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As Janet and Karen lay entwined together on the couch
recovering from Janet's massive orgasm the phone rang. Karen lethargically
removed herself from her mother's embrace and, on unsteady legs, went to
the table in the foyer to answer it. In a couple of seconds she called to
Janet, "It's for you, mother!"
"Who is it?" Janet called back, the sound of irritation mixed with fatigue
clearly audible in her voice.
After about ten seconds Karen appeared in the living room again and said,
"It's for you, mom. They said it's extremely important - long distance."
Janet rolled off the couch while grabbing at her clothing and went to take
the call. In about three minutes she returned, now shabbily clad in her
blouse and shorts, and stood in front of her topless daughter and stated
angrily, "Well, there's trouble. It's with my best account. Something
about a foul up in the title search as well as the financing. This deal
could make me a bundle and I've got to go back and straighten it out.
Please don't be mad, dear, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Karen looked up at her mother with sadness written all over her face, but
didn't say anything. Then she stood up and took a step toward Janet and
flung her arms around her. Janet hugged Karen closely to her and they
stood like this for some moments until Janet pulled away saying, "I've got
to catch the first flight out of O'Hare. Would you be so good as to call
me a cab while I try to get myself in some sort of order."
Karen moved listlessly, putting on her crumpled, milk stained blouse and
then went into the kitchen to get the phone book. She called the cab
company and ordered her mother's cab and then just went back to the couch
and lay down. She must have dozed off for in a little while she was
startled to hear her mother open the front door and hand out a suitcase to
a strange man. Janet gave the man some instructions and told him she would
be out in a moment.
Then she went over to her daughter who had just sat up and bent down to
give her a hug. Instead, Karen took her mother's face between both of her
hands and, parting her lips slightly, planted her full mouth directly on
her startled mother's newly lip-sticked lips. Karen then forced her tongue
between her mother's lips and teeth until she couldn't get it any further
into her mouth. Janet didn't resist her daughter's insistent kiss, but she
didn't get active herself, pulling away after a few moments.
"I really have to go, dear. Don't worry. I'll call as soon as I know
what's going on." And with that she was quickly out the door and gone, the
sound of the taxi fading in the distance.
Karen spent the rest of the day in a daze comprised of a mixture of guilt
tinged with an almost vicious edge of sexual arousal. As she fed the baby,
who finally decided it was hungry, and washed dishes and cleaned the place
up she was constantly aware of her swollen pussy lips. It also seemed to
her that her nipples had never before been so sensitive. She had actually
gotten excited with the baby nursing at her breast while thoughts of her
mother's mouth sucking, tonguing and licking her nipple ran rampant in her
consciousness. The day wore on and on and as it turned into evening she
began to relax a little although she was still aimlessly distracted to the
point that she watched an hour's worth of television, but five minutes
later had forgotten what she saw. Bringing the baby with her she went to
her bedroom to go to bed.
She was exhausted.
With the baby in its crib, she crawled under the covers after turning out
the lights but sleep just wouldn't come. Karen finally decided that what
she needed to get to sleep was a good thorough psyche cleansing orgasm.
'Fuck it,' she thought to herself, 'I don't care if I am excited about
having sex with my own mother! I'm just going to do it!'
She then threw off the covers and spread her legs as wide as possible and
began to frig her wet pussy. As she continued to masturbate she got hotter
and hotter and she was just about there when the thought from that morning
about eating her mother came to her. This got her even hotter. She knew
now that this is something she really wanted to do. She wanted to give her
mother an orgasm with her lips and tongue. It was crazy, but that's what
she wanted. The fantasy was driving her wild, but it also had the curious
effect of making her not able to cum in spite of her excitement. No matter
how she moved her hand or how rapidly or hard or soft, she just couldn't
make it cum. She finally stopped for a minute to give herself a rest.
