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A Mother's Touch

By: MichaelRoberge



I remember the week well. It was the middle of August and the heat was smoldering. I was only eighteen and my father was on a business trip until the following Tuesday. I lived 45 minutes from school so I had few friends who lived nearby. Monday night I had nothing to do so I stayed home and rented a video to watch. I was aware it had a few sex scenes but I had no idea my mother (very young, only eighteen) was going to ask to watch it with me. The second sex scene was very illicit and I felt quite uncomfortable sitting right next to my mother. She knowingly just smiled at me and said, "I was young once too sweetheart."

When the movie was over I was about as horny as ever so I promptly said goodnight and headed upstairs. Since I didn't have a girlfriend I had become very adept at pleasuring myself. I went into my room, closed the door, undressed, and climbed into bed. I began stroking myself, enjoying it immensely. It was very hot that evening so I pushed the one sheet I had on my bed down so it just covered my knees. Just as I was really beginning to enjoy myself Mom opened the door and began to say something. Seeing my hand caressing my erect member, she just said, "Oh, I'm sorry!" and quickly exited. I scrambled to pull the sheets over myself and just lay there in embarrassment. 

A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door. Reluctantly I answered and my mother entered with a sheepish grin. She slowly came over to my bed and sat down next to me. 

"I guess you've learned how to masturbate, huh?", she said with a slight smile. I just nodded, my face blushing.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said, "everybody does it. Your father and I masturbate all the time." 

Astonished, I asked, "But why, you can have sex instead?" 

"Yes that's true," my mother replied, "but sometimes it's fun to masturbate together. Sometimes we masturbate each other, and sometimes, when the other is away like your father is right now, it feels good to still be able to have orgasms."

"I guess that's true. I just never thought of somebody as beautiful as yourself needing to use your own hand."

"Were you able to finish after I interrupted you?", my mother asked. I lay still for a moment. 

"No, I felt so ashamed," I finally answered.

"Well why don't you go ahead and finish now, sweetheart," she replied. The look on my face must have told her what I was thinking because she said, "Don't be shy. Just think how good your body will feel when you come." I nodded okay. 

I was so sweaty that the sheets were sticking to my thighs and my mother could easily see the outline of my penis, already becoming larger once again. I waited a moment for her to leave, and realizing she intended to stay I slipped my hand under the sheets and began to massage my quickly hardening cock. She sat for a few minutes, just smiling at the pleasure I was enjoying and then she slowly took the edge of the sheet and lifted it off of me, completely revealing my engorged penis. At this point I was enjoying myself too much to be embarrassed. My mother gently lay her hand on the inside of my thigh and slowly rubbed up and down, tracing a line straight up to my sack. 

She luxuriously rubbed her hand over my sizable balls, kneading them like dough and letting my velvety soft pubic hair brush between her fingers, all the while saying, "Doesn't that feel good? Would you like me to continue?" 

I silently nodded my overwhelming consent. Slowly she eased her hand up over my balls and gently pushed my hand away, replacing it with her own. She wrapped her cool fingers around my meaty shaft and began running her palm up and down my length. 

"Almost as thick as your fathers," she commented with a delicious smile, "and oh so hard."

As she expertly rubbed my rock hard dick, she leaned toward my face. I opened my mouth and let her dip her tongue inside, tasting the son whom she bore so many years ago. Her tongue licked my own as she momentarily removed her hand from my throbbing stick and lifted her nightgown over her head, displaying to me her milky white breasts. She lifted herself to straddle me, letting her taught nipples brush over my lips. Her panties revealed a giant wet spot and a drop of her feminine juice ran down the length of her leg like clear syrup. 

She slowly took her tongue out of my mouth and traced a path down my chest to my thighs and down below my balls. She took each one in turn, sucking and licking it, tasting it's flesh. Painfully slowly she eased her tongue up the underside of my shaft until it reached the tip, licking up a drop of pre-come that served as a precursor to what was soon to follow. She took my entire shaft in her mouth, seductively licking it, alternating between head bobs and hand masturbation. I wrapped my legs around her torso and let her place my manhood between her soft breasts. She refused to let me touch them with my hands, insisting that "that was for our next session." She let me hump that delicious valley between her breasts for a few minutes and then returned her mouth to my juicy cock. After a few more minutes my body began to tense and she knew it was the moment she had built me up to. She took my dick in her hand for a couple more rubs and allowed the first spurt of semen to burst into her face, dripping off her lips. With a sexy smile, she quickly lowered her mouth to my cock and let the next jet of thick, milky cum spurt into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. My hips bucked towards her. I enjoyed wave after wave of ecstasy as my cock filled her loving mouth with juice. She swallowed what she could but some dripped out. She let it fall onto her tits and she rubbed it in with her hand, then rubbed the rest with my still firm penis. Then she once again lowered her mouth onto my dick and licked up the cum that had spilled onto me.

"Tastes so sweet", she said with a moan. She lifted her head up and used her fingers to lick a stray glob up off of her bottom lip. "Taste for yourself." With that she lowered her mouth to mine and gave me one final French kiss, allowing me to taste the splendor of my orgasmic fluid as I swept my tongue around her wet mouth. 

"Did you enjoy that as much as me?" she asked as she sat up. I could only nod my yes as I lay, still shivering from the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life. 

"Good", she smiled. "I'm going to go pleasure myself, now. I can't wait to feel my fingers in my soaking cunt. I know you'll have sweet dreams, my love." With that she stood up and walked out of the room. Just before she rounded the corner out of my sight, she removed her soaked panties, allowing me to get a wonderful view of her tight ass. I wanted to follow but knew all my energy was spent. 

"Besides", I thought, "There will be another time to learn all about her body." With that I laid my head on my pillow, placed my palm on my softening penis and fell asleep.

* * * * *

The next morning I woke up feeling quite awkward about the evening my mother and I had shared. While I was down stairs preparing my breakfast I heard my mother walking downstairs and into the kitchen. I didn't turn, not knowing how I should act. She came over to me, pressed her body tightly against my back so I could feel her taut nipples and asked, "Did you have a good time last night, sweetheart?"

"I sure did," I said breathing heavily.

She let her hands drift down my body and began to massage my balls through my boxers. "Then your not going to believe how good tonight will feel," she said seductively. "I'll see you after work." My heart was racing. I didn't know how I could last the day. I watched as she walked out of the kitchen and into the garage, suggestively swaying her hips the whole time. 

Since it was a summer weekend, I had nothing to occupy me all day except visions of my mother's sweet body. By the time she arrived home that night I thought I was going to burst from the wait. When she got home she suggested we eat to "get our strength up." The entire meal she kept running her foot up my leg, teasing my ever hardening dick. Once dinner was over I volunteered to wash the dishes, but she said instead, "The dishes can wait. Lets head upstairs for now." With that, she took my hand in hers and led me upstairs. 

"I'm going to get a shower," she declared. "Why don't you join me in a few minutes?" I quickly nodded I would be in soon.

I waited as long as I could, imagining the hot water running down my mother's hard body. At last I could take it no longer and I slowly entered the bathroom, leaving the door only slightly ajar. Steam filled the bathroom and coated the mirror so that I couldn't even see myself in it. I walked over to the shower and eased the glass door open, revealing a splendid view of my mother's rock hard ass. I quickly shook off my pants and stepped into the tub, wincing at the heat of the water as it splashed against me. 

"There you are honey," my mother exclaimed. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." With that she turned around to face me, giving me for the first time a clear view of her gorgeous body. She was slender and curvy. Her brown hair hung down to the mid point of her back. Her breasts were large and firm, accented by a taut nipple straining at the tip of each. Her soft curls of brown pubic hair nicely concealed the treasure that lay between her firm thighs. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders and glanced down at my cock, smiling with admiration. "I see you're more than ready for our night of pleasure." With that she traced a line with her hand down to my dick and wrapped her wet hand around it, rubbing sensuously. She pressed her body against mine allowing my dick to rest against her washboard stomach. She pressed her lips to mine and explored my mouth with her tongue. I slowly wrapped my arms around her body and slid my palms down her back, onto her ass. I began kneading her ass cheeks like dough, pulling her closer to me. 

"Easy tiger," she beckoned. "We better give you an orgasm to begin with or you won't be able to last inside of me." With that she dropped to her knees and slid my veiny meat into her mouth, quickly bringing me to orgasm with the flicks of her tongue. Holding her head with my hands, I bucked my hips against her until she had sucked up every drop of my cum. She stood up again, kissed me on the lips and said, "Now it's time we fuck."

* * * * *

My mother turned off the water and looked at me with a sexy grin. "You're still a virgin aren't you sweetheart?"

"Not for much longer I imagine," I replied. She nodded her agreement and led me out of the bathroom into the master bedroom. 

"You're father and I have shared many wonderful times in this bed," she said. "Now it's time you learn just how much pleasure your body can experience." With that she laid down on her back and spread her legs wide, easing her cunt lips apart with her fingers. "But first," she commanded, "eat me."

Although I had never had sex before, I had seen enough movies to know how to tease a woman. I laid down on the bed and put my mother's legs over my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her soft, smooth legs and began to run my tongue up and down her inner thighs, coming very close to her snatch but never touching it. 

"Oh, I see you've inherited your father's mischievous side," my mom commented. "That feels very good." I continued for a few moments and then decided she had waited long enough. Slowly I ran my mouth from her knee up the inside of her leg, just past her dripping twat and up to her navel. Then I dropped back down, running my face over the soft curls that covered her mound. I dipped my tongue into her saturated box and tasted her flesh. 

A soft moan of pleasure escaped my mother's lips. Her juice was warm and sweet. I greedily licked her for several minutes, building her up to a release. She wrapped her fingers around my head, massaging the back of my neck as she lifted her hips up to my mouth, begging me to go deeper. I reached underneath her to grasp her ass and pulled her cunt into my face, forcing my tongue into her dripping hole. With a gasp she cried out in pleasure as I rapidly pulled my tongue in and out of her vagina, tasting her hot flesh. 

"Oh, tongue fuck me baby, tongue fuck me!" she cried out.

I ran my hands over her ass cheeks, pulling her ever closer to me and then ran my palms up her body, cupping her tits and kneading them, then pinching her nipples. Her moans became louder, more insistent as she bucked her hips toward me. I pulled my tongue out of her and began lapping at her cunt, drinking the juice that spilled forth. She wrapped her legs tightly around my head, her soft flesh pressing against me as she began to come. I flicked my tongue against her clit as she exploded into a fiery orgasm, her body lurching in convulsions of pure joy. 

After a few more minutes her shivers subsided and I reluctantly pulled my face out of her love box and climbed up the bed to lay beside her. She pressed up against me and sexily wrapped a leg over my body, her still moist cunt warm against my naked thigh. 

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, "your father has never given me head like that. You were incredible!"

"Just beginner's luck," I shrugged with a sly grin. I was more than pleased to know that I had been able to adequately repay my mother for the wonderful blow-jobs she had offered me.

"I'm going to have to bring some of my girlfriends over some time and let you show them how a real man uses his tongue."

"Sounds good to me," I replied. "But I know none of them will taste as good as you."

"Ummm, you're so sweet," she replied as she pressed her lips up to mine. "Which reminds me. . . " She reached down to my cock and grasped it in her hands, weighing it's stiffness appreciatively. "I think you're more than ready to find out what real sex feels like, honey." 

"I was hoping you'd say that," I replied as I dipped my tongue into her mouth.

* * * * *

Slowly I pushed my mother onto her back and rolled up on top of her. Her firm thighs parted responsively as I rested my hardened fuck stick onto her sopping pussy. I kissed her lovingly as I slowly grinded my cock against her beautiful mound. 

At last she couldn't take it any longer and she begged me, "please, I want you inside of me now." I smiled and prepared to enter her horny snatch. She took my cock in hand and guided me to her hole. I teased her for a moment, rubbing the spongy tip of my cock against her greased cunt. She lifted her hips to me, drawing me in until I couldn't resist. Ever so slowly I pushed my rigid staff into her loving twat. It felt like nothing I ever imagined. The wet folds of her vagina enveloped my dick as I propelled myself into her. It was heaven as I experienced for the first time a cunt massaging my dick on all sides. 

She spread her legs even more, moaning as I entered her with deliberate slowness. She dug the balls of her feet into the mattress for leverage and lifted her hips to meet mine. I continued to slide in until my nuts pressed up against her asscheeks. The sensation of her pubic hair caressing my flesh was extraordinary. I immediately knew what to do as I slowly pulled back out and began pumping into her. Over and over I drove my cock into her oozing pussy, slowly increasing the pace until I was pumping her so hard I could hear my balls slapping against her ass with each shove. 

