3 comments/ 45842 views/ 4 favorites Life Imitates Art Ch. 02 By: ole_grouch_1124 Again, I want to thank my editor, OBM, for her insightful comments and recommendations. I would also like to thank my readers for their comments. I would like to ask that if you comment, please stick to the story and refrain from personal attacks. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, likes, and dislikes. I, as a writer, try to take all comments into account. I hope you will see this in my stories as I continue writing. Thank you all for your support. * Section 1 -- The Discovery My father and I did not have an opportunity to get together that first day. Just after my mother had returned, he received a phone call. "I'm going to have to go away for a couple of days. That was one of my clients and they are ready to implement a new program I have been assisting them with. They would like me there to see it through," he informed my mother and I. I couldn't believe this. Here I am, horny as hell, and now he's going on a business trip! Mom, who is none the wiser, said "That's a shame. You're going to miss out on a few days with Janice." "Don't worry, Amelia, I'll make up for it when I get home. Is that ok with you, Janice?" "Yea, but it's gonna cost you." I smiled at my father teasingly. He rolled his eyes, returned my smile, and turned to pack his things. "What was that about," my mother asked. "Nothing. I was just kidding around with dad." The following morning, mom drove dad to the airport. When she returned, Jim and Suzie were on their way to school. I had just woken up when she walked in the door. "Hi, mom. How about I make you some breakfast?" "No, thanks, hun. I just don't seem to have an appetite this morning." "Is there anything wrong? You seem a little out of sorts." "I'm fine. I guess I'm just a little tired is all." This was not like mom at all. She's never acted this way when dad had to go away. Mom was always energetic even in the worst of times. Something was on her mind. I wanted to find out what it was. "How about I help you with whatever it is you need to do today? And if you don't have anything to do, maybe we could take in a movie, lunch, or something like that. Just you and I. How about it?" Mom turned to look at me. "I don't have any plans today. I hadn't thought much about what I was going to do. Lunch sounds nice, but I don't think I'm in the mood for a movie." "Mom, there's something on your mind. You don't act like this unless there is. C'mon, what is it?" "I don't know if I can talk to you about this, Janice. It's too personal." "Have you not always been there for me? Have you not told me there isn't anything we couldn't talk about? Doesn't that go the other way, too?" "Daughters are supposed to be able to confide in their mothers, not the other way around." "Do you realize how old-fashioned that sounds? We're both adults. There shouldn't be anything we can't talk about." Mom thought about that for a few minutes before she replied. "Maybe later, Janice. I'm just not in the mood to talk right now. I need to be alone to sort things out." Sort things out? Was there something going on between mom and dad? Was he seeing someone on the side? Did they have an argument? She couldn't have known about yesterday. I had no idea what was on her mind. All I knew was that I needed to find out. The morning went by rather quickly and it was fast approaching the lunch hour. "Hey, mom! Whattya say we go out and get some lunch. C'mon! You and I. It'll be fun." "I'll be down in a few minutes," I heard her reply. When she came down, she sat at the kitchen table. "I have been giving some thought to what you said this morning, Janice. If your offer still stands, I think I'd rather stay here and talk with you." "That's fine, mom. Let me whip up a fast salad and we can talk." "Please, sit down. Let's talk first." This was serious. I sat at the table across from my mother. "So, what's the matter? Why are you so sullen," I asked. "This," she replied as she placed a large envelope in front of me. I opened the envelope and pulled out the manuscript I had printed off before I came home. I was frozen. The expression on my face was immediate and sudden. I caught myself and tried to adjust. "What is this and where did you find it?" "It's smut! And I found it on the floor of your father's study right after he received his phone call and went upstairs to pack." I felt a lump in my throat and my stomach. I don't think I was doing a very good job of hiding anything. It felt like my entire body was giving me away. I continued playing dumb. "What's it about?" "It's about incest. Your father is reading stories about fathers and daughters having sex. It's the most disgusting thing I ever read. How can anyone be turned on by such a thing?" "Maybe it's just a fantasy thing, mom. You know how men are. They're such visual creatures. Maybe this is just a fantasy of his." "I