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No Ordinary Ex

By: Jemster



"What are you hoping to achieve?" she asked herself. "In sanity's name girl, get a hold of yourself!"

She stared blankly at the email message on her screen. In her direct and witty fashion she had penned an email message to an ex-lover, which sat idly waiting to be sent.

"You're a fool." Exasperated, she hit delete. Again. Each night for 3 nights she had done the same thing. This needing, wanting to re-establish contact after so many years still took her by surprise. She had thought him forgotten, relegated to that dusty place where ex-lovers go, only to be drawn out on those special occasions when you need to re-live a glory moment or visit the pain inflicted by some questionable romance. 

But... he was no ordinary lover. She could still picture every inch of him. Could still smell him, could almost taste him. It had been over 5 years. They had seen each other twice in that time. With new partners both, and all full of that "I'm so happy now, now that I'm not with you" subtext. A pleasant dinner and friendly chats, nothing remarkable but how her skin still burned when he had kissed her goodbye. It was obvious he too felt the pull of their chemistry but just how much, she couldn't be certain. 

It had always been complicated. Either she or he had had a partner each time they connected. Wild sex fuelled by guilt and excitement, exhilarating and degrading all at once. For her, it always came back to the physical pull he had. No other lover, ever, had had this effect on her. He would touch her arm lightly, she would reel at the contact. He would kiss her neck, she would feel instant warmth and wetness between her legs. But at what price this feeling, this intensity? Finally, she had said enough. Enough of the guilt she told him, but even now she had to admit it wasn't really about that. She just couldn't handle the rawness of it all. The blind desperate need of him. The agony when he was with another woman. No jealousy, not that, just agony that his body wasn't touching hers, making her burn from the inside out. 

Ultimately they had had to admit they didn't actually like each other much. She was too 'straight', he was too earthy. She was wine & conversation, gentle philosophy and companionship. He was all beer and Babes, motorbikes and meat. He recoiled when she touched his softer side, withdrawing almost as soon as he let her in. She hated his 'with the guys' persona, his more man than you, who can piss the furthest routines.

And yet still they connected. She remembered the first time they met. It was at a party, at her then boyfriend's boss' house. It was a pool party, though her boyfriend had neglected to tell her that. She had had to borrow a t-shirt from his boss so she could swim with the others. She remembered going upstairs to change, the boss being ever so slightly suggestive. She had stripped to her undies and put on the over-sized t-shirt. In the mirror she saw her breasts clearly outlined under the light material, her nipples hard and inviting. She remembered laughing, despite herself. And then she saw Him. Coming down the stairs, she saw him standing near the front door, having just arrived. A friend called her over to the stereo to help choose some music and as she walked past, he caught her eye. It was like a jolt of electricity, corny but true. Dazed, she had stumbled past and sat in front of the stereo pretending to examine the discs, acutely aware of his presence and her lack of clothing.

Then she was alone, left to choose the next disc. Without looking, she could feel him behind her. She felt a light touch on her neck, hot and fleeting. Scarcely breathing she turned, only to see him walking away.

The next hour had been agony. She didn't even know his name but could feel him down to her soul. Finally, he approached her again. This time she was sitting by the pool, her legs dangling in the cool water, watching the boys play rough with a ball down the other end. The borrowed t-shirt was wet, her breasts even more visible than before. She was grateful that the generous size of the shirt covered her panties. He sat next to her, His thigh touching hers. No small talk, He just let his fingertips lightly brush hers and introduced himself. She gave her name but could barely talk. He was amused at her lack of composure but gently so. To this day she cannot recall a conversation. Her memories are more sensate. His fingers. His broad thighs. His masculine smell. She would never have such an intensely erotic experience again.

It was just a few days before they saw each other again. She had convinced herself it was all in her head, the product of too much wine and the heat of the day. They were all at the pub at the casino. She had come later, she worked at the other end of town. They were all well under when she arrived and inwardly she had groaned at the thought of facing her boyfriend later that night, especially the long drive back to his place. There was no way he was driving home. 

She was at the bar, waiting to be served when she felt that heat on the back of her neck. She turned to find Him there, close. Too close. He said hello and took charge of getting her a drink. They stayed at the bar and the talk turned almost instantly to sex. What he wanted to do to her, what he wanted her to do to him. There was nothing lewd or filthy about it, it was just lust, pure and simple. She couldn't help but respond. She felt the heat in his pants, the telltale bulge prominent and promising. She felt hot and leaned into him, breathing in his masculinity. He was thrown by her responsiveness, as desperate to touch her as she was to touch him. She felt that everyone must be able to see what they were feeling but instead of concerning her, she felt exhilarated. She was sure the barman must know everything. He rested his arm along the front of the bar, manoeuvring himself close to her breasts. Her tight white shirt seemed tighter than ever, her breasts full and straining to be released. He lightly ran his thumb over her left nipple, his other hand casually resting on his cock. His eyes never left hers as he caressed her. She was grateful the bar was so crowded, edging closer to him until she stood between his open legs as he sat on the bar stool. 

She sighed. Why was she revisiting all this? He was long gone. Wasn't he?

She remembered how they had dodged her boyfriend and headed over to reception. His credit card, her acceptance. A short, silent ride up the elevator and then finally, they were behind closed doors. They had stood there silently, immobile for what seemed like eternity and then, from nowhere, there had been an eruption of violent passion, of desperate hands on hot flesh, their clothes pushed aside or carelessly discarded. There was no need for foreplay, the past 3 days of each in their own imagination was foreplay enough, not to mention the scene downstairs. He pushed her up against the wall, forcing her legs apart, entering her wet and waiting cunt, all the while kissing her neck, inhaling her scent. She moved with him, their rhythm immediate and connected. He came in a furious rush, unable to hold back. Shocked and breathless, they had stared at each other. As his cum dripped wetly down her leg, she had realised the only thing she knew about him was his name.

She sighed again and shifted in her seat. She could feel a familiar wetness between her legs and her nipples were aching to be touched. Still she stared at the computer screen, one hand drifting down to her skirt. She lifted her skirt up so she could reach her fingers down into her panties and began to stroke herself. She closed her eyes and imagined him there. He had always been an attentive lover, giving her pleasures no other lover before or since had matched. He would stroke her clitoris, gently teasing and refusing to satisfy until she begged for release. His fingers, first one, and then two inside her. Gently he would suck and lick her, his tongue probing her deepest secrets and always holding a little back, making her writhe and voice her need. He loved to hear her say 'make me cum', 'fuck me now'. He loved to see her gentle and polished exterior disintegrate and be replaced by a desperate and wanton woman. She didn't like to analyse that too much, particularly as she realised how much it also turned her on.

Her breathing became more rapid as she stroked herself, the other hand massaging her erect nipples. Without thought to where she was she inserted two fingers into her cunt and began a more insistent motion. Her fingers slid easily in and out, she was so wet with remembering all that he was, and all that they had done. She paused and raised her fingers to her mouth, slowly, hesitantly licking and tasting her own juices. Half furious with herself, she returned to her fingers to her clitoris and quickened her strokes until she came hard and fast. 

Exhausted, breathless and far from satisfied, she shut down the computer. No good could come of this. No good at all.

No Ordinary Love



She looked at herself in the mirror one last time. Helena applied just a touch more of lipstick before she was finally satisfied with her appearance. She was wearing a long black skirt, deep purple sweater, black stockings and black boots. Her naturally wavy dark brown hair was pulled up on the sides, but she left some curly tendrils on their own. Her friends had called her earlier and asked her to go out with them for dinner and maybe to a club after. She hadn't had any other plans for the evening, so she decided to go. 

She drove into the restaurant parking lot and found most of the spaces filled. "Dammit," she thought to herself. After driving for a few minutes, she came upon an open space only to have someone else drive up to it at the very same moment. Helena put her directional on a moment before the other car and slipped into the space before the other had a chance.

"Ha...try to take my spot, I don't think so Mr. SUV." She said out loud to the reflection in her rearview mirror. 

The other driver sat there and when Helena got out of her car, she noticed the window of the SUV roll down and the driver stuck his head out.

"Hey! You took the spot I was waiting for." He was pissed off.

"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't see anyone's name on it, how silly of me." She was sarcastic in her remark and kept walking. The other driver sped off in search of another parking spot.

She got into the restaurant, checked her coat and made her way to the table her friends were at. "Well, better late than never. We were about to send a search party out for you Helena." Her friend Anne said jokingly.

"I had to fight for a parking space here. Next time, let's carpool, okay?"

Jacob, Anne's boyfriend said, "No kidding? We didn't have any trouble."

"Well, I beat some asshole to the last spot and then he yelled at me for it." She shook her head at the memory. 

Matthew and Lisa walked over to the table with drinks from the bar. "Hey, I told you guys she'd make it. They all thought you weren't going to show up." Lisa gave Helena a hug. 

"You look scrumptious Laina." Matthew had always been a huge flirt. He and Lisa invited everyone to dinner to announce their engagement. Everyone toasted to their friends and they went on to have a wonderful dinner. 

Helena excused herself and walked to the ladies room. She was turning the corner when all of the sudden, someone else turned from the other side and bumped right into her. "Oh, I'm so sorry." Helena looked up to see the SUV guy staring at her.

"You?" 

"You!" She stared right back into his chocolate brown eyes and thought they were the most gorgeous she had ever seen. "Excuse me." She walked around him and to the ladies room. While she was washing her hands, she looked in the mirror and noticed herself blushing. "What the hell is that about?" she thought to herself. "That guy is rude, and obviously doesn't look out for anyone but himself. Stop acting like a schoolgirl!" 

