Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Openmindedwoman

Note from Juicy Secrets:  This fine story, as you will soon discover, is something of a departure from the usual fare at our site. That’s because it includes a fairly generous amount of hetero sex. We have no plans to post more items with this sort of content, but the story below is so well-written and so compelling that we just couldn’t turn it down. We hope you’ll enjoy it as much as we did. 

If my sister wasn’t such a flake, it might never have happened this way.

But she is, and I couldn’t be happier.

I’m Leslie, 36 now, and sort of separated from a husband who drifts in and out of my life. Actually, he’s so much into his own startup business and chasing sports events around the country that he’s often gone for weeks at a time. So we aren’t divorced, formally, but it leaves me pretty lonely, and it leaves me with opportunity.

Fortunately the finances are pretty well taken care of, and I can do my job as a substitute high school and junior high teacher pretty much on a schedule of my own choosing. I’m 5’6″, with dark wavy hair usually about shoulder length, and a body that is a little softer and rounder than I’d like. Still, I can smile at myself in the mirror most of the time, and I can turn a head at the grocery, especially if I let my full, heavy C cup tits sway without a bra under a light top, or a halfway unbuttoned one.

I like doing that, just to keep myself on edge.

I guess I’ve always liked that, especially because when I do it, my nipples slide against the fabric and they say “Yes, ma’am! We’ll be coming right up… Atten-tion!” Oh my god, they are sooo sensitive. And it seems to make my pussy so warm and moist when I notice younger people’s eyes lock onto them.

My sister is three years older, and she was a good big sister when we were teens. She even let me touch her well-developed breasts once when I was first seeing my little swollen bumps start to blossom. But then, some months later, she was very clear that it wasn’t ‘right’ and we shouldn’t do that anymore.

Melissa really never could make up her mind about things… whether it was that, or which dress to wear, or where she left her schoolwork or car keys, or whether to follow Mom’s and Dad’s instructions to the letter. She ended up more like them, pretty conservative, but with some exasperation in her disorganized manner of life. She also ended up with a deadbeat of a husband who left when her daughter Julianne and her son Justin were 4 and 3, respectively.

He still pays some child support, but it isn’t enough. It works for them, though, as she manages to hold down a reasonable job. But she has always needed help with my darling niece and nephew, so I’ve been a pretty constant part of their lives, either staying with them at their house, or having them at mine.

My own erotic journey involved a constant itch, it seems, to satisfy the wilder side.  I’m much more the family rebel than my sister, testing the stern rules that Mom and Dad laid down about what I could wear and not wear, and when I could start dating, and with lots of warnings about being a ‘good girl’.

By the time I was 13, in 7th grade, the boys at school thought I was a pretty good girl, and I loved the attention. Ha! Boys are so easy. Letting them have a little feel was lots of fun, and it didn’t take much time to learn that I could make them erect so fast. That was a rush, and pretty intriguing for a girl whose friends, most of them anyway, only talked about what boys’ ‘stiffies’ must be like.

Ahhh, teen hormones… mine included. That was when my tits popped to A cups, and I realized that my nipples were longer than ANY of my friends’ nipples. And I also noticed that other girls seemed to notice them, and silently, I know there was a lot of visual comparing going on.

Then, in 9th grade, when I was 15, finally with just enough curly brown pubic hair to not be embarrassed in phys ed, I began to get tingly feelings about some of those other girls. Lots of exciting conversations during sleepovers led to sorting out those who also felt like experimenting, and I soon learned the delights of orgasms under the fingers and tongues of other girls, and how intimate and soft and incredibly arousing it is to return all those exploring touches.

I got especially turned on by the flirty mom of one of my first girlfriends. She was divorced, and I later found out she was seeing other women. She knew about us, about her daughter and me, and two other girls, and was open with her daughter about her own relationships. She never exactly hit on me, totally, but she was a huggy, touchy type of an ‘older close friend’. Sometimes, when I got a greeting hug, she would pull me close and linger, my head between her full womanly breasts, and she would let her hands slide over my back, sometimes down to cup my tight teen bottom, and when I masturbated by myself, somehow my thoughts often turned to the really naughty, sort of taboo element in across-generations sex.

My journey continued right through college, and then, after working on my own for a number of years, I met a guy who had incredible drive and personality and convinced me to get married. Possibly a big mistake, but now, as things are working out, I can see that opportunity comes in strange ways and you just have to recognize it. I recognized it by the playful way that I got along with my sister’s kids, Juli and Justin, and the large amount of time and influence I seemed to have with them.

They were vibrant and active kids, and liked running around naked after bath time. It got so they would splash and play when I was giving them a bath when they were 6 and 5, and I began doing it naked myself, just to stay dry on the outside edge of the tub. After a bit of that, I recognized that what I really wanted was simply for them to grow up being unashamed of their naked bodies and to be accustomed to their Aunt Leslie being naked around them.

With that in mind, I just stayed naked after slippery soaping and rinsing their bodies and drying them off from head to toe. There was nothing overtly sexual about any of that touch when they were so young, but touch is intimate and familiar when it is on naked bodies, and I wanted that to feel like a natural and warm and welcoming thing, not a forced or uncomfortable thing. So in the early days I avoided lingering too long on any body parts, or making any suggestive comments, even if there were a few butterflies in my stomach when I did it.

But I stayed naked. And my sister never knew.

Naked when we went to the kitchen for a snack, and naked when we went to the living room couch to read a story or watch a show on TV. They loved running around naked anyway, like any number of kids I’ve known in other families.

By the time Juli was 8 years old and Justin was 7, their mom announced that they were too old to be nude together any more, and made them get dressed around the house.

But on days or evenings when Aunt Leslie was their nanny we did it just like always… bare skin and giggles.

Of course, they had to agree that it was our own thing to do and not to ever tell their mom, because she would have put an end to it. And so we continued… bath time, drying off, having a snack, and sitting on the couch together. Bare naked skin, smooth young skin, hip to hip with me.

They were warm and snuggly, and if I was reading a story they would lean against my arms, one on each side, to see the pages and practice reading some of the words. If we were watching TV I would wrap one arm around each and they would snuggle under my armpit, their heads against the sides of my C cup breasts. They loved being ‘in the nest’ that way and would often lift my arm to wrap it around them if I didn’t do it first.

I loved that, because that way my touches included the fronts of their arms, the outsides of their necks and cheeks and ears, and when draping casually around their bodies, my hands would end up on their chests, moving lightly as we watched the TV. It was easy to let my fingers drift across their nipples, then back to the center, then back to the nipples, just ever so lightly across them. It was all about intimate touch amid conversation and the dialog of the show. But I could feel their nipples pucker, as stimulated nipples do, and occasionally I could feel a little squirm.

I could also tell they liked it. The way we were sitting naturally left their inside arms either in their own laps, or more often, resting on my thigh. I sat with my legs slightly open, knees spread, not hiding myself, just being, well, open, a little exposed. Justin’s cheek would press a little more firmly into my right breast, and without saying anything, Juli would sometimes take my hand and move it over her nipple when it was resting in between them or on her arm. It made me remember how much I loved touching my own nipples when I was her age, watching them pucker, feeling the warmth spread into my tummy and not really knowing what it was all about. Moving fingers, absentmindedly caressing warm accessible skin was common, and I could feel theirs moving over my thighs as well as we watched TV and talked about whatever.

It drove me crazy, and my tummy churned, and my pussy clenched inside.

Juli had had a tongue sucking habit all her life, and when she was in a relaxed zone or even asleep, she would slightly part her lips, the tip of her tongue sticking out and then pulling back quickly, over and over as she made little suckling noises. It may have been a leftover of being nursed by my sister, or just something that was comforting, but it happened a lot when we were quiet like that, snuggling. It made me feel there were possibilities there, and I could tell by her body language that Juli was receptive to whatever was happening, even without words.

Justin, on the other hand, was a little squirmier when his nipples were being caressed, and sometime in those years he began to get erections when I did it. Sometimes he would move his right hand to his young hard cock and just hold it, or cup his balls, squeezing lightly while we watched. Sometimes he would turn his head a little and nuzzle my tit with his nose, and let his fingers slide back and forth on the inside warm smooth skin of my thigh.

I was thrilled that our casual way of being together included the lovely, warm, safe way of being naked, combined with a growing awareness of their body sensations, and a total comfort level with both their nakedness and mine.

Continue on to Chapter 2

1

Error happened.

