She had been drunk, that's all. She had just had a momentary lapse of reason. She had just touched her daughter a little. It was inappropriate, sure, but she wasn't outright molesting her daughter. She had made a one-time mistake. She wasn't going to be at all like the men in her life that had taken advantage of her.

These were all excuses that might have worked the day before...or the day before...or the two nights before that. For the last week Emily and her daughter had developed a new routine. Emily would sit out in the living room in her underwear, late at night, when Holly should be in bed.  Holly would come out, also only in her underwear, and silently sit next to her mother on the couch and snuggle up to her. Then just a few minutes later, as if her hand were guided by some perverted ghostly force, Emily's hand would sink lower and lower. Eventually her hand would make its way into her daughter's underwear to rub at her clit, then she would finger Holly for a bit, then she would finish her off by going back to her clit. After Holly had finished she would finish herself off and they would fall asleep on the couch.

Even the alcohol couldn't be an excuse anymore. Emily had been tapering off the amount she would drink every night, until last night when she had none at all. She thought maybe that would give her the strength to say no. The capacity to be the adult that she needed to be. The only thing that being sober had accomplished was enhancing the experience. She could feel just how wet her daughter was when her fingers went inside her. How Holly's breathing quickened even before she reached the girl's panties, ripe with anticipation. The movements and sounds that her daughter made when she was about to cum (and while she came). The way that Holly watched her in fascination as she brought herself to orgasm.

And it wasn't just the physical sensations, but the emotional sensations as well. Emily could feel the urge to ask Holly to touch her grow every night. Oh fuck, just thinking about her daughter's small hands slipping into her panties was getting her excited. It was so wrong, so inappropriate...but was it really any more wrong than what they had already done so far? Emily could feel how Holly kept opening up to her. How Holly almost lifted her body up to her mother's touch as their new routine started each night.

Holly wanted it. It wasn't like when her mother's boyfriend would manhandle her, his disgusting sausage fingers painfully forcing their way into her pussy as he shoved his cock down her throat. She was gentle. She knew just where to touch. Holly moaned like she never did when she was being touched at her age.

Of course, these were all assumptions. Emily hadn't properly talked to Holly about what they had been up to. It was almost like what they did was a secret they kept from everyone else, even each other. The first day after Emily had touched her daughter she tried in so many ways to bring up what they had done. How it was wrong and she was sorry. But the words caught in her throat and every opportunity seemed to flutter away from her. In the end she prepared breakfast like normal. They talked like normal. They went about their day like normal. They each said goodnight to each other like normal. Everything in their life was normal.

Until Holly eventually sought out her mother and Emily's wandering hands found their way where they probably shouldn't.

Emily didn't have the strength to change course. Her daughter seemed to want it. She wanted it.

And so, just like the last few days, Emily sat in her designated spot on the couch. It was cooler and she felt more comfortable. The haze of alcohol was gone, replaced with something equally distracting. Her thoughts kept drifting towards her daughter. The last few days she had almost been working on autopilot. Touching her daughter had aroused her, sure, but that could have just been some kind of fluke. A reaction from being under the influence of alcohol. She had done plenty of stupid shit while drunk before.

Now, though, her thoughts were clear. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, but she couldn't deny that the idea of her daughter showing up in her underwear, ready to be touched, was thrilling. Maybe the taboo of it played a part, maybe it was that she was lonely and hadn't had physical contact from anyone else for a long time. But...she couldn't wait to hear her daughter moan again. Maybe she would take her time tonight, involve her mouth a little. Maybe even ask her daughter to touch her back. Her hand slowly drifted towards her pussy and she rubbed at her clit as she thought about what she might be able to do with her daughter.

She let out a groan and lifted her hips up as she dug her fingers into her underwear right at her entrance. It had been so long since someone touched her. If only she had someone else to touch her...

And then on cue she heard Holly's door opening. The girl's soft bunny feet padded quietly on the laminate flooring as she approached. Emily felt a surge of fear. She was breaking the routine. She should be sitting, quietly, waiting for Holly to approach. That's how she got the contact she wanted the last few days.

But she couldn't help it. Her fingers kept prodding at her pussy, stretching at the soaked fabric, and soft moans came from her mouth as she stared expectantly at the hallway. Holly came into view and their eyes locked for a moment before Holly's eyes drifted down. Emily kept going, neither moving her fingers away nor closing her legs together. She kept her legs splayed out, her fingers rubbing at her pussy in full view of her daughter.

