My name is Melissa, and I am the only child of a late thirty-something couple who live in an idyllic little village in Buckinghamshire, England. The story I want to tell you begins as I was returning home after a prolonged absence, though its real origin dates further back.
The journey was long, the train seats lumpy and uncomfortable, but that was not the reason why I was unable to concentrate on reading the book brought along to while away the time. My thoughts lay with my lover, on how we would greet one another after a month apart. I was burning with anticipation for what I knew would soon happen between us.
I had been away at university, so far from home that it was impractical for me to return at weekends, but now the big day had arrived, and we had arranged that my lover would be waiting expectantly for me at the station — hot and wet with the same desire as my own, I hoped.
We talked on the phone often, of course… but that isn’t the same as actually being together, touching, kissing and making love whenever the moment was right. Since we had been apart we had indulged quite openly in phone sex, which we both agreed was the next best thing.
I remember vividly the time I brought myself to a climax with the phone itself, my lover listening to the wet noises it made as I ground the speaking end of the receiver into my pussy. What had possessed me to do that? Just that I was lonely in a strange town, missing my lover and wanting to do anything I could do to excite that most precious person.
When the phone rang at 9 PM every evening I instinctively knew it was my lover, and eagerly lifted the receiver to take the call which we both knew would start slowly but build gradually… until we both had noisy orgasms, me with my panties down to my ankles.
To look at my lover and myself together, nobody could imagine that we could talk so dirty, that such lust was possible between us. But it was, and we both cherished every moment that could be seized to spend with one another.
Now the train was entering the station, and I stared impatiently through the window to see if my lover was waiting. She was!
Heart racing, I grabbed my bags and rushed down the steps into her arms.
“Mmmm, I missed you, darling,” Anita murmured, taking me in her arms. “I love you so much, Melissa.”
My tongue was in her mouth and my reply inaudible, but I think she understood how I felt, and by the looks we received from other passengers it was obvious they also understood. I would have danced naked over red hot coals to see my lady, so the few funny looks we received bounced off like drizzle from an umbrella.
“I’ve missed you too, Anita darling,” I cooed. “And I’ve been dreaming about this moment for weeks.”
Anita, as I call her, was a stunner in any language and by anyone’s standard, tall, slim and brunette with slightly larger than boyish breasts. She was 37 then but she looked at most to be 25 and could easily have passed for my older sister. But she isn’t my sister, she is my lover.
At that time I was 19, and quite attractive from what others said. I too am tall and slim, and have a similar figure to Anita’s. That’s great because everything fits where it should when we make love. My breasts are small, but for me this is an advantage rather than not. Nature made me tall and slim and I do my best to keep things that way, by regular training with Anita at our local gym.
Anita drove us to her home in a peaceful part of the village where she lived with her husband who, though I love him to bits, was mercifully away on business for a week or so, unknowingly giving us the time and space to be alone. Anita only found she was bisexual when we began our affair, our very deep and private love affair. She has no sexual desire for any other woman but me, though, and I feel the same toward her. We are deeply in love, but she is married, and neither of us want to hurt her husband by breaking up their relationship.
As she drove, my hand wandered, wandered, wandered, until it reached that warm, moist and well trimmed place nestled between her smooth thighs. She must have been expecting me to do just this, because she wore no panties.
She moaned as my fingertips brushed her soft pubes. She moaned and steered though half closed eyes as I sought entry to her cavern of love. Her thighs were hot and quivered at my touch, but she was far hotter in between.
“Best not, Melissa darling,” she said through clenched teeth, “any more and I might crash!”
Such was my desire for her that day I hadn’t taken the traffic, light as it was, into account. Slowly and teasingly I withdrew my hand, ensuring those fingernails raked her thigh as I pulled away, making her shudder with delight.
I sucked my wet fingers, savouring her tantalising scent and taste. Her aroma was unique and I would have picked it out blindfolded from a hundred others… a blend of pure, mature woman, moist with sexual desire. It was a scent I remembered so well and loved so much, a scent to grow drunk from, a scent for special occasions, a scent born out of love.
“Mmmmm,” I murmured half to myself, “I love you… can’t wait to get you naked.”
