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Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 4

  • Posted on July 8, 2020 at 2:28 pm

by Funtoppings

Maybe for the first time since she was a little girl, Julie stood naked in front of her mother. Of course, she no longer possessed the body of a child.

She moved towards Debra, who was lying on the bed, reading a novel. The older woman looked up, her eyes widening in shock, the book slipping from her hands to land on the floor with a thud. In the dimly lit room, Julie’s mother appeared to be ten years younger than her actual age.

Debra gaped at her nude daughter as she drew closer. Julie was moving in dreamy slow-paced strides, like a model on a runway. Debra marveled at the young woman’s taut belly, the generous swell of her breasts, the strong slender legs… and between those legs, the neatly-trimmed triangle of her daughter’s pubes. And there was something else, something she spotted in Julie’s hands: a strap-on cock.

Now she saw it all, clear as day. Her daughter, her pride and joy, who was such a level-headed kid, and who had fled the room just an hour ago after Debra had made an ill-advised move on her, was moving naked in her direction, bearing a sex toy.

“Jules?” Debra whispered.

Julie slowly sat sideways on the bed, facing her mother. When their eyes met, it felt as if the rest of the world was moving at a different, much slower pace.

Reaching out, Julie stroked her mother’s cheek. Her touch was light and loving. “I’m sorry I stormed off on you earlier,” she said.

Debra took a deep breath.”No, it’s okay.” Once more, she drank in the sight of her daughter’s body. She might have pinched herself to make sure all of this was real, but Julie’s hand on her cheek provided a warmth that was unmistakably genuine. “But J-Julie, what are you… are you sure about this? l mean, what happened?”

“Bailey happened,” Julie said, smiling.


“Yes. I gather that you told her – or Aunt Krystal – about what happened between you and me earlier.”

“I did,” Debra said, still feeling very shameful. “I told Krystal; told her to leave you alone.” Her eyes flickered between Julie’s face and the strap-on in her daughter’s hand.

“And Krystal told Bailey the same thing. But it so happens,” Julie continued, raising her feet up on the bed, now completely facing her mother, “that Bailey doesn’t like to do a lot of listening. So she came down to the living room where I was, and then…” She playfully arched an eyebrow.

“And then?”

“Bailey and I — well, she helped me realize something.”


Julie replied by moving in, pressing her lips to her mother’s. It was a brief kiss, but one that spoke volumes.

They stared into each other’s eyes as the kiss still burned on their lips, knowing that their next step would change things between them forever. But the temptation, so great and powerful, proved too much to resist.

They kissed again. Later, Debra would wonder if she’d ever shared such a heart-turning, passionate kiss with her late husband as she had with Julie on that night. She knew that she never had. Julie wrapped both arms around her mother’s waist; the strap-on fell from her grasp, momentarily forgotten.

Finally, they separated, each taking a deep breath. Faded moonlight fell across their faces, spilling through the frigid window to create shadows that resembled broken glass. The silence in the room screamed to be broken, but neither could find words to break it with.

Debra’s eyes wandered over her daughter’s bare body. It was every but as lovely as she’d envisioned in her dreams (and fantasies) for so very long. The young nipples stood pink and proud, begging to be kissed.

“You look gorgeous,” Debra said in a small voice.

Julie replied by slowly guiding her mother’s body downward, until they were lying side by side, gazing at one another. Debra wore a smile of genuine joy.

Without breaking their eye contact, Julie seized her mother’s right hand and placed it on the growing heat between her legs.

“Now, where were we? I believe you were like this and… ohhhh…” A moan escaped her lips as Debra immediately began to caress her. “Oh, yes. And you were doing that…” Julie’s eyes closed, a bright smile appearing on her face.

Debra fondled her daughter’s pussy with the same intensity she used on herself when she’d masturbated to Julie’s model snapshots. She felt the young woman’s clit blossom under the ball of her middle finger. It felt like stroking a wet pearl.

“Oh, God!” Julie cried and buried her face in the pillow. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body as she came.

Debra rubbed her daughter’s slit until it was positively flowing with nectar. Julie moaned, lost in a frenzy as pleasure surged through her, contorting on the bed until her body was curled into a fetus position.

Drawing her hand back, Debra watched her pride and joy recover from the relentless orgasm she’d just given her. She licked her fingers, tasting her daughter for the first time; it was a flavor like no other.

Debra slid off the straps of her nightgown, letting it fall around her waist. She quickly wriggled out of the crimson garment. Sitting on her knees, with only a black-colored, sexy lace bra and a matching lace-waist pair of hip-huggers, she faced her young daughter who was looking up at her with big wonderful eyes. Debra thought at that moment that Julie’s face looked so innocent and young – like that of a child. She recalled seeing the same expression on her daughter’s face on the day she taught her how to tie her own shoes. The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole… 

Julie caressed her mother’s knee, hand still shaking from her orgasm.

“I always thought you were beautiful, Mom. I just wanted you to know that.”

Debra put a hand over her beating heart. “Telling you how beautiful you are… that’s hardly ground-breaking news.” She lightly shook her head and smiled. “People always complimented me on your beauty. But what I want you to know is what a wonderful person you are, and how proud you’ve always made me.”

Debra unclasped her bra and it fell by her knees, like a feather in a dream.

Julie placed both hands on her mother’s breasts. “May I?” she asked; her face was timid and precious as she spoke the words.

“Of course. Of course, you can, love.”

Debra drew closer to her daughter until she eventually mounted her; her open thighs tightly wrapped around Julie’s waist like a belt. Their crotches pushed against each other in perfect alignment. She leaned forward until one of her nipples was quickly stolen by Julie’s mouth. She wrapped a hand around her daughter’s head and allowed her to feed; just as when she had fed and nursed her as a child. And Julie was indeed nursing; she sucked hard at the nipple like a starving child.

Debra sighed with pleasure as the nipple grew rigid in the warmth of Julie’s mouth. Infused with pleasure, she leaned forward and kissed the top of her daughter’s head, breathing in the fragrance from her hair.

“Your nipples,” Julie beckoned and reviewed her work. “They grow hard and big, just like mine.”

“Your mother has very sensitive nipples. And by the looks of it, my daughter does too,” Debra said, and leaned forward, this time seeking a kiss.

Julie’s arms jerked to the sides as her tongue became once more a prisoner in her mother’s mouth. The right hand landed by the nightstand, almost knocking off her mother’s pair of reading glasses. Her left hand fumbled on the mattress until it gripped something long and hard. It was the strap-on.

“Mom…” Julie breathed, displaying the sex toy. “Can I use this on you? I mean… is it something you think you’ll like?” She put the strap-on between her breasts. The cock’s head suggestively pointed at her chin.

Debra looked at the toy, then looked at Julie. Her daughter’s eyes were big and innocent and young, very young. Then she looked again at the latex cock, and all that she could think of was: The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole. And that made her giggle.

A smile broke on Julie’s face as well. “What?” she puzzled.

“Oh, nothing, dear. You can use it on me, yes. I’d love it.”

Debra rolled off her daughter’s body and helped her with fastening the dildo harness. It was fairly easy; all she had to do was tuck on both sides of the leather strap, and it tightened around Julie’s waist. Unlike her daughter, this wasn’t the first time had Debra handled a strap-on, but it had been a very long while.

“Where’d you get this?” Debra asked while making final adjustments with the harness.

“From Bailey’s room.”

“Oh, I see… Krystal brought her bag of tricks.”

Julie laughed.”Yes, bag of tricks. That’s what I was thinking.”

Once the strap-on was securely fixed, Debra crawled back and sank down on the bed. She quickly got rid of her panties; a pair of hip-huggers she’d bought a week ago at a Victoria’s Secret store on her way back from the hair-salon. Back then, she frowned at the steep price when she saw it. Now, those panties were thrown to the other side of the room like some cheap rag.

Julie’s eyes devoured the glorious sight before her. She eagerly stroked the cock with her hand, as if she expected it to become alive under her fingers.

“Would you mind if…”


“Would you mind if I kissed you down there first?” Julie said shyly as she placed her left palm on top of her mother’s soft pubes.

Debra shivered at the touch. “I insist that you do,” she replied with a loving smile.

At that point, Julie slowly lowered her face until it reached a most peculiar position, one that few people get to experience twice in a lifetime. She was facing her mother’s open thighs, looking at the very opening through which she’d emerged into the world.

Her mind buzzed with thoughts and impressions. She was sound enough to realize that the sin she was about to commit was nothing short of madness, but she wanted it more than anything. Just the sight of her mother’s pussy open and wet, waiting to accept her mouth, caused a rising heat to sizzle in her own nether regions.

Julie inched closer. Mom’s cunt seemed to pulsate like a heart at the nearing shadow of her face. Soft curls of golden hair decorated the older woman’s sex. Now Julie was close enough to be captured by the rich aroma that wafted towards her face. Pressing forward, she rewarded Debra with a big wet kiss between her legs, the kind that was almost too embarrassing for a girl to give her mother on the cheek.

Debra’s legs wriggled and her pelvis shifted as the young woman’s mouth pressed into the warm, wet flesh.  Julie wrapped both hands firmly around her mother’s quivering thighs, trying to hold the woman steady. Of course, she knew that these movements equaled pleasure — and whatever she was doing to her mother, she was doing it right.

“Oh, God, baby…”

Julie trailed her tongue along the opening if her mother’s engorged sex. Her lips disappeared inside the open flaps of the labia, where juices percolated, sweet and steamy, flowing like medicine into her mouth.

Her mother responded with incoherent cries of joy and unrestrained shudders. These only intensified once Julie took the woman’s clit between her lips; flicking it with her tongue, she felt it swell to the size of a small pebble.

Debra trembled, lost in pleasure, fondling her naked body with both hands. She clutched the swell of her breasts, scissoring the nipples between her fingers.

“Oh yesss… just like that, my baby girl… lick my pussy,” Debra pleaded.

With a tongue rolling inside the dewy cleft of her mother, Julie felt the heat build between her own legs again.

“Okay, Julie. Okay, baby,” Debra whimpered with a voice that sounded new in Julie’s ears. “Now you can go into me… oh, God yes… fuck your mother!”

Julie sat up, buttocks resting on her heels, purring with delight as she licked the honey from her lips. At her crotch, the rubbery cock seemed both unyielding and cunning; its bulbous head pointed at her mother’s moist opening.

Debra lay prone on the mattress; her sunny hair plastered to her cheeks. Hot sweat covered every portion of her body and made her skin glisten in the muted light.

Clutching the cock in one hand, Julie slowly pushed several inches into the tight depths of her mother.

“Oh, yes. Ease it in to me, babe… there you go…” Again, Julie heard the voice of a woman who sounded very different from the mother she knew. It sounded more like the voice of a sex-starved lover. Her lover.

Debra whimpered as the cock slipped deeper into her vagina. An intense heat rapidly coursed through her veins and into the rest of her body; reaching hot and tingly all the way to the fingers and toes.

Julie’s cerulean eyes widened as she watched the cock disappear inside her mother; the dildo entered with exceptional ease, thanks to Debra’s wetness. As she thrust forward, a rhyme about a bunny hopped into her head. In her state of delirium all she could remember was: down the slope, and through the hole.

Debra’s heart raced at the sight of Julie penetrating her, the swollen labia parting as the shaft pushed deeper still. “Oh, yes, baby. Oh, yes, keep going.” Her eyes rolled in ecstasy, her body trembling from head to toe.

Julie rocked her pelvis, grabbing on to her mother’s thighs for leverage for that first stroke — and then, just as she’d visualized earlier in Bailey’s room; she was fucking her mother.

At first, her rhythm was slow; working the cock inside until it got swallowed and gone. Then she moved backwards and the dildo slid out, gleaming with a fresh coat of cream. After a few slow in-and-outs, her pace grew quicker and more rapid; as if thrusting in time with the drumming of her mother’s heart.

Debra cried out loud, giving full voice to her desire. Julie was fucking her with every little bit of youthful vigor she had. Her vagina seemed to feel every ridge and contour of the rubber shaft. The walls of her pussy canal were tightening, the muscles contracting. She bit her bottom lip hard as the cock head pressed against her g-spot, like a finger relentlessly tapping on a button.

“You’re about to come, Mommy?” Julie panted. Just like with her mother, she heard some unfamiliar new quality in her voice; she sounded lewd, even smutty. She said once more: “You gonna come, Mommy? You gonna come all over my cock?” Her pelvis bounced faster and harder.

Debra screamed as the thick rod drilled hard into her secrets. Raising her face, she caught a blurry glimpse of Julie, the young woman’s breasts heaving as her body continued to pump, driving that lovely cock in and out, in and out. The daughter she had once known had morphed into the sexual mistress that Debra had secretly longed for her to be.

When Julie raised her eyes to meet hers, it was all that Debra needed to drive her over the edge. Taking a deep breath, she felt a tidal wave wash over her body, and surrendered to it.

Knowing that her mother was coming, Julie kept fucking her, hard and deep as she could, until she sensed that the woman could take no more. Exhausted, Julie collapsed on top of her mother; the dildo buried up to the hilt inside the tight warmth of the older woman. Underneath, Debra was shivering through the aftershocks of her unremitting.

The young law student lay motionless, head pillowed on her mother’s breasts. She stared through the far window at the cold sliver of the moon as Debra slowly wrapped two still trembling arms around her. Julie hugged her mother back, and they fell into a relaxed embrace.

“Mom?” Julie finally spoke, her voice small.

Debra kissed the top of her lover’s head. “Yes, honey,” she breathed back. Her voice sounded far away; almost unreachable. She was still floating on the cloud of her orgasm.

“Will you do this for me? You know… fuck me like I did you?”

There was a moment of silence before Debra replied. “Honey, I don’t know. I’m afraid it’s too big for you. I don’t feel right about it. Not now at least.”

Julie pulled back a little from the comfort of Debra’s body and caught her mother’s gaze. “It’s not too big for Bailey,” she said, pouting a bit.

Debra smiled. Taking the young woman in her arms, she guided Julie back to the softness of her breasts.

“Believe me, sweetie, I’m going to do some amazing things to you.” She once again kissed the warmth of Julie’s head. “Just let me hold you like this for a little while so I can get my breath back. Then, I promise, I’m going to take good care of my little girl.”

Julie relaxed, a gentle smile appearing on her face. She snuggled deeper into her mother’s warmth, planting a soft kiss on the cleft between the older woman’s breasts. The leather harness was still fastened around her waist, and the rubber cock attached to it was still nestled inside her mother’s pussy.

For the first time in a long while, mother and daughter basked in perfect peace.


“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve spent, dreaming of this moment?” Debra murmured, then planted a soft kiss on Julie’s tender labia.

Julie instantly gasped at the touch. “Really? You have?” She breathed in response.

“Yes. I hope it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. I mean… I’ve been having these thoughts about you for a while now.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. It makes me feel special.” Julie gave her mother’s hand a squeeze. “I should have never stormed out on you like I did. It was so mean of me.”

“You weren’t mean, honey. I was the one who was out of line. You have no idea how I cursed myself after you left the room. But looking at where it got us now…” Debra’s gaze dropped to her daughter’s pussy. “I’m glad I did what I did.”

“Me too,” Julie said. “Now start taking care of me like you promised!”

Drawing nearer, Debra buried her lips in Julie’s pubes, kissing her daughter’s sex for the first time. But not the last, she thought with a smile. She began to suck at the moist opening, nurturing herself on the essence of youth. The flow of warm juices was like a fantasy in her mouth.

Julie moaned without shame at her mother’s touch. Her cries rose into the ceiling and filled the room in a symphony of lust. She sensed herself becoming weaker and her sex growing wetter with each stroke of the woman’s tongue.

Debra pulled away from Julie’s warm cunt. “You taste delicious, sweetheart.” Her chin and lips gleamed with her daughter’s juices as she spoke.

Julie, the heat building up inside her like a shuddering volcano, barely acknowledged her mother’s flattery. Instead, she wriggled her pelvis towards her mother’s face, motioning for her to continue.

Debra used two fingers to expose Julie’s engorged clitoris. She gave the pink button one gentle flick with the tip of her tongue, then blew a warm puff of air over it, as if trying to ignite a small flame.

Julie melted into the mattress. She tried to reach for her clit – it was almost torture for it to remain untouched at that point – but Debra gently pushed her hands away.

“It’s my time,” she said. “Remember?”

“Y-yes, Mom,” Julie panted. Her consciousness was as fragile as the feeling in her knees. Strands of her long raven hair were plastered to her cheeks and across her eyes, nose and lips. Her entire body was filmed with sweat.

Debra inched closer to her daughter’s delicious cunt and captured the clit between her lips. She sucked hard on the inflamed nub, her nose resting against Julie’s pubic bone, her left hand traveling north on Julie’s body until she caught a nipple between thumb and index finger, twisting it into firmness.

Julie’s head tossed on the pillow, her clenched fists beating on the mattress, the back of her heels scraping against the bottom of the bed. She was losing herself in ecstasy; allowing unrestrained madness to wash over her, even if just for a short period of time.

Suddenly Debra pushed her index finger into her daughter’s tight opening. It caught Julie by surprise, and her muscles instantly tensed as if by reflex. Thankfully, she was well lubricated, and her mother’s finger easily slid all the way into the narrow passage of her vagina.

“God!” Julie cried, as there was a definite feeling of experiencing something divine. She felt the pressure of sweet release thunder inside her body, hot blood pumping through her veins. She could smell and taste her own orgasm, which was a few ticking seconds from exploding inside her.

Her mother’s fingers – yes, now there were two of them inside her – were moving at a faster, more aggressive pace. They stretched the walls of the vagina, delved inside as deep as they could possibly go, triggering all the right buttons in the process.

Julie’s moans mounted and increased until they reached an almost maniacal volume, undoubtedly heard all throughout the lodge. And as her mother was dining on her clit and fucking her into sweet oblivion, Julie felt the uplifting sensation of orgasm envelope every inch of her body. Time stood still in the room like the air in her lungs. Her head lifted from the pillow. Her hands clenched into white-knuckled fists.

She let out a guttural cry, howling her mother’s name as her cunt clenched like a hot fist, riding the most intense climax of her young life — then went limp as a discarded marionette, collapsing into the sodden sheets.

Alarmed, Debra drew back, as if she was trying to avoid being caught in the mouth of a fire. In front of her, Julie trembled in ecstasy’s aftermath.


No answer, just quivers.

The winter coldness, which had slipped out of the room sometime during the women’s first kiss, crept back inside just for a mere second and feathered it with its nightly chill. And then it was gone. Outside, the moon, looking like a half-eaten silver pie, shone over the mountains of Vermont with its familiar serenity and charm.

Inside the room, on a queen size bed that was crawling with passion, a woman’s hand caressed a silken young thigh.

“Julie? Sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Julie finally said in a fragile, exhausted voice.

“I — that was… wow. It was intense.”

Julie drew in a long, deep breath. Her heart was slowly returning to its normal pace. She blinked twice, as if awakening from an elongated dream, gradually returning to a semblance of reality. “It was, yeah,” she replied. A minute later, she wouldn’t even remember speaking.

Debra moved to spoon her daughter from behind, wrapping warm, loving hands around the girl’s slender waist. Their burning bodies pressed snugly together.

The feeling of comfort and peace was so all-encompassing that mother and daughter soon found themselves slowly drifting into slumber. Debra was very close to surrendering to it when she heard Julie speak.


“Yes, love.”

“I hope this isn’t the last time I get to sleep next to you.”

Debra gave her daughter a gentle squeeze. “As long as I’m your mother, you can sleep next to me anytime.”

With that, the two lovers succumbed to the night.


Downstairs, Bailey had fallen asleep naked on the couch. The television was still showing a stream of old films when Krystal finally turned it off.

She knew that Bailey had gone on a mission of seduction earlier that night. Bailey didn’t come out and say it specifically, but once she found out that her cousin Julie had spied on them while they were having sex and their secret was out, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes that Krystal instantly recognized.

Krystal now knew that Bailey’s mission had been a successful one. Not only was her daughter completely nude and sleeping blissfully, but there were unmistakable sounds coming from her older sister’s room.

Wandering upstairs, Krystal picked up Bailey’s blanket, then came back down to cover her naked child. She planted a soft kiss on the top of the sleeping girl’s head.

Somehow, this kid hit a home run tonight, Krystal thought.

Krystal, who had never felt more aroused, ached for Bailey to be awake at that moment. Her entire body was hankering for sex. But not wanting to disturb her daughter, she chose to let the girl sleep.

Tomorrow, though, was a brave new day. And Krystal joyfully went upstairs – it felt more like floating, actually – and crawled into bed with a huge smile on her face. She’d come to vacation with one special lover… now she was about to conclude it by adding two more.

That thought alone was almost enough to make her come.

Soon to follow, the thrilling conclusion: Part Five!


Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 20, 2020 at 4:02 pm

by Funtoppings

Only once, Julie recalled, had they experienced a snowstorm as horrible as this one. It was the Christmas family vacation circa ’04. Julie’s dad told her at the time that the two greatest comforts on a stormy night were central heating, and a TV with good reception. Tonight, Julie was enjoying both. Sure, the pictures on the screen were a little grainy and sometimes they faded out to snow and then snapped back even more muddled than before, but it was still watchable — even in Julie’s half-fuddled state.

“This one’s for you, Newmie,” Julie raised her champagne flute and toasted Paul Newman, who had one of his classics playing on the TCM channel.

On top of the coffee table was one of the champagne bottles Krystal had brought; it was nearly empty. Beside it was a wine bottle, taken out of the fridge with the cork-sealing foil still intact, now half drained. After an hour of solid drinking, Julie wasn’t feeling much sorrow anymore. It had been drowned by a sea of bubbles and the rich flavor of ripe Muscat grapes. The heat coming from the fireplace only added to her buzz.

She downed another glass and threw her head back on the couch. A weird drunken smile dawned on her face. Her eyelids were heavy, yet the rest of her body was so light it seemed to float. She didn’t even notice Bailey coming down the stairs.

The young eighteen-year-old wore black spandex shorts and a two-sizes-too-big high school jersey, which would have easily hidden any sign of a chest if it wasn’t for Bailey’s ample figure.

“Jules?” Bailey tentatively approached her cousin.

“Bailey!” Julie threw her hands up, excitement in her voice. “What up, cuz? Come on, sit, pour yourself a glass, don’t be shy now.”

Bailey sat next to her cousin. A line of concern delved between her eyebrows; it looked out of place on her young features.

“Hey, are you okay, Jules? You look kinda wasted.”

“Wasted?” Julie tucked her chin and snickered. “No, no, no, I’m pretty cool. I’m really cool, in fact.”

Bailey stared at her cousin, then glanced at the half-empty bottles on the table. She didn’t think Julie looked terribly sloshed, but it certainly sounded like sje was in good spirits, and Bailey was sure the alcohol had something to do with that. After all, how else could she explain Julie’s apparent eagerness to see her, after all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours?

Earlier in the day, around four o’clock in the afternoon, while Julie was looking for a nice quiet place to catch lunch, and Debra was pacing about and mulling over what had transpired in her sister’s bedroom, Krystal walked into Bailey’s room with one of her midday cravings, ready to be loved.

Bailey was used to it, and most of the times her mother didn’t even have to say explicitly that she wanted sex; it was plainly written in the glimmer of her eyes and wanting smile.

“The Black King?” Baileys had asked her mother, who stood at her doorstep in bra and panties, holding the black strap-on between her fingers.

“The Black King it is,” Krystal agreed with a grin.

“I’ll bring the lube.”

The Black King, otherwise known as the Anal-Only Dildo, was one of Krystal’s favorite toys in the pack. It was a large one, and Krystal never used it on her daughter. She felt Bailey was too young and inexperienced to experiment with anal penetration, especially from a device as big and unyielding as the Black King. She, however, absolutely loved it.

“I got something to tell you, Bai,” Krystal told her daughter as she crashed on the bed and removed her undergarments.”Your aunt Debra stopped by my room this morning. And, boy, did we have quite the talk…”

That was when Krystal told Bailey about Julie spying on them while they had sex, and how she’d gone on to tell her mother about it. Krystal also told her about the sexual encounter she’d shared with Debra.

And later on in the night, minutes after the date had changed on the calendar, Krystal brought to Bailey’s attention the fresh news of all that had just occurred between Julie and her mother. How in a moment of weakness — though Krystal could hardly blame her — Debra had tried to seduce Julie, which, unfortunately, had backfired in a big way. She then politely asked Bailey to spend the night in her room and refrain from going downstairs to talk to Julie, as per Debra’s request.

Bailey had only offered her mother a tight-lipped smile of agreement. Of course, she had no intention of leaving Julie on her own, letting her cousin stew in anger all night. Now they were sitting side by side.

“Hey, you know who else is cool?” Julie asked as she swayed in her seat.

Bailey paused, drew a nervous breath, and said “What? I mean, who?”

For a moment there, Bailey was positive that her cousin wasn’t going to answer her. Worse, she was sure that Julie was going to smack her instead. She wasn’t sure why she felt like that, but there was a slightly uneasy shift in Julie’s demeanor; it was like her sparkling sapphire eyes suddenly turned into ice pebbles.

“Why, Cool Hand Luke, of course!” Julie finally said, and burst into hysterical laughter.

Bailey politely smiled at her cousin like she would to a person going mad before her eyes. “Cool Hand… who?”

“Cool Hand Luke!” Julie pointed at the television. “Paul Newman? C’mon, it’s one of my all-time favorite movies!”

Glancing at the TV screen, Bailey was even more perplexed than before. She wasn’t sure who this Paul Newman fellow was, but she nodded, pretending to understand.

“Oh, you don’t even know good movies, Bai,” Julie waved her off. “All you watch is those ditzy comedy flicks. Unless, of course, you have your head tucked between your mother’s legs, in that case you probably can’t watch squat…”

And there it was — the underlying truth, coming from Julie’s mouth like a screaming bullet. A truth that poked such an enormous hole in the girl that something had to spill out.

Bailey quietly nodded. She’d felt a little timid before, but now that the bullet had been fired at her, she was perfectly fine, because she could live with the truth. And she’d come downstairs for a reason, so there was no holding back, not now.

“That’s right,” she said, “Mom and I have sex. I know you saw us. I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Fine with me,” Julie snorted as she picked up an empty glass. She studied its curves with her eyes. “I don’t care,” she added bleakly.

