by Maverick
There we were, my mother and I, enjoying a little chat. Only she was dressed in a snug blouse and sexy undies, while all I had on was a tiny silk crop top, a garter belt and stockings. The moment seemed ripe for seduction, and I was more than ready to make my move.
“You look tense, Mom,” I said. “Lie down on my bed. I’ll give you a massage.”
“You’re the one who made me tense,” she replied.
“Then let me make it up to you by helping you relax,” I said, pointing to the bed. “You won’t be sorry. My hands are instruments of pleasure.”
“Um… okay,” she tentatively replied.
“Wait! Take off that blouse. It’ll be easier to massage you without it.”
“Put it on, take it off,” she mock-complained, but she did as I asked.
“Now lie face down on the bed,” I ordered, already deciding that her sensual massage would begin with my hands and end with my mouth.
“Yes, ma’am,” she said matter-of-factly, climbing onto the bed and lying down on her tummy.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I took Mom’s stocking-clad right foot in my hands. The moment my thumbs put pressure on her arch, she gave a soft moan.
Very few people understand what a foot massage can do.
It mellows the receiver.
It relaxes her.
It slowly, gradually turns her on.
I kneaded the entire sole of her foot, taking my time with it. Each tiny portion of a sole has a nerve ending that connects to some organ in the body, so each part matters. By the time I finished, every organ in my mother’s body was subtly different, less constricted, more alive.
I did her ankle, then rubbed each toe individually. Now I wanted to suck on her toes, well aware of how much that can excite a sensual woman.
Deciding to take the risk, I said, “Mom, I’m gonna do something a little unorthodox… and I need you not to freak out on me. All right?”
“Um, okay,” she hesitantly said.
“Roll over on your back,” I said.
She obeyed, looking somewhat dazed as she did so. I noticed her nipples were still stiff, and when I glanced between her legs I noticed a large damp spot on her thong.
I had to stop myself from grinning — the truly sensual phase of the massage had yet to begin, and Mom was already turned on.
As she watched from her pillow, I separated her pinkie toe from its neighbor and sucked it into my mouth.
“Ohhhh, what are you doing?” Mom asked, though she didn’t attempt to take her foot away.
“I’m giving you the most intimate, loving and relaxing massage that I can,” I replied, removing her toe from my mouth for a moment. “Now lie back and enjoy.”
“But you’re my daughter,” she said.
“I’m not going down on you, Mom,” I said, “I’m just giving you a foot massage.”
“Um, okay,” she said, as she leaned back but added, “I’m still not sure about this…”
“Just relax,” I said, as I took her second toe in my mouth while I simultaneously massaged her ankle and calf, noticing she hadn’t scolded me for referring to oral sex.
“That does feel nice,” Mom sighed.
“Don’t think… just be in the moment,” I said, moving to her middle toe.
“Fair enough.” Her eyes closed and her legs spread far enough apart that I could see the contour of Mom’s labia through the sheer wet thong.
God, I wanted to just bury my face between her legs and go to town… but they say patience is a virtue, and I was going to give that theory all the time needed to prove itself true.
I sucked the remaining two toes before moving to the other foot and starting over.
Mom moaned, then whispered, “That feels so good, Hannah!”
Once I’d lavished an equal amount of attention on all ten toes, I began to slowly make my way up Mom’s leg with tender kisses and caresses. I figured she might protest, but she didn’t.
So I kept nuzzling upward to her knee, to her thigh, Mom’s breathing getting heavier as I went.
This was turning her on, and not in a small way.
Just as I seemed to be on the verge of kissing her pussy — and by this time, I hoped that she was ready for me to do just that — I switched to the ankle of the other leg and repeated my slow, methodical teasing until I was back between Mom’s thighs.
I moved my hands to her thong and urged, “Lift up, Mom. These undies are really damp.”
Even as she obeyed, raising her hips, she weakly protested, “Sweetheart, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what, Mom?” I innocently asked as I pulled her thong down and off, resisting the impulse to sniff it before casting it to one side. Her body was already surrendering to me, her mind lagging behind just a bit.
“This,” was all she could say, waving her hands vaguely.
