Connie and Becky a Daughters Seduction

My name is Connie. I am a single mother with a sixteen-year-old daughter named Becky. Her father was some guy I met at a party and foolishly took back to my place when I'd had a few too many. He never even knew the result of our one night stand.

With lots of help from my parents, I raised Becky myself... and she turned out beautifully, a bright, sweet-natured girl with a delicious sense of humor, lovely as a autumn morning. Our relationship is very different from that of most mothers and daughters, though. Most people wouldn't understand the special love that Becky and I share, but I consider myself blessed.

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

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

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

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

We were sharing a large blanket in the back yard behind the cabin, taking the sun. I wore my sexiest bikini, pleased that I could still fit into it at thirty-seven, with the top unfastened in back so I wouldn't have lines.

Becky had on a barely-there suit that was practically scandalous; nothing more than a few tiny bits of cloth, leaving her ass more or less bare. The sight of her had me tingling all over, and I was toying with the notion of slipping indoors for a short while to indulge in a little furtive masturbation; perhaps peeking out of the bathroom window at her while I got myself off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

My face buried between her thighs, Becky's fingers tangled in my hair as I licked her shaved slit.

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

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

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

I was taken aback when Becky asked me to turn over, but hesitantly began to do as she said, clutching my unfastened bikini top to cover myself. Then, as I settled onto the blanket, she deftly plucked away the top and cast it aside, baring my breasts.

I was shocked and, truth be told, more than a little bit thrilled to be topless in front of my daughter. There was something in Becky's smile that told me how much she had wanted to do that, to undress me. And that was when I really began to get excited...

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

I knew that I should stop her, but didn't... I couldn't!

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

I was quivering inside, heart pounding frantically. Was my teenage daughter really coming on to me?

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

Then my daughter grasped the waistband of my swimsuit. "Raise your butt, Mom," she cooed, gently tugging.

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

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

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

Then Becky placed a hand on my vulva, and I inhaled sharply. She only giggled. "Oooh, Mom... you're all wet here!"

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

Then Becky drew her hand away, except for one finger that she slowly, oh God so slowly trailed down the length of my slit. Trembling from head to toe, I whispered "H-h-honey..."

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

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

Finally I lay panting, body vibrating like a struck tuning fork as Becky withdrew her hand from between my quivering thighs. I opened my eyes in time to see my daughter bringing those wet fingers to her lips. I couldn't say a word, just stared as she sucked them into her mouth, tasting my essence. She grinned. "You taste great!"

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

Now naked, she knelt beside me, reaching out to take off my sunglasses. "I love you, Mom," she whispered, her eyes warm with adoration as she bent to kiss me.

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

Believe it or not, that instant was when it hit me with blinding clarity: my sixteen-year-old daughter was making love to me! As I saw it, the way Becky had undressed me and fingered my cunt could be chalked up to girlish experimentation. But this ardent French kiss left no room for doubt about what she really wanted.

I'd given birth to Becky; nursed, diapered, comforted, amused, taught and disciplined her. Now a newly ripened woman, she was giving me the most precious of gifts: herself.

I knew that what we were doing was wrong, I really did. But Becky had been my most secret, most obsessive desire for at least a year, and the knowledge that she wanted me as well was too much for my morality to overcome. All I could think about was the joy that she and I could share as lovers, and how much closer this new relationship might bring us.

Furthermore, it was obvious that Becky had done this kind of thing before -- and knowing that my baby was experienced in sapphic love made me all the more eager to explore these forbidden pleasures with her.

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

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

Becky drew away from me to whisper, "Touch me, Mom."

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

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

Becky tore her mouth from mine, gasping, "Oh! Oh Mom yeah, that feels incredible..."

I continued to press my probing digit into my daughter's body, feeling her writhe against me, panting furiously. I hadn't known for sure whether Becky was still a virgin or not, but my finger slid all the way into her, no hymen to obstruct me. I wondered if a boy or another girl had been her first lover.

My finger rolled around inside Becky's pussy as I loved my child in a wonderful new way. She was trembling while I pleasured her, eyes closed, a look of absolute bliss on her face, whispering "I love you, Mom. I love you. God, I love you."

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

I caressed her face, gazing down adoringly at this exquisite young woman, scarcely able to believe that I had brought such a creature into the world. Her eyes never leaving mine, Becky kissed her fingers, then touched them to my lips.

Had any mother ever been so blessed, so loved? Our mouths came together for a brief but luscious moment, our tongues flickering like twinned flames. Then I trailed my lips down to my baby's neck, nibbling at her angel-soft skin. Becky was purring like a contented kitten as I pressed a kiss into the hollow of her throat, then moved down further still.

Her breasts were small, but absolutely flawless, tipped with rosy nipples that were clearly erect. Becky moaned as I took one into my mouth, flicking at the pink bud with a playful tongue. My daughter gently rocked from side to side, cradling my head to her chest, her heart racing almost audibly. I began to lavish attention on her other nipple. "Oh," she breathed, holding me close. "Oh."

Wriggling my way down Becky's body, I licked a path to her belly button to tease it with a flashing probe of the tongue. She squealed with delight, another surge of ecstasy coursing through her limbs.

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

I had enjoyed a fair share of lovers by my age, but the sight of my daughter's glistening sex was a revelation, filling me with a raw lust such as I'd never experienced, never imagined possible. And now I would take her, possess Becky as only a woman truly can.

My hands rested on her thighs as I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of womanly musk. I burned to taste her. Eyes drifting shut, I moved to claim my prize.

My daughter whimpered as my tongue emerged to take that first luxurious lick. She tasted wonderful, and I paused to savor it like a sip of good wine before licking her again.

Becky moaned, her trembling hands holding my head, then she breathed, "Fuck, Mom... that's so... so..."

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

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

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

She exhaled deeply, relaxing back into the embrace of our rumpled blanket. I continued to lightly kiss and nuzzle her thighs, then her soft tummy, those beautiful breasts. Finally, I took this sweet, naked angel into my arms. I could feel Becky's heart throb as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face.

