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A Daughter’s Seduction, Part One

  • Posted on April 30, 2015 at 8:44 am

By JetBoy

My name is Connie. I am a single mother with a fourteen-year-old daughter named Becky.

I know and have known for a long time that I am sexually attracted to young girls, and have spent many late night hours pleasuring myself to fantasies of cute, nubile preteens. I had a large collection of lesbian pornography on my computer, nearly all of it featuring girls… especially erotic stories and photos of them engaged in love play with older women, which never failed to make me hot.

I suppose it was inevitable that one day I would find myself aroused at the sight of my own child… and sure enough, I was soon experiencing a strong sexual hunger for Becky, especially those times when she was in shorts or a skirt, exposing her lovely legs. Once in a while I got a glimpse of her in the nude, a sight that always left me dizzy with desire.

Before long, Becky was finding her way into my masturbation fantasies… and I brought myself to orgasm many times while imagining the two of us, naked and in bed together, sharing our bodies as lovers do.

Of course, I never dared to act on my taboo desires, settling instead for collecting dozens of lesbian mother/daughter stories from the internet, which I stashed in a large file with the rest of the erotica on my computer. But then one day, while she and I were spending a day at our cabin in the hills, my girl Becky took the initiative that changed our relationship forever.

We were sharing a large blanket in the back yard behind the cabin, taking the sun. I wore a scandalously small bikini, and Becky was in a two piece swimsuit that revealed enough of her lithe body to have me tingling all over. I was toying with the notion of slipping indoors for a short while to indulge in a little furtive masturbation.

It was then that Becky suddenly broke into my reverie by sitting up, studying me for a moment and declaring, “You need some more oil on your back, Mommy. Want me to put it on for you?”

Delighted, I replied, “Aw… that’s sweet of you, hon.” I felt a prickle of excitement at the thought of Becky touching my bare skin.

She knelt beside me, squirted a generous shot of coconut-scented oil into her hands and vigorously rubbed them together, then got to work on my upper back and shoulders.

Her touch felt wonderful. I allowed my imagination to drift and my illicit desires to come forth… image following lewd image like X-rated flashcards in my mind:

My naked daughter, proudly displaying her body to me, cupping her slight breasts with both hands.

The two of us locked in a lover’s embrace, our mouths crushed together in a soul kiss, her legs wrapped around my ass.

My face buried between her thin thighs, Becky’s fingers tangled in my hair as I licked my baby’s bare slit.

Becky and I gently entangled, bodies flushed and glistening in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

These visions battered my consciousness, taunted me, made me want things I shouldn’t.

My craving only intensified when I felt Becky’s hands move down my slippery body to cup my buttocks. The suit I wore didn’t cover much of me, so there was plenty for her to touch… and touch she did. I felt warm, thick fluids oozing from me, and prayed that my daughter wouldn’t see the evidence of arousal through those thin bikini bottoms.

I was taken aback when Becky asked me to turn over, but hesitantly did as she said… and as I settled onto the blanket, she reached to pop open the front clasp of my bikini top, baring my breasts.

I was shocked and, truth be told, more than a little bit thrilled to be topless in front of my daughter. There was something in my baby’s smile that told me as clear as day how much she hadwanted to do that, to undress me. And that was when I really began to get excited…

As I watched Becky through my sunglasses, losing myself in a mixture of confusion and sexual heat, she poured more oil into her hands and worked it into my shoulders, kneading the muscles… then slowly, carefully, her hands slid down to cover my breasts.

I knew that I should stop her, but didn’t — I couldn’t!

She wasn’t just anointing my breasts, either – she was caressing them, teasing my nipples with her oil-coated fingers. It seemed too crazy for words, but I could read desire in Becky’s eyes as she felt me up. I couldn’t help but moan, overcome by my baby’s touch… and when she smiled, I knew that she’d planned for me to respond that way.

I was quivering inside, heart pounding like a locomotive. Was my adolescent daughter really coming on to me? Could this truly be happening?

She slowly worked her way down to my bikini bottoms, rubbing the sweet-scented oil into my tummy. My pussy was so wet that I was certain Becky could see it through my suit by now.

Then my daughter grasped the waistband of my swimsuit. “Raise your bottom, Mommy,” she cooed, gently tugging at the barely-there bikini.

I knew what I should have done right then: sit up and ask my daughter just what the hell she was up to, and stop this insane thing that was happening between us before I completely lost control. But I didn’t. God help me, I wanted Becky to undress me, needed my baby to see me naked.

Without a word I lifted my pelvis… and with a little squeak of delight Becky slipped my suit down and off. Now completely nude, my pulse racing, I waited to see what my little girl would do.

She began to work the oil into my legs, starting just above the knees and moving slowly upward. I whimpered as her fingers caressed the soft skin of my inner thighs, mere inches from my aching sex. I could no longer conceal my arousal, breathing, “Oh, m-my angel… oh, yessss,” as my body shivered and twitched on the blanket, made helpless by my daughter’s touch.

Then Becky placed a hand on my vulva, and I inhaled sharply. She only giggled. “Oooh, Mommy… you’re all sticky. And warm!”

I couldn’t respond… but then, at that instant, my lips were incapable of shaping words. I could only gape at my child in disbelief.

Then Becky drew her hand away… except for one finger that she slowly, oh God so slowly trailed down the length of my slit. Trembling from head to toe, I whispered “Honey…”

And with that, my baby pushed two fingers inside me, penetrating me right up to her third knuckles with a single stroke.

I came instantly, emitting a strangled cry while a jolt of pleasure surged though my body like a blast of electrical current. My hands clutched helplessly at the blanket while my baby’s wonderful fingers squirmed about inside me, driving my ecstasy to unimaginable heights.

Finally I lay panting, exquisite tinglings still rippling through me as Becky withdrew her hand from between my quivering thighs. I opened my eyes in time to see my daughter bringing those wet fingers to her lips. I couldn’t say a word… just stared as she sucked them into her mouth, tasting my essence. She grinned. “Yum…”

Then her expression became soft, dreamy. She reached behind to untie her bikini top and let it fall to the ground, revealing budding breasts, then stood to slip her bottoms down to her feet and step out of them.

Now naked, she knelt beside me, reaching out to take off my sunglasses. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her eyes warm with adoration… and she bent to kiss me.

Becky’s soft mouth brushed against mine in a very tantalizing way… then her tongue slipped between my parted lips, and the kiss became heated and passionate.

Believe it or not, that instant was when it hit me with blinding clarity: my fourteen-year-old daughter was making love to me! As I saw it, the way Becky had undressed me and fingered my cunt could be chalked up to girlish experimentation… perhaps even a young teen’s natural curiosity about the body of a grown woman. But this ardent French kiss left no room for doubt about what my daughter really wanted.

I’d given birth to Becky… nursed, diapered, comforted, amused, taught and disciplined her. Now at the threshold of womanhood, she was giving me the most precious of gifts: herself.

I knew that what we were doing was wrong, I really did… but Becky had been my most secret, most obsessive desire for at least a year, and the knowledge that she wanted me as well was too much for my morality to overcome. All I could think about was the joy that she and I could share as lovers… how much closer this new relationship might bring us. Furthermore, it was obvious that Becky had done this kind of thing before, and knowing that my baby was experienced in sapphic love made me all the more eager to explore forbidden pleasures with her.

I began to respond to my daughter’s kiss, my own tongue shyly emerging to meet hers. Soon enough Becky and I were kissing hungrily, losing ourselves in the delicious madness of incest. I had never been so sexually excited in my life.

She climbed on top of me, her mouth never leaving mine. We continued to share hungry kisses, our oiled bodies sliding and slipping together. She wedged a hand between us to grope my breasts, her palm gliding over my aching nipples. I moaned into her mouth.

Becky drew away from me to whisper, “Touch me, Mommy.”

How could I resist such a sweet invitation? My hands were resting lightly on my little girl’s back, and I let them slowly glide down to fondle her pert little bottom. Hungry for more, my fingers stole between her cheeks, lightly stroking the cleft of her anus. She hummed with pleasure, both her hands covering my breasts now.

My fingers traveled down even further between my baby’s thighs, seeking her lightly-downed slit. She was moist there, and my heart hammered frantically as I allowed the tip of my index finger to slip inside her.

Becky tore her mouth from mine, gasping, “Oh! Oh Mommy yes, that feels so n-nice…”

I continued to press my probing digit into my daughter’s body, feeling her writhe against me, panting furiously. I expected to meet the barrier of Becky’s hymen… so I was surprised when my finger slid all the way into her vagina. My head spun at the realization that my little girl was no longer a virgin… but then again, she had clearly engaged in sexual activity before today. Dazed, I wondered if a boy or another girl had been her first lover.

My finger rolled around inside Becky’s pussy as I touched my child in a wonderful new way. She was trembling while I pleasured her, eyes closed, a look of absolute bliss on her face, whispering “I love you, Mommy. I love you”

“I love you too, angel!” I gasped, then withdrew my finger from the warmth of Becky’s body. Her eyes flew open, but I shushed her with a smile and a tender kiss. I rolled the two of us over, gently placing Becky onto her back. My lust was now at a peak… and I needed, more than anything, to taste my daughter.

I caressed her face, gazing down at my child adoringly. Had any mother ever been so blessed, so loved? Our mouths met again for a brief but luscious moment, then I trailed my lips down to my baby’s neck, nibbling at her angel-soft skin. Becky was purring like a contented kitten as I pressed a kiss into the hollow of her throat, then moved down further still.

Her barely-there breasts and taut nipples delighted me… and Becky moaned as I took one into my mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. My daughter gently rocked from side to side, cradling my head to her chest, her heart racing almost audibly. I began to lavish attention on her other nipple. “Oh,” she breathed, holding me close. “Oh.”

Wriggling my way down Becky’s body, I licked a path to her belly button… so adorable. I teased it with a flashing probe of the tongue, and she squealed with delight, another surge of pleasure coursing through her limbs.

I was a woman on fire, trembling with desire for my girl as I reached the ultimate destination. I lay between Becky’s legs, staring enthralled at the pink treasure of her vagina.

I had enjoyed my fair share of lovers by age 35, but the sight of my daughter’s glistening sex aroused me more than I imagined possible. My hands rested on her thighs as I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of Becky’s excitement. My mouth watered to taste her… and I closed my eyes, lowering my face to her slit.

My daughter whimpered as my tongue emerged to take that first luxurious lick. She tasted wonderful… and I closed my eyes as I licked her again. Becky moaned, her trembling hands holding my head, then breathed, “God, Mommy… that’s so… so…”

Suddenly ravenous for her, I burrowed my face between Becky’s thighs, cupped her bottom in my hands and took her cunt into my mouth, licking and sucking at her as if I wanted to draw her into me completely. I couldn’t believe that this was real, that I was living out my most forbidden desire — going down on my own fourteen-year-old daughter!