don't get it," she replied. "Has your father tried anything with you or Suzie?" "Of course not, mom," I lied. "Then, what is it? I know I'm not the most open-minded person when it comes to sex. But I have tried to please your father in every way. Even when I thought something was disgusting and out of the question, I would do it for his sake. Isn't that enough?" Mom had been raised with very strict parents who never discussed sex with her. It was always taboo. Dad had been her first and had to show her everything. She was never comfortable with that or her sexuality. "Mom, I think you're getting a little carried away. Today is a whole different world. There are a lot of things that are acceptable now that were not when you were my age. You talk like sex is only important to dad. It should be important to you, too. You need to get some enjoyment out of it, too." "Your father has tried. He has been very patient. I don't know why I am the way I am, I just can't change that." "Don't you enjoy sex at all?" "Honestly, Janice? I can live without it." I was almost in tears. My mother was missing out on one of the greatest joys life had to offer. A thought suddenly came into mind. "Can you be open-minded about something," I asked her. "What is it?" "I'm serious, mom. Listen. Sex can be wonderful and beautiful. It's not just for the man. And if dad has been as patient as you say he has, then that just proves he's willing to please you. What you need to do is relax and let him do that. Don't think of it as disgusting. You will never get past that point. Think of it as someone who loves you enough to care about taking you to a point beyond ecstasy. Can you do that?" "I can try. But how are we going to do this?" I had an idea. "Let me worry about that. Go upstairs, slip into something more comfortable. Something sexy. I know dad bought you things in the past. Pick out something that you like. I'll be up in a little while." I went to the study, turned dad's computer on, went to the erotic literature site, and printed off a romantic story. This one was one of my favorites and it always managed to get me wet. I was hoping it would have the same effect on mom. I just didn't know how I would handle it afterwards. I had experimented with women before, but this was my mother. If I got her to where I was hoping, I was going to have to be prepared to finish what I started. I headed upstairs to my mother's room with the story in hand. When I opened the door, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a white teddy with pink trimming that didn't quite hide her breasts. I could clearly see each one outlined. I was jealous. Three children and they were still firm. No sag whatsoever. Her nipples almost poked through the sheer material. She sat with one long, perfectly shaped leg crossed over the other. She had her arms extended behind her back and was leaning on her hands. She looked like a goddess. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. I stood there just admiring her. I hoped when I reached her age I looked half as good. "What have you got," she asked me. "I have a story. Mom, I have something to tell you before we begin." She looked at me. "Men aren't the only ones who enjoy erotic things. Women do, too. I especially enjoy reading erotic literature." "But that's pornography," she protested. "Yes, it is. But it's not always hardcore. There are some things out there that are romantic. Erotic. Softcore. You have to keep an open mind. If you can separate the two, you have a better chance of understanding. I'm going to read you a story. I want you to lay back and relax. Just think about the story and nothing else. Let your mind visualize the story I am reading. Try and put yourself in the female role as I read and imagine what emotions you are feeling. Can you do this?" "I can try. I will give it my best, but I am not comfortable with this." I could tell she was uncomfortable. "Relax. Close your eyes and relax. Take a few deep breaths and let them out slowly." My mother did as I told her. I couldn't help but notice her breasts rising with her first breath and her nipples standing so proudly. I hadn't even begun and I was starting to get wet. I started reading very softly. Mom's eyes were closed and she continued with her deep, slow breathing. I read about one third of the story and noticed her fingers exploring her abdomen. Was this a good sign? I hoped so. I moved in a little closer to my mother as I continued reading. I held the story in one hand while the other gently caressed her arm. "That feels nice," she said. Her one hand expanded its exploration of her abdomen to just under her breasts and just above her panty line. My hand softly caressed its way up her shoulder. I noticed her breathing was more relaxed. I ran my fingers through her hair and along her neck. Mom was definitely reacting. Her breathing was starting to become shallow. I