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

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

Becky grinned wickedly. "Mmmm, Mom... I love you too." She shook her head in wonderment. "Holy shit -- that was even hotter than I imagined it would be!"

I narrowed my gaze. "So, sweetheart," I murmured, "that was wonderful and all, but -- well, what just happened? Why did you... come on to me like that? I am your mother, after all."

And Becky giggled. "Well, I kinda started to notice a few months ago how you look at me, especially when I'm in my underwear or, um, not wearing much."

I felt my face grow hot. Busted...

She continued. "And then -- well, I found all those sex stories and pictures of girls on your computer." She smiled wryly. "You don't hide files very well, Mom."

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

"So, well, I read a bunch of the stories, all the ones about mothers and daughters having sex... and I guess I, well, sort of put two and two together."

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

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

I reached for her hand. "How did that make you feel?"

"God, It made me hot as a pistol!" she admitted. "I... I even took off all my clothes and fingered myself, right in front of your computer, thinking about what it would be like to have sex with you."

"Oh, my," I breathed, feeling warm all over as I pictured my daughter, completely naked, masturbating herself as she read steamy tales of mother/daughter love.

"I like girls, too, Mom," she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder. "Me and Cheryl are sort of girlfriends. I mean, we're not in love exactly, but we do like to fool around."

"Oh, my," I said again. Cheryl was Becky's best friend, a redhaired cutie who I had fantasized about more than once when getting myself off. I was thrilled to know that she and my daughter had been intimate.

Becky continued. "So when I figured out that you wanted to do those things with me, Mom... well, all I could think about was how I could make that happen somehow ." She grinned. "That's why I offered to put oil on your back. I was pretty scared, though!"

"Of me being... angry with you?"

She nodded her head. "Yeah."

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

Becky raised her face to mine, her eyes now smoldering with a renewed desire. "I'm happy too, Mom."

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

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

"Mmmm... sounds great!" Becky chirped.

And that's exactly what we did. We had a wonderful time soaping up each other's bodies in the shower, pausing often for hot kisses. Then we toweled one another dry, and Becky raced into my room to hurl herself onto the bed, bouncing happily as she waited for me. I lay down next to her in the cool sheets, and she immediately crushed her mouth to mine with a fervor that had my head reeling.

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

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

"You have a gorgeous pussy, Mom," she sighed. She licked her lips in the sexiest way imaginable, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly lowered her face between my thighs, pressing a warm, wet kiss into my vulva before she began to explore me with her tongue.

We made love for the whole afternoon, celebrating each other's bodies, lost in the pleasures that only lesbian lovers can enjoy. My daughter and I kissed again and again, touched and tasted, learned what pleased each other best. We knew that our life together had changed forever -- and for the better!

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

Vanessa Sabrok:

Sex: Female Age: 38 years Figure: Smooth-skinned, soft-contoured, voluptuous, very desirable and perfectly feminine Complexion: White Voice: High-pitched and pleasant in tone Face: Rounding and nymphish Eyes: Heavy-lidded, large, almond-shaped and blue-green Hair: Silken, soft, ample, platinum-blonde and curls down to ass Bust: 42DD, firm, somewhat sagging and massive Nipples: Brown and puffy Areolae: Brown and large Waist: 29 Hips: 42, wide-curved Ass: Soft and massive Thighs: Creamy-soft and fat Relation with Olivia: Mother Olivia Sabrok: Sex: Female Age: 20 years Figure: Smooth-skinned, soft-contoured and skinny Complexion: White Voice: High-pitched and less expressed in musical tone Face: Rounding and pretty Eyes: Large, almond-shaped and blue-green Hair: Silken, platinum-blonde and curls down to shoulders Bust: 32A, poorly developed Waist: 22 Hips: 31, narrow Ass: Almost flat Thighs: Straight and long Relation with Vanessa: Daughter Note: This erotic narrative is recounted in the words of Olivia Sabrok. While reading it, a reader may feel the ecstatic element of lesbian love that beats into Olivia's heart for her extremely beautiful mother, Vanessa. I love her and I can't say how much I love my darling mother, Vanessa. Everything about her is so appealing, so taking to me; the lustrous curls spilling around her nymphish face, the dimple appearing in her cheeks when she smiles, the cuteness in her soft toned laugh, the stupefying rise and fall of her huge chest when she breathes and the swaying of her wide hips while she walks. (sigh...) One may say I am the girl who is obsessed with her perfectly feminine, nymph of a mother and no doubt, it is one hundred percent true. I think about her all the time when I go to my workplace and she stays at home. I take her with me at every picnic and every party; just to be with her and keep her with me. It makes sense to people that she's the woman who gave birth to me during her late teens. It makes sense to me that she is not only a mother to me but also a "wife" and a submissive sex mate. After my father's death in a car crash, we've been living together just as married couples do. In those days of the tragedy, I wiped her tears and kissed her eyes to show how concerned I was about her. Then I slept with her like my late father did when he was alive. Before his death she used to kiss me on the cheeks and smile at my progress shown in the school reports. After his death I began to kiss her on mouth and she accepted it as the kiss of a lover; because I had changed my role of a daughter to the role as her "husband" on that passionate Saturday night. For an aggrieved woman like her, it was a blessing to be loved so deep, so vivaciously, so passionately. It was so natural being loved by someone who had been living with her for years. That night, mom lay asleep in her stark naked splendor under a sheet on the double-bed and I had approached her with the silent, lustful determination. She seemed to me the prettiest woman in the world when I fingered some stray curls off her beautiful face. I stooped down and showered her face with demanding kisses. That woke her up. She showed reluctation when I pressed my lips upon her full mouth. But then she lay unresisting and closed her eyes in submission as I sucked her full mouth into mine. I wasn't hesitant to remove the sheet and reveal her golden body to my hungry eyes. I had been dreaming to make love to my beautiful mother since long. It came true when I took her sensitive nipples, one after the other, into my mouth. Feeling about my lips pulling on her large nipples, Mom moaned in pleasure and I was encouraged to suck her tits more; but she cried in extreme lust and shudders as I had stretched her delicious cunt to lick it, just as a hungry cat licks the milk. I ate her snatch and probed my tongue into the very canal through which I was propelled to be born in this world, twenty years ago. Mom released her honey into my already open, licking mouth and I felt great pleasure to lap on her cum-coated cunt. Then we slept together, hugging each other in warm embrace. She was content for what I had done to her and I was happy for founding the most beautiful relation between us. After that our life changed to a new dimension. Beforehand we had been living together as siblings, but then we became lovers. From those moments till today I have been making love to my sweetheart as her "man" every night. We have accepted each other as "life partners" and since then none of us has ever dated a man; of course we don't have to. (wink...) For my own pleasure, I'll narrate here a hot carnal scene in a generalized description. I think that's a best way to literalize an account of my attempts for taking my lovely mother to the heights of lust and pleasure. We walk hand in hand into our bedroom. Mom looks gorgeous in a see-through Georgette frock and she wears no undies. I am clothed in a half-sleeve shirt and sort of tight slacks. Instantly we hug each other as I take her waist. Our lips meet in a deliberate, slow kiss and mom moans into my mouth as I roam my hands down to her big ass. We suck each other's lips and our tongues collide together, searching for more areas to explore. My hands squeeze on her big cheeks and she holds the back of my head in response. It seems to be a forceful push that squashes our mouths together in a lip-locking fashion. I am kissing mom's lips as if I am hungry for them, but then pull away to shower more kisses on her neck. She closes her eyes to savor the moment as I continue to lick and kiss her throat. I love everything about my beautiful mother and never hesitate to remove her apparel before love-making; it's variable whether I remain clothed or get naked with her. So I stop kissing her neck and reach up to pull the straps of frock over her shoulders. Mom doesn't stand as a dummy and flexes each of her arms up in the maneuver to help me unstrap the frock. My deft hands pull all of the material down her body without any difficulty. My pussy twitches at the marvelous sight of her nudity. I stare at her beautiful melons rising and falling in breathing. With lusting stare and deliberate move of my hands unto her tits, I approach my mom. She sighs and takes me into her arms but I don't look at her. My gaze is fixed on her mammoth bubbies. I cup them into my hands and feel their delicious firmness, which brings me into the trance. I pinch on her brown nipples and the roughness of their large areolae intoxicates me to stoop before them. I open my mouth unto one of her nipples and begin to suck it. Mom sighs again as I pull her teat into my mouth. Releasing it in that pull, I suck it again and then lick the areola in upward strokes. Mom brushes her fingers into my hair as I take the other nipple into mouth and suck it hard. The nipple is released through my pulling mouth but I suck and lick it with passion again. I continue to nurse on her marvelous tits. My hands roam down her voluptuous body, around the wide hips and then squeeze the big cheeks softly. She kisses the crown of my head and let me suck her nipples until I raise my head to look into her nymphish face. Our lips meet in a deep, sucking kiss and she moans into my mouth, savoring the intimate sensation. I lead mom to our pillowed double bed. We sit on it together and then I push her to lie there on back. She moans as I stroke her thighs. My hands roam over their resilient flesh and gently splay them apart. I settle myself between them and lie face down, atop her. Mom strokes my cheek softly as I stoop to re-suck her nipples. My oral manipulation has hardened them deliciously. This hardness is perceivable, especially when I pull each teat into my mouth. She raises her arms up around her own head while I am sucking and stroking on her huge tits. "Mmmm... Mmmm... yeahh... Oohhh... " Mom moans in pleasure as I continue to suck her nipples, occasionally rolling my tongue over each areola. She screams in agony as I bite on her hardened nipple; but to relieve her of this pain in a jiffy, I pull the nipple into my mouth again. I can hear her sighs and soft moans, which intoxicate and stupefy me in growing lust to suck and kiss her beauteous tits. I release her nipples after pulling them into my mouth