But at that point Anita was pulling into her driveway, and a quick flick of her wrist turned the engine off. We gazed at each other from only inches away before our mouths met… and for the first time in a month, we enjoyed a frenzied bout of hot kissing, touching each other’s bodies all the while.
“Let’s go inside,” she said, “before we get too carried away and someone sees us.”
Hardly likely, I thought, as the nearest house was at least 100 metres away.
We unloaded my bags and lugged them inside, dropping them on the floor and slamming the door shut as we frantically tore at each other’s clothing. Some of it came off there and then, other bits and pieces lay in a trail which marked our passage upstairs to the main bedroom, a top here, a skirt there, my panties on the top step.
“I need a shower after a journey like that,” I said.
“We can shower together, darling,” was the reply from Anita, “just like we used to, remember?”
Did I remember? My God, yes! Some of our more adventurous scenes were played out in the shower. I couldn’t wait!
She started the water, I took Anita by the hand and we entered the shower. We soaped each other under the dreamily warm jets, and it was immediately obvious to me that Anita wanted me at least as much as I did her.
She came first from my ministrations with soap and the high powered water jet, climaxing with an intensity that had her gasping, her whole body rigid and trembling in a long, long double orgasm which left her slumped against my body, sliding gently to her knees as it subsided.
She shuddered and moaned in that position for a while, her hands clutching the globes of my bum, head down as the water still cascaded over us both.
“Glad to see me, then?” I ventured. If I thought she was sated by that first long orgasm I was wrong, wrong, thankfully, so very wrong. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and never was this more true than that day.
She nodded and whispered her love for me, raising her head at the same time. I think it was then we both realised that her face was only inches from my own sex. She moved hesitantly towards the hottest part of my body and I desperately wanted her to inhale my aroma, to drink deep of my well, to sample the ambrosia of love that was brimming out of me and was for her alone.
Turning off one jet so that it didn’t spray in Anita’s face, I turned on another which played down her beautiful back. The water ran smoothly down her body and formed a little river through the parting of the globes of her magnificent ass, a place where I hoped my tongue would soon play like the water before me.
Anita had by now caught her breath and was nuzzling my sex with her nose, driving me insane with the very tip of her tongue, flicking it in and around my hot, wet labia. I may say that my cunt was wet, extremely wet, and not just from the shower. I flowed with love from that place, and my lover was quick to take advantage of the aromatic stream of my womanhood.
She licked, she drank and she teased me until the delightfully ecstatic building up of sexual excitement took me past the point of no return and my orgasm exploded in her face, drenching her with my sticky essence.
She rose and we kissed. I smelled myself on her and tasted my own pussy, licking her lips like a cat will lick a kitten… loving it, savouring the sexual electricity that emanated from us both.
We washed properly then, giggling like two schoolgirls as we did so. We dried each other, and then went to bed on that still sunny afternoon in May.
Anita had obviously planned the moment, as she had placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, anticipating where we would shortly be after we arrived at her house.
I poured for us both, took a drink and then a second which I held in my mouth, then leaned down and dribbled into Anita’s slightly open sex. I raised her thighs then and sucked out the bubbly mixture of champagne and her thicker, sexy, highly charged love potion. While the alcohol content may have been low, that drink was by far the most potent of any I have ever tasted. We were both in heaven, and we knew it.
We talked for a while, kissing and fondling as lovers do until I said, “Would you like a massage.”
I saw in her eyes that a naked massage from her younger lover was exactly what she wanted after all this time apart. Turning her onto her tummy, I sat on the globes of her bottom and began to work on her neck and shoulders. Naked massage is a wonderful thing, even more so when one knows it will end in mindblowing sex with a beautiful woman.
I look upon these massages as both giving and receiving pleasure at the same time, always making sure that when I moved the movement was blissful to me just as the tender touching was to my partner — and so it was on this occasion.
When working my way down her body I had to continually change position, and as I did I left a scented trail of myself on her skin. So when my fingers finally reached the lovely roundness of her ass, I chose to bend down and lick it off.
It must have been the touch of my tongue on her bum, or maybe the fact that my fingers were entering her pussy from the rear, but I heard her gasp and she parted her gorgeous thighs still further to afford me better access to whichever entrance I wished to invade. Invade? Possibly that’s too strong a word, but Anita made it plain that her private places was completely available to me.
