4 comments/ 75620 views/ 9 favorites From the Beginning Ch. 01 By: MinuetLora Note to the reader: This is a work of fiction and all characters within it are fictitious. Any similarity between these characters and anyone either living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in a sexual manner are eighteen years old. This story is of an incestuous and taboo nature and may not be suitable for all readers. This is a revised version of "From the beginning Ch. 01" new scenes and details have been added as well as a clean up of some very spotty punctuation. Also due to some requests I have attempted to expand upon the love scenes by adding some explicit details and some emotional responses. This is a broader version than what was written before, and it expands upon a couple of the characters and elements of plot. I hope you enjoy the revisions. * There is very little to enjoy about the passing of another year without love. The sad thing is that before I was eighteen I had no idea what I was missing. At the time the change of seasons was as unremarkable to me as the rising and lowering of the tide. I remember feeling like I was supposed to know something, or even to feel something about reaching such an important age. But to me turning eighteen seemed to be an absolutely arbitrary moment. One minute I'm a minor making me legally incapable of making adult choices. Then the next I'm expected to know instinctively how to make them. But what I find truly funny is how things change. I was naïve and innocent, so blinded by the rules of society that I would never have even thought to look at another woman if things hadn't happened the way they did. To tell you the truth, writing this isn't something easy. Yet I find myself in a period of self-examination, placing my need to examine my past squarely at odds with an oath that I made never to relate that past. But irony is without compassion, so even though it is wildly inappropriate to start with my first story, it is exactly what I am going to do. With my reasons explained I should probably introduce myself. My name is Lora, and my story starts almost eleven years ago, two weeks after turning eighteen. At the time I was a little over five and a half feet tall, I wore my hair long and straight dangling down close to the top of my ass. Without dye I have strawberry-blonde hair, and my eyes are a natural sapphire blue. My body hasn't really changed much since I was a teenager, and even pushing thirty I've managed to stay trim and athletic. Even so when I was eighteen I very skinny, and my top half was, and still is, not exceptionally curvy. My breasts barely push past an A cup, but still I pride myself on my perfect pink nipples. They are roughly the size of silver dollars and placed centrally on my very perky tits, well perky for their size. Although my nipples are a point of pride, I would say that my best asset is my ass. It is bigger then my frame would suggest and it's shaped similarly to an upside down heart. Now to start with, things with my family life had been strained for a couple years. Jonathan (my father) had cheated on Irene (my mother), which sparked the beginning of a bitter separation. The separation lasted through my final two years of high school and the divorce was finalized two weeks before graduation. My eighteenth birthday was a couple of days after graduation, and because of my stupid family I was very depressed. Living with my mother had become unbearable, especially after my brother David moved out when I was sixteen. David was estranged from our parents and refused to even accept their calls. I had played messenger for mom at first but as the months past she eventually began to grow tired of his constant refusals to talk to her. Finally she gave up and refused to even mention his name. This got more then a little awkward when they were all reunited for my graduation. That night was sprinkled with threats in harsh emotionless tones, backed up by cold stares probably causing hunting shops throughout the state to call for an emergency restock of daggers. Even though I was trying to be the family ambassador, I made very little head room since they wouldn't even shake hands. The next couple of days were rough, mediating the three of them into something resembling a cease-fire accord. But by the end of the third day, which just happed to be my birthday, the situation ruined any happiness I might have derived from the occasion. The next day David and my father left, giving me hugs and half smiles, wishing with empty words how they wanted to spend more time with me. This left me alone with my mother, now don't get me wrong I love my mother, but we were not exactly close. There was something about our relationship that was unusual. First off she had an unnerving habit of knowing exactly what I was thinking. During my rebellious years this lead to an endless number of heated screaming matches. That trend continued well after I had started to mature; only by then the fire had shifted into an icy bitterness. Yet there was an underlying gravity in our relationship, almost an intensity that was both at the same time very healthy and extremely unhealthy. As I grew older I had learned to love our fights, because I realized it was our way of showing that we did love one another. The next day and for the next two weeks following, I managed to escape the house with my best friend Charlene. I spent a majority of the time at Charlene's, leaning on her for support so that I could start to patch up my broken spirit. Charlene and I had one of those friendships where secrets were forbidden; we shared everything with one another. In a lot ways she was more then my best friend, I believed in a foolish sort of way that she was my soul mate, joined together in a platonic union that could never be broken. By the end of those short weeks, my cares about my broken family had begun to vanish, and the