Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Funtoppings

(Previously in “Hidden in the Snow”: Julie is on a skiing vacation with her mother Debra, her aunt Krystal and cousin Bailey. They settle in for the evening, but when Julie gets up in the middle of the night, she is horrified to discover that Aunt Krystal and Bailey are having hot mother-daughter lesbian sex.)

***

After a minute, which felt like an eternity, of standing in front of her mother’s bedroom, contemplating and thinking about what she was going to say, Julie finally took a deep breath and tapped on the door.

“Mom, are you awake?”

“Yeah, honey. Come on in,” a voice uttered on the other end of the door.

It was early morning, quarter to eight the last time Julie checked the clock. She wasn’t sure how much she had slept, but it wasn’t a lot. She kept turning in bed most of the night, replaying those deplorable sights that she saw in Bailey’s room, chewing over how she should approach her mother about this.

Julie walked into her mother’s sunlit room. The window inside was wide open and a cool mountain breeze traveled inside, welcoming Julie with a cold kiss. A strong fragrance of lavender escaped from the shower, where Debra had just taken her morning bath.

Debra was sitting on the bed combing her wet hair. She was wearing her red cardigan sweater and a casual white skirt that ended just a few inches above her knees. The sunlight beamed beautifully off her clean golden hair. Once again, Julie found herself impressed by her mother’s well kept beauty. But it was a thought she would rather not have at that moment. It felt wrong.

“Jules, what are you doing up already? I thought you’ll be snoozing for at least another hour.”

“Yeah, well… I see you’re up early, too.”

“Oh, you know me, honey. I’m always the early-bird, already showered and everything. How was the night, you sleep okay?”

Julie opened her mouth to answer, then closed it immediately. She had an expression on her face as if her mother had asked her a trick math question, and she was trying to figure out the right answer in her head.

“You don’t look like you slept too well,” Debra jumped in before Julie could answer.

“No, I guess I didn’t,” Julie said wearily.

“You probably drank too much. Who am I kidding, I think I drank too much as well. You know your mother, kiddo, not much of a drinker.”

“Yeah… no, it’s not that.”

Debra put her comb aside and gave Julie a concerned look. She stood up looking wide eyed at her daughter. “What, what is it?”

Julie turned her head aside; she couldn’t say it and looked her mother straight in the eyes. She suddenly thought of how in a normal world, the next thing she was going to say to her mother was ‘I’m pregnant’ or ‘I’m getting married’, or even ‘Mom, I dropped out of school and joined a cult’. Anything was better than this. Of course this was not a normal world, not anymore. She woke up last night at 3:05 A.M to a new decadent and debauched world. The kind you read about in the papers. She knew it was time to share her insanity with the one person she trusted the most.

“I woke up in the middle of the night. I was thirsty as hell, had to go down to the kitchen to get some water.”

Debra listened carefully to her daughter. She was looking at her intently with squinted eyes, almost as if she was trying to decipher the image on a Magic Eye poster.

“Well, when I went into the hall, I heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room,” Julie continued. “I thought something was wrong and… I peeked into her room through the small window ouside.”

“What noises? What did you see?”

Julie took a deep breath and looked high above at the ceiling. Her mouth felt desert-dry. Warm tears were sizzling in her eyes.

“I saw Bailey… and I saw Aunt Krystal. And I swear to God I’m not lying, Mom, or telling a joke. But I saw Aunt Krystal and Bailey… on the bed… and they… they… they were naked. They were having sex.”

“What?”

“Sex, they were having sex,” Julie said again, chocked up. Tears crawled down her cheeks.

Debra sat stiffly on the bed, her eyes wide with shock, her jaw unlocked. Both her hands, drawn closely to her lap, were playing nervously with each other. Looking over at Julie, she saw the tears flow from her daughter’s eyes. She got up and went over to embrace her; gave her a hug, so cozy and warm with a mother’s love.

“Okay, don’t worry, Jules. I’ll talk to Krystal. I’ll see what’s going on,” She whispered softly in her daughter’s ear. “Just don’t you worry. I want you to go to your room, and try to get some sleep. I… I really don’t know what else to say… not until I speak with Krystal.”

“It’s just so fucked up, Mom. I don’t think I can ever look them in the eyes again. Not ever.”

“I understand, sweetheart,” Debra kissed her daughter on the cheek. She looked deep into Julie’s sapphire blue eyes. “Go to your room. Close the door. And try to get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

“Okay,” Julie said softly. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey. I love you too.”

Debra gave Julie a warm hug again. A dark shadow settled across her face as soon she rested her head on the teen’s shoulder. Julie quietly left the room, and Debra stared blankly at the door, left stunned by what her daughter had said.

But in a way, she was not completely surprised.

In fact, she was hardly surprised at all.

***

Thirty minutes after Julie had told of her shocking experience, Debra was still seated in her room, staring at the walls. She watched her own reflection on the big mirror and for some reason, rather inappropriately for that moment, wondered how desirable she still was.

She remembered a year ago, when Julie had come home with her boyfriend, Jason. It was the first time she met the young man. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, chiseled-chin type of a fellow. At one point, she served them cold drinks; both Julie and Jason were sitting on the white leather couches in the living room. As Debra brought down the tray of cold lemonades on the table, she could easily notice Jason glancing at her cleavage with hungry eyes.

Of course, she would never tell this to Julie. But still, it felt nice to be ogled, to be viewed as sexy. And she was sexy, at least according to her friends, her jogging buddies and the women at her hair salon. They were all very complimentary to her. Yet you never really know who’s telling the truth and who’s being nice to the poor bereaved woman, whose kids had already left her to potter about in an almost empty house.

Eventually, she stepped out of her room. She looked down the corridor at the small shadow peeking underneath Krystal’s door. She suddenly felt like one of those sheriffs in the old Westerns she used to watch as a child, just before they were about to enter a saloon full of dirty desperadoes.

This will either end nicely or in a shootout, she thought.

The air in the corridor was thick with morning stillness. Bailey was fast asleep in her room; her night, which was packed with a wild succession of orgasms, had induced a session of unthinkable and vivid dreams. Julie was also asleep. She’d found it much easier to drift off, once the burden of her secret had been shared with Mom.

Debra walked over to Krystal’s room and knocked on her door.

“Krystal, are you up?” No answer.

Debra paused, and then knocked again. “Kryst—”

The door opened. Krystal was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding on the door knob, the other holding on the white towel wrapped around her hair. Beads of water glistened on her neck and above the hollow of her breasts.

“Good morning, good morning. I see you’re already up,” Krystal smiled wearily and gestured for Debra to come inside.

“Yeah, well you know me, always the—”

“Always the early bird,” Krystal smirked. “Yes, yes, I know.”

Krystal opened the curtains of her window, sweeping the room with great beams of sunlight. “Wow, beautiful day out,” she said and unwrapped the towel from her hair. “I guess we can enjoy it while it lasts, I heard we may be getting some snowstorms today.”

“Yeah, I heard it too,” Debra said.

Krystal swiftly walked to her closet, where she kept her unpacked vacation clothes. She studied each sweater and  pair of pants that she took out of the shelves, and then tossed them carelessly on top of her bed, creating a heap of clothes.

“Ugh. First thing I’m doing back home is buying an all new wardrobe for winter.” She then turned to Debra. “How you doing, hon? You had coffee already? If not, then wait for me. I’ll make us a fresh pot.”

Debra paused before she answered. She didn’t need a cup of coffee to get an adrenaline rush in her veins. Not this morning.

“No. Not yet.”

Krystal turned to Debra, she noticed some stiffness in her sister’s voice. “What’s up with you? You’re okay?”

Debra quietly walked over to the window at the far side of the room. There was a white wooden desk-chair bathing in the morning sunlight, and she sat in it. She looked outside the window at the silvery blue skies, searching far away into the heavens.

“Helloooo, Debra? Everything’s all right?”

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Debra replied solemnly, without taking her eyes off the window.

Krystal dropped the red sweater she was holding in her hands, and turned to her sister; a grave look on her face. “What? What do you mean?”

Debra, sitting with her back to Krystal, watched white clouds slowly drifting in the skies, mesmerized. She hesitated for just a second, but when she did finally speak, the words came out of her mouth like heavy bricks.

“My daughter told me that she woke up in the middle of the night. And she heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room.”

Krystal froze. Her eyes closed tightly.

“She saw you and Bailey inside,” there was a long pause before she continued. “She saw what you were doing.”

“How?”

“How?” Debra said abruptly. “Really, Krystal? That’s the question? How?”

Krystal hung her head and said, “No. No, of course not. Oh God…”

After a brief moment of silence, Krystal walked over to Debra. She placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders, which became warm from sunlight, and gave them a light squeeze. Debra reacted with listless apathy to Krystal’s touch; she simply stared outside the window with bright eyes, looking far away into the distance.

“I didn’t mean for her to see it… I didn’t mean to—”

“So you have sex with your daughter?” Debra asked, her words cutting like a sharp knife.

Krystal’s grip tightened around her sister’s shoulders. “Yes,” she replied, her answer both honest and awful.

“How long have you been doing this?”

Krystal took a deep breath. Water began to drip from her soaked hair. There was such a bitter silence in the room she could actually hear each drop as it crashed on the hardwood floor.

“For a few months now,” she answered.

“I… I didn’t know you did that… with her…”

“Come on, sister. You know what type of family we came from. You know the deal. It shouldn’t come to you as that much of a surprise.”

Debra didn’t answer, but rather kept looking deep into the sunny blue skies, but it wasn’t the clouds she was looking at, not even the tremendous silhouette of Mount Mansfield peering up ahead in the distance. She was looking at her past — a few decades into her past.

While society always looked at inter-family relations as taboo and immoral, Krystal and Debra grew up in a house where such things were commonplace. Of course, they were also smart enough to know not to talk about it outside the confines of their home; it was the family secret.

It was their mother who suggested to both Debra and Krystal that they have sex for the first time. It was their mother who taught them that as long as they are mature enough to understand the implications of their doings, then there is no shame in sharing love with a close member of the family.

In her later years, Debra would look at her past with a small measure of regret of how she was brought up, but not with complete disdain. As far as she could tell, she and her sister were brought up in a loving home environment with gentle parents who were adored by both children and adults alike. Most important, though, was the fact that their parents never forced anything upon them, but only presented them with an option. They explained to them the ways of the family and would have gladly accepted whichever path the sisters chose to take. If they wanted to, Debra and Krystal could have refused. They could have easily been taken out of this close intimate circle. But they didn’t.

