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Sapphic Serenity Ch. 01

By: BiscuitHammer



Disclaimer and Author's Note: All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise. 

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Chapter 1- The Hell's Going On With Me? 

I was lying in one of the deck chairs in our back yard, next to the pool. The sun was warm and it was another beautiful day for getting a tan. We have a high wall around our backyard so I felt free to get away with being naked, because I hate tan lines. 

I thought turning eighteen would make me feel different- don't know why I thought that, exactly, but it didn't. True, the party my mother had thrown me was wonderful, but I realized that my body wouldn't know the difference of whatever day it my birthday it happened to be. 

So, now that I was eighteen and three days, I decided to continue with my merry existence. I'd graduated with excellent grades and my mother agreed to let me just have a year off before picking a university. I'd had offers of scholarships from several, but they would wait. I just wanted to relax and enjoy myself. 

I'd always had first-class grades and remained out of trouble throughout my teen years. Not that I was a priss or a good girl, mind you; I freely admit that I love to fuck and occasionally had a drink or indulged in some herb, but none of those things ever took precedence over my desire to graduate with honours and make my parents proud. 

Well, let me explain that a little- my dad died about nine years ago, but I like to think he is still watching over me, smiling with approval whenever I get my good grades. So it's been my mom and I for nearly ten years and she is my best friend. After my dad passed she received a sizable life insurance pay out and invested a good chunk in the stock market. It paid off and we're doing quite well for ourselves, so much so that mom doesn't need to work and we're going to take a trip to Europe as a reward for my grades. 

Mom and dad had me when they were sixteen. I had always known I was an 'unexpected blessing' and thankfully both families were very understanding, especially once they announced they were getting married. No one has ever grown up in a more supportive and loving environment than yours truly. 

So here I was, lying on my deck chair in the middle of July, soaking up the sun and thinking about what mom and I might do on our European vacation. The back door opened and out came my mom, wiggling by me with a drink in her hand as she went to sit in the whirlpool attached to the big pool. 

"Going el fresco today, are we, baby?" she asked cheerfully as she padded by. I nodded lazily, unwilling to make the effort to talk. Mom never minded when I was nude and I didn't care if she was. We were more than used to seeing one another in the buff, walking around the house, coming out of the shower or sunbathing and skinny-dipping in the back. 

Mom set down her drink beside the jacuzzi and undid the ties of her bikini, shedding her top. I opened my eyes just a little, watching her. She was only thirty-four and since she was retired young, she had all the time in the world to keep herself in amazing shape, with a body all my friends were insanely jealous of and kept the boys staring. Her boobs were incredible, full and firm, her body trim and athletic. Her belly was flat, with a hint of solid abs, Her long, wavy brown hair was up in a sloppy ponytail today. She looked lovely. 

I knew she was beautiful and had told her countless times over the years. But something today was different- not with her, but in the way I perceived her. I can't explain it, but she was... pleasing to look at. I let my eyes linger over her form as she shimmied down her skimpy thong. Her tan skin looked very inviting somehow and I bit my lip as her pussy came into view. It was shaved, except for a thin strip just above that she kept trimmed short. 

She climbed into the water and I closed my eyes again, drifting off back to Europe. Visions of night parties in Paris and strolls through the Tuscan countryside, usually in the company of some handsome young man kept me enthralled for a while until I heard a sigh. I opened my eyes and watched my mom climb out of the jacuzzi, her peach-perfect behind presented to me. She didn't know I was staring and frankly I didn't know why I was. I'd seen her butt countless times, today I was just enjoying it on some other level I had never been aware of before. 

Still naked but drying herself off with a towel, she walked on over to me and set her drink on the tiny glass table between us before adjusting the large parasol behind the chairs. 

"That's probably enough sun, darling," she said, smiling down at me. "Don't want you to burn." 

"Mmmm, thanks mom," I murmured as I felt the shade envelop me. She sank down into the chair on the other side of the table and sighed contentedly. "Have a good soak?" I asked. 

"Yeah, thanks," she said agreeably. "It really helped after that last little workout session." 

"Oh, please, you make it sound like you're nine-hundred years old," I giggled, sitting up somewhat to look at her. "We've been over this, you're not even thirty-five, you look amazing and you're in incredible shape. Sometimes I think you say those things just to make me feel like I am young and energetic." 

'Well, I couldn't have had a more gorgeous daughter," she said softly, turning on her side to look at me. "Your dad and I make pretty babies." 

"Thanks," I said, smiling warmly, knowing she meant it. "Wish I'd got a little brother or sister out of the deal, but that just wasn't meant to be." 

"I know, babydoll," she murmured, reaching over and caressing my arm gently. "I wish we could have too." 

"Y'know, you're still more than young enough," I suggested, following her example and turning on my side to face me. "If you found a guy you really liked, I wouldn't object at all if you-" 

She blushed and smiled, giving my arm a squeeze. "That's very kind, baby, but not really on my docket right now. I'm just enjoying casual dating." 

"I know you've been naughty on occasion, mom," I said slyly, grinning at her. "Your bedroom's right next to mine, after all. I've heard you fucking in there." 

"Bron, language!" she giggled, winking at me. "Not like you're that innocent either. Remember that night we both brought a boy home and tried to sneak it by each other?" 

"Yeah," I replied, joining her in laughing. "And I thought I was loud in bed, now I know where I get it from." 

Mom blushed again, turning onto her stomach. "Can you rub some lotion on me, darling? I don't want to risk a burn." 

I nodded and left my chair, sauntering over to kneel beside my mom. I trailed my gaze up and down her lovely body, perhaps not even consciously aware of myself doing it. I squeezed some of the viscous bronze goop into my hand and them began smearing it all over her back and shoulders. She hummed softly as I worked the lotion in to her supple skin. 

I put more on my hands and worked down the sides of her hips and thighs, heading for her legs when she stopped me. 

"Don't forget my butt," she mumbled. "Don't want to look like I got a spanking when I didn't..." 

I nodded and began working the sunscreen into the firm cheeks, massaging in circles. She hummed and settled lower into the chair, relaxing. The circular motions I used pulled the cheeks apart ever so slightly and I became aware of the secret space between, something I'd never contemplated about my mother or any other woman before. 

Was my mouth a little dry? 

I took a sip of her drink to relieve my dry mouth from the heat of the day. Yes. 

I then proceeded down her legs to the bottom of her feet, finally finishing. She murmured a thank you and turned herself over as I resumed my place in my own chair. 

"You should probably do yourself, Bron," she pointed out. "Might be time for a refresh of whatever you had on earlier." 

I nodded and reached into my little bag beside my chair, retrieving my own bottle of sunscreen. I poured a puddle into my palm and then began applying it to my body generously. My mother was doing likewise, having taken over where I left off and smearing her front. We lay in silence, rubbing oil into ourselves side by side. 

It was unusual that my nipples were hardening, but perhaps I was just a little horny. I hadn't been laid in over two weeks, since school ended, so maybe I was just sensitive. I noticed them standing out, feeling the tingle as my hands passed over them, leaving them glistening with sunscreen. I rubbed them again, enjoying the sensation. 

My hands trailed down my body, making sure I covered my whole front. I bent my knees and spread them slightly, using my slippery hands to get sunscreen on my pliant netherlips. It felt good, very good, and I might have lingered longer than was necessary to protect myself from the sun. 

"Remember, darling," my mother giggled, looking over at me and winking. "Two rubs is coverage. Three or more and you're on vacation." 

I smirked back at her and stuck out my tongue, noticing that she was doing the exact same thing. My hands finally left my crotch and I covered my legs next. Once I was done, I settled into my chair and sighed. My mom did the same, looking over at me and blowing a kiss in my direction. We lay silent for some time, until the sun was far in the west and the sky was darkening. 

Mom sat up first, looking at herself and nodding at the tan. "Nice," she said to no one in particular, cupping her breasts and making sure the tan was even. "How about you, babe?" 

I sat up and checked myself. "Looks good," I said cheerfully. "A quick dip and we call it a night?" 

She nodded and we stood together, heading for the whirlpool, walking hand in hand. She helped me in to the swirling water and then followed me, smiling as she settled in. She spread her arms out to the sides, causing her magnificent breasts to jut forward, above the water. 

"Jeez, careful, mom," I laughed. "You're gonna put someone's eyes out with those things." 

"Good thing you're all the way over there, then," she retorted, smirking. "Pretty sure you're gonna do some damage with those knockers of yours, too." 

"Y'think?" I asked, pleased with her statement. I sat up a little straighter and cupped them together, as if presenting them to her. They were as big as hers, or nearly as big, which meant they were impressive. Mom was easily a D-cup and her back was so well-toned that they stood up proudly without support. Push-up bras were totally unnecessary for the two of us. 

"I know for a fact," she said almost proudly. You've got your dad's blond hair and his blue eyes, but you got my figure, especially my tits. You've got an amazing rack and you just turned eighteen." 

"This isn't gonna be one of those dumb encouragement stories where you tell me that you didn't look like this until you were in your twenties and late bloomer, is it?" I asked, laughing. "Because I've seen pictures of you in high school and you had those jugs by the time you were with dad." 

"Suffice it to say that I passed my gift along," she almost purred. It was getting dark overhead and the little solar night lights kicked on around the backyard. Two soft lamps started up near the jacuzzi, illuminating for safety without being harshly intrusive. "You've got the same big boobs, the little pink nipples..." 

"Really?" I queried, looking down at mine for a moment. 

"Sure, come see..." she said, beckoning me over with a hand. 

I went willingly, on a level of eager I didn't rightly understand. Mom didn't seem to notice one way or the other. Not like it was the first time we'd seen each other's tits, after all. I settled down next to her and looked attentively as she cupped her breasts above the waterline, turning to face me. 

"See?" she said somewhat matter-of-factly, making sure I got a good look. "Same shape, same aureoles, same tiny buds on top... like mother, like daughter." 

"I guess you're right," I agreed, cupping my mine for the sake of comparison. "They really do look alike, don't they?" 

"Two perfect sets of tits in one family," she said, grinning. "Women and husbands everywhere should be jealous." 

"What I like is that I know mine are gonna last and look amazing down the road," I mused, holding them closer to hers and jiggling them a little. "When I'm thirty-four years young, I'm still gonna have the best fun-bags of any girl I know." 

She giggled and leaned in slightly, touching her nipples to mine and rubbing them back and forth for a moment. It sent a thrill through me, one I didn't dare show, but wow, did I ever feel it. Hopefully my nipples hardening could just be attributed to the cool water. 

"You're growing into such a beautiful young woman," she sighed, releasing her breasts and ending my exquisite torment. "I swear, it seems like yesterday when you were in my lap and I was breast feeding you." 

"Oh, mom," I said softly, letting go of my own breasts and putting my hands on her shoulders, smiling lovingly. "You're still so young. I'm being completely honest when I say that all the girls at school are envious of your figure and you make all the boys nuts." 

"Hm," she reflected. "I make the girls jealous?" 

"Well, except the lesbians," I added. "You make them wet." 

She snickered. "Makes me feel better to know I have a fan club that wants to do me. But it still means you're growing up and not my little girl anymore." 

"Well, maybe not, but we can go and do all sorts of things now that we couldn't do when I was a kid," I pointed out. "And I'm looking forward to each and every one of them, mom. You're my best friend, after all." 

Her eyes went soft and she pulled me to her, hugging me close. Our thighs pressed and our breasts squashed together. Her face was next to my ear as she caressed my hair so tenderly. 

"Thank you, baby," she whispered. "I love you so much." 

"I love you too, mom," I replied softly, moving my face to look in her eyes. We were locked in one another's gaze when I did something I didn't expect- I kissed her lips. It's true, I'd given her little pecks before, like when I met her or was leaving, and even though this kiss was suitably brief, it was different from any other time we'd kissed. I don't know how, but for me it was somehow more charged. It was almost like I wasn't kissing my mom. 

It was over before we both knew it and if my mother was aware of anything in the kiss, she didn't show it. She smiled at me after we broke the kiss and then just settled back and let me rest my head on her shoulder as we stared into the twilight, the night warm and comforting. 

It was a day worth remembering. 

*** 

Nothing else happened that night and to be honest I mostly put it out of my head and went to sleep. My dreams, however, were another thing. I dreamed about mom's boobs, pressed to me, or her nipples brushing against mine. Visions of rubbing oil into her luscious skin and her parting her legs so I could see between them danced across my mind. Even just sitting next to her in the whirlpool, body to body, my head on her shoulder, it was a vivid and fanciful recall of what had transpired. 

When my alarm woke me, I realized that my heart was pattering in a certain way I associated with excitement or arousal. I stared at the ceiling and began to stir, aware of a tingling on my chest below my thin sheets. 

Were my nipples hard? 

I shifted around before pausing suddenly, a confused frown on my face. One of my hands slowly reached down between my legs... 

Morning dew? 

I was horny. But why? 

I put my forearm across my eyes as I stretched out in bed, trying to banish sleep from my body. I slowly because to recall my dreams, remembering that they were about my mother. 

What the hell? Sure, mom was super-hot, but I didn't like girls. Oh, sure, I'd practiced kissing with some girls when I was younger, spanked a girlfriend's bare butt at her birthday party and even squeezed another girl's boobs once, but I wasn't at all interested in lezzing out. I had gay friends and I had no problem whatsoever with other people's lifestyle choices; in fact, I celebrated them. But I'd always known myself to love dick. I loved how it felt in my hand, I love how it felt between my boobs, in my mouth and I especially loved how it felt stuffed deep inside my pussy or my ass. I was unapologetically, terminally hetero. 

Until last night, seemingly. 

I shook my head. This was my mom. Clearly I was just hornier than I thought. This problem was easily remedied, since there was no shortage of boys who wanted to fuck me. I'd just get some cock and all would be well. 

I giggled at the motion of being wet for my mom. Silly. I mean, yeah, she was insanely hot and deserved to be lusted after, but I was her straight daughter. Last night was just a fluke night- a little too much sun, cool water, a gentle breeze and maybe too much sun oil getting rubbed in. Completely understandable. 

I sighed as I thought of how wonderful she was to me. She was, without question, my best friend, that had not just been a platitude I had thrown her last night. I was comfortable discussing anything with her, even my sexuality and the guys I was fucking. As long as I was being careful, she was perfectly happy. She'd been the one to show me how to masturbate when that became my thing, and it wasn't awkward, because I knew my mom loved me and wanted what was best for me. 

I sat up, smiling at the thought of the woman I adored more than anyone in the world. It was Saturday and I decided to start her day off right. I'd make breakfast in bed for her. I giggled at the thought and got out of bed. I slept naked, so I threw on some panties and then a flimsy short nightie before skipping downstairs. It was early enough that I knew mom wouldn't be up yet, since Saturdays was the one day she let herself sleep in. 

I didn't go crazy with the amount of food I made, but there was some variety- pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, croissants, English muffins, a small bowl of muesli, juice, milk and strong coffee. It suddenly occurred to me that I had made too much to fit on a tray. What was I going to do? Finally I decided on sneaking upstairs with one tray full of the cold foods and then scampered down to get the tray with the hot stuff. Once I was ready, I took a deep breath, pleased with myself and prepared to knock on her door... 

I noticed it was slightly ajar, so I peeked in. 

Mom, like myself, obviously slept naked. Unlike myself, though, she was splayed out on top of her sheets, completely exposed. The rays of the sun peeked in through her diaphanous curtains, kissing her body. 

I was entranced. She was so erotic, lying there like that. Her chest slowly rose and fell, her breasts soft and inviting. Her legs were spread out, knees bent to the sides. Her pussy mound pushed up just past her lower stomach, clear for me to see. 

I pulled my face back out of sight and rubbed my hands over it, trying to grasp what was going on. Why was I noticing all this? Okay, sure, she was naked on her bed, so I was going to see things, but why was I looking so intently? 

And why was my heart fluttering again? 

I looked back in carefully. She had not moved, still sound asleep. I sucked on my tongue as I gazed at her beautiful face and her incredible body. I felt a tingle and without realizing it, my hand moved to my breast, caressing it through my see-through nightie. I shivered as I realized what I was doing. More than that, I found I was also getting wet. I stopped and got control of myself. Her breakfast would get cold if I didn't straighten myself out. I'd work out what was happening later. 


Sapphic Serenity Ch. 01



"Mom?" I said quietly as I pushed open her door with my shoulder and made my way into the room with one of the trays. I paused at the side of her bed, drinking in the sight of her. It almost took my breath away. I squeezed my eyes shut and put the tray down near the bottom of the bed, sparing myself half a second to take an intent look at her womanhood, since it was now a mere arm's length away. 

Oh my God... was she wet? 

I quietly hurried from the room and got the other tray of food. I had to wake her up before I lost my mind. I gripped the handles tight as I stood near her head. I looked up at the ceiling for a moment, composing myself and then did what I had come to do. 

"Mom? Wake up, sleepyhead, I brought you breakfast. Mom, wake up..." 

There was a dreamy moan for a moment and then she stirred. I kept my gaze squarely locked on her face, not daring to look anywhere else, in case she opened her eyes and saw me ogling her. She stretched her arms over her head as she elongated her body, the feet coming perilously close to where I'd set the cold food tray. Thankfully, she didn't knock it over. 

Finally her eyes fluttered open. Her head turned slowly and she saw me and smiled. "Well, hello." 

"Hi," I said, relieved she was awake but now feeling somewhat awkward. "Like I said to your sleeping self, I brought you breakfast." 

She beamed a lovely and grateful smile at me, her eyes shining at my thoughtfulness. "Oh, darling, you shouldn't have." 

"I haven't made you breakfast in forever," I chided, placing the tray down for a moment to get the other one at the foot of the bed. "You're the best mom anyone's ever had, so of course I should make you breakfast in bed once in a while." 

I had found a tall, folding table to rest the one tray on while she sat up, crossing her legs and then rotating her neck sensually. I did my best not to stare. Finally she smiled at me brightly. "Well, whatever it is I did to deserve this 'awesome mom' treatment, remind me to keep it up." 

Her eyes lit up when she saw the spread I'd made for her. "Bron, this is wonderful!" she said with a note of excitement. "All my favourite foods!" 

I nodded as I sat down on the edge of the bed, not far from her, one leg tucked underneath me and smiled. "I know, that's why I made them." 

"But you made so much," she observed, looking at everything and seemingly not knowing where to begin. "Your faith in my appetite-" 

"Is quite justified," I interrupted, smirking at her. "I know how you eat when no men are looking." 

She blushed. "Well, as long as none of them find out." 

"And I made enough that if you don't finish everything, I can. You're not the only one with a big appetite when the boys aren't around." 

"Fair enough," she declared, picking up the coffee cup and taking a stiff slurp. "Mmmmm, just what I needed." 

"I, uh..." I said somewhat awkwardly, trying not to blush. "Do you... want to put on anything before you dig in?" 

"Hell no," she snorted, giving me a wry look over the rim of her coffee mug. "My room, my rules. And my rule is that I can bloody-well stay naked in my own room." 

I laughed. What else could I do? What I did next came as something of a shock to me, and if it fazed my mother, it was so brief a moment that I would have missed it except for a look in her eyes. I took my nightie and pulled it over my head, exposing my chest. I then pulled down my panties (praying she wouldn't notice the distinct wet spot) and threw them both aside. I grinned at her and she laughed. 

"Nudist breakfast," she mused, moving to the eggs, bacon and sausage. "Not many houses you'll find that in around here." 

"Hey, we spend enough time naked in the backyard, seems kinda silly to be clothed in the house, right?" I offered, enjoying the banter that trivialized our mutual nakedness. 

"You're absolutely correct," she declared as she powered through the protein plate of her breakfast. "That being said, I declare this house a no-clothes zone, as long as no outsiders are around." 

I raised an eyebrow in amusement. "So, what, we just ditch threads for the weekend, unless we go out or someone visits?" 

"Damn skippy," she said, nodding. "We're two adult women in our own domicile, we should be able to do whatever the hell we want. As the mom and ruling head of the household, this is my decree." 

"Sounds good to me." I agreed, lying back on her bed below her feet and stretching my arms over my head, my knees hanging off the side. It felt so good to stretch out on her bed, since my mom used satin sheets. I closed my eyes and wondered if my mom was looking at my body while I lay here exposed to her. 

"Don't be silly," I said to myself. "She's a grown woman who likes men, she has no interest in her teenage daughter or her weird fantasies and issues." 

"Gawwwwd, I love your bed," I purred as I moved my back around on the sheets and squirmed my butt. "It's so big and comfy." 

She giggled. "A lot bigger than I need. It's the size of the bed your father and I had, I always wanted to feel like there was room for him, even if he wasn't around anymore." 

I nodded, not bothered by what might have been a sad sentiment. She and I had cried out our pains together a long time ago. Now all we were left with was loving memories of the greatest dad who ever lived. He was still with us, in a manner of speaking, and we both felt it. 

"Maybe we should get you a different bed, a bigger one?" she asked as she worked through her muesli. "Complete with satin sheets? We can afford it no problem." 

I smiled at her. "I dunno, it's not like I really need it. Not like I bring boys around that often, after all." 

Mom laughed. "Well, I didn't mean it quite like that, but since you're a woman now, I thought you might just need some more room to call your own." 

"We'll discuss it," I said, shrugging. "My bed's plenty big for my needs, not really a priority, you know? I just like being able to stretch out on your bed once in a while, when I come to visit." 

"And squirm your sexy little cheeks all over my satin sheets, I see," she observed with a wry grin. "Just don't get them sticky, okay?" 

"Ew, mom!" I laughed, making a show of covering my breasts with my hands and pulling my knees up to my chest, a modesty I certainly did not actually feel. "You're such a perv!" 

"Good of you to notice, darling..." she said nonchalantly, continuing to forge her way through my food offerings. I whooped with sudden laughter as she snaked a foot over and tickled my ribs with her toe. Nothing spilled and she stopped tickling me, thankfully. I turned on my side to face her, smiling and just relaxing. Her long, wavy brown hair spilled down her back, exactly like mine, except much darker. I loved brushing her hair and she often reciprocated, something we did about once a week. 

"So now that you are out of school, should we just brush one another's hair every night if we're both in?" she asked casually, as if she had been reading my mind. "I'll understand if you feel like you've got better things to do than hang with mom." 

"Actually, I really like that idea," I said with complete honesty. "I love brushing your hair and I think you like doing mine." 

"I have ever since you were little," she replied, smiling at me. "We could do that all summer, if you like. Any night when we're both here, let's spoil one another- hair, nails, rubdowns, that sort of thing." 

"Ooh, rubdowns, is it?" I teased, smiling slyly. 

She shrugged. "Why not? We put sunscreen on one another all the time and it's better than getting felt up by some perv in a salon, right?" 

"Unless he's a cute perv." I corrected. "Gotta make exceptions for the cute ones." 

"Or the ones with the truly amazing hands and big dicks," she added. "Pity there aren't more of them." 

I laughed again. "God, mom, are you telling me you'd fuck a guy giving you a massage in a salon or at the gym if he had a big dick?" 

"Why not?" she said flippantly. "I'm careful. Okay, I have yet to come across a monster like the one your father had swinging between his legs, but still, never look a gift cock in the mouth." 

I had my hand clamped over my mouth, because I was giggling so hard. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes as I tried to restrain myself. I couldn't believe my mom was saying this. 

"Hey, you tell me all the time that I'm still young," she reasoned. "I know I don't look my age, I look like I'm in my mid-twenties, and I have worked hard to keep that up. Why shouldn't I reward myself with a fine slab of meat once in a while?" 

"Of course, you should," I wheezed, trying to get my voice back. "It's just not something you expect to hear from your mom, I guess. Well, let me rephrase- you're the only mother I know of, anywhere, who can have that conversation with her daughter and for it to not be really weird." 

"So me talking about getting my cunt stuffed doesn't bother you?" she asked as she gulped back her orange juice. 

I shrugged. "Does me talking about getting my cunt stuffed bother you?" 

"Nope," she said plainly. "Why would it? It's nice to have girl talk now and then." 

I reflected on the fact that my mom, in spite of her youth and vigour, did not have many friends of either gender. People knew she was a widow and women, well, women of just about any age were jealous of her looks and the fact that she was very well-off and could essentially retire. I don't think she cared that much, but like me, she was a social creature and interaction was welcome, as long as it wasn't tedious. 

I waited for a few more minutes while she finished off all the food, looking very pleased with herself. She gazed at all the empty plates and sighed. 

"Yeah," she said finally. "That's gonna cost me a lot of time on the elliptical." 

"Unless you manage to fuck it all off," I quipped, causing her to giggle. "Here, let me get all this out of the way..." 

I gathered up the debris from her breakfast and brought it back down to the kitchen. Normally I would have just put everything away right then, but opted against it, since mom was waiting back upstairs, doubtless still naked. I pushed it all next to the sink and then made my way back to her room. She was lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, with a forearm against her head. 

"Am I interrupting some deep thought?" I asked as I entered. 

"No, darling, not at all, I was expecting you back, of course," she said, patting the edge of the bed with her hand. "Thank you so much for such a considerate gesture." 

"Happy to do it," I replied as I said down where she indicated, one leg tucked underneath me again. "It was almost the first thought I had when I woke up this morning. You're so great, mom, and I know I don't show my appreciation often enough." 

"Oh, baby," she cooed, pulling me down gently by the arm and hugging me to her. It felt like my heart was thundering in my chest and I was hoping she wouldn't notice. My body was now stretched out next to hers, her comforting arms around me and my breasts pressed to her side. "You are too wonderful, you know that? No one's ever had a better daughter." 

"Thanks." I whispered softly, wanting desperately to hug her back but not sure if I should, given our nudity. Unable to bear the uncertainty, I bit the bullet and put my arms around my mom, pulling us even closer. She hummed and turned herself sideways to meet me, snuggling our bodies together. My breasts squashed into hers, my belly pressed against hers and our hips touching. Her face, so close to mine, her beautiful face. 

"My beautiful baby girl," she said gently, stroking my cheek as she looked into my eyes lovingly. "Could you be more perfect?" 

She kissed my forehead, my eyes, my nose and finally my lips before she closed her eyes, seeming to settle into some sort of sleep or at least state of rest. Her chest pressed to mine as she breathed and I had no clue how I was going to keep from exploding right there on the spot. 

But then I felt her fingers on the back of my head, stroking through my hair and caressing my neck, just like she'd done when I was little. It calmed me down and all of a sudden I was comfortable and happy. Loved and contented. A deep calm came over me as well and I kissed her lips gently before drifting off, just as she'd done. 

