by Fantac64
{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in June 2008 }
I suppose I’m not totally surprised at the way things turned out. It was only a matter of time before we went too far in trying to keep our group exciting and adventurous. Our group. That sounds so innocent, and we really are just a group of young women who enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes a little more than that, since we are all at least bisexual.
The problem was, as in most groups, we got tired of doing the same things with the same people. Things were getting stale, and we agreed that it was time to take our fun to a new, bolder level.
That’s when Rachael proposed a sort of “blind man’s bluff” game. Each week one member would be blindfolded, taken somewhere and forced to do something really outrageous. The idea definitely caught fire, and we began to make up rules. We called it “Dare to Bare” and our main rule was that the girl who was selected could always decline to play, but if she declined three times, she wouldn’t be allowed to play the game as a spectator any longer.
The first one to try it was Bernice, who is a very reticent woman. At parties, she is the one that sits quietly, talking to people that approach her, but not venturing out into the crowd.
We took her to the zoo late in the day, after most people had headed for the exit, stripped her naked and took pictures of her in extremely obscene poses in front of several of the exhibits. We got out of there just before the security guards showed up. She was still naked beneath her overcoat when we got back to the house and we took turns having our pictures taken with her, still blindfolded, with our hands all over her and more. Darcy even had her picture taken licking Bernice’s asshole.
I thought sure we’d gone too far, but once Bernice settled down she was smiling, thrilled to bits as she looked at all the pictures. She told us it had been the hottest, sexiest experience of her life. That was when we decided to make this game a regular thing.
When it was Jeanette’s turn, we put her in the back of Diane’s pickup on an air mattress, naked and spread open with her hands and feet tied to the corners of the bed. We put a thin sheet over her but whenever a truck came by, we flipped it off her to show the driver that she was naked. After we did that for awhile, Kacey got down in the truck with her and started eating her cunt whenever one of our targets came by.
I was wishing out loud that we’d brought a big dildo along… and that’s when we started putting together a collection of sex toys, bungee cords, restraint devices, and stuff like that.
So now you know how it got started and why, and the kind of things we were doing.
When my turn came up, I knew my friends would do something really wild to me… because I’d made some of the kinkiest suggestions for our previous games. They had something to prove, and we all knew it.
First I was gagged and blindfolded and led naked to a car, where the whole gang piled in just before we took off. I was kind of nervous, but also excited and very wet.
Wherever we were when they got me out of the car was in an open area because I could smell fresh cut grass. They led me across an open field for a long way and I knew they were taking pictures the whole time. Finally we stopped and I was put on my knees, then my hands were bound behind my back.
My knees were spread wide and a pole or something was placed behind my knees. My legs were then secured to the pole to keep my legs apart. For a minute or so, nothing happened.
Suddenly, I could smell the fragrance of another woman’s sex. My face was pushed into her and I was ordered to eat her cunt.
I’ve had sex with other women many times, so I knew my way around a wet pussy. I licked, sucked, kissed, nibbled and tongue-fucked whoever it was, knowing only that she tasted incredible. I could also tell somehow that she was restrained in the same way that I was.
I knew the instant she came by how her body stiffened beneath mine and the gush of her fluids that flowed over my tongue.
Then I was told to straighten, which I did, and I sensed that she was being moved. I felt her head being placed between my legs, and then I was guided over her warm body into a sixty-nine position. Her tongue brushed my slit and I shivered at the touch. Now we were eating each other’s wet pussies… and I was more sexually excited than I could ever remember being.
Whoever the woman was, she knew what I wanted and what I so desperately needed. Somehow I sensed that this was her first lesbian experience… but her instinct for oral sex was incredible. I hoped that I would find out who my mystery lover was, because I definitely wanted to have her again.
I licked all the way to her anus, probing into her asshole with short, stabbing thrusts of my tongue, then I simply licked up and down her crack as she covered my cunt with her mouth and drank deep of my essence.