bitter memory of my ruined birthday had faded almost entirely. Although reluctant to leave Charlene, she encouraged me to confront my mom about my feelings. She lead me to the desire to scream at mom the way I used to, to force her to understand why I hated the situation they had all put me in. I wanted to beat her over the head with my anger until she broke down in a fit of uncontrollable crying, muttering softly about how utterly unfair they had been to me. I was crazy with the idea of making her ache with guilt about forcing me, on two of the most important days of my life, to be a peacekeeper. So fluffing up my courage I left late Friday evening secretly hoping to avoid the confrontation until the morning. I finally got home after an hour of aimless driving, circling my neighborhood without ever passing by my house. As I pulled in I was completely surprised by an empty driveway. I vividly remember searching my brain for a memory about her plans. After a few minutes I settled on a hope that she had finally gone on a date and was enjoying herself for the first time in years. A shot of emotional pain shot across my fragile mind catching me completely off guard. I felt strangely torn between a desire to see her happy and a horrifying image of a dirty scene in a scummy hotel room. I was so engrossed in my imagination, that as I walked into the house I didn't even see the blinking light on the answering machine. With little else to do, I took a long shower to rinse off the tears and exhaustion from days of mental tension. Yet I couldn't get the tawdry images of a naughty rendezvous out of my mind. As the water bounced off my skin I let my imagination go, letting the snapshot grow into a full-fledged fantasy. Suddenly I was seeing through her eyes, waiting impatiently by the door for the date to arrive. When the doorbell rang I flew to the door and pulled it open forcefully, not even attempting to hide my anticipation. Then I gasped as I stared into the eyes of the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had chiseled features, like Adonis or Hercules, as if he were shaped out of flawless marble over centuries of painstaking craftsmanship. His eyes smoldered with a soft intensity that made me quiver slightly. My legs threatened to give out underneath me as I took his proffered hand in silent reverie. Mentally I fast-forwarded through the boring parts of the introductions. I jumped smoothly into a romantic dinner in the best restaurant in town, letting him romance me with his subtle charm and deeply sexy voice. It was as if his every word reverberated through me, causing endless satisfaction. It felt like he was going to make me cum with just his voice. Then just as smoothly as before the scene transitioned to an elegant uptown condo on the top floor of a high rise with breathtaking vistas of the city below. He moved around me like a panther, encircling me with the skills of a dancer. Every so often his powerful hands brushed against my back sending tantalizing chills up my spine. Taking his time to tease me, he drew closer and closer until his body was pressed up behind me. I could feel his growing excitement pressing into the soft curve of my waist. His breath warm and sweet blew onto my neck causing my skin to electrify. Impatient for his touch I attempted to turn into his lips, wanting desperately to taste him for the first time. But instead he wrapped his solid arms around my shoulders and pulled me tightly against him. He then lowered his chin and pressed his cheek to mine and started to hum softly. At first I didn't realize what he was doing as he began to guide gently in a sway from side to side. Then he started to sing, soft and sexual, undercurrents of Leonard Cohen and Barry White caressed my ears. Turning me without breaking the contact between us, he began to lead me into a casual dance. He had moved his hand to my waist without me even realizing it. Waltzing with subtle movements he spun me around his living room sending me into a swoon. I closed me eyes and enjoyed the sensations, all my other senses overloading with erotic stimulus. Then I felt something brush against my lips, something soft and warm. It pushed against me attempting to gain access to my tongue. I opened up eagerly, wanting to consume him in my overwhelming desire. The kiss started fast and passionately, each of us trying to top the other in our forceful lust. As my tongue played an aggressive game of tag with his I felt him start to pull back a little. I moaned in protest but he seemed undeterred. The transition would've been almost imperceptible except for my increasing disappointment as his kiss became tender. I was slow on the uptake trying to continue my frenzy, until he broke from me abruptly. I felt the expression of hurt on my face, so I opened my eyes to a crooked smile full of mischief. His playful grin teased my emotions as he suddenly erupted in movement. Next thing I knew I was horizontal floating across the room on arms made of steel. I was wrong before, he wasn't some Greek god, he was a superhero, and this was his way of showing me his power. He laid me gently on his bed and began to undress me, kissing each inch of my skin as he exposed it. For each moment that passed I wanted him more, for each second he teased I grew increasingly impatient. At the height of my lust he finally exposed my breasts. The air against my skin was too much for me and I came instantly, breathing deeply but trying to suppress the flush of blood filling my cheeks. Irrationally I didn't want him to know how insane he was making me. I had to fight every impulse to throw myself against him and force him inside of me. But he noticed anyway, leaning in close to my ear as he cupped my breasts in his hands for the first time. Blowing gently against my earlobe he whispered, "Irene"... suddenly I was in my shower the water still cascading around me in a warm cocoon. My