Bailey inched closer to Julie. “I know I’m just eighteen, and maybe not that experienced… but Christ, Jules, sex with a woman, especially an older woman? It’s… fucking incredible!” Her hand dropped on the bare portion of Julie’s thigh.

The twenty-two-year-old pretended not to notice, still staring vacantly at her empty glass. Inside, her heart was thumping wildly. Sweat had formed on her brow and hands. Even the alcohol buzz she had was slowly drifting away.

“I know what people think — mother and daughter being lovers, how wrong it is and how it’s… I don’t know, totally perverted. But you know what? Screw those people.” Bailey’s chestnut eyes blazed with excitement. “I have sex that is unimaginable to most people. I have friends who have sex; I read about it everywhere and no one… nothing that I’ve heard or read even comes close to what I feel when I have it with Mom. I have sex that is nothing short of a fantasy. I mean… it’s fucking out of this world, Jules!”

“Yeah… I bet,” Julie muttered into her glass.

Bailey leaned closer to her cousin. Her large breasts swayed under the loose shirt and grazed Julie’s arm. The young law student could tell that her cousin wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Don’t you wanna know how it feels?” Bailey murmured, her breath warming Julie’s neck. “Forget what other people might think, forget everything. There’s nobody here but us girls. We are literally snowed in and hidden from society; it’s the perfect time and place for experiments. No one needs to know.”

Julie didn’t reply. She didn’t say anything, just kept staring through her glass. Her cousin’s hand was still on her thigh, only now it was moving back and forth. The sweet fragrance of coconut and honey emanated from the young girl’s long hazel hair and it enveloped Julie like the heat from the fireplace. She suddenly felt very sober and very immobile, as if trapped by Bailey’s words.

“Mom told me that your mom just made a move on you, and you totally blew her off. Now why on earth would you do that? Aunt Deb is so hot, so sexy. I’ll be honest, sometimes I masturbate while fantasizing about your mother. Hell, I fantasize about you, sweet cousin. I dream about us lying naked together, kissing each other — on the lips, and down there. I even dream of maybe fucking you with one of those big rubber toys that Mom brought. And then you could use it on me. Listen, Julie — I may be young, but I’m awesome in bed. No guy can give you an orgasm like I can. I promise you, after me, you’ll be swearing off men for life. Just give me one chance. What do you say, college girl? Feel like getting wild with me?”

Julie said nothing. She didn’t blow her cousin off, though, instead allowing Bailey‘s words to trickle into her consciousness and linger. And she was surprised to find herself honestly weighing the thought of giving in, of letting Bailey have her.

Bailey took the glass from Julie and put it aside on the table. She was no longer just rubbing Julie’s thigh, but massaging it in a very intimate and inviting manner. She’d come down for a reason, and that reason was about to unfold.

She drew closer, and even though Julie knew that a kiss was coming, she made no attempt to recoil — nor could she. Something in her had gone frozen, as if she’d been rendered motionless by a spell. Then Bailey’s lips were pressing against hers.

For the first few seconds, though it seemed much longer, the kiss was passionless and cold. Julie was stiff as a statue, her lips unwilling to cooperate. But then it changed — suddenly, Bailey’s tongue slipped between a cautious pair of lips, claiming Julie’s mouth as her own. Unable to stop herself, Julie inched her own tongue forward, suddenly wanting just a taste of her cousin’s mouth. A few seconds later, their mouths melted together and their wet tongues mingled with the type of passion that is reserved for first-time lovers. And this was Julie’s first time; her first truly romantic kiss with a female.

At that moment, she felt her heart growing larger with each noticeable thud. It felt like being reborn.

What am I doing? Julie thought. This is Bailey, my cousin. Hell, she’s always been more like my little sister! She questioned her sobriety; maybe she was drunker than she thought. But a calm voice in her head told her: You’re not drunk at all. And slowly she began to realize that the kiss felt wonderful, and that Bailey felt good in her mouth, just like she had imagined.

And she had imagined it; there was no point in denying it any longer. She had imagined kissing all of them since last night: Bailey, Krystal, but most of all, her mom. She spent the entire day trying to shake those thoughts, pretending she was appalled by them. But every time, her knees grew a little weaker, her heart pumped a little faster, and even her pussy became wetter.

“Mmmmm…” Bailey unlocked her lips from her cousin’s, and swept her tongue over her moist lower lip. “You taste like sweet wine, my child,” she said, giggling. Then she grabbed the lower hem of her jersey and took off her shirt, revealing that, sure enough, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The sight would forever be treasured in Julie’s memory. Her cousin’s breasts were magnificent. Julie suspected that they were the kinds of things that men dream about at night. She was certainly no man, but felt aroused by the sight just the same.

“You like?” Bailey asked with a devilish smile, which made her look a little bit like her mother. She leaned forward and arched her back like a cat, those luscious breasts projecting proudly from her small, delicate frame.

The young law student was completely flustered. She wanted to do something to them, but was afraid to make a move.

Bailey read the hesitation on Julie’s face. “It’s okay, you can touch.” She seized Julie by the wrist, guiding the young woman’s hand to the swell of her bosom.

Julie’s excitement magnified at first touch. She marveled at the size of Bailey’s chest as her hands moved around the curvature of the breasts, caressing them with the lightness of a feather. Once again, she found herself amazed at how her cousin’s tiny body could support such a prodigious bust.

“It’s okay, Jules, you can suck them. I know you want to. Don’t think, just do it.” As if her words of encouragement weren’t enough, Bailey placed a hand on the back of Julie’s head, slowly drawing her close.

It only took a gentle graze of the nipple against Julie’s lip to make her suckle on Bailey’s breasts. Her tongue, suddenly feeling very invigorated, twirled around the already stiffening nipple in a clockwise direction. Bailey hummed in approval as Julie nursed like a hungry child drinking from her mother. Then the thought of doing the same thing to her mother crossed her mind; a thought which, an hour ago, would have completely unnerved her.

“God, you’re good at this,” Bailey said, then dipped down to plant a wet one on Julie’s lips. “Now let’s get you outta those clothes, cuz. I’m betting your pussy is, like, on fire right about now.”

Embarrassed, Julie felt her cheeks get warm. Bailey was right; her pussy was dripping by that point.

Bailey stripped Julie of her white camisole, then slipped off her pink shorts, leaving the young woman’s body in only a bright lacy bra and a snow-white pair of panties.

They were nearing the moment of truth and Julie recognized it, still feeling anxious. The air roared in her lungs, her muscles drew taut, anticipation sang in her veins. When Bailey grabbed at the waistband of the panties, Julie clutched both shaking hands around her cousin’s wrists in a final moment of indecision.

“C’mon, Jules, relax. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. I can also see it in your eyes, how much you want it. Let me do this for you. And for me…”

“What if… what if someone comes downstairs?”

“Not gonna happen. Your mother still thinks you’re upset and she specifically asked me and Mom to stay upstairs tonight and let you be. Honestly.”

“Oh… so what exactly are you doing down here, then?”

Bailey grinned slyly. “You know me. I never listen.”

Julie smiled at that answer, then nodded in agreement. She released her cousin’s wrists, submitting to her forbidden desires.

Bailey swiftly stripped the panties from Julie’s body, unveiling her cousin’s cunt to her voracious gaze. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening at the glorious sight.

“Your pussy…” Bailey whispered, bending to administer a kiss fraught with lust and awe to the rosy flesh, as if it was the most coveted prize in the world. “It’s beautiful!” she said, and burrowed her face between Julie’s ivory thighs.

Julie writhed with pleasure on the couch. Bailey’s tongue swept through the cleft of her pussy, driving her into new realms of bliss. Once the tongue delved further inside, it wandered freely, blushing the narrow walls of Julie’s vagina.

Julie’s legs jerked until they eventually grew useless, just like the rest of her body. The shock of having her most lustful needs taken care of by her own cousin only added fire to the excitement she felt.

Bailey hummed happily as she worked her skilled tongue around inside Julie, who was moaning heartily by that point.

Briefly lifting her face, Bailey exclaimed, “God, Jules, you taste so freaking awesome!”

Julie couldn’t muster enough strength to reply. It was like a dream that is so fantastically amazing that you simply want to scream with joy, but your jaws are locked, your voice muted.

Then Bailey stopped licking her again. “Sorry, cuz,” she said, “but I’m not ready to make you come, not yet.” She crawled on top of Julie, until their faces were nearly touching.

Their young bodies, filmed with sweat, pressed against each other. They shared a look, one that was long and absorbing; Bailey through her large chestnut eyes and Julie through her bright sapphires. They studied each other’s faces as they were suddenly swept by memories of childhood: birthdays, holidays, playing with dolls, doing homework, going to the mall. And somehow it all came down to this moment, the two of them naked and vulnerable in each other’s arms.

Electric energy surged through their bodies as they studied one another. Bailey lowered her head and pressed her lips to Julie’s. This time they shared a much more drawn out and sultry kiss, and they only detached once they became breathless.

“You like the way you taste?” Bailey whispered.

Julie nodded. She had sampled the creamy new texture on Bailey’s tongue, and for the first time in her life was able to give a flavor to sex. She never imagined how sweet and wonderful her fluids tasted. Hopefully,  soon she would be able to taste Bailey as well. Just the thought of it made her mouth water.

Bailey continued kissing Julie — on the lips, on the chin, on her neck, going lower each time. Once she reached Julie’s chest, she kissed the black lace that covered her cousin’s shapely breasts. Then she bit the front clasp of the bra, tugged it with her seething teeth and growled.

“Are you mad?” Julie laughed heartily, a vibrating and infectious sound.

“A little bit,” Bailey smiled mischievously. She then unhooked the bra in a more reserved manner.

There was as much excitement in Bailey staring at her cousin’s bare breasts as there had been in Julie looking at hers. She’d always found Julie to have a perfectly sculpted body, and being able to see it unveiled for the first time in years was a gift she treasured.

Julie moaned with delight as her nipples hardened, changing to a much darker hue from the touch of her cousin’s warm mouth. It was a brand new territory of pleasure, one that she had never experienced. She hugged her cousin closely, realizing that she’d accepted this whole new reality of sex with a family member much more quickly than she would ever have imagined.

Bailey fondled Julie’s ivory cheek; there was love in her touch. “I want to taste your pussy again. Is it okay? Can I do it?”

Julie kissed her cousin’s loving hand. “Only if you’ll allow me to do the same for you.”

“Mmmm… I think we can arrange that,” Bailey said, still grinning that devious smile of hers. She stepped off the couch and rapidly removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy was smoothly shaven; the pink nether lips glistening even in the half-darkness of the dimly lit room.

Julie stared at her cousin’s nude figure, her eyes blazing, head reeling.  “I never…” She paused, struggling to finish her sentence.

“You never what?”

“I… I never imagined how… turned on I can get from seeing… you know, your p-pussy,” stuttered on the last word, which hadn’t been part of her regular vernacular before. Of course this wasn’t the same Julie as before. This was the new Julie.

Bailey ran a hand between her legs. “I know what you mean, sweet cousin. I still get turned on every time I see my mother’s pussy… and I feel the same way, looking at yours. ”

My mother’s pussy, Julie thought, as a sudden image of her mother popped inside her head. Her mother. Naked. The picture in her head was vividly sexy and exquisitely detailed. She could trace every curve and contour of the woman’s forty-eight-year-old body. Spot any fold or wrinkle on the skin. She could see Mom’s nipples, standing out prominently on her ripe breasts, begging to be licked and kissed. Her smoothly tanned tummy, gracefully pouched out a little at the waist. Below was her glorious mound, covered by a wealth of fine golden curls, each wisp of hair drenched with a powerful aroma of sex. Her rosy cunt lips peeking out from the golden patch, swollen and wet, ready to be caressed by Julie’s tongue. And as crazy, even downright perverted, it may have seemed in the past, she now saw herself going down on her own mother.

My God… I want her, Julie told herself. I really do.

“Make a little room for me,” Bailey’s voice echoed above Julie. She climbed on top of her cousin, arranging herself until each girl’s head was parallel with the other’s pussy.

Julie, momentarily lost in her fantasy world, snapped back into reality — as much as you can call this lustful new venture a reality. She peeked up and looked directly into her cousin’s pink ravine, its clit swollen and ready at the apex.

Her brain was reeling; so many things were happening so quickly. Her desires and wants swiftly transitioned into action, and she closed her eyes, parting her lips.

Then they began to lick each other.

Julie grabbed her cousin’s ass, squeezing each tight cheek between her fingers, trying to still the squirming pelvis above her face. The sweet scent of teen lust seemed to descend from the dampness and filter straight into her lungs. Before she could take it all in, she felt Bailey’s magical tongue once again sweeping over her pussy, then lips closing over her bulging clit.

The quivers started in her knees but quickly transitioned to her thighs and waist and torso. Her nipples ached with pleasure. She felt the orgasm building up inside like a whirlwind; that well-known feeling of impending release, only magnified into something much greater and much more overwhelming. The heat of sexual rapture conquered every fiber of her body.

In her moment of pleasure and self indulgence, the old Julie was able to shriek one final thought: It’s your cousin, Julie. Your cousin! It’s depraved. It’s wrong. It’s incest! But that cry was drowned by the growing voices of her lust. It was overpowered by the newer, bolder Julie, the Julie who only wanted to satisfy her own voracious appetite.

“Oh!” Bailey jerked as her own pussy was ravished by her cousin’s virgin mouth.

Julie vibrated with excitement as her tongue delved further into uncharted waters. The feeling was so powerful that she could only mourn the fact that she hadn’t been exposed to her mother’s lifestyle before, yet rejoice over the fact that it had finally caught up with her.

“Oh, fuck, Mommy! Fuck yes!” Bailey moaned excitedly as Julie’s mouth attacked her pussy. She wasn’t even aware that she’d cried out for her mother. It was a force of habit. But no one noticed and no one cared.

The long couch at the heart of the living room creaked as memories of sex were embedded within its frame. The fireplace hissed and crackled with aged oak, its glow shining beautifully over the two wet bodies.

“Ohhmmm… yeah… right there, baby! Right there!” Bailey frantically cried.

“Oh yes, yes… oh, fuck me…” Julie moaned as her clit throbbed in Bailey’s mouth.

Their orgasms came crashing down like a tidal wave, claiming both girls simultaneously. She shook and moaned, and finally lay still.

Julie smiled, knowing that she had truly found peace. She had made a choice — much like her mother and aunt had years ago — to walk a path. And it was a damn good path.

Bailey rolled off of Julie, trying to stand, but instead dropping onto the carpeted floor. Her lips glistened with her cousin’s juices. Her breathing grew shallow as her ecstasy slowly ebbed away.

Her body feeling like it had been poked with a thousand warm needles Julie peered down from the couch and saw her cousin collapsed on the floor, that devilish smile still on her lips. She wanted to say something, but her physical resources were exhausted. So she just laid there, gently stroking her pussy, drifting along the waves of her subsiding climax.

“Listen, Jules,” Bailey said in a low and husky voice. “How about me and you go upstairs and get ourselves more comfy? Let’s go up to my room, snuggle up in that big bed.”

Julie rolled on her side and tilted her head down. Her face hovered over Bailey’s.

“I would love to, sweetheart, but… I think I need to make a different visit first.”


Julie cocked her eyebrow at Bailey and tilted her head towards the upstairs landing.

Now Bailey got it. “Oh! You mean… your mother.”

Julie, her face pillowed over her folded arm, stared down at her nude cousin. “Seriously, how fucked up is that?”

“It’s not,” Bailey answered. “I told you; don’t get caught up in what other people think. Get caught up in what you think. And right now you’re thinking: Man, there’s a woman upstairs and I wanna get naked with her, and kiss her and taste her. You wanna fuck her! And y’know what; she’s upstairs thinking the exact same about you. And at the end of the day, you two and Mom and me will be the only ones to know about it. The only ones that really matter.”

Such simple truths she speaks, Julie thought. Simple and easy. Maybe it was time to look at the world, not through the eyes of a soon-to-be-lawyer, but through the eyes of someone who saw what she wanted and went for it. Bailey was a creature of impulse, with a heart that outweighed her brain. Maybe it was time to take a page from her book.

“You’re right.” Julie said, suddenly sitting up. Her mind was lucid, her decision had been made.

“Of course I am,” Bailey murmured with a smile.

Julie rose from the couch. Her legs felt wobbly, like the night before, when she caught her cousin and her aunt having sex. Now that memory felt like it happened to an older version of her, in a different universe.

She walked towards the stairwell, giving Bailey a good look atf her nude figure walking away. Her long sleek legs moved seductively across the hardwood. The dim light reflected beautifully off her taut skin. The well defined muscles on her peachy ass flexed and relaxed with each step she took.

“Hey, Jules.”

Her hand on the staircase’s steel handrail, Julie glanced over her shoulder. She saw Bailey’s bad-girl smile, peeking at her from behind the long couch.

“I dunno if you’re up for it, but in case you are — go to my bedroom and look under the covers before you pay your mom a visit.”

Julie’s lips parted; she was about to ask a question, but changed her mind. She glanced down at her body, realizing she was still nude. She realized the absurdity of sauntering around naked in the very house she had vacationed in ever since she was a child. Now she was about to walk into her mother’s room and do something that would very likely shatter any memory she had in this place to tiny bits and pieces. But she had already made peace with it. And as for the rest of society, as Bailey had put it so eloquently: screw those people. Screw them. And without even noticing, she was already standing at the top of the stairs.

The last time Julie saw her mother was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing a very revealing crimson nightgown. Since then, more than an hour had passed. So much has happened in those sixty minutes, Julie thought.

She peeked inside her room and found it dark and empty. Her mother had clearly gone back to her own room. It’s long after midnight, Julie thought. She might have already gone to sleep. But somehow, she suspected otherwise. Somehow she knew her mother was awake.

Julie went into Bailey’s room first. She looked around, instantly noticing how the door to the adjoining shower-room was wide open. Sitting naked on Bailey’s bed, she could see the small window above the shower-room mirror that had started all of this. What she saw from that window still danced lucidly in her head: mother and daughter, playing into each other’s fantasies and dirty secrets. She remembered how watching them at first was like staring at two outsiders invading her own delicate reality. But very quickly, she’d begun to feel like the outsider who was looking in. And she remembered jealousy burning in her heart. Of course, she couldn’t forget that increasing feeling of arousal.

Maybe it was wrong to feel that way — or so least that voice in her head had insisted — but she had to be truthful with herself. And the truth was that watching Krystal and Bailey had gotten her hot, and she’d been thrilled when Mom had touched her. It was time to share her excitement with the others. What she had just done with Bailey was amazing; now she was ready for the next step — the ultimate step.

Look under the covers, Bailey had told her. She lifted the heavy blanket from the bed. Now what have you got under here, Bai? 

It didn’t take her long to notice. She drew closer to it, fixed on it with wide open eyes, felt her heart thumping. She looked at it; the first one she had ever seen in person. Its figure was harsh and unyielding. It looked like a medieval torture device, but she knew that it was anything but. In fact, just by studying its crude and purposeful shape, it breathed new and thrilling sensations into Julie’s pussy; a warm twinge between her legs like a deep, hollow void seeking fulfillment.

Julie picked up the impressively sized strap-on with both hands. She recognized the black leather harness, then glanced again at the small window in the shower-room. It was the same sex toy she’d seen Krystal using on Bailey. For no reason she could understand, Julie drew the rubber cock close to her nose and took a hearty whiff from it. There was a smell that she recognized, and liked.

She stood with the rubbery phallus in her hands, then positioned the toy over her pubic bone as if she was a man holding an erection. She licked her lips and slowly began to thrust her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion.

I wonder if Mom would let me use this on her. She swept her tongue over her lips again. I wonder if she would use it on me. Her knees swayed forward, burying the cock in an imaginary cunt. Can I even take this thing inside me? It’s so damn… big! Then she began to imagine a voice, whispering in her ear. The sound came from her head, but it sounded a lot like her mother. Oh yes, you like that? I know you do. Then there was a climax and even Julie, who was only playing a pretending game, shuddered with excitement.

Julie knew then that she was completely committed to what she was about to do. And she had no doubt that it would be incredible.

On to Chapter Four!


Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 7, 2020 at 3:12 pm

by Funtoppings

(Previously in “Hidden in the Snow”: Julie is on a skiing vacation with her mother Debra, her aunt Krystal and cousin Bailey. They settle in for the evening, but when Julie gets up in the middle of the night, she is horrified to discover that Aunt Krystal and Bailey are having hot mother-daughter lesbian sex.)


After a minute, which felt like an eternity, of standing in front of her mother’s bedroom, contemplating and thinking about what she was going to say, Julie finally took a deep breath and tapped on the door.

“Mom, are you awake?”

“Yeah, honey. Come on in,” a voice uttered on the other end of the door.

It was early morning, quarter to eight the last time Julie checked the clock. She wasn’t sure how much she had slept, but it wasn’t a lot. She kept turning in bed most of the night, replaying those deplorable sights that she saw in Bailey’s room, chewing over how she should approach her mother about this.

Julie walked into her mother’s sunlit room. The window inside was wide open and a cool mountain breeze traveled inside, welcoming Julie with a cold kiss. A strong fragrance of lavender escaped from the shower, where Debra had just taken her morning bath.

Debra was sitting on the bed combing her wet hair. She was wearing her red cardigan sweater and a casual white skirt that ended just a few inches above her knees. The sunlight beamed beautifully off her clean golden hair. Once again, Julie found herself impressed by her mother’s well kept beauty. But it was a thought she would rather not have at that moment. It felt wrong.

“Jules, what are you doing up already? I thought you’ll be snoozing for at least another hour.”

“Yeah, well… I see you’re up early, too.”

“Oh, you know me, honey. I’m always the early-bird, already showered and everything. How was the night, you sleep okay?”

Julie opened her mouth to answer, then closed it immediately. She had an expression on her face as if her mother had asked her a trick math question, and she was trying to figure out the right answer in her head.

“You don’t look like you slept too well,” Debra jumped in before Julie could answer.

“No, I guess I didn’t,” Julie said wearily.

“You probably drank too much. Who am I kidding, I think I drank too much as well. You know your mother, kiddo, not much of a drinker.”

“Yeah… no, it’s not that.”

Debra put her comb aside and gave Julie a concerned look. She stood up looking wide eyed at her daughter. “What, what is it?”

Julie turned her head aside; she couldn’t say it and looked her mother straight in the eyes. She suddenly thought of how in a normal world, the next thing she was going to say to her mother was ‘I’m pregnant’ or ‘I’m getting married’, or even ‘Mom, I dropped out of school and joined a cult’. Anything was better than this. Of course this was not a normal world, not anymore. She woke up last night at 3:05 A.M to a new decadent and debauched world. The kind you read about in the papers. She knew it was time to share her insanity with the one person she trusted the most.

“I woke up in the middle of the night. I was thirsty as hell, had to go down to the kitchen to get some water.”

Debra listened carefully to her daughter. She was looking at her intently with squinted eyes, almost as if she was trying to decipher the image on a Magic Eye poster.

“Well, when I went into the hall, I heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room,” Julie continued. “I thought something was wrong and… I peeked into her room through the small window ouside.”

“What noises? What did you see?”

Julie took a deep breath and looked high above at the ceiling. Her mouth felt desert-dry. Warm tears were sizzling in her eyes.

“I saw Bailey… and I saw Aunt Krystal. And I swear to God I’m not lying, Mom, or telling a joke. But I saw Aunt Krystal and Bailey… on the bed… and they… they… they were naked. They were having sex.”


Sex, they were having sex,” Julie said again, chocked up. Tears crawled down her cheeks.

Debra sat stiffly on the bed, her eyes wide with shock, her jaw unlocked. Both her hands, drawn closely to her lap, were playing nervously with each other. Looking over at Julie, she saw the tears flow from her daughter’s eyes. She got up and went over to embrace her; gave her a hug, so cozy and warm with a mother’s love.

“Okay, don’t worry, Jules. I’ll talk to Krystal. I’ll see what’s going on,” She whispered softly in her daughter’s ear. “Just don’t you worry. I want you to go to your room, and try to get some sleep. I… I really don’t know what else to say… not until I speak with Krystal.”

“It’s just so fucked up, Mom. I don’t think I can ever look them in the eyes again. Not ever.”

“I understand, sweetheart,” Debra kissed her daughter on the cheek. She looked deep into Julie’s sapphire blue eyes. “Go to your room. Close the door. And try to get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

“Okay,” Julie said softly. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey. I love you too.”

Debra gave Julie a warm hug again. A dark shadow settled across her face as soon she rested her head on the teen’s shoulder. Julie quietly left the room, and Debra stared blankly at the door, left stunned by what her daughter had said.

But in a way, she was not completely surprised.

In fact, she was hardly surprised at all.


Thirty minutes after Julie had told of her shocking experience, Debra was still seated in her room, staring at the walls. She watched her own reflection on the big mirror and for some reason, rather inappropriately for that moment, wondered how desirable she still was.

She remembered a year ago, when Julie had come home with her boyfriend, Jason. It was the first time she met the young man. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, chiseled-chin type of a fellow. At one point, she served them cold drinks; both Julie and Jason were sitting on the white leather couches in the living room. As Debra brought down the tray of cold lemonades on the table, she could easily notice Jason glancing at her cleavage with hungry eyes.

Of course, she would never tell this to Julie. But still, it felt nice to be ogled, to be viewed as sexy. And she was sexy, at least according to her friends, her jogging buddies and the women at her hair salon. They were all very complimentary to her. Yet you never really know who’s telling the truth and who’s being nice to the poor bereaved woman, whose kids had already left her to potter about in an almost empty house.

Eventually, she stepped out of her room. She looked down the corridor at the small shadow peeking underneath Krystal’s door. She suddenly felt like one of those sheriffs in the old Westerns she used to watch as a child, just before they were about to enter a saloon full of dirty desperadoes.

This will either end nicely or in a shootout, she thought.

The air in the corridor was thick with morning stillness. Bailey was fast asleep in her room; her night, which was packed with a wild succession of orgasms, had induced a session of unthinkable and vivid dreams. Julie was also asleep. She’d found it much easier to drift off, once the burden of her secret had been shared with Mom.

Debra walked over to Krystal’s room and knocked on her door.

“Krystal, are you up?” No answer.