"Oh yes, baby. That feels so good. No one has ever fucked me like this before." With each push I could feel her body respond to me. Her moans became more insistent as she began to grind her hips against me. Grasping my ass she pulled me tighter to her. At last she began to shiver as her moans turned to screams. She wrapped both her legs around my heaving body and slammed her hips against mine. I felt her pussy contract repeatedly around my throbbing dick as the orgasm ripped through her body, throwing her into violent convulsions of pleasure. 

Slowly the orgasm faded and she lay still. I looked down at her face. She had her eyes closed tightly and was biting her bottom lip. Her body was coated in a thin layer of sweat and her nipples were stiff. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes. 

"You are the best fucking stallion I have ever had in bed," she panted in a hoarse voice. "I've never been fucked like that in my life." I smiled at her, content that I had succeeded in pleasuring her. However, I was still eager to blow my cum inside of her. Almost as if she could read my mind, she regained her strength and flipped me over onto my back. She sat up and then mounted me in a sixty nine position. I was overwhelmed by the splendid view of her ass and her dripping cunt just inches from my mouth, and I could not resist. Just as I began lapping at her hole, she bent down and took my stiff rod into her mouth in one giant gulp. 

"Umm," she exclaimed, "I love the taste of cock, especially with my juice coating it." She sucked for just a few moments as I worked my magic on her twat until she said, "That's it, I need you inside of me again." With that she picked herself up and turned around with a dirty smile on her face. She reached behind her and again grabbed my cock. Slowly she sat right down on it allowing it to slip into her now loose pussy. Once again she closed her eyes and began gnawing on her bottom lip, the pleasure of my thick stick threatening to consume her. 

She rose up and down on me at a feverish pace, riding me as though it was the first time she'd ever had a dick inside of her. I was amazed that the penetration in this new position was even deeper than before. I reached up and fondled her large breasts as they heaved up and down, matching the rhythm of her fucking. I ran my hands down her body and over her sweaty hips, around to her ass cheeks. I lifted my torso up, resting it against the headboard as I began to lift her up and down with my hands, increasing the rate of our fucking. She was riding me so quickly now that loud slurping noises could be heard as she rose up and down on my cock. Soon she began to explode into another orgasm as she let out a loud moan. I could feel her juice as it poured out of her hole onto my balls, matting my pubic hair. 

Without saying a word she lifted up off of me and knelt down on the mattress on all fours. I knew exactly what a doggie style position looked like and I needed no coaxing. I sat up and knelt down behind her. I reached my right hand around and cupped her mound as I placed my left hand on her back for support. I placed my dick between her asscheeks and against her cunt. In one quick shove I was inside of her. 

"Enough playing around," I said in a gruff voice. "It's time I fuck you good and hard." Immediately I began slamming into her. I grasped her ass cheeks and squeezed as I repeatedly thrust into her. I must have been in a position to rub her g-spot or something because she began exploding into one orgasm after another. By the fourth one she was screaming in pleasure. In one swift movement I pulled out of her, threw her onto her back and slipped between her legs. My dick felt harder than it ever had before and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. My mother must have known from my rapid thrusts and loud moans. She reached underneath me and grasped my nuts. 

"Come on sweet thing. It's time you gave all that thick cum to mama." The combination of her sweaty hand rubbing my nuts, and her verbal coaxing drove me over the edge. My balls got tight with jism as I felt my dick grow so thick it strained against the confines of her cunt. At last the orgasm over took me and I began to blow load after load of hot cum deep into my mother's thirsty snatch. It felt like I poured gallons of spooge into her as she began milking my dick with the muscles in her twat. I bucked my hips against her until every drop was gone. I collapsed onto her, our naked, sweaty bodies clinging to one another. 


A Mother's Touch



Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older.

*

My heart ached and went out towards my daughter Sharon when she was involved in a serious car accident. She was both a gymnast as well as a cheerleader for her high school and had broken both legs in the accident. Spending several days in the hospital, she was then moved home and informed that she'd be spending the next month or so there while she recovered. It was devastating news for a young woman who would miss much of the last remaining months of school convalescing at home, rather than spending time with her friends. And though they did come for visits, the girls who were Sharon's age had lives and activities of their own. Sadly, the visits to see her came less frequently and far less long in their stay even when they did.

The only bright side to any of this, if there was a bright side to be looked at, was that we were close enough to not get on one another's nerves. Some had even said we looked enough alike to pass as sisters rather than as mother and daughter. Something we had both come to laugh about, but finding flattery in as well. Me looking younger than my nearly twenty-year difference in age, and Sharon looking far more mature in hers. And something else we had established very early on, was an openness to discuss anything and everything. Something my husband Robert and I had also agreed on, to be open with our kids while growing up. And though we had only had Sharon as it turned out, being totally and completely honest with her from the onset had proven its worth in gold.

As I said, having two broken legs was hardship enough for her, forcing Sharon to spend a great deal of time in bed, though I spent as much time with her there as I could. When she had improved a great deal, Robert would then carry our daughter downstairs, placing her on the sofa before leaving for work. In doing so, it allowed me to do the few odds and ends that needed doing, and still be within easy earshot of our daughter if she needed anything. I also enjoyed having the excuse to take a break from the mundane, share the couch with her for a while and just visit, or watch some movie on the TV together.

Though Sharon always wore a modest lightweight robe as her dad carried her down stairs to the sofa, the moment he had left for work, she removed it. She hated the confined feeling of movement, especially with both legs still being in casts from her ankles to just below her knees. Since it was only me spending any time around her, Sharon usually wore something equally comfortable to lounge around in. Most of the time a simple tee shirt and panties, though since she'd been home, she'd quit wearing her bras as well. Occasionally however, she would wear one of her more revealing nightgowns, one or two I had actually given her of my own. She seemed to enjoy wearing them the most, and did so on more than one occasion.

Robert had just left for work. Sharon like always had taken off her robe making herself more comfortable when I came in with a breakfast tray for her and a cup of coffee for myself. Sitting crossways to her in my favorite chair, I couldn't help but notice the way she looked as she sat there enjoying her breakfast. I mean I obviously knew she had matured, and we'd certainly had several interesting "sex" conversations over the years about boys in general, but I'm not sure I had come to fully appreciate just how beautiful my own daughter was. And even more importantly, just how truly mature she really was too. At the moment, she was wearing one of my discarded night gowns, an emerald green one that was fairly sheer, perhaps even more so than some of the others I had given her, and the first time I had seen her in it.

"You like?"

"I'm sorry...what?"

She had caught me off guard. I'd been sitting there looking at her, not realizing I was actually staring, or that I had actually taken note of my young daughter's revealed form beneath the nearly transparent nightgown.

She laughed, "You were staring," she said openly. "Too revealing?"

It was actually. "Maybe a little yes, but that's not what I was actually thinking about."

"Oh? What then?"

"I guess I was just realizing how grown up you really are," I said honestly, and then laughed feeling a little silly.

"What?"

"Oh, it's just that in a way...you really do remind me of me a little I guess. The way I used to look when I was your age."

"What do you mean by that?" Sharon asked curiously now sitting back against the couch, and I noticed as she did that, just how prominent her firm perky young breasts really were.

"Well for one thing," I said now sitting back more into my chair as well. "I used to have breasts as pretty as yours are, but obviously, mine have started to droop a little with age." In saying that, I had made it obvious that hers were revealed enough to look at. At least the hint of them behind the thin green chiffon was enough to cause her to look down at herself. She surprised me however when she actually cupped them in her own hands, hefting them up a bit.

"I don't know mom, I think maybe they're already starting to droop a little already."

"Not hardly," I said again, suddenly feeling a little strange by this direction of conversation. And it wasn't like we hadn't had similar discussions in the past, including at times talks about sex, what sort of things she should expect from boys and some of the tricks and lines they might try using on her as she began dating. Even those discussions hadn't had me feeling quite this "tingly" as I called it, and which I was certainly feeling. Tingly for me, was a term I had often used around Robert to let him know I was aroused. And to admit to myself now that I was, was rather unnerving for obvious reasons.

"Let me see yours," Sharon said suddenly, innocently. Once again her comment catching me off guard.

"What?"

"Your boobs mother, let me see your boobs!" 

I was still trying to digest the words I'd just heard let alone find an answer for, when she suddenly reached down yanking the nightgown she was wearing up and over her head. Once again, her hands now cupping her own breasts as she tried looking at them, lifting them and then letting them go. I caught her eyes locking on mine as I sat there staring at her once again.

"Why?" I thought without saying it actually, and found myself reaching down to begin undoing the buttons on the blouse I was wearing instead. And unlike my daughter, I was wearing a bra, so it took another moment to reach behind myself, undoing the clasp.

"You've still got great looking tits," Sharon said once again very easily, very innocently. But I felt myself blushing at her comment nonetheless, especially as hearing her use the term "tits" was far more erotic sounding that when she'd said "boobs" to me previously.

"Thank you," I said a bit sheepishly, feeling even sillier as I briefly held my now loosened bra against myself before shrugging it off, baring my own breasts for my daughter. Then almost as she had done, I looked down at myself, cupping my breasts and then lifting them. "See?"

"Not really," she answered. "Come here...come sit beside me," she asked scooting over in order to make room as she patted the couch next to herself.

Perhaps I acquainted that moment to times in the past when I'd been with girlfriends of my own growing up. I had remembered times when very early on, we had all sat comparing and admiring the changes in our bodies as we developed and began growing up. So in a very strange way, it felt somewhat like that as I finally stood, walked over the few feet, which separated us, and sat down.

My daughters continued innocence still unnerved me a little, though why I didn't know. When I felt her hand actually cupping my breast for a moment, lifting it, I felt a little lightheaded.

"Well for one thing, yours still are a bit larger than my own," she said now bouncing them up and down with her hand, likewise lifting one of hers as though comparing them. "So they're obviously a bit fuller...a bit heavier. See?"

If I was lightheaded before, I was even more so now as I felt Sharon's hand taking mine, placing it on one of her breasts. "See mother? Not quite as heavy as the way yours feel are they?" she asked bringing me back to the present.

"Ah no...not quite," I stated having given my daughters breast a quick inquisitive inspection as I bounced the weight of it in my hand, doing so long enough to not raise suspicion that I was doing anything more than that, when the truth was something else. Something else that I didn't even dare acknowledge, to myself! And added to that, I was again looking at her as she took over, once again comparing our breasts together, scooting over just enough to now press them side by side as though judging our somewhat similar shape and size. What wasn't similar however, were our respective nipples, something else now that my eyes had come to focus on momentarily. When I had first walked over to sit down by her, my nipples were normal, natural in their appearance. I felt myself blush, realizing as I looked at her, they were now hard, the areolas suddenly puckering and crinkly with arousal, the nipples themselves now hard, swollen and fully erect. Just as my own daughters were!

"I wish I had nipples like yours," she now added, once again shocking me briefly, though it was more embarrassment than anything else upon hearing her comment.

"Why? You have gorgeous nipples!" I informed her, meaning it, but hearing myself actually telling her that sent a jolt of unexpected excitement coursing through me.

"Too pink," she said as I saw her hand actually fingering one, though I'm not sure she even realized she was as she did so. Her eyes blatantly looking towards mine. "You can even hardly tell where they are, almost like they're invisible at a distance when you look at them," she said. "Yours are a lighter brown, almost tan in color, and you can see where and how they surround the tips of your breasts. I think that looks a lot sexier than mine do."

"They're plenty sexy," I then told her, finally willing myself to stand up and cross back over towards my own chair. I reached for my bra, but then discarded it, deciding to hurriedly put my blouse back on instead, doing so with my back towards her, turning around facing her again only as I began buttoning it closed.

"You've got a nicer ass than I do to," she now added. "Damn mom, you're just plain sexy!"

#

I was actually relieved when she put the top back on she'd been wearing. And though I could still clearly see the sensual outline and shape of her breasts beneath it, at least now they weren't openly as obvious to me. I could more purposely direct my gaze back to her face now, without having the obvious staring back at me.

"Almost time for our soap," she reminded me. "Would you mind getting me a couple of towels?"

Ever since she'd been home, we had gotten hooked on one of the daytime soaps and had begun watching it together. In order to make her more comfortable so that she could, we would very often sit on the couch together, and I would fold a couple of large towels, and then support her legs across the coffee table while we watched the program. I had lost all track of time, not realizing it was almost time for the show to begin.

"Of course, I'll be right back with some," I told her and then headed upstairs to the linen closet to retrieve a couple of them. As I returned and began heading back down the stairway, I nearly stumbled, breaking my own leg in the process. Looking down into the living room, I could see Sharon's hand had slipped down the waistband of her equally sheer bikini panties. For a moment, I actually thought she was touching herself, which she was, but not in the way my sordid mind had suddenly pictured. As I continued down the steps, even managing a fake cough to let her know I was coming in case she hadn't heard me, she continued on with her hand, only then realizing, she was scratching herself and not doing something else. As far as I knew anyway.