Drunk on lust, I made love to Becky in a helpless frenzy… pleasuring her with everything there was to give, showing my child just how desperately I craved her body, her sex, her self.

Suddenly she bucked wildly and cried out, her voice filled with the sweet, sweet pain of climax as she came in my mouth. The music of her ecstasy only spurred me on, though… and I kissed and tongued my daughter’s pussy until she could stand no more, finally pushing my face away with clumsy hands.

She exhaled deeply, relaxing back into the embrace of our rumpled blanket… and I continued to lightly kiss and nuzzle her thighs and her soft tummy, finally crawling up to take this naked angel into my arms. I could feel Becky’s heart throb as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face.

Her arms slowly enfolded me, and she rested a warm cheek against my breast. “Wow,” she whispered, “that was so… awesome!”

I gently tilted her face up to mine. “I love you, honey,” I murmured, “more than anyone or anything. You are the world to me.”

Becky grinned wickedly. “Mmmm, Mommy… I love you too.” She shook her head in wonderment. “Jeez, that was even hotter than I imagined it would be!”

I narrowed my gaze. “So, little one,” I murmured, “that was wonderful and all, but – well, what just happened? Why did you… come on to me like that? I am your mother, after all.”

And Becky giggled. “Well… I kinda started to notice a few months ago how you look at me, especially when I’m in my undies or, um, not wearing much.”

I felt my face grow hot. Busted…

She continued. “And then… well, I found all those sex stories and pictures of girls on your computer.” She smiled wryly. “You don’t hide files very well, Mommy.”

Stunned, I lay back, staring up at the sky.

“So, well, I kinda read some of the stories… the ones about moms and daughters fooling around with each other… and I guess I, um, sort of figured things out.”

I raised myself up on one elbow. “What did you figure out, sweetheart? ” I asked quietly, needing to hear it from her lips.

Becky was suddenly shy, unable to meet my gaze. “Well… that you think of me like that, Mommy… that you wanted for us to, to, m-make love.”

I reached for her hand. “And… how did that make you feel?”

“It made me feel hot!” she admitted. “I… I even touched myself, my pussy, while I was reading.”

“Oh, my,” I breathed, feeling warm all over as I pictured my baby, a hand inside her panties, fingering herself as she read steamy tales of mother/daughter love.

“I like girls, too, Mommy,” she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder. “Me and Cheryl have kissed and made out and, um, other stuff… lots of times!”

“Oh, my,” I said again. Cheryl was Becky’s best friend, a little red-haired cutie who I had fantasized about more than once when getting myself off. I was thrilled to know that she and my daughter were lovers.

Becky continued. “So when I figured out that you wanted to do those things with me… well, it made me kinda want to do them with you, too.” She giggled. “So I did! I was a little scared, though.”

“Of me being… angry with you?”

She nodded her head. “Yeah.”

“Well, I am definitely not angry.” I murmured, wrapping my arms around my baby, hugging her close. “Thank you, sweetheart… thank you for loving me like that. You’ve… made me very happy.”

Becky raised her face to mine, her eyes now smoldering with a renewed desire. “I’m happy too, Mommy.”

Our lips met, brushing together gently… then our mouths joined in a fierce, passionate kiss. Becky pressed her leg into my sticky sex as our tongues danced a wild tango of love.

I gently pulled away. “Let’s go inside, honey. We can take a shower together, then you and I will go to bed and make love again.”

“Mmmm… sounds great!” Becky chirped.

And that’s exactly what we did. We had a wonderful time soaping up each other’s bodies in the shower, pausing often for hot kisses. Then we toweled one another dry, and Becky raced into my room to hurl herself onto the bed, bouncing happily as she waited for me.

I lay down next to her in the cool sheets, and she immediately crushed her mouth to mine with a fervor that had my head reeling.

Then in a flash, she was on her knees beside me. “I want to lick you now, Mommy,” she whispered.

How could I say no? I parted my legs for her, and Becky crawled between them to lie on her tummy, her face inches from my cunt. She reached out to tease my labia with her fingers, then smiled when I moaned at her touch.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Mommy,” she sighed. She licked her lips in the sexiest way imaginable, her eyes never leaving mine… then she slowly lowered her face between my thighs, pressing a warm, wet kiss into my vulva before she began to explore me with her tongue.

We made love for the whole afternoon… celebrating each other’s bodies, lost in the pleasures that only two females can share. My daughter and I kissed again and again, touched and tasted, learned what pleased each other best. We knew that our life together had changed forever — and for the better!

Three years later, Becky and I are still intimate. We sleep in the same bed, and our sex life is incredible. I don’t know how long this relationship is fated to last, but every minute we’ve shared as lovers has been a gift.

Continue on to Part Two

 

Tempting Her Mommy

  • Posted on April 29, 2015 at 12:15 pm

By JetBoy

Evelyn stepped from her shower into the cool air of the bathroom, still yawning as she fumbled for a towel.

The banging of the shower door woke her daughter Cyndi. She struggled sleepily out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. “Morning, Mommy.”

“Morning, honey.” Evelyn smiled wearily at her daughter as she dried herself. Replacing the towel on the rack, she padded into her room.

Cyndi followed her naked mother into the bedroom, where Evelyn selected a pair of panties from her dresser drawer, then stepped into them. The thirteen-year-old studied her mother, admiring the woman’s shapely form. “You’re so beautiful, Mommy…”

“Thanks, darling… Here, fasten my bra, will you?”

“Oh, before I forget, I need to use your computer to do some research… I want to get a head start on my English assignment for next week,” Cyndi murmured, furrowing her brow slightly as she carefully hooked her mother’s bra.

“Good girl!” Evelyn held up two hangers for her daughter’s appraisal. “So, honey… skirt or pants?”

“Go with the skirt, Mommy. It shows off your legs!”

And freezes my buns off when I go outside… but I think you’re right, it does look better.” She hung the pants back in the closet, then laid the skirt on the bed. “Go on, honey… take your shower now.”

“Okay.” Cyndi crossed her arms and hitched her nightie up over her head, where it got caught because she’d neglected to undo the buttons at the front. “Oh… damn!” she swore, stamping her foot impatiently as she struggled to pull her arms out of the long sleeves and free her head.

Evelyn stopped in mid-motion as she slipped a foot into her pantyhose, watching her daughter struggling with the nightie. She was naked underneath, and Evelyn took the opportunity to admire her child’s bare body without having to pretend she wasn’t looking.

Beautiful, Evelyn thought. God, she’s growing into a lovely woman. Just… beautiful!

“Mommyyyy… help! If you’re laughing at me…!”

“Hold still, for God’s sake,” Evelyn grumbled as she grabbed hold of the garment. She reached for the top button on the neckline and undid it with a flick of her thumb. “There!” She grasped the hem of the girl’s nightie, pulling it up and off. Cyndi growled in frustration, shaking her hair to take out some of the tangles.

Evelyn gave her daughter a playful slap on her bare bottom. “Get out of here, you, or you’ll make me late!”

“Hey, watch it with the hand,” Cyndi protested, but with a smile. She rubbed her bottom, then stuck her tongue out at her mother.

“Another one’s on the way, too… if you don’t beat it and let me finish dressing.”

Cyndi grinned and scampered for the shower cubicle.

Nice butt, too, thought Evelyn… then shook her head, as if to dispel such an unmotherly thought. With a sigh she picked up the discarded pantyhose and, once again, began to wriggle into them.

*****

With an empty house, homework finished and time on her hands, Cyndi headed for her mother’s computer after a quick snack.

Once logged on, she began to search through her mother’s files. Hmmm… any sexy stuff here? she wondered as she clicked in and out of various folders.

Right away, she found her mother’s collection of erotic fiction, stashed in a folder named “Stories.” Reeeeal smart, Mommy, she thought, rolling her eyes. Then she eagerly rubbed her hands together, opened up the first story and began to read.

Minutes later, Cyndi was staring at the monitor in shock. Every story in her mother’s file seemed to be about lesbian sex — and the lion’s share of them were tales of older women with teenage, even preteen girls.

Cyndi sat motionless, stunned by her discovery. Not only was her mother interested in lesbianism, it looked as if she was into young girls as well!

Next to the “Stories” folder was another one marked “Pictures.” Hmmm… I wonder, she pondered, then moved the mouse to click on it.

Her eyes widened as a gallery of photos filled the screen, every one depicting female nudity… and nearly all of them featuring two or more women having sex. There were a few solo shots, but the overwhelming majority of these pictures were of lesbian lovers.

Cyndi’s pulse throbbed as she slowly scrolled through them, catching glimpses of women engaging in all kinds of love play together. She paused, breathing “Oh, wow,” at a photo of a teenage girl, her mouth fastened to an older woman’s pussy.

Cyndi had never given much thought to lesbian love before — at least, not in any way that impacted her personally. She had to admit, though, that these photos were really hot. Come to think of it, some of the stories had made her feel uncomfortably tingly too.

So… her mother was interested in lesbian sex. It didn’t mean she was gay, though — did it? She had been married, after all, they’d had a child together, and Cyndi was certain that her mom had loved her father.

Dad had died of a sudden heart attack three years earlier, and her mother hadn’t so much as gone on a date even since. She’d always assumed that her mom missed her father too much to begin a new relationship with a man just yet… but this enormous collection of lesbian erotica told a very different story.

Cyndi nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip, intrigued yet puzzled by the mystery she had uncovered. Finally, she shrugged. Oh well, let’s get this stuff copied… I can check it out later.

Taking out a blank disc, she inserted it into her mother’s computer and began copying files.

*****

Cyndi paraded across the family room and headed for the kitchen, dressed in brief bikini panties and a t-shirt that was old, too tight, and too short. Evelyn watched her with interest, admiring her daughter’s youthful skin and slim limbs.

Lovely child, she mused. The girl was becoming more attractive every day — sexy, even. Her legs were lithe and lovely, and her breasts were just beginning to ripen deliciously. What a desirable creature she was…

Tightening her jaw, Evelyn forced herself back to her magazine, acutely conscious of a tingling between her thighs. A flash of desperation shot through her. Desirable. Why had that word popped into her head? Why couldn’t she stop having these thoughts about her own daughter?

*****

For the third time that evening, Cyndi started a slide show of pictures on her laptop. They seemed to get more exciting every time she looked. There was something so soft and sweet about women making love. At the same time, there was a wildness, a raw heat to many of these photos that made them especially sexy.

A click of the mouse, and she started to read a story from her mother’s collection. This one was about a girl named Allie, her best friend Vicki, and a hot night of sex they shared.

Wow, that sounds like fun. I wonder if I should try that with one of my friends?

As she read through another story, Cyndi found herself thinking, once again, about her mother’s sex life.

Mommy was married to Daddy, but she also likes these stories. That must mean she’s bisexual. She nodded thoughtfully. Yeah, that must be it. Guess she’s really into younger women, too. 

Cyndi tried to picture her mother naked, making love to a cute teenage girl. It was a strange thing to imagine, but something about it made her tummy feel all warm inside.

