2 comments/ 124026 views/ 12 favorites Love For Her Mother By: Harrowborg Marina pulled her hand out of her vagina, the tips of her fingers touching the lips of her cunt as she sat frozen on the toilet seat watching the handle of the door turn. Guessing it wasn't going to stop, she reached for a piece of tissue, hearing a short, sharp gasp as Dawn, Marina's only child, walked into the bathroom, frozen in her tracks at the site of her mothers legs spread, Dawn for her part looking away as Marina stood breaking some tissue off and wiping it over her crotch, dropping it into the toilet bowel and flushing it down the toilet. "Dawn, you could at least knock" Marina said crouching down, keeping her legs firmly shut as she lifted her panties up around her knees, pulling her trousers with them. As they moved up around her thighs, Dawn did notice the dark material of her mother's knickers contrasting to the light texture of the cotton. Was her mother wet? she had probably just wet herself a little, a sign of old age. "Sorry, just wanted to spend some time with my mother. Rosie called about half an hour ago, she can't come around tonight" Dawn said watching her mother walk across the room, washing her hands. Dawn walked across the bathroom and rested her chin on Marina's shoulder, placing her hands on her mum's stomach and staring at her reflection in the mirror pouting a little. "I'm sorry honey, I know you wanted to catch up with her. Doesn't help she spends a lot of the time in the city" Marina said looking at the reflection of Dawn's face so close to hers. She again saw those images in her head of Dawn's soft lips kissing the flat of her stomach, her tongue pushing out from her mouth leaving a soft trail of saliva down to her vagina. She shook her head slightly, trying to block them out, and the very real knowledge that Dawn's hands were ever so close to the elastic of her panties, her knickers that her daughter had got wet. "One of the disadvantages of fame I suppose" Dawn said, her chin dropping a little, staring into blankness. Marina turned the tap off turning, lifting her daughter's chin in her hand. "I'm sure she will find the time to spend with you. You two have been friends for so long" Marina said. Dawn looked into her mother's eyes, seeing a wealth of knowledge and history. Ever since that first time as kids when her mum had walked in and saw Rosie and herself lying half naked on the bed, both girls touching another vagina for the first time, their had been a rather liberal understanding between both mother and daughter in terms of sexuality and friendship. And Dawn considered she had turned out well enough without a father who had left at the age of 5. "That's true. But I want you to go out tonight and have a wonderful time at the exhibition" Dawn said resting her hands on her mothers shoulders and leaning in and kissing her lightly on the lips. Marina pulled away grinning and walked out of the bathroom, walking towards her bathroom to get ready for her exhibition tonight. Dawn watched her go before feeling a slight pain in her gut. She pulled her jean shorts down and sat down on the loo, releasing a stream of pee into the bowel, leaving the door to the door standing open, her mother only now walking into her room. She finished her wee, pressing a few loose droplets from her crotch and took a tissue, wiping the moisture away and pushing it down into the water between her legs. Dawn stood and flushed the loo. "Dawn, I need your fashion advice" Marina shouted from her bathroom. Dawn pulled her shorts up, feeling some of her pee soaking into her panties and walked down the hall turning into her mother's room. Again Dawn was slightly phased at seeing her mother in her room. Marina stood facing the window overlooking their garden, dressed only in a pair of flowered CK knickers and a matching bra. She could hear Dawn's short breaths as her daughter stared at her mother. Marina listened to Dawn walking across the room to face her mother. Marina was comfortable with her body, and comfortable with how others viewed her. She had a decent body for her age, her breasts were still relatively firm after 47 years of age although a few red stretch marks had started to form along the length of her tits. Her stomach had pushed out a little since she was young and been on the swimming team. Her thighs were a little wide but it made her feel, and from what others told her, look like a real woman, not a fake blond little thing she saw from time to time driving in their convertibles down the street. And when she looked at Dawn, she saw herself as a kid. Dawn herself was about an inch smaller than her own 5'6 frame, but her breasts had developed quickly during her time at college, her hips had pushed out a little but she kept in relatively good shape playing netball. Her legs were more muscular than fat but still not overly large. The only thing that surprised her was Dawn's attitude to sex and relationships, only being with a few guys. She knew a lot of guys checked Dawn out when they were out shopping, maybe even herself, thinking of lewd, lesbian images, but still Dawn kept herself to herself. "I was thinking of the navy dress or the cream one" Marina said reaching down and picking up the dresses on the hangers. She held them in front of her body, smiling inside as Dawn looked away slightly disappointed. "Depends what you are going for, the navy makes you looked depressed and the cream clashes with your skin" Dawn commented. Marina dropped the dresses on the bed, placing her hands on her hips. Dawn turned and walked to the wardrobe, opening the doors and looking at her mothers dress selections. She pushed and pulled some aside, finally noticing a black number at the back. She reached for it, pulling it out and standing with it facing her mum. "Dawn, I can't wear that. The last time I had that on was before you were born" Marina said staring at the dress she had worn the night her husband had fucked her, and conceived Dawn. She wondered what Dawn would say if she knew that she had been created while in that garment. "Sure you can, you haven't changed much from that hot honey in your year book" Dawn said walking up to her mother, hanging the dress out in front of her mum, pressing it against the frame of her semi-nude parent. "That's very sweet, how much?" Marina asked smiling as her daughter pressed it against her body. She did admit that it would feel good to wear it again, hide those marks of age, press her breasts up and get the looks she once enjoyed so frequently. But