"Ah, got an itch?" I asked letting her know as I said it that I had noticed her hand. This time she actually blushed just a little.

"All over," she told me. "Bad enough that the casts itch me to death, and I can't even scratch there, but I'm getting itchy here now too," she said openly. "Where it's starting to grow back."

I had just learned something else about my daughter I had never thought about either, not that she wouldn't, or didn't, I certainly did myself. But she was in need of a trim or a shave. "I've got a new razor if you want it," I told her as I then began folding the towels placing them down on the coffee table.

"It's not that," she told me. "It's these damn casts, I can't really prop myself up well enough to see what I'm doing. So I gave up trying to do it, and now...I'm paying for it. And I hate the feeling of that too!"

I finished folding and placing the towels, only then helping her with one leg as I lifted it, placing it down on one of the rests. As I did, I glanced at my daughter's crotch as the subject had now naturally drawn my attention towards that. As I did, I could see the pressed, indented crevice of her young split, the material of the sheer panties having been sucked inwards a bit. It was both obscene as well as arousing to see my own daughter's pussy lips outlined as distinctly as they now where. Once again, I had to tear my eyes away from her crotch before she noticed I had been staring at her there too. I then helped her with her second leg, lifting and placing it, glad when I did that it more naturally closed the intimate space I'd been looking at.

"I don't suppose..." she started.

"What?"

"That maybe after the show, you'd be willing to shave me? Or would that weird you out too much, to be shaving your own daughter's pussy?"

I laughed, trying to make it sound like her concern was ridicules, and that it was an honest simple request, something I was certainly understanding of myself under the circumstances.

"Of course not," I told her. "And we can do it right here too if you'd like. I'll get a bowl and a towel and a razor after the show."

We sat down side by side on the couch after that as our favorite soap came on. But all I could see as I stared at the TV was my own daughter's wet glistening cunt.

#

After the show was over, which I only then realized I hadn't really been watching like I normally did, Sharon reminded me about the shave, though adding, "And would you mind getting me another pill?"

She had been on pain medication of course since the accident, but it was nearing the time when the Doctor had told us she'd have to be weaned off the meds. She had less than a week's supply remaining of the Percocet's the Doctor had prescribed for her.

"I'll give you one if you really need it Sharon," I said concernedly. "But you also need to be aware, the Doctor said we need to start getting you off the need for them. After they're gone, you'll have to do with Aspirins."

"Yeah, I know," she told me somewhat irritated. "But right now, it still really aches, so hopefully in a week, it won't be quite as bad as it still is now. So...would you mind?"

I smiled by way of an answer, and then left to get her pill along with the razor, bowl and towel. I knew that within a short time after taking it, she'd no doubt relax, and then nap for a bit just as she always did. Usually, I used that time to do a few chores around the house while she slept. I returned a short time later, handing her the pill along with a glass of water, which she took.

"Ok," I said calming myself, trying to look at this clinically. I was still somewhat confused with myself as to why I had found the morning's conversation and brief show and tell so arousing. It wasn't like Robert and I weren't having sex, or didn't have a pretty decent sex-life ourselves. We did, but why on earth I had allowed myself to become so irrationally aroused the way that I had, remained a mystery to me.

"Mind giving me a hand here?" she now asked. She had managed to raise her ass just enough, taking the waistband and pulling her panties down, to a point. I found myself reaching forward helping to take them the rest of the way off, and now faced for the first time in years with the sight of my young daughters naked quim staring at me. By the starting stubble around it, it was obvious she had made some effort at keeping it bare, but it was also just as obvious in other areas where she hadn't been able to manage it at all. Her pussy looking unruly, unkempt even.

"See what I mean?" she now asked sounding embarrassed.

"It's not that bad," I said actually looking at her, still trying not to focus any sort of attention whatsoever on the actual split where her pink puffy lips protruded protectively. My effort at doing that went right out the window however when she leaned forward somewhat, actually spreading her legs even more than they were as though to examine her own efforts. The moment she did that, her split widened, even the cute sweet knot of her clitoris suddenly came into view winking at me as it did so.

"It's a fucking mess!" she said sarcastically.

"Sharon!"

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I think it's the meds, you know they get me a little loopy." They did, but I hadn't heard Sharon ever use that particular word before, not even in anger. So having heard my own sweet innocent daughter using it now, had shocked me somewhat. And not that I hadn't used it myself, I did...especially when I was aroused and excited, but that was something I only shared with Robert, in a fun sexual way. And never said or spat at in anger or for any other reason either for that matter.

"You're forgiven," I told her softening my tone. "Just be careful with your language," I reminded her. "Drugs or no drugs!"

But it was obvious, the potent painkiller was already starting to take effect, which meant we needed to get this done now, or wait and do it later.

"Hmmm, what's the best way you think we should do this?" I asked, though asking myself the question rather than Sharon, though she answered it.

"Probably, you just get down on your knees between my legs," she giggled, and then laughed openly at the way that had sounded, especially when she looked up and saw the red blush spread like wildfire across my face. "Good thing no one else heard me say that huh?" she giggled somewhat again.

"Yeah...good thing," I said, realizing it really was the pain meds taking over now, and letting her comment go. "But you're right too," I now added, and then stepped over one of her propped up legs and settled myself down between them, now properly positioned, though slightly cramped between Sharon and the coffee table. I then took a fine thin, though liberal splash of shaving cream and began applying that to the first area I intended on shaving.

"Tickles," she again giggled.

"Yeah well, don't move, even if it does. I don't want to nick you."

"What?"

"I said...don't move, I don't want to nick you!" I said a bit louder, once again hearing her giggle. No doubt, the pain pill was kicking in.

"Oh, I thought you said something else," she told me, once again laughing.

"What?" I said as I began running the razor taking the first swipe at her stubbled area.

"What I thought you said...was dick me."

"Sharon!" I said, but then even I laughed at that, hearing her burst out in laughter once again, though I honestly blamed it on the pills, and my own nervous embarrassment at finding myself aroused while doing this. Which my own pussy had informed me...I was.

Though she had started off being ticklish, that soon turned into something else entirely, which I again forced myself to ignore, or at least pretend wasn't happening. Holding her with one hand, and then carefully gliding the razor, it was inevitable that I brushed against her, or touched her to some degree, once as I realized it, even directly doing so against my daughter's clit. I heard her gasp softly, quietly even, as though realizing or sensing that I had. Her own effort in pretending not to acknowledge it, supporting my own in pretending I hadn't noticed I had. But there was one aspect of doing this that neither one of us could pretend wasn't happening, and that was my daughter's cunt was starting to moisten with arousal.




A Mother's Touch



As I moved over and began shaving away the stubble on the opposite side, I couldn't help but notice the glistening sheen that now appeared quite obviously between her lips. Though I glanced up quickly, I was pleased to see Sharon had closed her eyes. Though she seemed to be almost sleeping, I had also noticed her hand was cupping her breast. She wasn't doing anything when I had looked, but she was. Even through the chiffon, it was easy to see her nipple was still hard firm and erect. I quickly looked back at what I was doing, needing to smooth over her left side labia in order to reach a particularly difficult spot. When I did, I heard her groan very quietly as though caught off guard, still trying not to even when she did. In addition to that, she shuddered involuntarily. I watched as a small little droplet of her essence oozed from her split, rolling down between her lips and then forming a small puddle for a moment before flowing over and dribbling down onto the towel we had placed beneath her ass. Once again I ignored I had seen it however, looking back up towards her face briefly. I noticed again that her hand was still on her breast, though I had just caught a brief movement in her hand as she'd scissored one of her nipples between her fingers before letting go.

I finally finished shaving Sharon's pussy and stood up on weak knees, or rather tried to. Unbalanced slightly, as well as suddenly light-headed when I did so, I began to topple forward. With the razor in one hand, I could only reach out with the other in an attempt to keep from crashing into her. As I did, I came into direct contact with her breast, felt it briefly full in my hand. Sharon's eyes popped open of course in surprise, though I had caught myself and straightened.

"Sorry, lost my balance there," I told her feeling the flush spreading across my face.

"Yeah, know what you mean," she said almost breathlessly, though she didn't elaborate.

We quickly cleaned up and then straightened her out more comfortably on the couch. "Why don't you take a little nap?" I suggested. "I've got some laundry to do, and beds to change." I informed her. "After that, if there is still time, and if you're not still asleep, maybe we'll watch a movie together how's that sound?"

"Sounds like a wonderful idea," Sharon agreed settling back into the pillows as I covered her with a lightweight blanket. Hurriedly after that, I headed upstairs, not so much to change the sheets, but to collect myself while sitting on the end of the bed afterwards.

"What the hell's wrong with me?" I thought as I sat there. I had in fact gotten very much aroused shaving my daughter's cunt..."cunt?" I thought to myself once again, "cunt?" I never used that particular word, though I didn't mind hearing it said whenever Robert did, though that was only when he was aroused and we spoke dirty to one another in bed as we had sex. But to actually think it myself, told me, affirmed the fact, I was very horny at that moment too. Only once before during one of our sex chats had I found myself becoming somewhat excited. But even that had been nothing like this. We had talked about masturbation. I sat now remembering then how Sharon had openly asked me about it. Her fears regarding it and some of the rumors, silly rumors in fact, she had heard. I had told her then, reassuring her how perfectly normal it was for people to do it in order to reach some personal satisfaction. I had even shared with her the fact that I had often done so as a form of stress relief. Sharon had come right out and asked me if I did. And though her question had surprised me, I felt that to lie to her would have gone against the trust we'd established. So I had admitted to her that I did, and even when she then asked about her own father, I likewise confirmed that yes...he still did too every once in a while. Later, after returning to my room, just as I had now, I had realized my own personal arousal over our conversation. But I had also come to accept my own horniness simply because it had been several days since the last time Robert and I had done anything. I had even masturbated then, just to take the edge off as it where, and didn't think anything more about it.

But this, this had been even more intimate, even though the act itself hadn't been meant to be sexual in nature, not really anyway. But I couldn't shake the image of my own daughters 'cunt' as I'd touched it, even innocently meant. The way she had dribbled, the glistening moisture of her own obvious arousal sliding down between her lips, pooling, and then dribbling down onto the towel. I had also caught her, or at least I think I had caught her, playing with her breasts as I shaved her. It had to be arousing to her, that much was evident, and it made me wonder what she had been sitting there thinking about as I did so. Perhaps it was merely the intimate contact, which couldn't be helped, even though I was her mother who was doing it. I then tried to imagine if the roles had been reversed, would I have not also become likewise aroused even involuntarily?

Though I felt I had finally explained things to myself enough to have found rationalization in it, the tingling pleasure, and yes the moisture too between my own legs wasn't going away. I rolled across the bed, opening the dresser drawer where Robert and I kept our "naughty things" as we called them. A couple of vibrators we occasionally took out and used when the mood or the moment struck us, along with some lotions, lubrications, and even a cock ring I had purchased for him more as a gag gift, though he had come to love using it, which we now did very often.

After I had retrieved one of my favorite toys, I quickly stripped myself naked, resituating myself in the middle of the bed. Across the room, Robert and I had mounted a full-length mirror, which we used when dressing. But it had another purpose as well, which had been his idea in the first place, and again, something else we had enjoyed using in the past. Admittedly, we both enjoyed watching one another as we fucked wildly in the middle of the bed. 

I had to adjust myself only slightly, the image of me laying, my legs parted, my pussy swollen, throbbing and oh so very wet as I initially fingered and toyed with it. I was incredibly horny and knew it, though I again chocked that off to Robert and I not doing anything for several days now, and also the fact I hadn't even masturbated either. I wasn't about to accept the fact that it had been at seeing my young daughter naked, and then shaving her that had caused my arousal to reach the level that it had.

And there was something else that I didn't realize, at least for several moments anyway. I wasn't looking at my own pussy as I lay there, but was seeing inside my head, my daughters! When moments later I did realize it, realize I'd been laying there fingering my hard knotted clit, I tried shaking the thought from my head, and managed to do so for a moment or two, only to slip back towards doing that as the pleasurable sensations I was bringing myself intensified.

I gave off using my fingers, finally grabbing my toy and purposely conjured up an image of Roberts hard stiff cock, the way it felt in my hand, or inside my cunt as I now inserted the toy and began fucking myself with it. I felt the pleasure increase and knew I could easily achieve orgasm at any moment, that's how excited and aroused that I was. And, I decided to bring it about quickly too, arguing with myself that once I had satisfied this excitement, that I could again compose, and go about doing what needed to be done and not lay here entertaining thoughts I had no business imagining.