By No One

Rain sighed and frowned at the poorly drawn map in her hands, increasingly feeling like she was utterly lost. She had followed the admittedly unclear directions as best she could; those damn ruins had to be around here somewhere. If they exist at all, she reminded herself.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. A map to some vestiges of the Ancients, recently uncovered by the shifting sands, and possibly full of priceless technological artifacts. What more could a relic hunter want?

A more reliable map, for one thing. Her contact was normally dependable, but this was second- or even third-hand info, and she had not been scrupulous enough in vetting it. She had been too eager to leave town for a while, had paid a stupid sum for the equally stupid map, and now here she was.

It was all Sapphire’s fault.

Rain’s usual relic-hunting partner — and occasional lover — had once again been making questionable and downright boneheaded life decisions, and Rain had taken it upon herself to tell the girl just how irresponsibly she was acting. The thing about Sapphire, though, was that she was about the most stubborn person to live since the Calamity, so that course of action, perhaps predictably, had not gone over very well. There had been a quarrel. Rain had felt the urge to get away for a while and had rashly set out on this adventure on her own. And now she was lost in the middle of nowhere.

Sapphire had always been the one with the good sense of direction, too.

Rain sighed again and shook her head; she didn’t want to think about Sapphire right now. Folding up the map, she put it back in her jacket pocket and decided to drive her sand bike up a nearby dune to get a better look at her surroundings and maybe take a quick break.

A brief ride later, she stood atop the small hill, taking a drink from her water flask and craning her neck around in a circle. She noted that her situation wasn’t much improved from up here. The thing about the Waste was that it looked much the same in any direction: quite a bit of sand, a few rocks, hard arid earth. All that was left of most of the world after the Calamity.

Looking around her, there was nary a point of reference in sight, and certainly no trace of any Ancient ruins. Glancing back the way she had come, she wondered if she had made a turn at the wrong “big rock.” The instructions had not been terribly specific about the size that should be considered “big.”

She had daydreamed that, this time, she would find some rare piece of tech that she could sell to live comfortably for a while. Maybe even a generator. Ironically, the settlement where she lived — charmingly named Dead End — had vast supplies of gas, but few devices to convert it to useful power. The machines the tech-heads managed to cobble together for that purpose were inefficient and tended to spit out disgusting black smoke, so a powerful and portable generator made by the Ancients would fetch a fortune from the right folk. Unfortunately, her hopes of such a discovery were fading fast at the moment.

Suddenly, she frowned at the horizon as she noticed a dark patch obscuring part of the sky, barely perceptible at this distance. The sun was about to set but… no, this didn’t look like the natural dimming of the evening. She stared at the phenomenon for a moment, until she discerned, as she had feared, the mass of shadow moving, swirling. If she knew the Waste — and after exploring it for the better part of a decade, ever since she was barely a teenager, she figured she did — that looked very much like a dust storm coming her way.

She spat. “This day just keeps getting better and better.”

The thing about dust storms out in the Waste was that… you really didn’t want to get caught in one. At best, you would be stumbling around blind, trying not to get buried alive as dust and sand did their utmost to infiltrate every nook and cranny of your clothes, and every orifice in your body. If you weren’t so lucky, well, the worst storms would simply suffocate you where you stand, or even flay the skin off your bones.

None of those options sounded very appealing to Rain. The issue, of course, was that she was about a day’s drive from any settlement that she knew of, and the storm spread right in the middle of her way home. She had to find some kind of shelter and fast. While the disturbance still seemed a long ways off, she knew very well those things could sneak up on you in the blink of an eye. Already, she imagined she could feel the wind picking up a little.

Quickly, she rummaged through the pack attached to her bike, took out her long cloak and fastened it around her shoulders, then pulled up the hood over her head and her scarf over her nose and mouth. It wouldn’t help much in the worst of the storm, but might make things more comfortable until then.

Getting back on the bike, she turned on the ignition, and thanked the gods that the finicky machine started up on the first try, for once. She rode hurriedly down the dune, the direction seeming to matter little as long as it was away from that dust cloud.

She drove past a few more dunes, eyes peeled for anything that might offer protection, though she didn’t have very high hopes of finding a sturdy house in the middle of nowhere. Here was a dried-up, stunted old tree, miraculously still standing on a patch of rocky ground, but she didn’t have time to ponder its mystery. It looked like it could barely shelter a few bugs, let alone do anything for her. She doubted it would survive the storm.

Her own chances were growing slimmer as well. The wind was now definitely much stronger, and a few particles of sand and dust had caught up with her, bouncing harmlessly off her clothes. She knew they wouldn’t remain so innocuous for very long, though.

She felt numb. It would be a really stupid end to die on such a hare-brained adventure. She selfishly wished Sapphire was there with her. Not that the girl could do anything about the storm, of course, but it somehow seemed less miserable to die alongside a friend.

As the morbid thought went through her mind, she noticed a pile of rocks on the side of a dune. She nearly ignored it — the mound seemed hardly big enough to provide much cover — but something about it caught her eye and she turned for a closer inspection. As she got nearer, she noted the rocks in question were, in fact, rectangular and flat, hardly looking natural at all. Bricks? Could this be related to the ruins she had been looking for?

Heart in her throat, she pushed her sand bike as fast as it would go, eyes fixed on the rubble. There, it looked like… yes! The corner of a building jutting out of the sand. She drove up close, got off the bike, then crawled partway up the dune to get a better look. The structure had probably been buried for a century or two, but a random shift of the sands had uncovered a small part of it. She could see a corner of the ancient roof, quite the worse for wear, with a big hole in it opening up a passage to the inside… and to shelter.

This was possibly the place she had been looking for all along, and it seemed she had found it just in the nick of time. She half-ran, half-stumbled back to her bike, grabbed her water flask and the food she had, and threw those in an empty backpack. She pulled out a tarp she kept in another bag and spread it over the bike, fastening it in place. She couldn’t very well take the vehicle with her into the building through the roof, but she could at least protect it as best she could. It wouldn’t do to have its engine full of sand when it was time to leave.

The storm was getting much worse now. Her cloak was whipped this way and that by the wind, and the dust stung her eyes, making it increasingly difficult to see. She made sure to mentally take note of the position of the bike so she could find it again if it was covered in sand, then ran to the buried structure.

The “roof” was only at waist level, so it was no trouble to climb up and stand at the edge of the hole that was to be her entrance into the building. Peeking down, she saw that a big pile of sand had already fallen into the room below, and figured she could probably drop herself onto it harmlessly. After a quick prayer to Lady Luck asking to keep the whole thing from collapsing while she was inside, Rain jumped down.

She landed on the heap of sand, skidded down its slope, and fell on her ass when she reached the bottom.

“Ow,” she muttered as she got back to her feet, though the injury was more to her pride than to her body.

She began dusting herself off, but more dirt and sand was continually falling down through the hole in the ceiling now, making it a pointless endeavor. She fervently hoped this entrance would not get completely filled in, but still decided to quickly move further into the building before the storm managed to bury her even down there.

Her haste nearly proved to be a fatal mistake. As she was about to go through the only door out of the room, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, grabbing on to the door frame to halt her momentum, when she noticed at the very last moment a thin wire stretched across the opening at ankle level.

She took a deep, slow breath to try to calm her suddenly hammering heart, very grateful for the instincts she had developed over years of this line of work. The thing about relic hunters was that some of them didn’t take too kindly to competitors. Some will even leave traps behind to prevent others from looting ruins they intend to return to, or possibly just to be dicks.

“Nice try, assholes,” Rain said through gritted teeth as she very carefully lifted one foot, then the other, over the suspicious wire.

On the other side of the door, she saw that the thread was connected to a small box off to one side. She wasn’t entirely sure what it did, but she was reasonably certain that anyone who triggered it would have a very bad day, so she steered clear of the device.

She let out a deep sigh, pulled the scarf off her face and shook the sand off her cloak, then allowed herself a gulp from her water flask.

“Alright. Escaped the storm, avoided the deadly trap. Now… let’s see what treasure we can find around here to make this trip worthwhile.”

She was in a corridor with a few doors leading off to the sides. Picking one at random, she found herself in a large, strange room filled with a maze of thin shoulder-high walls, creating a series of enclosures that each contained a table, a chair, and possibly some shelves or cabinets. Some kind of workplace of the Ancients, maybe? She wondered what they used to do here.

Everything was coated with a thick layer of dust, except for the floor, which had clearly been walked over by a few people more recently. The same jokers who left that little “present” at the entrance, no doubt. Rain would definitely have liked to have a word with them, especially if that word was “stab.”