He was standing there when she walked out of the ladies room, leaning against the wall. Helena felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She went to walk past him and back to her friends when he reached out and touched her arm. Helena looked up at him with a surprised look. "Can I help you with something?"

The SUV guy smiled. "Yeah, you could tell me your name."

"Why would I want to do that?" She gave him her most snobbish attitude.

"Because I'll need to know what to moan when we have sex."

Her eyes opened wide. "Excuse me?"

He laughed. "It's a joke. I'm Chris." He reached out to shake her hand and waited for her to do the same, only to be left hanging. "And you are...?"

"Not interested." She turned and walked back to her friends. 

"Laina, how do you feel about going to The Grog?" Lisa asked her when she sat back down at the table. Suddenly, alcohol seemed to be a good idea to her. 

"Sounds good to me." The group headed out and Helena felt someone stare at her when they were waiting for their coats. She looked over and saw Chris at the bar with some friends. He was looking right at her, unabashedly. Anne and Lisa looked over to see what had Helena's attention.

"Oh my God Laina, he's staring right at you." Lisa said.

"I know, don't look back at him. That's the guy from the parking lot."

Lisa hadn't heard her story of the parking lot rumble, so Anne told her about it. "Well, Laina he may be a rude son of a bitch, but damn, he's handsome." Lisa said, giggling with Anne.

Matthew and Jacob walked over with their coats and the five of them left. Helena looked over her shoulder one last time to see Chris smiling at her and raising his drink to her. She felt herself blush from head to toe when his group of friends all looked over at her. The quicker she got out of there, the better. 

Helena got a ride to The Grog (a local pub she and her friends went to often) with Anne and Jacob. She could not get Chris out of her mind and it was really starting to piss her off. Anne turned around to ask her, "So, what's his name?"

Helena was shaken back into reality. "Whose name?"

"The SUV guy." Anne smiled at her, knowing that was who Helena's thoughts were on.

"What makes you think I know his name?"

"Because I saw him follow you from the bathroom. There must have been some sort of confrontation, or he wouldn't have been staring at you and you sure as hell wouldn't be blushing like you are right now."

"Chris." Helena looked back out the window, regretting that Anne knew her so well.

"Laina, he's cute. And he seems to be attracted to you."

Jacob added his two cents worth. "Anyone who isn't blind would be attracted to her. Even when she has that sour expression like the one she has right now." He laughed.

"Thank you Jacob. You guys know that I don't want to be involved with anyone right now. I don't have the time or the patience for it. And, from what I know about this guy...he is DEFINITELY not my type."

Anne countered, "Why not?"

"Because he's arrogant. And rude. And full of himself."

Anne continued for her, "And cute. With gorgeous eyes, an awesome body..."

"How do you know he has an awesome body?"

"Laina, you can tell by the way he carries himself."

Anne turned back around when they got to the pub. Lisa and Matthew had gotten there before the three of them and got a table for everyone. There was a cool band playing live and Helena really liked them. Jacob went and got a round of drinks for everyone and Helena was drinking a Guinness when Lisa tapped her on the shoulder.

"Look who's here." Lisa motioned over to the door.

Helena turned and looked at towards the door and saw Chris and his entourage walk in. She turned back around before he could catch her staring and drank down half of her Guinness. Goddammit, the butterflies were back. She drank the rest of it. Lisa kept looking back to see where Chris was and Helena grabbed her hand.

"Stop looking at him or he's going to know I'm here."

"And that would be a bad thing how?"

Helena just shook her head as the alcohol was taking effect over her body. She didn't drink often, so when she did it hit her fast. She got up to go to the bar for another and asked if anyone else wanted something while she was going. Matthew offered to go with as everyone wanted something else. There was no way Helena would make it back to the table with five drinks feeling as tipsy as she was. While they were waiting for the bartender to take their order, Helena saw Chris. She turned to Matthew. "If he comes over here, pretend that I'm here with you, okay?"

"Laina, you ARE here with me."

She rolled her eyes. "I know that, but I mean pretend like we're together...like a couple, okay?"

"My pleasure." Matthew smiled at her and put his arm around her waist.

Just as she figured, Chris saw her and walked up to them. "Hello again." He practically yelled over the noise of the band and patrons. 

Helena looked over and tried to act nonchalant. "Hello." She smiled at him and then turned back to talk to Matthew.

Chris laughed and gave his order to the bartender. While he was waiting, one of his friends came up to him. "Hey man, Mike wants an ice water." 

Chris responded, "Yeah, okay."

His friend leaned over to say something right in Chris' ear. "Hey, isn't that the one from the parking lot and the restaurant?"

"Yup."

"Dude, she's here with someone."

"Yup."

"Ha! You are so not gonna get her number now."

"You think so, huh?"

"Well, since you don't even know her name. Yeah, I'd say it was a pretty good bet that you won't."

"Yeah, whatever." Chris couldn't stop thinking about her since he saw her walk away from him in the parking lot. She was so beautiful and so full of attitude. He didn't know what attracted him more to her. When he saw her at the bar with another guy, his heart sank. But he was determined to find out her name. Hell, he was determined to wake up next to her tomorrow morning.

He tapped her on her shoulder. "You still haven't told me your name."

Helena smiled sweetly at him. "You're right." She took her drink and walked back to their table with Matthew.

"Holy shit! She totally spanked ya!"

"Shut up Joey." Chris took their drinks and followed Joey to where their friends were.

While the band had finished their set and were waiting to begin the next one, people got up and danced to music from the DJ. Lisa, Anne and Helena got up and were dancing together. The three of them were pretty much lit and they were really getting into the music, dancing suggestively with one another. They knew that men were staring at them and that only encouraged them. Matthew and Jacob watched them from the bar, both enjoying the show. 

Chris' friend Joey and two other guys were dancing too and they kept moving closer and closer to the girls. When Matthew and Jacob saw that, they decided to get over there and make sure no one tried anything with the girls. Anne and Lisa started dancing with their boyfriends and Helena, in her drunken state, decided to piss Chris off and dance with Joey. They were dancing very close to one another and Helena was enjoying every minute of the attention Joey was giving her. He leaned over and asked her, "What's your name?" 

She asked, "What's yours?"

"Joey."

"Well, Joey, I'd tell you my name, but I know you're only going to tell Chris." She smiled up at him.

"No, I won't. I promise." 

Damn, he was sexy and him grinding into her was slowly driving Helena insane. "Helena."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you, I'll make sure to let my parents know you appreciate it."

Joey laughed. "You're a smartass. I like that."

She needed a break...and something to drink. She excused herself and walked to the bar. Joey found someone else to dance with while she was gone. Helena asked the bartender for a water and went to pay for it. The bartender gave her the money back. "Your tab is taken care of already."

"It is? By who?"

The bartender pointed over to Chris, who was talking to his friends. "Him."

For a moment, she smiled. She didn't know what he was up to, but she was going to find out. She walked over to his table before her liquid courage was gone. She tapped Chris on his shoulder. "Thank you." She said loudly over the music.

3Chris looked up at her. "You're welcome. I felt I owed you that much." He pulled out a seat for her and she sat down next to him. His friends had gone on with their conversation while Chris now directed his attention to Helena.

"Why are you doing this?" She leaned in to say that close to his ear. Feeling her breath on his neck made Chris shiver.

He leaned towards her. "Because you still haven't told me your name." Her eyes closed automatically when she heard his voice so close to her and felt him breathe on her neck. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or not, but she was becoming more and more attracted to him and it was driving her insane.

"Helena. My name is Helena." She looked directly in his eyes. There were more beautiful than she remembered. 

"That wasn't so difficult, was it?" He smiled at her and she felt her heart beat faster.

"Dance with me." She got up and took his hand leading him to the dance floor. The sound of Sade's 'No Ordinary Love' filled the room. Helena was staring into Chris' eyes as they danced, their bodies moving together. His hands were roaming over her back, pulling her closer to him. She was holding his upper arms, more for support than anything else. The intense look in his eyes made her knees go weak and she was holding onto him to keep herself on her feet. 

Just when she thought she had her wits about her, Chris leaned down and kissed her lips softly. He pulled his head back and looked at her for any type of response, hoping she wouldn't hit him. Helena surprised both Chris and herself when she pulled his head towards hers gently and kissed him. She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue, then slowly slipped her tongue past his lips. That was all the encouragement Chris needed. He deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue while he pulled her body close to his. She was running her fingers through his hair and moaned softly into his mouth. They were unaware of anyone else around them, getting lost in one another. 

Helena broke this kiss and both tried to catch their breath. Chris didn't think it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful with her tousled hair, blushing cheeks and swollen lips from his kiss. She whispered in his ear, "I'll be right back."

He watched as she walked over to her friend's table. She leaned down to tell one of her friend's something, then grabbed her jacket and purse and walked back over to Chris. He looked at her and wondered what she was doing.

"I need a ride home. My car is back at the restaurant."

Chris got his jacket and the two walked out to his truck. Chris held her hand and went to open the door for her when she turned toward him and kissed him again. He leaned her up against the side of the truck and kissed her deeper than before. When he broke the kiss, she was breathless. They finally got into the truck and she gave him directions to get to her apartment. While he was driving, he reached his right hand over to hold her left. He rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. She looked over at him and he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. 