Thoughts of my daughters sweet innocent cunt, the way it had glistened, even smelled as I knelt close enough to her to have done so, the aroma of her precious femininity further heightening the decadence I'd permitted myself to entertain. The droplet of her own arousal, so wanting to capture it with the tip of my finger, drawing it into my mouth, tasting it...tasting her. Robert's cock no longer apart of the fantasy now as I edged closer and closer to orgasm, the final release seizing me as I pummeled the hard knobby ridged toy in and out of my daughters slick cunt as I came.

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I had dressed quickly, likewise stripping the bed and bundling the sheets together making them easier to carry back down the stairs to the laundry room. I stepped out into the hallway and headed towards the landing, reaching it just as I heard Sharon groan. I stopped, holding my breath as though that would help me to hear better. Sure enough as I stood there I heard her again. I took the next several steps down the stairs as quietly as I could, now curious if it was just my overactive, still somewhat aroused imagination controlling me. Though I also rationalized that if it wasn't, that perhaps Sharon was either dreaming, or actually in pain with the meds no longer giving her the relief they normally did. I finally reached a point on the stairs where I could peer down into the living room where she lay. For a moment I neither saw nor heard anything, and nearly took another step. Then...she moaned once again, and this time I saw the telltale movement of the lightweight blanket, which still covered her. It was obvious, and clearly so, as to what she was doing.

Though her legs were of course cast, and hard to maneuver about, she had managed to allow one of them to slide off the couch where it now rested on the floor beside her. The other, slightly bent, though even that must have been awkward for her, but it proved clearly without any doubt that she had done so in order to more easily access, and thus stimulate herself. I stood there, indecisive, wondering if I should go back up stairs to my own room giving her some additional privacy for a moment at least until she had finished. But even as I struggled with that, I stood watching her. I had no more than ten minutes ago gotten myself off, and yet...here I stood once again feeling arousal begin to course through me. I heard the quick intake of breath, the quick pant of ecstasy as Sharon obviously strove towards it. The movement of the blanket no longer as subtle as it had been when I'd first seen her, now moving rapidly as was her hand beneath it.

"Oh...oh....OH!" she moaned deeply then, her back coming up from the pillows briefly as she hovered momentarily, the surge of release only then escaping her before collapsing back against the pillows, her body quivering almost spasmodically for several long moments. I took the time to retrace my steps, quietly walking down the hallway to my bedroom. I stood, opening the door, then loudly closing it, and returned down the stairs towards the living room.

This time, Sharon appeared to be sleeping, so I passed by without comment, though noticing as I did she had managed to reposition her legs back onto the couch in repose. I then headed downstairs again into the basement, dumping the soiled sheets into the washer. I gripped the side of it, standing for a moment, feeling my heart pound, once again the image of my own daughter gripped in orgasm as she came.

Had she too then become inappropriately aroused just as I had...as I was again? Just as I had lost my own struggle with it, so must have she done, finally submitting herself to the need and desire to climax. Though I had indeed struggled with it, I had also finally accepted the simple fact, it had been a very erotic, intimate moment that the two of us had shared. And right or wrong, I had enjoyed the experience. And if, in having done so had found the need to seek release, just as she had obviously done as well. Then so be it, we had done so privately with our own thoughts, and it needn't be spoken about or discussed with one another after that.

#

Sharon had in fact gone to sleep and I busied myself around the house with some light cleaning until she woke up a little over an hour later catching me as I walked back through the living room.

"Wish I could help," she told me, alerting me to the fact she was indeed awake now.

"Oh, don't worry. As soon as your back on your feet again, you'll make up some lost time around the house, I assure you!"

She laughed at that, acknowledging she no doubt would be. "You almost finished? Want to watch a movie or something?" She asked.

"Sure, why don't you find us something while I fix our lunch? Then we can sit down and eat and watch it together."

I returned to the kitchen, fixed us up a couple of nice tuna salad sandwiches along with a tall glass of ice tea for us both and returned. Sharon was still holding the remote, scanning through a list of movie titles when she obviously found one, clicking on it. I had just sat the tray down with our lunch on the table when I caught the title, along with the rating and content beside it.

"Sharon!" I exclaimed in surprise. "I'm not sure that's appropriate for you...for us to be watching," I amended.

"Oh mother, sometimes you do treat me like a child you know, I am after all eighteen, and it's not like it's one of those other kinds of movies I've seen and heard you and dad watching from time to time you know."

"That's different," I stated, once again feeling embarrassed by the admission that we obviously did, or even worse that Sharon obviously knew about it too. Maybe this one wasn't a hard-core porn movie like Robert and I did on occasion enjoy watching together, but the title and subject content indicated it was damn close to being one.

"Oh come on, let's watch something a little sexy. Hell mom, even our soap gets pretty risqué from time to time, and you certainly don't mind watching that with me."

She was right about that. It was amazing how suggestive some of those daytime soaps could be, and short of actually showing anything, they still didn't leave much out in the way of suggestion.

"Well, ok...but if I think it's a bit much," I warned sitting down on the couch next to her as it came on, "then we'll pick something else."

It turned out to be one of those coming of age sort of movies. And though there were in the beginning a few suggestive scenes, which were primarily discussions between the two main characters, it wasn't really any worse than the soap opera. The problem was, it hit a little too close to home, and that's what had me fidgeting at the moment. Both girls were cheerleaders like my daughter, one of them even reminding me a little of her. I had managed to get through half of the movie well enough, but then came the good old shower scene. Amber, the girl who looked a lot like Sharon, had stood watching her best friend Cindy as she'd gone into shower. She had followed with the intention of doing the same. Oddly, it was after school of course, and most everyone else had already left. So the story was leaving you with the idea that Amber had feelings towards her friend though she hadn't quite acted on them. Cindy stood, watching as Amber stood in the shower, her hands caressing herself, not what you'd call washing.

"Hmmm," Sharon moaned softly, and then squirmed on her seat next to me, causing me to look over towards her. The fact that I could clearly see her breasts through the green chiffon wasn't helping any, nor that I could also tell that my daughter's nipples were once again extremely hard."

I forced my attention back to the movie, which was a Catch 22 in a way, as now Cindy had walked in joining her friend beneath the spray. They had stood for a moment without speaking, and then kissed. The camera panned to their hands cupping one another's breasts, tweaking each other's nipples as they stood there. Once again I heard a low soft moan come from my daughter, though this time I didn't turn to look at her, my eyes were glued to the screen as the camera hinted at the movements of the girls hands, and what they were now doing to one another though you couldn't actually see it.

"You ever do anything like that before?" Sharon asked surprising me. And then before I could answer her, which to be honest, I wasn't sure how I was going to even answer it as I sat there, she continued. "You know Kristen, right mother?"

I knew who Kristen was yes, amongst the girls on my daughter's squad, she was one that had come over to visit, and up until most recently, had been doing so more than any of the others. She had also come over a few times for what the girls called a sleepover, and had spent the night. I had chuckled to myself, even then, as Kristen had the smallest breasts of any girl on the team, reminding me of more boy than girl with her slim petite figure, little if any hips at all. Had it not been for her ponytail, she could have easily passed for a boy in some ways as she hardly wore any makeup at all either.

"Yes, why?"

"She's gay," Sharon said simply as though telling me what time it was the way she'd said it. "She's been with a boy before, and told me she's no longer a virgin, but she also told me she prefers girls, so she's actually more gay than bi-sexual."

"And is there a reason you're telling me all this?" I now asked, though deep down inside, I think I already knew what the answer was, but for another reason, I actually wanted to hear her tell me.

"We've sort of done that...a few times," she paused still looking directly at the scene on the TV, which I now turned away from, looking towards her."

"Would you like to explain that...sort of?"

"Have you?" she asked once again evasively, now looking at me.

I couldn't help but smile, she was fishing and I knew that, but I also knew she wasn't about to tell me anything until I told her something. It had always been like that between us, establishing trust in a way perhaps, but at the same time, not giving anything without getting something for it in return.

"Once, when I was about your age," I finally admitted, hoping it was enough that she would share more with me now.

"How was it?" she asked still not giving me anything.

"It was ok I guess, certainly different."

"Exciting?" she pressed.

"Well yes, I guess so, I don't think I'd have done it if it hadn't been," I offered in return, now actually feeling awkwardly excited just as I had felt earlier, and now as it seemed, having felt that way most of the day.

"Me too," she finally gave. "I mean, and all we did was touch one another...you know," she said leaving off. "We didn't do anything else. In fact, no one has," she now told me giving me far more than I had asked for or expected. And even that was strangely odd in a way, as Sharon had come to me, candidly informing me she was no longer a virgin. We had of course had one of our private sex-chats then about that, and after which I had gotten her on the pill. So I was surprised in many ways to now know she had never done that, when she'd obviously done other things that she'd openly confided in me about.

"So...you and Kristen have um, uh...masturbated each other then right?"

"Yes, several times," she freely admitted, even smiling when she said it. 

"During your sleepovers I suppose," trying to use my mom voice as though I wasn't too happy hearing about that.

She laughed however, seeing through my feint. "Yes, and once when she came here to see me after the accident."

"Sharon!" I once again exclaimed in surprised shock. "You mean to tell me, I was here when the two of you, when she..." I had lost whatever other words I was going to say, especially having the image now of the two of them laying in Sharon's bed together with me somewhere down stairs.

Even after telling me what she had, I knew she wasn't about to shock me with some revelation about her sexuality. She liked boys, always had. And had been seriously dating Jeff, the guy who I knew she had given her virginity to, though they had recently broken up shortly before the accident. He'd even come by to see her at the hospital, bringing her flowers, though she was headstrong enough even then to refuse their delivery.




A Mother's Touch



She was actually blushing though. "Well, it does help with the pain a little," she informed me by way of excuse, when the pills start wearing off, and before I can have another one."

Obviously I knew she masturbated. "Isn't that something you can do by yourself without anyone else's help?" I then asked.

Once again she smiled, "Well of course I can, and do...but it feels a lot better when someone else does it for you, doesn't it mother? And because it was and has been Kristen, it's not like its anything serious between us. It's just been a little pleasurable fun. I still like boy's mother, so if you're wondering if I'm turning gay or something..."

I didn't answer her first question as it was rhetorical in a way anyway, "No, I'm not saying that you are, and like I already told you, I was once your age myself," having every intention of going on, until she interrupted me once again.

"So did the two of you just play with each other? Or did you also go down on one another too?"

I turned my attention back towards the TV by way of buying some time while I thought about my answer, which was just about the worse thing I could have done. By now, the two girls were in bed together, once again kissing, but both clearly naked as Amber lay on top of Cindy grinding herself against her, with a look of pure pleasure showing on each one of their faces.

"That looks hot too," Sharon said lustily, hearing the edge of excitement clearly showing through in her voice. "I wonder what that feels like?" she now added further shocking and surprising me, but I also felt the surge of excitement at the memory of my own past experience coursing through me at that moment as well.

"It is," I heard myself saying, surprised that I did, and seeing the look of curious wonder on my daughter's face as she forced me in looking at her.

"Did you go down on her too?" she then asked, and as she did, I saw her hand disappear beneath the lightweight blanket that still covered her lap. 

Certainly she wouldn't actually touch herself, not now...not like this in front of me would she?" I sat there asking myself. But it was too obvious that she was, too obvious for me to ignore without commenting on it.

"Sharon, are you doing what I think you are?" I said purposely looking down as though that might embarrass her back into some sense of rationality.

"Yes," she said blatantly, "I think the pills starting to wear off for one thing, so it's helping with that too, but to be perfectly honest mother, I'm also a little horny here, imagining you...with another woman."

"Another girl," I corrected as though that made any difference, though her hand continued to purposely move back and forth beneath the covering. "And anyway...it's too soon for another pill," I heard myself saying, completely ignoring the obvious now though my eyes seemed glued to the blanket in her lap, not to mention the brief additional glimpse of Sharon's nearly revealed breasts with her nipples about as hard as they could possibly get.

"So does it?"

"Does it what?" I asked back more confused now than ever, not to mention a little disoriented in a way as we had somehow seemed to accept what was taking place here, allowing it to continue without my further acknowledgement of the fact, and with Sharon boldly continuing to masturbate herself with me watching her and not saying anything!

"Doesn't it feel a whole lot better when someone else does it for you as opposed to doing it yourself?"

"Well yes, I guess so...sure, of course, but..."

Sharon pulled the blanket away from herself, she had managed to pull her panties down just enough to reveal the freshly shaved smoothness of her mound, but it was the puffy swollen pink lips of her young pussy I now found myself looking at.

"Mom?" she said simply.

I looked her straight in the eye, disbelief showing on my face that she had just asked me to do something without coming out and actually saying it.

"You must be joking!" I said trying to sound indignant, yet I didn't stand up, walk away or do anything else either.

"Please?" she almost wined sounding more like a little girl, the little girl she once was more so than the young mature woman she had grown into.

"I can't do something like that, you're my own daughter!" I said stating the obvious. 