“Mom, it’s obvious that you’re in need. I want to help.”
Before she could respond, I brought my hand to her wet pussy, her lips literally glistening with expectation, and slid two fingers inside.
“Oooooh, Hannah!” she cried — yet once again, she didn’t move away.
“Mom, your pussy is so warm, so wet,” I said. “Let me help you out. I want to do this.”
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, hoping that this pleasure assault would override her common sense and propriety, that she’d let me take her completely
“Oh, God… Hannah… th-this is… oh, fuck… please, sweetheart, we mustn’t… Ohhhh, oh, no.” I think Mom was trying to tell me to stop, but was unable to get much more than a word or two out at a time. Soon she was moaning instead of speaking.
Sensing that she was already very close to an orgasm, and deciding it was now or never, I buried my mouth in her pussy and got to licking.
“Hannah! Oh, Hannah, no!” she moaned as my tongue made contact — although once again, she didn’t move a muscle to push me away.
In fact, Mom shocked me this time… she actually raised her hips, grabbed the back of my head and held me to her!
“Oh, baby girl, yes!” she cried. “D-don’t stop!”
Her scent was strong… her pussy juicy and delicious. Mom’s cunt had to have been the sweetest I’d ever sampled, but it was also unlike any other… except mine, at least. Like mother, like daughter.
She was dripping wet, the flavor of her tart and tangy like some new, perfect fruit — forbidden fruit.
I didn’t want her to come too quickly, This momentous experience was meant to last as long as possible, so I withdrew my very wet fingers from Mom’s vagina and focused on pleasuring her with my tongue.
“Oh God,” she moaned, letting go of my head. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to your own mommy.”
Hearing her say mommy turned me on — so sexy under the circumstances, adding to the rapture I felt as I dove headlong into the delights of incest. I purred back between licks, “You taste good, Mommy.”
“Your father didn’t think so.”
“Let’s not talk about him,” I suggested, “he’s history.” I put extra energy into licking my mother, hoping to wash the painful memory of that horrible man out of her system completely.
“You’re right, honey,” she whispered. “To hell with him.”
I slid two fingers back inside Mom’s cunt, searching for her g-spot, guessing she’d never come that way before. “Now let me show you what real pleasure is,” I purred, my fingers finding the place I wanted.
“You already have!” Her voice went up in pitch as I tapped her g-spot, while simultaneously flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly across her clit. I called this my double-go move, intended to make a lover go off like a geyser.
Sure enough, her legs stiffened and she screamed, “Oh God, I’m c-coming, Hannah! Ohhhhhh!”
She didn’t have to tell me that, because Mom was a squirter. She splashed my face with a full flood of honeyed sweetness as I feasted on her cunt.
“Motherfucker!” she screamed, and I promised myself there and then that I would indeed become a mother fucker, already thinking about breaking out my strap-on for our next round.
Mom’s ecstasy rose to an unimaginable peak, and I was confronted with a choice: keep going, push her to another orgasm, or give her a break, let my mother rest before taking her again? After a moment’s thought, II elected to go with the latter, pulling away.
I gazed at my mother in loving admiration. She looked so sweet and sexy with her eyes closed, her mouth slack and her cheeks radiating the rosy afterglow of euphoria.
I got up from the bed, went to the closet and pulled out a medium-sized box that included a few sex toys: two vibrators, a strap-on, anal beads, and a double ended dildo.
“Goodness, that was amazing,” Mom said, lifting herself up a bit.
“Agreed,” I smiled.
“Did you find my g-spot? I always thought that was a myth.”
“As far as I can tell, only a woman can locate it.” I set the box on the bed.
“What’s in the box?” she asked. Mom seemed to be merely curious and not, I was glad to see, showing any remorse for the incestuous act we’d just committed.
I pulled out the black eight-inch vibe and a smaller pink six-incher, displayed them to her and asked in a posh voice, “Which of these would you prefer, madam?”
“Goodness me!” she gasped. “Where did you get those?”
“Amazon,” I replied.
She laughed. “Less embarrassing than going into an adult store, I suppose.”
“How many vibrators do you have?” I asked.
“Two fewer than you have in your hands.”
