By JetBoy
I wasn’t sure what time Mya and I woke the next morning — around six, perhaps. I had more important things to do than look at the clock. We smiled knowingly at each other, and then she shifted around on the bed, bringing her mouth to my sex and her sex to my mouth.
In the light that shone through the blinds, I could see every detail of Mya’s womanhood, I could tell where my tongue would go when I licked her. I let my hands glide all over her bottom, marveling how that part of her was so firm, yet so soft.
Touching her that way inflamed me even more, and I followed a wicked impulse that had me trailing my tongue to the cleft of Mya’s ass and licking her there — something I’d never tried with a lover.
And then she was using her fingers to pleasure my anus as well, her thumb deftly manipulating my clit all the while. I gasped as she penetrated me, her digits twisting about inside my rectum. Deciding to up the ante further, I began to masturbate Mya while licking at her rosebud.
My own emotions were a fire inside me, swiftly mounting until I came in an incandescent burst of pure heat and light, exploding in my head like a sun gone nova. Without meaning to, I fell asleep seconds later.
When I woke, the sun was higher in the sky, and I was alone. I rolled over to peer at the clock — nine-thirty. I lay back, feeling warm and content, sated with the memory of my first lesbian experience.
I sighed wistfully — already missing Mya, but not unhappy to be alone right then. I needed time to think. Already, hard questions were making themselves known, demanding answers.
First question: how could I have done what I’d done? I’d made love to a teenage girl! Not just once, but twice — and when I awoke, my first thought was of having her yet again!
Then I laughed at myself. Who made love to who last night? Mya had seduced me, and I’d responded. What was it she’d said — that making love to a woman was easy as falling off a skateboard?
I hadn’t fully understood her at the time, but now I did. Relax, let go, let things happen. Live life in the now. If you want someone, and that someone wants you, it’s okay to give in. Don’t get in the way of nature and you’ll be fine. I nodded to myself, reassured.
Next question: had I fallen in love with Mya?
I pondered, studying the mixed shapes of light and shadow on the wall opposite the window. After a moment’s reflection, I had to shake my head. No, I wasn’t in love. Mya had desires, I had desires. We’d been together and satisfied them. There had been no vows of love, no demands for fidelity.
With a rush of insight, I knew I’d just had a one-night stand — the first in my life — and finally understood why so many people indulged in them.
That left one remaining question: was I now a lesbian? That one I wasn’t so certain about…
I heard faint murmurs in the hall outside my bedroom, giving me just enough time to cover myself. The door opened, Mya poked her head in. “You awake?” I hesitantly nodded, and she grinned happily. “We’ve got a surprise for you.”
She came inside, and I saw she was dressed in a blouse and skirt. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved. Then my daughter Kellie followed her in with a tray and placed it in my lap. Kellie’s friend Becka — her girlfriend, I reminded myself — was a step behind, bearing a glass of orange juice.
“We fixed this for you, Mom,” Kellie told me, “to say thank you for everything. All the hard work you did.”
It had to be obvious that I was naked beneath the sheet that I was clutching to my chest — and anyhow, the room probably reeked of lesbian sex. Kellie and Becka were freshly showered, bright-eyed and all smiles. It wasn’t hard to figure out why they were so chipper. I stared down at breakfast, trying to conceal my embarrassment.
“Um… is it okay if Becka hangs out for awhile?” Kellie asked, and I nodded.
Anything you want, daughter mine. Anything at all. I have no earthly idea what I’ll say if you ask me what I was doing last night.
Mya smiled sweetly. “Gladys, enjoy. Take your time getting up, okay?”
Then the girls were gone and I was left with two scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and pancakes generously anointed with maple syrup. It was a genuinely nice gesture, downright touching.
Picking up the fork, I took a bite of egg, pleased to see that Kellie remembered how I liked them — with a sprinkling of pepper on top. Mmmm, pretty good. Suddenly realizing how hungry I was, I tucked into this unexpected feast, cleaning my plate in short order.
After eating, I hit the shower. The previous day’s mixture of hard work and wanton pleasure had left me a bit achy, and it felt wonderful to let the steaming hot water caress every inch of my body.
I was just toweling off when Mya stuck her head in the bathroom. I saw her gaze approvingly at my nudity; then she smiled, arching an eyebrow in a very flirtatious way. “One of the girls’ moms just showed up, I told her you were in the shower.”
She winked, then vanished; leaving me all quivery inside, longing to kiss her, to take off that cute dress and have her right here on the bathroom floor. And I had a sneaking suspicion that she might’ve actually let me, too.
