Susan & Beth by fermpera

Susan & Beth

By Fermpera

It is said, if statistics are to be believed, that homosexuality is in between 15 and 18 % of the human population of the planet. Some surveys in America say that 75% of the people think that incest is acceptable. Of this percentage 28% says it is acceptable all time and 49% under certain circumstances. The surveys also establish that in a incestual relationships 33% of the male has had sex with the mother, and 49 % with sister. Of the female 3% claimed to have had relations with mother and 38% with the father. So, incest is not unusual and lesbian incest neither. This story is based on real facts.

1

Beth: A few weeks ago

My name is Beth and I am the child of a, now, late fifty something couple who live in a little town of an idyllic county near San Francisco, California. Sorry, I also have a married brother that right now is living in England far away in all aspects of our lives. Mother is a post grade Economist and works from home as a very respected tax consultant for several big corporations over the State, and my father Dr Mark Sandler is a Magister in Chemistry, and each month must go from two to three weeks to several out of state universities as a consultant professor. The story starts, as I was returning home by train after a prolonged absence anxious to be with my lover , and from time to time with the recollections of what had happened twenty years ago and the memories of some, I might say, family events, that occurred before then, some thirty years ago, and opened a new road in some of our lives. The journey was long that day, the train seats lumpy and uncomfortable, but that was not the reason why I was unable to concentrate on reading the book brought especially along to while away the time.

My thoughts lay elsewhere, with my lover to be precise, on how we would greet after a month apart. Anticipation of the meeting was building within me as was the ever present sexual desire for what I hoped and prayed would soon transpire.

The book I had tried to read lay open on my on my lap on top of a casual jacket and thankfully, both covered the movements of my hand which was roving around my groin area, gently teasing my clit through my panties to the motion of the train, not a very good idea really as I have never yet had a silent orgasm but I don’t think anyone noticed what I was doing, and even if they had I cared not a jot.

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I had been away on a training course so far from home as to make it impractical to return at weekends, but now the big day had arrived and we had arranged that my lover would be waiting expectantly for me at the train station, hot with the same desire as my own, I hoped.

We had talked on the ‘phone every evening of course, but that isn’t the same as actually being together; touching, kissing and making love whenever we are alone and the moment is right; though, since we had been apart we had indulged quite openly and noisily in ‘phone sex which we both agreed was the next best thing. We used the word “Fuck “ many times during our sexy ‘phone calls together with a liberal smattering of “Cunt, whore, slut, etc”, and talking dirty somehow brought us together more over those hundreds of miles. Strangely though, when we are together we use dirty talk or feel the need to, only on very special moments.

I remember vividly the time I brought myself to a climax with the handset, my lover listening to the squishy wet noises it made as it moved up and down inside my body, and my simultaneous screams of pain and delight being muffled so many miles away. Just what possessed me to do that? Well, perhaps cause I was lonely in a strange town, missing my lover and thought anything I could do to excite that most precious person would keep the physical side of our relationship burning. As things transpired I needn’t have worried and needn’t have done it, but it does beg the question; how many other girls have had physical relations with a mobile phone? Answers on a postcard please!

I waited in my flat impatiently for the calls and when the phone rang at precisely 9 pm every evening I instinctively knew it was my lover, and knew we would start to make phone love, slowly but passionately and build up gradually, sexily until we both had noisy screaming orgasms, me with my panties still on, sodden by now with vaginal secretions and the little pee which almost always escaped me when I came alone, dribbling down my thighs, and which I never attempted to stop. My lover thought this to be an endearing little trait but it was often quite a source of embarrassment to me.
To look at my lover or myself for that matter, nobody could imagine that we could talk so dirty, that such filth between two lovers was possible, but we did, and it was wonderful. But now the train was entering the station and I stared impatiently though the window to see if my love was waiting. She was! Heart racing, I grabbed my bags and rushed down the steps into her arms.

“Mmmmmm, I have missed you, my darling, Oh how much do I love you my dear, dear Beth.” said Susan.

My tongue was down her throat in a jiffy and my reply was inaudible, but I think she understood how I felt, and by the looks we received from other passengers it was obvious they also understood. I would have danced naked over red hot coals to see my lady, so the few funny looks we received bounced off me like drizzle from an umbrella.

“I have missed you too, Susie darling,” I cooed, “I’ve been dreaming about this moment for weeks!” and indeed I had.

Susie as I call her since the time our loving started, was and is a stunner in any language and by anyone’s standard: tall, slim and brunette with slightly larger than boyish breasts that would never droop with age. She was 37 then but she looked at most to be 25 and could easily have passed for my slightly older sister. But she isn’t my sister, she is my lover.

At that time I was 19, and though I shouldn’t say this, quite attractive from what others said. I too am tall and slim, and have a similar figure to Susie’s. That’s great because everything fits where it should when we make love, and that is often. My breasts are small too but for me this is an advantage rather than not. Nature made me tall and slim and I do my best to keep things that way by regular training with Susie at our local gym.

Susie drove us to her home in a peacefully quiet part of the town where she lived with her husband who, though I love him to bits, was mercifully away on teaching business for a week or so, unknowingly giving us the time and space to be alone. Susie only found she was bisexual when we began our affair, our very deep and private love affair. She has no love or sexual desire for any other woman but me, and I reciprocate that. We are totally and completely IN LOVE, but she is married and neither of us would wish to hurt her husband in any way by breaking up the marriage.

As she drove, my hand wandered, wandered, wandered, until it reached that warm, moist and well trimmed place that we ladies (and most men) regard as our Holy of Holies. She must have been expecting me to do just this because she wore no panties.

She moaned as my fingertips brushed her pubic hair. She moaned and steered though half closed eyes as I sought entry to her cavern of love as she drove on. Her thighs were hot and quivered at my touch but she was far hotter in between them.

“Best not, not now, Beth darling,” she said though clenched teeth, “any more of this and we’ll crash!”

Such was my desire for her that day that I hadn’t taken the traffic, light as it was, into account. Slowly and teasingly I withdrew my hand ensuring those fingernails raked her thigh, making her shudder with delight.

I sniffed my naughty fingers and inhaled her tantalising scent. Her sexual aroma was unique and I would have picked it out blindfold from a hundred others, a blend of pure, mature woman and open sexual desire. It was a scent I remembered so well and loved so much, a scent to be savoured, a scent for special occasions, a scent to be worn with pride and a scent born out of love.

“Mmmmmm,” I murmured half to myself, “I love you Susie….can’t wait to get….”

But at that point Susie was pulling into the driveway, and with a quick flick of her wrist turned the engine off. We gazed at each other from only inches away and for the first time in a month experienced a frenzied bout of kissing and feeling each other’s bodies.

“Let’s go inside,” she said, “before we get too carried away and someone sees us.”

Hardly likely, I thought, just as the nearest house was at least 100 metres away.
We unloaded my bags and lugged them through the door, dropping them on the floor and slamming the door shut as we frantically tore at each other’s clothing. Some of it came off there and then, other bits and pieces lay in a trail which marked our passage upstairs to the main bedroom, a top here, a skirt there, my panties on the top step.
“I need a shower after a journey like that, ” I said as I never relish anyone having to eat me out if I’m not completely fresh.

“We can shower together darling,” came the reply from Susie, “just like we used….. to do, remember?”

Did I remember ? My God yes! Some of our more adventurous scenes were played out in or near to the shower. I couldn’t wait!

Needing a wee but needing my lover even more I took Susie by the hand and we entered the shower, we soaped each other under the dreamily warm jets and it was immediately obvious to me that Susie wanted me at least as much as I did her. Lots.

She came first from my ministrations with both soap and high powered water jet, she came with an intensity I have rarely seen before, her whole body rigid and trembling in a long, long, double orgasm, which left her slumped against my body, sliding gently to her knees as it subsided.

She shuddered and moaned in that position for a while, her hands clutching the globes of my bum, head down as the water still cascaded over us both.

“Glad to see me then Susie?” I ventured.

If I thought she was sated by that first long orgasm I was wrong, thankfully, so very wrong. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and never was this more true than that day.

She nodded and muttered her love for me, raising her head at the same time. I think it was then we both realised that her face was only inches from my own sex. She moved hesitantly towards the hottest part of my body and I desperately wanted her to inhale my now clean aroma, to drink deep of my well, to eat the Ambrosia of love that was brimming out of me and was for her alone.

Turning off one jet so that it didn’t spray in Susie’s face I turned on another which played down her suntanned and perfectly proportioned back. The water ran smoothly down her body and formed a little river through the parting of her globes, a place where I hoped my tongue would soon play like the water before me.

Susie had by now recovered her senses and was nuzzling my sex with her nose, driving me insane with her tongue, flicking it in and around those hot, wet lips. I may say that my vagina lips were wet, extremely wet, and not just from the shower alone! I oozed love from that place and my lover was quick to take advantage of the aromatic stream of my womanhood.

She licked, she drank and she teased until the delightfully ecstatic building up of sexual excitement pain took me past the point of no return and my orgasm exploded in her face, drenching her with sticky love juice, and I’m ashamed to say, a little drop of my wee as her tongue took me to heaven on a fluffy white cloud which was more than my poor distended bladder could stand.

She rose and we kissed. I smelled my smell on her and tasted my own love juice, licking her face like a cat will lick a kitten, loving it, savouring the sexual electricity that emanated from us both.

We washed properly then, chatting like two schoolgirls as we did so. We dried each other, which led to another orgasm each, and then we went to bed on that still sunny afternoon in May.

Susie had obviously planned the moment as she had placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, anticipating where we would shortly be after we arrived at her house.

I poured for us both, took a drink and then a second which I held in my mouth and dribbled into Susie’s slightly open sex. I raised her thighs then and sucked out the bubbly mixture of champagne and her thicker, sexy, highly charged love potion. Whilst the alcohol content may have been low that drink was by far the most potent of any I have ever tasted. We were both in Heaven and knew it.
We talked for a while, kissing and fondling as lovers do until I suggested that she may like a massage.

Oh yes! What a suggestion! I saw in her eyes that a naked massage from her younger lover was exactly what she wanted after all this time apart, and turning her onto her tummy I sat on the globes of her bum and began to massage her neck and shoulders. Naked massaging is a wonderful thing, and even more so when one knows it will end in mind blowing sex with someone who must certainly be one of the most beautiful creatures on the planet.

I look upon these massages as my both, giving and receiving pleasure at the same time, always making sure that when I moved the movement was blissful to me just as the tender touching was to my partner, and so it was on this occasion.

When working my way down her body I had to continually move position and noticed as I did so that I was leaving a scented trail of secretion on her skin, so when my fingers finally reached her globes I was able to bend down and lick it off.

It must have been the touch of a slightly raspy tongue on her globes, or maybe the fact that by now my fingers were entering her pussy from the rear, but I heard her gasp and she parted her gorgeous thighs still further to afford me better access to whichever entrance I wished to invade. Invade? Possible that is too strong a word, maybe excite, titillate or play with even, but Susie made it plain that either or both of her private places was completely available to me.

I took advantage of her offer and chose to enter both. Not at first, because those naughty fingers of mine were exploring her very wet vagina, but after a few minutes of this mutual heaven I raised her thighs one by one until that lovely bum was pointing invitingly upwards.

This was something I had determined to do today, and seeing her like that gave me no option but to spread her globes further apart.

“Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm,” from Susie as she realised what my intention was,” Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, oh my God, yessssssssssss darling,” as my tongue played around that delicate, sensitive skin, slightly darker than the rest of her body and which had its own highly charged erogenous zone.

Her hands reached behind her and did the work for me, spreading her own buttocks and revealing her dark, puckered anal entrance. My whole body trembled with emotion and excitement when I gazed down at her and her succulent anus, taking in at a long glance the creamy texture of her skin, the roundness of her parted cheeks and the glorious invitation which lay deep between them.

My tongue reached in tentatively and tasted her. She jumped at its touch and murmured something inaudible but which I took to be a sign that she liked what I had done.

My body felt like jelly just then as my tongue took on a life of its own and entered her from the rear. Fingers still moving inside her pussy, tongue now inside her beautiful ass hole, and the combination of the two was enough to drive her over the edge and into oblivion again. Lucky Susie I thought, but I knew that very soon she would be returning the favour with as much if not more energy and ingenuity as I had expended on her.

Lying completely prone now with her face to one side so she could breathe I heard my lover whisper,

“My darling Beth, that was so wonderful. I love you so very, very much.”

“I love you too my darling,” was my only reply before we began to play again. More words were unnecessary, this was not a time to talk.

She turned over then, fully exposing her fount of love for my inspection, and rarely have I seen such a wonderful sight. Her pubes were trim, jet black like my own, wet and matted with her womanly secretions. Her inner lips of darkling pinkness glistened temptingly and she must have sensed my next move which was to bury my face in her and eat her completely.

“No darling,” she breathed quietly, “come to me,” and she indicated that I should straddle her body so that she could play with me as I played with her.

She lay underneath me then as I knelt above her facing down upon her toned belly, the cleft of her sex more and more visible as my hungry mouth lowered down to it in the 69 position.

I fully expected Susie to adjust my lower body onto her face so she could tongue me as I had done her, and as I was about to do again. She, however, had other ideas and her dextrous fingers lightly scraped my inner thighs making me jerk and spasm with ecstasy.

Knowing well each other by now, I guess our feminine intuition comes into play as we instinctively know what turns the other on, and more to the point we both know where and how to touch or lick, and precisely when to do it.

She knew exactly where to lightly touch me, to make me quiver with excitement, and in the doing she made me secrete more and more, which had I been in another position would have merely leaked onto my thighs, but which she told me later had dripped now and then onto her upturned face.

Fingers entered my vaginal opening made easy by the lubrication there. One finger, two and then a third pleasured me as her thumb massaged my engorged clit.

I felt another insertion then and realised that Susie was using both hands, I had never experienced four fingers in there before and was amazed that I was able to expand so much and so quickly to accommodate them all. And then, just having become used to the tightness of it all, the pressure eased somewhat as she removed the last finger she had inserted and a second later I felt it tickling on and around my darkest place. I felt a slight push and gasped. Susie had entered my anus with that well lubricated finger! Another push took it to my sphincter where it played and toyed around, then a final thrust, gentle but firm took it past that point into the deepest recess I had.

“Could Heaven ever be this divine?” I asked myself as my lover revolved that digit deep inside me. In and out, round and round she turned it, driving me mad with desire. I wanted this to last forever but Susie had other ideas and after a few minutes of blissful anal penetration she withdrew completely from there and from my vagina also.

Strong firm hands grasped the orbs of my bum as she drew me down to her face, licking and sucking the overflowing moisture from around that special place, her tongue now inside, then out and teasing the sensitive area around my anal passage before deciding to settle and concentrate on my clit.

I dove for hers as soon as her tongue touched mine, taking her clit into my mouth and hearing her pleasure filled moan, nose buried deep inside her wet vagina, tongue mercilessly working on her clit. She was doing the same to me with a passion, grinding her mouth into me and sucking, that wonderful sucking which brought me to a crescendo very soon

At the same time I sensed Susie’s own climax as her body tensed and the lips of her sex opened still further by themselves. Her clit took on a life of its own as she pushed and bucked with a strength belying her slim frame.