Wandering around, she realized with disappointment that the assholes in question seemed to have already taken most objects of interest. The thing about Ancient ruins was that they were a lot less valuable if you weren’t the first person to loot them.

She did find a glass vase that had possibly once held some plants, but now only contained dust. Someone back home might be willing to pay for this, so she delicately put it in her pack.

She gave a cursory look through each enclosure. Some of them had those machines that the Ancients really seemed to love, left on the tables. “Computators” or whatever they were called. Even the tech-heads couldn’t figure those out, though, even if they had the juice to power them, so they were essentially worthless.

In one of the cramped pens, she found a small, strange device made of plastic and metal. It had two pieces linked together with a flexible joint. Trying to determine its purpose, she was startled when, pressing on one of the pieces, a tiny U-shaped fragment of metal came flying out of the end. Perplexed, she wondered if it was meant to be a weapon of some sort. It didn’t seem to be very effective at that, surely the little bit of metal couldn’t hurt that much. She shrugged and put the device in her pack anyway, as a curiosity if nothing else.

She did manage to find a few pencils that had been left behind as well, and pocketed those. People always needed pencils. There was a ton of paper all over the place too, though a lot of it fell to pieces when she tried to pick it up. The sheets stored in cabinets seemed to have fared better. They were inscribed with the runes of the Ancients, but many also had a blank side and could probably still be of use.

Rain stared at one piece of paper, trying to divine meaning from it, but she had never learned to decipher the writing of the Ancients. Sapphire knew some of it and had tried to teach her before, but it just didn’t stick in her mind. Giving up, she sighed and stuffed a bunch of sheets in her pack.

If she couldn’t find any real treasure, she at least knew a few tech-heads who would pay for paper to write their notes on. She could probably use some more, in fact, so she went on to investigate the next enclosure. Pulling out the drawer of a small cabinet revealed, as expected, some folders containing more paper. As she added those to her meager findings, her eye was drawn to a yellowed magazine seemingly hidden at the bottom of the drawer.

Curious, she picked it up, and her eyes went wide at the picture of a woman on the cover. A nude woman, with long blonde hair tumbling down to her large, proudly displayed breasts, a hand coyly hiding her sex from view.

Rain swallowed and, though it was silly, instinctively took a look behind her to make sure she was alone. “Well, what do we have here?” she wondered out loud.

Carefully turning the creaking pages, she found the inside of the magazine was just as alluring as the cover. There was a whole series of pictures of beautiful women, mostly naked and posing sexily, not shy at all about exposing every part of their bodies. Leafing through random pages, Rain saw a redhead bending over to take off her panties while smiling at the viewer; a black woman, eyes closed in pleasure, one hand on her breast, the other pressed against her pussy; a pale brunette and an Asian girl, kissing and exploring each other’s body.

Her eyes focused on that last pair for a moment. The girls looked like they had barely reached adulthood — a few years younger than Rain herself, maybe — and both had lean, petite bodies and small breasts. Most definitely to Rain’s taste. The sequence of pictures grew increasingly explicit, with the women exchanging torrid gazes while fingering each other, then taking turns eating each other’s pussy, with titillating close-ups of the action.

Rain bit her bottom lip, now feeling some heat spreading out from her own sex. Now this relic could be worth quite a bit, she estimated, but at that moment she thought she might just keep it for herself. She had not been with anyone for a while, after all. Sapphire had been “busy” with that strange girl, and Rain’s attempted wooing of the cute tomboy apprenticed to the blacksmith had not been very successful up to now, so these pictures were really getting her motor running.

She had half a mind to take a break from looting and explore in more details the secrets of Ancient indecency — maybe while her fingers did some exploring of their own. It seemed like a very poor moment for that sort of thing, though, what with being stuck in uncharted ruins with who-knows-what around, so she reluctantly decided to leave that off until she had at least scouted the whole area. With some great restraint, she sighed and carefully stored the dirty magazine in her pack, meticulously making sure it wouldn’t get damaged.

Still, if the dust storm lasted a while, she definitely had an idea of how to occupy herself.

She left the large room and moved on to a smaller one dominated by a long table, which she recognized as a dining room. Immediately, she went for the cupboards and drawers, looking for any easily carried metal objects, which were always in high demand since they could be melted down to make all sorts of useful things. Dejected, she found that a lonely spoon was all that had been left behind. Grunting in frustration, she still added the utensil to her collection; every little bit counted since it didn’t seem likely she was going to hit paydirt around here.

The sink was still there. A big chunk of metal, but it would be very awkward to carry back, even if she could detach it from the countertop. She ignored the large box that the Ancients used to store food. She knew from experience that either it would contain only dust, or she would be freeing an advanced mold civilization that just might try to take over the world.

As she was about to leave the room, movement at the corner of her eye made her spin around, pulling out her belt knife in the same motion. After an instant, she realized it was only a long horizontal mirror set in the opposite wall, and she chuckled at herself.

She walked up to the mirror for a closer look. It was about a foot in height, and wider than she was tall. A mirror this size would be worth a lot, but it was quite cumbersome. Even if she managed to bring it back to her bike somehow, it would be difficult to ride around with such a large object. She wondered if she could possibly break it two or three parts without shattering the whole thing.

While she pondered her options, she used her sleeve to wipe off the centuries-old grime from one section of the mirror and peered at her reflection. She rarely had the opportunity to look at herself in a good-quality mirror. She turned her head to one side, then the other, taking in her brown skin dirty with dust from the road, dark neck-length hair tied back, piercing blue eyes. Not quite magazine model worthy, she thought, but still not bad at all, in her own estimation.

She blew a kiss at the mirror, chuckling to herself, before turning and walking away. She figured she would return later to decide what to do with the mirror. There was no sense in lugging the big thing around as she explored.

Reaching the end of a corridor, Rain found herself on a second-floor balcony that stretched along three sides of a huge lobby area. Walking up to the railing, she saw that the real entrance to the building was down below, though of course it was now filled with sand. Holes in the ceiling had added more piles of sand here and there, including right next to her on the balcony.

Fissures ran across the marble floor below, possibly damaged by centuries of earthquakes, or even during the Calamity itself. An earthen section of floor might have once been a small indoors garden at some point.

It must have been a beautiful building long ago, and even now it remained rather impressive despite the decay. They didn’t make structures this grand anymore.

A worrisome metallic groan suddenly pierced the silence of the chamber. Rain slowly lowered her gaze to the balcony floor under her feet. Surely the addition of her insignificant weight was not putting excessive stress on the structure? Then again, it was really old, probably rusty to boot, and holding up the weight of an unplanned-for quantity of sand.

Rain took a cautious step back. The balcony didn’t appreciate. It groaned again, shook, and suddenly threatened to topple, the floor pitching forward into a slope and throwing her against the railing. She quickly spun around and tried to lunge for safety as best she could on the unstable platform, but it was at that moment that the whole thing gave out.

Time seemed to slow down, and she could only watch in horror as the balcony detached from the wall and she found herself in free fall. The floor below still came up alarmingly fast, though, and the impact rattled every bone in her body.

“Ouch,” she managed to mumble after a long moment. On the other hand, she supposed that pain was better than not feeling anything at all. Opening her eyes suddenly seemed an arduous task, but she eventually succeeded and stared at the ceiling for a good while. It seemed a lot higher than it had been a few seconds ago.

Groaning, she rolled to her side and was relieved to find that moving did not seem to bring about new pain. She managed to sit up, frowned at the shattered pieces of balcony around her, frowned at the spot up above where the balcony used to be, frowned at her pack fallen next to her. She gave it a nudge and heard the jingle of broken glass. So much for the vase.

There came a deep rumble from beneath her. She watched in renewed alarm as one of the cracks in the floor seemed to grow and widen distressingly. “Don’t you dare!” she shouted at the floor, but it ignored her protest. If anything, it started disintegrating faster.

She tried to scramble to her feet but she was still dizzy from the fall. The ground shook, fractured, then collapsed entirely, once again dropping her into empty space.

“Shiiiiiit!” she screamed as she tumbled down into unknown depths. Her eyes darted around wildly as she fell and latched onto some sort of dangling cable. By pure instinct, her hand lashed out and grabbed hold of it, halting the fall with a jarring wrench of her shoulder. She gripped the cable tightly and hunched her back as crumbling debris fell all around her.