Once at her apartment, Chris got out and walked Helena to her door. They kissed once more. Chris looked into her eyes and Helena felt weak again. "I want to see you again. A real date."

She smiled. "Why?"

"Because I don't think you'll like it if I stalk you."

"Is it stalking if the person who's being stalked is a willing participant?" With that being said, she turned to unlock her door and opened it. Chris was ready for her to say goodnight, and was completely thrown for a loop when she took his hand and led him inside. Once the door was closed, they kissed hungrily, neither wanting it to end. 

Somehow, they made it to Helena's bedroom and before she knew it, she was in only her purple silk bra and panties. She was siting on the edge of her bed, and Chris standing in front of her. She reached up and lifted his sweater off, dropping it to the floor. She then untucked the tee-shirt he had on underneath and took that off. Her hands wandered down his bare chest, her fingers tracing every muscle. She finally reached his pants and looked up at him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. While she was kissing him back, she unbuckled his belt, then the button of his pants and finally pulled the zipper down. She could feel his erection growing with each move she made. It started at The Grog when they were dancing and she wanted to please him desperately. After their kiss ended, he kept his eyes on hers as she bit her bottom lip. She slid her hands under the waist of his pants, then his boxer briefs and slowly slid his pants down and off.

Helena took his hard cock in her hand and began stroking him. When she heard Chris moan softly, she knew he wanted more. She licked the head with the tip of her tongue, swirling his precum around while she stroked the base of his cock. Chris' fingers were running through her hair as she slid him deeper into her mouth, sucking more aggressively. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft as her hands rubbed the inside of his thighs seductively. She took a deep breath, looked up at him and then took him all the way into her mouth. She felt the head of his cock in her throat and her lips were at the base. Chris felt his knees weaken. 

"Oh God Laina...please...mmmm...don't stop baby."

She slowly took him out of her mouth, her tongue dragging up the underside of his throbbing cock. Before she could do anything else, Chris leaned down and kissed her hard, nibbling on her lips. There was no way he was going to lose his control this quickly. They moved up onto her bed and Helena laid on her back with Chris on top of her. He unclasped her bra and took it off of her, kissing her shoulders as he slid the straps down. He ran his tongue down between her breasts and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue while he massaged her left. He then switched, taking her left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. He blew lightly on it, making it harden even more. She felt goosebumps form everywhere as she watched him explore her body.

Helena had never done something like this before. She never picked someone up at a bar and took them home. But there was something about Chris that she just couldn't resist. When he looked at her and smiled, she felt all of her resolve melt away. She was definitely in trouble. 

Her mind came crashing back into reality when she felt his tongue lick her clit. Instinctively, she arched her back off the bed and gasped. Chris looked up at her and made eye contact. The look in his eyes was one of pure sexual desire. He kept his eyes on hers as he kept licking her wet folds and he inserted his finger inside her.

"I can't believe how wet you are for me baby." He slid another finger inside of her and slowly began to finger fuck her while he licked and sucked on her lips and clit. "You taste so good...so sweet."

Before she knew it, she was cumming in his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his head closer to her. When he felt her muscles starting to contract, he slid a third finger inside of her. Helena lost all control and finally found her release, coating Chris' mouth and lips with her cum. He gently kissed her skin and licked up her wetness from her thighs while he massaged the backs of them.

Helena guided Chris up to meet her face to face and kissed him, licking her juices off his chin, the corners of his mouth and finally his lips. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, tasting herself. It turned on even more, if that was possible, to taste herself on him. She rolled them both over so she was on top of him and kissed him again. She licked his neck from his shoulder to his ear. She traced the edge of his ear with the tip of her tongue from the bottom to the top then whispered to him, "I want you inside me so badly Chris...please baby."

Chris' cock was throbbing so much for Helena it hurt. She reached down between them and took him in her hand. She stroked him and rubbed her clit with the head of his cock. Chris closed his eyes and moaned at the intimate touch. Not being able to wait anymore, he grabbed her ass and pulled her down onto him hard.

"Oh God Chris!" Helena yelled out in pleasure.

"Come on baby, fuck me..." He said to her breathlessly.

Helena leaned forward, took his wrists in her hands and held them over his head as she moved her hips against him. She was in control now, and Chris was turned on even more at her aggressiveness. He leaned his head forward and kissed her deeply, shoving his tongue into her mouth as his cock pounded in and out of her. 




No Ordinary Love



This series of letters, notes, and cards covers an intimate and remarkable journey between myself, and my 19-year-old daughter, Beth. The correspondence details the origins of my forbidden love affair that truly changed the course of my life.

The origins of our relationship can be traced back to the fall of 1986, when Beth was a sophomore at a small liberal arts college in Ohio, two hours away from me. I've been lucky enough to have a comfortable lifestyle as a CPA, and if it matters, I am a naturally blessed voluptuous brunette who could stand to lose a few extra pounds. I've been single for most of my adult life, as Beth's father was a drunken fool I lost my virginity to when I was 17. At 36, I vowed to quit dating when Beth came home to spend the summer at home. Like myself, Beth is a shapely, curvy young woman that is naturally blond with skin of a deep golden hue. I've always admired her exotic looks... her hair, lengthy and glowing, falling straight down her back. Her brown eyes exuded a confidence I never knew how much I missed until she was gone. 

Until now, my sex life was pretty much non-existent, literally. Aside from a meaningless tryst in the back seat of Beth's' father's car when I was 17, and a brief and empty fling with my boss when I was 25, it was rather dull. Romance and sex were just something I always linked heartache to.    

I can't pinpoint the exact date as to when Beth and I's relationship took the turn, but I do distinctly recall the day she left for college, so young and naive at just 18. I cried myself to sleep every night for a week, desperately missing the joyful presence of Beth's radiance she brought to our home. In my heartache, I put my anguish to words in a series of letters to her.       

A 'Miss You' card to Beth from me, dated Sep. 8, 1986.

"Dear Beth,

I can't tell you how much I miss you already. Seeing you leave yesterday was agonizing to say the least, and I spent the better part of the night crying myself to sleep. I know, you must think your mom is a nutty old hag. Believe me, I thought so too. But I think this summer was a great one by all means. I really enjoyed having my baby home with me, and felt that we grew closer on so many levels. 

I'm happy that you enjoyed the pool so much this summer, honey. It was expensive, but well worth it by seeing the happy look on your face. Your tan looks great, and I know the boys will be drooling all over you when you return to classes.

Must go for now, baby girl. I love you, and be safe.

XOXOXO's Mom"

I got a 'Thank You' card from her, dated Sep 21, 1986. A bouquet of white and pink roses was delivered the same day.

"Mom,

Thanks for the letter and check for $30. I wanted to spend it all on you with the flowers. I hope they made it to you today. Lemme know, okay? Anyway, I am busy right now with a lot of silly stuff right now, but thanks for the pool. It was awesome! 


No boys right now. Just too busy. But no, you are NOT a old nutty hag! Quit saying that! You're awesome, and you know it. Every man in Cincinnati would die to just get a date with you, so quit thinking negative stuff please!! And by the way, you looked great in that two piece we bought at JCPenny. Dad lost the best girl he ever had when he left us. What a jerk. I hope I never see him again.

Anyway, I miss you too Mom. Write or call when you can. Hearing from you always makes me smile.

Love,

Beth."

I quickly wrote her back, dated October 1, 1986.

"Baby girl,

Your flowers made me cry for what felt like hours. You truly made my day, and I cannot thank you enough. I called last night and left a message with Teresa, and she said you were at Initiation. But I just wanted you to know how dear you are to me, and that you will always be my most cherished girl. You made me feel special again, and I love you even more. 

It's hard for me to put to words how exhausting and lonely the last few years have been for me. Not to burden you with more problems (because your studies come first), but now that you are older, I pray that you can see things from a woman's perspective now. One day, I hope we can share many more things about what exactly happened when your father disowned you, but know that for now, you are the one special person in my life. You're so beautiful and when I look at you, I glow inside knowing that you are happy and that you will have a sweet extraordinary life. I pray that whoever you eventually fall in love with, that he or she can appreciate the gentle radiance of your heart.

You would make any mother proud.

I love you so very much,

Mom"

Thankfully, I received another letter from her, dated October 6, 1986           "MOM!!

Thanks for the sweet note, but when you said "he or she", I kinda freaked a little. What exactly did you mean, he or she? I love you too, but I showed your letter to Teresa, and she said maybe you got confused or something.

I gotta go for now and get ready for another study group tonight. Wish me luck! XOXO's

Beth"

Upon receiving her letter, I decided to call Beth that night around 10pm. 

Our conversation followed as such:

"Hello?" answered Beth.

"Hey sweetie!" I replied in cheer.

"Hey mom." Said Beth in an uneasy tone.

Like a good mother, I immediately picked up on my child's uncertain tone. 

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Just tired mostly." She answered.

"You getting enough sleep, baby?" I started with the typical question.

"Yea."

An ambiguous silence followed, as I knew something was wrong.

"Sweetheart, what is it? I can tell you're not you." I voiced.

"Nothing, really..." Beth started before I interrupted.

"Honey, this is your mom, and I know when something's wrong. Remember we agreed; no secrets or lies?"

Thankfully, my instincts proved true as I could literally hear my daughter's resistance melt away.

"Mom, I'm just... its just hard to explain."

Sitting up in bed, I nervously twisting the phone cord in my fingers. 

"Do you need me to come down?" I immediately asked.

"No. Well, maybe-- I don't know." Stammered my daughter, clearly uneasy with speaking with me.