We both climaxed together just seconds later – it seemed to go on forever, ever, rolling, climbing, both finally zooming up unstoppably to that fluffy white cloud of ecstasy before the gentle swaying falling motion, much like a leaf dropping gently from a tree.

We rolled apart and I turned my cum covered face to my lover, crawled up to her and we kissed. Kissed and licked and tongued each other’s juices from our faces, kissed and licked until our tongues were sore at their bases.

” Oh dear, how much do I love you, Susie ” I whispered in her ear.

“I too love you very much my darling ,I’ m completely and insanely in love with you.” replied my MOTHER with true feeling.

2
Susan: some thirty years ago.

I was young when I got pregnant with Beth. Mark and I were both only 17 and, as we were in college, things were like a nightmare. It was 1975 and we were already in hot water with our parents for being followers of the dying “free love” ideology. But we were far from hippies and neither of us had ever experienced any of this “free love” until the time he and I went too far and wound up with a baby.

Gratefully, Mark was a brilliant student and swept through college and UCLA without delay and got a job as a chemist with a blossoming firm that was just starting out in San Francisco; meanwhile I left college to give birth, had Beth and, after, I went to campus to get my grade and post grade in Economy. By the time my daughter was nine we had good employment , two cars and a three bedroom duplex and hadn’t suffered in our marriage in the least to get it. We weren’t much for hippy concepts by then. We were very suburban; for a time I was a girl guide leader and Mark coached a local little league team. So when our son came along it was with no uncertainty that we knew we had stumbled into middle class security, going up, and we didn’t talk anymore about those early days and our “experimentation”.

Frankly…not much else other than work and devotion appealed to me by that point and suburbia wasn’t so bad after all. Beth used to eat breakfast with me and her dad before he left for work and Beth left for school. At that time as her father, Mark, walked out the door each morning, I would always hand him a lunch and give him a kiss. One particular day when Beth was 7 years old, she was running late for breakfast, and was hurrying down from her room. Later she told me she paused in the doorway as she returned to the kitchen – and she saw her father and me kissing, but not like usual. Since she had been out of the room we were being a little more affectionate. This was a longer kiss and to Beth it looked like their mouths were open.

As Mark was pulling away to leave, he traced his hands down my shoulders, lightly caressing my breasts over the shirt all the way from chest to nipple in one fairly quick motion. “Well! And you have a nice day too!” I said him, smiling as he winked and walked out the door. I turned and saw Beth standing in the kitchen, watching me intently. I was a little flushed from the kiss and quick fondle, so I said,

“Hi honey, is… something wrong?”

“No, no,” said Beth, and sat back down at the table to finish eating. A few minutes later, out of nowhere, Beth asked,

“Mom, what did Dad do to you right when he left?”

I didn’t know quite what to answer, but Beth was still young and I knew I could get away with making up a story.

“Well, honey, it’s a little game people who are in love play when they say goodbye, and no one’s looking.”

“Why do they do it?”

“Well, uh… because it feels good. Because Mommy likes it.” I said.

Beth, was apparently satisfied with the answer, and went back to her breakfast. When she was done she gathered up her things and went to the door to leave for school. “Don’t forget to give Mommy a kiss,” said I getting up to say goodbye. I gave Beth a hug and a kiss. But as she went to let go, Beth traced her hands lightly and quickly down my breasts, the same way her father had done.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re not supposed to do that!” I said.

“Why not Mommy, we’re in love, right?” Beth asked.

“I… well not like… I’m…” and couldn’t think of words to say to my daughter. I cursed myself for making up a story. Figuring Beth would forget about the whole thing shortly, I just said, “Yes, we are. Have a good day at school.”

“Bye Mommy” said Beth.

“Bye ,baby” I answered, closing the door. “That was really stupid,” I thought. “Why did I tell her it was a game? Well I’m sure she’ll forget about it anyway.” I just figured my daughter was only curious about how men and women interacted.

As I walked up to my bathroom to get ready for my day, I looked at myself in the mirror. Twenty-five years old, and still pretty cute. Five foot eight, slim, brunette hair; I’d put on a little weight since having Beth, but all In all, I still felt attractive; my breasts were still the feature I was most proud of, hard, firm, little bigger than a boys, perky and with very prominent nipples as when Beth was born, and had stayed that way since. I wondered if maybe Beth had a curiosity about her mother’s or her own lack of breasts that may have precipitated this morning’s encounter. Whatever hopes Susan had that Beth would forget about their “game” were dashed in the subsequent days. More often than not, as Beth was heading off for school she would give me a quick kiss and trace her hands down my breasts. This put me in an awkward situation. I did not feel “sinful” or “evil”; I knew this was just a game to my daughter. But I also knew it wasn’t right and that eventually someone may see and not understand. So I came up with a plan to end it, without hurting my daughter’s feelings.

From now on, when Beth left for school in the morning, I stayed sitting at the kitchen table. I would still call my daughter over and give her a good-bye kiss, but I being seated, she would not be in a position to play “the game.” Beth never said anything about this change or made any objections. I thought for sure she was done with this small problem, until one evening when I was getting ready to go out with my husband. He was out picking up the babysitter, and Beth was in my bathroom watching me put on my make-up. One of Beth’s favourite things was to get a kiss from me before I went out so that the lipstick would be on her own lips too. I was aware of this so I didn’t make any objections when my daughter asked me for a kiss. “The game” wasn’t even on my mind until after the quick kiss when Beth’s hands once again traced their way down my breasts. I, although frustrated, didn’t say anything. I figured this was one “relapse” and that this particular situation didn’t present itself often enough to make a scene over it. But Beth enjoyed the game.

I knew Beth thought the world of me as her mother and tried to be like me in every way. So it made her feel good that they could play this game that she believed I liked, and she was letting me know how much she loved me. It never occurred to Beth that the feeling and touching could have been considered wrong. So it came to pass that I never corrected or scolded Beth for playing our game. And over the next few years, although it didn’t happen frequently, I didn’t even mind it anymore. Beth never did it when anyone else was around, and it was never worth it to me to upset my daughter when we had such an otherwise enviable relationship. After all, Beth always listened to me and never caused us any trouble. It wasn’t until Beth turned 12 and she was still playing the “game” that I started thinking it was becoming too unnatural. After all, when I was in 7th grade like Beth I had kissed a boy for the first time.

It wasn’t with tongue, mind you, but at least I knew that I liked boys and they gave me a feeling that girls didn’t. Any original thoughts about that it was a phase with Beth were quickly diminishing. I was pondering whether or not I should have a definitive talk with Beth about stopping it. But In October of that year, Beth went to a boys-girls Halloween party. I didn’t know if Beth had a boyfriend or not, although I was hoping that she did. Funny how my whole life I had thought how I would dread my daughter dating, but now I was actually rooting for it. Since it wasn’t a sleepover, and Mark was away on business, I stayed up and waited for Beth to come home as her father was in a fishing trip with friends. It was 11:45 when Beth walked through the door.

“So how did it go?” I asked. “Fine, mom,” said Beth. She looked a little tired, and a little… something else, something that I, her mother couldn’t pinpoint.
“Did the boys show up?”.

“Yes, and we all watched the Exorcist. It was so scary. I think Brian Daley knew I was scared because he came over and held my hand.”

I was ecstatic at this piece of information. “Really! Do you like him?” I asked. “Is he nice?”

“He’s very nice, Mom,” Beth replied, smiling shyly, “I think he might ask me out.”

“That’s great! Your first boyfriend!”

“Aw mom! Be quiet! He’s not my boyfriend. Besides, I don’t know if he’ll really do it.”

“I’m sure he will. Boys don’t hold your hand for no reason.” I said, and looked at my watch. “Now it’s late. You should go get ready for bed.”

“O.K., mom,” Beth said, giving me a hug and kiss and running upstairs. “Good night.”

“Good night,” I answered, and smiled to myself. Beth hadn’t played “the game”! I had assumed correctly that the presence of boys in Beth’s life had brought an end to it. I went up to get myself ready for bed, and for the first time realized that I felt a tiny bit sad and a little disappointed that our little mother/daughter bonding game was over. I disrobed, slipped into my satin sleeping top and bottom, and got into my lonely bed. Before I had even fallen asleep, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “What’s wrong, Beth,” I asked.

“I can’t sleep mom. I keep thinking about that movie.”

“Well, O.K baby.,”, “what can I do for you? Do you want me to heat you up some milk or something?”

“Can I just sleep in here tonight? I wanted to talk to you about something anyway.”

“Sure, baby,” I said, moving some of the blankets off the other side of the bed.

“What is it?”

Beth crawled into the bed. “I was just thinking, mom, that um, maybe we should… stop doing, you know, the kiss game. I think it should probably just be for you and Dad. You’re not mad are you?” I was touched; my thoughts were both confirmed and articulated. “Oh, no precious. I think it’s good that we stop a game now. You’re at that point of your life,” I said, and kissed my daughter on the forehead.

“Thanks, mom.” Beth said. We lay there for a few minutes not saying anything before Beth said, “Maybe we should, um, do it one last time so we can remember what it’s like.” I had no objections; in fact I thought it was kind of sweet that my daughter was going to miss our bonding game, because I surely was. So I turned towards my daughter and kissed her on the lips, a mother to daughter kiss, and waited for Beth to do her thing. Beth knelt up in the bed and placed her hands on my shoulders. Except rather than a quick tracing of the breasts, Beth’s hands moved slowly down to my nipples, then back up the breast and down again. Surprised, I looked at my daughters face and noticed something amiss.

“What’s wrong, Beth?” Beth, whose breasts had not developed yet, said, “Mom, are mine going to be like yours?”

Oh, sweetie, I’m sure they are. You’re still a little young to have them. But someday you will.”

“I want them to be like yours. They are so pretty and hard,” said Beth.
“Well thank you, my dear” I said her.

“Can I see them?” I hesitated briefly, wanting to make the right decision. “O.K.,” I said, and lifted up my satin sleep-top. Beth was awed. She had seen the developing girls her age in the showers at the pool, and she had seen naked breasts on television before, but—she told me later– mine were the most beautiful, perfect pair she had ever seen. I watched as Beth studied my breasts for almost a minute. Then, without permission but not thinking it was wrong, Beth put her hands on my breasts and began to rub them, caress them and feel their weight. I lifted my head up immediately and said “Oh, Bethy I don’t know…if ” But Beth kept up the massage and even rubbed my nipples between her index finger and thumb, causing me to mumble, “oh, my god” and

lay my head back down. Beth was fascinated with this new feeling. My breasts were cool, soft and heavy nippled. My skin was very smooth and Beth ran her fingers, palms and the backs of her hands all over them. She alternated holding each breast with both hands and she pushed my breasts up from underneath, and studied how hard she could squeeze them and how much they wobbled when she let go. Then she focused her attention and fingers back on the nipples – and I emitted an audible “unh.”

“This is where baby’s get milk from, right Mom?” asked Beth.

“Uh, yes honey it is but you shouldn’t…”

I found myself cut off as Beth lowered her mouth onto my nipple and sucked it in. Beth used her right hand to tilt the breast in the direction of her mouth and her left to continue massaging the other breast. After about a minute, she switched breasts. When she was finished, she sat up and said,

“Did you like that, Mom?”

I had in fact enjoyed that encounter, but was equally mixed with shock, embarrassment and fear. I enjoyed the closeness with my daughter and it had felt good, very good, but I feared there was more to it than that.

“I… did like it honey, but it’s not something we’re supposed to do, you know, I think that…”

I didn’t know what to say after that -and as I was searching for the words Beth said,

“I know mom. It was the last time, remember?” I was, relieved that it was over, and said,

“You’re right.” Let’s go to sleep.”

“Um, mom?”

“Yes Beth?”

“Do you think you could do that to me? Just one time? So I know what it’s like?”

Now my head was spinning. I knew the right answer was to say no and stop this whole thing now, but it was as if I had given free license to do this by framing the whole “new boyfriend, end of game” thing in her mind. I couldn’t believe I was saying this:

“O.K. baby but we’re going to sleep after it’s done.”

Beth slid back down onto her back and I leaned over and lifted up my daughter’s nightshirt. I propped myself up with my left arm and placed the right hand where Beth’s left breast would eventually grow, moving it in massaging circles, and I lowered my mouth to my daughter’s nipple, thinking “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this is so wrong.”

Beth was expecting me to just suck on her tiny nipple the way she had just done to me, like a baby does. But to her great and unexpected pleasure, her mother’s full lips parted and my large, sandpapery tongue emerged, flicking and licking Beth’s nipple. It felt wonderful to me — tingly! Then I sucked the nipple in and rolled it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. In sheer enjoyment, Beth began to rapidly sigh. I knew she had not expected this! I moved my mouth over to the other nipple and performed similar oral ministrations on it. I then made long tongue strokes over each nipple (all the while Beth watching excitedly as saliva from her mom’s mouth dripped onto her chest and I washed it into Beth’s nipples). Beth loved the way my tongue felt so coarse that it tickled the ends of her nipples. I finished by rapidly flicking between alternating nipples, and giving each one a long, firm suck. Then, kissing my daughter on the head, I asked her “Good enough?”

“Wow” was all Beth could say, still breathing heavily.

“Glad you liked it, sweetie. Now let’s go to sleep for real.”

Which we both did, but not before each of us realized that this had somehow turned from something clinical and innocent into something more erotic and depraved that had us both got rather aroused.…. The next morning neither said anything about what happened the night before. While I was making breakfast and Beth was in the shower we both reflected on the incident. From my daughter perspective, last night was special but something at that moment she didn’t want to do again. Beth had thought I had a beautiful body and was very curious about it. Over the years she had grown comfortable touching me but now she knew that touching like that wasn’t appropriate. She had wanted her mother to suck her nipples just to see how it felt, but what I had done instead, made her feel funny , very funny inside her, and better, much better than holding Brian Daley’s hand. She was hoping this wouldn’t make things weird with her mom, and vowed that she would never play “the game” or do anything like that again. I felt no remorse whatsoever since I too was certain that last night would be the one and only time that something like would ever happen. In a way it made me feel good that my daughter admired my breasts and gave me so much attention.

At 30 I still had friends who were single and in very good shape. And I felt like I wasn’t fun anymore, that I wasn’t attractive and that I was getting heavier every month. With Mack we had a fairly good sex life still, but he didn’t pay the same attention to me that he used to; I blamed this on my increasing of weight. I also anticipated feeling horrible about what I did in return to Beth last night, but those feelings never came. If anything I felt rather sly about it since I knew my daughter enjoyed it and it didn’t mean anything. Neither of us, mother nor daughter ever spoke about the incident, but it wasn’t necessary. It never had an adverse effect on our relationship, and apparently Beth’s interests turned to boys from that point on. We remained so very close; there was never a taboo subject for discussion. Beth always took time to hang out with me, whether it was shopping or concerts in the park or going to the movies. And I watched my daughter grow into a beautiful, confident young woman. True to her mother’s word, Beth’s breasts blossomed to a lovely 32C. So Beth graduated from high school and enrolled in the University of North California, all without ever playing “the game” with me again. During finals week of her first year at UNC I give her a call from home to talk about her plans for the summer. Beth said that she was planning living at home (if that was all right with us) and trying to get a summer job in the area as a lifeguard or in the library .