she couldn't help but feel that weird feeling she had felt when masturbating over Dawns love of her body as Dawn pressed the hem of the dress against her thighs, so close to the point where Dawn had pushed out of 18 years ago. "Come on lets try it on you, see how good my mum can look" Dawn said. She crouched low, watching as her mum stepped into the dress, pulling it up her legs, her chin brushing against her mum's moist panties. Dawn pulled it up around her stomach, letting Marina push her arm into the short sleeves before walking around her mum's body, letting her shuffle until it fit. "It's pretty tight, I can't wear this" Marina complained reaching to pull it down. Dawn caught her hands pushing them away. "Your going to wear this dress mum, you'll look so good." Dawn replied. She pulled the flaps at the back together, trying to pull the covered zipper up. "Mum, it will do up but you will have to loose this. Besides, it's pretty thick, and you've got big enough breasts, you don't need this" Dawn said. As Marina turned her head to complain, Dawn had reached up and unsnapped the bra, pushing the straps down her mother's forearms. "What are you doing?" Marina asked turning, the top of her dress falling loose. Marina went to cover her breasts with her arms, neglecting her bra, which fell to the floor. "Making my mum look good enough to knock everyone out at her exhibition tonight. Besides, everything you've got looks about 30 years old, and I'm not letting you go out in them" Dawn said. Marina turned, her arms falling to her side. Dawn caught a glimpse of her mothers brown nipples sticking out from her tits as she turned. Dawn took the flaps of her mothers black dress and pulled them together, holding them with her fingers as she pulled the zipper up. She released the dress and watched as Marina turned around, her mum dressed to kill. With a single dress, she had gone from the age of 47 to her late 20's, Dawn might even had considered going out with her. "How do I look?" Marina asked running her hands down the dress, feeling the smooth material stretching around the curves of her chest, around her hips and thighs stopping well above knee height. She felt like she had that night with Paul, a borderline slut with looks to kill. Dawn walked to the full-length mirror and pushed a towel aside revealing the reflection of her mother in the mirror. "Look at you" Dawn said placing her arm around her mother's shoulders, hugging her close. She did look the part, good enough to meet someone maybe, but would Dawn mind?, would Dawn even be a little jealous if she did? Dawn looked once more into her mum's eyes grateful she had come from such a beautiful person. Marina turned her car into the parking lot, the powerful BMW not the only machine humming, the headlights illuminating several figures in the car park. She found a parking space and parked the car, climbing out and locking it with her black key ring, making sure she had her purse and walked towards the gallery. Marina had been painting on and off for about 10 years now, a hobby she had shared with Dawn before her daughter had chosen sport in favour of creative arts. Still, while considering herself quite a novice at the skill, someone had seen one of her pieces in the local library and she had found herself nominated for best newcomer at the art gallery in this little town. The gallery was filled with the usual types who frequented these events. She knew a couple of people, her friends who came around occasionally, but most were foreign to her. Until she spotted one person she did know. Marina crossed through her crowd and placed her hand on the shoulder of a small brunette speaking to an elderly couple. Rosie turned, grinning at the site of Marina, her best friends mother, almost her own stepmother as she had grown up. She felt a little bad as she had blown her friend off to attend this event tonight but her artwork had been her fame and some things she had to attend. "Hello Rosie" Marina said accepting a wine glass from a waiter moving amongst the crowd. "Hello Mrs. Okan" Rosie said, leaning in and kissing Marina on both cheeks, feeling the soft hairs on her cheeks, extending the tip of her tongue slightly against the soft flesh. She pulled it back instantly, Marina seemingly unaware of this action. "Dawn was pretty upset you couldn't come around tonight" Marina said taking a sip from her wine. "Me too, Andy called and said I had to attend tonight to promote my links to my home town. I think those who like my work here know me already but he's my agent" Rosie said staring at the figure before her. Marina had to be at least in her mid 50's, but this dress was very flattering on her figure, the flesh of her chest pushed up but the material. Rosie remembered that day she had been touching Dawn in her friends room, and Marina had walked in, staring at the top half nude girls before walking out smiling. Was that how she was being seen now? "I was having a look at some of your work, it's a bit risquŽ" Rosie commented. She turned walked towards the wall where Marina's work hung. It was leaning towards the surrealist side, depicting the female figure beaten and broken, progressing through the 3 paintings to where he stood straight, Marina hoping to demonstrate through art the journey of the female journey in history. "Interesting subject matter, the person looks familiar" Rosie said staring at the naked female figure in the painting. The brushes of paint surrounding the genitals and breasts blurred. "It's Mrs. Morris" Marina said. Rosie turned her head slightly, staring at the woman in the painting. She could certain features in common with her old baby sitter, although she had never seen her like this, naked and distorted. "It's really good" Rosie said placing her arm around Marina's waist, the older woman shifting slightly, leaning against her daughters friend, glad for the comfort and warmth she was feeling. Was she drunk? Was she really this happy to have Rosie, a girl she had seen grown from a baby to this figure before her, so close to her. "I'm surprised you didn't ask Dawn though" Rosie commented squeezing Marina's thigh, feeling slightly more flesh than she imagined. She last time she had seen Dawn's mother had been nearly 6 years ago, an accidental exposure when Marina had been changing her top in her bedroom after spilling ketchup down her front. She had stopped at the doorway, rays of light from the summer sun shining through as she looked through into the room, Marina's full body casting a shadow in the