beneath her. She had no idea what her mother intended to teach her next, but knew that she never before felt so much trust and love for another person in her young life.

Catherine knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of Emily’s feet. Reaching forward, she ran both hands down the plane of her daughter’s back. The girl’s skin was as smooth as it was pale, unblemished by hardship and glowing with moonlit innocence. Catherine’s hands rounded slowly over the curve of her daughter’s bottom and paused there, then sliding inward to trace the soft, untouched skin between her buttocks.

Emily felt two fingers begin at the base of her spine and slide slowly, sensually down… over the cleft of her anus, then down further to her moist pussy lips. The young woman whimpered as the fingers began to caress; gently at first, then with a steady, purposeful pressure.

As her mother’s fingers parted her outer labia, Emily let her head slump down into the pillow. She had never dared to touch herself in such a way before… and the thrill of sexual awakening echoed through every inch of her skin.

Without a thought, she pushed back with her hips, opened herself wider to her mother’s fondling. Her head buried in the pillow, Emily could not see her mother, but she could feel the moment that Catherine’s finger began to press its way inside her vagina.

A virgin, Emily had never experienced penetration, but she had studied dance and gymnastics from her governess and, as a result, no longer had her maidenhead. Catherine’s fingers, finding no barrier, probed deeper. Emily, long fearful of her first sex with a man, was surprised to feel only increasing pleasure as her vagina was opened by the first intrusion of her mother’s finger.

Having inserted the middle digit of her right hand, Catherine began rotating it in half-circle twists inside the teenager’s vagina, causing her daughter’s body to shudder and arch with each circling of the hand. Emily was quiet, barely breathing, her eyes wide… but Catherine knew this was only a signal of the pleasure the girl was feeling at that moment.

As she slipped a second finger into Emily, Catherine began a pumping in-and-out motion, gradually increasing her speed as she fucked her daughter. With her left hand, Catherine massaged her own pussy, still sticky from the moisture of her daughter’s kisses and her own arousal.

Emily could not believe the dizzying sensations that rushed through her. So much of her body was alive with pleasure that she could feel every erotic detail of the movements and sensations along the interior of her vagina, her mother’s steady strokes continued to in and out of the girl’s petite body.

Catherine wondered if Emily even noticed that she was involuntarily rocking herself back and forth, fucking her mother’s fingers. She thrilled to the signs of impending orgasm in her daughter, watching with satisfaction as she saw the first tremors along Emily’s spine, heard the girl’s instinctive gasps for breath.

Emily’s hips rotated now in a rapid circle, pushing against Catherine’s fingers until they probed her vagina to the hilt. Suddenly the young woman’s legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

And then Emily was climaxing once more, this time with even more intensity than her first. As waves of pure pleasure consumed her, battering her body, she knew only that time had somehow ceased to exist, leaving only these white-hot sensations that she wished might continue forever. She bit into the pillow like an animal, as if natural pleasure had brought out some primal truth, some awakening of a beast inside of herself.

Listening to the pillow-muffled cries of her daughter, Catherine continued to stimulate the inner walls of Emily’s pussy with two fingers as the girl’s orgasm subsided. Her other hand rested between her own legs, massaging her own wet pussy. As Emily’s body relaxed into a peaceful afterglow, Catherine leaned forward, removing her hand from her own pussy… and gently laid her fingers, sticky with her essence, on Emily’s lips.

Emily willingly opened her mouth and eagerly accepted her mother’s fingers, running her tongue up and down them to sample once more the rich flavour of Catherine’s pussy.

Emily rolled over and looked up at the older woman longingly, then reached for Catherine’s hand, drawing her mother into a passionate embrace on top of her body. She wrapped her legs around her mother’s hips, resting her feet against the flesh of her mother’s buttocks.

Catherine gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes, licking her lips. Emily could feel her mother’s hardened nipples brushing her stomach, reawakening her sexual passions. The pair engaged in a long kiss, sighing with each flicker of the tongue and moist sliding of the lips.

In between kisses, Emily moaned, “I love you, Mother… and I want to stay like this forever.” She paused to plunge her tongue into Catherine’s mouth, licking her way around her mother’s lips, then gazed up at the older woman with renewed longing.  “I am yours,” she continued. “You have taught me both true pleasure — and my place in life.”

