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Janet Abruzzi had been divorced for 10 years. Her
marriage had been stormy at best, but when her husband George, had gotten
wind of an affair Janet was having with his business partner's wife he
became livid with jealousy and anger and set about to gather proof with an
aim to dumping her and getting custody of the children. Janet had always
been a little too wild for his tastes anyway, and now seemed like a good
time to make the split he felt was in his and the children's best
interests.
George's religious fervor led him to believe that Janet was evil and a bad
influence on the children. At one point George got the opportunity through
subterfuge and actually walked in on his wife and her girlfriend while
they were sexually engaged and at that point demanded an immediate
divorce.
Following a bloody court battle during which George won custody of the
children, but which allowed his wife visitation rights, Janet moved from
Chicago to a small suburb of Los Angeles and got a good job selling real
estate. There she started a new life and became active in a number of
civic activities in addition to her successful business ventures. Although
she never again married she did continue a number of relationships with
both men and women. During this period the three children, two girls and
two boys, all finished school and left home.
Karen Lubanski, Janet's younger daughter was now married and living with
her husband, Harold, in Chicago. It had been more than 3 years since Janet
and Karen had seen one another although she talked on the phone almost
every week with Karen as she did with the other three children.
Karen's husband was in the service and had just been shipped overseas for
his third six-month tour of duty. That wouldn't have been a problem except
that Karen had just had her first baby 3 months previously. Sensing this
could cause some problems, Karen's husband suggested they invite her
mother to come stay with her while he was away. That's how this all began.
Karen was 12 years old when her parents divorced and she continued to live
with her father who was granted custody. Her father was a strict catholic
and continued Karen's upbringing in this manner sending her to parochial
schools. It wasn't until she was 16 and almost graduated from high school
that Karen was even allowed out on a date.
As such, sex with boys was not a major activity in her life. On the other
hand, however, she had discovered the solitary vice at the age of 14 and
engaged in that practice on a regular basis. It was a sort of skeleton in
her closet which she looked upon as evil but necessary. She first learned
about masturbating through reading about it in the pornography her
brothers used to hide in their closet and which she would sometimes sneak
into when no one was around. She also read about it in the teenage sex
manual her father had given her.
Being shy, she decided against asking her father about the subject and
turned instead to her sister, Catherine, who was 3 years older than she.
Catherine, the bold one in the family, went beyond mere words in
explaining the subject to Karen and proceeded to demonstrate what for her
it was all about and how to do it. That's all it took. Karen tried it and
was hooked from the first time. She found it exciting and relaxing.
The downside, however, was that it left her with a sense of guilt which
the nuns at school had instilled in her about sex - especially
masturbation, a mortal sin. No matter, she thought, every once in a while
I just have to do it or go crazy. In addition to this, her mother had
taken the opportunity on a number of occasions during summer visits to
discuss sex with her and finally managed to dispel the idea that Karen's
masturbating was sinful and immoral.
Having been assured that she wasn't crazy and that it was a healthy,
normal practice, Karen pursued masturbating regularly. It was the one
thing in her life that was wholly her own and she enjoyed the
secretiveness of it. She would often revel in the idea that she, known as
a quiet, retiring and shy young woman, could be so wanton and abandoned as
to engage in jacking herself off.
Who would imagine such a thing! On the whole, Karen considered herself
just ordinary with the usual likes and dislikes of a normal teenager as
she perceived a normal teen to be. One instance, however, left an
indelible mark on her memory and was to make her question her so-called
normality and ultimately change her life.
As a new wife a whole new world of joy was opened up for her. Her husband
was a gentle and ardent lover and led her into a new area in her life that
she found wholly pleasurable and fulfilling and although she continued to
masturbate regularly her main sexual activity was centered around her
husband - in person and in fantasy. Still, there was one dark corner in
the sexual part of her life that she kept buried and wouldn't dream of
discussing with anyone. When she was 17, Karen had spent her last regular
summer vacation under court order with her mother in California. It was
during this visit that Karen got a glimpse of a very disturbing and
puzzling side of her nature.