For a fleeting, but exciting second, I recognized my daughter's tone. Remembering back to the summer when I overheard Beth on the phone, I recalled the same tone in Beth's voice as she talked with a boy who was interested in dating her. I abruptly caught my breath, thinking for just a split second that this conversation sounded much like an exotic romantic affair. That morbid thought was quickly cursed in my mind as I did my best to focus on the topic at hand.

"Look," I started. "Whatever it is honey, you can tell me. If you need me to come down and just be there with you, I'll leave right now. All you have to do is tell me." 

"Oh, mom." Beth cried in her helpless voice.

My heart melted hearing my girl's obvious heartache. 

"Listen, I'm leaving now." I said. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Really?" Beth asked in almost a begging tone.

"Yes, really." I replied. "You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you." 

"That's what makes you so wonderful, mother." Beth answered, sniffling her tears.

"Mother? She's never called me THAT before." I told myself as I tried to slip out from under my covers to get ready. "Just let her be." I told myself.

"Let me go so I can get dressed honey, okay?" I suggested.

"Okay. I'll tell the house mom you're coming." Replied Beth.

"Just relax and lay down. I'll be there in a couple of hours, okay?" 

"Okay. Thanks, mom. Really. I just... I just really need you right now."

"Oh sweetie," I said as I thankfully stepped back into the role as nurturer and caretaker for my beloved daughter.

I immediately dressed myself in jeans and my wrinkled blouse I wore that day, before making a mad dash to my car. Before long, I was on my way to console whatever it was that troubled my dear daughter. About an hour into the lonely trip, that same cursed thought slithered back into my mind... that sweet memory of hearing Beth's alluring voice on the phone with that boy. Gripping the wheel in self imposed animosity and guilt; I did my best to forbid thinking of my lovely daughter like this... 

Rubbing my forehead in crushing guilt, a charming memory came to mind of last summer. It was shortly after the pool was finished, and Beth was standing at the end of our brand new swimming pool in her glorious two piece black bikini. She had just dived into the deep end, and crawled out to jump back in when she reached behind her to wrangle her drawn-out, soggy blond locks. I had no intention of looking at Beth in such a way. I just happened to pass by the sliding glass doors when out of the corner of my eye; a sparkling glimmer of light caught my eye. It was one of those moments where something just felt so right, forcing one to stop and look. Its something only a woman can understand... that moment when fondness and passion reaches out, and grabs your heart in unwitting fate.

I stopped to watch the afternoon sun hit the glistening beads of water trickling down from Beth's shapely, buxom body. I gasped; feeling like someone had just shot me in the stomach-- that pang of profound attraction and splintering guilt. I felt paralyzed, completely transfixed on the sight of that deep tan flesh... luckily, Beth's back was to me as she stretched out her arms, slightly bowing her back like some Goddess of pure sexuality. Holding my breath, my hand covered my mouth as if some involuntary reflex to stop my immoral thoughts.

My heart raced, admiring the high cut of Beth's bikini, how it emphasized her savory wide hips... how the damp black material ascended from the golden spheres of soaked ass to cuddle that small waist... I sighed as my eyes strayed along Beth's back, so perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. The sight of her wet mahogany skin left me alone with all my thoughts of wondrous sin and eroticism. Never before had I thought of a woman in such a way, let alone my beautifully tanned daughter. It was as if Heaven's gates opened my eyes to unfurl my true, indisputable destiny... Had I really become a lesbian in that fraction of a second? Never before had I been remotely attracted to a woman before. But as I thought about it, I seemed to remember having a crush on a female camp leader when I was younger. It was fantastically amazing how my mind seemed to open right up, suddenly remembering all the other moments throughout my life when I would briefly catch a fleeting glance of a gorgeous woman. I started to think back to some women at work I had particular sentiments to. My eyes blinked, even thinking back to my own mother, and how awe-inspiring her hourglass figure was.

A barrage of sensual imagery filled my mind... sleek wide hips, bountiful healthy breasts... smooth, glossy skin and long graceful hair to comb my appreciative fingers through. My imagination of Beth's magnificence triggered something inside, a realization of closeness and unquestionable destiny. I clearly recall sensing my sexuality awaken once more, something I had denied for too many years. But in looking back, my sexuality never really came alive in the first place. 

"No!" I screamed, hitting the steering wheel in madness. I told myself it was destructive for thinking such things.

I was a god fearing, church going woman. I did everything by the book. How on earth could I entertain such a morbid thought? And why on earth did this emotional fantasy cry out to me in such a hedonistic tone? My mind battled the rights and wrongs of such a coupling. For the remainder of the trip, all I could see in my mind was Beth's gloriously beige body standing at the pool... how could anyone in their right mind resist such a shapely vixen as my daughter? 

Upon arriving at Beth's sorority house, I was met by the housemother, who told her Beth was getting her bags ready. "This must be big news to have Beth packing her bags." I thought to myself as I made her way upstairs to her room. Walking in to find Beth zipping her luggage, I raced in as Beth turned to embrace me in a sweeping welcome... aghast by the intensity of her embrace, I thought that our reunion could've topped any romantic epic film, it was that powerful. Beth reveled in my warm proximity, locking herself to me with every ounce of her being. If it hadn't been for the fact that I was her mother, my mouth would have been passionately sealed to hers with breathless hunger.

"Oh, honey. What is it? What happened?" I softly asked, unsure of how intimately my arms wrapped about the small of Beth's waist.

My heart fluttered, shamefully enjoying my daughter's buxom flesh in my grip. I sighed, trying to cast out those fiendish thoughts of salacious incest.

"I had a fight with Teresa." Beth sobbed against her my shoulder. "We broke up."

"Teresa, you mean your roommate honey?" I asked.

"She's... Oh God, mom, I don't know." Replied Beth. "She's my... she and I were girlfriends. We're lovers, mom." 

My heart deadlocked in trauma, not by the fact my daughter was a lesbian, but by the notion that perhaps I could entice Beth into my bed as an actual lover.

"Oh, honey, it's alright." I replied, lovingly stroking her long silky blonde hair.

"You're not mad that I'm gay?" Beth whimpered, leaning back with her teary eyes gazing into mine.

"Not at all." I assured her. "I think it's beautiful if you want to know the truth."

"Really?" Beth said, wiping her eyes. "I thought for sure you'd be mad at me."

"Nope." I said with an assuring smile of hope. "Whoever this Teresa is, she hasn't one clue what she's missing out on." 

Tears stung Beth's eyes as she fell into my arms once more. Just hearing those familiar words of confidence gave Beth the hope she needed to get beyond the heartache at hand. 

"God, mom, you're the best." Beth said, tightening her hold around the loving warmth of my devoted embrace.

"Well, no one hurts my baby girl like that." I whispered, basking in the nearness of my beloved daughter. "Come on and get your things. We'll go get a hotel for the night and relax."

Driving into the nearby town that hosted the college, I stepped into full mother mode, taking every precautionary step in ensuring my daughter was accommodated. Beth loved going to hotels as a child, and I could see that she still did as we stepped into the whirlpool suite I had requested. Beth was giddy as she inspected the plush three-room suite, finally finding the king-size bed that awaited her shapely body. Lying on her back, Beth let out a sigh of relief, stretching her limbs out in exquisite relaxation.

"You like?" I asked as I unpacked Beth's clothes into the drawers.

"God yes. This is awesome, mom. I've wanted to stay here since I started school." Beth replied, flipping over on her side.

"I guess it's too late for a swim, huh?" Beth added as her right hand came to rest atop the crest of her elevated hip.

Glancing back at her, I noticed the curvaceous contour between her hips and provocative chest. Even in her sweater and jeans, Beth looked simply amazing. Not the typical rail thin woman, or model-esque type, Beth's hourglass body held stunning curves that would drive any man or woman wild with pure lust. I just hoped that in some uncanny way, she found me just as appealing. The struggle within didn't go away as I had hoped... in fact, it was just beginning to nurture itself inside my tender heart.

"We can swim tomorrow baby." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed, glowing with a motherly smile. "Why don't you get into your PJ's and come to bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"No." Beth adamantly said, sitting up. "I mean, I just... I don't know. I was hoping I could sleep with you tonight. Like I did when I was little. If that's okay."

"Of course it is, love." I replied lying my hand atop Beth's gently.

I couldn't believe how straightforward I was becoming.

"Oh, mom." Beth began. "I've missed these times we had. I want to move back home to be with you."

Oh my God... her words reached through the mists of guilt and heartache, grabbing my heart without regard.

"Well, one thing at a time sweetie." I nervously said as Beth began caressing her my trembling hand. "Let's just get through tonight and we'll talk all you want tomorrow."  With a blissful smile, Beth nodded as she crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom to change. There I sat sat, briefly vacant as I contemplated Beth coming back home. "It would be nice." I thought while I changed into my flannel nightgown, crawling under the plush sheets. Turning off the bedside night-light, I laid on my side as an another throng of images and thoughts raced through my head. The silent whispers of committing incest with my very own daughter were growing into clear, tangible voices now. 

Hearing the bathroom door open, I peeked up to see Beth walking back into the bedroom, dressed in an oversized football jersey of her college. Her body was backlit by the exterior parking lot lights from outside, accenting Beth's thick glossy thighs and caramel legs. An abrupt image of my mouth clinging to her beige thigh captured my heart. Fighting it again by closing my eyes, I sighed heavily, exhausted by the persisting conflict raging in my mind. It was then I felt Beth crawl into bed with me.