I took advantage of her offer and chose to enter both. My wicked fingers were already exploring her very wet vagina, but after a few minutes of this mutual pleasure I wanted more. I raised her thighs until that lovely bum was pointing invitingly upwards.
Her hands reached behind and did the work for me, spreading her buttocks and revealing her dark, puckered anal entrance. My whole body trembled with emotion and excitement when I gazed down at her, taking in at a long glance the creamy texture of her skin, the roundness of her parted cheeks and the glorious invitation which lay deep between them.
I dipped down, my tongue gliding up between her cheeks to taste her. She gasped as I licked her, then moaned happily. “Mmmmmm,” Anita crooned as she realised what my intention was, “Oh yes, yes, darling,” she moaned as my tongue played around that delicate, sensitive cleft, slightly darker than the rest of her body.
I tingled from head to toe as my tongue took on a life of its own, pleasuring my lover from the rear. The combination of my anal play and my fingers still moving inside her was enough to drive her over the edge and into sweet oblivion again. Lucky Anita, I thought, but I knew that very soon she would be returning the favour.
Lying completely prone now with her face to one side so she could breathe, I heard my lover whisper, “Melissa, that was so wonderful. I love you so very much.”
“I love you too,” was my only reply before we began to play our love games again. More words than that were unnecessary — this was not a time for talk.
She turned over then, fully exposing her fount of love for my inspection, and rarely have I seen such a wonderful sight. Her pubes were trim, jet black like my own, wet and matted with her womanly secretions. Her luscious pink labia glistened temptingly, and she must have sensed my next move. which was to bury my face in that rosy flesh.
“No, darling,” she breathed quietly, “come to me,” indicating that I should straddle her body so that she could enjoy with me as I explored her.
She lay underneath me then as I knelt above her, facing down upon her toned belly, the cleft of her sex more and more visible as my hungry mouth lowered down to it in the sixty-nine position.
I fully expected Anita to draw my hips down to her face so she could tongue me as I had done her, and as I was about to do again. She, however, had other ideas — and her dexterous fingers lightly brushed my inner thighs, making me hiss with pleasure.
Though our only lesbian experiences are with each other, I guess our feminine intuition comes into play as we instinctively know what turns the other on. More to the point, we both know where and how to touch or lick, and precisely when to do it.
She knew exactly where to lightly touch me, to make me quiver with excitement, and in the doing she made my cunt drip with the thick, sweet wine of our love which, had I been in another position, would have merely leaked onto my thighs, but which she told me later had dripped onto her eager, upturned face.
Fingers entered my vaginal opening, made easy by the lubrication there. One finger, two, and then a third pleasured me as her thumb massaged my engorged clit. And then, just having become used to the tightness of her fingers inside me, she placed a fourth upon my anus. I then felt a slight push and gasped — Anita had entered my bum with that well lubricated finger. Another push took it into deepest recess of my rectum.
Could heaven ever be this divine? I asked myself as my lover revolved that digit deep inside me. In and out, round and round she turned it, driving me mad with desire. I wanted this to last forever — but Anita had other ideas, and after a few minutes of blissful anal penetration she withdrew completely from there and from my vagina.
Strong firm hands grasped my bottom as she drew me down to her face, licking and sucking the overflowing moisture from around that special place, her tongue now inside, then out and teasing the sensitive area around my anal passage before deciding to concentrate on my clit.
I dove for her cunt as soon as her mouth touched mine, hearing her pleasure-filled moan, my nose buried in her wet vagina, tongue mercilessly working on her clit. She was burrowing her mouth into me and sucking at my throbbing vagina, a wonderful combination that brought me to a crescendo very soon. At the same time I sensed Anita’s own climax as her body tensed and began to shake.
We both came together just seconds later – it seemed to go on forever, rolling, climbing, both finally zooming away to that fluffy white cloud of ecstasy before I felt that gentle swaying falling motion, much like a leaf dropping gently from a tree.
We rolled apart and I turned my pussy-wet face to my lover, crawled up to her and we kissed, licking each other’s juices from our faces, finally lying quietly in each other’s arms, utterly content.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
“I love you too, my darling,” replied my mother.
*****
How long had we been lovers, my mother and I? As it turned out, she had wanted me for at least a year before our first time together. She did the “decent thing” — her words, not mine — in waiting until I was of legal age to take me as a lover, so I suppose it really began just over a year ago when I turned eighteen.