own hands cupping my breasts instead of his, and the feeling in my stomach soured instantly from butterflies to nausea. Quickly I shut off the water, feeling very confused. The last elements of his perfect face started to fade from my thoughts as I pushed the idea of finishing the fantasy as deep into the dark corners of my mind as it would go. I toweled off in a daze and stumbled into my room grabbing a large shirt and slippers. I was afraid that any contact with the more sensitive areas of my body would be detrimental to my willpower to resist the fantasy. I went downstairs and turned on the TV hoping to drown out the last of the lingering imagery. It worked better then I could've hoped as I flipped through the channels and found one of my favorite old romance movies. I was quickly pulled into its simple charm, filling my head with old daydreams of true love and pretty illusions of happily ever after. I didn't even think about the time as I watched my old friends on screen. When the final credits rolled by and the picture faded into a corporate logo I suddenly realized something was wrong. This jerked me back into reality, I found myself curled into a ball on the couch clutching the remnants of an abused tissue that I had poured cups full of tears into. Blinking quickly I focused on the digital clock on the VCR. I started at it for a moment in disbelief and I was immediately filled with worry. Irene had never stayed out this late, even when my parents went on dates when I was kid. Frantically I started to look around for a note or a message until my eyes finally settled on the blinking red light of the answering machine. I had no idea what horror awaited my finger after I pressed play, so I walked slowly and deliberately. Forcing each step forward to take longer then the one before. Finally I was hovering over the ugly square box and in slow motion pressed the play button. The small tape squealed at me as it rewound. My heart started to race, and I couldn't wrap my mind around why I was feeling so odd, like there was a sense of impending heartache. So when the message started to play my already rapidly beating heart started to spasm, jumping beats and aligning into a new rhythm that sounded oddly like the first strings of Madame Butterfly. The message was too short, it didn't tell me anything. The nurse that called was very simple and direct, but also very vague. Even now, so many years later, I remember the words exactly because they've been burned into my memory. "This is St Mary's Hospital, I'm calling for a Lora Silversmith. This afternoon a Mrs. Irene Silversmith was brought in to our emergency room with multiple injuries resulting from an automobile collision. We are calling to inform you that she is now out of surgery..." And that is all I remember, I'm sure I fainted after she said surgery. When I woke I rushed out to my car completely forgetting that I was wearing next to nothing and sped to the hospital. They led me to a small private recovery room; she was sleeping heavily and seemed to have gained twenty pounds. Her right leg was in a cast up to mid thigh that was elevated from a sling mounted to the ceiling, her face was covered in several small bandages, and her right hand was wrapped in gauze. I managed to sit in the chair by her bed before breaking down into tears. She had always been strong, even during the fights with my dad. She was the kind of person that had an aura of strength that others fed off of. All of a sudden it was as if all of her strength was simply gone, and all that was left was a shell that looked like a poor copy of my mother. She slept for almost two days; the concussion she had sustained combined with anesthesia from the surgery and pain medication made her nearly comatose. I called my father and David, and they both sent hollow regrets and well wishes. It was then that I realized I was all that she had in the entire world. So I never left her side, holding her hand and mumbling quietly to myself about guilt and blame. Suddenly she was a saint, she was forgiven for everything that had ever happened. I didn't care how horrible I felt the week before; it didn't matter anymore because she was still alive. Charlene came frequently and comforted me almost as much as I attempted to comfort my unconscious mother. Then she was awake, and we went home. Charlene became a staple for the first week, and for the first time in years I felt like I was home. I was happy in a way I hadn't been in years, like the way I felt when my family was together. But it didn't last, after the first week Charlene had to go home and deal with her own family issues, and mom started to turn on me. I had been helpful, selfless, and very cheery due to my new frame of mind. Yet for every good thing I did for her, she returned the favor with bile. She started pushing at my buttons and nagging me incessantly. In less then a week I started to crash, emotionally exhausted and utterly confused. I couldn't understand what I was doing wrong. Rejection isn't something I deal with well, and after I had hit such an emotional high I didn't know where to go. So I turned to Charlene, and she offered to take me away from everything for a couple of days. It sounded like heaven; the plan was to take the form of a trip to the city to go to a concert and a party at my brother's university. I trudged through the rest of the week, trying desperately to put up with my mother's increasingly irrational tirades that would leave me in tears most of the time. That Friday, the morning of the trip, Charlene called me with a sour tone of voice. It took me a less then second to realize what she was calling for. When she told me and made the inevitable plausible excuse my world started to crash again. I had built up the trip as a way to recover that lost happiness that I felt for those few days. She apologized of course, perhaps a dozen times before getting off the