"Mom?" Beth quietly said.

"Yea, honey?" I replied.

"Can you hold me tonight?" Beth asked in a despondent tone.

How could I say no?

"Absolutely." I answered, sliding over to meet Beth in the middle of the spacious our bed.

The mere contact of my body with Beth's shot my pulse sky high. Beth nestled on her side, snuggling her soft wide ass up against my aroused, moistened groin. I silently prayed for forgiveness, feeling a person's body beside mine for the first time in over 10 years. Suppressing a sigh of total devotion, I held my hands back from resting them anywhere near her erogenous zones. 

"Here." Started Beth as she reached behind me, taking my arm to bring it around her chest and small waist. "Uhmm. That's perfect... just like when I was little."

An inaudible gasp of sheer astonishment drifted from my mouth. My right hand nestled amidst Beth's fleshy bosom while my left arm gladly stood in for a pillow for my beloved.

"That's nice, isn't it?" Beth peacefully asked me.

"Yea." I replied in an unsteady voice.

"What's wrong, mom?" asked Beth.

"Nothing." I quickly replied, shooting down my soaring hope of experiencing pure unadulterated incest with my full-bosomed vixen.

"You're just not that little girl I used to hold years ago." I managed to reply, trying to keep my face back from Beth's floral scented hair.

It smelled wonderful... intoxicating... pure.

"I'm a woman now." Beth added, entwining her hands with mine. 

For some extraordinary reason, I knew exactly what to say, and how to say it.

"And a beautiful woman at that." I voiced, fondling my daughter's delicate hand.

"Thank you, mom." Beth said in her soft voice. "But you gave it to me."

"Nonsense." I shot back, getting more comfortable behind my daughter's full-figured body.

"No really, mom. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Dad was such a fool for leaving you." Beth added. "I hope I'm lucky enough to marry a woman as beautiful as you someday."

This was teetering on sheer narcosis for me. How could my daughter consider such a thing, let alone put it to words?

"Marry?" I stammered as I felt the age-old stirrings of love, lust, and passions grasp my soul.

"Yea." Beth answered with assurance. "In fact, that's why I fell for Teresa was because she reminded me so much of you. I mean, if that's okay to admit, mom."

"Yea." I somehow replied. "I guess so."

"Am I making you nervous, mom?" Beth asked, as she looked back at my face, now flush with expectation. 

The room was dark except for the tiny slivers of the security lights outside, but as my eyes got used to the dark, they could clearly see Beth without any effort. Ironic how everything seemed to become so much clearer with each passing moment.




No Ordinary Love



"No, not really. I mean... it's just the first time I've ever had a real lesbian in my arms." I confessed.

"Does it scare you?" Beth urged as our eyes met together in truthful longing.

Somehow, I knew my reply before she even asked.

"No." I unabashedly admitted in a low, sensuous tone.

"Mom." Beth softly mouthed, lifting her left hand to brush Barbara's face.   

"You're the reason I wanted to be a lesbian." Beth said. "Growing up with you, always seeing how beautiful you were... its what every girl could ever hope to have."

"Oh my God." I gasped. "Me?"

Beth slowly nodded yes; keeping her eyes transfixed upon her mine. I couldn't believe the remarkable words that were coming from my daughter's mouth. As shocking and as immoral as they were, they somehow made complete sense to me.

"In fact, I'd probably ask to kiss you right now if you weren't my mother." Beth continued. "Not that I haven't thought about it though."

"I have too." I finally admitted, yielding to the tidal wave of emotion and need she felt inside.

The two of us were venturing into the complete unknown... this was undiscovered territory for us. Yet somehow, something inside me said it was worth risking everything for.

Beth's fingers remained upon my blushing cheek, sharing a timeless gaze of realization and truth. 

"You... so you've thought about me?" Beth beckoned in a softer tone.

With that, I raised her hand to lightly grasp her daughter's as she nodded "yes" with certainty.

"We could... they would throw us in jail for it." Beth added.

"I don't care." I said. "I'd spend the rest of my life in jail for you."

My words melted Beth's heart. They were healing in a way... soothing to hear, and so right. 

"Oh, mom." Beth uttered, adoring my supple face with years of hope and ambition serving as her only inspiration.

"I've always loved you... not as your daughter, but as a woman." Beth ultimately acknowledged. "For so long... so long."

My breath grew shallow, feeling myself inadvertently inching closer towards the full sweet lips that awaited a mother's kiss.

"I want to kiss you." I calmly spoke.

"I want you to." Replied her motionless daughter.

"Ooohhh." I sighed in aching passion. This was the one moment I had dreamt of for far to long.

Like a frightened child, my fingers crept up to graze Beth's full, saturated lips. My line of sight bounced back and forth between Beth's sapphire eyes and the lips that I wanted to drink the forbidden elixir of exquisite incest from. 

"My beautiful mother." Beth breathlessly pledged, feeling her mother's graceful touch. 

"God, even that sounds so fucking sexy." I thought to myself as she continued exploring her child's lips. 

Our misty eyes converged once more as our mouths willingly seared together. I felt the piercing sword of lust and eroticism stab my very soul as we shared our very first kiss as wanton lovers. For me, it had been the one unobtainable dream I knew would never come true... yet here, in this darkened hotel room at 2:17am on a cold autumn night, a mother and her daughter rescued one another in the purest sense. That thought alone stripped away any resistance to this magnificent accomplishment of divine incest. 

The angels of kismet had led us to the warmth of each other's arms...  

I relished the dripping benediction of my daughter's tender lips. I had never felt anything so soft before... so luscious. That added to the fact that I was sharing my first kiss with a woman was one thing, but the sordid knowledge that it was my own daughter was something my mind simply could not grasp. It was magnificent... poignant, and so sensual.

Beth drew upon my inspirations, suckling the lips of her professed lifelong hero, me of all people. Beth blessed my mouth with the finesse I had sought for so long. My right hand turned so to stroke Beth's youthful face with the backs of her fingers, savoring Beth's boiling saliva. Gradually, I felt her demure hand touch mine, gingerly guiding it to her mouth to lovingly kiss each digit carefully... slowly... and so affectionately. Our faces drifted together as I watched Beth's perpetual devotion in silent awe.

"I've always wanted to do this." Beth confessed, tenderly suckling each finger as if delicious morsels of the most cherished cuisine. 

"Oh my God." I breathlessly whispered as my mouth fell agape.

"I watched these hands raise me." Beth continued, murmuring between each yearning kiss. "Nurture me... loving me all these years."

Bending my hand about, she painstakingly bathed the inside of my palm with her tongue. Both of her lissome hands cradled mine, falling into a mystical trance as she molded my entire palm to her face, whimpering in intoxicating ebullience. All I could do was endure the magical hex my daughter had cast over me with these kisses.  

"My beautiful mother." Moaned Beth, lustfully worshipping my hand.

I had never witnessed such pure eroticism before. Never again would I think that something as plain and ordinary as a hand couldn't be considered a beautiful thing. Beth was redefining salaciousness and love with each passing moment.     

I let go and wrapped my arms around Beth's neck, falling into a commanding embrace as Beth's mouth muffled mine with resounding moans. Bending my neck for a deeper kiss, I gave Beth full access to plunge her tongue throughout my open mouth. She took full advantage of my submission, thrashing her tongue from top to bottom, licking my inner cheeks and teeth before drawing in my lower lip in hypnotizing lust. I buckled beneath the eagerness of my child, giving into to whatever impulse she so craved.

I was aghast by her salacious courage. My neck fell back, casting itself vulnerable for another taste. Crazed by the countless hopes and fantasies, Beth sank in, sealing her mouth to my neck. I howled, clutching the flimsy football jersey on her shoulders, tearing it from her flesh. Our intensity exploded, as Beth sank her teeth deeper, hungrily suckling my skin. I grinned as I imagined a dark hickey on my neck... wanting to walk about in public for everyone to see. If those wandering eyes only knew it was my very own daughter that gave me this savage mark. 

I wanted the world to know I had finally met my soul mate.

"Fuck!" I yelped, feeling Beth's tongue thrash across my neck. 

I think my throaty cry fueled Beth's flames even more. Lifting me, Beth dismounted my battered neck to pull the flannel nightgown from my body. 

Like a misty eyed savage, Beth growled; "I want you naked."

Angrily tugging my gown, she ripped part of it off as we both carelessly flung it to the floor before I clutched Beth's jersey, lifting it over her head so to free the body she wanted so badly. I'll never forget her sexy sigh as that jersey finally slipped over her arms, revealing the most superb body my eyes had ever seen.

"I have no clue why you wear these old maid gowns." Beth whispered. "You have too sexy of a body for those."   

We both took in the full sight of each other's flawless nudity. On her knees, Beth was taken by the wholesome spectacle of my full, motherly breasts. My sights were cemented on how proportioned Beth truly was... the fact such a Goddess was spawned from my own womb left me a zombie... I had truly created a work of art... a statuesque, curvaceous woman that actually wanted me. Those large, robust breasts that teemed with vitality... a smooth flat stomach that splendidly accented the ripe flair of Beth's fertile hips. I reached for her, feathering my fingertips along the width of Beth's hips with a paralyzed expression of utter incredulity. For an unexplained reason, all I could think was how fertile my daughter looked.

"Mother." Whispered Beth in a needful tone.

Looking up, I glowed with unconditional veneration for my daughter.