Debra paused, and then knocked again. “Kryst—”

The door opened. Krystal was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding on the door knob, the other holding on the white towel wrapped around her hair. Beads of water glistened on her neck and above the hollow of her breasts.

“Good morning, good morning. I see you’re already up,” Krystal smiled wearily and gestured for Debra to come inside.

“Yeah, well you know me, always the—”

“Always the early bird,” Krystal smirked. “Yes, yes, I know.”

Krystal opened the curtains of her window, sweeping the room with great beams of sunlight. “Wow, beautiful day out,” she said and unwrapped the towel from her hair. “I guess we can enjoy it while it lasts, I heard we may be getting some snowstorms today.”

“Yeah, I heard it too,” Debra said.

Krystal swiftly walked to her closet, where she kept her unpacked vacation clothes. She studied each sweater and  pair of pants that she took out of the shelves, and then tossed them carelessly on top of her bed, creating a heap of clothes.

“Ugh. First thing I’m doing back home is buying an all new wardrobe for winter.” She then turned to Debra. “How you doing, hon? You had coffee already? If not, then wait for me. I’ll make us a fresh pot.”

Debra paused before she answered. She didn’t need a cup of coffee to get an adrenaline rush in her veins. Not this morning.

“No. Not yet.”

Krystal turned to Debra, she noticed some stiffness in her sister’s voice. “What’s up with you? You’re okay?”

Debra quietly walked over to the window at the far side of the room. There was a white wooden desk-chair bathing in the morning sunlight, and she sat in it. She looked outside the window at the silvery blue skies, searching far away into the heavens.

“Helloooo, Debra? Everything’s all right?”

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Debra replied solemnly, without taking her eyes off the window.

Krystal dropped the red sweater she was holding in her hands, and turned to her sister; a grave look on her face. “What? What do you mean?”

Debra, sitting with her back to Krystal, watched white clouds slowly drifting in the skies, mesmerized. She hesitated for just a second, but when she did finally speak, the words came out of her mouth like heavy bricks.

“My daughter told me that she woke up in the middle of the night. And she heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room.”

Krystal froze. Her eyes closed tightly.

“She saw you and Bailey inside,” there was a long pause before she continued. “She saw what you were doing.”


“How?” Debra said abruptly. “Really, Krystal? That’s the question? How?”

Krystal hung her head and said, “No. No, of course not. Oh God…”

After a brief moment of silence, Krystal walked over to Debra. She placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders, which became warm from sunlight, and gave them a light squeeze. Debra reacted with listless apathy to Krystal’s touch; she simply stared outside the window with bright eyes, looking far away into the distance.

“I didn’t mean for her to see it… I didn’t mean to—”

“So you have sex with your daughter?” Debra asked, her words cutting like a sharp knife.

Krystal’s grip tightened around her sister’s shoulders. “Yes,” she replied, her answer both honest and awful.

“How long have you been doing this?”

Krystal took a deep breath. Water began to drip from her soaked hair. There was such a bitter silence in the room she could actually hear each drop as it crashed on the hardwood floor.

“For a few months now,” she answered.

“I… I didn’t know you did that… with her…”

“Come on, sister. You know what type of family we came from. You know the deal. It shouldn’t come to you as that much of a surprise.”

Debra didn’t answer, but rather kept looking deep into the sunny blue skies, but it wasn’t the clouds she was looking at, not even the tremendous silhouette of Mount Mansfield peering up ahead in the distance. She was looking at her past — a few decades into her past.

While society always looked at inter-family relations as taboo and immoral, Krystal and Debra grew up in a house where such things were commonplace. Of course, they were also smart enough to know not to talk about it outside the confines of their home; it was the family secret.

It was their mother who suggested to both Debra and Krystal that they have sex for the first time. It was their mother who taught them that as long as they are mature enough to understand the implications of their doings, then there is no shame in sharing love with a close member of the family.

In her later years, Debra would look at her past with a small measure of regret of how she was brought up, but not with complete disdain. As far as she could tell, she and her sister were brought up in a loving home environment with gentle parents who were adored by both children and adults alike. Most important, though, was the fact that their parents never forced anything upon them, but only presented them with an option. They explained to them the ways of the family and would have gladly accepted whichever path the sisters chose to take. If they wanted to, Debra and Krystal could have refused. They could have easily been taken out of this close intimate circle. But they didn’t.

Krystal and Debra grew up in the same room, where they shared everything from clothes to personal secrets. They always had a loving relationship, but once they discovered the pleasures of sex with one another, their love flowered into something much greater.

“Come on, Deb. It’s been so long for me. I didn’t have any serious relationship with a man for over sixteen years.” Krystal said. Her hands were softly kneading Debra’s shoulders.

“You dated lots of men, Krystal. It was your decision not to remarry. It was only your decision. God knows you had options.”

“True. I’m not denying it. But I couldn’t remarry because I didn’t want to live in a lie. I didn’t want to wake up in bed every morning to a person that I knew… that I knew I could never love—”

“Don’t say it, Krystal.”

“—as much as I loved you.”

Suddenly, the vivid colors washed out of Debra’s world and grew sepia-toned. It was as if someone knocked her out of her seat and kicked her thirty years into the past. She could literally smell the fragrance of the freshly cut grass on the lawn outside the house she grew up in.

She remembered all the love that had been shared between her and Krystal. How they would have the most amazing sex; the type she was never able to duplicate — not with her husband, not with anyone. It was the perfect mixture of curious young love and the explosive nature of their raging hormones.

“And now I have my new love. Now I have Bailey,” Krystal said softly, still massaging Debra’s shoulders and neck. “Now that she’s old enough, she understands. She understands after all these years, why her mother was alone, and where her mother’s passion really lies. And the beautiful thing is — she wants to partake in all of this. She wants to.”

“Don’t you want Bailey to grow up — I don’t know — normal? Have a conventional life. Date boys. Marry a man?” Debra said, and briefly thought of Julie, holding her acceptance letter from Columbia, beaming with joy.

“Normal… we grew up normal, Debra. We both dated boys; we both got engaged; we both got married and had babies, and that was wonderful, I wouldn’t change anything about it. I offer my child the same options as we were offered. She is an adult. If and when the day comes that she wants to move out on her own and bring men to the house for me to meet, then I’ll support her all the way.”

“And if she’ll bring a woman?”

Debra couldn’t see it, but a mild smile broke on Krystal’s face.

“If she wants to bring a woman, then I’ll support it as well. In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bailey turned out to be a lesbian…”

Debra understood. She had considered herself to be straight for the second half of her life, but her fondest sexual memories were with a woman; with Krystal.

“Does Bailey like it? Does she enjoy it, you know, like we did?”

There was a silvery glow in Krystal’s eyes. She slowly leaned closer to her sister; her naked breasts swaying under the fabric of her bathrobe.

“Oh, yes. She enjoys it,” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “We have the most amazing sex, Deb.”

Debra closed her eyes, and a series of images floated beneath the underside of her eyelids. All of the images were of her sister and young niece: naked; kissing; touching. Except from one image, that floated above all the rest like a drifting cloud in the sky. It was an image of Julie holding that acceptance letter; her eyes radiating.

“And your Julie… you can’t tell me you don’t fantasize about being with her, now can you?”

Debra shifted in her seat. “No… no, I don’t.” Her voice wavered with uncertainty.

“Come on, now…”  Krystal grinned. Her hands traveled from the base of Debra’s neck and slyly slithered down to the top of her cleavage line. “Don’t lie, sweetie. The thought of doing it with Julie has to have crossed your mind.”

Debra’s throat was arid; the breath stood frozen in her chest. At that moment she was thinking about Julie; her young, beautiful Julie.

“I bet it was never easy for you playing the role of The Mom when you have a child that is a living, breathing wet-dream; especially for someone with such a keen taste for women as you. Last night while we were watching the movie, it really dawned on me how amazingly beautiful your Julie is. Those mesmerizing blue eyes…”  Krystal’s words trailed off as she planted a wet kiss on Debra’s left cheek.

Suddenly Debra thought of eyes; almond shaped slanted eyes, almost catlike. She thought of eyes that were blue and deep as the summer skies, and that sparkled like bright midnight stars. And when those eyes stared at her, she could feel her spirit soar.

“And her beautiful soft lips; you had to dream about those lips…”  Krystal continued and kissed Debra again, this time on the groove of her neck.

In her mind, Debra imagined the kiss coming from a much younger mouth, glistering with moisture and innocence.

“And her breasts: so beautiful and mouthwatering. I imagine she has the pinkest nipples. Just wrapping your mouth around one of them, mmmm…” She nuzzled Debra’s neck.

Her hands slid down the cleavage of Debra’s cardigan and slipped underneath the bra. She cupped her sister’s breasts in her hands and squeezed them with such unrestrained passion that it caused her own nipples to stiffen from excitement.

It felt good to Debra as well. She closed her eyes, bathing in the sunlight and savoring the moment. Her heart was beating vigorously. Her nipples throbbed as her sister’s thumbs gently rubbed them. Her hands were clenched over her knees as shivers of desire raced through her frame.

“Her gorgeous, mouth watering, slender body…”  Krystal laid another wet kiss on the bottom of Debra’s chin.

“That round, firm ass…”

And another kiss fell on the corner of the mouth.

“Her creamy, delicate, moist pussy …”

This time, Krystal found her sister’s lips. They shared a long and sensuous kiss, like two lovers that were thrown into each other’s arms after years of separation… which in a way, they were.

Their tongues rolled against each other, both drenched and slippery with anticipation. Debra remembered when she was younger, kissing her sister for the very first time, how it had felt so innocent yet exhilarating, and today, thirty years later, the kiss still felt every bit as wonderful.

Krystal eventually broke the kiss, but gave Debra a coquettish smile, full of wicked intent, and Debra immediately knew where this was headed. And as her sister led her to the bed, Debra realized that she hadn’t felt so excited and happy for a long time.

“God, Deb, I’ve wanted this so much,” Krystal said as they both embraced and kissed on the bed. Underneath them were a crumpled sheet and a pile of clothes that didn’t matter to anyone.”I wanted to have you back in my arms for so long. My tongue never forgot the way you tasted.”

Krystal reached down, sliding a hand under Debra’s skirt and into her panties. She laced her fingers through a patch of curly hair until she found her older sister’s hidden treasure. Debra immediately retaliated with a moan and a sudden quiver of her hips.

“Oh, yes!” Krystal bubbled. “You’re practically dripping down there!”

Debra, who spent countless lonely nights fantasizing of fingers other than her own, strumming her clit and awarding her with orgasmic relief, shuddered at her sister’s touch. Her head was swimming as Krystal stroked between her legs.

Krystal finally took the hand away from her sister’s pussy. The fingers gleamed with a fresh coat of nectar. She guided them to Debra’s lips.

“Come on,” Krystal whispered.”Taste yourself.”

Debra, without much hesitation, snaked out her tongue and licked the fluids off her sister’s fingers. Not one to hold back on her own burning desires, Krystal pushed her tongue out as well and cleaned the remaining streaks of juice from her own fingers. Eventually, their tongues met and they exchanged a sloppy kiss.

“You taste amazing, sis,” Krystal whispered in her ear.

Debra looked at her sister with big eyes that burned with passion. Her pussy ached to be reintroduced — after so many years — to Krystal’s mouth. Her eyes grew even wider and hungrier once Krystal disrobed, revealing her clean, naked body.

Debra gazed at her sister, now completely exposed, and the most impure thoughts danced in her head. She hadn’t seen that body, in all its glory, for over twenty-five years. It was no longer the body of the nineteen-year-old she remembered, but that of a beautiful woman who had aged very well. Her tits were perfectly round and naturally big, only sagging a bit. She’d always felt a little jealous of how Krystal’s chest had blossomed so nicely, and while her own chest was hardly considered small, she still believed her sister had struck lucky in that department. Looking down, she saw a lush tuft of dark pubic hair, casually trimmed into a fuzzy triangle. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, craving for the feeling of that curly hair tickling her nose while she suckled on her sister’s moist labia.

“You look gorgeous, Krystal.”

Krystal smiled as she presented her breasts to her sister’s awaiting mouth. Debra enthusiastically played with the nipples, which grew like fresh berries as she sucked them.

Krystal rubbed feverishly between her legs; the stiffening sensation of her sensitive nipples had clicked a switch in her pussy. Now it felt wilder and more alive than ever. As Debra sucked on her nipples, Krystal thought she might orgasm from that stimulation alone. She almost surrendered to the pleasure, but her lips started to tingle and the need to finally taste her sister grew stronger.

“God, I want you!” Krystal cried. She unbuttoned Debra’s cardigan to expose her white lace bra, which quickly found itself tossed on the floor. Krystal latched onto her sister’s left nipple, sucking on it with the intensity of a wild animal, then switched to the other. The nerves in Debra’s breasts became a network of stimulation, rapidly sending signals of pleasure down to her vagina.

“Oh, Krystal… lick me down there. Please.”

Krystal grabbed the hem of Debra’s skirt and raised it above the waist area, exposing a pair of white lace panties, now accented by the forming of a large wet spot. She pressed her nose against her sister’s crotch and took a giant whiff.

“Mmmm… you smell terrific. Maybe I’ll just sit here all day and just smell you.” Krystal said teasingly, and buried her nose yet again at Debra’s crotch, pressing it hard against her clit.

“N-No… p-please… go down on me. I’m begging you!” Debra squirmed.

“Well, all right,” Krystal grinned slyly. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and rolled her sister’s panties down and off. Looking at the engorged lips of Debra’s pussy made her mouth water.

She thrust her head between her older sister’s legs, welcoming Debra back to a world of Sapphic thrills.

Debra shivered with ecstasy. Her uncontrollable moans grew louder and louder and gradually turned into guttural cries of insatiable pleasure. With the final thread of sanity in her head, it struck her that she might be overheard, so she crushed a pillow into her face, then released a stream of stifled cries.

Krystal, fired by her sister’s muffled moans, felt her own pussy dribbling warm fluids. She quickly began to finger herself.

Debra sensed her climax approaching as the walls of her pussy contracted over her sister’s tongue. She could feel sweet release pulsating in the veins in her neck and at the bottom of her feet. Her left toe vibrated uncontrollably, like a plucked guitar string. She tightened her grip on the pillow and burrowed her face even deeper against it,  bellowing at the top of her lungs.

In this deep reservoir of ecstasy, Debra envisioned her lover making love to her. She looked downwards and saw her lover nestled between her outspread thighs, resting a hand on her belly; licking her, nibbling her clit, nose pressing against her pubic bone. Everything around her lover became vividly whiter and brighter and heavenly. In her vision, she covered her lover’s hand with her own, and their fingers laced together. In the real world, she laced her fingers through empty air.

Then her lover’s face rose from between her legs to smile at her with perky lips that gleamed with her juices, a glowing nimbus surrounding her head. She saw her lover’s face; beautiful, angelic, silky, youthful.

It was Julie’s face. She saw her daughter, Julie. Her lover.

“Mmmmm… g-god, J-Julieeeee… ahhhh!” 

A jolt of electricity traveled down Debra’s body; ran from the core of her pussy all the way down to her toes. Krystal sat up and stared, warm fluids covering her mouth and chin as she watched her sister violently convulse in an unrelenting orgasm.

“Oh, God!” Debra shuddered, her entire body steamed like hot, wet velvet. This felt like the greatest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Thrusting her arms out, she reached for Krystal, desperate for her embrace. Krystal smiled and crawled on top of her sister, feeling Debra’s slick, sweaty body vibrating under hers.


“Yesss…”  Debra whispered, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body.

“Did you just… ? Did you call out Julie’s name?”

Debra’s breasts heaved as she slowly regained her breath. Her thoughts were still cloudy and adrenaline still pumped chaotically in her veins. What is Krystal talking about? she wondered. Julie? I called out for Julie? Surely she’s mistaken.

“What? No. No, of course not.”

Krystal laughed as she held tighter against her sister and planted a wet kiss on her right cheek.  “Yes, you did,” she said, giggling. “You said Julie’s name. You thought of her when you came, didn’t you?”

Debra stared intently at the wooden planked ceiling and realized her sister was right; she was visualizing Julie in her head as a part of her fantasy; as her lover.

“Yes… yes, I guess I did,”  she said. Suddenly she realized that she had climaxed to the image of her daughter. And deep inside, she also knew that it wasn’t the first time she did so either. There were other times. “I’ve wanted her so badly…” she whispered.  “I can’t lie about it anymore. Not to myself, not to you.”

There had been many other times, in fact.

“You really want her?”

“I’ve pictured making love to her so many times.” Debra playfully caressed the length of her sister’s neck. She wondered what Julie’s skin would feel like.

Krystal rolled off her sister’s body and over to her side of the bed. The confession from her sister had instigated a tingling in her pussy that was rife with untamed excitement. Her left hand automatically traveled south.

“God, sometimes during the night,” Debra continued speaking, still engulfed in her memories, “when I’m all alone in the house. I’ll look at some of her photos — especially those sexy eight-by-tens she did when she modeled — and I would masturbate to them.”

“G-G-God, yesss…”  Krystal’s voice wavered. She closed her eyes and allowed Debra’s story to take shape in her head.

Debra suddenly grew aware of her sister’s self pleasure.  “Krystal?”

“Just keep talking to me, baby.” Her voice was shaky. “What do you want to do to your daughter?”

Realizing she was now playing the catalyst to her sister’s orgasm, Debra curled beside Krystal, drew close to her ear and whispered, “I want to fuck her.”

“Ahhhh… mmmm… Oh, Jesus…”

“I want. To fuck. My daughter.” She repeated it again, slower this time. It was strange how that string of words didn’t sound all that preposterous to her. It actually tuned in her ears quite nicely.

“Ohhhhhh…” Krystal whimpered. For a moment, Debra was sure she was also crying as a forceful orgasm swept her body from head to toe. Fluids seeped from her cunt, leaking onto the sheets.

Debra climbed on top of her sister in a sixty-nine, and each woman buried her face in a juicy pussy.

“Oh fuck, sis. I’m gonna come in your mouth!” Krystal growled.

Debra felt her body becoming useless as ecstasy suddenly swamped her all over again. “Me too, baby. Me t-too,” she gasped.

They climaxed in unison. Their bodies, tangled and entwined in a ball of limbs and sweat, quivered as the orgasm spun inside them like a hot tornado. They collapsed, each to their own side of the bed, both trying to regain a sense of placement. Then Debra cuddled next to her sister, and they both floated silently back to the here and now. For a long time, their breathing did the only talking.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows and flooded every corner of the room. Debra stared blankly at the window, unable to remember the last time she’d felt so peaceful and satisfied.

“So… have you figured out what you’re gonna say to Julie?” Krystal broke the silence.

Debra kissed her sister on the shoulder and buried her cheek against that very same spot. “No, not really. I’m not really sure I’m going to say anything. At least not the full extent of it.”

“But, Deb—”

No, Krystal. I know what you have with Bailey is amazing and… and I envy you, I really mean it. But I don’t know if I’m ready at this stage to cross that border with Julie. I’m not sure how she’ll react at this point. I just… I just don’t know.”

Krystal wrapped a warm arm around Debra’s nude body and hugged her tightly.

“I understand, sweetie. I just wish… with all four of us here on vacation, far away from anyone we know, We could have so much fun…”

Debra knew that her sister was right.


“Okay, so the files should be waiting for you in your inbox, so just tell me if… h-hello? Hello?”

“I’m here. I can hear you just fine, Audra,” Julie told her roommate. But she still removed the cell phone from her ear and surveyed the screen. There was a weak signal.

“Oh, okay. Cause I’m hearing you totally shitty, Jule. Where the heck did you say this lodge is again? Like up in the fucking woods or something?”

“Something like that. This entire area is kind of secluded,” Julie said and stretched her feet on the bed.”I’m actually surprised I’m getting any phone signal at all.”

“So, how you been doin’ over there anyway? Did any skiing?”

“No. No skiing,” Julie told her roommate with a sigh.

“Oh… ? Why not? For God’s sakes, Jule, you’re on a skiing trip…”

“Yeah, I know. I skied yesterday. As for today, well…”

Julie’s voice trailed off into silence. She looked up at the silver moon, shining through her bedroom window. She searched for answers in its glow.

“Well… well, what?” Audra asked.

“Nah, it’s nothing serious. I kind of had a little… argument with my family.”

“What about?”

Julie wiped a light film of sweat from her forehead. The toes of her bare feet curled like talons. “It’s nothing, Audra. I — I really don’t wanna get into this. It’s really not that big a deal.” She closed her eyes, hoping Audra wouldn’t poke harder on this matter.

“Okay, babe, if you say so.” There was a silent pause, which Julie initially thought resulted from a bad connection, but eventually Audra’s voice emerged from the other side of the phone. “So, what did you do all day, then?”

After five minutes of talking the connection became unbearable and Julie had to end the conversation. She gave a long sigh as she placed the cell phone on the nightstand. It was good to talk to Audra. Granted, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation they’d ever had, but it was still nice to talk to a sane voice from back home. God knows, there weren’t a lot of sane voices at the lodge.

That thing that she saw the night before still haunted her memory; the images and sounds looped in the back of her mind like a never-ending motion picture. The lewd words coming out of her aunt’s mouth jingled in her ears throughout the day. Lick my pussy, baby… lick Momma’s pussy. Julie shuddered.

She approached the window in her room and looked outside at the shadowy coldness with a wan expression on her face. It was nearing midnight, winter snow was pouring down on Stowe, coming hard and heavy. The weather, which had started pleasantly warm and sunny, quickly deteriorated around midday to a maelstrom of whirling whiteness. At first, the skies became overcast with menacing silver clouds, followed by an unrelenting onslaught of pouring snow. Then the blizzards came, screaming and swirling, and taking on the snow with a mad flurry.

Julie remembered how earlier in the day, while she was eating a late lunch at a local café, she got a text message from her mom, telling her that she should probably return back to the lodge before the weather worsened. When she had taken a cab back home, the cab-driver, whose rough facial features looked as if they were carved by stone, was kind enough to give her his two cents on the matter.

“Yep, it looks like one heckuva shit-storm is heading our way. Pardon my French, Miss,” the driver had grumbled. Julie sat in the back seat and stared at the frozen road outside her window, grimacing.

She leaned forward, so he could hear her voice over the car engine.”Really, you think so?”

“You betcha. My boss — may he die a thousand deaths — called me off the graveyard shift I was s’posed to work tonight. Called off almost everyone from the station who was supposed to work tonight. And that sonovabitch don’t call off anyone — unless it’s somethin’ really bad, like this weather here. Again, pardon my French.”

Julie graciously smiled at him and leaned back in her seat.

Now, looking out through the window in her bedroom, she understood what he was talking about.

God, let this weather calm down by tomorrow, she prayed silently. I won’t be able to stay sequestered in this place for the whole day with Bailey and Aunt Krystal. I just won’t be. 

Then she heard a faint knock on the door.

Julie cautiously walked towards the door, moving barefooted over pinewood flooring. She paused for a moment, a wreath of air caught in her lungs.

“Who is it?” she asked tentatively.

“It’s me, honey,” her mother’s voice.

A sense of relief rushed through her body as she opened the door for her mom.

Debra walked in, wearing a beautiful crimson-colored stretch nightgown that ended a few inches above her knees and with a cleavage that left very little to the imagination. Her golden hair, showered and combed, fell neatly over her shoulders. She quickly entered and sat on the edge of Julie’s bed, softly tapping a nervous right fist against a sweaty left palm.

“So, Jules… we didn’t get to speak much today,” Debra said, looking down at her polished toenails.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I just had to get outta the house for a while. You know…”

Debra nodded, her lips tightening.

“So, Mom,” Julie took a step closer to her mother. “Did you talk to Aunt Krystal? You know, about last night?”

Debra nodded again, still peering down at her toes. “I did. I did, and…”  she raised her head to look at Julie, but froze when she met her eyes.

Dressed in a sexy white camisole and a low-cut pair of bright pink shorts, the twenty-two-year-old looked like she had just stepped out of one of Debra’s most salacious dreams. Her white top, cropped at the midriff, exposed her flat, taut tummy. Pink shorts covered the smallest amount of her shapely ass, revealing just a little skin from the bottom curves of her buttocks.

Debra followed the inseam of Julie’s shorts with her eyes; she studied the line, which curved around her daughter’s sleek thigh, and then stopped at the crotch, where the subtle protrusion of Julie’s nether lips seemed to be visible through the fabric.

Her beauty was almost mythical in the way it turned its appreciators into thoughtless, motionless statues. Like me, Debra thought.

“Mom?” Julie’s voice roused Debra from her reverie.

Debra’s dark eyes jumped at Julie. “Sweetie?”

“You were saying something?”

“Yes,” She cleared her throat. “Krystal — I did speak with her.”

Debra slid backwards on Julie’s bed, dragging her bum across the mattress, until she felt a large pillow cushioning her back. The lower hem of her dress got pulled up a bit, exposing a hint of her beautifully tanned thighs.

“Come, lie next to me. I want to talk to you,” she said, lightly patting a vacant spot beside her.

Julie stared at her mother, a storm of bewilderment settling across her face. Her lower lip was jutted out in a pout, its pink flesh glistering.

Debra saw that lip and wanted it. She longed to trace it with her tongue, then suck it into her mouth. She wanted to guide Julie’s pretty mouth down between her legs, and make it —

She blinked her eyes twice, and the lewd images vanished from her head. This is no time to get lost in such fantasies, she realized.

“Come on, sit,” Debra asked again. Julie slid next to her mother on the bed.

Debra inched closer to Julie and slowly began to run her fingers through her child’s dark raven hair.

“Listen, before I speak about your Aunt Krystal, there’s something I want to tell you about our family,” Debra paused and then added: “My family.”

Julie listened, a frown line delved between her eyebrows.

“My side of the family has always been more — oh, how do I put it — open towards the idea of inter-family relations.” She was lying so close to Julie that she could feel her daughter’s skin rippling with fresh goosebumps. She squeezed tighter against her and continued.

“Basically what this means is, we were doing things in our house, that were… Well, let’s say they weren’t things we were supposed to talk about, if you know what I mean.”

Julie’s face turned ivory white. “Things like, what I saw last night?” she asked faintly, surprised that her throat was able to make a sound.