phone. But it was too late, everything was gone now and I felt abandoned again. I ran out of the house in tears, I heard mom calling out to me as I left but I didn't care. I drove for hours, determined to find an escape. But on autopilot I only managed to circle around my neighborhood twenty or so times. When I realized this I gave up and turned the car back towards home. I made it to the driveway before loosing my nerve; I didn't want to face her in the worst way. Quickly I came up with a plan to sneak into the house and past her room without getting noticed. I got through the living room and to the base of the stairs when I heard something strange coming from upstairs. I was like a deer caught in headlights, I stood in utter silence afraid to move, and oddly eager to see if wasn't imagining things. Then it happened again, and there was no mistake this time, it was a moan. For reasons I couldn't fully fathom at the time curiosity got the better of me. So I crept up the stairs to her room, and was surprised to find the door slightly ajar. I leaned around the edge of the doorstop to peer through the sliver of an opening. What I saw made me nearly faint in shock, and instant arousal. Like a queen she was propped up on a small mountain of pillows. She had lowered her purple silk nightgown below her breasts and was using her left hand to caress her nipples in an alternating pattern. But her breasts only kept my attention for a moment, it was what was going on below her waist that grabbed my attention and held it. Her broken leg was spread as far as it could go and other leg was splayed open nearly ninety degrees. It was clear she was no longer wearing panties, but most of her private parts were covered by her right hand. Her hand was moving furiously, pumping two fingers inside of herself while her thumb rubbed circles around her engorged clit. I had never seen anyone else masturbating and I was instantly aroused by it. The mental connection to who was actually performing the act didn't register. The only thing that mattered now was the new heat that was beginning to build in my pussy. Almost as if she knew she had an audience she began to moan again, but her eyes were still closed so I knew that she hadn't seen me. The intensity of her movements grew along with her breathing to the point where she started to almost hyperventilate. Then she screamed and begun to convulse, spasms rippling through her body. I was so turned on that I didn't care if she caught me. As she started to come down she smiled and whispered my name. For a second I thought she had seen me, and then I realized her eyes were still closed. That's when it dawned on me that she was fantasizing about me. From the Beginning Ch. 01 I don't exactly remember fainting, but I do remember the shame and embarrassment I felt when I woke up. She must've heard me collapse because she was half leaning over me; her body haphazardly flopped beside mine. It took me a second to absorb that she was trying to rock me awake. I think I managed to eek out; "I'm sorry," as I scrambled up to my feet and stumbled more then ran to my room. As soon as my door was closed I dove into my bed and was out before my head hit the pillow. ***** I opened the door, knowing who was behind it. Knowing that he would say her name again. But as I pulled it open he wasn't there, instead it was Irene. Standing on the porch as if it were perfectly natural to be completely naked. She stood in a causal almost masculine pose, her hands resting on her hips in a seductive manner. She quickly met my eyes, which forced me to look away. But I couldn't for long; she was stunning, her long russet hair cascading down her ivory shoulders in soft curls. Her skin was iridescent almost gleaming with a million soft flecks of light. Her breasts were weightless on her chest, proud and perfect. Severe shadows danced off of her as she breathed, cast from the small light above her. Each creating an image of beauty along the gentle lines of her ribs and belly. Suddenly overwhelmed I took a step backwards in fear, catching her eyes as they sparkled in a moonlight that I couldn't see. A smile crept across her face, the same smile she was wearing when she whispered my name. I screamed and backed into the house, like a movie monster she slowly stepped over the threshold. Her steps were strong and determined, her stride was distinctly feminine but with a touch of male confidence thrown in for good measure. Then she leaned down and grabbed my head between her soft hands and forced our gazes to meet. I struggled helplessly for a moment until finally I relented to her indomitable presence. Then she softened, her face gaining a glow that radiated that elusive feeling of happiness. I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks as she leaned into kiss me. Suddenly I jerked awake, aware of a presence in my room. "I'm sorry about earlier." I sat bolt upright and flashed my hand to my lamp. She was sitting on the chair opposite my bed staring at me. I refused to meet her gaze, lowering my head until I was staring at the floor. But I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was sincere, "I guess you should probably know a few things. First I want to apologize again, but for a different reason." She paused for a second then asked, "Could you look at me at least?" I didn't want to but I raised my head, using every bit of courage I had left to look into her eyes. She took a deep breath and then continued. "The last couple of weeks have been really hard for me. I have had a lot of things going through my mind; one of those things has been you. I know it's wrong, but I've been thinking about you constantly. It's the reason I've been so horrible to you. I've wanted to push you away so desperately that I wasn't thinking about your feelings." I kept my expression as blank as I could, my emotions were so conflicted that I had to fight off another