"Tonight will change everything. You know that, right?" Beth asked, crawling to me as I clasped her waist, snuggling my face against Beth's ripe abdomen.

"Oh, sweetie... it'll only change things for the better." I answered, turning to plant a supple kiss upon Beth's quivering stomach. "How could this be so wrong?" 

Beth exhaled, closing her eyes as she cradled my head in her palms, combing my lengthy brown tresses like sacred threads of the purest fabric. I gazed upward as Beth lowered her chest, surrounding my face with those large, invigorating breasts. Feeling the velvety smoothness of my child's life force pressing the sides of my face, I wanted lost myself amidst the buxom flesh. 

Beth shuddered seeing my face in her burrowed cleavage.  

"Oh, mother." Beth could barely say. "You're soooooo beautiful."

My eyelids fluttered, inebriated by the fact that I was surrounded by two of the most delicious breasts I had ever seen. How could any woman refuse such bliss? Such sanctity?

I leaned back as my lips parted, slowly bridging the gap of emptiness between my mouth and her hardened nipple. I shivered, slowly savoring the warm skin. I actually had a woman's breast in my mouth... both of us couldn't believe the utter magnificence of this moment.  Sipping the vast areola of my offspring's left breast, my tongue twined about the swollen nipple before lowering my jaw to inhale as much breast flesh as I could possibly devour. Beth sighed in release as my cheeks caved in, taking in even more flesh. I flattened my tongue across the solid nipple, lapping at it with the fire and intensity of a thousand women. Beth gazed down and nearly cried at the divine vista... her mother was slurping her own breast... who would have ever thought this could have happened?

It was my first taste of something so heavenly. It wasn't clumsy or frivolous... every bit of it came naturally to me as age old instincts took hold, hoping that in some way, a drop of milk would fall into my famished mouth. And below that was another sacred voyage taking place... my hands had found themselves fixed upon Beth's juicy thighs. On incestuous impulse, I began massaging the rich fullness of those smooth thighs before crawling behind her to explore the spherical largeness of Beth's lustrous ass. Careful not to disturb the cheeks' exquisite form, I slowly began to trace the all-embracing outline of her lavish ass. I was quickly becoming a fan of all things round and succulent. All I kept remembering was that day at the pool, and how much I wanted that ass on that hot summer that day. And here it was... finally within my grasp.

"Oh, mother." Cooed Beth once more as I moaned in garbled approval. I really started to enjoy being called 'mother' during this night of discovery and fulfillment. It just sounded so incredibly sexy. "My dear sweet mother." Beth breathlessly uttered. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted this, and wanted to taste this mouth-watering ass. Leaning forward and opening my mouth, I gave in and softly pressed my anxious lips to the soft mass with an opened mouth kiss.  

I couldn't believe how incredibly smooth it was. I was literally redefining the phrase 'kiss my ass'. Lazily kissing the fleshy skin, I french kissed the ass as I did her own mouth, sloppily and so lovingly. Resting both hands atop each pumpkin, I really got into the taste of ample flesh of my daughter's savory ass. I glazed her right cheek with my tongue, coating the entire surface with my boiling saliva, drawing my tongue out as far as it could go, flat against the sublime curvature of the full orb.

"Ooooh, you really do love ass." Beth moaned in a throaty tone.    

Tightening my grip, I cooed in glorious rapture, planting another scalding kiss on the facing cheek before smothering my mouth. "She has no idea how much I love this. I'll have to show her." I thought to myself as my mouth slipped away from the succulent cheek, leaving a string of stewing saliva that connected us. As I saw that lewd thread, my eyes looked to the dark fissure that separated her mounting ass. My stomach churned as I lunged, crooking my jaw as I inhaled as mush ass flesh as humanly possible. My cheeks caved in as I suckled, savored, and thrashed my tongue all across her chewy backside.

"Ooooh, I love this. So fucking hot." Wailed Beth. "My hot mom sucking her girl's big ass."

That single comment drove me mad with raw, wild hunger. In some rousing way, hearing Beth articulate the imposing size of her ass lit a fire inside my very soul. I sank my teeth in deep, gnawing it like a starved animal. I loved hearing my daughter verbalize our newfound romance. I loved big... I adored fleshy, sweeping curves, and my daughter knew it. 

Hearing my muffled moans of hope animated Beth, gyrating her hips beneath my taboo feast.

"Oooooooooooooh God yes, mother. Fuck yeah." She panted aloud, tugging at the bed sheets in agonizing ecstasy.  

With that, Beth turned around her to face me as an assuring gaze of devotion followed. We set each other ablaze, feeling the sweet goodness of our chests and stomachs enmesh. It felt so good to finally share a timeless lovers embrace... and with her arms about me; Beth lowered me back upon the mattress in confident modesty... as if we were in some romantic epic film.  

"I love you, mother." pledged Beth before planting a lasting kiss upon my anxious lips.

"I love you too, my sweet baby girl." I quietly replied.

"Who would have ever thought?" she whispered back to me.

"I know." I answered. "Oh, I know sweetie."

Straddling my body, Beth arched her back, jutting her tasty ass high into the air as her face glided down my heaving chest. I remained still; holding my breath for I knew what Beth was after. How fitting it was that my own daughter would be the first (and hopefully last) woman on earth who would guide me to the gates of homosexual utopia. 

"I'm going to taste you, mother." Assured Beth as her hands scaled each of my full, rising tits. "You want that, don't you?"

"Yes." I timidly agreed, nodding yes many times in desirous need.   

Beth's eyesight soon came to my wholesome chest, cradling each healthful mound as if treasured swells of the richest land of all the earth. Her fingers massaged my breasts, as if someone had cast a spell over her, captivating her. 

"Oh, mother." Beth uttered, as if to say "How beautiful you truly are."

"This is where I fed from." Beth continued.

"Yes." I cooed, gently caressing my child's soft golden locks.

With that, Beth lowered her mouth to practically swallow my right breast. My back bowed and chest heaved in glorious rapture, rekindling the sweet memory of 18 years before when Beth suckled this very breast. Only now, I was providing my child with a much more meaningful form of life... the very gift of true love. 

Tediously pivoting her face, Beth gathered her emotions for the wondrous feast. She simply couldn't get enough of her mother's tits... it was all she could have ever hoped for. All those years of stolen looks, wanton gazes and sinful prayers were finally fulfilled. I began to wonder if Beth remembered all the magnificent dresses I would wear at certain times, dresses that hugged my busty frame... low cut gowns that left my deep cleavage out for all to see. If I only knew that the curious eyes of my teenage daughter were scrutinizing my body back then... how a young woman's eyes set themselves on the most cherished prize of all... her very own mother. I hoped my breasts would receive the blunt of Beth's deep-rooted fascination, and ultimately, the heart and soul of my only child.

The flames of lust spiraled, seizing Beth as she voraciously lathered the underside of my large tits. My arms stretched up, luxuriating in the affection... no man or woman had ever done this to me, shown me this much eagerness or desire... and if this was a sign of things to come, then this was going to be something truly magical. I watched in breathless wonder as Beth lovingly dragged her face across the swell of my other breast. Beth whimpered in crushing awe. 

"God, I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this." Beth said before swallowing my swollen areola.

"Oh, baby." I murmured, now shivering in tormenting wonderment.

With a loud pop, Beth's mouth continued its feast, flattening her tongue upon my stomach, glazing it with a moist path of spicy saliva. Kissing my lower stomach, I felt that Beth wanted to show her appreciation for where she was created... paying homage to the very reason for her existence. Beth deliberately dragged the tips of her nipples along my undulating stomach, causing another series of frantic cries and innumerable tremors. 

"I came from here." Beth mumbled before taking my right thigh in her clutches.

Easing it sideways, I felt the cool night air bathe my saturated groin, triggering a jolt of anxiety throughout my body. Beth reached the crest of my pubic hair, timidly brushing her nose through the many slivers, inhaling the humid scent of my womanhood she so adored. My heart rate exploded, now clinging to the sheets in anticipation, much like Beth had done earlier. This was it... no man or woman had ever gone this far, not even Beth's father, who just so happened to think that tasting a woman's pussy was appalling. Good thing that hang-up didn't pass down to his daughter.

Beth somehow motioned my other thigh back as she glided down to see my dripping pussy. A long moan of exultation came from her as Beth traced its outline with her tongue, treasuring the scent of her origins. I simply couldn't believe what was happening. 

"So beautiful." Beth murmured, letting my pubes brush her lips and nose. "Perfect."

I saw no traces of guilt or fear on my daughter's face as she crept forward, sealing her mouth to my lifelong neglected pussy. The one shot heard around the world... my entire body locked up, nearly going into seizures as the extravagant warmth of Beth's mouth blessed my sensitive vulva.  

"Oh my fucking GAWD!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, squashing my poor baby's face between my smooth thighs.

Clenching my eyes shut-- a million volts of homosexual bliss jolted in my head. My back bent as my body nearly leapt from the mattress. This was fucking unbelievable. 

"Hooooo." I gasped, collapsing back upon the bed before lifting myself back up again. "Hooooly fucking shit!!" 

Beth's remarkable tongue began its loving voyage, swirling through the outer folds of my pussy. Between greedy gasps, I prayed that Beth thought I tasted wonderful... better than any other woman she had been with. I hoped that all Beth would concentrate on was how she came from her birthplace... that this was native soil for her, and tonight, she would let me know just what she thought of it in painstaking detail. My God, no one had ever told me that such ecstasy existed, let alone between two women... not even considering the ebullience a mother and her daughter could experience together.

