Sit in My Lap

  • Posted on July 2, 2020 at 12:15 pm

One of my “quickie” stories, a little something posted here to tide you over while in the midst of editing a dozen or so erotic masterpieces from our roster of quality authors. Hope it brings you a scrap or two of pleasure.

By JetBoy

My daughter April and I had always enjoyed a bit of harmless flirtation with each other. Not in a sexual sense, mind you — more like a teasing game, played to see which of us would take things the furthest.

I recall how, when she was a teenager, and I was starting to date again after divorcing her dad, April would watch me dress and urge me to wear something sexier, like dresses with low cut tops and short skirts, accented with fishnet stocking and spiked-heel shoes. I began to encourage her in the same way when she started dating herself — just a bit of affectionate fun, that was all.

Once, when I came home somewhat tipsy with my clothing askew after one particularly hot evening, April actually helped me undress. At one point she almost seemed to be touching me in a rather intimate way when I was down to my panties, and I remember asking her in a tone of mock-outrage, “Hey, girl — are you feeling me up?”

She responded by reaching around me from behind, one hand cupping my breast, the other rubbing my belly. “Feeling you up? Now, why on earth would I do such a thing to my own mother?” she said, speaking in a tone of such bewildered innocence that all I could do was laugh.

Later that night, though, the memory of April’s touch left me feeling oddly aroused, in spite of myself… and even though I’d already gotten off like gangbusters with the guy I’d been with that evening, I ended up masturbating to a shuddering orgasm before I fell asleep.

A few months later, April had moved to Atlanta to attend college. Recently I went to visit her for the first time, and she made plans for the two of us to hit the hot spots with a couple of girls she knew from school. So we did just that, and by the end of the evening, the four of us were feeling no pain.

April hailed a taxi with no trouble — she stood ten feet away from the curb, stuck two fingers in her mouth and gave a loud whistle, and a cab stopped right away. Her best friend Gina climbed in the front with the driver, while her co-workers Maggie and Sylvia sat in the back with me.

“What about me? Where do I sit?” April said, folding her arms, looking absolutely stunning as the passing cars each illuminated her in turn.

“Sit on my lap, sweetie,” I told her, patting my thighs.

“Works for me,” April said. Taking off her heels, she clambered into my lap. It took a moment to arrange ourselves, but soon we were cozily nestled together.

The ride home was quite bumpy and April was wobbling around on my lap. I did my best to keep her upright, but she kept going limp on purpose, pretending to be more tipsy than she was. There was a lot of dirty banter flying about between us, and we were all in high spirits.

Sylvia and Gina were the first to go, since they were roommates. They paid for their share of the fare and tip, blew kisses to everyone, and made their way arm in arm into the apartment building.

April lost her balance again when the driver pulled away from the curb — and in the effort to steady herself, she grabbed my left breast.

Easy there, honey!” I gasped.

April burst into embarrassed giggles… and I couldn’t help but laugh along. “Sorry, Mom,” she purred, giving my breast a tender caress. “There… is that better?”

Feeling my face grow hot, I took her hand away. “Christ… you’re completely pixilated, aren’t you?” I said, unwilling to admit that April’s touch had awakened an all-too familiar warmth between my thighs. It had been awhile since I’d had sex, and it didn’t take much to get my motor purring after a few drinks.

Pixilated? What’s that?” Maggie said, squinting at us.

April snickered. “You never heard that word before? Means drunk, so drunk that you’re, um, seeing pixies!” She began to laugh. “I heard Porky Pig say it in a, a cartoon once, an’ Mom told me what it meant.”

“That’s not what I see,” Maggie replied. “After all those shots of tequila, it was mostly trolls and goblins.”

“Wait, wait!” I put in. “I’m pretty sure those were just the guys at that last joint. They only looked like trolls.” We’d made the mistake of popping into a sports bar, where we’d run into a bunch of creepy stockbrokers on the make. One of them had tried to get handsy with Gina, and she’d accidentally-on-purpose knocked a Singapore Sling into his lap. That was when we decided to call it a night.

Now we were all giddy with laughter once more — and that was when I felt April’s hand, resting on my breast again. Before I could respond, she cried, “God, I can feel your nipple, Mom!”

I glanced down to confirm what she’d said. Sure enough, I could see their outline through the front of my blouse, despite wearing a bra. My nipples are pretty large, even more so when they get erect.