Shrugging off my lewd daydream, I hurriedly got dressed and emerged from the bathroom to say hello. The woman — my mind was in such a whirl that her name didn’t even register — thanked me, then left with her daughter.
In the next hour there was a steady stream of girls exiting, thanking me on the way, some picked up by parents, some not. I found myself wondering how many of the mothers knew about the kind of party we’d had, then thrust the thought away so I could greet them without feeling awkward.
Then Mya came over to me. “I’ve got to run. Thanks, Gladys.”
I met her eyes, suddenly feeling absurdly shy. “When can I see you again?” I asked, lowering my voice.
“I’ll call later this week,” Mya told me. “Thanks a million — it was wonderful.” There was a warmth in her smile that made me want so badly to kiss her…
“You’re welcome any time, Mya,” I said, feeling oddly embarrassed at how desperately I wanted to get her back in bed with me — and as soon as possible.
She winked, squeezed my hand, then left.
A few minutes later Kellie and Becka wandered into the kitchen, hand in hand. Everyone else was gone.
My daughter smiled sweetly at me. “Can we skinny-dip, Mom…?” Kellie asked.
Hesitantly, I nodded. Kellie squealed with excitement, and then the two of them raced from the room. Ah, teen love… so sweet.
I leaned back against the wall, thinking about how I had changed since last night. That question again: was I a lesbian now?
Bisexual, at the very least, I thought. Mya had pleasured me in a way that made the prospect of being with a man seem utterly mundane.
Outside, the laughing and splashing had stopped. I got up and went over to the window. Kellie and Becka were standing naked on the edge of the pool, passionately kissing. Becka was fondling Kellie’s bare bottom as well. A tendril of arousal spun through me, and I shook my head to clear it, chiding myself.
Deciding to give them some privacy, I picked up a book I’d been reading and stretched out on the sofa. My mind was elsewhere, though, and I ended up dozing off.
Someone touched my shoulder. “Mom.”
I gazed affectionately up at Kellie, letting the fog of sleep drain away. “Hmmm?”
“Can we give Becka a ride home?” Kellie asked.
I nodded, raising myself into a sitting position to stretch my arms. “Let me get my jacket.”
Not much later we were back, and I wandered into the living room, contentedly settling down in the easy chair. Kellie came over to where I sat and surprised me by climbing into my lap to nestle, wrapping both arms around my neck.
“Thanks, Mom. For everything.”
I cuddled her to me. “You’re welcome, hon. I really appreciate the breakfast in bed, by the way.”
“So, Mom…” Kellie gazed up at me, then hesitated.
I raised an eyebrow. “Yes…?”
“Did you and Mya, um, have a good time last night?” She was blushing.
I laughed affectionately. My sex life — or for that matter, my sexuality — is something Kellie and I never really discussed. Now, though, things had changed for both of us, and I felt a sudden desire to be honest with my child.
“It was wonderful,” I murmured, blushing a bit myself. “I’ve never… been with a woman before, and Mya was, well, incredible. She taught me everything.”
“Do you think you’ll ever do it again?” she asked softly.
“Oh, definitely,” I smiled. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“So, you don’t mind about Becka and me?” she asked. “You don’t think we’re — well, too young to be girlfriends?”
I kissed the top of her head. “No, sweetie. When I was your age, I missed out on a whole lot of experiences. I don’t want you to be like that. If you and Becka are in love, then there’s nothing wrong with — with expressing that love in a physical way.”
Kellie tilted her face up to mine, her arms still twined around my neck. “Thanks, Mom,” she sighed. “Gosh, I sure do love you…” She raised herself slightly, brushing my cheek with her lips.
What made me do what I did then? Everything, really. Curiosity, hunger, the lust still burning inside me for Mya, the knowledge that my daughter was also experimenting with girls.
I turned my head slightly; returning Kellie’s kiss, allowing it to linger. Her lips parted for me, and I found myself lightly teasing my baby’s mouth with the tip of my tongue.
I drew back and looked at Kellie, who smiled adoringly, her face warm with desire — and then she closed her eyes, pressing herself into me.
Our mouths met again. This time Kellie kissed me like a lover, her tongue darting between my lips. I was stunned, but only for a moment — and before I knew it I was returning her kiss measure for measure, Frenching my daughter with a passion I had never felt for any man, even her father. Our mouths slid together moistly, tongues mingling in a dance of love that left me breathless.
After a bit, Kellie pulled back, looking up at me. Her voice was soft, sweet, and dripping with lust. “Touch me, Mom… please, touch me. I need you.”