Catherine kissed Emily again and then, gently pulling away, said, “Tell me more, angel… tell me that you are mine.” The woman’s eyes positively smoldered with hunger; with lust.

“Mother,” whispered Emily, her eyes shining with love, “I am yours completely. Now, nothing can break us apart. My love for you is absolute, and I will never serve another in the way that I serve you. I will do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

“You still have much to learn, Emily,” Catherine replied. “Things which you cannot yet begin to fathom. Do you truly mean that I can ask anything of you?”

Emily’s only response was to hug her mother even tighter, pressing their nude bodies together. “I want to learn more, Mother. I will do whatever you wish, anything to please you, to worship you. Anything.”

At this Catherine rose once more, supporting herself with her arms and letting the ends of her long, brown hair fall fluttering over Emily’s shoulders, gazing very thoughtfully at her daughter. Finally she told the young girl to kneel on the bed. Emily obeyed and watched as her mother positioned herself on all fours, facing away, her arse facing the young woman.

Catherine moved her hands to her bottom and spread her buttocks open, revealing the pink pucker of her anus to her daughter’s view. Emily immediately blushed, looking away. But then, overcome with a mixture of curiosity and desire, the young woman looked again. Between the lovely globes of her mother’s arse, the mysterious cleft looked soft to Emily, almost inviting.

Suddenly Emily became aware, without being told, of what it was her mother desired.

She moved closer, her knees now between Catherine’s feet. Slowly and hesitantly, Emily brought her hand up to her mother’s bottom and pressed her fingers between the shapely buttocks. It was not wet, like the vagina, but still had an appealing warmth. Emily brought her head close and pressed her face between her mother’s cheeks, taking her first lick.

She did not know what to expect and tasted very little… it was how the toast-warm crevice gave under the pressure of her tongue, coupled with the thrill of performing such a perverse act to pleasure her mother, that soon had Emily’s pussy wet again. She licked again and again, with longer strokes each time. Soon she was rolling her tongue in circles around the rim of her mother’s arsehole, noticing that it contracted with each of her mother’s gasps of pleasure.

Catherine pulled her buttocks even further apart, allowing her daughter’s hot mouth to slip even deeper in between… and Emily happily obliged, pressing slightly with her fingers to allow her tongue a brief entry into the pink interior of Catherine’s arse. Her mother moaned, tempting Emily to continue. She pried her mother’s cheeks open even wider, hearing Catherine gasp at the stretching sensation. Emily then pressed her tongue deeper inside, tickling the walls of the rectum with the tip of her tongue. She felt a sudden joy at learning this thrilling new way to serve her mother.

A hand now between her thighs, Catherine was masturbating as her daughter ate her arsehole. Within minutes she had had her first orgasm… and a second buffeted her a mere thirty seconds later. When a third orgasm was completed a few minutes later, Catherine rose onto her knees. She was surprised and pleased to see that Emily did not stop licking, but rather continued to tongue her anus, lost in the thrill of lesbian lovemaking. Finally, she had to turn around to signal Emily to stop.

The daughter remained on all fours, looking up at her mother with a new smile… not one of innocent love, but one of experienced knowledge, someone a step closer to realizing her true worth and desires.

Catherine reached down and drew Emily into her arms. Mother and daughter knelt face to face, their naked bodies pressed closely together. Catherine gave her daughter a loving kiss, tasting her own arsehole on Emily’s lips. “You’re a good girl… and a wonderful lover,” Catherine murmured. “But your lessons are not yet over. It is late, and I must return to my bed chamber before the servants discover me missing and disturb your father.”

Her expression grew serious as she said in a tone of caution, “You must never tell anyone of the pleasures we two share — tonight, or any other. Their society does not accept who we are, and does not allow us to live as we do. In time, my love, you will become a full woman, more of a woman than your sisters could ever be.”

Emily looked confused, not understanding why she must hide the reasons for her happiness from those who care for her. “This is important,” Catherine continued. “Our love depends on this.”

Still confused, but feeling sure of her devotion, Emily replied that she would obey without condition. They shared one last heated kiss before Catherine tucked her daughter into bed.

Emily Blake rose the next morning a deliriously happy woman, passionate and hungry to learn the pleasures of life from the guidance and tutelage of her loving mother — and eager as well to lie naked with her again, exploring the delights of the flesh.