After a moment, when calm seemed to have been restored, she dared to open her eyes and slowly let out the breath she found she had been holding in. She hazarded a look around and noted there seemed to be some sort of basement floor about six feet below her, now strewn with rubble. Roughly the same distance above her head was the jagged hole in the upper floor. The cable didn’t quite extend that high, but it looked like she might be able to reach up and pull herself out.

As she was pondering whether it would be wiser to go up or down, the cable seemed to give way under her weight and suddenly dropped her a foot lower. “Oh, come on!” she railed against the unfairness of life. Before she had time to make any decision, there was a snapping sound above as the cable broke off completely, then once more she was falling.

Her head hit against something on landing and her vision went black.

Continue on to Part Two

By DirtyMindedMom

Mom was making breakfast when I came into the kitchen the next morning. I went about setting out the plates and silverware without saying anything. There wasn’t any awkwardness. Nothing needed to be said just then, so neither felt compelled to fill the silence.

Our lovemaking had carried on into the late afternoon and only ended because my father would be home. We needed time to shower, dress, and compose ourselves. Before that time came, we’d talked, we’d touched each other, and we’d made one another come again. We masturbated ourselves, both in turns and at the same time. We talked some more. Not about what we were doing, but about the normal things any mother and daughter might talk about, only we were naked, our fingers free to caress the other’s nipple or pussy as whim and want guided us.

I was thinking about grabbing a couple handfuls of my mom’s ass when my father arrived, drawn by the smell of bacon. The man loved his bacon! He kissed me on the cheek before sitting down and scanning the headlines on his tablet. I delivered him a cup of coffee as I listened to my parents’ morning banter. Some things never change. It could have been the same exchange I’d heard the morning before I left to go to school back in September.

I watched my mother’s lips move as she spoke and wanted them at the tips of my breasts. From the tingling I felt there, I sensed my nipples were becoming hard. The small impressions they made beneath my thin nightshirt would be easy to spot. Normally I would have covered up or gone to put on a robe or sweater. Things had changed. I wanted Mom to see I was aroused, and much to my surprise I wasn’t embarrassed by the possibility that my father might notice as well. I wasn’t a little girl, I was a woman with breasts, nipples, appetites, and desires. If he didn’t know that already, it was time for him to face what I was, and maybe even what I was becoming.

If Dad noticed, he didn’t make it obvious. He kissed Mom on his way out, his hand going suggestively to her hip as he held his lips to hers just a few seconds longer than usual. All these years and they were still in love. A little sappy, but sweet. I should be so lucky.

Mom and I cleaned up the kitchen together, and I put on the kettle for her tea. As she was drying her hands on a dish towel and looking for something else to attend to, I stepped up and took her in a hug. She made a soft noise of surprise, then wrapped her arms around me. Her body was warm and soft. I held her tighter.

“You have any plans today?” I asked.

“Nothing really. A few errands.” The kettle whistled and she went to turn off the stove. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, ah…” I suddenly felt shy about saying it aloud. “I was, ah, thinking… or wondering actually if we were going to do anything today… you know? Like yesterday?”

She was looking away from me, pouring steaming water into her cup, but I could still see the big smile come to her lips.

“Oh? I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do that again, or want to do it again so soon…”

I wasn’t exactly sure how to take that. I shrugged, trying to play it cool for some stupid reason. “It’s up to you… either way…”

My mother sat at the table, setting down a cup of tea for each of us. She picked at a piece of bacon that my father hadn’t gotten to.

“Is it cold in here, or are those telling a different story?” she nodded meaningfully toward my chest.

I looked down to see the prominent bumps my hard nipples made in my shirt. That’s when I gave up the act. “Okay, fine, it’s all I’ve been able to think about! I was up half the night fingering my pussy and replaying of all the things we did together, and the dirty, nasty, wonderful things you said while we were doing it.”

My mom looked visibly relieved. “Thank, God! I didn’t want to push you too soon or too fast, but I’ve been picturing you naked from the moment you came down, and I can’t stop thinking about everything I want to do with you.”

We shared conspiratorial smiles. We were like a couple of kids with a brand new toy.

“What kind of things are you thinking about?” I pressed, as an insistent ache began to make itself felt between my legs.

“To start with, everything we did yesterday, and…” She took a sip of her tea to excuse her hesitation.

“And…?”

“Please promise to tell me if this is too much and I’ll understand completely, but… I would love to try going down on you, if you’d let me.”

My insides did a happy somersault. “If I let you? Why wouldn’t I?

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d think it was too weird… having your mother lick your pussy,” she leaned forward and put a hand lightly on my knee, “and suck your clit, and slide her tongue up inside you.”

“Mom! Stop it or I’m going to come right here on the spot!”

She squeezed my leg and sat back with a self-satisfied grin. “So I take it that’s a yes?”

“On one condition. You have to let me eat your pussy, too.”

“And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You really want to suck and lick your own mother’s cunt until I come on your face?”

“Okay, when you put it like that… then, hell yes!”

“What the fuck are we waiting for?” My mom grabbed my hand and practically dragged me toward her bedroom.

“Wait! I haven’t had a shower yet!” I warned.

“Even better.”

Mom stripped out of her robe and nightgown in no time flat, then helped me by pulling my PJ bottoms down. Standing there at the foot of her bed, she hugged me to her as soon as we were both naked. “I love this,” she gushed. “So different from a man. Everything all smooth and soft.” Her hands roamed over my back and down to my butt.

I had to agree with her. Holding a naked guy was nice, but this was way better. “God, Mom, I’m so friggin’ wet for you.”

She kissed me, then kissed me again. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she accepted it without reservation. “I can’t wait to taste you,” she said. “Not like yesterday, licking my fingers after they’d been inside you. I mean really taste you. Your pussy is going to be right in my face.”

Hearing her psyching herself up for what we were about to do only got me more turned on, which I didn’t think was possible at that point.

I broke our increasingly passionate kiss, knowing that if it went on much longer I might very well come just from the velvety friction of my mom’s body against mine. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the bed. “Stand right here,” I instructed.

A guy would have most likely complained, asked a stupid question or made a dumb comment. But my mom trusted me and simply did as she was told with an expectant gleam in her eye. I climbed onto her bed, crawling away from her toward the pillows. I knew I was giving her an eyeful of my ass and everything else from behind. I never wanted to flaunt my body the way that I did with her. Would it be like this with other girls, or was it only because she was my mom?

When I reached the headboard, I arranged the pillows, then turned and settled into a half sitting position. Once I had, I spread my legs. My mother shifted, apparently eager to lunge, her tongue teasing back and forth over her bottom lip, probably without her realizing she was doing it. I waited a few more moments for dramatic effect, then reached down and slowly parted my lips just enough to expose the delicate array of fleshy delights that were hidden within.

“Is this what you want, Mom?”

She nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“You want to put your mouth right here? On your daughter’s horny little pussy?”

“Yesss,” she hissed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“It’s a sin, you know? To eat out your own daughter’s cunt. You’ll burn for eternity.”

“It’ll be worth it.”

I patted my vulva, already puffy and swollen with excitement. “Then come and get it.”

My mother followed my lead and crawled up the bed toward me. She was obviously moving slower than she truly wanted to, but she was enjoying the game as much as I was. She came all the way to me, kissed me lightly on the lips, gave each of my taut nipples a gentle suckle, kissed her way down to my mound, and nuzzled her nose in my wispy patch of pubic hair. Watching her take in my scent was beyond erotic.

“Don’t expect too much,” she warned me self-consciously as she settled down on her tummy, looking up at me from between my thighs. “I’ve only ever been on the receiving end when it comes to cunnilingus.”

“God, Mom, don’t say ‘cunnilingus.’ It sounds so… I don’t know, clinical?”

“Sorry, you’re right.” She kissed my inner thigh sending tingles all through me. “How about, I’ve only ever been the cunt-lickee, never the cunt-licker?”

“That sounds much better,” I sighed, doing everything I could to resist shoving my crotch in her face. “I’m so turned on right now that I don’t think it matters what you do down there. I’m about to come just from having your face this close to my pussy.” I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. “Lick it, Mom. Lick my pussy. I want you to taste me.”

Her eyes lowered as her attention shifted to the impassioned vagina just inches in front of her. After a moment of adoring contemplation, I felt a tentative lick. Her tongue slipped along the edges of my inner lips, not quite making it to my clit. My whole body melted in an instant.

“Oh, fuck, yes. More!”