“I… I need you too,” I whispered, once again claiming her lips with mine, kissing her deeply, exploring Kellie’s mouth with my tongue. I was no longer capable of reason. All thoughts of right and wrong, of breaking the taboo of incest, and lesbian incest at that — they melted away in the heat of my desire for Kellie. This felt so good, so right. How could I not make love to my daughter?
I popped the button of Kellie’s jeans, then slowly undid her zipper. My hand slipped inside, then under the waistband of her powder-blue panties to touch her vulva. God, she was so wet down there! She squirmed in my lap, moaning deliriously as I fondled her.
I explored Kellie’s slit with curious fingertips, then allowed my thumb to brush her clit. She gasped with delight, pressing my hand tightly between her thighs. She threw her head back, panting helplessly, then a wild cry broke from her throat as she came. Her body went rigid for a long, breathless moment — then with a long sigh, she went limp against me, but her hand stayed on mine.
Finally she raised her flushed face to gaze at me, grinning sheepishly. “Wow… I guess we’re pretty perverted, huh?”
I shook my head, murmured, “No, not that,” then kissed her lightly. “I don’t know exactly what I’d call this, or what it makes us… but I don’t think many mothers have a closer relationship with their daughters.”
Kellie had an expression on her face that I couldn’t read, and I sensed she was about to say something important. “Mom,” she began, then paused to caress my hand, still lingering inside her panties. “I’ve dreamed about you, about me… being together this way.”
That did surprise me. “You have? For how long?”
She shrugged. “Ever since I knew I liked girls.” She leaned into me, nuzzling my neck. “God, you can’t imagine how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Her mouth trailed down to touch my chest, just above the top button of the blouse I wore. “Kiss you, and touch you… all over.” She placed a hand on my left breast. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, so my top wasn’t much of a barrier.
“You can, Kellie,” I whispered. “Do whatever you want to me.” My legs were trembling. I burned for my child, body and soul. It seemed fantastic, impossible to believe — but I’d never wanted anyone so badly, even after my time with Mya last night.
Her eyes shining with love, Kellie started undoing the buttons of my blouse.
Within minutes we were lying entwined in my bed, I was nude and so was she, our legs were forked wide apart, our sexes pressed tightly together. Kellie was clutching my thigh; as for me, I was cupping her luscious bottom.
My daughter frantically ground her cunt against mine and I responded in kind, giving as eagerly as I was getting. It felt unimaginably lovely, the friction of two women fucking — especially when our clits touched, that divine contact practically an orgasm in itself.
Then Kellie’s body shuddered in ecstasy once more, and mine rose to meet her as we both came.
It was beautiful, dreamlike and rapturous, all at once. And even though we were indulging in the taboo of incest, I felt not an iota of guilt or shame. In its place, there was a calm acceptance that told me how much I loved this wondrous sharing with Kellie. That’s what it was, more than anything — sharing.
We lay together in a sweet, sweaty tangle of warm flesh, my baby resting on top of me. “Oh, my angel…” I kissed her tenderly.
“God, Mom…” she sighed, “that was the best.”
I saw Kellie’s eyes on me; felt myself caressed by her trusting gaze. Suddenly I felt a twinge of guilt. How could I do this with my own daughter? Much less enjoy it more than any sex I’d ever had — even more than the blissful lovemaking I’d shared with Mya?
Kellie must have seen the concern in my eyes. “Mom,” she smiled, kissed me lightly on my nipple. “No regrets, please. You’re the best mother in the world,” she said confidently, “even without this.” Then she gently moved her pelvis against mine. “With it…” she sighed, her face alight with pleasure, “you’re a — a fucking goddess.”
I usually scolded Kellie when she used language like that. But right then, with the two of us stark naked, basking in the aftermath of forbidden love… it seemed wiser to let it slide. Besides, I liked the idea of being a goddess, fucking or otherwise.
She stroked my breasts as she gazed dreamily at me. “There is nothing I’d rather do now, do tonight, do tomorrow… do for all of next year than make love to you, Mom. I can’t find the words to tell you how much I wanted this.”
“It was wonderful, Kellie,” I told her soberly, “but we’re not girlfriends, we’re a mother and daughter. I’m not sure that this is… the right thing for us.”
She smiled. “But Mom, we’re both women, too, with human needs. Your needs didn’t go away when Dad left. Me, I’m just learning about mine. All we’re doing is… we’re helping each other. Our world’s not going to come crashing down around us if you and I make love.”
“But it might… if anyone found out what we were doing,” I said, giving voice to an inkling of fear.