*** 

When I finally woke up, we were still lying in our embrace. Mom, always s a heavier sleeper than dad or myself, seemed to still be out cold. Although I didn't move, I became acutely aware of my physical state- I wasn't just horny, I was wet. And I wasn't just wet, I was fucking sloppy-wet. I could feel my lubrication on my inner thighs. My nipples, still pressed into mom's, were hard as rocks. Her hand was still on the back of my head and kept me gently pinned to her. 

I didn't know what to do. I hated the notion of waking her, especially if she saw me in my current condition. But if I stayed like this, eventually she would wake up and notice anyway. 

Oh my God, what the hell would I do? 

There was nothing for it. I had to extricate myself from her embrace and get out of the room. Slowly, gently, I eased myself out of her arms and then moved my body away from hers. Thankfully, her bed is so plush that it doesn't creak at all when you move on it, so she remained undisturbed. I crept out of the room and made my way next door to my own room, shutting the door. Still naked, I collapsed on my bed, rubbing my hands over my face. 

Without another word, I leaned over and opened one of the drawers on my nightstand. I pulled out one of the bigger vibrators I kept inside and spread my legs wide. I didn't even need to lube it because I was so damned wet. 

I exhaled loudly as I pressed the dildo all the way inside me without a second thought. Once it was in, I turned the dial at the bottom of it and brought the device up to full power. I clenched my teeth and my body stiffened as I moved it back and forth inside me, my pussy greedily swallowing the offering. 

"Jesus..." I grunted as I relived the sensations of my mother's body pressed to mine, her tits squashing into me, her flat belly caressing mine. It felt like I couldn't move the vibe fast enough, the aching need I felt in my core was insane. My free hand began to work my clit furiously, massaging in mad circles, even as I fucked myself. My breasts shook back and forth on my chest as I rocked heavily, my only intent to cum as hard and as quickly as possible. Normally I liked to tease myself, but this was not one of those times. Crossing the finish line to deal with the thoughts and images was all that mattered. 

My body went rigid as I pushed the dildo as far up inside my cunt as I could. I shook uncontrollably as explosions of light and tidal waves of unreal pleasure crashed over me. I hoped I wasn't screaming out loud, because I couldn't really tell. I'd seen myself on video in the throes of a massive orgasm, so if I looked anything like that, I'd be lucky if I didn't break the bed or bash myself unconscious from my head hitting the wall. 

I collapsed finally, my entire body shuddering in ecstasy and from the exertions. I left the dildo inside me, still vibrating, because I was too exhausted to do try and get it out. Except for the wet blossoming of pleasure that continued to spread out from my pussy, I was completely limp. 

For the moment, I was sated. 

I didn't bother to try and think of why all this was happening. My brain was, currently, more scrambled than the eggs my mother had eaten. There was no point whatsoever in trying to parse anything out, so I just let myself go and fell into a deep slumber. 

I don't know how much later it was when I woke, but the vibrating in my pussy had stopped. I'd been out long enough to kill the battery, apparently. My eyes opened heavily and focused on something standing over me. I blinked and my mother came into view. Still naked, she was standing there with her hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised quizzically. 

"Had an itch that needed scratching, did you?" she quipped. 

I groaned and put my pillow over my face. Could this get any more awkward? 

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Sapphic Serenity Ch. 02



Disclaimer and Author's Note: All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise. 

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Chapter 2- Getting In The Spirit 

The weekend was surprisingly tame, considering that we spent all our time together in the house, naked and brushing one another's hair. We seemed to have lapsed into a routine of comfort, or at least I finally joined my mom there, because that's where she already was from the looks of it. 

We sunbathed and swam, ate light meals and talked. We watched movies snuggled under a light sheet on the couch and I was pleased to note that I did not experience any more of the peculiar arousal I'd felt that last night and following morning. There were a few brief hugs, but no further kisses, except for pecks on the cheek. Had she noticed my awkwardness? Was it her who had changed how things felt for my benefit? To be honest, I couldn't tell. 

It was Sunday afternoon. We'd had a light lunch on the patio and take a nap in the lawn chairs. Mom woke me and asked if I wanted to do some yoga with her in the downstairs gym. I shrugged and acquiesced happily, since I loved a good yoga workout. It didn't bother me that we were both still naked, I seemed to have acclimated to that particular situation. 

Well, I thought I had. 

Down to the basement we went. It was a large, well-lit space with various workout machines, mirrors on the wall, a heavy bag, a speed bag and mats on the floor. Standing in the middle of the room, we began by helping one another stretch. It sorta came out of nowhere, but I began to notice her body again, in that weird way I had the other night. Her athletic, curvy figure, flat stomach and incredible breasts just sang to me. Seeing her perfect ass when she bent over to touch her toes made my mouth dry. Her pussylips peeked out from just below the cheeks, a secret that I yearned for. 

Mom then smiled and faced me, lowering herself down into a perfect split, her feet out to the side and pointing up. Her flexibility was amazing, but I know she'd always been that way, it was something I had inherited, much to my delight. She smiled up at me and took my hands, tugging down on them ever so gently and encouraging me to imitate her. 

I smiled and did my own splits, now mirroring her, my hands in hers. Our bodies were so close I could feel her warmth, our nipples less than half an inch from touching. 

"You okay like this?" she asked cheerfully. I nodded readily enough, hoping she wouldn't notice me biting the inside of my lip. We clasped one another's forearms, as we had countless times before in this position, the only difference being that we'd always been wearing unitards or something before. I was so acutely aware of her magnificent body that I didn't always hear what she was saying to me. We began rotating out torsos slowly, holding one another for support. Stretching out our obliques and our lower backs, it was a good warm up. The problem was, I was afraid I was getting heated. 

Our bodies moved closer, millimeter by millimeter, while we did the slow stretch. I don't know why it happened, but I am pretty sure it wasn't my mother who initiated it. Had I really wiggled my body closer to hers? Why, when we were so close already? 

I could feel my feet and inner legs pressed to hers now. It took every shred of will to not tremble at the contact. As I rotated myself so that my head was hanging back, the last distance between us closed... 

My pussy pressed to hers. 

I know I shivered. Pretty damn sure mom did too. Who the hell wouldn't have? She pulled me gently upright and our breasts met. We stared into one another's eyes while our hands glided up to rest on each other's upper arm. Breast to breast, stomach to stomach and pussy to pussy, our faces inches apart, we stayed put for an indeterminate amount of time. I'd never felt anything like it in my entire life. 

Please, God, don't let me get wet. Please, God, don't let me get wet... 

Mom was the one who finally spoke, breaking the thunderous silence. In her typical fashion, she smiled and put me somehow (or at least somewhat) at ease. The back of her hand came up and caressed my cheek gently. 

"Guess we didn't quite think this through," she said in a soft voice. "Are... are you alright?" 

I nodded. Well, I barely moved my head, but it was supposed to be a nod, my eyes never leaving hers. 

"Sorry, if this is weird, baby," she added, a glimmer of worry in her eyes. "I really didn't-" 

"It's fine, mom," I breathed, amazed to hear my own voice. "You're my mom, nothing with you is weird." 

Neither of us seemed to know what to say for a few moments that felt like a few thousand years to me. Was my completely naked body really pressed to my completely naked mother's? How the hell did this happen if neither of us planned it? 

"It's okay," I said again, assuring her as I put my arms around her and hugged her tight. "You're my mom and I love you." 

If I thought our bodies couldn't press any closer once I had hugged her, I soon found myself proven wrong, because she hugged me back. Our breasts were fully squashed into one another, bellies flat together. Our hairless pussies kissed, sending an electric tingle though me and I hoped I didn't shudder too obviously at it. 

"I love you too, darling," she murmured, her lips next to my ear as she stroked my long blonde hair. "I'd never hurt you. It's so unusual... your body feels so much like mine..." 

"Well, I am your daughter," I whispered back, knowing what she meant because I felt it too. "We know how alike our bodies are. It's very..." 

There was a brief pause as we both found the word we wanted to use. 

"Comforting." 

We'd both said it and we both meant it. When this moment ended, I had no idea what would happen, but that was a million years away to me right then. We'd figure it out. 

"Do you mind staying like this?" she asked softly, her lips to my ear. "I won't mind if you don't." 

"I want to," I replied, hearing my own voice and being amazed by the response. "I don't mind at all." 

She then brought her head back and looked at me, her eyes cheerful again. Her resilience was so inspiring to me that I felt better right that moment. 

"Well, might as well see what we've gotten ourselves into," she quipped, giving me a peck on the nose and then looking down at our boobs, squashed together so comfortably. 

"Best... pillows... ever..." she declared, rubbing her tits back and forth against mine. I giggled and did the same, our nipples dueling and sending incredible tingles and thrills through me. I know it was having an effect on her too, because her little buds hardened up, just like mine were. 

"I'm no lesbian, but I'm pretty sure I'd never get tired of rubbing my boobs like this," she mused, looking down at the tight canyon our mountains formed. She then looked around the side of my body and down. "And that amazing little butt of yours..." 

She reached down and grabbed the cheeks in her hands, giving them a squeeze as she pulled me closer. I laughed and squirmed, reaching behind to do the same to her. We were so busy squeezing one another's butt cheeks, I don't think we dared to notice how mashed together our cunts were. The lips sort of met and mingled and our clits may have brushed and pressed. But we didn't dare notice. We didn't dare. 

We laughed as we writhed and wrestled for a little, bleeding away the tension, even if we were secretly getting ourself worked up. Her skin was warm, and quite a bit damper than it should have been for the small of amount of exercise we'd done. Not that I could judge, because my skin was pretty flushed as well, with a thin sheen of sweat to mark my condition. 

We finally settled down, returning to hugging one another but staying as close as we could. Our chests were heaving and I could feel her heart fluttering in her chest, just as she could no doubt feel mine. She finally sighed and then moved somewhat, slinging one of her legs over mine and then taking my other leg and wrapping it gently around to rest at her behind. Scissored together like this, we had much more support than when we'd been in the splits. Body to body still, we began just caressing one another's hair, arms and back, pressing our foreheads together, trying to compose ourselves. I'd given up on hoping she wouldn't notice I was wet, which was fine, because I was acutely aware of her pussy being rather sticky too. 

"One of the stranger workouts I've had in my time," she said finally, sighing and smiling at me. "Worked up a sweat and need a shower now, even though we didn't do any yoga." 

"Yeah, that was kind of a bust, no pun intended," I quipped, smirking at her and squirming my boobs a little to emphasize my joke. She giggled and nodded. "We'll try again later, I guess. I'll shower down here, you can use the upstairs one, right?" 

I nodded readily, not sure why I felt a tinge of disappointment. I'd showered with mom before, at the gym or in the backyard before swimming. Maybe this was her subtle way of saying some space was required so we could safely extricate ourselves from this situation? I knew she was wet, did she need to masturbate? 

"Okay, darling, a kiss and then we get up..." she declared, her mind made up. I nodded and pressed my lips to hers without hesitation. She kissed me back, our arms wrapped tight around one another. Our mouths may have opened very slightly, but nothing serious, like tongue or anything. It lasted a good six seconds and she broke the kiss and beamed at me. 

"Nice," she mused, licking her lips quickly, as if to taste them. "Been a while since anyone's kissed me that good." 

"I was about to say the same thing," I agreed, releasing her and standing. "No guy I've kissed at school has been that good." 

"Well I'm flattered," she said humbly, placing a delicate hand on her collarbone. "And to be honest, I can't even consider it a waste, baby. You're a wonderful kisser." 

"Thanks, mom, your are too." I said easily. "Okay, off I go." 

I turned and made my way out of the exercise room while my mom headed to the shower that was off the side of the gym. I don't know why I did, but I paused. I stood silently at the bottom of the stairs for a few moments until I heard the water running. Slightly against my own will, I crept back and moved over to the side of the shower room. Inside, I could make out my mom's lovely body on the other side of the glass. 

I watched as she showered the sweat off her body, then used a loofah and moisturizer all over. Kneeling beside the corner, I stared intently, ready to dart out of view in case she turned around. I watched her hands rub the lotion into her amazing behind and felt that naughty tingle that I had no business feeling. I pulled my head back out of sight as she turned around partially, leaning forward against the back wall and letting the strong shower jet splash and dance off her ass cheeks. Slowly I looked around again, relieved that she hadn't seen me. 

I thanked her silently for buying the anti-fogging glass for the shower door, since I could see her clearly, except for the water droplets spattered across it and a layer of steam. Her eyes were closed as she let the water beat down on her, her back curved down to present her cheeks as an offering. I bit my lip as she squirmed beneath the jet. One of my hands glided over my breasts, giving them a massage and pinching my nipples before traveling further down, finally reach my sticky puss. I teased the lips as I watched her, sliding a finger up and down between them. The delicious shiver nearly made me sigh loudly, but I restrained myself. 

One of mom's hands began caressing her breasts. She let out a low moan and then moved the hand down between her legs. She shuddered as she played with herself, her neck arching. I matched her technique, now sliding my fingers inside my pussy, eyes still locked on her. God, it felt so good. Watching her pleasure herself was the most erotic thing I'd seen in my whole life. 

She turned around and faced the jet now. Leaning her upper back against the wall, she tilted her hips forward, letting the jet now pound her pussy directly. She moaned and panted, massaging her lips and clit, her other hand clutching her breasts or tweaking her nipples. I shuddered as I noticed that I did things just like she did. 

We pleasured ourselves the same way. 

Mom was panting louder and louder as she fucked herself furiously. I was a sticky mess as I did the same, digging three fingers into my cunt while teasing my clit. Finally she couldn't take any more and let out a long, low moan. She collapsed onto her ass, still rubbing her pussy furiously as she came, the jet pounding her. 

I let out a (hopefully) silent scream as I came right after her, my pussy bubbling over with my juices, bathing my fingers. I bent forward, resting my head against the gym mat, squirming and writhing almost uncontrollably. I was cumming so hard... 

I laid quietly for several moments, unable to move. Slowly I opened my eyes, focusing on my mom. She was still sitting in the shower, letting the water bombard her, her lovely breasts rising and falling slowly. Apparently she'd cum every bit as hard as I did. 

Then she started to stir. 

I quietly and as quickly as I could pushed myself to my hands and knees, taking a moment to regain my equilibrium. Then I rose and turned to pad away before she got out, grimacing slightly as I stepped in a sticky droplet of my own cum. I hoped she wouldn't notice. That would be really awkward to explain. 

*** 

Up to my room I went and then into the bathroom to take a shower. I kept the water cool, to help myself calm down, the cascade sending welcome relief to my overheated body. It pattered down on my face when I heard my mom at the entrance to the bathroom. 

"Honey?" she called quietly. "You still in the shower?" 

"Yeah, mom," I replied, hoping I sounded casual. "Hannah called when I came up, so I didn't get in right away." 

Oh, okay," she said simply. "What did she call for?" 

I paused for a second, having not expected her to make an inquiry as to the nature of my fabricated phone call. "She... just wanted to know if I wanted to go to a movie later." 

"Ah," she mused. "You gonna go?" 

"I said you and I were having mom-daughter time," I answered, glad I didn't have to lie about that. "She understood, so yeah, skipping going out." 

"Oh, that's so sweet of you," she said cheerfully as she came in, still standing by the door. Thankfully, the glass on this shower stall was frosted, so she could only see a blurred outline of me. "But you didn't have to do that if you really wanted to go." 

"Oh, no, mom," I said with complete honesty. "I'm having an amazing weekend with you. This is exactly what I want to be doing." 

"Thank you, baby," she purred, clearly pleased. "Dammit, I have to pee. Mind if I?" 

"No, go ahead," I said simply, not bothered by it. "'sides, not like I've never seen you pee before." 

This was true enough. We had a cottage up north and if we were walking around in the woods it wasn't uncommon for us to just pop a squat as the need came and pee. 

"So what else shall we do tonight?" she asked as she seated herself. "Pop in a movie? Board game?" 

I thought about it for a moment, pausing as I cleansed myself. "How about the air hockey table? Been ages since we did that." 

"Oh, that does sound fun," she mused, sounding pleased. "Let's do that, shall we? I've got some craft beer in the fridge and tequila, we can get shit-faced and play air hockey!" 

She finished up and left without another word, leaving me to conclude my badly-needed shower. I dried off and almost got dressed before remembering this was our naked weekend. I finally went down to the game room and found mom there, having already set up the beer, tequila and snacks, which consisted of tortilla chips with spicy salsa and mango slices. She was just firing up the air hockey table when I arrived, winking at me as I walked in. 

"Ready to have your cute little ass handed to you, darling?" she asked, her eyes bright with excitement and amusement. "Even your dad couldn't beat me at air hockey, and he was Canadian." 

"We'll just see about that," I replied as I approached, taking up my little air hockey paddle and staring at it for a moment. "Are they just called paddles?" I asked quizzically. 

"I think the technical term is 'mallet', at least that's what your dad told me," mom answered, putting her hand over various sections of the surface to see if the air was blowing. "So what do you say? Beer is for drinking, but you do a tequila shot every time the other person scores?" 

"Fair enough," I answered, shrugging. I'd have been just as happy to take a shot if I scored, but mom planned this all out after I suggested it and if there was one thing mom knew how to do, it was make sure people had fun. "Who goes first?" 

"I'll put the puck in the center and it'll just drift to whomever it wants, I guess," she said. "That's as fair as it gets." 

She then came around from her side of the table and offered me her hand. "May the best air hockey player win." 

"Thanks, I will." I said, smirking. She giggled and leaned in, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. Our breasts bumped together, but neither of us showed any sign of noticing. She then wiggled back to her own side and picked up the puck. She carefully placed it down in the middle of the table and we watched intently as is slowly drifted across the surface... 

Mom's hand flashed out and her paddle smacked the puck. Before I was ready it had shot past my defense and down into the goal pocket. I look up at her wide-eyed and she grinned. "Take your shot, darling." 

I sighed and poured myself a shot, picking up a lemon wedge while I was at it. I knocked back the shot, grimacing for a moment as I chewed on the lemon wedge. Mom giggled as she watched, leaning on her hands on her side of the table. 

"Not gonna make this easy for you, babe," she said casually, winking. "You wanna win, you're gonna have to earn it." 

"It was only one goal," I retorted, putting down the shot glass. "Wouldn't be the first time in history someone came back from a one goal deficit, you know..." 

"Deeds, not words, baby." 

I nodded and retrieved the puck from the pocket and set it on the surface before looking down the table. I couldn't help but notice my mom's lovely, big full breasts hovering over her end, her hands spread wide enough to make sure they were prominent. 

"You trying to distract me with your tits?" I asked, trying to frown but failing. 

"Moi?" she asked innocently, looking up at the ceiling as if she were wearing a halo. "Would I ever do anything like that?" 

"I've done it to distract people, so I'm pretty sure you would." I replied. "Arms out to the sides? Tits squarely in everyone's vision. Yeah, I've mastered that tactic." 

"Oh," she said, pretending to look embarrassed. She moved her arms closer to the center , now using them to squeeze her boobs together, making them look bigger and even more amazing. "Better?" 

I sighed and returned my attention to the table, watching the puck slowly drift around... 

I shot it and banked it off a side, but mom was ready and sent it back. I caught it and returned fire. The puck clacked back and forth between us about ten times before it clattered its way into her goal. 

"Yes!" I said triumphantly, jumping in the air, all thoughts of humility forgotten. Mom laughed as my tits bounced. "Still convinced this is gonna be easy there, mom?" 




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"Apparently not, that was a good exchange," she answered, pouring herself some tequila and knocking it back easily before putting the lemon wedge in her mouth. "Let's just hope you can keep this interesting for me." 

We each scored a couple of more goals, forcing us to take shots. We had also been drinking steadily from our beer bottles and rarely remembered the chips and salsa. I was feeling pretty good before long, having the kind of buzz that made me silly. I began grandstanding, doing weird things like shooting the puck from under my free arm or turning backwards and trying to hit it while facing away. My mother whooped with laughter as she hit the puck and it flipped off the table, smacking me between the tits. 

We both stopped and laughed hard, our being rather drunk making it funnier than it ought to have been. Then again, what wasn't funny about naked air hockey? I squished my tits together and slipped the puck into the top, loudly asking how funny would it have been if it had gotten stuck that way. Mom laughed as she slinked up to me, bent over my cupped breasts and took the puck out with her teeth. She screeched with shock and laughter as I smacked her ass while she walked back to her end. 

"Is there a prize or a punishment at the end?" I asked somewhat unsteadily, my speech a little slurred. We'd done about several shots each and drank three or four beers apiece, with little food. It was the right stage of pleasant drunk where everything was great and anything seemed like a good idea. "There.. there ought to be a prize or punishment for winning or losing the game." 

Mom thought for a moment, her own cognitive functions somewhat hazed, seemingly. Good to know I wasn't alone. "Like what?" 

"Iono," I replied, looking around the game room for ideas. We were already naked, so we couldn't do a strip-tease. Then I saw the full-sized pool table. 

"Loser has to... loser puts the pool cue inside herself." I declared, wondering if I'd really said that. Who the hell was I when I was drunk? 

Mom's eyes widened for a moment before she turned her head to look over at the pool table and the long wooden cue resting on it. "I don't know if I'm that drunk. So, what, you just... you just have to slide it in or do you have to fuck it?" 

I shrugged. "What do you think?" 

"I think I'm not that drunk yet," she murmured. "Even if I lost." 

She straightened herself and walked around the table, bringing the tequila and her shot glass. 

"If we're gonna bet that, I'd better get ripped now," she said, pouring herself a shot. "C'mon, you too." 

I nodded and allowed her to fill my shot glass. She smiled and we hooked our arms though one another's before downing the shots. This was followed by another and pretty soon my mother was leaning back against the air hockey table to support herself. I was leaning onto her to keep from falling over, our bodies pressed together. Our tits squashed and our hips met, but we were both getting so drunk that we didn't really care. We were drunk enough to be breathing somewhat heavily as we looked at one another. 

Mom held up the bottle, scowling as she noticed it was a single shot shy of empty. "Shit... we drank a lot. Save the last shot for the loser?" 

I shook my head vigorously. "No... split it..." 

Mom nodded and put the bottle to her lips, tilting her head back and draining the contents. She then looked at me for a moment, her mouth containing the remaining tequila. She pressed her mouth to mine in what was almost a kiss and passed around half of the alcohol into my waiting mouth. We both swallowed but kept our lips pressed together, kissing. Our arms wrapped around one another to steady ourselves until I lurched away, taking up my position at my end of the hockey table. Mom somehow made it back to hers and supported herself unsteadily. She looked at me with blurry eyes. 

"Who's winning?" 

I shook my head. I had no idea. 

"Okay, uh... next goal wins? Loser gets a pool cue in the cunt." 

I nodded. I don't know why I was so excited about this idea. Sober me would have thought it was stupid, or at least crazy. 

"Alright," mom said, trying to ready herself. "Give it to me..." 

I tried to focus on the puck-thing and shoot. The puck scattered off the side and I had thrust my arm too far forward. I flopped onto the table, not moving for several seconds as I tried to figure out what had happened. Mom was howling with laughter, pulling herself along the table edge to reach me. She helped me right myself as much as I could be righted, holding my face in her hands and looking into my eyes, her own glinting with drunken mirth. 

"Oh, baby," she giggled. "You're so fucked up..." 

"Still gonna beat you," I slurred, knowing she was in no better shape than I was. "You'da been the one takin' the digger if you'd been shootin'..." 

"s'true," she admitted, trying to hold me steady. "You sure you wanna continue?" 

"I'm fine," I said, holding her by the waist. "My tits broke my fall." 

She giggled and caressed my boobs for several moments as if to soothe them before giving each one a kiss. She then made sure I was alright before returning to her side. I steadied myself and tried again. 

I focused everything I had and shot the puck. I don't know if it was intentional, but my mom missed it. Yes, she was shit-faced, so it totally could have been legit. The puck clattered into her goal and there was a very loud silence for several seconds as we realized I'd won and what that meant. 

Mom moved first, reaching over to her bottle of beer and knocking it back. "Really hope I'm drunk enough for this..." she warbled as she turned and began to make her way to the pool table. I followed her, leaning on the air hockey table for support until I had to walk the distance to the other surface. I made it without falling down, joining mom in leaning against the bigger, even sturdier surface. 

"You won, baby," she breathed. "Fair's fair. You're a big girl and I'd've made you go through with the bet since it was your idea." 

I almost told her that she didn't have to, but I didn't. In my current state, I really wanted to see this. That and my mother never backed down from a bet, it was why she almost never made them. She slowly hoisted herself onto the pool table, with me providing support by taking her ass cheeks and pushing gently. With an exhale, she finally sat on the edge, her legs dangling over the side. 

"There you are..." she mumbled, picking up the pool cue that was already resting on the table and staring at it like it had been lost for a long time. "Y'ready to become good friends?" 

"Issat the right one to use, mom?" I asked unsteadily. "We've... there's one with a completely smooth, rounded wooden end on the rack..." 

She turned her head and looked where I pointed. "Oh... yeah, that'd be better. Can y'get it for me?" 

I lurched around the table and reached, retrieving the aforementioned cue and brought it back. She examined the bottom end closely, nodding as she noted the blunt end and solid varnish that exposed no wood. It wasn't the best-balanced cue for actually playing pool, but doubtless the best choice for what was going to happen now. 

"Are you... gonna be okay to put that in?" I asked uncertainly. 

She nodded. "I get pretty sloppy wet when I'm drunk," she replied, reaching down with her free hand and pressing it against her pussylips, giving them a rub. She then showed me her hand, glistening and sticky. "See?" 

I nodded and pressed my own hand between my legs and pulled it back up to examine it. "Huh. Guess I do too..." 

I couldn't really recall ever being wet before simply because I was drunk, but I didn't get drunk that often and very rarely this drunk. If I was, I might very well have been this wet and not noticed. 

Mom pressed her sticky hand to mine, lacing our fingers together for a moment before returning her attention to the penalty. She eased the pool cue down until it rested against her slit. She toyed it back and forth for a moment, experimenting. 

"Not as thick as your dad's pool cue," she murmured, splitting her lips open with the bulbous end. "But a deal's a deal." 

She took an overhand grip of the shaft and gently pushed the tip inside. Without hesitation, I moved in front of her to get a better look, since that was an unspoken part of the bet. She pushed about an inch or two in, exhaling quietly. She let it sit for a moment, feeling things out and then pushed a little more. She had about five or six inches in before too long and she nodded. 

