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When Karen was seated on the sofa with her blouse
draped loosely over her shoulders her mother returned to the kitchen to
mop up the mess they had made. Janet was glad to have these few moments to
herself to think about what had just happened.
Janet had been taken completely by surprise by the turn of events. At the
moment she was feeling a mixture of guilt and arousal at the thought that
she had inadvertently managed to not only turn her daughter on sexually,
but had also aided her in bringing her to orgasm. The fact that she was
equally at home sexually with both men and women had no bearing on the
situation. Karen was her daughter! And that made it incest, what they had
just done. None the less, Janet was still aroused by the incident.
As she bent down with a rag in one hand to soak up the mess on the floor,
the feel of her daughter's turgid, squirting nipple in her mouth and her
heavy breast in her hand continued to excite her in spite of the fact that
she knew it was taboo. Swiping purposefully with the cloth at the wet
floor she reached up with her free hand and grasped her own erect nipple
through the fabric of her blouse and gave it a hard twist. This send an
electric bolt directly to her already swollen clitoris.
God, I'd just love for her to return the favor right now, Janet wished,
against her will. If there were only some way I could continue this
without feeling guilty I would. But Janet was at a loss as to how to
approach the subject with her daughter without possibly risking the loss
of their mutual sense of trust, respect and emotional well-being.
On the other hand, she also didn't understand what had gotten into her
daughter; it was so uncharacteristic of her. She had always thought Karen
was a real straight arrow when it came to matters as personal as these.
She had never once considered Karen from a sexual point of view. It was
clear to her, however, that she was going to have to do something for
herself; she was so turned on that she couldn't even think straight and
needed relief.
Common sense prevailing, it occurred to Janet that probably the best thing
to do right now would be to make sure her daughter was OK and reassure her
in case she had any misgivings about their recent contact. Then they could
agree to put the incident behind them and get on with it. She would then
simply excuse herself and go upstairs and masturbate and hope that would
relieve the tremendous arousal she was feeling.
Feeling a sense of ease at finally having arrived at what she considered
the right course of action to take, Janet finished the cleanup and got
herself in mental and physical order. She then went back to the living
room fully intending to make the situation comfortable for both of them.
After all, they would both be seeing a lot of each other for the next few
months until Karen's husband returned. At least that was the plan.
Karen was still seated on the couch leaning back with her eyes closed.
Sensing her mother's presence, she opened them and said, "Mother, I want
to apologize. I really don't know what got into me. I'm really so
embarrassed, really I am."
Janet's heart went out to her daughter and as she sat down on the love
seat opposite Karen she said, "Dear, it's perfectly alright. There's
nothing to be embarrassed about. You're a healthy young woman whose
husband has been away for some time and your body probably just responded
to the lack of normal activity. I don't want you to give it another
thought."
It was then that Janet's eyes settled on Karen's carelessly open blouse,
which was simply draped over her shoulders. The blouse was open enough so
that parts of both her large areole were visible. For some reason Janet
found herself fascinated with her daughter's breasts and just sat staring
at them wondering what the attraction was.
Noticing her mother's distraction Karen inquired, "I hope you're OK,
mother. You're not mad at me are you?"
Returning her attention to Karen, Janet answered, "Of course, I'm not mad
at you. How could I be?!" And then, without thinking Janet just blurted
out, "OK? Am I OK! No, goddamnit, I'm not OK! I'm horny as hell. It's been
ages since I had any sex and I'm ready to burst. I'm afraid that what
happened in the kitchen just now has really got me going."
"Oh, mother, I'm so sorry - really I am. I'd do anything if I could just
take that back. I didn't mean to hurt you or upset you. Honest."
Seeing Karen's sincere concern for her softened Janet and she replied,
"It's OK dear, it's not your fault and you don't really have anything much
to do with it. It's my problem - not yours."
"I know, but I feel somehow responsible."
"Well, you aren't dear. It's just that I'm human, too, and not immune to
getting aroused by sexual situations - even someone else's."
At this point Karen, wanting to help but not knowing how, said, "Mother,
don't you ever masturbate?"
"Masturbate? Of course I do, darling. In fact, I prefer that these days to
screwing, what with all the diseases going around."
"Well, wouldn't it help right now? I mean, if you masturbated?"
"Oh, Karen, I'm sick of doing it by myself. It'd be nice to have someone
else around, even if just to watch, but I'm afraid that being away from
home has temporarily removed that possibility."