Debra nodded. “It’s really hard to understand this — not unless you lived through it, and I’m actually not going to try to explain, but I just need you to know that for us, back then, it was perfectly normal.” She wrapped a warm arm around Julie’s shoulders. “Just like for you, growing up in a big wonderful house, having your own room, watching game shows every night as a family. That was your life. My life… it was different. Definitely different.” She paused, then added, “Sweetheart, I know how strange it sounds…”

Julie lay on the bed, her body feeling useless. Her mother was hugging her with one hand and stroking her hair with the other. A slew of emotions raged through her body, harder and faster than the snowstorm that raged outside.

“It sounds wrong, that’s what it sounds like, Mom,” Julie said through tears that were burning the back of her throat. “I know it’s not your fault, Mom, and that you were young, but there are laws against such things. I mean, it sounds like Gramma and Grampa totally took advantage of–”

“Shhh,” Debra said. “Your grandparents are long gone, and I don’t want you speaking badly of them.”

Debra moved even closer to Julie; she pressed her cheek against her daughter’s and felt tears lingering between them. “Regardless of right or wrong, there is no one at fault here. Not Gramma, not Grampa, not Krystal, not me. When we did what we did, both your aunt and I were old enough to make decisions on our own. We chose to… to walk a certain path.”

The more she heard, the more Julie felt like her body was sinking into the bed, like a bad dream where you’re trapped in quicksand. She wanted to hate her mother, yet found herself unable to do so. In a way, she admired her for coming forward with such a dark secret, which had been buried in her past for so long.

“And now, your aunt Krystal — and I swear to God I didn’t know it until today, when you told me — apparently, she had chosen to walk this very same path… only this time, with her daughter.”

Julie thought of Bailey. She was close to her, and knew her so well — or at least she thought so. Was Bailey just acting this all time? she wondered. Talking about boys; displaying acts of rebelliousness against her mother like every child. Is this all an act? 

The thoughts were jumbled in Julie’s head; they jumped from Bailey to Krystal to her mother and then back to Bailey. There was a deep silence in the room, and for a while the only noises that were heard were the faint groans coming from the lodge’s old foundations.

Debra let her hand rest on top of Julie’s exposed flat belly, and pressed her lips against the side of her child’s head, right above the ear, giving her a warm, motherly kiss.

Julie edged closer to her mother. Somewhere in this sea of emotions and feeling of being lost, she welcomed the warmness. She enjoyed her mother’s kiss; it felt like something ordinary and familiar in a moment that was fraught with unfamiliarity. And when her mother started to brush her hand across her tummy in warm, friendly circles, she was soothed even more.

“What are you thinking about, sweetie?” Debra breathed in Julie’s ear.

“Oh, I dunno. Nothing. Everything. I just don’t know what to think,” she said, soothed by the movements of Mom’s hand over her belly.

She noticed the lines across the fingers of her mother’s hand, and realized that the years take their toll on anyone or anything. Her mother — maybe once, a long time ago — was like Krystal. And even then, it was simply the result of her upbringing. But while Krystal had taken the lessons of her childhood and morphed them into a twisted sexual fantasy, using her daughter as a toy in her game, her mother had bravely decided to shake the shadows of her past, to walk a different, better path. And that path was why Julie had grown up like a normal girl, with the fondest childhood memories a person could ever ask for. She had her mother to thank for that.

“I love you, Mom,” Julie whispered.

“Now, that’s twice in one day that you said that,” Debra told her, smiling. “I’m going to start thinking that you really mean it.”

Julie giggled and wrapped her long legs around her mother’s. “I mean it. I love you. And that’s three times.”

Debra kissed her on the cheek. It was a big wet kiss that left a moist imprint on Julie’s rosy skin. “I love you too, honey.”

They both lay on the bed, nestled together. Julie’s legs were tangled with her mother’s, their cheekbones touching, their bodies exchanging pleasant and affectionate heat.

Debra brushed her left hand across her daughter’s smooth belly, then let it drift upward; sometimes sneaking a few fingers under the lower hem of the camisole, just beneath the valley of Julie’s breasts. And then sometimes it moved south; grazing over the belly button, then sweeping even lower.

The right hand toyed with Julie’s hair. The fingers grazed each lock of hair with a wealth of compassion, sending tiny waves of pleasure all the way down to her scalp.

“Mmmm…” Julie purred. Her eyes closed as she allowed the soothing sensations to take over her body.

She received another kiss from her mother — right above the lips, then yet another, an inch to the right.

The mature woman shifted her body even closer to her daughter.

Julie felt her mother’s breasts pressing against her arm, and she noticed how the nipples grew erect under the fabric of the woman’s gown, to the point they were poking her skin.

Their noses were almost touching. They inhaled and exhaled each other’s breath, creating a warm circulation of air between their bodies.

Debra’s left hand, feeling overly playful, traveled lower than ever before and now it was moving just a hint above the waistband of Julie’s pink shorts.

The twenty-two-year-old, who was known for her sharp mind and quick thinking among her school colleagues, was so beguiled by the feeling of comfort and delight that she didn’t even notice at first when her mother slipped a hand beneath the elastic of her shorts.

With a hand pressed against the soft fabric of Julie’s panties, right above her delicate mound, Debra lowered her lips to her daughter’s and hovered above them for a few precious moments.

Then Julie felt it.

The realization of it slowly trickled into her consciousness, like water from a wounded bucket. Her knees were the first to show signs of weakness but then it quickly transitioned to her entire legs, and arms, and neck, and before she sunk into that fragile point-of-no-return she realized that her mother was masturbating her. Then the woman, who had once fed her by the spoon, and taught her how to tie her tiny shoes, pressed her lips against Julie’s mouth and gave her a kiss.

Julie was close to surrendering to her mother’s touch. Her thighs squeezed together, and her pussy began to throb.

Why fight it? She wondered. Who would know? Who would tell? Is it so awful? It’s not. It’s wonderful. 

Her lips parted as a low moan escaped from her mouth, and it gave her mother a chance to deepen the kiss, her tongue easing between Julie’s lips.

But soon enough, a millisecond in real world time, a switch clicked in Julie’s head. For the first time, it struck her, exactly what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Julie gasped, and pushed her mother’s face away.

Frightened, Debra withdrew the hand away from her daughter’s shorts and clutched it tightly to her chest. The expression on her face was of shame and terror.

They both stared at each other, stunned and speechless. Julie’s eyes were wide and angry, her cheeks a feverish red. Debra watched her, frozen. Her high, rich color was gone. She tried to say she was sorry, she tried to apologize and explain, but Julie waved her off and headed straight to the door.

She clutched the doorknob and held the cold brass for a few seconds, contemplating. She looked back over her shoulder; a cold shadow crossing her face as she spoke.

“I’m going down to the living room,” she said coldly. “Don’t come after me. Don’t any of you come after me. I just… I don’t want to see you.”

“Julie, wait—”

But it was too late. Julie had already stormed out of the room.

Outside, snow flurries were still raging all over Stowe. Main streets were blocked and the forests were heavily powdered. It was very clear that the snow was there to stay.

And that means, for the next twenty four hours, your room is a sanctuary. So you’d better make the most of it.

On to Chapter Three!


Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 1

  • Posted on May 23, 2020 at 3:41 pm

by funtoppings

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in April 2014 }

“Hey, honey, did you girls fall asleep back there?”

Julie’s brain was clicking on and off, constantly switching between the darkness of sleep and the vivid lights of reality. She heard her mother’s voice reaching out to her in the background, but it sounded far away and faint, like the sleepy sound of waves breaking on the beach. Last thing she remembered was pulling out of the airport, her head resting against the car window, watching incoming and outgoing flights. And then her eyes just closed. She always enjoyed the soothing sensation that came with sleeping inside a moving vehicle: the icy glass squeezing against her cheek; the light vibrations absorbed through her temple; the way her teeth and car engine chattered in unison. It was almost orgasmic in a way.

How long have we been driving? Julie wondered dreamily. Ten minutes? An hour? Time and place were still a blur as she slowly detached from the realms of her dreams. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of pale blue skies above the faded color of green. They were the colors of winter in Vermont.

“What… did you say something, Mom?” Julie asked with sleep still thick in her voice.

“I asked if you girls were asleep back there,” Debra replied, already knowing the answer was yes, by the sound of her daughter’s weary voice.

Julie slowly tilted her head to the left, her neck giving a soft popping sound as she turned. She saw Bailey, with her knitted ski hat pulled down all the way to the tip of her nose, sleeping next to her. Julie balled her hand into a fist and lightly punched Bailey on the shoulder. It was a soft whack; the kind that would only disrupt the lightest of sleepers. Bailey shrugged her shoulder, but otherwise kept on snoozing.

“Bailey’s asleep,” Julie said dully.

Krystal, the woman sitting at the driver’s seat, looked at the rearview mirror and smiled at the sight of her daughter Bailey, curled up in the back. Well, she was hardly a little girl anymore. After all, they had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday last May. Still, grown-up or not, Bailey was still her Little Hellraiser. Maybe now more than ever.

“How long ’till we get there?” Julie asked impatiently, wriggling her slender pelvis on the car seat while trying to shake that immense feeling of tiresomeness.

“About twenty more minutes or so,” her mom answered. “If we’re lucky.”

“If we’re lucky,” Krystal repeated. It was winter, and even worse, it was tourist season. It was a pretty calm day, weather-wise, so they weren’t expecting any closed roads, but both Debra and Krystal knew that once they reached Stowe the main roads would be clogged with out-of-towners.

Julie shifted her head back to the window. The snow was piling up at the shoulders of the road. The forest was draped with a thick blanket of white, looking like the polished cover of a Christmas poetry book. Birch trees stood erect along the route, frosty and naked of leaves. The skies above, gradually turning silver blue as the morning bled into the early noon hours.

Soon enough we’ll be at the lodge, Julie thought drowsily. No school, no papers, no exams, nothing except complete and utter relaxation. And with her eyes hypnotically mesmerized by the view, she began to sink into another deep sleep.

Making the trip up to Vermont has been a yearly tradition in Julie’s family for over a decade. Her father, back when he was alive, bought a beautiful timeshare unit at Stowe, and every year, usually a couple of weeks before Christmas, they would pack their bags and leave their home in Long Island in favor of the family trip.

Julie still remembers how every year without fail, Dad used to take down his old pair of skis from the attic. He would look at her with that big smile of his, standing tall and proud, telling her how much fun it would be at the slopes, though eventually, he would spend most of his time watching football back at the lodge or going to whatever husband-wife activities her mom signed them into.

Aunt Krystal, her mother’s younger sister, would usually join them on the trip. Krystal was the first of the two sisters to bury her husband. She was only married for three years, and her daughter Bailey was at the precious age of two when her husband was involved in a horrible car accident. Sixteen years had passed and Krystal never remarried.

Five years ago, Debra suffered the same terrible loss, as her own husband, Julie’s dad, suffered a deadly heart attack at the office. Much like her younger sister, Debra also remained a widow.

Julie was twenty-two years old; she recently began her second year at Columbia Law School.

“You’ll be one heck of a lawyer one day, Jules, I just know it,” Debra had told her the day she got the acceptance letter from Columbia. She softly caressed her daughter’s long raven hair, pride beaming out of her eyes. “And then maybe you could help your mom deal with some of these clients better than the brain-dead lawyers I have,” she told her, giggling.

“Don’t think you can afford me, Ma,” Julie fired back with a grin.

Debra pressed her hand over her chest and gasped for hair, acting as if she was hurt, only to burst out with a gale of laughter a second later. She was indeed very proud of her Little Jules, always had been.

The group of four women took an early morning flight from New York to Burlington International Airport in Vermont and from there they rented a Ford SUV, (“The big red one,” as Bailey childishly insisted) to drive it up to the family’s winter lodge in Stowe.

For the most part, it was a casual drive down Interstate 89. Krystal was behind the wheel and Debra was at the passenger seat beside her. The two sisters were mostly talking shop. Krystal was the owner of a large bookstore in Long Island and had recently launched an online version with much success. Debra has inherited her late husband’s real estate agency, where she once served as a founding partner and a secretary. Business-wise, the past five years, with Debra at the helm of the agency, had been some of the most thriving years the agency had ever known.

Every once in awhile Krystal and Debra would cut each other’s sentences and say: “We really shouldn’t talk about work while on vacation,” but that’s what the conversation always seemed to sway back to. In the backseat, the cousins, Julie and Bailey, were both napping, having snow-covered dreams. The girls grew up as close as sisters… and even though the age difference kept them apart a bit as they grew older, there was still a strong and undeniable bond between them.

Once they got up on Route 100, the narrow road began to overflow with cars. Vacationers of all sorts: families, young couples, students. They were all trying to beat the traffic and reach their designated vacation spot. By that point, all four were awake inside the vehicle; it was impossible to sleep with all the people honking at each other.

“Sweet Child O’ Mine,” by Guns N’ Roses blared out of the car radio with its soaring guitar riff intro.

“Oh, I love this song! Volume up, Ma!” Bailey cried out with excitement.

“Here you go,” Krystal inched the volume up a tick. “Sweet Child of Mine, to my sweet child.”

“Ugh. Lame, Mom. Really lame,” Bailey grimaced, then giggled.

Julie looked outside her window and cautiously observed the swarm of cars, trying to picture the life stories of its travelers, a hobby she had picked up from her adolescent years when going on long car-rides such as this.

On the right lane: a blue Sedan, with a family of five. The Man, supporting a thick mustache, maybe twenty-five-years out of date, was stone-faced, even though his three kids at the backseat seemed to be raising all kinds of hell. His wife sat motionless in her seat, fiddling lifelessly with her iPhone, paying no attention to the rambunctious pack at the rear. Julie unpleasantly smiled at the sight. I could see this becoming a great condom commercial, she thought humorously.

Next to them she saw a white Ford Fiesta, with a young couple in it. The young lady rested her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder while the two were waiting for the traffic to die down.

Probably a weekend of hot unadulterated sex waiting for those two, Julie thought. I bet once they reach their lodge they’ll be unzipping each other’s pants, even before the car engine cools off. I sure can’t blame them… 

She thought of Jason, her ex-boyfriend. It had been four months since they separated, and she hadn’t dated anyone since. Schoolwork was keeping her busy enough, so there was never any time to dwell on the fact that she lacked a partner in her life. But it always came down to moments like this, when she saw another young couple and the feeling of envy and deep longing crept up from the bottom of her throat to the side of her jaw.

She missed all the endearing aspects of having a boyfriend, but the thing she missed most of all was the sex, which was quite a surprise for her. She’d never been much of a sex fiend, not like most of the girls she knew at college; she discovered sex later than her friends, and when she did finally do it, it was never exquisitely unique or special. Just the basic stuff. But even that she missed — the basic. It was a feeling of emptiness that crawled from between her thighs and pulsed between her legs; a deep yearning for something hard and stiff, digging inside her and filling that tingling void.

Julie squirmed in her seat just from thinking about it. She pressed her thighs tightly together, ground her teeth and tried to mentally dump a cold bucket of water over her head.

In the background, Axel Rose was still singing about his sweet love, with his screeching, high-pitched voice.

Julie gave the young couple in the white Ford one last, somewhat resentful look.

Enjoy all your wonderful sex and titillating orgasms. That’s one thing I don’t need to be thinking about this weekend. 


“So Jules, how’s school going?” Bailey asked with an inquisitive look in her eyes.

The foursome had reached the lodge at 12:15 P.M. Both Bailey and Julie had each grabbed a random suitcase from the trunk of the car, carried it inside the lodge and dropped it on the hardwood floor almost as soon as they entered. And instead of helping their mothers with the rest of the luggage, they decided that crashing on the living room sofa was a much more welcoming choice. Both girls had their feet up on the couch and their arms tossed lifelessly to the sides, looking as exhausted as coal-miners after a long day of laboring in a stifling pit.

“School’s hard work,” Julie said. Her long legs stretched up on the couch. Her eyes were blank, looking at the wood-paneled ceiling. “It’s no cakewalk. But so far I manage.”

Bailey opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it immediately. Her eyes were thoughtful.

In those few moments of silence, Julie was able to survey the lodge. She had a lot of great memories there, enough to fill a few photo albums. She was about eleven years old when she had first come to the lodge. Since then she had been there every winter of her teen years, up until the moment her father passed away. They returned to make use of the place last winter, after a three year hiatus.

What Julie liked most was the peacefulness of the location. The house was buried deep within the secluded, forested area of Mt. Mansfield. By evening they were literally in the shadow of the mountains. The only way of getting to the lodge is by driving down a narrow dirt road lined with dense foliage and surrounded with wild shrubbery. With no other lodges or timeshares in the area, no one used the road except for them. As a child, Julie thought of it as a fairytale house. As an adult, she simply saw it as the perfect escape.

Once you passed the front door to enter the house, the feeling of tranquility and coziness immediately settled in. The interior of the lodge was designed carefully with Old World charm, giving the impression that you were not only miles away from home, but also years away. The floors were aged wood; the walls were honey-colored maple paneling, complete with a rustic finish. The living room was remarkably cozy, with a wood-burning fireplace at its focal point. The four double bedrooms were located on a second deck, easily reached by a small flight of stairs from the main living room.

“Well, you’re smart. I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Bailey finally said. “Plus, you’re in college, how can you even concentrate with all these good lookin’ boys all over the place?”

Julie smirked and nodded lightly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she told Bailey, not really buying into her own answer.

While there was a plethora of handsome and ambitious young men to choose from at Columbia, Julie also knew that Bailey’s mind depicted a much more optimistic picture of the dating scene. Moreover, since the separation from Jason, Julie had made the conscious decision of putting studying as her main priority. Most of her social life was on hold and her dating life was nonexistent. A lot of people looked at Julie as someone who was a little standoffish. It wasn’t because she was the only girl to skip parties, but she was perhaps the most noticeable one.

Prior to Columbia, Julie had a successful yet short-lived modeling career. One of the photographers described Julie’s looks as mysterious and enchanting, and he was utterly disappointed to find out that Julie decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a lawyer instead of a model. And unlike the rest of her peers, Julie had devoted the bulk of her time in university in actual studying.

“After all, that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it?” she had once told her roommate and best friend, Audra, after declining to go to yet another student-party.

“No, we’re here to snag some boys,” Audra told her with a steady voice. “Besides I’m sick of guys coming up to me, asking: ‘Hey, you’re roommates with that blue-eyed chick, right?'” She said in her best stoner voice. “‘How come we never see her at parties, duuude?'” and then took a drag from an imaginary doobie.

Julie burst out laughing. “These are the boys I’m missing? Potheads?”

“Hey! Today’s potheads are tomorrow’s leaders,” Audra snapped back, sounding almost serious before her laughter gusted out.

A gentle smile played on Julie’s face; not the one in Columbia but the one who was sitting with her cousin in the beautiful and picturesque town of Stowe. As hard as she studied, she still had some fond memories from school.

“How ’bout you, Bai, got any hot boys in your life?” Julie asked her cousin out of genuine interest. It had been much too long since they talked about such matters.

Bailey sat up straight on the couch. Her eyes were wide and very thoughtful.

“There was this boy… we dated for a while, but — you know, nothing too serious. It’s over by now, so… nothing that exciting on my front, I guess.”

Bailey still possessed a childlike quality in her voice, Julie realized. It was almost adorable in a way.

“Well don’t worry, Bai, you’re a beautiful kid. You’ll have no problem finding Mr. Right,” Julie said and shifted upwards on the couch, leaning on her elbows. Then she smirked and added, “Just give the boys a little flash of your tits, and they’ll come flocking in,” She said with a grin, gesturing with her head at the ample swell of Bailey’s breasts.

It was rather noticeable that Bailey had really developed in the last couple of years. Even under her thick turtleneck sweater, Julie could tell. In all honesty, Julie thought, there should be no problem for Bailey to snag a boy, as Audra would put it. Bailey had a cute round face with a pink button nose. Her hair, hazel brown, was long and straight all the way down to the small of her back. Even the way her ass and legs were featured so prominently in those tight jeans was enough proof that her young cousin had matured into an astonishing looking woman, one who would steal more than a few glances from men, if she wasn’t already.

“Screw you,” Bailey retaliated with half a grin and flipped Julie the bird. “You think it’s fun, walking around with these two fuckers?” She cupped her breasts, lifting them up almost to chin-level. When she moved her hands away they fell in a mesmerizing tumble under the thick fabric of her sweater, until eventually settling into the normal position. Julie was wide-eyed; she couldn’t shy away from noticing even if she tried.

“Probably mess up my game at the slopes, too…”  Bailey said in a low voice and looked down accusingly at her chest.

“Puh-leeze… don’t blame your suckiness at skiing on your boobs. Even without them, you got no game.”

“Oh!” Bailey’s mouth hung open in a shocked and rather comical expression. “You’ll eat your words, bitch.”

Debra and Krystal entered the lodge almost on cue. The cousins traded glances with one another in an awkward moment of silence, and then burst out with laughter. Their mothers, each carrying a few heavy bags at each hand, looked at each other perplexed, not sure what joke they’d just missed.

“Well I’m glad to see that at least your laughing muscles are working… and oh-please, don’t get off your sweet little asses and help your dear old moms with the luggage. We can handle it just fine,” Krystal told the girls as she made her way inside.

“We know, that’s why we stayed here,” Bailey drawled, slouching on the couch and throwing an amused look at Julie.

“You see these girls we have,” Krystal looked at her sister Debra, with half a smile, and dropped the heavy bags she was holding on the hardwood floor. “No respect for the parents.”

Debra nodded, but she was smiling.

Julie watched her mom as she stood at the doorway; her body was draped with sunlight, reflecting off the snow that was piled at the threshold of the cabin. Julie thought that her mom looked like a shiny angel at that moment. Debra wore a deep blue sweater-dress over a tight pair of jeans. Her golden hair was twisted into a bun, showcasing her swan-like neck. Julie wondered what she herself would look like in twenty-five years, hoping it would be at least half as good as her mother.

“Hey, honey, open a window or something so we can air out this place, would you?” Debra said, tugging on the neck of her sweater.

“Why? It’s fucking freezing in here, Aunt Deb.”

“Hey, language!” Krystal snapped at Bailey. “Plus, it’s not that cold. We could all use some mountain breeze.”

As Julie got up from the couch she noticed the bags they brought, tossed at the center of the room in a pile. One of them was her Swiss-Gear backpack, casually packed with warm clothes and necessities. She knew her mom brought two more suitcases, yet there were at least five more, so she figured her aunt and cousin brought the others.

“Sure you two brought enough luggage?” she mumbled humorously.

“Yeah, that’s because Mom brought a whole case full of booze,” Bailey said dryly.

A case full? Julie thought.

“You brought a case of liquor?” Her mom spoke out loud, as if she was reading the script in her mind.

Krystal laughed, a little uncomfortably. “Oh, Bailey exaggerates,” she said, flushed. “It’s just a wine bottle or two and a few champagnes for us girls. After all, we are on vacation.”

“You see, Mom? Why can’t you be cool like Aunt Krystal?” Julie said, teasingly.

And Krystal was indeed cool. Her mom would never think about bringing booze to the family trip. Hell, Julie could hardly remember the last time she saw her mother drink. Aunt Krystal bringing alcohol, on the other hand, came as no surprise. She had a much more brazen personality than her mother did, and that had definitely rubbed off on her daughter, who was as cheeky as they come.

Julie watched her aunt as the little guilty smile she wore over her face quickly faded, while she turned her head down and looked a little bit nervously at the pile of bags. It was strange, but for a fragment of a moment, Julie had a notion in her head that her aunt was hiding something more secretive in there. However, she quickly dismissed this idea. After all, it’s just Aunt Krystal, what on earth could she be hiding? 

“All right, all right, we’ll have a toast later on today,” Debra said, “but first let’s put the bags in the rooms, drinks in the freezer, food in the fridge. Come on let’s settle quickly, I want us to reach the slopes before sundown. Oh, and Jules, would you please crack a window before we all suffocate in here?”

An hour and a half later, they were skiing.


The cool night fell peacefully over Stowe.

An infinite number of stars stretched all over the dark skies like cold bits of diamonds.

Soft winter breeze whispered silently through tree crowns.

In the distance, the snow was creeping down the mountainsides in bright white stripes.

Inside Julie’s family lodge, the fireplace was burning, making a sequence of crisp crackling sounds. The voices emanating from the living room’s television were only secondary to the delirious laughter and babble of the four vacationers. Half-empty boxes of chocolate were tossed heedlessly all over the floor. Perched on the coffee-table were two open bottles; one of Merlot, the other of champagne.

It was movie night at the lodge. For the last hour the girls were watching a dopey comedy film, which Bailey brought on DVD, even though they all lost interest in actually watching the movie somewhere around the second round of drinks.

Julie looked into her champagne flute, watching the way the bubbles crawled up the side of the glass. She felt the heat from the fireplace tickling the tip of her nose. It seemed to her that no one in the room was particularly drunk, but everyone was in good spirits. Even her mother was on her second, going on a third glass of wine.

Krystal walked back from the fireplace, where she had just tossed a fresh log, and picked up her wine glass from the oval-shaped coffee table. Her dark hair was hanging wild and loose around her face and neck. Bright red lipstick accentuated her rounded lips. She was standing in front of the television, clad in jeans and a powder blue sweater, blocking the screen from everybody’s view. But it was well established that no one was watching the movie anyway. They were all too busy having what the women in Debra’s hair salon fondly called “Girls Talk.”

“So, Julie,” Krystal said, and took a sip from her wine. “What happened eventually with this Jason guy?”

A glass of wine was all it took for Debra to dish out all the juicy dirt on her daughter’s love life. She told Krystal and Bailey about Jason, whom Julie had dated for a period of six months before they broke up.

“I mean, it just didn’t work out, you know,” Julie replied, staring down at the drink in her hand. “We just butted heads way too often. I think when it was time to break up, we both kind of knew it.”

Krystal circled the table and walked over to the bark brown couch, where Julie was sitting. She took a seat right next to her; close enough so their thighs squeezed up against each other. She gave her an affectionate smile and tenderly stroked her hand over her niece’s lap.

“Well, that happens sometimes, sugar. Believe me when I tell you, you’re such a beautiful kid, you’ll find someone in no time. And a good one this time.”

Julie lightly nodded her head. The sweet fragrance from her aunt’s perfume was pleasantly engulfing her.