"It will help me to relax, help me get through until it's time for the next pain pill," she argued, though her argument was flimsy at best, though giving me a reason to discuss that rather than arguing about the other.

"A couple of strong dosage aspirins can see you through until then," I suggested, but I could hear the sudden change in my own tone of voice, my lips felt dry, and my head was actually spinning. And my eyes were once again drawn to my daughters lap as she actually spread her pussy lips apart, even more fully revealing her hard knotted clit, which she now sat fingering directly.

"It won't take long," she said lustily. "A nice hard cum will help me relax, help me to sleep for a while again, until later when I can take one. I promise...no one ever needs to know you did this for me," she said then. "You've already touched me anyway, when you shaved me. I felt your hand brush my clit a couple of times then," she continued weakening my resolve. "So it's not like you already haven't, so...please mother? Please?"

I knew I'd be struggling with this later, later when I had a chance to sit down and think about it, but the "tingly" I was now feeling myself was overruling my morality and better judgment.

"Ok, but two things."

"What?" she asked sounding suddenly delighted.

"One, you can't EVER tell anyone I did this, they would never understand why I did, or would for one, and that means Kristen too!" I added as a further concerned warning.

"Don't worry...I won't mother, and besides, I don't think I'll be seeing Kristen again anytime soon anyway. The last time she was here was to tell me she probably wouldn't be coming back, and that we certainly wouldn't be doing anything more together either. She's found someone that she's decided to commit herself too, so for that reason alone...we won't be. Anyway, what's the second?"

"I'll only do it beneath the blanket where I can't really see what I'm doing," I now told her, though even as I did, it sounded just as silly hearing it as to have said it. Sharon smiled at that, but agreed.

"Ok," she said grabbing the blanket again, though not before yanking down her panties all the way to the tops of her casts. But help me take these off first before you do that...ok?"

I did, catching another brief glimpse of Sharon's wet glistening split, which seemed even moister, far more wet than it had earlier, and with good reason. Once again she pulled the blanket up fully over herself, and then I sat beside her, allowing my hand to slip beneath the covering and down into her lap.

I was also grateful to discover that the show we'd been watching was over. Perhaps that would at least make things easier for me, but then Sharon seemed intent on making that even more difficult.

"It may take a little longer unless there's something really naughty going on for me to think about," she informed me.

"What do you mean? Want?" I then asked.

"Well, either tell me all about you and your girlfriend and what the two of you did to one another while you're doing me...or turn on one of those other movies, the kind that you and dad enjoy watching together."

With my hand and fingers already worming themselves around inside my own daughter's cunt, I'd already committed myself to helping her get off, but as bizarre as it might have been to anyone else, I knew without a doubt there was no way I could tell her about my own personal experience, and not end up licking my daughters cunt after doing so. I quickly flipped to the adult channel and selected the first erotic movie that I came to.

Boy...was that a mistake.

#

As the movie began it opened up with a large breasted woman lying in the middle of her bed, she was playing with herself while using a vibrator, which of course reminded me of what I'd been doing earlier. Moments later a second woman walks in on her, surprising her. The gal in bed at first seems embarrassed at being caught, but then the second woman, an obvious friend starts asking her about the toy, how it feels...and then as expected of course, she strips down and soon joins her.

"How does that feel anyway?" Sharon now asked me. "I've never used one of those either. Do you use it when you and dad fool around? Or mostly when you're alone?"

"God Sharon, what's gotten into you?" I asked, though I continued to sit there beside her, finger-fucking her cunt even as I said that.

"Just curious," she said simply, softly. "Just wondered if dad got jealous of you using one, or if he's more open minded than all that."

"Sometimes we do yes," I found myself admitting to her, once again trying to get back into more of the "sex-chat" type of discussions we had freely shared with one another, forgetting for the moment at least, that I was in fact masturbating my own daughters pussy while we did. "Though mostly I use it when I'm alone," I then added hoping that would settle the question.

"Can I try it sometime?" she now asked. I tore my eyes away from the movie, it was far worse now than the other as the two women on screen finger-fucked one another while licking each other's cunts pleasurably.

"I'll get you one," I told her, "then you can see for yourself."

"But how do I know which one to get? Or even if I should get one and try it if I've never had one before?"

"Maybe I'll let you try mine sometime," I then said, hoping that would settle it for the moment anyway. Which to some extent it did, though now...I sat listening to my daughter's sudden escalated breathing, added to the increased panting on the TV as the two women still locked in a mutual "69" strove to get one another off.

"Oh yeah, right there mom...right there. That's it...just like that, keep doing what you're doing...I'm almost...there!"

I felt the additional wetness, the lubrication as it suddenly coated my fingers. Finding her hard little knot, I teased it with the tip of my finger just the way I enjoyed doing myself whenever I came. Hearing Sharon's deep-throated moan of pure delight sent a series of jolts quivering up and down my own spine as well, even the tingly beginnings of a self non-touching orgasm seemed to linger on the surface briefly as I fought desperately to control them. Looking down at her now however, eyes closed, her face contorted into one of pure orgasmic bliss, Sharon also openly fondled her breasts, pulling each one of her nipples as hard as she could, just as I did...just exactly the same way I did whenever I came like this. Which I suddenly began doing.

#

Shortly after we had both climaxed, though I certainly hadn't told her that I did of course, Sharon once again fell asleep. I wandered upstairs to my bathroom much in a daze, and sat down inside the tub with the shower running as hot as I could stand it. As I sat there, I promised myself that never again would I allow something like that to happen between us. It had been too tempting, too obscenely tempting and too decadently wicked to ever allow myself to indulge in again. I was determined to tell her so that very evening, but Robert came home a bit earlier than usual, so I had to put it off as much as I had wanted to do otherwise.

The rest of the evening passed uneventful thankfully, with all being normal once again, and with Sharon even complaining less than normally, even when it finally came time that she could indeed take another pain pill again.

"I should be ok until morning," she told me, though the look in her eye said something else. Even the kiss goodnight that she gave me, lingered perhaps a millisecond longer than normal as well, though that could have been my own overactive imagination.

Robert stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom having carried her back up, waiting for me as we said goodnight.

"She seems to be in much better spirits today for some reason," he stated as we closed the door to her bedroom and then headed back down the hallway towards our own room. "I think you're being home with her as helped out a lot," he then added. "Nothing like a mother's touch I always say."

I nearly fell tripping over myself on the carpet, thankful that Robert had his arm around me at the time or I might have actually done so.

He then grinned as we entered our bedroom. It was early yet, even for us. "Well, what's say you and I have a bit of fun?" he suggested wantonly. "I've been horny all day!"

"Yeah, me too," I said. "Me too."

#

It was Friday, one more day before the weekend when Robert would be home. Then he would spend most of the day with Sharon as she lay on the couch. And that meant, if nothing else, that she would at least dress a bit more demurely in front of her father. As for myself, it meant that Sharon and I would eventually get around to having a chat, one in which I firmly intended us to have with a promise given, and one being received, that we wouldn't again allow to happen what had already happened.

The moment she had woke though, it was obvious she was in a bit more pain than usual. I then had to question the logic of her not taking a pain pill prior to going to bed. Though she had obviously slept through the night comfortably enough, she was now in some discomfort as she lay on the couch shortly after her father had carried her downstairs.

"Worse today?" he had asked concernedly just before heading out the door to work.

"She'll be ok, soon as the medication kicks in," I assured him, and then kissed him, perhaps a bit more passionately as he stepped out the door, but it had been a rather wild evening in bed together the night before. Robert left with a nice smile on his face, leaving me with one too. It had been at Robert's suggestion that we incorporate a couple of toys, which we'd done. Though it had been the vision of using one on Sharon that had filled my warped mind as I came, the image of that once again filling my head, erasing the smile.

Sharon dozed for a bit as the medication once again kicked in. I puttered about until an hour or so later I heard the TV come on. Heading out into the living room to check on her and see if she was hungry enough for breakfast, I was flabbergasted to see what it was she'd decided to watch.

"Don't you think it's a little early in the morning to be watching something like that?" I asked coming in to the living room. 

Sharon had selected another of the really dirty movies from one of the adult channels. The first thing that had greeted my eyes was the sight of one woman sitting on a rather large sized cock, and another woman sitting on his face. As they did, they also faced one another, kissing and fondling each other's breasts. Sharon completely evaded my question to her however, asking me one instead.

"You and daddy ever consider doing something like that?" she asked.

Now it was my turn to avoid her question, though we honestly had. "You want anything to eat?" I said instead though my eyes were on the TV now instead of her, watching the two women fondling one another's breasts, reminding me briefly how Sharon and I had been doing that the day before.

She giggled, and I knew when she did she was feeling the effects of the pain medication. I also noticed as I stood there that she had chosen to wear one of her father's sleeveless underwear tank tops and a simple thong that barely covered her nearly exposed mound. I saw that her nipples were already hard, pressing firmly against the tight form-fitting shirt outlining each one of her breasts as though it had been molded to them.

"Yeah...you!" she said teasingly, and then giggled again.

"Sharon!" I exclaimed, feeling my face redden. I feigned shock at her comment, trying very hard to show disgust as she lay looking up at me, but my body was saying something else as I felt a brief quick tingle between my legs. Her statement had already painted a very vivid, very vulgar picture inside my head of her doing just that.

"Ooh look mother, look what they're doing now!" she said redirecting my gaze.

I was more than willing to look anywhere rather than at her at the moment, especially when I saw her hand slipping down beneath the small little piece of material covering her mound. On the TV, the male actor with the large sized dick was now kneeling between the legs of one of the women, the other woman was holding his prick, teasing the opening of the other woman, simultaneously licking them both as she did so.

"God that's hot...I wonder what that would feel like?" she stated. I stood there wondering the same thing myself briefly, then again collected myself and turned back towards her. Obviously, trying to have any sort of discussion with her at the moment was useless, at least until she had come down from her mixed euphoria, a combination of the pills effect in addition to the sexual arousal she was also experiencing.

"I'm going to pour myself a coffee," I then said turning to leave. "You want anything?"

Once again, she just looked at me and grinned, though at least this time she didn't say anything. Exasperated, I finally turned and left heading back into the kitchen area. After pouring myself a cup, I stood there with my hands flat down on the kitchen counter. I was angry, more with myself than with Sharon for allowing things to get so out of hand. The tingling sensation I now felt between my legs further enhanced my frustration as well as my resolve to deal with this as soon as I felt Sharon was in a more rational state of mind to do so. But until then, I could either stay in the kitchen until then or rejoin her and wait it out. Against my better judgment, I decided to return to the living room. I knew in doing so where things would end up of course, I wasn't so naive as to think things wouldn't. As she had already begun doing, which was of course obvious, it was my hope that after having an orgasm, she would calm down enough to collect herself. The excitement and arousal likewise dulling the effects of the pill she had taken. Perhaps then she would be more willing to sit down and discuss what had been happening between us and accept the fact that it simply couldn't continue on the way it had been.

Returning then, I wasn't surprised to find that she had removed her tee shirt, her breasts once again fully exposed as she cupped them, occasionally fingering and playing with her nipples. I had known of course that Sharon was very sexual in nature, we both were. But her lack of morals and inhibitions at the moment surpassed being that, making it more difficult for me as I sat down across from her in my favorite chair. 

"Would you like for me to make some room for you," she asked sweetly. "You could come over here, sit by me while we watch the movie together," she suggested.

"Ah, no thanks. I think it would be better if I stayed here," I told her, turning my attention to the TV rather than staring at her as she continued pleasuring herself so openly in front of me.

"Mother?"

"Yes?" I said answering without looking at her, feeling the heat in my own face, not to mention the frustration at feeling it also between my legs. The visual of the ongoing threesome on screen not helping things any either. But I was determined to sit there and at least act like none of this was getting to me, even though it was.

"Can I try that vibrator out now?" she asked. Now I did turn towards her, prepared to tell her no, prepared to demand that we turn off the TV, sit and have a rational discussion about all this and end it before it got even more out of hand than it already was. When I did however, I saw that Sharon had managed to reposition herself, even with the casts on her legs, she'd managed to bend them at the knee as much as possible, now sitting with her legs spread. She had pulled the small patch of material off to one side and was openly displaying her wet glistening cunt as she sat fingering it.




A Mother's Touch



Words failed me as I sat there looking at her. Her expression one of pure unbridled lust and desire. And I knew there and then, that any attempt at talking to her now was pointless, not until she had climaxed at least and calmed down enough to do so. My decision then, perhaps not a wise one at the time, was to help her do just that, and if it meant getting the vibrator for her so that she did so, then I was willing to do whatever it took at the moment.

"Ok," I said simply without any further response, and then headed upstairs to retrieve it.