3

Susan: some twenty one years ago

Beth was not your average girl. She somehow seemed to have inherited that subtle hippy mindset underneath her bubbly exterior. ¡Save the Whales¡ ,and ¡Save the ozone¡. MOM!! Don’t you know that’s animal flesh? Two months later she was eating cheeseburgers again. We tried not to smother her radical ideas as they came and went and as we hoped she — like us — would just sort of smooth into the texture of responsibility. And so when she stopped wearing gaudy make up and started looking cute again.…..starting getting grades for the first time since grade 6 we were relieved. She graduated top of her high school class and was accepted to UCLA with a partial scholarship. Paying her tuition and room & board was going to be a little tight with a growing boy in the house….but we knew it was worthwhile. Every time she visited from university she seemed different. In all her life she’d never had short hair but she finally got it cut short and curly and her dark hair set off the blue contacts she wore.

“I just wear them sometimes…..don’t you wish sometimes you had blue eyes?” she asked all dimples.

Sigh..….yes I suppose there were many times I had. “But your hair! It’s as short as a……”

“Boy’s?… Mom… that’s the way I like it.”

“What do your friends think?”,

“Oh… I don’t care too much what they think… I know my best friend likes it. She says it makes me very attractive.”

“Attractive? Attractive To whom?… ….I’m sorry Beth… …I didn’t’ mean anything by that remark…”

She had certainly grown into an attractive young woman.….not any taller than five foot eight but she’d inherited my figure and took great care of it. She was very nicely filled out now.

At the end of her second year before exams she came home homesick and studied in her old room. It was sort of nice to have her home but in all honesty the more she was around the more I noticed how she was her own person and I couldn’t mother her any longer. It struck me shortly after that while she would always be my daughter she was now a woman and I start wondering what her sex life was like. Did she have a boyfriend? She didn’t talk about it; if she did. Was she “doing it?” OH GOD! I hoped she wasn’t….I hoped she was staying a virgin forever. So when she next came home from school I found myself unable to keep from asking.

“Are you dating anyone,” I inquired as we peeled potatoes at the kitchen sink. She smiled and looked around for her father. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I asked. “Are you going to make me pry?”

“But you do it so well,” she giggled.

“I mean…I’ve been thinking….worried actually…are you…sexually active…?”

She smiled chopping the potato into pieces and taking the one from my hand.

“Well…depends….”

“On what?” I asked confused. “You either are or aren’t.”

Beth looked around again for her father. “Well…I mean I’ve had my boyfriends…nothing serious…but…”

“But? But? ….now you are driving me crazy.”

“But I do it so well,” she giggled.

I kept peeling thinking I would just wait until she made my worst thoughts come to life. “Well…I am seeing someone…” she said mysteriously.….but not in the way you might think.….its a different kind of person…”

“Oh God.….he’s not married is he?” I gasped.

She giggled. “Cold mom…..very cold.”

“Older? A teacher?” my eyes widened.

“Still cold,” she smiled.

“Is he black.….you know.…. I mean we don’t care about that…..it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“ICY,” she leaned back against the countertop. God, she was pretty. Her breasts jutted out nicely in her T-Shirt.

I give up……Uncle! ……who is he?”

She looked once more for Mark. “Well Mom…..he…..is a she.”

I dropped the potato and it thudded on the aluminium sink. “A girl?” I whispered. God. the idea almost seemed silly…..Beth with……some……girl?……”You’re gay?” I gasped putting my hand to my mouth.

She shook her head “No…..no…..I’m not gay…..calm down please. Shit, Mom…..there was no way to tell you….. and I didn’t plan to.….but you asked about my sex life.…. sorry.”

I sat down at the table. “How can you not be gay…..and be…..”

“It’s not like that,” she smiled as she took a chair. “We’re not like in love or anything. I consider myself quite heterosexual…..I just…..I don’t know…..wanted to…..experiment.….you know. I mean, it just happened. And I liked it….. well I still like it.…. I mean….. it’s just really something you wouldn’t understand unless you ever did it. Mom? Haven’t you…..I mean, didn’t you……back in the seventies….. all that free love….”

I shook my head. “Well,” I looked around. “I suppose it had come up…..but we weren’t really hippies…..and things were dying out by then.….I mean…”

“Well…..its just a thing…..you know…..she’s really pretty….. God is she pretty.…. and we get along. We just want to try stuff out…..GOD!” she blushed. “This is more embarrassing than I thought it would be.

“I mean……” I stammered. “have you two…..you know… “

She just looked at me.

“GOD!” I smiled and blushed. “You have!!!” I was full of panic and nervousness and wished I’d never brought up the subject. I whispered to her. “GOD! Don’t tell your dad…..he’ll just keel over I promise you!”

My mind started thinking about…..imagining it…..GOD! It was terribly arousing. And frightening at the same time. And I was a little jealous. NOT MY Beth!!! Having sex with another girl!!!

“What does she looks like?” I asked, breathing quite heavily.

Beth pulled a small coin pouch from her jeans and pulled a photo from it. “Uhm..,,,. her name’s Nikki…she’s first year too.…. Mom, it’s not like we love one another that way or anything…”,

The picture shook in my fingers and I was still giggling and shaking my head. The girl was wearing a very tiny bikini. She was adorable. She even looked a bit like she could be Beth’s sister, if she had one.

“I probably shouldn’t say this….. but….. she’s pretty. I mean, for a girl that is.” God, I was nervous about this. What was stranger is that I found myself looking at this young girl’s breasts. Beth was right! What a figure. Had Beth touched her there? My eyes went down to her bikini.…. No! I couldn’t think that. My baby didn’t!

“I’m glad you like her too..…. I mean, I’m glad you think she’s pretty too. She’s beautiful, actually. Mom.…. I’m glad you’re taking this so well,” Beth said.

I giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh…you know.…..just being old like me…..and well…..you know we never thought about gay… ..not-gay.… and here you are.….God! Beth do you really do it with her? I realized what I said. “I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s so….. so…..”.

“Fascinating?” Beth answered, smiling at me.

“Well,” I paused. “yeah…..I guess it is. You know when we were young.…..that was so.….unspeakable…..but you know…..I had my thoughts…..I wasn’t a total square…..but there’s a big jump from that to this!” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “God….now I can’t stop thinking about it…..” I giggled. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

“Sorry…..I didn’t mean to spoil your imagination.”

“Well…..let’s just try to keep this under our hats and you let me know how things come along…..I mean…. sorry…I meant…..” I giggled.

“I know what you mean Mom,” Beth smiled to me.

And she opened her arms to hug me. The hug just wasn’t the same now. Not with these images in my head. I hugged her and felt something sexual in the core of my body…..I felt her breasts against me…..her body against mine…… “Let’s finish the potatoes,” I said, quickly moving away and back to the counter.

Beth came home for the summer and brought home what I most feared , no, not a “girlfriend”…..but her…… sexuality. I had spent the four weeks leading up to her return trying desperately to get the image of her and Nikki out of my mind..…and not having much success. Picturing that beautiful girl in the bikini… .with my Beth. Part of me was disgusted…..part of me was fascinated…another part frightened… another part… aroused, and another part very, very jealous. So when she took into her old room and got a job at the library nearby I dreaded the whole thought of being around and alone with her while all I could think about her was….that. But my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to ask so many questions..… filthy questions. I could hardly bring myself to ask them aloud to myself, let alone to my daughter. As fate would have it.…she seemed to sense this after a few weeks, and the first chance we got that Mark and her brother were gone to a ballgame, she brought it up. I had been finishing off the linens when she sat on the bed in our bedroom (her father and mine) and boldly said, “You seem more…..I don’t know.. …more distant around me….is it because of the thing with Nikki?”

“Well, honey…..” I started.

“Don’t worry… ..That’s over Mom….I mean we’re friends, Nikki and I, but…..I mean…..we aren’t doing anything right now.”

I was relieved to hear it…..and strangely…..a bit startled.…. and then, a bit disappointed.

“Well…honestly…I didn’t have a real problem with it. Actually if I had a problem, it was my own imagination… it was that I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I mean you’re my daughter but it just…..you know….. even so I couldn’t stop wondering…..” I blushed.

“Really?” she smiled. “That’s sorts weird but its cool that you can admit it…..I mean that’s how I started thinking about it…… when I found out one of my friends was fooling around with a girl.”

“Which one?” I asked.

Remember Helen at the recreation centre? It turned out that back in high school she started experimenting.”

“Valerie’s girl…..GOD! Do her parents know?”

“I don’t really know her that well anymore…..I haven’t talked to her since she told me….it sort of spooked me…”

“But it did the same thing to you that your story did to me?”

“Yeah…it got me thinking…..wondering…..you know…..and well…..Nikki and I got to be good friends and we both were thinking about it a lot….. and we asked if either of us had experimented….. and….. well… one night I was extremely horny… things just sort of happened from there.”

“Well…..I didn’t mean to seem distant…..I’m embarrassed…..I mean….getting aroused by thinking about my own daughter…and then on top of it….wondering…..you know…..what’s it like….I wanted to ask…. but it all just seems so….secret…you know…”

“Well…..if you want to know, Mom…..it really feels great…..I mean in a very sexual sort of way…. psychologically too I guess.. .and as for thinking about me.. . well, its not like its incest or something.”

“What a word!’ I gasped. “It’s just that I thought about it once….only once mind you.….if I wanted to try it….I don’t know anyone…..isn’t that silly? What a thought…..I mean I don’t know any lesbians or whatever. Maybe when I was young I could have found someone but now…..I mean…..you’re the only one I know who…..you know……has ever tried it.”

Beth shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah I guess its not so easy…..I mean things just sort of fell into our lap with Nikki and I. ..it is kind weird.. .I could see why you would have thought that.. ..you know…who else do I know…Beth’s the only one….”

I had just lost my mind and was laughing at nothing in particular….

Mark called out from downstairs. Thank God for that! Saved by the bell…..what else were we going to say? We’d reached a terribly embarrassing impasse.

The next morning after Mark had gone to work and my son Aaron was in the den watching television, Beth found me in the study.

“Hi,”

Hi…just finishing up the bills for the month. Not working today?”

“Nah…switched with Natalie she wants to go to a concert tonight at the recreation centre. Mom, I …uh…wanted to talk to you…”

Oh?” I asked with voice and eyes gleaming.

“About what you said…about you know… that you were curious… thinking you didn’t know anyone…you know…”

I wasn’t sure where she was going, so my expression asked for me.

“Well…I mean…..it is weird…..but….not that it had to be like….you know.…everything….but if you just wanted to ….well.…test the feeling of….`hands’ or something.…GOD! I shouldn’t even be asking you this….” she blushed.

The office was filled with anticipation and embarrassment. “Are you.. .uh. ..” I wasn’t laughing now.. .. “Are you asking me.. . Beth! GOD! You’re propositioning me. I mean I’m excited.…. and curious…..but it just sounds…..too…”

“Kinky?” she giggled. ‘I know….me too….but… well…. Mom, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with Nikki and I’ve been kind of horny lately and….. I guess when I thought of it…..I figured well….. I could use some sort of.…. stimulation myself.…..”
“You really must have really liked it,” I said….. asked?

“Mom, it’s like an addiction.”

“I don’t know. I mean, your and I are older now…. and we sort of got over it….and don’t have sex…..”

“No, Mom…. I swear.…. it’s intense….. much more intense than with a guy. I miss it…..”

“You are horny, aren’t you sweetheart!” I broke into hysterical laughter and Beth followed suit.

“Sorry.…I know its too weird….I just know how I felt when I was wondering about it, and well.…. I shouldn’t have asked”

You feel sorry for me,” I smiled.

“No….well…..yeah…..no…..its just that you know.….you’re not in college anymore with kids experimenting.… where you could find someone that.….. well ….. would be willing to try things with you….

“You mean if you were in school right now, you’d go looking for it?” I giggled

“Well, yeah. I hate to say this, but I probably would. Mom.…. I really am horny. It must be that time of month or something.”

“Well, you could find some guy.….”

“No Mom.… that won’t do it. It has to be a girl.… I get so excited just thinking about it. But you know…. I’m not there, where I can find somebody of my own sex…. I can’t do it here.… the town’s too small. And where would I find anybody my…. well….”

Age?” I asked.

Well.… yeah….”

“Beth.… .Am I too old for you?”

“No….not actually….you look great….I mean I think even the girls who I know who ARE lesbians would say you’re sexy. Its just that….. you are…”

“Boring?”

Beth smiled. “Well….not boring…..just you live in a very protective environment…..where things like that don’t happen or if they do……they are kept secret very well.”

“Well,” I smiled nervously…….”I appreciate the offer but maybe that’s just a bit too weird even for us “old” hippies….”

“Well…..think about it…… If you ever want to….. I just mean…..you know…”

“A little stimulation…..isn’t that what you said?”. I giggled.

“Well…..I’m going to meet dad for lunch in a couple of hours so.”

“Make sure he doesn’t eat meat……he’s on a diet,” I instructed her.

Beth’s “idea” was right of left field. But to my shame…..it was a very tempting offer. I had this bizarre mixture of scorn and lust involved with the thought. She and I even…..you know.….simulating touching…Feeeewww! Eeewww to the incestuous concept. And a bigger Eeeeeeewwww to how much a part of me found the idea twice as depravedly attractive as just “experimenting with another woman”. GREAT! Now I had two things running through my head.…..arousing me and terrifying me. Beth having sex with another woman. Beth having sex with another woman…….who just happened to be me. Only in my revolting flashes of sexual perversity it wasn’t just “simulated touching”. I went up and masturbated to two orgasms within an hour, and took a nap.

So for the next week.…..I had a new psycho-sexual battle to wager. Emotionally when I thought of it…..incest was enough to make me vomit. I had given birth, bathed and brought up this beautiful girl…….she was my daughter.…..but without those emotional facets…..the idea…..from a purely carnal standpoint…..she was gorgeous.…. she was built… ..it was deliciously sick.

To my chagrin I found the carnal side winning and found that when I was around her……I was staring at her. She was turning me on..… I couldn’t. believe it….. getting aroused looking at another woman.…. my own daughter.… I wanted to say, “okay….let’s….” Thank God I was far too cowardly!

The following week, I started thinking about it, about Beth and me doing it, when Mark and I made love…..not the whole time, mind you.…..just during certain aspects of our lovemaking…..here and there.…..ashamed of it afterwards, but very aroused and without a soul to confess to.

The morning my son Aaron went off to day camp for the month of August, Beth brought the subject up again. I was fixing the cushions on the couch and she had come down from reading (her morning ritual).

“So..….about what we talked about…..” she said nervously. I couldn’t tell if she was terrified I’d say yes or terrified I’d say no. What a horrible thought!

“Well,” I smiled. “Would you think horribly of me if I said I had thought about it?” I asked.

“No…..not at all.….I uh…..when I asked…..I didn’t think…..well…..since then…..”