"Nice and hard, I'll give it that," she mused. "Wish most of the cocks available to us were this hard." 

She bit her lip as she pushed it in further still, until she had about eight inches in her. She breathed heavily and looked at me. "Now what?" 

I shrugged somewhat uncertainly. "All I said was the loser has to stick the pool cue inside. You've done that." 

She pondered what I was saying for a moment, then shook her head. "No, we're here and this is happening. No sense half-assing it, right? I'll fuck this thing until I cum. Deal?" 

I nodded, my heart now pounding in my chest at her words. Was I really going to watch my mom fuck herself until she orgasmed, with me right here? 

She took a deep breath and then began to move the cue back and forth inside herself- gently and slowly at first, but then gradually picking up a little speed, pushing a little harder. She let out a tiny moan as she did so, a sound that echoed in my very core and sent an incredible, tingling thrill through me. 

She spread her legs wider, allowing me a better view. The pool cue, which had been shiny with varnish, now glistened with her lubrication, an intoxicating sight to me. Her hand pushed it in and out rhythmically, maintaining a steady pace. 

"Oh, this isn't so bad..." she whispered, closing her eyes and losing herself in the moment, possibly forgetting she was drunk, naked and fucking a pool cue in front of her equally drunk and naked daughter. "Like a nice hard cock..." 

The cue was long, of course, as tall as either of us, and the skinny end wiggled back and forth, occasionally bumping against my hip or thigh. I ignored it and continued watching my mother, my gaze trailing over her whole body- from her beautiful face, her lovely, long hair, cascading over her sculpted shoulders to her succulent, perfect breasts and down to her trim waist, flat belly and soft hips, encasing her gorgeous pussy. Her tiny, pink inner lips pulled back and forth along the wooden cue as she fucked herself with it. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, clearly getting into it. "Feels good..." 

I could feel myself getting wetter but didn't want to start fingering myself in front of her. Yeah, she might not have noticed and probably wouldn't have cared if she did, but I still didn't, for whatever reason. I just watched intently, lost as she began squirming her hips back and forth, beginning to really enjoy herself. 

"Baby, I can't keep going like this," she murmured breathily, her head falling back for a moment to face the ceiling. "The cue, it's awkward and heavy. My wrist'll be hurting before I cum..." 

"Something I can do, mom?" I asked, my question thundering in my ears and my heart jack-hammering in my chest. 

She nodded, pausing from fucking her pussy for a moment and opening her eyes to look at me. "I'll keep fucking it, but I want you to use your body to brace it at an angle while I am sitting. I'll push my cunt up and down on it. Can you do that for mommy?" 

I nodded, her use of the word 'mommy' electrifying to my ears. She pulled it out slowly and I watched a glistening strand of her natural lubrication pull away with the blunt end. I took hold of the cue with a sense of wonderment, now that it had been deep side her. I then knelt down and braced the cue between my legs, the smaller striking end pressed at an angle to the floor. The larger end she had been fucking now rested against the table and braced by my torso, waiting for her to begin again. 

She took the end gently and moved both it and her hips around, finding just the right angle to resume. Finally she pressed it to her thick, slippery lips and then slid slowly forward. With the cue braced between my legs and my arms holding the middle section of the shaft, she found it stable enough to sink down on. She hissed as she took it in slowly, as deeply as she had before, and then a little farther. 

"Ahhhhh, fuck..." she moaned, her eyes closed, her hands gripping the edge of the pool table to steady her. She began to squirm up and down and I watched in awe as her pussy swallowed the cue greedily. She was so wet that she was starting to make sticky, smacking sounds as she fucked it. 

I shivered as my own cunt found the length of the cue and settled on it. The slender shaft split my lips and pressed on my clit. Biting my lip, I wiggled against the cue as much as I dared, without interrupting my mother's rhythm. It felt so good. 

The scent of her arousal, the musky aroma of a woman in heat, so reminiscent of my own, was so strong to me and was a heady thrill that made me squeeze my thighs tighter on the cue, jolts of pleasure sparking through my pussy and into my body as I watched her. 

She squirmed up and down the cue, taking it deeper and deeper until she was groaning. She leaned backward slightly, changing the angle of penetration and she shuddered and gasped as she writhed her hips. I could see the cue now, subtly moving beneath her taut skin at the front of her tunnel, a hypnotic thing to watch. 

She now leaned back on her elbows, looking down her trembling body as she fucked the cue, squeezing it with her strong inner muscles. I had to hold it tight to keep her from prying it loose, even though I was essentially sitting on it. I squirmed and wriggled on the cue while she fucked it, feeling the familiar warmth and tingling signals begin to build. My eyes were glued to my mother, enchanted as she was lost in ecstasy. 

"Oh, shit, baby..." she panted, sitting up again and pushing herself up and down on the cue, clearly coming close to the edge. "It's gonna be a good one. So good. Fuck..." 

"Just cum, mommy," I moaned, my own orgasm moments away. "Fuck it good and cum hard." 

"I am, baby, I-" 

She pushed down hard on the cue and then went rigid, throwing her head back. She let out a long, languorous groan and her body shuddered almost uncontrollably. She ground her hips in strong circles as she came and I gasped as she unexpectedly squirted on me. She spattered my face and chest, but even though it shocked me, I was taken over by my own orgasm, pressing down with my hips on the cue and cumming. I whimpered in pleasure as I rubbed my pussy back and forth on the cue, squeezing tighter than ever with my hips. 

My mom was gasping as she finally stopped cumming, lowering herself to the pool table and then laying back, her chest rising and falling wearily. Her skin was shining with the sweat of her exertions and she trembled as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her. I could have sworn she was mumbling softly to herself, but I wasn't sure. My head was almost spinning from my own orgasm, even if it hadn't been as intense as hers. 

I sat still for some time, catching my breath. I also didn't want to move until I was sure she was ready for me to. Instead, I just stared at her pussy, glistening with her sticky cum, still impaled on the thicker, blunt end of the pool cue. That had been, without question, the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed in my life. It was heaven. 

Finally mom stirred, shifting her body slightly and then trembling as she felt the cue still buried deep in her cunt. She moaned lightly and lifted a hand tiredly. 

"You there, baby?" she called out quietly. 

"Yes, mommy." I replied. 

"Think it's time to remove the thing I'm skewered on," she suggested, her voice sounding like she was sleep-talking. "If you can, stand up and help me get it out..." 

I leaned forward, placing one hand between her legs on the edge of the pool table, my other hand keeping the cue braced against sudden movement. Slowly, wearily, I eased myself up to a standing position. My legs were shaky, but I didn't fall over. My head was still spinning, although whether this was from cumming or because I was incredibly drunk, I cold not tell. 

"I'm up..." I said finally. 

"Okay," she said, still flat on her back but spreading her legs. "Now ease... ease the pool cue up so it's even... with my cunt... straight line. Then slowwwwly, pull it out. Go slow..." 

I nodded and lifted the cue until it was parallel with her pussy. I waited for a moment, letting her adjust to where the blunt head now sat in her. She made no demur. 

"Pulling back now..." I said softly, beginning to withdraw the cue from her in a slow, steady pull. She shivered and groaned as I did it. I watched in fascination as more and more seemed to come out of her, all of it glistening with her essence. The thick, blunt end finally came out with a wet 'pop' and she shuddered and gasped as it left her but then went still. Her hands finally came up and began caressing her breasts slowly and she hummed to herself. 

"Best time that pool cue's ever seen," she murmured, not ready to move yet. "Better believe it..." 

I brought the large end of the cue to my face, examining it through alcohol-blurred eyes. Her aroma tickled my nose, thrilling me yet again. I slowly, subtly lowered it down between my legs and teased the head against my own pussy entrance, wondering what it would be like. I then pushed the cue aside on the table, standing between my mom's legs, placing my hands on her thighs and looking at her. 

"You wanna... lie here for a bit?" I asked, my head still in a haze as I tried to focus. 

"I shouldn't," she mumbled in response. "I'll fall asleep and wake up with joint aches from hell. No, just... I dunno... can you help me sit up, baby?" 

I could try. 

I leaned forward and took her by the upper arms as gently as I could, trying to raise her up to the place where I could get an hand around under her back. She moved limply at first, but managed to prop one elbow on the table, then the other. Her head still lolled around drunkenly. She was in as bad shape as I was, which was something of a relief to me. 

Leaning further forward until my breasts were bumping against her stomach, I slowly slid my hands under her back and tried to pull her up into a sitting position. She attempted to help me but her equilibrium had not returned yet, so we were mostly relying on my muscle control. This was a bad idea as I had very little to offer just yet. I fell forward, my face planting itself between her opulent breasts. Everything went very soft and dark. 

I could hear and feel her giggling as her body jiggled around my face. "My poor baby," she cooed, amused at my predicament. I finally righted myself and took a deep breath, ready to try again. This time I kept one hand on her upper back and the other one in the small of her back and pulled slowly, gently. She eased herself off her elbows up to her hands, swaying slightly as she tried to stay steady. 

Finally she was sitting and she leaned forward, collapsing into my embrace while I hugged her. We hugged tight, tits squashed, bellies flattened and cunt to cunt once again. We both breathed heavily, weary from the exertions and just tired from alcohol. Our sticky pussylips kissed, almost glued together by our mingling cum. 

"Thank you, baby," she murmured. "Thank you for helping me get up." 

"Of course, mommy," I whispered in reply. "Are you alright?" 

"I will be," she replied in an assuring tone. "Just... kinda shit-faced, you know?" 

I giggled. "Me too." 

"You feel so nice," she said softly, her hands trailing up and down my back. "After cumming so damn hard, it's nice to feel your softness." 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 02



"I like how it feels when you touch me," I purred, my own hands trailing around her skin. "Comforting and loving." 

"That's because I love you, Bronwen," she said in the softest voice, her fingers now gently touching my cheek while she looked in my eye. "You'll always be my baby and I'll always, always love you..." 

At a moment like that, it was inevitable that we kiss again. Our lips met and we kissed lovingly. Nothing lustful, no tongues tangling or sloppy, wet open mouths, but meaningful and deep. I don't know how long it last and I didn't care. We were both so drunk that the odds of us remembering almost any of this incident when we were sober was minimal. Her body pressed to mine, her lips kissing mine was all I cared about. 

And neither of us was paying attention to our balance. 

Not sure why we tumbled to the floor, but we did. We didn't hurt ourselves at all, since the rug with a thick, plush thing, meant to be relaxed upon. We fell in a heap, yelping in surprise and then giggling as we realized what had happened. We lay still, arms still wrapped around one another as we laughed. Perhaps the jolt shook us out of our alcohol-infused dull-wittedness, but we laughed and rolled back on the floor, placing blame for the fall and tickling one another. Mom gasped as I pinched her nipple and then I screeched in shock as she reached down and tickled my taint. 

Before long we were out of breath and dizzy again, with me lying on top of her. We looked into one another's eyes for a very long moment before she placed her lips against a spot on my neck and kissed me, hard. 

"Holy shit!" I gasped as thrilling shocks jolted through my entire body. My hips pressed down, driving my pussy into hers in response to her unexpected action. She finally stopped the kiss, looked up at me and grinned. 

"Well, damn," she mused, smirking. "You're hyper-sensitive in exactly the same place on your neck as I am. A guy kisses me there and I lose control and just have to fuck him." 

"Good for the guy, but what the hell?" I exclaimed, not angry at all, just bewildered and now wetter than the Great Lakes. I'd eased up some of the pressure on her cunt with my own, but not completely. 

"I was just wondering if that was a trait that could be passed on," she answered, putting her arms over her head and stretching, pressing her tits up into mine. "Now I know." 

"We both know now." I added, shivering and trying to get control of myself. "But so what? Unless we're sharing some lucky guy, it doesn't really matter, does it?" 

She laughed. "Fair enough. Should we shower and see if we can get rid of this alcohol haze?" 

"I don't trust myself not to die if I'm standing alone," I answered, meaning it. "We'll need to share the shower." 

She considered for a moment. "The one upstairs is too far for me, darling. If we're gonna share, it's gotta be the one down here." 

I frowned. "It's barely big enough for one, forget two of us." 

"Oh, no, it can fit two," she corrected, clearly taking a moment to remember something. "Trust me on this. A little soap or moisturizer and a tall guy can fit in there with me just fine." 

I sighed and shook my head. "Perv." 

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, like you've never been in a shower with a boy." 

I blushed, refusing to answer. Mom giggled and we slowly rolled to our hands and knees before kneeling. We took several deep breaths and then supported one another as we attempted to stand. Getting shakily to our feet, we leaned on one another as we staggered toward the shower in the gym room not far away. 

Mom tried to grab two towels as she walked by but just knocked them over onto the floor. She scowled in disgust. 

"Ah, fuckit," she muttered. "Get 'em when we get out." 

She leaned in and turned on the water, waiting for the correct temperature before stepping in. She let the water cascade over her for a few seconds before opening a bottle of bodywash and working it into a lather on her skin. She the smiled and me and beckoned me in. I took a breath and stepped into the stall... 

It was tight, as I'd foretold, but this did not seem to bother her. She smiled cheerfully as she faced me, slipping her arms around me to rest her hands on my behind. For lack of anything else to do, I reciprocated, placing my hands on her cheeks. We were wedged in here pretty good. 

"Told you it would be a tight fit." I said, my face inches from hers. 

She shrugged. "I didn't say it wouldn't be, all I said was we would both fit." 

"Okay, so now what?" I asked. "We can't exactly shower like this." 

"That wasn't our intent to begin with, may I point out," she said reasonably. "We just wanted a shower to help us sober up. Who cares if we're wedged in like this? Is it uncomfortable?" 

"Well, no." 

She didn't bother responding but simply went silent, letting the water form the shower head rain down on us. I followed her example and just stood there, closing my eyes and waiting for my head to clear. My body was just a mess, thanks to the alcohol and my orgasm. It occurred to me that the reason my mother had chosen this shower was because it was so tight a fit that we ran no risk of falling over. Pretty smart of her, actually. 

"Hmmmm, the water feels good," she murmured, scratching my lower back with her fingernails. "How's my baby feeling?" 

"Still drunk," I answered. "But this feels really good too." 

She smiled and nodded, rubbing her nose against mine for a moment. Then she picked up the bottle of moisturizer again and turned it upside down over our boobs. She squeezed a long, sticky stream of it down into our mutual cleavage and then placed the bottle down. We giggled and smirked at one another as we rubbed our incredibly slippery breasts together, a wonderfully pleasant feeling. We swayed and squirmed back and forth, looking into one another's eyes. I could feel the moisturizer trickling down past our breasts and over our stomachs. I pushed my tummy forward flat to hers and moved it as well, given us both a little shiver. It felt so good. 

"Jesus," I muttered, arching my back a little to push my breasts even more into mom's. "My nipples're harder'n rocks and the water's not even cold." 

"You're like mommy, alcohol makes you a horny slut," she teased, squirming against me even more intently. "And your belly feels real nice against mommy's." 

There was no denying it, hearing her refer to herself as 'mommy' sent a naughty tingle through me. Thank God we were in a shower, so that she wouldn't noticed how fucking wet and turned on I was. And what about her? I couldn't tell if this was just her being completely drunk and without inhibitions or something else. I'd never seen her like this before, even when she was drunk. At least, I'd never noticed before. 

"Mmmm, wanna squirm our asses together?" she cooed, lost in the sensation of our bodies. I must have been really drunk, because I could not imagine this conversation ever happening under normal, sober circumstances. And at this point, fuck normal circumstances. 

I nodded and she picked up the moisturizer again. She took hold of me and slowly turned me around, making sure our bodies slid together deliciously as she did guided me. Then she did likewise, until our butts were pressed against one another. I imagine even without the lotion we could have done what we intended, but she drizzled it on anyway, pooling it on our cheeks and letting it run down the crevasse we'd formed. Then without another word, we both leaned our hands against the walls we were facing and began squirming. 

To say it felt amazing would be an understatement. It was a kind of pleasure I hope would never end at this point. Our cheeks slipped and rubbed over one another sensuously, causing us both to moan softly. It didn't matter that she was my mom. 

"So good, baby," she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear over the shower. "You like it?" 

"I do," I replied in a trembling voice. "It's wonderful." 

We rubbed for a few more minutes until we were both trembling. My fingers flexed against the tile of the shower wall. I pressed my forehead to it, trying not to gasp loudly and shamelessly. 

"Our knees, baby," mom managed to say. "Want to... kneel and do this? Might be easier..." 

I nodded hurriedly and we both slowly sunk down to our knees, managing to snake our feet by one another. We could lean forward and press back even harder now and our cheeks squashed together before we began writhing. I couldn't hold back anymore and groaned without reservation. 

"May I make myself cum, baby?" mom asked in a tone fluttering with an underlying note of pleading. "I really want to..." 

"Yes, mommy," I whimpered, knowing exactly how she felt and wanting it too. "I want to..." 

"Go ahead, Bron," she panted as she slid her fingers underneath herself and found her pussy. "Just don't stop squirming..." 

I reached down and began massaging my pussylips while grinding my slippery ass back against my mom. We both shuddered as we began pleasuring ourselves, pressing our cheeks as hard as we could while still writhing. Her fingers occasionally touched mine and we both gasped at the unexpected but also welcome contact. 

I fingered myself with great need, plunging deep inside while my other hand teased my clit. My breasts were pressed to the tile, moving back and forth against the stony, wet texture with my every swaying motion against mom. Before long we were both whimpering and panting, desperate for another release. 

"Mommy's cumming, baby!" she cried out, pressing back harder than ever. 

"Cumming, mommy!" I wailed. 

I clenched my teeth and screamed through them, lost in a tidal wave of mind-shattering pleasure. My mom's ass pressing into mine, Mom gasped and shouted my name as she came, awash in pure ecstasy like myself. We heaved and ground and pressed, everything else forgotten, our universe no bigger than this shower stall. 

I would have collapsed if there had been room. As it was, when the orgasm subsided I merely knelt there, breathing like my lungs hadn't had oxygen for weeks. Stuck against my mom, I just went limp. I think she did likewise, and I could feel the heaving of her body as she struggled to regain her breath. The world spun around me, unwilling to sit still and let me get oriented. 

Mom slowly began turning herself around and dropped on her butt on the shower floor, legs wide and the back of her head against the wall. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Her chest rose and fell, the water from above baptizing us both. I slowly did likewise, eventually sitting and facing her. I caressed my breasts with one hand while rubbing my face with the other. Our legs scissored to brace us, pussies scant inches apart. 

Neither of us said anything for some time. Neither of us could say anything. Pretty sure I was still drunk as hell, but there was also an overwhelming feeling of being completely physically spent. I could have just stayed like that in the shower if I wouldn't have drowned or froze to death once the water went cold. 

"Ohhhhh, baby..." my mom said finally, sinking further down on her back, relaxing. "That was..." 

I didn't respond, at least not verbally. All I did was mimic her, inching my way down the wall, sliding myself toward her. Our pussies finally met and we rested, content with some level of intimate contact. Her hands slowly crept over and we clasped wrists, holding one another. There was no way of knowing how much time passed, the two of us just letting the shower beat down on our nearly unconscious forms. Not like we cared, either. 

Finally, though, I felt a familiar tingle and knew my body was telling me something. 

"Gotta pee, mom..." I murmured. 

She moved her head slightly and used one hand to make a short dismissive motion. "'kay..." 

Clearly she either could not or had no intention of moving and had given me permission to do whatever I could. Since I was in no danger of moving effectively either, that left one option... 

I shivered as I began, feeling the stream immediately hit my mom's pussylips and begin splashing between us. She trembled and made a quiet noise but then began doing the same, peeing back onto me. Pussies locked together, we bathed one another, even while the shower continued to inundate us. The relief of peeing coupled with how ridiculously naughty this was made me smile, even through my drunken haze. 

We both finished finally and continued to lay there for quite some time, until the water began to cool down. With a moan of protest, my mom stirred, slowly pulling herself into a sitting position while I did likewise. She fumbled around for the handle and stopped the water. With supreme effort, she opened her eyes and tried to focus on me. 

"Getting out... might be harder than getting in was..." she breathed. "You... wanna go first? Or should I?" 

I shrugged and she sluggishly turned onto her side and made it to her hands and knees, awkwardly slung over my still-prostrate form. Trying not to jam her knees into me, she crawled over the small lip of the shower floor and out into the matted area beyond. I dutifully did the same, knowing better than to try and stand lest I smash my head open when I inevitably fell over. There was too much light everywhere, though, and I kept my eyes closed as I crawled out of the confines of the stall... 

My face squished straight into my mother's butt. She had stopped some distance outside the stall to recover the towels she had dropped earlier. She not only gasped as my forehead, nose and mouth pressed to her crack but also lurched forward, flopping down onto her front. 

"Mom?" I asked with as much audible concern as my condition allowed. "Mom, you-" 

"I'm fine, baby," came her muffled voice from inside the towel she had her face buried in. "You okay?" 

"Yes," I said, moving to her side and trying to help her get up again. "I'm fine, don't worry about me." 

"I think... we're both pretty fucked up still..." she murmured, elbows trembling at the effort of staying upright. "We'd... better sleep, baby. Sleep this off..." 

I nodded wearily, wondering how on earth I would make it to my room. 

"Just stay by my side," she intoned softly. "Even if we have to crawl... no one will see us... no shame..." 

"Yeah, hashtag noshame." I groaned. We began a slow and relentless crawl side by side, our dripping bodies shivering as she passed through the air-conditioned basement and to the stairs. With frightful groans, we started the ascent, never leaving one another. It felt like an eternity before we'd reached the halfway mark. 

"Should've... just slept... on the rug down there..." I grunted. 

"Too late now..." mom gasped, taking my wrist to help pull me up to the last step at the top. We both collapsed for a moment, breathing heavily from our exertions. That had been absolutely hellish and we both knew we weren't making it up another flight to our beds. 

"Living room?" she asked weakly, turning her head to look at me through bleary eyes. "Couches?" 

I nodded again, desperate to lay down. I'd have laid on cobblestones at this point, gladly. I just hoped I wouldn't puke on our lovely designer couches. While I was sure mom would understand, I dreaded the thought of ruining them. I'd had my cherry popped on one of those couches. 

The crawl to the living room was not quite as torturous, but still took time at the speed we were moving. Finally, though, we made it to the first of the couches and mom helped ease me onto it. I put a blanket under my soaking wet hair and wrapped myself in another to keep from damaging the furniture and lay on my side while watching mom crawl the last eight feet the opposite couch and drag herself onto it, using blankets the same way I did. She looked at me one last time and smiled dreamily. 

"G'night, baby," she whispered. "Love you..." 

"G'night, mommy," I slurred, unable to keep my eyes open a second longer. "Love y-" 

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Sapphic Serenity Ch. 03



Disclaimer and Author's Note: All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise. 

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Chapter 3- A Bridge Is Crossed 

The hangover was terrible. It rattled around between my ears feeling like there was a pinball in my brain and little devils hammering on it with sandpaper maracas. And the pinball was covered in little, wicked spikes. 

I groaned loudly as I turned over, the pain descending on me like a tidal wave. What the hell had happened? 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I wailed loudly, now on my back and the sunlight streaming in to burn my eyes. I covered them and clenched my teeth in pain and outrage at this horrid imposition. 

"Hi, baby..." came a weak but familiar and comforting voice from the direction of the dining nook. I slowly forced open my eyes and tried to focus- sitting at the table with her face in her hands was my mother, clad in a terrycloth robe and with a cup of coffee. "Glad to see you made it..." 

"I'm not... sure about that yet..." I mumbled, turning onto my side again and regretting it instantly. I swallowed and stopped breathing for a moment, fearing the worst. I managed to not puke and tried to prop myself up on my elbow, at least for a little while. 

Mom stood unsteadily and then picked up another mug and wobbled to the coffee maker. She poured a cup and then weaved her way towards me, managing to arrive without falling over. She set the mug down on the little glass table right in front of me and then sunk to her knees, kneeling beside me. She smiled tiredly. 

"Thought I was going to die," she said quietly, though whether this was out of respect for my hangover or because she had no more volume to give was unknown. "Just woke up a little bit ago myself..." 

She leaned over and looked at her reflection in the chrome rim of the coffee table and grimaced. "Oh, God I look like shit..." 

I smiled and reached out to touch her disheveled brown hair, caressing it. "You're beautiful. Being hungover can't change that." 

"God, we must have really done a number on ourselves..." she sighed, lowering her head to rest it on her forearms, which were by my thighs on the couch. "How much do you remember?" 

I squeezed my eyes shut and finally shook my head. "Nude weekend... air hockey... tequila and beer... after that, it's a blur. A lot of it is just dreams crammed in with drunken details." 

"Same here," she admitted. "Kinda sure we did some risqué things, but I'm not sure. Something about a pool cue, but I dunno." 

"That... sounds familiar," I agreed. "If we both remember it, there's gotta be something to it." 

"Oh, baby," she murmured, her voice carrying a not of concern and possibly remorse. "We must've got really trashed. Are you gonna be alright, even if we went stupid?" 

"If I'm gonna get stupidly drunk, mom, you're the only person I'd count on to be around," I replied, meaning it. "If I'm not safe with you while I'm wasted, who could I be safe with?" 

"Ohhh," she purred, now coming close and hugging me gently. I returned the hug and she smiled into my eyes. "Drink your coffee. See if that helps. It's a good, dark French roast." 

I nodded and slowly reached for the cup. The smell was piercing and strong, almost overpowering to my delicate senses, fucked up as I was. I took a tiny sip, making a wry face. "Jesus... fuckin' cure's worse than the illness." 

"Oh, you only say that because it's tough love," she chided. "'You love strong coffee." 

"Has it helped your hangover?" I asked, looking at her levelly. 

"I... no, not at all," she confessed. "I still feel like hell, was hoping you'd do better..." 

I sighed and took another sip before putting the cup down. I frowned as I looked at her hair and then a lock of my own. "Did we shower?" 

She shook her head. "I was wondering that too. Maybe when we feel a little better we'll have more answers." 

I decided to face my torment with some courage and began to slowly rise. The sheet fell away and I realized for the first time I was still naked. I should have known already, of course, but my brain wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders, so little things could surprise me. 

"Oh, here, baby," mom said as she noticed my nudity. She stood and moved back to the little round breakfast table, grabbing her own mug and a small item off another chair. "I brought you a robe too, for when you woke up." 