'Maybe what I need is something stuffed up my cunt. Maybe that'll bring me
off,' she thought. Rolling sideways, she opened the nightstand drawer and
searched blindly for the vibrating dildo she had put back that morning,
never having gotten a chance to use it. Finally grasping it in her hand,
she rolled back over again with legs spread and quickly jammed the cold
instrument straight into her cunt.
She was so well lubricated that there wasn't the slightest pull or
friction; it just sailed right on in and up to the hilt. She then twisted
the plastic cap and it began its familiar hum sending subtle waves of
pleasure through her vaginal walls into the surrounding abdominal area. As
it hummed along she again began to masturbate herself with one hand, the
other moving the buried dildo slightly in and out of her vagina.
Once again she got right to the point of cumming but couldn't bring
herself over the edge. This time she didn't stop. Without thinking she
quickly removed the dildo from her cunt and placed the tip against her
anus. She hesitated only a moment while a fleeting thought of how perverse
her next action would make her before she pushed the soaking piece of
plastic with all the force she could muster in her tired arm. The tip
penetrated the anal ring and stopped about an inch inside her rectum when
at the same time Karen's body exploded.
The surprise was so great it caused Karen to let go her grip on the dildo
as she moved her hand automatically up to her breast to tweak her horny
nipple. The resulting first wave orgasmic contraction was of such force
that it put enough pressure on the slightly tapered tip of the dildo to
force it from her asshole. As it fell out she confusedly reached with her
other hand and jammed her middle finger in its place. Lubrication was
abundant and when her finger was buried as far up as it would go she began
to quickly finger fuck her asshole. The orgasm was marvelous and at last
she felt totally worn out but relaxed. In this state she closed her eyes.
It wasn't but a few seconds before she was almost asleep when the phone on
the bedside began to ring. Reaching out a hand she brought the phone to
her ear and hoarsely said, "Lo?"
"Dear, is that you Karen?"
"Oh, mother, yes, hi - where are you?"
"I'm home, now. I went straight to the office from the airport. What a
mess. Are you alright, Karen? You sound like you're not well."
"I'm OK now mother," Karen said, and then added teasingly, "I just jerked
off the to most amazing cum I've ever had."
"Karen!" Janet retorted in a scolding voice, but softened it immediately
as she continued, "well - I'm happy for you dear. I'm just sorry I wasn't
there with you."
"You will be - won't you, mother? - soon?"
"Yes, darling. I think I can get this wrapped up sometime tomorrow
morning. Do you want me to take the plane back in the afternoon. I could
be back by nine tomorrow night!"
"Oh, yes, mother. Do it. Do you want me to pick you up?"
"No. I'd rather you prepared a nice homecoming for me. We can have a real
nice late evening get together when I get back. What do you say?"
"Oh, mom. Yes, of course. Are you OK?" and now there was a hint of worry
as Karen voiced the question.
"Yes, darling, I'm just fine. As a matter of fact, I did it before you
did!" she said cheerily.
"Huh? You did what, mother?"
"Well, uh, I got off before you did. I was so worked up that half way
through the flight I just put a blanket over me and put my hand under my
skirt and masturbated. The flight wasn't even a third full - midday, you
know - and hardly a soul around although I think the stewardess knew what
was going on. If I hadn't had so much to do I would have gone for her. I
think she would have gone for it, too. Ah, well... another time. I've got
to run, dear. It's two hours earlier here than there but I've got to get
some sleep. I'll call and let you know what time I'll be in tomorrow.
Sweet dreams, dear."
"OK, mom. And be good on your way back. And don't bring any stewardesses
with you. I want you all to myself!"
"Not to worry, my darling. Bye." Click the phone went as Janet hung up.
Karen just lay there holding the phone cradled between her large breasts,
contented now that she was sure everything was alright between her and her
mother. She couldn't wait for tomorrow night... and she was fast asleep.