Suddenly she heard her mother coming, and quickly killed the screen.

Evelyn appeared at the door. “That’s enough studying for one night, hon. Time to turn in, okay?” She disappeared.

“Okay. Hey, wait up a second.” She quickly shut down the computer and scrambled off her bed. Evelyn had paused just outside Cyndi’s room, and the young girl approached her with a sweet smile on her lips.

“I love you, Mommy,” she said, giving her mom a hug. She reached up to place a kiss on Evelyn’s cheek, then, on some odd impulse she didn’t understand herself, kissed her once more — this time on the mouth.

Cyndi’s lips brushed, then lingered against Evelyn’s… and her mother seemed to respond for a heartbeat until, somewhat flustered, she pulled away.

“What was that about, honey?” Evelyn asked, a strange expression on her face.

Why had she done that? Cyndi wasn’t even sure. Thinking quickly, she replied with a shy smile, “Um… well, I just thought I’d give you a, a grownup kiss, Mommy… like on TV.”

“Oh!” Evelyn stood there for a moment. “Why, thank you, dear, that… that was sweet of you.” She bent slightly to give her daughter a gentle peck before pulling away, her heart racing. “Let’s wash up and get to bed now,” she murmured, then continued down the hall on trembling legs.

Cyndi’s own heart thrummed frantically as she turned away and, in a daze, headed for her bathroom. “That was beautiful,” she whispered to herself.

She touched her lips in awe. Wow… I like kissing Mommy like that… wonder if she’d let me do it again? 

*****

That kiss lingered in Evelyn’s mind, tantalizing her as she tried to sleep. Dear Cyndi. So innocent, kissing me like that. If only… 

“No,” she whispered to the dark room. “Don’t even think it. Don’t!”

But it was so lovely, so sweet. I’m still wet from remembering it.

“Go to sleep, damn it,” she muttered, turning onto her side.

Slumber finally came… she dreamed of Cyndi, naked in her arms. And she was happy.

*****

Three nights later… four-fifteen in the morning. Evelyn leaned against the door frame of her daughter’s bedroom, watching her sleep. Cyndi was sprawled across the tangled sheet, completely nude.

That’s the second time this week she’s done that. Sure, the weather’s warm enough, but my guess is that there’s more to it… 

Heart throbbing, she slipped a hand under her own top to lightly brush an erect nipple with her fingertips.

She does it because it makes her feel sexy, I’ll bet.

And where did she discover that sexiness? One minute she’s young and girlish, the next she’s wise beyond her years.

Evelyn ran her eyes lovingly across Cyndi’s body. Her legs were long and lithe, her frame elegant… and her budding breasts were flawless, topped with rosy nipples. She had never known a more beautiful girl.

That bottom of hers! The boys are taken with it, I’m sure. Well, angel, your mommy likes it, too. She gazed at its enticing roundness, wishing for a peek between her pert buttocks, at the cleft of Cyndi’s anus.

I’d love to get my lips on those soft cheeks — kiss them, spread them apart and lick her there, bury my tongue in her crack… 

She sighed. At least she had finally admitted to herself that, despite her attempts to resist these feelings, she was sexually attracted to Cyndi. Her own daughter. And she was so damned young, too. Nothing got Evelyn hotter than the sight of a sexy young woman, she knew that… but how could she be feeling lustful impulses for a thirteen year old girl?

The real barrier for Evelyn, though, was that of incest. The ultimate taboo.

She sighed. I can think it all through, and admit my feelings for my own little girl without having a complete meltdown. But I still can’t have her, not the way I want…

She went to bed lonely, cruelly taunted by fantasies of undressing her child. Of caressing her flowering body, exploring every inch of her with loving hands. Of kissing her, gently at first, then passionately, the way that real lovers do. Of tasting her soft, sweet skin. Of lying between Cyndi’s trembling thighs, nuzzling the girl’s sex. Of her daughter’s eyes, filled with wonder, gazing down at her mother as Evelyn took that first loving lick…

And then she was masturbating, palming her throbbing cunt to visions of her body tangled with Cyndi’s, mother and child sharing love in a wonderful new way. Evelyn panted as she probed herself with two fingers, pressing the heel of her hand against an inflamed clitoris.

When Evelyn came, it was positively cataclysmic. She bucked frantically on the bed as bolts of pleasure flashed and sizzled through every inch of her frame.

Finally she lay exhausted, hands trembling as she wept, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow to muffle her sobs.

*****

Three nights later, Cyndi listened attentively as her mother made final preparations for bed. She was so warm all over, desperate for sexual relief. It was a feeling that would have been foreign to her a couple of weeks earlier. Now that she knew the delights she could achieve with her body, she had developed an voracious appetite for masturbation. It was a hunger that was hard to ignore for very long…

She traced a pattern across her chest and tummy with her fingers while she waited for the click of her mother’s light. When it came, she waited a while longer for Evelyn to fall asleep. A gentle brushing of her nipples and a caress between her legs every now and then helped to keep her arousal sharp.

She loved it. The softness of her skin, the sound of her own breath, the tightening of her nipples and how sensitive they became, the wetness of her pussy, the way it squished moistly as she fingered herself — it was all part of the journey. She’d decided by now that the anticipation and buildup were almost as good as the final destination of climax.

Cyndi rolled over and stuffed a pillow between her legs, rubbing her vulva along its seam. She loved being naked, loved feeling the cool caress of the bedsheets against her skin. So many of the things Cyndi did these days took on a sexual aspect. And after days of perusing the lesbian stories her mother enjoyed, she was more or less sold on the idea of making love to another girl before giving up her virginity to a boy.

And she couldn’t stop thinking about her mother, the way that she was so into young girls! One of Cyndi’s favorite new masturbation fantasies was imagining her mom making love to different girls from her school. Right now she visualized Evelyn with her friend Pam, a cute redhead.

They were both naked, French kissing each other, and her mother was cupping Pam’s bottom…

Cyndi fondled her moist slit, quickly coating her fingers with the sticky evidence of her arousal. Bringing her hand to her lips, she eagerly sucked at her fingertips, moaning softly as she tasted herself. In her mind, she pictured Pam leaning close to lick at her mother’s nipple, then take it into her mouth…

A tiny sound, the hint of a sob wafted down the hallway, causing her to pause her fingering and listen intently. There was nothing for a few seconds, and then it came again, the barely audible sound, slightly louder this time.

Oh… Mommy’s crying.

Erotic fantasies forgotten, she eased off the bed, still naked, and crept down the hall to her mother’s door. The room was bathed in the soft yellow glow from a bedside touch-lamp at its lowest setting. Her mother was curled up, face buried in a pillow, wearing only skimpy panties and a t-shirt.

From the darkened hallway, Cyndi watched Evelyn stretch out on her back, a pillow clutched to her chest. The dim light illuminated parts of her body and hid other parts in shadow, enhancing her beauty and creating a most erotic effect.

There was another sigh from underneath the pillow, and Evelyn pulled it away. Her eyes and cheeks shone with moisture from tears smeared across her face. She tucked the pillow behind her and lay quietly, staring at the ceiling, trying to compose herself.

Another lonely night, she thought. She rolled onto her side, pressing a hand to her lips as another tear slowly trailed down her cheek. Why? Why does it have to be this way? 

“Mommy, don’t cry.”

Evelyn gasped in surprise, her eyes snapping open. But before she could speak, Cyndi was in her arms and kissing her. It was a gentle, loving kiss, lips barely touching at first — but as their bodies pressed together, the girl’s mouth lingered against hers for a few extra seconds before breaking away.

“Oh, honey,” Evelyn whispered. She held her daughter closer, head spinning. “T-thank you, dear. I’m okay. Just feeling a little bit lonely tonight, I guess.” She stroked her child’s hair lovingly, allowing her fingers to travel down the smoothness of her bare back, almost to Cyndi’s adorable bottom.

Suddenly, Evelyn froze in shock. Oh, my GOD… she’s naked!   

Meanwhile, Cyndi’s heart throbbed as she lay in her mother’s embrace, lips still tingling from their kiss, her mind reeling with a sudden revelation.

Now… now at last she understood the true meaning of all the fantasies about her mother she’d enjoyed over the last two weeks.

Cyndi now realized what she really wanted… had wanted, without even knowing it.

Then and there, she made a decision.

She lifted her head and gazed deep into her mother’s eyes, then leaned down to kiss her again.

For a moment, their mouths brushed together lovingly. Slowly, Cyndi made the kiss more active, more intense. Dizzy with excitement, the young girl parted her lips and pushed her tongue into her mother’s mouth.

It was her first French kiss… and it was wonderful.

“No!” Evelyn gasped, breaking away. “Cyndi, you can’t...”

Cyndi stopped the protest with a finger to her mother’s lips. “I want to, Mommy,” she whispered, her eyes alight with love. She closed the gap and kissed Evelyn again. “I want to…”

There was no hesitation. It began gently, a tender kiss that gradually became a passionate one. Cyndi swung a leg across Evelyn’s thigh to get a better position, cradling her mother’s face as she kissed her like a lover.

Evelyn tried her best to resist, to say no — but this helpless desire for her daughter could no longer be denied.

She found herself returning Cyndi’s affection measure for measure, her own tongue emerging to join the loveplay. Their mouths parted further, and their kiss grew increasingly hot and hungry.

They parted slowly, tiny pecks interspersed with tongues teasing, flicking.

“We shouldn’t be doing this… I shouldn’t be…” Evelyn murmured helplessly as she rolled her naked child back onto the sheet and hovered over her on all fours, kissing the nape of the girl’s neck.

“But you like it.” Cyndi smiled, her eyes dancing. “And I love it!” She reached up and pulled her mother down into her arms. “Let’s make out, Mommy.”

Evelyn hugged her tightly. Their hands traced patterns across smooth skin as they nuzzled one another like lovebirds. Within minutes the kissing began again, this time with even more urgency as they rolled back and forth across the bed.

“Touch me,” Cyndi whispered. She nibbled at her mother’s ear, pressing her sex against the older woman’s leg. “Touch me down there, Mommy!”

The invitation burned in Evelyn’s brain, igniting a fire of love and passion that overwhelmed any feeble cries of protest that still lingered in her mind.

“Like this?” she asked as she ran a finger delicately between Cyndi’s legs, through the girl’s barely downed slit.

“Yesss…!“ Cyndi gasped.

Evelyn bent down to trail kisses over her daughter’s chest, stopping at each breast in turn… continuing up to her neck and shoulders, then down again to the hard, erect nipples that were so inviting. While her mouth enveloped a budding young breast, she slipped the tip of a finger between Cyndi’s moist labia, awed by how wet her daughter’s pussy had become.

She teased Cyndi’s clitoris with her thumb, brushing it delicately at first. Then her caresses grew firmer, more demanding; she grazed the girl’s nipple with her teeth, and…

Cyndi came with a choked cry.