"Thanks." I said somewhat dully, my capacity for expression somewhat limited. I was sure she'd understand. I wriggled the robe on and did a half-assed bow of the belt. As I leaned back on the couch, my robe just flopped open, exposing me. Fuck it, I didn't care. I hurt too much. 

Mom obviously didn't care either. She just sat and sipped at her coffee. Her eyes were every bit as bloodshot as mine no doubt were and I could tell she felt like hell. The fact that she was trying so hard to make me comfortable was heart-warming. I loved her so much. 

"I don't even have any clue how long we slept," she muttered, taking another sip. "Eight hours, two hours... I've no frame of reference whatsoever." 

"Y'got me," I said, shrugging. "I just know I feel like I got eaten by a wolf and crapped off a cliff." 

"Very graphic," she said dryly. "I think we're probably gonna have to call this day a loss. We couldn't do anything if we tried. So we'll just sleep this off and try again later?" 

"Well, let's try sleeping and then see if we can figure out what happened last night," I ventured, determined to know something about what transpired. 

She pondered and shrugged her agreement. "If we feel up to it, sure." 

I looked around, although avoided gazing at the sunbeams that poured in through the glass doors to the backyard. "What time is it anyway?" 

If mom had known at any point already since waking up, the information had abandoned her. She gave me a confused look for a moment and then cast her glance about the room to see if she could spy a clock. Finally she did. "Quarter after one, from the look of it. Let's finish our coffees and then go sleep in our beds." 

I nodded and we slowly downed our cups, not really feeling any better or more clear-headed for the effort. We helped each other to our feet and I scowled and shed my robe in irritation. 

"Sorry, mom," I said as I left it in a puddle on the couch. "My skin's really sensitive and it was driving me nuts." 

Mom smiled and graciously removed her robe as well. We walked slowly, arm in arm to the stairs and then went up. Sleep was beckoning. 

"Gotta pee..." we said in unison before looking at one another. We made our way to the bathroom and mom allowed me to go first. I flumped down without grace on the marble seat, shivering as the cold stone kissed my ass. 

"I'll try and be quick, mom," I murmured, my face in my hands. "But no promises." 

My mother then did something I didn't expect- with some effort, she hoisted herself up on the granite-lined sink and plunked her behind into the basin and began peeing. I looked at her with my eyebrow raised and she shrugged and gave me a 'whatever' face. 

"I've been to lots of rock concerts," she said simply. "Not the first time I've taken a slash in a sink." 

It suddenly occurred to me that I had learned a lot more about my mother in the five days since my birthday than I'd known in all the years leading up to it. It was a side of her I hadn't expected. It wasn't a bad thing, mind you, not at all, I just didn't know what to make of it. 

She wiggled herself down off her perch once she was done and helped me to my feet again. We walked slowly down the hallway to our rooms, which were right next to one another. We stopped in front of mine and she turned and smiled at me. "Too sore and sensitive for a hug?" 

"Never from you, mommy." I replied warmly, putting my arms around her and hugging her tight. She did the same and we held one another in a loving, naked embrace. I could feel her breasts squashed to mine, her flat belly against my own and our hips touching, but I just loved the feel of hugging her. We both needed it and it was wonderful. 

"I love you so much, baby..." she whispered to my ear before pressing her lips to my neck and kissing it. She touched my spot and a somehow-familiar tingle and thrill ran through me. I struggled to not show it but instead took her beautiful face in my hands and whispered 'I love you too' before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. She returned it willingly and then we hugged for a second more before we let go. She smiled at me tiredly. 

"First one up wakes the other so we can solve our mystery?" she suggested. I nodded and she blew me a kiss and then I turned and hobbled into my room, collapsing on my bed and not giving a fuck about anything. 

Sleep found me quickly, as did dreams about my mom I couldn't rightly explain. 

*** 

I finally woke and my little beside clock told me it was almost nine-thirty at night. I blinked and shifted slowly, testing my body- my head felt like it was full of cotton but the pain was gone, more or less. My body did not ache and I needed to pee. Good signs, I guess. 

I slowly peeled myself off my bed and stood, noting with satisfaction I was not dizzy and didn't want to hurl. I placed my hands on my bed and squatted low beside it, bending my knees and rotating my neck, getting any cricks and kinks out. Then I exited my room and stopped in the bathroom, taking care of business quickly before heading over to my mom's bedroom. I didn't knock, in case she was still hungover, I just quietly walked in. 

As seemed to be her habit, she was passed out naked on top her her covers, facing the ceiling. I smiled as I looked at her beautiful body. It occurred to me that I could happily stare at it all day. But that wasn't why I was here and so I gently sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her upper arm, caressing gently. 

"Mom?" I said softly, waiting for a response. "It's nine-thirty at night. How you feeling?" 

She finally stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled warmly as she saw me and put her hand on my forearm, caressing it. 

"Hi, baby," she murmured. "I feel fine now, thank you. You?" 

I nodded. "I'm recovered. Do you want something to drink?" 

She shook her head and sat herself up, back on her hands and arching her back, which jutted her big, lovely breasts forward. I took the time her eyes were closed to drink in the sight of her boobs, so close and so tantalizing. She rotated her neck, her long, brown locks spilling back onto the bed like a milk chocolate waterfall. 

"Forget not remembering how fucked up we were," she said as she turned and swung her feet off the bed to sit beside me. "I can barely remember any of the hungover afterwards part either." 

"I'd just as soon not remember most of that," I stated, grimacing as I recalled the pain. "Aside from you pissing in the sink, it's all best left unremembered." 

She giggled at my mention of her rather unusual behaviour in the bathroom. "Well, when y'gotta go, y'gotta go. We've both pissed in weirder places." 

She had me there and I dropped the matter. She stood up now and beamed one of her heart-stopping smiles at me. "So, we missed the whole day and now we're wide awake. What do you want to do?" 

"I'm kinda hungry," I admitted, feeling a growl in my stomach. "We could eat and then solve our mystery." 

"I like the idea," she said agreeably. "Let's figure out what we want and go from there." 

We walked downstairs naked, slipping on our robes without saying anything and proceeded to discuss options for food. We may have been awake but that didn't mean that either of us felt like putting forth the effort to make food. 

"We could order in," she suggested. "Maybe some Thai?" 

"I dunno," I replied, nonplussed by the notion. "We had Thai the other day and we may feel fine, but if we're not quite recovered, all that spice'll kick our cute little asses." 

"True enough," she mused. "What about that new Italian place? We could order a pizza or lasagna?" 

"Hey, that sounds good," I said, smiling. "I'll order us a pizza and you can pay!" 

She giggled at my offer. "Fairest deal I've had proposed to me all day." She set about reorganizing the kitchen, since we'd been negligent the past two days while I called and ordered pizza for us. We were quoted forty-five minutes for it to arrive, so we cleaned the kitchen together and then sat and watched the news until the doorbell rang. 

I answered it and smiled warmly as I checked out the delivery guy- he wasn't much older than me at all, with sandy blond hair, cheerful eyes and what looked like it might have been a good build under his clothes. I knew before he had even said anything that he was getting my phone number and I would have his cock inside me one day soon. 

I made small talk with him as I signed the credit card slip, leaving a generous tip but also my phone number on his inside wrist, smiling at him wickedly while I wrote. His face lit up and he thanked me for the tip and headed out. I came back into the living room with the pizza, mom already on the couch and having set out plates and glasses full of our favourite soda. 

"I couldn't see your face but I saw his," mom remarked, smiling at me slyly. "Is that young man going to get lucky?" 

"We'll see," I replied in a non-commital tone as I sat down beside her. "If he plays his cards right." 

"So in other words, if he shows up and has a pulse," she quipped, sticking her tongue out at me. I giggled and didn't even try to deny it. "Well, maybe..." 

"That's my little slut," she said softly, stroking a finger down my cheek before leaning forward and opening the pizza box. She gave me a slice and then took one for herself. We watched some mindless television for about an hour until the pizza was gone and we were stuffed. We cleaned up and then she looked at me. 

"So," she began. "Ready to face the music and see what kind of morons we were last night?" 

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I answered, shrugging. She took me by the hand and led me downstairs. Our trek took us through the gym area, where nothing seemed to be amiss. It was good to know we hadn't attempted to exercise or lift heavy weights while we were fucked up. 

Then we came to the recreation room. We both sort of stopped at the entrance and stared in, not sure what to say. There were empty beer bottles and an tequila bottle on the floor. Chips and salsa stood on a small foldout table, barely touched. The air hockey table was on, the little plastic puck gliding randomly around the surface. We walked in and began looking around, calling out anything unusual we found. 

"Quite a few beers and an entire bottle of Cuervo Especial," she muttered, turning the tequila bottle upside down, grimacing when not a single drop came out. "No wonder we can't remember shit." 

"Might be just as well," I added, looking at the mess we'd left. "Not sure I'd want to account for a lot of this if there'd been witnesses." 

"Thank God for none of those," she said heavily, agreeing with me. "Guess we played air hockey." 

"I sorta remember a little of that," I mused, sifting through blurry images in my head for anything substantial. "We were playing naked air hockey. Whoever got scored on had to take a shot." 

"I don't wanna know what the score was, then," mom said, looking again at the empty tequila bottle. "What else did we get up to?" 

We met up at the pool table and she took hold of the long cue, examining it. She touched the thick, blunt bottom end with her finger and then brought it to her nose to sniff it. Her nostrils flared and she put it down suddenly. "Yup. One of us fucked a pool cue." 

"Oh, Jesus," I muttered, dreading the thought of it being me. "Helluva way to lose a bet." 

Mom undid her robe and dropped it, standing naked in front of me. She reached down a and began feeling around her pussy, tying to determined if it had seen any action very recently. I did the same, curious to know if it was me but also so she wasn't doing anything this weird alone. 

"Don't bother," she sighed, leaning back against the edge of the pool table. "It was me. My cunt's been penetrated and fucked hard real recently." 

I shrugged somewhat helplessly, trying to smile encouragingly. "Well, I... hopefully it was good, at least." 

"Here's what I can't figure out," she said, frowning. "How the hell did you beat me at air hockey, if that's what happened? You suck and I'm amazing." 

I giggled, I couldn't help it. She deflated and then pulled me to her to hug me. We then began looking around for other signs of desecration and misbehaviour. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw spots of discolouration on the tatami mats in the exercise room. I walked in and followed them from the stairs back to their source... 

The shower stall. 

"Well, we were smart enough to shower." I called out, letting my mother know where I was. She joined me and frowned at the tiny stall. 

"We both fit in there?" she queried. 

I reached in and held up the bottle of moisturizer. "Clearly a little ingenuity was involved. Besides, might've been our only option, since we were probably in no shape to make it to the shower upstairs." 

"Wow, tight fit," she muttered, taking the bottle and examining it. "Even with a little help." 

She sighed again, pinching her eyes. "Baby, I'm so sorry," she said, turning to look at me, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I would never-" 

"Don't be such a drama llama, mom," I said, cutting her off. "We got drunk, played naked air hockey, you fucked a pool cue and we showered. What's so damned bad about that?" 

"It... doesn't weird you out because I'm your mom and you're my daughter?" she asked, looking at me. 

"Who else would I feel safe doing that with?" I posited. "I'm sure we've both done stupider things." 

My mom now raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I would love to hear what sort of stupid things you have done, given that you just turned eighteen." 

"Well, next time we get fucked up I'll tell you," I said simply. "Pretty sure you could give me some pointers, since I know dad wasn't your first." 

She blushed and bit her finger. "Alright, we'll drop it for now. Can you see any other scandalous signs around?" 

We did a little more searching and finally concluded that we'd been too drunk to do anything else. We both heaved a sigh of relief, although I'm not sure I meant it. 

"Wish I remembered a little more clearly," I admitted. "Would be nice to know everything that happened, we apparently had a good time." 

Mom smiled. "Of course we did, baby. I always have a good time when I'm with you. Let's take this debris up to the kitchen and we'll figure out what to do with the rest of our night?" 

We went back upstairs and mom poured us each a glass of red wine. I took a sip of mine as we stood in the kitchen and smiled. "Wanna go through my drawers with me? I'm probably due to buy some new stuff." 

"Sure, sweetie," she said cheerfully. "We'll do mine afterwards. Deal?" 

"Deal." 

We headed upstairs and into my room. Mom sat on the bed and sipped her wine while I opened my dresser drawers. I poked around at various shirts and pants and skirts, showing them to her, tossing the ones we agreed no longer suited me into a pile and replacing the ones I should keep. 

"Well, that takes care of your regular clothes," she said, sitting back on the bed casually. "What about your intimates? If you're like me, they need replacing often enough." 

I began rummaging through my underwear and bras, showing them to her. She pursed her lips as she considered. 




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"To be honest, baby, it's hard to tell if you're not wearing them" she said. "Think y'might try 'em on so I can better decide?" 

I pondered that for a moment and nodded, shedding my robe. "Sure." I said easily, slipping into the black, silky panties with lace trim I was currently holding. I assumed a sexy pose as I looked at her, placing my hands over my breasts and crooking one knee on front of the other. 

"Ooh, sexy," mom said slyly, whistling at me. We both giggled and then I put on the matching bra, turning for her slowly and running my hands through my hair. My mom nodded approvingly. "You're a natural, baby." 

"Y'think?" I asked, pleased with her assessment. "Gotta admit, this is the first time I've modeled for anyone who wasn't a guy. So is this set a keeper?" 

She nodded her affirmation and I slipped out of the set and tossed them on the bed beside her. "Those might actually look good on you, mom." I mentioned. "Wanna try them on?" 

"Oh, sweetie," she said, smiling. "I somehow doubt they'll fit me." 

"Well we're not gonna know unless you try 'em on." I countered, walking over to her and taking her hand to stand her up. I undid her loose robe belt and she shrugged off the garment, letting it fall to the floor. Naked, we stood in front of one another, smiling into one another's eyes. I reached over and took the panties off the bed before kneeling in front of her. She giggled as she stepped into them and then I slid them slowly up her legs and into position. I hoped she didn't see me staring at the pussy while I did it. 

"So," she said, blushing and mimicking my pose from earlier, with her hands over her breasts. "Whaddya think, darling?" 

I giggled as well, adjusting the waistband ever so slightly. "Gorgeous. I'd take them off with my teeth if I were dating you." 

I took up the bra and got behind her, reaching in front to slip the cups over her incredible breasts and her arms before fixing the clasps. I came back around to the front and looked at her again. "It's amazing, mom," I breathed. "You fit my stuff perfectly. It's like we're exactly the same size and measurements." 

"Oh, I'm sure you're a little trimmer than me and less saggy, baby," she murmured, blushing at my words. "I mean-" 

"No, look," I said softly, placing my hands on the cups of the bra and giving them a gentle squeeze. "I don't need to loosen or tighten the straps, your boobs aren't doing that squeezed muffin thing over the top, it fits you just right. You look amazing in this outfit." 

Mom smiled. "Thank you for saying so," she said quietly. "But this is meant for these girls here," she pointed out, reaching up and cupping my breasts, like I was doing to hers. She snickered as she gave them a jiggle. "Your tits are so wonderful, baby." 

"Thanks," I sighed, loving the feel of her hands on me more than I'd dare to show. "That means that a lot of your underthings outghta fit me too, right?" 

She laughed. "Are you suggesting we swap intimates?" she asked, giving me a playful squeeze. 

I paused for a moment, not releasing my gentle grip on her boobs. "What... what if, and hear me out on this... since we're the same size and shape and all... what if we went out and bought new underwear sets for us both to use?" 

She pondered what I was saying. "So you mean... more or less ditch everything we have now, go out and find a bunch of sets we really like and share them?" 

I nodded. "I suppose moms and daughters borrow one another's clothing all the time, but this'd be our thing, our own way of doing that." 

She smirked. "It's a rather naughty variant of the tradition. I have one or two sets now I want to keep, but I'm perfectly willing to share them with you. As for a new wardrobe of panties and bras... I love it. Let's go tomorrow and splurge, shall we?" 

I clapped my hands excitedly and then hugged her. "This'll be great, mommy! We'll have a shopping day!" 

"It has been a while since we've done one," she mused. "Since before you went back to school for senior year. I'd say we're overdue. We'll visit every lingerie shop in the city." 

I sighed happily as I took her hands in mine, swinging them back and forth while I looked into her eyes. "You're the best mom ever, you know that?" 

She smiled warmly. "You make it easy, being the most amazing daughter any woman ever had. I hope you know that." 

She released my hands and reached back to undo the bra, dropping it on the bed, followed by shimmying out of the panties and depositing them there as well. She hugged me again, our bodies melting together comfortably. Our lips met in an loving kiss before she looked into my eyes. 

"How about this," she suggested, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Each of us puts on a set of panties and wears them to bed. Tomorrow, before we go out, we swap and wear them shopping." 

My eyes went wide in amusement. "Wear each other's used panties? That's so perverted, mom! But, I might have fucked you with a pool cue, so I will admit that I like the idea. I'm totally down for it." 

She beamed in delight at how readily I acquiesced to her idea. "Great. Do you want to wear this black set tonight or tomorrow?" 

"I'll wear it tomorrow," I said readily. "There's a set I want to warm up for you tonight because you will look amazing in it tomorrow." 

I went back to my drawer and pulled out an emerald green set of silk panties and a matching bra. I put the set on and sauntered back to her, taking her hands and pressing them to the underside of the cups. 

"This bra has a good lift to it, as you can see," I declared, smiling. "You're gonna be showing serious cleave tomorrow in this bad boy." 

"I remember this one," she said, examining my plumped-out chest. "I love it, I cannot wait to wear it for you." 

She released me for a moment and put the black panties back on. She nodded approvingly before we stripped our bras off and stared at one another's chests for several seconds. 

"I can't get over how much our tits look alike," I remarked, cupping my boobs and holding them up for examination. Mom did likewise, our nipples pressing together. They really were like twin sets to one another. "Think our butts look alike too?" 

She smirked and we both slinked out of the panties we were wearing and walked over to my vanity, which was dominated by a large mirror. Holding hands, we turned around and looked behind ourselves, our shapely asses next to one another. 

"Well, damned if they don't," she mused, wiggling slightly to caress one of my cheeks with hers. "If I didn't know that was your ass I'd swear it was mine. Think we look alike anywhere else?" 

Without another word we both climbed onto my bed and sat facing one another. At first we just sat with our legs crossed, but it because obvious we could not see what we wanted readily. So I shifted forward and put my legs over mom's, my knees akimbo, feet behind her hips. This brought us together much more closely and facilitated mutual inspection. 

"Your cunt looks like mine," she said, smirking as she stared. "The lips are the same shape, fold the same way, just a hint of our clits peeking out up top..." 

"I think you're right," I agreed readily, feeling a warm tingle building down below and hoping she wouldn't notice. "They certainly are on the surface." 

Mom considered and then reached down and used her fingers to spread her thick lips apart. My mouth went dry and the warm tingle I felt became a wet heat at the sight- her glistening, inner pink pussy was inches from my own the way we were sitting. Her little rosy clit appeared from beneath its hood. I followed her example, spreading my pussylips apart for her to see inside me. Her eyes glinted at the sight of what I was showing her. 

"I think we do," she almost whispered. "Look, see how our inner lips are lined up the same?" 

"I see it," I breathed, wanting to move closer to her. My finger traced itself gently around the outline of my inner lips, my mom doing the same to herself. Our fingers drew the exact same pattern. "We do look the same." 

"You look wet," she murmured. "It's shiny and moist. You always look like that?" 

"Yes," I rasped, desperate to not let her know I was wetter than usual because of her and what we were doing. "You're wet-looking too, so we are the same." 

"Nice to know I passed it on," she said softly, still tracing her fingers over her inner lips slowly. "I love how your skin feels when it touches mine, baby." 

I nodded, unable to say anything but subtly pressing into her with my heels and calves, increasing our contact. Mom moved forward until our pussies were maybe only an inch apart. We both looked at one another in rapt fascination, fingers still tracing around as if indicating some path to paradise. 

"Do you look the same as me when you flex?" she asked, her voice almost dry. I replied by squeezing my pelvic muscles, visibly tightening my pussy. Mom did the same and we giggled as we agreed that they looked incredibly alike, even in this way. 

"Even our clits," she whispered. "They're exactly alike." She pressed herself forward just enough to the place were her tiny bud touched mine very lightly, sending a jolt through us both. She pulled back again, still shivering. We watched one another as we flexed our pussies some more. It was like looking in a mirror, something I frequently did when I masturbated. 

"Remember when you taught me to masturbate?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. "We sat almost exactly like this and you showed me. You made sure I came and then you did too." 

"It's been a while," she said. "You looking to practice?" 

"We could," I replied. "Now that we know we look so much alike..." 

"Okay, baby," mom agreed, her voice barely audible. "Fingers or toys?" 

"Fingers," I said with a shudder, already starting. "More personal to see it that way." 

We said nothing but started in, eyes locked on one another's cunts as we began to finger ourselves. Tracing and teasing, our pink folds growing wetter with the sheer excitement of what we were doing. Our fingers teased our clits while lips were caressed. 

We both moaned, aware of one another, which made us even wetter, knowing we had an audience sharing our pleasure. Fingers dipped inside, making slick noises as they pushed in and out. My tunnel was absolutely on fire, a searing heat I needed to quench. I knew I could cum very very quickly if I wanted to, but didn't want to leave mom behind. 

I needn't have worried, mom has slipped two fingers inside herself as well, fucking her pussy diligently and expertly. Same two fingers as me, same rhythm. The notion made me even hotter, my skin a flushed, damp mess. 

"Let's not prolong it, baby," she breathed, her fingers moving faster and faster. "Let's just cum together." 

I nodded and my fingers began moving rapidly in and out, even while I teased my lips and clit. Every once in a while, my sticky fingers bumped into hers and we both let out little gasps at the contact. I spread my lips wider so mom could see me pleasure myself. She did likewise and it made me crazy with the desire to cum. 

We were both breathing raggedly, fingers working furiously as we drove ourselves onward, wanting to cum for one another. My fingers hooked inside me, dragging along the sensitive spot on my upper wall, causing me to grunt and clench my teeth. This was going to be so good... 

"Gonna cum, baby?" mom gasped, her fingers a blur inside her, her skin pink with wet exertion. 

"Yes, mommy," I almost whined, barely holding on. I wanted to please her with my orgasm, to be the same as her. "I'm gonna- oh God..." 

We both moaned and strained loudly as the pleasure crashed over us. Our mutual orgasm sent us to soaring heights, lost in ecstasy. I didn't care that my knuckles were pounding against hers, our interposed hands the only things keeping our cunts apart. Every tiny bit of contact with her just made me cum harder. Colours swirled and I got dizzy, collapsing onto my back. I was barely aware of mom doing the same. 

I lay still, breathing heavily, gravity all nonsense. After an indeterminate length of time, I could feel my mother's sticky hand find mine, squeezing it gently. With no small effort, we both sat up wearily. Mom small and pulled me in to hug her, so we could support one another and not fall over. Our sticky cunts kissed, but it was comforting, not arousing. Our faces rested on each other's shoulders for several moments while we tried to get our equilibrium back. 

Finally we both lifted our heads and our lips met for a long, soft kiss. We were pressed together, breasts, bellies and pussies, still warm and wet from our masturbating. We weren't even thinking about sex, just how much we meant to one another. 

"Love you mommy..." I murmured through the kiss. "Did I do good?" 

"Love you too, baby," she replied. "And yes, you did wonderful." 

A warmth enveloped me at her words. They were the same ones we'd spoken all those years ago when she'd taught me how to cum. It felt so good to hear them again. 

We hugged for a while longer before pulling apart from one another. Mom helped me slip on my panties and I did the same for her. We giggled about the way they almost instantly clung wetly to our sticky netherlips. They would certainly be well-marked and scented for the morning. She took my hands in hers and blushed a little. 

"Do you... want to sleep with me tonight? I am feeling like some company." 

"I would love to," I replied, meaning it. She took me by the hand and led me next door to her room and pulled me gently onto her huge bed, raising the sheets and allowing me to slip under them before doing so herself. "But I thought you slept on top of the covers." 

"Normally I do," she purred, smiling at me. "But I can't hug you to me if I'm over them and you're under, can I? And hugging you while I sleep is what I really want to do." 

"Me too, mommy." I agreed, hugging myself to her and covering her face with little kisses. She giggled and held me tight, returning them. At one point I was lying on top of her, staring down into her liquid brown eyes. We said nothing but her legs slowly parted, allowing me to nestle comfortably between them. Her hand cupped my cheek before we kissed again, softly and with love- intimate but not erotic, just an expression of affection between a mother and daughter who loved one another so very, very much. 

I gently rolled off of her and we lay on on sides, arms still wrapped around one another, bodies pressed close enough to be comforting. In the darkness, we rested our foreheads together and our lips gently pecked when they met. Her familiar, peaceful scent was all I could smell, the softness of her breasts against mine. Even our silken panties touched softly and we hugged one another as we drifted off into slumberland, dreaming of tomorrow. 

*** 

Mom's alarm did not have some annoying beep or shrill buzz but played classical music when it went off. We woke together to the opening bars of the 'Spring' arrangement from Vivaldi's Four Seasons. I hummed contentedly as it played, now feeling warm beams of golden sun coming in through the window and touching the bed we were laying in. 

Mom's eyes slowly opened and she smiled at me, still holding me close. A gentle kiss was our first good morning, lips pressed for maybe ten seconds before slowly rolling onto my back and stretching. Mom did likewise before moving over top of me and pinning me down with her body, smirking, her dark, wavy brown hair cascading down and spilling over me. 

"Hey, beautiful..." she cooed, straddling my hips for a moment and stretching again as she sat up. Pinned as I was, I couldn't do much except gape at her phenomenal breasts, feeling a flood of warmth through my body. She then leaned forward, looking down into my eyes, keeping her body above me but just close enough that her breasts bumped into mine. 

"Best wakeup call ever..." I murmured as she gently grazed her nipples over mine in small circles, teasing us. Her hands found mine and our fingers laced together as we rubbed our nipples back and forth for about thirty seconds, saying nothing. The tiny buds atop both sets of breasts hardened at the teasing and we giggled and shivered together. 

"So," she said finally, sitting up again. "You ready to get on with our shopping day?" 

I nodded. 

"You ready to be dirty girls and swap panties?" she teased, putting the tip of her finger under the rim of my black panties and running it back and forth, tugging very slightly. I nodded again. 