She licked my lips again like she had the first time, then on the third swipe she grazed my stiff clitty with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, that’s good, Mom.” I twisted my nipples in expectation of her next lick. When it came, she flicked my clit a few times then followed that with a kiss. “Oh, fuuuck, yes.”

I’d had oral sex conducted on me before, but it was never anything like what I was experiencing in only the first few moments of what my mother was doing. Cunnilingus, to use the proper term, was something I romanticized, but in reality it was usually something I found to be just okay and occasionally even discomforting. What was happening between my legs in that moment was a whole new deal. This was the way I’d always fantasized it could be.

“Lower, Mom.” I was having trouble remembering to breathe. “Lick me down lower.” I shifted my hips up to give her easier access to what I wanted. I needed to feel her tongue on my hole… in my hole. Oh God, I wanted my own mother to tongue-fuck me so bad.

She might not have been ready to go there, but she licked me right on the spot. I gave a shuddering moan to make sure she knew I wanted more of that. Her tongue circled the rim of my opening. I knew she was tasting my unwashed pussy at its most potent. Was she turned off by ripe tang of it? Or disgusted by the slight hint of urine that must have been there? Her tongue penetrated me, probing as far as it could, swabbing left and right, then all around several times. If she was repulsed, she certainly wasn’t showing it.

“Is it okay, Mom?” I asked in a breathless hush, not knowing if I wanted to hear the answer.

She withdrew her tongue and gave my hole a quick parting lick. “More than okay. Honestly, this is so much better than I thought it would be, and I was expecting it to be pretty damned good.” She licked and kissed my pussy some more. “I was afraid I’d built it up in my mind over so many years that I’d be disappointed if I ever had the chance to try the real thing.” She sucked my clit for a few tantalizing seconds, before going back down to my hole. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of this.”

A warm happiness filled me as I looked down between my breasts at her. “So, you like eating my pussy, Mom? You like tasting my cunt juices and sticking your tongue in my nasty little fuck hole?”

She just nodded while her mouth was busy on my pussy. “And I’m ashamed to admit that I love hearing my sweet, innocent baby talking so fucking dirty.”

“Good, because you’ll be hearing a lot of it. Now stop talking and suck my clit, you cunt-loving dyke.”

My mom’s eyebrows raised at that, but without another word she went back in, mouth first. The perverse thrill of talking to my mother like that really ramped up the illicit pleasure I was already getting from having the woman who raised me practically worshipping my pussy with her mouth. I thought back to just a few days ago when I was trying to avoid having sexual thoughts about my mom. It seemed so silly now. I had to take this lesson to heart. Denying what I truly want sexually is an exercise in futile stupidity. Instead of shying away from my desires, no matter how weird or socially unacceptable, I had to embrace them and do everything I could to fulfill them.

In the meantime, my eyes were rolling up into the back of my head as my mom continued practicing her pussy-eating technique. She was trying different things, so just when I’d get into the groove of one licking or sucking pattern she would change it up and throw me off my rhythm. I wanted to be annoyed by this, but whatever new thing she would try out was usually just as good as, or even better than, the last.

“Oh, yeah. That one’s good, Mom. Keep doing that…” I lifted my legs and held my knees, slightly changing the angle. That position also had the benefit of making me feel like a true slut, which was a fun feeling to let myself enjoy. “This is so strange,” I moaned. “My mom is sucking my pussy. God, I love it!”

I could tell she wanted to say something, but she forced herself to stay focused on my cunt. She was obviously loving this, too. My mom claimed that her sexual thoughts about me only started when she found my vibrator, but I had to wonder if that was really true. Did she have dark thoughts about her own daughter before that? Like when she suggested we try sunbathing topless on that Caribbean vacation a couple years back? Or maybe earlier when she took me shopping for my first bra? Was there something behind how she often showed up in my bedroom when I was dressing, or more often undressing? I’d always thought these were just normal family moments, but, looking back on them while my mother’s tongue fluttered over my clit, they took on a whole new significance.

I was thinking too much. I could worry later. It was time to forget everything and concentrate on the building sensation my mother was coaxing along with unexpected proficiently down between my legs.

“Okay, Mom, yeah. Do that again… oh, good… more of that.” I loved how well she took direction. I’d never been able to tell the few boys I was with what I wanted, but with her it was easy. As she licked and sucked my clit, she slipped a finger inside me. This took my breath away. What a remarkable combination. I had to wonder what it would feel like to have someone sucking my pussy while I was getting fucked by a cock. I shook my head. I needed to work on the whole lesbian sex thing before I could start thinking about threesomes.

“You’re going to make me come, Mom.” I moaned louder when she added a second finger. “I’m going to come on your face… right on your mouth. Suck my pussy, Mom. Do it… make me come!”

My universe went into free-fall for a moment that stretched with agonizing anticipation. That briefest of nothings between heartbeats when your orgasm has arrived but the intellectual part of your brain hasn’t caught up with the signals coming from the nerve endings in your pussy. That feeling passes almost before I have time to recognize it and time flows in a rush of sound and movement.

My screams are not mine to contain. My limbs are not mine to control. I have no choice but to give myself over to it and revel in the glory. The glory of the first orgasm I’ve ever received from a woman’s mouth. And given to me by my own, loving, sexy mother. It’s too fucking much all at once.

My mom is next to me, her body fitted against mine, her lips lightly touching kisses to my neck and shoulder.

“What happened?” I say in something of a daze. I know I didn’t pass out, but I also couldn’t quite remember her moving up to lie with me.

“What happened is you made me happier than I’ve ever been in bed with another person.” She kissed me on my lips, and we shared the taste of my pussy. “I’ve never made anyone come like that in my life. I feel like I could take over the world right now.”

“You certainly own my world after that.” There was more kissing and caressing. I loved that I could thumb my mom’s nipple like I was. “I had no idea sex could be that good. Seriously, Mom, am I crazy or was I just on another planet.”

“You made it to Venus and back in record time.” Her fingers brushed over my clit and made me jump. “But, I really can’t say how good it feels because I’ve never had my pussy sucked by a woman… like you have.”

I got the hint. “If I can do this even half as good as you, get ready for a wild ride.”

I pushed my mother onto her back as I rolled on top of her. I paused for a minute at her tits as I worked my way down. This was really going to happen. I was going to eat my first pussy. The fear and excitement made it hard to stay focused. My mom was already moaning even before I got all the way down there. I had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t going to take long at all.

I settled into position, took a calming breath, and looked straight ahead. There it was: my mom’s cunt. Right in front of my face. I’d seen it the day before, but this was different. There was no distance, no room for objectivity. As I was trying to take in the visual experience of it all, her scent was already enlivening my senses. It was a warm, almost animal smell. The natural odor of her excited pussy overwhelmed all of the floral perfumes in the lotions, soaps, and deodorants we women rely on to mask what we really are. I breathed my mother in.

My eyes traveled from the furry bush covering her mound down to her shaved outer labia. Two plump, elongated half-moons of tender flesh. They looked so smooth that they all but insisted you lick them. My mother’s prominent inner pussy lips were currently stealing the show, however. I suspected they were normally visible, but with her as excited as she was, they were swollen and parted like an erotic flower in bloom. Within that captivating cleft there was a wetness. A wetness that my tongue was eager to sample. My gaze continued downward.

Just below her slit were some stray hairs that she had missed while shaving. I don’t know why, but seeing that turned me on. This wasn’t some Photoshopped porn model on my computer screen, this was a real woman. Further down, my mom’s butt cheeks peeked out just a little. I knew within that crevice was her asshole. It was a part of the body that I didn’t normally think of in a sexual way, but I had the urge to part her cheeks and take a peek.

“Is everything okay?” Mom asked, sounding a little worried.

“Yeah, I’m just looking, that’s all…”

Mom smiled down at me. Her hands moved over her thighs. I could see her fingers trembling. She opened her legs a little wider, then spread her pussy lips for me. The simple gesture took my breath away. Her big, full lips were splayed apart, no longer concealing the hidden parts of my mother’s most private area. I could see the tiny domed tip of her pink clit peeking out from its wrinkled sheath. I could see her soft inner flesh, moist and alluring. And I could see her vagina. There it was, just inches away from my mouth. The most holy of holies. My mother’s cunt hole.

It gaped open a little, but not garishly so. It practically begged to have something inserted into it. A finger, a tongue, a hard cock. There her wetness was more obvious. Thick sex fluids gathered near the bottom, ready to trickle down toward her ass. I’d always considered women’s genitals to be strange and even a little ugly, but my thinking was completely changed in that moment. I’d never seen anything more beautiful or desirable in my life.