and then slide down to lick her belly in slow strokes. My tongue laps on her belly button and I kiss it, pressing my mouth into the soft flesh. Then I kiss further down to her mons and sideways on wide hips. I open my mouth to lick her groins, deliberately ignoring her fragrant flower (sigh...) and continue to kiss the softer insides of each thigh, one after the other. I lick the resilient flesh of her legs in longer strokes down to knees and up to the vertex in reverse until I stop to look at the centre of her passion. "Mmmmm..." Mom moans and moves her voluptuous body as I stroke up the insides of her splayed thighs and put my hands on her shaven cunt. I press my thumbs on the outer labia and pull to stretch them. Pungent smell wafts out of her pussy and it intoxicates me to a lusting stupor. Staring hungrily at her pink cunt I inhale that smell and close my eyes. I can hear her moaning as my breath falls upon the delicious entrance. Keeping her labia stretched apart I open my mouth to slip out the tongue and lick the pink flower in an upward stroke. "AAAHH... MMMM... MMMMM... YEAHH... OH YEAHH... MMMM..." my mother moans aloud as I continue to lap on her dripping cunt. I lick her outer labia and make an upward stroke as my tongue-tip locates the engorged clit. Moving a little, I press my mouth and smack on it. "OHH FUCKKK... AAAHHH" mom screams as I suck her delicious clit. Darting my tongue out, I start to lick the tiny morsel with its tip in quick twirls. "MMMM... OH YEAHHH... YEAHHH... FUCKK... YESSS... MMMM..." She screams continuously as I stop licking her clit and push my tongue so that its tip may make contact to her entrance. I move my tongue into and out of her cunt; its lubricated opening allows an easy entry. Tasting its sweetness, I lick the entrance and without any warning insert two fingers (index and middle of course) into her love canal. I withdraw and insert them in repetition; first slowly then rapidly. I bite on my lip as I am completely engrossed to finger-fuck her without any stop. "YEAHHH... OH YEAHHH... FUCK... YEAHHH... YEAHHH..." I hear my mother scream in pleasure. So I lick her clit and add up the tempo of finger-fucking. I don't stop and she doesn't want me to stop. Her orgasm builds up to peak at the double assault of my fingers. I lick her clit again and suck on it in lust. She raises her hips up and arches her back as I keep on fucking her. Her twitching pussy contracts and sucks on my invading fingers. I know she is about to release her juice and decide to stop the double penetration. Holding her thighs apart, I press my open mouth into her steaming cunt to lap on it feverishly and suck the clit fervently. It works and she shakes as the orgasm hit her hard. She screams and raises her hips into my hungry mouth which is ready to receive her abundant, creamy juice. I suck her twitching inner labia to drink the honeyed juice and then lick her petals clean as some of the cum is shed on them. For some time after her release, mom lies lax. Her legs are still splayed as I lick on her cunt and stroke her soft thighs along. She hisses as I press my mouth upon her cunt-petals and inhale the fresh smell of orgasm. After lapping on her pussy, I slide up to kiss her belly and lick both of her bubbies. Pulling each nipple into my mouth for once, I slide up further until my face levels with mom's. I stare into her heavy-lidded eyes and kiss them. We are in rapture as my lips press on her full mouth. While we suck each other's lips, I decide to get naked and fuck her with my strap-on. I say my mother to turn on her belly. She complies as I take off my clothes and settles her hips on the pillow to keep her bottom raised. I fish out an 11" rubber cock from the night-stand and strap it on quickly at my narrow hips. I turn my eyes to look at mom's fleshy bottom. Lust twitches through my pussy as I stare at her big cheeks and reach out to stroke them. I hear Vanessa's soft moans of pleasure, which heightens in pitch as I stoop down to press my face into her ass crack. Those moans and sighs are audible enough to stimulate me and I open my mouth to lick her ass cheeks in slow strokes. I push her huge buttocks apart to get a look at the puckered anus. The pungent hole is brownish and smaller than her pussy. I push my tongue there to taste its sourness. The tip probes into her tight opening and then licks it in swift strokes. My mother moans aloud as I lick her anus and coat it with saliva. To lubricate mom's rectum, I spit the saliva continuously into her anus and then get up slapping on her big bottom. My cock stands erect and ready to pass an entry. So I insert it through mom's anus and push it into her lubricated rectum. After withdrawing it, I push it again into her. "Aaahh... Mmmm... Mmmm... " my mother moans, raising her head up and enjoying the assault at her rear. I slap on her buttocks as I continue to fuck her from behind, pushing the cock deeper into her intestine. I bite on my lip as I thrust into her again and again. "OOHHH... MMMM... FUCKKK... YEAHH... OHHH... " She cries out her pleasure, for I have increased my momentum. Her voice quivers as I make forceful, savage thrusts into her. I hold her wide hips tight and slap her buttocks to keep on my pace. She screams as I add up to the harshness of my thrusts. I feel a ripple inside my loins. It gives me a shudder and I stop fucking my mother in rear. Acting quick on my decision of switching the entries, I withdraw my cock and tell mom to lie on her back. She is a best sub and complies to me without a moment's delay. I hold her legs wide apart and push them up. My tip touches with her inviting cunt and she hisses as the strap-on slides easily through it. Here I restart the thrusts in slow pace and add up to their momentum, push by push. I move my hips faster than before and her beautiful face contorts in lust as I go deeper into her. "AAAHH... AAAHH... FUCKK... OH YEAHH... FUCKK... MMMM... " Mom cries aloud. Her voice cuts into quivers as I make a hard push into her. I raise my tempo to fuck her, deeper each time. My eyes are shut tight and I bite my lip. The pleasure ripples through my canal and I add up to my speed. Mom hugs me tight as I push the strap-on into her very depths with all the might I can muster. She scratches on my naked back due to the pleasure wave, which courses through her spine. I feel the same way myself; the lust pulsates to its peak into my love canal. "FUCK I'M CUMMMMMMING... OHH FUCK... HARDER... YES... YESSSSS... " Mom screams out as she reaches her orgasm. With one mightiest push, I cry aloud and explode out my release in an instant. Mom shuts her eyes tight and shudders as the honey oozes out of her quivering pussy. I can't feel the twitching of her cunt around my lifeless hardness but I can tell it is squeezing on the cock; because she is heaving and exhaling forcefully into my face, passing under the shakes of intense release. Much of our vitality is lost after that bout of passionate fucking. I slide down to lie beside my mother. For many silent minutes we lie together, doing nothing else. Then we shift on the bed to face and smile at each other in a warm embrace. Before going into another fuck, I kiss mom on lips and she kisses me back. Then I mount atop her voluptuous body to lick and slobber on her front all over. I pull her nipples into my mouth to lubricate her love canal and push her thighs wide apart to lick her sensitive perineum. Pushing my open mouth into her labia, I lap on their pink insides and lick on the ultra sensitive clit. She moans and screams out her lust which is released from her cunt into my open mouth. I love to drink her sweet juice and lap on her cum-soaked labia. Then I position myself between her thighs and push the 11" rubber cock into her cunt, which slides easily through the lubricated walls. The fuck continues in rapturous thrusts... Whatever I have recorded here can't have an ending. I fuck my mother daily. I lick and suck her daily. We are content to have each other. We can't live without each other. We will make love to each other all our life and there is no stop to that. Ah well! It's too late to say anything more. And speaking of fucking my mom, I've to join her in bed now (wink...) Good night friends!