room, her hands pulling her white top over her head, her breasts cupped in her bra. Rosie had felt her breath caught as her friends mother had walked around her bedroom, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed in and out. "Ask my daughter to pose nude for me? Please. I haven't seen her that exposed since I used to bathe her" Marina said finishing her second glass of wine, accepting a third as Rosie took one from the tray and gave it to her, Marina promising it would be her last, she couldn't give her speech drunk. "That's not entirely true." Rosie said pointedly, continuing to stare at the twisted, naked, female form on display. Marina looked down at the girl with her arm around her waist, feeling Rosie's fingers holding her flesh, wondering why Rosie had brought that moment up again, after all this time. "It was so crap, he just shot his pop and boom!" Marina almost shouted laughing out loud. She picked up her glass and took a sip of the blue cocktail, wondering why she could still drink this much and still remain in control. Rosie sat looking at the woman before her. Since she had left home, she had travelled to numerous countries displaying her artwork, her skill heralding her as a new artist. But in all honesty, she was searching, searching for something. And she knew she had found it in LA, on that summer day when she had gone shopping by herself. Whilst shopping for a dress to a premier at an art gallery, she had met a minor actress in a bit part soap, known mostly on the west coast. Conversation had struck up before she had revealed to Rosie she was a lesbian, and had more than a passing interest in her. She had freaked, and left LA shortly after the party, yet now she sat in her hometown, drinking cocktails with her best friends mother. "Paul was really that bad, it's a miracle Dawn was conceived" Rosie muttered drinking a little of her mixed vodka drink, staring at the almond eyes of Marina, looking past that figure who had played with her and Dawn as little girls. Who had bandaged her knee when she had fallen over, and lent her a towel when she had slept over at Dawn's house during her period. "So with all your mingling in high society, you've probably fucked a lot of guys right?" Marina asked giggling, looking around the small bar in the gallery serving drinks. "Excuse me, that's a bit of a personal question" Rosie said, a little shocked, and stunned someone of Marina's age was still thinking about that. Marina turned on her bar stall, the fabric of the seat pulling her dress up a little, enough to show the top of her tights in the dim lighting. "Come on, I bet your just a regular little whore right?" Marina asked downing her cocktail in one, wiping some of the blue droplet away on her arm, the moisture mixing with her own sweat creating a radiant glow Rosie was quickly being drawn to. Rosie grinned swirling the liquid at the bottom of her glass around, watching the patterns of light bouncing off it, wondering how far this question was going to progress before she made a move, or Marina passed out. Either could have good consequences, Rosie thought grinning, looking up at the figure she had once seen as a surrogate mother, now a potential fuck. "I don't sleep with men." Rosie said slyly, dropping her hand onto Marina's leg, feeling the fabric of her tights a little damp, the heat from Marina's body pushing sweat up onto her skin. Marina, swaying slightly, stared at the beautiful girl before her. "You're a lesbian!" Marina said out loud, now drawing attention from a number of men, and a few women watching the two people at the bar. Rosie pulled her hand away as she noticed a bouncer walking towards the two women. "Excuse me miss, but your making quite a scene. I'm going to have to ask you to take your partner home" he said formerly staring at the drunk woman on the bar stool. "My Partner?" Rosie asked, before realising what he was saying and nodded. She placed Marina's arm around her neck and began moving towards the door, feeling the older woman's hand pushing into her silk top, Marina's fingers moving under the fabric of her white bra, trying to inch down to her stiffening nipples. They left the car park, Rosie digging around in Marina's pocket and finding the car keys, seeing the grey BMW and unlocking the door. She rested her friends' mother in the passenger seat and climbed in behind the wheel, turning the ignition on and reversing out of the car park onto the main road. She drove for a while down the near empty high way, glancing at the clock on the dash board, the figure standing at 00:38. She shook her head wondering what Dawn would be thinking, or would think if she saw her mother like this. Rosie turned off the highway and pulled into the motel she was staying in. She helped Marina out of the car and guided her to her single room, resting Marina on her twin bed. "So you've brought me back to your love shack baby?" Marina asked giggling, her tight black dress now having risen up over her waist, her soaking wet knickers on display, pulled tightly into her crotch and ass crack. Rosie, grinning, walked forward, climbing onto her knees on the bed, crawling forward and moving on top of Marina. She pulled her bed top off over her, her young firm breasts standing proudly from her chest. Rosie reached down, lifting Marina's shoulders off the bed until Marina was upright facing her. She took her head with her hand and brought Marina's lips against hers, tasting alcohol moving between their mouth, and Marina's lips moving against hers. Marina's tongue snaked out, licking Rosie's, pressing against it manipulating the soft flesh of her tongue. Rosie pushed Marina's willing body down onto the bed, her 'Mother' breathing heavily, staring at the young woman sitting beside her. Rosie rolled Marina over onto her front, pulling the zipper down Dawn had down up. Rosie gripped the edges of Marina's dress and pulled it down Marina's body, her sweat helping the fabric slipping down until it rested at a pile at the bottom of her feet, Marina now lying in her underwear on her daughters best friends bed. Rosie pushed her finger under the crotch of Marina's panties, pulling her panties down her legs, the sopping wet garment dripping her sweat and cum onto her bed sheets. She lifted them to her nose, smelling her scent, for a moment placing them in her mouth sucking Marina's taste from knickers. Marina, now pissed and fed up turned and gripped Rosie's shoulders pulling her down on top of her, Marina's legs wrapping around Rosie's body, the mature