I gave in to the inexorable draw my mom’s pussy was exerting on me and brought my mouth to her. I kissed her clit lightly, and delighted in her little spasm in reaction. “Go slow, honey,” she moaned, still holding herself open for me. I did as she asked, not only for her sake, but also because I wanted to take in every moment of this experience so I could remember it always. I feathered kisses in a circle around her vulva. I could tell by the subtle turn of her hips that my mom wanted me to give her center some attention. I teased her just a little longer, then rewarded her with a long lick up the middle of her crease from just above her hole to just below her clit. She groaned, enjoying the pleasure but knowing there was so much more I was holding back from her.

“Lick me,” I thought I heard her whisper. “Lick Mommy’s horny pussy.” Maybe it was only what I wanted to hear, but I did lick her. Up and down then side to side. When I couldn’t resist any longer, I moved down to her opening. I dipped my tongue into her liquid essence. There was a dreamy sense of disjunction as the raw flavor of my mother’s cunt suffused my senses. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever know the taste of another woman, and never would have guessed my mother would be my first.

I lapped at her hole, slurping up more of her juices and circling my tongue inside of her has far as I could go. Her moans came to me as if from a great distance. I was underwater, far away, in my own world. I was swimming in my mother’s cunt. I licked and sucked her hole with a needful urgency. I wasn’t thinking about her pleasure, only mine. I gathered enough of her juices in my mouth and swallowed. It flowed thickly down my throat unlike anything I’d ever had before. It was sublime.

After feasting at my mom’s most womanly of orifices for a few minutes longer, I moved up to her clit. It was time to give her what she was aching for. I flicked her stiff nub experimentally with my tongue. I enjoyed when she’d done that to me, but it was also a bit maddening. I ran circles around it, pressing my tongue hard into her tiny erection with each revolution. She writhed at this, pushing herself up into my face.

“Oh, Emily, yes… you’re licking my clit…” Her voice became quieter as she spoke. She wasn’t talking to me. “My baby girl is licking my pussy…”

After just a little more tongue work, I moved to sucking. This got a gasp from her, which gave me goosebumps. I’d felt the power and control of giving a guy a blowjob, but this was so much more satisfying. I owned my mother in that moment. I owned her with my mouth.

“Oh, yes, that’s it…”

Like her with me, I tried a couple different techniques. Sucking the whole area, sucking just her clitty, sucking and licking at the same time. The last one got the most favorable reaction.

“You like this, Mom?”

“Yes…”

“You like getting your pussy sucked?”

“Oh God, yes…”

“You like getting your cunt sucked by your own daughter?”

“Ooooh, fuuuuck!” she cried out as I latched onto her clit and started going at her with a passion. “Suck me, Emily. Suck my cunt! Eat your mother’s cunt just like that, baby!” Her hands were all over her own body, roughly grabbing her tits, mercilessly squeezing and pulling at them. “Eat your mother’s slutty fucking cunt! Aaaaaahhhhh!”

She bucked up into my face, but I was able to keep my mouth on her pussy as her orgasm whipped through her. I only let go at the point that I knew I she would be too sensitive to take any more, and that seemed to be just the right time for Mom, too.

“Ooooh… ooooh… okay…” she panted. Her fingers gently teased her nipples as her tummy flexed with a few residual quakes. “Oh, my, my, my…” She giggled and sighed. “Emily, that was amazing. No one has ever given me an orgasm that good with their mouth. Not even your dad.”

I kissed her inner thighs and snuggled my nose in her puff of pubic hair. “I think I might have sprained my tongue,” I gently took one of her outer lips between my teeth, not biting down, but just holding it like that until I got a chuckle from her. “But it was worth it.”

I tested her clit with a kiss. She flinched, but not much. It was safe, I decided. I began sucking her again.

“Oh, no, not again…” she moaned, clearly not the least bit upset that I was back at it.

I took it slow and easy, but within a minute she was at the precipice yet again. “I’m going to come, Emily. Oh, fuck, I’m coming… I’m coming, baby… oh, yeesss!”

Her body went rigid as a less intense but obviously deeper orgasm seized her. We rode this one out together. I listened to the moans coming from her tight-clenched throat this time to gauge when to let up. I held on a second too long and my mom had to push my head away with a barking laugh when the pleasure turned to pain.

“Come up here, sweetheart.” She held her arms out to me.

We cuddled, and fondled, and rested together for a long time. A few loving words passed between us, but for the most part we stayed quiet, content to simply be holding one another and enjoying the feeling of sweaty skin-to-skin closeness. I don’t know exactly how long we were like that before I began dozing off. I was in that twilight between wakefulness and sleep when I heard my mother whisper something in my ear.

“Masturbate for me,” she said softly. The words created a tickle at the end of my clit that radiated out to the tips of my fingers. “I want to feel you come.”

I was too comfortable to move. My mother took my hand and put it between my legs. It took me a few seconds, but my fingers slowly began to move. Mom sighed and hugged me to her. I lightly played with my clit. I wasn’t purposefully rushing toward a climax like I normally did, but just enjoying the sensations I was giving myself and floating in the warmth of my mother’s embrace. She occasionally delivered a soft kiss or a contented sound to remind me that she was still there with me and taking her own pleasure from my pleasure.

It had to have been at least twenty minutes before I got close. “Mom…” I said in a raspy hush, “do you want me to come?”

“Mmm, yes.” Her hand moved down and rested over my own. She didn’t apply any pressure, but she was just feeling the motion of how I was touching myself. “Come for Mommy.”

It sounded strange and yet perfectly right in my ear. I hadn’t called her Mommy since I turned twelve. I was too grown up for that. But in that moment of intimacy, that’s what she was… my mommy. She held me in her arms as I masturbated. I’d never felt so free and accepted before. I was able to be myself — my whole self — and not fear being judged. My mother’s love was the most genuine thing in my life, and now I knew I would never lose it. There was no place else that I could be as safe or as cherished as I was in my mommy’s embrace.

I felt her nipple brush against my cheek. I turned my head and took it into my mouth. My world was instantly complete. I wanted for nothing. I suckled my mother’s breast and steadily edged myself closer with small movements of my middle finger on my stiff clit.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Play with that pretty little cunt. Mommy wants to feel her baby come.”

I sucked harder on my mother’s tit and it was difficult not to bite down when the wave finally crested and crashed. I sucked, and rubbed, and wiggled within her adoring grasp.

“There you go,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.” Her voice was so low I barely heard what she was saying. “Doesn’t that feel better, now?” She traced her fingernails over my skin, tickling my arm and back. “My pretty, sexy girl…” These were the last words I heard before drifting away to a blissful sleep in bed with my mom.

*****

The remainder of my winter break went by in a blur. A blur of pussy, tits, ass, and orgasms. My mother graciously allowed me to “practice” on her as much as I wanted. In turn, I was more than happy to help her fulfill every lesbian fantasy she’d conceived of over all the years since that fateful missed opportunity.

Along with the torrid, incestuous sex, there was a lot of love and sharing. We talked more than we ever had before. No topic was off limits. Old grudges were hashed over and many of them resolved. Questions were answered, and confessions were proffered. She unburdened herself to me in a way that she wouldn’t have if she were “only” my mother. There was a new kind of bond between us, one that we were both testing and learning about as we went.

I understood her as a woman like I couldn’t have as a daughter alone. I, likewise, had become so much more than her little girl. I knew what my mom sounded like when she masturbated. I had a clear picture of the expression she would make when a third, then fourth finger was pushed inside her. I’d had her taste on my tongue, and in turn had fed her the elixir of my own orgasm. It would take more time to adjust to all the changes, but we would work through it and come out the other end closer than ever.

I returned to school feeling confident with my new skills. I understood the subtleties of a girl’s body to enough of a degree that I didn’t fear an encounter, but eagerly sought one. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before I was able to bring Kaylee into my bed. I found it ironic that though she had played around with a girl long before me, it turned out that I was the more experienced one by the time I’d managed to seduce her. It was strange that I was the aggressor, that I was the one taking the lead, and that I ended up being the dominant one. I was even able to teach Kaylee some new tricks.

There was no way for me to thank my mom for helping me become who I truly am, but when I get home for Spring Break, I’m going to do everything I can to show her my undying appreciation.

