0 comments/ 171228 views/ 86 favorites Watching Mom & Grandma Ch. 01 By: AugustBreeze Hi! My name's Monica Coulter; and the story I'm about to tell is one that you will more than likely never forget. At the time, I was eighteen years old and I lived with my mother in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona. I was a straight "A" Honor Student and President of the Student Council. I was also a member of the National Honor Society and was on the Debate Team. Oh, did I mention that I was head of the varsity cheerleading squad too? Well, I was. And that's all the more I'm going to say about my physical appearance. Suffice it to say that you didn't obtain such a coveted, and dare I say sexual position without the "Right Stuff". But I will add that I'm five feet nine inches tall, have long, wavy black hair down to my shoulder blades and glacier blue eyes; the eyes of my grandmother. And thanks both to living in the Valley of the Sun and making weekly visits to the tanning beds, my natural alabaster skin was a year round hue of golden mahogany. Now, from what I just told you about myself, I was what most people would consider a very normal and ambitious young woman with a bright and promising future; heaven knows I came from a generational line of very prominent and successful women; i.e. my mother and my grandmother. But as you will soon discover, the word normal and the name Monica Coulter very seldom collide in the same sentence; nor does it with my mother or my grandmother either. Allow me to introduce them: My mother, Quinn Coulter, was only twenty years old when I was born; she was in her third year of college at Stanford University at the time. By the time I was eighteen, Mom was thirty-eight and a renowned, New York Times Bestselling author, having written fifteen spellbinding romance novels and was currently working on her sixteenth. Standing also at exactly five foot nine, my mother has a gorgeous maim of full and flowing dark auburn hair that drapes delicately to the tops of her alluring shoulders. Mom's body is long, lean and statuesque with a full set of sensuous and tempting curves. Her face is soft, but stunning; with pouting, luscious lips, a sparkling white smile, perfect nose, marvelous chin and enchanting emerald green eyes. A pert, glamorously round and bountiful chest, fertile and savory hips, taut and magnificently spherical ass, flat tummy, slim waist, willowy arms, long and slender neck; and her skin is the purest of creamy white silk. Along with her immaculate physique, my mother is also a brilliant scholar. Despite my arrival so early in her life, Mom completed her Bachelor's Degree in Political Science from Stanford University where she spent three years on the Dean's List's; then followed that with a Masters Degree in Literature from Yale University. She is also a Rhodes Scholar and spent time at Oxford University in England where she studied politics and philosophy. Aside from being one of America's most beloved novelists, my mother also serves as a city councilwoman in Phoenix and has aspirations of perhaps running for higher office. Suffice it to say, Quinn Coulter is the most amazing woman I know; save possibly one: Her mother! My grandmother, Farah Coulter, was just twenty-one years old when she gave my mother life. Despite her blue collar beginnings in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan; which is where my mother was born, my grandmother is now a prominent socialite in New York City; not to mention the founder and CEO of one of America's most popular women's magazines and on the board of directors of countless civic, cultural and social organizations all along the East Coast. Being one of the most influential and wealthiest women in the country, my grandmother also heads up one of the largest charity organizations in North America, second only to Goodwill. When not traveling all about the globe on her countless business and social engagements in her private jet, my grandmother divides her home life and down time between her three story penthouse on Fifth Avenue and her colossal beach house in the Hamptons on Long Island. She also owns a ski lodge in Aspen, Colorado and a breathtaking Chateau in northern France. Then at the age of fifty-nine and having been a widow since she was forty, Grandma was more elegant, charismatic, graceful, alluring and radiant than ever. I won't waste too much space to give you her physical description when all that really needs to be said is "Like Mother, Like Daughter"; or in this particular case, "Like Daughter, Like Mother." Just like my Mom's, my grandmother's face is heart stopping beautiful, with just a few more lines of wisdom; alluring wrinkles if you like. As for her body; well it's a clone of my mother's and one any other grandmother would kill to have as she nears the age of sixty. With the exception of being an inch taller than my mother and I at five-ten, Grandma possesses mystical glacier blue eyes, just like mine; and where her hair was once a glossy shade of auburn, it has since faded into a breathtaking shade of pearlescent silver with long frontal bangs and curled at the base of her sleek, sexy neck that immaculately frames her stunning face. Apparently, my long and wavy black hair was a gift from my father; and the only one at that. Anyway: Very much like Mom and me, Grandma and Mom shared a very close nit bond; they were the best of friends. And despite their demanding careers, celebrity and financial success, you might be surprised to learn that both my wonderful matriarchs are extremely grounded women; very down to Earth, humble, brimming with compassion and deeply rooted in traditional family and Christian values. Regardless of anything, I always came first with Mom; and she with Grandma. They both have hearts of gold! It goes without saying that I am extremely blessed and fortunate, for I was raised by one of the most loving, nurturing and level-headed women on Earth; just as she had been before me. I never knew my father; he died just days before I was born and my mother almost never speaks of him. Nor does she speak of her own father, who died when she was eighteen. And it wasn't until I began the transformation from girl to woman that I commenced to become curious as to why Mom, or Grandma too for that matter, had never married or remarried. There were of course countless suitors that came and went like the months of the year or even days of the week for both of them; but for as long as I can remember, never anything serious or committed for either one of them. Which was absolutely fine with me, because in case you haven't already figured it out by now; the only thing my generational line does for me is fill me with forbidden love, incestuous lust and taboo lesbian fantasy. Sometimes I find it nearly impossible to think when I'm anywhere near my grandmother. I become so intoxicated with insatiable lust that I can hardly breathe; she is that fucking sexy. But the situation is far more complicated where my mother is concerned; for the matter becomes one of the heart and soul along with the body. Yes, I am very much in love with my own mother. I love her more than life itself. She is my soul mate. So what was a teenage girl to do when she was in love with her mother and in lust with her grandmother? Well, that brings us to where my story truly begins; on the Sunday before Thanksgiving when I was eighteen. Grandma had flown out to Phoenix earlier that very day and would be spending the week with us. So, now I would be trapped in the house for an entire week with the two women I desired more than anything on Earth, but could never ever have. Happy Fucking Thanksgiving to me! *** It was nearing midnight when I pulled into the driveway. All the lights in the house were off, which told me that Mom and Grandma were already asleep. Since I had told Mom that I would be spending the night at my friend Shawna's house after we got off work, I figured I'd just slip into the house quietly and wait until morning to explain why I had come home instead. Shawna and I had gotten into a rather heated argument during clean up that evening and basically told each other to go to hell just before storming off our separate ways. Letting myself in through the kitchen door, I stopped briefly at the fridge and soon discovered that I wasn't the least bit hungry. Moving on, I passed through the dining room, into the foyer and climbed the massive staircase to the second floor landing. As I was turning to head toward my bedroom, I heard the faint sound of music coming from the direction of Mom's room. Turning that direction, I then noticed that the door to the bedroom where Grandma was supposed to be staying was open with the lamp on the bedside table turned on; but Grandma was not in there. Growing very puzzled and even a bit concerned, I tiptoed down the long hallway to the double doors of my mother's bedroom. The music was definitely coming from inside her room and it was enticingly sensual and intensely erotic; perfect sex music, I thought to myself. Just then, I heard the soft, tender, almost orgasmic moaning of a woman coming from inside Mom's room; and it sounded like Grandma. Instantly an enormous knot lodged in the pit of my stomach as my heart began to pound like a jackhammer. With my chest constricting and my pulse popping in my ears, I reached with a trembling hand for one of the door handles and pushed down ever so gently; it was unlocked, so I quietly pushed the door open and stepped carefully inside. Mom's bedroom is a veritable penthouse suite complete with a fireplace, full wet bar, enormous bay windows, double bay doors leading out to a balcony, large sitting area with a love seat, sofa, high back leather chairs and a coffee table. Not bothering to close the door behind me, I crept silently down the short entrance corridor on the landing and then peered ever so carefully around the corner of the privacy wall. The cavernous bedroom suite was illuminated by a small fire burning in the fireplace, as well as several scented candles placed meticulously about, giving the room a mystical and intensely romantic luminous glow. Along with the fragrance of the scented candles, there was also the powerful aroma of burning incense hanging in the air, along with something else; the musky odor of feminine sexual arousal, and it was, at that moment, extremely potent. And then, as if in a dream, I discovered the source of that intoxicating and forbidden aroma; and I felt as if I'd just been hit by a speeding train. Grandma was lying flat on her back on the floor naked but for a pair of thigh-high black nylons on her legs and three inch, black spiked heels on her feet. Her body was trembling with orgasmic rapture; her back was arching toward the ceiling as her head was rolling in complete and utter ecstasy from side to side on the soft carpeting. And there, lying on her belly between my grandmothers' wide spread legs with her face buried deeply between my grandmothers' thighs, was my mother; who was entirely naked from head to toe. Both of their magnificent bodies were mystically luminescent; their flesh glistening softly with perspiration in the soft glow of the candle and firelight. Grandma's head continued to roll in euphoric bliss and I could see her eyes spinning wildly in their sockets as my mother pleasured her. I could hear the sinfully salacious sounds of sucking, slurping and squishing as my mother's mouth ravenously devoured my grandmothers' pussy. Grandma's body bucked and twitched as her hands combed through the silk of my mother's hair. "Oh my baby..." Grandma moaned so tenderly. "Oh, you're making Mommy feel so good." I then heard the most erotic growl from my mother's mouth as she seemed to intensify her incestuous feast on my grandmother's sexual core. Grandma's body seized and bucked sharply, her legs tumbled and thrashed about and her back arched in a virtual horseshoe toward the ceiling as a cataclysmic orgasm ravaged her body. A howl of unbridled passion and orgasmic release catapulted from her mouth as she dug her fingernails deep into my mother's scalp. Grandma then collapsed in a spent heap; sprawling her now rubbery arms and legs out on the floor like Leonardo de Vinci's Vitruvian man as my mother licked her clean. I was literally in the Twilight Zone; reality had almost ceased to exist. My knees buckled under my weight as my legs trembled uncontrollably. My heart pumped with the ferocity of a NASCAR engine piston; my lungs strained to the point of agony to find air. All that I am, and all that I may ever be was shouting at me to run away; but I couldn't move. I was utterly mesmerized; the two most alluring and sexual women in the world to me, my mother and grandmother, were in the midst of unspeakable taboo and wondrous lesbian incest with each other right before my eyes. I wasn't going anywhere! Grandma was moaning sensually and gasping for air as my mother rose up just slightly on her knees, slowly and oh so very tenderly, kissing and licking her way up Grandma's seething body. It was then I noticed that Mom was blindfolded; and she had a large submissive collar around her neck. My heart nearly exploded out of my chest as I then watched Mom take one of Grandma's plump and protruding nipples into her mouth. Grandma hissed as she sucked in a slight gasp while Mom passionately suckled on her. Grandma combed her fingers through Mom's hair as Mom made love to both her breasts and then guided her slowly up to her face where I watched my mother and grandmother's mouths sear together in one of the deepest and most carnal kisses of unbridled passion I'd ever seen. Their bodies literally melted together as Grandma engulfed my mother in an intimate embrace; locking her arms around her shoulders and her legs