Amanda and Her Mom

  • Posted on March 12, 2019 at 2:23 pm

by Chrissy Larkin

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in February 2009 }

Amanda walked quickly from the living room without looking back. She didn’t want her stepfather to see the tears streaming down her face as she headed to her bedroom and quickly shut the door. Her butt stung badly from the spanking. But what hurt the worst was having to pull her pants and panties down in front of her mom as her stepfather applied his punishment.

It was so embarrassing. And yet… There was something else going on this time. She had been spanked before, but this time it was different. Her bare bottom. In front of the parents. The spanks. Yes, they hurt, but… But what? Yes, it was different this time. She felt different, even though her anger at her stepfather was stronger.

Amanda lay face down on her bed and felt confused. The intense pain of the smacks hurt, so why did she feel so horny? It didn’t make sense. Thinking about it only made her more confused. All she wanted to do was touch herself. So what if it didn’t make sense? For some reason the spanking, her mom watching, her bare bottom exposed, really aroused her.

Just as Amanda began to slide her hands underneath and was about to loosen her pants, she heard a soft knock and her mom enter the room quietly closing the door behind her.

“Hi, hon,” she said softly. “I’ve got some cream to soothe the stinging.”

Amanda’s mom had done this before, but it had been a while since the last spanking. She had forgotten this part of the ritual. Amanda’s hands under her tummy froze as her mom sat on the side of the bed.

“Come on, Amanda, let me help you take off your pants so I can put this on.”

Amanda went back to unbuttoning her pants, and raised her hips as her mom slowly pulled down her jeans and panties, slipping them off her legs. Amanda kept her head buried in her pillow as she listened to her mother take the top off of the jar and started to rub the cool ointment on her irritated buttocks.

It did make the stinging less severe, it felt quite good actually. But why was she still so aroused?

“Does that feel better, baby?” asked her mom in a hopeful tone. Amanda knew her mom was trying to soothe her anger at her stepfather as much as lessen the stinging pain on her butt.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she mumbled, as she felt her young pussy tingle. The urge to touch herself was even stronger now, despite her mother’s presence.

Many times before, her mom had rubbed that lotion on her aching bottom, but this time it felt sensual. All her senses were alive and they all seemed to be sending signals of arousal. Never before had she felt so tingly and moist. First it was the spanking, the smacking of her bare ass in front of her mom and stepdad. Now it was the soft caressing hand of her mother, rubbing her bottom.

Maybe Mom won’t notice. Amanda slipped her hand down towards her clit. Her finger touched her inflamed button and softly stroked. Oh, it feels good. The flickering flames of arousal flared up as Amanda gently massaged her clit. Yes…

At the same time, Amanda became aware of her mother’s hand, which had just been softly caressing her bottom, cooling down the stinging sensation. But now her hand was beginning to slide down, curving towards her inner thigh and then sliding ever so slowly towards the inward slope of her cheeks.

It was as if her mother knew Amanda was aroused and she was only doing what was natural. Or did her Mom notice Amanda’s fingers splayed between her legs, quietly rubbing herself?

Amanda sighed and rolled her hips slightly, which only seemed to encourage her mother.

“Just relax Amanda, the hurting will go away,” cooed her mom, whose hand was now rubbing the cream up and down the crack of her daughter’s ass.

Amanda managed a grunt of acknowledgment while her head whirled from the dizzying effect of her mother’s more sensual touches. Mom was stroking her anus. It felt so lovely.

Unable to hold back, Amanda opened her legs so that her mother could easily manage to caress her. And she did, sliding her fingers up and down her crack and then it was just one finger touching her rosebud, a silky, creamy touch that sent Amanda’s heartbeat racing.

Amanda quickened her own rubbing, unable to resist, unable to cover up what was happening. She let out a soft moan and opened her legs wider, making it unmistakable to both mother and daughter as to what was going on.