Krystal and Debra grew up in the same room, where they shared everything from clothes to personal secrets. They always had a loving relationship, but once they discovered the pleasures of sex with one another, their love flowered into something much greater.

“Come on, Deb. It’s been so long for me. I didn’t have any serious relationship with a man for over sixteen years.” Krystal said. Her hands were softly kneading Debra’s shoulders.

“You dated lots of men, Krystal. It was your decision not to remarry. It was only your decision. God knows you had options.”

“True. I’m not denying it. But I couldn’t remarry because I didn’t want to live in a lie. I didn’t want to wake up in bed every morning to a person that I knew… that I knew I could never love—”

“Don’t say it, Krystal.”

“—as much as I loved you.”

Suddenly, the vivid colors washed out of Debra’s world and grew sepia-toned. It was as if someone knocked her out of her seat and kicked her thirty years into the past. She could literally smell the fragrance of the freshly cut grass on the lawn outside the house she grew up in.

She remembered all the love that had been shared between her and Krystal. How they would have the most amazing sex; the type she was never able to duplicate — not with her husband, not with anyone. It was the perfect mixture of curious young love and the explosive nature of their raging hormones.

“And now I have my new love. Now I have Bailey,” Krystal said softly, still massaging Debra’s shoulders and neck. “Now that she’s old enough, she understands. She understands after all these years, why her mother was alone, and where her mother’s passion really lies. And the beautiful thing is — she wants to partake in all of this. She wants to.”

“Don’t you want Bailey to grow up — I don’t know — normal? Have a conventional life. Date boys. Marry a man?” Debra said, and briefly thought of Julie, holding her acceptance letter from Columbia, beaming with joy.

“Normal… we grew up normal, Debra. We both dated boys; we both got engaged; we both got married and had babies, and that was wonderful, I wouldn’t change anything about it. I offer my child the same options as we were offered. She is an adult. If and when the day comes that she wants to move out on her own and bring men to the house for me to meet, then I’ll support her all the way.”

“And if she’ll bring a woman?”

Debra couldn’t see it, but a mild smile broke on Krystal’s face.

“If she wants to bring a woman, then I’ll support it as well. In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bailey turned out to be a lesbian…”

Debra understood. She had considered herself to be straight for the second half of her life, but her fondest sexual memories were with a woman; with Krystal.

“Does Bailey like it? Does she enjoy it, you know, like we did?”

There was a silvery glow in Krystal’s eyes. She slowly leaned closer to her sister; her naked breasts swaying under the fabric of her bathrobe.

“Oh, yes. She enjoys it,” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “We have the most amazing sex, Deb.”

Debra closed her eyes, and a series of images floated beneath the underside of her eyelids. All of the images were of her sister and young niece: naked; kissing; touching. Except from one image, that floated above all the rest like a drifting cloud in the sky. It was an image of Julie holding that acceptance letter; her eyes radiating.

“And your Julie… you can’t tell me you don’t fantasize about being with her, now can you?”

Debra shifted in her seat. “No… no, I don’t.” Her voice wavered with uncertainty.

“Come on, now…”  Krystal grinned. Her hands traveled from the base of Debra’s neck and slyly slithered down to the top of her cleavage line. “Don’t lie, sweetie. The thought of doing it with Julie has to have crossed your mind.”

Debra’s throat was arid; the breath stood frozen in her chest. At that moment she was thinking about Julie; her young, beautiful Julie.

“I bet it was never easy for you playing the role of The Mom when you have a child that is a living, breathing wet-dream; especially for someone with such a keen taste for women as you. Last night while we were watching the movie, it really dawned on me how amazingly beautiful your Julie is. Those mesmerizing blue eyes…”  Krystal’s words trailed off as she planted a wet kiss on Debra’s left cheek.

Suddenly Debra thought of eyes; almond shaped slanted eyes, almost catlike. She thought of eyes that were blue and deep as the summer skies, and that sparkled like bright midnight stars. And when those eyes stared at her, she could feel her spirit soar.

“And her beautiful soft lips; you had to dream about those lips…”  Krystal continued and kissed Debra again, this time on the groove of her neck.

In her mind, Debra imagined the kiss coming from a much younger mouth, glistering with moisture and innocence.

“And her breasts: so beautiful and mouthwatering. I imagine she has the pinkest nipples. Just wrapping your mouth around one of them, mmmm…” She nuzzled Debra’s neck.

Her hands slid down the cleavage of Debra’s cardigan and slipped underneath the bra. She cupped her sister’s breasts in her hands and squeezed them with such unrestrained passion that it caused her own nipples to stiffen from excitement.

It felt good to Debra as well. She closed her eyes, bathing in the sunlight and savoring the moment. Her heart was beating vigorously. Her nipples throbbed as her sister’s thumbs gently rubbed them. Her hands were clenched over her knees as shivers of desire raced through her frame.

“Her gorgeous, mouth watering, slender body…”  Krystal laid another wet kiss on the bottom of Debra’s chin.

“That round, firm ass…”

And another kiss fell on the corner of the mouth.

“Her creamy, delicate, moist pussy …”

This time, Krystal found her sister’s lips. They shared a long and sensuous kiss, like two lovers that were thrown into each other’s arms after years of separation… which in a way, they were.

Their tongues rolled against each other, both drenched and slippery with anticipation. Debra remembered when she was younger, kissing her sister for the very first time, how it had felt so innocent yet exhilarating, and today, thirty years later, the kiss still felt every bit as wonderful.

Krystal eventually broke the kiss, but gave Debra a coquettish smile, full of wicked intent, and Debra immediately knew where this was headed. And as her sister led her to the bed, Debra realized that she hadn’t felt so excited and happy for a long time.

“God, Deb, I’ve wanted this so much,” Krystal said as they both embraced and kissed on the bed. Underneath them were a crumpled sheet and a pile of clothes that didn’t matter to anyone.”I wanted to have you back in my arms for so long. My tongue never forgot the way you tasted.”

Krystal reached down, sliding a hand under Debra’s skirt and into her panties. She laced her fingers through a patch of curly hair until she found her older sister’s hidden treasure. Debra immediately retaliated with a moan and a sudden quiver of her hips.

“Oh, yes!” Krystal bubbled. “You’re practically dripping down there!”

Debra, who spent countless lonely nights fantasizing of fingers other than her own, strumming her clit and awarding her with orgasmic relief, shuddered at her sister’s touch. Her head was swimming as Krystal stroked between her legs.

Krystal finally took the hand away from her sister’s pussy. The fingers gleamed with a fresh coat of nectar. She guided them to Debra’s lips.

“Come on,” Krystal whispered.”Taste yourself.”

Debra, without much hesitation, snaked out her tongue and licked the fluids off her sister’s fingers. Not one to hold back on her own burning desires, Krystal pushed her tongue out as well and cleaned the remaining streaks of juice from her own fingers. Eventually, their tongues met and they exchanged a sloppy kiss.

“You taste amazing, sis,” Krystal whispered in her ear.

Debra looked at her sister with big eyes that burned with passion. Her pussy ached to be reintroduced — after so many years — to Krystal’s mouth. Her eyes grew even wider and hungrier once Krystal disrobed, revealing her clean, naked body.

Debra gazed at her sister, now completely exposed, and the most impure thoughts danced in her head. She hadn’t seen that body, in all its glory, for over twenty-five years. It was no longer the body of the nineteen-year-old she remembered, but that of a beautiful woman who had aged very well. Her tits were perfectly round and naturally big, only sagging a bit. She’d always felt a little jealous of how Krystal’s chest had blossomed so nicely, and while her own chest was hardly considered small, she still believed her sister had struck lucky in that department. Looking down, she saw a lush tuft of dark pubic hair, casually trimmed into a fuzzy triangle. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, craving for the feeling of that curly hair tickling her nose while she suckled on her sister’s moist labia.

“You look gorgeous, Krystal.”

Krystal smiled as she presented her breasts to her sister’s awaiting mouth. Debra enthusiastically played with the nipples, which grew like fresh berries as she sucked them.

Krystal rubbed feverishly between her legs; the stiffening sensation of her sensitive nipples had clicked a switch in her pussy. Now it felt wilder and more alive than ever. As Debra sucked on her nipples, Krystal thought she might orgasm from that stimulation alone. She almost surrendered to the pleasure, but her lips started to tingle and the need to finally taste her sister grew stronger.

“God, I want you!” Krystal cried. She unbuttoned Debra’s cardigan to expose her white lace bra, which quickly found itself tossed on the floor. Krystal latched onto her sister’s left nipple, sucking on it with the intensity of a wild animal, then switched to the other. The nerves in Debra’s breasts became a network of stimulation, rapidly sending signals of pleasure down to her vagina.

“Oh, Krystal… lick me down there. Please.”

Krystal grabbed the hem of Debra’s skirt and raised it above the waist area, exposing a pair of white lace panties, now accented by the forming of a large wet spot. She pressed her nose against her sister’s crotch and took a giant whiff.

“Mmmm… you smell terrific. Maybe I’ll just sit here all day and just smell you.” Krystal said teasingly, and buried her nose yet again at Debra’s crotch, pressing it hard against her clit.

“N-No… p-please… go down on me. I’m begging you!” Debra squirmed.

“Well, all right,” Krystal grinned slyly. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and rolled her sister’s panties down and off. Looking at the engorged lips of Debra’s pussy made her mouth water.

She thrust her head between her older sister’s legs, welcoming Debra back to a world of Sapphic thrills.

Debra shivered with ecstasy. Her uncontrollable moans grew louder and louder and gradually turned into guttural cries of insatiable pleasure. With the final thread of sanity in her head, it struck her that she might be overheard, so she crushed a pillow into her face, then released a stream of stifled cries.

Krystal, fired by her sister’s muffled moans, felt her own pussy dribbling warm fluids. She quickly began to finger herself.

Debra sensed her climax approaching as the walls of her pussy contracted over her sister’s tongue. She could feel sweet release pulsating in the veins in her neck and at the bottom of her feet. Her left toe vibrated uncontrollably, like a plucked guitar string. She tightened her grip on the pillow and burrowed her face even deeper against it,  bellowing at the top of her lungs.

In this deep reservoir of ecstasy, Debra envisioned her lover making love to her. She looked downwards and saw her lover nestled between her outspread thighs, resting a hand on her belly; licking her, nibbling her clit, nose pressing against her pubic bone. Everything around her lover became vividly whiter and brighter and heavenly. In her vision, she covered her lover’s hand with her own, and their fingers laced together. In the real world, she laced her fingers through empty air.