around her waist. They fell virtually silent to my hearing now; whispering softly to each other as Mom pelted Grandma's face with soft and adoring kisses. Grandma sensually stroked Mom's body atop her; grazing her palms and fingernails gently over her daughter's gorgeous creamy flesh. By now my body was completely numb; I had no sense of my surroundings or what my outer extremities were up to. I knew I was nibbling on my left index finger, but I could not honestly locate my right hand. Suddenly, Grandma sat up and gently guided Mom off on to the floor, positioning her on her knees with her back to me. Mom rested on her knees while that perfectly proportioned and symmetrical back of hers with the sexiest line of spine was absolutely straight up and down. Mom's ass was breathtaking in that position; so magnificently round and taut. Mom's head was lowered and her hands rested palms up on her thighs as Grandma gently stroked Mom's hair like a dog. "Such a good little girl." Grandma said. "Would you like your reward now?" "Yes, my Mistress." Mom replied. That's when I noticed that the collar Mom wore around her neck had a leather leash attached to it and Grandma held the other end in her right hand; and it was then that I became aware that my own right hand was down the front of my jeans and frantically stimulating my clit. This was the hottest and most intensely arousing spectacle I'd ever witnessed; not only were my mother and grandmother engaged in incestuous sexual passion, but my grandmother was now playing dominatrix to my submissive mother. "Come with me, my pet." Grandma said. "Yes, my Mistress." Mom replied as Grandma tugged on the leash slightly and proceeded to stroll seductively across the room to the chest of drawers against the far wall with Mom crawling on her hands and knees behind her. They were in shadow for a moment and then they returned to the center of the room in front of Mom's bed; Grandma pulling the leash with Mom crawling on all fours behind her. Grandma instructed Mom to return to her "neutral position", and Mom resumed her original place on her knees with her back once again to me. I couldn't take my eyes off Mom; the way the fluttering glow of the flames mystically illuminated her milky white skin and causing the shadows to dance over every perfect curve, nook, line and cranny of her statuesque body. I was so transfixed by my mother that I didn't even notice what Grandma was doing until she turned to look down at her submissive and I discovered that she had adorned herself with a strap-on cock and was sensually stroking the massive bulbous with her hand. The cock itself was flesh color; anatomically perfect from my vantage point, laced with veins, a thick head and was glistening with lubrication in the firelight. Grandma placed her hands on Mom's shoulders and bent her daughter over so that Mom's head rested on the soft carpet with her arms lying prostrate beside her. Mom's knees were still planted on the floor, only now her ass was pointed straight at the ceiling, giving me a perfect view of the most coveted prize in the universe to me; my mother's gorgeous pussy. Mom was intensely aroused; her fleshy folds were beet red, swollen and saturated with her nectar that glistened in the soft glow of the firelight. I nearly had to swallow my fist to keep from crying out in salacious bliss as an orgasm tore through my body. Grandma then turned suddenly, facing in my direction; my heart skipped a beat and I practically swallowed my Adams Apple for fear of being discovered. But Grandma was far too preoccupied as she straddled her daughter's body; standing directly over Mom's protruding ass and then bending over at her waist, Grandma spanked the perfectly spherical globes of my mother's gorgeous ass with both hands before spreading the firm, fleshy masses apart and plunging her face into her daughter's crack; lathering her sphincter with her tongue. The air soon filled with the orgasmic moans and hissing gasps of my beautiful mother as my grandmother lathered her sphincter and devoured her pussy. Then Grandma stood up straight, swung her legs and body around so that she was facing away from me. Again straddling my mother's ass, Grandma slowly lowered her body down, balancing herself with one hand on Mom's ass while she guided her massive cock toward her daughter's drooling vaginal opening with the other. I dared not even blink! I didn't want to miss an instant of this; the most exhilarating example of incestuous taboo my young eyes had ever witnessed. I leaned out as far as I dared and stared forth in utter astonishment and primal heat as my grandmother's enormous bulbous slid slowly through the glistening, swollen folds of my mother's immaculate womanhood and finally, disappeared completely into her body. Grandma placed her hands gently on the sides of Mom's torso and began to fuck her daughter; slowly and rhythmically forward as she steadily increased the power of her pelvic thrusts into my mother. It wasn't long before Mom was howling like a feral beast as my grandmother violated her faster and deeper with every skewer. Mom was soon up on all fours, her body rocking with the rhythm of Grandma's powerful thrusts of incestuous and violent penetration inside her. Grandma herself began to howl and groan as she wildly violated her daughter; even going so far as to seize a handful of Mom's hair and yank her head back, bowing my mother's back downward. Their combined howls, grunts, groans and moans of incestuous bliss were bouncing off the walls and reverberating off the ceiling; my own fingers were pumping furiously inside me. And then, as if in a horrible nightmare: My cell phone rang! Still in the pocket of my jeans that were now practically around my calves, my signature ring sounded with the singing voice of Taylor Swift; piercing the air like a nuclear fallout siren. I stumbled back, swung around and nearly tumbled to the floor as I tugged at my jeans, reached for my phone and tried to run all in one single movement. The orgasmic howls of my mother and groans of my grandmother instantly fell silent. I tripped and tumbled forward, smashing into the bedroom door that I had left ajar and it cracked like a gunshot as my body weight caused it to slam shut. Then I heard another terrifying sound: Watching Mom & Grandma Ch. 01 "Monica?" It was Mom. With tears spilling out of my eyes, my heart exploding and my stomach climbing into my throat, my hands smacked in desperation at the door handle, cracking at least two of my fingernails in the effort. I was finally able to yank open the door and tumble out into the hallway. I had to keep moving; I couldn't deal with being caught so red handed. Somehow managing to keep my footing, I yanked my jeans up around my waist and raced down the hallway, my feet thumping louder and faster than a stampede of cattle as I raced for the safety of my bedroom. "Monica!" I heard called again; only now, the voice was low and distorted, as if heard from underwater. My chest ached and throbbed as I practically vaulted like a gymnast into my bedroom, stubbing my big toe on the foot of the door as I kicked it shut. Rolling my body, I leapt up on my knees, secured the lock and then slid down the door, crumpling into an emotionally exhausted pile on the carpet. My heart was knocking so hard that I almost didn't hear the sudden and rapid knocking on my door. "Monica! Monica, is that you?" Mom demanded. "Go away!" I pleaded. "Monica, please open the door." Mom pleaded in reply. "Baby, I think we need to..." "I said go away! Leave me alone!" I screamed. "Just leave me alone!" "Honey, please..." Mom practically sobbed. "Go away!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. By now my mind was so overloaded that it just couldn't accept anymore. I had never felt more physically or emotionally drained; and within seconds, I slipped into a dark and dreamless sleep. *** A beam of bright sunlight slowly baking my eyelids ultimately stirred me awake on the following morning; Monday. Still lying in a ball on the floor in front of my bedroom door, I was more than a little disoriented to say the least as I roused. Fluttering my eyes and feeling a slight throb in my toe, I sat up slowly and rubbed my sticky eyes. What the hell am I doing on the floor? I wondered to myself. Rolling my tongue over and around inside my dry mouth, I stretched out my arms over my head and then slowly got to my feet. That's when I noticed that my jeans were undone; and all at once, everything came back to me. And I mean everything; in the minutest detail, and I nearly tumbled to the floor again as my legs went rubbery. I had caught my mother and my grandmother in the throes of salacious and incestuous lesbian passion with each other; and then they had caught me watching them. OH MY GOD!!! Still, my mind was too weak and too tired to even begin to process what I had witnessed. This just couldn't be happening! No, it didn't happen. It was a dream! It had to have been a dream. There was just no possible way that I saw what I saw last night. I stripped out of my clothes, dumped them in my hamper and then stood under a blistering hot shower for nearly half an hour. I dried off and slipped on a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt before heading downstairs. Believe it or not, I had totally convinced myself that everything I'd seen last night had all been a dream and I now found myself on the verge of chuckling over it. That is until I walked into the kitchen and found Mom sitting solemnly at the table with a cup of coffee in front of her. Dressed in a bulky old sweatshirt and faded jeans, my mother looked up at me; and the expression on her face, combined with the look in her eyes instantly confirmed that everything I'd seen the night before had been no dream at all! "Hi honey..." Mom whispered after an interminable moment of awkward silence and staring at each other. "Hi." I replied meekly. "We need to talk." Mom said as she gazed into her coffee mug. "Yeah, I suppose we do." I replied. "Are you hungry?" "No." "Would you like some coffee then?" "No." "Then would you at least sit down please?" It took a moment for my brain to transmit the message to my legs and feet, but I finally stepped over to the table and sat down across from my mother. "So, where is Grandma?" I asked; half expecting for Grandma to sneak up behind me and say "right here." "She had to fly back east this morning for an emergency meeting." Mom told me. "She'll be back tomorrow or the next day." "Emergency meeting? How convenient." I said sheepishly. "That's what she told me this morning before she left, Monica!" Mom practically snapped. "Your grandmother is a grown woman and can do whatever she wants." "Okay Mom!" I snapped back. There was another long and uncomfortable moment of silence as Mom and I stared at each other. I still couldn't get over this was really happening. Finally, I sighed deeply and ran my hands through my hair. "Look, why don't we just cut through the bullshit and confront the big pink elephant sitting in the living room head on, huh?" "Fine with me." Mom replied calmly. "I saw you and Grandma having sex last night!" I barked. "Yes, you did." Mom said coolly. Her response left me totally flabbergasted; I had to check to be sure my jaw wasn't lying on the floor. Though I had witnessed Mom and Grandma having sex; it still wasn't real to me. And now to hear my mother admit it so casually, without the slightest hesitation or the tiniest inkling of regret completely floored me. Mom sighed deeply and then took another sip of her coffee. "Monica, your grandmother and I have had an intimate, sexual relationship since I was eighteen years old." She stated matter-of-factly. "What?" I snapped; not knowing what else to say. This had been going on for twenty years? Now I was certain I was in the Twilight Zone. "Honey, I'm going to try and explain this to you in a way that I can only hope and pray that you'll understand." Mom began. "But before I do that, I first want to tell you that regardless of anything, nothing has changed in the way your grandmother and I love you." "Okay." "I also want to tell you how terribly sorry I am for having kept this from you." Mom said. "You're my daughter; you're also my best friend and the dearest thing in the world to me, baby. And we've always had a very strict policy about not keeping secrets from each other. And here I've been keeping this one from you all these years." "Well, you have to admit...It's a pretty big one." I said with a smile. "It all goes back to your grandfather, Monica. Your grandfather was a monster. He was a heartless, cruel, vicious and wicked man. He was extremely violent and very abusive toward me and your grandmother." Mom swallowed hard. "From my earliest recollection, my father did nothing but hate and terrorize your grandmother. He was so very jealous of her in every respect." "Did he drink?" I asked softly; wanting desperately to reach out and take Mom's hand. "No..." Mom said definitely. "He was just an evil man; and your grandmother and I lived in constant fear of him. He very often treated us like slaves. He'd beat us physically and emotionally; he'd also rape your grandmother." "Did he ever...." I trailed off, unable to put the words together. "He tried..." Mom said. "On several occasions; but your grandmother would never let him do that to me. She took to sleeping in my room; and in my bed from the time I was very young just to protect me from him." Now I did reach out and take Mom's hand and she smiled warmly as our fingers laced in a solid bond of affection. "Outwardly, we were the ideal family; but inwardly, your grandmother and I were prisoners. And this went on for many years! Even with your grandmother's success and her high profile public