Kellie smiled. “Mom, I will never, ever tell anyone about this. Never. No hints, no nothing.” She put a finger to her lips. I nodded and she continued. “And, oh yeah, I know kids aren’t s’posed to say it… but hey, we goof up sometimes. If I do, you can tell me. I don’t have to agree, but if I turn out to be wrong — well, you get to give me the big ‘I told you so.’ Fair enough?”
I held her gaze, feeling my tension ease in the face of her confidence. When did my daughter of fifteen become so knowing, so wise?
“Kellie, if I screw up… would you tell me?”
“If you want, I will,” Kellie said with a nod.
I gave her a shaky grin. “Okay, then. How about a mom who… who has sex with her own daughter? Does that count as ‘screwing up?'”
She laughed. “Oh, mothers and daughters loving one another like we just did… I’m sure it doesn’t happen very often. But I bet it happens more than most people think.”
It was kind of an exclamation mark to things. Kellie pushed me back on the bed, crawled between my legs and started licking my clit. After a few minutes I came — but she didn’t stop, bringing me to orgasm once more.
Once I regained my breath I reached down to take her hand, guiding her up to kneel above my face, just the way I’d done it with Mya, so I could give my daughter the same pleasure she’d given me.
I gazed, utterly enthralled, at Kellie’s sex. Her lightly downed slit, glistening with the dew of her excitement, was the loveliest sight imaginable. I breathed deeply of my girl’s intoxicating scent as I gently opened her with trembling fingers. Then slowly, wanting to savor the moment, I extended my tongue to take that first loving lick.
“Oh, Mom,” she whimpered, “you make me so happy…”
The taste of my daughter thrilled me. I began to lick her up and down, pressing my face into her wetness, thirsting for the warm wine of her sex. Kellie’s pubes were downy soft against my lips, but they quickly became damp and sticky as I ate her. Wanting more, I used my tongue to press inside her vagina, probing as deeply as I could go. It didn’t take long until Kellie was rocking atop my face, moaning with delight as I ate her.
And then she was coming, shivers of orgasmic pleasure surging through her body, gasping over and over again, “I love you, Mom. I love you. Oh, Jesus, I love you…!”
I took my daughter through her climax and, remembering what she had just done to me, moved to her clitoris, taking it between my lips to suckle until she came again.
Finally she simply went limp, slumping to one side to lie next to me. Kellie was panting like she’d run a marathon, flushed from head to toe, her hair askew — yet somehow, she was even lovelier. My heart seemed to expand in my chest, and I wondered with a start if I was falling in love with her. God, my own daughter.
I reached for her, drawing her close to me, and she curled up in my arms. “Mmmm,” Kellie sighed.
“Mmmm… yeah, that’s how I feel, sweetheart,” I chuckled.
“Love you,” Kellie said, her eyes vague, almost asleep. “So much…”
“Love you too, sweetie,” I told her. My body relaxed against hers, and we both dozed peacefully.
When we awoke, there was no regret, no moments of awkwardness. Our eyes met, Kellie smiled lovingly, and we both laughed with joy in our hearts.
I took her hand, pressing it to my lips. “I can’t believe this has actually happened between us,” I whisper, “but I’ve never been so… so content.”
“Me too, Mom,” she cooed.
“W-what happens now?” I murmur, suddenly a little awed by the enormous feelings bubbling inside me right then. Was I really going to be my daughter’s lover?
She smiled, touching my nose with a playful finger. “First…” she giggled, “I think we need to take a shower.” She freed herself from our embrace, rose to her feet, then added, “Together, I mean,” reaching for my hand.
I rose to stand alongside her and, hand in hand, we padded naked through the house to my bathroom.
I hadn’t planned to make love to Kellie again so soon. But once we were standing beneath the flowing hot water in a delicious haze of steam, soaping each other’s bodies — well, I suppose we were bound to be carried away.
First I made Kellie come with slippery fingers, teasing her cunt while I sucked her nipples in turn. Then she made me turn toward the wall of the shower stall and bend over, saying she had something she wanted to try.
Oh, my, did she ever — my wonderful daughter parted my buttocks and began to lick my asshole. The lovely tickly sensation of her tongue against my anus had me shaking like a leaf in a gale.
Then her fingers stole between my thighs to tenderly stroke my clitoris, and I exploded in an orgasm that had me seeing stars. The next thing I remember was sitting dazed against the wet tile, Kellie’s arms around me. I tilted her face up to mine, and we kissed, our tongues dancing together. My heart seemed to glow with the love I felt for my daughter at that moment.
***
Things changed between me and Kellie after that morning, and unquestionably for the better.