Then her lover’s face rose from between her legs to smile at her with perky lips that gleamed with her juices, a glowing nimbus surrounding her head. She saw her lover’s face; beautiful, angelic, silky, youthful.

It was Julie’s face. She saw her daughter, Julie. Her lover.

“Mmmmm… g-god, J-Julieeeee… ahhhh!” 

A jolt of electricity traveled down Debra’s body; ran from the core of her pussy all the way down to her toes. Krystal sat up and stared, warm fluids covering her mouth and chin as she watched her sister violently convulse in an unrelenting orgasm.

“Oh, God!” Debra shuddered, her entire body steamed like hot, wet velvet. This felt like the greatest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Thrusting her arms out, she reached for Krystal, desperate for her embrace. Krystal smiled and crawled on top of her sister, feeling Debra’s slick, sweaty body vibrating under hers.

“Debra?”

“Yesss…”  Debra whispered, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body.

“Did you just… ? Did you call out Julie’s name?”

Debra’s breasts heaved as she slowly regained her breath. Her thoughts were still cloudy and adrenaline still pumped chaotically in her veins. What is Krystal talking about? she wondered. Julie? I called out for Julie? Surely she’s mistaken.

“What? No. No, of course not.”

Krystal laughed as she held tighter against her sister and planted a wet kiss on her right cheek.  “Yes, you did,” she said, giggling. “You said Julie’s name. You thought of her when you came, didn’t you?”

Debra stared intently at the wooden planked ceiling and realized her sister was right; she was visualizing Julie in her head as a part of her fantasy; as her lover.

“Yes… yes, I guess I did,”  she said. Suddenly she realized that she had climaxed to the image of her daughter. And deep inside, she also knew that it wasn’t the first time she did so either. There were other times. “I’ve wanted her so badly…” she whispered.  “I can’t lie about it anymore. Not to myself, not to you.”

There had been many other times, in fact.

“You really want her?”

“I’ve pictured making love to her so many times.” Debra playfully caressed the length of her sister’s neck. She wondered what Julie’s skin would feel like.

Krystal rolled off her sister’s body and over to her side of the bed. The confession from her sister had instigated a tingling in her pussy that was rife with untamed excitement. Her left hand automatically traveled south.

“God, sometimes during the night,” Debra continued speaking, still engulfed in her memories, “when I’m all alone in the house. I’ll look at some of her photos — especially those sexy eight-by-tens she did when she modeled — and I would masturbate to them.”

“G-G-God, yesss…”  Krystal’s voice wavered. She closed her eyes and allowed Debra’s story to take shape in her head.

Debra suddenly grew aware of her sister’s self pleasure.  “Krystal?”

“Just keep talking to me, baby.” Her voice was shaky. “What do you want to do to your daughter?”

Realizing she was now playing the catalyst to her sister’s orgasm, Debra curled beside Krystal, drew close to her ear and whispered, “I want to fuck her.”

“Ahhhh… mmmm… Oh, Jesus…”

“I want. To fuck. My daughter.” She repeated it again, slower this time. It was strange how that string of words didn’t sound all that preposterous to her. It actually tuned in her ears quite nicely.

“Ohhhhhh…” Krystal whimpered. For a moment, Debra was sure she was also crying as a forceful orgasm swept her body from head to toe. Fluids seeped from her cunt, leaking onto the sheets.

Debra climbed on top of her sister in a sixty-nine, and each woman buried her face in a juicy pussy.

“Oh fuck, sis. I’m gonna come in your mouth!” Krystal growled.

Debra felt her body becoming useless as ecstasy suddenly swamped her all over again. “Me too, baby. Me t-too,” she gasped.

They climaxed in unison. Their bodies, tangled and entwined in a ball of limbs and sweat, quivered as the orgasm spun inside them like a hot tornado. They collapsed, each to their own side of the bed, both trying to regain a sense of placement. Then Debra cuddled next to her sister, and they both floated silently back to the here and now. For a long time, their breathing did the only talking.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows and flooded every corner of the room. Debra stared blankly at the window, unable to remember the last time she’d felt so peaceful and satisfied.

“So… have you figured out what you’re gonna say to Julie?” Krystal broke the silence.

Debra kissed her sister on the shoulder and buried her cheek against that very same spot. “No, not really. I’m not really sure I’m going to say anything. At least not the full extent of it.”

“But, Deb—”

“No, Krystal. I know what you have with Bailey is amazing and… and I envy you, I really mean it. But I don’t know if I’m ready at this stage to cross that border with Julie. I’m not sure how she’ll react at this point. I just… I just don’t know.”

Krystal wrapped a warm arm around Debra’s nude body and hugged her tightly.

“I understand, sweetie. I just wish… with all four of us here on vacation, far away from anyone we know, We could have so much fun…”

Debra knew that her sister was right.

***

“Okay, so the files should be waiting for you in your inbox, so just tell me if… h-hello? Hello?”

“I’m here. I can hear you just fine, Audra,” Julie told her roommate. But she still removed the cell phone from her ear and surveyed the screen. There was a weak signal.

“Oh, okay. Cause I’m hearing you totally shitty, Jule. Where the heck did you say this lodge is again? Like up in the fucking woods or something?”

“Something like that. This entire area is kind of secluded,” Julie said and stretched her feet on the bed.”I’m actually surprised I’m getting any phone signal at all.”

“So, how you been doin’ over there anyway? Did any skiing?”

“No. No skiing,” Julie told her roommate with a sigh.

“Oh… ? Why not? For God’s sakes, Jule, you’re on a skiing trip…”

“Yeah, I know. I skied yesterday. As for today, well…”

Julie’s voice trailed off into silence. She looked up at the silver moon, shining through her bedroom window. She searched for answers in its glow.

“Well… well, what?” Audra asked.

“Nah, it’s nothing serious. I kind of had a little… argument with my family.”

“What about?”

Julie wiped a light film of sweat from her forehead. The toes of her bare feet curled like talons. “It’s nothing, Audra. I — I really don’t wanna get into this. It’s really not that big a deal.” She closed her eyes, hoping Audra wouldn’t poke harder on this matter.

“Okay, babe, if you say so.” There was a silent pause, which Julie initially thought resulted from a bad connection, but eventually Audra’s voice emerged from the other side of the phone. “So, what did you do all day, then?”

After five minutes of talking the connection became unbearable and Julie had to end the conversation. She gave a long sigh as she placed the cell phone on the nightstand. It was good to talk to Audra. Granted, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation they’d ever had, but it was still nice to talk to a sane voice from back home. God knows, there weren’t a lot of sane voices at the lodge.

That thing that she saw the night before still haunted her memory; the images and sounds looped in the back of her mind like a never-ending motion picture. The lewd words coming out of her aunt’s mouth jingled in her ears throughout the day. Lick my pussy, baby… lick Momma’s pussy. Julie shuddered.

She approached the window in her room and looked outside at the shadowy coldness with a wan expression on her face. It was nearing midnight, winter snow was pouring down on Stowe, coming hard and heavy. The weather, which had started pleasantly warm and sunny, quickly deteriorated around midday to a maelstrom of whirling whiteness. At first, the skies became overcast with menacing silver clouds, followed by an unrelenting onslaught of pouring snow. Then the blizzards came, screaming and swirling, and taking on the snow with a mad flurry.

Julie remembered how earlier in the day, while she was eating a late lunch at a local café, she got a text message from her mom, telling her that she should probably return back to the lodge before the weather worsened. When she had taken a cab back home, the cab-driver, whose rough facial features looked as if they were carved by stone, was kind enough to give her his two cents on the matter.

“Yep, it looks like one heckuva shit-storm is heading our way. Pardon my French, Miss,” the driver had grumbled. Julie sat in the back seat and stared at the frozen road outside her window, grimacing.

She leaned forward, so he could hear her voice over the car engine.”Really, you think so?”

“You betcha. My boss — may he die a thousand deaths — called me off the graveyard shift I was s’posed to work tonight. Called off almost everyone from the station who was supposed to work tonight. And that sonovabitch don’t call off anyone — unless it’s somethin’ really bad, like this weather here. Again, pardon my French.”

Julie graciously smiled at him and leaned back in her seat.

Now, looking out through the window in her bedroom, she understood what he was talking about.

God, let this weather calm down by tomorrow, she prayed silently. I won’t be able to stay sequestered in this place for the whole day with Bailey and Aunt Krystal. I just won’t be. 

Then she heard a faint knock on the door.

Julie cautiously walked towards the door, moving barefooted over pinewood flooring. She paused for a moment, a wreath of air caught in her lungs.

“Who is it?” she asked tentatively.

“It’s me, honey,” her mother’s voice.

A sense of relief rushed through her body as she opened the door for her mom.

Debra walked in, wearing a beautiful crimson-colored stretch nightgown that ended a few inches above her knees and with a cleavage that left very little to the imagination. Her golden hair, showered and combed, fell neatly over her shoulders. She quickly entered and sat on the edge of Julie’s bed, softly tapping a nervous right fist against a sweaty left palm.

“So, Jules… we didn’t get to speak much today,” Debra said, looking down at her polished toenails.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I just had to get outta the house for a while. You know…”

Debra nodded, her lips tightening.

“So, Mom,” Julie took a step closer to her mother. “Did you talk to Aunt Krystal? You know, about last night?”

Debra nodded again, still peering down at her toes. “I did. I did, and…”  she raised her head to look at Julie, but froze when she met her eyes.

Dressed in a sexy white camisole and a low-cut pair of bright pink shorts, the twenty-two-year-old looked like she had just stepped out of one of Debra’s most salacious dreams. Her white top, cropped at the midriff, exposed her flat, taut tummy. Pink shorts covered the smallest amount of her shapely ass, revealing just a little skin from the bottom curves of her buttocks.

Debra followed the inseam of Julie’s shorts with her eyes; she studied the line, which curved around her daughter’s sleek thigh, and then stopped at the crotch, where the subtle protrusion of Julie’s nether lips seemed to be visible through the fabric.

Her beauty was almost mythical in the way it turned its appreciators into thoughtless, motionless statues. Like me, Debra thought.

“Mom?” Julie’s voice roused Debra from her reverie.

Debra’s dark eyes jumped at Julie. “Sweetie?”

“You were saying something?”

“Yes,” She cleared her throat. “Krystal — I did speak with her.”

Debra slid backwards on Julie’s bed, dragging her bum across the mattress, until she felt a large pillow cushioning her back. The lower hem of her dress got pulled up a bit, exposing a hint of her beautifully tanned thighs.