“I don’t know how I feel,” I decided to save her the embarrassment. “Truth is…..I am curious…..and I never thought about what you suggested as anything more than ridiculous…. but….being totally honest…..there’s a dirty part of me that uh….”

“Me too,” she confessed.

“Are you still as horny as last week?”

She nodded.

“God, Betty… so am I. Shit…”

The two of us stood there digesting this uncomfortable mutual admission.

Silence.

“Maybe…” I started to say ,thinking best I stop my mouth from even saying maybe…

“Maybe what…”

“Maybe we can.….start slow…..uh.….GOD!” I blushed.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Beth said. “I’m fine with that……”

“I…..uh…..” trying to be mature and in control. “I’ll need you to sort of…..you know…”

“No problem…..I mean…..I’m the one who’s done it. I understand” . Uncomfortable silence again.

“So……” I asked, not sure what or when this was supposed to happen.

“So…” she smiled. “Why don’t you sit here…..on the back of the couch?” she asked.

She meant now? …..oh GOD!! Was I ready for this.….ready to break at least two taboos?

My fear was flavoured with the sexual tension and anticipation of the last few months….since she had first confessed her “experimentation” to me.

I hesitantly rounded the couch and sat up on the back of it, my dusty jeans and tight white t-shirt suddenly feeling conspicuous.…..were they sexy…..were they a turn off?

Beth stood in front of me, in a deliciously tight pair of Levis cut offs, and a T-Shirt with no bra. Her nipples were showing. Did I turn her on?

“Well…close your eyes…..that’ll make it easier for both of us I think.”

GOOD IDEA. As soon as I closed my eyes half of my discomfort was gone…..but then it opened up a new sense of…..sexuality. I felt her hand on my shoulder. “Tell me when you get freaked out…..”

“You too,” I said nervously.

Her finger extended from her hand, and went round my neck, giving me shivers… ..she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the neck.…. Oh, God!

Her finger strolled down slowly, very slowly to my chest…..over my right breast to the nipple.

MY GOD!….I tried not to react…..but I couldn’t help it.….it was incredibly sexual…..and I was so unbelievably aroused. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned slightly…..softly This must have been an encouragement because her palm suddenly opened over my whole right breast and I gasped…..feeling the warmth of her hand through my T-shirt. She massaged my flesh. “GOD Beth this is really turning me on…..” I confessed nervously.
“Me too,” she said in an airy voice.

I wanted to say….let’s stop….I thought she might say it…but she didn’t.

Her other hand was now cupping my left breast and together her hands started circling my heaving breasts as my breathing got deeper and more excited. The experience of being touched by another woman blended with the fact that my daughter was the woman…..was……overwhelming.…. beyond reality ! Her hands left my breasts and travelled over my torso and sides pulling my shirt from my jeans around the waist.

“Is this too far?” Beth asked in a whisper, nibbling my ear.

Of course it was too far…..too far way back at…..can you sit here….. Her hands, without hesitation, pulled my shirt up over my breasts. Her hands reached around my back. I could feel her breasts against mine as her fingers unfastened my bra clasp. This was suddenly moving much faster! MY breasts felt the release from confines. The bra dropped to the floor and Beth’s hand cupped my right breast. Her warm mouth covered the nipple and my eyes opened as I cooed.

“GOD! Betty.….I’m.….God.…I feel like I’m about to….” I was trembling. My pussy must have been soaked.

She stopped and massaged my breast with her hands rubbing the nipples skilfully between her fingers.

“Me too. Take it easy… there’s more,” she panted. Then she was right back..….mouthing my right breast as she explored the other with her hand, then switching as I watched her.….panting.…

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….Beth can I say I’m enjoying this…..”

“Your not the only one,” she muttered momentarily and then went to my right breast again, my hand on her head, my free one taking the place of her hand to cup my breast for her to suck. Her legs moved next to mine… around mine. Her thigh moved between my legs. Her cut offs were pressed against my thigh. As she held me, mouthing my nipple until I thought I would faint, I felt my baby gently moving her hips against me, Beth was….. dry-fucking me.

“Betty… I like it… I mean… Oh, sweet God, Oh my darling, I love it… ..but you.…. I mean, how can you be enjoying this….. I’m not doing anything for you…..” I almost lost it again, and had to take a deep breath. “OH,OH, Oh, Oh, God! That’s it. Suck it, sweetheart.”

She looked up at me, her tongue on my nipple. “I LIKE TO DO THIS…. OK? It really turns me on… to play with another woman’s breasts.

“Not as much as it’s doing to me,” I giggled.

“Don’t bet on it,” she teased. The focal point of her womanhood pressed into my thigh ever harder. She clamped her lips on my nipple, while her tongue roved over the tip. “How’s that?,” she mumbled.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.….yeah…..it feels good…..you do this well.… I mean, REALLY well… I can tell you’ve done this before” I panted.

“”It was you, You were my first one. You were my teacher. Remember “ the game” ? . Since then I’m smitten with you and your body.”

“Beth. DO I have.…..attractive ones?”

“They’re perfect,” she replied and returned to my left one. “Oh, God Mom… they’re absolutely perfect.”

Silence.

“Mom.…. is this as good as with….. Mark?”.

She didn’t say “is this as good as with my father, or with my daddy”. Her father at that moment was just Mark, not her father. He was a male, the enemy, the opponent, a competitor for my body, for the body she also wanted and desired, and the female sex she craved, and a rival for my love. Not parental love. But sexual love. Erotic love. Passion love.

“Ooooh, baby.….. don’t make me … “

“Say it Mom.… …Say it!”

“Oh, yes…… you’re good Beth . Oooooohhhhhhh.…… BETTER, much, much better than your father!” “You turned me on even more than your dad ever did.”

I saw that my admission motivated her even more.

My hands found her waist and stared pulling her turtleneck T-shirt out of her jeans. She gave a slight moan to this to let me know this was fine with her so I got it off of her as she straightened. I immediately went to work at her breast.

“God I can’t believe I’m doing this?” I said as I got it and pulled the cups T-shirt from her perky breasts. “Taking off my daughter’s!… so I could… get at her breasts.”

“Me either….do you want to stop?” she asked.

“Do you?” I asked breathlessly. Neither of us answered.

“Beth I can’t help it. But If you want to stop, tell me…”

Her eyes were glazed over with sex. I leaned forward, looking up at her, and took her breast into my mouth… amazed and seduced by the sweet smell of her perfume and the smooth youth of her skin….and the forbidden suckling of her beautiful breast…..and the taboo of incest.

“God! MOM!” Beth gasped…..”Yeah….ooooooooooooh…lick the nipple…oh yes, like that first time……”

Her nipples were warm and hard and soft and delicious…and her hands were still exploring my chest and hair as I slid my mouth over her left breast.

“Oh, Jesus Mom… faster. Oh, God…Oh God, that’s it.” She was breathing hard now.

“Gosh, honey… you weren’t kidding when you said you were excited, were you?”

Her nipples were standing a good half inch. Her hands went to my waist and excitedly started undoing my jeans. In seconds she had them loosened and I stood up so that she could get them down. I yanked them off and sat back on the couch. Beth got the cut offs off as well as her panties, while I sucked on her nipples. This was moving way too fast… She slid both her hands down my thighs to my panties… her hand slid into the waistband and neatly pulled down to the crotch. I slid forward my butt against the couch, my legs spreading. As my shoes hit the floor her finger slid into me….

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh…” I moaned as I put both hands on the couch bracing against her intrusion. Her free hand was getting my briefs down as her finger started exploring me deeply.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwdd,” I moaned…”Beth …..what are you doing to me?…. mmmmmmmmmm… yeah….”

“Do you like it?” she said playfully…out of breath herself.

“I love it….” I panted….looking down to see her finger pumping into me…watching it as I moaned and enjoyed the feel of it. “This is really kinky,” I moaned, watching her finger fuck me.

“Watch me finger fuck you, Mom…”

“Oooooohhhhhhh… .shit… honey… I’m really enjoying this…”

“Me too,” Beth said. Her legs were wrapped again around my thighs, and I could feel her wetness against them. She again approached my breasts, sucking them one-handed as her finger continued to wiggle and explore every inch of my soaked crotch….the vulva…the clitoris…the labia…the walls within…

MY hands went to her rear….suddenly I was interested in her behind. I had always thought she had a great ass…but not like “THAT”. My hands caressed the smooth young skin… she rubbed against my leg as I stroked her beautiful ass… then, almost naturally… my hand moved forward between us… to her thighs…up….

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggnnnnnnnnnn,” she moaned loudly as my finger slipped deep into her forbidden crevice.

GOD! What was I doing!?. I was feeling up my daughter. I was finger fucking her. But she felt so wet and warm and slippery.….it just was incredible……totally different than touching myself…. totally different than Mark… she was so turned on…. she was writhing on my finger.

“GOD MOM! I want to do it….I’m going crazy…I have to DO IT… PLEASE!!!!” she muttered as she pulled away.

“I…” I tried to say feverishly.

But she was already pulling me towards the middle of the room.

“Lay down….” she said excitedly. The rug was cool and my mind was thinking straighter now… without any actual stimulation.…. Okay….we had gone too far….now we should stop.…. Beth faced my feet and straddled my body….a hand at each knee and a knee at each ear. Her hips slid apart as she lowered her crotch to my face and plunged her tongue deep into me.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggnnnnnnnnnnn!!!” I moaned desperately, the feel of her tongue slithering inside me too much for me to bear. “God! Betty NOoooooooooooooooooo…. Oooooohhhhhhh, God! Honey… Oh, shit…” I was screaming. Taking a breath I asked her, “is this what you did with Nikki”

“Uh huh… This is what I did TO Nikki…… Oooooohhhhhhh… I need it. I love your pussy so much!”

I could hear and feel Beth feasting on me, her lips sucking at me as her tongue explored into me and her hot breath panted on my pelvic area.

“Oooooohhhhhhh… Yes… I’m glad you like pussy! Oh, God you’re good.” My knees had raised and opened instinctively to give her full access.

“Ooooh, Mom… this turns me on as much as it does you… believe me… you’re pussy is so big… so warm… so wet… Ooooh, God!”

I looked into her pussy. She was so wet. My baby was MORE than just horny. She NEEDED it…. Oh, God… I was going to do it… my mouth opened and covered her wet crotch, my tongue slipping into her forbidden folds with one thrust as I savoured the feel of her insides….moist…

My hands were on her thighs her hips rocking back towards me as she moaned in a high pitched voice, pausing from her feast to rub at my clit and make me moan as she panted.

“Yeah…Oooooohhhhhhh! Suck me mom….ooooooooooooooooooooooo…yeah! Deeper…your tongue feels incredible…. ooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooh…..GOD, I wanted this so bad !!!!!”

Then her tongue lunged into me again, her mouth moving over my crotch as her finger rubbed still; at my clit. OH GOD! This was the most incredibly erotic thing I could ever have thought of even in my best fantasies….I was loving every minute of it…aware too that afterwards….guilt… shame…GOD! We’d have to keep this a secret!!

Beth’s hips started gyrating more quickly against my mouth and my whole body felt like it was shaking as she started bringing me to climax.

“God Betty I paused, “I’m gonna cum…”

She licked hard at my clit sending thrills up my hips and back and her tongue probed into me as I started to churn and shove my tongue into her even more intently.

She suddenly started yelling…her hips bucking like crazy as she straightened up, arched her back and cried out… “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWDDDD!! …MOM!” OOOOMYMYMYYYYYYYY GOOOOOODDDDD, I’m cuuuuummmmmmmiinngggggggg!!!! Give me your tongue…. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yes… deeper…. A few gasps and howls like the first as she climaxed into my mouth.

But mine came before hers… as her tongue swabbed the depths of my womanhood… she drank her mother’s juice… Oh, Oh, Oh, oh, oh what a beautiful, Lesbian, daughter. I loved this so much. I loved her so much. Even when she was through, I kept exploring her pussy with my tongue as she rubbed my clit. I realized she was Cumming again… as was I….

She returned her tongue to finish me orally .We were both bucking and moaning with frantic breath and dizzy minds….our pleasure only slightly threatened in the distance with……..what the future would bring.

We lay on the floor having sex all afternoon. GOD! IT WAS………..despicably divine.

I took note of the time and said we had enough to take a quick nap, which we both needed immensely. As we drifted off to sleep, holding each other tight, I knew that Beth and I had found what most people search for in a lifetime. I didn’t know how we would manage in the months to come, but I knew I never wanted this to end. And as she kissed my forehead and sighed contentedly, I knew she felt the same.

4

Beth: some twenty one years ago

How long had we unconsciously wanted to be lovers, my mother and I? It’s very difficult to say. But I, for one, think that for me it begun that night when I went to her bed after I came home from the Halloween party and she sucked my little tits, and I sucked hers. Remembering that night again Beth bit her full bottom lip and felt that familiar tingle deep inside. At school I had left the frat guys to jerk each other off; I preferred being in contact with their girlfriends. It was good, satisfying, but not enough. I began eyeing my older professors, mature women without inhibitions, but still something was missing. During an all-night drinking session with my roommate Nikki, I did realize , thanks to Nicky’s story about making love to her aunt, that I wouldn’t be satisfied with any woman who was not my mother. The lure of the forbidden coupling with Susan’s pure sex appeal left me wet with anticipation to seduce my own mother.

When did it first started in earnest ? Well, now she says that she did the “decent thing”, her words not mine, in waiting until I was legal, though in retrospect the waiting was just wasted time in my view, so I suppose it was just over a few years. Again, in my view to wait till I turned eighteen was by far too long to wait, I wouldn’t have waited if I had known her sentiments, but she waited anyway. Other people would correctly call our relationship incest but we call it love and it’s as natural as breathing.

As we caught our breath after our first tryst that evening in the dark, Mom confessed her long unconscious desire for me. “It started when you were in high school. I’d watch you at night and look at your naked body (in those days, I slept mostly in the buff), dreaming of the day that I would have you near me again. I always thought maybe you’d want me too…especially after you told me you started making it with Nikki…it was almost spooky how much we look alike!”

Naturally we have talked about our situation in depth and I mentioned the legal age of consent law and asked her why she had not initiated sex before when we both so obviously wanted to commit to each other. Her reply was direct as always, saying that she had fervently hoped the feeling would pass because of the illegality of such a liaison and the possible hurt it would cause to her husband, my dear father. Well, one thing led to another and we both realised that we had been waiting for the right moment to make it happen, and this appeared to be the right moment, so we allowed it to happen naturally and the former love of mother and daughter changed subtly to one of two lesbian lovers without embarrassment to either of us.

Our kisses that afternoon were without end, our love for each other expressed in so many ways both verbal and physical, though which of us initiated the sex “proper” I still can’t remember. Well it was me really, although It seemed to be a mutual thing with each of us trying desperately not to push the other too far, but both wanting the same end result. I guess we seduced each other. It was on that afternoon that I truly realised her feelings for me were exactly similar to mine for her, feelings that had been kept under wraps for too long, feelings which from both sides burst out like water from a fractured dam.