life, we could still do nothing about what went on in private. We couldn't find a way out; so your grandmother and I just held on desperately to each other until finally, by the grace of God, your grandfather was involved in an accident which left him a quadriplegic and with brain damage." "Oh my God..." I said. "And of course by then, after enduring that living hell since I was old enough to walk, your grandmother and I were extremely close." "I can imagine." "So, even after your grandfather was put into an assisted living home where he died a few years later, your grandmother and I remained inseparable; especially at night. Neither one of us could sleep without the other. Of course, it was all still extremely innocent; just a brave woman and her frightened child holding on to each other and now trying to recover. Being together so intimately was a way of life for us; perfectly natural, comfortable and normal." "Why have you never told me any of this?" I pleaded. "I don't know, love. I honestly don't know." Mom replied. "But I'm telling you now because I want so desperately for you to understand how I feel about your grandmother." "I know." "Your grandmother saved my life so many times; she is my hero! She's everything I've ever wanted to be as a woman. Yes, I still love her as a daughter loves a mother; just as she loves me like a mother loves her daughter. But we're also very much in love with each other! Our years of torment and trial bonded us in a way that nature probably never intended; so I suppose it was no accident they we fell in love. True, it's not natural to fall in love with one's parents or with one's child, but it does happen; and neither I nor your grandmother regrets our love for a moment." "Is she your soul mate?" I asked; my heart ramming and my belly spasming. "Yes!" Mom declared. I could feel my entire life growing dark and gloomy all around me as I listened to my mother's words. The woman I loved more than life itself; my mother, was already in love with somebody else; my grandmother. Mom spoke so softly, so gently; she seemingly got lost in her recollections of a most poignant and magical love story. It wasn't long before both of us had tears in our eyes; but they were hardly for the same reason. Mom's tears were clearly that of a woman hopelessly in love, while mine were those of a woman who was losing the love of her life. My dream was dying a slow and sorrowful death right there at our kitchen table. Mom then began to tell me about my own father; she told me that she had fallen madly in love with him and despite their deep love and passion for each other my grandmother would happily allow my mother to flourish as she so chose. What mother wouldn't? But then, just a couple of months before my birth, my father rose the specters of my mother's troubled past; he had been drinking heavily, and in a rage, he'd beaten her up. And that, as they say, was that! Mom returned home to Grandma, took refuge in their passion and never saw my father again; and learned just days before I was born that he had been killed in a drunken bar room brawl. Mom and I sat at the kitchen table for nearly three hours that day as she bore her heart and soul to me; she held nothing back. In one of the lighter moments of our discussion, I point blank asked her about the collar and blindfold I had seen her wearing the night before. Mom explained without the slightest shame that BDSM was one of the many sexual games that she and Grandma played in order to enjoy each other's bodies to the fullest. Even with so much violence in their past, they thoroughly enjoy bondage, domination and submission; it demonstrates to both of them their level of love and trust in each other. By the time our talk drew to its conclusion, I was more in love with my mother than ever; and subsequently, even more heartbroken. When I questioned the sudden absence of my grandmother a second time, Mom told me how badly my grandmother had felt for me; and after a long discussion, they determined that it would be best for Mom and I to find our way through the situation together; just the two of us. I assured Mom that when Grandma returned that she and I likewise, would find our way through it. Mom's face lit up in her gorgeous smile; the smile that always melts me to the very core and then she embraced me warmly. I always get lost in my mother's embrace; I feel so safe, loved and wanted. I returned her embrace desperately; not wanting to ever let her go. Closing my eyes as I breathed my mother in, I willed my heart and soul with all my might to transmit my true feelings into the heart and soul of my mother. Finally, Mom released me and stared into my eyes as she combed her fingers through my hair; her smile literally ripping me apart on the inside. Then she kissed me on the forehead. "I love you with all my heart, baby girl. And even though I love your grandmother; you are still the most important person on Earth to me." Mom said. "You too." I nearly whimpered. Mom patted her leg and then stood up; scooping up her empty coffee mug and then bent over, kissed me on the forehead again, tousled my hair and then turned to walk over toward the sink. "Mom! Wait!" I heard myself say; what the hell am I doing? "What is it, love?" She replied with a sweet smile. "Can you sit back down for a minute please? I have something I need to tell you." *** "Monica, I'm your mother! How can you suggest such a thing?" Mom had said. What the fuck? I sat for nearly an hour at the kitchen table after Mom had literally stormed out trying desperately to fain indifference; I even heard myself chuckle a time or two. My mother had just confessed to having spent the last twenty years of her life in an incestuous sexual relationship with her own mother. That being the case, would it be entirely out of the realm of possibility that her own daughter might become attracted to her? Logic would say no! But for Quinn Coulter to suddenly learn that her own daughter was deeply in love with her and wanted a sexual relationship with her was apparently something she wasn't prepared to hear at that moment; let alone wrap her mind around. Mom just sat there staring at me for the longest time; those dazzling emerald eyes studying me deeply, all the while filling slowly with confusion, revulsion and ultimately, anger. The thought occurred to me that perhaps Mom thought I was mocking her; making light of the most beautiful thing in her life. Then without another word; her body trembling with what I assumed was fury, Mom practically jumped up and hurried out of the kitchen. One thing was certain; our relationship had changed forever. Mom locked herself in her writing room and I didn't see her for the remainder of the day. As the week progressed through Tuesday and Wednesday, Mom remained locked in her writing room the vast majority of the time; and the few times we did pass each other, nothing was said. She was so cold, distant; she wouldn't even make eye contact with me. By now I was pretty sure that Grandma wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. That's when my mind really began to torture me with questions I had no answer for. Had Mom told Grandma about how I feel? Do they feel I'm trying to come between them? Threatening their relationship? Is Grandma angry at me? Will she ever speak to me again? Will Mom? I had never felt more alone in the world than I did those two and a half days before Thanksgiving. Finally, the night before Turkey day found me downstairs in the living room watching "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" on TV. I had always loved the Peanuts, but I could hardly focus on it for my mind was still torturing me; as was my heart. Just then, Mom suddenly emerged from her writing room and headed toward the kitchen. "I made some macaroni and cheese." I said softly; almost desperately. "There's plenty left if you're hungry." Ignoring me completely, Mom moved with purpose into the kitchen and emerged a few moments later with a plate of steamy hot macaroni and cheese in her hand, along with a glass of milk. Without so much as a glance in my direction, Mom moved across the living room and returned to her writing room; closing and locking the door behind her. I spent the next half an hour crying my eyes out there on the living room sofa. Not only had I lost the woman I loved; I had lost my mother too. I was completely heartbroken. Finally pulling myself together, I shut off the TV, turned off all the lights and stopped by the door to Mom's writing room. "Well, I'm going to bed." I called. I got no response. "You know, regardless of all else...I'm still your daughter; and you're still my mother. And no matter what, I will always love you." Once again, I got no response. Only now I was more angry than hurt; get the fuck over yourself, I thought. Some fucking Thanksgiving this was going to be. I went upstairs to my room and stripped out of my clothes, down to just my panties, which is what I normally sleep in and climbed into bed. I slipped the earplugs of my I-pod in, punched up some soothing tunes, flipped off the lights and stretched my body out on the mattress. Sleep wasn't coming anytime soon; that was for certain! So I snapped up my I-phone. I scanned my Facebook page, sent a few "tweets" and then ended up playing solitaire. I'm not exactly sure how much time went by; half an hour or maybe a little more. With the earplugs of my I-pod still in place, I didn't hear the knocking on my door, and it wasn't until my door opened suddenly and a shaft of light flooded into my dark room from the hallway that I realized that I was no longer alone. I looked up casually to find Mom standing in my open doorway. As the light was coming from behind her, all of her features were pitch dark. But I could tell that something was different; something was very different. Mom's hair was freshly brushed and draping beautifully, full and flowing down over the tops of her sexy shoulders. Sitting up slowly on my bed, I popped the earplugs out of my ears, set both my phone and my I-pod on the bedside table and flipped on the lamp. Mom had an almost mystical look about her; the likes of which I'd never seen before; donning her full length, royal blue silk night gown that clung to her hour glass figure so divinely it should be illegal. The shoulder straps were dental floss thin and it was cut exceptionally low and thus her gorgeous cleavage was on full display for me as she stood motionless in the doorway of my bedroom. Looking at her more closely, I noticed that she had given herself a full make up job; her lips glistened with fresh cherry gloss and I could smell the hypnotic perfume on her even from across the room. And then, there were her eyes; those sparkling and captivating emerald eyes! Mom's eyes were ablaze; her intense gaze was burning with an internal hunger as she strode across my bedroom and sat down on the edge of my bed; her stare burrowed into my very soul and leveled me completely. It was a stare of pure and unadulterated lust. Neither of us spoke; there was no need. I sat in complete shock as to what was happening; or what was about to happen. Just a hair's width from me sat my lovely mother, so beautifully perfect; so tempting in every way. Mom's passion filled eyes remained locked on me for what seemed an eternity, and then her lips filled with a tiny smile. I returned it. With that, I felt the trembling fingers of my angelic mother start to caress my cheek; then brushed tenderly across my trembling lips. "Oh, Monica..." Mom whispered emotionally. "Oh my baby; my beautiful, beautiful baby girl. God forgive me, but I am so in love with you too." I felt Mom's fingers gingerly sooth my jaw, easing her mouth to mine. Then, as if a gigantic supernova blew itself up all around us, I felt the warm delicate lips of my gorgeous mother brush across mine. A massive shockwave of passion and lust seized my every muscle as the intense surge of our very first kiss as wanton lovers crippled me to the very core. I was sharing a tranquil, timeless kiss of love and lust with my dazzling mother. Saliva oozed from the corner of my mouth as my mother's lips urgently pressed to mine; our mouths searing deeply together. With our hands curling through each other's hair, I could not believe I was kissing my beloved mother; the woman of my dreams, the one true goal of my entire life. With each careful sip of my tongue, as our lips slothfully wove together, I began to comprehend that there was no turning back ever. And I'd never want to. Watching Mom & Grandma Ch. 01 My head leaned back as Mom held my lower lip in her hungry mouth; suckling it as if it were her life force. We stared into each other's misty eyes for the first time since our kiss began. I swear I could feel my heart simply stop as I lost all consciousness gazing into her mystical emerald eyes. If at any moment my destiny was clear, it was now. I saw my entire life in those eyes; I saw where I belonged. With the surging of overwhelming incestuous love and passion between a second generation of Coulter mother and daughter, my carnal hunger sprang forth with unbridled vigor. My kiss was more aggressive, and I felt that from Mom as well. Our hands became more daring now; sighs grew as the slurps of our kisses echoed in my ears. Mom leaned into my body as I felt her silk covered breasts meshing against my naked ones. It was incredible! By far the most immaculate touch I'd ever experienced. "I love you." I whispered into my mother's warm and silky mouth. "I love you too. I always have, Monica." Mom confessed. My fingers curled between the soft, auburn locks of Mom's silky hair, pulling her lips to mine once more, solidifying our eternal bond. I knew this was forever. Taking me by the hand, Mom guided me off my bed and we