Evelyn watched in wonder as the little girl she birthed thirteen years ago tensed and cried out, her body shuddering frantically in orgasm, finally slowing, relaxing.

Smiling weakly, Cyndi turned her head to focus for a moment on her mother. Her eyes took on a deep, dreamy look as she smiled lovingly at Evelyn.

“My sweet Cyndi… I love you so much.” Evelyn covered her daughter’s face with kisses.

Cyndi wrapped her thin arms around her mother, hugging the older woman tightly as her pounding heart slowed to its normal rhythm. Then she lay back, her warm hands on Evelyn’s face, gazing at her mother with adoring eyes.

“I love you too,” Cyndi sighed happily, drawing Evelyn’s face down to hers for a kiss. Her tongue plunged into her mother’s mouth, and Evelyn moaned. They kissed hotly for a long time, then Cyndi rolled the older woman over onto her back. “Mommy…” she breathed, “I want to make you feel good now.”

Evelyn knew that she should stop this before it went any further, but she was on fire, her cunt throbbing with need. She had never wanted to be loved so desperately in her life.

Cyndi didn’t give her a chance to back out, either — just grabbed at the bottom of her t-shirt and tugged. Evelyn raised herself up enough for her daughter to help her out of the thin top, baring her breasts.

“Now your panties, Mommy,” Cyndi cooed, reaching for the waistband of Evelyn’s cotton underwear.

Helpless in the face of her sexual hunger, the older woman lifted her hips, and Cyndi quickly slid her mother’s panties down and off. Head spinning with anticipation, Evelyn lay back on the bed, legs parted for her daughter.

Without hesitation, Cyndi dipped her head and took one of Evelyn’s nipples into her soft, sweet mouth. Evelyn gasped… Oh that’s so good…   

Cyndi began to caress her mother’s firm thighs, her hips, her tummy… fanning Evelyn’s lust like a flame. The young girl’s fingers danced and lightly brushed all around her mom’s lower half, without touching her where she was desperate to be touched. A tortured moan issued from Evelyn’s lips. Only thirteen, and she knows how to tease.    

Cyndi licked and sucked at her breasts, switching from one to the other. The heat of her daughter’s mouth enveloping her nipples had Evelyn panting furiously. She needed to be touched between her thighs, ached to feel the girl’s fingers in her dripping cunt — but Cyndi tantalizingly held back. Finally, Evelyn could stand no more. Seizing her child’s wrist, she drew Cyndi’s hand into her crotch, pressing it to her aching pussy…

…and when her loving daughter immediately plunged two fingers into her, Evelyn cried out loud, clutching the sheets with white-knuckled hands as an orgasm more powerful than any she had ever known before came crashing down. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth, body shuddering, out of control.

Cyndi fingered her hard and fast, rubbing her face against her mother’s heaving breasts, licking and biting them as her mother sobbed with pleasure. Finally, Evelyn grabbed her daughter’s pumping wrist. “S-s-stop, baby,” she gasped.

Cyndi’s soft mouth drifted from Evelyn’s breasts up to her lips, and they kissed lovingly. Finally breaking their kiss, the young girl buried her face in her mother’s neck.

Mother and daughter held each other close for a long time, shifting only to become more comfortable, each lost in thought.

What have I done? Evelyn asked herself. I always wanted to do the best I could for my daughter… instead, I make love to her!

“Mommy?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Have you ever, um, done this before? Gone to bed with other women, I mean. Or girls.”

Evelyn hesitated, then spoke. “Yes, baby… I have.” She sighed. “I… well, I knew that I liked girls when I was about your age, even more than boys. But I didn’t actually get to make love to another girl until I was in college.”

Cyndi propped herself on an elbow. “Didn’t you meet Daddy in college, too?”

“I did, yes. I was… bisexual in those days, honey. I fooled around with girls, but I also had sex with your father — and that’s how I got pregnant with you.”

“So you and Daddy got married. Was it hard for you, just making love to him? Did you miss doing it with women?”

“Yes, honey… I loved your dad, but I often did feel the need for the touch of a woman.”

“What about now, Mom? Are you still bisexual?”

Evelyn buried her face in Cyndi’s hair, savoring the delicate scent. “To be honest, honey… I haven’t felt any interest in being with a man since he died. I… I guess that means I’m a lesbian now.” She suddenly drew away from her daughter, gazing thoughtfully at the dreamy-eyed girl. “And what about you, little lady… coming in here and making a move on me like that? Have you done this kind of thing before?”

Cyndi shook her head. “No, Mommy,” she murmured shyly. “But I’ve been thinking about it, a whole lot.”

Evelyn gazed deep into her child’s eyes, brushing Cyndi’s hair from her face with trembling fingers. “You’ve been… thinking about me that way?”

“N-not exactly,” Cyndi replied. “I’ve been, um, having these fantasies about making out with other girls.” Suddenly timid, she stared down at the bed, nervously tracing along the pattern with her index finger. “Sometimes I t-touch myself, thinking about it.”

“So… how did this happen, baby?” Evelyn asked, gesturing at her daughter and herself, the two of them still naked and snuggled together on the bed.

Cyndi furrowed her brow. “I… I don’t know, Mommy… I heard you crying, and I just decided to, to come hug you and hold you and make you feel all better.” She looked up into her mother’s eyes, encouraged by the love she read in them. “But when I got in bed with you, and we kissed…” She smiled bashfully. “All of a sudden I just — had this big idea. I wanted to make love to you, Mommy. I don’t know why, I just did.” The girl paused, searching for the right words. “It was like… like I’d wanted to be with you that way for a long time — but I didn’t know it, not ‘til right then.”

“My goodness,” a dazed Evelyn said quietly.

“And then, when I kissed you… I just didn’t stop. I wanted to do more things with you than kiss, so I… I kept going. That’s it, I guess.” She glanced at her mother. “You aren’t mad at me, are you, Mommy?”

Evelyn smiled. “Of course not, sweet angel,” she whispered, resting her forehead against Cyndi’s, their noses nearly touching. “I’m not sure how this happened — but it truly was a beautiful thing. You made me… happier than I can say, sweetheart.”

“Mommy? D-do you have a girlfriend? Or… ?”

“No, honey,” Evelyn said. “I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“Can… can I be your lover, then?”

“No!” The answer was out before Evelyn had a chance to think, and she saw a hurt look flash across her daughter’s face. “That wouldn’t be right, dear,” she added gently. “I’m your mother. It’s one thing for us to, to share pleasure, but I don’t think we should think of this as… a romance.”

“But, Mommy,” Cyndi whispered, nuzzling her mother’s neck. “This is like a romance. I’m in love with you… and I want to do this with you again… lots of times!”

Evelyn’s resolve was fading fast. “Oh, honey…”

Cyndi pulled her back for another sweet kiss. “Can we sleep together tonight? Really close, in each other’s arms?”

Evelyn thought for a moment, then smiled weakly. “Yes, angel,” she answered.

They snuggled together, sharing gentle kisses and caresses until mother and daughter drifted into a blissful slumber.

*****

I love my baby girl. She’s so tiny and so perfect. I love feeding her. Her little mouth feels so good when she nurses…

Evelyn drifted awake and looked down. Cyndi was licking at her nipple, lightly brushing at the entrance of her pussy with the tip of a finger.

Are you going put an end to this? It’s incest, isn’t it? Why don’t you stop her?   

Perhaps in a moment, she thought. She pulled Cyndi’s head closer to her breast.

Seeing her awaken, Cyndi slowly eased a finger into Evelyn’s vagina, mouth still fastened to her mother’s suddenly stiffening nipple.

Combined with the dreams of the past few weeks — not to mention the chance to live out her forbidden desires only a few hours ago — this was more than enough to send Evelyn into a gentle orgasm that left her tingling deliciously. As it tapered off, she pulled her daughter’s face to hers and they shared a tender kiss.

“That was unfair,” Evelyn whispered. “You caught me off guard. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Don’t you want us to be lovers, Mommy?” Cyndi asked wistfully.

“I don’t know, honey,” Evelyn shook her head. “You… oh, you’ve given me much too much to think about, young lady!”

“Okay, Mommy,” Cyndi shrugged… then, her eyes lowered, she softly asked, “Can we at least cuddle, then?”

“Sure, honey,” Evelyn replied.

They settled into the pillows, snuggling together. Evelyn stared at the ceiling, too many thoughts crowding her mind for her to relax completely.

Incest, lesbian sex — and she’s only thirteen. What sort of mother are you to allow this to happen?

But she’s happy…

She began to touch Cyndi, fingertips lightly brushing across the girl’s pale skin. It was what she’d wanted to do for so long… to marvel at her child’s bare beauty without fretting about questions of right or wrong. To Evelyn, her daughter was a remarkably beautiful child. Lithe, fit, creamy skin and so gloriously young. She deserved to be loved.

Tummy, hips, thighs, breasts, bottom, all so beautiful, so beautiful… She traced her hand across Cyndi’s hips, luxuriating in the satiny texture of her skin.

Cyndi’s eyes slowly opened. “Mmmm… that’s nice, Mom. Keep doing that.”

Evelyn’s doubts resurfaced. “Cyndi, are you sure this is what you want? Do you really want to… to be with me?”

“I’m sure,” the blonde nymph whispered as she wriggled into Evelyn’s arms. “Making love to you was” — and she searched for a word — “was spectacular!”

“Oh, honey,” Evelyn sighed, “I loved it too.”

“A-and there’s still more we haven’t even tried yet… can we do it again, Mom?”

“What?” Evelyn laughed, cradling her daughter to her. “More? She wants more?”

“Yeah, well, it was so good last night, and doing it to you this morning was really nice, too.” Cyndi drew away, gazing longingly at her mother. “I love loving you, Mommy. I’ve been wanting to do these things with you for awhile, I know that now… and I don’t want to stop. I like boys okay, but it’s you that I really need. I… I want to be your girlfriend, Mommy. I’d love for us to — to be together,” she finished as a pink flush spread across her face.

Evelyn sighed happily, on the verge of joyous tears. “Oh, baby… I’ve wanted you for so very long, you know… I never believed this would ever happen, but I’m happy it did. It’s supposed to be wrong, us making love. But I can’t give you up, Cyndi. I just can’t. My angel,” she breathed, leaning into her daughter, “if you really, really want us to be lovers, then I want that too. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Cyndi melted into her mother’s embrace. “Oh, Mommy… I adore you!”

“I love you too, baby.”

They lay together for a while, then Cyndi raised her face. “What are you thinking about, Mommy?”

“That I need to ring your school and my office, and tell them we won’t be in today.”

“We won’t? Why, Mommy…?”

Evelyn gave her a sly glance. “Because, silly… I want to spend the day in bed with my new lover.”

“Ohhh!” Cyndi’s mouth was round again, her eyes dancing.

“A little more kissing?” Her hand drifted down to cup Cyndi’s pert buttocks. “A few small touches?” She smiled innocently. “Who knows what it might lead to?”