"Better make sure they're nice and dirty then..." she said wickedly and began squirming her panties against mine, humping her hips into me. I giggled and shifted so that our legs scissored and she was pressing the crotch of her panties into mine effectively. It felt so warm and it sent a wonderful tingle though me. 

As I moved and undulated myself against her, I reached down and took hold of her panties, pulling them tight against her pussy. My mom did the same thing with mine and I watched as the outline of her lips appeared beneath, an incredibly erotic sight to me. We squirmed and ground our panties together for a bit longer before she clambered off me to kneel at my side and took a deep breath. 

"Helluva way to wake up..." she sighed, watching me finally sit up, leaning back on my hands and arching my spine. I shuddered and giggled as she leaned in and kissed the soft swell of my breast. She then leaned forward, pressing one of her magnificent globes to my lips and allowing me to return the favour. I wanted to kiss her nipple but refrained, since she hadn't done that first. 

And I kinda wish she had. 

"So should we have breakfast here or eat once we head out?" I asked as I slung my feet over the side of the bed. "And we may be swapping used panties, but I still need a shower." 

"No argument there," she agreed. "Let's shower, get dressed and grab a bite while we're out. You wanna join me?" 

"I've already showered with you, no harm in doing it again," I said agreeably. We got off the bed and made our way to the bathroom together. We stripped out of our panties, smirking at one another. My eyes went wide as mom bunched the ones she'd been wearing up and rubbed them up and down her slit. 

"Gotta make sure they're good and dirty for you..." she quipped, winking at me. I followed suit, rubbing mine with my warm puss. Mom then placed hers against her crotch and held it there with her thighs, indicating I should do the same. I did as directed and she pulled me to her, bodies pressed as we hugged one another. The panties met and we squirmed them together between us for several seconds while she kissed me gently. But mom wasn't done yet- she then took the two sets of panties, bunched them together and wrapped them tightly in a small towel before setting them aside. 

"Now you'll be with me all day as well," she cooed, smiling at me. "I need that feeling." She sat down on the toilet and peed while I turned on the water in the shower. She was close enough to me that she could reach out and caress my butt cheeks, causing me to purr and rub back against her hand gently. This stall was considerably bigger than the one we had apparently shared in the basement. Getting clean without having to crawl over one another was not going to be an issue. 

We stepped in together and mom turned on the waterproof mp3 player that was attached to the wall. Lionel Hampton began playing and we soaked ourselves with the twin showerheads as the sounds of jazz filled the stall. Mom stepped close and hugged me, a gesture I returned willingly. We rocked slowly back and forth under the water, just listening to the music and feeling one another's presence. 

"Today's gonna be great, Bron," she whispered to my ear. "Thank you for sharing it with me." 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 03



"I know it will be," I replied, caressing her lower back with my wet hands. "I always have the best time when I'm with you." 

We showered quickly and got out, drying one another off. We braided one another's hair to help keep it from frizzing while we got ourselves dried and prepared. Then we went back into her room, bringing the towel with the bunched up panties in it. We giggled and blushed as she pulled them out, presenting me with the black pair I was to wear. 

"Mmmm, they smell like us," she said almost dreamily, bringing the emerald panties to her nose. "Think the two of us will notice all day?" 

"I'm hoping so." I said agreeably she knelt in front of me and I stepped into the black ones. She wiggled them up my legs and into place, smiling as she planted a gentle kiss on my belly. I then knelt and helped her get into her emerald panties, giving her the same kiss, flicking her cute little navel with my tongue, causing her to gasp and giggle. 

I opted to wear my hair down and free while mom decided to wear hers in a big, casual ponytail. I wore my favourite light blue sundress and some sturdy flip-flops. Mom seemed delighted by my outfit and did the same, although her sundress was a luscious, buttery yellow in colour. The dresses hugged our breasts while the skirt part flowed freely but not quite past mid-thigh. 

"Good thing we're wearing panties," she mentioned, twirling to cause her skirt to flare out prettily. "If there's a stiff breeze, we'll be showing the boys everything." 

"I prefer to make them work for a peek." I giggled. We subtly coordinated jewelery to tie our outfits together and mom paused to put a single, thin braid in the side of my hair. She seemed pleased with her contribution to my look. 

"Shall we?" she asked, gesturing to the bedroom door. I swished past her and headed downstairs. We set the alarm and headed to the garage. I noticed her giggling as we entered it. 

"What's up?" I asked, intrigued. 

"I was just thinking about a date I had a few weeks ago," she replied. "We kinda didn't make it back into the house and he just bent me over the hood of the Lexus and fucked me." 

"Well let's take the Rogue, then," I suggested, heading toward her other vehicle. "More room for loot anyway..." 

She giggled and climbed into the driver's seat, waiting for me to do the same. We had a three-car garage, with her two vehicles and my own car. The Nissan had the most room for shopping bags, so this was the logical choice. We leaned across and kissed again briefly before buckling up and then we headed out. 

Mom was driving but turned her head to look at me quizzically while I giggled and shifted lower in my seat, hiking up my skirt and exposing my panties. 

"What are you doing, girl?" she asked with amusement. 

"Just thought I'd give them a little extra juice," I replied, smirking at her while I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit through the black material. I was already rather moist, so making myself good and wet was no issue. "I wanna make sure you can feel me when we swap, after all." 

Mom nodded and drove with one hand while she reached under her dress and did likewise, fingering herself through her panties, even going so far as to push them slightly inside herself. She stopped after a while so she could concentrate on driving and I sat back up and behaved myself, not willing to prove a distraction. That and I didn't want to have fun without her. 

We lived in the suburbs, in a rather affluent neighbourhood, with all the shopping about ten minutes' drive from us. We parked on a not-so-busy side street and got out, resolving to walked to the main shopping area and show off how fabulous we looked on the way. 

It was a gorgeous summer day as we swished down the street, knowing we were garnering stares from men, boys and women alike. We smirked and giggled at the thought, holding hands as we made our way to our favourite café. 

We had a light breakfast and indulged with cappuccinos, sitting on the patio beneath one 

of the large parasols. We watched people walked by, quietly musing what their lives were like. Loud music began thumping as some vaguely Mediterranean guy drove by in a Ferarri, wearing entirely too much gold. 

"And I can guarantee you that his dick isn't half the size of your father's..." mom observed. 

I snickered before going pensive. "It's not fair he was taken from you when you were so young." 

"I know, baby," she agreed, tracing a fingernail around the edge of her cup, lost in thought. "He was only twenty-five. Funny part is that I didn't know him much longer than you had." 

I hadn't really considered that before. I was nine when dad died. Mom had only known him for about a year before I was born, although they knew almost instantly that they were meant to be together, even at the tender age of fifteen. Both sets of parents had been crazy about the other significant other, which was not hard to imagine since my mom and dad were amazing. 

It was true, everyone was a little shocked when it turned out mom was pregnant, but the two families rallied around and made sure everything was fine. In order to ensure the young couple and their baby were taken care of, mom was home-schooled by a series of accredited tutors, as was my father while he also took a job to make sure he could support us. 

I grew up happy and healthy, the shining jewel of my whole family. Then there'd been a drunk driver late one night while my dad was walking home from work... 

I put the thought from my mind, we were out to have fun today. We packaged up a scone with some whipped cream and brought it with us, in case we wanted a snack. Down the street was a lingerie and intimates shop, one of the better ones to be found. We stopped in and were greeted by a cheerful attendant. She led us to the section we were likely to be shopping from. 

"Let's not weird them out," my mom whispered. "Chances are they get moms and daughters shopping together, but probably not to share what they're buying." 

I nodded and played along. The girl presented us with some lovely options and then offered us one of the dressing rooms to try stuff on. We had about four different outfits each, ranging from classy but sexy to almost nonexistent. We smirked as we locked the door and began undressing. 

"So nice of them to provide a sound-proof room, too," mom stated as she pulled her sundress over her head. "That way they won't hear us giggling or talking about who will wear what first." 

I agreed readily as I turned and let her unhook my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulders slowly. She sidled up behind me, her breasts pressing in to my back. 

'I already know you're going to look fabulous in everything we have here," she whispered, letting the bra drop and them clasping her hands together gently over my stomach. I turned my head slightly and nuzzled my cheek to hers as she moved her hands up and cupped my soft breasts. We kissed for a moment, our skin becoming warm at the intimate touch. She whispered in my ear. "Take mine off now?" 

I nodded and turned around slowly, facing into her. I snaked my arms behind and undid the snaps of the emerald bra, which fell away between us. My hands on her back, I held her close enough that our nipples kissed and then our tits pressed together. Her hands came up and caressed my cheeks as we looked into one another's eyes for a moment before the slowly caressed down my back to put her hands on my butt. She squeezed the cheeks and then pulled my hips closer, pressing my panties into hers. 

Our silk-covered crotches squirmed together for a moment as we tilted out hips forward. Wearing one another's used panties was a thrill for us both, something we'd doubtless be doing a lot more of in the future if we had our way. 

We broke the hug by silent consent and slid down our panties, holding them in our hands while we looked at one another. We pressed them together and bunched them up as we held onto them. 

'Been wearing these for about an hour each now," she said quietly, still looking into my eyes. "Swap when we dress? Then again later?" 

I giggled and nodded my assent, turned on by the idea. "These poor panties will be so abused by the end of the day." 

We began trying on the various pieces of lingerie and underthings we had brought in, probably assisting one another more than was necessary, but we felt a mutual need to do so. Breasts were fluffed and fondled, hips gripped, backsides squeezed and tummies kissed. She was wearing white panties now, practically see-through. The pair I was wearing were royal blue, made of lace. 

"How do you suppose these two feel together?" I murmured, my cheeks doubtless flushed. 

"Better find out," mom answered. "Wouldn't want them to not match, right?" 

We held one another and tilted our hips forward, pressing our panties together. We each put a foot up on a small bench on either side of the cubicle, allowing us to press our pussies closer. I bit my lip as we ground our crotches in little circles together, the rough texture of my lace panties against her gauze-like ones incredible. Mom sighed and shivered, pulling away for a moment. 

"Okay," she said, fanning her now pink face. "Those work together." 

I think we were both getting overheated because we stopped touching, fondling and teasing quite so much. There was still some, of course, but we dialed it back, at least for now. Mom seemed to have recovered more readily than me, that or she was just better at hiding it and acting normal. I was kinda hoping it was the latter. 

We were trying on the last set, swapping it briefly to make sure it worked on both of us. True to form, rather than choose the sets we needed, we agreed to buy them all. This made sense when you think about it, since we had resolved to share our bras and panties from now on. We giggled at how lazy yet practical we were being. Naked, mom leaned back against the wall and pulled me to her, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. We held one another as we kissed before there was a knock on the door, our attendant asking how the fitting was going. 

We reluctantly broke the kiss and mom informed her we were just getting dressed again, that we would be out in a few moments. We sighed as we calmed ourselves and then picked up our panties. Mom grinned as she took the panties she'd been wearing and rubbed them against her pussy briefly before handing them to me. I did the same and she smiled as she kissed them before slipping them on. 

It took a few moments to gather up everything neatly and we proceeded out of the change room. If our attendant had any suspicions of anything happening while we'd been indisposed, they rapidly disappeared when we announced we'd be buying all of the items. Her face lit up and she brought us to the cashier's station happily. We made our purchase and we were given several small gift items due to the amount we'd spent. Three attendants walked us to the entrance and saw us off, waving and smiling pleasantly. 

"That went well," mom mused as we walked down the street, holding some shopping bags. "But it's simply not enough. The two of us sharing means at least fourteen sets, right?" 

"Except for the days where we go commando," I pointed out. "I do that with some frequency." 

Mom giggled. "Me too, but it's best to have our bases covered. There's a big limit on this card and it's been burning a hole in my wallet, begging to be used. Let's do right by it." 

Like I needed any encouragement there. Mom and I were doing one of the things we did best with clothes on- power shopping. We had no intention of slowing down just yet, we'd barely started. The day was wide open and there were plenty of shops to pillage still. 

"Mall next?" mom asked, pointing own the road we were on. "They have a good silkies store in there too." 

I nodded and we headed directly to the mall, a ritzy affair with high-end boutiques as well as some more pedestrian shops for us should any other needs arise. I'd been going to this mall for as long as I could remember, hanging out there with my friends after school if there was nothing better to do. Our stroll through the various wings allowed us to plan out what stores to hit in what order. We walked down a small hallway that was a recent expansion and not seeing much use yet. Then I tapped my mom's shoulder and pointed. 

"The photo booth, they moved it here," I exclaimed. "We used to use it all the time, when it was in the concourse! Wanna go give it a whirl?" 

Mom snickered as I dragged her over to the large booth, tossing our bags inside before herding her in and drawing the curtain shut. It was a long and and heavy felt thing, so we were unlikely to be disturbed. More than that, though, this wing of the mall was rather dead at this time of day and we had yet to see anyone come down this hall. 

We began taking pictures together, mostly making goofy faces, but perhaps predictably at this point, the shots we took became more personal, less likely to be pictures we would show anyone else. By the third set, I had pulled out the small to-go container of whipped cream and smeared some across my mother's nose, licking it off for the camera. She countered by tracing a line of it across my neck and kissing it off slowly. Naturally, I escalated by making her stand a little taller and then dobbing some across the swell of her breasts that showed over her sundress. I kissed and licked this off while she clasped my head. 

We smeared each other's lips next and began kissing and nibbling the whipped cream off. Mom took my face in her hands at one point and slid her tongue across my lips, making me moan. She shivered as my hands moved to her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze in response. After six full sets of progressively naughtier pictures, she realized she had run out of small bills. She seemed unhappy that we'd have to stop. 

I shrugged. "We've got cellphones with flashes, we'll just take our own pictures or even video," I reasoned. "And we can take those pics from whatever angle we want, too." 

She nodded, pleased and we took out our cellphones, firing up the flashlight functions to adapt to our dark environs. 

Mom took pictures and I filmed while I kissed my way down her neckline. She removed her shoulder straps and hiked down her sundress and bra, exposing her breasts to me. I kissed around them slowly, making her shiver, all the while avoiding her nipple for reasons neither of us could articulate. 

Next I stood on the wooden bench inside and turned around, presenting my ass to her. She mugged for her camera as she took photos, pulling aside my panties to show my cheeks before squeezing them and even giving them a kiss and a bite. Her lips on my ass cheeks tingled and make me moan in my throat. 

Finally we both sat facing one another and spread our legs, lifting the skirts of our dresses. We filmed and snapped pics as we pressed our panties together in the darkness, squirming them around. We pulled them tight again, our lips outlined now as they mashed into one another, green and black materials rasping wonderfully. 

Finally though, we had to exit the booth, since we were taking a huge, absurd risk with our nonsense. Mom stood and adjusted her skirt, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Gotta pee..." she muttered. 

"Just down that way," I said, picking up some of the shopping bags and leading her out of the booth and a little farther down the hall. "There's a family bathroom-changeroom thingy right here." 

Sure enough, in addition to the regular men and women's walk-in bathrooms, there was also a room dedicated to families with multiple children to change. We closed the door and locked it, now in the changing room part with sinks and two baby-changing stations, not to mention a wide bench for feeding mothers. 

At the back of this room was a wooden door which led to the smaller area where the toilet was. We stepped inside and locked this door as well. We pulled our sundresses completely off (not necessary, of course, but we wanted to, since mutual nudity seemed to be a thing now) and stripped out of our panties, crumpling them together again. 

"Ooh, baby," mom giggled as she looked at the crotch of mine, which were stained dark and really sticky to the touch. "Getting a little wet, are we?? 

"Oh, who wouldn't?" I shot back, giving her a look. "We've been kissing, fondling, rubbing our tits together and grinding our cunts all morning. Even if I only like guys, I'm still bound to get a little turned on, you know." 

I now poked at the panties she had been wearing, twirling my finger in a similar spot. "'sides, looks like you're not entirely innocent either." 

Mom smiled without admission and sat on the toilet now. I grimaced and turned my feet in. "Actually, I really have to go too..." 

She looked over at the small porcelain washing sink nearby, assessing it. "That sink's too dinky for either of us to sit on, it'll snap right off the wall," she mused. "Damn." Finally she had made a decision and sat up straight, spreading her legs to the sides and holding her arms wide. 

"Alright, baby," she said, looking up at me. "Bring it on in and park it." 

I raised an eyebrow. "You want me to sit in your lap so we can piss at the same time?" 

She shrugged. "It's that or you wait, Bron." 

I could have waited. I could have. But I wasn't about to turn down an offer like that. And I really did need to pee. So I moved in and straddled my mother, lowering myself down onto her lap as she sat on the toilet. She smiled and reached around to put her hands on my butt, pulling me in and lining me up. I placed my hands around her neck for additional support. We both looked down between us now. 

"So, I just fire away and hope I don't piss on you?" I asked, somewhat uncertain. 

"That's the plan," she answered simply. "And if you do, that's what wet-wipes and sinks are for." 

I nodded and sidled even closer into her, my breasts now pressed to her chest and my belly in her midriff. I shivered and began to pee finally, looking into her eyes. Mom stared back into mine, peeing as well. It was just pee in a toilet but to me it sounded as loud and thunderous as Niagara Falls. Her hands caressed my ass cheeks and lower back gently, helping me to calm myself. 

Of course, my part in calming myself was to kiss her. Our lips pressed and we held the unmoving kiss until we had both finished. I pulled my lips away from hers and looked down at her in concern. "Not too heavy, am I?" 

She giggled and shook her head. "Not at all, baby. Light as a feather." 

"Still, I feel bad about all the weight on you." I said, shifting around to look at our pussies again. I slid one leg off and then lifted hers, slinging it over mine and effectively scissoring us on the toilet. We were now on the same level, neither of us above the other. 

"There, now you're not pinned beneath me," I declared, nodding at my solution. Mom giggled and looked down as well. "You're a little precariously balanced at the edge, though." 

"So you just hold my butt a little tighter," was my response. "We'll be able to sit better this way next time." 

"Next time?" she asked, smirking. "So our little pee pretzel thing here is gonna become a regular ritual?" 

"Don't ruin the moment, mom." I muttered, scooting a little further in with my hips and pressing my pussy to hers and kissing her again to shut her up. She giggled and finally sighed, smiling as she caressed my face. We squirmed our boobs together for a bit and finally I got up while she handed me some tissue. 

"Did I piss on you?" I asked, wiping myself. 

"Only a little," she said dismissively. "Nothing to worry about." 

"Oh, you..." I sighed, going over to the sink and retrieving some moistened towelettes from a dispenser. I came back, knelt in front of her and pulled her legs apart. I then began gently wiping at her pussy, being diligent about it. 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 04



Disclaimer and Author's Note: All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise.

Chapter 4- Don't Look Back

My dreams that night were, not surprisingly, supremely sexual, mostly reliving the events of the previous day and concerning my mother. We had pushed ourselves so far in the daring behaviour we indulged that finally it had been too much- we gave in to our mutual lust and had fucked in the car, not even waiting to get home. 

Gone were the pretenses of family humour or acceptable intimacy between family members, they could no longer even try to justify our carnal ferocity. We had mated like tigers, completely given over to our primal needs. Neither of us were bisexual or liked girls, but our deep need for one another's cum had been overpowering. 

I woke up wet. Very wet. My fingers touched my pussy and I shivered. Holy shit. Had I really had Skype sex with my mom last night? What the hell was happening to me?

I slowly slung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched, determined not to worry myself about it. We'd have time to talk today, just as we had the previous day. We'd get this all worked out one way or another. We loved each other too much to let this come between us and ruin the most wonderful mother-daughter relationship to ever happen. She was my best friend and nothing would change that. 

I stood and made my way to the door, needing to pee. I didn't put anything on, I rarely ever did. I left my room and paused, looking at my mother, who had just exited her bedroom as well, equally naked. There was a dead silence for several seconds as we stared at one another. I moved a strand of hair out of my face unconsciously and mom bit her lip as our eyes locked.

That was all it took. We strode forward and threw our arms around each other, kissing with hungry abandon. We moaned into one another's mouths in lust and relief, all hesitation between us gone. There was no longer any doubt, no worries and no more questions. Mom and I were lovers. There was simply no other way for us to be at this point. 

Still grappling onto one another and kissing fiercely, we staggered back into her room and collapsed on the bed, bodies melting together. Tongues plunged and hips thrust eagerly. Hands roved and explored freely, acknowledging no boundaries between us. She giggled and began kissing me all over my face. She slowly made her way down my neck, kissing my spot and causing me to shudder and moan uncontrollably. My hips pushed up against her in response, aching to feel her. She kissed and nipped at my shoulders and collarbone. I tingled all over, feeling her soft lips pressed to my skin, her teeth over every inch of me.

Oh God, she reached my breasts...

I groaned loudly as her tongue swirled around one of my nipples and then began sucking ardently. It felt so good and I cradled her head to me, making incoherent noises. The gentle pinch of her teeth and then a tug, the delicious sting jolting through me. She sucked on my breasts, humming and teasing me. My fingers clasped her hair, kneading and flexing against her scalp. 

"Gnnnn, mom!" I moaned as she tugged on my nipple with her teeth again, stretching it out. I felt her hand caressing up and down my thigh, straying close and close to my core, my throbbing, pulsing wet pussy. "I want you so bad!"

She continued her journey down my body, kissing my tummy and sliding her tongue around it before moving further, to that wonderful sensitive area between my navel and cunt. She kissed it and pressed her tongue against it strongly, spreading a warmth through me. Her tongue then found the engorged bump over my woman hood, slithering hungrily. She nipped the skin, played with it and made me squirm in need. 

Finally she arrived at my pussy, kissing it and moaning gently as she felt my taste on her lips. Up and down my lips she kissed, flicking her tongue against my clit. I cried out and mashed my hips against her face. She pressed her mouth against me eagerly in response, sucking on my lips before pushing her tongue inside. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. 

My legs wrapped around her upper back and I rocked back and forth, shuddering and biting at my knuckle. I squirmed and writhed as she fucked me with her tongue, her fingers spreading my gooey lips to give me a delightful little sting. 

She rolled me up onto my upper back, kneeling over me now, my legs hooked over her shoulders as she lashed my pussy with her tongue. I whimpered and played with my breasts, watching her through glazed eyes. She smiled at me while she tapped her finger on my clit before sliding it up and down between my lips. 

"Mom," I murmured in a trembling voice. "Stop teasing me, I ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

She finally slid a finger inside me, deep down into my steaming tunnel. I groaned as I squeezed the finger greedily, like I never wanted to let it go. Mom sucked on my clit while she fucked me, making my whole body tremble. After a few preliminary strokes, she sank a second finger in along with the first, twisting them to give me a stretch. 

"Holy shit..." I gasped, my body on fire. "Shit shit shit... mom..."

"Mmmm, you like, baby?" she asked, smiling down at me. I nodded my response and she went back to licking my clit as she fingered me. Finally, though, she laid me back down and stretched out beside me, kissing me deeply while she kept teasing her fingers inside my slit. I could taste myself on her mouth and it was heady, enthralling and almost dizzying. 

"You want to do mommy now, darling?" she asked, a light dancing in her eyes. I nodded and she slowly turned herself around, climbing over my body and settling down, her face over my cunt and hers over mine. I pulled her legs apart and buried my mouth in her, causing her to groan loudly and squirm against me. She was dripping wet and tasted so wonderful! 

Neither of us had ever done anything like this before but instincts just kicked in, coupled with a deep need to please one another completely. Tongues began lapping and probing, fingers caressed and pushed inside, our bodies trembling in delight as we tasted and almost devoured one another. I swirled my tongue around her clit while I slid two fingers in and out of her, eliciting moans of pleasure as she did the same to me. 

"Don't be delicate, baby," she said in a quavering voice. "Mommy can take it, I promise..."

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she cried out, while I bunched my fingers together into a point and slid them inside her. I pushed steadily, until they were in up to my bottom knuckles. Mom moaned loudly into my pussy, buzzing my clit and making me wild. We fingered and licked with increasing abandon, desperate to cum together, but no too quickly, since we had our entire sexual beings to share and explore. 

I shuddered and gasped suddenly as she spread my cheeks and teased the pad of her finger around my little knot. She tapped it gently and hummed as she kissed my clit. 

"Oh, are you like mommy?" she cooed. "Do you like a little anal?"

"Gnnnn, fucking love having my ass played with," I groaned. "Please..."

She nodded and lapped my pussy lovingly while slowly working her finger into my ass. I made a completely incoherent noise as I felt her wiggle it inside me while she buzzed my clit with her lips. For someone who had never been with a woman, mom was showing amazing lesbian intuition. She got her finger all the way down to the bottom knuckle, sending splinters of fire shooting through me. This was totally unlike anything I'd ever felt, even when I guy licked my pussy or fucked my ass. 

I began doing likewise, teasing my finger around her tight little rim before snaking inside. She reacted wonderfully, squeezing my finger with her ass and moaning shamelessly. Like mother, like daughter, obviously. We slurped one another's pussies and fingered asses until we were shaking uncontrollably. I felt like I was going to die of the pleasure that was starting to brim in me. 

We pushed our hips into one another's faces and screamed, unable to resist the mutual orgasm that crashed over us. Pumping and writhing, cum splattering our mouths and fingers spearing deep into our asses. We swallowed each other's essence greedily, sweat-slicked bodies glued together in lust. I felt transported, as if I could never come down from that climax that was mercilessly battering us. 

Finally, I collapsed, shaking like a leaf and panting like I'd run a marathon. My mother lay on top of me, barely moving, only her chest heaving and limbs twitching. Her pussy still oozed against my face, pink and glistening with her cum. I was dizzy. I couldn't have stood up if I'd tried. What the hell kind of chemistry did we have that we could cum so hard together?

"Holy fuck, mom..." I breathed finally. Her response moan was muffled by my sticky pussy. Even just moving my head seemed like colossal effort, so I just lay still, praying that I would not drown in my mother's cum, which trickled out of her steadily. I couldn't believe how alike our bodies were. 

Slowly, very slowly, she rolled off of me and tumbled to my side, now facing the ceiling. We both stared blankly at it, the sun rays through the window dancing off our sweaty forms. I couldn't begin to guess how much time had passed before I stirred, because I couldn't even feel my limbs yet, much less how long we'd been laying there. And to be honest, I didn't care that much either. Getting back to reality was not exactly a concern of mine. 

I just shut my eyes and breathed deeply. I didn't think about anything else, just slowly letting the tingles subside. Finally I could move again, curling my fingers and giving my mom's thigh a squeeze as she lay beside me. She hummed pleasantly and slowly turned herself around and lay half on top of me. We wrapped our arms around one another and kissed deeply, contentedly, just happy to be together and flush with the throes of fucking. 