The End

by Your Ghost

{ This story was originally posted at The Kristen Archives in 2006 }

 Twelve year old Melissa Hunt studied the TV schedule while her mom flipped through the channels. There didn’t appear to be anything on, though. Lizzie McGuire, Melissa’s favorite show, had just ended, and now there was just dumb cop shows and doctor shows and reality shows. There were movies, too, on cable, but none of them sounded interesting.

She was just about ready to throw the schedule down and go into her room to play on the computer when her mother Gwen said, “Let’s watch this.”

Melissa looked up and saw a strange and unexpected image on the TV screen: a girl in a bunny costume, singing in a nightclub.”What is it?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“It’s called Better Than Chocolate,” Gwen replied, holding the remote out in front of her like a divining rod. “It’s a love story.”

“Okay.”

Melissa loved love stories. But as she snuggled up to her mom and watched the movie, she realized that this wasn’t like any love story she’d ever seen. For one thing, there weren’t any cute guys in it except for the one girl’s brother, and for another thing, it was the two main girls who were in love. They’re lesbians, Melissa realized.

They kept kissing and hugging each other over and over again, and flirting with each other… they even took a shower together, and painted each other’s bodies while they were naked. Puzzled, Melissa furrowed her brow. Why would her mother want to watch something like this? Or let her watch it, for that matter?

Not that Melissa thought it was bad or anything. In fact, it was kinda cool. The girls were really pretty, and they sure seemed to be in love. She thought it unfair that people would hate them just because they were both girls.

By the time the movie was over and love had triumphed, Melissa had decided that there wasn’t anything at all wrong with girls who wanted to be together that way.”How about some ice cream?” Gwen asked, stretching her arms.

“Sure!” Melissa replied with a big grin. She loved ice cream, even more than love stories.

“Come on, then.”

Melissa followed her mom into the kitchen. She fetched the bowls, the spoons and the ice cream scoop while Mom got the ice cream from the fridge. Chocolate, her favorite.

They sat across from each other at the table and Mom started scooping big globs of double fudge into the bowls.

“So, tell me, hon,” Gwen said as she worked, “what did you think of the movie?”

“Well,” Melissa replied, “the title of the movie was wrong.”

“Wrong? Why?”

“Because there’s nothing better than chocolate.”

Mom laughed a little and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that. There are a lot of very yummy things in this world.”

“Nothing as yummy as this,” Melissa said, then put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“For one thing,” Gwen said with a smile, “I think that you’re pretty yummy, my sweet little girl.” She placed her hand on Melissa’s knee. “So… other than the title,” Gwen went on, “what did you think of the movie? Did you like it?”

Melissa shrugged, swallowed her ice cream, and said, “Yeah… it was cool.” She wanted to say more, but wasn’t exactly sure what.

“I thought it was very romantic,” Gwen offered. “And I like love stories with happy endings, too… don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sad endings suck.”

Gwen chuckled, then asked, “So… what did you think of the girls? Did you think they were pretty?”

“The girl with the red curly hair sure was. The other girl was too, but she wasn’t nearly as pretty as the red-haired girl. She was beautiful.”

“I think so, too,” Gwen said. She spooned some of her ice cream, swallowed, then asked, “What about the fact that they were both girls? Did that bother you at all?”

Melissa shrugged again and said, “No, it was cool.” She was telling the truth, but at the same time she felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed kinda weird to be talking with her mom about lesbians.

“It didn’t bother me, either,” Gwen said. “I think if two people love each other, it shouldn’t matter whether they’re a boy and a girl, or whether they’re two girls, or whatever. If they love each other, then it should be okay for them to be together.”

“Yeah, it should,” Melissa said. “But a lot of people don’t like gay people. They think they’re sick, or whatever. This girl I know at school, Ronda Gabaldon, she says gay people are evil and will burn in hell when they die.”

“That’s bullshit,” Gwen said, which surprised Melissa; her mom didn’t usually talk like that. Plus, she seemed madder than she should have been.

Melissa swallowed another glob of ice cream, then said, “Yeah, well, Ronda Gabaldon’s pretty stupid.”