Bailey, who was sprawled on the couch beside Julie, brought a glass of champagne to her lips, paused, and then emptied it in one draught. She was looking at the TV, trying without success to flow the movie’s baffling plotline.

Krystal removed her hand from Julie’s thigh and placed it on top of her young niece’s head. She softly ran her hand down the length of the long raven hair. She pushed a strand of dark hair from Julie’s forehead and uncovered her brilliant blue eyes. They were almond-shaped slanted eyes, almost catlike. There were plenty of things people liked about Julie’s well-toned and athletic body, but it was always the eyes that people fell in love with.

“You really are beautiful, kid,” Krystal said again in a voice that sounded a lot like a whisper.

Julie, with her vision fixed on a pair of bubbles in her champagne glass, could tell that her aunt was looking intently into her eyes. She tried to avoid reciprocating her with a look in return. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt a little awkward to her. And why is that? she wondered. She certainly had no reason to feel this way.

Debra, sitting on the small mini-sofa next to them, observed them with solicitous eyes. She swirled the wine in her glass, and finished her drink with one big swig.

Julie closed her eyes and took a sip from her near empty glass of champagne. The close presence of her aunt felt strangely intimidating. When she finally spoke her voice gave a low croak.

“I know, Aunt Krystal. I’m none too worried. With all the school work I have to deal with these days, I really don’t concern myself too much about –”

Suddenly there was a weird tiny sound in the background.

“Ohh, fuckin’ shit!” Bailey cried, and cupped a hand over her nose and mouth.

“What was that?” Krystal turned alarmed to Bailey.

There was a hushed moment of silence, before Bailey suddenly laughed herself into hysterics, all the while squeezing and rubbing her nose with both hands.

Julie, Debra and Krystal all looked at each other with a dumb expression on their faces.

“I’m s-sorry I just… I snee-he-he… sneezed and…”  Bailey wiped tears with the heels of her hands as she laughed uncontrollably. “Bubbles… the bubbles… they crawled up m-ma-my nose!” she managed, her face turning red.

“Bubbles up your nose…”  Krystal said with a sigh of relief. “Jesus, Bailey, and I thought -”

Then Julie started laughing. It started as a small school-girl giggle but quickly turned into a full-fledged howl. She clutched her stomach with both hands, as she went off into gales of laughter.

Debra looked at the girls, both at the point of tears, and started chuckling herself. It was a little silly, she thought. Yet, it was impossible to resist. She buried her face under the palm of her hand as she felt her cheeks turning rosy-red, and her laughter getting stronger.

“Oh, you’re laughing too, Deb?” Krystal said, and a smile broke on her face as her laughing muscles began to loosen up.

“Ss-sorry,” Debra covered her mouth and tried to stifle her laughs, but it was a losing battle.

And then Krystal released a hearty chuckle, as if the laughing virus that spread all through the lodge finally reached up to her as well and bit her straight in the funny bone.

Ten minutes later, all four of them were still suffering from a severe case of the giggles.

Above them on the wall, the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of a long and tiresome day that seemed to stretch on forever.

When the movie’s end credits started rolling, it was a good enough sign for Julie to call it a night.

“Well, I’m beat.” She got up from the couch and stretched her arms far above her head, inducing a few crackling sounds from her bones. “I think I’ll turn in.”

“Yeah, I think we all are, honey,” Her mother said, also looking like a person in a dire need for a good night sleep.

Krystal was cleaning up the little mess they’d made, picking up chocolate boxes and candy foils from the floor. She seemed tired as well.

Julie looked at Bailey, already snoozing on the sofa. There was a tiny piece of chocolate crumb on the edge of her lip. They were all scarfing down chocolate bonbons while watching the movie, but Bailey, who was always the sugar junkie, was definitely eating more than the rest.

Julie noticed that Bailey’s cell phone, which Bailey fiddled around with earlier in the night, was placed precariously on top of her heaving breasts; going up and down with each breath she took. Even in her weary state, Julie was still impressed by how large her young cousin’s breasts had become.

I guess that’s the second thing she took from her mother, Julie thought. If the first thing was her brazen personality, then the second thing must be that enormous rack. Her mother also has that one. Her mother… my aunt… who told me how beautiful I was earlier tonight. And why, then, did I find it so strange; after all, she was only trying to make me feel better; that’s what family does. 

Julie shook her head as a large yawn forced itself out of her mouth, making her jaw click. She was done for the night.

“Good night, everybody,” she threw a heavy hand up in the air, and crawled her way up the stairs, and into her bedroom.

Outside, the night was quiet and uneventful; it was the complete antithesis of things to come.


When she first opened her eyes, Julie had the type of puzzlement that is typically common when waking in a foreign bedroom.

Then it all came to her an instant — she was in Vermont.

Spit traveled down her dry throat like sawdust. Two tiny hammers were beating on the sides of her temples. It was the fallout of the little drinking binge the girls had before she went to bed.

Although the room was very dark, enough starlight came in through the westward-facing window for Julie to see the foot of the bed, where her backpack was thrown on a small plastic chair. She remembered she kept a water bottle in there, yet when she reached for it she discovered it was empty.

“Oh, shoot,” she muttered in the darkness.

She grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. It read: 3:05

Oh, wonderful. I barely had two fucking hours of sleep. 

She put her phone back on the nightstand, feeling more parched than ever. It was obvious to her that she needed to get some water before going back to sleep. Feeling heavy, she tossed her thick blanket aside, and replaced the warmness of her bed with the chill of night. She was wearing a black tank top that stretched across her chest and her skimpy pair of shorts. Immediately she felt a cold rush run through her body.

Cautiously she closed the bedroom door behind her.

The light in the hallway was turned on, draping the dark corridor with a dim orange glow.

Debra’s room was the one closest to her. Krystal’s and Bailey’s room were at the far end side of the corridor.

She quietly walked over to the stairwell, hoping not to wake up anybody, when she suddenly came to a halt.

There were audible noises coming out of one of the rooms on the far side. Moving a little closer, she was now positive there were sounds coming out of Bailey’s room.

But listening closely, she realized, they weren’t any sounds. When she did recognize the sounds she was hearing, her heart began to rattle in her chest. It sounded like cries of pleasure, it sounded like the meeting of flesh. It sounded like sex!

Julie frighteningly looked over her shoulder, much like a thief in the night, and made sure no one was watching her. The door of her mother’s bedroom was closed. She then looked further down the hall, to Krystal’s bedroom. Door also closed.

What in the hell? Who in hell she got in there? Her thoughts were frantic. She’s got a boy in her room? Who? She doesn’t know anyone here, does she? 

Julie carefully pressed her right ear against Bailey’s door, trying to get a better read of things. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she wasn’t hearing right. Maybe-

But those were moans she was hearing. Those were Bailey’s moans; the type of moans Julie used to make when she had sex with Jason. Secret moans of pleasure that no one was supposed to hear, except for you and the person you shared that private moment with. And that thought forced her to take a step back from the door.

I should go, I should leave. Go back inside my room, close the door, count my stupid sheep, and go to sleep. I’m not even thirsty anymore. I don’t want to hear it.

She took another step backwards, followed by another two.

She was very close to actually walking away, when she noticed something that sparked a flame inside her head.

The window… 

Between the second and third room (Julie’s room and Bailey’s) there was a small intersection that was about seven feet deep and four feet wide. A small, round, rustic table was placed between the walls to fill in the void. What did grab Julie’s attention was the fact that there seemed to be a small window high above, almost near the ceiling, looking into Bailey’s room.

Most likely the window looking into the adjoining shower-room, she thought.

If there was ever a risky thought, then it was the one crossing through Julie’s mind at that moment.

What if I… looked inside…? 

Spying on her cousin having sex; just the thought of it sounded grotesque in her head. She wasn’t really willing to see it.

The room is probably so dark I won’t see a thing even if I try… 

She looked at the small window again. Then she looked backwards over her shoulder, and then over each side, and then back to the window.

She pulled nervously on the edge of her shirt and contemplated her next move. There was some unexplained eagerness pinching her at the bottom of her toes, drawing her to that narrow alley in the corridor, under that fabled window.

A look. Just a quick look. I’ll see if she is okay, and then I’ll turn away. God, What if she met some stranger at the slopes today? What if it’s someone dangerous? 

As things began to rationalize in her head, Julie quickly found herself standing underneath that small window. It was high, too high to reach from a standing position. Thankfully, that old rustic table was there, and if it’s steady enough, it could give her a nice boost. Julie gave the table a little shake-test; it was old, and dusty, but it looked strong enough to hold her.

She climbed on top of it.

Julie grabbed the small curvy handle, which slides open the window-glass.

The window is looking into Bailey’s shower room. The only way I could look inside the bedroom was if she left the shower-room door open. The chances are too slim. I won’t see anything… 

With a shaky hand, Julie slid open the window. Her face was white and stiff like ivory.

The shower-room door was in fact open, and Julie got a clear view of the inside of the bedroom. There was no darkness to struggle with as a tiny night lamp provided a dim light all over the room. When she finally realized what she was seeing, all the color drained from her body.

It wasn’t a strange man she saw with Bailey, nor was it any other man.

Inside the room, on top of the twin-sized bed; she saw her aunt Krystal on her knees, her body naked and shiny of sweat, with a tight leather harness wrapped around her waist, and a blushing pink dildo attached at the crotch. Her child, Bailey, was under her, on her own hands and knees; her eyes shut, her mouth open. Krystal was rocking her hips and the phallic toy attached to her waist disappeared inside her daughter.

Julie watched the inconceivable act with total disbelief. Her heart hammered inside her chest, her eyes like hot marbles, her legs numb. She closed her eyes shut and turned her head away as if she saw an eclipse. Her wobbly legs almost lost balance on the table, and she had to spread both arms across the side of the walls to keep from falling. Cold sweat poured from her body.

It’s not real… I didn’t see that… no, no, no. it’s impossible. 

Her hand was pressed against the left wall of her chest, trying to keep her heart from bursting out. She took a deep breath, feeling uncontrollable shakes in her body as she inhaled, and turned to the window again.

If this was a dream, then it was a nightmare, and one that wouldn’t end, because inside the room the unfathomable act was still going on.

Krystal had her young and only daughter on her knees, like an animal, as she continually thrust her pelvis back and forth, shoving a big looking rubber cock in and out of her pussy. From time to time Krystal leaned forward and kissed the sweaty back of the young teen; her ample breasts falling on the small of Bailey’s back, her nipples, pink and raw, poking at her daughter’s tight skin.

Bailey balled her hands into two blood-red fists, grinding across her bedsheets. Her teeth nibbling at her pillowcase ferociously, spit foaming up at both sides of her lips. Her face was glowing with pleasure and intensity.

Astonished, Julie watched them with wide eyes. Her breath caught in her lungs, and her trembles grew stronger. She could feel her spine gradually morphing into slick rubber. It was a shocking sight. Obscene. But there were more feelings than just shock washing over her. Oh yes, much more. There was a growing appetite in her crotch that drooled at the sight, even if her brain forbade it from doing so. Some uncontrollable eagerness that swelled in her belly like a hot balloon, which made Julie feel that familiar pleasurable twinge in her pussy. That tingling void.

This is wrong, so wrong. This is… this is… the word was trapped in the deepest folders of her mind, almost refusing to get out. She felt repulsed, even thinking of that criminal word.

Inside the room, Bailey knelt in front of her mother’s spread thighs, giving oral pleasure to the pretend cock. Her mother, much like the most perverted male at a dimly lit brothel, raised her pelvis up and down; making sure her child’s throat accepted every inch of her member. Once the fellatio had ended, Bailey brought her lips to her mother’s and they exchanged a juicy kiss.

Seeing them kiss that way broke Julie’s spirit more than anything. It was the most lascivious act of love she could ever imagine seeing, and it came from the most disturbingly unlikely pair.

Bailey kissed her mother on the neck, licked her way down to her chest, and then settled her mouth on one of her breasts, sucking it. Krystal was moaning, it was clear, and Julie could hear her aunt’s heavy moans in a much more lucid way than she expected or wanted.

“Oh, yes… suck on it, baby… you’re wonderful…”  Krystal cooed.

You shouldn’t be looking at this, Julie. Damn it, walk away! Julie’s mind was at turmoil. She tried to fight it before the mental bruise in her head got any deeper.

“Lick my pussy, baby. You’re killing me here… lick Momma’s pussy!” Krystal cried with lust.

Julie, without notice, was slowly thrusting her hips against the wall. It was that tingle in her pussy that grew the more she saw. She had to relieve it.

Bailey stuffed her face between her mother’s legs. From her angle, Julie couldn’t see every lick and every nibble that Bailey gave her mother. But the story was well-written on Krystal’s face; her cheeks gleaming with lust, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

Bailey’s head bobbed up and down between her mother’s legs, her long hazel hair danced in the air with complete ecstasy.

Julie’s right hand, moving with a will of its own, snuck underneath her dainty panties, and started rubbing on the tender mound of her pussy. She felt her juices creaming over her fingers in an instant and filling the air with a biting fragrance of sex.

Bailey shifted her body and climbed over her mother’s face, sitting on it, riding it, grinding her pussy against the open mouth. Her back arched like a kitten in heat, her head tossed backwards. She was panting with pleasure. Both her gloriously large globes rose up; her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling.

Julie’s hand, tucked under her panties and sandwiched between the wall and her pussy, kept massaging her clit, more vigorously than before. Her eyes were wide, watching her cousin’s incredible bare breasts, which were inexplicably on her mind since day one of the trip.

Keep away from this, Julie! You are watching your aunt… and your cousin! For God’s sake, it’s Bailey! Bailey with her mother… you know what this is… they have a word for it… incest! This is incest!

The word repulsed her. Getting excited from watching it repulsed her. Too many things were happening way too fast. Incest is illegal, Julie; you know that better than anybody and you defiantly don’t need to be in your second year of Law School to know that. 

The women fondled and wrapped around each other, exchanging sweat and fluids. On the bed there was a plethora of different colored toys, only now becoming visible to Julie: Strap-ons, dildos, colorful rubber plugs, some already used, others waiting.

The girls obviously came prepared for a night — maybe nights — of sex.

The luggage! A light bulb clicked in Julie’s head. I knew there were too many bags, too many for such a short vacation. That’s the expression I read on Krystal’s face, she brought a bag full of… full of their toys… her filthy toys… to use on her own daughter.

It was too much for Julie, her eyes have drank too much of this freakish insanity. Unwillingly she detached her hand from her panties; sweet aroma ascending from her fingers. She slid the window shut with a shaky hand, and climbed off the table. Touching the floor, her legs felt wobbly and weak. Her head was spinning, the corridor became tapered and the walls seemed to be melting around here. She went quickly into her bedroom, closed the door behind her and dove under the covers.

Julie stared at the empty darkness of the room with a pallid face and crystal-glazed eyes. Her breath stood frozen in her throat.

“This is insane,” she muttered into the darkness.

The feeling of being unfulfilled still pinched between her slender legs. The raw images of Krystal fucking Bailey still lingered in her head. She was stunned at their act, yet she also envied their pleasure. It was way too long since she has been with a man and felt that type of orgasmic thrill. So busy and wrapped up with her studies, where even a night like this, lying on the bed and tending to her needs became a rarity.

And she was tending to her needs. Her hands, both of them, were eagerly rubbing at her clit. Her breath became heavier as she was reaching the point of orgasm. Inside her head she saw glowing images of her former boyfriend, Jason, his bulging penis working its way inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she bit her bottom lip.

Three fingers inside her now, and the image in her head began to shift. It was not a fleshy veiny cock she felt protruding her pussy, but a pink rubber one, impressive with size. And it was not Jason grunting above her, but the image of her aunt, with her large bouncing breasts, and her cold silvery sweat, circling around her puffy nipples.

Julie quivered, her slender pelvis rotating on the mattress, as she climaxed in the darkness, climaxed to the vision of her aunt doing ungodly acts to her pussy.

Her hands were still rubbing her clit as her body convulsed with post-orgasm aftershocks. The only sound in the room was of her heavy breathing.

She looked outside the window. The stars, glistening high above in the black skies, looked down at Julie. They appeared mean and accusing.

She pressed her head tight against the pillow and hoped to magically fall asleep and somehow wake up with a blank memory.

And in case she’d still remember by morning, she would have to tell. She would have to come forward to her mother with what she had seen. There’s no other way around it, she must approach her mother.

Even thinking of her mother felt strange. That word, mother, it became deformed, its value had changed. Krystal’s vile words echoed in her head. Lick my pussy, baby. Lick Momma’s pussy. That line played in her head over and over again, until Krystal’s voice eventually altered into Debra’s voice. It was a sick transition but an inevitable one as well. The word “momma” just sounded more natural coming from the mouth of her own mother.

What if it was my mother…? she wondered. What if instead of Bailey it would have been me? What if… 

For the next little while she tried to block this idea from her head, fighting this twisted notion as she would fight a rabid wolf trying to sink its diseased teeth into the fabrics of her imagination. Eventually, mental exhaustion put her to sleep.

Tomorrow morning was going to be an awful day for her. She planned to tell her mother everything she had seen, as unrealistic and lewd it may sound. Together they would figure out what was to be done with that repulsive duo — who she once considered her family, but never again.

From now on, her mother was her only family in Stowe.

 On to Chapter Two!


Prom Night

  • Posted on May 18, 2020 at 2:46 pm

Author Unknown

Lightly edited by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

(I looked hither and yon for the original source of this story, with zero success. If any of you know, pass it on to us.)


When I was sixteen, I was an awkward, plain Jane of a girl. I spent most of my time with my nose in books, huge sweeping fantasy novels by Anne McCaffrey and Robert Jordan. I never dated, and never looked at boys, because boys never looked at me. My hair was brown and plain, stringy with neglect. My eyes were hidden behind huge, coke-bottle glasses. My figure was thin and gangly, and I usually clothed myself in baggy sweatshirts and jeans.

The time for my junior prom came, and my Mom heard about it through a friend of hers, whose own daughter was in my class. Mom asked if I was going, and I said no, because I didn’t have a date. In reality, I had no intention of going, even if someone had asked me. I couldn’t imagine what I’d do with myself at one of those things.

Then my Mom said something that completely stunned me. Her hands on her hips, she announced that she was taking me to the prom.

I protested, but she was adamant. She said it was time I got out of myself and learned to mingle with other people.

She took me to a beauty salon at nine o’clock the morning of the dance. If I was plain and awkward, my mother was the exact opposite. She’d divorced my dad when I was very young, preferring to raise me by herself. She paid very close attention to her figure, spending a lot of time at the health club working out. She dressed nice, and she always looked great. The beauty salon we went to that morning was her normal salon and she knew all the girls who worked there.

“Give her the works,” Mom ordered.

While two women went to work on me, Mom left to go shopping for dresses. They sculpted and painted my toenails, sanded all the rough spots off my feet. They smoothed my chewed fingernails, and put weird smelling creams all over my face. They even gave me a bikini wax which, let me tell you, was one embarrassing experience.

By the time Mom came back an hour later, I was a hundred percent prettier than I had been when I entered the place. My mom was astounded at first, then delighted.

After that, we took a mud bath. Sliding naked into the heavy mud was a strange experience, but Mom said it always made her feel rejuvenated and relaxed afterward. I have to admit she was right.

Then we got our hair done. The hairdresser put blond highlights in my plain hair, bathed it in conditioners and shampoos, and finally arranged it on top of my head in what he called a beehive.

Lastly, they did our makeup. When I finally got to see myself in the mirror, I was stunned at how much prettier I looked. When we left the salon, I actually felt like a woman instead of an awkward teenager. Mom paid with a credit card, and I didn’t even look at how much it all added up to. It had to be a small fortune.

We drove home, excited and nervous. It was four o’clock by now, and we had to get ready for the dance. Mom said she was taking me to a fancy dinner beforehand, and then we’d walk in to the dance and it would be like a bomb went off.

Only when I was home, in my room, did I get to see the dress Mom got for me. It was white mostly, with a yellow accent along the skirt. Spaghetti straps attached to the satin bodice, which was embroidered with little yellow butterflies. There were matching satin gloves, and cute shoes with a tiny little heel on them. Mom had bought me a white strapless bra, and a matching pair of panties.

Standing in front of the mirror after I’d dressed was like looking at the ugly duckling, finally changed into the swan. I looked amazing. Like someone in a beauty magazine, almost. It was the first time in my life I actually felt like a woman. I had to admit, I liked it.

Mom knocked on my door and asked if I was ready. I said I was and I made her count to three before she opened my door. When she flung the door open we got our first good looks at each other.

My. Mom. Looked. Gorgeous.

Her dress was black velvet and stopped at mid-calf. The bodice was gold lace. She had on five inch strappy heels and black hose. Her neck was clasped in a black choker. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect.

She got a glimpse of me and a wave of emotions crossed her face. “My God,” she said. “You are an angel!” She was on the verge of tears, but didn’t want to ruin her makeup, so we laughed to break the tension. She kept looking me up and down, and I was embarrassed by her gaze… though it also made me feel all tingly and nice.

Finally, she reached for my hand. “Well,” she said, “are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes,” I said, dreamily.

Dinner was at a chic little bistro in the swank area of town. We walked in and heads turned. I was used to being the Invisible Girl, and had never had this many people paying attention to me in my entire life. I don’t remember what I had for dinner, I kept watching other people watching me and Mom, and loving, absolutely loving, all this attention. Again, Mom paid with her credit card, and I didn’t see how much she’d spent.

Then it was time for the dance.

We parked, and Mom reached into her handbag, pulling out a silvery flask. She unscrewed the lid and took a sip of what was inside. Then she looked at me, and offered me the flask.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Peppermint schnapps,” she said. “Just have a little. It’s soothing.”

The drink was warm and minty. It made me shiver, and I felt the heat sliding down my neck.

She giggled. “Just a little pick-me-up.”

Mom and I walked into the school gym, and we kept getting all these strange looks. After a few moments, I realized that the looks were people trying to figure out who the hell I was. The change I’d gone through in just the past day was incredible… I was no longer the same drab person as before.

I grabbed my Mom’s hand in my gloved one and said, “I want to thank you for doing all this.”

Again, her smile was filled with emotion. “Thanks for going along with me,” Mom said, once again looking me up and down. “Shall we dance?” she asked.

We danced with crazy abandon. Every now and then, people in my class would come up to me and say, “Oh my God, is that Angela?” They made such a fuss over me.

Mom and I held each other close as we danced. The music, some sexy R&B number, played in the background. Everywhere, couples clung to each other. The disco lights spun and flitted around the room, and the gym was like another world. I rested my head on my mother’s soft breast, and her hand moved up and down my back as we swayed back and forth.

“I can’t believe no one in this room asked you to the dance,” my mom said, gazing around the gym. She looked down at me, and deep into my eyes. “If I was one of the girls in this room, I’d be all over you.” She said this last under her breath, and I just barely heard it.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she told me. She paused, searching for the right words. Her mouth opening and closing as her eyes danced around. Finally, she spoke up. “It’s just that you’re an incredibly beautiful, incredibly desirable girl, and it breaks my heart to think that none of these people could see it.”

I blushed and looked away. God, it felt wonderful to be called “desirable,” even if it was by my mother. What was I saying? My mom was such a stunning woman that being referred to that way by her made it even better than if one of my classmates had said it.

Then Mom took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then sighed it out. “Can I tell you a secret?” she said.


“I’m gay,” she said.


“I mean… a lesbian.”

“Wow,” I said, completely floored by this announcement. “For how long?” was the only thing I could think to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe forever. That’s why I divorced your father.”

“Well,” I said, “I’m happy, if you are. And I’m glad you could tell me about it.” By now, I was running on automatic. After this amazing day I’d had, my mom was coming out to me! I didn’t feel weird about it, though. To tell the truth, I was probably a little relieved. I’d never seen my mom date much, and if it was because she was interested in women, she might get out there and find herself someone she could be really happy with, now that she wasn’t keeping her sexuality a secret from me.

“Thanks for understanding,” she said. Then she looked at me thoughtfully. “So, you mean to tell me that none of the boys ever flirt with you?”

“No,” I said.

“You never catch them staring at you?”

I shook my head.

“Ever catch any girls checking you out when you’re changing for gym class?”

“No!” I blurted out. That was the worst part of my day. The last thing in the world I’d want to do while changing out of my clothes would be to make eye contact with anyone else in the room.

“And you never check any of them out?”

“Uh… no,” I said, with an uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t you ever want to make love?”

“Mom!” Then I composed myself. “I… I suppose I do, but I always figured that kind of thing was, well, for other people.”

“It’s for everyone,” she told me with a smile.

We danced the entire evening. Finally, the prom was winding down… and I felt sorry to see it end.

“I have an idea,” Mom said. “Let’s go to a hotel tonight.”

“Okay,” I said. Wow… that sounded great!

“I mean, like the swankiest, poshest hotel in town. On the top floor.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “You’ve already spent so much today!”

“It’s only money,” she said. “I’m having the best night of my life with my beautiful daughter, and I don’t want it to end. I want to get room service, and drink champagne. I want to sit in a bubble bath the size of a car.”

Laughing excitedly, I said, “That sounds good to me!”

We left the dance, and got into the car, heading downtown. We listened to loud music and laughed as she drove.

We arrived at the downtown Hilton, parked the car, and made our way to the front desk. The guy behind the counter gave us a strange look when Mom asked for a room, and especially when she said we didn’t have any bags to check, but he gave it to us without any hassle.

The bellboy accompanied us up to the room, on the thirtieth floor, and opened the room for us. Once the door was shut, Mom turned on the TV, flipped it to a music channel she liked, and grabbed me by the waist. “I want to keep dancing,” she told me.

I laughed as she twirled me around. I had never seen my Mom so happy. Maybe it was the relief of finally coming out of the closet, maybe it was my transformation from a frumpy geek, maybe it was a combination of those things. She held me close as we danced to a sexy slow number.

Then she stopped, her eyes gazing deep into mine. I was about to say something, but the look on Mom’s face transfixed me. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes warm with love.

She tenderly put her hands on either side of my face. “Oh, baby… I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t,” she whispered.

With that, she leaned in and kissed me. No big deal, she’d kissed me hundreds of times, right? But this was something more. The way she closed her eyes, and slowly leaned in, the way her lips lingered on mine, the way she parted her lips and teased mine with the tip of her tongue.