“Oh, Mother,” I sighed. “It’s 2018. With the advancements made in the field of sex toys, men are utterly useless in the bedroom.”
“They were before then, too,” she jokingly said.
“I’ll take your word for it,” I said. “Do you have any toys at all?” She shook her head. “None?”
“Just these fingers,” she admitted, waving a hand as she sat up to peer into the toy box. “You have a strap-on?”
“Of course. Amanda has five.”
“Five?”
“Different sizes, shapes and levels of intensity.” I held up the two vibrators. “Which one shall I use on you?”
“We can’t,” she quickly said, but I wasn’t fooled.
“Which one?” I repeated, holding out the six-inch with one hand, then the eight-inch with the other, then the first one again.
“Are you going to let this go?” she asked, even though she was already giving in to me.
“Only after you come again,” I said. “I’m going to do for you what Dad couldn’t.”
“They’re both bigger than he is,” she said with a smile.
“Figures.”
Mom pointed into the box. “How about that one?”
“The strap-on?” I asked. Damn, she’d just shocked me again!
“Sweet girl, you’ve gotten me so fucking hot and bothered.” She gave me a big grin.
“Mother, language,” I said, pretending to be aghast.
“Hannah, darling, will you please put that prick on and do me with it?” she said, with an expression as sweet and innocent as Julia Roberts in Notting Hill.
I sternly asked, “Mother dearest, are you trying to turn your sweet innocent daughter into a mother fucker?” Actually, I’d already fucked a couple of moms, but sex with my own mother was a whole new level of kinky achievement.
Her eyes sparkled at me wickedly, “Yes, my dear sweet Hannah, I want you to repent of your innocent ways and pound your wicked mommy like a filthy slut. Can your delicate sensibilities handle that, dear?”
“Actually, you had me convinced when you pointed at this strap-on,” I chuckled as I fastened the harness around me, my pussy already throbbing with anticipation.
“You’re so fucking sexy in my lingerie… especially while wearing that cock,” Mom said, looking at me with a lust I often saw in my lovers, but had never expected to find at home.
“And you look so hot in the afterglow of your first orgasm of the day,” I countered.
Mom admitted, “I’m not lying or exaggerating when I tell you… that was the most intense sexual pleasure of my entire life, you sweet girl.”
“Happy I could oblige,” I smiled, joining her back in the bed. “And now for orgasm number… two.” I held up two fingers.
She shook her head. “Oh, no, sweetheart, I can’t have multiple orgasms.”
“Okay, that’s just flat-out wrong,” I said, guiding Mom onto her knees. I loved the power of fucking doggy style. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of a woman, I loved watching a body rock back against mine, I loved being in control and taking a partner however I liked. “You just haven’t met the right girl. Or maybe you have, but just had to wait for her to grow up.” I moved behind her.
“I’ve tried myself,” she admitted. “Countless times.”
“Well, I’m determined to break that losing streak,” I said, as I penetrated her already very wet pussy, “and if I say so myself, I’m damn good at this.”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned as my cock filled her.
Sometimes I start slow when fucking a lover, other times I fuck hard and fast. This time would definitely be hard and fast. But first, I grabbed Mom’s hips and held her tightly against me, my prick buried deep inside her. “Tell me what you want, Mommy.”
“Oh God, Hannah, I want you to fuck me as wild as you can,” she cried. “Please!”
I gave her five quick hard thrusts before I withdrew, all but the tip. I asked, as a high priest might inquire of a supplicant, “Margaret Baxter, do you want to be your daughter Hannah’s mommy-slut?” God, I felt so hot and wicked.
“Yes, Hannah,” Mom moaned, struggling to impale herself on my cock, but I held her hips firmly in place. “I… I, Margaret Baxter, very much want to be your mommy-slut.”
Five more deep, hard thrusts — and she made a face when I stopped again. “Stop teasing, Hannah. Just fuck the ass off me!”
“Oh? You want anal? I can do that!” I withdrew all the way, even though I knew that wasn’t what she meant..
“No, no — in my cunt, baby,” Mom pleaded, looking back at me with hungry eyes. “Please fuck me, make me yours, Hannah. I want to be your lover!”