THE END

By DirtyMindedMom

“Okay! Here we go, I guess,” my mom exclaimed, somewhat startled by my quick reaction.

The first line had been crossed. It was one thing to see each other naked, but it was another for me to be fondling my mother’s breast. And this wasn’t a clinical touch, it was explicitly sexual. I first massaged one tit, then moved to the other.

“Oh, that’s nice,” my mom sighed. “So different than the way your father touches me.”

“Mom, do you mind not talking about Dad while we’re doing this?”

“Right, sorry. My bad.” Her voice adopted a dreamy quality. “Won’t happen again.”

I squeezed and fondled her a little more, then went for a nipple. I ran my fingertip around the periphery, slowly zeroing in on the center. As I toyed with her soft nub, it stiffened and became fuller. A tingle ran down my back knowing that I was responsible for exciting her in this way. I’d made guys hard before, but for some reason there wasn’t this same sense of satisfaction. Making my mom’s nipples hard felt like a real accomplishment rather than a mechanical inevitability.

“Does that feel good?” I asked out of pure insecurity.

“It feels wonderful, Emily.”

Hearing my mom say my name while I was touching her breasts made my pussy clench with desire.

“Is it okay if I suck your nipple?” The word nipple felt clumsy as I said it, but it also gave me a thrill.

“Yes, of course,” Mom said breathily, “please do.”

I leaned over and hovered over my mother’s chest. Okay, here we go, I guess. I parted my lips and took her nipple in. My mom was holding her breath, but I swear I could hear her heart beating. I sucked. The sensation was glorious. It was so buttery soft in my mouth that I let out a moan to show how wonderful it was. I was sucking my mom’s tit. It was beyond insane, but it was really happening.

My sucking quickly morphed into suckling. I had a Freudian moment where I wondered if the warm feelings welling up inside me had anything to do with breastfeeding when I was an infant. Did those latent memories somehow make sucking my mother’s nipple that much more gratifying? I didn’t want to waste any energy analyzing it and instead tried to focus on how fucking amazing it felt. My mom encouraged me with a light touch to move to her other breast and I happily did. It turned me on to know that she was enjoying this as much, if not more, than I was.

“That feels wonderful, sweetheart,” my mom whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I didn’t want to stop, but I thought she might want a turn. After a few parting licks and kisses, I rolled off her and onto my back. I pushed my tits together in an effort to make them look bigger and more inviting. “Do you want to try?”

“Mmm, how can I say no to those lovely treats?” She brought her head down to my chest and gently kissed my nipple a few times before giving it a swipe with her tongue. Her hands came up and replaced mine. She squeezed, kneading my breasts with slow, subtle motions. “So soft.”

Her warm breath on the wet tip of my breast sent goosebumps up my arms. My mom took my nipple in her mouth, then the whole of my puffy, pink areola. She sucked and licked at the same time. I’d had a few boys mess with my boobs before, but it wasn’t nearly as erotic as this was. She shifted to my other breast and gave it the same loving treatment. I ran my fingers through her hair and shivered with anticipation. If having my tits sucked by my mom felt this good, I could only imagine what was yet to come.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, “this is the best. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Very sure,” she said softly, unwilling to take her lips completely off of my nipple as she spoke. “I would have remembered doing something as incredible as this.” She continued working my tits gently with her mouth, switching from one to the other and back again at just the right time to provide the perfect balance of stimulation to each. This was the first of many advantages I’d discover about being with someone who had an intimate familiarity with the female body.

The desire was mounting inside me. I could feel it low in my tummy. I parted my legs, hoping this would be enough of a hint. Several more blissful minutes passed as she caressed my breasts and nipples with her nimble lips and tongue.

“Mom…” I said in a hushed tone. “Do you want to touch me…” I stopped myself. I was going to say “down there,” but I realized how silly and childish that would sound. “Do you want to touch my pussy?”

“Aren’t we the impatient one?” she teased and flicked her tongue over one of my aroused nipples.

“Maybe,” I conceded, “but I think you’re just stalling.”

She chuckled at that. “You might be right. This is all as new to me as it is to you. I don’t want to mess up your first experience.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you, Mom.”

She leaned back and looked down between my legs. “It’s just that I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“And neither do I. Isn’t the whole point of this that we figure it out together?”

“You’re right. No more stalling.” Her hand tentatively slid down from my chest to my belly. It lingered there for a few moments, maddeningly not going any lower.

“You like to touch your own pussy, don’t you, Mom?”

She smiled and nodded. “I do.”

I spread my legs wider, then took her wrist and moved her hand toward my crotch. “Maybe just try touching me the way you like to touch yourself.”

Her hand continued downward without my guidance. “Oh, my,” she gasped when her fingertips grazed my outer lips. “Oh, wow.” Her touch moved down along my slit then back up. “Oh, Emily.”

I didn’t want to laugh during such an intimate moment, but she was making it difficult.

“What is it, Mom?”

She looked up at me with an odd glimmer in her eye. “I’m touching another woman’s pussy.” She ran her fingers up and down again. “Not only that, but it’s my own daughter’s pussy. I can hardly believe this is really happening.”

“I’m glad it’s happening… and that it’s happening with me.”

“Just promise you won’t come to your senses one day down the road and hate me for this.”

“How about instead you promise to stop worrying and stick one of those fingers inside me!”

My mom’s finger moved down to my very wet opening. Her touch circled, hesitant to go further. I could feel her trembling as she was poised at the point of no return.

“It’s okay, Mom,” I whispered. “I want this. And I know you do, too. Go ahead… I want your fingers inside me.”

Her fingertip hovered at the threshold of my hole. For a few seconds I didn’t know if she was going to pull away or follow through. “I love you, Emily,” she said in a tone I’d never heard her use before, and then she inserted her finger into my cunt.

I writhed and struggled not to cry out as my mother gently penetrated me. This wasn’t a game anymore, it was real. There was a line that mothers and daughters should never cross with one another, but we had just crossed it. My mother’s finger pushed deeper inside me, deep into my cunt. I could almost feel the love and desire radiating from her. I wanted nothing more than for this to be the fulfillment of her years of unrequited desire. I hoped that my pussy was the answer to the question she’d been too afraid to ask all those years ago. There was no doubt in my mind that it was answering several questions that I had been asking myself during the past few months.

“Oh, fuck, Mom. Yes. Keep going.” These words passed my lips without my needed to think about it. I wanted this. I wanted more than this. More fingers, her whole fist, all of her inside me.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” my mom said, her voice heavy with arousal. Her finger moved inside me, exploring my inner walls, seeking the moist recesses only another woman knew existed. “This is incest.”

That word sent an electric pulse through me. I hadn’t thought of it in those terms, although I should have. Incest was a father forcing his daughter. Or a brother taking advantage of his sister. I never associated it with something consensual. But I realized it could be that, too. A sister seducing a brother. A niece welcoming an uncle. A mother fingering her willing daughter.

“If this is incest, then it’s what I want,” I said without thinking about it. “I can’t imagine anything more beautiful, Mom. Please, don’t stop.”

Her fingers continued to explore me. “This is so wrong,” she murmured as she took my nipple into her mouth once again. She sucked my breast and inserted a second finger into my pussy. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”

I grabbed her wrist, insuring that she couldn’t abandon me even if she wanted to.

“No one will ever know, Mom. It’s our secret.” I gripped her fingers as hard as I could with my inner muscles. “Can you feel that? I need this. I need it more than anything right now.”

“My head is spinning,” she admitted, her lips moving with feathery softness against my erect nipple. “I’ve fingered my cunt thousands of times, but it never felt like this.”

“Do you like it, Mom? Do you like fucking my pussy?”

She clamped my leg between hers, pressing her pussy against my thigh. “Yes. I do like it, Emily. I love it. I love fucking your pussy with my fingers. I want to make you come.”

Her words moved me to the verge of tears. I don’t know why. No guy ever made me feel this way. I had always liked what they were doing to me in a detached sort of way, but this was different. The two of us were connected in a way that I’d never been with anyone before. Her fingers were my fingers, and then so much more. Her body against mine was more a part of me than any other person I’d been with. I suddenly became aware of the reality that I may never be able to bond with any sexual partner the way that I was at that very moment. Instead of fear, I felt only contentment and pure serenity.

“Go ahead, Mom. Make me come. Finger my cunt and make me come.”

Her hand shifted slightly and began moving in a new way. Her middle and ring finger were inside me, her index and pinky finger extended along the creases of my outer labia. The heel of my mom’s hand pressed against my clit, which was as hard as it had ever been. She began to fuck me like that.