fainting spell. After a few moments of staring into her eyes I just gave up a little and realized that I didn't care anymore what happened. "What do you want from me mom?" She stared at me for a long time before answering, "I want... you." I was so confused and still a little disoriented from my bout of unconsciousness that my head started to spin. I lurched forward feeling nauseous thinking I might puke. She must've misinterpreted my intentions, because she stood at the same time and intercepted me. She was standing on her good leg and was holding both of my shoulders. For a couple of seconds she looked at me as if she were unsure of what to do. Then she leaned forward and touched her lips tentatively to mine. I was a little too much in shock to respond, but I didn't pull away so she must've taken that as a sign that I accepted her advances. Becoming bold she kissed me with a little more passion, and my lips began to part instinctively. She jumped at the opportunity and pushed her tongue deeply into my mouth. After the briefest moment of hesitation I gave into the sensation and started to kiss back. My nausea subsided almost immediately, and my head stopped spinning. Conflict lingered for the briefest of moments, then much to my delight my pussy started to tingle. That is when I realized I wanted this as badly as she did. My dreams and fantasies were telling me a truth I didn't want to admit. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back towards the bed, she followed willingly. We kissed for a long time, neither of us wanting to part long enough to do anything. That absent feeling reemerged, it was the contentment that I had been searching for. Suddenly it filled my heart again, making me dizzy and lustful. This rush of passion forced my lips into action as I gave into a new hunger for her. After several minutes of violent passionate kissing things started to soften, my mind and body started to calm down and we broke contact for a moment to catch our breaths. I opened my eyes to look at her, and she was as beautiful as she was in my dreams, yet I couldn't remember ever seeing her like this before. It was as if she had transformed into a goddess from just my kiss. It took me a moment to understand that it was simply perception and she had always been this glorious. My eyes were dancing around her face like she was a newly discovered masterpiece and I was an auteur. When I finally found her eyes I found them watching me amused, we locked onto each other and got lost in the gaze. I was pulled into the intensity of her emotions and the depth of her love. This must've been torturing her for years, the relief and pain that I could see mingled with utter elation. More then anything I wanted to reassure her that I wanted this too, so I dove into her letting my lips explain my emotions. Instead of an attack I tried to convey tenderness. I forced the passion down as I slowed the moment to a crawl and savored the taste of her lips for the first time. Playing off my initiative she pushed me back and laid on top of me, bringing her good leg up slowly towards my overheated groin. With impossible precision she wrapped her delicate fingers around the fragile buttons of my blouse unloosing them one at a time. Then she pushed the soft fabric from my shoulders along with the straps of my bra, as she released my lips and began to kiss slowly down my neck and shoulders. Every single contact sent a shock through me, as if our bodies were supercharged and feeding off each other's electrical reservoir. Leaning back she pulled the sleeves of my shirt off my and while embracing me in a lovers hug she removed it the rest of the way. "Damn" breaking the silence, she swore in a slightly bemused yet frustrated tone of voice. "What, did I do something wrong?" Worry and fear painted my face, and a new pain began to fill me. This was a new emotion, it wasn't shame or humiliation, and it felt like my entire world was spinning. "Oh wow, no honey you didn't do anything." She took my face in her hands and stared into my eyes and kissed me softly on the lips. I could feel the pout on my lips as she pulled away. "You... your bra is front clasped I was trying to be smooth." A giggle escaped her and suddenly her age seemed to melt away. The fear drained away instantly as I deftly unhooked my bra and threw it across the room. "Is that better?" Her lips curled into a devil's grin as she launched herself towards my breasts. For a long time she completely ignored my nipples as they grew into little rocks. Then without warning she took hold my left nipple with her teeth, sending waves of pleasure and a little pain through me. Every little action she made sent my still covered and aching pussy into a new level of excitement. I could feel my juices beginning to build; soon they would start to leak out of me. After a moment she released my nipple and then began to trace her tongue around my areola, after three or four revolutions she would wrap her lips around it and suck on it deeply. She alternated between my nipples for what seemed like forever, like a master magician she worked me to the point of climax then pulled the rug away from my pleasure. I had completely lost control my body, relaxed beyond my capacity to stay conscious. Only her whim and the ever-increasing pleasure she was causing me kept me awake. The beautiful rhythm that she was using to torture me with her tongue came to an end as she began to kiss down my sternum, and along the bottom of my ribcage. After several quiet minutes playing with my belly I felt her fingers on the button of my jeans. Without urgency she pulled them off of me then asked me to lay flat. My chest was heaving with labored breathing, and I could barely keep my legs from writhing to contain my juices, which were creating a large spot on my panties. But instead of putting me out of my misery she turned from my chest to my feet. Starting at