took my time and continued with the story. It was getting to the part where the couple were about to make love and it was becoming very descriptive and detailed. I started moving my hand from mom's neck down to her breast. I circled it, barely touching it. "What are you doing?" "Just relax. Are you enjoying it?" "Yes, but ..." "But nothing," I said as I cut her off. I didn't want to give her time to protest. "Please, relax and enjoy. Imagine you are the woman in the story and the man is dad. Now don't think of me as Janice. Think of me as dad." Mom took another deep breath as my hand made its way up her breast and gently caressed her nipple. I started exhaling on her as I read. Again she protested. "I am not at all comfortable with this." "I know this is difficult for you but you have to try. You have been missing out on something very wonderful and I promise, it will improve your relationship with dad." I could tell she was skeptical but at least she was trying. I continued to read. The story was starting to get hotter and hotter. Mom's breath was becoming more shallow and ragged. Her hand was wandering aimlessly along her abdomen and down her panty line. As I looked, I could swear I saw the beginnings of a wet spot. My hand moved over to her other breast and started teasing and caressing it. She was beginning to loosen up. "Oh, this is so wonderful," I heard her exclaim. "It feels so good." I knew I had her. I finally finished the story and lay down next to her. My hand moved down from her breast to where her hand was still exploring her abdomen. I started blowing long breaths on her nipple. That had an effect on my mom as she arched her back up closer to me. I was at the point where I could no longer contain myself. I started kissing her breast. I slowly began moving the shoulder strap of her teddy down her arm to reveal her naked breast and nipple. I continued my kisses as my mouth closed in on the little nubbin. I opened my mouth and gently suckled it in. "M-m-m-m-m-m. Janice, this feels so-o-o good." "I'm not Janice. I'm Paul. Say it. Say my name." "Oh, Paul, this feels so go-o-o-d." I said nothing else. My hand now replaced my mother's hand. I slowly made my way down to her crotch. Did I say I noticed a wet spot? She was practically soaked. I caressed her pussy through her panties as I continued working on each breast. As soon as I finished with one I would move over to the other. I started kissing my way down her abdomen to her belly. I blew kisses all over her. Her breathing told me I had her going. Mom's back kept arching as I continued my assault on her. I stuck out my tongue and played with her navel. It brought out a little giggle as she continued her arching. Her breathing was becoming more ragged. My hand now moved to the waistband of her panties. I moved lower so I could see her when I removed them. I got her panties over her hips and below her knees. I started kissing my way up. I made my way up her calf and then her thigh. My other hand was still caressing her pussy. I looked up to view one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen. Mom didn't shave, but she kept herself trimmed closely. It presented a beautiful auburn garden with the most perfectly shaped butterfly slit. The aroma that was coming out of her was intoxicating. I breathed as much of it in as I could. Then I blew soft breaths along her slit. "Oh, my g-g-od, w-what are you doing to me," she asked as chills ran up and down her body. Her hips were now slightly bucking. I continued blowing and kissing at her labia. They had become completely engorged and swollen. I now made my way to that little button under the hood. I blew it. Mom's hips rose instinctively. I moved my mouth closer and started kissing her clit. First, I teased it with my tongue, then I sucked it in. Mom's hips were bucking so hard it was difficult to keep up with her. "O-o-o-h! O-o-o-o-h! Please, Paul, don't stop. Don't stop." I had her. I moved my assault down from her clit and began licking the length of her pussy. My tongue dove into her slit and reached the warm, velvet hole she had waiting for me. I stuck my tongue in and began licking up the juices that it was offering. Mom's hips were now bucking furiously. She was completely out of control. Her head was shaking from side to side and her hands gripped the bed like there was no tomorrow. I still had my tongue deep inside her velvet sheath and was being rewarded with a river of her nectar. Her back would arch, then her hips would buck. I felt her starting to tense up. Her movements told me that she was close. My finger was rubbing and teasing her clit as I continued fucking her with my tongue. Her back arched in one final leap. Then her hips bucked up and remained there as I continued applying pressure with my tongue. Mom released a torrent of her juice onto my tongue and into my mouth as her orgasm washed over her. I could not