Holly paused, just for a moment, before slowly approaching the couch. Unlike the last few days, she stopped in front of her mom, staring down at what her mom was doing. She took a shuddering breath in. Emily recognized the movement of her daughter's chest. She was aroused. She liked what she was seeing. Emily continued, giving her daughter a show.

Then, a few seconds later, Emily broke the silence for the first time since they had started this routine. Even as the words came out of her mouth, Emily felt guilt and shame seep through her. She was going to escalate things. She was crossing yet another line that she couldn't uncross. But she wanted this. She needed this.

"Sweetie...do you want to touch mommy tonight?"

Holly stiffened up and trembled. Whether from excitement or nervousness Emily couldn't tell, but after a few moments she had her answer. Holly nodded, eyes wide, still watching her mother finger herself.

"Kneel down, okay?"

Her daughter slowly kneeled, her face only a foot or two away from her crotch. Emily tensed her body in anticipation as she gave the next command.

"Put your fingers where I was just touching." As much as she wouldn't mind her daughter fingering her or licking her, Emily thought maybe touching over clothing might be best to start with.

Emily moved her fingers away as her daughter's small fingers prodded at where she had been rubbing. Emily leaned her head back and gave out a moan. Having someone else touch her for the first time in years felt amazing. She had forgotten how good it felt.

Holly stared in awe as she explored, prodding around her mother's clothed pussy. Being touched felt good, but being able to see and experience someone else first hand was exciting in its own right. As she prodded around she felt up and rubbed against Emily's clit. Emily pushed up against her daughter's hand and moaned. Holly pulled away for a moment before Emily assured her and she went back to exploring.

"It feels really good when you touch there. That's one of the places where I've been touching you. It's called the clit."

Holly made an appreciate sound of being taught forbidden knowledge and prodded at the area a few more times. She giggled softly as she worked out a few more moans from her mother. She then worked her way down, prodding at the very noticeable wet spot in her mother's panties.

"And this...?"

"That's my pussy opening...that's where I've been putting my fingers."

Holly became much more interested in the area when she found out that's where things go into. Even when she had tried to touch herself the last few days it had been kind of a mystery. She kind of wished the underwear wasn't in the way, but she made up for it by pushing harder at the area with her small fingers. If she couldn't see, she could at least feel.

"Here?"

Emily let out a breathy "yes" as her daughter's fingers probed harder at her opening.

Holly had started to learn the subtle and not so subtle signals of her mother as she learned how sex worked, figuring out the signs of what felt good for her mother and what didn't. Spurred on by her mother's groans of pleasure and her own frustration at the underwear hiding her mother's secrets, she prodded harder at the wet area, trying to figure out what might be underneath. Her hard work was paid out as two of her fingers wormed their way into her mother's pussy, the thin cloth coming along for the ride as her fingers slipped in.

Emily whimpered in pleasure as she felt her daughter's fingers play with her. She looked down at what her daughter was doing to make it feel like she was being penetrated...and her eyes widened as she saw her daughter's fingers pushing into her, the cloth of her panties stretching as they were prodded into her as well. She was being penetrated! She was so wet and aroused that Holly was able to finger her through her panties. Holy shit.

"Holly...more. Keep going. Wiggle your fingers."

Holly, spurred on by her mother's words, wiggled her fingers and pushed harder, her fingers sinking in further and further as she applied pressure and vibration. While she was worried about how much it felt her mother's underwear was being stretched out, her curiosity and the pleading from her mother quickly smothered her hesitation. She was rewarded with moans as her two fingers sank into her mother's pussy, eventually bottoming out. She kept wiggling them, excited by the reactions she was able to get from her mother.

"More...more fingers, sweetie..." Holly had unknowingly gone past a boundary that Emily had put in place, and now she wanted more.

Holly obliged. With how slick her mother's pussy and soaked panties were, it was easy enough to slide in another finger. With more moans and pleading coming from her mother, Holly tingled with excitement as she put in yet another finger. Four fingers, all of them, were currently buried in her mother's pussy. The panties were being stretched to their limit and the thin band providing modesty to her mother's pussy were slowly curling in, revealing more and more of the forbidden fur underneath.

And still, it wasn't enough. Emily was so fucking horny. So wet. Her daughter's hands were small. Slim. Young. It had been so long. She wanted to be filled up. She wanted to feel the pressure of a thick cock pushing at her walls. She begged for more.

"But momma..."

Emily looked down, in a haze. She could make out the fingers. All of them were already in her. But...

"Fist. Make a fist and put it in me, baby."