"Oh, baby," she murmured, breaking the kiss and smiling down into my eyes. "I haven't cum that hard in years." 

"Me either." I agreed, lost in her liquid brown eyes. "We can't stop this, mom. I don't want to. I don't give a shit if people think it's wrong or whatever. I need to be fucking you like this. Whenever we can."

"Mmmm, I'd like that," she whispered, caressing my cheek gently. "But are you sure?"

"I'm a grown woman, mom, I'm very sure." I said, nodding. "Maybe it's weird that the only woman I've ever wanted is my mother, but there you go. I can't help how I feel or what I want. And what I want is to bury my tongue in your cunt every chance I get. God, imagine us cumming like that all the time, together."

"I love it," she said sweetly, kissing my lips again. "So we're going to be lovers? Are you going to beat all the boys off with a stick?"

"Well, I'm not going to keep you from having your fun," I replied reasonably. "I'm not jealous, I just know that I need to fuck you as often as we can manage it. Hopefully you feel the same."

She nodded. "I do, baby."

"And no regrets." I added, holding up a finger. 

"I promise," she said softly, kissing the proffered finger. "We both want this, we want to fuck one another whenever we can, and given what horny sluts we both are, that should be quite often."

I sighed in satisfaction. "You do know that the rest of today will be spent fucking and trying out all our new toys, right?" 

She smirked. "That does seem like the only sensible use of the rest of our day, yes. I've no doubt we're going to keep one another very busy. As long as we keep hydrated, so we don't just crumble to dust after we cum together for the twentieth time."

I giggled and she kissed me deeply again before straddling me, sitting on top of me and looking down. She moved one of my legs and nestled her sticky pussy into mine, undulating it back and forth gently. 

"Mmm, can't wait to girl-fuck you like this again," she purred, reaching down to massage my breasts as we squirmed our cunts slowly. "And now that there's no holding back or regrets, it'll be better than ever."

I nodded and stretched languidly beneath her, enjoying the feel of mom's body squirming with mine. She leaned down and kissed me again, the two of us giggling as our tongues wrestled playfully. 

"Just think about all the things we can do," I murmured, my hands now on her magnificent breasts, gently rolling her nipples between my fingers. "We've found so many ways our bodies are similar already, there must be more."

"I know," she replied, shivering as I teased her. "That same spots on our necks..."

"Oh, God, that," I moaned, my hips pressing up almost involuntarily at the thought. "If I get kissed there, it's over, I become the biggest slut. The smelliest, grossest kid at school could kiss me there and I'd be spiking myself on his cock like a volleyball."

"I'm pretty much the same way," mom purred. "Your dad actually got me to fuck for the first time that way, not that I needed any encouragement."

"Just the sound of the size of his dick alone would have done that for me," I giggled. "What was his cum like?"

"He nearly drowned me," she laughed. "First time we fucked? Yeah, I swear my cunt almost burst from overfilling."

"Well, we both also like anal," I continued, reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart while she squirmed her pussy against mine. "I love having fingers or a cock in my ass."

"I'm glad to know that," she sighed, feeling me stretch her. "We'll do this a lot, I promise."

We made out some more, neither of us ready to cum just yet, only wanting the feeling of closeness that came with what we were doing. There was plenty of time to get our fuck on. I couldn't believe how perfect this felt. It was so natural. Incest was now the farthest thing from my mind. It's not like anyone else had to know, right?

"God, just think of all the places we're gonna fuck," I mused, stretching myself and feeling sated for now. "The pool, the hot tub, the showers, we can try the pool cue again, the exercise equipment... nothing's gonna be safe from us now."

She giggled. "And don't forget the mall or other places we can take risks in," she reminded me. "We both seem to get off on public misbehaviour."

"I'll admit to that," I affirmed. "I used to fuck at school, seeing how close I could come to getting caught. I actually did a couple of times, but only once by a teacher."

Mom raised and eyebrow and smirked. "How did I never hear about that?"

I shrugged. "I sucked him off and he promised not to tell."

She laid down on me now, giggling. "That's my girl," she said cheerfully. "Resourceful in her sluttiness. You're just like your mom."

"Best role model a girl ever had," I purred, kissing her again. "Ready for a shower?"

Mom nodded. "We'd better go or we're gonna be stuck to my sheets."

We clambered off her bed and went into the hallway, holding hands. We paused and I smiled at her. "Y'know, we could try the shower in the basement again. Would be nice to remember this time around."

"Couldn't agree more, darling..." she said sweetly, taking my hand and leading me downstairs to the basement. We grabbed two towels and mom turned on the shower. We squeezed in, giggling as we made room for one another. Squished together like this, mom picked up the moisturizer bottle and drizzled it down between our tits. We kissed one another deeply as we began squirming our bodies together, slippery skin tingling. 

"Ohhh, Jesus, mom, you feel so good..." I murmured, tilting my hips forward to press my pussy to hers. "I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck."

"Mmmm, glad to hear it, baby," she replied, running her hands up and down my ass cheeks while biting at my beck. "Because it's all I want to do too."

We kissed and fondled and ground our bodies together in the shower for some time, lost in the exquisite sensations we shared. Finally we lowered ourselves to the floor, scissoring our legs and pressing our slits together, squirming them back and forth, an addiction we were rapidly developing. We both watched in fascination beneath the cascade of water, lips mingling and clits brushing. 

"I never would've guessed this felt so amazing," mom murmured as she played with her pussylips and pressed on my button with her thumb. "We've got so much to explore and just learn."

I giggled. "Kinda funny that you're still the only woman I'm horny for. But yes, I agree that this bears thorough investigation and we should take all the time we could possibly need."

We pulled one another close and kissed again, squirming our tits and cunts together. I don't think either of us were quite ready to cum yet, after all the feverish fucking just a little while earlier, but this-body-to-body stimulus thing was exactly what we craved. Finally we leaned back against opposite walls and just ground our pussies in slow circles, fondling our breasts and moaning. 

"Wonder what grinding our asses would feel like..." mom breathed. Without another word, we slowly turned ourselves over onto our knees, resting our hands against the walls and began squirming. We both moaned and shivered as our slippery cheeks rubbed into one another, the wonderful warmth filling us both.

"I think we've done this before, mom," I murmured, closing my eyes and losing myself in the sensation. "This feels familiar."

"Yes it does," mom agreed, moving her ass in slow, firm circles against me. "I'm not surprised if we did this the other night, given how tight this space is and how fucked up we were. Bet we really enjoyed it then, too..."

"We're smart cookies, then," I breathed, squirming back into her. "God, how the hell are we ever going to get anything done?"

"At the moment, who cares?" she breathed, her eyes closed. "We've got so many toys to try out..."

We sank further down, legs pushing past one another and our butts pressing harder than ever as we ground. Her pussy met mine underneath and we both moaned in pleasure at the welcome contact. I felt her fingers reach under and begin playing with us both and I shuddered, caressing her in return. 

"Mmmmm, and think about all the rooms in the house," I murmured. "We'll have to fuck in each and every one of them. And the back yard, and the hot tub..."

"Ooh, you read my mind, baby," she agreed. "I think we have all our free time figured out."

"Nnnnn, and now when we go out, it's not just going out, they're like dates..." I panted, getting hot once again. "Because I know... I'll be trying to- gnnnnnnnn- get into your pants afterward."

"Dating my daughter..." mom gasped. "Mmmmm, dating and fucking my hot daughter..."

We squirmed and pressed harder, fingering ourselves and one another almost frantically, needing one another's cum again. Our spines flexed and almost accordioned while we struggled to peak together. 

"Want to kiss you!" she hissed, turning herself around. "Fucking kiss me, Bron!"

I whirled around and grappled onto my mom, kissing her savagely. The need I felt was unreal. What kind of primordial lust did we share that we got so worked up with one another? Tongues tangled and dueled between us, moaning loudly and with unbridled passion. Mom shut off the water and we rose to our feet, staggering out of the shower while still kissing and groping. We made it to the game room before collapsing onto the plush rug, lost in one another's wet flesh. 

I shuddered and cried out as she dug her fingers into my slit, rippling them inside me. My pussy clenched around her fiercely and I responded by leaning in and gripping one of her nipples between my teeth, tugging. Mom keened loudly and her legs spread instantly, exposing her cunt. I slapped the slippery lips twice and she wailed in delight before I sunk my fingers deep down inside her. We finger-fucked one another frantically, hips bucking shamelessly until we both screamed in pleasure, cumming hard. I jammed my mouth to hers, still vocalizing my delight. She responded in kind, the two of us lost in ecstasy. 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 04



Finally we collapsed on our backs, chests heaving, bodies shaking. Only one pair of hands touched, anything more likely to kill us from the sensation. My eyes were closed and the world was still spinning. The tingling...

"Not sure we'll survive showering together all the time," she murmured finally, some indeterminate amount of time later. "Holy shit..."

"If our orgasms get any stronger we're going to fucking die," I replied, giving her hand a gentle caress, which was all I could manage. "But that's a chance I'm willing to take."

We lay still a while longer before mom sat up slowly, rubbing her face to banish the incoherence we both felt. Then she laid on her side and I turned onto mine, snuggling into her. We kissed lovingly and tenderly, something that would obviously become a post-coital routine for us. 

"Gotta pee," she murmured through the kiss. "Pretzel?"

I nodded and we helped one another stand and went back to the shower room, to the toilet tucked in the corner. Mom sat first, spreading her legs wide and holding out her arms. I sat down and scissored my legs with hers, letting her pull me close so our pussies were kissing again. Forehead to forehead and looking into one another's eyes, we both shivered as we began to pee. The thrill of feeling her stream splashing against my pussylips while mine did the same to her was enough to make us both moan deeply as we shared a kiss, tongues sliding and exploring. It didn't need to be said, this would be something else we did as often as possible. My clit tingled as she peed against it. Her pee trickled along the underside of my thighs, sending shivers through we. We kissed and swallowed one another's tongues hungrily, enthralled with yet another taboo. We finished and sighed, content for now with ourselves. 

"Mmmm, food..." I murmured finally. "Let's eat to get some energy and then fuck some more."

She nodded through our kiss, clearly agreeing. "What should we have for lunch? Aside from one another's pussy?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, we could either go and get something, which is easy but requires dressing, or we could just get some fruit and stuff out of the fridge. We also have whipped cream, so we could eat and fuck."

Mom giggled and kissed me again. "You are definitely my daughter. Let's see what we have to eat."

We stood after some more kissing and retrieved two towels, drying ourselves off and putting each other's hair in long braids to prevent frizzing. We then wiggled up to the kitchen together and began examining the contents of the fridge. I sat behind mom on a tall stool at the preparation island in the middle of the kitchen and watched intently. She bent over at the middle, giving me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy. 

"Hmmm," she mused. "Strawberries, grapes, plums, bananas, mandarin oranges..."

I went to the nearby dry food cabinet and opened it. "We also have chocolate syrup and honey to go with the whipped cream."

"Ohhhhh, goodness..." mom said slowly, pulling something out of the fridge but hiding it from me. She turned and smiled at me slyly. 

"What did you find?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

My eyes then widened when she held up a fat cucumber.

"Holy shit, mom," I breathed. "You want to eat that or fuck with it?"

"Why not both?" she asked. "We've already done bad things with a pool cue and Heaven only knows what else. Why not go organic too?"

I giggled. "Fair enough. Where shall we eat?"

"Backyard," she said, smiling wickedly. "We haven't done anything out there yet..."

We took the fruits, condiments and our cucumber out to the backyard, spreading out a large, soft blanket on the grass under the shade of a large willow tree that anchored one corner of the wide space. We loved our backyard, since we had a high wall around it and the lots on either side of us were completely vacant. To the rear was a steep slope that looked out over the valley. No one ever saw anything we did back there, unless there was some silent drone hovering nearby. 

We collapsed onto the blanket, kissing deeply as we embraced one another. My hands fumbled for the honey while mom found the whipped cream. We giggled as we drizzled the honey between us and then sprayed the whipped cream on top. Then we attacked one another hungrily, licking sloppily, kissing and spreading the sticky mess all over one another. Our bodies stuck together as we slid our tongues around. I buried my face in mom's pussy and she groaned in pleasure. Her hand reached down between my legs, her fingers sliding slowly in and out of my sticky slit. 

We drizzled the chocolate onto the already glistening mixture, licking and sucking all over one another. Nipples were licked and bit, clits lapped and cunts devoured with abandon. We ended up in a trembling 69, working each other into a frenzy until we both cried out and came, pussies bubbling over with our ecstasy. 

Panting with exhaustion, we curled up together and fed one another grapes and strawberries, eating slowly as we lay together, bodies tangled in a sticky embrace. Mom smirked and kissed my nose. "We might need to shower before we try out that cucumber, you think?"

I nodded. "Gonna need a new blanket too, we fucked this one up pretty good."

Wearily, we got up and sauntered over to the outdoor shower, standing under the water to get the residue of honey, cream and chocolate off of us. We hugged close and kissed lovingly, caressing one another until we were clean. Knowing we weren't quite ready to cum again just yet, we slipped into the jacuzzi, relaxing and just letting the jets do their work. 

"Mmmm, have you ever let the jets fuck you when you're alone out here?" mom purred, her head resting back against a small pillow as she sat across from me. 

"Of course," I replied, smiling. "When I'm having a dry spell with boys, they're some of my best friends. I think I even named 'em one night when I got drunk out here."

She giggled and pulled me onto her to sit on her lap. We kissed and fondled gently, enjoying the feel of one another's body and the taste of each other's mouth. We weren't horny yet, just feeling close and sensual. This was clearly something we could spend all our waking hours together doing. 

"You know," mom mused as I kissed my way down her collarbone to her breasts. "We could find some small improvised seats or something and sit back to back in the middle here and let the jets fuck us. We need to- ahhh- try that..."

"I love that idea," I murmured as I swirled my tongue around her nipple and tugged on it with my teeth. "Cumming with you is the best thing ever, no matter where we do it."

"We should take a little road trip," she suggested, caressing my hair. "Go somewhere that people won't know we're mom and daughter and behave really badly."

"That sounds like fun," I replied, looking up at her as I licked. "Like go to clubs and dance all naughty, or go to strip clubs and get naked together? Go to restaurants and tease one another under the table and then fuck in the bathroom?"

"Yes," she said, her fingers flexing on my neck. "Fuck in public, all sorts of misbehaviour."

The thought of it gave me shivers, even though the jacuzzi water was warm. No matter how much we fucked, I could not seem to get enough of her. Yes, it was new to us, but this lust was unreal, unlike anything I'd ever felt. I was obsessed with feeling her body to mine, her tongue and fingers inside me, her teeth on my nipples, her cunt rubbing mine until we came together. 

We were kissing again, moaning into one another's mouths shamelessly. I squirmed in her lap as she squeezed my ass cheeks under the water. Tongues tangled and played until the kiss became downright sloppy, our faces shining with each other's wetness, drool on our chins. I dragged my tongue around her face, even as she did the same to me, almost like we were marking one another. I don't think either of us had ever done something like this before and we went at it with a will. 

We cupped each other's faces as we stared into one another's eyes, foreheads pressed. We were breathing heavily, horny for one another, even though we had cum just a little bit ago. I know I was still sensitive and I had no doubt mom was too, but the aching need was driving us mad. What would it take to sate this inhuman lust we shared?

"Get another blanket from the storage bin," she said huskily. "We're gonna try and quench this fire for a few hours before we fucking die."

I clambered out of the hot tub, already missing the feel of her pressed to me but obeying readily. I retrieved another large blanket and followed her. She wiggled back to the shade beneath the big tree and I laid the blanket out. She held up the cucumber, giving me a knowing look.

"Finally," she said, smiling. "Something as big as your dad."

The cucumber was huge, it had to be four fingers wide and easily twelve inches in length. It scared me to think she might be serious about my dad's cock.

"Jesus," I murmured, trying to not sound intimidated. "If dad was that big, I'd die if he fucked me. Where did you put it all, mom?"

She giggled and swirled her tongue around one side of the vegetable. "Mmmm, you'd have loved his cock, baby. It felt like nothing else on earth, it was wonderful to have inside you. Now, lie down and let mommy take care of you."

Intimidated as I might have been, I trusted my mom implicitly, so I laid on my back, legs spread enough that she could kneel between them. She leaned in and began kissing and lapping at me, making me shiver. She teased my lips with the tip of the huge vegetable. I'd heard stories and even seen porn involving cucumbers, but it had never occurred to me I'd be doing it myself. 

"Oooh, you're nice and wet, baby," she cooed, smiling as she stroked a finger up and down my slit before bringing it to her lips and tasting it. "You ready for the big leagues?"

I nodded, hopefully looking more confident than I felt. I laid my head back and tried to relax, knowing that being tense wouldn't help matters. I bit my inner lip as I felt the tip of the cucumber touch me and gently push my pussylips apart. Closing my eyes, I could feel the pressure as she pressed it slowly and firmly against my opening.

"Just relax, baby," she said softly. "I'll go slow, I promise."

"Not too slow," I murmured, trying to sound confident. "I'm a big girl..."

She started a gentle push and I could feel my vagina slowly opening. The cucumber got bigger quickly and I sucked in my breath as it entered me. My eyes shot open as I could feel a 'pop' and crackle in my hips as they stretched to accommodate the intrusion.

"Jesus," I wheezed. "Holy fuckballs..."

My legs trembled and I bent my knees as she kept pushing, slowly but relentlessly. My whole body went rigid- this was like nothing I'd ever imagined. More popping and crackling in my hips...

"Gnnnnnnnn!" I groaned. It wasn't exactly pain, nor was it pleasure. It was... something expanding inside me, my body yielding before some invader. I looked at the sky, my body trembling as the cucumber pressed on deeper inside me. 

"Okay, I think that's in, baby..." mom said, smiling. She seemed pleased with what I'd accomplished. I slowly tilted my head up and looked down my body- I could see the swell of the vegetable under the skin just over my pussy, the other half sticking out of me down below. I had to work to breathe normally, even though the popping had finally stopped. 

"Thank God," I grunted finally. "I thought you were gonna stuff it all the way in..."

"No, silly," she giggled, moving herself around. "If I did that, then I wouldn't be able to do this..."

Mom then knelt over my hips and squirmed herself against the other half of the cucumber, taking it slowly inside. I shivered and groaned as her weight pressed against me, pushing my half of the cucumber deeper inside even as she took the remaining half into her cunt. She sighed and moaned as she settled down, her netherlips finally pressing to mine. The cucumber had completely disappeared inside the two of us. 

"Oooh, it's been a while since I've felt anything like that..." she cooed, finally relaxing. She laid down opposite me, our legs scissored and cunts mashed together. She took hold of my wrists and I did likewise. Being pinned to her like this was unreal. I felt like I couldn't escape. 

"Now just start out by squirming your hips, darling, can you do that?" she said gently. I did as instructed, feeling her do likewise. I shivered and moaned, feeling her lips slithering against mine and her clit brushing into me. It felt wonderful and also required a lot of exertion. Feeling like I was fit to burst, I undulated as much as I dared, gripping mom's wrists firmly. 

"You've... done this before?" I moaned as I worked myself on the cucumber and against my mother. 

"Been... a long time..." she grunted, biting her lip. "I practiced with one... after I fucked your dad for the first time. He was so big and it nearly killed me. Wanted to get better for him."

"Jesus," I murmured, the world around me melting. "If he was anything close to this big, he would have fucking killed me, pumping back and forth inside my puss."

"You can't lie and tell me you're not enjoying it," mom sighed, still holding me and seeming to hit her rhythm. "I know you, slut, this is going to make you cum like crazy."

"Not denying it," I hissed as we began working our hips in unison, a little faster now. It seemed tighter than ever inside me, stretching me. "I just hope it doesn't fucking wreck my cunt."

"That's an old myth, baby," mom panted, getting worked up. "Your cunt will go back just fine. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Oh, baby, we're gonna cum so fucking hard..."

She was right, I could feel it. I was going to have a gigantic orgasm. My body was already flushed and the tingling was building, accompanied by that wonderful heat that washed over me every time I came, leaving me floating in a world of liquid pleasure. I pressed against her harder, ground my pussy against hers more fervently, taking the cucumber inside myself shamelessly. 

Pretty soon we were both beyond words, reduced to panting, moaning and incoherent sounds that indicated our carnal need. The cucumber felt bigger than ever inside me, growing more so with each passing moment. Sparks and zings of delight juddered through my brainstem, my clit absolutely throbbing and feeling like it was a wet fire. Prickles of heat, all over me...

I gnashed my teeth as I fought to hold on, pressing my hips up in the air, my mother doing likewise. Still gripping one another's wrists, we pulled desperately, grinding and pressing our cunts with a dreadful eagerness. 

"Ah!" I cried out as the orgasm battered me, causing me to lose of all sense of control over my body. I felt the total pleasure roll over me, pulling me into a million pieces, scattered across a scintillating wind of bliss. I was vaguely aware of my mom doing the same, lost in her own world of rapture. I pumped and ground and writhed with abandon, knowing no one could hear us or see us. My mom and I could make all the incestuous love we wanted. 

Finally it ended. The brutal orgasm pulled away wetly, like the tide, leaving me exhausted and feeling almost... flattened or deflated. Not in a bad way, but like a balloon that was out of air, I had a sensation of almost being collapsed in on myself. My thundering heart and my breathing were all I could feel or hear, aside from the last few tingles of my ecstasy. The pressure of my mom's fingers on my wrists soon came back to me. 

"I can't believe I just fucked a giant cucumber with my mom." I thought hazily, my head still spinning. 

"I can hardly believe it myself, baby, although I'm not objecting..." mom replied, caressing my wrists. Shit, had I said that out loud?

We just laid there, pussy to pussy, the gigantic vegetable still stuffed up inside us both. We felt unable to move. What if we were just stuck like this?

Seconds later, mom stirred. "Okay, baby," she said softly. "Let go of my wrists and press your hands against the ground to brace yourself and I'll pull myself off. After that I'll get you unstuck, okay?"

I just nodded and did as instructed, pressing my hands against the soft blanket we were laying on. I felt her moving and then she gasped as she slowly pulled back, the cucumber slowly exiting her engorged cunt. She was wheezing for a moment or two after she had disengaged herself, but recovered and began the process of liberating me from my near-paralysis. 

I shuddered and groaned as she took gentle hold and began pulling it gently out of me. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut but then there was a loud, wet 'pop!' as the tip came out suddenly. I yelped and jerked violently before laying still, now stunned by the feeling of emptiness that had followed. Mom leaned in between my legs and planted soft kisses on my pussy, helping my adjust to the new sensation. 

"I have no idea how we're gonna survive our sex," I murmured as she snuggled up with me. "Then again, I can't think of a better way to go."

We held one another and made out for some time before slowly getting up and making our way back to the jaccuzi. We giggled as we kissed and tongued the much-abused cucumber before mom stood it between her thighs, pointing up. I sat on her lap, my pussylips pressed to it, as were hers. We kissed and fondled one another while keeping it between us. 

"God, we're gonna be exhausted by the time night rolls around." I murmured through our kiss. "But I know I'm still gonna be horny and want to fuck you."

Mom nodded and moaned in agreement as her lips locked with mine. "Mmmmmm, trying out some of those toys with you tonight will be heaven, baby."

We made out for some time before stepping into the outdoor shower near the pool and cleaning ourselves off. Heading back into the house, we agreed we should take a nap in order to regain our strength. We snuggled into her bed and kissed lovingly, finally drifting off in one another's arms. It had been the best day ever. 

***

I woke up feeling a wet tingling spreading through my body, the lovely sensation of a tongue lapping at my pussy. I moaned and squirmed, opening my eyes to smile down at my mother, who was between my legs and sliding her wicked tongue in and out of me. She smiled up at me before snaking her hands up my body and giving my nipples a wonderful pinch. I shivered at the sting.

"Unnnnnn, best way to wake up ever..." I murmured, spreading my legs wider to allow her easier access to me. She buried her face deeper inside me, lashing my inner walls hungrily. I trembled and moaned, squirming my body around and fondling my breasts. Then she slid a finger into my ass, causing me to gasp and stiffen. She flicked my clit with her tongue while she pushed the finger in and out. Seconds later I shuddered and moaned, cumming for her. 

Once I had cum, she crawled up my body and we kissed deeply, tongues greeting one another wetly. I wrapped my legs around her waist, delighted to feel her moist pussy against mine. We squirmed and rocked against one another as we made out before she kissed my nose and grinned. "We've only been asleep for about two hours. Plenty of time left in the day."

"Mmmm, good to hear," I purred. "Got any ideas of what we should do?"

"Well, I gotta pee," mom stated. "Wanna come with me?"

I giggled. "Why the hell does peeing with you and watching you pee turn me on? What have you done to me?"

"I was wondering the same thing about you," mom replied, pulling me up and wiggling out of her room, leading me by the hand. "But who says that is a bad thing?"

We went into the bathroom and mom sat down on the marble seat, spreading her legs and pulling me onto her. I slipped onto her lap, slinging one leg over her and behind, anchoring myself to her. Pussy to pussy now, breasts squashed together and looking into one another's eyes, we were ready to indulge what we intended to become a ritual. We took one another by the back of the heck and kissed lovingly, bodies becoming one. I heard mom hum and her soft, sticky womanhood flexed slightly as she began to pee. I shivered as I felt the stream against me and released myself, peeing against her. Our offerings spattered and mingled between us, soaking our cunts and inner thighs. It felt so naughty and so erotic. 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 04



"Oh, God," I moaned through the kiss. "I'm never gonna want to stop doing this, mom."

"Me either, baby," she murmured. "This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"

We disentangled ourselves and stood, knowing we now needed a shower since we'd happily pee'd on one another. We clambered into the shower after mom turned on the water and began kissing and fondling one another ardently. The warm water beat down on us as we groped and explored, still thrilling in one another's delightful forms. 

Mom leaned against the wall while I knelt behind her, kissing her ass and sliding my tongue up and down, from her gooey pussy, over her sensitive ridge to her puckered knot. She bit her lip and moaned in pleasure. The tip of my tongue flicked against it, sending tingles through her. 

"Mmmmm, baby..." she sighed, squirming her ass. "You sure know what mommy likes."