slowly made our way to her bedroom where she let go of my embrace to light the candles that were still in place from the previous Sunday night. Then, as I sat on her bed and slipped out of my panties, I watched my beautiful mother slip seductively out of her night gown, letting it fall gracefully to the floor and revealing her flawless nudity to me for the first time as my lover. I took in the inspiring full view of my mother's provocative, hour glass figure. The light cast from each candle lit her supple flesh in such an erotic style. Her creamy-white, statuesque and curvaceous outline amazed me; those long and sexy legs, glossy and so masterfully sculpted. The way each wondrous leg curled upward, growing thicker to form those delicious thighs, flaring out to form the taut and spherical globes of her scrumptious bottom. "Tonight changes everything, my darling." Mom said. "You know that, right?" I barely nodded yes, smitten with the vista of her glowing body. It then hit me what to say. "Only for the better; the way it was meant to be." With that, she looked as if she was about to cry, practically leaping into my arms in a crushing kiss. The flames of our forbidden desires arose; engulfing us as we hungrily chewed and lathered each other's faces and necks with our mouths. Mom clutched my head, running her fiery tongue from my lips, across my nose, basting my forehead in her sweltering saliva. I growled in delight, sealing my mouth to her neck. Our kisses grew faster, as did the beat of my heart. Between the resonant kisses we shared, I instinctively began to murmur intangible moans of love and joy for my precious and sacred mother. Holding her, I felt her go limp as I plunged further into the abyss of forbidden ecstasy. We were both completely naked as I gently pushed my mother down onto the soft, comfortable mattress of her bed. With her gorgeous auburn hair cast across the pillow, I inched closer to her, straddling her lush, hour glass body. I paid special attention to the low candlelight radiating off of her beautiful flesh; highlighting the plump, full breasts and the plump, throbbing nipples. My fingers delicately relaxed on her flat and firm tummy, relishing the feel of the renowned Quinn Coulter; my beautiful mother. "I've wanted you for so long, Mom." I suddenly declared in a fleeting sigh. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me." "Oh God..." Mom answered as I lowered myself down atop her; enmeshing our aching breasts and seething bodies together as our mouths seared together once more. I held her lips to mine as I did everything I could to swallow her tongue. My lips and tongue began sampling her bare, supple neck. Softly grating my body against my gorgeous mother, I could only sigh in delight as I felt each stroke and each suckle of her succulent skin electrify my flesh. Looking up, I noticed a trail of my saliva as my mouth found its way to Mom's right breast and then the aroused, fully erect nipple disappeared into my gluttonous mouth. "Oh my baby..." Mom exhaled in agonizing ecstasy as she cradled my head against her chest. So unbelievable! My mind was flooded with images, thoughts, and countless dreams as I suckled upon my mother. "This is where I fed from?" I hissed as I squeezed the creamy flesh of her beautiful globe. "Oh yes..." Mom murmured; her eyes fluttering in total elation. With that, I lowered my mouth to practically swallow my mother's breast. Mom's back bowed up and her chest heaved in glorious rapture, obviously rekindling the sweet memory of eighteen years before when I had suckled this very breast. Only now, mother was providing her child with a much more meaningful form of life; the very gift of true love. The flames of lust spiraled out of control, seizing me as I voraciously lathered the underside of my mother's gorgeous breast. Mom's arms stretched up, luxuriating in the affection of her devoted daughter. Suckling my mother's breast and nipple came naturally to me as age old instincts took hold, hoping that in some way, a drop of milk would fall into my famished mouth. And below that, there was another sacred voyage taking place as my hands had found their way to Mom's juicy thighs. On incestuous impulse, I began massaging the rich fullness of those smooth thighs before gently pushing her long, lavish legs slowly apart; I was met with no resistance. I continued my incestuous feast upon the delectable, succulent flesh of my mother's body; flattening my tongue upon her stomach, glazing it with a moist path of hot saliva. Taking my time, I lathered every inch of tummy flesh with lick after luxurious lick. I could feel Mom's body quivering; her arms and hands flailed about my head and shoulders as soft and tender moans of unbridled and illicit pleasure filtered out of her mouth. "Oh baby...Oh my baby...Oh Monica..." Mom murmured. "You've come home." Kissing ever so slowly and sensually down to her lower abdomen; savoring her every pour, I let my gaze rise up my mother's beautiful body and watched as her head rolled gently from side to side. She was experiencing pleasure unlike any she had ever known; pleasure that can only come from when a child returns to pay homage to the very reason for her existence. Though she had spent many years giving this exquisite gift to her own mother; now, for the first time, Quinn Coulter was receiving it from her own offspring. As Mom's long fingers combed through my hair, she shuddered in overwhelming elation as I continued my incestuous feast down her flat, smooth abdomen. Sliding my body off Mom's and down onto the soft mattress between her legs, I let the back of my fingers caress the flesh of Mom's creamy inner thigh with the elegance that only a true lover can know. I felt as if I was tending to her body as if it were a sacred sanctuary; which it most definitely is. Mom's skin was unblemished in every way imaginable. The candlelight softly bounced from her legs and thighs, making my love for her swell even more. I reached the crest of Mom's pubic hair, timidly brushing my nose through the soft turf of fur. Instantly, the intimate scent of my beautiful mother was flooding into my nostrils; the aroma of sacred womanhood and it was intoxicating me. I pushed Mom's trembling legs further apart; my mouth now just inches from her dripping sexual core. "And this is where I came from..." I murmured in complete euphoric bliss. A long moan of exultation erupted from deep within my mother as I traced the outline of her vulva with my tongue, treasuring the scent of my origins. I simply couldn't believe what was happening. "So beautiful, Mommy..." I murmured, letting Mom's puffy, fleshy folds brush over my lips and nose. "More beautiful than I ever dreamed it would be." Mom looked down at me; her eyes spinning with overwhelming ecstasy as my lips parted and I sealed my mouth to my mother's beautiful pussy. Mom's entire body locked up, nearly going into seizures as the warmth of her daughter's mouth ravenously began to feast upon her sexual core. Never taking my eyes off my mother for a second, I felt a million volts of both lesbian and incestuous bliss jolt out of my mouth and into the immaculate body of my sacred mother. Mom's back bowed out as her body bucked against the immense pleasure her daughter was suddenly filling her with. My tongue began its eager yet loving voyage inside my mother's opening, swirling through the outer folds of her labia and grazing softly over her pulsing slit. "Mmmm, oh Mommy..." I growled between greedy slurps and sucks. "You taste so good." With that, I plowed deeper into my mother; my lips now tediously dividing piercing her swollen inner labia as my tongue swirled around deep inside her. Mom clutched the pillow beneath her head in absolute desperation with one hand while she dug her fingers into my hair with the other. Mom's back arched up from the mattress; her hands now seized handfuls of the sheets as her now gorging clit was found by my insatiable mouth; tucked between her now completely devoured fleshy folds. I delighted in finding it by moaning a guttural cry of joy, suckling the solid little nub between my lips, gingerly nibbling it with such delicate finesse. All Mom could do was thrash wildly about on the bed, ceaselessly bellowing out incoherent gasps and cries of incestuous ecstasy. Suddenly, Mom seized my hand; our fingers laced and she was squeezing it for dear life as an orgasm of leviathan vigor ravaged her beautiful body. Mom's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, her body spasmed as she bowed upward in a virtual horseshoe as the brute force of orgasm tore her to pieces; and my mouth flooded with the liquid sexual elixir of my treasured mother. A gushing oasis of the sweetest and most nourishing nectar I had ever sipped. There was so much of it; and I took my very sweet and slow time licking my Mommy's pussy clean. Finally, Mom took me by the chin and led me up to her face; shaking my head in complete astonishment, I sealed my mouth to hers as she took me in her arms; locking them around my shoulders as her legs went around my waist. As our sweaty bodies melted together, I fanned out my fingers as I cradled Mom's tongue in my mouth. I eased back, letting her tongue languidly slither out of my mouth as our eyes locked together once more. "Oh my darling...I love you so very much." Mom whispered. "And I you..." I whispered back. With a gentle nudge, I motioned for Mom to roll onto her stomach. Carefully combing Mom's beautiful, and now, damp hair to the side, I wetted my lips and sealed them to the back of her neck as I straddled her protruding backside. Slipping my mouth to her ear, I began vocalizing the years of hunger and lust for my beloved mother. With no hesitancy, I thronged my pussy to her sloping ass while glazing her neck and ear with my lips. Kissing my way down her arched back, I savored as much flesh as possible. Closing my eyes, I heard Mom gasp, hoping that she was teetering in anticipation as to what I would actually do. My hope was realized when I saw Mom look over her shoulder at me. With a shrewd look of wanton hunger burning in her eyes, I took in the glorious vista of my lifelong desire; the way the warm candlelight accented my mother's perfectly rounded ass cheeks made my mouth dribble with hypnotizing lust. I gazed at the darkened crevice between the knolls of her ass, envisioning the fortunate thong material nuzzled between them. Unblemished by time or age, I just had to admire the full sweet globes of my mother's tawny ass. The years of craving, the countless thoughts of lustful kisses; and now this wish was being granted. The rush of excitement thrilled me as I lowered my lips to her right ass cheek. Lazily dragging my tongue flat across the rounded surface, I memorized the texture and taste as I coated the creamy white flesh. I was in no rush whatsoever; I wanted to take my precious time in basking in the nearness of this delicious ass. It was Heaven. Mom's hands clinched the corners of her pillow as she felt my warm breath fall over her elevated backside. Her right cheek glistened with saliva while my eyes opened briefly to see the candlelight dancing across the moistened flesh. Profoundly inspired, my fingers carefully clutched each thick knoll of motherly ass, and with tender finesse; my triumphant fingers spread the cheeks, just as I had watched Grandma do. I sighed in gratefulness as I closed my eyes, immersing my face between the lovely spherical mounds of my mother's ass. I had never been so daring before, but I had to try for I knew that a priceless treasure lay tucked between those cream hued ass cheeks. The fragrance of her backside filled my nostrils as I extended my tongue, devouring the inner cheeks. Crooking my jaw wide, I inhaled as much motherly flesh as possible into my famished mouth. My God, this was really happening. All the years of staring and wondering; finally, at long last, I felt as if the Gods of Forbidden Desire had blessed me with this wonderful destiny. My ignored, lifelong desire had been unleashed, and no one was better to understand my thankfulness more than the woman who had created it. As my tongue painstakingly savored the flesh of my mother's bottom, my fingertips gently skimmed the surface of each supple globe before sinking my fingernails deep into the shapely flesh. My tongue now centered its deft, circular movements on her exposed rosebud. Slipping my tongue inside my mouth for extra saliva, I eased it back out, pressing against my mother's tepid cavity. Suddenly looking back around to see her daughter's young face burrowed between the trembling globes of her ass, Mom smiled seductively as she reached back, clasping her hand with mine. Mom's eyes fluttered closed in sheer ecstasy as she felt the penetration of my tongue into her most forbidden orifice. Mom's body inched forward as I could feel her muscles relax, allowing my tongue past her sphincter ring. Her head bowed back, gasping in the still air that surrounded her. As my tongue tucked deeper inside, I pulled back her cheeks for a gentler, more probing thrust of my tongue. Suddenly, warmth I had never felt enveloped my tongue. The tart flavor didn't make me falter for one instant; for I knew that something so beautiful and priceless could only hold a feast beyond my most taboo expectations. Mom's backside began to quake as I tightened my grip on her sexy hips. Opening my eyes, I looked up to see countless ripples washing across my mother's quivering backside. With two gentle pats upon both globes, I began stroking the inner walls of her bowels with my tongue; swirling further inside. I felt her sphincter tighten around my tongue, and with a final surge, I stabbed deeper into my mother's delectable bowels before bringing my tongue out, lapping at the