I pulled away from her, my heart suddenly throbbing… and she immediately withdrew from me. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” she gasped.

I didn’t know what to say. My mind was whirling. I had enjoyed my first real kiss, but it felt so weird that it had been with my mother.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I just felt so good, and you’re so g-gorgeous, and…” My lips still tingled from where she had kissed me. I put my finger to them, touching them lightly. It had felt wrong, but perhaps that’s what made it feel so right.

She staggered away, stricken. “Oh God, I’m a horrible mother. I want to make love to my own d-daughter. What’s the matter with me?”

Before she could say one more word I’d moved across the room and had thrown my arms around Mom, crushing my mouth to hers. This time I parted my lips, and our tongues met. My hands moved up and down her back. She moaned into our kiss, then ran her fingers through my hair.

I cannot explain the wanting I felt. It was like the past sixteen years of self-absorption that had been corked up inside me had just been freed. I realized that if anyone before her had shown me the slightest bit of interest, I would have been doing this with them. The fact that it was my mother made it all the more forbidden and dangerous… not to mention so sexy that I was trembling all over.

We both cooed and moaned as we kissed, hanging onto each other for dear life. Without even thinking about it, my hands slipped down Mom’s back to fondle her ass. And all the while, we kissed like passionate lovers.

Finally, we gently parted, staring at one another with hungry eyes. “I love you, Mom,” I whispered.

“I love you too, baby… more than anything. Are… are you sure you want this?” Mom asked, leading me toward the bed.

I breathed “Yes,” as I kissed her neck. “I should tell you, though. I’m a virgin.”

She laughed at this, drawing me back into her arms. Her laughter stopped abruptly, though, when I reached behind and unzipped my dress. I shrugged out of the straps and let it fall to the ground, leaving me in the white strapless bra and matching panties she’d bought for me earlier that day.

God, my entire world had changed since I woke up this morning. I’d been transformed from a geek into a lovely woman, I’d gone dancing for the first time… and now I was about to make love to my own mother.

Mom walked toward me, gathering her hair up above her head. “Help me out of my dress?” she said, turning around.

I unzipped her dress, and slid the straps of her shoulders. It fell away and she stood with her back to me for a while, dressed only in a pair of black silk panties. She hadn’t worn a bra. I let my hands roam over her sleek tummy, her gorgeous breasts. My hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, and I teased a finger inside.

She moaned and breathed as I explored her from behind. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she whispered. “Ever since I bought you your first training bra.” By now, my hand was inside her panties, my perfectly manicured fingernails teasing lightly at her trimmed bush. “I never thought I could get up the courage to ask you,” she breathed. I tickled her slit with a probing fingertip, amazed at how wet she was. “I guess that’s what tonight was all about… trying to get up the courage to make love to my daughter.”

“Mom… are you going to fuck me?” I asked, looking deeply into her brown eyes, “or stand there and talk all night?”

A wicked smile crossed her lips… and she suddenly shoved me onto the bed. I watched her slink out of her panties, and kick them across the room. She moved forward like a cat, her hands reaching for the waistband of my soaked panties, tugging them down and off. Placing a gentle kiss on my tummy, then trailing her way up my body, she reached behind me to undo my bra. She pulled it away, bending to take a diamond-hard nipple between her lips as she flung the bra across the room. I moaned as she suckled lovingly at the pink tip, then she raised her face to mine.

We kissed as our hands moved between one another’s thighs. Her fingers deftly explored my sex as my clumsy, inexperienced ones tried to mimic what she was doing. When she slipped a finger inside my pussy, it was the most delicious thing I had ever felt. I did the same to her, and we worked each other closer to climax.

Suddenly, she stopped, swiveling around to switch positions. She spread her legs wide and opened mine, scooting herself closer to me, pressing our wet pussies together. I gasped, practically seeing stars… that’s how good her cunt felt against mine.

We began to work our pussies together… slowly at first, then faster and faster. I liked this position. It felt more intimate, and allowed us to look into each other’s faces as our pleasure grew. Mom’s face was so beautiful as she moaned in delight, lost in the intoxicating heat of lesbian incest. We fucked one another hard and fast until I came hard, orgasms racking my body. I could hear Mom crying out as her own climax overcame her. We continued to push our pussies together until our pleasure rose to a near-unbearable peak… then our bodies collapsed together in a moist, sticky heap of sweet-smelling flesh.

Without giving me time to recover, Mom slid down off the bed, grabbing my legs and sliding me toward her. She spread my thighs, lowered her head to my pussy and hungrily licked me, her eyes never leaving mine. We knitted our fingers together as she lovingly ate me, her warm, wet tongue exploring every inch of my cunt. Soon, the rapture of orgasm consumed me yet again. I clenched my fists and writhed helplessly, overcome by pure pleasure.

I lay panting, dazed… but Mom climbed on top of me, hungry for more. I was too weak, too exhausted to go again, my Mom insatiable… but after we shared a few hot, wet kisses, I found myself eager for more lesbian loving.

I wanted her now… I wanted to lick her pussy like she had mine. I kissed my way down her body until I lay between her thighs and plunged my face into her crotch — licking, kissing, feasting at Mom’s juicy cunt. She was delicious. I ate her until she screamed with delight.

She taught me everything about making love to a woman that night… where to go and what to do, when to lick and when to bite. I was surprised when she rolled me over and licked my anus… then I was loving it, relishing the feeling of my own mother’s tongue sliding through the crack of my ass. While she rimmed me, Mom slipped a hand between my legs, teasing my clit until I came a third time. As soon as I recovered, I got her up on all fours and licked her asshole, just like she had mine.

We fucked again and again… newfound lovers who couldn’t get enough of one another. I remember wishing that Mom had one of those pricks that women fasten to themselves to use on other women, because I would have gladly given my virginity to her.

When I shyly told Mom that, she smiled and said that she had a strap-on cock at home, and that she would put it on and give me my first fuck the next time we made love. In my mind, I was already planning to get her in bed the very next night…

Finally, our sexual hunger utterly sated, we nestled together, blissfully content. I was so happy that I nearly cried. After years of self-imposed loneliness, I had found the love of my life… a partner with whom I could share my heart, my soul, my body. Someone who would join me in exploring all the sexual pleasures that had always seemed forever out of reach to the awkward girl I had once been.

She was my mother, the person who gave birth to me, had raised me into womanhood. And now, she was more than my parent, much more.

Eventually, we fell asleep, happily entangled in each other’s arms.

The End


Mother-Daughter Weekend, Part Two

  • Posted on May 9, 2020 at 2:41 pm

By Haley Statton

“Shall we do this the usual way?” Julie asked her daughter as they made their way through the hotel toward the spa. “Steam room first, then we get massaged?”

“Sounds good to me, Mom,” Stacy replied.

When they arrived, a woman greeted them from the front counter. She signed Julie and Stacy in, then pointed the way to the locker room. Since there was time to spare before their massage, she suggested that they pay a visit to the steam room first.

Mother and daughter selected robes as they entered the locker room, then began to undress. Julie glanced over at Stacy as the girl unclasped her bra from her back, stealing occasional glances at the girl while Stacy slid her panties down to her calves and stepped out of them.

Suddenly concerned that Stacy might catch her looking, Julie quickly removed her own clothes. She still couldn’t get over how beautiful her daughter had become.

They both walked in their robes to the steam room and entered. A nude woman rose and exited after they sat down, leaving mother and daughter alone.

Julie shrugged out of her robe. “C’mon, honey… take the robe off. You can’t really enjoy a steam bath unless you’re naked.”

Following her mother’s lead, the teen began to untie her robe. Julie placed hers on the seat and sat down, watching Stacy as she pulled the robe open and slid it off her shoulders. The girl dropped the garment to one side and, now nude, sat down next to her mother.

Stacy crossed her heels and glanced over at Julie’s body, taking a quick peek at the dark mound between her mother’s thighs that was barely concealed earlier by her g-string.

“Did you have fun at the Hancock last night?” Julie asked.

“It was great,” Stacy replied, “I think that wine definitely got to me, though.”

Julie laughed. “Yeah, you were a little tipsy.” She fell silent for a moment, then gave her daughter a warm smile. “Honey,” she murmured, “I meant what I said about you last night… I’m so proud of you, and you are amazingly beautiful.” She rested her hand on Stacy’s thigh.

“I meant the things I said too, Mom.” Placing a hand on top of her mother’s, Stacy gazed affectionately into Julie’s eyes, then suddenly looked down at her feet. “Um, I’m sorry if that was… weird last night, you know, about me sleeping with you.”

“It wasn’t weird at all, sweetie,” Julie responded, “In fact, it was kind of nice, wasn’t it? In fact,” and she leaned close to whisper in Stacy’s ear, “let’s share a bed tonight, too.”

“Yeah!” Stacy nodded as their fingers intertwined. She was confused by the feelings she was having. Feeling so close to her mom was wonderful and comfortable… it was as though she wanted to be even closer. Almost like she wanted to touch her… now, what did she even mean by that? The idea seemed somehow alluring, but inappropriate.

Soon they heard steps coming towards the door, then a young woman appeared.

“Stacy?” she called, looking in.

Stacy nodded and left. Julie’s therapist came soon after.

An hour and a half later, Stacy walked back to the locker room. She felt so relaxed that she simply sat down for a moment in front of her locker. Then her mom came in.

“How was it?” Julie asked.

“It was great… and yours?”

“Fantastic,” Julie replied, leaning against the wall.

“Do you think we could just wear these robes back to the room?” Stacy wondered.

“I’m sure we could.”

The two grabbed their things and set off.

Once inside, Julie laid down on the bed and relaxed. Stacy kept stealing glances at her mother, Those thoughts from before the massage hadn’t gone away. In fact, the soothing caresses of her therapist only made her more absorbed by the idea of getting closer to her mother.

“Ahh, I wish that massage could just go all day long,” Julie murmured.

“I know, it was so nice,” Stacy replied. “Did they do that tummy massage on you?”

“No, I don’t usually like it… so I just said that I didn’t want one,” the older woman replied.

“I don’t usually either, but she did it really well… different from the usual way they do it. I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Oh, well, maybe next time,” Julie sighed.

Almost without thinking, Stacy spoke. “You want me to try it on you?” she said, sitting down next to her mom on the bed.

“Sure… do you remember how she did it?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“All right… that sounds nice, honey,” Julie murmured.

Heart pounding, Stacy reached over and untied her mother’s robe, exposing Julie’s nude body underneath. She felt confused, wondering why she had offered to massage her out of nowhere like that. And… why was she so excited all of a sudden, at the thought of touching her mother?

She reached for the bottle of the lotion the hotel had provided and squirted a dollop into her palm. Rubbing both hands together, she then placed them on her mother’s soft belly and began rubbing gently back and forth in a circular motion. The angle became difficult for her to work from, and she knelt next to Julie on the bed. God, she loved being able to touch Mom’s skin like this…

Startled by that thought, Stacy shook her head to clear it. What’s happening here? Confused, but wanting to continue, her hands drifted down to her mother’s thighs to continue the massage.

Julie sighed happily at the touch of her daughter’s gentle hands, feeling an unexpected tingle course through her body. Oh, well… she had to admit that massages always got her a little bit aroused, and feeling Stacy’s hands on her thighs was certainly stimulating. Maybe I’ll sneak in the bathroom and masturbate later, she thought.

Stacy glanced down at her mother’s body for a second, then froze, transfixed. The light shone at an angle, revealing that her mother’s pussy was glistening with wetness.

God, she thought, Mom’s turned on!

It was at that very moment that Stacy understood exactly what she was feeling toward her mother… what she had been feeling earlier in the sauna… what she had felt in Julie’s arms in bed last night. She had felt love and affection for her mother, true enough. But also… desire.

Stacy’s head spun as she realized the extent of that desire. My God, she thought. I… I want to make love to her. My own mother. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes from Julie’s wet pussy. And then she caught the enchantingly musky scent of her mother’s cunt. This only fanned the flames of Stacy’s newfound lust, making her tremble with a fierce need she was powerless to resist.

Heart pounding almost audibly, a helpless Stacy gave in to her desire. She gently grazed her fingers across Julie’s pelvis and ran them through her mother’s pubes. Her finger slid lightly over moist labia, exploring.

Julie moaned at how lovely it felt to be touched there, but she quickly struggled to come to her senses, raising herself up on an elbow. “Honey… I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” she whispered.

But Stacy would not be dissuaded so easily. “It’s okay, Mom,” she breathed, “I want to. Please… let me touch you.”

Lips parting, breathing deeply, Julie instinctively opened her legs slightly, offering her daughter tacit consent. She knew that she shouldn’t let this happen… but the thought of being fondled by her darling Stacy was irresistible.

Stacy responded by slipping her finger between her mother’s sticky labia and brushing it back and forth from below her clit, then around the opening to her cunt and back again. It felt so incredible to touch her mother like this… like a lover.

“You really want to… to do this, baby?” Julie asked, her eyes fluttering open to gaze at her child. Her heart hammered in her chest, knowing that they were on the verge of committing incest.

Stacy was entranced by her mother’s response to her touches. Her exploring fingers teased and caressed warm, wet crevices she’d never even thought about before. It was as though she’d been waiting to do this for years.

“I really want to, Mom,” she whispered back.

Julie seemed to sigh and moan simultaneously at the girl’s answer as she allowed Stacy to continue pleasuring her, feeling more aroused than she could remember. This beautiful girl was pleasing her in an incredible way, making her feel emotions she hadn’t in ages, not since last making love with Sophie back in college. Suddenly wanting to reach out and touch her daughter, she somehow restrained herself.

Then Julie gasped out loud as her daughter placed a fingertip at the entrance to her aching vagina, then gently slid the finger deep inside. “Oh,” she whimpered.

Reaching a sudden decision, Julie reached out and tugged the tie from Stacy’s robe, tossing it to one side. Her hand slipped inside the terry cloth garment to caress her daughter’s belly. It was wrong, she knew, it was forbidden… but she needed to return Stacy’s love. She trailed her fingers down to her daughter’s pussy and caressed it, feeling the moisture and heat of the teenage girl.

Stacy gasped softly, her lips parting as she responded to her mother’s touch. Quickly rising, she shrugged out of her robe and lay down naked next to Julie, placing her hand back between her mother’s thighs.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, Julie licked her middle finger, then reached down to touch her daughter’s slit. Stacy whimpered as her mother’s finger eased its way into her body, arching her pelvis into the motion as Julie pleasured her.

Her own hand still between Julie’s thighs, Stacy stared at her trembling mother. “God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you.” Her lips brushed Julie’s cheek. Julie turned her head to face her daughter, and they stared into one another’s eyes for a long moment. Then their lips met in a soft, loving kiss. Surprising herself, Julie brought her tongue into play first, and the kiss quickly became hot and hungry. Their bodies melted together in a passionate embrace.

Breaking their kiss, Julie nibbled lightly at her daughter’s lips before moaning “I love you too, baby…”

As they masturbated one another, both women grew increasingly close to climax. Stacy’s pleasure seemed to rise quickly, and she thrust her hips against her mother’s probing finger.

Julie, too, was nearly in a trance as she came to the edge of orgasm. As Stacy bent to bite her mother’s neck, Julie felt a sudden wave of heat wash over and consume her body. She only felt Stacy’s lips on her skin, Stacy’s fingers fondling her clit… all else fell away. Her body twitched and shook as she cried out, lost in ecstasy.

Stacy continued to fondle her mother through her climax, even as her own orgasm was fast approaching. Sure enough, she came explosively just moments later. Crying out loud, she seized up and shuddered for a few moments before she exhaled noisily and relaxed, a hand still resting on her mom’s mound.

When Stacy opened her eyes, she immediately slipped into Julie’s arms. The two lay entwined in a delicious afterglow. Stacy pressed her hips to her mother’s and clung to her like a baby. “Oh, Mom,” she breathed, “that was wonderful.”

Julie’s hands slipped down to cradle her daughter’s gorgeous ass. “I love you, Stacy.”

“I love you, Mom,” purred Stacy, nuzzling Julie’s neck. She raised her face to gaze lovingly into the eyes of the woman who had given her life… given her love. Stacy’s lips sought Julie’s, her eyes slowly closing…

Mother and daughter kissed, gently at first. But their newfound love would not be denied, and the kiss soon grew hungrier, more intense. Their lips parted, tongues danced hotly… hands began to explore the curves and contours of each other’s soft, warm bodies.

Breaking their lip lock, Julie rolled Stacy over on her back and began kissing a pathway down her daughter’s body. It had been many years since her last time with a woman, but she let instinct guide her. Down Stacy’s neck, kissing the hollow of her throat, then letting the tip of her tongue trail its wicked way between her daughter’s breasts.

Raising herself slightly, Julie lightly brushed Stacy’s left nipple with her lips, then parted them to take the pink bud into her mouth.

The teen moaned, “Oh, Mom… oh, MOM!” clutching Julie’s head to her chest.

Stacy’s nipple felt wonderful in her mouth. Julie flicked the tip with her tongue, then bit it lightly… and Stacy inhaled sharply, hands caressing her mother’s golden hair. “God, Mom… that feels so good!”

Julie could have made love to her beautiful child’s breasts for hours, she knew… but her newfound hunger drew her ever downward, her lips and tongue trailing their wicked way down Stacy’s soft tummy… kissing her youthful skin, then pausing to tease the girl’s belly button with the tip of a playful tongue. Stacy squealed with delight.

Finally, Julie was at the threshold, lying between her daughter’s thighs, gazing hungrily at Stacy’s glistening pussy. Her nostrils flared as she savored the rich, musky scent of wet cunt. God, it had been far too long since she’d done this…

Head spinning with excitement, Julie pressed her lips into Stacy’s pussy, kissing the girl’s moist labia. Stacy gasped, “Oh GOD, Mom, yes…”

Julie licked her lips, loving the taste of her daughter. Placing warm hands on Stacy’s thighs, she took the teenager’s pink flower into her mouth. She teased the opening with the tip of her tongue, making Stacy whimper softly… then she plunged the length of it as far inside the slippery channel as she could.

Stacy cried out, a shudder of pleasure shaking her slender frame.

The sight of Stacy’s engorged clitoris had Julie enthralled… she slid her right hand further up the girl’s thigh and began to lightly brush her clit with gentle fingertips.

“Oh,” Stacy moaned.

Julie continued to feast on her daughter’s pussy, loving everything about it — the taste of her, the smell of her, the thick juices that flowed from Stacy’s cunt to coat Julie’s lips and chin…

Suddenly Julie felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up. Stacy was propped up on one elbow, her face flushed. “Mom,” she stammered excitedly, “I — I want to lick you too.”

Without a word Julie climbed onto the bed and straddled her daughter’s face, burying her own between the girl’s thighs again.

Stacy gazed in fascination at her mother’s vagina, now inches from her face. Julie’s auburn pubes neatly framed the pinkness of her slit, now moist with arousal. Stacy inhaled deeply, sampling the intoxicating musk of another woman for the first time. Her head swam. Reaching around the older woman’s body to grasp her ass, Stacy drew Julie’s hips downward, bringing her mother’s cunt to her already open mouth.

Julie moaned into her daughter’s pussy when she felt Stacy kiss her vulva… then moaned again as the young girl’s tongue began to lick at the folds of her cunt.

Stacy was in heaven as she pleasured her mother. Oh, God, I love this, love Mom’s pussy… I love her! She could feel Julie’s thighs quiver against the sides of her face as she slipped the tip of her tongue into the sweet pink opening, then heard her moan as Stacy went deeper, probing its way inside the older woman’s body. Julie’s wetness coated the girl’s lips and chin… and it was delicious. Stacy clutched Julie’s ass tightly as she drank deep from her mother’s cunt. Mmmm, so wonderful…!

Julie moaned with delight as Stacy licked and sucked from between her trembling thighs. God, this was incredible — her child, her own darling daughter was eating her pussy, and it was the most beautiful sexual experience she had ever known. A tear rolled slowly down Julie’s cheek, a beatific smile on her lips as she took Stacy’s dewy flower into her open mouth.

Mother and daughter pleasured one another in a perfect circle of sexual delight — mouth to cunt, tongues seeking, exploring, loving… lips brushing sticky labia again and again with hot, eager kisses. emitting muffled cries of delight as their mutual ecstasy soared even higher.

Acting on a sudden wicked impulse, Stacy trailed her tongue between the cheeks of her mother’s ass, teasing the dark cleft of her anus. Julie cried out loud, and Stacy pressed her attack, licking hotly at her mom’s butt crack. Its dark, musky flavor delighted the teenage girl. Her index and middle finger sought out Julie’s cunt, and Stacy plunged them to the hilt in her mother’s body.

Julie inhaled sharply, shuddering with a hard twinge of pleasure. Knowing she was on the verge of climax, wanting to take Stacy with her, she fastened her lips to her daughter’s clitoris and began to suck at the inflamed pink nubbin.

They came together, their bodies bucking and rocking, both women hanging on for dear life as they continued to pleasure one another as best they could. Their moans and the sound of their frenzied panting filled the room.

Finally they lay exhausted and entwined, breathing heavily, their bodies flushed from head to toe.

Stacy gently kissed her mother’s neck. “Mmmm… I love you, Mom,” she murmured.

Julie’s lips sought out Stacy’s to bestow a loving kiss upon her daughter… then she pulled back to gaze deep into the young girl’s eyes. “And I love you, my sweet, sweet child,” she whispered. “More than ever.”

Stacy’s hands slipped down her mother’s back to cup and fondle her ass. “Mom…” she began hesitantly,” c-can we do this again someday? I really… really enjoyed making love with you.”

“Honey,” Julie smiled, “what we did was so special, so nice… well, I couldn’t give this up even if I wanted to.” She trailed a finger across her daughter’s lips. “Whenever you want me, Stacy… I’m yours.”

“Oh, Mom…” Stacy sighed contentedly, and leaned forward to kiss her mother once more. Julie was ready, meeting, and matching her daughter’s fervor. The teenage girl moaned, and their kiss became a passionate one, the heat of their desire already beginning to rekindle.

The End


Mother-Daughter Weekend, Part One

  • Posted on April 27, 2020 at 3:35 pm

By Haley Statton

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in January 2004 }

Note from JetBoy: The story “Kate and Lisa” got such a positive response from you readers that I promised to post the other great lesbian story she wrote for Nifty. Here’s Part One. Enjoy, and stay safe.)


It was a lovely warm day in May when Julie sat at the kitchen table, waiting for her daughter Stacy to arrive home from school. She gazed from the window to the street as she saw Stacy bound up the walkway, backpack slung over her shoulder.

Julie rose and met her daughter as she came through the door. “Hey, hon.”

“Hey, Mom,” Stacy smiled.

“So… how was your last day of high school?” Julie replied, her eyes twinkling.

“Oh, it was pretty cool, we didn’t have to do much of anything but sign yearbooks.”

Julie glanced at Stacy as her daughter walked into the kitchen and set her bag down. She was so proud of her child, an honor roll student who excelled in soccer. Three different universities had already been courting her to play on scholarships this fall, and as proud as she was, Julie felt a bit wistful at her daughter leaving town for college.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, honey,” Julie said, “How does a weekend in the city sound?”

“Seriously?” Stacy looked up with a surprised smile on her face.

“Uh-huh… I thought we could get away together and have some girly time together.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” she squealed, leaning back against the counter, “I have to be back Monday, though, because of the senior trip.”

“Of course, hon.” Her mother knew all about Stacy’s hectic social schedule in the coming week. “We’ll leave this afternoon and come back Sunday night.”

“Today? Oh my gosh, I have to pack!”

“Well, get cracking. The sooner you’re ready, the sooner we can go,” said Julie.

Stacy ran up the stairs and started furiously packing. Julie got her own suitcase and took it to the car. Stacy appeared ten minutes later and tossed her bags in the back seat.

“Did you remember your bathroom stuff?” Julie asked her daughter.

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure what clothes to bring, though… so I might have overpacked a little.”

“That’s fine… did you bring something nice to wear out?”

“Well, I brought that dress that we got last month.” Stacy was referring to a pretty, black Bebe dress that she’d found while shopping for shoes. Julie normally wouldn’t have let Stacy get something so revealing, but she saw how much her daughter loved the dress… and it did look great on her.

“Perfect. Let’s get going!”

They set out for Chicago, which was an hour’s drive away. Julie knew how much Stacy loved the city, which was why she’d chosen it for their weekend getaway. The time the two of them would have together was fast running out before Stacy departed for college, and Julie wanted a chance to spend some time with her while she could.

“Mom, thanks so much for the surprise,” Stacy grinned excitedly as they cruised down the highway, the city skyline sparkling in the distance.

“You’re welcome, honey,” she replied, placing an affectionate hand on Stacy’s thigh, “We haven’t really done anything together for a while, and I thought you deserved it.”

“Are we staying downtown?” Stacy asked.

“Yep… I think you’ll like this hotel, too,” Julie said. “I reserved massages for us both tomorrow at the spa.”

“Ohhh,” the younger gasped, “That is so cool!”

Both mother and daughter had been professionally massaged before. Julie tried to go once a month, and Stacy always loved it when she had the chance to come along.

Within minutes, they were pulling in beneath the front entrance of the hotel. The valet opened the car door for each of them, and they strolled inside to check-in. After retrieving their keycards, Julie and Stacy made their way to the 16th floor and found the room.

“Oh my gosh,” Stacy gasped as they opened the door, “This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever seen!”

“It’s pretty ritzy, isn’t it?” Julie said with a smile.

The bellhop soon followed with their bags. Stacy amused herself by bouncing on one of the two queen beds.

“So should we do now?” Stacy slid herself to the edge of the bed.

“We could go get something to eat,” Julie said.

“Okay, should I put my dress on?”

“Sure,” Julie thought for a second, “We can go to the Hancock.”

Stacy went to the bathroom and changed, while Julie slipped into a dress of her own.

Stacy emerged about ten minutes later wearing her black dress. The delicate fabric fit her athletic body perfectly, with spaghetti straps that showed off her bare shoulders.

“What do you think?” Stacy asked, “It’s the first time I’ve had a chance to wear it.”

The adorable teen looked terrific. She had curled the ends of her straight, neck-length hair out in a perky flip, and had selected a stylish pair of black heels to accompany her outfit.