*****

At ten o’clock Melissa went in to take her nightly shower. She got the water going, made sure it wasn’t too hot, then quickly stripped off her clothes and got in. She grabbed the soap and began soaping herself down, starting with her shoulders and her arms, then her chest and stomach, then her butt, legs and feet. She made sure she got everything clean, then worked some shampoo into her long blonde hair. She kneaded it into a huge lather, scrubbed and massaged, until she was confident that her hair too was clean, then took the shower head down and rinsed all the shampoo out.

Once she was done with that, Melissa turned the heat down a little bit, so that it was more warm than hot, then adjusted the shower head from spray to pulsate. She leaned against the shower wall and began directing the water over her budding breasts, closing her eyes and smiling slightly at the immediate pleasure that coursed through her. She used her free hand to caress her chest as the water gently beat on her skin, fingertips gliding, squeezing and pulling, tapering over her hardening nipples.

As she touched herself, Melissa thought about Jason Miller. He was a ninth grader, two years ahead of her, the cutest boy in Melissa’s whole middle school. She imagined Jason touching her the same way she was touching herself.

It was her favorite sex fantasy for when she was in the shower or in bed, but for some reason she was finding it sort of difficult to focus. And then he just kind of drifted away altogether, replaced by an image of those two girls from the lesbian movie.

They were in the shower too, like they’d been in the movie — naked, wet and kissing each other passionately, their glistening bodies pressed together as they embraced. The red-haired girl began caressing the blonde girl’s boobs and playing with her nipples, then she dipped her head and started kissing and sucking them.

Melissa was a little startled by this vision, but only because she’d never really thought about girls like that before. She kinda liked the idea of the girls together, though, in love and doing loving sexy things to each other.

She decided to keep thinking about it as she sprayed warm pulsating water over her boobs — only now, instead of the blonde girl from the movie, she was the one in the shower with the red-haired girl. Melissa liked that even better. She imagined herself running her fingers through the girl’s curly hair as the redhead kissed and sucked her nipples and touched her between her legs. Melissa mimicked those touches with her own hand, alternating between her breasts and her pussy.

Then she imagined the red-haired girl getting down on her knees and kissing her down there, and as she imagined that she moved the pulsating shower head so that the water hit directly on her pussy.

Within seconds she felt an orgasm pour through her, causing her to gasp and shudder with the force of it. Then another one came, and another. Melissa was surprised, almost shocked; she’d never had that many orgasms all at once before, nor were they ever so intense, even when she was thinking about Jason. It was almost like the idea of making out with a girl was better than imagining it with a boy.

But of course, it can’t be, Melissa told herself as she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It’s just a leftover thing from watching that movie. There is no way I could be turning gay. Right…?

“I’m not a lesbian,” she muttered to no one as she toweled her body dry.

*****

Melissa and her mom went to bed at midnight. They only had one bedroom, and one bed, because Gwen had to work at a job that didn’t pay her much money. It had always been this way, but Melissa didn’t mind. In fact, she had always enjoyed sharing a bed with her mom; it made her feel safe, and she was comforted by the presence of another person sleeping next to her. Plus, if she wasn’t too tired, Mom liked to stay awake and talk for a little while. Melissa liked talking in bed at night.

Mom didn’t want to talk about the stuff she normally talked about, like Melissa’s schoolwork or the shopping they had to do the next day. Instead, she wanted to talk some more about the movie they’d watched. Actually, about the girls in the movie.

“So, you thought the red-haired girl was prettier?” Mom asked.

“Yeah,” Melissa replied cautiously.

They were lying side by side, Melissa on her back and Mom facing her, really close, an arm draped over Melissa’s stomach.

“Did you like watching them together? Kissing and touching each other? Making love?”

“Yeah,” Melissa said again, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of what she’d thought about in the shower. Feeling a little excited too, which also embarrassed her. “They didn’t show that much, though. I mean, they were naked and kissing and all that, but you didn’t get to see any real sex stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” Gwen said, sounding a little disappointed. “It’s too bad. I would have liked seeing them have sex.” She slipped her hand under Melissa’s pajama top and began to lightly rub her tummy. “Would you have liked it if they’d shown that kind of thing?”

“I dunno. I guess I wouldn’t have minded it.” Melissa was very aware of how her mom was touching her. She knew that it wasn’t exactly what a mother was supposed to do with her daughter, but Mom had always given her nice caresses like this — and besides, it felt good, so she didn’t say anything.