Other people would call our relationship incest, but we call it love… and it’s as natural as breathing.
It happened one Sunday afternoon when Dad was playing golf. It was a dismal winter day, and we had the heat turned on to take off the chill. We were snuggled together on the couch watching an old romantic film on TV. It was a sad movie, and my mother began to dab her eyes with a tissue near the end. I took her hand and held it tightly in my lap, snuggled even closer to her and kissed away the tears.
The light kisses I gave willingly to my mother somehow changed into mouth to mouth kisses as she turned her face towards mine. Her hand began to caress my thigh, sending tingly shivers down my spine.
Light kisses became heavier kisses, then suddenly became hot and hungry French kisses, our tongues exploring one other’s mouths, mingling and dancing together. I knew then that I wanted this woman, my mother, to be my lover… and it was on that happy Sunday afternoon that I truly realised her feelings for me were the same, feelings that had been kept under wraps for too long, feelings of desire, of lust.
Our kisses that afternoon were without end, our caresses soft and sensual, though which of us initiated the sex proper I still can’t remember. It seemed to be a mutual decision, with each of us trying desperately not to push the other too far, but both wanting the same thing. I guess we seduced each other.
Her hand touched my breast through my top, making me dizzy with pleasure… then the same hand stole beneath and unclasped my bra. I remember how my heart pounded as I began to unfasten hers, freeing her breasts to my touch. We continued to kiss lovingly as we teased and tickled each other’s breasts, our nipples erect and aching to be touched by loving fingers.
Our tops came off simultaneously and we gazed adoringly at each other’s breasts, then both reached out to fondle one another. I still recall the thrill of feeling my mother’s nipples growing hard against the palms of my hands. Then she lowered her head and took my nipple into her warm mouth, her tongue teasing the tip. I cried out loud at how good that felt.
Wanting to pleasure my mother the same way, I brought her face up to mine for a hot, wet kiss, then quickly dipped down to lick and suck at her beautiful breasts. I’d never done such a thing before, but the way Anita sighed and moaned made me know that my instincts were true. We took turns kissing, touching and licking each other’s breasts, sharing pleasure until we were both quivering with desire.
Hands slipped under skirts and found warm, wet mounds from where our desire emanated — hot damp places, confined by our thin panties, which we easily bypassed in our frenzy of lust.
Our fingers entered each other at almost the same moment, bringing gasps of delight from us both. If this was a sin, then sinners we both were, reveling in this newfound hunger for one another.
Our skirts were quickly removed, leaving two brunette women nearly nude, both wondering who was going to take off the other’s panties first. Finally, after sharing a few more hot, wet kisses, I reached for the waistband of her lace knickers, and Anita took hold of mine. We both slipped down the other’s panties until they fell to the floor and, stepping out of them, each took a pace back to appraise the other.
The vision in front of me stood at nearly 5’6, with the firm breasts of a teenager and the honed belly of an athlete. Her long shapely legs ended in a neatly trimmed pubic triangle through which I could see her slightly parted labia pouting sexily, glistening enticingly with dewdrops of moisture, making me bite my lip in anticipation of tasting her there.
I stand nearly as tall as she and my pubes are jet black, just like her own, trimmed to expose the delicate pinkness of my slit. People have said that if we were not mother and daughter we could nearly pass as sisters. I am as proud of my body as my mother is of hers, and though I shouldn’t say this, we did make a beautiful pair.
Her eyes flicked over my body and it was evident that she liked what she saw, her tongue licking at her lips like a cat anticipating cream, her hands running through her lustrous hair in that particular way we women have when aroused.
We slowly moved toward each other and stood face to face, enraptured in each other’s eyes, hands wandering over soft skin, fingers moving restlessly, searching and exploring the other. Then we slid to the floor as one, kissing hotly, our lust intoxicating us both as we lay side by side, our bodies writhing and thrusting together in anticipation of the delights to follow.
We fingered each other gently at first — then faster, deeper and harder as our passion grew, our hands making delightful wet sounds between each other’s thighs. We became braver and more daring, and it wasn’t long before I felt a wet finger enter my anus for the very first time. I loved it! It was sheer bliss, and if I loved it then I knew that my mother would too.