sweaty ass crack that lie spread apart just for me. The night continued into the wee hours of Thanksgiving morning as Mom returned the glorious delight to me by devouring both my ass and pussy with the same wondrous finesse and vigor of passion I had demonstrated. A fervent sixty-nine ensued as I abruptly found out how much I enjoyed feeling my mother's pert breasts resting on my lower stomach as those fleshy ass cheeks quaked above my face. Later, consumed by fatigue, we meshed our sexually sated naked bodies together in an intimate embrace of eternal love and fell into a peaceful romantic slumber. TO BE CONCLUDED... Watching Mom & Grandma Ch. 02 I awoke with my mother's most sacred and intimate flavor still lingering in my mouth while the scent of her totally engulfed me. Stirring my slumbering naked body across the soft sheets of her bed in the early morning light, I inhaled deeply of my treasured matriarch's heavenly aroma. As my eyes slowly opened, my heart clutched as I discovered her lying beside me; her smile radiating her gorgeous face with heavenly light and her emerald eyes staring into my very soul. "Good morning, my love." Mom whispered tenderly. "Not quite yet." I said as I rolled my body atop her and crushed my mouth to hers. Pinning my beloved mother beneath me, Mom hungrily engulfed me in an intimate embrace; our tongues wrestled and danced passionately around each other in the bliss of the day's first kiss. Mom's hands and fingers gleefully stroked the curves and flesh of my curvaceous body as my tongue explored the deepest recesses of her fiery mouth. Finally, we came up for air; Mom's eyes fluttered as her body absorbed the overwhelming passion that her daughter conveyed to her through her timeless kiss. She exhaled deeply as we stared tenderly at each other and I stroked her hair. "Oh my goodness..." Mom gasped. "Now it's a good morning." I replied. "Are you hungry, love?" Mom stammered; still absorbing the loving zeal of her devoted daughter. "I think that's the general point I was trying to convey." I said with a seductive wink. "Baby, we have to eat." Mom told me. "I plan to." I replied as I let my right hand slip between our bodies and pushed two of my fingers deep inside her. "Monica!" She chirped in utter surprise of the unexpected intrusion. "That's my name. And you should know; you were crying it out in ecstasy all night long." I replied. "I swear..." She sighed. "You're as bad as your grandmother!" "Like Grandmother, like Granddaughter; we do so love you dear mother!" I chimed with a smile. "And I love you too." Mom said as she kissed me softly on the lips. "And speaking of your grandmother; I just spoke to her just before you woke up. She'll be here this afternoon." "Cool." I replied. "You know we're gonna have a lot to talk about when she gets here." Mom said as she caressed my cheek. "Mom, like I told you the other day; Grandma and I will be fine. We'll talk through it just the way you and I did." I assured her. "But darling; there's now an entirely new dynamic to the whole situation. And we both have the hickeys to prove it." Mom reminded me with a grin. "Oh!" I said. "I hadn't even thought about that." "Neither had I." Mom confessed. Now that Mom and I had consummated our forbidden lust for each other and shared a passionate night in the bed of lesbian incest, I had completely forgotten the fact that Mom shared that very same bed with her own mother. "What do you think she'll say?" "I honestly don't know." "Well..." I began. "What do you say?" Mom gazed up at me thoughtfully; seeming to study me as carefully as she could in an attempt to determine what I was really asking. I only prayed that my eyes were conveying what I wanted her to hear. And thankfully, they did. As her face lit up in her radiant smile, Mom rolled us over on the bed and pinned me gently beneath her. Stroking my hair, those emerald eyes burrowed deep into my soul as she kissed me softly on the lips. "I say that you, Monica Elaine Coulter; you are the love of my life! You are the inspiration behind every beat of my heart and the life sustaining force to every fiber of my mortal being. You are the air that I breathe and the living nourishment of my eternal spirit. You are my first, my last and my all. And where your grandmother is my soul mate; you my darling; you are my very soul." My body quaked to the core; my heart raced at the speed of light, I completely forgot how to breathe and tears were gushing out of my eyes to the point of blinding me as my mother essentially spoke our wedding vows and proclaimed me as her eternal lover. We cratered into each other's arms and sobbed endlessly for nearly an hour; our tears washing away life as we had known it and ushering in an entirely new existence for us both. Mom tenderly gathered me up in her arms and carried me into the shower where we tended to each other's bodies so affectionately; washing each other and worshipping each other. Then, we fell back into bed and were soon making deep and passionate love again; sharing an intimate coupling of our very souls! It was the most precious and sacred moment in either of our lives. Afterward, we fell back into the arms of a romantic slumber and slept the remainder of the morning away; the most peaceful and regenerative sleep I've ever experienced. *** I awoke for the second time that Thanksgiving at just a little after one o'clock in the afternoon; only this time, I was alone in my mother's bed. Glancing to the pillow where the gorgeous head of my mother had rested, I found one of my own dresses laying upon it, along with a bra and panties; and a post it note written in Mom's beautiful handwriting. I love this dress on you, my darling. Please wear it for me today. The bra and panties are optional; and preferably, declined. Without hesitation, I donned the dress of my lover's desire, leaving the bra and panties on the pillow. In route downstairs, my nostrils were flooded with the heavenly aromas of a traditional Thanksgiving Day feast being prepared in the kitchen. Actually, it was prepared by a professional catering service and delivered to the house via courier; who I have no doubt got one of the biggest tips of his career from my generous mother. Following the mouthwatering fragrances of our feast to their source, I soon found the most mouthwatering morsel of them all. Mom looked absolutely stunning; wearing one of her lovely, strapless sundresses that hugged her body so sexily. Mom's face was literally glowing with unspeakable happiness and contentment; her hair was done up in a sexy French braid and there were a pair of sandals on her feet. After having passed through the dining room; the table set with our family's finest china and silverware, I wandered into the kitchen just as Mom was popping the cork on a bottle of very expensive Cabernet Sauvignon. "Well...Good morning again, my beautiful lover." Mom said and my heart clutched. It was the first time Mom had called me her lover. "Care for a glass?" "Love one." I said as I came over and kissed her on the lips. "Sleep well?" "Wondrously." "Good." Mom said as she pulled down three glasses off the glass rack. "Happy Thanksgiving, sweet girl!" Grandma's voice echoed through the kitchen. My head whipped around and my eyes fell upon my grandmother as she beamed her gorgeous smile at me; dressed in a long sleeve, white silk blouse that alluringly clung to her lean, slender body; marvelously accentuating her bountiful, glamorously round breasts and her flat stomach. A sexy black belt with a stylish bronze buckle was around her slim waist and she donned a pair of dark gray slacks that erotically emphasized her savory hips and her tone, shapely legs. "Grandma got here earlier than expected." Mom said with a soft smile as she poured three glasses of wine. "I can see that..." I said with a smile as I met Grandma halfway and we embraced warmly. I've always been impressed with my grandmother's youthful physique; even more so now than ever as I reveled in the feel of her firm and bountiful breasts squashed up against mine as we held each other. Yes, my grandmother has had some cosmetic and body enhancement surgery. My nostrils were flooded with her perfume and I felt her hands stroking my back; borderline caressing me. Instantly my body began to fill with a deep, lustful heat as my grandmother snuggled me so intimately. Finally she released me, cupped my face in her hands and stared deep into my eyes as she smiled at me; then she kissed me softly on the lips. Something she hadn't done in years. "Are you okay, honey?" Grandma asked. "Yeah, I'm good." I replied. "Mom and I did a lot of talking while you were gone." "Wonderful." Grandma beamed. "How was your trip? Get everything straightened out?" I asked. "Oh yes...In truth it was nothing that my assistant couldn't have handled herself. I mainly wanted to give you and your Mom some time alone to talk things out." Grandma told me. "Actually..." I muttered nervously. "Mom and I have some things we need to talk over with you." "You do?" Grandma inquired. "Tell you what Mom..." My mother said surprisingly calm and confidently. "Why don't you take this tray of snacks into the living room and make yourself comfortable; Monica and I will bring the glasses of wine." Grandma's eyes darted back and forth between me and Mom for a few seconds and then she shrugged. "Okay. Is everything all right?" "Everything's just fine, Mom. You go ahead. We'll be right in." Mom told her. With that, Grandma returned my smile and tapped me on the nose; she took the tray of snacks off the center island and carried it into the living room. I went over to Mom and picked up two of the three wine glasses. "Are you ready?" I asked apprehensively. "Relax, my love. Just leave it to me." She told me. Mom led the way out of the kitchen and into the living room where Grandma was waiting; seated on the sofa, munching on a stick of celery and of all things, watching the Detroit Lions get their asses kicked by the New England Patriots on the TV. Mom handed her mother a glass of wine and then sat down beside her on the sofa while I took one of the chairs across the coffee table from them. Grandma held up her glass and offered a toast. "Happy Thanksgiving, my dears." She said with a beaming smile. Reaching my wine glass over the coffee table, the three of us touched glasses and then each took a sip. Returning to my seat, I watched as Mom and Grandma toasted a second time; smiling almost passionately at each other and both murmuring a Happy Thanksgiving. Then they kissed softly on the lips. Then they kissed again; their mouths now searing together in a wanton kiss of lover's. My heart raced and my pussy immediately went soggy with primal, aching lust as I watched my mother and grandmother devour each other's mouths. Amazingly, neither one of them spilled a single drop of their wine; I was guzzling mine. Their kiss at last broke and they gazed lovingly at each other; Grandma gently caressed Mom's cheek. They both then looked at me. "Is this okay?" Grandma whispered. "Of course." I blurted. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that you're both so beautiful." They both smiled at me and then Mom seemed to be surveying the snack tray. "Oh, would you look at that. I forgot the shrimp plate." Mom said casually. "Monica honey, could you go get the shrimp plate out of the fridge and bring it out for us?" "Sure." I said; snapping up my now empty wine glass and headed for the kitchen. "And could you check on the turkey for me too?" Mom called after me. Once back in the kitchen, I set down my wine glass on the center island, moved to the fridge and threw open the freezer door and flung myself in front of it; letting the frigid air engulf my sizzling body. Watching my mother and grandmother kiss had set me ablaze with primal lust; it was just so sinfully sexy and salaciously sensual. My heart was rattling, my chest was heaving and my pussy was steaming; and as I wasn't wearing any panties, I could feel my own arousal leaking down my inner thigh. I stood in front of the open freezer for a minute or two; allowing myself time to reorient. I checked on the turkey in the oven before opening the refrigerator and taking out the shrimp plate. I removed the saran wrap, tossed it in the waste basket and then headed back into the living room; and what I walked in on nearly caused me to drop the shrimp plate. Mom and Grandma were now both completely naked on the sofa; their discarded clothing was strewn all about the floor. Mom was curled up in Grandma's lap and they were tenderly kissing each other; flicking their tongues around each other's mouth and suckling each other's lips in turn. Grandma was affectionately caressing Mom's body while Mom was cupping and sensually massaging one of Grandma's gorgeous breasts. I stood motionless; utterly mesmerized by the sheer eroticism of this wondrous display of consensual incest. Their mouths now seemingly melted into one; Mom's arms wrapped snuggly around Grandma's shoulders as the passion of their kiss exploded with tender devotion and sacred love. It wasn't until I set the plate of shrimp on the table that they noticed me and their kiss broke slowly; they both looked at me with pure and unadulterated lust. "Here's the shrimp." I mumbled. "Thank you, my love." Mom hissed as Grandma's hands stroked her body. "She's so beautiful, Quinn." Grandma whispered seductively in Mom's ear as she began to suckle on her earlobe. "Just like her mother." "More beautiful than you can even imagine." Mom replied as her head tilted back to allow my grandmother's hungry mouth all the access it wanted now on her neck. "Will you share her with me, my love?" Grandma asked Mom; her mouth now lathering my mother's long and sexy neck. "Only if she will share