Holly balked. Her whole fist? Wasn't that too much? Wouldn't she hurt her mom? But as she hesitated her mother only spread her legs further apart and begged. Please. Your fist.

The young girl gulped before slowly sliding out her fingers, slick with her mother's juices. She made a fist and slowly brought it to her mother's opening, just barely hidden by stretched fabric. With yet another pleading moan from her mother she put it against where her fingers had just been and slowly pushed forward.

With gasps of "yes" from her mother Holly slowly applied more force until finally something gave. She gawked as her fist jumped forward and then slowly sank in. Her mother rewarded her with a cry of pleasure followed by strained moans as her steady pressure pushed the fist forward. Even more of the fabric of her mother's panties were pulled along, finally revealing their secrets as the cloth bunched together. Only a thin strip, about the size of one of Holly's fingers, remained covering her mother's pussy.

While the elusive clit was still covered, she could see the smooth, puffy skin of her mother's pussy sticking up from her fur covered crotch. She could see the sides of her mother's opening and the pink coloring that peeked out from the sides of her fist. Whoa. What a way to see your first pussy.

"Pump now, sweetie. Move your fist in and out. Fuck me." The last part was spoken with a force that Holly was unused to hearing. That's not how a mother speaks to her daughter. That's how an adult speaks to another adult. During sex. Holly shivered. It was the first time during their secret touching that she felt like she was actually participating. And so she began to move her fist.

Slowly at first. Small at first. Testing to see how much her mother could take, testing to see what brought her mother the most pleasure. Soon enough she had worked out a rhythm, her fist pumping slowly but surely, in and out of her mother. The constant wetness Emily's pussy supplied was more than enough to handle the combo of fist and cloth that was being forced into her.

She felt like she was on fire. Even with the cloth dampening the sensations she couldn't remember the last time she felt this full. Even her toys couldn't take the place of being touched by another person. To have someone else thrusting in and out of you. She clung to the couch and let out a mixture between a grunt and a moan every time her daughter's fist bottomed out in her. At her insistence of "faster" her noises only became more animal like, ever more intense mixes of noises being forced out of her through her daughter's fist.

Every push forward pulled at the strained fabric, pushing down against her clit. Every push forward dug deep inside her, giving her pleasure she had long forgotten about. Oh fuck, oh fuck. It was going to happen. She was going to cum just from vaginal penetration. She was going to cum from being fisted. She was going to cum from her own daughter sliding her fist in and out of her own mother. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god...

And like an explosion Emily came, animalistic cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room as she writhed around on the couch. Her legs clamped down around her daughter's arm, keeping her stuck. Holly could feel every contraction squeeze her hand, and it almost felt like every squeeze was trying to pull her fist in deeper. With both her mother's legs and pussy having a firm grip on her arm she just watched as her mother moaned and writhed, enjoying the reaction she had been able to create.

Eventually the fire in Emily burned out and she went limp on the couch, gasping for air. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind blank as her body and mind recovered from the pounding she had just received. As her breathing calmed and her senses slowly came back to her she became aware that she still felt full. A glance down reminded her of why: her daughter's fist was still embedded deep within her. She shuddered in an excited perversion as she slowly spread her legs back open and the view tickled her reawakening brain. A small arm was sticking out of her pussy and the thin fabric of her panties was pulled tight, a thin band protecting what little there was of her modesty. And attached to the arm was her daughter, looking up at her expectantly.

"Did I do good, momma?" Holly asked in a bright, happy tone. Not the hushed and ashamed tone Emily might have feared. In fact, despite how taboo and wrong what she had been doing was, she kept finding the fear of being afraid was worse than the actual results of the forbidden touches she shared with her daughter.

"Oh baby. You did great." Emily smiled reached out and rubbed her daughter's head gently. "You can pull out now. Slowly."

Holly grinned. Her mother was always so busy and she never even knew her father. As strange as this situation was, she felt giddy with being acknowledged positively like this. Ok, it was time for her to concentrate on her new task. Both of them watched in perverse awe as Holly's fist slowly slid out. Holly was rewarded with more moans and grunts as her fist rubbed against the sensitive walls of her mother's pussy, Holly's stomach and legs twitching as her insides were slowly put back to normal. Emily grabbed onto the couch and gave one final cry as Holly's fist stretched against her opening before popping out.

As Emily took a few moments to recover Holly kept her eyes fixed on her mother's pussy, now much more visible without a fist inside of it. She took in every detail that wasn't covered by the thin fabric, gasping a bit as she watched the muscles slowly tighten up and the gaping hole she left from her fist sealed most of the way up into a small opening only about as large as her finger. Whoa. Cool. Can vaginas really stretch that much then go back to normal? That made her wonder how far her own pussy might be able to stretch out...