Late one evening during that visit, Karen returned home from down the
street where she had been visiting with the neighbors. She entered the
house quietly thinking her mother was asleep and not wanting to disturb
her. When she got upstairs and was tip-toeing past her mother's bedroom
she happened to notice through the half opened door that the bed stand
lamp was on and the room was bathed in a soft subdued light. She thought
that maybe her mother was just reading before going to sleep, but a soft,
low moaning sound gave her the impression that her mother might be ill.
Growing concerned she decided to see if there was anything she could do in
case her mother needed help. As she silently stuck her head around the
side of the door and peeked into the room she was greeted with a most
unexpected sight which shook her greatly. There, in plain view, was her
mother sitting astride the thighs of another woman approximately her
mother's own age that she had never seen before. Karen was so dumbfounded
by the spectacle that she was unable to move. Both women were completely
naked and obviously under the spell of great sexual arousal. As she stood
there staring she became aware of the almost overpowering aroma of perfume
mixed with sex odor. She also noticed with surprise that she was getting
very sexually excited - it was the first time in her life that she had
ever witnessed other people having sex live.
As Karen remained rooted to the spot watching intently, her mother used
the thumbs and fingers of both hands to roughly pull and twist her turgid
nipples while the woman she was straddling reached up and cupped her
breasts in her hands from underneath and squeezed them. Suddenly and
without warning her mother turned her head and looked directly at Karen.
Her expression was one of such animal lust that Karen would never forget
it. She was mortified and wanted to run, but as if in a nightmare she was
totally powerless to move.
As mother and daughter continued to stare at each other Janet began to cum
and her body went absolutely rigid as the orgasm hit its zenith. She did
not avert her eyes, however, and this had the effect of keeping Karen's
gaze locked to hers. As the powerful waves of climax began to surge
through her Janet once again began to manipulate her nipples as her body
started to spasm over its entire length. The orgasm finally began to
subside and her mother flopped forward on the other woman and began to
fiercely kiss her thus breaking the visual spell with Karen who then
gathered all her strength and turning, stole off down the hall to her own
room on rubbery, shaky legs.
Her movements slow and deliberate, as if in a trance, Karen removed her
clothes and crawled under the sheets naked without bothering to put on her
the nightgown she usually wore. She then became consciously aware of how
sexually aroused she was. She was astounded to discover that her cunt was
flooded with a massive effusion of juice.
Without giving it another thought, she lowered one hand to her sopping
pussy and furiously masturbated herself to a thunderous orgasm as she used
her other hand to yank and pull on one of her swollen nipples. The vision
of her mother's lovely face twisted gruesomely in sexual rut swam before
her tightly clenched eyelids as her orgasm ripped through not only her
body but her very soul as well. Immediately, her entire being literally
dove into an exhaustive sleep.
***
The next morning it was as if nothing had ever happened the night before.
From that day on it was never referred to; not a word was ever been
mentioned of the affair. It got to a point where Karen even began doubting
that the incident had ever taken place. From then on, however, the vision
of her mother leering at her in her totally abandoned sexual hunger
haunted Karen. When awake, she could usually force the vision of her
mother's face away.
Asleep, it was a different matter. She dreamed now and then of the
incident and always woke up from the dream in an aroused state and unless
she relieved herself by jerking off right then and there the dream would
leave her listless and bothered for hours to come. Try as she might, Karen
could not get the occasional picture of her mother in the throes of sexual
frenzy from coming back unbidden.
Since being married there were occasions when her husband would be away
and she would be alone. When the sexual tension would reach a high point
and there was no relief she would succumb to masturbating herself as she
had before she was married. On many occasions the source of her sexual
tension was just natural and while masturbating herself she would
fantasize mainly about her husband. Often, however, as she neared the
point of orgasm her fantasy would change and she would find herself
fantasizing against her will about her mother.