me with you..." Mom moaned sensually; her eyes locked directly on me. "Will you share me with your grandmother my darling?" "Oh yes..." I heard myself murmur; my body melting in carnal lust, my mind drowning in incestuous desire. "Oh yes, Mommy..." Mom murmured in intoxicated ecstasy. "Wonderful..." Grandma hissed as she sensually stroked Mom's seething naked body. "Then come here, daughter of my daughter. Let your grandmother see just how beautiful you really are." Instantly, my dress was on the floor and I felt my grandmother's hypnotic eyes caressing my naked body with raw, incestuous passion and forbidden lust. Mom's eyes lifted to me and I could feel the eternal bond between us solidify itself as I brushed my fingertips over her cheek; her head rolling into my tender touch. "Kiss your mother, Monica." Grandma whispered. "I want to watch you kiss your beautiful mother." Grandma spread her legs and Mom repositioned herself slightly on her mother's right leg to make room for me as I slid over my grandmother's left leg; straddling it between my own. I cradled my mother's head in my hands and our mouth's melded deeply together; saliva swirling saliva, tongue entwining tongue, soul tasting soul. I felt Grandma's hand stroking my body; her palm and fingers grazing sensually over my flesh, savoring my youth. Removing one of my hands from Mom's head, I fondled almost clumsily around until I cupped one of my grandmother's naked breasts while my mother's hand cupped one of mine. "Oh my darlings..." Grandma moaned seductively. "Oh, my beautiful girls; gorgeous spawns of my womb. I love you both so much. Oh yes, Monica, deeper; kiss your mother deeper. Let her feel your love for her through your kiss." Grinding my pussy subtly over the flesh of my grandmother's leg as I passionately kissed my mother; I felt my grandmother's hands now flowing over my body, caressing and fondling her precious granddaughter. Slowly then, Mom and I slipped out of our kiss and shared a deep, timeless and devotion filled gaze. "Mmmm...I love you so much baby." Mom whispered; barely making herself heard. "I love you too." I whispered back. With my grandmother gazing hungrily up at both of us; her hands and fingers carnally massaging both of our body's, Mom combed her fingers through my hair and then slowly guided my head round and down to my grandmother's mouth. Grandma's eyes burned with raw sexual frenzy as I tenderly brushed my fingertips over her luscious lips. Grandma arched her back slightly; bowing her body upward with the breathless anticipation of sharing her first wanton lover's kiss with her beloved granddaughter. As Mom softly stroked my hair, my lips at last brushed over the lips of my grandmother; a new and tantalizing flavor of incestuous elixir seized my mortal being as my grandmother's mouth voraciously captured mine. I heard my mother hiss and moan in euphoric bliss as she watched the woman that had bore her and the woman she had bore share a carnal kiss of deep and forbidden passion. Our mouths sealed impenetrably together; Grandma's tongue thrashed about wildly in my oral cavity as she pulled me down against her, enmeshing our flesh and our body's as one. My mind spun; I was dizzy with overpowering lust; drowning in the sheer euphoria of the most intensely erotic moment of my life. I was in the throes of a sexual threesome with my mother and grandmother; the two women I had so gluttonously coveted in the forbidden fantasies of wondrous sin and taboo incest virtually my entire life. My grandmother's tongue was splurging into the deepest recesses of my mouth; savoring the passionate promise and youthful flavor of her daughter's daughter. The air of her lungs was filtering into my body, carrying upon its wings the gift of her very life force and undying devotion. I kissed my grandmother with sultry salaciousness and devoted fervor; caressing her with eager tenderness and vehement attentiveness, I lathered every mortal fiber of my grandmother's being with my eternal gratitude. For it was from this lush body that my mother was spawned. At last releasing our passionate kiss, I devotedly glazed my tongue slowly and sensually over and down my grandmother's divine flesh toward her bountiful chest; the magnificent mounds of pure motherly sanctity. Still feeling the gentle caress of my mother's hand on my skin, I found Mom had shifted off her mother's lap and she was suckling on my grandmother's right nipple. Leaving a glistening trail of spicy saliva on Grandma's delectable flesh, my mouth found its way to her plump and throbbing left nipple. Mom's eyes opened as she suckled upon her mother and they cast such a wanton look of lustful desire at me that I nearly fainted with an overpowering seizure of incestuous euphoria. Opening my mouth, I swirled the tip of my tongue teasingly around the areola of my grandmother's left breast; reveling in its coarse texture and lively response to my oral stimulation. Grandma arched her body forward slightly and I sucked her throbbing nipple into my mouth as I felt her hand bury itself in my hair; watching her other hand comb slowly through the silky auburn locks of my mother's hair. "Oh my loves...Oh my darling girls...." Grandma moaned in ecstasy as she now had the hungry mouths of her daughter and granddaughter suckling upon her breasts. My eyes shut as I deeply savored the delectable flavor of my grandmother's plump, succulent nipple and reveled in the supple softness and wondrous bounty of her sumptuous breast. Reaching over and tenderly caressing the bare flesh of my mother beside me, my body tingled to the very core as the realization that I was now suckling on the very nipple from which my mother had fed as an infant flooded my mind. The stimulation of this idea fueled my burning passion a hundred fold; making the suckling of my grandmother's breast even more fulfilling and exhilarating than suckling on the breasts of my own mother. Almost as if on a mystical cue, my mother and I ceased our incestuous suckling and let our tongues drag lazily up the chest of our gorgeous family matriarch, finally arriving at her mouth to consummate our family sin with a trident kiss of incestuous love and generational taboo. Grandma wrapped a loving, powerful arm around each of us and the three of us snuggled intimately together in the warmth of our forbidden love and the lustful heat of our seething, sexually charged bodies. "We are definitely going to need more room, my loves." Grandma said. "Quinn my darling; why don't you take Monica up to your bathroom and prepare the Jacuzzi for us while I check to make sure our dinner won't incinerate." Watching Mom & Grandma Ch. 02 Mom and Grandma kissed each other softly on the lips. "What a wonderful idea." Mom told her. "Go with your mother, my precious." Grandma told me as she kissed me softly. "I will be with you shortly." "I can't wait." I told her and kissed her back. As Grandma went into the kitchen to adjust all the temperatures of our cooking feast as not to destroy it, Mom took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom suite's lavish bathroom; which was the size of a standard master bedroom with gorgeous marble flooring, multi head shower chamber with smooth walls of granite and a sizeable bathtub/Jacuzzi that comfortably accommodated five. Mom turned on the bathtub faucet, adjusted the temperature and the tub quickly began to fill with steamy hot water. Taking me by the hand, Mom and I stepped into the tub; the water already having filled to ankle level. I greedily pulled Mom into my arms and literally suffocated her mouth with a rapacious kiss of mortal passion. Returning my kiss with equal fervor, Mom and I were soon showering each other with countless kisses of our eternal affection and devotion. I buried my face in Mom's immaculate cleavage, clutching her taut ass in my sensual hands as Mom zestfully cradled my head, wrapping her arms about me, holding me as her most priceless treasure; which I was. "Oh my baby girl... Oh sweetheart. I love you so very much." Mom gasped. I lazily ran my tongue up and down every inch of Mom's breasts; tenderly suckling my erect and throbbing nipples in and out of my mouth. "And I love you too." I whispered. "And I love you both." Grandma faithfully replied as she lovingly gazed at us from the door; her lush naked body almost shimmering with inner radiance. With that, Grandma strolled over, stepped down into the tub and laid a deep kiss on my lips. Returning my grandmother's fondness, I swallowed every ounce of her desire; then she turned and did the same to my mother. Watching my mother and grandmother kiss so wantonly again, I took the opportunity to step back and truly marvel at my grandmother's body and flesh; so full and replete with immeasurable and wondrous curves. My grandmother was truly magnificent in every sense of the word; but she still didn't quite compare to my mother, who was absolutely divine! Mom and Grandma made love to each other's mouths and then both turned to gaze lustfully at me. "Just look at her, baby." Grandma cooed in Mom's ear as they both looked wantonly at me. "Spawned of your womb; now forever yours. She is your flesh, your blood...And your soul, my darling." "Oh mother..." Mom whimpered in crushing awe. "Monica, my love... I want you to tell your mother what you're going to do to her." Grandma instructed. "I want you to make love to her with your words. Pretend she is blind, and you have to describe it for her." Grandma stepped behind my mother and her hands began to gingerly trace the underside of Mom's breasts; my grandmother's fingers looked so elegant just fluttering below the spherical beauty of my mother's gorgeous knolls of womanhood. "I would worship her like a Goddess." I began. "I'd taste and savor her body as if it were the most sacred feast on Earth. I'd feed from her motherly breast so deeply and tenderly, hoping that a drop of milk would fall and quench my thirst." Mom's body was quaking in Grandma's embrace; her eyes closed as her head fell back in inebriating awe on to her mother's shoulder. I could tell she loved being seduced by my descriptive prose. "Oh my baby..." Mom cried out as her eyes opened; tear-filled, shimmering pools of emerald green and she literally fell into me; suffocating my mouth in an incestuous kiss and smothering my body in a passionate embrace. We devoured each other's mouths for what seemed like hours and Mom gradually nibbled her way around to my ear. "I wanna watch you pleasure your grandmother, baby." Mom hissed. With that, Mom kissed me once more on the lips and melted me with her gorgeous smile. Turning my lustful stare toward my sexy grandmother, who was willfully ready to let me fulfill my mother's request, I dipped my grandmother's magnificent body into the water, sliding down behind her as my breasts slithered across her smooth thighs. I took in the full vista of the promising breadth of my grandmother's savory hips, thick thighs, and unmistakably spherical ass. The water intensified the contact of our flesh as I moaned in aching urgency, finally grasping the perfect globes I had wanted for so long to sink my teeth into. Mom knelt beside the Jacuzzi, scooping handfuls of water to bathe Grandma's globes, making the creamy white skin of her mother glossy; thus making me even hungrier. Instantly, I embedded my face between the picturesque globes of my stunning grandmother's immaculate ass; groaning aloud in utter starvation. Grandma held onto the sides of the Jacuzzi, aghast by my understandable appetite. I was smothering my lips and mouth all throughout the deep chasm of my grandmother's sumptuous bottom. My senses went into overload as I nipped, suckled, licked, and kissed every square inch of my grandmother's sexy crack, all the while cupping each mounting swell of her divine ass. Within moments, my tongue was probing her puckered rosebud with total abandon, causing Grandma to lock up in mythical narcosis. "OH YES, YES!!" Grandma wailed over and over in unbridled ecstasy. Suddenly a deluge of warm water doused my face and her ass. Not leaving my taboo feast, I looked back to see that Mom had grabbed a champagne ice bucket and was using it to scoop the water to bathe a grandmother and granddaughter's enthusiastic, incestuous union. Mom pulled my hair back so she could see my eyes alongside each tender globe of Grandma's divine ass. My grandmother's sphincter was incredibly tight, but my tongue flattened itself across the orifice, slothfully lapping it up; circling it tenderly, hoping to encourage her to relax, and allow my tongue's loving entry that she knew was unavoidable. With Mom's hands still holding Grandma's gorgeous globes, she pulled them further apart to see her own daughter's mouth seal to her grandmother's mouthwatering asshole. I could feel Grandma's body seizing; her muscles trembling with colossal pleasure. I looked up from between the fleshy, spherical hills of my grandmother's ass to watch Mom's tongue maul Grandma's entire face, hungrily wiping away her makeup with long swipes. Seizing a handful of my grandmother's silver hair, Mom tugged her head back commandingly. "Tell your granddaughter you love what she's doing to you!" Mom ordered. "Oh baby girl...Mamom loves the way you're eating her ass." Grandma gasped desperately. "Tell her you want that tongue inside you." Mom hissed. "I want... Oh my God, I want it inside me so bad, baby!" Grandma exclaimed with her eyes closed and mouth agape in outrageous amazement. Grandma's words drew out that wild animal in me once more; tightening my tongue with all of my might, I centered its tip on her core and sank in with every ounce of my faithful incestuous lust. Grandma sucked in a deep, long gasp; crying out like a sword had stabbed her tender heart. Flaring