“I would have liked it,” Mom went on. “The two of them kissing each other’s breasts. Sucking each other’s nipples. Licking each other’s pussies. Making love the way only two women can.”

Melissa was startled by her mom’s language; she’d never heard her talk like that before. The words didn’t really sound right, coming out of her mouth, but at the same time Melissa had the sense that they belonged there. That Mom had said those words, probably to other people, and that she was comfortable with them. Maybe even turned on by them.

Melissa had to admit to herself that they turned her on too. She thought again about the fantasy she’d had in the shower, where the red-haired girl had kissed her and touched her… except now, she replaced the red-haired girl with her mother. She pictured Mom behind her closed eyes, wet and soapy as she cupped Melissa’s small breasts with both hands — then, just as she was thinking this, as if her mind was being read, Melissa felt her mom’s hand move from her belly up to her chest.

Gwen’s palm slid almost casually over Melissa’s right breast, then began to lightly squeeze and fondle it. At the same time Mom leaned in close and kissed her gently on the cheek. Melissa turned her head and looked at her and Mom kissed her again, this time on the mouth.

Mom’s lips were cool and soft, and Melissa spontaneously returned her kiss. They kissed again, then a third time, and Melissa realized that they weren’t just doing something impulsive and momentary; they were making out. Like lesbians.

A small voice inside Melissa’s head said, You shouldn’t be doing this, she’s your mom, but another part of her, a silent and yet very strong part, seemed to take control of her. Her body acted on its own, her mouth returning Gwen’s kisses, lips parting eagerly to take her mom’s tongue inside, her hands roaming over her mother’s back and shoulders, then down to her breasts. Melissa caressed Mom the same way she was being caressed, lovingly sliding her hands over Mom’s much larger breasts, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She felt Mom’s nipples in her palms, and found herself wishing she could kiss and suck on them.

Suddenly Gwen pulled her mouth away from Melissa’s and, in a husky voice, said, “God, you are so beautiful.”

Melissa didn’t know whether she should say Thank you, or You’re beautiful too, or But Mom, I’m not gay. A second later it didn’t matter, because Gwen was kissing her daughter’s face and her neck, unbuttoning Melissa’s pajama top.

Then in another few seconds she was kissing Melissa’s babyish breasts, then licking them, swirling her tongue in little circles around Melissa’s nipples — and the girl found herself unable to speak anyway. She felt her nipples getting hard, and a warm fuzzy cloud was growing in her belly.

As Gwen licked and nibbled on Melissa’s nipples, her hand moved down into her child’s pajama bottoms, then into her panties, exploring there as she continued to lavish affection on her daughter’s breasts.

Melissa responded with gasps and moans, moving her hips and arching her back, wanting more even as she told herself that she shouldn’t be liking this so much. But she did. She loved it.

After another minute or so, Gwen kissed a path down to Melissa’s stomach, licking her bellybutton and making her giggle. Then suddenly she sat up, taking hold of the waistband of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. Melissa watched as her mom pulled them down her thin legs, over her ankles and feet, then did the same thing with her panties. Melissa was naked now except for her pajama top, which was open anyhow and showing everything. She knew she should be embarrassed, but all she could really feel right then was sort of nervous, but also very excited.

Slipping her hands under the backs of Melissa’s knees, Gwen moved the girl’s legs apart, then held them there as she gazed down at Melissa’s fully exposed pussy.

“Oh, so gorgeous,” she said. She dropped her head down between Melissa’s legs and pressed her lips against her pussy. She kissed her there, then began to slowly lick, tracing a line with her tongue along the soft folds.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Melissa watched as Mom pushed her nose into her sparse tuft of pubic hair, her tongue slithering all over her pussy and even poking inside.

She couldn’t believe this was actually happening — her own mom was having lesbian sex with her! — but what Melissa found even more difficult to believe was that she was loving it. Yeah, it felt strange, and tickled a little, but it felt nice too; the fuzzy cloud in her stomach was getting bigger and warmer, and soon it became so hot inside that she couldn’t help but cry out.

Gwen continued to make love to Melissa, slipping her tongue into her pussy, then sliding it up and down her lips, and around and around her clit — until finally Melissa began to come, waves of pleasure shooting out in all directions from her pussy into her chest and arms and legs.