Resting her left arm across my lower stomach, Beth settled in as her tongue tediously divided my outer lips. I was now beside myself, acting like some uncontrolled lunatic. My senses went numb, overloaded by the melodious coupling. She must have thought I was an idiot for my unbridled behavior, but I didn't care. I let loose for the first time in my entire life, embracing my unwavering feelings for my daughter with a fervor that would make any couple envious. It was so fucking sexy... so hot... and so erotically wrong, and I loved every waking moment of it.  

I clutched the sides of my head, tugging and pulling my hair in desperation, bellowing out my disbelief for all to hear. I didn't care who heard me, or if anyone knew my daughter was making love to me... I somehow clawed Beth's head as a sequence of orgasmic seizures ripped me apart. My back bowed upward, as my clit was found tucked between the folds. Beth delighted in finding it by moaning a guttural cry of joy, suckling the solid clit between her teeth, gingerly nibbling it with such delicate finesse. All I could do was thrash up and down, sideways and crossways, ceaselessly crying out incoherent gasps and cries of taboo ecstasy. Beth grasped my right hand, squeezing it for dear life as the long forgotten elegance of orgasm began its fateful march across my devastated body. Beth held true, caressing the underside of my clit as I looked down to see her cheeks of her mouth caved in. 




No Ordinary Love



This was it. The one moment we both had sinfully dreamed of for so many years.

My eyes ballooned from my face, staring blindly into the lewd tempest of hallowed orgasm. Beth growled in primal hope, never letting go as she watched the woman that bore her, that gave her life, endure the sweet tribulation of her first lesbian orgasm. My body soared upward, planting my feet on the bed as I bowed backwards... Beth matched my rhythm, rising up to chase my clit she so wanted to keep in her mouth. The brute force of orgasm, the shock and awareness that it was my very own daughter inducing such a feat... all of it bringing home the reality that I was meant to be my daughter's eternal lover.

The Next Morning...

Around 8am, I slowly awoke to find myself nestled in the arms of my daughter. Slowly stirring, I watched my beautiful lover awake. I decided to start this new day right by meshing my lips to hers in a slow, timeless kiss. 

Beth had led me down an amazing path, continuing with two more spine-shattering orgasms. Before finally giving in to exhaustion, Beth had spent the better part of an hour memorizing every inch of my buxom body... fingertips smoothly traced the contours that she later admitted beguiled her for so long. Amazed by how lucky she was, Beth said she couldn't believe how she was now gloriously worshipping the very woman who made her who she was. During Beth's tender study of my body, she stopped to pay special reverence to my wide ass that she said captivated her since childhood. Beth had matured into an ass girl, as it all came back to me... it all made such perfect sense. Both of us loved the same things in each other.

Later... 

Stirring from our romantic slumber around 5pm, we found themselves wrapped together, arm in arm. The last remnants of the day's sunlight crept through the curtains, casting a bright orange warmth to our room. If there would be one moment where guilt and dread would begin, now would have been it. My eyes met Beth's as she stirred... suddenly; the reality of what we had done hit. The look in her eyes was of wonder, fascination, yet fearful, as she wasn't sure what I would say or do.     

Our gaze strengthened as Beth was the first to make a move, smoothly running her forefinger beneath my jaw.

"Mom?" began Beth. "Are you okay?"

I couldn't answer... inside a cyclone had come ashore, leaving my heart and soul ravaged by nature. Now, my 36-year-old heart had to assess the damage done to her by my daughter's unwavering love for me.

What had I done?

I struggled, wanting to back away from it all. How could I have allowed such an irreparable sin be committed? So many thoughts flooded my mind... questions seemed to fly about, but so did the all the right answers. 

How could we have done this? Because it felt right. I wanted to.

Did this really happen? Yes, Barbara, it did. You made love to your very own daughter last night, and it was utterly magnificent. 

Can we really be in love as mother and daughter? How could it NOT work out? The bond is already there.

Can I make Beth my one true soul mate? Ask her.

"Beth, honey." I started.

"Oh shit, this is it. I fucked up." Beth's face clearly said.

"I want you to know that... that I don't regret one thing we did last night." I continued.

"Really!?" Beth excitedly replied. "Oh, mom... God, I prayed you wouldn't be mad at me."

Beth happily embraced me, blessing my face with countless kisses and joyous smiles. I reveled in the afterglow as well.

"How could I be mad?" I tried to say as her lips continued getting pelted by her kisses.

"I just... I don't know, I thought maybe you'd deny me and never talk to me again." Beth replied, lovingly taking my blushing face in her hands.

"No, my love. Never." I lovingly replied, returning the kiss with equal significance. "You've made me feel like the woman I've always wanted to be." 

"Ooooh God yes." Beth cooed, resting her forehead upon mine.

"I love you, Beth." I whispered. "I really do. I knew it years ago just as much as I do now. I want to love you forever."

"Oh, mom, you will. God, I swear we'll never be apart again." Beth vivaciously answered.

Both cooed in the sweet intoxicating luminescence of a love realized. The magic of discovering true love swept us far away... 

"But there's just one thing." I interrupted.

"Anything. What?" Beth shot back with a kiss on my bare neck.

"Call me 'mother' from now on. I don't know why, but it just sounded so fucking sexy last night when you said that." I moaned while my hands slowly eased across Beth's healthy wide ass.

"Hmmmm, you liked that, didn't you?" Beth hissed in my ear.

A series of shudders riveted my flesh, causing me to shut my eyes and let her mouth fall open in taboo eroticism.

"Yea." Barbara barely uttered. "I also love it when you talk about your big ass. God that's so fucking hot."

"Oooooh yeah... who would ever thought?" Beth languidly whispered in my ear before lathering my ear canal with her eager tongue. "You like it when I talk trashy, don't you?"

Once more, quivers shook me to my very core as I nodded yes.

Continuing, Beth said "We came so far..."

"Yessssss, oh God." I spoke.

"Gonna love you." Continued Beth as her hands scurried about my sides, coming to rest upon my hips.

"Are you my woman?" asked Beth.

"Uuuh huh, yea." I helplessly confessed.

"Forever?" Beth responded.

"Always, my love. Always." I replied as I felt my daughter conquer my flesh once more. "Tell me you'll never leave me."

I had to know if this just wasn't a one-time fling.

"I'll never ever leave you, mother. How could I? You're the perfect woman for me. How could I ever deny you, mother? I'm your daughter." Beth said, chewing my ear as my hips began their slow rhythmic ceremony atop my beautiful matriarch.

I gasped, hearing my lover's timeless words, digging my fingernails deep into the buxom flesh of Beth's pure ass.

"Oooh, you like my big King sized ass, don't you?" Beth said before sinking her teeth into my neck.

"Fuck yeah." I timidly admitted.

"Uhhhm, then show me how much you do." Beth retorted before lifting herself up from my warmth, lying to her side on her stomach.

Curving her back, Beth cast a wanton look of pure sexuality at me, enticing me by rounding out the sweet spheres of golden nourishment merely inches away. I sat, mouth agape as I gawked at the heavenly sight. I had never seen my daughter look such a way... she was unrestrained, free, and knew exactly what she wanted. I loved that raw, sexy look in her eyes. There, free from any fabric or covering, were two of the most delicious mounds of blissfulness I had ever seen. Recalling that blistering summer day back at our pool, I knew then that the pure mystery of my daughter's magnificence called to me in a way few mother/daughter couples could ever hope to realize. 

"Touch it, mother. You know you've wanted to for so long." Beth urged, crossing her arms as she rested her head.  I felt like a curious child, reaching up to press my fingertips atop Beth's right ass globe. Just by that mere touch, I knew something beautiful was about to happen. My head pounded in dazzling anxiety, knowing I was about to explore something so extraordinary. How could I be this lucky to be here, caressing these spindling knolls of luscious shapeliness? I eased back, careful not to disturb their perfect form.

"I think it needs your mouth on it, mother." Suggested Beth in that familiar throaty tone.

I glanced at Beth, as if to say "really?"

With an insinuative nod, Beth gave me the blessing I craved.

With a shrewd grin, Beth relished in the fact that her mother was becoming an ass girl through and through... and she didn't mind one bit.

I crept downward, laying both of my sweaty palms upon each plump cheek, feeling their melodious fullness. Crippled in awe, I gulped, noticing how perfectly spherical her ass was. Not one blemish could be seen anywhere as I became bold, timidly tracing the lengthy crack that divided the mounting feast. Something then told me that a treasure lie tucked between the tantalizing cleavage of Beth's upturned ass... it just had to.

Holding my breath, I licked her lips before lowering my face. My mouth softly came to rest atop the crest of Beth's backside, causing my daughter to let out a long needful moan. 

"Ooooh mother, that feels wonderful." Beth groaned in a lewd tone.

"I'm really doing this." I thought before blessing the lavish ass with another long, wet kiss. "I really have this ass."

"God, your ass is sooooooooo beautiful." I whimpered.

As my mouth crooked open, my mind revisited that hot summer day at the pool again; envisioning how sexy Beth's tawny ass looked in that sexy black bikini. Laying my tongue flat across the cheek, I lazily dragged it across the syrupy crest of the ass, imagining how that lucky black bikini always fit so snug against this ass. Encouraged by my growing zeal, I leaned forward, smothering my entire face into her backside. I finally had it... all of it pushing and snuggling all across my face. As if a demon had awoken within, I quickly crawled over Beth's legs, settling in directly behind my girl, getting into my final position before really feeding on the backside banquet that awaited.