my bare left foot; which caught me a little of guard because I hadn't even noticed her taking my shoes off, she took special care to caress, lick, and suck on each of my toes. Then using her fingers and tongue she bathed the bottom of my foot in sensation, sending pulses of unexpected pleasure to seemingly random sections of my body. After awhile with this new group of sensations she kissed around the ball of my foot to the top and began the slow tongue march up my leg. My left leg was completely explored, all the way up to my hip. Then mercilessly she switched to my right hip and explored her way down to my foot. As she kissed my little toe she changed directions and with a much faster pace she kissed her way back up my leg to my inner thigh. Then she lifted the top edges of my panties by my hips and began to pull them down. Momentarily I panicked, my mother was about to see my pussy completely shaved. From my brief glimpse of her own pussy I knew she didn't shave herself so I didn't know if she would find me repulsive. Then my panties were off; quickly I closed my eyes to avoid hers. After a moment I heard a strange little purr as a soft jet of warm air danced over my labia. I had never felt anything like that before and shuttered uncontrollably. "Clean, just the way I like it. You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen Lora." I felt my cheeks flush with blood, and instinctively I tried to close my legs. "Ah... uh. You aren't gonna stop now, the fun is just about to start." I opened my eyes and meet hers. Although she was looking at me now with lust and passion, there was something that let me know that there was an out if I wanted it. All I had to say was no, I don't want this and she would stop. To say yes was easy; I simply had to part my legs. But this was the point of no return in our relationship, after this we were no longer simply family. We were lovers. To be continued... From the Beginning Ch. 02 This is chapter two of an on going narrative. I would like to thank those who gave me the incentive to continue, your positive input was much appreciated. * There are some details about that night that will remain locked deeply in my vault of insanely personal moments that no one will ever have access to but me. The rest was an awakening, mostly sexual, some mental. I understood the nature of the orgasm for the first time, something no boyfriend had ever shown me. But looking over my first chapter I noticed a couple of things I left out. First and probably most important is a description of my mother. She had me when she was twenty-three, at the time I was only eighteen so you do the math. She was a stay at home mom, although ironically she was only really home when David and I were a lot younger. A little side note; David is my older brother, he is three years older then me, and very different in temperament and personality then either me or my mom. Back to the sheep, her hair was still its natural color at the point and I remember it being a curly mane of deep chestnut brown (I got my fair complexion from my father). Her body is a lot like mine is now; slender yet still curvy, smallish breasts that even at her age managed to remain perky. The rest, well, that's a little more personal isn't it? There were times when I was younger that I thought she was a princess and my father was prince charming. The truth is a little closer to reality; she was a princess but only of her high school. And my dad is a total freak of nature, a bad boy who could actually commit. The real problems came when they lived together for twenty years. There were aspects of their relationship that I didn't find out until later that summer, but that is something I'll explain a bit later. For now let me continue with the narrative, the previous night was amazing. The best sex I had ever had, the best I'd never imagined. The next morning I was sweetly stiff and sticky from our combined juices. But the memories from the previous night felt heavy and pleasant in the morning air. I shuffled into the bathroom and had a glorious morning after shower rinsing off the last remnants of the previous night. Afterwards I checked on my mom. She had a little smile on her face and looked to be having a really pleasant dream, so I let her rest. She was still recovering from the car crash after all. I went downstairs and made a simple breakfast of fruit slices and microwaved bacon. I also managed to make a good cup of coffee. At that point in my life I wasn't exactly a gourmet, in fact I had been banned from the kitchen after I let water boil off of the teakettle a few years before. Dutifully I brought the tray with breakfast up to my room where we had slept, and laid it gently on my desk. Carefully I crept over to her and slowly pulled the sheet off of her. Then came the painful process of spreading her legs so that it didn't wake her up. I worked myself between her legs and got ready to attack her, when for the first time I had a sudden pang of guilt. My mind was filled with questions about morality and what this would do to our relationship. This lasted for about twenty seconds or so until I realized that what we had now was so much better then anything we had before. We were not the closest family, and this was something that allowed me to be a part of my mother's life in a way that I had never had before. Yes I am fully aware how twisted that is, but at the time it made perfect sense. So I sighed softly to myself and exhaled it softly onto her mound. Then I started to brush kiss her inner thighs, little by little. Starting from the line just above her cast to the edge of her outer labia. Then I continued onto the other side except I started at her feet and worked my way up. When I got to her pussy again I heard a slight sigh and looked up to see her smiling down at me. She mouthed the words "don't stop!" so I dove into her. I started with just kisses, soft and