The next day passed quickly for Karen. What with house chores, shopping,
lunch with her friend Nancy and various other things the time flew by. She
was also surprised by the fact that she wasn't more preoccupied with her
mother and yesterday's events. She felt good and was looking forward to
her mother's return that evening. At 1:45 that afternoon her mother called
from L.A. International and told Karen she would be in on the 8:30 flight,
which was just now leaving and again, not to worry about picking her up -
she would take a cab.
As the time for Janet to be back grew near Karen began to arrange things
in a way she thought would create a romantic atmosphere. She got a bottle
of champagne cooled down, laid out a couple of glasses, made sure the
living room looked pleasant and lowered the lights to very dim. She even
put out a couple of candles and lit them, shutting off the lights
entirely. Luckily the baby was cooperating as well and was sound asleep.
She then went upstairs to change into something that would appeal to her
mother's libido.
She had just one garter belt, black, which she put on along with a pair of
black hose, but no panties. Along with high heels she chose a short black
skirt that came up above her knees and a sheer white blouse that was
almost a see-thru. The only problem she had was in trying to decide
whether to wear a bra or not. She finally decided that since her breasts
were firm enough to stand out on their own she wouldn't wear one. She
consciously admitted to herself that she wanted her mother to be able to
get a really good look at her protruding nipples which showed clearly
through the shear material of the blouse.
Having put on a small gold necklace and pair of earings she stood looking
at herself in the full-length bedroom mirror and was pleasantly surprised
at the image which was reflected back to her. She had been afraid of
looking too much like a whore and was pleased to see that she didn't
appear that way to herself. She did look nice and fetching, though.
Especially enticing was the fact that her very dark, large nipples and
areole were plainly visible through the blouse, riding high on her milk
swollen breasts.
Then she began to wonder if maybe her mother really did want her to look
like a slut. Maybe that turned her on. With that in mind, the last thing
she did was apply a thick layer of blood-red lipstick much more heavily
than normal. There, she thought, I'll concede that one little point. If
she doesn't like it, it'll easily be fixed.
Just as she put the last touch to her lips she heard the front door open
and close. It had to be her mother and she was a little early. She was the
only one who had the key. Karen took one last nervous look at herself in
the mirror and headed downstairs in anticipation of a wonderful evening.
She paused at the top of the stairs just long enough to grasp her nipples
through the blouse and pull on them, making them jut out even further than
their normal size.
Seeing her daughter coming down the stairs was somewhat of a shock for
Janet. Karen was absolutely stunning, she thought, as she stood glued to
the spot with her mouth half open. Halfway down the stairs Karen looked at
her and smiled sexily and said, "Hi, mom. Have a good flight?"
Janet didn't answer as she walked over to the bottom of the stairway to
wait for her daughter without ever taking her eyes off of her. When Karen
was on the last step her mother opened her arms and the two women fell
into a tight, almost smothering, embrace. After a moment they both moved
their heads back and look deeply into each others' eyes before coming
together for a deep soul kiss the likes of which neither one had ever
experienced before.
With their arms around each other and their bodies pressed as together as
closely as humanly possible they stayed locked in the embrace as each
one's mouth, lips and tongues attempted to devour the other. Both were
panting heavily as they came apart and Janet took Karen's hand and led her
over to the sofa where they both sat on the edge of the cushions half
turned toward one another.
Karen took this opportunity to really look at her mother for the first
time. Janet was dressed in one of her severe gray business suits which was
offset, however, by an elegant off-white silk blouse buttoned to the
throat and a very feminine, wide black silk scarf around her neck under
the wide blouse collar. She also had on matching high heels and sheer
charcoal colored hose. Somehow, this all enhanced Janet's beautiful wavy
blond hair and tanned skin and Karen was stirred deeply to know that even
though her mother was getting on in years she was still quite beautiful.
And sexy!
Not knowing where any of this was coming from, Karen continued to look at
her mother and finally got up the courage to state, "Mother, I want you.
I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I've been sexed up all day long just
thinking about your body and what I want to do to it."
When Janet started to interrupt, Karen said, "No, wait- -let me finish.