"Oooooooooh, mother." Beth confessed in an aching tone.  

Both hands kneaded each full orb, back and forth and again, marveling at how wide my daughter's ass was... how fertile she truly had become. Any man or woman would be honored to be where I was at this moment. Yet the mystical fissure of Beth's crack cried out to my dazed senses, almost begging me to bury my face between it. Needing no more motivation, I slithered forward, parting her mouth as wide as it could go before my face was engulfed by two of the most plentiful globes on earth. 

Beth lifted her head, amazed by my unleashed prowess. 

"Oh, my sweet mother." Panted Beth.

Smothered by nothing but rolling savory ass, I glowed in the knowledge that I had found my one true element. This is where I belonged. It was superb... so warm, brimming with endless amounts of delicious flesh. My tongue slid out, licking anything and everything about, desperate for any excuse to go further. My hands followed their massage, tugging and pulling the buxom globes that had cast their inebriating spell. Sealing my lips to the Beth's inner cheek, I brushed each cheek with the backs of my hands, memorizing their soft full texture. Looking up across my daughter's back, I was bewildered by how beautiful she truly looked from this position... the low curvature of her spine, how her lower back dipped down to enhance how far out her mouth-watering ass jutted out. Every element of Beth's backside was just so balanced, so statuesque... the way her back gracefully descended, how defined her shoulder blades sat, and how soft her supple skin felt meshed to my own... all of it could inspire legions of female admirers, yet she chose me. Of all women she could have loved, she favored me, her very own mother.

I wasn't about to let her down. The last slivers of this day's light fell over Beth's body, accenting every exotic curve.

With my mouth now submerged deep between her savory ass cleavage, I began lathering the vast, spicy crack, longingly savoring the warm pungency of this forbidden delight. Each hand lovingly pulled apart the masses, giving me even more delicious possibilities as I worked her left side, slopping it up and down with my dripping tongue. Ooohh, this was far beyond my wildest dreams... if only my boss and friends could see me now... 

Glancing down, I took in the exalted view of the sexy ass cleavage. There, nestled amid the moistened flesh sat the one final mystery. I knew this would be it. Trembling with inborn longing, I sank down, sealing my mouth to her wrinkled asshole with a hunger I never knew I had. I devoured her puckered orifice, tenderly french kissing it with no fear or apprehension. My actions were met by Beth's fetching response. The sour flavor made me dizzy, tonguing that perfect hole over and over again, crosswise and back over and again before renewing my efforts. Beth bellowed out in shock as she began violently shaking. I had to watch what my tongue was doing to my beloved... 

Ripples of delight cascaded across the magnificent breadth of her ass. Deafening shrills of outrage rang out as she twisted and turned beneath my desperate tongue. I flattened my tongue, pressing it to her asshole, eager and impatient. It was utterly delicious... better than I could have ever hoped for in all my years. I crushed her plump cheeks together, thronging my face between the scrumptious canyon of warm ass. Beth locked up, tightening her entire body before I stabbed her with a deep lunge. She buckled; crying out in salacious chaos as my tongue easily slipped by her tightened sphincter muscles... 

"GAWD, I can feel you..." Beth managed to say in short winded gasps.

I growled in pure hunger, spreading the cheeks for a deeper plunge. I was finally inside my beautiful daughter's ass.  

"Ooh yeah yeah yeah, like that... FUCK!" she cried out.

With an appetite beyond words, I finally tasted the tepid flavor of my daughter's delectable bowels. My entire tongue, submerged deep within her most forbidden orifice... there was simply no other place I wanted to be. I began swirling my tongue about, sliding in and out, and somehow getting deeper with each surge. It was so soft, so rich. 

"God, my hot ass mom-- tongue fucking my ass!!" cried Beth, glancing back at me with a misty eyed look of complete astonishment. "Ooooh, mother. My ass... my ass."

Lifting Beth to her knees, I instantaneously pasted my mouth back on her asshole, hoping that this position would give my tongue a deeper penetration... and it did. Now with her on all fours, my cherished daughter would righteously suffer my oral invasion. My hands flared out, clutching those childbearing hips to pull that lavish ass towards me. I could barely breath amidst the swell of ass cheeks, but I didn't care. I impaled her asshole, lightly slapping each buttock in obscene assurance.

"Fuck me, mother... fuck me." Whimpered Beth, reaching back to hold my right hand as she screamed her foulest commands. 

My face swayed, crowding itself to the wavering corpulence. Lost in unconditional euphoria, my tongue wildly lathered the inner walls of her bowels, luxuriating in the sacred catharsis my tongue was giving this superb orifice. I had become an ass whore through and through, and I wasn't about to let up. With my saliva cascading from her asshole, I happily swallowed every sacred trickle of my daughter's intoxicating elixir. The sexual monster my daughter had awoken was now conceiving it's heinous plan for the years of silence and doubt I unintentionally condemned it to.          

The incestuous feast lasted for what felt like hours, ending with my lips kissing and suckling every sweet inch of Beth's syrupy ass and thighs. It was then the hunger set root in me yet again before devouring her tender pussy. Savoring her juices, swallowing as much and as often as I could, I simply couldn't get enough. Beth brutally slammed her fist into the mattress as my tongue swam across her clit, sending out a bellowing cry of desperation from my frantic vixen. Opening her eyes, I watched the veins in my daughter's neck bulge out, tightening in traumatism like she was lifting a two-ton barbell with all of her might. It was then that I branded that image of my new lover into my mind... I knew this would be a night to remember.

To say we were utterly exhausted was a gross misinterpretation. I had never felt more fulfilled, more gratified in my entire 36 years of existence. Nestling atop Beth, I locked my hands to hers as our mouths lovingly expressed our lifelong ambitions. I had never truly appreciated the artfulness and dexterity of really kissing someone you unconditionally love like I did with Beth. Countless whispers and cries of our love echoed in our ears during the enduring makeout parley. I had always wanted to learn how to french kiss a woman, and by the time I fell asleep beside Beth's protective breasts, I was an expert connoisseur.

The Following Morning...

Waking up in a daze of repose, I sluggishly opened my eyes to see our bed empty. Hearing the radio on in the other room, I quickly climbed out to find where Beth had gone. Realizing where the radio was, I turned to the bathroom to see Beth standing nude in front of the large mirror, casually putting on her eyeliner. As if some flash of awareness struck, my feet suddenly stopped... I had to stand there and take in the glorious sight of my fully nude daughter. I then started to listen to the song on the radio... a current hit that was a remake of a song I fondly remembered... My heart sank in surreal cognizance of my newfound romance as the lyrics proved to be especially fitting for us.

"Any time you want to You can turn me on to Anything you want to Any time at all When I kiss your lips Ooh, I start to shiver Can't control the quivering inside Wouldn't you agree? Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of love."

Tears stung my eyes as the impact of my love for her sank in. The glowing radiance of my child's graceful flesh, so perfectly balanced and complete. And there she stood, primping herself to present to me, I hoped.

"Oh baby." I whimpered in admiration.

Glancing over in surprise, Beth's face burst with a telling smile as she sauntered over to me.

"G'morning, mother." She said, easily falling into my arms for the day's first kiss.

I sighed, feeling the smoothness of her lavish flesh enmesh with mine. I relished the fact that such a beautiful woman was so happy to see me. This was too good to be true.

"Ooooh sweetness." I whispered, softly glazing her lips with mine.

"How long did you sit and watch me?" she asked before nuzzling my neck.

"For a few minutes. God, you just looked so beautiful standing there." I avowed. "The way the light shines on your skin... God."

"I love you, mother." She mumbled into my neck as my eyes rolled back in my skull.

"Ooooooooooh my love." I started. "I love you so much... I still can't believe all of it."

Leaning back to cast her spell with those intoxicating sapphire eyes, I could see the depth of her love gleam in guiltless confidence.

"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" She continued, yet with a serious tone.

"Yeah." I replied as I leaned my forehead to hers, knowing that we had to figure out how this was going to work out.

Both of us gazed downward, filling our eyes with the amazing sight of our large breasts pressed together in immaculate symmetry.

"I'm moving home with you." Beth started. "I'll pack my stuff today, and drop out."

"No, no, no..." I protested.

"Sssh!! No, mother, listen to me." She shot back. "This is what I want, and its what I'm going to do. I'll enroll at college at home, and finish my degree there. You just don't realize how much I hate being here-- away from you."

"Oh sweetheart." I answered, slithering my fingertips up and down her shapely sides. "Are you sure?"

"More than anything." She answered with a confidence I had never seen before. There was no convincing me otherwise that Beth meant what she said.

"I'm going to finish school, and get a great job and take care of you." She continued. "I'm going to give you the life you've always deserved and make you happy."

I choked hearing her confess such a thing. No one had ever been so honest and forthright with me before. The tears flowed down my face as Beth lovingly kissed them away in perfect devotion. I was smitten... captivated, and so in love with my daughter. 

Later that afternoon, we shared a scalding hot shower together, lathering each other's slippery flesh with her aromatic body soap she brought along. The lush texture the hot water gave our lovemaking was utterly amazing.  Propping my leg on the side of the tub, Beth's astute fingers pulled out a cataclysmic orgasm from my flesh as I collapsed in forbidden elation. I boldly wrapped my arms around her neck as I violently came again and again... there was just no end in sight to the beauty of this forbidden relationship.