As we approached our orgasms, we both became very animated, and when they hit we drove into each other’s cunts with all the intensity we could muster. Then we were coming in unison, our bodies pumping together in a lovely mutual rhythm. Finally we lay together, each gently nuzzling at the other’s sex.
We remained in that position, dazed and lightheaded until I felt someone lift me to my feet. Still naked, I was led across the field again. A few seconds later, I was placed in the car again and driven away.
A short time later, I was taken out of the car and guided indoors, where my blindfold was removed. To my relief, it was Jeannette’s house.
Jeanette gave me back my clothes, then took me up to the bathroom and gave me a towel, and I took a quick shower. I quickly washed, dried myself, dressed then raced downstairs to where the girls waited with the pictures.
They cheered as I walked over to them. Darcy handed me some pictures and I relived the whole crazy incident, gasping as I recognized the grassy space we crossed as the local football field.
The next photo series showed me with the other woman. They were quite graphic and highly detailed. There was very little of my body that hadn’t been photographed including close-ups. At one point, Clarice held her hands up to indicate a touchdown. She said that she did that when my mystery lover and I had our orgasms.
For me, the problem was that not one single picture revealed enough of the other woman for me to identify her, and the girls refused to give me that information except to tell me that it wasn’t any of them.
I was dying to know who this mysterious woman was, but didn’t want to ask in front of everybody. I determined to pump a couple of my friends about her identity sometime later. Anyhow, we finally called it a night and everyone headed for home.
Once there, I was headed for my room when I heard a sound from Mom’s room. I slipped down the hall and peered inside. She was lying on her bed, facing away from me, with just the sheet over her. Her hair was still damp from a recent shower and she seemed to be talking to herself.
“Mom?” I said. “Are you all right?”
She cried out loud, then calmed herself. “Oh my God, you frightened me, honey,” she said.
“Are you all right?” I asked again.
“I… I think so,” she said.
I walked in and sat on the bed behind her, rubbing her shoulders. I could tell she was naked under the sheet and still damp from the shower. “What do you mean you think so?”
“Oh God, honey I don’t know, I just don’t know.”
“Can we talk about it?”
“No, yes, oh God baby, just hold me.”
I wrapped her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body beneath the sheet against my arms. For a second, she was silent, but then I felt a quiver run through her and she began to cry, at first just a little, but then more openly as I held her.
Time after time, I felt a shudder run through her body and all I could do was to hold her and kiss her hair as she sobbed helplessly in my arms. She pressed her head into me, and I kissed her cheek.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked.
“I’m s-so ashamed,” she whimpered.
“Mom, I’ve been ashamed in the past and you’ve always been there for me, to help me get past it. You know that, so let me be there for you now.”
“It’s not that easy,” she said.
“I’m sure it’s not,” I said, “but I’m here with you and I love you. Nothing you’ve said or done could ever take away that love.”
“I’m… I’m such a fool,” she said.
“Oh, stop it. You are not.”
“They just seemed so… so sincere.”
“They? Who is ‘they’?”
“Those… those young women.”
I’m no math whiz… but two plus two was starting to add up to four really fast, and it wasn’t pretty. I felt a shiver race up my spine. Surely the girls wouldn’t have dared…
“Mom, you’re not making any sense,” I murmured, trying to conceal the sudden hammering of my heart.
“They came to the house and said they were with some modeling agency. One of them said she’d seen me at the mall… and she was impressed with how I’d taken care of myself. They said they were shooting a series of pictures for a spread in a magazine to show that being mature didn’t mean you weren’t attractive. You know how hard I’ve worked to keep myself in shape… so I was silly enough that I believed them.”
“What kind of pictures did you pose for?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“At first it was just shorts and tops, bathing suits, and things like that but then… oh God, it happened so fast. They talked me into modeling some new panties and bras, and the next thing I knew, I was naked. Oh my God, how did I let them talk me into that? I was posing for them, without a stitch on… then all of a sudden I had a blindfold slipped over my head and a gag in my mouth. They tied me up, honey. God, they tied me up.”
“Oh, Mom,” I said.