I've got to say this even if it sounds weird and perverted, but I've just
got to say it. I've never been so horny before in my life for another
person. I don't understand it, but I really don't care anymore. It doesn't
matter whether it's right or wrong or whether you're my mother or not or
whether it's incest or whatever, I just know how I feel and what I want to
do. I love you and I want you. And I want you to love and want me, too,
please." Karen was actually panting at the end of this speech, both from
having uttered it in one breath as well as from being sexually aroused by
the woman sitting next to her. Nonetheless, she felt glad that she had
come out in the open with it at last. And now she would wait and see what
her mother's position was going to be.
"Oh, Karen," Janet sighed dropping her head, "I know, darling. I feel the
same way. I do." Now she took one of Karen's hands in her own and
continued, "And I don't know how to handle it all. I don't want to hurt
you or make your life any more miserable than your father and I have
already made it. Please know that, dear."
"I do, mother, I do," Karen voiced fervently and raised her mother's hand
to her lips and bussed it lightly with her lips.
"Are you sure you really know what you want, Karen?" Janet queried
anxiously.
Emboldened now Karen said, "Oh, yes, mother, I do. I simply want to fuck
you and have you fuck me. Right now I don't care about anything else in
the world." With that Karen reached over and inserted her hand inside her
mother's suit jacket and cupped her small breast and squeezed. "I so much
want to make you happy and feel good. I want to make you cum. Please let
me make you cum," Karen almost pleaded as she continued to fondle her
mother's breast, feeling the large nipple becoming erect through the
blouse and bra.
Janet just sat there with her hands in her lap and her eyes closed and let
her daughter feel her up.
"Oh hell, I don't believe this is happening," she said eventually as
Karen's fingers continued to roll her erected nipple between her fingers.
"I can't tell you how wet I've been all day just thinking about what could
happen tonight. And here we are! And it IS happening."
"Mother, there's just one thing I need to know."
"Yes, darling, what's that?"
"Do you remember that incident years ago when I was staying in California
my last summer visit after..."
"What about it?"
"Do you remember me coming into the room when you and another woman
were... uh... you know... having sex together."
"You remember that, do you?" Janet said.
"Mother! How could I forget it? I was never more shocked in my whole
life!"
"Well, yeah, I guess. I kind of hoped you'd forget about that. I mean,
it's not something a mother cares to have her daughter witness."
"But I can't forget it. Couldn't. Won't ever."
Turning her head to Karen, Janet asked, "I know it was shocking, but it
appears now that it had some other effects on you as well, huh?"
"Indeed! I hate to admit this, but I've been masturbating to that fantasy
ever since. But it wasn't until yesterday morning -- no, actually, when
you gave me the enema the night before that I first started to admit that
I was sexually attracted to you."
When Janet didn't comment on this Karen became immediately concerned and
followed with, "Mother, you're not just doing this out of kindness, are
you? I mean you're not just doing this to make me feel good?"
"You can rest easy on that count, dear. Up until yesterday morning I never
had any idea something like this would happen. But when I saw you getting
excited by having your nipples manipulated it had a very sudden and
tremendous effect on me. For whatever reason, and I don't understand it, I
got really horny myself just watching you. But the capper was when you
asked me to suck your tits. That did it. I still have the taste of your
milk in my mouth whenever I think about us. And watching you cum and then
having you watch me cum -- that cemented it."
With that confession both women grew silent. After a few moments Janet
reached up and removed her daughter's hand from her breast following which
she took off her suit jacket and lay it over the back of the sofa. Turning
again to Karen she said, "I see you have a bottle of bubbly. How 'bout we
have a sip?"
"OK," Karen answered and stood up to fetch the already opened bottle and a
couple of glasses. She handed one glass to her mother and resat herself.
Then she poured for both of them after which Janet raised her glass and
said, "To us, dear loved one. Even if I am your mother."