The young girl began to giggle.

“Cyndi,” Evelyn murmured.

“Yeah?”

“I love your bottom, honey…”

Cyndi wiggled it and laughed. “Why, thank you, Mommy.”

“In fact,” continued Evelyn with a wry smile, “I love your butt so much that I’d like to give it some, um, special attention. Think you could spare me a moment for that?”

“Oh,” replied Cyndi, screwing up her face in mock-concentration, then sighing, “I suppose… if it doesn’t take too long.” Then she threw her arms round her mother’s neck. “You’re so silly, Mommy,” she giggled. “You can do… anything you want to me. ‘Specially in bed.”

Evelyn leaned in close to kiss her daughter, flicking her tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Cyndi responded in kind, and the two kissed hotly for awhile. Gently breaking away, Evelyn murmured, “Get on your hands and knees, baby, facing the door… Mommy wants to play.”

Eyes flashing with excitement, Cyndi slipped from her mother’s arms and positioned her lithe body on all fours, glancing expectantly back over her shoulder at Evelyn. “What are you gonna do to me, Mommy?” she cooed.

“You’ll see, honey,” said Evelyn, rising to kneel behind her daughter, savoring the sight of Cyndi’s adorable ass. She had fantasized of touching, tasting her child’s bottom for weeks. Now she and Cyndi were lovers, and that cute little butt was hers to explore as she wished.

Evelyn cupped her daughter’s ass in both hands, then began to caress her.

“Mmm, Mommy… that feels good,” Cyndi sighed.

Rather than reply, Evelyn leaned closer and pressed her face against the girl’s bottom, placing a warm kiss here and there. Cyndi purred with pleasure.

The scent of her daughter’s skin, the softness… Evelyn felt lightheaded. Her kisses grew hotter and hungrier, her lips parting, the tip of her tongue emerging to join the fun as she made love to Cyndi’s ass. Wanting more, she parted her child’s buttocks with her hands, then slowly ran her tongue through the girl’s anal cleft in one long, luxurious lick.

“Oh, Mommy!” gasped Cyndi. “Oh, that feels so… so…” and she moaned as her mother burrowed her face between her cheeks, exploring the young girl’s asshole with her tongue. “Oh,” Cyndi whimpered.

Evelyn’s head spun from the sheer emotional overload of it all. The forbidden fantasy of rimming her own thirteen-year-old child had come to pass — and it was even better than she’d imagined. She circled the pucker of Cyndi’s anus with the tip of her tongue, then pressed a deep, soulful kiss between her daughter’s buttocks.

“Oooooohhh,” the girl responded, her head lolling back, mouth slack. “That… oh, Mommy, what you’re d-doing to me — it’s lovely!”

Evelyn continued to lovingly kiss Cyndi’s asshole, as if it were her daughter’s pretty mouth. Then she began to lick again… slowly, sensually dragging her tongue up through the thirteen-year-old’s crack, over and over again.

Cyndi was trembling now, her body taut as an archer’s bow. “I love you, Mommy,” the girl was whispering. “I love you. I love you.”

Her desire now whipped into a raging firestorm, Evelyn quickly reversed position to slide beneath Cyndi’s outthrust pelvis. She gazed up, enthralled at her daughter’s sugary slit, the child’s sparse pubes the color of winter wheat. Reaching around to grasp Cyndi’s ass, Evelyn pulled the girl’s beautiful pussy down to her already open mouth, tongue poised to explore her most intimate places.

Cyndi threw her head back with a soft cry of surprise at the sensation of her mother’s hot mouth, now covering her pussy. It was everything she had anticipated — and more! She gasped, head spinning wildly as a warm, wet tongue pushed its way into her opening. “Oh, God,” she breathed, her hands clutching the sheets.

Evelyn was feasting at the threshold of her daughter’s womanhood, intoxicated by the taste, the smell, the heat and wetness of Cyndi. Her heart swelled with love for her child as she did her best to pleasure the thirteen-year-old nymph. She probed the girl’s slit with a wriggling tongue, teasingly lapped at her sticky labia, drank deep of her essence.

Cyndi’s body bucked and rocked atop her mother’s face, Evelyn’s mouth plastered to her divine juncture, the girl moaning and panting as her pleasure rose steadily higher. She felt her climax approach; welcomed its nearness.

Then Cyndi gasped as she felt her mother’s finger pressing gently against her anus — first the tip entering the toast-warm cleft between her cheeks, then the entire finger. Her moaning grew louder.

Suddenly Evelyn’s lips fastened themselves to the little girl’s clitoris to suck at the tiny nubbin… and Cyndi’s world exploded in a searing flash of white light.

Her daughter’s thighs squeezing her face, Evelyn continued to lick and suck at the girl’s sweetness as she came, the room ringing with Cyndi’s cries of ecstasy. She took her child to the peaks of pleasure, then gently brought her down to earth… her lips barely touching the glistening slit as her daughter rested, still on her knees, her face buried in a pillow.

Evelyn scooted from beneath her now quiet daughter and sat up, then carefully rolled the flushed and trembling child onto her back. Eyes shining with love, Evelyn lay down next to Cyndi, taking the girl’s slender form into her arms, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, Mommy,” Cyndi sighed contentedly, snuggling into her mother’s embrace, “that was the nicest feeling I’ve ever had.” She raised her face to Evelyn’s, and they shared a gentle but passionate kiss. Cyndi’s tongue emerged to lick around her mother’s mouth, her eyes lighting up as she sampled her own flavor.

“Mmm, yummy,” she cooed. “I love how my pussy tastes!”

“Mmm-hmm. You’re luscious, sweetheart,” Evelyn smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“So, Mommy,” Cyndi whispered, grinning shyly, “Now I wanna know what you taste like!”

Evelyn smiled. “Oh, my precious… that would make me very happy.”

Grinning, Cyndi leaned in to plant a quick kiss on her mother’s lips — but Evelyn’s tongue darted into her daughter’s mouth, and what was an affectionate peck quickly grew hot and hungry, parent and child kissing like the lovers they had become.

Cyndi climbed atop her mother’s naked body and took Evelyn’s face in her hands as their hungry mouths mashed together, tongues entwined in a ballet of passion. Evelyn was breathless with excitement when her daughter broke their kiss. “Cyndi… darling!” she gasped.

But by then her loving child was nuzzling her way down Evelyn’s quivering body, pressing her lips into the hollow of her mother’s throat, hands sliding up to claim the woman’s breasts. Cyndi playfully bit her mother’s neck, and Evelyn inhaled sharply, a sharp buzz of pleasure surging through her. Sliding down further, the young girl flicked at Evelyn’s nipple with an eager tongue.

“Oh, my,” Evelyn moaned, reaching down to cup her daughter’s bottom.

Cyndi responded by taking her mother’s right nipple into her mouth, sucking at the soft tip of her beautiful breast, then switching to the left. She flexed her ass lewdly as her mother’s fingers trailed lightly through the crack of her butt, brushing the taut rosebud.

Evelyn’s breasts delighted Cyndi. They were so soft and nice, and the sensation of her mother’s nipples growing firm in her mouth was thrilling. And Mommy’s fingers feel so good playing with my bottom like that, she thought.

She was impatient to taste her mother’s pussy, though, so with a goodbye kiss for each of Evelyn’s nipples, the young girl squirmed further downward. Pausing to place a few pecks on her mother’s tummy, Cyndi soon found herself lying between Evelyn’s thighs, eyes wide at her first up-close glimpse of a woman’s pussy. Even better, she told herself, it’s my sweet, sexy mommy’s pussy. Her heart throbbed as she lowered her face to the glistening slit before her, placing a loving kiss on its pink folds.

“Mmmm…” Evelyn moaned, “my angel…”

Cyndi’s tongue emerged to lick at her mother’s labia — then she paused, sampling her first taste of another woman’s cunt. Liking what she found, the girl buried her face between Evelyn’s legs, eager to bring pleasure to the woman who had given her life.

It’s just like kissing a mouth, she decided, and made the kiss a passionate one, sliding her tongue deep into her mother’s moist opening. The moan that burst from Evelyn’s lips just then was sweet music to the teen’s ears.

Evelyn’s fingers tangled in her daughter’s hair as the child feasted on her pussy. It was impossible, couldn’t really be happening. But it was. Her forbidden fantasy had come to life; she and Cyndi were making love. Guilt or shame seemed pointless in the face of how completely, utterly right their new relationship felt.

She gasped again as her daughter’s wicked tongue slid down her slit and further, slipping between Evelyn’s buttocks to tease her asshole. “Oh,” she whimpered, a tear of joy slowly rolling down her cheek, “oh, yes.”

Cyndi raised her wet mouth from her mother, taking a deep breath before dipping back down to take that little pink tip at the top of her mother’s pussy between her lips, that special place that always felt so good when she touched herself.

Evelyn panted like a marathon runner, whorls of ever-growing pleasure winding through her body as Cyndi sucked at her clit. Her daughter’s hot mouth was like a flame caressing her cunt, driving her to new heights of ecstasy with every kiss, each flick of the tongue.

Then Cyndi slid a finger deep into her mother’s pussy, with a single stroke — and Evelyn cried out as a frenzied orgasm gripped and shook her like a rag doll. She shuddered in a helpless frenzy, teeth clenched as the sweet child continued to pleasure her cunt. Finally, after coming at least three times, Evelyn placed a hand on Cyndi’s shoulder to stop her, gasping for breath so hard she could not speak.

Cyndi raised her head from her mother’s pussy, then crawled into Evelyn’s embrace. She gave her mom some time to recover, then kissed her mouth softly, lovingly.

“Mmmm…” Evelyn hummed, her heartbeat kicking up a notch as she tasted her own cunt on Cyndi’s lips. She made the kiss a heated one, her tongue emerging to lick around her daughter’s mouth just like Cyndi had done earlier.

Finally they lay entwined, Cyndi’s head resting on her mother’s breast, sharing soft, languid caresses.

“That was beautiful, Mommy,” the young girl sighed. “I’m so happy that we’re lovers.” Then she giggled. “It feels so good… just saying it!” Lifting her face to gaze at Evelyn with adoring eyes, she softly sang, “Mommy is my lover, Mommy is my lover, Mommy is my loverrrr…” She buried her face into her mother’s breasts, squeezing her tightly.

Evelyn cuddled her child close, heart buoyant with joy. “Yes, I am, honey,” she murmured. “I am. And you… you’re the most wonderful daughter in the world.”

Resting peacefully against her mother’s breast, Cyndi enjoyed a contented yawn. “Can we take a nap now, Mommy? I’m all sleepy…”

Evelyn stroked her daughter’s back. “Of course, honey. Just relax… I’ll hold you while you get some rest.”

“Thanks, Mommy,” Cyndi mumbled. “Love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Evelyn whispered… but the girl was already drifting off.