Karen couldn't believe her ears. She sensed that here might be an
opportunity to become involved sexually with her mother, at least in an
indirect way. Actually, a safer way than she had thought of. With her
heart pounding in her ears she looked over at her mother and said softly,
"I'm here, mother."
When Janet looked quizzically at her daughter without speaking, Karen
repeated, "I said, I'm here - if that would help."
Janet just looked at her daughter and said, "I'm sorry dear, I don't quite
understand exactly what you mean."
"Just what I said, mother. I'm here." Karen was starting to get nervous
about having to repeat herself over and over again and was afraid that her
mother would make her have to spell out exactly what she was getting at.
She would really prefer it if her mother would get the hint and make some
kind of overture.
"I know you're here, Karen, and I appreciate it very much," was all Janet
said.
Becoming a little exasperated and trying not to sound impatient, Karen
tried once more. "Well, that's not exactly what I was getting at mother."
"What then, dear?"
"What I mean then is, that I'm here. If you just want to be with someone
while you masturbate and you think it would help, well, then I'm here.
OK?"
Janet couldn't have hoped for anything more. But now the battle began
anew. Should she continue by taking advantage of her daughter's offer or
do what she felt was morally right and refuse the offer. Not being able to
overcome her libido she finally replied noncommittally, "That's very kind
of you, Karen."
"I mean it, mother. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to masturbate in front
of me."
"Really?" Janet queried.
"Really. In fact, to be honest, I'd love to watch you do it to yourself.
It'd probably relieve me of feeling bad about having gotten you in this
state in the first place."
"Oh, Karen, I'd hate to impose on you in this way..." and she let it trail
off there, hoping beyond hope, and not knowing Karen felt the same way,
that her daughter wouldn't get frightened and change her mind.
"You wouldn't be imposing, mother. Honestly, it's alright." And now Karen
was afraid her mother would get cold feet and back out of the direction
this was heading. While this was occurring to her she became aware of just
how badly she wanted to have sex with her mother and made the instant
decision that she would do whatever it took to make sure it would happen.
She was now beyond caring about morals or anything else, for that matter.
She just wanted it to happen.
Being at a loss for anything to say which she felt could grease the skids
of the situation she came up with an idea and said to her mother, "In
fact, if it would help, I have a vibrating dildo upstairs that Richard
gave me a while back for when he was gone and I'd be glad to get it for
you if you want to use it."
When her mother looked at her and started to smile, the humor of the
situation struck both of them simultaneously and they both started to
chuckle.
"That's kind of a real personal thing, dear. Are you sure you wouldn't
mind me using it?"
"Are you kidding," Karen retorted, "my tits are kind of my personal
things, too, and you just got done sucking on THEM!"
Suddenly, Janet got smolderingly serious and looking piercingly at her
daughter said, "Did it feel good, Karen. Did you like the way I sucked
your nipple, huh?"
The statement shot right down to Karen's cunt and she could feel herself
starting to secrete again at the thought of her mother sucking on her
breast.
Still, the slight sarcasm came out in her next statement, "You didn't
happen to notice, by chance, that sucking on my nipple made me come, did
you?" And then Karen instantly regretted the remark, but saw that her
mother had taken it lightly. For lack of anything better at the moment and
to hide her mounting anxiety over her renewed arousal and embarrassment
Karen told her mother that she would get the dildo and proceeded to rise
and go upstairs.
When she came back down a few moments later with the black object in her
hand, it appeared that Janet was still in the same position in the love
seat until she saw that her mother had one hand inserted in the waistband
of her shorts. Confident now that things would continue, she felt she
could risk another jocular remark so she said, "What's the matter, mother.
Are you so horny you just couldn't wait for me to return?" Janet didn't
answer, but just smiled.
Rather than go over to her mother with the dildo, Karen decided to just
sit and watch so she lowered herself once again to her previous position
on the couch across from her mother and laid the instrument on the cushion
beside her. The silence grew quickly heavy as Karen watched her mother
remove her hand and start to unbutton her shorts. Using both hands she
pushed them and her panties down around her ankles and kicked them aside.
Then she scooted herself forward to the edge of the loveseat and sat
upright while spreading her legs. Karen now had a perfect view of her
mother's pussy and was amazed at the mass of thick, long hair that covered
her triangle. She wondered briefly why she herself didn't have nearly that
much hair.
When she was in position, Janet looked over at Karen and asked, "Are you
sure this is OK, dear. I mean... oh, hell..." and she lowered her left
hand to her groin and slowly started to explore herself with her index
finger, probing into the mass of beautiful hair.