woman kissing the younger girl with a passion and willingness that had been building for a long time. Rosie let Marina hold her down, the older woman's hands pulling Rosie's skirt down with her own panties, Rosie enjoying the feeling of Marina's hot flesh rubbing against her own. She shifted up the bed, turning and sitting on the pillow, taking Marina's head in her hands and pressing it between her legs, the older woman seeing Rosie's bare vagina quivering with anticipation. Love For Her Mother Ch. 02 Thanks for your feedback everyone. I tried to write this story to continue the themes I developed in part: 1. Again, I find the best erotic stories are ones that use sex in a realistic circumstance, more of a turn on. So hope you enjoy this and look forward to part: 3. William. Love For Her Mother: Chapter 2 Friends Re-united. Marina ran up the stairs and walked into her daughter's bedroom, watching Rosie's red convertible pull out of the drive onto the road. From here, Marina could see the top of the two's girls heads as Rosie accelerated down the highway towards the centre of town. Marina walked into Dawn's room, pausing at the doorway as she stared around her daughter's room, the smell of perfume in the air. Leaning against the far wall was a half covered canvas. She walked around the bed and sat down, lifting the canvas. A purple silk covered mattress was painted sitting atop a white metal frame. The beginnings of two legs were painted, one foot over the other, the edge of a duvet lounged over the leg. It was recognisable whose leg it was it was recognisable as her bed. When had Dawn painted her in bed? Behind the canvas was a sketchbook decorated with pictures of Dawn. Marina picked the sketchbook up, several photos dropping onto the floor. As Marina looked through them, she lost her breath slightly. The photos started with Marina sleeping beneath her covers. Eventually, a pale hand wearing a ring appeared, gripping the edge of the cover and pulling it down her body. It was Dawn's hand she knew. Dawn had received that ring from her father on her 16th birthday, a distant present from a father she didn't know, but a welcome gift she wore all the time. And her nails were painted black with small yellow stars, Dawn's favourite pattern at the moment. The next picture in the set had the duvet at the bottom of the bed, Marina's body positioned in a way that provided a clear picture, two taken of her in the nude, a state she slept in due to the heat, before close up pictures had been taken of her breasts, a zoomed picture on the digital camera of her soft nipples, and one of her ass crack and her brown pubic hair. "What?" Marina asked herself placing her hand on her chest, looking at the pictures her daughter had taken of her most intimate parts of her body. When she looked at the canvas, it looked like that Dawn was trying to make a composite picture, a nude landscape portrait. Why had she done this, Dawn had never shown interest in her beyond that of her as her mother. And yet if she was looking at Marina more than a parental figure, she had just made the biggest mistake and had sex with her best friend. Marina's attention was pulled away as she heard her mobile phone going off on her bedside table. She flipped it open, glancing at the number before lifting it to her ear. "Hello?" she said answering the phone, sitting on her bed. "Marina, it's Rosie. I really need to talk to you" Rosie said over the phone, the sound of music pumping behind her. Again Marina felt nervous, wondering why she was ringing. A one night, drink induced, fling with another woman was one thing but she wasn't ready to start questioning her sexuality as a result of having sex with a young girl. "Look Rosie, it was a mistake. What we did, it was wrong" Marina said, panicking. "Marina, you are lying, to me and yourself. All those nasty things you did, I know you enjoyed it" Rosie said, her voice going up slightly. Fuck, was she really talking this loud? Was Dawn in earshot? "I did enjoy, fuck, it was the best sex I have had in a long time. But I can't go on with this. I can't see you as what we have could destroy what I share with my daughter." Marina said calmly, almost gripping the bed sheet with her free hand now praying Dawn was not near her friend, hearing her mother, Marina, say these things. "Well, that's true. Look, I'm sorry for ringing you, I'll just have to find some comfort with Dawn" Rosie said, almost apologetically, but with enough edge to make Marina tense up. Rosie couldn't, wouldn't tell Dawn what had happened? But if Rosie was flying out to Paris for her exhibition, would she care if she ruined the lives of a mother and daughter. "Are you threatening me?" Marina asked, anger creeping in now. "No, look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. We are at Ed's down the road, come and join us" Rosie said, her voice suddenly caring, no malice or intent there. "I..." Marina began. "I won't take no, come on, come and see your two favourite people" Rosie said coyly. "Okay" Marina said. She shut her phone and looked at her reflection in the mirror, staring at her face and touching the slight lines forming around her skin. A testament of age perhaps, but tiredness. She felt old, and worn out. Marina turned her BMW into Ed's, a shortened name for the bar that her daughter and her friend were currently in, Eden, the towns main bar. It was open 24/7, even at, 12:15 in the afternoon, Marina thought climbing out of the car, walking to the door and entering the cool interior, feeling the blow of the doorway fan against her white top, the material rippling slightly. The air was also cooling the droplets of sweat rolling down her bare back, the elastic of her bra strap digging in slightly. "Good afternoon, are you by yourself?" a feminine voice asked approaching from the main bar. "Eh yes, although I was meeting two girls, both a bit shorter than me. Youngish looking" Marina said looking around the bar. She could see plenty of girls, but not Dawn, or Rosie. "They could be by the pool, I can take you around if you want?" the brunette asked. Marina nodded and followed the woman around the bar and through the door leading to the back of the building. A largish pool sat out back, the rays of the sun reflecting off the glistening water. Surrounding the pool were... "Why is everyone naked?" Marina asked crossing her arm across her chest, noticing at least 30 women of various age, weight and colour sitting around the pool or swimming in the cool looking water. "It's a rule I'm afraid" the