“Come, lie next to me. I want to talk to you,” she said, lightly patting a vacant spot beside her.

Julie stared at her mother, a storm of bewilderment settling across her face. Her lower lip was jutted out in a pout, its pink flesh glistering.

Debra saw that lip and wanted it. She longed to trace it with her tongue, then suck it into her mouth. She wanted to guide Julie’s pretty mouth down between her legs, and make it —

She blinked her eyes twice, and the lewd images vanished from her head. This is no time to get lost in such fantasies, she realized.

“Come on, sit,” Debra asked again. Julie slid next to her mother on the bed.

Debra inched closer to Julie and slowly began to run her fingers through her child’s dark raven hair.

“Listen, before I speak about your Aunt Krystal, there’s something I want to tell you about our family,” Debra paused and then added: “My family.”

Julie listened, a frown line delved between her eyebrows.

“My side of the family has always been more — oh, how do I put it — open towards the idea of inter-family relations.” She was lying so close to Julie that she could feel her daughter’s skin rippling with fresh goosebumps. She squeezed tighter against her and continued.

“Basically what this means is, we were doing things in our house, that were… Well, let’s say they weren’t things we were supposed to talk about, if you know what I mean.”

Julie’s face turned ivory white. “Things like, what I saw last night?” she asked faintly, surprised that her throat was able to make a sound.

Debra nodded. “It’s really hard to understand this — not unless you lived through it, and I’m actually not going to try to explain, but I just need you to know that for us, back then, it was perfectly normal.” She wrapped a warm arm around Julie’s shoulders. “Just like for you, growing up in a big wonderful house, having your own room, watching game shows every night as a family. That was your life. My life… it was different. Definitely different.” She paused, then added, “Sweetheart, I know how strange it sounds…”

Julie lay on the bed, her body feeling useless. Her mother was hugging her with one hand and stroking her hair with the other. A slew of emotions raged through her body, harder and faster than the snowstorm that raged outside.

“It sounds wrong, that’s what it sounds like, Mom,” Julie said through tears that were burning the back of her throat. “I know it’s not your fault, Mom, and that you were young, but there are laws against such things. I mean, it sounds like Gramma and Grampa totally took advantage of–”

“Shhh,” Debra said. “Your grandparents are long gone, and I don’t want you speaking badly of them.”

Debra moved even closer to Julie; she pressed her cheek against her daughter’s and felt tears lingering between them. “Regardless of right or wrong, there is no one at fault here. Not Gramma, not Grampa, not Krystal, not me. When we did what we did, both your aunt and I were old enough to make decisions on our own. We chose to… to walk a certain path.”

The more she heard, the more Julie felt like her body was sinking into the bed, like a bad dream where you’re trapped in quicksand. She wanted to hate her mother, yet found herself unable to do so. In a way, she admired her for coming forward with such a dark secret, which had been buried in her past for so long.

“And now, your aunt Krystal — and I swear to God I didn’t know it until today, when you told me — apparently, she had chosen to walk this very same path… only this time, with her daughter.”

Julie thought of Bailey. She was close to her, and knew her so well — or at least she thought so. Was Bailey just acting this all time? she wondered. Talking about boys; displaying acts of rebelliousness against her mother like every child. Is this all an act? 

The thoughts were jumbled in Julie’s head; they jumped from Bailey to Krystal to her mother and then back to Bailey. There was a deep silence in the room, and for a while the only noises that were heard were the faint groans coming from the lodge’s old foundations.

Debra let her hand rest on top of Julie’s exposed flat belly, and pressed her lips against the side of her child’s head, right above the ear, giving her a warm, motherly kiss.

Julie edged closer to her mother. Somewhere in this sea of emotions and feeling of being lost, she welcomed the warmness. She enjoyed her mother’s kiss; it felt like something ordinary and familiar in a moment that was fraught with unfamiliarity. And when her mother started to brush her hand across her tummy in warm, friendly circles, she was soothed even more.

“What are you thinking about, sweetie?” Debra breathed in Julie’s ear.

“Oh, I dunno. Nothing. Everything. I just don’t know what to think,” she said, soothed by the movements of Mom’s hand over her belly.

She noticed the lines across the fingers of her mother’s hand, and realized that the years take their toll on anyone or anything. Her mother — maybe once, a long time ago — was like Krystal. And even then, it was simply the result of her upbringing. But while Krystal had taken the lessons of her childhood and morphed them into a twisted sexual fantasy, using her daughter as a toy in her game, her mother had bravely decided to shake the shadows of her past, to walk a different, better path. And that path was why Julie had grown up like a normal girl, with the fondest childhood memories a person could ever ask for. She had her mother to thank for that.

“I love you, Mom,” Julie whispered.

“Now, that’s twice in one day that you said that,” Debra told her, smiling. “I’m going to start thinking that you really mean it.”

Julie giggled and wrapped her long legs around her mother’s. “I mean it. I love you. And that’s three times.”

Debra kissed her on the cheek. It was a big wet kiss that left a moist imprint on Julie’s rosy skin. “I love you too, honey.”

They both lay on the bed, nestled together. Julie’s legs were tangled with her mother’s, their cheekbones touching, their bodies exchanging pleasant and affectionate heat.

Debra brushed her left hand across her daughter’s smooth belly, then let it drift upward; sometimes sneaking a few fingers under the lower hem of the camisole, just beneath the valley of Julie’s breasts. And then sometimes it moved south; grazing over the belly button, then sweeping even lower.

The right hand toyed with Julie’s hair. The fingers grazed each lock of hair with a wealth of compassion, sending tiny waves of pleasure all the way down to her scalp.

“Mmmm…” Julie purred. Her eyes closed as she allowed the soothing sensations to take over her body.

She received another kiss from her mother — right above the lips, then yet another, an inch to the right.

The mature woman shifted her body even closer to her daughter.

Julie felt her mother’s breasts pressing against her arm, and she noticed how the nipples grew erect under the fabric of the woman’s gown, to the point they were poking her skin.

Their noses were almost touching. They inhaled and exhaled each other’s breath, creating a warm circulation of air between their bodies.

Debra’s left hand, feeling overly playful, traveled lower than ever before and now it was moving just a hint above the waistband of Julie’s pink shorts.

The twenty-two-year-old, who was known for her sharp mind and quick thinking among her school colleagues, was so beguiled by the feeling of comfort and delight that she didn’t even notice at first when her mother slipped a hand beneath the elastic of her shorts.

With a hand pressed against the soft fabric of Julie’s panties, right above her delicate mound, Debra lowered her lips to her daughter’s and hovered above them for a few precious moments.

Then Julie felt it.

The realization of it slowly trickled into her consciousness, like water from a wounded bucket. Her knees were the first to show signs of weakness but then it quickly transitioned to her entire legs, and arms, and neck, and before she sunk into that fragile point-of-no-return she realized that her mother was masturbating her. Then the woman, who had once fed her by the spoon, and taught her how to tie her tiny shoes, pressed her lips against Julie’s mouth and gave her a kiss.

Julie was close to surrendering to her mother’s touch. Her thighs squeezed together, and her pussy began to throb.

Why fight it? She wondered. Who would know? Who would tell? Is it so awful? It’s not. It’s wonderful. 

Her lips parted as a low moan escaped from her mouth, and it gave her mother a chance to deepen the kiss, her tongue easing between Julie’s lips.

But soon enough, a millisecond in real world time, a switch clicked in Julie’s head. For the first time, it struck her, exactly what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Julie gasped, and pushed her mother’s face away.

Frightened, Debra withdrew the hand away from her daughter’s shorts and clutched it tightly to her chest. The expression on her face was of shame and terror.

They both stared at each other, stunned and speechless. Julie’s eyes were wide and angry, her cheeks a feverish red. Debra watched her, frozen. Her high, rich color was gone. She tried to say she was sorry, she tried to apologize and explain, but Julie waved her off and headed straight to the door.

She clutched the doorknob and held the cold brass for a few seconds, contemplating. She looked back over her shoulder; a cold shadow crossing her face as she spoke.

“I’m going down to the living room,” she said coldly. “Don’t come after me. Don’t any of you come after me. I just… I don’t want to see you.”

“Julie, wait—”

But it was too late. Julie had already stormed out of the room.

Outside, snow flurries were still raging all over Stowe. Main streets were blocked and the forests were heavily powdered. It was very clear that the snow was there to stay.

And that means, for the next twenty four hours, your room is a sanctuary. So you’d better make the most of it.

On to Chapter Three!

Author Unknown

Lightly edited by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

(I looked hither and yon for the original source of this story, with zero success. If any of you know, pass it on to us.)

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When I was sixteen, I was an awkward, plain Jane of a girl. I spent most of my time with my nose in books, huge sweeping fantasy novels by Anne McCaffrey and Robert Jordan. I never dated, and never looked at boys, because boys never looked at me. My hair was brown and plain, stringy with neglect. My eyes were hidden behind huge, coke-bottle glasses. My figure was thin and gangly, and I usually clothed myself in baggy sweatshirts and jeans.

The time for my junior prom came, and my Mom heard about it through a friend of hers, whose own daughter was in my class. Mom asked if I was going, and I said no, because I didn’t have a date. In reality, I had no intention of going, even if someone had asked me. I couldn’t imagine what I’d do with myself at one of those things.

Then my Mom said something that completely stunned me. Her hands on her hips, she announced that she was taking me to the prom.

I protested, but she was adamant. She said it was time I got out of myself and learned to mingle with other people.

She took me to a beauty salon at nine o’clock the morning of the dance. If I was plain and awkward, my mother was the exact opposite. She’d divorced my dad when I was very young, preferring to raise me by herself. She paid very close attention to her figure, spending a lot of time at the health club working out. She dressed nice, and she always looked great. The beauty salon we went to that morning was her normal salon and she knew all the girls who worked there.

“Give her the works,” Mom ordered.

While two women went to work on me, Mom left to go shopping for dresses. They sculpted and painted my toenails, sanded all the rough spots off my feet. They smoothed my chewed fingernails, and put weird smelling creams all over my face. They even gave me a bikini wax which, let me tell you, was one embarrassing experience.

By the time Mom came back an hour later, I was a hundred percent prettier than I had been when I entered the place. My mom was astounded at first, then delighted.

After that, we took a mud bath. Sliding naked into the heavy mud was a strange experience, but Mom said it always made her feel rejuvenated and relaxed afterward. I have to admit she was right.