fleeting. Dancing around her outer labia, clitoris hood, and pubic mound. Then slowly I worked my tongue into her slit, paying special attention to her inner labia and vaginal opening. Alternating between sucking on her lips and tonguing her hole. Like the night before she stared to get very wet, and soon a slow trickle of juices started to flow from her. I tried to keep up with her and lick up everything she had to offer, but there was too much. So I refocused my attention on her newly engorged clit with nearly wonton abandon. I used all of the soft and hard things I had learned from the night before, but changed up both the pattern and intensity of my machinations. And soon she was screaming my name again and again. Soon I felt her hands on the back of my head and she began to push my face into her pussy. I took the cue and upped my movements, I could literally feel her about to cum and I tried everything I had learned how to do with double effort. It took less then a minute for her to let loose, and the juices that came out of her were even more impressive then the night before. I tried my best to capture all that I could but it was simply too much and most of it flowed over my chin and onto my thoroughly soaked bed. I was still buried between her legs when she started to speak, "my god Lorrie that was the most intense thing I've ever experienced. You are simply amazing... god I love you." She pulled me up to her and kissed me deeply. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes; there was this immediate and sudden rush of emotions filling me. I wasn't conflicted but I had this sense that I was out of control. And love was a word that seemed a little foreign to me. She had used it before when I was young, but I never got the same feeling of emotional connection to the word. This was absolutely sincere and it scared the shit out of me, and at the same time made me hungry for something that I couldn't even understand. I lingered at her side kissing and holding her for what seemed like hours until she pushed me away. I playfully moaned in protest but she mentioned that she smelled and wanted to eat the breakfast she noticed I made for her. But this gave me a strange idea, so I helped her back to her master bath and told her I would be back in a moment. I grabbed the tray with the fruit and bacon and took it into the bathroom. I drew a hot bath and helped her sit on the edge with her leg on a chair. I got in and spent the next twenty minutes giving her the most sensual sponge bath I could pull off. Exaggerating my movements and lingering on her more sensitive areas longer then was needed. After rinsing her off I empted the tub, then I helped her into the empty tub using a folded towel to elevate her cast above the puddles on the bottom. Then I sat behind her and feed her pieces of fruit from the tray I brought in. She giggled and caressed my legs, which I had wrapped around her, using my toes to tease between her legs a little. Finally she turned and kissed me deeply, upon pulling away she said that I had done enough it was my turn now. So we got out of the tub, and made our way into the master bedroom. She looked down at the bed briefly as I jumped onto it. I lay on my belly and made dancing motions with my ass at her. She just purred and got onto the bed beside me, whispering under her breath how she wished she didn't have the cast on. Slowly she caressed my body with her hands while kissing me deeply. Our tongues dancing a ballet deftly darting in and out of each other's mouths. Then painfully she broke the kiss and pushed me back onto the bed. This time it was much slower, deliberate, and completely erotic. She had me to the point of orgasm twice before she even got close to my pussy. Then it began. It started a little like before, blowing across my clit and lips, and onto my inner thighs. Then she started using her tongue in new ways, in ways I hadn't even imagined. I had thought I was being creative before, but now I knew that experience really was a trump card. After getting me so wet that I thought my insides would slip out, she slipped a single finger inside. I screamed in pleasure and surprise, and came instantly. I felt my own juices starting to flow a little, not anything like hers but there was more then I had ever produced before. But instead of pulling back she pushed forward and brought me to another climax in seconds. I had never heard of multiple orgasms before, but I would learn to love them after that. I can't really remember how many times she brought me to orgasm that morning, but what I can tell you is that she had become my lover. From that point on I stopped calling her mom. She was Irene to me now, and we had begun my first love affair. The next couple of months literally flew by. We had so many wonderful mornings and afternoons... and nights. Until one day I got a call from my best friend Charlene. Apparently I had dropped off the face of the planet, which I suppose isn't that far from the truth. I felt guilty so I explained to Irene that I had to go out, she didn't even give me hard time about it. Which was sort of both a relief and a bit of a let down. I knew I didn't have much longer left with her because I was suppose to visit my dad for a few days before heading to college and that was in less then a week. I wasn't looking forward to visiting dad, mostly because I had gotten the impression without incriminating facts that he wasn't the greatest husband to her. But I still felt obligated, to both my dad and Charlene. Charly picked me up early in the evening and we ended up spending most of the night at each other's throats. When she dropped me off I had the distinct feeling that we were no longer friends. I entered the house made it less then five feet and collapsed in a fit of tears. Charlene had been my friend for almost four years and it seemed as if it was gone in less then a night. Irene attempted