At the end of the afternoon and our first bout of lovemaking we dressed and talked as we did so, we felt no guilt at what we had both so willingly done but I was concerned about the effect this would have on my dad, Mark, if he ever became aware of it as I adore him equally, though not in a physical way. I broached the subject to my mother to elicit her views.

“Mark and I have a nearly perfect marriage,” she replied, “and we are both broad minded as you well know.”

I nodded my assent at this for, although my parents are not nudists they have never shied away from nakedness and I have often seen my Dad in the buff before, just as he has seen me on many occasions.

“But,” she continued, “there is a line which your father would not cross even in his dreams, and we my darling have crossed that line today. If he knew what we have just done it would mean a total family split and the ruination of all our lives.”

“I thought that too,” I said, “but even so I don’t want us to stop now. I’ve waited for this day for ages.”

Susan, my mother, took my hand and looked me in the eye and said, “Darling, I’ve waited too, you know. I was nervous at first but now the ice is broken I will never give you up.”

After that afternoon both, we, mother and daughter were uncertain of our relationship. What of the future ?. We had opened the Pandora Box, and It was impossible to go back . Where to go from now ? It hadn’t been only sex, well….. maybe at the very early start, but there were love too; parental love was always present: Susan loved me as a mother do; and I loved Susan as a daughter should always do. But now…..now we were more than that, we were more than daughter and mother. Now we had become lovers, in the physical sense as well as in the emotional sense, and in the psychological sense. We were as deeply in love as only two human beings can be.We were both elated that our new and very secret relationship was to be ongoing whenever and wherever possible.

“Your father and I have had a good, very good , if not frequent anymore, sex life, you know,” carried on my mother, “ today we are the best of friends, our love has developed into a very good and supporting spiritual companionship, if not so physical as used to be, and there is no way that we are going to stop having sex — as long as he wants it –and hurt him because of what happened today. You do realise that, don’t you my darling?”

Of course I did! But I explained to her that I needed fulfilment occasionally too, and at that Susie suggested I take a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, if I prefer, not permanent of course and no feelings of love involved, just for physical sex when she and I were unable to make love to keep me satisfied like she satisfies my father. The thought of a boyfriend was not very appealing as time passed because until then I have only ever handled two cocks in my whole life, the first time being a year ago in a cinema when he asked me to put my hand in his pants and rub it for him. He got hard immediately but I must have done something wrong because after a couple of minutes he moaned and jerked. The next thing I knew was that my hand was covered in a sticky mess, as were his trousers. Disgusting.

The only other time was when I was at a party and became a little tipsy. This boy who was also rather squiffy asked me to suck his cock. Well why not ?I thought. It tasted quite nice but again it didn’t last long, not nearly as long as my mother and I lasted, before he shot it all into my mouth. I was so surprised that I swallowed it all. I didn’t like it. I haven’t had another boy since then because I hadn’t had time to get turned on before they were already finished. With Susie I get turned on just being with her watching T.V.

AND I AM DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH HER; I LOVE HER; I DON’T WANT ANYBODY ELSE. And I know she loves me, she is profoundly in love with me too. We are completely in love, forever. I know, they say is a very sinful love, I don’t care, they say is lesbian love, yes it is, they say it is incest , yes It is incest lesbian love. But we also are two human beings who love each other, and whom happen to be mother and daughter.

5

Beth & Susan. Susan & Beth: twenty years ago

Beth went to university at the end of the summer and was returning home for Christmas. Susan was excited that Beth would be around for a whole month; she told her she missed having her around the house and Beth asked if it was only that what she missed. Her mother asked Beth if she would be home by the 15th. Beth said she was getting home on the 14th and asked why. Susan explained that her Women’s club was giving her a Volunteer award at their annual banquet, and as Mark was going to be in Northern Canada vacationing on a fishing expedition with his friends, she needed a “date.” Beth gladly accepted, and they talked about what she should wear. Beth anticipated being home late on the 14th, so by the time she got there, Susan was already asleep. She didn’t see her mother until the next morning at the breakfast table, when to Beth’s surprise Susan came in by the back door sweating and wearing a baggy warm-up suit.

“Mom! I didn’t know you ran?” said Beth. “

“I didn’t until shortly after you left for school,” said Susan, walking over to Beth and kissing her on the top of the head. “But welcome home! I’d give you a hug but I’m all sweaty. So what are your plans for the day?”

“I was going to go shopping for a few things I need for tonight, want to come?” Asked Beth.

“Actually there are a few things I need to take care of around the house,” said Susan, “but have a good time. Can you be back by 4:00?”

“Sure thing.”

And with that, the two went off to do their own thing. Beth went out and picked up a summer dress and dress sandals. The dress had a floral pattern and a neckline that drew more than a little attention to her chest. When she got home, Susan was getting ready in her bedroom, so Beth took a shower and changed for the banquet. When she was finally ready, she walked out into the hall where her mother was putting on a necklace while she waited. Susan was wearing a turquoise top with a white blazer and a white skirt. Beth looked at her and could not believe what she saw.

“Mom? Oh my god, you look amazing!” said Beth. “How much weight have you lost?”

Susan smiled and looked at her daughter, obviously flattered. “Actually I’ve lost almost 20 lbs.”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell this morning with your sweats on. How did you do it?” asked Beth.

“After you left for school I was a little, I’d say `depressed’ for awhile. Kind of the empty-nest syndrome. I didn’t want to tell you about it because I figured you had enough problems being away at school. So I decided to feel better about myself. I started eating better and walking a lot. I also became more involved in the Women’s club and around town. Being busier actually made me more productive, and helped me create more time for exercise. After walking for a few months I thought my old bones could take it…”

“Mom, you’re 39, you’re not old,” interjected Beth. “

…It’s old to me… well anyway, after a while I started running and then the pounds really started coming off.”

Indeed they had, and in all the right places, too, Beth noticed. Her mom’s hips and legs looked skinny again, her butt looked muscular and trim and the little fat under her arms was gone too. Everywhere except her breasts, which still looked absolutely perfect. Beth was a little jealous.

“I’ll say,” Beth said. “Dad must be psyched.”

“He has been enjoying it, I must admit. You know, they say the sex drive doubles with every ten pounds you lose,” Susan said, with a little wink knowing that was not true for her husband. “But enough about that, we should get going, we don’t want to be late!”

Beth found she was rather enjoying the banquet. Her mother was very popular that evening, the people were nice and the alcohol was free flowing (with no I.D. check). When the presentations started, the main speaker made a big deal about Susan winning the award and even made a compliment on how great she looked now. Beth was so proud of her mother, not only for receiving the Volunteer award, but because she looked so awesome up there. When Susan gave a quick speech and thanked her lovely daughter for being her best friend, Beth wanted to hug her tightly. The dance floor was opened up after the presentations. Immediately, the main speaker asked Susan for a dance, so Beth stayed at the table and watched. As the first song ended and the second one began, Susan kept looking back at Beth, giving her looks like “will this guy just give it up?”. Finally, during one turn, Julia motioned behind the guy’s back for Beth to come over and cut in. Beth approached the two and said:

“Excuse me Madame, may I have this dance?”

Before “annoying speaker guy” could get a word in, Susan said, “why, certainly darling.”

Beth took her mother’s hand and placed the other around her mother’s back as the two most beautiful and almost identical women in the place began to slowly dance together. Since they were both so well endowed, it was impossible for them to dance without their breasts firmly pushing into each other. Beth enjoyed the moment, the closeness, the dancing, her alcohol buzz. She was also quite unexpectedly enjoying the view right below her face – her own sexy cleavage pressed into her mother’s beautiful breasts. For the first time in many years, Beth recalled fondly the night of the Halloween party and the events which immediately followed. She was a completely different person now, has made love with her mother, but she once again found herself enthralled with her mother’s body, she did now consider herself truly gay,

Beth had had sexual encounters with two other girls in her life, before falling in love with her mother. The first was her best friend from high school; they had been drinking one night and decided to “practice kissing” for the boys. It became pretty hot, and they ended up feeling each other up. Then this past year at university, Beth and her roommate Nikki stayed up one night talking about sex and ended up getting each other aroused. Nikki crawled in bed with Beth and the two spent the rest of the night learning ways to make each other come. After that they practised girls to girls sex for months. But neither girl had the beautiful breasts that her mother has, so she still held a crush with her mother’s perfect bosom. Meanwhile, Susan was madly in love with her daughter, she was just so proud of how beautiful Beth had turned out and how great she was a person, someone with whom she could always have fun. Which is not to say that she didn’t notice and feel her daughter’s breasts pushing into her own. She thought it looked sexy and that any man in the place would surely think the same.

She felt very comfortable; and she was happy that Beth’s young insecurities about her body had not come true. Susan raised her hand from Beth’s side and touched her daughter’s hair and the side of her face.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetie,” she said, and put her hand back.

“I… I swear I was just about to say the same thing to you, Mom,” Beth replied.

The two smiled and looked with love and passion into each other’s eyes. As the song ended, they kissed; not a long kiss, but not a quick kiss either. As they separated, Susan’s hand trailed down her daughter’s side and took her hand, leading her back to the table. They ordered more drinks, and as they drank and talked to others around them they continued to hold hands under the table. Occasionally mother or daughter would lightly caress the fingers or palm of the other. They finally let go as the speaker announced the end of the banquet and asked everyone to drive home safely. The two laughed and joked the whole way home. Both mother and daughter realized how special their friendship was and each considered the other a best friend.

Beth talked about the bad experiences she’d had with boys although nothing too graphic. Susan even gave a rare insight of what her dating life was like before she had met Mark. Although it was late when they got home, neither felt like going to bed. Susan suggested they have a glass of wine before bed. So, glasses in hand, they sat on the living room couch together, turned inward so as to face each other. As one glass turned into two and three, their conversation became even more open and the laughter was free flowing. Each one thought they were sitting there laughing with the most beautiful girl in the world. Susan had taken off her blazer to reveal her turquoise top, which Beth could now see was sleeveless and tight fitting. It made her mom’s tits look absolutely beautiful. Meanwhile, each time Beth shifted on the couch her summer dress would ride up a little, and Susan couldn’t stop staring at her daughter’s thin, well tanned and muscular swimmer’s legs. Susan thought about those long legs ending at her Beth’s ass and how she couldn’t ever dream of having an ass like that again.

Both had long since flipped off their shoes, so when Beth crossed her legs her mother followed suit and the two played footsies with their bare feet. They continued to drink, talk, laugh and caress each other’s feet and calves with their toes until finally the bottle of wine was gone. Both were thinking of the first time they had made love, but were waiting for the other to make the first move.

Susan let out a long sigh and said, “Well, I suppose we should go to bed.”

“I guess,” said Beth. “It’s too bad. This was such a great night. I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too,” said Susan.

And with that, the two stood up, embraced, and gave each other a soft, sweet goodnight kiss. The kiss was entirely close-mouthed, but lasted a good ten seconds. As the embrace broke, Beth placed her hands on her mother’s shoulders… and traced her hands down her breasts.

Turning to go away and smiling, Beth said, “Goodnight, Mom.”

“Hey you!” Said Susan. “Do you think you’re the only one around here who gets to play “the game”? Get back here.”

Beth walked back over to her mother. They embraced, and when they moved in to kiss, each kept their tongue behind loosely closed lips, so at the first pressure their lips were slightly parted and the tips of their tongues were touching. It drove a buzz-like electricity through both of them, and although neither one moved their tongue at all, both savoured the intensity and taste of a mother-daughter tongue kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, Susan softly broke the kiss. She held her hands on Beth’s shoulders, and then slid her hands slowly down her daughter’s breasts. When she reached the end, she turned her wrists and pushed up on them, feeling their firmness and their weight.

“Um, mom?”

“Yes Beth?”

“Do you think you could do that special thing to me again?” Beth asked, mocking innocence. “Just one time? So I remember what it’s like?”

“Do you think you would like that?” Susan asked, teasingly.

“Um, I think I would like it very much.” Beth replied.

“Well, then, I suppose just this one time,” Susan said, smiling.

She slowly lifted her daughter’s sundress, watching as tanned inner thighs, stringy white panties, a tiny flat belly and a full white brassiere were revealed. She made quick work of Beth’s bra, and then eased her back onto the couch. Susan quickly knelt over her and grabbed her daughter’s two bare, firm, small like grapefruits tits. For the third time in her life, Beth watched her mother’s full lips part and her large, wet, tongue emerge to flick and lick her left nipple. If Susan had been “aggressive” that Halloween first time when Beth was twelve, she was “animalistic” this time. Absolutely worshipping her daughter’s tits, Susan stuffed her mouth with them, sucking wantonly and rolling the hard brown nipples with her fingers and tongue getting them hard as rocks. Beth was bucking out of control, trying find her mother’s thigh with her pussy to rub against. Susan alternated breasts and techniques, at times licking over the entire breast or otherwise sucking and rolling her daughter’s nipples. Beth was enjoying her mother’s performance immensely, but she also felt so much love and passion that she wanted to kiss her mother — long, deep and with tongue.

“Mom,” she said, “take your shirt off and kiss me.”

Susan didn’t want to move from loving her daughter’s tits, but the idea of having her own bare breasts mashing into her daughter’s as they kissed spurred her along. She threw off her top and her bra revealing the soft white flesh as Beth studied hungrily her mother’s beautiful “new and improved” body. Susan paused only for a second before sliding back down onto her baby. The first thing Susan felt was her boyish tits pressing into Beth’s. It was so erotic that she went wild again. Their mouths met and instantly lips were parted as large, full tongues passionately licked and loved each other. Both mother and daughter moaned and stroked each other’s back, shoulders and hair. Suddenly Susan realized that this was the first person she had French-kissed, other than her husband, in more than twenty years. And he had never kissed her like this. They explored every inch of each other’s mouth and slowed down to lovingly rub tongues together. Beth reached down and squeezed her mother’s ass.

Susan was the “aggressor” this time. She licked from Beth’s neck all the way up to her mouth, then took her daughter’s tongue in her mouth and sucked it like a cock. Beth purred. Susan then ran her tongue back down her daughter’s face, neck and back to her tits. Beth took advantage of this opportunity to reach down and grab her mother’s breast, kneading it with one hand while holding the back of her mother’s head with the other. They were both now in the throes of passion, and knew how far they were going to go, all the way, again and forever. Both of their pussies were soaked beyond compare, and both were sure they really wanted to touch the other “that way”, even go further they’d already gone. Beth knew she wanted to come but was thinking she would just grind herself to orgasm on her mother’s thigh if she got the chance. Susan also wanted badly to come, but was uncertain about how or whether or not she should try to make her daughter come too. Her daughter was the only woman she had been with before, and she was not sure how far she wanted to go. She decided to make a small move and see how Beth reacted.

As Susan started to lick and suck her daughter’s tits again, she also slid her hand down to Beth’s legs and started rubbing them. As she moved her hand over her daughter’s inner thighs, Beth jumped, in ecstasy, and quickly rotated her hips so that Susan now found her hand sliding under her daughter’s panties and onto her incredibly damp pussy. There was nothing Susan could do but start rubbing her daughter’s clit with her thumb and sliding two fingers down along her cunt and in and out of her pussy. Immediately her hand was soaked.