Then we got our hair done. The hairdresser put blond highlights in my plain hair, bathed it in conditioners and shampoos, and finally arranged it on top of my head in what he called a beehive.

Lastly, they did our makeup. When I finally got to see myself in the mirror, I was stunned at how much prettier I looked. When we left the salon, I actually felt like a woman instead of an awkward teenager. Mom paid with a credit card, and I didn’t even look at how much it all added up to. It had to be a small fortune.

We drove home, excited and nervous. It was four o’clock by now, and we had to get ready for the dance. Mom said she was taking me to a fancy dinner beforehand, and then we’d walk in to the dance and it would be like a bomb went off.

Only when I was home, in my room, did I get to see the dress Mom got for me. It was white mostly, with a yellow accent along the skirt. Spaghetti straps attached to the satin bodice, which was embroidered with little yellow butterflies. There were matching satin gloves, and cute shoes with a tiny little heel on them. Mom had bought me a white strapless bra, and a matching pair of panties.

Standing in front of the mirror after I’d dressed was like looking at the ugly duckling, finally changed into the swan. I looked amazing. Like someone in a beauty magazine, almost. It was the first time in my life I actually felt like a woman. I had to admit, I liked it.

Mom knocked on my door and asked if I was ready. I said I was and I made her count to three before she opened my door. When she flung the door open we got our first good looks at each other.

My. Mom. Looked. Gorgeous.

Her dress was black velvet and stopped at mid-calf. The bodice was gold lace. She had on five inch strappy heels and black hose. Her neck was clasped in a black choker. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect.

She got a glimpse of me and a wave of emotions crossed her face. “My God,” she said. “You are an angel!” She was on the verge of tears, but didn’t want to ruin her makeup, so we laughed to break the tension. She kept looking me up and down, and I was embarrassed by her gaze… though it also made me feel all tingly and nice.

Finally, she reached for my hand. “Well,” she said, “are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes,” I said, dreamily.

Dinner was at a chic little bistro in the swank area of town. We walked in and heads turned. I was used to being the Invisible Girl, and had never had this many people paying attention to me in my entire life. I don’t remember what I had for dinner, I kept watching other people watching me and Mom, and loving, absolutely loving, all this attention. Again, Mom paid with her credit card, and I didn’t see how much she’d spent.

Then it was time for the dance.

We parked, and Mom reached into her handbag, pulling out a silvery flask. She unscrewed the lid and took a sip of what was inside. Then she looked at me, and offered me the flask.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Peppermint schnapps,” she said. “Just have a little. It’s soothing.”

The drink was warm and minty. It made me shiver, and I felt the heat sliding down my neck.

She giggled. “Just a little pick-me-up.”

Mom and I walked into the school gym, and we kept getting all these strange looks. After a few moments, I realized that the looks were people trying to figure out who the hell I was. The change I’d gone through in just the past day was incredible… I was no longer the same drab person as before.

I grabbed my Mom’s hand in my gloved one and said, “I want to thank you for doing all this.”

Again, her smile was filled with emotion. “Thanks for going along with me,” Mom said, once again looking me up and down. “Shall we dance?” she asked.

We danced with crazy abandon. Every now and then, people in my class would come up to me and say, “Oh my God, is that Angela?” They made such a fuss over me.

Mom and I held each other close as we danced. The music, some sexy R&B number, played in the background. Everywhere, couples clung to each other. The disco lights spun and flitted around the room, and the gym was like another world. I rested my head on my mother’s soft breast, and her hand moved up and down my back as we swayed back and forth.

“I can’t believe no one in this room asked you to the dance,” my mom said, gazing around the gym. She looked down at me, and deep into my eyes. “If I was one of the girls in this room, I’d be all over you.” She said this last under her breath, and I just barely heard it.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she told me. She paused, searching for the right words. Her mouth opening and closing as her eyes danced around. Finally, she spoke up. “It’s just that you’re an incredibly beautiful, incredibly desirable girl, and it breaks my heart to think that none of these people could see it.”

I blushed and looked away. God, it felt wonderful to be called “desirable,” even if it was by my mother. What was I saying? My mom was such a stunning woman that being referred to that way by her made it even better than if one of my classmates had said it.

Then Mom took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then sighed it out. “Can I tell you a secret?” she said.

“Sure.”

“I’m gay,” she said.

“Gay?”

“I mean… a lesbian.”

“Wow,” I said, completely floored by this announcement. “For how long?” was the only thing I could think to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe forever. That’s why I divorced your father.”

“Well,” I said, “I’m happy, if you are. And I’m glad you could tell me about it.” By now, I was running on automatic. After this amazing day I’d had, my mom was coming out to me! I didn’t feel weird about it, though. To tell the truth, I was probably a little relieved. I’d never seen my mom date much, and if it was because she was interested in women, she might get out there and find herself someone she could be really happy with, now that she wasn’t keeping her sexuality a secret from me.

“Thanks for understanding,” she said. Then she looked at me thoughtfully. “So, you mean to tell me that none of the boys ever flirt with you?”

“No,” I said.

“You never catch them staring at you?”

I shook my head.

“Ever catch any girls checking you out when you’re changing for gym class?”

“No!” I blurted out. That was the worst part of my day. The last thing in the world I’d want to do while changing out of my clothes would be to make eye contact with anyone else in the room.

“And you never check any of them out?”

“Uh… no,” I said, with an uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t you ever want to make love?”

“Mom!” Then I composed myself. “I… I suppose I do, but I always figured that kind of thing was, well, for other people.”

“It’s for everyone,” she told me with a smile.

We danced the entire evening. Finally, the prom was winding down… and I felt sorry to see it end.

“I have an idea,” Mom said. “Let’s go to a hotel tonight.”

“Okay,” I said. Wow… that sounded great!

“I mean, like the swankiest, poshest hotel in town. On the top floor.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “You’ve already spent so much today!”

“It’s only money,” she said. “I’m having the best night of my life with my beautiful daughter, and I don’t want it to end. I want to get room service, and drink champagne. I want to sit in a bubble bath the size of a car.”

Laughing excitedly, I said, “That sounds good to me!”

We left the dance, and got into the car, heading downtown. We listened to loud music and laughed as she drove.

We arrived at the downtown Hilton, parked the car, and made our way to the front desk. The guy behind the counter gave us a strange look when Mom asked for a room, and especially when she said we didn’t have any bags to check, but he gave it to us without any hassle.

The bellboy accompanied us up to the room, on the thirtieth floor, and opened the room for us. Once the door was shut, Mom turned on the TV, flipped it to a music channel she liked, and grabbed me by the waist. “I want to keep dancing,” she told me.

I laughed as she twirled me around. I had never seen my Mom so happy. Maybe it was the relief of finally coming out of the closet, maybe it was my transformation from a frumpy geek, maybe it was a combination of those things. She held me close as we danced to a sexy slow number.

Then she stopped, her eyes gazing deep into mine. I was about to say something, but the look on Mom’s face transfixed me. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes warm with love.

She tenderly put her hands on either side of my face. “Oh, baby… I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t,” she whispered.

With that, she leaned in and kissed me. No big deal, she’d kissed me hundreds of times, right? But this was something more. The way she closed her eyes, and slowly leaned in, the way her lips lingered on mine, the way she parted her lips and teased mine with the tip of her tongue.

I pulled away from her, my heart suddenly throbbing… and she immediately withdrew from me. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” she gasped.

I didn’t know what to say. My mind was whirling. I had enjoyed my first real kiss, but it felt so weird that it had been with my mother.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I just felt so good, and you’re so g-gorgeous, and…” My lips still tingled from where she had kissed me. I put my finger to them, touching them lightly. It had felt wrong, but perhaps that’s what made it feel so right.

She staggered away, stricken. “Oh God, I’m a horrible mother. I want to make love to my own d-daughter. What’s the matter with me?”

Before she could say one more word I’d moved across the room and had thrown my arms around Mom, crushing my mouth to hers. This time I parted my lips, and our tongues met. My hands moved up and down her back. She moaned into our kiss, then ran her fingers through my hair.

I cannot explain the wanting I felt. It was like the past sixteen years of self-absorption that had been corked up inside me had just been freed. I realized that if anyone before her had shown me the slightest bit of interest, I would have been doing this with them. The fact that it was my mother made it all the more forbidden and dangerous… not to mention so sexy that I was trembling all over.

We both cooed and moaned as we kissed, hanging onto each other for dear life. Without even thinking about it, my hands slipped down Mom’s back to fondle her ass. And all the while, we kissed like passionate lovers.

Finally, we gently parted, staring at one another with hungry eyes. “I love you, Mom,” I whispered.

“I love you too, baby… more than anything. Are… are you sure you want this?” Mom asked, leading me toward the bed.

I breathed “Yes,” as I kissed her neck. “I should tell you, though. I’m a virgin.”

She laughed at this, drawing me back into her arms. Her laughter stopped abruptly, though, when I reached behind and unzipped my dress. I shrugged out of the straps and let it fall to the ground, leaving me in the white strapless bra and matching panties she’d bought for me earlier that day.

God, my entire world had changed since I woke up this morning. I’d been transformed from a geek into a lovely woman, I’d gone dancing for the first time… and now I was about to make love to my own mother.

Mom walked toward me, gathering her hair up above her head. “Help me out of my dress?” she said, turning around.

I unzipped her dress, and slid the straps of her shoulders. It fell away and she stood with her back to me for a while, dressed only in a pair of black silk panties. She hadn’t worn a bra. I let my hands roam over her sleek tummy, her gorgeous breasts. My hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, and I teased a finger inside.

She moaned and breathed as I explored her from behind. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she whispered. “Ever since I bought you your first training bra.” By now, my hand was inside her panties, my perfectly manicured fingernails teasing lightly at her trimmed bush. “I never thought I could get up the courage to ask you,” she breathed. I tickled her slit with a probing fingertip, amazed at how wet she was. “I guess that’s what tonight was all about… trying to get up the courage to make love to my daughter.”

“Mom… are you going to fuck me?” I asked, looking deeply into her brown eyes, “or stand there and talk all night?”

A wicked smile crossed her lips… and she suddenly shoved me onto the bed. I watched her slink out of her panties, and kick them across the room. She moved forward like a cat, her hands reaching for the waistband of my soaked panties, tugging them down and off. Placing a gentle kiss on my tummy, then trailing her way up my body, she reached behind me to undo my bra. She pulled it away, bending to take a diamond-hard nipple between her lips as she flung the bra across the room. I moaned as she suckled lovingly at the pink tip, then she raised her face to mine.