to console me but I was truly inconsolable. She ended up holding me as I cried. In retrospect I understand now why Charly was angry with me, I had left her all summer without a friend. And I was keeping a huge secret that she picked up on the moment I got into the car. It was as if I re-emerged from a cocoon and was now a different person. At first it was just a slightly unnatural evening for us, our rhythm was gone. Then the first negative event happened, as innocuous as it seemed at the moment. At one point during the night she drew my attention to a couple of hot guys checking us out. I hadn't even noticed them, and when I made no real reaction towards them, she turned away and sighed. A couple hours later and she had continued to get more annoyed with. She started making little innuendos and snide comments. Eventually they finally started to rub me raw. So I exploded at her; perhaps it was because my emotions were really close to the surface at the time. But she hammered right back at me. We let loose all the baggage from our friendship, bringing up things we had promised we would never use against one another. But the crux of the argument was my new secretive nature and the fact I had essentially ditched her for almost two months. I didn't have a real defense against it and after awhile we just stopped talking. A little while after our fight I finally asked her to take me home. The rest of the week was ruined; I was unable to reciprocate Irene's affections. Since my mind was almost entirely on Charly. Then before I had time to reconcile my feelings it was time to pack, and head off to Dad's. Irene was really supportive, readopting her mother mantle and distancing herself from me romantically. We still shared a bad during that last week but the frequency of our liaisons dwindled dramatically. The last night she simply held me in her lap and we talked. Although the conversation was pleasant throughout the entire night there was something in the tone of her voice that had me bordering on upset. I had no idea what it was; at first I thought she was having second thoughts about us. Then I thought it was about the fact that I had ignored her for the last week. Then finally I asked her what was wrong. She stiffened then sat up, without speaking she and turned me around so I was facing her. Then stared into my eyes for several moments before taking a deep breath, "I don't know where to begin. You know a little about your dad and I, but there is something that I've kept from you. David found out a couple of years ago and that is why he's been so distant from the family." She then paused for a moment as if collecting her thoughts before continuing. "I only bring this up now because you are going to spend the week with him. Maybe its selfish of me but there has to be some accountability. When we first got married there was a tremendous amount of heat between us. He was a bad boy then and surprised the hell out of me by proposing. I was head over heels in love with him and was basically his slave in the bedroom. Ironically he was a very attentive lover, which made me want to reciprocate by doing whatever he wanted me too." She looked down as if she were suddenly ashamed of herself. "At first it was fun, the bondage and role-playing. But then he started to delve into stuff that I didn't really enjoy. Slowly he got darker and darker, as his fetishes grew increasingly fringe. Up until then I had complied with everything he wanted. But there was one occasion where I simply couldn't do it. He got furious with me, which was a total surprise and ended up hitting me. Of course he immediately apologized and swore it would never happen again. But it did. There was a moment during that time when I realized he was no longer the man that I married, so I grew distant. Eventually he started to cheat on me, which gave me the excuse to finally call a lawyer." There was a long pause after this. I could tell there was more but I was so transfixed by her that I couldn't bring myself to speak. Then after a few moments she started again, "David was really supportive of me during that time. He had just turned eighteen and was behaving a lot like your father did in the early days of our relationship. I was really confused and vulnerable and one night David came on to me, I just relented. The next morning I told him it was a mistake and he left for school, we haven't spoken since. I think your father knew about it because he grew really distant with David after that too." Then she turned away for a moment, from the side of her face I could see tears forming and rolling down her checks. Finally she began again but refused to meet my eyes. "Lora... I can't forgive myself for what has happened with you. It is wrong on levels that I can even wrap my mind around." Tears started to well up in her eyes, I reached out to her but she pushed my hand away. "No... you have to understand we can't be together anymore." I was completely shocked and hurt, unable to understand what she meant and why she was trying to hurt me. So I started to cry, I tried to convince her that I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I tried to make her understand that I had fallen in love with her. I vividly remember repeating again and again how much I loved her. I begged and pleaded but she was resolute. Soon the night began to night vanish into day and the time came where I had to leave. My future was waiting for me and she was determined not to let me turn away from it. She practically shoved me out of the door when the taxi arrived. As I walked tearfully to the car I looked back to see if she was watching, but she wasn't. I had no idea what I was gonna do, my heart was breaking and I was about to go visit a man that I had started to despise. As we pulled away I looked back one more time, only to be disappointed. At that moment I thought I would never be with her again... To Be Continued!