Karen was entranced watching her mother, whose head was bent down as she
gently caressed herself. Karen was becoming increasingly aroused herself,
but she didn't move or say anything for fear of terminally interrupting
the situation.
Without looking up Janet moaned, "Oh, god, this feels good. So good.
"Do you ever do it like this, dear - sitting up? This is my favorite
position. I cum better this way than any other." It was already evident to
Karen that her mother's breathing was getting more rapid.
Ever so softly Karen answered, "Yes - lots of times. I like to do it
sitting on the toilet seat, just like that. Especially after I've douched.
I seem to cum better that way, too."
Janet then slowly raised her head and looking at her daughter asked,
"Dear, I know this may shock you, but would you do me a favor and open
your blouse so I can look at your breasts again?"
"I'm not shocked at all, mother," Karen responded as she pulled the sides
of her blouse open and shrugged out of it leaving herself bare to the
waist and completely open to her mother's view.
"Oh, Karen, you have such beautiful big breasts. I'd kill to have those, I
would."
"Do you like them, mother? Do they turn you on?" Karen asked coyly being
aware that she was now being somewhat of a tease.
"Yes, they turn me on. How do you think I got this way this morning?"
"You mean you actually enjoyed it when I asked you to suck them?"
"Of course I enjoyed it, silly. I wouldn't have done it otherwise, would
I? And judging by your violent reaction you enjoyed it too. You really
like to have your breasts sucked, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," sighed Karen, her own breathing starting to get more rapid.
Janet's hand was now moving in a regular manner as she manipulated her
first two fingers between her thick cunt lips, moving them in a circular
way around her clitoris which was bathed in juice from her excitement. As
her arousal mounted she felt her usual tendency toward earthy language and
asked her daughter, "Has another woman ever sucked your breasts, darling?"
Without hesitation Karen answered, "No, mother, you're the first woman to
have ever sucked on my breasts - I'm not gay." Then thinking about it she
added, "Wait, that's if you don't count me myself."
"Huh? You mean to tell me that you can suck your own breasts?" Janet
asked, incredulously.
"My turn to shock you, right. Of course. I do it all the time when I jerk
off. I've been doing it for years, mother. Actually, that's one reason I
think my nipples are so abnormally big." And then it occurred to her that
her mother was small breasted enough that it wouldn't be possible for her
to do it and she felt a little bit ashamed at having been so brazen in her
attitude.
"Oh, god, that's really sexy. Would you mind showing me, dear, how you do
it, would you? I'd just love to see you do it to yourself."
"No, I don't mind." Karen moved her hand up and cupped her right breast in
her palm. Lowering her head and chin she pushed up with her hand, stuck
out her tongue and began laving the upper curve of her swollen tit, making
it slick with her saliva.
"Can you get your nipple in your mouth, Karen," Janet queried in a low
voice that came out almost as a croak.
"Uh, huh," Karen mumbled as she placed her thumb on top of her breast and
started to angle the distended nipple toward her mouth. This motion had
the startling effect of causing a stream of milk to eject from the
pressured nipple before she could get it to her mouth squirting over her
entire face and right into her eye.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed loudly, and using her free hand grabbed the
blouse behind her and swabbed at her wet face. "Hmmm, that tastes good.
Let's try that again." Once more she turned her nipple to her mouth, but
at an angle and managed to clamp her mouth over it before milk got all
over.
"Oh, jeez, Karen - that's so sexy - watching you do that." Janet had now
paused in her ministrations and just sat looking as her daughter fed
herself her breast, sucking hungrily at the nipple. She was still awed by
the fact that Karen was going along with this and consumed by the intense
eroticism brought forth for her by the pervertedness of being sexual with
her own child. Libido had finally conquered her shame, she mused.
Although her head was bent, Karen moved her eyes to look at her mother and
seeing that had stopped playing with herself raised her head and asked,
"Did you cum already, mother?"
"Not quite, dear. And I don't want to, yet. That's why I stopped. I'm so
sensitive now just watching you that if I touch myself again I'll shoot
off immediately and I don't want this to end."
"I don't either, mom." Karen said, but before Karen could resume nursing
herself her mother said, "Dear, could I ask you to come over here and suck
on my nipple? Would you mind?"
"Oh, mother, really. Would you let me do that?"