We kissed as our hands moved between one another’s thighs. Her fingers deftly explored my sex as my clumsy, inexperienced ones tried to mimic what she was doing. When she slipped a finger inside my pussy, it was the most delicious thing I had ever felt. I did the same to her, and we worked each other closer to climax.

Suddenly, she stopped, swiveling around to switch positions. She spread her legs wide and opened mine, scooting herself closer to me, pressing our wet pussies together. I gasped, practically seeing stars… that’s how good her cunt felt against mine.

We began to work our pussies together… slowly at first, then faster and faster. I liked this position. It felt more intimate, and allowed us to look into each other’s faces as our pleasure grew. Mom’s face was so beautiful as she moaned in delight, lost in the intoxicating heat of lesbian incest. We fucked one another hard and fast until I came hard, orgasms racking my body. I could hear Mom crying out as her own climax overcame her. We continued to push our pussies together until our pleasure rose to a near-unbearable peak… then our bodies collapsed together in a moist, sticky heap of sweet-smelling flesh.

Without giving me time to recover, Mom slid down off the bed, grabbing my legs and sliding me toward her. She spread my thighs, lowered her head to my pussy and hungrily licked me, her eyes never leaving mine. We knitted our fingers together as she lovingly ate me, her warm, wet tongue exploring every inch of my cunt. Soon, the rapture of orgasm consumed me yet again. I clenched my fists and writhed helplessly, overcome by pure pleasure.

I lay panting, dazed… but Mom climbed on top of me, hungry for more. I was too weak, too exhausted to go again, my Mom insatiable… but after we shared a few hot, wet kisses, I found myself eager for more lesbian loving.

I wanted her now… I wanted to lick her pussy like she had mine. I kissed my way down her body until I lay between her thighs and plunged my face into her crotch — licking, kissing, feasting at Mom’s juicy cunt. She was delicious. I ate her until she screamed with delight.

She taught me everything about making love to a woman that night… where to go and what to do, when to lick and when to bite. I was surprised when she rolled me over and licked my anus… then I was loving it, relishing the feeling of my own mother’s tongue sliding through the crack of my ass. While she rimmed me, Mom slipped a hand between my legs, teasing my clit until I came a third time. As soon as I recovered, I got her up on all fours and licked her asshole, just like she had mine.

We fucked again and again… newfound lovers who couldn’t get enough of one another. I remember wishing that Mom had one of those pricks that women fasten to themselves to use on other women, because I would have gladly given my virginity to her.

When I shyly told Mom that, she smiled and said that she had a strap-on cock at home, and that she would put it on and give me my first fuck the next time we made love. In my mind, I was already planning to get her in bed the very next night…

Finally, our sexual hunger utterly sated, we nestled together, blissfully content. I was so happy that I nearly cried. After years of self-imposed loneliness, I had found the love of my life… a partner with whom I could share my heart, my soul, my body. Someone who would join me in exploring all the sexual pleasures that had always seemed forever out of reach to the awkward girl I had once been.

She was my mother, the person who gave birth to me, had raised me into womanhood. And now, she was more than my parent, much more.

Eventually, we fell asleep, happily entangled in each other’s arms.

The End

By Haley Statton

“Shall we do this the usual way?” Julie asked her daughter as they made their way through the hotel toward the spa. “Steam room first, then we get massaged?”

“Sounds good to me, Mom,” Stacy replied.

When they arrived, a woman greeted them from the front counter. She signed Julie and Stacy in, then pointed the way to the locker room. Since there was time to spare before their massage, she suggested that they pay a visit to the steam room first.

Mother and daughter selected robes as they entered the locker room, then began to undress. Julie glanced over at Stacy as the girl unclasped her bra from her back, stealing occasional glances at the girl while Stacy slid her panties down to her calves and stepped out of them.

Suddenly concerned that Stacy might catch her looking, Julie quickly removed her own clothes. She still couldn’t get over how beautiful her daughter had become.

They both walked in their robes to the steam room and entered. A nude woman rose and exited after they sat down, leaving mother and daughter alone.

Julie shrugged out of her robe. “C’mon, honey… take the robe off. You can’t really enjoy a steam bath unless you’re naked.”

Following her mother’s lead, the teen began to untie her robe. Julie placed hers on the seat and sat down, watching Stacy as she pulled the robe open and slid it off her shoulders. The girl dropped the garment to one side and, now nude, sat down next to her mother.

Stacy crossed her heels and glanced over at Julie’s body, taking a quick peek at the dark mound between her mother’s thighs that was barely concealed earlier by her g-string.

“Did you have fun at the Hancock last night?” Julie asked.

“It was great,” Stacy replied, “I think that wine definitely got to me, though.”

Julie laughed. “Yeah, you were a little tipsy.” She fell silent for a moment, then gave her daughter a warm smile. “Honey,” she murmured, “I meant what I said about you last night… I’m so proud of you, and you are amazingly beautiful.” She rested her hand on Stacy’s thigh.

“I meant the things I said too, Mom.” Placing a hand on top of her mother’s, Stacy gazed affectionately into Julie’s eyes, then suddenly looked down at her feet. “Um, I’m sorry if that was… weird last night, you know, about me sleeping with you.”

“It wasn’t weird at all, sweetie,” Julie responded, “In fact, it was kind of nice, wasn’t it? In fact,” and she leaned close to whisper in Stacy’s ear, “let’s share a bed tonight, too.”

“Yeah!” Stacy nodded as their fingers intertwined. She was confused by the feelings she was having. Feeling so close to her mom was wonderful and comfortable… it was as though she wanted to be even closer. Almost like she wanted to touch her… now, what did she even mean by that? The idea seemed somehow alluring, but inappropriate.

Soon they heard steps coming towards the door, then a young woman appeared.

“Stacy?” she called, looking in.

Stacy nodded and left. Julie’s therapist came soon after.

An hour and a half later, Stacy walked back to the locker room. She felt so relaxed that she simply sat down for a moment in front of her locker. Then her mom came in.

“How was it?” Julie asked.

“It was great… and yours?”

“Fantastic,” Julie replied, leaning against the wall.

“Do you think we could just wear these robes back to the room?” Stacy wondered.

“I’m sure we could.”

The two grabbed their things and set off.

Once inside, Julie laid down on the bed and relaxed. Stacy kept stealing glances at her mother, Those thoughts from before the massage hadn’t gone away. In fact, the soothing caresses of her therapist only made her more absorbed by the idea of getting closer to her mother.

“Ahh, I wish that massage could just go all day long,” Julie murmured.

“I know, it was so nice,” Stacy replied. “Did they do that tummy massage on you?”

“No, I don’t usually like it… so I just said that I didn’t want one,” the older woman replied.

“I don’t usually either, but she did it really well… different from the usual way they do it. I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Oh, well, maybe next time,” Julie sighed.

Almost without thinking, Stacy spoke. “You want me to try it on you?” she said, sitting down next to her mom on the bed.

“Sure… do you remember how she did it?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“All right… that sounds nice, honey,” Julie murmured.

Heart pounding, Stacy reached over and untied her mother’s robe, exposing Julie’s nude body underneath. She felt confused, wondering why she had offered to massage her out of nowhere like that. And… why was she so excited all of a sudden, at the thought of touching her mother?

She reached for the bottle of the lotion the hotel had provided and squirted a dollop into her palm. Rubbing both hands together, she then placed them on her mother’s soft belly and began rubbing gently back and forth in a circular motion. The angle became difficult for her to work from, and she knelt next to Julie on the bed. God, she loved being able to touch Mom’s skin like this…

Startled by that thought, Stacy shook her head to clear it. What’s happening here? Confused, but wanting to continue, her hands drifted down to her mother’s thighs to continue the massage.

Julie sighed happily at the touch of her daughter’s gentle hands, feeling an unexpected tingle course through her body. Oh, well… she had to admit that massages always got her a little bit aroused, and feeling Stacy’s hands on her thighs was certainly stimulating. Maybe I’ll sneak in the bathroom and masturbate later, she thought.

Stacy glanced down at her mother’s body for a second, then froze, transfixed. The light shone at an angle, revealing that her mother’s pussy was glistening with wetness.

God, she thought, Mom’s turned on!

It was at that very moment that Stacy understood exactly what she was feeling toward her mother… what she had been feeling earlier in the sauna… what she had felt in Julie’s arms in bed last night. She had felt love and affection for her mother, true enough. But also… desire.

Stacy’s head spun as she realized the extent of that desire. My God, she thought. I… I want to make love to her. My own mother. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes from Julie’s wet pussy. And then she caught the enchantingly musky scent of her mother’s cunt. This only fanned the flames of Stacy’s newfound lust, making her tremble with a fierce need she was powerless to resist.

Heart pounding almost audibly, a helpless Stacy gave in to her desire. She gently grazed her fingers across Julie’s pelvis and ran them through her mother’s pubes. Her finger slid lightly over moist labia, exploring.

Julie moaned at how lovely it felt to be touched there, but she quickly struggled to come to her senses, raising herself up on an elbow. “Honey… I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” she whispered.

But Stacy would not be dissuaded so easily. “It’s okay, Mom,” she breathed, “I want to. Please… let me touch you.”

Lips parting, breathing deeply, Julie instinctively opened her legs slightly, offering her daughter tacit consent. She knew that she shouldn’t let this happen… but the thought of being fondled by her darling Stacy was irresistible.

Stacy responded by slipping her finger between her mother’s sticky labia and brushing it back and forth from below her clit, then around the opening to her cunt and back again. It felt so incredible to touch her mother like this… like a lover.

“You really want to… to do this, baby?” Julie asked, her eyes fluttering open to gaze at her child. Her heart hammered in her chest, knowing that they were on the verge of committing incest.

Stacy was entranced by her mother’s response to her touches. Her exploring fingers teased and caressed warm, wet crevices she’d never even thought about before. It was as though she’d been waiting to do this for years.

“I really want to, Mom,” she whispered back.

Julie seemed to sigh and moan simultaneously at the girl’s answer as she allowed Stacy to continue pleasuring her, feeling more aroused than she could remember. This beautiful girl was pleasing her in an incredible way, making her feel emotions she hadn’t in ages, not since last making love with Sophie back in college. Suddenly wanting to reach out and touch her daughter, she somehow restrained herself.

Then Julie gasped out loud as her daughter placed a fingertip at the entrance to her aching vagina, then gently slid the finger deep inside. “Oh,” she whimpered.