“You’re beautiful, honey,” her mother sighed, marveling once more at what a gorgeous young woman her daughter had become. “And very sexy,” she added.

“Thanks,” Stacy smiled back. “And you, Mom… wow, you look great!”

Julie had brought along a double-sheer layer patterned dress and high heels to match. At that moment, the 36-year old was every bit as much a beauty as her daughter.

The two caught a cab and rode over to the Hancock building. Once at the top, they entered the restaurant, where they managed to get a window seat in the lounge, overlooking the city.

As they sat in awe of the view, the waitress came up. “Can I get you two something to drink?” she asked.

“I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay,” Julie replied, glancing over to her daughter who was looking back at her with a mischievous smile on her face. Julie understood.

“Actually, make that two,” she added. The waitress nodded and walked away.

“This will be our little secret,” Julie smiled.

Stacy cooed with delight. “Thanks, Mom.”

The drinks came. Stacy had tasted beer before, but this would be the first time she had ever had a full glass of anything alcoholic. She cautiously took a sip. It was strange, but she liked it.

As they drank, mother and daughter chatted about all the things that they wanted to do in the city. It didn’t take very long before Stacy could feel a bit lightheaded from the wine.

“How do you feel?” Julie inquired.

“Good,” Stacy smiled wide. “Really good.” She giggled.

Julie started laughing too. “I’ll bet,” she replied.

The waitress returned, and they ordered dinner. As the sunset, the two talked at length like they hadn’t done in a long time. They finished their dinners, then enjoyed a second glass of wine.

“Whoa,” Stacy whispered, “I think I’m a little tipsy.”

Julie giggled, “That used to happen to me when your father and I went out,” she explained, “He used to joke that I was a cheap date.”

“Does that make me a cheap date?” Stacy snickered.

“Yeah,” Julie laughed at her daughter’s innocence, “I guess it does.”

“Mom?” Stacy suddenly said, “You look really lovely tonight.”

Julie smiled, feeling a bit tingly from her daughter’s words of affection. “Thank you, honey, so do you.”

“I’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful woman I know,” Stacy said shyly, reaching for her mother’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

Julie knew that the wine was affecting her daughter, but her words sounded so wonderful, just the same, “That is so sweet of you,” she replied, “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl imaginable. Now you’re a woman, and you get lovelier every day.”

Julie and Stacy smiled at one another, enjoying the bond between them, still holding hands.

Wow, this is just like a date, Stacy suddenly thought… except it’s just about the nicest date I’ve ever been on. The idea of going on a date with her mother was sort of an odd one, but she found the idea strangely inviting. What if she gave me a goodnight kiss? she thought, gazing at her mother’s soft features.

“Are you okay, honey?” Julie’s voice caused Stacy to snap back from her reverie. “You seemed a million miles away all of a sudden.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Stacy replied, shaking her head slightly. “Could use a little fresh air, I guess.”

The check soon came and Julie paid, leaving the waitress a generous tip.

“Well, I guess we should get going,” Julie smiled, slowly rising.

“Okay,” Stacy murmured, giving her mother a sleepy smile.

They caught a cab back to the hotel. On the way, Stacy snuggled close to her mother, resting her head on Julie’s shoulder.

“Thanks for everything, Mom,” she said, looking up.

Julie looked down and met her daughter’s sparkling eyes. “You’re welcome, honey.”

Reaching down, Julie’s hand grazed Stacy’s cheek and the young girl angled her neck upward. The older woman leaned down and gently kissed her daughter on the lips. Stacy returned the kiss, then put her head back on Julie’s shoulder, allowing her hand to rest on Mom’s leg. She felt so snug, so secure, so full of love for her mother that her eyes grew misty with happiness.

Later, back in their room, both women prepared for bed. After undressing, Julie slipped into bed, wearing only a pair of panties, as she normally did when sleeping. Stacy came out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and panties and walked over to the bed. Her mom sat propped up slightly in the opposite bed, a sheet covering her body.

Stacy paused for a moment. Cuddling with her mother in the cab had been so nice that she suddenly found herself unwilling to break the spell.

“Mom?” she asked, “Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?”

Julie was a little surprised but then smiled. “Not at all, baby.”

“You don’t think it’s weird or anything, do you?” Stacy asked quietly. “I just wanted to… to be near you.”

“Not at all,” she replied with a grin. “It’ll be nice to have someone to keep me warm.”

Julie pulled back the sheet, revealing her bare breasts. Stacy slid her lithe body in next to her mom, and Julie spooned her daughter. She could feel how tight and well-toned Stacy’s body was against hers. She draped an arm over her daughter’s waist, resting a hand on the softness of her tummy. She could feel the subtle curve of Stacy’s breasts against her arm. Julie’s nipples were brushing against the fabric of her daughter’s shirt, and it couldn’t help but feel good.

Julie pulled the blanket over both of them.

“I love you, Mom,” Stacy breathed, placing a warm hand on her mother’s thigh.

“I love you too, honey.”

Stacy drifted to sleep while Julie traced the lines of her daughter’s face. She moved her hand from atop the young girl’s belly, placing it on Stacy’s hip. God, it did feel nice to have a warm, soft female body next to hers. She hadn’t been in bed with another woman since college…

A sudden flash of arousal spiraled through Julie as, for the first time in several years, she recalled those nights of sweet lovemaking with Sophie. Wonder whatever happened to her? she thought. Julie hadn’t made love with another woman since then, but the feel of Stacy’s body snuggled up to hers did bring back sweet memories of just how special it had been.

Enough. This was not the kind of thing she should be thinking of while in bed with her own daughter. Go to sleep.

Julie’s pelvis slid against Stacy’s bottom, and she sighed deeply as she slowly drifted into slumber.


Stacy’s eyes opened slowly the next morning. Her head had been nestled into the pillow, just inches away from her mother’s bare breasts. She recalled the night before and felt slightly embarrassed that she’d asked Mom to share her bed.

A glance told her that Julie was still asleep. Stacy just lay quietly for a minute, examining the beauty of her mother’s body. It’s nice to be close to her like this… She wished for a second that she’d slept topless like her mother so that they could have snuggled bare skin to bare skin.

She gently drew the sheet down that covered their bodies, revealing Julie’s hips and thighs. She’d always admired her mother’s curvaceous hips. The g-string her mother wore was now clearly in view, the silk fabric seemingly clinging to her crotch, outlining her mound.

She hadn’t ever really seen her mother like this before; never had the chance to notice how beautiful her body was. Not wanting to wake her, Stacy just stared, enthralled by the woman’s loveliness.

Without thinking about it, she reached out and placed a hand on her mom’s hip, just over the strap of her panties. As she gently stroked down a soft thigh, Julie took a deep breath and her eyes slowly flickered open. Startled at first by the presence of Stacy in her bed, she gave her daughter a sweet smile.

“Morning,” Julie said.

Stacy patted her mother’s hip. “Morning.”

Julie was pleasantly surprised at the sight of her daughter’s sweet face before hers. It wasn’t something she was used to seeing in the morning, and she liked it. Conscious of the loving bond between them both, she reached up to touch Stacy’s cheek.

“How did you sleep, honey?” she wondered.

“Good,” the teen grinned, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about touching her mother’s body. Taking her hand away, she rose from the bed, “Want some coffee?”


Feeling slightly jumpy and tingly for some reason, Stacy fetched the coffee pot. Filling it in the bathroom sink, she emptied it into the machine and started it. Julie rose and found a shirt, tugging it over her head. She watched her daughter walk back to the bathroom, pausing to admire her youthful beauty.

“Wow, we slept in,” Julie gasped, looking at the clock which read 10:33.

“When’s the massage scheduled for?”

“Noon,” her mother replied, “We could order some breakfast, shower and then go down to the spa.”

“Room service?” Stacy stood wide-eyed, “Yeah… totally!”

Julie smiled and picked up the phone. She called down for a continental breakfast for two. Minutes later, a knock was on the door and an attendant brought a large tray in. Julie grabbed the luggage stand and the gentleman set the tray down.

“I think I could get used to this,” the younger one laughed as she removed the cover of the tray.

Mother and daughter ate the various pastries on the tray, and each had a glass of orange juice. Soon after, they took turns in the shower. Each dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, knowing they would be taking them off down at the spa.

“Well, it’s only 11:30… but we could go down there now,” Julie said, glancing at the clock again.

Stacy agreed, and they left the room for the spa.

On to Part Two!


Sena, Elle and Me

  • Posted on April 19, 2020 at 3:24 pm

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets


I was thirty-two when I divorced my husband. Thirty-two and free at last. Free, embarking on a new life with my fourteen-year-old daughter Elle. A future filled with uncertainty, risk and opportunity. What would I make of it?

A bit intimidated by my new circumstances, I sought support from a group of newly divorced women who met weekly at the local library. Most were about my age, some a little younger, some older.

One woman, however, stood out immediately. Sena was different not only because she was by far the youngest – maybe twenty-two – but also because she was so beautiful. She had long blonde hair, a slender but shapely body with perfect lines, and a manner that suggested confidence and humor. All of us were charmed by her presence. She was a delight.

After my fourth meeting with the group I found myself walking out the door with Sena. I couldn’t resist telling her how much I liked her, her humor, her stories. She chatted me up very naturally and I found myself at a Starbucks talking with her. We were there for hours.

When we got up to go, Sena suggested we meet the coming Friday night at a place more interesting than a coffee shop. She took a napkin and wrote an address on it along with 10pm Friday. I said I would be there. When I asked Sena what I should wear, she simply stated, “It’s a club… look hot.” I laughed and said I would try.

Before Friday came I went shopping. I was on a mission to find something hot. I told myself that it was for the guys I might meet with Sena, but now I know that was not true… I wanted to look hot for her. Each day heading towards Friday I was more and more consumed by thoughts of her. Thinking about how beautiful she was, how sexy.

When Friday finally came, I kissed my daughter Elle goodnight. She had made a big deal over my new clothes. My short skirt and low cut blouse had made her stare and exclaim, “Wow!” We laughed about how I was back on the market, out looking for a man… I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth, about how I was dressed up for a young woman only a few years older than she was. What would she think? How would she feel? Besides, I hadn’t admitted it to myself yet… how could I explain it to my daughter?

I got to the club a little early. It was a nice place, quiet and dark with a small dance floor and an oak bar with brass trimmings. As I started to look around, I noticed that there were more than a few beautiful women hanging in the bar. Not only were they beautiful, but many of them were quite young, about Sena’s age or a little older.

Then I noticed that there were no men anywhere to be seen. How could a club with so many hot girls not have any men ogling them, trying to score? Finally, I noticed that more than a few of the women appeared to be paired up. Had Sena suggested we meet at a lesbian bar? The thought thrilled me to the core.

I looked again for Sena. Where was she? Here I was, alone, dressed to attract sex, in a lesbian bar. Was Sena into girls? Did she come here often? Why did she ask me to come here? Did she sense my attraction to her? Was she attracted to me?

My mind raced, considering all these possibilities. I kept looking for Sena, but she still hadn’t arrived. Then I noticed some of the women looking at me. Trying to appear nonchalant, I walked over to the bar and perched on a stool. The bartender looked like she was still in college, wearing a black halter top that exposed the sexiest tan tummy. As she asked me what I wanted, I could only think about how hot she looked. I ordered a martini.

Dressed as I was, I realized that I appeared to be looking for action. The fact that I actually was a woman looking for action in a lesbian bar never really occurred to me. Although I tried to resist it, I was getting hot just by being in the club. I found myself striking poses that casually revealed my body to any woman there who might be interested. I found myself looking around to see if anyone was interested.

To my left at a small table were two women staring at me and whispering to each other. I felt heat between my legs. To my right was an older woman, very striking in appearance, who was also looking.

Then from across the room, a young girl with short black hair was walking towards me. She looked right into my eyes as she passed through the tables and worked her way to me at the bar.

She was hot, very hot. Her short black dress highlighted her small yet perfectly proportioned tits and long beautiful legs. Her neck was so tantalizing that I found myself wanting to bury my face in it. I suspected that she could seduce anyone. Then I realized she could seduce me, right here at this bar, in front of all these women.

“Buy you a drink?” is all she said, her eyes penetrating into my soul.

I felt myself becoming anxious. This young girl was hitting on me. Everyone could see her do it. Everyone could see me, see how I was dressed, see how she was coming on to me. Everyone would think I was into girls, that I was looking for lesbian sex, that I was gay.

The bartender set down my martini and said, “Sure, Stacie. You can pay for this one. What do you want?”

Stacie never took her eyes off me. “Get me whatever she’s having.”

I never said anything. I just sat on the stool as she looked into my eyes. I felt her gaze as it moved down to my breasts. She wasn’t subtle about looking at them, just stared and quietly said, “Nice.” Then she looked back into my eyes and asked, “First time?”

I couldn’t even answer her. My head was spinning. I felt the heat between my legs. She just smiled at me as I remained mute, probably looking overwhelmed by her mere presence, her interest in me, her lust. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that if she wanted to fuck me -– to take me home or even lead me into the restroom in the back and have me there -– she could do it. Who was I to stop her?

“Jesus, Stacie,” said a familiar voice coming from behind me. “You’re always after the newbies.”

It was Sena. She had arrived and was taking charge. “This one is with me.”

Stacie looked at Sena, then back at me. Getting up, she said, “Enjoy your drinks.” She turned and walked away.

As I stared at Stacie leaving, Sena whispered in my ear, “She’s gorgeous, but a bit much for you right now, don’t you think?” Then she lightly kissed my ear.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well,” Sena explained, “before you had finished that drink, Stacie would have had her tongue in your mouth and her hand in your panties. And she would have done it right here at the bar, as publicly as possible. There’s even a chalk board in the little girl’s room that keeps her scores posted… a bit of an inside joke.”

The bartender arrived with a drink for Sena, who slipped a ten-dollar bill into the redhead’s shirt pocket with a wink. It was obvious that she was a regular here.

She held up her glass for a toast. “To a wonderful evening,” she said softly. We clinked glasses and drank, then Sena put her drink down and brushed my hand with her fingertips. “God, you look hot tonight…”

A few feet away from us, a tall young woman greeted a teenage girl with a full-body embrace and a steamy kiss. Well, I certainly couldn’t pretend I didn’t know what was going on now.

“So…” I slowly said, “this is a lesbian bar.”

“The girl’s perceptive,” Sena laughed.

“So…” I again slowly mused, “are you a lesbian?”

“Well,” Sena explained, “technically I’m bisexual, having been married and all. But I guess that’s why I got divorced… I couldn’t stop fucking college girls. My husband couldn’t handle it. In all honesty, I’m pretty much done with men.”

“So…” I slowly mused for a third time, “why did you ask me here? Do you like me? I mean, are you interested in me?”

“What’s not to like?” Sena replied with a suggestive smile. “Tell you what, let’s take these drinks to a booth near the back and find out how we feel about each other.”

Sena grabbed her drink and my hand, and we headed towards the back of the bar. My heart was pounding with excitement. I didn’t know what to expect. But maybe, just maybe, before I finished my drink Sena would be kissing me just like that woman I had just seen. We slid into a booth and sat close to each other, looking into each other’s eyes.


When I awoke the next morning in Sena’s bed, her apartment was quiet except for the clicking of computer keys. I looked at the empty pillow next to me and realized my beautiful Sena, my new lover, my very first lesbian fuck, was already up and apparently hard at work. Still naked, I followed the clicking sound into her study.

There she was, my delightful Sena, naked at the computer, checking her email. I came up behind her, cupped both her breasts with my hands and kissed her neck.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” was all she said as she finished her last email. “But don’t get me started, not until I’ve made coffee.”

Then Sena got up and motioned for me to sit at the computer. “Click around. There are lots of cool things to see on my computer,” she told me with a sly smile.

As she went into the kitchen to make coffee, I sat down and started looking at the different folders on the screen. Sena called from the kitchen, “Click the folder named ‘The Best’ and then open up the folders in there that look interesting to you.”

I found the folder, clicked on it, and saw that it was filled with many subfolders. I clicked on one named ‘Sisters’ and suddenly found myself looking at an extraordinarily beautiful pair of girls – identical twins – kissing each other!

As I clicked through a series of pictures of these sexy twins, I started to tingle all over. They went from kissing to finger fucking to dildo action. The last picture showed one twin licking the asshole of the other. Needless to say, I was getting very wet.

The next picture was of a different pair of sisters, going at it just as hard and looking just as sexy as the first pair. I quickly moved through a few dozen of these loving sisters before trying another folder.

I saw one named “College” and opened it to find tons of young girls, all sexy, all really cute, all either making out or fucking. Seeing these pictures of sexy girls getting it on made me even hotter. I started to wonder why I hadn’t done that while I was in college.

Then Sena was sitting on the floor next to me. She reached for the mouse, closed that folder, looked me in the eye, and said, “Time to get serious now.” I thought she was going to take me right there, right in front of her computer. Instead, Sena clicked on another folder named “Young.”

The first picture hooked me instantly. It was of two very, very young girls – very young and very attractive. Their bodies looked about twelve, but the sex in their eyes made them look experienced, lustful, ready to fuck.

They were wearing skimpy halter tops and panties. Their slender, childish bodies were exquisite. As Sena clicked through the series I saw the young girls kiss, feel each other up, strip one another naked, lick and kiss each other’s nipples, finger each other’s hairless cunts. As I looked at the last picture in the series where one little girl ate out her little friend, Sena took my hand and put it on my cunt. I immediately started masturbating right in front of my lover, masturbating to pictures of very young girls making love.

Sena showed me picture after picture of young girls: twelve-year-old girls kissing and touching; thirteen-year-old girls masturbating while they looked at skin magazines; groups of young girls getting naked, getting excited, fucking each other… older girls with younger girls; younger girls with even younger girls… I masturbated harder and harder at the sight of their budding breasts, their firm little nipples, their hairless cunts, the desire in their young eyes.

As soon as I saw the next series, however, I realized it would put me over the top. It was called “Moms.”

The first shot was of a very young girl, maybe fifteen, very pretty, very tan, with absolutely exquisite breasts. She had the sexiest little body… athletic, trim, and incredibly hot. With her was a woman, an older woman who looked like she might be the girl’s mother. As I saw more of the pictures in the series, I realized: that’s exactly who she was.

They were mother and daughter, they were naked, they were about to make love. As they kissed hotly, I moaned out loud. As the next photo revealed the girl sucking on her mom’s nipples, a soft “Yes,” escaped my lips.

As the mom fingered her daughter, I started to come. As the girl used her tongue to lick her mom’s cunt, I came and I came hard. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life, and I got it by masturbating to pornography, masturbating to the sight of a beautiful mom fucking her hot young daughter, masturbating right in front of Sena.

When it was over and my body belonged to me once again, Sena, licking at my nipples, raised her face to smile wickedly at me. “That will give you something to think about,” she whispered.

I was still a little too hazy from my pleasure to respond to what Sena had said, but she had planted a picture in my mind. I looked again at the series of pictures of the mom and daughter fucking, already feeling hungry for more lovemaking. I grabbed Sena and took her right there on the floor, licking her pussy until she begged me to stop.


Over the next two weeks Sena and I saw each other often. We fucked like animals each time we got together. These sex sessions were often over lunch or at some other time that wouldn’t make my daughter suspicious.

When Sena and I met at night, it could be frustrating, my having to be back home early so as not to make Elle wonder what I was doing. Sena was very patient with all this, very understanding. She never gave me a hard time about keeping our relationship a secret from my daughter.

For weeks, I was planning my sex life around Elle’s schedule. Then one day, unexpectedly, she asked permission to spend the night at her friend Annie’s house. I tried to play it cool, act like I was thinking about it. Eventually I told Elle that it was okay with me, as long as she got her schoolwork done before she went.

When I told Sena about it, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. We would finally be able to spend the night together again! Sena was thrilled, and suggested she come over to my place this time. We both looked forward to Saturday.

I had told Sena to come over to the house around 4 PM because my daughter was supposed to have left by then for the sleepover. But then Annie called to let Elle know that she was running late, and to come over at 5 PM instead. When Sena arrived, Elle was still home, lying out back in a bikini sunning herself. Elle couldn’t see us from the patio, so I let Sena kiss me once she was inside the front door.

As we kissed, it was obvious how hot we were for each other. Sena immediately started pulling at my clothes and I wanted to let her, I wanted her to fuck me right there in the entry hall. But instead I told her, “We can’t, not just yet. My daughter’s still here. Don’t worry, she’ll be leaving soon.”

“Okay, that’s cool,” Sena replied.

“You can kiss me again, though,” I said, reaching for my lover.

As Sena’s mouth met mine, we both heard the back door open, which meant that Elle was coming back inside. Sena and I quickly drew apart, made sure we were both presentable, then I led her to the kitchen to meet my daughter for the first time.

I made the introductions, and we began to chat. Sena was her usual charming self, and Elle took to her right away. After a few minutes, Elle said she needed to get ready to leave.

While she was upstairs getting dressed, Sena simply said, “You have a beautiful daughter.” Then she came over to me to sneak a little kiss and give my ass a squeeze. I was anxious for Elle to leave so that Sena and I could fuck.

Finally, Elle came down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a shirt, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder. She shook hands again with Sena, gave me a kiss and hug goodbye, and left to walk to her friend’s house. As I watched her walk down the street, she turned and waved goodbye.

As soon as Elle was out of sight, Sena grabbed me, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me with a fierce hunger I had not experienced from her before. She was ravenous for me, her tongue fucking my mouth furiously, her hands groping my breasts. I was hot for her, too. I kissed Sena hungrily and started tearing at her clothes.

I heard her moan as her fingers found my nipples. “They’re all yours,” I replied as I pushed my breasts up into Sena’s hands.

“God,” she breathed, “you have such beautiful tits.”

Sena’s erotic exclamations made me even hotter, made me arch my back to thrust my breasts at her as she moaned about how beautiful they were. As her hand came down and cupped my pussy, Sena whispered, “And your cunt… your cunt is so hot.”

“It is,” I moaned back as Sena yanked down my jeans and panties. She brought them just low enough so that she could play with my naked cunt. Her finger pushed up into me, just the tip at first… and then, suddenly, all the way up into me so that her knuckles ground against my labia.

Then she was looking me in the eye, “Has anyone ever fucked you like this? Have you ever had your cunt fingered so deep? Has anyone ever pleasured you so well?”

“Only you, my love,” I whispered back as my cunt started to drip down my thighs from her finger play. “Only you.”

Sena seemed in an erotic daze, kissing me, fingering me, whipping me into a sexual frenzy. Suddenly her hands were lowering my jeans and panties to the floor. I stepped out of them. As I pulled off my top, Sena stripped herself naked in seconds. Then she placed a warm hand on my chest and pushed me onto the hall table. As I sat there, back against the wall, Sena parted my legs and gazed rapturously at my wet cunt.

With both her hands, she open my sticky labia and stared into my sex. Her breathing was heavy as her finger plunged into my cunt again. She pulled it out, sucked it clean and then pushed two fingers in me. I felt my vagina contracting around them.

“So beautiful,” Sena whispered as she made little thrusts into my cunt. “So beautiful. Your pussy is so beautiful.”

I was moaning, whimpering, my pleasure building to a crescendo… and then her mouth was brushing my ear as she whispered, “You know someone else who is incredibly beautiful… someone I’d just love to fuck…”

I shook my head… then she shocked the hell out of me when she replied:

“Why, that beautiful daughter of yours.”

I could feel the blood drain from my face, only able to gasp, “W-what?”

Sena broke off her kisses and stepped back from me. There I was sitting on the table, sitting on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm, my legs wide open, my cunt aching, my breasts swelling. I weakly asked a second time, “What?”

“Elle,” Sena replied, looking into my eyes intensely. “Your daughter. Don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you want to watch me fuck her? Isn’t she totally hot?”

“Nooo,” I slowly whispered, nearly struck speechless.

But I felt my hips twitching, then rocking, my body crying out for Sena’s touch. I was aroused by her words — how could that be?

“Oh, right,” laughed Sena. “You don’t think you should fuck Elle, being her mother and all. But don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you want to watch me fuck her?”

Before I could answer, Sena slipped four fingers into my cunt. With her other hand she started to play with my clit. Oh, God, she was going to finish me off right now.

With her hand fingering me faster and faster, Sena spoke softly. “Imagine Elle here with us. Imagine her lying naked in bed between you and me, both of us caressing her body. Don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you?”

Then Sena glanced down at her fingers, still sliding in and out of my pussy, then back up at me with a wicked smirk. Suddenly I could feel my cunt being opened even wider. Oh, GOD… she was pushing her whole hand into me. I had heard of fist fucking before, but had never experienced such a thing myself.

It was incredible. I had never felt so full, so completely, satisfyingly penetrated before. Once her hand was completely inside, she wriggled it around in me a bit before she began to pump her arm in and out. My breath hissed through my clenched teeth as she started fisting me for real. As her hand moved, she spoke again.

“Imagine Elle climbing on top of you, slipping her thigh between your legs. She smiles at you, then your mouths touch in a soft kiss. Then you and Elle are kissing for real, like lovers. Your hand slides down her body to touch her pussy. She’s so wet… wet for you. Her sweet, loving mother.”

I was being fist fucked for the first time in my life. Fist fucked into orgasm as my lesbian lover described to me her forbidden desire to have my young daughter join us, join our sex. I was going to come.

“Imagine her straddling your face, offering you her pussy. She wants this, lover… your own daughter wants you to kiss her there, to taste that beautiful young cunt of hers. Have you seen her cunt? Don’t you want to see it?”

As I started to come, almost against my will, I was imagining Elle with us. My daughter Elle naked. Elle being kissed by Sena. Elle’s budding breasts. Elle kissing Sena’s mouth. Elle’s flat tummy. Sena’s tongue lavishing my daughter’s young mouth. Elle’s long beautiful legs. Sena caressing those legs. Elle parting her legs for Sena. Elle’s cunt. Elle’s cunt being licked by Sena.

I imagined going down on Elle… lying between her thin thighs and making my daughter mine. Taking her as my lover. I wondered how long I’d wanted this without knowing it.

I started to scream as a convulsive orgasm seized me. I closed my eyes and saw my sweet daughter in wild, frantic orgasm, screaming herself as I loved her.

I came and I came and I came… all the while seeing Elle in my mind, naked in my arms, moaning, crying, coming.