By then, the arousal I felt, along with the drinks I’d had, make me feel especially bold. “Wouldn’t talk if I were you,”  I cooed, reaching up to pinch the tip of her breast, which was clearly visible through the black silk bra she wore. Her blouse had slid off her one shoulder, and I couldn’t help but notice how lovely she looked.

“You two bitches are scandalous,” said Maggie. “April, why are you still on your mother’s lap, anyhow? Here, I’ll scoot over.”

“Oh, but she’s all soft and warm,” April replied. “Anyhow, I love my mommy.” And there she remained, perched on my lap.

A few minutes later, we dropped off Maggie at her flat, then set off for April’s apartment.

“Want to get down now, hon?” I asked, since it was just us and the driver.

“Uh-uh,” April whispered. “I like this… being extra-special close to you.” Her lips brushed my ear. “Wanna know how nice you make me feel?”

Something in her tone had my heartbeat accelerating. “Um, sure.” My hand was absently resting on April’s bare thigh.

Suddenly, April seized my hand and slipped it between her legs, placing it on the rise of her vulva!

God, I could feel how wet my daughter’s cunt was through the front of her skimpy panties. Shocked, I tried to pull away, but she squeezed her thighs together, trapping my hand right where it was.

“Oh my God, April!” I breathed, looking up at her.

My daughter’s eyes were closed and she was biting her lip — a look of utter bliss on her lovely features. She whispered, “Touch me, Mom. Touch my pussy. Feel how hot I am down there.”

Though happily bisexual, and despite the flirtatious behavior that April and I have always indulged in, I’d never thought of my daughter as a potential lover, sexy as she is.

I should have resisted, pushed her away… but the combination of April’s wet cunt beneath my trembling fingers, her warm body pressed into mine and her sweet spearmint breath in my ear gave me an undeniable sexual rush.

I couldn’t say no to this. Hell, I didn’t want to say no.

Nuzzling my little girl’s neck, I whispered, “Just wait until we get home, girl. You’re in big trouble.” I placed a lingering kiss in the hollow of her throat.

“Ohhh…” she murmured in response. “Are you gonna spank me, Mommy?” Her tongue emerged to lick languidly at my ear. “Or just fuck me?”

The little-girl voice that she was speaking in actually doubled my excitement. “Whatever my naughty child wants,” I whispered back.

God, this was too kinky for words. I knew this was wrong in every way imaginable, but I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so sexually excited. My own daughter was coming on to me, and I was letting it happen.

Snuggling closer to me, April rested her head on my shoulder. Tucking my hand into her damp panties, I allowed a finger to gently trace the line of her slit — which, I was delighted to discover, was baby-smooth. I couldn’t help but think of all the teasing games April and I had indulged in over the years. Was this what we’d been heading for all along?

“Here’s your stop, ladies,” announced the driver from the front seat, completely oblivious to our forbidden caresses. I somehow managed to fish the money out of my purse, April still on my lap and curled against my body. Then we struggled our way out of the cab, finally standing on the sidewalk in a daze that was far more about lust than liquor.

“G’night,” the cabbie murmured, then pulled away.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking as we approached the entrance to her apartment building. It was beginning to sink in, the sheer enormity of what was happening between my daughter and me. She’d literally invited me to fuck her, for God’s sake — and I’d instantly accepted!

I want this to happen, I told myself. Damn the consequences, April and I are getting down and extremely dirty tonight. Now that I’d admitted it, the only surprise I felt was that it had taken this long.

“Mmmm, never been better,” my daughter murmured, her hand casually exploring my ass as we stood side by side. Our eyes met, and I shivered at what I read in hers.

Withdrawing her hand, she delved into her purse, quickly withdrawing her key ring. Fumbling it into the lock, she got us into the building, then we stumbled across the deserted lobby to the elevator.

As soon as the door closed and the elevator began to rise, April wrapped both arms around my neck, gazing up at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Mom,” she sighed, then her lips found mine.

Our kiss was gentle at first, then her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I nearly swooned. My lips parted for her, and I eagerly matched April’s passion. My daughter and I were making out like lust-crazed teenagers, and all I could think about was getting her clothes off and the two of us into bed.

Suddenly conscious of where we were, I reluctantly broke our embrace. “I love you too, sweetheart,” I panted, adorning that cute button nose of hers with a gentle peck, “but let’s wait until we get into your apartment, okay?”