Evelyn held her daughter, her eyes growing moist as she marveled at this miracle that had fallen into her arms, this bewitching creature that had come from her body thirteen years ago. Now they had discovered a new intimacy, a different way to share love. We’re not just mother and daughter now, Evelyn mused. We’ve become something more.

But can I still really be a mother to Cyndi after this? she suddenly thought, a cold tendril of worry touching her heart. Being here with her like this is heavenly, but I don’t want to lose what she and I had before. The helping with schoolwork, teaching her to drive, baking her cookies, watching sappy movies together… can we keep those things and still make love?

Evelyn sighed. Then she smiled, placing a soft kiss upon her daughter’s head. There was no need to fret. It might not be easy — setting boundaries, determining where being a parent left off and being a lover began… but they would make it work. Cyndi and I want it to work, she told herself, and that’s enough.

A pleasant haze of drowsiness was gradually seeping into Evelyn’s thoughts, and her jaws suddenly gaped wide in a long, satisfying yawn. Guess I’ll nap too, she decided. With an arm draped protectively over her daughter’’s nude body, Evelyn settled into the marshmallowy softness of her pillow.

And as she slowly, slowly floated into tranquil slumber, one final thought appeared. This is paradise that we’ve found… a sweet, loving haven for my baby and me. Just a little corner of paradise…

Mother and daughter slept quietly, peacefully.

The End

 

Mom Comes Calling

  • Posted on April 29, 2015 at 9:51 am

By JetBoy

My name is Marilyn. I’m twenty-four now, and the story I’m going to tell you happened when I was eighteen. Basically, it’s all about how I came to find the true love of my life — only it happens to be with a lover who practically no one knows about. That’s the way we both want it.

It was my first year of college. By that time I’d had a few boyfriends, and gone all the way with one of them. Still, I felt inexperienced compared to my friends, and really looked forward to exploring my sexuality when I left home for the university.

Well, I got my wish and then some, though not in the way I’d expected.

I’d never given much thought to getting sexually involved with another girl before, not even in my fantasies — but once I moved into a cramped dormitory space with my new roommate Jenny, that changed. To make a long story short, Jenny and her best friend and fuck buddy Carla not only seduced me, took me to bed and introduced me to lesbian love, they turned me into their submissive sex toy as well. I’d never known until then how much it thrilled me to give myself over to the will of another.

Jenny and Carla controlled me completely. I could only wear the clothes they selected for me — and they delighted in making me dress like a total slut, usually without panties or a bra. When I was in our room, the house rule was that I had to be naked the whole time, ready to fuck whenever my lovers wanted. And we fucked a lot. Luckily, Jenny and Carla made certain that I got the required schoolwork done. They were both honor students themselves, and didn’t want their plaything to get kicked out of school for bad grades.

It was one freaky ride — yet at the same time my life was simpler than it had ever been, reduced to a diet of studying, classes, and lesbian sex. I loved it.

That’s not the story I’m sharing now, though — what I want to tell you about is the day things really got out of control. The day my mom came to visit.

It was Saturday, and I’d spent the entire morning playing with Carla and Jenny. As usual, I was naked, and Carla was corkscrewing her vibrator in and out of my ass when my cell phone went off. I glanced at Jenny, waiting for permission to answer. She nodded, so I reached over to pluck the chiming device from my nightstand.

The vibrator was on low and buzzed tantalizingly in my rectum as I flipped the phone open and brought it to my ear.

“Hello?” I said breathlessly.

“Hi, honey!” a cheerful voice replied. Oh, God… it was my mother!

“Um, h-hi, Mom!” I stammered.

“Guess what? I’m on the way up to pay you a little visit! I should be there in about twenty minutes.”

I was too stunned to reply, at first, but finally I managed, “Wow, Mom… that sounds great!” desperately trying to keep control of my voice. Carla still had her hand on the vibrator and, a wicked smile on her lips, turned it up a notch. She and Jenny giggled when the buzzing of the toy grew louder and higher pitched. I moaned without meaning to as it throbbed crazily in my anus.

“Are you all right, Marilyn?” my mom asked.

“Sure, Mom — um, my b-back’s kind of sore.” I said, trying my damnedest not to let myself come.

“Yeah, I remember how hard dormitory beds are,” Mom laughed. “So, I’ll call you when I get to the school, okay? Maybe you can take me to lunch.”

Carla slowly eased the eight-inch vibrator even deeper into my ass. It was all I could do not to cry out loud.

“Yeah that’ll work just great Mom see you then,” I said in one burst, desperately trying to end the conversation before I went off.

“What’s that buzzing sound?” My mother asked.

“I don’t know it’s coming from the room next door, but I gotta grab a shower so I’ll see you when you get here,” I said, all but panting. Carla was working the vibrator in and out of me now.

“Okay then, honey… see you soon!”

My head was spinning. “Bye!” I gasped, and clicked the phone shut, dropping it to the floor.

“Is Mommy coming to visit her little girl?” Jenny asked as Carla slowly pumped the vibrator in and out.

“Yeah,” I moaned. “She’s gonna b-be here in about twenty minutes.” I got up on all fours, arching my back and parting my legs to take Carla’s toy even deeper.

But instead of giving me the fuck I ached for, she withdrew her vibrator. “You’d better go shower, then,” she smirked.

I knelt there for a few seconds, shivering with frustration. Damn it. Carla had a thing for bringing me to the boil without finishing me off. She always did make me come, eventually — but until then, she loved to leave me hungry, desperately craving release. Sometimes for hours. And I wasn’t allowed to masturbate, ever — not unless Jenny or Carla instructed me to.

Slowly regaining my breath, I rose from the bed, grabbed a towel, threw on my bathrobe and hustled out of the dorm room with my shower bag. I washed as quickly as I could, then hurried back.

The girls were lounging on my bed. Jenny was fingering Carla, the Irish girl’s pale skin and soft red pubic hair starkly contrasted by the shiny black of Jenny’s fingernails as they slid in and out of her pussy. My face had been buried in those auburn pubes many times, happily licking Carla to orgasm.

I shrugged out of my bathrobe, longingly watching my friends make love, then padded over to open the underwear drawer with a sigh.

“Jenny?” I hesitantly asked as I pulled a tiny thong, the only kind of panties my lovers ever let me wear, over my hips.

“Yes, Marilyn?” Jenny said as she glanced up at me.

“Since I’m meeting my mom… do you, um, think I could maybe wear a bra?” I asked.

“No… I don’t think so,” Jenny said. With a parting kiss to Carla’s cunt, she stood and padded over to me, then bent down to flick at my nipples with her tongue. I moaned. God, I love having my breasts licked. “What’s the matter, Marilyn?” she purred, raising her mocking face to mine. “Afraid of Mommy seeing your nipples?” Pulling me to her, Jenny crushed her mouth to mine. I closed my eyes, returning her kiss.

Jenny was nibbling my ear while Carla browsed through our closet, choosing the clothes I was to wear that day. When my cell phone rang again, she bent down to deftly scoop it up from the carpet. I thought Carla was going to hand it to me — instead, she answered it herself.

“Hello?” she chirped, then paused. “No, this is Carla, I’m Marilyn’s friend.” She listened for a moment. “Okay, I’ll let her know… she’s doing her hair now.”

Carla grinned as she closed the phone with a flourish. “Mommy’s heeeeerrrre,” she sang.

She tossed me my white tank top, and I pulled it on. It was pretty snug, and my nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.

Then Carla handed me a skirt, and I stepped into it, fastening it around my waist. It was black and came to just above my knees. The tank top came down to just above my navel, showing off my belly button.

I studied myself in the mirror. It could have been worse, though I still looked pretty trashy.

“You’re absolutely scrumptious,” Jenny said. “Off you go, now — mustn’t keep Mommy waiting.” She reached under my skirt to give my ass a quick squeeze as I stepped into a pair of sandals, handing me my shoulder bag as Carla opened the door.

“We’re gonna grab a shower and get dressed… maybe we’ll see you two later,” Jenny cooed as I walked out the door.

I apprehensively trudged down the stairs towards the lobby, bracing myself to meet Mom. Would she make a big deal about how I looked? Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to the stairwell and stepped out. There she was, all smiles as she waited for me.

“Honey!” Mom cried, as she jumped up from the bench to give me a hug.

Maybe it was due to my lack of a bra, maybe it was because Carla hadn’t finished me off with the vibrator, maybe it was because of all the girl/girl sex I’d enjoyed in the past few months — but I distinctly felt my mother’s breasts as they pressed against mine, and the warmth and softness of them made me all tingly. I hugged her back, suddenly conscious how good she smelled.

“So good to see you, hon,” Mom said. “Ready for lunch?”

“That sounds great,” I said. “I’m starved.” We started walking toward the campus cafe.

Given that I’d been looking at girls and women a lot more lately, I couldn’t help but notice, as if for the first time, how beautiful my mother still was. She was in her late thirties and worked out daily, and her body showed it. I’d always envied her honey-brown hair, much preferring it to my own darker hue.

I caught myself imagining what Mom looked like naked when she glanced at me — and it was then that she noticed that I’d gone without a bra. For a split second a look of disapproval flashed in her eyes, but she said nothing and walked through the door as I held it open.

We ordered deli sandwiches and coffee at the counter, then seated ourselves a booth and ate together. My mind wandered as I recalled how Jenny had once slipped her hand under my skirt in the booth next to this one and masturbated me to a frenzied climax, while I nearly bit through my lower lip trying not to scream. Despite being in the presence of my mother, I found myself getting a little excited at the memory.

We talked about classes and a bunch of other things related to college life. Mom asked if I was spending my spare time with any cute boys, and I said no. Then she brought me up to speed on all the news from home.

As we made small talk, I noticed that Mom was occasionally glancing downward — and realized with a start that she was sneaking little peeks at my breasts, clearly outlined beneath that flimsy top. I was shocked and a little appalled to realize that I was kind of turned on, knowing that my mother was checking me out.

Jesus, I thought. I’m turning into a fucking pervert.

“I’d love to see your dorm room,” Mom said as we were finishing our coffee.

My heart almost stopped beating. I’d been so concerned with my appearance that the possibility of Mom visiting our room hadn’t even crossed my mind. Idiot, I cursed myself. Fucking idiot!

A tendril of fear curled and uncurled in my belly as I thought about Jenny and Carla. It had been about a half hour, maybe more — they were probably done showering, but they might still be in the room getting dressed. What would they do if I just popped in with Mom? Those two were capable of anything!

What reason could I use to keep her away, though? Think. Think.

“Um… it’s pretty messy,” I mumbled. It was the best I could do. “Are you sure you want to see it?”

Mom just laughed. “I’d be worried if it wasn’t messy. Come on, honey — give me the tour.”

Shit. “Okay, then. But I… I just have to make sure my roommate is decent before you come in.”

“Was she the one I talked to on the phone?” Mom asked. “She seemed very nice.”

“N-no, that was Carla, she’s always around,” I stammered. “Sometimes I think she must rent her dorm out to another student or something. She’s a friend of ours.”