You must understand, though, that what she and I had never blossomed into a full-fledged romance. We were still mother and daughter at the breakfast table, when I got home from work when we went shopping. Then Kellie would give me that special look, and suddenly my child and I were making love again.
We fucked in both our beds, on the couch, in the shower, in the hallway, by the side of the pool — even on the kitchen table a time or two. And once, in a crazy mutual dare, we drove up to the local make-out spot, got naked and had wild sex in the car.
We are still intimate, and blissfully happy with that. Kellie is still girlfriends with Becka, and I still enjoy an occasional night of sexual abandon with Mya, along with a couple of other women I’ve gotten to know since learning the truth about myself.
But the secret passion that my daughter and I share brings me a special kind of happiness that I’ll cherish for the rest of my life, even if the sexual side of it doesn’t last.
I wanted to write about my relationship with Kellie to show that incest is not always wrong or harmful. In fact, my daughter and I love each other more than ever.
Here’s what happened between us last night.
It had been a long, frustrating day at work. I was fairly exhausted, so Kellie and I just made sandwiches and had a quiet dinner. I went upstairs afterward, planning on turning in early.
I took a hot shower, which served to revive me. In fact, as I washed my body, I began to feel stirrings of desire. I’d felt tired before, but now I was quickly finding myself in the mood for some of my daughter’s sweet loving.
I exited the shower, quickly dried myself and slipped into a robe, then peered down the hall, delighted to see that the light was on in Kellie’s room. I padded down to her door, tapped once, then pushed it open.
My timing had been impeccable. Kellie was lying nude on top of the covers with thighs parted wide, a hand tucked between her legs, two fingers buried in her pussy. She had her window open, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle perfumed the bedroom.
“Like some company?” I asked, casting my robe aside and standing naked before her.
“Mom!” Kellie squealed with delight. “Yeah, totally… I thought you’d be too tired to play tonight.”
I moved to the side of the bed and reached down to lightly caress my daughter’s mons. “Oh, I’m never too tired to make you feel good, angel.” I traced along the line of her slit with my index finger, giving Kellie a saucy wink. “What’s your pleasure, treasure?”
“Hand, fingers, mouth, tongue… whatever, Mom,” she giggled, “just make love to me…”
My eyes locked with hers, I knelt between Kellie’s spread legs and licked around the vaginal cleft, teasing her until she was on the verge of screaming… then I opened her with my fingers and pressed kisses into the fiery pink flesh, her honey already flowing freely.
I sucked and licked at my daughter until she climaxed, the room ringing with her cries of ecstasy. Then I relaxed as she regained her breath, resting on Kellie’s thigh until she reached down to give my shoulder a squeeze.
“C’mere, Mom,” she murmured seductively, “I want a kiss.”
I crept into Kellie’s arms and she embraced me, her mouth seeking mine. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue circling my parted lips, humming with satisfaction as she tasted herself.
Without a word, Kellie urged me up and into a kneeling position just above her face. I was trembling in anticipation, longing to feel the touch of my baby’s mouth.
Then she was licking me, exploring my cunt with an eager tongue. I moaned, my very being enveloped in a joy so real and perfect that I could almost reach out and touch it. How many mothers in the world were blessed like this, with a child who loved them as unselfishly as my Kellie loved me?
She caressed my ass, her thumbs trailing up the crack; then her tongue flickered inside to lick there. Meanwhile, her fingers stole between my legs to toy with my clit as she firmly pressed the tip of her tongue into my anus, seeking entrance.
I howled as a massive orgasm crashed into me almost before I’d expected it, shaking my body like a rag doll.
I was dazed, concussed, yet somehow still perched atop my daughter’s face. Somewhere in the thick haze, I sensed Kellie nuzzling my thighs, heard her coo, “Oh wow, Mom… that was awesome.”
Carefully raising myself from Kellie, I flopped down next to her, exhaling noisily. Turning to me, she cupped my face in both hands and pressed her mouth to mine, feeding me her tongue. I responded in kind, and we spent a while sharing languid kisses.
Breaking away with a tiny peck on the tip of my nose, Kellie sat up and stretched her body, yawning contentedly. “Mmmmm… I’m gonna sleep like a big ol’ baby tonight!” She lay back down, snuggling into me. “Thanks, Mom. Love you lots.”
I touched my lips to her sweat-glazed brow. “I love you too, angel,” I whispered. “You’re everything to me.”
She soon dozed off. I cuddled Kellie for a while longer, blissfully happy just to be next to her — my daughter, my companion, my best friend, my lover.
The End