Reaching a sudden decision, Julie reached out and tugged the tie from Stacy’s robe, tossing it to one side. Her hand slipped inside the terry cloth garment to caress her daughter’s belly. It was wrong, she knew, it was forbidden… but she needed to return Stacy’s love. She trailed her fingers down to her daughter’s pussy and caressed it, feeling the moisture and heat of the teenage girl.

Stacy gasped softly, her lips parting as she responded to her mother’s touch. Quickly rising, she shrugged out of her robe and lay down naked next to Julie, placing her hand back between her mother’s thighs.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, Julie licked her middle finger, then reached down to touch her daughter’s slit. Stacy whimpered as her mother’s finger eased its way into her body, arching her pelvis into the motion as Julie pleasured her.

Her own hand still between Julie’s thighs, Stacy stared at her trembling mother. “God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you.” Her lips brushed Julie’s cheek. Julie turned her head to face her daughter, and they stared into one another’s eyes for a long moment. Then their lips met in a soft, loving kiss. Surprising herself, Julie brought her tongue into play first, and the kiss quickly became hot and hungry. Their bodies melted together in a passionate embrace.

Breaking their kiss, Julie nibbled lightly at her daughter’s lips before moaning “I love you too, baby…”

As they masturbated one another, both women grew increasingly close to climax. Stacy’s pleasure seemed to rise quickly, and she thrust her hips against her mother’s probing finger.

Julie, too, was nearly in a trance as she came to the edge of orgasm. As Stacy bent to bite her mother’s neck, Julie felt a sudden wave of heat wash over and consume her body. She only felt Stacy’s lips on her skin, Stacy’s fingers fondling her clit… all else fell away. Her body twitched and shook as she cried out, lost in ecstasy.

Stacy continued to fondle her mother through her climax, even as her own orgasm was fast approaching. Sure enough, she came explosively just moments later. Crying out loud, she seized up and shuddered for a few moments before she exhaled noisily and relaxed, a hand still resting on her mom’s mound.

When Stacy opened her eyes, she immediately slipped into Julie’s arms. The two lay entwined in a delicious afterglow. Stacy pressed her hips to her mother’s and clung to her like a baby. “Oh, Mom,” she breathed, “that was wonderful.”

Julie’s hands slipped down to cradle her daughter’s gorgeous ass. “I love you, Stacy.”

“I love you, Mom,” purred Stacy, nuzzling Julie’s neck. She raised her face to gaze lovingly into the eyes of the woman who had given her life… given her love. Stacy’s lips sought Julie’s, her eyes slowly closing…

Mother and daughter kissed, gently at first. But their newfound love would not be denied, and the kiss soon grew hungrier, more intense. Their lips parted, tongues danced hotly… hands began to explore the curves and contours of each other’s soft, warm bodies.

Breaking their lip lock, Julie rolled Stacy over on her back and began kissing a pathway down her daughter’s body. It had been many years since her last time with a woman, but she let instinct guide her. Down Stacy’s neck, kissing the hollow of her throat, then letting the tip of her tongue trail its wicked way between her daughter’s breasts.

Raising herself slightly, Julie lightly brushed Stacy’s left nipple with her lips, then parted them to take the pink bud into her mouth.

The teen moaned, “Oh, Mom… oh, MOM!” clutching Julie’s head to her chest.

Stacy’s nipple felt wonderful in her mouth. Julie flicked the tip with her tongue, then bit it lightly… and Stacy inhaled sharply, hands caressing her mother’s golden hair. “God, Mom… that feels so good!”

Julie could have made love to her beautiful child’s breasts for hours, she knew… but her newfound hunger drew her ever downward, her lips and tongue trailing their wicked way down Stacy’s soft tummy… kissing her youthful skin, then pausing to tease the girl’s belly button with the tip of a playful tongue. Stacy squealed with delight.

Finally, Julie was at the threshold, lying between her daughter’s thighs, gazing hungrily at Stacy’s glistening pussy. Her nostrils flared as she savored the rich, musky scent of wet cunt. God, it had been far too long since she’d done this…

Head spinning with excitement, Julie pressed her lips into Stacy’s pussy, kissing the girl’s moist labia. Stacy gasped, “Oh GOD, Mom, yes…”

Julie licked her lips, loving the taste of her daughter. Placing warm hands on Stacy’s thighs, she took the teenager’s pink flower into her mouth. She teased the opening with the tip of her tongue, making Stacy whimper softly… then she plunged the length of it as far inside the slippery channel as she could.

Stacy cried out, a shudder of pleasure shaking her slender frame.

The sight of Stacy’s engorged clitoris had Julie enthralled… she slid her right hand further up the girl’s thigh and began to lightly brush her clit with gentle fingertips.

“Oh,” Stacy moaned.

Julie continued to feast on her daughter’s pussy, loving everything about it — the taste of her, the smell of her, the thick juices that flowed from Stacy’s cunt to coat Julie’s lips and chin…

Suddenly Julie felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up. Stacy was propped up on one elbow, her face flushed. “Mom,” she stammered excitedly, “I — I want to lick you too.”

Without a word Julie climbed onto the bed and straddled her daughter’s face, burying her own between the girl’s thighs again.

Stacy gazed in fascination at her mother’s vagina, now inches from her face. Julie’s auburn pubes neatly framed the pinkness of her slit, now moist with arousal. Stacy inhaled deeply, sampling the intoxicating musk of another woman for the first time. Her head swam. Reaching around the older woman’s body to grasp her ass, Stacy drew Julie’s hips downward, bringing her mother’s cunt to her already open mouth.

Julie moaned into her daughter’s pussy when she felt Stacy kiss her vulva… then moaned again as the young girl’s tongue began to lick at the folds of her cunt.

Stacy was in heaven as she pleasured her mother. Oh, God, I love this, love Mom’s pussy… I love her! She could feel Julie’s thighs quiver against the sides of her face as she slipped the tip of her tongue into the sweet pink opening, then heard her moan as Stacy went deeper, probing its way inside the older woman’s body. Julie’s wetness coated the girl’s lips and chin… and it was delicious. Stacy clutched Julie’s ass tightly as she drank deep from her mother’s cunt. Mmmm, so wonderful…!

Julie moaned with delight as Stacy licked and sucked from between her trembling thighs. God, this was incredible — her child, her own darling daughter was eating her pussy, and it was the most beautiful sexual experience she had ever known. A tear rolled slowly down Julie’s cheek, a beatific smile on her lips as she took Stacy’s dewy flower into her open mouth.

Mother and daughter pleasured one another in a perfect circle of sexual delight — mouth to cunt, tongues seeking, exploring, loving… lips brushing sticky labia again and again with hot, eager kisses. emitting muffled cries of delight as their mutual ecstasy soared even higher.

Acting on a sudden wicked impulse, Stacy trailed her tongue between the cheeks of her mother’s ass, teasing the dark cleft of her anus. Julie cried out loud, and Stacy pressed her attack, licking hotly at her mom’s butt crack. Its dark, musky flavor delighted the teenage girl. Her index and middle finger sought out Julie’s cunt, and Stacy plunged them to the hilt in her mother’s body.

Julie inhaled sharply, shuddering with a hard twinge of pleasure. Knowing she was on the verge of climax, wanting to take Stacy with her, she fastened her lips to her daughter’s clitoris and began to suck at the inflamed pink nubbin.

They came together, their bodies bucking and rocking, both women hanging on for dear life as they continued to pleasure one another as best they could. Their moans and the sound of their frenzied panting filled the room.

Finally they lay exhausted and entwined, breathing heavily, their bodies flushed from head to toe.

Stacy gently kissed her mother’s neck. “Mmmm… I love you, Mom,” she murmured.

Julie’s lips sought out Stacy’s to bestow a loving kiss upon her daughter… then she pulled back to gaze deep into the young girl’s eyes. “And I love you, my sweet, sweet child,” she whispered. “More than ever.”

Stacy’s hands slipped down her mother’s back to cup and fondle her ass. “Mom…” she began hesitantly,” c-can we do this again someday? I really… really enjoyed making love with you.”

“Honey,” Julie smiled, “what we did was so special, so nice… well, I couldn’t give this up even if I wanted to.” She trailed a finger across her daughter’s lips. “Whenever you want me, Stacy… I’m yours.”

“Oh, Mom…” Stacy sighed contentedly, and leaned forward to kiss her mother once more. Julie was ready, meeting, and matching her daughter’s fervor. The teenage girl moaned, and their kiss became a passionate one, the heat of their desire already beginning to rekindle.

The End

By Haley Statton

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in January 2004 }

Note from JetBoy: The story “Kate and Lisa” got such a positive response from you readers that I promised to post the other great lesbian story she wrote for Nifty. Here’s Part One. Enjoy, and stay safe.)

***

It was a lovely warm day in May when Julie sat at the kitchen table, waiting for her daughter Stacy to arrive home from school. She gazed from the window to the street as she saw Stacy bound up the walkway, backpack slung over her shoulder.

Julie rose and met her daughter as she came through the door. “Hey, hon.”

“Hey, Mom,” Stacy smiled.

“So… how was your last day of high school?” Julie replied, her eyes twinkling.

“Oh, it was pretty cool, we didn’t have to do much of anything but sign yearbooks.”

Julie glanced at Stacy as her daughter walked into the kitchen and set her bag down. She was so proud of her child, an honor roll student who excelled in soccer. Three different universities had already been courting her to play on scholarships this fall, and as proud as she was, Julie felt a bit wistful at her daughter leaving town for college.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, honey,” Julie said, “How does a weekend in the city sound?”

“Seriously?” Stacy looked up with a surprised smile on her face.

“Uh-huh… I thought we could get away together and have some girly time together.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” she squealed, leaning back against the counter, “I have to be back Monday, though, because of the senior trip.”

“Of course, hon.” Her mother knew all about Stacy’s hectic social schedule in the coming week. “We’ll leave this afternoon and come back Sunday night.”

“Today? Oh my gosh, I have to pack!”

“Well, get cracking. The sooner you’re ready, the sooner we can go,” said Julie.

Stacy ran up the stairs and started furiously packing. Julie got her own suitcase and took it to the car. Stacy appeared ten minutes later and tossed her bags in the back seat.

“Did you remember your bathroom stuff?” Julie asked her daughter.

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure what clothes to bring, though… so I might have overpacked a little.”

“That’s fine… did you bring something nice to wear out?”

“Well, I brought that dress that we got last month.” Stacy was referring to a pretty, black Bebe dress that she’d found while shopping for shoes. Julie normally wouldn’t have let Stacy get something so revealing, but she saw how much her daughter loved the dress… and it did look great on her.