“They put me in a car and took me somewhere. I was terrified, but they kept promising that they wouldn’t hurt me. They said they were sorry they had to do that, but they had to keep the place where they were taking the pictures a secret.”
“So what happened?” I asked, now certain that I already knew.
“They had me lay down with my legs spread open and the next thing I knew… oh, honey, a woman started… licking me. You know… down there. She was licking me… and oh my God, I had one orgasm after another.”
“It’s all right,” I said.
“No,” she said. “It’s not. I tried, but I couldn’t make them stop.”
“I know Mom, but you were gagged and tied up.”
“Honey… oh God, oh God… I’m so ashamed. I didn’t want them to stop. I didn’t want the girl to stop. Not ever. It felt so good. I wanted it, honey. I wanted it so bad.”
“It’s been a long time since you’ve had sex, Mom. That’s all. She just helped you have an orgasm, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“But I did it to her too,” she said. “They took the gag off and put my face between her legs. I didn’t call out for help, I licked her just like she did me — and I loved it. I loved her smell and her taste, and I… I lost control. She made me feel wonderful, too. No lover has ever pleasured me so well. She, um, even licked inside my b-bottom… Oh, baby, it was so lovely, I almost cried when she left.”
“That doesn’t make you bad, Mom,” I said.
“Why didn’t I want her to stop?” she sobbed, “and why do I want more? I’ve never wanted to make love to a woman, and now… now that I know how good it is, I want to do it again and again. I’ve never been so satisfied, and now I’ll n-never even know who she was.” She sniffed, on the verge of tears again. “I c-can’t explain it. We couldn’t see each other, we were both tied up… but we connected somehow.”
What would you do if you could find her?” I asked.
Mom had a dreamy look in her eyes. “I’d make love to her all day and all night… I’d take her to bed with me and, and I’d fuck her.”
Wow… I’d never heard my mother use the word fuck before. “Jesus, Mom!” She was utterly smitten by this woman… a woman that just happened to be me!
I couldn’t let this slide. Even though she was my own mother, I wanted her. I had to tell her the truth.
“Would you know her if she came back?”
“I think so,” she said. “I think I’d remember how she felt… and how she tasted. The way her tongue felt in me. She was such a wonderful lover.”
I took a deep breath. “Mom, the girl you made love to was tricked, too… in a way,” I murmured.
“What? What do you mean?”
“The girls you were talking about are part of a group of girls that get together every week just to have fun. They have a game they play called “Dare to Bare.” Each week a different girl is blindfolded and taken somewhere. They strip her naked and get her to do wild things like walking across a park nude or ride around in the back of a pickup naked with her legs spread out.”
“What…? How on earth do you know this?” she cried.
“Because I’m in the group, Mom,” I said.
“Y-you are?”
“It’s just for fun, Mom. No one gets hurt and we get to do some… some sexy things we could never do on our own. It’s fun being naked in public. I love it.”
“You knew this was being done to me? Your own mother? By this… this club of yours?” She was suddenly outraged.
“That’s the point, Mom,” I explained. “I didn’t know.”
“I don’t understand,” she said.
Deep breath. “Mom, I was the girl making love to you today.”
“You were not,” she said, turning pale.
“Yes, I was, Mom. I didn’t know it was you, because I was blindfolded and tied up myself.”
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered. “It can’t be true.”
“I can prove it if you want,” I said.
I sat up on the bed, slipped a hand under my skirt and into my panties, then slid two fingers into my pussy, rocking them in and out to get myself good and wet. Then I pulled them out and offered them to her. She licked at them, then sucked on them hungrily.
“Mom, it was me, I swear.”
She stared at me. “How could you do that to your own mother?”
“Mom, you’re not paying attention. I didn’t know it was you. I’m bisexual… but I really prefer women. So when they told me to lick you, I just did it. How could I know who you were? You have to believe that I knew nothing about this, Mom.”
“I know,” she said “it’s just that now…” She trailed off into silence.
“What, Mom? Now what?”