Finally, I was completely spent. So weak I couldn’t move. I rested, my eyes closed, rested to find strength. In my mind, the most erotic image floated up: Elle, my sweet little Elle, exhausted from orgasm, moisture glistening over her young girl’s body, her small breasts heaving with erect, pointed nipples, her legs wide open, lying in my arms, her eyes closed as I gently kissed her mouth.

As my breathing became less desperate, my heartbeat less frantic, I sensed Sena gently nuzzling my neck and shoulders. Her fist was still in my cunt, moving slightly, gently, slowly easing itself in and out. As she fucked me, her body squirmed atop mine, and I felt her tongue part my lips. My mouth opened to her, and we kissed with lusty fervor. Then I felt her face raise up from mine.

Gradually – still too weak to move, to speak – I opened my eyes to gaze tenderly at my lover, but she was staring intently down the hall towards the door. I felt her fist gently push itself back into me, then slowly out again, then in again. I turned my eyes down the hall to see what Sena was staring at.

I saw someone in the doorway, someone young and beautiful. I saw my Elle, staring at Sena and me. There she stood, still in her school uniform.

Even the sight of my daughter staring at us could not restore my strength. Still too weak to move, I just sat there on the table with Sena’s fist slowly moving in and out of my wide open cunt. Too shocked to speak, I tried… but only a whispered “Elle,” came out.

I was frightened. My daughter was standing there, staring at me, her own mother, indulging in sex play with her lesbian lover.

The look on Elle’s face was unimaginable. She was awestruck, mesmerized, entranced… her eyes filled with shock and surprise. But there was more: Elle was excited. I could see her excitement glowing through her eyes. She stood there, impossibly beautiful, looking at us with interest in her eyes, with lust in her eyes.

She looked at us with sex in her eyes.

This, this is what Sena was staring back at: the sex in Elle’s eyes. My lover recognized it immediately. That’s why she continued to slowly fist fuck me in front of my own daughter. Sena was exciting Elle by pleasuring me in front of her.

And now I too was looking at Elle. Too weak to cover myself, too weak to stop Sena, too weak to do anything but accept the slow-motion of Sena’s hand twisting in and out of my vagina.

I watched Elle’s gaze move from Sena’s eyes to mine, down to my bare breasts, down to the fist inside me, over to Sena’s naked body, up into Sena’s eyes.

Sena carefully removed her hand from my cunt, quietly stood and turned to face my daughter. Her nipples were firm and hard. She returned Elle’s stare and slowly padded barefoot towards her.

I saw Elle’s lips part slightly. I saw the desire she felt.

As Sena approached Elle she raised her hand, still wet from my body, and cupped Elle’s left breast. As she fondled my daughter, I could see my essence from my cunt staining Elle’s shirt. Elle arched her back as if to make her breasts more available to Sena.

As Elle gazed into Sena’s eyes with a deep hunger that shocked me. Sena smiled back and quietly said, “You are so lovely… so perfect.”

Elle was breathing heavily by now, her mouth open, eyes ablaze. As Sena’s lips lightly nibbled at Elle’s mouth, I heard a quiet sigh of pleasure from my daughter.

Sena kissed Elle.

Beautiful, naked Sena kissed my fourteen-year-old daughter like a lover right in front of me. I sat naked on the hall table, my legs wide open, transfixed by this incredible sight.

As Sena’s tongue gently fucked its way into Elle’s open mouth, I saw Elle’s eyes flutter, then close in rapture. Sena kissed her, and suddenly Elle was returning the kiss, her tongue flashing into my lover’s mouth.

My child melted into Sena’s arms. I watched my lover kiss my daughter, watched her hand travel down from Elle’s stained shirt, over her flat tummy, down to her pale thigh. Sena stroked Elle’s soft skin as they kissed… then that exploring hand slipped beneath Elle’s skirt. My head spun at  the sight of Sena’s hand sliding into my daughter’s panties, at the sound of Elle’s gasp as my lover touched between her legs. My daughter shuddered with pleasure, moaning deeply into Sena’s embrace.

I imagined Sena’s finger pushing into Elle’s cunt just as Sena’s tongue was flicking in and out of her luscious mouth. It was the hottest, most arousing sight I had ever known. I realized that I wanted to see Sena fuck my daughter.

I realized that I wanted to fuck my daughter.

I realized that I would fuck my daughter.

Then Sena released my panting child from her hot embrace. She turned Elle towards me and gently nudged her in my direction. I felt my buttocks tighten, my cunt tingle. As my daughter slowly approached, her eyes burning into mine, I found my legs spreading further apart, inviting her into me.

Elle stopped about two feet short of me. She stared openly at my breasts, my glistening cunt, my naked body… now offered up to her.

Sena urged her on. “Unbutton your shirt, Elle.”

Elle never hesitated. Eyes flashing with excitement, she started unbuttoning her shirt. As it opened I saw her smooth pale skin, her lacy bra, her smooth tummy melting into the top of her skirt. As Elle unfastened the last button, Sena pulled the shirt off my daughter’s shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Elle stood between her naked mother and her mom’s equally naked lesbian lover, in a skirt and a little white bra. God, she was hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Then her bra was loosened, and I realized that Sena had undone the clasp. “Take your bra off slowly, Elle,” instructed Sena. “Tease your mom a bit… she wants to see your breasts.”

Elle did tease me. First she lowered the bra just enough so that I could see the pale softness of those beautiful little breasts of hers. Then, slowly, she lowered the bra down just past her nipples. I thought I might faint, they were so delectable. I whimpered, my cunt a river. Elle dropped her bra to the floor and stood before me.

Then I saw Sena’s hands come from behind to cup Elle’s breasts, cup them and caress them, her fingers brushing those delectable nipples.

“Now take off your skirt, Elle,” Sena whispered, nuzzling my daughter’s ear. “Show your mom those long, beautiful legs of yours. Show her your smooth young thighs. Show her your body. Make her want it, make her want you.”

Again, Elle needed no encouragement. She gazed at my nakedness as she unzipped her plaid skirt. Her eyes rising to meet mine, Elle licked her lips as she lowered the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and lowered them slightly, teasing me with a glimpse of her chestnut pubes. Elle smiled a dark, sexual smile at me. She clearly saw my desire for her. She was realizing that she would have me. Elle knew that we would soon be making love.

“Go ahead,” urged Sena. “take off your panties. Show Mommy your pussy. Open those legs and let your mom see that beautiful cunt of yours. Drive her wild, sweetie.”

Elle slowly slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her sparse, downy pubes and the sweet pinkness of her sex. She was now naked, and visibly wet.

When I heard Sena chuckle excitedly, I realized that I was staring at my daughter, trembling with desire, making my lust obvious to all. Elle wasn’t laughing, however. She just smiled that dark, sexual smile at me. She knew how badly I wanted her… and I knew that she wanted me as well.

Sena embraced Elle from behind, claiming my daughter’s breasts with her hands, dipping her head to plant a kiss on her neck. Elle sighed with pleasure, and Sena’s hands moved from Elle’s breasts to slip down her tummy and between her legs. She used both hands to stroke Elle’s cunt, parting her sticky labia, her fingertips exploring the girl to find her clit.

Elle’s cunt was gorgeous. Sena expertly stroked it, toyed with it, excited it. Elle whimpered as Sena gently fingered her clit, making her dizzy with the need to come. Within seconds, Elle’s pussy was so wet that her essence was oozing down her thighs.

Sena was rubbing her own cunt up against Elle’s ass, grinding against my daughter. As Sena humped Elle’s ass, still playing with the young girl’s pussy, she was moving Elle towards me, positioning my daughter right between my legs.

My thighs parted even further as I stared at Elle’s magnificent cunt, just inches from my own. Sena pushed herself against Elle’s ass one more time… and suddenly Elle’s cunt was against mine, her wetness and heat mingling with my own. All three of us gasped loudly.

Sena thrust her hips against my daughter’s ass again, and Elle’s cunt pressed harder into mine. Sena thrust again. And again. And again. As she got a steady rhythm going, Elle began to push her cunt against mine in time with Sena’s thrusts. The feeling was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

I slid down the wall enough to tilt my hips upward, opening myself up to my darling daughter. I saw beads of perspiration forming on Elle’s breasts as she and Sena worked their hips together to fuck me. Elle leaned closer to me, pushing our breasts together. Elle and I both cried out in utter delight from the sweet sensation of our nipples brushing.

Then my mouth was on Elle’s, my tongue tasting her, fucking her, kissing her as hungrily and passionately as I had ever kissed anyone. Her own tongue flashed to life, and she returned my kiss measure for measure.

And we came.

Elle and I moaned into each other’s mouths, still grinding our cunts together, bucking and rocking in a clutching embrace. Then Sena moaned loudly as she came herself. The three of us thrust together one more time and then froze – motionless, breathless in our sweet eternity of orgasm, our forbidden fuck, our taboo love. Completely still.

I remember that the three of us eventually untangled and that Sena took Elle by the hand and led her up the stairs into my bedroom, me following close behind.

Sena laid Elle out on my bed and spread her legs wide open, spread her wide so that we could see her pussy. God, she was beautiful. When did my Elle become so beautiful, so sexual, so fuckable?

I watched Sena take her.

I watched Sena bring Elle to an explosive climax with her hot, sucking mouth. And as tears of joy and exhaustion streamed down Elle’s young face, Sena made her come yet again.

As Elle lay there, happily exhausted, spread open for everyone and anyone to fuck, her body glistening with sweat, face flushed, nipples erect… as she lay there, Sena beckoned me to join them.

Then Sena rolled Elle over onto her tummy and slipped a fat pillow beneath her hips. The pillow propped up Elle’s ass, her cheeks spread slightly.

As I knelt on the bed and looked down at my young daughter, I saw her perfect little asshole exposed… so vulnerable, inviting, luscious. Sena reached for Elle’s ass and parted her cheeks, looking back at me and smiling.

“You get to be the first to make love to her ass,” Sena whispered.

The sight of my daughter’s butt crack, spread open for me, had me wet all over again. Since discovering lesbian love with Sena, I had developed a real taste for anal play… and she was now offering me a precious gift.

Elle was quivering in anticipation, thrilled at the prospect of being licked by her own mother.

I knelt behind her and leaned in close to savor the sight and smell of my daughter’s asshole. My tongue emerged and I began to gently lick her dark cleft.

Elle moaned. As my mouth and tongue pleasured her ass, I could feel her anus relax for me.

I tongue fucked Elle’s crack, loving the taste of her. As I sensed her excitement growing, my hand slipped beneath her, seeking her clit. When I found it, I started teasing it with the tips of my fingers. I could feel tremors of ecstasy pulse through Elle’s body, growing stronger by the second until she screamed out her pleasure yet again.

As she came, her ass opened for me, accepting my tongue deep inside her. I was inside her ass. I was in heaven. She shook and gasped for a long moment, finally slumping over on her side.

I crawled up to my daughter — my new lover — and drew her into a loving embrace. Out of breath as she was, Elle somehow summoned up the strength to wrap her arms around me and kiss my mouth, her tongue emerging to sample the flavor of her ass.

And so the evening went. Every imaginable combination of the three of us making love. Every possible position. Every possible fuck. Every possible pleasure.

Finally I dozed off. Later I awoke to the rocking of the bed. As I looked over at Elle, I saw her deeply kissing Sena as my lover’s fingers probed into my daughter’s cunt.

After Elle came, Sena straddled her face. I watched my daughter eat my lesbian lover, then I got on all fours and slid between Elle’s thighs to lick her pussy. She tasted wonderful.

I remember lying spread out on the bed, Sena’s mouth nibbling at mine. Down below, Elle was nuzzling my cunt. Lick me. Eat me. Make me come.


Our fuck fest continued, with occasional snooze breaks, until noon the next day. Then Sena had to leave, and Elle had to get dressed for a soccer match. As Elle climbed into the car with me to head to the match, dressed in her team uniform, I saw her once again as my young daughter, not my new lover. It felt strange.

While I watched Elle play soccer, I wondered if the previous night had been a dream. Worse, I worried that it might have been a one-time thing.

In the car on the way back home, Elle was clearly just being my daughter, bubbling over with excitement about the goal she scored, scorning the ref, being a young girl. Will I ever be with her as a lover again? I fretted.

As Elle showered after the game, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. While I was chopping vegetables at the sink, I heard Elle’s soft voice from behind me, “Nice ass.”

My heart skipped. “What’s that, Elle?” I asked without turning around.

“I said that you have a nice ass, Mom,” repeated Elle.

I turned around, and what I saw took my breath away: Elle standing in the kitchen entrance, wearing nothing but her jeans.

No top, no bra, not even socks to cover up those sexy feet of hers. Her jeans were unzipped and open to reveal the top of her sparse bush. Mmm, no panties either.

I could tell by the way her nipples stood up that she had been playing with them in the shower moments before. When I looked into her face, I could see the hunger in her eyes.

Elle padded over and kissed me, kissed me ever so sweetly. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth and started to gently toy with mine, exciting me, making me wet.

Then Elle stood back. “Dinner can wait,” she whispered, stroking my face. Taking my hand, she led me upstairs to my bed… our bed, I thought to myself.

My lover was back.

The End


Twin Brides

  • Posted on April 13, 2020 at 2:42 pm

By Jan Vincent

{ This story was originally posted at the long-defunct Sisters in Love story site }

“You cannot marry your sister, Brenda.”

“Why?” I was defiant, furious with my mother.

“Because sisters don’t marry their sisters.”

“And why not?”

My mother’s stern face was losing its patient expression. I was her ten-year-old daughter, dressed in white taffeta, the flower girl in my older cousin Louise’s wedding.

My grandmother Rose came to my rescue. She gave me a kindly look. “Oh, let them be, Grace. They’re so cute together.”

I smiled at Granny, so absolutely happy to have her confirm that I could wed my twin sister Sylvia.

Sounds naive, doesn’t it? But when you’re ten, a lot of things make sense in your head, even if they defy what’s socially acceptable. Because you’re ten, almost anything you do can be seen as innocent play. And ever since I was a child I’ve known to whom I wanted to get married, to share my entire life with. Not to a man, not to anyone else… only Sylvia.

As Sylvia and I got older and entered our teenage years, I realized how foolish I’d been. Marry my own twin sister? It was a ridiculous idea. Sylvia was interested in guys, I wasn’t. In a way, I envied the ease with which she accepted the flirtations of boys, while I was cast away in a dream world, alone, musing about things that could never be.

My infatuation for Sylvia was platonic at first. I didn’t want her sexually then, I just knew that I liked her company, loved her embraces and kisses on my ticklish cheek. I got jealous of other people being with her. It was childish, I know, but she meant so very much to me.

Soon I would realize that I was much more interested in love with girls, rather than guys — and from there it was only a small skip to the realization that my beautiful sister was the girl I wanted most of all. She quickly became the featured performer in my hottest fantasies.

I loved her. I wanted her. It made me ache inside.

I had my own group of friends, mostly girls who were into heavy stuff like punk rock, piercings, vampires, black leather and Goth paraphernalia — like metal-studded bracelets and belts, black-tinted makeup and ripped Bauhaus t-shirts. There were a few boys in the gang, but I usually hated them because they would all get crushes on Sylvia.

My sister was one of the most popular girls at our school — smart as a whip, charming, always pretty, always adorable. We were identical twins physically, but we couldn’t have been more different when it came to our styles and tastes.

Despite that, we always got along well, especially when we were by ourselves. Sylvia liked to tickle me, because she knew how sensitive I was around my ribs and under my arms. Tickling was a game that made us relax… and enabled me to be intimate and physical with my sister without crossing a dangerous line.

Did I really want more? It’s hard to say. All I knew was that I enjoyed her touch, her knowing fingers looking for the right spot, attacking me with no mercy. I loved her winning smile the most. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes. She was a happy person, and her joy was contagious, the perfect remedy to bring me out of my morose nature and periods of self-imposed isolation and loneliness.

Sylvia and I completed each other. More than friends, more than sisters, we were soul mates. Soon we would become lovers, too.

It happened when we were fifteen, and we’d been invited to a party. I usually never bothered, but Sylvia didn’t want to go without me. She wanted to see Chad, this horrible boyfriend who had hit her more than once — out of jealousy, out of drunkenness. I’d argued with her so many times about him, not able to figure out why she still had feelings for that creep. She deserved better, I told her. But she wouldn’t listen to me.

“C’mon, Brenda… come with me, please?”

“No way, Syl.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause I hate those parties… I can’t go, really I can’t.”

She kept pleading with me. “C’mon, sis… don’t make me go on my own!”

“Why do you want me to go with you? Call your stupid friends and go with them.”

“They’re at the party already. I don’t want to go there alone.”

“You won’t be alone. All your friends are already there. You said so yourself.”

“I know,” she said, lowering her voice as she sat down on my bed, right next to me. She held my hand, her soft hands caressing my studded bracelet and wristbands. “But I want you to come with me. I feel… safe when you’re around.”

I was surprised by Sylvia’s confession of vulnerability, her willingness to accept my protection. And then she looked into my eyes and smiled at me, her expression dreamy. “And… if you come with me, I promise…”


She giggled as if embarrassed, her face now near, her hands clutching mine. “I promise I will say yes.”

“Yes? To what?” I really didn’t know what she was talking about. So much for that myth that a twin knows everything the other twin is thinking of.

“Remember how you wanted us to get married when you were little?”

I must have grimaced, even winced, because she laughed easily at my expression.

“I know we were little,” she went on, “but I think that would be fun. I don’t know why I remembered that. It’s just… nice… to know you’re there for me, and that you’re my wonderful sister.”

It was lovely; she was lovely. My beloved twin sister still remembered my early obsession, long forgotten by common sense and the acquired knowledge of what society expects from us. How could I say no to her?

So I went to the party with Sylvia, as if I were her boyfriend, the perfect escort. She wanted me to come in with her and — despite my uncertainty — I tagged along.

An hour after we got there, I caught a glimpse of my sister and Chad talking at the end of the main hallway of the house. It was obvious that it was escalating into an argument. I know my sister very well, and she was getting mad at him. Secretly, selfishly, I hoped to God it was true. I was jealous of him — so absolutely, unequivocally jealous of that goddamned creep.

I watched them from the doorway of the den until Sylvia spotted me. Before I could speak, she pounced on my arm and dragged me with her, while Chad came after us, vociferating, spewing out a stream of vicious insults, intended to hurt. There was one that I remember clearly: “Fuckin’ dykes.”

Sylvia urged me to leave with her, clasping my arm so tightly that it hurt.

We were at least one hundred yards away from the party when she wilted and burst into tears. I was surprised by her sudden crying fit. I wanted to hug her, to make her feel better, but I didn’t want people staring at us, getting into our business.

I looked around in the deserted street, illuminated by lampposts and the headlights of an occasional car. I hunkered down on the sidewalk, brushing my sister’s satin-like hair away from her flushed face.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears, Syl. He doesn’t deserve you.”

With puffy eyes and a damp face, she gazed at me. Her long arms snaked around my neck and she kissed my cheek. I think I heard her whisper “Thank you,” but I wasn’t positive. The only thing I knew for sure is that I smiled at her and made her stand up.

It took us an eternity to reach home, as Syl wanted us to walk slowly, very slowly, as though our arrival was the final admission that she’d lost Chad forever.

When we arrived home our parents were still awake, watching TV in the den. They were surprised by our early return, but I was able to explain the whole situation without raising the painful subject of Chad.

We silently undressed in our room, brushed our teeth and went to our respective beds. In the darkness surrounding us, I could hear and feel her hushed whimpers.



“Come get in bed with me. Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep, what with you crying all night.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

There was a moment of absolute silence, as though we both had stopped breathing. I heard and felt a shadow rise on her bed and scuttle toward mine.

“Thanks, sis.” She hugged me and kissed me, my cheek becoming moist with her own tears. “You’re too sweet.”

She turned over, her right hand draping my arm around her waist, her back pressing against my breasts. We remained in that position for a while, my other hand playing with her golden locks, which smelled nice and felt good between my fingers.


She raised her head slightly. “Yeah?…”

“I want you to look at me. I want to ask you something.”

She did as she was told, her eyes glimmering in the darkness. I wanted her to forget Chad, ease her pain, soothe it all away.

“What?” she asked, curious.

“Will you marry me?”

I could feel her surprise in the way that she gasped right next to me. Then she giggled. “You didn’t forget.”

“Of course not.”

“Then I have to say yes, I will marry you. I promised, didn’t I? You, my future husband.”

“No, silly,” I protested. “I’m not a man. I’ll be your wife.”

“But I’m not a man, either. So, who’s gonna be the groom?”

“No groom… just two beautiful brides, me and you.”

“Yeah,” she said, giggling again. “Two twin brides. That would be something.”

I laughed as well, feeling incredibly excited, getting damp between my legs. I wanted to cover Sylvia with kisses, making her mine, all mine. Almost involuntarily, my hand left her waist and touched my sex.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a giggle dying in her mouth.

“Nothing,” I said, removing my hand from between my legs.

“Are you hot?” she asked, with a deceivingly innocent intonation.

“Well… yes. All this stuff is making me… hot.”

She laughed. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said, losing all fear, overcome by the moment and my growing lust. I began to rub myself in earnest. “Probably because we’d be so beautiful in our matching wedding gowns, I’d hitch up your veil and you would mine, and we’d kiss…”

“That would be so frigging cool,” she exclaimed, slowly becoming excited as well.

“But before that we would dress each other. I would help with your petticoat and garter belt, and you’d give me a hand with mine.”

I kept describing to her the whole process of getting a bride ready, the soft feel of lace and satin against our bodies, as I kept fondling my pussy with one hand, stroking her hair with the other. I could tell that she was getting turned on by my shameless act, but it didn’t matter if she wasn’t. Nobody could stop me. I was so close to coming.

“Then we will walk down the aisle together, hand in hand, and the priest will bless our union. And then we will have our own party, and a cake. You’ll grab my hand and we will cut the cake together. We will feed each other, then drink champagne together. Then a limousine will pick us up and take us to our honeymoon suite. And when the door closes behind us, you and I will hold hands and gaze deep, deep into each other’s eyes…”

“Go on,” she murmured. I felt her touch herself for the first time — first her own breasts, then between her thighs. “Go on, please…”

“And you will draw me into your arms and hold me close… I’ll nuzzle your neck, brushing your skin with my lips. Then I will tilt my face up to meet yours, and we’ll kiss… softly, at first.” I could feel Sylvia’s hand steal down between her thighs and slip into those French-cut panties she wore. “But the feel of our mouths as they touch is so incredible that we both want more. Your lips part enough for my tongue to slide between them, and suddenly you and I are French kissing…”

“Yes, go on,” she said with urgency, her hand making squishing sounds in her panties. “Oh, yes… Go on, Brenda… please…”

“We kiss for a long, lovely time,” I whisper in her ear. “Then we break apart and smile at each other, all shy because this is our first night together as wives. Then we begin undressing one another, a piece of clothing at a time.”

“Oh, Brenda,” she moaned. “You’re m-making me…” She didn’t continue, her breath coming in gasps as though she was on the verge of an orgasm.

I press my body against hers. “Soon you and I are completely naked, Sylvia. We look at one another for a long, sweet moment. God, you are beautiful.” My sister was trembling with excitement. “Then you pad over to our bed and lie down, waiting for me… and I climb onto the bed and kneel next to you, giving you a hot kiss before I take you in my arms…”

“Oh…” Sylvia moaned softly, “oh…”

“And we will make love, two newlyweds on their wedding night. Only we’ll make love the way girls do, our naked bodies fitting together so perfectly…”

That did it. I felt an explosion of pleasure hitting me, the heat radiating outward from my sex  and into my stretched thighs, my breasts, my nipples. I moaned low, like an animal, like a wolf.

“Oh, Brenda… that’s so…”

“Let me,” I said, displacing the hand between her legs with my own, giving away the secret hunger I had for my twin sister, heedless of the consequences.

“Brenda,” she said, her eyes wide.

“I love you,” I breathed.

When I touched Sylvia there for the first time, she moaned into my mouth. “Oh, Brenda… Brenda…” Her voice went weak, her arms encircled my neck. “Oh yes, Brenda… yes…. oh…. oooh… oh, my love.”

Overcome with passion, she gave me our very first lover’s kiss. “Oh baby, you make me so hot, so hot…”

I trailed my fingers through her outer lips and to her clitoris. “Yes… oh, yes. Like that.” She kissed me eagerly as I masturbated her. “Ooohhh!” she squealed as I gave her clit a tiny tweak. “Yes, yes. Please, baby, more. Keep doing my clit, yes, just like that.”

I felt her body move against mine, her essence coating my busy fingers while she covered my face with hot kisses, filling my ears with sounds of pleasure as she drew nearer and nearer to release.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, d-don’t stop,” she begged me. “I’m almost there…”

She came with a howl that rose from the bottom of her throat, squeezing my neck so tightly that I saw stars for a moment. But then, as her ecstasy subsided, her grip loosened and I was able to breathe again.

Sylvia lay quietly for a long time, her eyes closed, the rise and fall of her chest and an occasional twitch of her mouth the only movement she made.

Finally, I saw her eyelids flutter open, She began to caress my cheeks, staring at me in disbelief. I could see her questions, maybe even doubts, but I could also see something different in her. My sister loved me, was falling in love with me. Sylvia was able to accept the fact that we had crossed the barrier of what was acceptable in our society — and she didn’t care any more than I did.

And to that she pulled me to her, and we kissed for ages. My twin sister was untiring, as though she’d waited for this moment all her life.


Now Sylvia and I are twenty-three years old, fresh out of college, and still very much in love with each other. We have decided to make my childhood wish come true. We’ve already ordered the cake, the champagne, the limousine and the honeymoon suite. Sylvia looks absolutely amazing in her wedding gown.

As in my impossible dream, I wear an exact replica of her dress. I wanted us to look exactly the same — even our hairdos are identical. In just over an hour, we will be joined together as twin brides, wife and wife. I am lucky enough to have a sister who’s crazy enough to take me as her one and only.

We have no guests… this wedding is only for Sylvia and me. It’s our way of declaring our love for each other, making it clear that no one — and I mean no one — will ever come between us.

The End


My Lonely Mother, Part Two

  • Posted on April 4, 2020 at 4:03 pm

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.”


“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.


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