#

I made my way over to the nightstand opening the drawer. As I did, I felt the trickle of fluid running down the inside of my leg and realized my panties were soaked! I quickly retrieved the thinner 'massage' type vibrator rather than the one that looked more like a man's cock. Somehow I couldn't justify giving her that one to use, it would be even more erotically wicked in doing so, in my mind at least, and thus retrieved the other one. After I had done so, I slipped off my drenched panties, only then remembering that all my clean ones were down in the laundry room still sitting on the folding table. I wasn't about to put my soaked panties back on, and thus grabbed my robe after first removing the rest of my clothing. Though I was now naked, I had stood there telling myself that I would explain to Sharon my intent to shower, which I'd decided to do, after giving her the vibrator to use. I also knew that I would come back up to my own room, sit in the tub and masturbate furiously. The desire I now felt having spread through my own cunt like an out of control fire, needing to be quenched.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this either. Walking down the hallway back towards the stairs wearing nothing but my own robe and carrying one of my vibrating toys in my hand which I was about to give to my daughter to use, and get herself off with. By the time I had returned, she had positioned herself comfortably upon the couch, entirely naked, and entirely exposed as she lay there fingering herself. She smiled, and then grinned as she saw I had changed.

"Finally decided to join me huh?" she stated. "Way cool! I'd love to see how you do it," she then said.

"Sharon," I began as I stood there holding the vibrator, but she headed me off.

"Show me how you use it while I watch before I do it," she told me. "I'm a little nervous."

Hearing her say that actually made me laugh at the ridicules comment. "You nervous? Not hardly!" I said looking down at her, especially the way she was so openly displayed. "God Sharon, I'm your mother for hell's sakes, and I'm the one standing here with this...this...toy in my hand about to show my own daughter how to use it!"

Once again she smiled. "Open your robe so I can see you," she told me. "You're so beautiful mother, you really are you know."

I felt all resolve, all rationality and reason escape me. I had no business doing this, there was no justification for any of it, yet I knew without a doubt as I stood there, my hand already loosening the belt on my bathrobe, what I was about to do.

"It's not all that complicated," I began. "And you just do...or touch yourself however it best feels pleasurable, you don't even have to insert it inside, most of the time I don't in fact, just teasing my...um, just teasing my ah..."

"Clit?" Sharon giggled, fingering her own as she said it. "Go on mother...say it," she teased suggestively. "Say clit."

"Clit," I said actually giggling, the giddiness, the eroticism of the moment robbing me of my senses. I then placed the toy against myself turning it on. Almost immediately I felt the humming vibration of it as it pleasured my soul, my eyes closing involuntarily for a moment until hearing the sound of my daughter's voice.

"Come closer so I can see it better," she told me. I took a couple of steps. "No...really close, come stand right next to me," she then said, which I did, feeling eerily wicked as I did so, the vibrator pressed against my own bare pussy which Sharon could now clearly see even better than I could myself.

I had once again closed my eyes, not so much in having done so because of the titillating sensation of the vibrator itself, but because of my own somewhat awkward embarrassment of standing so closely to my own daughter, with my own sex so clearly revealed to her as I stood there. 

"You have a beautiful pussy!" I heard her say.

"Thank you," I responded, not knowing what else to say, still keeping my eyes tightly closed nevertheless, not wanting to look at her, see her as she sat there looking at me so intently the way I knew she was doing.

But then I felt something, something I had not expected to feel, and for a moment, the sensation of it didn't even register, but when it did, my eyes popped open as I looked down. I saw Sharon had first slipped a finger just inside my opening. She was worming it inside me, the pleasure of which was immediately apparent as my knees weakened nearly giving way.

"Oh Sharon, we shouldn't...you shouldn't be doing that!"

"Too late!" She said smiling, looking up at me, "I already am!"

Just the touch of her finger itself felt better than the vibrator did, and I took it away, still holding onto it as it hummed wickedly within the palm of my hand. I sucked in my breath, holding it as I felt her fingers spread my lips apart, the delicate touch of another finger now gliding over the smooth slick surface of my exposed clit as she caressed it, toyed with it, and played with it as I stood there.

"Feel nice?" she now asked.

It was obvious to her that it did, and I couldn't very well say otherwise, giving in to the sensation of it as she continued to fondle it, touching it, playing with it so provocatively.

"Yes! Yes! It does!" I freely admitted, once again the lightheadedness of my own daughter's touch threatening to make me collapse as I felt the first tingling promise of orgasmic delight begin to course through me.

I then felt a second finger enter, her hand now walking two fingers inside, exploring, caressing playing. I felt myself shudder, goose bumps suddenly blossoming everywhere all at once as she did so. I was so lost in the exquisite sensation of it all, that when the intensity of what I soon felt began, I succumbed to it without even thinking about what had happened for a moment, until my eyes again opened and l looked down. As I did, I watched Sharon's tongue as it came out to continue flicking, and then sucking my hard obscenely exposed clit.

"Sharon! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

#

The orgasm I then felt was overwhelming. Stars filled my head, the convulsions of such orgasmic delight seizing my entire body. I knew that unless I had support, I would collapse as I stood there. My hands automatically reaching out, quickly locating Sharon's head as my fingers entwined themselves in her hair. I held onto her then, felt her tongue and lips as she mouthed my clit so softly, gently sucking it as I came. I felt the tickle of her tongue stabbing at the release of climatic joy that spilled from my cunt like a faucet turned on. Her fingers now slick with my essence, continuing to probe, fucking me furiously. I could likewise hear the erotic sounds my cunt made, the obscene sucking, slippery squishy noise that her fingers produced as she continued to strum the instrument of my sex, the song heard one of lusty fulfillment.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck it! Fuck it! Suck it Sharon! Suck it! Suck my fucking clit!"

I in fact did collapse next to her on the couch, though it was several minutes before I was aware that I had. As I gathered myself, the smell of sex, the aroma of climax still thick in the air between us, I glanced over towards her. Sharon once again now lying back, though I watched as she did so, licking her lips and fingers. Knowing that it was my spending, my essence that she now tasted as she looked at me so wantonly while doing so.

There was no point in commenting, saying anything. I knew, as well as she knew what I was about to do to her...for her. She had already positioned herself for it in fact, expectantly as I'd sat there collecting myself, finally breathing again. Her hands already toying with those near perfect breasts of hers, nipples so hard and so firm that I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of sucking them, sucking them the way she had once sucked upon mine.

I slid up onto her then, replacing her hands with my own, surrounding each one of her rounded orbs, feeling their weight, their softness and fullness as I now gathered them together, making her twin nipples one. I captured her, sucking them in, heard and felt the intake of breath which she held as I did so. I tongued the tender surface of her twin peaks, and then sucked even harder, forcing her to gasp audibly. I began kissing her sensitized flesh, slowly making my way down her taut belly, lingering briefly at her naval, spearing it with my tongue. I played there for a moment, teasing and hinting at what was to come as I journeyed onward, taking my time.

By the time I had reached the glistening split of her sex I could already smell her, the intoxicating aroma of her desire, her want and her need. It assailed my nostrils as I took her in, long before I tasted her, long before my own tongue speared the heavenly split of her opening devouring her when I did. And then when I did, I couldn't get enough of it, enough of her...my own daughter!

It was then that I felt as well as heard the faint gentle hum of the vibrating toy that had somehow fallen beneath me, long forgotten until now. Grabbing it, I then placed it at the opening of Sharon's pink pettled flower and probed her teasingly with it, just as my lips and tongue did against her hard knotted little clit.

"Oh fuck! Yes mother! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sharon wailed, bouncing almost spasmodically beneath me as I slowly slid the toy inside, holding it there, buried almost completely now, though I didn't as yet move it. I continued to tongue her instead, lapping at her split, tasting the pure sweetness of her oozing nectar as it filled my mouth, dancing on the tip of my tongue which I then used to further caress and stimulate the surface of her hard little nubbin with.

"God! Fuck me mother! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She pleaded as I finally began doing so with the toy.

No words passed between either of us as we recovered. Perhaps the guilt I now began to feel at doing what we'd just done, Sharon now feeling herself. And though I did, and though she may have as well, she touched me, motioning to me to turn around, which I did. I soon after settled myself over her face once again. My own now positioned over my daughter, her sweet split once again beckoning to me, which I kissed and then tasted again, just as she began doing to me.

For the next hour or more, we slowly, almost quietly pleasured one another. I had lost all track of the number of orgasms we either shared, or gave to one another. We soon collapsed however, finally satiated, exhausted, and then slept until the feint sound of the mailman slipping letters through the opening in the door woke me.

"God Sharon! Your father will be home soon!" I said once again alert, now fearful and worried as I exploded into action, surveying the scene of our too wicked to think about adventure. Gathering up the toy I had used on my own daughter, I quickly gathered my robe, sprinting upstairs to shower and dress before Robert came home, but not after first assuring myself that all looked normal again, including Sharon as I had likewise helped her to dress.

"Mom?" Sharon spoke freezing me in place before I had sprinted upstairs, the shame of what I'd allowed to happen already threatening to overtake me.

"Don't!" she said simply. "I wanted it too...perhaps even more than you did, so please...don't."

I kissed her then, sweetly, like a mother to her daughter, reestablishing in a way what we had had before, "before this" I thought chastising myself momentarily. Knowing even as I did so, that I had enjoyed what we had done, had enjoyed it immensely in fact, something which I would have to accept and acknowledge eventually. But for the moment, it was enough to know that Sharon had as well, and that what we had done, what I had so foolishly allowed to happen, hadn't caused any permanent rifts between us. So there was at least that much to help me deal with what it was we had done, and which I knew deep down inside, I wanted to do and experience again!

#

I had stood in the shower for a very long time, barely getting out and drying off before Robert arrived home from work. But it had given me the time that I needed to think and rationalize things out. I had never kept, nor hidden from my husband anything before. We had shared the most intimate of secrets, fantasies and desires. And though NOTHING had ever bordered on what I had now allowed myself to experience or do, I knew without any doubt, without any hesitation whatsoever, that I was going to tell him. I knew the risk was great. There was no telling how he'd respond to it when I did. What I had done, what I had allowed to happen was unforgivable. But to continue it beyond that, which had now happened, would be even more so should he ever discover it himself. Steeling myself, I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come in, which a short time later, he did.

"Busy day?" he asked as he came into the room seeing the look on my face as I sat on the edge of the bed, worriedly, frightened, certainly more fearful now that I had ever been before in my entire life.

"You could say that," I said feeling the tears wailing up in my eyes. "We need to talk later, after Sharon's gone to bed," I informed him. "There's something I need to tell you about."

"Want to tell me now?" he asked worriedly.

"No, not now. Later. And I don't want Sharon aware of anything until after she's gone to bed either." I added still sounding mysterious about it, which I was sure concerned him even further though it couldn't be helped.

"Well, ok," he acknowledged, leaving it be for the moment. 

The rest of the evening was spent somewhat quietly, which I was more than grateful for. Though periodically receiving worried concerned looks from my daughter during the course of the evening. Once, when Robert had gone out to the kitchen to pour himself another glass of wine, Sharon had caught my attention.

"You're going to tell him aren't you?" she said.

"I have to. He's my husband...your father." I told her. "I can't live with this being a secret," I then added. "But don't worry...we'll deal with it I assured her. "We'll work through it...together."

#

It was a short time later that Sharon announced she was tired, and asked her father if he wouldn't mind carrying her up to bed. After telling her goodnight myself, again kissing her trying to give her some assurance that all would be well between us, he then did so.

When Robert failed to return within a reasonably expected amount of time, I knew then that Sharon had decided to talk to him herself, knowing full well it was my own intention to do so. I half thought about going upstairs, now fidgeting, worried thoughts almost paralyzing me as to what they were discussing, talking about as Sharon no doubt told her father everything we had done. I kept waiting for the explosion, the sound of a slammed door, the angry shocked look on his face when he came back down the stairs.

It seemed like an eternity, like time had stopped before I finally did hear the door, though it had opened and closed softly, almost too softly in fact.

I sat in my chair facing the stairs, my heart had stopped beating, or so it felt anyway. I looked up expectantly, waiting to see him descend, expecting to see the angry look on his face that I had prepared myself for. Moments later I heard, and then saw him as he began to come down. He smiled at me however, shocking me as he did so.

"She's asleep," he said easily, not at all what I'd expected to hear, and sat waiting for the other shoe to drop. "And yes...she told me everything," he then said taking his own chair across from me. "And I know it was your intention in doing so before she did," he also added. "But she knew you were going to do that, and take the blame for everything that happened yourself, so she told me about it before you did, and she told me in very explicit detail everything...from start to finish."

"And?"

"And what?" he said. "I think right now, we all need a good night's sleep. I told her that tomorrow, the three of us would sit down and discuss it further. I think at the moment, that's all that really needs to be said about it." Robert then surprised me by standing up, taking my hand and kissing me warmly, affectionately. "So...what's say we turn in and get some sleep. I think tomorrows going to be an interesting day."