“It’s okay, honey; I know it must feel good,” her mom whispered. Amanda could feel the growing glow of the fire within. Her hips humped up and down gently as her fingers moved rapidly, sliding from her clit into her sopping pussy. At the same time, her mother’s experienced fingers caressed and rubbed Amanda’s creamy bottom, with one finger in particular swirling around her rosebud.

Things happened so quickly. Amanda’s breathing quickened and soft moans could be heard coming from the pillow as she reached the point of no return. As she did, her mother sensed it, and with a small thrust, pushed her cream-covered finger into Amanda’s anus.

Her daughter gasped and now it was too late. Her body took over and wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Her hips shook and quivered as she slammed her fingers in and out of her virginal pussy, while her dear mother quickly pumped her finger in and out of her butt, slipping another in, which made Amanda cry out with both pain and pleasure…

As her body slowed down, and the spasms washed over her body one last time, Amanda let out long satisfied sigh. Her mom slipped her fingers from her rear and caressed her thighs and body with love and affection.

The memory of the spanking faded quickly as Amanda’s mother leaned over and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek and then pulled the covers over her naked body. Amanda turned and smiled. “Thanks, Mom. I love you…”

“I love you too,” she replied.

As Amanda swooned on her bed, her body floating from the thrill of the sexual high she had been on, and as her mind tried to make sense of what had just happened between her and her mother, she heard in the distant background the now familiar arguing between her mother and father about the spanking, followed by a long silence.

She knew what was happening. Her stepfather would retreat to the bedroom while her mom would stay downstairs, drinking and watching TV. At some point Amanda drifted off to sleep, only to wake with the urge to go to the bathroom.

She slipped out of her bed and didn’t bother to cover up her body, now bare save for the shirt she was wearing. Coming out of the bathroom, she heard the TV on downstairs and decided to check. In the living room she found her mother sound asleep, lying on the couch. On the table was an empty bottle of wine. Amanda walked over to the TV and turned down the sound, but left it on, its image casting light on her slumbering older woman.

Amanda looked at her mother with a sense of pity and longing. What had happened in her bedroom just a few hours earlier was still fresh in her mind. She thought of all the good her mom had done for her. The longing increased, as well as the passion as she gazed at her sleeping mother.

She had on a bathrobe, but it was soon clear to Amanda that her mother was naked underneath. The cool glow of the TV lit up her mother’s legs to the tops of her thighs, where the robe had slipped open. Amanda walked over quietly and knelt by her mom. With trembling hands she gently untied the knot and let the robe fall open.

Somewhere upstairs, she heard her stepfather snoring. Amanda gazed at her mother’s naked body, made more beautiful by the soft glow of the TV. Her breasts were soft pillows with small nipples. Amanda thought of her own budding breasts, small pears now. She wondered if she would ever have such sensuous looking breasts like those. Now she gazed at her mother’s tummy, so smooth except for the belly button’s dimple, as it rose and fell gently as she slept. But it was Mom’s thick pubic hair that mesmerized Amanda.

Slowly, she lay a shaking hand on her mother’s mons, running her fingertips through her curly hair. It felt so silky. Amanda compared the thicket of her mom’s pubic triangle with her own downy tuft of pubic growth. Amanda drew closer. She sniffed and could smell the faint musk of her mother’s scent. She ran her finger lightly across the labial lips. They were soft and yet puffy, thicker than hers. She wondered what her mom’s clit looked like.

Amanda started to shiver uncontrollably as she considered what to do next. She had read about oral sex, where a man puts his tongue on a woman’s pussy. What if…

Amanda leaned over and lightly ran her tongue over her mother’s hairy pubes and then again, with slightly more force so that her tongue touched her mother’s slit. She did it again. And again. Her mother tasted wonderful, an odd yet pleasingly tart flavor.

This time, she felt something. A quiver. A moistening. She heard her mother sigh, but it sounded so distant. Amanda was shaking like a leaf, but she had to continue. Softly but repeatedly, she ran her tongue up and down until her mother’s lips opened like a wet flower and Amanda was able to see and feel her stiffening clit.