“I wanted more. I wanted you to make love to me again. I wanted to make love to you for hours. I remembered your touch, your taste, the feel of your body against mine. I remember the way it felt when you licked me and I… I wanted that again. I wanted more.” A tear slowly rolled down her cheek. “I wanted you.”
I lay quietly next to her, contemplating the sick thoughts I was having. I wanted her too. I wanted to fuck my own mother and I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted her to put on a latex strap-on so she could fuck me hard and deep. I wanted to ride her like a pony, her cock deep in my pussy. I wanted to lick her ass and put my fingers in there.
“So where do we go from here?” I asked. “Do we have the strength to walk away from this, forget it ever happened?”
“I can’t believe I’m even thinking of doing anything else.”
“But you are, Mom, we both are,” I said. “Let’s face it. We both want the same thing.”
“What are you saying, honey?”
“You can have what you want, Mom,” I said.
“What are you saying, honey? Are you saying you want me too?”
“I want to fuck you, Mom,” I said, “and then I want you to love me, too… to take me so high I can’t come down.” I slipped my hand beneath the sheet, touching her warm inner thigh… then letting my index finger lightly tease her cunt.
“Oh God, honey, I want that too… b-but we just can’t. It’s so wrong for so many reasons.”
“What happens in this house is no one’s business but ours,” I said. “I love you, Mom. Really love you — and I want us to be together.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t… we can’t. We just… just can’t do this.”
“I’m sorry too, Mom,” I said, as I got up and trudged sadly to the door, “so very sorry.” Then I left.
I didn’t know whether to cry or stop thinking about it. It didn’t take long to learn that the latter wasn’t ever going to happen, but the tears weren’t a problem. It got dark outside, but I didn’t turn on the light, I just lay there fighting the visions that drove me to one masturbatory orgasm after another. In between, I wallowed in misery. It was all so damned unfair. I’d finally found the lover of my dreams, the woman I wanted for my very own — and it was my own mother!
The house was silent and I felt so alone. I was sure that Mom was lying awake, just like me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go to her. I was afraid she would push me away… and that would only break my heart all over again. My lip trembled, and I began to cry.
I had my back to the door, gazing out into the night… then I felt the side of the bed sink slightly as Mom crawled in next to me.
“Can I just hold you?” she asked.
“I wish you would,” I replied. “It might help me to stop crying, and accept this.”
She held me to her, nuzzling into my hair and kissing my shoulder. “I wish it had never happened,” she said.
“I don’t,” I said. “I’m glad it did… even though it’s killing me to think it will never happen again.”
“I know,” she said. “But when it happened, neither of us had any control over it.”
“I know that,” I said, “but that knowledge isn’t helping me get past wanting you. I feel… all empty inside.”
“Me too,” she said. “I look out the window and I see nothing — and that’s the way I feel right now.”
Neither of us said anything. I finally dropped back to lie on my back, my eyes fixed on the blank ceiling as a tear slipped from my eye, followed by another and another.
“Don’t, honey,” she said, her voice trembling as she held me even tighter. “It won’t help.”
I whipped around to face her, taking her in my arms to bury my face in her shoulder. “I know,” I sobbed, “but I c-can’t stop.”
It hurt me so much when I felt her first tear fall onto my face. We held on so tightly to each other that it was hard to breathe.
“God,” she said. “If only we could lose these memories.”
“No, Mom,” I said. “I don’t ever want to lose them. I don’t want to forget making love to you.”
She tipped my face back and wiped a tear from my eye. “Shelly… kiss me,” she said.
My mouth covered hers… and Mom and I were locked in a gentle kiss that quickly grew increasingly passionate. I felt my mother slowly open up to me like a spring flower.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said, as I reached to fondle her beautiful breast. “I can’t pretend I don’t want this.”
“Oh baby, don’t,” she said. “I can’t stand it.”
I kissed her deeply and let my fingers go lower.
“Shelly, don’t,” she murmured. “I… I won’t be able to stop.”
“I won’t let you stop, Mom,” I said, my heart throbbing as I moved down to take her nipple in my teeth and a few seconds later, my fingertip slipped between her wet lips.