I held her body close to mine as the elevator finally reached our floor, then took April’s hand and led her down the hallway. Once again, she dug her keys out and fumbled to unlock the door, hissing, “Shit!” when she dropped them. Finally she got it open, and we hastened inside.

I shut the door behind me, then turned to face April. Faster than I thought she could move, my daughter snatched my hand and tugged me into her. She fell back against the wall, where we came together in a heated kiss.

Tilted off balance, we began to slide down, April pulling me with her until we lay in a tangle on the floor. My daughter was on top of me, gazing deep into my eyes, licking her lips. Her skirt had hiked all the way up to the waist, exposing the rosy cleft of her cunt. How had she taken off her panties without my noticing?

I hadn’t seen my daughter’s sex from this close since I’d bathed her as a child — and now, I ached to kiss it. Smirking at my lustful gaze, April opened her thighs for me, those moist pink lips parting ever so slightly. I licked my lips as I stared, already imagining how my daughter would taste.

“My pussy, Mom…” she said in a soft, sexy voice. “Do you think it’s pretty?”

“It’s… it’s beautiful, sweetheart,” I replied. “The loveliest flower I’ve ever seen.”

April extended a hand to me, helping me to my feet — then she kissed me with such urgency that I nearly stumbled backwards. Her tongue darted into my mouth and her arms entwined my waist, pressing our bodies together. I relaxed in my daughter’s arms and returned the kiss, pausing to nibble at her lower lip.

As our tongues sparred back and forth, I felt April’s hands slip down my back and beneath the skirt I wore, groping my panty-clad ass. Her fingers pressed through the silken material to tease my anus, then she brought one hand around to the front to cup my vulva in her palm.

I began to touch my daughter, caressing her bare bottom beneath that barely-there skirt, still wondering just  how far we were going to take this sweet insanity that was playing out between us. Then when April knelt in front of me and slid what had become a very soaked pair of panties down to my knees, I knew that my child and I were playing this hand right through to the end, that we would soon be lesbian lovers. And I couldn’t have been more thrilled.

“Oh yeah, Mom,” she whispered, “you’ve got a beautiful pussy, too.” My daughter stared at the thick bush between my thighs, reaching up to gently part the labia with her fingers.

“So fucking sexy…” she breathed. Then April dove into me, taking my dripping, burning cunt into her mouth, her tongue licking lustily at the opening.

My knees buckled, and I rested my hands on her head for balance. This was easily the wildest, kinkiest thing I’d ever done — and it left me nearly delirious with joy. My own daughter, going down on me, making love to the opening from which she’d first emerged into the world. My cunt. Her mouth. Oh, my.

Suddenly, without warning, something massed inside me — and I felt an orgasm batter my body like a tsunami. I bucked helplessly against April’s face and threw my head back, knocking my skull against the hallway wall with a dull thud — which, strangely enough, made me come even harder, bright stars exploding behind tightly clenched eyes as my daughter continued to lick my pussy.

The fireworks finally began to dwindle to sparks and smoke, and I let myself slide down until I was resting to the floor. I had just enough strength left to reach out for April, and she obligingly crawled into my arms, her mouth claiming mine in a passionate kiss.

When I tasted myself on her tongue, a wave of lust swept through me like a shot of strong coffee, rousing my body from its torpor. I hugged my daughter fiercely, wrapping both legs around her now bare hips. April had stripped herself completely bare — and as we kissed hotly, my hands began to explore her.

She broke away, tugging my dress off over my head. “I want you naked, Mom,” she panted.

“Yes, darling,” I moaned as she unfastened my bra, flinging it to one side, her hot mouth claiming my left nipple.

She sucked and licked one breast, then the other. “Fuck, Mom,” she cooed, raising her face to mine, a blissful smile on her lips, “if you only knew how long I wanted this, how–” and she lunged in to kiss me, her tongue flashing between my lips for a split second, then pulled back again, “–how many times I’ve dreamed of doing this to you…”

And we were kissing again, our open mouths sliding together as we fondled one another. I allowed my hands to explore April’s ass, a wicked finger slipping into the cleft between her cheeks.

“Sweetheart,” I breathed, gently breaking our passionate kiss, “I want to taste you now. Get on all fours.”