“Perfect. Let’s get going!”

They set out for Chicago, which was an hour’s drive away. Julie knew how much Stacy loved the city, which was why she’d chosen it for their weekend getaway. The time the two of them would have together was fast running out before Stacy departed for college, and Julie wanted a chance to spend some time with her while she could.

“Mom, thanks so much for the surprise,” Stacy grinned excitedly as they cruised down the highway, the city skyline sparkling in the distance.

“You’re welcome, honey,” she replied, placing an affectionate hand on Stacy’s thigh, “We haven’t really done anything together for a while, and I thought you deserved it.”

“Are we staying downtown?” Stacy asked.

“Yep… I think you’ll like this hotel, too,” Julie said. “I reserved massages for us both tomorrow at the spa.”

“Ohhh,” the younger gasped, “That is so cool!”

Both mother and daughter had been professionally massaged before. Julie tried to go once a month, and Stacy always loved it when she had the chance to come along.

Within minutes, they were pulling in beneath the front entrance of the hotel. The valet opened the car door for each of them, and they strolled inside to check-in. After retrieving their keycards, Julie and Stacy made their way to the 16th floor and found the room.

“Oh my gosh,” Stacy gasped as they opened the door, “This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever seen!”

“It’s pretty ritzy, isn’t it?” Julie said with a smile.

The bellhop soon followed with their bags. Stacy amused herself by bouncing on one of the two queen beds.

“So should we do now?” Stacy slid herself to the edge of the bed.

“We could go get something to eat,” Julie said.

“Okay, should I put my dress on?”

“Sure,” Julie thought for a second, “We can go to the Hancock.”

Stacy went to the bathroom and changed, while Julie slipped into a dress of her own.

Stacy emerged about ten minutes later wearing her black dress. The delicate fabric fit her athletic body perfectly, with spaghetti straps that showed off her bare shoulders.

“What do you think?” Stacy asked, “It’s the first time I’ve had a chance to wear it.”

The adorable teen looked terrific. She had curled the ends of her straight, neck-length hair out in a perky flip, and had selected a stylish pair of black heels to accompany her outfit.

“You’re beautiful, honey,” her mother sighed, marveling once more at what a gorgeous young woman her daughter had become. “And very sexy,” she added.

“Thanks,” Stacy smiled back. “And you, Mom… wow, you look great!”

Julie had brought along a double-sheer layer patterned dress and high heels to match. At that moment, the 36-year old was every bit as much a beauty as her daughter.

The two caught a cab and rode over to the Hancock building. Once at the top, they entered the restaurant, where they managed to get a window seat in the lounge, overlooking the city.

As they sat in awe of the view, the waitress came up. “Can I get you two something to drink?” she asked.

“I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay,” Julie replied, glancing over to her daughter who was looking back at her with a mischievous smile on her face. Julie understood.

“Actually, make that two,” she added. The waitress nodded and walked away.

“This will be our little secret,” Julie smiled.

Stacy cooed with delight. “Thanks, Mom.”

The drinks came. Stacy had tasted beer before, but this would be the first time she had ever had a full glass of anything alcoholic. She cautiously took a sip. It was strange, but she liked it.

As they drank, mother and daughter chatted about all the things that they wanted to do in the city. It didn’t take very long before Stacy could feel a bit lightheaded from the wine.

“How do you feel?” Julie inquired.

“Good,” Stacy smiled wide. “Really good.” She giggled.

Julie started laughing too. “I’ll bet,” she replied.

The waitress returned, and they ordered dinner. As the sunset, the two talked at length like they hadn’t done in a long time. They finished their dinners, then enjoyed a second glass of wine.

“Whoa,” Stacy whispered, “I think I’m a little tipsy.”

Julie giggled, “That used to happen to me when your father and I went out,” she explained, “He used to joke that I was a cheap date.”

“Does that make me a cheap date?” Stacy snickered.

“Yeah,” Julie laughed at her daughter’s innocence, “I guess it does.”

“Mom?” Stacy suddenly said, “You look really lovely tonight.”

Julie smiled, feeling a bit tingly from her daughter’s words of affection. “Thank you, honey, so do you.”

“I’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful woman I know,” Stacy said shyly, reaching for her mother’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

Julie knew that the wine was affecting her daughter, but her words sounded so wonderful, just the same, “That is so sweet of you,” she replied, “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl imaginable. Now you’re a woman, and you get lovelier every day.”

Julie and Stacy smiled at one another, enjoying the bond between them, still holding hands.

Wow, this is just like a date, Stacy suddenly thought… except it’s just about the nicest date I’ve ever been on. The idea of going on a date with her mother was sort of an odd one, but she found the idea strangely inviting. What if she gave me a goodnight kiss? she thought, gazing at her mother’s soft features.

“Are you okay, honey?” Julie’s voice caused Stacy to snap back from her reverie. “You seemed a million miles away all of a sudden.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Stacy replied, shaking her head slightly. “Could use a little fresh air, I guess.”

The check soon came and Julie paid, leaving the waitress a generous tip.

“Well, I guess we should get going,” Julie smiled, slowly rising.

“Okay,” Stacy murmured, giving her mother a sleepy smile.

They caught a cab back to the hotel. On the way, Stacy snuggled close to her mother, resting her head on Julie’s shoulder.

“Thanks for everything, Mom,” she said, looking up.

Julie looked down and met her daughter’s sparkling eyes. “You’re welcome, honey.”

Reaching down, Julie’s hand grazed Stacy’s cheek and the young girl angled her neck upward. The older woman leaned down and gently kissed her daughter on the lips. Stacy returned the kiss, then put her head back on Julie’s shoulder, allowing her hand to rest on Mom’s leg. She felt so snug, so secure, so full of love for her mother that her eyes grew misty with happiness.

Later, back in their room, both women prepared for bed. After undressing, Julie slipped into bed, wearing only a pair of panties, as she normally did when sleeping. Stacy came out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and panties and walked over to the bed. Her mom sat propped up slightly in the opposite bed, a sheet covering her body.

Stacy paused for a moment. Cuddling with her mother in the cab had been so nice that she suddenly found herself unwilling to break the spell.

“Mom?” she asked, “Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?”

Julie was a little surprised but then smiled. “Not at all, baby.”

“You don’t think it’s weird or anything, do you?” Stacy asked quietly. “I just wanted to… to be near you.”

“Not at all,” she replied with a grin. “It’ll be nice to have someone to keep me warm.”

Julie pulled back the sheet, revealing her bare breasts. Stacy slid her lithe body in next to her mom, and Julie spooned her daughter. She could feel how tight and well-toned Stacy’s body was against hers. She draped an arm over her daughter’s waist, resting a hand on the softness of her tummy. She could feel the subtle curve of Stacy’s breasts against her arm. Julie’s nipples were brushing against the fabric of her daughter’s shirt, and it couldn’t help but feel good.

Julie pulled the blanket over both of them.

“I love you, Mom,” Stacy breathed, placing a warm hand on her mother’s thigh.

“I love you too, honey.”

Stacy drifted to sleep while Julie traced the lines of her daughter’s face. She moved her hand from atop the young girl’s belly, placing it on Stacy’s hip. God, it did feel nice to have a warm, soft female body next to hers. She hadn’t been in bed with another woman since college…

A sudden flash of arousal spiraled through Julie as, for the first time in several years, she recalled those nights of sweet lovemaking with Sophie. Wonder whatever happened to her? she thought. Julie hadn’t made love with another woman since then, but the feel of Stacy’s body snuggled up to hers did bring back sweet memories of just how special it had been.

Enough. This was not the kind of thing she should be thinking of while in bed with her own daughter. Go to sleep.

Julie’s pelvis slid against Stacy’s bottom, and she sighed deeply as she slowly drifted into slumber.

***

Stacy’s eyes opened slowly the next morning. Her head had been nestled into the pillow, just inches away from her mother’s bare breasts. She recalled the night before and felt slightly embarrassed that she’d asked Mom to share her bed.

A glance told her that Julie was still asleep. Stacy just lay quietly for a minute, examining the beauty of her mother’s body. It’s nice to be close to her like this… She wished for a second that she’d slept topless like her mother so that they could have snuggled bare skin to bare skin.

She gently drew the sheet down that covered their bodies, revealing Julie’s hips and thighs. She’d always admired her mother’s curvaceous hips. The g-string her mother wore was now clearly in view, the silk fabric seemingly clinging to her crotch, outlining her mound.

She hadn’t ever really seen her mother like this before; never had the chance to notice how beautiful her body was. Not wanting to wake her, Stacy just stared, enthralled by the woman’s loveliness.

Without thinking about it, she reached out and placed a hand on her mom’s hip, just over the strap of her panties. As she gently stroked down a soft thigh, Julie took a deep breath and her eyes slowly flickered open. Startled at first by the presence of Stacy in her bed, she gave her daughter a sweet smile.

“Morning,” Julie said.

Stacy patted her mother’s hip. “Morning.”

Julie was pleasantly surprised at the sight of her daughter’s sweet face before hers. It wasn’t something she was used to seeing in the morning, and she liked it. Conscious of the loving bond between them both, she reached up to touch Stacy’s cheek.

“How did you sleep, honey?” she wondered.

“Good,” the teen grinned, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about touching her mother’s body. Taking her hand away, she rose from the bed, “Want some coffee?”

“Sure.”

Feeling slightly jumpy and tingly for some reason, Stacy fetched the coffee pot. Filling it in the bathroom sink, she emptied it into the machine and started it. Julie rose and found a shirt, tugging it over her head. She watched her daughter walk back to the bathroom, pausing to admire her youthful beauty.

“Wow, we slept in,” Julie gasped, looking at the clock which read 10:33.

“When’s the massage scheduled for?”

“Noon,” her mother replied, “We could order some breakfast, shower and then go down to the spa.”

“Room service?” Stacy stood wide-eyed, “Yeah… totally!”

Julie smiled and picked up the phone. She called down for a continental breakfast for two. Minutes later, a knock was on the door and an attendant brought a large tray in. Julie grabbed the luggage stand and the gentleman set the tray down.

“I think I could get used to this,” the younger one laughed as she removed the cover of the tray.

Mother and daughter ate the various pastries on the tray, and each had a glass of orange juice. Soon after, they took turns in the shower. Each dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, knowing they would be taking them off down at the spa.

“Well, it’s only 11:30… but we could go down there now,” Julie said, glancing at the clock again.

Stacy agreed, and they left the room for the spa.

On to Part Two!