Melissa’s body was still trembling and tingling, and she was still trying to catch her breath when Mom sat up on the bed. She smiled down at Melissa as she slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, then tossed it onto the floor.

Melissa’s eyes automatically traveled over her mom’s body, and she thought, Wow, she’s so pretty.

Gwen dropped back down and began kissing and licking her way up Melissa’s body; her pussy and her tummy, her boobs, her neck and face, and then finally a long French kiss on the mouth. Melissa’s legs were still spread wide and Gwen was lying between them, and as she moved up even farther, Melissa could feel her mom’s pubic hair and pussy lips sliding over her own much less hairy sex.

Now Mom’s big breasts were hovering above Melissa’s face as she said, “Go ahead, darling. Suck Mommy’s tits.” And then she lowered herself so that her boobs were right on Melissa’s face, one of them even touching her lips.

Melissa still felt like she couldn’t control what she was doing as she opened her mouth and started to lick little circles around Mom’s nipple. Then she took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. At the same time Gwen took hold of one of Melissa’s hands and pulled it down between them until she was touching her mother’s pussy.

Melissa’s fingers moved through her mom’s pubic hair and over the lips, which were surprisingly warm and moist. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as she continued to suck on her mom’s nipples, one after the other.

Gwen sighed and moaned and kissed the top of Melissa’s head as she began to move her hips, pushing her pussy against Melissa’s fingertips. “Oh yes!” she said in a low sensuous voice. “Oh yeah, that’s good. My good little baby. Suck Mommy’s nipples, my sweet little baby. Yes, yes…”

Melissa did her best to suck her mom’s bouncing boobs while at the same time rubbing her pussy. Gwen moaned and sighed some more as she thrust against her daughter’s fingers faster and faster, until finally she cried out and her body shuddered in orgasm.

Afterward, she collapsed on top of Melissa for a few minutes, just holding her close and breathing heavily. Eventually, Gwen moved off of Melissa and lay next to her on her back. She pulled her daughter close again, hugged her and kissed her forehead, and said, “You were wonderful, sweetheart.”

Melissa was finally able to find her voice and said, “Mom? Did we… did we just have sex?”

Gwen laughed lightly and said, “Well, we’re two women, and we just made love. That doesn’t necessarily mean we’re lesbians, though. It’s something you’ll have to decide for yourself, darling. But I’ll tell you, I really liked it. And I hope you did, too.”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “I did.”

*****

Melissa fell asleep in her mom’s arms, but when she woke up the next morning she was lying near the edge of the bed and Mom was on her own side. Melissa, feeling strangely refreshed, sat up in bed and looked down at her mother, who was dozing peacefully on her back.

She studied her beautiful face, her lovely golden hair, so much like Melissa’s own. Then she carefully pulled the blankets down and looked at her mom’s naked body, her large boobs and her flat belly, her slim hips and the dark golden bush of pubic hair on her pussy.

She recalled everything that had happened the night before, the movie, the ice cream… then the kissing and lovemaking with her mother, and the questions and reservations she’d had as well. Then, without really thinking about it, she reached down and began to caress Mom’s breasts, first one then the other. Then she leaned over and kissed them.

Melissa took one large pink nipple into her young mouth and began to suck on it, thinking to herself that there wasn’t anything wrong with lesbians after all. And that making love with another girl, especially her mom, really was better than chocolate. Way better.

 The End

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: So — another mystery tale from the JetBoy files. Like the others, I don’t know who wrote it or from whence it comes… like the others, I tweaked it somewhat, after turning it up years ago… like the others, I felt it was too good to keep to myself. I encourage anyone who knows the original (or even better, wrote the original in the first place) to contact us.

*****

My daughter Honey was a beautiful girl… a lovely face, dark hair in a cute pixie cut, big dimples and a laugh that made everyone who heard it smile. She was a quiet child, one who never really fit in with kids her own age. My mom always said that Honey had an “old spirit,” which might have been true. She’d always seemed more content to spend time in the barn or the garden than playing with other children, and was far more interested in nature than toys.

Truthfully, my daughter was a terrific asset to the household, especially after her father walked out on us for a girl of sixteen who bagged groceries at the neighborhood Winn-Dixie. Honey had learned everything she needed to know about gardening from her grandfather, and every summer she grew fresh vegetables for our larder. Her tomatoes are, to this day, the best I’ve ever tasted.