host said pointing at a sign by the door to the bar. It stated: NO CLOTHES AT POOL SIDE "We don't get too many complaints from our customers so it has stuck. If you want, you can drink in the bar, it's a little cooler in their" the host said, turning to walk back to the bar. Marina nodded and turned to leave, wondering if she had heard Rosie correctly before she stopped in her tracks, watching the slender, thin curved body of Rosie walk along the edge of the pool, droplets of water falling from her body. Her pubic hair, what was left, was soaked through, her nipples small on her breasts standing firm and young. Behind Rosie walked Dawn, equally as young and proud of her body, shaking her long hair, water flying around as she pushed her hands through the air. Both girls stopped at matching deck chairs beside the pool. "Ma'am?" the host asked. "Eh, hang on" Marina said. She walked around the pool, her attention momentarily taken by a tall blond, about her age, walking down the small ladder into the cool water. Like Marina she was starting to age, but she looked beautiful, light freckles along her shoulders and face, a few stretch marks here and there but not enough to take away the look of her figure, and what a body she had. Marina shook her head clear and approached her daughter, and lover. "What are you doing here? At a topless, bar?" Marina asked, her attention on Dawn's face, not Rosie's slightly open legs showing the lips of her vagina. "It's the safest place to get a tan. Besides, I was just catching up with Rosie, why are you here mum?" Dawn asked. Marina looked at Rosie who simply shrugged and lay back, putting on her sunglasses, looking at the mother and daughter through tinted eyes "I uh, was driving and saw Rosie's car. Look, this isn't safe, what if some pervert comes in, you're a young girl and very exposed" Marina replied. "Hardly" Dawn said grinning shaking her head. "Hardly?" Marina asked. "Mum, in case you haven't noticed, this is a lesbian bar. No men allowed. Besides, Kathy who owns the bar is a black belt karate champion, she could kick the shit out of any man who tried to anything on us" Dawn answered. Marina looked quickly around the pool, now noticing the closeness of some of the couples. How an older woman, Mrs. Garrity, her neighbour, now sat opposite kissing and touching a girl not much older than Dawn, her hands, wrinkled and withered, moving between the girls legs, probing her cunt, pushing into her flesh. "I bet this is the first time you've seen another naked woman, besides yourself, and Dawn maybe" Rosie remarked coyly, her eyebrow arching over the rim of her sunglasses. Marina swallowed hard trying not to be distracted by the girl she had sex with only last night. "Excuse me, but I will have to ask that you remove your clothes or return to the bar" an older woman said approaching from the building, clearly not as accommodating as the first lady Marina had seen. Marina turned to leave before Rosie sprung to her feet, taking Marina by the shoulders. "It's alright, she's just getting undressed. Come on, I'll show you to the lockers" Rosie said. She took Marina's hand and almost pulled the older woman to the small building attached to the bar and exiting to the pool, a row of metallic lockers visible through the window. She pushed Marina through the door. "What the hell are you doing?" Marina asked angrily. "What the fuck is your problem? Last night we had a good time, okay. And now your acting like a frigid fucking nun. Now, you may have been pissed but something came out of you last night, and to the casual observer, it didn't look like your were hanging back" Rosie said equally as pissed. The teen was worried for a moment as Marina continued to grow in anger before the woman fell onto her shoulder, her head resting against Rosie's, tears flowing down the girl's naked skin. "What the hell is happening to me, it's as if my life has been turned upside down. I just want to be a mother to my daughter but find her at a lesbian bar and me I end up in bed with her best friend. I'm not a fucking lesbian" Marina said crying. "You think half these women here are? There wives to vicars, teachers, police officers. But all with a need they can't find. So they come to a lesbian bar, some find happiness, others don't. And you may" Rosie said lifting Marina's head. Still dripping pool water from her hair, she lifted Marina's mouth to hers and kissed her, so different from last night. Then Rosie had kissed her to dominate her, now it was a kiss of compassion, both sets of lips finding and soothing each other. Marina moved her hands down Rosie's wet body, resting on the wet tuft of hair sticking between Rosie's legs. She moved to push her finger against Rosie's cunt, trying to wriggle it into her lips before Rosie pulled away, releasing the kiss and Marina's wiggling finger. "Not here, not where Dawn could find us. Look, come with me" Rosie said. She took Marina's hand once more and walked as naked and innocent as a baby, into the bar, Marina again panicking slightly as to who might see her with this naked teenager, but again understanding that most women here, even if she did know them, had come willingly into a lesbian bar to find such a beautiful creature. She approached the bar with Marina in tow, stopping before what was clearly a hooker, although slightly well dressed. Probably on the higher end of the market, Marina mused, hoping they would pass her bye, but alarmed they didn't. The whore was in her early forties, slightly worse for age but still a rather attractive woman if you liked that sort of thing, Marina thought staring at the woman. "Katie, this is Marina, Marina, this is Katie" Rosie said, speaking between the two woman as an adult dating agency, not a nude teenager girl in a lesbian bar arranging a date between her friends mother and a high class prostitute. "Katie, Marina is a close friend, give her the works" Rosie said ignoring Marina's slight protest. Marina was about protest louder when Katie stood and wrapped her painted hands around her head, pressing her brandy smelling mouth against Marina's, the mother tasting the taste of sex on her lips and mouth "I will leave you two alone" Rosie said smiling. She watched as Marina almost melted under Katie's kiss, remembering how she had been the same when she first slept with a woman all those years ago. Seeing those first moments when Marina struggled before surrendering to Katie's touch, moving closer until they looked like they had been lovers for years, not moments. Rosie