Karen raised her own glass and said simply, "To us." Both women drained
their glasses and set them down simultaneously on the coffee table.
After an uncomfortable moment or two when both women were anxious to get
something started, but neither knew how, Janet piped up, "Dear, now that
you did ask, there is something that you can do for me - eventually - if
you wouldn't mind."
Karen just tilted her head slightly to one side and looked at her mother
lovingly and said, "Of course, mom. What is it?"
"Well," Janet said, inhaling deeply, "and I know this sounds a bit lewd,
but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind masturbating in front of me. I
mean, all by yourself, just as if you were alone, with me watching. Could
you do that?"
Karen wasn't in the least taken back. It was just what she wanted to hear
and she said, "Absolutely. I'll do anything -- anything -- you want. And
you can do anything you want to me. I really want you, mom and if this is
something that will please you and turn you on, then I'll do it. I really
got turned on watching you jack off and if you could do it in front of me
then I can't see why I shouldn't be able to do it for you, too. Do you
want me to do it right here and now."
"Uh, not necessarily, unless you just want to. It can be anytime; I just
had this fantasy about watching you make yourself cum. I love watching
other people masturbate themselves and I'd love seeing you doing it to
yourself - especially the part where you suck your own nipple!"
"Oh, god, mother, just hearing you talk like this is making me sopping
wet. Please kiss me," Karen pleaded.
Closing the small gap between them, Janet leaned forward and lightly
pressed her lips to those of her daughter. The kiss started chastely
enough, but it wasn't a couple of seconds before Karen took her mother's
face in both of her hands and began kissing her in earnest. She opened her
mouth and drove her tongue forcefully between her mother's lips and teeth
and was met by her mother's tongue. Karen was now sexed up to the extent
that just kissing was not satisfying her needs. Moving her mouth from
Janet's lips but still holding her head she began to kiss her neck.
Extending her wet tongue she began to bathe Janet's entire neck area with
it and moved up to her ears. Pushing the golden blond hair back she stuck
her tongue directly into the ear and began to use an in-and-out fucking
motion which made Janet shiver and cause the small hairs on the back of
her neck to rise.
Finished with one ear, Karen turned her mother's head to the other side
and attacked the other ear in the same fashion. When that ear was drenched
Karen began to use long lapping motions with both her head and tongue the
way a cat licks itself and started licking her mother's entire face. Janet
just sat, stunned at the strength of her daughter's obvious arousal but
was really astonished when, her whole face now slick with Karen's sweet
smelling saliva, her daughter began to lick not only her eyes and then her
nose, but inserted her tongue right into her nose and used the same
fucking motion that she had used on her ears.
Janet couldn't believe how terribly erotic is was to have her daughter
running her tongue in and out of her nostrils. It was something she had
never felt before, nor even considered. Sensing at this point that Karen
was totally losing control of herself Janet decided to try and slow things
down. She firmly grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her back away
from herself gently, looking at her.
"Oh, darling, you look absolutely smashing in that outfit. I guess I
forgot to tell you. It's very, uh... stimulating, I guess, for want of a
better word." Casting her eyes downward she continued, "I especially like
the way I can see your nipples through that tight blouse."
Although she was now panting openly, Karen sensed the change of pace and
went along with it saying, "I noticed you've had a problem looking me in
the eye this evening."
"Well, you can't blame me, can you. It makes my own nipples hard just
looking at yours. I was glad to hear you say that no other woman has ever
sucked them -- I would be very, very jealous if they had."
"You're the first and only one, mother."
"Are you going to let me do it to you again, dear?"
"All you want, mother, all you want." Karen slumped back into the sofa
cushions and began to unbutton her blouse. When she had it down to the
last three buttons she stopped and pulled it apart without pulling it out
of the skirt waist. Reaching in with her hands she then brought both of
her milk laden breasts out, their dark hued skin tone contrasting sharply
with the white blouse now framing them."
Looking over at her mother's still spit-slick face she said, "They're all
yours, mother."
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