“Is this what you want?” she said, her voice sounding like a lecherous growl. “You want Mommy to fuck your horny little cunt?”

I wanted to forget that she was my mother, but the fact that she was only made what she was doing all the more erotic. “Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck my horny cunt, Mom! Do it!”

Her teeth bit into my nipple with just the right amount of pressure as she intensified the thrusts of her hand. I had always rejected the idea of rough sex, but the pain she inflicted caused an exquisite blossoming of sensation that infused my whole body. I released all my naïve preconceived notions about sex in that moment and gave myself over to her completely. This was a woman with enough experience to know the source of true pleasure, and she was sharing it with me… her daughter.

“There you go, honey. Don’t hold back.” She kissed my neck and throat without slowing her deft movements between my legs. “Let it come. Let Mommy make your pussy feel good.”

I realized I was making noises like I never had before. Not like I had with any boy, or even like when I was alone and had the whole house to myself. I was on a new plateau that I’d never reached before, and it was spectacular. I didn’t want to control myself. I didn’t want to hold back.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Mom! Make me come!”

That seemed to be the trigger that finally set me off. My whole world collapsed into a finite point centered within my cunt. With a sudden burst of life and light, it expanded outward in an explosion of joy and happiness. I was objectively aware that this was an orgasm, but it was unlike anything I’d experienced up to this point in my life. All other orgasms were pathetic imitations by comparison.

“Go ahead, baby! Let it go! Let it all out!” My mom’s words only enhanced what was already a pinnacle experience in my sexual journey. There was no way I’d ever be able to express to her how much this moment meant to me. Yes, I had an orgasm, but it was so much more. More than I could even quantify for myself at that moment.

“Ooooooooh, fuuuuuuuck!” I screamed, not caring where I was or who might hear. My whole body rocked, and convulsed, and spasmed like never before. I thought I’d given myself some pretty good climaxes in the past, but my mother showed me that there was a whole new realm of pleasure that I hadn’t even come close to tapping into. And that was just with her fingers. My mind shivered at what she might accomplish with her tongue.

Time passed without me being aware of it. My mother clutched me tight, her fingers held fast in my cunt, pressed against my elusive g-spot and maintaining the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. No man, I was certain, could ever achieve such an immaculate balance between pleasure and pain. I felt a love for her welling up within me like I’d never known before. She was no longer just my mother, but also my lover.

I could have stayed like that for hours, but I sensed a subtle change intruding on our embrace.

“My, God,” my mother whispered, her throat tight. “What am I doing?” She began to withdraw her fingers, but I quickly clapped my hands over hers and held her where she was.

“Not yet, please.” I could feel the tension in her body. “That was amazing, Mom.” I snuggled against her, keeping her from pulling away. “That was better than anything I’ve ever done with anyone.”

“But… I’m your mother,” she sounded like she wanted to cry. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of my own daughter.”

I kissed her shoulder, pressing her fingers tighter into me. “Yes, you’re my mother — we knew that going into this. And my guess is that’s why it was so good.” I lifted one of my hands and brushed my fingertips lightly over her nipple. “It didn’t seem to bother you at all when you were going crazy on my pussy a few minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight.” Her fingers moved inside me, not trying to escape but simply caressing me lovingly. “I had all these fantasies that I never should have had in the first place. Then when you came home, I somehow let it take me over. But now that it’s real…”

“Now that it’s real,” I picked up where she trailed off, “it’s more wonderful than I imagined. Don’t even try to deny you didn’t absolutely love what we just did together.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” she argued, her voice becoming softer as I teased my mom’s stiffening nipple and her fingers pushed deeper into me.

“I don’t care about that, and I don’t think you really do either or you wouldn’t have started all this in the first place.” I turned and found her breast with my mouth. The sound she made sent tingles up my spine. “Let me prove it.”

My hand slid up the inside of my mother’s thigh. I felt her press her legs together as I did.

“No…” she moaned, but there was no conviction behind it.

I worked my hand up until I was touching her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from her, and she was even wetter than I was.

She pushed against me. “Emily, please, this isn’t…” Her words failed as I slipped a finger inside her. She stopped pushing and let her legs open a little. “No…”

I’ve had the mantra of “no means no” drilled into my head since I was in middle school, but this no was unmistakably her surrendering to me and begging for more.

“Let me make you come, Mom.” I kissed and nuzzled her neck. “And then we’ll talk about what’s right, and what we really want.”

“But, I can’t… oooooh, fuck…” That came in response to my sucking her nipple harder, and pushing a second finger into her cunt. Yes, I actually had my fingers in my mother’s vagina. It was too much to process in the moment, so I just tried to focus on how incredible it was to touch a pussy that wasn’t my own. And it was, indeed, fucking incredible.

“Do you like that, Mom?” I asked in a light voice. Eyes closed, she turned her face away from me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” My fingers worked her gently. She bit her lower lip, unwilling to answer me. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to fuck your hot, wet pussy till you come. Is that what you want, Mom?”

Her hands gripped the bedcovers. “Yes! Please, don’t stop!” A long moan followed. “I can’t believe you’re touching me like this. I imagined it so many times, and now it’s really happening.” Her legs spread wider.

“It is happening, Mom.” We kissed, our tongues sliding sensuously against one another. “And it’s better than any of my fantasies.”

“You’re right, sweetheart.” Her inner muscles tightened, gripping my fingers hard. “I had no idea it could feel this good to do something so bad.”

“Are you going to come for me, Mom?”

“Yes…” She pushed my head down to her breasts and I once again latched on to one of her aroused nipples, sucking it as hard as I knew she wanted me to. “You’re going to be the first woman who ever made me come. My own daughter… fingering my cunt… to orgasm…”

I sucked and I fucked. My mom’s body twisted rhythmically beneath me, responding to my every move, tensing when I touched the right spot, shifting when I missed the mark. It was so easy to read her, to understand what she needed and how she needed it. There was an unspoken language between us. One that we’d unconsciously developed over two decades of our time as mother and daughter. The connection was more palpable than anything I could have with any other person. This was my mother. This was the woman who gave birth to me, who nourished me with her own body, who cried when I cried, and who only knew true happiness when I was happy. I loved her more than any one person could love another, and I understood that she felt the same in such a fundamental way that there was no need for fear, or embarrassment, or shame. We were one flesh, one mind, one soul in two bodies.

“I’m going to come,” my mother whimpered. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come.” She gripped me tight against her nakedness. I ran my tongue over her taut nipple in quick circles the way I would want it done to me. My fingers pressed up inside her, trying to reach the place I knew would please me the most. The heel of my hand pressed against the firmness of my mom’s engorged clitoris. I struggled to stimulate all the right areas, but at the same time I understood that the simple fact that it was me doing it would be enough to bring my mother to a place she never anticipated she would go.

“Come for me, Mom.” I half begged and half assured her it was okay. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make your pussy feel so fucking good. Does it feel good, Mom?”

“Yes! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! It feels so good. So fucking good…”

“You like what I’m doing to your cunt right now? You like how I’m fucking you with my fingers?”

“Fuck my cunt, baby! Just like that. Fuck my cuuuuunt! Aaaaaah!”

She finally gave in. I’d had my fingers inside my own pussy a million times as I’d made myself orgasm, but this was entirely different. It wasn’t me, it was my mother. I was the one making her scream. It was her pussy I was making come. I felt the power, and satisfaction, and relief well up and spill over. I’d done what I didn’t know I could do. I gave another woman an orgasm. The greatest gift one can give.

I worked her sopping wet pussy hole until the writhing changed from wanting to overwhelmed. She grabbed my arm and I let my fingers go still inside her. She relaxed. Smiled. Then laughed. It was the most beautiful sound she could have made at that moment. A long sigh followed, her eyes remaining closed, her face glowing with a blissful light.

“I can’t remember the last time I came like that.” She drew in a deep breath. “I think maybe I’ve never come like that before.” Her eyes opened and slowly focused on me. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

I rose up and brought my lips to hers. They were warmer and softer than before. They weren’t the lips of my mother, but those of my lover. Our bodies fit together like they were always meant to be this way. Our breasts, our soft middles, our legs pressing against the other’s in immaculate harmony. I’d never known safety and love like I had in that moment. For all the reasons this was supposed to be wrong, it was the most right I’d ever felt.

“I love you, Mom.”

“And I love you. More than anything in the world…”

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