"The same things as me." I murmured as I snaked my tongue up and down. She hissed and bit her lip as I slid a finger into her pussy and another in her ass. I wiggled and pushed them in and out of her while using my tongue until she groaned and pressed back as hard as she could, cumming. She sank to her knees and snuggled back against me, her perfect ass on my thighs. I held her closed and caressed her breast while kissing her neck.

"Love you, mommy." I whispered, cupping her full breasts. 

"Mmmmm, love you too, baby," she whispered backed. "You make mommy feel so good."

"Are we gonna fuck and make love for the rest of the night?" I asked in a tiny, cute voice, pinching her nipples and giving them a little tug. She shivered and giggled in response, humming her assent to my plan. We washed one another off and exited the shower, dressed only in our thick, plush robes as we discussed dinner plans. 

We finally just had some leftovers, since they were quick and this promised to get us back to fucking quickly. And that was what we wanted, was to be fucking. I couldn't imagine getting tired of making love to mom or her body. You know how you love your own body when you masturbate and are enthralled by every inch of it and how it responds to your touch? Well that's how I felt about mom's body. 

We finished dinner and mom went and laid on the couch, spreading her robe open and exposing herself to me. I walked over, undoing my robe and laying down on top of her, my robe covering us. We kissed deeply and gently moved against one another. We made out for I don't know how long, lost in one another until I became acutely aware of how wet and sticky I was against her. She giggled as she pressed her hips up slightly, letting me feel how wet and turned on she was as well. 

"So how're we gonna top that enormous cucumber we fucked earlier?" she asked as she kissed along my jaw. 

"How 'bout... we gnnnnnnnnn!" I gasped as she nibbled my ear. "We double-barrel ourselves?"

"Oooh, baby," she cooed, clearly enjoying the idea. "I love it. That'll probably kill us for the night, given what a day we've had, though."

"Mmmmm, but what a way to go." I murmured, thrilling to the notion. "Let's go do it..."

We got up and walked hand-in-hand over to the still-waiting bags of lingerie and goodies from the previous day. We took them up to mom's bedroom and began laying out the toys while mom took out our lingerie. She got a sly smile on her face as she looked at me. 

"How about we film ourselves and wear some of our new outfits while we fuck?" she suggested, holding up one of the pairs of panties I'd chosen. We could make our own little porn movie."

"That sounds wonderful!" I exclaimed and began darting around the house to gather up all the recording devices I could. Mom and I each had a phone and they came with stands that would hold them upright if needed. We also had two camcorders and began searching for places to put them. 

"Make sure we suspend one directly above, so we can see everything from that angle," mom said, pointing up at her overhead lamp. "I've done it before when I've filmed myself masturbating." It was sturdy and I could see that fixing one of the camcorders to it would be easy enough. I stood on her bed and found my place for it. 

Once we had figured out where all the cameras would be, we began trying on lingerie for one another. Mom put on her lacy white corset and matching panties, along with some stockings. I slipped into the sheer black bra and panties I'd picked, a wonderful contrast to her. We looked at one another expectantly for a moment before turning on the cameras. 

We melted into one another's arms as we stood beside the bed, kissing deeply. Hands roamed and wondered, caressing and feeling one another's lingerie. Tongues slipped deeply inside each other's mouths. I shivered deliciously as I tasted her and felt her hands on me. I was already getting shamelessly wet and we'd barely begun. 

Tangled in one another, we slipped onto the bed, my mom unhooking my bra and sliding it off me. I moaned as she took firm hold of my breasts, massaging and squeezing me. We continued kissing as we molested one another, rolling slowly back and forth. I pulled down the cups of her corset, revealing her lovely breasts to me. She gasped as I nipped her soft skin and tugged on her nipple with my teeth. 

"Mmmmm, baby," she murmured, making sure the cameras could hear her. "You make mommy so wet..."

"Yeah?" I mused, grinning. "Let's take a look, shall we?"

I took the camcorder that was set on a tripod next to the bed and brought it closer to her, zeroing in on her panties. She spread her legs wantonly, revealing her lacy whites. They were indeed wet, a dark patch spreading across the from her core. She moaned as I pressed my finger to the panties and rubbed them up and down. 

"Looks like I am too," I breathed, spreading my legs as I knelt and pointing the camera down at my self. My sheer, almost see-through panties were glistening with my desire, some of which I gathered with my finger and displayed for the camera. I then moved up to mom, scissoring our legs and began squirming my panties into hers, keeping the camera focused on the action. 

We sighed and moaned as we ground our panties together, with me passing the camera to mom for another point of view. It felt so tingling and sticky and warm. We were both getting heated and I reached over to pull the tripod even closer. Grinding and slithering, we hit a wonderful rhythm that we knew would look fantastic on camera. 

No sooner had I placed the camera back on its tripod than mom surged up and pressed me down to the bed beneath her, kissing me greedily. We were becoming more and more heated, horny beyond belief and needing one another. We stripped off one another's panties, leaving me only in my sheer black stockings and mom in her stockings and corset. I turned and faced down her body, pulling her hips to my face and beginning to lap and suck on her pussy hungrily. Mom groaned and did the same, her tongue and fingers snaking up inside me. 

God, I was so fucking wet. We squirmed and writhed, tongues in each other's cunts and fingers buried in one another's asses. It was heavenly, I felt like I was drunk on her taste and scent. We pushed our fingers deeper in one another, sucking clits and teasing netherlips. I was a sweating, trembling mess quickly and reached over for the camera again, trying to keep it steady. 

"Fuck me, mommy!" I panted. "Fuck me with your pussy!"

Mom needed no encouragement and turned us around until she was kneeling over me, her cunt pressed to mine. Our lips glistened as they mingled and slid together, clits kissing and throbbing. I zoomed in the camera to catch everything. It was incredible, the noises our pussies made as they slithered. She gripped my leg tight as she fucked me, her eyes glassy with her desire. 

She laid back now, her body against the bed like mine and we moved closer together, beneath the camera that was fixed into the lights above. I put the camcorder back on its stand and then began to fuck my mom. We gripped one another's wrists and began grinding. Snaking and humping together, our slits wetter than I imagined possible. I was soaked with sweat, as was my mom. We groaned and hissed as we fucked, drawing closer to cumming. I clenched her wrists tighter and tighter, pulling her closer, needing to feel all of her. 

I wailed in ecstasy as I came, mom's cries of pleasure filling my ears. Our cunts bubbled over with our sticky cum, slathering one another. I shuddered and ground, pressing harder and harder, like I was trying to stuff my mom inside me. I was floating in a world of boundless colour as we came together.

We lay still, breathing heavily, the cameras still recording us. I have no idea how much time had passed, nor did I care. We had all the time in the world and no desire to be anywhere else. Fingers caressed wrists gently and our pussies undulated slowly. We just lay in bliss, content to be together at this most magical of moments. 

Finally, mom stirred. She looked down our bodies and smiled at me dreamily. "Hi, baby."

"Mmmmm, hi, mommy," I purred. "That was so good. You ready for the main event?"

"You mean getting our cunts and asses stuffed with our new toys? Can't wait..."

We stirred and each of us took one of the long, double-ended toys that awaited our pleasure. We then knelt up, facing one another, bodies close as we held the dildos. Staring into one another's eyes, we moved close enough for our tits to press together and slid the dongs up between them. We rubbed them up and down slowly, flicking the tips with our tongues and smiling. Mom drizzled some edible lube on the tips and we began slowly began pumping our hands up and down the lengths. 

Once they were good and slippery, we laid on our backs again and spread our legs wide, wide enough to expose our little knots. Mom then placed one end of the dildo at my rose and eased it it slowly. I sighed in pleasure as it slid in, stretching me. My back arched and I gasped as I hit my limit. Mom smiled and then placed her end to her ass, pushing it in and then wiggling herself down its length until our cheeks met. I was breathing heavily, feeling so full, but we were only half done. 

I took the other dildo and placed it against her pussy. It glided in easily since we were both so wet and eager for more. I then slipped it inside myself, both of us moaning loudly as we were filled now, front and back. It was unreal, being pinned to my mom this way. 

"How do you feel, baby?" she whispered, caressing my wrists.

"Uhhhnnnn, very full, mommy," I sighed. "Let's do this."

We gripped one another's wrists again and began to squirm and pump in time. I could feel my ass cheeks press to hers and our pussies touch as we fucked. The dildos moved inside me, at different times, almost different speeds, seemingly, because my ass was gripping even tighter than my pussy. I gazed down my body. I was so full. I could see the dildo in my pussy moving underneath the thin skin. 

Mom shuddered and gasped, sending shocks through me as well. I could feel the dildos pressing inside me, separated only by the thin membrane between my cunt and my ass. It was unreal, thinking they were so close. 

"Ohhhhhh, baby," she moaned, squirming her hips slowly. "This feels amazing. It's the best thing ever."

"Mommy..." I whimpered, not able to say much else. Pussylips touched as we pressed closer, the dildos completely swallowed between us. I breathed as deeply as I could, trying to relax, but these two huge objects were deep inside me. I wondered if this was how those anime girls with the tentacle monsters felt. 

I slipped my legs over hers and we both groaned as we were pulled closer still. Our breasts jiggled and heaved as we moved against one another steadily, finding our rhythm. Clenching wrists, we began to grind strongly. Holy shit, I felt full. It was almost like the dildos were in my throat, I was gasping. 

Mom seemed to be in the same state, almost paralyzed by the unreal sensations that battered us. But we kept grinding, hard as we could, cunts mashing and cheeks rubbing. I was completely incoherent as we pounded one another. The stretching feeling was driving me over the edge, a burning pleasure stealing over my body...

I couldn't have helped it if I wanted to- I screamed, loudly. My body exploded in ecstasy, Mom cried out and her nails bit into my wrists. I could feel my pussy and my ass clenching. It felt like the dildos would be pushed out of me, but mom was clenching and pushing right back. The pressure was enormous and my mind spun. 

I blacked out. I'd done that maybe once before from an orgasm and it had been one I'd given myself. It was nothing like this, though. When I came to, my mind was still floating, my limbs tingling. Liquid pleasure filled my body, the faint feeling of the dildos pulsing inside me. I was... exhausted. 

No idea how much time passed before I opened my eyes. I could feel mom's fingers on my wrists, but the rest of me was just mush. She smiled down at me, still laying opposite. "Love you, baby..." she said softly. 

"Mmmm, love you too, mom." I managed. I freely admit, I had no clue how we were gonna get ourselves out of this position, since we were more or less nailed to one another. I felt so stuffed I couldn't even tell if I had to pee or not. I'd had big dildos and vibes in me before, I'd even been double-penetrated by two guys- but none of those experiences came close to the sensation I was currently trying to work through. 

Mom giggled. "I have no idea how to get out of this, darling," she said. "I guess when we're ready we both just pull away from one another and hope for the best."

"Oh, Jesus," I sighed. "What if I piss or crap myself?"

"Let's just pray it doesn't come to that on my silky sheets," mom replied warily. "Can you reach the lip of the bed and grip it?"

I stretched my arms up to my sides and past my head, managing to take hold of the edge of the bed, wheezing as the dildos shifted inside me. I could actually see the shape of the one in my pussy bulging beneath my skin. Holy shit... 

"Ready, baby?" mom asked, having taken hold of her edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and nodded. 

We both groaned and cried out as we pulled away from one another. It almost felt like my insides were being pulled out- not painfully, but there was this unreal tugging sensation within my body that I was not the least bit prepared for. I shuddered and spasmed as the dildo in my cunt popped out loudly. Mom got the second one out of her ass first and I heard her gasp in shock at its exit. Without the huge pressure inside me I just lay still for several seconds, trying to catch my breath and orient myself. The dildo was still in my ass, but I could barely feel it now. 

Shivers rippled through me as my mom slowly crawled over and gently pulled the dildo out of me. I almost felt empty again, much like I had after the cucumber, but this was even more pronounced. Mom laid slowly on top of me and we kissed lovingly, exhausted bodies melting into one another. 

"Heaven, baby," she whispered as we kissed. "Sheer heaven."

"Mmmm, it was too good for words, mommy," I murmured. "We've gotta do that again."

"We will, as often as we like," she said, smiling and kissing my nose. "But for now, let's just pee and sleep."

I nodded and we slowly got off the bed, walking and holding on to one another for support. Mom sat on the toilet and I wrapped myself into her. We kissed deeply as we peed, soaking one another and giggling at the naughty thrill of it. We cleaned ourselves and went back to her bed, making out and squirming our bodes together before falling asleep in one another's arms. 

It was the first day of our new lives as lovers and we even had video to remember it by.

Shit, we never did turn off the cameras...

***



Sapphic Serenity Ch. 05



Disclaimer and Author's Note: All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise. 

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Chapter 5- Still Playing For Both Teams 

I was glad to see that my potential date was prompt, because he showed up at the food court of the mall three minutes ahead of when we agreed to meet there. Of course, I had to make it look like I hadn't arrived first, I'd been standing near the women's bathrooms for about ten minutes when I saw him walk by. I waited until he sat and then walked up, beaming a bright smile. 

"Hi," I said brightly as I joined him, sitting at the little table. "Glad you made it." I could see him trying to make it look like he wasn't staring, but I didn't blame him, either. I'd worn some of my favourite black yoga pants and a tight white t-shirt that my breasts strained against. I wore no bra but I'd brought some panties, just in case things got wet. 

"Thanks, you too," he said, pleased I'd shown up. "Can I, uh, get you a drink or something?" 

"Just some coffee, black." I said, pointing to indicate a small indie coffee shop I liked. He nodded and retrieved two beverages for us, although his was clearly a smoothie. Apparently not a coffee drinker. I'd try not to hold that against him. 

We talked briefly about our plans for the summer and such. He indicated that he was working to save up money for a truck and I told him that I was taking a year off before heading to college, possibly traveling with my mom to Europe. He'd gone to a trade school, majoring in shop and mechanics, meaning he might be useful to keep around, because mom and I knew very damned little about fixing cars. If he could fuck, that would cinch the deal. 

We got up and walked around the mall, chatting idly, until we came to the hallway that mom and I had exploited so readily that past weekend. I pulled him down the mostly empty corridor and into the photo booth where so many scandalous pictures had been taken. I pushed him down onto the bench with a finger and leaned over him, my breasts that were barely held in by my tight t-shirt now in his face. I smiled at him wickedly. 

"I'll be straight with you," I said softly, kneeling one of my knees between his parted legs and trailing my finger down his chest. He seemed to have a pretty fit build and I was hopeful. "I've wanted to get in your pants since the moment you delivered that pizza to my door. You would have to really mess up or be a complete douchebag for me not to fuck you, do you understand me so far?" 

He said nothing but nodded, his eyes widening at my words. If he'd suspected before this or hoped, he didn't seem to be ready for how forward I was being on the subject. 

"I'm a horny girl and you've got me tingling," I continued, leaning in a little closer. "So here's the deal- I'm going to take you into the family washroom over there, drop your pants and suck your dick. Later on tonight, you show up at my place and we'll seal the deal. Got it?" 

More nodding. 

I took him by the hand and led him the short distance to the bathrooms. We slipped into the family changeroom and from there into the back room where the toilet was. Without waiting, I pushed him up against the wall and knelt in front of him. He watched with wide eyes as I undid his belt and unzipped his fly. I shimmied down his pants and then his briefs. I nodded in approval at what I saw- not the biggest dick ever, but decently-sized and thick enough to suit my purposes. I smiled up at him knowingly and took his swelling cock in my hand. 

"Mmmmm, that's what I'm talking about," I cooed as I began stroking slowly, examining him. "Good tool you've got here." My tongue snaked out and flicked against the head for a moment, teasing him. He was rock-hard within seconds and I liked how his dick throbbed in my hand. God, I loved the feel of a strong male member. I kissed the head and then rolled my tongue around it, getting the tip glistening. He shivered and my free hand reached under and caressed his sac lightly. 

I heard his head thunk back against the wall as I took him inside my mouth, sliding slowly down his shaft to the base. I was glad he was the cleanly type, circumcised too, which was a plus. I gave the base a gentle squeeze with my finger and thumb, my lips touching the ring they formed around him. He let out a groan as I bobbed back and forth along his length. His hands flattened to the wall at his sides and his fingers flexed and clenched. 

I pulled my mouth back and swirled my tongue around the head before lifting his cock at an angle and running my tongue along the underside, from base to tip, looking up at him wantonly the whole time. I am quite proud of my dick-sucking skills, I've worked hard to become a renowned mistress of fellatio. Any boy I'd been with at school said I had the most wicked mouth and lots of girls were jealous. 

I teased the head some more while my hand pumped up and down his shaft, then slid my warm mouth all the way down again, slowly, making sure he would remember this moment in a random mall bathroom. My other hand strayed under his parted legs and stroked his taint for a moment before moving inward, finding his tight knot and pressing against it. He gasped and shuddered in response. 

"Mmmm, so you do like that sort of thing," I murmured, smiling up at him with knowing eyes. "That's good to know..." 

I bobbed back and forth a few more times before I stood, leaning close into him and staring into his eyes while my hand pumped his cock. My free hand shimmied my yoga pants and thong down over my hips and mid-thighs. I then turned and pressed my ass against his throbbing member, grinding it slowly between my tight cheeks. He moaned loud enough I though someone might actually hear him, but nothing happened. I leaned back against him, my hand on one side of his face and my cheek pressed to his while I writhed slowly against him. 

"So, big boy..." I whispered, caressing his cheek and ear. "You want inside me?" 

He nodded, sweat beading on his brow. 

"You want to fuck me?" 

"Uh-huh..." he managed to say. 

"Gonna fuck me with this solid cock of yours?" 

"Nnnnn, yes..." he breathed, trembling now. 

"Good," I said, stepping away from him suddenly and pulling up my yoga pants before I started to get too turned on myself. "In that case, you'll show up tonight, right? Just after seven would be fine." 

He gaped at me as he continued to lean back against the wall. His poor dick was standing at an upward angle, visibly pulsing from his arousal. His eyes were wide with astonishment. "Uhhhhh..." he mewled. 

"This wasn't a tease, just a promise of more," I said simply, turning to face him and smiling sweetly. "If I were you, I wouldn't finish off, I'd just let it go away. I want you nice and ready to go tonight, got it?" 

He just nodded. 

I looked down at his raging cock, put my finger to the tip of it and pressed down, removing my finger to let it comically spring back to its former position. I giggled, leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek and sauntered out of the bathroom. Smirking to myself, I made my way to my car and drove home, knowing that without a doubt, I'd see him tonight. I know boys and there was no way he would say no to my offer. 

*** 

I came in, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Mom was sitting on one of the couches in her plush robe, legs curled underneath her and drinking a glass of wine. 

"Hi, baby," she said as I entered the living room. "You look pleased with yourself. The date go well?" 

"I like to think so," I replied cheerfully, walking over to her, leaning in and giving her a deep, loving kiss as she and I were now accustomed to doing. I loved the taste of my mom's mouth. "We had a coffee, I dragged him into the family bathroom, sucked his dick until he was my slave and then left before he blew, making him promise to come by for the rest tonight." 

Mom giggled, taking another sip of wine. "You truly are your mother's daughter," she said easily. "But we may have a little planning to do." 

"Oh?" I said, sitting down next to her casually. "Why, what's up?" 

"I am bringing home a plaything too," she explained, swirling her red wine in her glass. "The guest fitness instructor at our gym, the Italian one." 

"Claudio?" I posited, turning my head and smirking. "Mom, you're fucking the fitness instructor?" 

"Well, I will be," she corrected. "He leaves for home tomorrow and I wanted to give him a proper send-off, you know? 

"Well, if anyone could, it's you, mom," I said simply. "I'm expecting my guest at around seven, when is yours getting here?" 

"Not 'til after after the gym closes around nine," she mused. 

"Oh, we'll be long gone to my room by then," I declared. "Not only is he going to fuck me, but I'm putting my double dildo and strap-on to good use." 

Mom giggled. "Oh, so you were right about him. Well, baby, this should work out just fine then. Will he be staying the night?" 

"Doubt it," I answered, considering. "I'm just fucking him. I'll make him stupid with bliss and then give him the boot in the wee hours while you and Claudio are asleep. Not like he'll mind, right?" 

"True enough," she agreed, putting her arms around me and pulling me closer. I snuggled into her and sighed contentedly. She kissed the top of my head and smiled. "I do love getting some cock, but I can't wait until I can fuck my little girl again." 

"Mmmm, that makes two of us, mom," I purred, reaching up and gently caressing her breast through her robe. "Good to know that dick will never come between us." 

"So, aside from a light dinner, what would you like to do until your playdate arrives?" 

I giggled at her referring to him as a playdate, like we were five or something. I guess I was planning to play doctor with him, after a fashion. "Well, we could just tease one another and get horny as hell, so we attack our men when they get here." 

"Hm, I don't think I'll 'attack' mine, but I do like your idea all the same," she said easily. "Want to just make out and suck on one another's tits? 

I nodded. "No pussy-play or I'll want to cum. Well, maybe just a little clit kissing, okay? I do like it when you kiss my clit." 

She nodded and took hold of my cheeks, gently bringing my face to hers. Our lips locked and tongues tangled lustily as we began kissing. Mom pulled my shirt up so it was over my breasts, exposing me while I undid her robe and laid her bare except for her panties. I clambered into her lap, kissing her deeply while we squirmed our tits together. Her wonderful hands wandered up and down my back, occasionally squeezing my bum, still encased within my yoga pants. 

"Mmmmmm, baby," she murmured through our kiss. "You could make me swear off men..." 

"If we both grow cocks to go with our cunts you have a deal." I replied, biting her lip and tugging on it gently with my teeth. "Oooh, mommy what if our cocks and cunts were opposite on us? We could fuck one another at the same time..." 

Mom's response was to groan and pull me tight against her, our tits squashing together. I held a certain amount of doubt that we could keep from fucking at this rate, but at least we would try. Tongues tangled and hands wandered over soft flesh as we kissed. Every bit of her succulent body thrilled me and I loved having it pressed to mine. 

We made out and teased one another for close to half an hour before we were trembling, sweating wrecks, desperate for one another. Mom was gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me against her, my yoga pants squirming against her lacy panties. We were both clenching our teeth as we fought the desperate need to attack one another and just fuck until we passed out. I wanted to give my little boy-toy everything I had. 

I was almost shaking as I clambered off her lap and laid on the floor, taking deep breaths. The crotch of my yoga pants was soaking through, as were mom's panties. She was fanning herself as she wrestled her libido back under control. 

"Holy fuckballs, mom," I sighed, taking a chance and stripping off my pants and thong to air myself out. "You and I are terrible at restraining ourselves." 

"Seems so," she breathed, composing herself. "Pretty sure if either of us had kissed or bitten that spot on the neck it would have been over." 

"'s'why I didn't do it..." I admitted, gently cupping my pussy to feel how wet I was. Predictably, I was a sopping mess and warmer than a Brazilian sidewalk. I kissed my sticky fingers, tingling all over at the taste of my arousal. I hoped my playdate was on time, because I really had to fuck something. 

Lunch was cold fruit for both of us. Chilled plums and grapes and pears, followed up by peach sorbet, anything that would cool us down. I pushed away my now-empty dessert bowl and sighed. "I need a shower in the worst way. I think if I'm gonna remain unsullied for my valiant prince, I'd better shower alone, y'know?" 

Mom nodded. "Couldn't agree more. I'm a sloppy fucking mess down there and I'm gonna take an icy shower too. We'd better lay off on any physical contact with one another for the rest of the night or we'll be spent before the men get here." 

I put her robe back on her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before heading upstairs to take my shower. I kept the water as cold as I could reasonably handle, a chilling, refreshing douse that quenched the intense liquid heat that had filled me. Even my now rock-hard nipples being caressed by my hands did not turn me on, so cold was the inundation. I wrapped myself in a robe, put my hair up in a towel and laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. 

Is this really what I had to do in order to be primed for a date? Lie perfectly still because otherwise my mother and I would lose control and fuck until we were worn out? Seemed ridiculous, but the evidence was nothing short of empirical- we could not be trusted around one another. If we were together, we'd fuck, simple as that. 

Not that I minded, of course, but for instances like this. 

I pinched the back of my hand as I realized my thoughts were drifting toward my mother. 

Maybe a nap would be in order. Sure, I might have horny dreams, but even I don't masturbate in my sleep, often. I could nap and wake up refreshed, get ready for my guest and then show him the night of his life. It was a good plan and I could stick to it. 

As long as mom didn't walk into my room. 

I shut my eyes and took a nap. 

*** 

"Heard from your playmate yet, baby?" mom called from her bedroom as I sat in my own room at the vanity, carefully preparing myself. 

"Yeah, he's about fifteen minutes away," I called back. "I've got the time I need to spin my web." I was wearing tight, ripped jeans and a really tight t-shirt with a band logo on the front. My hair was up in a casual, sloppy ponytail that took several minutes to get just right. For a girl, even a casual look takes careful preparation when you want to look good for someone. 

I'd debated about wearing a bra and panties or not, since I'd already told him I intended to fuck him, but ultimately mom advised I wear them, just to make it more exciting and titillating when I did get naked for him. There's an art to riling a guy and keeping him at exactly the right level of boiling before he pops. Mom was absolutely right and I chose my underthings carefully. My bra gave my perky tits even more lift and the panties were tiny enough to be a tease but still commanded a hint of modesty. 

"Honey? Have you put on lipstick yet?" mom called again. 

"No, why?" I replied, touching up the corner of my eyes with my favourite liner. 

"I just want you to take a look at me and see what you think of my appearance. Is that okay?" 

Normally one wouldn't have to worry about wearing lipstick or not while appraising someone else's appearance, but I knew what she was getting at. I stood up from my vanity and went out into the hallway and waited. 

"In the hallway." I announced. 

Mom came out of her room and she took my breath away- she was gorgeous! She was wearing a black cocktail dress that had a plunging neckline, showing off her magnificent bust. It cinched around her slender waist and was accented with a thin silver chain from which hung a glittering crystal. Black heels with silver accents adorned her feet. She was wearing her hair in sultry, sassy curls that cascaded over her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. 

"Holy shit..." I breathed quietly, feeling a flush of warmth course through me. 

"Thank you," she said, smiling slyly. "You look pretty damned enticing yourself." 

"Y'like?" I asked, putting a hand on one hip and giving her a cocky look. 

"I'd totally fuck you." 

"Mmmmm, glad to hear it..." I purred as we walked toward one another and embraced, kissing deeply. This was why neither of us was wearing lipstick yet. Tongues slithered and grappled as we fell against the wall, fondling each other. She moaned into my mouth and squeezed my behind through my tight jeans. 