OH GOD MOM” was all Beth could blurt out.

Although she did not make any effort to stop, Susan was insecure and very concerned about doing this and would have stopped instantly if Beth thought it was going too far. So she asked softly and with concern:

“Is this OK, sweetie? Is this what you want again?”

“MORE… THAN… ANYTHING…” Beth urged, as she threw her head back and squeezed her mother’s breast.

Her breathing became more and more rapid as Susan started working her daughter’s pussy faster. Little groans escaped Beth’s lips.

“That’s it, baby, come for mommy,” said Susan.

The intensity and excitement of this new encounter was too much for Beth to hold out. Upon hearing those words from her mother, Beth’s body immediately heaved and she grabbed Susan’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough that she left nail marks, and came.

Beth kept repeating “Oh my god, oh my god” over and over.

Susan slowed down her movements, allowing her daughter to enjoy her post orgasmic bliss.

“Did you like that?” asked Susan

“Mom, that was sensational” said Beth, still panting.

“Mmmmmm, good,” said Susan, and she moved back up on the couch to hold her daughter.

The two beautiful women lay with their bodies entwined on the couch for several minutes, their beautiful breasts touching and smooching together, giving each other light kisses as Beth came back down.

When her daughter’s breathing returned to normal, Susan said, “We should go to sleep now.”

“Not a chance, Mom,” Beth said, “not until after you’ve had your turn.”

Beth pushed her mother up so she was sitting erect on the couch, then got down to the floor and crawled up between her mother’s legs until she was at breast level. Susan began to protest, saying that she really didn’t need a turn, when Beth put her finger on her mother’s lips and said “Shhh. I want to.”

She leaned in and the two began French kissing again, as inseparable as teenagers in a parked car. Beth withdrew from Susan’s mouth and ran her tongue down her mother’s chin, neck, shoulders and sternum. Then she took her mother’s beautiful tits in her hands and looked at them longingly saying,

“Mom, you know you have the most gorgeous tits in the world.”

Susan said “Thank you, baby” and started to drift off, watching her daughters hands massage, study and play with her breasts and nipples. Beth, whose tongue was much larger now than the first time she did this, lowered her head to her mother’s nipple and playfully licked it, then sucked it in her mouth. Literally everything she knew about this she had learned from watching her mom, who that time when Beth was 12 years old had sucked and licked her tits better than anyone ever would. Beth used the same alternating techniques as her mom and paid extremely close attention since is was a treat to do this again. She wanted to taste and savour every detail of her mother’s breasts: the rubbery feel of the nipple, the tiny bumps of the areola, the soft folds that fell through her clutching fingers, the way her face felt snuggled between them. She kissed, licked and sucked for several minutes before sliding her hands down to the top of her mother’s skirt.

“Oh Beth…” sighed Susan, as she watched her daughter slide the skirt off. Her panties came next, and Beth took special care to touch as much of her mother’s legs as she could during their removal. Beth then ran her hand up her mother’s calf, to her inner thigh, and then turned he palm up and cupped her mother’s bushy pussy.

Oh, Beth, oh yes,” cooed Susan.

Beth made her hand flat, lowering her middle finger and using it to slowly move up over Susan’s clit and then down and up inside her. Beth’s juices immediately began to flow again as she realized how wrong and yet how hot it felt to have her finger up her mother’s pussy.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh… Unggh… YES…” was all Susan could say. Beth kept going in and out, in and out, faster and faster, until she thought her mother was ready to come. At that instant, she slowed down, causing her mother to miss her orgasm.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” Begged Susan, as Beth was now only lightly rubbing her mother’s pussy.

“Nothing. I just wanted to try this again,” said Beth, moving her face in towards Susan’s dripping cunt.

She planted a kiss right on her labia, and immediately had her mother’s juices and aroma all over her face. Beth realized that she and her mother smelled exactly the same. Susan moaned and writhed with pleasure as her daughter sucked on her clit and lapped at her pussy. She used one hand to push her daughter’s head closer and the other to play with her own breast. Meanwhile, Beth was having a feast on her mother’s clit. But because of the way Susan was sitting Beth was having difficulty sliding her tongue up inside her mother, which she badly wanted to do.

“Mom, come, get down on the floor,” she said.

“Oh, OK, is everything all right?” Susan asked as she hurried off the couch and onto the floor.

“Yes, I just want to do you better,” said Beth. “Here, get on all fours.”

Susan got down on her hands and knees, and Beth crawled up behind her and placed both hands on her ass cheeks.

“Raise your ass a little for me Mom,” Beth urged.

Susan did the best she could, and Beth immediately re-attached her mouth to her mother’s pussy. As she ate her out, Beth moved a hand underneath her mother to squeeze her breasts and nipples. Beth then plunged her tongue deep inside her mother, wriggling her tongue and tasting as much as she could for both of their pleasures. Each time she did this, Beth’s nose would brush against her mother’s asshole, and Susan would jump and shudder from the combination of sensations. Beth tried to gauge when her mother was going to come, but Susan’s body was a constant trembling mass and barely intelligible words were all that were coming from her mouth. So Beth let go of Susan’s tit and reached around her leg to vigorously play with her mother’s clit as she tried to lick her to orgasm.

It didn’t last long after that. Susan screamed a true scared-shitless-sounding scream that momentarily frightened Beth. Her body bucked like a bronco and Beth had to hold on tight to keep her face to her mother’s pussy. Susan came hard. Her body continued to tremble and shake as Beth slowed down and eventually stopped her licking her mother. With Susan still on her hands and knees, Beth crawled up next to her mother and stroked her now-sweaty back, planting kisses all over her.

“Oh, baby, thank you so very much, that was incredible,” said Susan, “I can’t move.”

“Mommy… You’re welcome. I love you mom.”

“I love you too. God, you are the best.”

As Susan knelt there with her head down, still trembling and trying to catch her breath, Beth gave her mother little kisses over her sweaty body, then blowing lightly over the same spot. Susan purred in approval. She gave new attention to her mother’s tits, which looked even more impressive dangling as she was on all fours. Beth then kissed her way back down her mother’s body to her ass again. Remembering the response she got when her nose brushed against her mom’s asshole while she ate her, Beth leaned in and kissed it softly, then gently blew on it.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” Susan cooed.

Beth let out a little giggle, and then spread her mother’s ass cheeks with her hands. She had never seen anyone’s rectum this closely before, nor did she think she’d ever want to. But she felt incredibly sluttish and didn’t want to hold back on anything tonight, so she stuck out her tongue and licked from the end of her mother’s pussy up to and around her pink rosebud asshole.

Beth chuckled as she watched her beautiful mother squirm in front of her. she loved to tease her..

“Oh God, sweetie,” Susan moaned. “Please!”

Beth gently bit the soft flesh, leaving teeth marks on the white skin. Then she sat back slightly and paused to take in the view. Her mothers firm buttocks were perfect. Beth’s hands trembled as she reached out and caressed the soft skin. She saw goose bumps rise on her mother’s cheeks and then run down the back of her thighs. Slowly, she opened her cheeks.

Both of them moaned as Susan tiny rose was exposed. Beth stared in amazement. She loved looking at Susan’s puckered little hole. It was wrinkled and pink with a tiny mole just to the side. She joked that the mole was earth and the little rose was “Uranus”.

Susan couldn’t stop her hips from squirming as she felt her daughter’s adoring eyes centered on her private place. Suddenly, she could feel her breath on her pulsing hole. It was getting very warm in the room.

Beth’s lips were so close that she could almost taste her mother. Her tongue came out and she touched the little mole. She felt her excited lover tremble. Then she circled her tongue around the hole in a teasing fashion. When Susan pushed back, Beth pulled away and chuckled teasingly again. Then she moved her tongue to the top of her mother’s buttocks before sliding it down one cheek and then the other, leaving a trail of her saliva

Susan was growing impatient. “Oh please!” she moaned as she felt Beth begin to lick her again.

This time, the tongue started at the top of her crack and moved slowly downward, edging closer and closer.

The excitement in the room grew rapidly as Beth’s tongue moved between the cheeks. Finally her tongue touched the tiny hole.

Startled, Susan raised her head and said, “Oh, no sweetie, you don’t have to do that!”

“No, but I want to,” said Beth, dropping her head and licking the same trail again.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…oh, oh, oh, oh, oh… are you sure?” asked Susan

“Oh , ohhhhhhh!!!” Susan moaned and pushed her ass back

“Mmmm-humumph ,” said Beth, her face now buried in her mother’s ass.

“Hurry, baby,” Susan whispered to Beth.” Suck my ass. Hurry, hurry. If I don’t cum soon, I’m going to die.” She tried to reach her daughter’s soft belly and the lips of her vagina rubbing on the bed. Soon she was distracted by her daughter’s tongue and quit trying.

Beth grunted as she buried her face between the hot wet lips of Susan’s flowing pussy and ass. Her tongue wriggling down, down into her passage. .Susan gurgled deep in her throat. God, she was good. Hitting all the right spots. She was seconds from Cumming. Then it stopped as Beth raised her head from her mother’s wide spread pink flesh.

Susan groaned. “No, don’t stop, honey, please don’t stop now. Lick, lick. Suck me. Baby, suck me. Suck my clit – make me cum, hon. Suck me everywhere. Make mommy cum. Please, please. We can’t do anything that is too noisy, someone may hear us.”

But Beth knew what she was doing. She had wanted to get her mother so hot she couldn’t say no to anything she wanted to do. She was sure her mother was ready. Sliding her hands under her ass she lifted her higher and there before Beth’s eyes was her target, her prize. There below her dripping pussy, tucked between the firm globes of her ass was the puckered hole. Clean, pinkish tan, clenching as Susan tightened her ass to thrust her pussy up into the air. Beth stuck her tongue out as far as possible and lowered her head. The tip of her tongue flicked against the tight anus. Susan gasped. Beth flicked the tight ring again.

“No, baby. Not there, not there.”

Beth tongue again flicked her mother’s arse and she quivered as though she had touched an electric wire. She raised her head and looked once again at the clenching ring, then her head dropped and her rigid tongue pierced her mother’s ass and drove into her.

She traced descending spirals with her tongue around her mother’s sphincter, gently pushing in, then flattened her tongue and ran it up and down over the puckered anus. The coppery taste was not completely pleasant, but that only turned her on more and made her feel like a complete whore. She tried her best to wiggle her tongue in as far as she could.

“Oh, that feels so good!” said Susan.

Beth slid her tongue out a little, leaving the tip on Susan’s asshole and letting saliva run down it and pool there. She took her index finger, ran it through the saliva, and then pushed it up into her mother’s ass. Susan grunted in pleasure as Beth wiggled the finger around and fucked it in and out. Then she added her middle finger.

“OW!!! Oh god, oh yes!” cried Susan as Beth leaned in and licked her mother’s asshole around the two fingers that she repeatedly jammed in and out. Beth kept this up for another two, three minutes before she figured her mother couldn’t take any more.

Susan whimpered, gasped as her lungs demanded air. Unbidden she grabbed her legs behind her knees drawing them up along side her head.

“Oh my god, oh my god. I’m going to cum, going to cum, I’m Cumming. Oh, great god. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Gooooooooooddddddd. Your tongue’s in my ass, in my ass. Oh, god, so dirty, so nasty. Tongue me, baby dear. Can’t stop Cumming. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, again, I’m Cumming again. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Your tongue, Oh god, your tongue is in my butt. You wanted my ass, didn’t you, baby. I can’t believe you did it.”

Beth thrust into her mother’s butt time after time as Susan continued to wiggle and squirm. She couldn’t begin to describe the feeling. Nothing in their life had prepared them for: to Susan the shock of her daughter doing such a thing and to Beth the thrill of her committing such an act on her own mother. Susan ass tingled and involuntarily twitched each time Beth tongued her. She never suspected she would like such a thing. Now she wondered if she would ever get enough of her nasty tongue. She couldn’t wait until she could return the favor to her loving daughter.

“Give me your cunt I want to suck you. Come on, I want your sweet pussy in my mouth.”

Beth rotated in the bed and placed her sex next to Susan’s face but she continued to thrust her tongue into Susan’s up turned ass. She had never done anything in her life that gave her such a thrill. Suddenly her pussy was enveloped in the velvet sucking tube of her mother’s lips. Her own pussy lips went down and down until she felt the tip of her clitoris touched by her mother’s tongue . Her mother’s finger was pumping between the globes of her butt into her puckered asshole. Her nectar flowing down her mother’s throat.. It was a first for both of them. Susan wanted to literally suck her daughter whole body inside her. She also knew that later, she was going to let her daughter fuck her brains out. They could sleep tomorrow. In fact she was going to tell her that she could fuck her for the rest of her life if she wished.

Then she felt her daughter body jerk, and the lips of her vagina swell.. She certainly wasn’t prepared for the gusher of cum that flooded her mouth and shot straight into her stomach. Shot after shot rained down her throat, filled her mouth and poured from her mouth to run down her chin. In the midst of the spray she realized the taste of her daughter’s cum was very pleasant. Beth shot her fluid into her mother’s mouth and at the same time tongue fucked her ass. The cum gushing down her throat and the tongue going in and out of her ass was too much for Susan and gasping and gurgling she thrust her pussy and ass against Beth’s face as another cum roared through her. They clung together for a few minutes until the shivering and thrusting stopped then flopped to the side of the bed and lay huffing and puffing next to each other. When Beth withdrew her fingers, her mother knelt up and embraced her.

Beth

I caught my breath, Mom and I resumed our dance of incestuous passion with a vengeance! Mom and I vented all our stress and need with a long, fuck. With my immediate need to cum sated, I was now able to give my mother the long, hard fuck she needed and wanted. We were like animals in heat…our bodies covered with fuck sweat, kissing each other, biting at each other, becoming intoxicated with each other’s bodies. I kissed Mom…duelling tongues with her. I nibbled, bit, licked and sucked her delicious, erect nipples and kissed and licked the sweat off her body.

Mom showered me with her sweet kisses…hands clawing my back one minute and then reaching down to cup my butt cheeks the next, trying to force me deeper against her body. Our bodies were slick with sweat. Finally, Mom began to orgasm again…sobbing and crying her love for me even as her pussy bathed my pussy in her steamy cream again.

As Mom eased down from her orgasm, our lovemaking slowed down too. I took the time to find just the right spots that made Mom groan and gasp. Now, I made each finger thrust into Mom’s sweet cunt slow and drawn out…making her toes curl and her body flex with the sheer delicious pleasure that my fingers could provide. Only with the finally imminent arrival of my second cum, did our incestuous fucking again take on a fever pitch. Sobbing our love to each other, we achieved a mutual orgasm…Mom’s ass clamping down around my hand, sucking and milking my nipples and cunt as I exploded with another massive orgasm for my mother.

“That was unbelievable,” said Susan “I never thought I would’ve liked that! Are you O.K.?”

“Oh Yeah,” said Beth. Then in her most seductive voice she held up the two ass-fucked fingers and said, “Want to taste?”