She moaned softly as I entered her darkest place, sliding a finger into her as she had done to me. She gasped with joy when I began to pump that wicked finger in and out of her asshole… then faster, deeper.
Few words were uttered when we made love that first time… they weren’t needed. Our love was communicated through our kisses and our fingertips.
We learned to identify each other’s aroma then, even though subconsciously we must have been aware of it for ages… and ever after that day whenever we have been apart I have been able to recall the heady scent of my mother’s cunt at will, recall the sight and feel of her as plainly as if she were in bed with me. In my mind, we are together then, and in my dreams we make love all night long, leaving me relaxed and fresh to face a new day.
I remember how my heart pounded so hard I thought it might explode when Anita lay between my thighs, her warm breath caressing the cleft of my vagina. My body was taut as piano wire as I ached for her touch, then I cried out as the tip of her tongue brushed my moist labia. She teased me mercilessly with light, barely-there flicks for a small eternity, then her hot mouth enveloped my flower and she began to lick me, harder now. A high-pitched sound began to fill the room, and I suddenly realized that it was coming from my lips.
I felt ready to climax at any moment — but she stopped licking me then, and I whimpered from a pure, desperate need for her loving. My excitement soared, though, when her hands parted my buttocks and her tongue touched my delicate puckered entrance, playing there, just playing until the tip of it entered and wriggled around. I moaned… and then I felt her fingers on my clit. That was all it took.
When I came it was as if the ceiling of the world had crumbled, revealing the infinity of the universe. My body shuddered as white-hot bolts of pleasure crashed and sizzled through me. I wanted to scream, but my voice had been stolen somehow, and I could only gasp for breath.
My mother lifted me up into paradise, then ever so gently brought me back down to the soft carpeted floor of our living room where I finally lay in perfect contentment — her face resting on my thigh, her fingers lightly brushing my moistened pubes.
Did I just say that I was feeling perfectly happy? I lie; I was content but for one thing — I had yet to pleasure my wonderful mother, to make love to her as she had to me.
I quickly sat up and pushed Mom onto her back, making her squeal with excitement. My mouth claimed hers in a torrid kiss, my hands covered her breasts.
My lover and I feasted on each other’s mouths; lips and tongues merging in a fervent dance of desire. Her kisses completed me, laid my soul bare.
Mom murmured wordlessly as my hand slipped between her parted thighs… and she cried out ecstatically as I plunged two fingers into the wet heat of her cunt, then began sawing then in and out of her.
When I make love to my mother, I like to take my time, drawing our pleasures out for hours, exploring every inch of her beautiful body. That first time, though, I somehow knew that Mom needed to be taken right then, hard and fast. Extricating my probing fingers from her sweet cleft, I squirmed down between her thighs and planted my mouth onto her cunt, my tongue pushing into her. She cried out again — and I responded by brushing her clitoris with my thumb as I ate her.
My mother nearly screamed as an explosive climax took her, bucking and rocking so hard that her head thumped against the floor in time to the orgasmic waves searing through every fibre of her body. I refused to stop making love to her, though, wanting Mom to know how much I worshipped her cunt. Finally she thrust my head away, gasping for me to stop.
Mom and I lay entwined together for a long, sweet while, whispering words of love, pausing again and again for long, sensuous kisses.
Finally we dressed, and talked as we did so. We felt no guilt at what we had both so willingly done, but I was concerned about the effect this would have on my father if he ever became aware of our love. I adore him, and would not want to hurt him for anything. I broached the subject to my mother to elicit her views.
“Mark and I have a very happy marriage,” she replied, “and we are both broadminded people, as you well know.” I nodded my assent. “But,” she continued, “you and I, my darling girl… we have crossed a line today. If your father knew what we have just done it would mean a total family split and the ruination of all our lives.”
“I thought that too,” I said, “but even so, I don’t want us to stop being lovers. I never knew it before, but I’ve been waiting for this day for ages.”
My mother, took my hand and looked me in the eye and said, “Darling, I’ve waited too, you know. I was nervous at first… but now that we’ve made love together, I will never give you up.”
We were both quietly elated that our new and very secret relationship was to be ongoing, the two of us indulging in our forbidden romance whenever and wherever possible.