Again her mother moaned softly as she opened her legs naturally. Amanda realized she had to continue. Her own body was once again alive with the electricity of desire. She gently lay her hands on top of her mother’s pelvis and rhythmically licked her pussy, which was wet now and open. God, it feels so soft and velvety, thought Amanda.

Her lips found her mother’s clit and she gently sucked on it. Her mom sighed, then moaned in her sleep, followed by a small push as she thrust her hips forward, urging Amanda to quicken her licking.

Her mother began breathing harder, her moans became more audible, her hips kept rolling and thrusting, urging Amanda on as the pleasure continued to build. She could tell her mom was close now. Her lips and chin was dripping with pussy juices, and it was becoming harder to keep her mouth on that special spot — her mother kept thrusting and arching her back.

Suddenly Amanda felt her mother’s hands on her head, pulling her deep between her legs as she thrust her hips off the couch and then clenched her thighs around Amanda’s head.

“Oh my god, Oh yes, Oh. Oh. Oh…” Amanda heard her mother try to muffle her cries of ecstasy, finally turning her head towards the side of the couch and pressing her face into a cushion. Amanda, head locked between her mother’s legs, felt every climatic spasm and convulsion. Her own body was quivering with uncontrollable excitement.

As the excitement died down, Amanda’s mother raised her head and looked at her daughter as if she was dreaming. The alcoholic haze blurring the reality of what had just happened.

“Amanda?”

“Mom, I’m sorry. But. I, I wanted you so badly,” said Amanda, her voice somewhat filled with fear over what she had done.

“Oh, baby. Oh my God. I thought I was dreaming.”

She reached down and drew her daughter into her arms. Amanda felt a rush of love and desire as she cuddled close to her mother’s naked warmth. They kissed passionately. Amanda could taste the wine on her mother’s tongue, but she didn’t care. The feeling of her mother’s lips and tongue on hers was just heavenly.

They lay in each other’s arms quietly for several minutes, kissing and caressing. Her mother’s hands rubbing Amanda’s still sore bottom, pushing their pelvises together, so close Amanda could feel her own vulva pressed against the wetness of her mom’s.

“Oh Amanda, I do love you so,” slurred her mother who was still tipsy, yet happy. “Do me a favor, darling. Suck on my nipple like you did when you were my baby.”

Amanda felt her heart skip a beat as she cupped her mother’s warm breast in her hand and began to suckle. She heard her mother sigh softly as she held Amanda’s body tight to hers. And then she reached down and put her hand between Amanda’s legs and gently began rubbing her daughter’s clit.

Amanda opened her legs while continuing to suckle on her mother’s tit. Her body was on fire and her mother’s touches were the last piece of kindling needed to set the bonfire. It came quickly. Amanda rocked hard, back and forth, thrusting her small thighs hard against her mom’s fingers, now buried in her pussy. She tried to keep sucking on the nipple, but the need to moan was too great.

“Quiet, honey. You don’t want to wake up your father,” whispered her mom. Amanda put her mouth back on her mother’s breast to stifle her cries as she climaxed in the woman’s arms, her body convulsing and shaking, just as it did several hours earlier in her bedroom while Mom had fingered her ass.

Amanda’s body was covered in sweat as the orgasm retreated, yet she still clung to her mother. She lifted her head, found Mom’s lips and kissed her deeply.

The End

 

4 Comments on Amanda and Her Mom

  1. Sammy says:

    Nice to see another Chrissy Larkin story posted. An old fave. 🙂

  2. zayne says:

    Funny how I just read this over at Nifty, it’s always a nice one for me to read whenever I’m bored, am not checking emails, or working.

  3. David says:

    Never read this in Nifty, so glad to see it here. Great sensual story.
    Thanks for reposting it.

  4. matty says:

    nice to see that Amanda turned punishment into pleasure; then, reciprocate.

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