This is a story from Lush

My Mother's Plaything

Tags: mother, daughter, dom/sub, spanking

I am my mother's lesbian sex toy, and I love it... wanna know what it's like?

My lover Sera and I are relaxing together after a satisfying fuck in the dorm room we share. Her strap-on cock rests on the end table, still glistening from a very intense workout.

She smiles winsomely and murmurs, "Hey, Kris... tell me about your mother again."

"What about her?" I play it coy, lifting an eyebrow.

Sera scowls. "You know, girl. The things you guys do together."

"Jesus," I laugh. "You can't get enough of hearing that, can you?" I glance at her breasts, still showing signs of the playful love bites I'd left on them.

Sera flashes me a bad-bitch grin. "It gets me hot." She slowly runs a hand up my thigh in a way that is clearly intended to stoke my passion all over again. It's working, too.

I place a hand upon Sera's, halting her in mid-stroke. "Sure, babe, I'll tell you, but please -- stop doing that, or I'll never finish."

She holds up both hands in surrender, smiling wryly. "Ho-kay... I'll be merciful. For now, at least."

I lean in to kiss her luscious mouth, then whisper, "You can fuck me again when I'm done..."

Sera's eyes seem to penetrate my soul. "Huh. You just let me worry about where and when we fuck." She lies back, cupping her breasts.

I study her thoughtfully. "Remember when I first told you... about me and Mom?"

"Do I ever!" she grins. "I also remember how nervous you were."

I nod. "That's true. I've never told anyone that, you know. I was scared that you might, well, freak out. Maybe even get pissed at me."

Sera laughs. "Not even close. I was so fucking turned on that I couldn't get you naked fast enough." She slips into my arms, and we kiss hungrily. Lost in my passion for her, I reach down to cup my lover's ass, pressing my thigh between hers. She is already wet, ready for action.

But then she pushes me away, a determined look on her pixie-like face. "No, not yet. Tell me about you and your mother... then we play."

I wince. "God, you are brutal." Rolling onto my back, I sigh, "But I always do what you want, don't I? Hell, I might as well be back at home with Mom."

Sera licks her lips. "You love it, though." She reaches out to take the tip of my breast between two fingers. "And you should know better than to talk back to me like that, girlie."

Her fingers pinch my nipple hard, and I gasp, seeing stars. Jesus, I felt that right down to my clit. In fact, it had nearly been enough to make me come. That's why I was so smitten by Sera -- she could play my body like a virtuoso.

I stare at her, unable to speak, hoping that she would give my other nipple the same treatment.

Instead, she rolls onto her back, placing both hands behind her head. "Enough fun and games, babe... it's story time." Her voice is low and seductive, but something in Sera's tone makes it clear that she means to be obeyed. "C'mon, honeypie, let's hear all about your mother. The way things are when you go home."

So I tell her.

*****

I'm sprawled across my bed, idly reading a book of poetry. Rainer Maria Rilke, actually, from his Sonnets to Orpheus: a poem called "Spanish Dancer," that I find almost unbearably erotic. I press my thighs together, drinking in the words.

...she twirls the floating skirts with daring art into a whirlwind of consuming flame...

That's when you walk into my room, wearing a white see-through nightgown. My reading is suddenly forgotten as I see the look in your eyes -- that special look, the one that says Mom's in the mood for loving.

Slowly I rise to stand before you, heart hammering in my chest, the book falling unnoticed to the floor.

Your eyes burn into mine as you take my hand, holding it for a moment, your thumbnail lightly scratching against my palm. Then the breath is wrenched from me when, with a sudden hard tug, you pull me against your body, taking my gasping mouth in a kiss that quickly becomes hot, urgent.

I wrap trembling arms around your waist as you thrust a probing tongue between my lips, your stiffened nipples pressing against me through the gauzy material of the nightie. Then you break away. Your lips, now moist from kissing, curl into a knowing smile.

"Hello, my sexy little angel... how are you?" you say softly, a fire banked deep in your eyes.

"Better... now that you're here, Mommy." I answer shyly.

You draw me to you for another probing kiss, all the while rubbing your full, round breasts against my slighter ones . Your tongue explores my mouth as you reach down for the hem of my Pixies t-shirt, then pull it up and off, carelessly letting it drop before your mouth claims mine again. I feel your fingers brush my nipples, making them tingle. This erotic spell you cast upon my body never fails to excite me, and I moan into our kiss.

You abruptly pull away, leaving me tottering on quivering legs as you stand before me: my strong, beautiful mother. Oh, Mommy, I adore you.

"Undress me, Kris," you demand.

With shaking fingers I slip the straps of the nightie down over your shoulders, baring the creamy orbs of your breasts. You shrug the garment to the floor and step from it, leaving you nude but for a pair of black panties that are tied together at your right hip.

I reach for the string to undo the knot, but you stop me with a firm hand on my arm.

"Not yet," you say. "Kiss my nipples first... lick them." As you speak, you clutch the back of my head and pull me into you, drawing my face into the jasmine-scented warmth of your breasts.

There is no need for you to force me to pleasure you, as my mouth is already watering to taste your rosy nipples, yearning for the thrill of feeling them respond as I suckle. Somehow, though, your roughness always makes it better, makes me need you all the more.

I kiss wildly at the soft flesh of your breasts. Then your grip relaxes, and I can now suck a taut nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles around the pink bud before I switch to the other, repeating the process. Then I run my tongue over the pert tips of your breasts one at a time, licking them with all the love in my heart.

Suddenly you push me roughly onto the bed. I lie there trembling, wanting you so badly I can taste the very need within me, tart and sharp.

With a knowing smile, you grasp the waistband of my gym shorts and slide them down and off, revealing my jet-black thong, the one you bought for me last month. Then stepping back, you undo the tie that fastens your panties and peel away the skimpy garment with a single gesture, leaving your body completely bare.

A whimper escapes my lips at the sight of your naked beauty, especially the honey-hued thatch between your thighs that I worship.

Kneeling next to me, you slide your hand inside my thong, seeking my wetness -- and finding it. Though you say nothing, I can tell you are pleased to feel how excited I am.

The tip of your finger slowly slides along the length of my shaved slit. I gasp from your touch, balling my hands into fists, and you slip that finger into my vagina as you climb on top of me, taking my lips in a crushing kiss. The weight of you upon me is exquisite. I suck at your tongue as it explores my mouth, my body rocking in time to that probing finger as you work it in and out, in and out.

Then I moan in sweet agony as you withdraw from me, delaying my pleasure. You bring the moist finger to my lips.

"Suck it," you order. I do so, loving the taste.

Rising to your feet, you murmur, "Good girl," then slowly tug the thong down my quivering legs, leaving me naked but for my socks.

Slowly, you kneel between my thighs and lightly kiss what you know is yours, fully aware of how thrilled I get when, without warning, you become gentle. And when that happens, I wait for the harder, forceful loving that, sure as night follows day, is to come.