At these times, the point of orgasm was always accompanied by the sight of
her mother's face twisted in sexual rut from that one occasion. Afterward
she would feel relieved that it was over, but was also overcome with the
usual strong sense of shame and guilt. Sometimes she would try to just
stop frigging herself by getting up and doing something else to take her
mind off of it, but found that she couldn't concentrate until she had
finished the job. So she would return resignedly to playing with herself
until it was over.
On a couple of occasions Karen became concerned with her preoccupation
with her mother and considered seeking professional help if for no other
reason than to assure herself that she wasn't crazy. The sense of shame
and embarrassment attendant with sharing this with another person, even a
professional, prevented this, however. At those rare times when she would
allow herself to consciously consider the situation, Karen could admit to
herself that it was indeed unusual for a daughter to be somehow
consciously attached to her mother sexually.
She decided that she was not in love with her mother either sexually or
romantically, but that there was some sort of attraction that was acting
on her. She also concluded that she was not a lesbian because the thought
of having sex with another woman didn't seem to effect her one way or the
other; she wasn't excited about the idea, but neither was she repulsed by
it. That her mother might be a lesbian bothered her at first until she
realized that people needn't be just one way or the other, but could enjoy
both hetero- and homosexual activity. The acceptance on her part of
bisexuality was a blessing to her for it allowed her to justify her
mother's life style.
As to the nature of her attraction for her mother, Karen continued to be
mystified. That Janet was a beautiful woman there was no doubt; everyone
said so, even her father. She was beautiful to look at even at the age of
42. Karen had always wanted to have the beautiful long wavy blond hair and
sleek build that her mother possessed. It gave her an air of confidence
and poise that most women didn't have. Instead, Karen had inherited her
physical characteristics from her father. She was overly tall at just a
fraction of an inch under six feet. She was also just slightly on the
"big" side as other members of the family used to chide her about.
At one time she thought about pursuing a career as a model because of her
height, but was told by people in the know that she was not thin enough
although she was not overweight. They said she had big bones. She also had
the dark Italian looks of her father. She had olive hued skin which tanned
very nicely and beautiful, shiny black hair with haunting dark eyes.
Nature had also been kind to her in the bosom department where it had
skimped on in her mother's case.
Karen had a very full bust which measured a 38C. It was not just that she
had large breasts, but rather that they were spread out and covered her
entire chest and were firm almost to the point of hardness. For one so
full-breasted it was unusual that she didn't need to wear a bra, but did
so nonetheless out of an innate sense of modesty.
The one thing that she did share with her mother, though, were two of the
largest nipples she had ever seen. Her mother, although not nearly as
bosomy as Karen, also had enormous nipples and areole and passed these on
to her daughter. Unlike Janet's pinkish brown teats, Karen's were a dark
purple hue, almost black in color and curved slightly upward. Her husband
Harold said it was her most sexy feature and would devote hours to
fondling, kissing and sucking them.
Karen was not adverse to this attention because her breasts, and
especially the nipples, also like her mothers, were extremely erogenous.
Although she never told anyone this because she considered the practice to
be somewhat perverse, when masturbating she would use her free hand to
play with her nipples sometimes to the point where she would quit frigging
her pussy and use both hands on her breasts. On rare occasions she could
even make herself cum by pulling and twisting her nipples.
When she got married and discovered the almost overwhelming sensations
created by having someone suck her tits she tried it once when alone and
discovered that she could easily get her big nipples and areole into her
own mouth. From then on this became a regular part of her masturbatory
technique and she almost always would orgasm while sucking on her own
breast.
At this point, Karen, of course, was not totally aware of the similarities
both women possessed with respect to their physical sensitivities. She was
aware that she was her mother's daughter in a number of respects, but that
in others she no way resembled her. Where Janet's personality was often
effervescent and outgoing, Karen was shy and somewhat introverted. This
was inherent in her character and was often taken wrongly for weakness.
Karen had a strong sense of self and an inward confidence that was not
immediately apparent. Her husband discovered this to his dismay shortly
after they were married.