my tongue all through my grandmother's tangy hole, it was just as astounding as Mom's ass was the night before. But my appetite spread like wildfire, and I knew exactly why, for just mere millimeters away from my anal feast was my grandmother's dripping pussy; the channel of life that my beloved mother had passed through thirty-eight years ago. With renewed hunger, I lightly patted each of Grandma's fleshy globes, watching them gently shake as I tugged back the cheeks for another lunge inside my divine grand matriarch. Feeling my wet tongue mesh with those luscious fibers of muscle and tissue, Grandma slowly squeezed her sphincter about my tongue, milking it in desperate needfulness. Her wanton gestures only made my tongue stab her even deeper, basking in the ambrosial chasm of her precious bowels. Crawling back into the Jacuzzi, my mother aided my enduring assault by feasting on her mother's swollen, nectar dripping pussy. With her flesh being double-teamed by her daughter and granddaughter, Grandma's body dwindled away in a spine tingling orgasm. I could only imagine what it must have been like for our howling grand Goddess as the cyclone of orgasm shred her succulent flesh apart. After letting Grandma revive, Mom then led us from the Jacuzzi to the master bedroom, where Mom ravenously took my mouth in hers; suckling in my lower lip. I couldn't help but fall under her taboo hex, hoping she loved tasting her own mother's anal elixir that marinated my lips and tongue. We fell back upon the king-sized mattress as Grandma settled atop us, watching our kiss seethe with undying passion. Mom grasped my head, clawing her fingernails throughout my mangled locks as I felt Grandma's hands massage my thighs and ass as the familiar moans of need were heard. Released from Mom's mouth suddenly, she flung my head to the moist canyon of her magnificent breasts, smothering my face between her majestic knolls that I frantically lapped away at. "I think she's ready." Mom moaned in primal ardor to my grandmother. "Yes." Grandma answered, crawling from the bed and hurrying over to the chest of drawers on the far wall. Lifting my blushing face from her plentiful mounds of breast, Mom gazed into my misty eyes, staring at me in fierce admiration. Her fingers splayed all over my face, massaging me, worshipping me. "You're going to love what your grandmother is going to do to you, my darling." Mom implored. I caught my breath, luxuriating in the proximity of Mom's lush body. As she was lying just beside me, Mom stroked my body; grazing her palm slowly down my belly, over my tuft of pubic fur and sensually clasped my entire mound in her hand. Splaying her fingers wide apart, my mother sensually molded and massaged my most sacred rump of flesh; it was celestial. Grandma returned to our bed, carrying the very same strap-on I had seen her use on my mother earlier in the week. Gazing lustfully down at me and then smiling so lovingly, Grandma proceeded to adorn herself with it as Mom continued massaging and stimulating my aching slot; teasing my clit and burrowing her fingers between my saturated folds and over my pulsing slit. Never once taking my eyes off my sexy grandmother, I watched with childlike wonder as Grandma secured the thick phallus around her waist; and with her flowing silver hair still soaked from the Jacuzzi, it fell tasseled about her face and neck, looking like a primitive animal plucked from the wild. "She really knows how to use that thing." Mom hissed in my ear. Grandma slowly lowered herself to her knees and scooted her body between my wide open legs, gripping that mammoth cock with an untamed look in those sexy sapphire eyes. I had never seen such a look in my grandmother's eyes; that unwavering gaze of compulsion to take our relationship to a whole new level. I was spellbound. "Open yourself to her." Mom whispered to me. "Welcome her." My breaths grew shallow while Grandma and I locked our eyes together in inborn determination. She had purpose, a sole intention on shattering the bonds of my imagination with that cock and forever bonding us. I just couldn't believe this thrilling turn of events. I was about to be manhandled and fucked by my own grandmother. "Fuck me, Mamom." I whispered. That was all that my grandmother needed to hear before falling atop me, crushing her mouth to mine in emotional zeal. My arms flung around her; embracing her with all of my strength. Grandma contorted her neck, smothering me in a kiss of raw unbridled need. Grandma rose up and with a look of raw lust in those glacier blue eyes, expertly aimed her phallus at my slit. I swathed her torso with my legs, wrapping her to me as I felt the heavy cock press on me. Locking my ankles together, Grandma guided the cock inside me, searing my core. I gasped in trauma as Grandma eased her hips forward, inching that fiery cock into her granddaughter's drooling opening. My eyes bulged from my skull; I held my breath, feeling the massive baton quell my tender sexual center. If she went any further, she was going to split me in half; but I desperately wanted this, holding on to my beloved grandmother for dear life. All of my muscles compressed at once, uniting in blazing rapture. Inevitably, Grandma sank the entire length of that nine-inch stalk deep into my body. When her groin crushed against mine, it felt like I had a telephone pole inside me; I had never had anything or anyone so deep inside me in my entire life. I tightened my fists, striving to adjust to this incredible violation. Mom watched my face, contorting in frenzied madness as Grandma slid her cock back out. On her knees beside us on the mattress; Mom's eyes glazed in wondrous ecstasy as she watched the forbidden coupling of a grandmother and granddaughter right in front of her. Mom was pleasuring herself with one hand while she stroked my grandmother's back with the other. Allowing me to catch my breath for an instant, Grandma quickly ravaged Mom's watering mouth in another hot, passion-filled kiss before returning her full attention to me and piercing her fiery cock deep into her granddaughter's body once more. Reaching under me, Grandma cupped my ass in support as she readily found her primal rhythm. Whimpering in my mother's mouth like a wounded animal, I completely gave in; there was no resisting my grandmother's vigor, and the unrelenting pounding she began to give me. With Mom's tongue grazing my own, she held my jaw in place as Grandma's potent thrusts moved me up the bed. Slapping my taut ass with her eager thrusts, the sounds of our flesh smacking together began bouncing off the walls and ceiling of the cavernous room. Grandma's wet and frazzled hair whipped wildly about her head; her gorgeous flesh glistened with perspiration and she grunted like a feral beast. Suddenly, Grandma leaned back and flung me over to my hands and knees as she simultaneously ordered Mom to slide under me, which my mother couldn't seem to do fast enough. Now with the sexy, seething body of my beautiful mother beneath me, I propped myself up over her on my hands and knees, arching my back to offer my ass to my grandmother. Mounting me like the apt lover she was, I felt the wide bulbous head make a second undertaking. This time there would be no discomfort or shock: only an easeful, graceful passage inside her granddaughter's warm loving womb. Feeling my ass cheeks press to her groin, Grandma buckled behind me in glorious ecstasy. I plastered my mouth to my mother's as my grandmother's cock glided inside me; effortlessly impaling me. "Eat your mother, baby girl!" Grandma howled. "I wanna watch you eat your Mom's pussy while I fuck you!" Dragging her cock out and gasping for air, Mom and I repositioned ourselves on the mattress. Mom planted her feet on the mattress; her long and powerful legs bent up at the knees like welcome arches to the treasure of all treasures. Spreading her legs wide, I looked upon the puffy folds of sexy flesh and the hot, humid and dripping portal into my mother's body. Feeling my body about to implode under the weight of unprecedented lust, I fastened my entire mouth to my matriarch's drooling slot and devoured her mercilessly. Mom's body spasmed to the very core while her back arched and her legs tumbled as the animalistic fervor of her daughter consumed every fiber of her mortal being. Wrapping my arms around my mother's trembling legs and fueled by her gasping moans, I dug my fingernails deep into my one true love's flesh as Grandma plunged her cock deep inside me once more. I hurled my ass back at Grandma as we both fell into a forcible rhythm. Grandma pulled back every so often, dragging her cock out from my pussy, only to shove it back in with even more confidence and vigor. That sensation, along with Mom's syrupy pussy and her sexual elixir flooding my mouth and the feeling of my taut little ass in Grandma's palms was magical. But Grandma's hands soon released her mighty grip on my ass to grasp my shoulders; driving my face deeper into my mother's seething womanhood as Grandma planted her feet beside my hips on the mattress. This gave my grandmother a wonderful angle to really give it to me good; and she did. Within moments, Grandma had rediscovered her inborn cadence, adding even more stamina behind her sawing in and out of her granddaughter's fertile young womb. By now, Grandma had found her guileless rhythm. Now she zestfully pulled me up by my shoulders, leaving my mother tumbling wildly about in orgasm and her nectar squirting onto my stomach. Her orgasmic wails were indescribable and I was completely flabbergasted at the sight of the geyser blasting out of my mother's pussy. "Didn't know your Mom was a squirter, did you?" Grandma hissed in my ear as she locked our bodies together. Mom's hands seized my body in utter desperation and wanting as she continued to douse me with her spraying juices. I couldn't believe the gravity of this act of total consummation. This forbidden realization solidified itself and sent me reeling into the furthermost reaches of sexual oneness and enchantment. With Grandma's lips pressed to my shoulder, my eyes clenched shut in stinging bliss as my grandmother lovingly sawed in and out of my fertile womb. In rapid, meaningful thrusts, Grandma clutched my thighs in frantic hope that she was as deep as possible. Both of us, glazed in sweat, desperately clung to the other in urgency. I began grunting to each insistent thrust, just like a primal animal in the hottest jungle. I fell again to my hands and knees, shoving my ass back at Grandma for all it was worth as I again devoured my mother's mouth in unrelenting incestuous passion. Grandma wailed in delight as she smacked my taut ass while watching her massive rubber cock vanish completely inside her granddaughter. Grandma fucked me like a wild savage for the next half an hour before Mom joined us; taking her own strap-on to me as Grandma and I shifted positions and I mounted my grand matriarch's immaculate body from above, riding her in full, timeless glory. After spanking and lathering my sphincter as I had seen Grandma do to her, I nearly went into seizures as Mom lovingly took my anal virginity. The sensation of having two women; particularly these two women, my mother and grandmother, struggling and toiling to be inside me sexually left me in awe; unfettered by pure feminine salaciousness. Pinned between the sweaty, seething bodies of my loving matriarchs; each thrusting herself deeply and vigorously into me, all the while the three of us moaning and wailing a melodious hymnal of forbidden ecstasy, drove me to one cataclysmic orgasm after another. It was nearing dusk when physical exhaustion finally overcame us and the three of us collapsed in an entangled heap of sweaty, sexually sated bodies on my mother's bed; the sheets saturated with three generations of Coulter women bodily fluids. The air in the room was humid and reeked of raw lesbian sex. Yet despite our physical exhaustion, famished hunger drove the three of us down to the kitchen and then into the dining room where mother, daughter and granddaughter gorged themselves on a traditional Thanksgiving Day feast, all completely in the nude. After clearing away the wreckage of our feast, Mom opened another bottle of wine and the three of us lounged together on the living room sofa in our birthday suits, sipping an excellent cabernet. But as fire to fuel ignites a blazing inferno, alcohol to the blood often ignites a blazing passion. So, the three of us returned to our sacred chamber of forbidden lust and resumed our insatiable, incestuous passion on each other. I now adorned a strap-on and took it to my mother's pussy with all the salaciousness and vigor with which she had taken it to me as Grandma violated her daughter in the ass. Then it was Grandma's turn to be vaginally by her granddaughter and anally violated by her daughter; then the cycle began once more as I mounted my beautiful mother, taking her massive bulbous deep in my soggy and syrupy pussy while Grandma fucked me in the ass. After that, I took over anal duty, pounding my mother and then my grandmother in their most forbidden of orifices to the brink of crippling euphoria. Watching Mom & Grandma Ch. 02 *** The day after Thanksgiving is traditionally called Black Friday for it is the busiest shopping day of the year. But the only thing Farah, Quinn and Monica Coulter were shopping for that day were more innovative ways to enjoy each other's bodies to the fullest in our taboo temple of incestuous passion; and boy did we find them! And we spent the remainder of the weekend exploring them, and each other in ways that a mother, daughter and granddaughter were never intended to. Except for trips to the kitchen for replenishing nourishment, taking steamy hot showers just