With a wicked grin, April quickly got onto her knees, presenting her bottom to me. I began to caress those luscious globes, trailing my fingers all over and around them. My daughter’s eyes closed, and she moaned with delight. Leaning in closer, I placed a gentle kiss on her right buttock. Then I was kissing her ass all over, hot, open-mouthed kisses that had April’s body trembling like a leaf in a heavy wind. She had yet to orgasm, and was growing desperate for release.

Parting her cheeks to reveal the crease of her anus, I slowly trailed my tongue through the dark pink crack. She whimpered, “Mom… oh, Mom… I love you so much.”

Pressing my tongue into her ass, I began licking her eagerly, totally caught up in the sheer wickedness of rimming my own daughter. Slipping a hand between her quivering thighs, I brushed her dripping slit with a fingertip. April cried out, a spasm of ecstasy rippling through her body. I placed two fingers at the opening of her cunt, then slid them deep into her with a single stroke.

My daughter howled like a cat in heat, throwing her head back, then inhaled sharply as I began to pump my fingers in and out of her, still licking at my baby’s asshole. Then I slid my free arm around April’s thigh, my hand seeking and finding her clitoris. Taking the swollen nubbin between index finger and thumb, I gave it a gentle tweak.

April’s orgasm was instantaneous, her entire body seizing up as the first shockwave of pleasure tore through her. A strangled scream issued from her throat, and her legs were trembling violently. It was all I could do to keep pleasuring her… but I continued to plunge my fingers in and out of her dripping vagina, still pressing my face between those flawless buttocks, bathing April’s rosebud with rapid swipes of my tongue.

Before I knew it, my daughter was coming again, her moans muffled as she buried her face in the deep shag carpet.

Eventually, her ecstasy began to wane, and I made my touches and licking gentler, more soothing. Finally, she relaxed completely, slumping onto her side in the thick rug. I crawled behind April and took my flushed, sweating daughter into my arms, spooning her.

“God, Mom,” she whispered. “No one’s ever made me come like that.” She squirmed around to face me, our breasts touching. “I’m so happy that we finally got to fuck. I’ve had fantasies about being with you ever since I figured out I liked girls.” She nuzzled my neck.

My hands roamed over April’s warm, damp body. “Did you… plan for this to happen tonight?” I murmured, giving her bottom a playful squeeze.

She shook her head, her face buried in my breasts. “No… I’ve never worked up the nerve to come on to you before.” She suddenly giggled. “If I hadn’t had that fourth Manhattan, and you hadn’t let me sit in your lap, I doubt any of this would have happened.”

I brought my hands to my daughter’s face, tilting it up to meet my gaze. “I’m glad it did, my sweet, sweet angel,” I breathed. “I love you… and not just as a mother.” Our mouths slowly met, and we shared a warm kiss that slowly grew hot and eager.

We kissed for a long, long while, then April gently pulled away and cooed, “Wanna take a shower with me?”

As you might expect, this sounded like a great idea. Hand in hand we danced upstairs to the bathroom, giggling and squealing like children. Climbing into the tiled cubicle, my daughter and I shared a hot shower, washing away the evidence of exertion and pussy from our bodies.

As we dried off with fluffy towels, I had some sober thoughts that needed to be shared with my daughter.

“What are we going to do after this?” I began.

She giggled. “Fuck some more.”

“Well… that sounds delightful, and I’m not saying I don’t want to. But I mean — what’s going to happen to us, as mother and daughter, once we sober up in the morning?”

Silence from April. Perhaps she’s less tipsy than she seems, I thought.

I continued to speak my mind. “Sweetie, I’ve had relationships with women before, but I’ve never indulged in incest. And tonight… was really incredible. I’m not saying it’s over, because before we turn in for the night I am definitely going to fuck you again… but can we really have a sexual relationship, you and I?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. “I mean, how can we act like a mother and daughter at Christmas, when we’re also having sex? The next time I see you, I won’t be able to think about anything but what happened tonight, and how wonderful it was.”

April responded by wrapping both arms around me, holding me close. “I’m still your little girl, Mom,” she said softly, her lips brushing my ear, “and you’re still my strong, loving mother.” She pulled back to smile sweetly at me. “Don’t think of it as something we’ve lost, Mom, think of this as something extra, taking our love just one step further.” She dipped her head to place a warm, soft kiss on my neck, then spoke again. “I don’t want to give this up, Mom. I couldn’t bear to.” Her lips briefly touched my skin once more. “And I don’t think that you want to, either… do you?”