contain it all. I was still tongue fucking her. She held her hips up for a long time as her ecstasy overcame her. She was shaking from her head to her toe. I held her as long as I could. Her hips slowly made their way down to the bed as I gently licked her pussy. Her breathing was still ragged and shallow. "Please, no more. I need a minute," she gasped. I replaced my tongue with my hand and gently rubbed her pussy up and down to prolong her afterglow. When she was finished, I saw a look on her that I had not seen in a very long time. I could not believe this beautiful, glowing woman was my mother. When she calmed down I looked at her. "Didn't dad ever do that to you?" "Yes, many times. But I never felt like that. I always thought it was disgusting." "And now? It's not disgusting even though it was your daughter this time?" "No, it wasn't just that. That story really got me going, too. I just never felt like that before." "It should be like that with you and dad all the time. Not just now and not just with me." "I never realized how beautiful it can be," mom said as she began crying. "I have missed out on so much." "Yes, but look at what you can look forward to now. Just let dad do his thing. You sit, relax, and enjoy it." A smile came to mom's face as she embraced me in a hug. A whole new door had opened for her and she was about to experience the joys of life. I couldn't wait until dad got home. Section 2 -- The Awakening Later that afternoon mom discovered the envelope and incest story on the table. She looked at it for a while as if to ponder something. "Janice," she began. "You said men enjoy this kind of stuff?" "Mom, I said women do, too. You have to remember, it's all part of fantasizing. That's the nice thing about fantasy. You can do what you want and don't have to bring it to real life if you choose not to." "Have you read stories like this?" I wasn't going to lie to her. She was just beginning her awakening and she needed honesty. "Yes. Mom. I have read stories like that and have enjoyed them." "What about this one. Have you read it?" "Yes, I did. I found it a few weeks ago before I called." Mom took the story out of the envelope and began reading. I never thought I'd see this day. I watched her as she read it through. She smiled at some parts, laughed at other parts, and frowned at still other parts. I started to get things together for dinner as mom continued reading the story. When she had finished, she looked up at me. "What did you think of the story," she asked me. "I thought it was hot. I dunno, maybe there's something special when a father and daughter can share their love like that." "I'm trying to be open minded about this, Janice. But it's difficult. After all, this is about incest." "And what makes that any different than what we did this afternoon?" Mom realized I was right. I know this was a lot for her to take in and I didn't want to push things. "There's something funny about this story. It's almost familiar." "Yes, I noticed that, too." I was not prepared to tell her the rest. I couldn't bring myself to do it. "It is hot, isn't it?" "Yes, I thought so," I replied. A smile came across her face. It wasn't a beaming smile. It was one of her 'I got something up my sleeve' kind of smiles. I looked at her and at once knew I opened up Pandora's box. Mom put the manuscript back in the envelope and got up to help me prepare dinner. A few minutes later, Suzie walked in. "Hi. Mom. Hi, Janice." "Hi, Suzie," we both responded in unison. "How was your day?" "Very busy. We have a huge exam coming up next week and everyone's in a panic. If it's ok with you, I'm going to Karen's so we can study together." "What about dinner," Mom asked. "I'm not very hungry right now. We had a late lunch." "Ok," mom said. "Don't be out too late." "I won't," Suzie said as she bounded out the door. It wasn't long after Suzie left when Jim walked in. He had just finished basketball practice and needed a shower badly. "Mom, I won't be staying for dinner," he announced. "Why not?" "I have a date with Charlie tonight." Charlene, or Charlie as she liked to be called, was Jim's girlfriend. They had been going together for a year and everyone thought they made a cute couple. Jim ran upstairs, got cleaned up, dressed, and was out the door almost as fast as he was in. Mom and I looked at one another. "It's just us again." "I'm sure we'll find something to amuse ourselves," I responded. Mom had a glint in her eye. "How about another story?" I couldn't believe my ears. My mother wanted to read another story. "Sure, why not? What kind of story were you interested in?" "How about another incest story? Only this time, I want to read it to you." "Sounds fine to me. Do you want to pick one out or should I?" "Let me pick it out. I want to surprise you." "Mom, I couldn't be anymore surprised." I gave her the site and she took off to the study to find and print a story.