Janet arrived as planned and things were fine between mother and daughter
the first three days of her mother's stay. On the fourth day as the
evening wore on while they watched television, Karen became nervous and
cranky. Sensing trouble, Janet was unusually solicitous and asked her
daughter gently what the problem was. Karen just bitched back that she had
a problem with constipation and the baby not feeding enough leaving her
breasts swollen and tender. Although the doctor said it wasn't serious it
was nonetheless bothersome and put her in a bad mood.
Trying to be helpful Janet gently offered, "Well, dear, there is a sure
cure for that little constipation problem."
"I've tried everything, mother, and nothing seems to work. Apple juice,
prune juice, MetMucil, laxatives... you name it - I've tried it and
nothing seems to work!"
"How about an enema? Have you tried that, Karen?" her mother quizzed.
"Oh, god, mother, nobody does that anymore, do they?"
"I still do on occasion and it works for me every time."
"Well, even so, I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to go about it."
"Well, I'd be glad to help you with it, if you'd like, dear," Janet said.
"Do you really think it would work?"
"Sure. Why not give it a try. You'll feel much better afterward, I
guarantee."
"Well, if you think so, maybe I will. Anything would be better than
feeling like this all the time."
"Fine, dear. Now... if you want me to help you I'll need to have a syringe
and water bottle?"
Karen looked puzzled, but then said, "I know. I have the bottle and a
douche attachment. Will that work?"
"Don't you have all the stuff that came with the bottle?"
"Maybe, but I'll have to look," Karen said as she got up from the dinner
table and handing the baby to her mother went upstairs to look. Five
minutes later she returned with the original box with the water bottle,
hose and the douche nozzle."
"This is all I could find, mother. Will this do?"
"It's not the right tip, but it should work. Just a tad larger than the
regular enema syringe. We can try it anyway."
All of a sudden there seemed to be a strained silence until Karen asked,
"Well, what should I do?"
"Why don't we go upstairs and put the baby in the crib and then I'll help
you out, OK." Janet rose with the baby as did Karen and they traipsed
upstairs. When the baby was put down Janet said, "Why don't you just lie
down on the bed, dear, and I'll go fill the bottle. We'll try just water
at first and if that doesn't seem to work, we'll mix a little oil with
it."
Karen, who was dressed in shorts and blouse, lay down on her back on the
bed waiting for her mother. Janet filled the bottle with warm water from
the tub, attached the hose and nozzle and returned to the bedroom.
"Now dear, do you have any jelly or Vaseline?"
Without thinking, Karen rolled on her side and opened the night stand
drawer and withdrew a tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to her mother. Not
until she had done so had she thought about it and then she became
suddenly embarrassed. She was beginning to have second thoughts about what
was going to happen and she seriously considered just putting a stop to it
immediately, but the excitement and arousal she was beginning to feel
overrode her shame and embarrassment and she remained silent.
"OK dear, roll over on your stomach and undo your shorts."
When she had done this and pushed her shorts and panties down around her
knees leaving her buttocks exposed she suddenly felt once again that
strong sense of shame and the vision of her mother that fateful night
again returned leaving her flushed and uneasy.
"I think it would be a good idea, Karen, if you would just remove your
shorts and panties altogether. It'll be easier that way," Janet said as
she looked at her daughter's prone figure.
When Karen didn't immediately respond to her mother's suggestion, Janet
just shrugged and said, "Here, I'll help you with them," and reached down
and pulled Karen's clothes down over her feet and off, throwing them on
the chair against the wall. As she looked down at her daughter's large,
pert ass sticking up she thought that her daughter really was beautiful
for such a tall full woman.
"Now, dear, if you'll just spread your legs slightly we'll get this over
with."
Karen did as asked and opened her legs a little bit. It seemed like the
longest time until she finally felt the strange sensation of her mother
gently probing a lubricated finger between her ass cheeks, searching for
her anus. She was not quite on the mark and Karen felt her mother use her
other hand to spread her cheeks and then the tip of her finger slowly
moving over her puckered hole spreading the jelly. Shame bound as she was,
it occurred to Karen that the sensation of her mother's manipulating her
ass was not unpleasant. It recalled to mind of her husband's liking of
that area during sex.