My body was tingling from head to toe from those soft, sensual kisses. I knew April was right — or at least, I desperately needed her to be. Because this forbidden lust for my child was raging again, my hunger for her awakened anew. I wanted to taste her, to take her, to possess her in a way that mothers weren’t supposed to have their daughters. To be her lover and her mother, now and forever.

“I don’t want to stop, sweetheart,” I confessed.

Taking April’s hand, I led my angel to her bed… our bed, now. As her mother, I tucked her in alongside me; as her lover, I slipped beneath the cool sheets and climbed on top of her, our mouths coming together in a kiss that quickly grew heated. And just like that, my daughter and I were making love again.

Afterward, we shared whispered declarations of devotion, April and I, soon falling asleep in each other’s arms.

My last thought before drifting off was of the morning to come… and it made me smile. It would be the start of a good day, of that I was certain — the first day of a new life.

The End

 

14 Comments on Sit in My Lap

  1. David says:

    WOW JetBoy, I am still trembling from my orgasm. That was one of your better ones for sure! I loved the detail and the way the whole sorry flowed. I found myself there, as you description and detailed pulled me in. Very very well done JetBoy!

  2. chef73 says:

    Nice story to start a new month. Enjoyed thanks.

  3. Shy Mom says:

    How wonderfully romantic, tender, and hot! For a “quickie,” there’s a lot of character development that makes the payoff emotional as well as sexual.

  4. kim says:

    Yes, like the others have said. So well written. And to take a line from the story,

    I felt an orgasm batter my body like a tsunami.

    great job, JetBoy.

    Kim & Sue

  5. Euphorsyne, Thalia & Aglaia says:

    Mmmm, so good! I concur with all the above esteemed readers! loved the whole story and found it not as quick as it might seem, well written and soooo descriptive!

    If I were that cabbie, I probably would’ve driven off the road trying to watch all that lovely “goings on” in the rear view mirror…difficult to imagine he could’ve been so discreetly oblivious…

    Also loved the sensual seduction between mother and daughter, I think they might’ve at some point in their future, gotten around to this scenario even if they hadn’t gotten drunk….

    And these few lines are awesome:

    (April’s mom)

    …I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN, I told myself. DAMN THE CONSEQUENCES, APRIL AND I ARE GETTING DOWN AND EXTREMELY DIRTY TONIGHT.
    Now that I’d admitted it, the only surprise I felt was that it had taken this long.

    (and, a few moments later)

    …I hadn’t seen my daughter’s sex from this close since I’d bathed her as s child — and now, I ached to kiss it. Smirking at my lustful gaze, April parted her thighs for me, those moist pink lips parting ever so slightly. I licked my lips as I stared. Already imagining how my daughter would taste.

    “My pussy, Mom…” she said in a soft, sexy voice, noticing where my attention was directed. “do you think it’s pretty?”

    “It’s…it’s beautiful, sweetheart,” I replied…..

    Mmmm, so delicious!

    Thank you, JetBoy for a nice hot story to enjoy on this holiday!

    Stay Safe, Stay Healthy, Stay Cool everyone.

    E,T&A

  6. adammatt says:

    Bravo.

  7. BigBird says:

    Jetboy like always very erotic and very hot, but I read this story years ago as the Taxi ride and it was about Mother and daughter getting naughty with watersports. Where did you find it as I’ve been looking for that version ever since. Just wondering.
    Thanks again for submitting another super hot story.

    • JetBoy says:

      Can’t help you there, friend. I don’t recall that one myself, but I do get ideas that stick in my head from stories encountered along the way… and I certainly might have done with this one that you remember reading. If you ever find it, let me know.

  8. Quinlan says:

    Well done. You rarely disappoint, JetBoy. And the fact that you call this one of your “quickies” and not one of your “masterpieces” says how good your writing can be.

  9. collie says:

    Hot story! I looooved the teasing and buildup in the taxi.

  10. phil says:

    great story, any chance of a follow on story of these 2 lovelys

  11. Dani says:

    Great story. Excellent writing. Another chapter with these two would certainly make my day!

    Thanks.
    Dani.

  12. nick says:

    i thgink there shoild be another chapter and it`s say 3 years on wards? because that storey wae excellent

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