I loved the idea of that, the idea of what we had being much more than just this evening.
I slid back into her and began pounding her hard, just like she’d asked me to. “I’m going to fuck you all the time, my sweet mommy-pet.”
“Yes, Hannah, yes. I need someone to do that for me.”
The difference was that, unlike my asshole father, I would treat my mother like a princess — a submissive princess who loved to be taken by her daughter, but still a princess. And I would be the queen.
Then there was just fucking and moaning. I fucked her hard as I could, fast as I could. Her moans and heavy breathing were sweet music to my ears.
I never wanted to make someone come as much as I did her at the moment. Yet, even though she sounded close to release, she wasn’t coming.
Then an idea popped into my head. I pulled out and ordered, “On your stomach, Mom.”
She obeyed, but shook her head. “It’s okay, honey. I love how this feels, but I’m not going to come.”
“You are going to come, trust me,” I insisted, and delved into the nightstand drawer for my magic wand, which I hoped would live up to its name. It always had for me, so I was feeling optimistic.
I plugged the wand into the wall and returned to kneel between Mom’s legs. “Raise your hips just a little,” I said. She did, and I placed the toy underneath where she lay, positioning it in just the right way to stimulate her clitoris.
“Ohhhhhh my,” she moaned, as the vibrations hit her.
I got behind Mom, angled the strap-on cock into position, arched my back and entered her again.
The position was slightly awkward, but I was back inside, resting my weight on her, which forced the wand to do its magic.
“My God… my God!” her voice rising from a moan to a wail as I got down to fucking my mother.
I bucked my hips forward in a series of savage thrusts, filling her again and again, making the entire bed move and the headboard bump rhythmically against the wall.
“Oh yes,” Mom panted. “F-fuck me, Hannah. God, I love this!”
Listening to her beg for more only made me hotter. I suspected that she was just as turned on by the kinky incestuous aspect of our lovemaking just as much as I was. I decided to play with the idea.
“You like your daughter fucking you, Mommy?” I asked, as I filled her box.
“Oh, yes… Mommy loves… loves being fucked by her… s-sexy daughter,” she gasped.
“Then come for your little girl,” I said. “Come for me, and you’ll be my mommy-pet forever!”
“Harder, more,” Mom begged, clearly inches away from the orgasm she hadn’t thought was possible. Now she was almost clawing her way toward it.
“Soon, I’ll be fucking you in the kitchen. I’ll be bending you over the sink and doing you from behind. I’ll have you right on the dining table.”
“Oh God, Hannah,” she moaned, her eyes wide in astonishment, “I’m — I’m getting close.”
“I’ll have you eating my pussy for breakfast,” I continued. That was an idea I found immensely appealing, as I almost always woke up horny.
“I’ll do anything for you, Hannah,” she moaned, humping her ass up and down with a strength I didn’t know she had.
“Anything at all? Then be a good girl and come for me,” I said, as I sucked on my thumb, preparing for the big finish. Placing the tip of it against her anus, I began to push.
It wasn’t easy to penetrate Mom’s rectum, the way she was thrashing around, but with a little work, I got in, and she screamed, “Ohhhhhh fuck!”
“Come for me, Mom!” I growled, my thumb all the way up her asshole.
“Yesssssss!” she screamed, loud enough to wake the dead as a second climax ripped through her.
She collapsed on the bed and I, wanting more of her sweet nectar, flipped Mom onto her back and buried my face in her flooding cunt, amazed at the size of the damp spot that was already there on the sheets.
I licked her for a minute or so before I decided it was time to deal with my own throbbing pussy, as well as initiate Mom into the fine art of cunnilingus.
I got up, removed my strap-on and admired my beautiful mother. She looked so sexy in the afterglow of her ecstasy. Her face was all blotchy with color, her mouth slack as she gasped, her hair was a mess and her body was covered in sweat. She was beautiful!
She turned her head to look at me and said, “I can’t believe I just had two orgasms.”
“I don’t take no for an answer,” I shrugged.
“Two orgasms from my daughter,” she added.
“I was just comforting you,” I added, as I moved back to her bed. “Still sad?”