“Well, shall we?” Mom said happily as she pushed her tray to one side and stood.

“Sure!” I said, trying to add a note of confidence to my voice. It sounded cheesy and fake, at least it did to me.

A few nervous moments later we were on my floor. I scanned about for Jenny or Carla — no sign of either one. So far, so good.

When I got to the room I knocked on the door. There was no answer, so I got my key out and we went in. They weren’t there! I nearly sighed with relief.

“So… this is it,” I said as I walked in, quickly throwing a magazine on top of the vibrator, which Carla had left on the desk. There were clothes and underwear strewn about, not to mention empty take-out containers, CDs, coffee cups, books and homework in various stages of completion — pretty messy, like I’d said. I was relieved to see that the lid of the toy chest was closed, imagining Mom’s response if she caught a glimpse of our collection of sex gear.

My mother only said, “Definitely not a guy’s room,” as she noticed Carla’s tiny see-through panties on the floor.

“So, um, maybe we should go somewhere or do something…?” I suggested, hoping to be out of the room before Jenny and Carla got back.

But then the doorknob began to turn. Too late, I thought as my eyes shut, dreading whatever was going to happen.

Jenny and Carla walked in, both wearing only towels. Carla’s towel was so short that it barely covered her ass. As Jenny let the door close behind her, I could see her looking my mother up and down, then smiling.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mom said, then glanced at me. “We should really get going now, honey.”

I was about to agree and hustle us both out of there, but Jenny spoke up first. “Oh, don’t go,” she said, all sweetness and light. “You must stay — for a few minutes, at least.” She extended her hand to my mother. “I’m Jenny, Marilyn’s roommate… and this is Carla, our best friend in the whole world.”

“I’m Donna,” my mother said, and shook Jenny’s hand, a bit nervous around this half-naked girl. I could tell Jenny was enjoying it, too, and that really scared me. Worse, she was looking at Mom like she wanted to put her between two crackers and gobble her up.

“Hi, Donna,” said Carla, waving to Mom, her towel looking as if it was about to fall off completely. My mother murmured a soft hello. She had gone a bit pale, I noticed.

“Just excuse us… we’ll go throw some clothes on, and then we can all have a nice chat,” Jenny said. She stepped toward the door of her wardrobe, reached for the handle — then paused, gazing at me with a slight frown.

“Marilyn,” she said, “You’re breaking our rule.”

My heart froze, my stomach knotted itself, and my knees began to quiver. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. Oh God oh God oh GOD… why is she DOING this…?

“What rule?” My mother innocently asked, right on cue.

“Well, you see, Donna,” Jenny said, walking over to me, “we made a deal with Marilyn, at the start of the semester, that any time she was in the dorm, she would take all her clothes off as soon as she came in the door.”

Mom’s startled eyes swung to me for verification. I was numb with horror, completely unable to move or talk.

As if she had all the time in the world, Jenny reached down to unzip my skirt. I stood dumbstruck as it fell from my body to lie at my feet. Then she grasped the bottom of my tank top, gazing expectantly at me. I slowly raised my arms, and Jenny pulled it up and off, baring my breasts. Finally, she took hold of my thong, which didn’t really cover anything anyway, and slowly tugged it down to my ankles. She straightened and folded her arms, eyes penetrating mine as she waited for me to finish the job. I stepped out of my skirt, thong and sandals, which left me completely naked in front of my mother.

“Marilyn…?” Mom said in a small voice.

“Well, as long as Marilyn’s undressed, we might as well just get comfy too,” Jenny said, slipping out of her towel. Mom’s eyes gaped at my roommate’s nakedness in disbelief as Jenny idly patted herself dry, then glanced over at Carla just in time to see our friend casually shed her towel, hanging it on the closet door.

Propping a foot on her bed to dry her leg, Jenny suddenly paused, staring at me, Letting the towel slip to the floor, she drew close, gazing deep into my eyes. “God, Marilyn… you are so sexy,” she whispered, placing her hands on my breasts.

She kissed me, her tongue darting past my lips to play. My head spun at what Jenny was doing — making out with me in front of Mom!

Carla was leaning against the wall cupping her breasts, watching eagerly as Jenny caressed my nipples to throbbing hardness. Then Jenny dipped her head and gave each one a long, slow lick, making me shiver with pleasure in spite of my fear. I stood rooted to the spot, wondering what she would do to me next.

She reached out to stroke my cheek. “So lovely,” Jenny whispered.

Then she turned away from me… to face my mother.

“Hi, Donna…” Jenny murmured, calmly making her way to where Mom stood.

“W-what are you doing?” Mom whispered, clearly unnerved by this naked young woman who stood so nonchalantly before her.

Jenny gave her an angelic smile — then began to unbutton my mother’s blouse!

I could only watch in utter shock as Mom reached up to hold her top shut. Ignoring her feeble efforts, Jenny unfastened the remaining buttons calmly, as though she was undressing a child. I waited for Mom to move back, even shove her away — but she only stared, her expression one of disbelief as Jenny slid the light yellow top from her shoulders. Mom was now standing before us in slacks and a plain white bra. My heart pounded as I awaited Jenny’s next move.

She reached behind my mother to unhook and remove her bra, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Her eyes never left Mom’s as she bent down to take a nipple into her mouth.

“I… I d-don’t…” Mom stammered, then her eyes seemed to glaze over, a soft whimper escaping her throat as her lips parted.

I couldn’t believe this. Mom wasn’t putting up any sort of a fight — she was actually allowing Jenny to seduce her. In fact, she was getting excited!

As Jenny’s tongue played over my mother’s nipples, her hands deftly unfastened Mom’s pants and slid them down her shapely legs, exposing sheer white panties. They were conservatively cut, but I could see the dark triangle of her pubes through them.

That icy knot of fear at the base of my spine was fading fast, while a very familiar warmth was making itself felt in my cunt as I stared at my mother’s nearly nude body. God, she was hot.

As if she was reading my mind, Jenny swiveled her head toward me and said “Marilyn, come here.”

Carla nudged me forward and my feet hesitantly carried me to Jenny, who was now openly fondling my half-naked mother. I stood before them. Mom’s head was tilted back, her eyes closed.

Jenny moved to one side, transfixing me with a look. “Go on,” she purred. “Kiss Mommy’s nipples.”

I felt every sensation imaginable at that moment. This was incredibly wrong, but I couldn’t take my eyes from my mother’s breasts. Damn it, what was Jenny trying to do to me?

“I — I can’t…” I said, but it was barely audible.

“Marilyn…” Jenny said sternly, a catch in her voice I knew all too well.

It was incest, it was utterly forbidden, this was my mother… yet I dared not disobey.

My gaze flickered to Mom’s bare breasts, and I shivered at the sudden realization that I wanted to taste her nipples — wanted to feel them stiffen in my mouth.

My mother and I stared at one another for a small eternity, our faces burning, then her eyes drifted shut. I understood. Maybe she didn’t want me to do this thing, maybe she did — but like me, she was unable to stop it from happening.

I slowly leaned forward, my lips grazing her nipple. Then my tongue trailed slowly over her skin, caressing the soft bare flesh of my mother’s breast.

“Oh, God,” Mom moaned, although I wasn’t sure whether it was from pleasure or humiliation. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jenny’s hand slip into Mom’s panties, then heard her fingers moving in my mother’s wet pussy. With her free hand, Jenny guided my head to Mom’s other breast, and I took that nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently.

A moment later my mother’s arms gently drew my head close, cradling me to her breasts as if I were an infant again, and she was encouraging me to nurse from her.

Jenny knelt to slide Mom’s panties down to her feet. I glanced downward to steal a glimpse of my mother’s full thatch of chestnut pubes. The sight of her pussy sent my arousal soaring even higher. I couldn’t believe I was having sexual thoughts about my own mom, that I was actually pleasuring her breasts with my mouth. I guess Jenny and Carla really had molded me into a lesbian slut.

I sensed Carla standing close behind me, then moaned around Mom’s nipple as my lover caressed my ass, her fingers slipping between my legs to graze the moist flesh there.

Suddenly Carla grasped a handful of my hair and pulled me away from Mom’s breasts, turning me around to face her.

I gasped. She was wearing her black strap-on cock, attached around her waist with a leather harness. Oh, God… was she really going to use that on me in front of my mother?

One hand on my shoulder, Carla shoved me into a kneeling position at her feet. Behind me Mom moaned as Jenny did something to her, I didn’t know what.

Carla’s cock was now inches from my face. “Suck it.” she said, guiding me by the back of the head until the head grazed my lips. I parted them, and felt it slide into my mouth.

It felt so fucking weird to be doing this while my mother watched, yet I realized that I was getting more and more into the sheer kinkiness of the moment, to the point of wanting to push things even further. My hands slid around Carla’s back to fondle her ass as I bathed her cock with my tongue, licking it lewdly up and down, kissing the tip. She purred with delight as my fingers teased her butt crack.

After a minute or so Carla placed a finger under my chin. “Stand up.” she commanded, and I released the cock and rose to my feet. My eyes were level with hers, our breasts lightly touching. My mouth tasted of latex.

Carla kissed me hotly, her hand stealing between my legs to slide a finger deep into my pussy. My mind was reeling, body pulsing with excitement. Leading me by the cunt, she walked us both over to the bed and shoved me onto it, climbing on to kneel between my thighs.

I spread myself wide open for her, knowing what she wanted, not caring anymore that Mom was watching. Hell, that only made me hotter.

That beautiful cock clenched in her fist, Carla slid the tip of it along the opening to my cunt, then began to slide the length of it into me. As she entered my body, I moaned as the air rushed out of my lungs. She kept going, penetrating me an inch at a time until her tummy brushed mine — then she reached around to grasp my ass and started fucking me for real.

Parting my thighs to take Carla deeper, I turned my head to see Mom staring at us as my lover began to ride me like an animal — hard and fast, just the way I liked it. My mother’s arms were entwined around Jenny, who was fingering her cunt.

Then Jenny kissed her. I saw Mom hesitate for a few seconds, then respond. She was timid at first, but my roommate’s passion was contagious, drawing out my mother’s lust. Within seconds, I thrilled to the sight of her tongue plunging into my lover’s mouth as their kiss grew hot and hungry.

I’d never even suspected that my mother was into women, but Jenny and Carla must have sensed right away that she was as open to lesbian love as I’d been when they first seduced me — and that Mommy was every inch the submissive slut that I had become.

Suddenly Jenny broke their embrace, leading my mother over to where Carla and I lay fucking. “Get on the bed,” my roommate said, forcing her to kneel next to my head. Carla raised herself to make room for Mom, barely missing a stroke.

“What– what–” my mother stammered as one of her knees came to rest by my ear. Her bare breasts dangled before my face for an instant, then she was straddling my head. Her pussy was inches from my mouth, glistening from the pleasure Jenny’s fingers had given her.

“Sit on her face,” Jenny purred, “and you’ll see how well we taught your little girl.”