“Oh!” she gasped sharply as I moved through her slit. “Oh, honey, we shouldn’t do this.”
“I want to, Mom,” I said. “I want to.”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered as I moved lower to suck on her nipple and push another finger into her. Nothing she could say or do was going to stop this now. The die was cast… and my mother and I were going to make love.
“Baby, oh my beautiful baby, I need you so much,” she whispered into my hair.
I was much too busy to reply, but my heart melted at her words. I nuzzled my way down Mom’s body to lie between her silky thighs, opening her cunt with my fingers to kiss inside her flower, She tasted divine and I licked and sucked wildly at Mom’s vagina, moving up to nibble on her clitoris until she exploded in a convulsive orgasm. I continued to pleasure her with my mouth, though, until she pushed me away because her clit was too tender.
She lay panting, and I slid up to kiss her. She moaned, her tongue emerging to taste her cunt on my lips and chin.
Then she sat up. “It’s your turn, baby,” she gasped. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to fuck my own daughter.”
“I’m yours, Mom,” I whispered, offering myself up to her. “Take me… make me your slut.”
She rolled me onto my back, raising my knees up to my breasts, where I held them as she plunged her face between my thighs to feast on my cunt. She was licking wildly at the pink flesh, drinking my essence. She ran her tongue up and down my vulva, probed deep inside, me, nibbled at my clit… then did it all over again. For a woman who had just enjoyed her first lesbian experience a couple of hours ago, she had certainly learned how to eat pussy.
Then she stunned me by licking her way down to my ass crack, rimming me beautifully. Then, as I gasped in surprise, Mom thrust two fingers deep into my cunt.
I screamed out my orgasm so loudly that the answering echo rang down the hallway. My body bucked and reared like a crazed stallion, my breath hissing through clenched teeth. Through it all, Mom kept licking my asshole, her fingers plunging in and out of my vagina until I pushed her away, unable to speak.
Mom crawled up to lie with me… and we cuddled in a glorious afterglow that only ended when we fell asleep in each other’s arms. We woke up an hour of so later… and our lovemaking began again.
For the entire night, we shared hungry kisses, went down on each other, fucked like wildcats, explored every inch of one another’s bodies with our hands and mouths and rubbed our cunts together until we finally entwined and let the world slip away. We slept, spooned together like the lovers we now were until the warmth of the morning sun forced us to open our eyes.
“Good morning, Mom,” I sighed, as I kissed her awake. “Thank you for coming to me last night. You made my dream come true.”
She smiled and kissed me with passion several times. “Mine, too, baby,” she said, “I’m so happy!”
I was silent for a few seconds, so she reached over to stroke my hair.
“What are you thinking about, honey?”” she asked.
“What? Oh nothing,” I said. “Well, actually, I was just wondering where I could get a strap-on cock today.”
“A what?“ she gasped.
“A strap-on,” I said. “I want you to fuck me with it, that’s all.”
“Well, we can’t have you disappointed, now, can we?” she said. “I’d love to fuck you… and I’ll want you to do me, too.”
“Oh my God,” I said. “that would be so awesome.”
“Then let’s go shopping,” she said.
“What day of the week is it, anyway?” I asked.
She giggled and kissed me again. “It’s the day between Surprise and Forever,” she said.
“Is that a work day?” I asked.
“Is it on the calendar?” she asked. “If you don’t see it on the calendar, it’s not a work day.”
“So we have all day to do whatever we want,” I said.
“Anything and everything,” she said, tracing a finger along my bare thigh. “After all, we have a lot to discover about each other.”
I smiled, moving on top of her naked body. “Oh, Mom… I think I’m the happiest woman in the world.”
“Second happiest,” my mother said… and she wrapped her arms around my back and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.
That was a year ago. Mom and I are still together. We are lovers, blood relations and best friends… and the sex we share is still amazing. My advice to lesbians all over the word is this: if you love your mother, do everything you can to make your relationship physical. It’s the most incredible experience you’ll ever know.
The End