turned and walked back to the pool, glancing back as Katie stood, took Marina's hand and walked up the wooden staircase at the side of the bar. She left the dark interior, the sun blazing in her eyes before spotting Dawn at the edge of the pool, her feet making ripples in the water with her toes. She sat down behind Dawn. "Hey honey" Rosie said placing her hands around Dawn's stomach, resting them on the top of her legs, feeling Dawn's short pubic hair against her hand. Dawn lent back resting her head on Rosie's shoulder, staring up into the blue sky, only a few clouds present. "Watcha thinking about?" Rosie asked resting her cheek against Dawn's. "Mat" Dawn answered tensing up slightly, Rosie shifting her grip around Dawn's body as the daughter of her lover sat up staring into the lines of the water moving before her. "Matthew Kiethly?" Rosie asked crawling on her knees to sit beside Dawn. "You are in a lesbian club, surrounded by the best looking females in the town and your thinking about the bloke who took your virginity?" Rosie asked. "I got an email from him last night, he's coming home during the summer, a work placement or something. He wants to meet and have a coffee" Dawn explained uncrossing her leg, parting them slightly and scooping a handful of cold water, splashing them against her hot inner thigh, grateful as the cool liquid washed over her hot clammy skin. "Ah the infamous coffee meet. Dawn, I wont be offended if you say no but you never did tell me about why you split up with Mat" Rosie said. "Remember my prom?" Dawn asked facing Rosie. 2 Months Earlier: Harrington High School Prom: The twin lights of the stretched limo pierced the night sky as the black car pulled into the High School approach road, it's passengers already drinking. As it came to a stop, Matthew Kiethly stepped out of the car, adjusting his bow tie in the reflection of the black tinted window before opening the opposite side door, and helping Dawn out of the car. Dawn stood in the night air, the cool breeze forming goose bumps on her skin. She accepted Matthew's black suit jacket and walked arm in arm up to the entrance foyer of the school hall. "Good evening Matthew, Dawn" Mr. Roebuck said checking the tickets, smiling at the two teenagers. "Sir" Matthew said nodding, accepting his jacket back from Dawn as she stepped into the warmth of the building, adjusting her body in her tight red dress, shifting the chest portion of the dress as her breasts settled in the material. Matthew waited by her side, no doubt having a cheap thrill, she thought to herself, until she stood still and accepted his arm walking into the hall. All around them were couples already dancing to the music being played, Never an Easy Way by Morcheeba. Dawn looked around the hall, spotting her intended target, Rosie Cutter, the triumph card for the high school stood in the centre of a small crowd, those around her drinking up her words. Rosie had left Harrington two years ago, moving to a specialised Art School, and finding Fame and success. Thankfully she had come tonight to share in this ritual right of passage, the journey of her friends. "Matthew, I'm going to say hello to Rosie" Dawn said releasing Mat's arm. Mat nodded and moved away himself his friends close by the punch, most likely spiked by now. Dawn moved towards the crowd, pushing her way through until she saw that angelic like body of her old friend Rosie explaining how shopping in LA was so different to the malls around here. As she spoke, Dawn noticed Rosie glance at her, before continuing to speak. It was mostly bullshit and bragging, and Dawn was grateful when Rosie finished. "Dawn, it's so good to see you again" Rosie said stepping forward. Dawn pressed a kiss against her cheek, Rosie did likewise but dropped her hand to Dawn's thigh, feeling a little of her flesh and pulling her closer, to the point where she could feel Dawn's small hairs on her face. All in a moment, as Dawn stepped back. "You too, all that sun in LA has really done you good" Dawn commented, staring at the bronze skin of her old best friend, her hands instinctively rubbing Rosie's forearms, the artist standing still as Dawn pressed into her. Dawn pulled her hands away. "And the boys?" Dawn asked grinning, crossing her arms across her chest, stepping back. "Well, you know me, an optional extra. Are you not drinking?" Rosie asked. Dawn looked at her empty hand, then across the sea of moving bodies to Mat who stood with his friends talking, most not with a partner, playing it 'cool', unable to find dates. "No" Dawn answered. Rosie hooked her arm and Dawn accepted it. They walked arm in arm across the dance floor, stopping by the small bar serving mostly soft drinks. Rosie ordered two Cokes and lent on the bar rail staring at her friend. Dawn took her own coke and stirred the floating ice cubes with her red straw looking out at the couples moving together on the dance floor, some her friends, some stranger, all together in the bond of love, seeing each other for maybe the last time. "We could dance if you like?" Rosie suggested sipping her coke. Dawn looked at her. "Rosie, I'm with Mat" Dawn replied, nervously? Why was she nervous? Dawn thought. "Okay, go dance with Mat. But I'm going to dance and I'm gonna look pretty stupid slow dancing on my own" Rosie said standing. Dawn grinned and took her right hand, leading her onto the dance floor. She placed one hand on Rosie's hip, feeling Rosie's on hers, and took her hand, dancing to the music. Dawn felt the heat off Rosie's body, her sweaty palms mixing with Dawn's own juices. As the couple turned, Rosie brushed her leg against Dawn's, feeling the smooth skin at her touch, Rosie's hand moving down Dawn's body, resting on the curve of her ass. Dawn pressed closer to Rosie, leaning on her shoulder, Rosie resting her head on Dawn's, enjoying the feeling of the girls body curving around hers, the bend of the dress around Dawn's breasts pushing against hers as they danced. "I'm going crazy not seeing you." Rosie said softly against Dawn's ear, her hot breath blowing down Dawn's neck. Dawn tensed slightly before she felt Rosie's hand pull her closer to against her friend, almost squeezing her ass cheek now. Did they look like lovers to their friends? Rosie dropped her hand to the hem of Dawn's dress and pushed her finger into the gown, feeling the hot flesh of Dawn's inner thigh through the material of her tights. Dawn's thigh muscles shivered slightly at Rosie's touch, her legs parting slightly, allowing Rosie more space to move her hand up between Dawn's legs, her dress now lifting up. "What about Mat?" Dawn asked weakly. Rosie's index finger now rested against the padded crotch of Dawn's knickers, small amounts of Dawn's cum secreting from her vagina, through the material and against Rosie's skin. Rosie paused neither pressing or retracting her finger, tilting her head slightly. "What about your normal life?" Rosie asked looking across at Mat who still hadn't noticed his date dancing with Rosie, almost having her sex touched by her. Would Mat be angry? Might he even want to join, being a man? Love For Her Mother Ch. 02 "I don't give a damn about a normal life, I never have Rosie. But I've never cheated on anyone in my life, not so much as looked at another person. And now..." Dawn said. Rosie pressed her finger against the fabric of Dawn's knickers, feeling the material, now soaked with sweat and pre-cum, forming around the folds of flesh of Dawn's vagina. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll walk away, right now." Rosie said. Her finger inched around the elastic of her knickers, against the hot flesh of Dawn's outer vagina lips, feeling the short stubble of hair, and the liquid seeping out of her. "I..." Dawn tried to say. Rosie angled her head and pressed her lips against Dawn's, kissing her lightly while pressing into her, Dawn's legs almost collapsing as Rosie pressed into her body through her sex. Dawn released the kiss, looking into Rosie's eyes. Dawn felt Rosie's hands moving all over her body, her back pressed against the row of lockers as her best friend touched in ways Matthew never had. Rosie kissed her neck, her right hand pushing up Dawn's curved leg, raising the dress and exposing her knickers to the cold air. Rosie tried to release Dawn's breasts from the dress and tight fitting bra. "How fucking wet are you?" Rosie asked, shaking Dawn's juice from her hand, some landing on the red fabric of the dress. Dawn looked down her body as Rosie dropped to her knees, gripping the elastic edges of her knickers and yanking them down her legs onto the cold marble floor, moisture forming around her garment. Rosie pushed her hands around Dawn's slippery legs, gripped her ass cheeks from behind and forced Dawn's legs apart, angling her head back and up as her tongue snaked out, feeling her friends vagina in her mouth. Dawn gripped her long hair, the slippery mass between her legs probing and exploring, soothing and exciting, so different from the odd times Mat had shown interest. "Rosie please" Dawn said, tears in her eyes as the guilt, fear and pleasure of the moment built up in her. She could feel sweat pouring down her back, the salty liquid collecting around her anal ring and her cunt, Rosie sucking what she could away. Rosie lifted her left hand under Dawn's barely, concealing dress, finding the fabric of her bra and lifting it cleanly away, taking hold of Dawn's tit. Dawn lowered her hands to Rosie's and held it against her breast, feeling her friends fingers squeezing her nipple, turning it and rubbing it softly, manipulating the brown flesh as her tongue probed her cunt. Fuck it, if this was what happened when you cheated, the fear and panic pushing her body to this level of desire and lust ... "Dawn!" a voice echoed down the corridor. Dawn's head snapped around, seeing Mat standing at the doorway open mouth, the hot lust between Dawn's thighs and cunt turning to cold sweat. This was another reality of cheating on a loved one, that they might find out, and ruin the love between them. Rosie pulled her head away from Dawn's crotch, not making eye contact with the 6'2 frame approaching her. She stood looking at the exit at the end of the corridor, shaking slightly as her body changed from lust to fear, what dampness there was in her panties mixing with a little pee. "What?" Mat asked, his hands on his head as he looked at his date standing hunched up against a locker. Her red prom dress he had bought her around her stomach almost, her knickers pulled aside and some dyke bitch clearly eating her out. "You're a fucking..." Mat began. "Lesbo" Rosie suggested, biting her tongue as Mat focused his gaze on her, Rosie taking several steps backwards. "Don't start with me bitch. Fuck this" Mat said shaking his head, he stepped back and walked down the corridor, slamming his elbow against a locker door, the metal bending at impact. Rosie grinned to herself slightly, before the look on her face went away as Dawn cried, walking after her boyfriend. "But Matthew, I love you" she screamed down the corridor. Rosie stepped forward and held her by the shoulders. Dawn struggled briefly before collapsing against Rosie's grip, tears streaming down her face as she felt her friend hold her close, a small comfort to what had happened. Any thoughts of seduction drained from Rosie's mind as she realised what she had done. Rosie sat stunned, her hands frozen on the warm skin of Dawn as the two girls thought about that night. While it had been a night to remember, that had been the last time they had spoken until Rosie rang Dawn from the airport recently. And while she had moved on in LA, having a casual romance with a small soap star, she had assumed Dawn had down likewise. "I never realised that was the reason. I assumed you two made up, I mean, all straight guys fantasise about lesbian sex at one time or another, Mat must have. I never thought it was because of me" Rosie said after several moments of silence. "It hurt him, more than he wanted to admit. And once we graduated, we never spoke again, until now" Dawn said, she instinctively crossed her legs pulling away from Rosie's hand. Rosie watched her skin stretching around her tight ass before standing, following Dawn into the changing rooms. "And now?" Rosie asked. The Whores Tale: Love through the Generations Love For Her Mother Rosie felt Marina's tongue moving over her vagina, her lips and tongue sucking and licking the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She shifted slightly on the pillow, her ass, slipping forward pushing her vagina into Marina's mouth. She could feel Marina's saliva dribbling down her flesh as the lady spit and sucked on Rosie's vagina, almost to the point of sucking Rosie's flesh into her mouth, the girl succumbing to the action. Rosie closed her thighs around Marina's head, the woman's long curly brown hair falling around her flesh, tickling her skin. Rosie laughed, a laugh of lust and pleasure as she felt pleasure coursing through her body, building up in her stomach before erupting