#

It was somewhere towards the middle of the night. I woke feeling the press of Robert's hard stiff cock against my ass, his hand already cupping, kneading and tweaking my aroused nipple, which had become so even before I had awoke sensing that it was.

"Rob..."

"Shh," he whispered against my neck. "We'll talk...tomorrow. But right now, I need you," he told me. Which was music to my ears, as more than anything at that moment, I needed hearing him say that.

I was surprised to find myself already lubricated as he slipped inside me, the feel of his long thick cock spearing my cunt, and then lodging itself deeply, unmoving for several long moments. We fucked almost wordlessly afterwards, for a very, very long time, until I felt his cock lurch, spurting his hot semen deeply inside me, triggering my own climax when he did.

We fell asleep, still coupled together, and though his prick had at some point slipped out of me during the night, I had long since fallen asleep before it had, waking only when the sunlight came through the window alerting me to the new day as we lay still affectionately resting against one another.

#

I had gone downstairs to start the coffee. Robert going down the hall to see if Sharon was up yet, and wanted to be carried down. I knew as I stood watching the coffee drip into the pot that we would at some point be having that chat, that discussion that my husband had alluded to. And though we had obviously come together affectionately and reassuringly so during the night, it was still with a bit of intrepidation that I stood there, not waiting for the coffee to finish being made, though that's what I am sure I was trying to make myself think. But what I was doing, was waiting to hear the sound of Robert bringing Sharon downstairs, and then the inevitable discussion we would soon have. 

When I finally did hear Robert's footsteps coming down stairs, I exited the kitchen heading towards the living room. He met me there, though it was obvious Sharon hadn't come down with him.

"She still asleep? Or wanting to?" I asked, almost feeling relief that she may be.

"No, she's awake...and wanting to see you, us..." he quickly amended. 

"Now?" I asked feeling the knot in my stomach at realizing the "discussion" I still felt myself dreading was only moments away.

"Yes, now. No sense putting things off, and I agree with her on that," he told me, though his brief smile told me that I was perhaps fretting over it a bit more than necessary. "Don't worry, everything's ok."

I slowly followed Robert up the stairs towards our daughter's bedroom, knocking before we entered hearing her telling us to come in. Robert then held the door as I did, seeing Sharon still lying between the sheets.

"Morning mother," she said smiling at me.

"Good morning honey," I responded almost automatically, though feeling a rather surrealistic atmosphere about all this as I did.

"Obviously you know daddy and I already talked," she informed me, to which I glanced towards my husband, seeing him again smile, nodding his head.




A Mother's Touch



"Yes, and I guess that means that you and..." I never finished my thought as I turned back to face her, seeing then as Sharon casually tossed the sheet away from herself. She was naked beneath it, save for the casts on her legs.

"And he also knows, that I still want to continue," she now added, shocking me into momentary silence. "But it was also my suggestion, and admission, that to do so without his approval, and without his knowledge wasn't right, or without yours either," she then added.

Once again I turned to face my husband, speechless as I did so, looking at him. "I don't have a problem with it," he said almost quietly. "And yes...we did talk about it, and afterwards, I understood how and why that it happened, and that it was an erotic experience for the both of you."

"For all of us..." Sharon now said including her father, once again drawing my attention towards her. "If you're ok with that too," she now added. "But I'm not going to sit here and pretend otherwise, not anymore," she now confessed. "Especially now, after having actually been with you mom...and that I so very much want to be with you again...now in fact."

Her obvious invitation towards me had made that clear enough, but I certainly hadn't expected it either. Nor had I expected it to be likewise directed at my husband...her father either. I stood looking at her, immediately feeling the same want and desire I'd known and felt the day before. There was no denying it, no pretending to stand there and convince myself that I didn't either.

"No one can ever know about this if we do," I then said. "If we do this, if we allow this to happen between us, it must stay that way...just between us, no matter what the future brings, or when it brings it, or when you eventually find someone and marry them. When that time comes, which it will, then all this...whatever we do, for however as long as we permit it to continue. It must end then and there, and never be spoken of or brought up again."

Sharon was grinning, as was Robert. "We already discussed and agreed on that," he said.

"You did?"

"Yeah, we did," he told me, and then walked over, undoing the sash on my robe revealing my nakedness beneath it.

"You too daddy!" Sharon spoke as she now scooted herself back against the headboard, and then pointing towards the bed. "Come on, I think it's only fitting now that I watch the two of you fuck..." she said saying the one word that still surprised me hearing her say it. Though in doing so, I then knew she was very much aroused and excited upon hearing it, not to mention seeing Robert as he likewise removed his own robe, showing the hard stiff massive erection he now sported. "And besides...there's something else I want to do, especially after seeing it in the movie we watched yesterday," she now added.

"Movie? What movie?" Robert asked as the two of us crawled into the bed. 

"Obviously, there's a few minor details she didn't mention," I now commented. 

"Obviously," Robert said eyeing his daughter. "Anything else I should know about that you haven't told me?" He then asked.

"How about...we show you instead," Sharon grinned. And I knew exactly which scene it was she was referring to when she said it, already placing myself in position, as Sharon went on. "Ok, now you dad, kneel between mom's legs, yeah...that's right, just like that, except don't do anything, that's MY job!"

Somehow she had managed it, even with her casts on, now lying crossways between us. I had propped myself up as well, just enough to see what she was doing, let alone feel it as she did. Taking her father's cock in hand, placing the hard swollen purple tip of it against my clit, and then simultaneously licking us both as she did so.

"Which movie was it?" Robert asked. "Because we must have missed that one," he announced pleasurably as Sharon tickled his cock and my clit with her tongue at the same time.

"I'll show you later," Sharon told him. "It really was a good one too...and there's an even better scene in it that I'd like to see again too," she added.

"Oh? I don't remember another one," I said fighting to remain in control, though at the moment I was finding it very difficult to do that.

"Not surprised," Sharon grinned. "You'd just finished coming and had collapsed on the couch when I glanced over to see it," she stated. "That was the part when the two women were sucking his cock? And he came? And he was squirting his hot fuck juice everywhere while they both fought over it? That one?"

"No...I definitely don't remember seeing that," I assured her. "But I'm sure your father wouldn't mind seeing it, or experiencing that himself now would you?"

Robert's answer came in the form of a hot juicy squirt that Sharon continued to pump out, directing it at my clit as she did so, still licking me, causing my own very intense orgasm to begin seconds later. It was only one of many that the three of us would experience together throughout the course of the day, not to mention the following day too.

And yes, Robert got to see his movie, and after we had done so, we repeated everything we had done all over again. And we also watched the one where the two women shared a double dildo together. And though we didn't have one of those at the time, we did make do with what we did have, amongst other things.

We've also made a list of all the things we want to pick up and add to our "naughty collection", but even more importantly, we're looking forward to Sharon finally getting her casts off. It's been a bit of a challenge for us all with them on, but we're almost grateful in a weird way, that she broke them in the first place.



A Mother's Touch Ch. 02



It is fascinating how extraordinary circumstances can produce totally unexpected acts and deeds. In this case, a serious car crash thrust my eighteen-year-old son, Jacob, and I into a situation that brought us together in a way neither of us could ever have imagined. He had been out driving around with a couple of friends, one of whom just got his license, when the driver lost control and rolled it. Luckily nobody was seriously injured, but they all ended up in hospital for a couple of weeks with various broken bones and abrasions.

Jacob came out with both his arms in casts, which left him completely dependent on me. I was so thrilled at having him alive; I did not mind doing everything for him. As a matter of fact, I actually enjoyed most of it, especially when I helped him take a shower. It was not until I had done it several times that what I had suspected became a reality. Every time I washed my son's penis and testicles, he started getting aroused! The first time it happened, I quickly moved to another area of his body and chatted about things to distract him ... and of course ... me.

But then one day my little trick did not work, and the minute I started lathering his crotch, his dick got hard fast. Jacob got a big penis even though he just turned 18, so there was no ignoring the situation.

"Sorry, Mom!" he said with an uncomfortable little grin.

"Don't worry, honey," I said, continuing to wash between his well developed young legs. "It's only natural. Besides I've seen plenty of these things before."

"You have?"

Clearly this only excited Jacob more, because his cock seemed to throb powerfully in my hand.

"Sure, It's no big deal, just relax darling," I said, trying to act as calmly as possible. But feeling my son's virile young cock hardening under my fingers was doing things to my pussy that it should not have.

I squeezed him tightly. "My baby boy has grown so much."

I could not believe I was so turned on by my own son. His young prick was at full erection now and looked every bit as large as his father's had been. I could not help myself; I had to touch it without the washcloth in the way. I dropped the soap and wrapped my fingers around Jacob's stiff cock. It was incredibly stiff but smooth to the touch and my pussy began to dribble into my panties as I looked up into my son's wide eyes.

"Do you play with yourself when it gets hard like that, Baby?" I asked, almost clinically, but the heat between my legs betrayed my own mounting excitement.

"S.. sometimes Mom," he answered.

"Do you want Mommy to help you out with it now, my baby", I asked, my voice almost a whisper, "I know you need a relief darling, it's natural."

"Ohhhh, yeahhh!! Bu ... but ... it is ... isn't ot wrong Mom?"

"Come on honey! Mommy is going to help you only." I said looking at him.

His head shot up in alarm as I grasped his stiff cock. I gripped his gorgeous young prick and began to slowly move my fist up and down the hard, slippery length of my son's cock relishing it to the fullest. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned contentedly, closing his eyes as I started jerking him off. "That feels so good, Mom!"

"I just want my boy to be happy, honey," I stuttered, feeling the heat from his cock travel up my arm and down into my incredibly wet pussy, "now let me show you how a woman can please you." The crotch of my panties are soaking wet now.

"Keep doing what you're doing, Mom," he sighed. "I haven't been able to do this for myself since the accident."

"Oh really? Do you do it often, baby?" I breathed, running my other hand up and down his taut young thighs.

"Yeah, Mom, everyday," gasped Jacob through clenched teeth, "sometimes more if I'm feeling really horny."

I knew how horny young eighteen-year-olds could get, so I had no difficulty imagining Jacob jerking himself off all over his room. It made my inflamed cunt twitch and drool with arousal. Talking so wantonly with my own son like this as I jacked off his cock was the most exciting thing I had ever done 'so far'.

"What do you think of when you're playing with it, honey?" I asked, wanting him to excite me more with his fantasies.

"I think of... girls and... mmmhh ... women... " he replied hesitantly, "and....."

"And what, baby?"

"... and... oh ... you, Mom!" he whispered, blushing but staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at my sopping crotch.

"Ohhh, Jacob my Baby, how naughty you are!" I gasped.

Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her lover. Surprisingly, Jacob knew exactly what to do. He parted his soft, young lips and let my drooling tongue enter his hot, panting mouth, slithering his own tongue past mine and into my mouth. My little boy had done this before, and he was good! I moaned with pleasure as Jacob devour my hot mouth.

"Take it off, Mom", he panted, pulling his mouth off mine. "Take off your top, I wanna see your breast!"

As if in a daze, I did as he demanded. I was a bit worried about where all this foreplay was leading, but I knew I did not want it to stop either.

"Uhhhh, yes!" I muttered "I want you to seen Mommy's tits, baby!"

I took off my blouse and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spring free. Jacob moaned softly as I reached up with my free hand and began to squeeze them one at a time. I am very proud of my tits. Even though, I'm 43 now, they are not too big and still almost as firm as they were when I was in twenties. Jacob's eyes went big and round, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched me fondle my breasts. I resumed rubbing his slippery wet cock as he stared at my naked tits.

The steamy bathroom somehow made what we were doing seem a little less real. I did not care that I was engaged in sexual foreplay with my eighteen-year-old son, I just wanted it to continue. Damn the consequences! Up and down, up and down, I moved my fist over Jacob's throbbing prick, each stroke bringing him closer to release. I loved the look on his face and the occasional groans of ecstasy as my hand gave him the pleasure his own could not.

The tingle of excitement between my thighs had grown rapidly into a raging itch that needed to be attended to. I reached underneath my skirt and started rubbing my cunt-mound through my soaked panties, watching Jacob's eyes gleam as he followed my hand.

"Oh, Mom!" he gasped, when he realized what I was doing.

I had the sudden wicked impulse to let my son watch me rub my naked cunt. Letting go of his cock for a second, I quickly undid my skirt and removed my panties. Jacob's eyes were flashing from my tits to my cunt and back again as I finally stood before him completely naked.

"God, Mom, you're gorgeous!", he muttered, "I wish I could touch you."

"But you can, my darling," I smiled, reaching for his stiffly twitching young cock. "You can touch me in the best possible way with this!"

I moved up close to my son until our naked bodies were almost touching. "Oh, Mom," he breathed, "I want you!"