Finally having lubed Karen's rectum to her satisfaction, Janet put more
jelly on her finger and centered it directly on her daughter's asshole.
She then slowly pushed and rotated, probing with her finger, and it began
to enter Karen's rectum. During all of this Karen didn't make a sound but
remained rigid on the bed to the extent that her mother said, "Relax,
dear, this will be over shortly and you'll feel much better."
Karen was having trouble remaining relaxed, however, because she was
becoming painfully aware of the stirrings in her groin. It was all she
could do to control herself and keep from starting to rotate her hips in
order to force the probing finger more deeply into her asshole.
When Janet had almost her entire finger buried in Karen's ass she slowly
started to remove it. When it was free, she retrieved the nozzle from the
water bottle and inserted it. She then raised the water bottle and looped
the end string around the top end of the high bedpost while releasing the
valve on the hose with her other hand. Water then began flowing into
Karen's insides, filling her and also creating a sensation of pleasure she
hadn't expected. The pressure from the increasing amount of water inside
her was also jangling the nerves in that part of her body.
When the water bottle was finally empty Janet said, "Now just lie there
for a minute or two, Karen, and let the enema work. And just so you don't
dribble I'll just put my finger back in and stop you up."
Janet then gently inserted her already lubricated finger back into Karen's
anus as she sat down on the edge of the bed. The sensation of being so
full and having her mother's finger up her ass was working on Karen and
the arousal she was feeling was increasing gradually. At first she thought
she was imagining it, but she was sure now that her mother was actually
moving her finger in and out of her asshole. Her mother was really
finger-fucking her asshole - she couldn't believe it. Suddenly, Karen was
overcome with the desire to give herself an orgasm and she couldn't wait
for her mother to leave.
"Mom, I really need to go. Please, let me get up," she said, impatiently.
Janet removed her finger and Karen could feel the bed move as her mother
stood up.
"Come on, dear, I'll help you to the bathroom."
"Oh, mother, I can find it by myself. I'm OK, honest." Karen slowly got to
her feet, sensing that she shouldn't move too fast, and headed toward the
master bedroom bathroom with Janet trailing her. As she raised the toilet
seat she glanced over her shoulder to see her mother standing in the
doorway. Impatient from the need to expel the enema and satisfy the desire
inside her she said shortly, "OK, mother, I'm OK. Now, please just leave."
Janet said, "If you're sure, dear," and reluctantly turned. Then she
added, "If you need anything, just shout. I'll hear you."
"Yes, mother - now go." As her mother closed the door Karen sat heavily
down on the toilet seat and thought she would explode right away but
nothing happened. She tried to force it, but still nothing happened so she
finally just sat there frustrated and stewing in her desire. Then she gave
in to her arousal and put her right hand between her legs and began to
rapidly fondle herself in a shame ridden frenzy. She was surprised at how
wet she was.
At first she thought that some of the enema had leaked down into her pussy
but the consistency was wrong; it wasn't water - it was cunt juice. Using
her fingers she spread her juices over her entire pussy then began to
concentrate moving two fingers over her clitoris jacking it back and forth
forcefully. It didn't take long. Before she could imagine it she was up on
the final plateau and still climbing. As she approached orgasm she reached
her other hand in back of her and down between her cheeks and began to
finger her asshole trying to simulate the same sensation her mother had
created. It wasn't the same, but it felt good nonetheless.
The orgasm finally hit her and it was powerful. As the first wave peaked
and then dropped off, she lost control of her rectal muscles, her asshole
suddenly opened up and the enema came spewing out in jets with each
succeeding orgasmic spasm. It went on for what seemed like forever until
Karen was finally spent. She stopped frigging herself and just sat hunched
over in total exhaustion after having flushed the toilet. She was wakened
from this trance-like state by a knock on the door from her mother,
wondering if she were OK. She answered yes, then slowly got up and cleaned
herself up at the sink. She then went into the bedroom and flopped onto
the bed and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
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