Emily grunted as she slid back up into a sitting position on the couch. Oof. She was going to be sore tomorrow. But for right now, there was something else she needed to do. She patted the couch next to her.

"Come up here, sweetie. It's time for you to get your reward."

Holly giggled excitedly and crawled onto the couch. But rather than her mother slipping her hand into her panties like she expected, her mother slid down the couch and with a few grunts got on her knees facing the couch. She tugged Holly's legs, causing her to slouch in the couch with her legs on either side of her mother. It mirrored the position that she had just been in...her eyes widened.

"Are you going to do that to me too?" Holly was nervous. She wasn't sure that her mother's fist would fit inside her...

Emily just laughed. "No, that would be too much. There is something else I can do that will feel even better than my fingers, though. Trust me?"

Holly nodded, but still had a nervous look on her face.

Emily took a deep breath before reaching forward and grabbing the side of her daughter's panties before pulling them off. What she was about to do was yet another escalation in the inappropriate relations she had been having with her daughter. This was one more bridge she was crossing that would weigh on her mind as well as her soul. Maybe her daughter would hate her later for this. Maybe she could even go to jail for this. But on the other hand...

Her daughter had just had her fist in her pussy. Fuck it.

With a fling of Holly's underwear she was now completely nude. With a gentle push from her mother's hands her legs went up towards her chest, leaving her bare pussy embarrassingly exposed. Holly made an embarrassed whine and covered her face with her hands. Having someone's hands in there with cloth covering the area was one thing. Having her mother's face only a few feet from that area was something completely different.

"Momma..."

Emily shushed her daughter and tugged on her hips, bringing her pussy closer to the edge of the couch.

"Let momma take care of you, honey." And with that Emily leaned forward and planted her face into her daughter's pussy, her tongue reaching out to lap at Holly's clit.

Holly cried out in surprise as the tongue contacted her clit. Oh my gosh. This was completely different than having that area rubbed by a hand. Her mother's tongue was so soft. So warm. And soon it travelled to other places, lapping at the outside and then the inside of her opening. A stream of soft, warm moans came from the young rabbit as her mother lapped at her pussy. She wouldn't mind if the fingering was replaced with this every night. It felt so gooood...

And then another cry came out of her as her mother moved back to her clit, wrapping her lips around it and suckling at the area. Holly reached up to grab at the couch for comfort and support as her legs involuntarily wrapped around her mother's head. She writhed with pleasure and let out loud moans as her clit was sucked. This was so much more intense than being licked or rubbed. It was almost too much. Her mind was short-circuiting with hot sparks. She almost wanted to push her mom's head away, but that moment passed as Emily only doubled her efforts.

Emily used her hands to hold her daughter's hips down to get better aim and suckled harder. The growing intensity of her daughter's moans were like music. Yes, this is it. This was her dear daughter's rewards for doing such a good job with her hands. She was going to take care of her daughter in a way a boy never would. She would drive her daughter crazy with pleasure. Even as her daughter squirmed and tried to pull away she kept at it, giving strong yet consistent suckles.

Soon enough it was Holly's turn to have her own explosive orgasm. She arched her back and screamed out in pleasure. Her fingers dug into the supple couch fabric, seeking any relief from the overwhelming heat burning inside her. Her thighs clamped down around her mother's head.  Her pussy clenched over and over again, every contraction sending an involuntary jolt to her hips that bucked up against Emily's face. Throughout it all Emily let up on the pressure, giving slow licks to the clit to help extend her daughter's orgasm as long as possible.

With one final shuddering moan Holly let go of the couch and let herself fall back, her bare chest and stomach heaving up and down as she gulped in air. Her legs slumped down around her mother's shoulders and she stared blankly at the ceiling. Emily giggled to herself and pulled away, letting her daughter's legs rest on the couch instead. She ran a hand along Holly's stomach and cooed softly at her.

"How did that feel sweetie?"

Holly could only give a soft groan in response. That good, huh? Emily stood up to go turn off the lights and a strange look came over her face. She reached down to feel at her opening...before pulling at her ruined panties, the stretched fabric sliding out of her. Well, so much for that pair. Next time she'll just have to take her panties off before-hand...

She slipped her panties off before going to hit the lights. Back at the couch she pulled her daughter up before sitting next to her. The two spent girls leaned against each other, quickly falling asleep.