“Beth! That’s disgusting!” said Susan

She looked into her daughter’s eyes and saw the wanton look in her eyes. Suddenly she grabbed her daughter’s arm with two hands, at the elbow and the wrist, and slurped the two fingers into her mouth. She slobbered all over the fingers like she was blowing her husband. She licked in the valley between the fingers, up and around and under the nails. She, too, noticed the coppery taste of her own asshole and thought it unpleasant, but like her daughter it made her feel like a slut and it got her pussy wet again. Running her tongue up and down her daughter’s fingers, Susan said:

“I’m so sorry. I have to come again.”

“God, mom, you are making me so hot!” said Beth. “Here, I have an idea. Nikki showed me this.”

Beth started helping her mother back up on to the couch. “NIKKI? Your roommate Nikki?” Asked Susan.

“Are you in love with….?” At that thought Susan began to lose her enthusiasm… suddenly she was worried she was dealing with an uneven playing field, that perhaps her daughter was using her. Maybe she was in love, but not with her.

“Not at all mom. We just tried a few things one night,” said Beth, smiling, which eased Susan’s tensions.

And with that Beth had Susan sit on one end of the couch. Then Beth sat on the other end and took her mother’s still-trembling leg and lifted it over her own. Then she slid down so the two were in a “scissors.” Susan was unsure what to do from this position, but as Beth started sucking her toes, she became more aroused and just did what came naturally: rubbing her cunt against whatever she could — in this case, her daughter’s pussy.

The two dark haired beauties looked each other deeply in the eyes as they continued to grind love mounds. Pussy collided with pussy; clits and labia rubbed into each other in a furious mixture of muscle, sweat and their own wetness. Each one kept thinking that the fact they were mother and daughter made this completely hot and nasty.

When Susan moved one hand down to her mound to rub her clit, Beth followed suit. Out of everything that had happened so far, it turned Beth on even more that her mother was now pleasuring herself unabashedly as she watched. With their free hands they steadied themselves from the grinding. They called out to each other, encouraging themselves on to climax.

“Yeah, come on, mom. Do it for me,” urged Beth.

“Mmmmmm baby, rub your pussy all over me,” replied Susan

Suddenly the waves of orgasm tore into mother and daughter at the same time. They cursed and screamed and squeezed one another to enjoy their climaxes to the last possible second. When the last of their energies gave out, Susan slid down the couch and into Beth’s arms. The two shared a warm, deep tongue kiss and fell asleep, legs intertwined, breasts together, beautiful naked body to beautiful naked body. Beth awoke on her stomach the next morning to a pleasurable sensation. In her last dream she really had to go to the bathroom.

But as she tried to roll off the couch, she realized there were hands on her ass. As she groggily put the memories back together from the previous night, she realized that her mother was awakening her by tonguing her asshole.

“Ummmmhhhh! Good morning Mom!” Beth exclaimed.

“Good Morning, sweetie!” said Susan, momentarily removing her face from her daughter’s ass.

“I loved when you did this to me last night. I thought I would return the favour. Is this something you did with Nikki?”

“OOOH! Mom… so good… No, I’d never done it before… Unnngh!” said Beth, as Susan stuck a finger in her daughter’s ass, “Just something I wanted to try with you.”

Susan returned to licking out her daughter’s asshole. Beth could feel that now familiar touch of her mother’s large, sandpapery tongue all over her crack. She just about died from disbelieving pleasure when her mother forced her tongue up her anus. She could feel her mother re-adjust her body and spread her ass cheeks wider to get her tongue in as far as possible, wriggling it the whole time, all for her. Susan then replaced her tongue with a finger, and began licking lower, around the entrance to Beth’s pussy.

“Oh God! Do me mom! Do me!” Begged Beth.

Susan rotated her daughter over onto her back, and stuck a cushion under her daughter’s rear.

“Your father used this technique,” Susan said, then wasted no time plunging her mouth onto her daughter’s pussy. She licked and flicked Beth’s clit; she ran her flat rough tongue up and down pausing only to repeatedly fuck her tongue into her daughter’s cunt. She fucked her daughter’s ass with fingers from her right hand. After several minutes she focused her tongue work solely on her daughter’s clit. She used her left hand to pound fingers up into Beth’s womb.

That’s when she looked down and saw she was rapidly pumping her engagement ring and wedding band in and out of her daughter’s pussy. It was too much. She withdrew her right hand fingers from Beth’s asshole, and used the shitty, smelly fingers to play with herself. When Beth realized her mother was doing this, it put her over the edge and she started screaming,

“I’m coming MOMMY!”

Needless to say, hearing her 19 year old daughter calling her “mommy” and telling her she was coming sealed the deal for Susan too, who came in a fury of fast finger work as her daughter’s wetness splashed her face.

As they came down from their sexual high, Susan moved up to kiss her daughter and let Beth lick her own juices off her mother’s face. Sighing and purring, they simultaneously reached for each other’s tits and began caressing and massaging. They kissed and fondled for several minutes before collapsing, both exhausted and spent. Neither knew what to say to get the ball rolling down the road to normality. Finally, Susan said, “Coffee, tea, or me?” And mother and daughter shared a good laugh.

6

Mark: husband and father. Now

I know how Susan and Beth are feeling about me, about their love and about our family. I have known for a long time. They love me, I know that for sure, but they love each other in a way they have never loved me. I also know they don’t want to hurt me. They know there is a line which I would not cross even in my dreams, I have no sexual interest in my daughter and with the passing time my sexual drive is near to nil, moreover, the marital bed has not the same importance it used to have. For me intercourse now with my wife once every couple months is absolutely sufficient. That doesn’t mean I don’t love Susan anymore, because I do, but my love today is different, I don’t have 17 years of age anymore and today I prefer when in bed with Susan, to read or watch some movie on TV with her. I know what they have done and are doing when alone and in privacy, I don’t condone nor condemn, I do love very much both of them and I want them to be happy. But above all I don’t want a total family split and the ruination of all our lives.”

It was by chance that I got to know how my wife and our daughter were lovers; lovers in the biblical sense of “knowing each other” carnally, as a couple. I had gone to a symposium of my specialty in a famous out state University, it was an annual event of the highest level and I was a lecturer and was supposed to be one week out of home. But the event was postponed suddenly and featured for the next month so I took the first plane home, and at the airport, being late in the evening, around 9: 30 P.M, I took a taxi instead of calling home so Susan could came with the car to get me home. An hour later the taxi let me in the drive way of my house.

By the time Beth was a sophomore in high school, I was traveling far more frequently on teaching and investigation business, and I felt my connection with her–which had always been strong, and with her mother, mutual and very supportive–begin to degrade. It was nothing deliberate on either side, just a consequence of my frequent and prolonged absences. But the results were real enough. For all. My daughter, her mother and me. My son had long ago married and evacuated to the insular environment of England, where he engaged in all the regular routines of a new life with a new family in a far away country.

My house was deserted and far off from the main locality. That fateful night after the taxi left me home I went to the door and inserted the key and turned it but the door did not open. “What is the matter with the lock?” I circled the house. I opened the back entrance door and entered quietly. I enter the house and it felt strange coming in; no lights and no sound, complete silence, no T.V or music sound, and no sound of voices With heart racing I looked around in each room as I came to it. The curtains were closed. I glanced into the drawing room but no one was there.

. At first I thought Susan and Beth weren’t home, but being Thursday in the middle of the week I supposed they had gone to bed to sleep. As I didn’t want to disturb or scare them with my unexpected return I decided to pass the night in the guest dorm and surprise them in the morning. But the surprise was going to be mine. I had now made my way along the hall to the steps leading to the second floor. As I tiptoed the stairs to the floor, where all the dorms are, trying not to make a sound, I heard voices from the bedroom. I saw a steady shaft of bright light emerging from my bedroom door to the right and some muffled sound; I got near to the almost closed door and the sounds became louder and louder. I looked through the slot in the door into the room and couldn’t believe my eyes. I opened the door. I stood there still. The scene before me froze me. I was mesmerized. What I saw wasn’t for the hypertensive and the weak of heart. Couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing. The scene was stunning, to say the least . II could see Susan lying back on the bed with her eyes closed. There was a face buried in the triangle of her pussy. Her body was jumping up and down and she moaned. The woman between her legs came up to kneeling position. It was my daughter My very prim and proper wife and mother, and my athletic looking daughter, were together in bed, having sex with each other and rooting in passion as two hot animals. I couldn’t move. I was transfixed and frozen in place, my feet seemingly cemented to the floor. I couldn’t move. For several seconds I remained , my gaze glued on the scene on the bed.

Then a noise, a scream. I’m drawn from this reverie. What I saw when I’m able to focus my eyes was the moment Susan, my wife, screamed a true scaring-shitless-sounding scream. Her body bucked like a bronco and my daughter Beth had to hold on tight to keep her face to her mother’s pussy. Susan came hard. Her body continued to tremble and shake as Beth slowed down and eventually stopped licking her mothers pussy. With Susan still on her hands and knees, Beth crawled up next to her mother and stroked her now-sweaty back, planting kisses all over her.

“Oh, baby, thank you so very much, that was incredible,” I heard Susan say, “I can’t move.”

“Mommy… You’re welcome. I love you mom.”

“I love you too. God, you are the best.”

Those comments made me feel dizzy and unwanted.

As Susan knelt on the bed with her head down, still trembling and trying to catch her breath, Beth gave her mother little kisses over her sweaty body, then blowing lightly over the same spot. Susan purred in approval. Beth gave new attention to her mother’s small tits, which looked even more beautiful dangling as she was on all fours. Beth then kissed her way back down her mother’s body to her buttocks. I saw the response she got when her nose brushed against her mom’s asshole while she licked her, Beth leaned in and kissed it softly, then gently blew on it.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” Susan, my respectable wife, cooed.

Beth let out a little giggle, and then spread her mother’s ass cheeks with her hands. She looked her mothers rectum closely before she delved onto it.

“ I feel incredibly sluttish tonight and don’t want to hold back on anything” , I heard my ( I believed until then) innocent daughter say.

So she stuck out her tongue and licked from the end of her mother’s pussy up to and around her pink rosebud asshole.

Startled, Susan raised her head and said, “Oh, no sweetie, you don’t have to do that!”

“No, but I want to,” said Beth, dropping her head and licking the same trail again.

“Oh my, Oh my god, Oh my god… are you sure?” asked Susan

“Mmmm-humumph,” said Beth, her face now buried in her mother’s ass.

“Hurry, baby,” Susan whispered to Beth.” Suck my pussy. Hurry, hurry. If I don’t cum soon, I’m going to die.”

She tried to reach her daughter’s soft belly and the lips of her vagina rubbing on the bed. Soon she was distracted by her daughter’s tongue and quit trying.

Beth grunted as she buried her face between the hot wet lips of her mother’s flowing pussy. I saw her tongue wriggling down, down into her passage. Susan gurgled deep in her throat. And in seconds she was cumming. Then it stopped and all went quiet as Beth raised her head from her mother’s wide spread pink flesh

Susan groaned. “No, don’t stop, honey, please don’t stop now. Lick, lick. Suck me. Baby, suck me. Suck my clit – make me cum, hon. Make mommy cum again. Please, please. We can’t do anything that is too noisy, someone may hear us.”

She couldn’t know I was hearing and seeing , and getting angry and frustrated and horny, everything at the same time.

But apparently Beth knew what she was doing and what she wanted to do. Sliding her hands under her mother’s ass she lifted her higher and there before mine and Beth’s eyes was her target, her prize. There, below her dripping pussy, tucked between the firm globes of her ass was the puckered hole. Clean, pinkish tan, clenching as Susan tightened her ass to thrust her pussy up into the air. Beth stuck her tongue out as far as possible and lowered her head. I saw the tip of her tongue flicked against the tight anus. Susan gasped. Beth flicked the tight ring again.

“No, baby. Not there, not there.” I heard my wife.

Beth tongue again flicked her mother’s arse and she quivered as though she had touched an electric wire. She raised her head and looked once again at the clenching ring, then her head dropped and her rigid tongue pierced her mother’s ass and drove into her.
I saw her tracing descending spirals with her tongue around her mother’s sphincter, gently pushing in, then flattened her tongue and ran it up and down over the puckered anus. It seems the taste was not completely pleasant, but that only turned Beth on more and made her feel like a complete whore. She tried her best to wiggle her tongue in as far as she could.

“Oh, that feels so good!” said Susan.

Beth slid her tongue out a little, leaving the tip on Susan’s asshole and letting saliva run down it and pool there. She took her index finger, ran it through the saliva, and then pushed it up into her mother’s ass. Susan grunted in pleasure as Beth wiggled the finger around and fucked it in and out. Then she added her middle finger.

“OW!!! Oh god, oh yes!” cried Susan as Beth leaned in and licked her mother’s asshole around the two fingers that she repeatedly jammed in and out. Beth kept this up for another two, three minutes before she figured her mother couldn’t take any more.

Susan whimpered, gasped as her lungs demanded air. Unbidden she grabbed her legs behind her knees drawing them up along side her head.

“Oh my god, oh my god. I’m going to cum, going to cum, I’m Cumming. Oh, great god. Ohohohohohoh, ohohohohoh. Goddddddd. Your tongue’s in my ass, in my ass. Oh, god, so dirty, so nasty. Tongue me, baby dear. Can’t stop Cumming. Ohohohohohoh, again, I’m Cumming again. Ohohohohohohohohohoh. Your tongue, Oh god, your tongue is in my butt. You wanted my ass, didn’t you, baby. I can’t believe you did it.”

Beth thrust into her mother’s butt time after time as Susan continued to wiggle and squirm. My eyes couldn’t leave the scene as Susan ass tingled and involuntarily twitched each time Beth tongued her. They never for a moment suspected their husband and father was watching them

“Give me your cunt I want to suck you. Come on, you hussy, I want your sweet pussy in my mouth.”

Beth rotated in the bed and placed her sex next to Susan’s face but she continued to thrust her tongue into Susan’s up turned ass. Suddenly her pussy was enveloped in the velvet sucking tube of her mother’s lips. Beth pussy lips went down and down until the tip of her clitoris touched her protruding mother’s tongue . Her mother’s finger was pumping between the globes of her butt into her puckered asshole. Her nectar flowing down her mother’s throat.. It was something worth seeing. Susan wanted to literally suck her daughter whole body inside her.

I felt like falling in a black hole in the space when I listened my wife tell my daughter she could fuck her for the rest of her life if she wished.

Then I could feel my daughters body jerk, and the lips of her vagina swell.. Susan certainly wasn’t prepared for the gusher of cum that flooded her mouth and shot straight into her stomach as Beth came. Shot after shot rained down her throat, filled her mouth and poured from her mouth to run down her chin.. Beth shot her fluid into her mother’s mouth and at the same time tongue fucked her ass. The cum gushing down her throat and the tongue going in and out of her ass was too much for Susan and gasping and gurgling she thrust her pussy and ass against Beth’s face as another cum roared through her. They clung together for a few minutes until the shivering and thrusting stopped then flopped to the side of the bed and lay huffing and puffing next to each other. When Beth withdrew her fingers, her mother knelt up and embraced her.

“That was unbelievable,” said Susan “I never thought I would’ve liked that! Are you O.K.?”