"I want you to do it, darling." And Karen let go of her own breast and
slid to the floor and waddled on her knees to where her mother sat on the
edge of the love seat. As she approached, Janet began unbuttoning her
blouse rapidly. By the time Karen was positioned in front of her the
blouse was undone and off. Except for her tennis shoes and sox, Janet now
sat naked in front of her daughter who was looking at the marvelous
breasts and nipples she had so often fantasized about. Karen was also now
aware of the strong, musky scent of her mother's cunt and found the aroma
exciting even though it seemed to her to differ from her own scent of
arousal.
Concentrating now on the swollen nipple not inches from her mouth, Karen
put her hands on the edge of the cushions on either side of her mother's
naked thighs and, leaning forward, stuck out her tongue. Janet reached up
with a hand and cupped her breast and squeezing, pushed it out toward her
daughter's waiting mouth. She softly moved her other hand to the back of
Karen's head and gently pulled it towards her.
Karen's wet tongue finally came into contact with the erect nipple and she
resisted any further movement as she lazily ran her tongue over and around
the turgid flesh and then in wider circles, wetting the areola with her
saliva. When her mother's breast tip was literally dripping Karen then
closed her pouty lips over the nipple and began to rapidly move her tongue
sideways over the hard, thick appendage sticking halfway to her throat.
When she heard her mother moan, Karen then opened her mouth as wide as
possible and took as much of the breast in as she could. When she looked
down she was amazed to see that she hadn't been able to get the entire
areola into her mouth.
"Oh, Christ, Karen - you're a natural tit sucker. That feels so delicious,
don't ever stop."
Karen's head was swimming. She couldn't believe she was now sucking on her
own mother's nipple and feeling her shake in the throes of passion. She
realized now that this is something she had always wanted to do - from the
very night she had seen her mother with that other woman. The air was
thick with sex and it made her giddy. She considered whether at the moment
she would be capable of touching her mother's pussy or even sucking on her
mother's cunt, but decided she wasn't sure she wanted to go that far or
even if her mother would be prepared for that. Instead, she moved both
hands from the seat cushions and put them on the back of her mother's legs
and began to lightly fondle them. As she did so, she could feel the
tension straining her mother's whole body; it was like a tightly wound
rubber band.
Suddenly Janet pushed her back and away from her, not roughly but firmly,
saying, "Stop, dear... please, just stop. I can't take it any more. Just
sit there and watch me while I jack off. It won't take long, I promise."
She lowered her hand to her pussy and stuck two fingers into her vagina
getting them good and lubricated. Once wet she brought them out and
forward and began to rapidly move them up and down along each side of her
engorged clit.
Karen, obeying her mother's wishes, just leaned back on her hands and
looked at her mother flailing herself to orgasm. Wanting to spur her on,
Karen said excitedly, "Come on, mother, do it. Make yourself cum. It's
right there isn't it? You really want it bad, don't you. That's it, frig
yourself, frig your wet pussy!" Sensing Janet was close she continued on,
"Mother, look at my breasts. Look at them! Look how swollen the nipples
are. You made them that way, you got my tits so horny sucking on them.
Just think about sucking these big nipples. Come on, do it - cum for me.
Oh, mother, it's heaven watching you masturbate yourself. You look so
hot!"
Janet was right there and said hoarsely, "I'm gonna cum, Karen. I'm right
there. Just watch me, OK, just look at me. Now. Here it is... oh, shit...
here it cums... ahhhhhh..."
As Janet hit the high point of her orgasm she suddenly reached up with her
free hand and began twisting one of her large nipples while looking
straight into Karen's eyes. The shock was like having ice cold water
thrown on her as Karen realized that this was an almost exact repeat of
that night years ago. She froze to the spot and stopped breathing as she
watch her mother frig herself through the orgasm while still maintaining
eye contact with her. Janet had that same abandoned, rutted stare from the
past and it made Karen's cunt throb involuntarily.
When her mother's body began to spasm in time with the orgasm wracking
her, Karen slowly moved forward and put her arms around her only to get
another surprise as Janet glued her mouth to her daughter's and drove her
tongue almost into Karen's throat.
As the spasms slowly started to subside, Karen disengaged her mouth from
her mother's but continued to hold her closely, aware of their bodies
pressed together, feeling her mother's sweaty breasts crushed against her
own. Eventually, Janet fell back into the depths of the love seat, pulling
Karen with her and they both just lay there with their legs entwined. As
Janet's breathing began to quieten Karen gently caressed her mother's damp
face while murmuring to her softly.
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