to rinse off the spent sex or for the occasional call of nature, the three of us remained in our sanctum of forbidden passion the entire weekend. We never even so much as dressed; and in one form or another, never ceased making love. Finally, Sunday morning slipped into Sunday afternoon and Grandma had to begin preparing for her journey back to New York that evening. The three of us took a final scalding hot shower together and professed our eternal devotion to each other as a triad of lovers; sealing it with a three way kiss of indescribable tenderness and primal sexuality. Dressing for the first time since Thursday afternoon, Mom and I cuddled in each other's arms as we watched Grandma send for her limo and pack her bags in the guest room which she never slept in. The doorbell rang promptly at five o'clock on the dot and Grandma's bags were carried out to the sparkling white limousine by the stocky young driver. Embracing my mother and I one at a time; placing a soft, but deeper than was appropriate in public kiss on the lips, Grandma then embraced us both simultaneously. "Now, I can expect you both to be at the lodge in Aspen the day before Christmas, right?" Grandma asked. "How about the day before that?" Mom chirped. "Even better." Grandma replied. "Mrs. Coulter?" It was the limo driver; Grandma whirled around to face him. "Yes?" "The gifts you requested." He said as he handed my grandmother two fairly small, but beautifully and brightly wrapped Christmas presents. "Oh thank you so much!" Grandma told him. "I'll be ready in just one second." "Take your time, madam." He told her and sauntered away. Grandma spun around and handed one of the gifts to me and the other to Mom; double checking the tags to be sure she'd given the right box to the right lady, Grandma kissed us both on the cheek. "Now, don't open these until my limo is out of sight." She instructed. "We don't have to wait until Christmas?" Mom chirped. "Certainly not!" Grandma retorted. "Where would the fun be in that?" With a rather seductive grin, Grandma kissed both Mom and I quickly on the lips again. "I love you both with all that I am." Grandma said. "And we love you." Mom replied. "See you at Christmas." Grandma said and then hurried to her limo. "Bye Mom." "Bye Grandma." Grandma waved a final farewell and then disappeared into the backseat of the magnificent stretch limousine. The driver closed the door behind her, hurried around to the driver's door and climbed inside. A moment later, the limo turned the corner of our block and vanished from our view with me and Mom waving the whole time. Mom and I slowly dropped our arms to our side, stood motionless and silent for a long moment, gazed warmly at each other, smiled and then like a couple of gluttonous children on Christmas Morning, tore open our gifts; and what we each had received left us both in a temporary flux of astonishment. My gift: A submissive collar and a silk blindfold. Mom's gift: The matching leash. And along with our gift, there was a note beneath each in the box. My note said: Obey your mistress. Mom's note said: Love your sub. Mom and I once again stood motionless on the front porch of our home in Scottsdale, Arizona on the Sunday evening after Thanksgiving and just stared at the gifts my grandmother had just given us. Finally I heard Mom scoff as she studied her gift and mine. "Only in the Coulter family." She said. "Totally." I replied. My gaze slowly lifted to Mom's face and I caught the dazzling sparkle of her gorgeous emerald eyes. Then, as if we could both hear the voice of our beautiful family matriarch speaking the words she'd written in the notes, Mom's face filled with a seductive smile. "So..." She whispered. "Shall we go play with our new toys, my pet?" "Yes, my Mistress." Sharing a laugh, Mom then took me by the hand and led me into the house, gently closing the front door behind us. And needless to say, neither of us could wait for the coming of Christmas. *** Twenty-two years have now passed since that incredible Thanksgiving; and I'll bet you are dying to know what has happened in the lives of Farah, Quinn and Monica Coulter in that time. Well, since you asked... Mom and I of course traveled to Aspen that Christmas and in the secluded tranquility of the Rocky Mountains in the dead of winter, three generations of Coulter women practically incinerated each other in the lustful heat of incestuous sexual passion; making love to each other in ways never intended by the laws of nature. A couple of days before New Years, the three of us flew to New York to celebrate the arrival of a new year and also so that Mom could meet with her publisher. And it was during that stay in New York that I truly fell in love with my grandmother as no granddaughter ever should, as she and I were left alone to explore each other while Mom tended to business. My grandmother is the most amazing lover; and she provided me an afternoon of the most intense physical pleasure I'd ever experienced. And later that night, I turned that sexual frenzy loose on my mother; forever sealing our bond. Mom and I returned to Phoenix in early January and settled into our new life as a couple. The following June, I graduated from High School with honors. Grandma flew out for the commencement ceremony, both she and my mother delivered special commencement speeches and were praised to the rooftops for their wonderful examples to all young women everywhere. I couldn't help but chuckle; if these people only knew what goes on amongst us Coulter girls when the lights go out at night. I suppose it goes without saying that Grandma, Mom and I celebrated my high school graduation with a raw, unbridled sexual frenzy all weekend long. Though I wanted to attend college in Arizona so that I could be close to my mother and our layer of incestuous passion; Mom insisted that I should go to school out of state. She also stipulated that I should choose a college that was far away from Grandma as well. So that fall, I entered the University of Michigan; rather clever if you ask me, as Michigan is where both Mom and Grandma were born and they both seemed to admire the "subtleness" of my choice. Still, I didn't really understand why Mom wanted me to go to school so far away from her and from Grandma; that is until I returned home for Thanksgiving break during my first year. As the saying goes, absence does make the heart grow fonder! And the sex even more phenomenal; for the second Thanksgiving that Grandma, Mom and I spent together in our sanctum of taboo lesbian lust made the first one look like a Sunday school picnic! And it was during our second incestuous feast of Thanksgiving that a plan took shape in my mind. I wanted to have a child of my own and I wanted to be the same age as my mother when she had me. So, over the next three years, I overloaded myself with my regular studies, summer school and internships so that I might accumulate enough semester hours to graduate a year early with a degree in Architecture; and I succeeded in graduating early. I also succeeded in becoming pregnant. Mom and Grandma flew to Ann Arbor, and just like my high school graduation, both of them delivered special commencement addresses, both received honorary degrees from the university and the three of us then celebrated my college graduation at the age of twenty with another weekened of raw and uninhibited sexual frenzy. And that's when I told them. As the three of us snuggled together in an entanglement of sweaty arms and legs; softly caressing and fondling each other's naked bodies, I told them that I wanted more than anything to be a mother; and to carry on the family tradition, so to speak. I assured them that I had taken all the proper steps to ensure a healthy child through artificial insemination. After the initial shock of my news and expressing some slight misgivings, my two beautiful matriarchs quickly came to treasure the idea; and to see it as a gift I was giving them. The remainder of that night is a total blur of unbridled passion as Mom and Grandma made love to me in a way that has never been repeated. The only thing I couldn't really control was the gender of my baby; all we could do about that was hope and pray. But regardless of whatever the sex might turn out to be, the three of us would love, honor and treasure my child as any child is meant to be. Nine months later, at the age of twenty-one; with both Mom and Grandma at my side, I gave birth to my first and only child; a seven pound, six ounce little girl who I crowned with the name Selena Miranda Coulter. The date was February 14th. Yes, my baby girl was born on Valentine's Day; nineteen years ago today as a matter of fact. And so here I sit, curled up on the love seat in my mother's bedroom suite with my now forty year old body wrapped in a silk robe; scribbling out the final lines of my story as I gaze upon the gorgeous naked bodies of my now sixty year old mother Quinn and my nineteen year old daughter Selena as they lay entwined in a deep romantic slumber in my mother's bed. Just like that long ago Thanksgiving Day, three generations of Coulter women consummated their burning incestuous passion for each other in a frenzied lesbian threesome; only now, Quinn Coulter was the grand matriarch of the family and I am the woman shared equally by the woman that bore me and the woman I bore. But now I feel tears stinging my eyes as I think of my dear grandmother; just as I had earlier this night as I watched my mother consecrate her incestuous bond with her granddaughter by taking a strap-on to her; just as my grandmother had done to me so many years ago. Tragically, Farah Coulter is no longer with us. She passed away after a short bout with cancer at the age of seventy-seven; just four years ago now when I was thirty-six. I miss her terribly! And there were times that I did not think my mother would survive the loss. But as I look upon my beautiful mother now; sleeping soundly in her bed with her beloved granddaughter curled up intimately against her, I see my grandmother in both of them. My mother is still the sexiest woman alive; her body is still a luscious and immaculate temple of sexuality and carnal desire that I worship and feast upon with more incestuous hunger than ever before. Mom's once long auburn hair has now faded into the exact shade of pearlescent silver that my grandmother possessed and she has masterfully taken up the reigns of the Coulter family matriarch with wondrous finesse and divine elegance. And then, there is my darling daughter Selena, who is the spitting image of both her grandmother and great grandmother in almost every respect; including the hypnotic smile, the creamy white alabaster skin, the statuesque and curvaceous hour glass figure and the gorgeous maim of full and flowing auburn hair down to her shoulder blades. And her eyes, believe it or not, are the most mystical of all; for her right eye is glacier blue and her left eye is emerald green. Is it any wonder that I fell deeply in love with my own daughter? I raised Selena as my mother raised me and her mother raised her; she was my first, my last and my all. Mom and I kept our relationship a secret from her; deciding to let Selena come to us if fate so directed her. Selena and I lived in our own home; my career as an architect more than provided for anything and everything Selena could have ever needed or wanted and Mom visited us often. And just like her mother and grandmother before her, Selena fell into the clutches of forbidden fantasy and incestuous desire. And last night, she literally attacked me; ravaging me with a primal sexual hunger and a taboo lust of the ages. "Momma?" I hear my baby girl speak now. "Yes, my darling?" I reply as I look up to find the immaculate naked body of my daughter standing before me. Shoving my notepad aside, Selena curls up into my lap, pulls open my robe and takes my right nipple deep into her mouth. I cradle her head in my hands as she suckles upon me; combing my fingers through her silky auburn hair; the hair of her grandmother. "Oh my baby..." I moan tenderly. "Mommy loves you so much." My head rolls back in utter ecstasy and my eyes flutter in euphoric bliss as my daughter wrestles my robe off my shoulders and down my arms. My hands stroke her lush body; reveling in the softness of her creamy white flesh. Suddenly, I feel the lips of my mother capture mine; her tongue slipping deeply inside my mouth and my eyes pop open. Stroking both of them now, my mother releases my mouth and I watch as she takes the mouth of her granddaughter in a timeless kiss of forbidden love before me. Then, their lustful gazes fall upon me once more and I literally melt away. "Isn't your mother beautiful, Selena darling?" Mom whispers. "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Selena replies. "She reminds me so much of your great grandmother." Mom tells her. "Both of you do." "Nana was a beautiful woman." Selena says. "I wish she was here with us now." I say. "She is, my darling." Mom says with a smile. "She is." "Did you love her?" Selena asks. "With all my heart." Mom replies. "She was my soul mate." "What about my Mom?" Selena inquires innocently. "Isn't she your soul mate?" "No, my love..." Mom whispers as she softly kisses her granddaughter. "Your mother is more than my soul mate; she is my very soul." "Just as you are my very soul, my darling." I tell Selena; her eyes instantly flooding with tears. "And you are mine." My daughter tells me. Rising to my feet, I let my robe fall to the floor as a trident kiss of eternal love follows between mother, daughter and granddaughter. And with that, Quinn, Monica and Selena Coulter return to their bed of forbidden love, each carrying the memory of Farah Coulter in their heart. "I love you, Grandma." THE END