A tiny cry escapes me as your lips tenderly brush against my throbbing vulva... and then you suddenly cover it with your mouth as if you intend to consume me whole, licking, nibbling and sucking at my bare slit. I buck crazily in response, breath hissing through clenched teeth, grabbing at the sheets as the sensations that race through me grow in intensity.

In the midst of ecstasy my lips silently form the single syllable: cunt. Outside this bedroom, you frown on me using coarse language, but here and now, the hard sound that names the warm, secret place between my thighs is a poem of purest love. I mouth the word again: cunt.

Your mouth glides up to the very top of my slit to take the clitoris between your lips, the fleshy key that unlocks the magical place inside my body where all the best feelings are. I freeze, head thrown back, all but forgetting to inhale -- then you nibble gently at the pink pearl.

An searing flash of white fire roars through my frame, and I can feel my back arch in response as an orgasm consumes me whole. "Oh Mommy yes! I'm c-coming!" I scream.

I am lost to you. My body is yours to command, and you take me over a rollercoaster of ecstasy that seems to wrench me this way and that. Every time the pleasure seems to diminish, a kiss or lick from your loving mouth has me gasping in renewed delight. Finally you raise your head from my sex, licking your red, red lips. Through a blissful haze, I hear you laugh lightly at your conquest.

Lying down beside me, you pull me to you and kiss me roughly, letting me taste myself. My tongue emerges to circle your mouth. Finally you pull away, smiling at me in a significant way.

I know that look, know what it means... and I shiver in anticipation.

"My, my, what a firecracker you are, sweetheart," you purr. Then your tone shifts, becoming hard. "But I didn't give you permission to come, did I?"

I blush, averting my gaze. You grab my chin, forcing my face up to yours.

"Don't look away from me," you say, with that quiet, dangerous tone that makes me feel all trembly inside. "You know that you're my plaything. Mommy's love toy, to do with as she sees fit." My heart races as I shakily nod my head. "Say it!" you snap.

"Yes, Mom," I say, voice thick with excitement, "I -- I am your toy..."

"That's right," you say, reaching down to pinch my left nipple. I let out a moan of pain. Or pleasure, it's hard for me to say which.

"Turn over and lie across my lap. Mommy has to punish you now," you murmur. I'm tingling from head to toe, thinking of what is to come.

I squirm around to assume the position, stretched across your naked thighs, burying my face in the cool haven of the sheets. I lie submissively, sex throbbing as I ready myself.

"Now, Kris... Mommy's going to spank your hot little ass," you tell me. "You'll get five smacks for coming without my permission... and five more because it pleases me to see your beautiful bottom turn red."

"Oh no, Mommy! Please -- that's too much!" I sob, not meaning it for a second.

"Silence, girl!" you hiss. "You know your cunt will be dripping when I'm done."

Then you begin.

The feeling of your hand against my bare bottom is incredible, each slap an explosion of pure pleasure. I wail out loud with each stroke, as if I really were in agony. You continue to spank me, taking your time, making every blow count. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I feel my buttocks jiggle with every smack of your hand. I'm clutching the sheet tightly, biting my lip until the spanking is over, trying not to let myself come again.

Finally the last delicious blow is struck... and I lie there, spread across your lap, sobbing with delight and trying to make it sound more like pain.

"Shhhh, honey," I hear you say, and feel you tenderly caress my sore bottom. "What an obedient girl you are," you croon as your hand slips between my slightly parted thighs. You were right, of course -- my cunt is dripping. "Mmm... that's my little love." I moan and move against your fingers as they explore the folds of my pussy, finding clear evidence of wantonness.

My need for orgasmic release has renewed itself with a vengeance, as if you hadn't just brought me off minutes ago. But now it's your turn, Mommy. I can sense what you need, what you want. You're now ready for me to bring you off, eager for the forbidden caress of my mouth.

First, of course, I must ask permission to please you.

"Please, Mommy," I meekly implore, "please, may I have a treat?" I so desperately want to show you my love. The rich scent of your sex thickens the air. It tantalizes me, drives me wild.

You turn me over on my back and crawl up to kneel above my face. You straddle my head and lower your pussy to within inches of my mouth -- but then you pause, just out of reach of my lips. I cry out in frustration, my mouth watering for you.

"Beg me," you simply say, a stern note in your voice. And I do.

"Oh please," I gasp. "Please let me taste your pussy, Mommy. I'll be such a good girl, I'll do anything you say! Please, Mommy, I adore you... I want to love you so much."

Satisfied, you lower your cunt to my already open mouth. I press a kiss into your wet heat , thick pubes tickling my nose as my lips part and my tongue emerges to slip inside you.

"That's it, lick my pussy. Oh, yes. Just -- ooh -- like a good girl should," you gasp.

I make love to your flower, rolling my tongue around inside. Then I trail my way up to the clitoris, teasing it with a few light licks, then back down to lap at your cunt once more. You are flowing freely, the creamy fluids coating my lips and chin.

I eat you for a long while, slaking a thirst of mine for your pussy that seems to have no limit. The taste of you is ambrosia, the warmth of your sex against my mouth a lover's caress. I wish I had the strength to pleasure you for days on end.

After a few minutes of my oral loving you are about to come, I can feel it. But before that can happen you stop me, then turn around and face the other way, your apple-round ass right above my mouth.

Your hands reach down to part both cheeks, revealing the cleft of your anus. "Now my asshole," you breathe.

Without hesitation I dive in, licking and kissing at your crack, my tongue gliding up and down between your buttocks.

"Ooohhh... now, p-put your fingers inside me!" you demand.

I reach around your body, my hand blindly seeking, then finding your cunt. I wriggle two digits into you, deep as I can get them to go.

"Fuck me, Kris!" you moan, your hips already starting to pump against my thrusting hand. I happily oblige.

My tongue presses into the sweet star of your anus in a hopeless attempt to enter the rectum. I can never fully penetrate you -- your asshole is too tightly clenched for that -- but you love the way it feels when I try.

I recall how shocked I was the first time you ordered me to lick you there, even though I had already tasted your pussy before and loved it. Of course, my hesitation only made you all the more determined to have your way. So you pushed me onto my back, then pressed your ass into my face, speading your buttocks to reveal the dark pink jewel that awaited the caress of my tongue.