She also kept honeybees, another thing she picked up from my father. I was leery of letting her keep bees, as it seemed kind of dangerous, but finally I decided I’d let her try one hive to start.

If anyone ever had a knack for anything, it was Honey for her bees. It was as if Providence had dictated the name we gave her. By the time she was sixteen, she had a half dozen hives and had quite a bit of money saved for college from the honey she sold.

I was proud of my daughter, and loved her so much it hurt, but I worried about her at the same time. Honey was pretty, but she was bashful to the point of it being an actual handicap. I had raised her to be herself, though, and tried not to do much more than encourage her to be a bit more outgoing.

Our lives progressed as slowly and pleasantly as the warm afternoons Honey and I shared in the garden, or on the front porch sipping lemonade. By then, my husband had been gone for three years. I had dated a bit, but quickly became bored with the men in my town. That’s when I began to fantasize about finding sexual pleasure with another woman. I didn’t have the nerve to come on to another female, however — not in a rural community like mine. Instead I settled for lesbian erotica, a few sex toys purchased through the mail and my own fingers.

It was the second week of August, on a Wednesday night. I’d put on a dress and walked down to our local church for prayer meeting. Honey had never been much of a churchgoer, so I always attended the service on my own. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a believer myself anymore, but still found pleasure in the ritual of community worship.

When I got there, a few of the other church women were standing outside chatting. As it turned out, Pastor Griggs had been unable to lead the service that day — evidently, he’d eaten too much watermelon with his noontime meal and was laid up with a stomach ache. Since it was so hot anyhow, they’d chosen to cancel the meeting. So I leisurely strolled the half mile back home, thinking the whole way how good a glass of ice-cold lemonade would taste once I got there.

I walked into the house and to the kitchen, where I put on my apron and made that pitcher of lemonade. I was just about to call to Honey to see if she wanted a glass, when I noticed that the coat hooks where she always hung her beekeeping hat with the veil and her bucket were empty. Figuring she was out tending her hives, I glanced out the back door and saw something lying on the ground about ten feet out from the steps. I walked out and saw it was one of Honey’s shoes. A few feet further, I found the other shoe. I walked about ten paces more and found her bibbed overalls lying in a heap on the ground.

I was instantly startled, afraid something awful had happened. I rushed down the path towards the edge of the field where my daughter’s beehives were, finding the rest of her clothes as I went.

Once I got within sight of the hives, I was in shock! There, tending them as usual was Honey, but now she was stark naked! I nearly shouted at her, but then stopped myself — I didn’t want to do anything that would stir up those bees.

So I stood and watched, torn between terror and fascination, as Honey opened the top of a hive and began taking out a frame, then retrieving the honeycomb. The bees just seemed to take it in stride as they buzzed freely around her, crawling all over her naked body.

I stood mesmerized as Honey scraped the honeycomb into her bucket, replaced the frame and top to the hive, and started back the path to the house, just as casual as can be.

A few yards past the hives, she broke off a piece of honeycomb. As she walked along she held it aloft and licked the honey from it, dripping golden drizzles of sweetness down between her breasts and onto her belly.

I hadn’t noticed until then how wonderfully Honey had blossomed into womanhood. She always wore baggy overalls and one of my ex-husband’s old shirts, concealing the contours of her body. Her breasts were slight, her stomach flat and her hips hadn’t filled out as much as mine, but she had become quite womanly… and utterly beautiful. Now I stared at my little girl, awed by her loveliness.

Once she started back up the path, I stepped out of sight, partly because I didn’t want to startle her… partly because I didn’t want to seem like I was spying on my own child. But I was. Moments earlier, my heart had been pounding frantically, my breath held out of fear for her safety. Now, my heart seemed to be pulsing with something other than fear.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from my daughter as she licked at the honeycomb, excess running down over her silky white skin. Her nipples were visibly erect as the honey slowly flowed over them like amber lava. It was easily the most sensual thing I’d ever witnessed. I could feel my own nipples beginning to throb under the church dress I still wore. My palms began to sweat as my hands trembled and I smoothed them down my thighs.

My God… could I be sexually attracted to my own daughter?