“No, I’m in love. Can I try getting you off?” she asked, which was so cute to hear, as I’d already decided that was exactly what she was doing next.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” as I knee-walked up the bed and straddled Mom’s face.
“Your pussy is all wet,” she noticed.
“Fucking and licking my darling mother got me pretty hot,” I admitted, “You’d better get used to it like this,” as I lowered my wet cunt to her open mouth.
I can’t believe I’m about to lick my baby girl’s pussy,” she said, just before she did.
“Oh, trust me, you’re going to be going down on me so often that you’ll count it as part of your diet,” I said. I could have a dozen orgasms on a good day, easily… although only three or four was my norm. “No one has ever been able to eat my peach just once.”
“Mmmmm,” she crooned, quite muffled. “You taste so good.”
“So I’ve been told,” I replied. “And tonight, I learned I taste a lot like you.”
She moved her hands to my nylon-clad legs and began to massage them as she licked.
Although I like a few positions such as legs spread and lying down, legs spread and sitting down, and a sideways sixty-nine, my favorite was being on top.
I was in control.
I could enjoy a nice, slow licking.
Or grind one out on her face.
Although I wanted to enjoy a leisurely licking, my pussy was too excited at the moment.
After two or three minutes of her gentle oral, I ordered, “Now get your daughter off, my Mommy-pet.”
She began licking faster… and I began to press my cunt into her mouth, my need to climax overriding everything else.
And then I was coming, shrieking my rapture to the skies as I flooded my mother’s face, demonstrating my own squirting abilities.
She eagerly drank down every drop of my honey. I figured that she’d become just as hooked on my pussy as my other lovers, but by that time I was just as addicted to hers.
Not wanting this to end, I waited until my orgasm had only just begun to subside before I climbed off her.
I asked, looking down at her very wet and messy face, “Want to see if three times is a charm?”
She gave me a look that I’d have to call befuddled. “Um, what?”
“One more orgasm.” I moved between her legs with my own spread wide until our pussies were kissing. Her eyes widened, and I said, “This is called tribbing.”
“Wh-what is?” she asked, accompanied by a soft whimper.
“This is. Pussy to pussy rubbing,” I answered. I grabbed one of her feet and began sucking on her toes again as I began to work my cunt against hers.
“Oh,” my mother moaned, suddenly understanding what I meant. She began to grind back, then grabbed one of my nylon-clad feet and stuffed several of my toes into her mouth.
For a few minutes, we rubbed our pussies together in a frenzied lesbian fuck.
There was moaning.
There was writhing.
There was sweat. It was beautiful.
Suddenly, my mother stopped moving. “I want to taste you again,” she said. “Can we sixty-nine?”
I grinned. “How can I say no to that?”
We repositioned ourselves side-by-side, each burying her mouth between the other’s thighs.
Then we licked each other.
And then we fingered each other.
And then I found her g-spot.
Then she found mine.
And then we both came, baptizing each other’s faces with what felt like gallons of sweet, delicious nectar.
We kissed, for many long minutes… kissed like lovers. Because that’s what we had become.
Finally my beautiful mother backed away before giving me one more gentle kiss and gazing tenderly into my eyes. “My darling child, I can’t believe we just did that.”
“You needed comforting, Mom,” I replied, gently caressing her tits.
“But now you’ll need therapy,” she said, then giggled.
I laughed, then said, “No, now I have my own live-in human alarm clock and life is good.”
“You want me to wake you up every morning by licking that yummy cunt of yours?”
“Breakfast in bed,” I joked.
Mom grinned. “They do say it’s the most important meal of the day.” She moved back between my legs and said, “I think I still owe you one more orgasm.”
I watched as she buried her face between my legs and began to lick.
I wrapped my nylon-clad legs around her, wondering what tomorrow would bring as I moaned, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy.”
Mom said between licks, “This is way better than overpriced roses… smells nicer, too.”
“And it won’t wilt in a few days,” I retorted, before adding, “you’ll be enjoying this bouquet for years to come.”
“And now it’s time to get you to come,” she said, burying her mouth in my wetness, going down on me like the eager lesbian I’d just taught her to be.
The End