Needless to say, I quickly came to love rimming you. Something about it seemed so wild, so downright nasty, that it thrilled me more than any of the taboo games we played. I remember thinking about it the next day while with my Women's Studies group, wondering how the other girls would react if I suddenly told them, I licked my mother's asshole last night.

My fingers pump in and out of your pussy, my tongue circles your rosebud, and your body trembles atop mine while I pleasure your two holes until, once more, you are very near to orgasm. But again you withdraw from me, climbing off to kneel by my side.

I picture how I must look at this instant: dazed, lips parted, the whole lower half of my face wet with womanly fluids. I can only hope that the sight pleases you.

Then you bend down to whisper to me, your lips brushing my ear. "I want to fuck your ass now, girl... get up and on your knees."

I quickly assume a kneeling position, presenting my bottom to you. My buttocks are still warm from spanking, and I shiver as you gently stroke them with your long, elegant fingers. They slip in between to tease my anal cleft, and I sigh blissfully as how nice that feels.

But you have other plans for my ass -- and I hold myself stock-still as you carefully mount me, draping one leg over me to rest your cunt against my crack. I can feel your pubic fur grazing my cheeks, tickling my anus... and wait with bated breath for you to fuck me, like you promised.

My face is pressed into the pillow as you begin to move, working your sex into my butt with small strokes that gradually grow larger as you find a rhythm. I love the weight of you upon me; love the feeling of your hot, wet flesh crushing into my outthrust ass; love the warmth of your thick juices, oozing into my crack, then slowly trickling down my quivering thighs; love the harsh sound of your rasping breath as you take me.

"I'm fucking you, Kris," you pant, slipping a hand around my body to stroke my nipples to aching stiffness. "Do you like being fucked by your mother?"

"Yes," I gasp, "yes, Mommy. I love it -- love when you fuck me." It's amazing how potent the word fuck is when you're saying it in the heat of lesbian incest. I savor the taste of it on my lips, stammering, "Fuck me, M-Mommy... ooooh, fuck me harder!"

Instead, your body comes to a rest, and the moist fire of your sex is taken from me. I might be disappointed, if I wasn't aware that you had yet to climax. Instead, my excitement only continues to simmer as I wonder: what game does she want to play now?

"On your back," is all you say. I quickly comply.

You tower above me, a vision of strength and beauty. As ever, I'm smitten with adoration by the sight, desperately eager to give you anything, everything you want.

You caress my cheek, and a surge of pleasure wafts through me at this token of affection. "I want to try something new, Krissy," you murmur, transfixing me with your gaze. "All you have to do is lie there."

You move up to the head of the bed and slowly straddle my head. I raise myself from the pillow, lips parting as I move in to place an open-mouthed kiss upon your cunt. But you stop me, firmly grasping my shoulder.

"No," I hear you say. "Don't move... stay completely still -- that's what I want." I lie back again, detecting the fierce need in your voice. "I'm going to fuck your face, girl. If you behave, and let me have my way, perhaps Mommy will give you a special treat."

I lie quietly, heart thudding in my chest. I wasn't sure exactly what you were about to do to me, only that you didn't want me to move. But oh, Mommy, if you only knew how hard it was to lie beneath you, gazing up at the glistening pinkness of your cunt nestled within that tuft of brown curls, breathing deeply of your luscious scent and needing to take you in my mouth, but not permitted to do so...

Then your hot, wet flesh descends onto my face, pressing against my closed lips. I hear you gasp as your hips shift, and you rub yourself languidly along the line of my jaw. The thick essence coats my mouth and chin, moistening my cheeks as you wield your pussy like a paintbrush. Panting with lust, you lower herself more firmly onto me, working your sex up and down the lower half of my face. Even my nose gets buried in your liquid heat.

A shudder of pleasure runs through your body, sparking a similar reaction in me. I open my eyes to gaze up the magnificent height of you, head thrown back, frantically groping your breasts. Now you are grinding your cunt into my face, fucking me just like you said -- there really is no other word for it.

Your vagina is so wet that it squishes as you rock against my mouth, and my nostrils fill with the rich aroma of your sex. The scent intoxicates me, makes my head reel.

As you ride me, I can hear you speak. "Oh, yes, Krissie... let Mommy fuck your precious little mouth... my sweet fuck toy... feel h-how wet my cunt is for you... oh, God yes, my baby lets m-me fuck her so -- so good... oh, yes. Oh. Oh -- my -- f-f-f-fucking GOD--"

And suddenly you start to convulse and buck atop me, coming all over my face. I'm soaked from you, lips dripping with the warm wine that still flows from your vagina. I can barely breathe, but don't care. I want you here, sitting on my face, using me as an instrument of pleasure, blessing me with your climax.

Your pleasure hits an unimaginable peak, and a choked scream escapes your lips... then you slowly relax on top of me, slumping to one side but still perched upon my face. "Kiss me," you whisper, "kiss my pussy, angel."

I understand what you need from me now -- gentle loving, nothing too intense -- so I nestle between your thighs, tenderly kissing your sex. Soft, childish kisses.

Then my face is suddenly bathed in coolness as you raise yourself from me, then bend down to kiss my mouth, humming with delight as you lick the wetness from my lips. You sit up to gaze down upon me, and my heart soars as I take in the pleased expression on your face.

"Well done, lover," you purr, crawling between my spread legs. "You were a good girl, so here is the treat I promised."

You lower your face to me and take my cunt into your mouth, pressing your tongue inside . I'd been so occupied in pleasuring you that I had almost forgotten how desperately my own body was crying out for release. But you knew, didn't you, Mommy?

With your wonderful mouth you honor me, give your daughter the sweet, sweet gift of a mother's love -- and suddenly I am coming so hard that I actually black out for a few seconds.

When I come to, I'm cradled in your arms. The fever of your violent lust is now broken, and now all is warmth and tenderness between us. My mother, my lover. My goddess.

"I love you, Mommy," I whisper.