As she drew nearer I became aware of the dampness growing in my panties. My head was swimming with emotions. I wanted to run away, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to kiss her — but all I could do was gape at Honey, lost in the sight of my naked child.

I hadn’t been this aroused in ages. My mouth had gone dry and I could feel sweat trickle down the small of my back. I stood motionless in the humid August evening, my senses so alive that I seemed to glow like the sun. I know this sounds blasphemous, but it felt as if I’d been touched by the hand of God.

Suddenly my naked daughter was but a few feet from me. “Honey,” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

She started, dropping the piece of honeycomb. For an instant she looked wide-eyed and surprised, but then a euphoric smile spread across her face as she looked deep into my eyes. I suppose, even to someone as innocent as Honey, the look of sexual desire is pretty easy to recognize.

My child slowly walked over to where I stood. Still smiling, her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but she never uttered a word. Instead she raised her fingers to my trembling lips.

“Baby… no…” I whimpered as my daughter slowly traced my lower lip, leaving a trail of honey.

“I love you, Momma,” she said — then her mouth claimed mine in a gentle kiss.

Unable to push her away, I relished the exquisite sweetness of my daughter’s mouth. Pulling away with a giggle, Honey touched her fingertips to my lips again. This time they parted, allowing her middle and index fingers to enter my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I slowly and methodically sucked her sticky fingers clean. Honey gave out a little moan and brought her face to mine once more, licking the honey from the corners of my mouth, her tongue briefly engaging mine. Throwing all restraint to the winds, I sucked at it.

Honey dropped her bucket, which hit the ground with a thunk, then I could feel her frantically unfastening the buttons of my dress. We kissed deeply and passionately as she pushed the garment off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Our tongues mingled, fell back, then mingled again. They swirled together, probing, teasing, our lips still sticky and sweet. Heart pounding, I dipped my face down to kiss one of her honeyed nipples. I knew this was wrong — she was my daughter, for God’s sake! — but the desire I felt was too powerful to refuse.

Honey gasped as I suckled her stiff nipple. My tongue explored her soft skin, lapping up the sweetness that she had drizzled on herself. Honey moaned, clutching my shoulders with both hands. I could feel her shiver as I caressed her beautiful bottom.

All at once Honey was pulling my slip off over my head and casting it away, Before I knew what was happening we were on the ground, panting and moaning, grinding our bodies together. I was on my back and Honey on top of me, fucking my mouth with her hot tongue.

I moaned when she slid a hand into my panties, parting my swollen, sticky labia with her fingers. She tickled and teased my clit until I was seeing fireworks. Whatever reluctance I’d felt before about making love to my own daughter had dissolved like mist.

Honey turned around and lay down beside me, coaxing me over until our positions were reversed and I was on top of her. My body throbbed like a tractor engine as I realized what my daughter wanted. I eagerly  straddled Honey’s face, then lowered my face between her parted thighs and tasted another woman for the first time.

We ate each other’s cunts in such a lustful frenzy that in no time, we were both moaning in ecstasy. I had no idea where Honey learned to do what she did to my pussy with her tongue, but it was incredible. She circled around my clit, only brushing it, never actually touching it until she was ready to get me off, and when she finally did… well, I‘ve never experienced such earth-shattering rapture, before or since.

It was a sinful act I was committing, making love to my own daughter — but at the same time, it felt so right and so natural that the notion of right and wrong got completely lost. I licked and sucked Honey’s pussy like I’d been a lesbian all my life. I went down on her the way I loved having my cunt eaten, the few times my late husband had done it to me… and my instincts must have run true, for my daughter was trembling helplessly and mewling with delight as I loved her. Soon Honey was nearly screaming as I brought her to a wrenching climax.

Spent, we lay side by side, bathed with sweat in the cool grass, trying to catch our breath and collect our thoughts, holding hands as the sun set off in the distance, causing shadows from the nearby pine trees to paint our naked bodies. We turned to one another, cuddled close and shared tender kisses as we whispered words of devotion.

After that afternoon, Honey shared my bed. We fucked morning, noon and night, whenever we had the time and desire to get naked together. Two years later, my daughter are still passionately in love.

Oh, and Honey ended up teaching me how to tend to her bees. I often collect the honey naked, as she still does… and several times I have masturbated a few yards away from the hives, remembering the day that my child and I became lovers.

The End