through her cunt. Rosie felt herself shaking, cold sweat on her skin as she lay shivering looking at the woman between her legs lapping at her cunt. Not just any woman, her friends mum. Rosie crawled down beside Marina and lay on her side smiling down at Marina again on her back looking straight up at the ceiling. The girl reached down and slid her hand between Marina's sweaty thighs, her ringed finger scratching and rubbing against the loose wet pussy. She had done this enough herself to know how to stimulate another woman to orgasm. "Dawn" Marina moaned turning and twisting on her bed, crossing her legs and pressing her cunt against Rosie's fingers almost riding the two fingers Rosie was using to masturbate this lady. Rosie wasn't surprised but was slightly confused as to this single word Marina had moaned under her touch. It hadn't been her intention to come home and go to bed with her old friends mother. But when she had met eyes with Marina, she knew she would end up fucking her sooner or later. Marina came more quickly and quietly than Rosie, biting down on her lip as small waves of pleasure passed through her cunt. As Rosie pulled her finger out, it was dripping sweat and cum, Rosie bringing it to her lips and sucking the mixture of fluids from her skin, smiling as she tasted the sex of this beautiful heaving creature in the state of orgasm. Rosie watched as Marina shut her eyes falling into blissful sleep before the harsh reality of day occurred tomorrow, when she would have to ask herself serious questions about her sexuality, and relationship with her daughter. But that was for her to sort out. For Rosie, she had gotten what she wanted that night. She lent forward and kissed Marina upon the lips, the mixture of alcohol and lipstick creating a weird yet sensual taste in her mouth. Marina turned the key in the lock and walked into her kitchen, her head pulsing in pain. A mixture of too much alcohol and the state of mind at having woken up nude beside her daughter's fried. She dropped her purse on the counter and walked into the kitchen, switching the kettle on and taking a seat on the bar stool around the small central raised serving counter. "Morning, wow, you look rough" Dawn said chirpily, walking into the kitchen dressed only in her nightclothes. Marina looked up at Dawn's smooth legs, feeling the touch of Rosie's fingers on her sex, pushing in and finding a clit, part of her cunt she had only just found recently through heavy masturbation. A shameful act, she tried to rationalise hoping it was just a one nightstand with a teen girl she prayed she would never see again. "Did you only just get in? hey, did you meet someone? Anyone one I know?" Dawn asked opening the fridge, pouring a small glass of orange juice taking a seat opposite her mother. Marina looked up, shaking slightly, frightened maybe her daughter was teasing, maybe even about to reveal that Rosie had rang her, told her everything. But why would she? "No, just a bloke" Marina lied swallowing hard. She thanked all the Gods when the kettle clicked, steam rising from the funnel. She crossed the kitchen and poured boiling water into the cup with the coffee, adding a teaspoon of sugar and walking towards the hallway. She froze when she saw Rosie walking up the side path from the street to the door at the kitchen. Marina followed the teen girl, whose pussy she had eaten out last night in a state of euphoria. "Why is Rosie here?" Marina asked almost dropping her cup before setting it down on the counter. Dawn shrugged and crossed the kitchen, opening the door as the bell rang once. "Hey babe, sorry I had to cancel last night but I had a function I couldn't cancel." Rosie said, innocently, Marina thought, stepping into the kitchen. Dawn smiled and lent in kissing Rosie on the cheek like two close girl friends did. Marina felt fear, and jealousy pass through her, that the first person she had been intimate with for a long time was so close to her daughter. "Hello Mrs. Okan, it's nice to see you again. That's a nice dress" Rosie said facing Marina. She walked forward and again kissed Marina on the cheek, her falling out of Dawn's eye sight and pressing her finger tips against Marina's flesh, hitching the edge of her skirt up, revealing her underwear free ass for a second before pulling away and returning to Dawn's side. As she stood beside Dawn talking quietly, Marina saw Rosie pull a little bit of her panties from her pocket, the material hanging for all to see, well, just for Marina to see standing their nervously. "So, you met someone last night?" Dawn asked finishing her orange juice and walking to the sink, turning the tap on and washing it out. "Yeah, it was a long night" Rosie said grinning, now pulling a little more of the knickers out with her index finger, nearly half of the material hanging from her pocket. Marina's heart was thumping, praying her daughter wouldn't see her mum's knickers hanging from her friend's pocket. "Was it anyone I know?" Dawn asked turning around, her eye line crossing over the hanging panties. Marina sighed slightly, although now with Rosie's eyes focused on her again, she felt her body tensing up. "You might say that. Come on, go get dressed and I'll tell you when we're out" Rosie said. She gave Dawn a little pat on the bum. Dawn grinned and ran off up stairs, rushing to get dressed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Marina demanded walking close to Rosie, her voice wavering between fear and rage at the teenager girl threatening to ruin the relationship between her daughter and her. "I had to see you again. I can't forget what happened last night, and I would be a liar if I said I didn't want it to happen again" Rosie said. By now she had raised her head and was stroking Marina with her finger, the same finger that had penetrated her vagina, had been covered with her cum, and was now on her face. Marina tilted her head to the touch, taking her finger in her hand. "I can't" Marina almost pleaded. "You will. I'm going to fuck you or I will tell Dawn everything" Rosie said pulling away, and once more smiling sweetly as Dawn entered the room. Marina watched them go, her daughter and her friend, her child and her lover, hand in hand towards her seductress car. She was frightened, but very, very tempted to follow through with Rosie's proposition. More than anything she had given her happiness, and satisfaction, something she hadn't had in a very long time. She wanted to now fuck that girl. To Be Continued if I get enough positive feedback...