You roll over, drawing me into your embrace. "I love you too, my beautiful child," you sigh, caressing me all over. Your mouth seeks out mine, and we gently kiss.

We spend the rest of the night cuddled together. Then in the morning, I awaken to the sight of your adoring eyes, gazing into mine. You reach out to touch the tip of my nose, then we hug one another tightly. No words are needed.

We share a bath, lovingly washing away the evidence of last night's loving from each other's bodies, then pad hand in hand into the kitchen to make breakfast, the two of us still naked.

As we feast on pancakes, eggs and bacon, we chat about the neighbors, my classes, celebrity gossip, and the weird noise that your car makes whenever you take it on the highway. Except for the fact that you and I aren't wearing a stitch of clothing, we could be any average mother and her college-age daughter.

Two hours later, you drive me to the train that will take me back to campus, sixty miles away. We exchange adoring glances and whispered endearments the whole way to the station.

And as you hug me just before I board the last car on the train, your hand snakes beneath my skirt to quickly touch me between the legs. "Something to remember me by," you smile.

As the train pulls away from the station, I peer from the window to see you wave at me from the platform. My sex still tingles from that brief touch, and I find myself wishing I'd waited another day before returning to school, already hungry for more of our forbidden games. Leaning back in my seat, I tell myself, Ah well, there's always next weekend.

*****

"Jesus," gasps Sera, her head hitting the pillow next to mine, "you nearly suffocated me, babe!"

"Sorry, c-couldn't help it," I pant. "That... that thing you do to my clit, where you pinch it with your lips... Jesus, it sets me off like a, a fucking volcano!"

Sera rests her chin just above my breasts, hitting me where it counts with those bedroom eyes. "Oh... that just shows how much I get into hearing you talk about your mother, sugarbuns. Brings out the nasty little girl in me." She licks her lips, now sticky with my essence.

I lazily stretch my limbs. "Mmmmmm... good, 'cause I do loooove that nasty little girl."

She studies me thoughtfully for a moment, then softly says, "And you two still fuck every weekend -- you and your mom."

"Yeah," I reply. "Well... sort of. I'm still Mom's plaything, after all -- she fucks me."

Lying back, Sera places both hands behind her head, staring dreamily at the ceiling. "God, I don't know why thinking about that gets me so damn hot." She snickers. "I wouldn't fuck my mother with a dog's cock. 'Course, she's a hoity-toity society cunt."

"Is she good looking, at least?" I query, rolling over to nuzzle the soft hair that grows under Sera's arms, now somewhat moist from her workout between my legs. God, she smells great.

She shrugs. "After about half a million bucks of cosmetic surgery, she looks like a plastic doll to me. Hey, stop tickling!" She shoves me away from her armpit, then nods toward the snapshot of Mom propped on my desk. "Your mom is way sexier than mine could ever be... I'd let her do me any old day."

I grin. Time to spring the surprise I've been saving up since this morning.

"You really mean that?" I murmur.

Sera sits up, lifting an eyebrow as she studies me intently. "Well... yeah. Sure. Why d'ya ask?"

I lie back, languidly placing a hand over my cunt. "I called Mom this morning, just after class. Told her about you and me."

"Um... so, what did she say?" Sera is trying her best to keep her voice cool and casual, but I'm not fooled -- I can sense her rising interest.

Oh, she wants to meet you," I purr, teasing my slit with a fingertip. "She said, and I quote, 'I want to get to know this little friend of yours. Bring her home with you this weekend'."

Her mouth drops slightly open as she digests this little tidbit of information, then she hesitantly asks, "Um, when you say she wants to 'get to know' me -- you mean...?"

"Come on, Sera." I fire back. "You know exactly what I mean. My mother wants to fuck you."

I wish I had a camera at that moment, to capture the thunderstruck expression on my lover's face. "Ho-lee shit," she whispers. "So... well, what does that involve, exactly?"

I roll my eyes. "It involves fucking, babe."

Exasperated, she retorts, "Look, Kris. You can't just -- just drop that in my lap with no explanation. I mean..." Sera pauses, fumbling for the right words... not something she has to do often, believe me. "Okay, let me put it this way. What do I need to know before going on this little holiday to do the nasty with you and your mother?"

"Well, you'll have to leave that take-charge personality of yours behind," I murmur. "In my home, there's only room for one top bitch, and that's Mom. She calls the shots."

Sera mused, then nodded. "Okay... sure. Hell, it sounds kinda interesting, being a bottom for a change." She gazes evenly at me. "I might have to be a little... hard on you, after we get back. Can't have you forgetting who's top bitch in our relationship, can we?"

I'm feeling a low throbbing, deep down in my cunt. "Seems fair," I meekly reply.

Sera lies back, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Anything else I should know?"

I edge closer to my lover, already thinking about going down on her again. "Yeah. Whatever clothes you have that make you look the youngest? Pack those. Mom's way into the little-girl look. And, um, speaking of which... you need to shave your pussy."

She sighs. "Yeah, I s'pose that makes sense." Twisting her neck to peer at me, she points at the tuft of hair in her left armpit. "Do I have to lose this, too?"

"Dunno," I shrug. "Guess you can leave it for now. Mom might order you to shave it off, though. And don't even think of telling her no if she does."

"Damn... your mother is one serious dom, huh?"

"Serious as a heart attack, babe."

Sera props herself up on an elbow, facing me. "There's one thing I want to know. How sure were you that -- well, that I'd go along with this little lesbian orgy?"

"Pretty sure," I answer.

She nibbles her lower lip thoughtfully. "Well... what if I'd said no? Told you that your mother could go pound sand up her ass?"

I laugh. "Oh, I'd get you to come along somehow. I have to bring you home, she said so!"

Her eyes narrow. "You have to?"

"Yeah." With that, I reach for Sera and roll onto my back -- pulling her on top of me, where she belongs. Gazing deep into my lover's eyes, I slowly lick my lips. "Mommy's orders."

*****

This story is affectionately dedicated to my recently acquired friend Helen Bunny, for being a delightful person in general. May your paths be carpeted with rose petals, dear lady.