It was still only 6 PM and we had finally dressed and fixed a light meal when Dad rang to say they were playing another round of golf… and to ask my mother if she minded him staying until about 9 PM or so. I passed the message onto her and saw her smile as she took the phone from me and said she didn’t mind.
“Melissa, darling?” my mother murmured after setting down the receiver.
“Yes, Mother?” I said eagerly, ready to do anything with her.
Her lips nuzzled my ear and she whispered, though there was no one else to hear her speak.
“Have you ever been fucked, my sweet?” she asked.
“I have… but only a few times.”
Her warm, soft arms encircled my body. “How would you like to be fucked by your mother?”
I raised my face to hers, and kissed her, letting my obvious excitement answer her question.
She took my hand and led me to the master bedroom, and those quivering sensations of anticipation returned as we passed through the door, shedding clothes until we stood naked once more. Placing a hand on the door frame, I posed for her.
She giggled like a school girl and turned to her bedside cabinet to take something out, bending provocatively as she did so to give me another long look at her glorious ass. If ever there was a woman custom built for erotic sex then it was my mother, and if ever there was a girl that was made for a lady like her, it was me.
She turned round slowly, holding a gorgeous latex strap-on cock in her hand that had to be at least ten inches long. “I never thought I’d ever get to use this,” she murmured, “I only bought it because… ” her eyes shone with happiness, “because, my darling daughter, I fantasized about fucking you with it one day… and you using it on me.” She reached out to touch my face, now on the verge of joyous tears. “I love you so much, my precious angel.”
I turned my face to nuzzle her hand. “I love you too, Mother,” I sighed, then grinned wickedly, “and I’d definitely love for you to fuck me. But I’d really like to try it out on you first.”
Mom laughed happily, her eyes flashing with excitement as she helped me get the harness fastened around my waist. “Look at this,” she murmured, and pressed a spot near the base of the cock that suddenly had all ten inches vibrating in her grip. “That’s just on low power,” she purred. “Just imagine what it’s like turned to high and inside you.”
I imagined… and liked what I imagined. “Aren’t you going to lie down so I can fuck you?” I asked cheekily.
“Of course darling,” she replied, and lying on the bed she spread herself, opening her cunt for me. I positioned myself between her thighs. She was so incredibly wet that the vibrator slid into her like a knife into warm butter. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my back, wordlessly urging me on. I began to pump in and out of her, and her hips quickly found a rhythm that matched mine.
The sight of my mother panting beneath me as I fucked her turned me to jelly. I thrust that throbbing cock in and out, in and out of her, gradually going harder, deeper. A wicked thought idea popped into my head, and I slipped my fingers between the globes of her shapely ass. “Oh,” she whispered, “Ooooh, that’s nice.”
I placed the tip of my finger against her puckered hole, then slid it deep into my mother’s anus with a single stroke.
“Oh my God!” she gasped as I fucked her in both openings. It was seconds before she came and came a second time, screaming my name, writhing and bucking as I pleasured her, finally subsiding into a trembling, moaning state of bliss with that rubbery latex cock still buzzing inside her cunt.
She told me it was one of the best orgasms ever, and then she said it was my turn next.
I took the position she had occupied only seconds before and closed my eyes in anticipation with parted thighs and bum raised high to help her. It was still warm when she put it in me, slowly at first but firmly, sliding it deeper and deeper until I thought it would touch the inside of my tummy. Her hands clutched my buttocks as she began to pump against me, her thighs brushing the back of my legs with each stroke. Ohhhh, it felt so good buzzing and twisting inside me!
I was so keyed up that it was only a minute or so before my mother’s fucking took me over the edge into sweet oblivion yet again. I gasped and cried out and finally passed out through sheer enjoyment, slumping onto my side.
“Come on, my love,” I heard Mom say through a warm, enveloping haze of pleasure, “Your dad will be home in a few minutes.” It seemed only seconds ago that we had been making love for the first time, and here I was naked in my parents’ bed at nearly 9 PM!
She kissed me once more and reminded me that I was still wearing the scent of her luscious cunt. Dad might smell it too, I thought, and reluctantly washed it away, though I left a hint of her on my fingers to get me through the night.
Mother and I are still lovers, and we have no intention of quitting. She is the light of my life, and I of hers.
The End