My mother was frozen, unable to move of her own free will, but Jenny pushed her down until my mouth was buried between Mom’s thighs. She smelled incredible.

So I began to lick her, pressing my tongue into the wet flesh. I could feel where her clit lurked, a hard nub just above her opening, and sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned, her voice torn between pleasure and shock. Carla’s slippery cock was still pumping in and out, in and out of my dripping hole.

“Touch Marilyn’s clit, Donna,” Jenny said. “Here — like this.”

I couldn’t see Mom’s face then, but someone was guiding a hand between my legs, then I felt fingers hesitantly stroking my clitoris. Carla’s prick spread my cunt wide open as she took me without mercy.

“Now, touch her pussy… feel the way Carla fucks her,” Jenny said.

Mom’s delicate fingers traced my lips where they surrounded the plunging cock. The sensation was dizzying, and I suddenly felt the nearness of release.

Carla took one especially deep thrust, pinning my mother’s hand between us. My body tensed, then spasmed as an orgasm crashed into me like a ton of bricks.

I came like a wildcat, still eating Mom’s pussy as best I could. I guess I was getting the job done, because she began to come herself, grinding her cunt into my face. Finally I heard her cry out loud — then she slumped to one side.

I felt Carla withdraw, and lay there in a daze, the air suddenly cool against my wet face as Mom slowly climbed off me and sank onto her side, facing the wall. Her shoulders quivered, and I suddenly heard her sob.

“Oh, God… what have we done?” she whispered. She was trembling with emotion, on the verge of tears.

I pressed myself against her naked back, nuzzling her neck, trying to reassure her. “Don’t cry, Mom,” I whispered, kissing her ear. “I love you.”

“Let me,” I heard Jenny say. She tilted her head away from the bed, indicating that I was to get up. I shakily rose to my feet, and she slipped into bed to take my place next to Mom, wrapping her arms around her and kissing my mother’s back and shoulders. Carla was sitting on my desk with her legs open, holding the cock up against her belly with one hand and fingering her cunt with the other.

My mother sighed as she began to respond to Jenny’s gentle lovemaking. I knew from experience just how persuasive my roommate’s skills of seduction could be. Finally Mom hesitantly turned around to face Jenny, smiling shyly, and they kissed.

Then Jenny rose to a kneeling position next to Mom and mounted her, a wicked smile on her lips as she positioned herself just above my mother’s wide-eyed face.

“I… I don’t…” my mother stammered as she stared at Jenny’s cunt, nervously licking her lips.

“Don’t be silly, Donna,” Jenny cooed, “you know you want to…” And she slowly lowered herself onto Mom’s mouth.

I couldn’t see my mother’s face, but Jenny soon sighed, happily hugging herself — so I knew that she was getting her cunt serviced the way she wanted. Soon, I could hear Mom’s mouth making wet sounds between my roommate’s thighs.

Carla was still seated on my desk, two fingers deep in her pussy. I took her in my arms and kissed her hotly, stroking her breasts with one hand, pausing to scissor a taut nipple between my fingers. She moaned into my mouth when I did that.

As our tongues played, I heard Jenny croon, “Ohhh, Donna… that feels so nice… oh, yes. Damn, Marilyn — your mother is really good at eating pussy.” I twisted around to watch her ride Mom’s face, my hands fondling Carla all the while.

Carla’s tongue trailed its way up to my ear, and she whispered, “I want to watch you finger your mom. Come on.” She seized my hand and led me over to the foot of the bed.

The view was unforgettable. A flushed Jenny was facing me, and my mother’s mouth was eagerly licking and sucking at her cunt. It was pretty obvious that Mom had done this kind of thing before.

I hadn’t really seen my mother naked since I was a little girl, and took this opportunity to drink in the sight of her bare body, feeling my desire growing sharp once more. She was soft and sweet and curvy in all the right places, with a truly succulent pair of breasts and shapely legs. Her pussy looked yummy and very wet — I could smell her from where I was standing.

Unable and unwilling to stop myself, I slipped my hand between Mom’s thighs to caress her sex — working a probing finger into her creamy canal, then another.

Mom’s upper face was hidden, but I saw her mouth glued to my lover’s cunt. I heard her make sounds of pleasure as she ate the pussy of a young woman, watched her hips rock to the tempo of my fingers as I fucked her harder.

Jenny’s head was thrown back, and she was panting like a dog. Suddenly a strangled cry burst from her lips as she exploded in a raging orgasm. Mom was nibbling her clit, her hands grasping Jenny’s hips, holding her as steady as she could while my roommate came in her face.

Finally Jenny gasped, “Th-that’s enough.” She climbed off my mom’s face and staggered over to collapse in a nearby chair, exhaling deeply as she sat.

Mom’s eyes met mine as I massaged her vaginal wall with my fingers. A look of purest adoration was on her face. “Honey,” she whispered.

Withdrawing my hand from between her thighs, I licked at my wet fingertips as Mom and I stared at one another, the lust we both felt openly revealed in our eyes. I knelt beside my mother, lowered my face to hers and claimed her mouth with mine. Her lips parted for me and we kissed like lovers, tongues entwining in a ballet of naked desire.

I broke our kiss, then climbed onto the bed to straddle Mom’s face just as Jenny had, my pussy directly above her parted lips. No words were needed — we both wanted this.

She began to lick me, tenderly at first — and before I knew it she was deep between my thighs, loving me with her mouth.

I had to pleasure her, too. My breasts were mashed against my mother’s tummy, the aroma of pussy rising to bewitch me yet again. Burying my face in her matted pubes, I kissed Mom’s clitoris as her tongue darted in and out of me.

Then I felt someone squeeze into the space between me and the bed’s headboard. A hand parted my buttocks, and two fingers anointed the crack of my ass with cool lubricant.

“Yeah, Carla. Do it!” Jenny growled, standing nearby.

I moaned into Mom’s pussy as the tip of the latex cock began to press against my anus, then popped inside. Carla fed it into me an inch or so at a time, gradually easing her way into my rectum.

I saw stars, moaning into Mom’s pussy as Carla slid her cock out — and back in. Then again. Again.

Carla didn’t have much room to work, and she was pressing against my back as she ass-fucked me, so I was sandwiched between the sweaty bodies of my mother and my lover.

The entire universe was reduced to my mother’s tongue, her pussy, Carla’s dick and my asshole. Nothing else existed… or mattered.

On the tenth stroke or so I raised my face from Mom’s sex and hissed through clenched teeth, “Harder… Jesus, harder! FUCK ME!”

So she shoved that cock into my hole with one hard thrust, her belly smacking against my ass. And with that, I fucking exploded.

My orgasm hit, fast and furious, roaring through me like a fireball. I was panting for breath, barely able to keep my mouth on Mom’s pussy. So I blindly worked her cunt with my fingers, tweaking the nub of her clit with my other hand.

Then in the midst of the ass pounding Carla was giving me, the fire in my belly swelled up and spilled over and I was coming again — the biggest one yet. I screamed, and that’s when my mom climaxed herself. I felt the first convulsion rock her body, and mine.

Somehow Mom and I managed to keep pleasuring each other as we both shook and shuddered in the sweetest of ecstasies. All the while Carla’s hard cock continued to plunge in and out of my rectum, until I finally regained enough of my voice to beg her to stop. She eased her latex toy out of me, and I crumpled onto my side, exhausted.

The smell of sex, thick and spicy, filled the room. I looked over at my mother to see her lying peacefully, a blissful smile on her lips. I crawled into her arms, and we shared a lover’s kiss. The last thing I remember before I dozed off was seeing Jenny stepping into the harness of the strap-on as Carla bent over the sofa, her ass high, waiting…

I woke a short while later to find Mom studying my face, her hand lightly stroking my hair. “Jenny and Carla stepped out for a little while,” she murmured. “They wanted to give us some time together.”

I snuggled against my mother, breathing in the sweetness of her skin. “I love you, Mom… God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” she replied, her hand sliding down to cup my vulva, “and as a woman, not just my daughter.”

My mouth sought out hers and we kissed once more, our tongues meeting, mingling. Then we simply held each other, talking about what had happened.

I asked Mom what had made her give in so easily to Jenny’s advances, and she smiled, telling me that she had been bisexual for many years — and since she’d divorced my father, back when I was fourteen, all her relationships had been with other women. In fact, I knew some of her lovers — acquaintances of hers who were actually much more. She even confessed to having gone to bed with one of my old school friends, a cute blonde named Tiffany, just a couple of months ago.

“Still, I wonder how Jenny knew to come on to you,” I wondered, entwining her fingers with my own.

“I guess she saw it in my eyes somehow, that she could have her way with me,” Mom shrugged. “I’ve got a thing for strong women who take control… maybe she saw that in me, too. But I don’t know how she figured out that I was willing to make love to you, honey. I didn’t know that myself — not until you and I were fucking, that is!” She giggled, giving my hand a squeeze.

I bent my head to place a soft kiss upon her nipple. “I was surprised by how I felt, too. God, I had no idea that I wanted you that way. But I’m glad we got to — to be together.” I touched her lips with my fingers, and she kissed them. “Mom… will we make love again?”

Her warm eyes shone. “We will if have anything to say about it. If you really want me, honey… I’m yours. Anytime you like.”

I slowly nodded, on the verge of joyful tears. “Oh, Momma.” Wow — I hadn’t called her that since I was a little girl.

I wrapped my arms around my mother, hugging her tightly. That was when the door opened and Jenny and Carla entered with a bottle of wine, ready for more fun and games.

Mom ended up staying with us for the whole weekend, and the four of us fucked and made love in every way imaginable. My favorite moment was when I put on that strap-on cock and took my mother’s ass for the first time, plowing her to a convulsive climax. She had never experienced anal sex before, and quickly came to adore it.

It was strange how Mom’s presence changed the dynamic that existed between Jenny, Carla and me. The themes of dominance and submission were still there, but my mother brought a warmth, a sweetness to the sex we shared that affected us all. She completed us, somehow — and by the end of the weekend, Carla and Jenny were utterly smitten by her. Mom felt the same, and she made a point of telling the girls that she loved them before climbing into her car to head home. I couldn’t recall ever seeing Jenny blush before, yet she did when she held my mother’s hand, whispering “I love you, too.”

After that little holiday, we were a foursome — at least, we were as often as Mom could get together with us. She drove up to visit nearly every weekend, and sometimes the three of us took the train home to see her instead, throwing full-on lesbian orgies that spilled into every room of the house. Mom and I even had Jenny and Carla stay with us over the Christmas holidays one year, when the four of us indulged ourselves in every way imaginable for ten sex-filled days.

It’s been six years since that incredible afternoon when I discovered my mother’s hidden passion. Jenny and Carla each went their own way after graduation, though they both stay in touch. As for Mom and I, we are still secret lovers, and I couldn’t be happier. My mother is my best friend, partner, wife and bedmate — and I’ll always be her little girl.