"Take me, Baby, I'm yours." I looked into his eyes and pulled his lips to mine kissing him hard pushing my tongue into his mouth. "I love you Jacob." I told him. "Mommy wants to show you how much." I pressed my body against him and felt his throbbing manhood pressing into my tummy. His breathing became heavy and laboured as I grabbed his erection and inserted it between my thighs. Jacob was a couple of inches shorter than me and I had to bend my knees a little so that his gorgeous young cock would line up with my pussy. I felt the head nudge my mound and slide deliciously up along my incredibly wet cunt-slit before popping neatly into my neglected fuck-hole.

"I need to fuck baby. I'm so hot for your cock." I moaned and as he watched lowered my oozing pussy on to it.

Jacob's mouth opened wide and he let out a low, throaty moan as I hunched forward, burying his man-sized prick deep into my aching mature cunt. He stared at me spell bound as the hard shaft speared its way into his Mom, the lips of my vulva spreading wide as it slid into me.

"Unnnnghhhh! Mom!.. Fuck! Ohhhhh, Jesus!"

"Feel good, sweetheart?", I whispered, contracting my cunt-muscles around his cock for effect.

"God Mom! It feels fantastic! I've never had such a feeling Mom," replied Marty, panting for breath. "You're so hot and wet and... and tight!"

"Don't sound so surprised," I smiled, "I haven't had something this big and lively up my pussy since your father left years ago."

"Really Mom?' he grinned.

"You bet!", I said grinding myself against him sensuously, "You're hung like a stud pony honey and Mommy wants to ride you!"

"Go for it, Mom", gasped Jacob, "ride my cock!"

"Yes darling! Mommy gonna ride my baby." With a whimper of pleasure, I began moving my hips back and forth, pinning my son's ass against the tiled wall as his wonderfully hard prick slid in and out of my extremely aroused cunt. I was beside myself with lust! Jacob's cock felt so good inside me, even better than I remembered his father's cock had felt during the years of our marriage. That is, before he left me for some blonde secretary half his age. Well now I had a young lover too... my own handsome son!

Jacob was bravely thrusting his strong young hips back at me as we fucked awkwardly, the warmwater from the shower spraying over our heated bodies. I wished his hands were free so he could grab my ass and pump his rock-hard young prick in and out of my cunt like I knew he wanted to.

"Ohhhhhh, Babieee!" I gasped as his balls began to slap loudly against the sensitive flesh between my thighs.

We kissed passionately, our tongues twisting and plunging with the same frantic tempo as our hips, devouring our sweet saliva. Within a minute or two, Jacob began to moan and heave his hips against me violently, and I knew he is about to come. I was nowhere near my own orgasm, but it did not matter just then. We had plenty of time and I knew at his age, it would not take much to get him hard again. Right now, all I wanted was to feel my son's hot, creamy cum shoot up into my starved cunt. It was his first time cumming in a woman, and I was so glad it was me, his mother. I was in seventh heaven! How many mothers are lucky enough to take their son's virginity?

"Ohhh.. fucckkkkk" Jacob cried out. "Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum Mommieee ..."

"Cum baby. Cum, shoot into Mommy." I encouraged him. "Let it go."

Jacob stiffened and humped his hips, instinctively burying his throbbing prick as far as he could into my hungry snatch. I watched as my son suddenly stiffened and let out a low moan. I fucked violently downward and then started to move forward and backward on him, with his cock deep inside me. I grabbed his tight, clenched ass-cheeks and hunched forward, grinding against him as he climaxed powerfully.

"UNNNNNNGHHHHHH! FUUUUUUCK!", he yelled, opening his eyes wide as the intense pleasure crashed through his young loins. "GODDDD! I'MMMM DOING IT! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT, MOM! AHHHHHHHHHHGGHHHH!"

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yessss!", I hissed as I felt the first powerful squirts of incestuous semen enter my flooded pussy. "Fuck me, baby! Cum in Mommy's cunt! Cum! Cum! CUM!! I can feel you squirting in me....fill me lover..!" 

Jacob's climax seemed to go on forever, as jet after jet of hot, thick boy-cum surged into my cock-filled cunt. I felt it filling me up and by the time he had finished his orgasm it was running down my legs. Jacob slumped against me, his legs shaking with post-climactic bliss. His cock was still inside me, but had lost most of its former hardness. I squeezed my cunt-muscles around him and hugged him close as he came down from what must have been a very intense orgasm.

"Ohhhh, Mom!", he gasped, when he finally caught his breath. "That was fantastic! I never knew it could be so good to fu.. to you know... to do it with a girl... er...woman."

I smiled at his sudden shyness.

"After what we just did, honey, I think you can say 'fuck' in front of your mother, don't you?" I grinned.

"I guess so, Mom", said Jacob flashing me one of his cute, dimpled smiles. "Did you... um... did you cum too?"

"No, baby," I admitted, "But we've got all night to rectify that laps."

"You mean we can do it again?" smiled Jacob. He looked like all his birthdays had come at once. I guess in a way, they had!

"Sure! You can fuck me anytime you want, stud! And any way", I said with a wicked grin, grinding my pussy lewd ly against my son's limp cock.

"Alriiiight!!" he said with boyish enthusiasm.

I washed us both slowly, concentrating on our genitals. As I hoped, Jacob was hard again in no time. My aching pussy was drooling at the very thought of having my son's long hard cock in my pussy again, but I wanted it to be in more comfortable surroundings this time. Before Jacob became too excited, I suggested I dry off us both off and adjourn to my bedroom. He eagerly agreed and followed me down the hall like an eager young puppy-dog panting after a bitch in heat.

In the bedroom, I got Jacob to lie down on his back while I straddled him. My pussy was dripping so bad by this time it left a slick trail as I slithered up his chest to position my cunt right in front of his mouth. Jacob stared up at me with look of pure lust in his young eyes.

"You want me to lick it for you, don't you, Mom", he murmured, peeking hungrily down at my wetly-gaping cuntslit.

"Mmmmmm! I sure do, darling!", I replied. "Do you think you can?"

"You bet, Mom! I've seen lot of pornos," said Jacob earnestly, "Move up a bit so I can reach you with my tongue."

With a low moan of expectant lust, I shuffled forward and pressed my cunt against my son's mouth. Immediately, Jacob opened his mouth and shot his tongue into my gooey fuckhole. I shuddered and arched my back, grinding my pussy onto his boyish face.

I got the feeling that my young son had done this before, the way he lapped up and down my slit and flicked my clit with his tongue. But, right now, I did not care if he had sucked every girl in school, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. His able young tongue was sending me into orbit!

"Unnnnhhhh, yeahhh! Suck mommy's cunt, baby! Lick me and fuck me with your hot little tongue." I moaned.

Jacob did as he was instructed, slurping and sucking like crazy as I hunched my drooling twat against his open mouth. He ran his tongue around my sweltering slit until his lips found my firm clit. Then as I directed, he took the firm little dick between his lips and sucked on it eagerly while running his tongue over its sensitive tip. I started humping my ass on him, fucking his face and I felt an orgasm starting to brew inside me. "OOOOoooooh, fuck! That's sooo good" I moaned out. It was my turn now to grab his head and pull it deep into my crotch. Jacob continued to lick up and down my slit and then he positioned his tongue just beneath her clit and started lapping at it hungrily.

I caught my breath and let out a loud carnal moan, "Mmmmmph, unnnngh, unnnngh, umm...yesss...yess baby.. that's the spot!" I mewled. "Oh how you suck a woman! That's so good....unnnh."

He had me cumming in no time. All it took was for him to latch his lips around my clit and start sucking hard. I came like a rocket, grinding my pussy over my son's mouth and lips in a frenzy of hot, incestuous lust. He licked up my cunt-juice like a starving man as I fell forward on the bed, my messy crotch still plastered over his glistening young face. As my orgasm faded, I scooted my pussy down over his chest until I felt his cock-shaft press into the crease of my ass.

"Oh, my goodness, Jacob..." I grinned, reaching round to grab his erection. "You're as hard as a rock!"

"I sure am, Mom! Sucking you off has got me hotter than hell! 

"I can see that, baby!", I said.

"Ready for my cock now?" Jacob teased. The veins on his cock were throbbing with desire.

"Always baby. Let Mommy take care of it for you."

I raised my ass and positioned his boy-cock in my freshly sucked cunt-slit. Without any preliminaries I dropped my hips, moaning aloud as my son's big manly pole impaled me deliciously to the hilt making me gasp for breath. Jacob groaned and lifted his hips, forcing his prick deeper up inside my generous pussy to find his roots.

"Uuuuhhhhh, Mom! That's fantastic!" he panted, "You feel so much tighter this way!"

"Oh godd.. fuck me baby. Fuck Mothers cunt." I begged. "Just fuck me Jacob. Fuck me good. You don't know how long I've needed this."

I started rotating my ass in response to the urgent up-and-down movements of my son's muscular young hips. His cock felt like a steel bar inside my hungry pussy and every time I sank down over him it filled me completely. Jacob was right, in this position his prick felt so much longer and thicker than when we had fucked standing up in the shower. I began to bounce up and down on him like a horny teenage, lost in the ecstasy of riding my son's magnificent young cock.

"I wish I could squeeze your tit's and that cushiony ass, Mom!" Jacob groaned.

I wished he could too. It would have been such a turn on for me if he could have reached up and fondled my jiggling tits or pounding ass. I pictured him pulling me down onto his bucking prick by my breasts. God, that would feel good! I leaned forward a bit so that my tits dangled over his face. Jacob took the hint and began sucking and licking my erect nipples as I fucked him, nibbling and biting on them until I felt another wonderful orgasm begin to build in my loins.

"Ummmffff, baby! Yes! Fuck me!", I grunted, "Fuck me hard! I'm gonna cum soon, lover! Fuck Mommy REAL hard!"

"Yeah! Cum for me, Mom", gasped Jacob, thrusting his hips up at me as hard as he could. "Cum on my big MOTHER-FUCKING boy-prick!"

"Oh I can feel you baby. You're so deep in me. God it feels good!" I cried.

His cock-shaft was stimulating my clit into a powerful orgasm, pushing me closer and closer with every thrust. Then suddenly, my climax was upon me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure welled up from my quivering pussy, raced along my spine and washed over my lust-clouded brain. The erotic sensations were so powerful I lost consciousness for a few moments and when I came to, Jacob was still pumping his cock up into my cunt like crazy. He had not come yet, but he was very close. I concentrated on making my son climax, tightening my pelvic muscles and grinding my cunt down over his pistoning cock in perfect rhythm with his increasingly aggressive hip thrusts.

Soon, Jacob was moaning loudly and slamming his cock up into me like crazy pig. I knew he was about to cum so I leaned forward and kissed him passionately, mixing our saliva in incestual unison.

"Come in my cunt, lover!" I said, breathing hotly into his ear. "Fill Momma's pussy with your hot fucking boy-cum! Ohhh, baby, I'm so hot and slutty! Fuck me forever, my baby!!

Hearing my husky voice telling him what I wanted him to do to me must have been the all the catalyst that Jacob needed. Instantly, he arched his back and rammed his twitching, jerking cock into my cunt as far as he could, emptying a load of hot sticky sperm deep up inside my heaving belly.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHH! FUUUUUUCK! JESUS, MOM! I'M CUMMING! OH, SHIT! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING RIGHT UP YOUR FUCKIN' CUNT! UHHHHHHH!"

Jacob's young prick seemed to double in size as he came and I humped him frantically, trying to orgasm with my trembling son. His cock was hitting the right spot and his hot, creamy jism shooting deep into my pussy soon had me also climaxing again. It was not as intense as the first, but wonderfully satisfying all the same.

We lay there in a tangled heap for several minutes, catching our breaths and letting our bodies recover from the exhausting effort. Then I rolled off him and lay by his side, holding him close, hugging his sweaty, naked body to mine. Jacob did his best to hug me back and kissed me hungrily on the lips.




A Mother's Touch Ch. 02



"Oh Baby... that was sooo good." I mumbled.

"You were great too Mom!" Jacob smiled softly.

"So I made you into a Mother Fucker then!" I laughed nastily.

"Can we do this every night, Mom?" he asked with a mischievous little grin.

"Sure, baby, it's my pleasure, if you feel you can manage to get this thing up that often," I replied, giving his limp glistening cock a meaningful squeeze.

"I'm sure I can, Mom," chuckled Jacob, "I'm sure I can at anytime and anything."

As we kissed, started thinking about the one thing I had not asked him, something that was a fantasy for me ever since I could remember, having anal sex. I wondered if 'anything' included that for him because he would have seen it enough in pornos. While I thought about asking, I thought of waiting till he is free to use his hands on me, because I wanted him to grip me tightly and do it nicely.

To be continued ...