“Oh Yeah,” said Beth. Then in her most seductive voice she held up the two ass-fucked fingers and said, “Want to taste?”

“Beth! That’s disgusting!” said Susan

She looked into her daughter’s eyes and must have seen the wanton look in her eyes. Suddenly she grabbed her daughter’s arm with two hands, at the elbow and the wrist, and slurped the two fingers into her mouth. She slobbered all over the fingers like she was blowing me. She licked in the valley between the fingers, up and around and under the nails. Running her tongue up and down her daughter’s fingers, Susan said:

“I’m so sorry. I have to come again.”

“God, mom, you are making me so hot!” said Beth. “Here, I have an idea. Nikki showed me this.”

Beth started helping her mother back up on to the bed. “NIKKI? Your roommate Nikki?” Asked Susan.

“Are you in love with….?” At that thought it seems Susan began to lose her enthusiasm…

“Not at all mom. We just tried a few things one night,” said Beth, smiling

And with that Beth had Susan sit on one side of the bed. Then Beth sat on the other side and took her mother’s still-trembling leg and lifted it over her own. Then she slid down so the two were in a “scissors” position. Susan was unsure what to do from this position, but as Beth started sucking her toes, she became more aroused and just did what came naturally: rubbing her cunt against whatever she could — in this case, her daughter’s pussy. My two dark haired beauties looked each other deeply in the eyes as they continued to grind love mounds. Pussy collided with pussy; clits and labia rubbed into each other in a furious mixture of muscle, sweat and their own wetness. Each saying that the fact they were mother and daughter made this completely hot and nasty.

When Susan moved one hand down to her mound to rub her clit, Beth followed suit. With their free hands they steadied themselves from the grinding. They called names out to each other, encouraging themselves on to climax.

“Yeah, come on, mom. Do it for me,” urged Beth.

“Mmmmmm baby, rub your pussy all over me,” replied Susan

Suddenly the waves of orgasm tore into mother and daughter at the same time. They cursed and screamed and squeezed one another to enjoy their climaxes to the last possible second. When the last of their energies gave out, Susan slid down the bed and into Beth’s arms.

I’ve seen enough to know that it is time for me to leave. When I could move again, I move silently down the center of the aisle toward the stairs, tiptoed slowly down to the front door, took my luggage and exited my home in a daze, my brain felt fuzzy and I walked as in cotton cloud. Went to the next corner and with my cell-phone called a taxi to take me to the airport where I took a room in a hotel for the night. It was 0030 Friday.

It was impossible going to sleep for me. My mind was revolting around and around filled with the images of my wife and daughter together in bed having sex, hot sex, depraved sex. My mind was in turmoil. What do I do now, asked myself. Do I confront them ?, do I leave them without explanation ? Kill them both ? Beat them ? Join them in bed ?. It was a long night, very long. After deep soul searching I made up my mind. I called Susan in the morning to get me home, not telling her I had returned the evening before.

After that I tried to make myself scarce and let them have more time together alone and when I return home I always shout to let them know I have arrived so they have time to get presentable to me. I don’t know if they suspect or think if I know or not about their relationship. If they do never a word was spoken. Our lives go on as used to be.

7

Beth: now

After 20 years Susie, my mother and I are still lovers and very deeply in love. I love my mother as passionately as the first day, maybe more, and she dotes for me. My father still loves her, they go on vacation together, and sleep at night in the same room and the same bed, but his sexual drive is at a very minimum, now his life motif are golf , books of chemistry and teaching in University. My mother say.
A few Sundays ago in the afternoon Dad was playing golf, as usual, and It was a dismal day so we needed the heating turned on to take off the chill. We were snuggled together on the couch watching an old romantic film on TV, it was a weepy one and my mother began to dab her eyes with a tissue. I took her hand and held tight in my lap, leaned over to her face and kissed away her tears
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Well, one thing led to another and we both realised that we had been waiting for this moment, the light kisses I gave willingly to Susie to kiss away her tears changed into mouth to mouth kisses as she turned her face towards mine. The hand in my lap began to caress my thigh and send tingly shivers down my spine, whilst a naughty hand of my own slid into her lap and returned the strokes one for one, over her skirt of course at this stage.

Light kisses became heavier kisses, which became French kisses, tongues exploring the inside of the other, mingling and jousting with each other. I have wanted this beautiful woman, my mother, to be forever my tall, slim and beautiful lover and she is. A hand stole under my top and unclasped my bra at the same time that my hand was unfastening hers. Hands then to the front which teased and tickled our nearly identical shaped breasts, nipples erect and jutting, aching to be touched by loving fingers.

Our tops miraculously came off simultaneously and we gazed adoringly at each other’s breasts, touching and tonguing, kissing and sucking until they were delightfully sore. Hands explored under skirts and found warm mounds from where our love emanated, hot damp places confined at that moment by thin panties which were easily bypassed in our frenzy of lust. Fingers entered vaginas at the same moment bringing gasps of delight from us both. If this was a sin then sinners we both were and we revelled in our sexual relationship.

Skirts were skilfully removed leaving two black haired women with equally black haired pubic areas wondering, us usual, who was going to take off the other’s panties first. We stood and I reached for the waistband of her lace, and as we stood Susie took hold of mine. We both lowered the other’s panties until they fell to the floor of their own accord and, stepping out of them we each took a pace pack to again appraise the other.

I guess I am very lucky because the vision in front of me stood at nearly 5’9, with the firm breasts of a teenager and the honed belly of an athlete. Her long shapely legs ended in a trimmed Vee of pubic hair though which I could see her slightly parted lips pouting sexily, dew drops of moisture visible on her short, curly pubes glistening like a spider’s web on a frosty morning.

For her part I guess she also is lucky as I stand nearly as tall as she and my pubes are jet black too, just like her own, and well trimmed to expose delicate pink flesh. People have said that if we were not mother and daughter we could nearly pass as twins. I am as proud of my body as my mother is of hers and though I shouldn’t say this we made a beautiful pair.

Her eyes flicked over my body and, as always, it was evident that she liked what she saw, her tongue licked her lips like a cat anticipating cream, her hands running through her lustrous hair in that particular way we women have when aroused.

We moved towards each other and stood nose to nose, lips to lips, hands wandering up and down, fingers moving restlessly, searching and probing the other. We slowly slid to the floor still kissing, our lust showing as we lay side by side, mound to mound, vagina to vagina, thrusting and pumping wetly.

We fingered each other tentatively at first, then faster, deeper and more strongly as our passion grew, each making delightful squishy, squelching noises with the juices of the other. We grew braver and more daring and it wasn’t long before I felt a juice lubricated finger enter my anus for the very first time that afternoon. I loved it! It was sheer bliss and if I love it, Susie too do, maybe more, and were waiting for me to return the favour.

She moaned softly as I entered her darkest place, pushing into her as she had pushed into me, stopping at her sphincter which she loved me to do. She gasped with joy when I revolved one finger and then the act of removing it completely with a “plop”, only to replace it immediately again made her squirm with pleasure. We both adore anal fingering and have bought a slim and bendy probe which buzzes and excites and certainly reaches the places unavailable to fingers because of its length. For my part a finger is just thick enough to enter there without causing pain and I have never had and never will let a cock penetrate there .

Few words were uttered when we made love that time, few words were needed, just words of love and endearment passed our lips for we were to lustfully busy to talk until later.

We started kissing again like we were starved. Maybe we were. We were starved for each other and the intense love that only a mother and daughter can possibly provide for each other. I did love Mom, more than ever at the moment. In what other relationship can two women, mother and daughter bonded by love, be more completely trusting of each other; so much that they can let go their inhibitions entirely? Neither of us had to worry about being hurt or made to feel ashamed of our desires and intense need for one another.

I slid my arms around Mom’s body, beneath her shoulders, gripping them and pulling her body onto mine hard as to incrust her with in me. I felt Mom’s feet on the back of my legs and her nails digging into my shoulders and back.

What we did was slow and so intense; taking our time and showing our love for each other both emotionally and physically. I reached down with both hands and squeezed her firm ass. Mom lifted her legs and bent them at the knees in mid air, crying out against my ear. We came like that together; both of us groaning out as our sexes unloaded the pent up passions that engulfed us completely. We were both utterly exhausted, yet our hips continued their rocking and grinding motion for the next few minutes. Mom’s pussy milked me and I discharged inside her. After doing this a few times, we both started laughing. It just seemed so funny for us to be “playing” like that with each other’s bodies while still together.

We have learned to identify each other’s aroma even though subconsciously we must have been aware of it for ages, but ever, after the first day we made love, whenever we have been apart I have been able to recall my mother’s odour at will, and when alone at night while she sleeps with my father or I’m not home, I smell her and recall her vision as plainly as if she were in bed with me, in my mind she is with me then, and in my dreams, and we make love all night long. I awaken relaxed and fresh to face a new day together.

After a few minutes we positioned our selves in the bed in the classical 69 position, but this time side by side. I like very much making love in this fashion. We raised up both our left legs and rested our heads in the right thigh, mouth and noses a few millimetres of our vaginas and anuses. The bedroom air was heavy with the aroma of passion and the sight of my mothers pussy sent my senses reeling again. After a few minutes we started to nuzzle, lick, suck and suckle our clitoris, going then with tongue stretched to our darkest recesses. Suddenly Susie’s tongue tip rimmed the border of my asshole living a trail of saliva and the middle digit of her left hand pierced my orifice. I did the same with her and in a few minutes we were screaming, orgasming and flying up, up, up to space.

We were sated by now and decided to freshen up with a shower before our vaginal linings became to sore (we wanted to save ourselves for later really). We each needed a pre shower wee and I was amazed at how that simply everyday act turned me on when I watched Susie sitting on the toilet with a satisfied half smile on her face, peeing into the bowl. She caught me watching and must have seen the lust in my eyes, or the fact that I was holding myself and trying desperately not to wee on the floor.

“I’m bursting,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t be long.

She held out her hand and said, “I’ll be ages yet darling, come here.”

I took her hand and sat astride her facing her and I must have looked puzzled because her next words were,

“Just let it go Beth, once ago your dad and I played water games occasionally and it can be quite good fun. We’re going to shower it off in a minute anyway.”

My God! My parents had peed on each other!! I was stupefied to say the least!

Susie placed an arm round my waist to stop me falling backwards and her other hand pushed firmly into my lower abdomen, forcing me to wee. I had no choice in the matter then because I just had to go.

Some of it splashed directly into the bowl but I suspect that most of it went onto my mother and mingled with her own. She didn’t orgasm then but I could tell she was on the brink and wondered what possibilities this little kink held for the future. The relief was immense and strangely there was no embarrassment on either side, in fact we had added a new dimension to our lovemaking that would prove to be a sexy “add on” or a starter, but that’s another story entirely.

It was still only 6 pm when Dad rang to say they were playing another round of golf and to ask my mother if she minded him staying until about 9 pm or so. I passed the message on to her and saw her smile as she took the ‘phone from me to speak to him, and true to form, just like a woman, she said she didn’t mind but at some point he would have to make it up to both her and myself. I knew I would never be able to handle a man as easily and confidently as she did, especially because I don’t intend to ever marry or live with a man, Now I knew what at least some of the evening held for us.

“Beth darling?” this from my mother.

“Susie?” I guessed some of what was to come next.

She came close and whispered, though there was no one else to hear her speak.

“Have you ever tried a vibrator darling?” she asked.

I replied that I hadn’t but had often thought about getting one for the both of us.

She took my hand and led me to the master bedroom and those quivering sensations returned as we passed through the door, shedding clothes as a wedding guest would throw confetti.

“These clothes should be able to take themselves off by now,” I mused.

She giggled like a school girl and turned to her bedside cabinet to take something out, bending provocatively as she did so to give me another long look at her glorious rear. If ever there was a woman custom built for erotic sex then it was my mother Susan, and if ever there was a girl that was made for a lady like that, it was me.

She turned round slowly and whatever she was holding was behind her back, and walking slowly towards me she smiled and said,

“Close your eyes and open your mouth. I have a surprise for you.”

I was about to say something when she placed a finger on my lips and hushed me.

“Humour me,” was all she said.

So I did, and with eyes closed and mouth open like a chick being fed I waited expectantly for what she was about to do and the next second I heard a faint buzzing sound and felt a nice soothing tremor in my mouth as she inserted something rather long and round.

“That’s just on low power,” said Susie, “Just imagine what its like turned to high and inside your C…, Oops, inside you down there.”

I imagined and liked what I imagined. “Are you going to demonstrate it then?” I asked cheekily.

“Of course darling,” she replied, and lying on the bed she bade me open her lips for her – and I don’t mean the lips on her face either!

Oh wow, she was as wet as Hell! Sliding that vibrator into her was as easy as breathing and the sight of her doing that to herself turned my knees to jelly.

“Do this for me Betty darling,” she murmured, and I didn’t need asking twice.

Holding the vibrator gently I soon found how to adjust the power and pushed, pulled and turned it inside her like a giant pink, throbbing cock. I thought she needed some extra attention at that point and began to lick her clitoris.

” Good,” she whispered, “Goooood, that’s nice.”

Could I do any more for my lover than this I wondered? Oh yes, I have a spare hand with plenty of spare fingers, so I pushed the longest one as far as it would go into her puckered hole in the ass.

“Oh my God!” she shouted as I pushed and pulled in both her entrances, licking her furiously at the same time.

Push, pull, lick, push, pull, lick, lick until she came and came a second time screaming my name, writhing and bucking, gushing and dribbling, and finally subsiding into a trembling, moaning state of bliss with the vibro still buzzing inside her.

She flattered me when she said that was one of the best orgasms ever for her, and then she said it was my turn next.

I took the position she had occupied only seconds before and closed my eyes in anticipation with parted thighs and bum raised high to help her. It was still warm when she put it into me, slowly at first but firmly, sliding it deeper and deeper until I thought it would touch the inside of my tummy. Oh, oh, oh, oh, but it felt so good buzzing and twisting inside!

There was a fingering sensation around my clit when I had expected a tongue, but it felt wonderful anyway, and even better was the feeling when her hands pushed my bum still higher and her tongue touched my delicate puckered entrance, playing there, just playing….. until the tip of it entered and wriggled around.

I was on the brink anyway by that time but that last little act took me over the edge into oblivion yet again. How many times was that today I wondered briefly before I completely passed out through sheer enjoyment.

“Come on my sweet,” I heard Susie say, “Your dad will be home in a few minutes.”

It seemed only seconds ago that we had been enjoying ourselves so much in the early evening and here I was naked on my parent’s bed and nearly 9 pm!
We heard a car stop in front of the house.

“Oh my god,” Susan said. “It’s your father!”

Susie was showered and dressed and I was still as naked as a babe when we both heard the downstairs door close and my dad’s voice shout to tell us he was home. I scrambled quickly off the bed and scooted to my own room as my mother bundled up my clothes and brought them into me.

She kissed me once more that evening and reminded me that I was still wearing her scent. Dad might smell it too I thought and reluctantly washed it away to leave just a hint of her odour that would last me through the night.

Susie and I are still lovers, will be till death depart us from each other. Because there is an enormous amount of loving and love to do yet.

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