We pressed harder into one another, kissing more feverishly until mom pushed me against the wall, pinning me with her body. Her eyes smouldered as she took my chin in her hand and gripped my hair, her breathing heavy. She mashed her mouth against mine again, almost grinding her body into me. Lips locked and I whirled around, thumping her against the wall and holding her in place. The kiss became almost savage as we wrestled. 

We broke the kiss and stared fiercely into one another's eyes, panting in lust, still holding one another's chins. I was so fucking turned on and I could tell mom was as well. We desperately wanted to fuck. 

"Good thing your boy is almost here," she said in a husky voice. "Or all bets would be off." 

"Got that right," I replied, knowing the truth of her words. I was barely holding off as is. "Thank God we don't have the lipstick on yet..." 

We each took a deep breath and separated our bodies, straightening out our clothing. I helped her get her hair back into place and appraised her again. 

"You look beautiful and sexy as hell, mom," I said truthfully. "But why are you dressed so early? It's gonna be at least two more hours before your guy gets here." 

"Oh, the dress is very new, I haven't even worn it yet," she explained, gesturing to it. It was true, she'd only bought it recently and hadn't really had any occasion to put it on. "I just want to loosen it up a little so it hangs naturally and isn't quite so stiff. Two hours or so ought to do it." 

"That and our little makeout and wrestling session will make sure your pheromones are permeating it," I quipped, winking. "He'll love it." 

"Oh, I do hope so," she said, smiling. "I've only fondled his dick through his exercise shorts, but he seems promising enough." 

"Mom, you'd turn a gay man straight," I replied. "Hell, you've made a lesbian out of a straight girl, your daughter of all people." 

She giggled and moved in to caress my cheek. "You're so wonderful, baby. Go get ready, I'll be downstairs." 

I sauntered back into my room, feeling energized by our little sexplay. I finished my makeup and headed downstairs to join mom in the kitchen, where she'd been preparing an elegant meal for her and her Italian lover-to-be. I whistled as I looked at the spread she had out. 

"Canapés, fois gras, caviar, cold lobster, champagne... you sure you're not developing a thing for this guy, mom? This is pretty heavy artillery." 

She smiled and shook her head. "No, baby, I'm sure. But a lady likes to display skills, even if she's playing catch-and-release. It may be evil and selfish but I want his best memory of his time in this country to be of his final night here with a goddess." 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 05



I laughed and leaned back against the serving island. "How do you know all this? You've been single for nine years. Pick it up along the way?" 

"No," she admitted, blushing slightly. "I did it for your father. I wanted every memory he ever had of me to be exquisite and perfect. I just figured that the principal still applies if you're giving someone a send-off." 

"Makes sense," I said cheerfully. "Hope I become a lady of quality one day and can do this." 

She smiled warmly. "Your time will come. Just enjoy being my unbelievably sexy daughter for now." 

She drew me to her and we hugged for a moment before the doorbell rang. I looked excited and she made sure I looked perfect before I went to answer the door. 

I opened the door and my shop class boy smiled at me. "Uh, hi." 

"Hi, yourself." I replied, turning slightly sideways and playing with my hair to exude a shyness I did not feel at all. I was hungry and wanted meat. "C'mon in..." 

I led him in and he looked around, clearly impressed by our abode. He was wearing faded jeans and a casual button-down shirt. "Wow, nice place." 

"Thank you," my mom said as she walked up, beaming her delightful smile. "Good to see you again!" 

"You too, ma'am," he said somewhat awkwardly, trying not to gape at the two of us. "Thank for having me over." 

"Well I'm sure it's my daughter's pleasure," mom replied, turning and heading back to the kitchen with a little wave goodbye. "You kids have fun." 

"We will, mom." I called back, taking him by the wrist and pulling him gently but firmly along behind me. I took him upstairs and directly to my room. I took him over to the bed and sat him down before closing my door and then looking at him pointedly. 

"So, I was considering playing a little coy and shy, but I gotta admit, I am horny as hell and have been since I left you at the mall. Unless you have any serious objections, I'm pretty much going to pin you down and fuck you until your eyes switch sockets. How's that sound?" 

Pretty boy swallowed and then nodded, clearly a little overwhelmed by my directness but not willing to waste a perfect opportunity. Don't stare a gift horse in the mouth, right? 

"Good," I said, coming and sitting beside him on the bed, letting him smell my scent, aroused as I was. "You're in for a wild ride, sport." 

The word 'ride' seemed to click something in his memory and he reached to fumble around in his pocket, finally producing a few condoms. "Oh, I uh, remembered these." 

"That's very responsible of you, a lot more than most guys would do," I said, looking at him levelly. "But answer a question very honestly for me... are you clean? Do you have anything?" 

He shook his head vehemently. "No, not at all. I actually had to get a test recently in order to apply for a job working in a convalescent home over the summer. I can show you the test results online if you like..." 

"Not necessary," I said, cutting him off. "I was asking because I hate condoms. I'm on a very good depo shot, so I'm not getting pregnant. And that means you can fuck me without one of those damn things and even cum in me. Sound good?" 

He seemed almost stunned at first but then nodded. His evening just kept getting better and better. 

"Okay, you can start by peeling this shirt off me." I announced, pushing my bust forward at him and holding my arms out. 

He began but could not help stopping to look at the band name on my shirt. He made a small wry face. "I thought I knew just about every indie band there was, but I've never heard of these guys. Who're Annabelle Clifton and the Replicants? They punk?" 

I smirked. "Not surprised you haven't heard of them. I guess you could say they were like a cyber-rock band from the late 80's. You can scope it out later once it's been sitting on my floor for a while." 

He nodded and began pulling my shirt off gently. I'm glad he wasn't being awkward about it or fumbling over himself, although that might have been cute too. He stared at my breasts as they came into view, contained within the bra I'd chosen- it had a lacy frill to it and gave them some extra lift. I could tell he was impressed and that gave me a tingle. 

Without any warning, I took his head in my arms and pressed his face down into my tits. He moaned in a mixture of surprise and delight, his hands coming up to cup them. I squirmed my breasts into his face, feeling myself get warm and my pussy wet. He squeezed my breasts gently as he began kissing the swell of them. His fingers hooked into the lacy trim and slowly pulled my bra down, exposing my hardening nipples. His kisses sent shivers through me as I cradled his head. Eager to see more of him, I reached down for the buttons on the front of his shirt and pulled strongly, popping them and tearing the garment open. 

He seemed shocked for a moment but I was pleased to see that he was lean and fit under his clothes, as promised. Eager to taste his skin, I pushed him back on the bed and held him down while I started kissing and nipping at his exposed torso. He had a pleasant scent to him, one that made me even wetter. He trembled as I kissed and nibbled on him, his nipples hardening. I eagerly slid my tongue around them before trailing down toward his stomach. 

He was lean and fit enough to have a visible six-pack, even if he wasn't quite chiseled or ripped. I wasn't complaining. He shaved his body hair, apparently, which I found appealing. I kept his hands pinned at his sides while I moved down his form with my teeth, lips and tongue. I was getting hungry for his cock and continuing to tease him was becoming difficult. I nipped at the skin just above his belt as I undid it. His cock, freshly shaved, sprang into view, already hard and eager to go. I sucked in my breath, remembering how it tasted earlier today. I was getting so damn horny that I needed to do something about it. 

I knelt upright on the bed and unbuttoned my jeans, shimmying them off. Now clad in my bra and panties, I kept him down and straddled his face, looking down his body. His cock throbbed eagerly as I gazed at it hungrily. 

"I assume you know how to eat pussy, sport?" I breathed, looking down at him. He nodded readily and pulled aside the wet crotch of my panties to begin kissing and licking me. I gasped and squirmed, leaning down and pulling his cock into my mouth, deep-throating him. He groaned into my wetness as I began bobbing up and down on him, pushing his pants farther down his legs. It felt so good to have a real cock in my mouth, and soon to be in my steaming cunt. 

He ate my pussy readily, even if he wasn't terribly skilled, it was more than enough to get me super-hot. His prick throbbed in my mouth and I could feel he was getting sensitive, close to popping. I was eager to taste his cum, but I had no idea how quickly he could get it up again, and I really needed to be fucked, hard. Not wasting another moment, I lifted myself up and spun around to face him, my pussy just over the head of his dick. I took his member in my hand and pumped up and down gently, teasing the engorged head against my opening as I look down at him. 

"You ready?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. He nodded and let me take the reins. 

I slid the head back and forth against my pliant, slippery lips a little before sinking down slowly, taking it inside. We both moaned as he entered me and then I sighed loudly as I settled down, taking him all the way in, resting on his pubic bone. Having a cock deep inside me felt wonderful. 

"Ohhhhh, yessssss..." I purred as I began to move slowly up and down on top of him. His cock was big enough to his all the right places inside me, the pulsing shaft sending delicious tingles through my body. I leaned forward slightly and rested my hands gently on his shoulders, while his glided up to caress and massage my breasts as they hung over him. He looked like he was in heaven, a feeling I could identify with readily. 

I rolled my hips on him slowly, keeping him deep inside while I flexed my pussy muscles around his cock. His slowly pushed his hips up and down, pushing deeper inside me, matching my rhythm nicely. Our eyes met and we stared intently as we fucked. I wasn't going to kiss him, not yet, because that wasn't our relationship yet. Kissing mom, now that was something I could do readily. 

"Ohhhh, mom, if only you were watching..." 

It occurred to me that I wanted her to see me fuck and I had an idea. I slowed myself down until I wasn't moving and smiled at him. "I've got an idea and a proposal for you." 

He took a breath to compose himself. "Yeah?" 

"Let's record this," I suggested. "I've got a video camera and you have your cellphone. You record me with my camera and I'll do the same with your phone. We can record our fucking, sound good?" 

He nodded readily enough, so I dismounted and retrieved my camcorder while he fished in his pockets for the cellphone. I was straddling his hips again, although he wasn't inside me yet. 

"One little proviso if you wanna do this," I mentioned. "You're not recording my face, okay? I don't mind you showing us fucking so you can brag to your friends and have proof you bagged a hot chick, but if people see the girl's face, it becomes a problem for her with the slut-shaming and all, you see?" 

He nodded. "I respect that. I'll show you any recordings I make when we're done and you can delete any you don't like. Sound fair?" 

"Incredibly." I said cheerfully, pressing my slick lips against his cock shaft and grinding back and forth slowly. I prepped the camera and began recording. "You ready?" 

He nodded his assent and I slid down onto him, his member deep inside me again. He made me feel so warm and tight. I turned the camera around and smiled at it, winking secretly for my mom before slowly trailing it down my writhing body to show my pussy greedily swallowing his cock. It slid in and out of me, glistening with my wetness. I used one hand to hold the camera while my other gently pulled my thick outer lips apart, exposing my inner pink. Knowing my mother would see this later gave me a delicious, tingling thrill and made me even hotter and wetter. 

I turned the camera to slowly trail up my lover's body, finally resting on his face. He seemed quite lost in his own little slice of heaven, though he was pointing his cellphone camera at our mingling genitals and recording dutifully. 

"Enjoying yourself down there, champ?" I asked, eliciting a grin and a thumbs up. Inane a response as that might have been, I probably shouldn't have expected more. I gently took the cell from his hand and gave him the camcorder to work with while I took a slow, artful tour around my body for him. I captured my heaving breasts and undulating stomach, along with closeups of my cunt eating his cock greedily. 

He was giving me the panoramic treatment with the camcorder, trailing up and down my writhing, sweating form. I smiled and winked naughtily and waved at the camera, moving extra sensually for it. It turned me on so much to think of my mother watching this and masturbating furiously to it. Maybe we would watch it together and fuck ourselves, or fuck one another... 

I decided to change things up and rolled off him onto my back. He got up and knelt between my legs, recording as he pushed his cock back inside me from a kneeling position. I moaned deeply as he sank in, focusing his cellphone on our middles and capturing the moment of penetration. He began to pump back and forth, my pussy making slick, sucking noises as he did so. It felt so good... 

I squeezed him as he fucked me, delighting in the feel of his dick pushing inside against my resistance. I hooked my legs behind his hips, pulling him in deeper and bringing us closer together. We kept recording as we fucked, enjoying our amateur pornography moment. It wasn't the first time I'd been recorded fucking, not by a long shot, but oddly enough it was the first time it had been done when I was over over eighteen. 

Our fucking became heated and earnest, my skin flush with desire and both of us glistening with sweat. I could feel him trembling as he fought to hold on and that drove me even closer to the brink, knowing I was going to feel his spunk inside me.  

"Gonna cum?" I panted, trying to hold the camera steady. "Gonna cum hard in my pussy?" 

"Uh-huh!" was his response as he pushed against me harder and harder. 

"Gonna drive that big cock inside me and pump me full of cum?" I gasped. "Fucking give it to me!" 

We pumped harder and faster against one another until we both strained and I cried out, hopefully loud enough for mom to hear me. My pussy clenched as he jerked and shuddered and then I could feel his cum shooting inside me. My body exploded in warm bliss as he filled me with his essence. I could feel his hips thumping against me, his cock still unleashing his cum deep inside my body. 

He sagged back on his heels, panting heavily while I lay limp, trying to catch my breath. I steadied the cellphone with two hands, trying to get him some final moments of our glorious fucking before I became too weary to hold it up. He did the same with my camcorder and then we laid them aside for later use. I pulled him down to me and we wrapped our arms around one another as we kissed languorously, bodies still united. 

"Mmmmmmmm," I purred as I broke the kiss and smiled up at him. "You have no idea how much I needed that." 

"Thanks," he replied, grinning. "It was amazing." 

"Oh, we're not done yet," I pointed out, poking his nose. "We're just taking a quick breather before Round Two. Hope you've got at least one more in you." 

He smiled. "Pretty sure I can manage that." 

We made out a while longer and I rubbed and ground my body against his until I felt the first stirrings of new life in his cock. I smiled slyly as I snaked down between his legs and took him into my mouth. I looked up at him while I slowly bobbed back and forth along his member, getting him hard again. I then stopped sucking and used my hand to pump up and down while asking him a question. 

"So you're bi, right?" I asked, reasonably certain of the answer already. He looked down at me and nodded. "Does that mean you like to pitch and catch?" I queried. He looked at me somewhat quizzically before nodding. 

"Well then, I've got a little treat for us," I announced, reaching over the side of my bed and pulling up a double-ended dildo. It was flesh-coloured and veiny, with a realistic texture to it, thick and impressive. His eyes went wide and I grinned. "Ever gone ass-to-ass with a girl?" 

He shook his head but I could see something in his demeanour and facial expression that indicated he was more than willing. I handed it to him to look at while I continued sucking his cock to keep him hard. "So here's the deal," I said, pulling my mouth off him for a moment. "We go ass-to-ass and we both jerk off, see who comes first. Sound like fun?" 

He nodded again as I passed him a small tube of lube, which he dobbed and then smeared along both ends, until the lengths were glistening. He nodded and gestured at me, so I got on my hands and knees, turning around to face away from him. I looked back and winked, wiggling my cheeks in his direction. He knelt next to my ass and pulled the cheeks apart with his fingers, exposing my little knot. He teased the mushroom head against me, making me shiver, but I also willed myself to relax. 

He pushed it in slowly, causing me to moan. I shuddered and gasped as the bulbous head popped inside, clenching the sheets of my bed. He pushed some more of the length in slowly, being very gentle. I exhaled as he stopped and then looked back at him, nodding. He turned himself away from me, getting on all fours and then deftly guided the dildo toward his own ass. 

I bit my lip as the fake cock jiggled inside me while he took the head on his end between his cheeks and inserted it slowly. I waited until he had settled for a moment and then by silent consent we both began to push back into one another. My back arched and my lips shook as I took the dildo farther inside my stretching ass. My lover groaned as he did the same until our cheeks touched. We both stopped for a moment. I felt incredibly full, almost like I couldn't breath, although I knew this would pass. I'd been fucked in the ass often enough to know what to do next. 

Slowly, carefully, we began to pump back and forth along the dildo's length. I could feel every fake vein and ripple along the length of the thing, making me shiver in delight. My hands reached around and found the camcorder, turning it on and positioning it someplace on the bed, capturing the two of us fucking. 

We had both adjusted now and could pick up the pace a little. Our ass cheeks met and thumped together as we fucked the dildo in time with one another. I placed the camcorder in front of myself at one point, looking into the lens and whispering the word 'mommy' over and over for her. I then shuffled the device back to a more neutral position so she could see all the action. 

I reached under myself and began fingering my clit while fucking my ass. My boy-toy was massaging himself and stroking his cock, even while we battered his prostate with the dildo. God, it felt so good to get fucked in the ass... 

He clearly was no amateur at taking cock in his behind and he kept pace with me. I groaned as the thick fake cock stretched my anal ring, sliding back and forth inside me. My limbs were getting weak from the pleasure and the strain of holding us both up. 

"Wanna flip?" I panted, looking back at him, pleased to noticed that his skin was flushed pink and covered in sweat too. He clenched his teeth and nodded his assent. We paused in our fucking for a moment to begin the process of turning over. He went first, slowly twisting around with the cock still in his ass until we was lying on his back. I then did the same, until we were scissored together, asses touching and still pinned to one another. My hands caressed his wrists and held them for a moment as we re-established our fucking rhythm. 

This was tighter, more resistant, since the dildo was now under our mutual bodyweight. But it was lubed enough to continue sliding back and forth. We arched our knees to give ourselves more freedom of movement, which helped. Sometimes we pushed so close that I could feel his balls against my pussy, which sent shivers through me. I propped a small pillow under my head so I could watch him and he did likewise. My hands now moved to my steaming cunt and aching clit, masturbating while I watched him stroke his throbbing cock. 

It wasn't long before we were pressing hard, grinding in tight circles as we fucked the dildo. His hand pumped furiously up and down the length of his shaft while my fingers worked my pussy expertly in a blur of need. We jammed our asses into one another and cried out, surrendering to orgasm. I've no doubt mom heard us and was downstairs, smirking at her little girl's antics. I watched in frenzied delight as his cock spurted his pearly cum all over his hands, hips and stomach. My own cum flowed from my pussy in a torrent, soaking the sheets between us. 

We both lay like dead things, panting loudly. It had been a long time since I'd had an anal orgasm that strong. My body was drenched and felt like a warm, wet dishrag. My heart was thumping rapidly in my chest. My sticky hands now reached down to find his, taking them gently. We caressed one another slowly, waiting for the sensations to ebb. 

"Getting out of this should be interesting." I sighed finally. 

"Yeah," he replied eventually. "Hope I don't crap myself when we pull it out." 

I giggled. "That makes two of us, although that only ever happened after my first ass-fucking." 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 05



He nodded. "Hasn't happened to me recently either. I like to think I've got pretty good sphincter control." 

I smiled at him wearily. "If you're up for it later, I've got a strap-on. May I fuck you if you're not too sore?" 

"Sure," he said easily. "I recover pretty quickly from having my ass fucked. As long as you promise me a reach-around." 

This I could willingly do and we just laid silently for some time, not needing to say anything. I wasn't sure how much time passed, but eventually I was dimly aware of the doorbell ringing downstairs. My mom's date Claudio was here. Pretty soon she would be getting her pussy pounded and I was happy for her. 

"I'll go first." I said finally. I slowly, carefully rolled onto my side, careful to not twist the dildo inside of us, although we both still shivered at the movement. I then slowly brought my knees up toward my chest, opening my ass as much as I could before pulling out. I took gentle hold of the dildo and began pulling very slowly... 

The head popped out and I gasped and collapsed, shaking. I was pleased to note that I did not lose control of my bowels. I laid still for several moments before slowly turning around to kneel near him. He stayed on his back but I parted his legs and bent his knees, exposing his ass. He clenched his teeth and hissed as I slowly withdrew the dildo from him, his still hard cock twitching in response. It audibly popped out and he groaned, his legs shaking. Fortunately, he didn't lose control either. 

I sighed as I tossed the well-used sex toy aside and laid down on him, rubbing my body into his and smearing his pearly cum all over. I giggled as I kissed his nose before moving slowly down his body to lick off his gooey essence with my tongue. My fingers gently caressed his balls while I sucked the last of the cum out of his now softening cock. 

"Gotta say," I cooed. "You're a helluva fuck." 

He smiled. "I was thinking the same thing, although I didn't want to sound like I was objectifying you." 

"Don't worry about it," I said sweetly, kissing his dick. "I didn't work this hard at being a slut to be lousy between the sheets. I'd better be a helluva fuck by now." 

He laughed. "Then yes, you are absolutely one helluva fuck. No lie, probably my best ever." 

We cuddled and kissed for a while, waiting for our bodies to recover before moving on to our next activity. Slowly we could feel the tingles of desire returning as we caressed and teased one another and I was pleased to feel his cock stirring back to life. I took it once again into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and the shaft artfully while my hand pumped up and down. My mom was an amazing teacher. 

"So I'm feelin' like trying out that strap-on," I said once I had him good and hard again. "Do you have a favourite position you liked to be fucked in?" 

He smiled. "Depends on who's fucking me. Big strong types fuck me from behind. Guys with amazing eyes lie on top of me so I can see their faces while they fuck me. If I'm feeling a little more dominant but still want a dick in me, I'll ride them." 

I see," I said in a sultry voice, walking my fingers up and down his shaft. "And which am I?" 

"You've got the most amazing eyes," he replied. "I want to look into them while you fuck me. And if you get tired, I can sit on you." 

I nodded. "Ever been fucked by a girl before?" 

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Had one girl finger me and give me a good rim job, but you're the first one to fuck me this way." 

"Ooh, breaking your inverse cherry," I said, grinning slyly. "I'll set the camcorder up and then I'm ready when you are." 

I found a good place for the camcorder to catch lots of action but also was available for some gonzo shots if I wanted to get up close and personal. He prepped his cellphone and grinned at me, as if he had a sudden idea. 

"Do you still have that mask you wore to prom?" he asked. 

"The Italian one? Yeah." I replied. "You think I should wear it?" 

"It'll conceal your identity, meaning we don't have to work so hard to hide your face." 

"Hey, that's not bad," I mused. "I'll keep it beside me so I can slip it on when it's time for some full body shots, okay?" 

I pulled out my strap-on, fitting it around my waist before modeling it. He smiled and laid on his back expectantly. I took the camcorder and knelt over his head, filming him. He took hold of the rubbery cock and slid it into his mouth, bobbing back and forth slowly. He was apparently pretty good at sucking dick because he got the whole length down his throat and held it, humming around the shaft to show off for the camera. Watching him was getting me wet. 

Finally, though, he was ready. I could tell because he was stroking at his cock while he sucked on mine. I kept the camera steady with one hand while I leaned down over him and took his dick in my mouth, lapping at it and bobbing up and down to drive him crazy. He moaned around my strap-on, indicating he was indeed going wild. I spun him about and positioned myself between his legs, which he spread. He smeared some lube along the fake cock and nodded to me. 

I pressed the tip against his puckered knot and he tilted his hips up some more. I eased the head inside him and he groaned. I kept the camera focused on the penetration and slid the length slowly into him. The strap-on dildo wasn't as large as the double-headed one had been, but I had more control over this one. Once I was in to the hilt I paused, letting him adjust. When he seemed ready I began moving slowly back and forth, in and out of him. He grunted and moaned while the bright purple cock invaded him. 

I now handed him the camcorder while taking his cellphone and we began recording for one another. Although I was not getting fucked, this entire session was making me very wet. One of my hands kept recording while my hips pumped and I snaked my other hand under my ass to finger my pussy. I was getting really riled. 

I finally put aside the cell and he sat the camcorder down on the nightstand facing us and still running. I leaned over him now and he tilted his hips further up. My hands were on either side of his head and I was plunging almost straight down inside him form this angle. We looked into one another's eyes as I fucked him. His brown eyes were molten with his pleasure as he bit his lip. His hands reached up and massaged my breasts, causing me to shiver and gasp. 

Finally, though, he offered to switched positions. I pulled out of him and laid on my back, wiggling the purple dildo playfully and grinning. He straddled my hips and positioned the glistening cock at the entrance of his ass. Slowly he settled down, moaning again. Once he was pinned to me, he leaned down and we wrapped our arms around one another, kissing hungrily as he moved his hips. We found a good rhythm where I pushed up while he sunk down, taking me deep inside. His hand moved between us and stroked his steel-hard cock, my own hand joining him. I slid on my Italian renaissance ballroom mask and he took his cellphone, recording us fucking. 

We fucked for several minutes before he strained against me and shook, dropping the cellphone and moaning loudly into my mouth. His free hand squeezed my breasts hard and I squealed and began cumming. We writhed and pushed and grappled with one another, feeling his cock twitch and begin to spurt, his cum all over my stomach and even hitting my breasts. He collapsed onto me and we kissed deeply, my hips still gently moving the dildo in and out of him. 

"Wow," he said finally. "You sure you've never fucked a guy before?" 

"Never like that," I replied, removing my mask and smiling into his face. "Fingered a guy, pushed a vibe in and out of his ass, rimmed him, but never strapped one on and full out fucked him. That was fun." 

"That was great," he added, still breathing heavily. "You fucked me better than a lot of guys have. Way to go." 

"Thanks, I try to be versatile." I said, winking. We snuggled and caressed each other for some time, my strap-on still inside him. He kicked and licked my breasts, sending pleasurable tingles through me. My thoughts briefly flashed to how my mother's evening was going, but I was certain she had it well in hand. My mother was a fucking goddess when it came to sex and pleasure. 

He kissed me again. "Think you're gonna want me to fuck your ass in return?" 

I smiled. "I'm pretty sure I can handle that. I'm actually not too sore after that session with the double, I'm kinda surprised." 

"I'm not, you're a total sex machine," he said, his expression an honest one. "You could probably outfuck a Sybian." 

I laughed and kissed him, reaching down to tickle his ass. We allowed him to slowly disengage from me, the dildo slipping out wetly. I licked his cum off his stomach before kissing him again, letting him taste himself. I took hold of his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

"I'm amazed there's any life left in this guy," I teased, shaking it a little. "He's had a helluva night." 

He shrugged. "I don't always have the best stamina, but I recover pretty quickly and I cum hard, so that makes up for it usually. I don't get many complaints." 

"I sure haven't had any," I said cheerfully. "Yes, when you think you're up for another round, I'd love to have you in my pussy and then my ass." 

We snuggled and talked for a while longer before getting ourselves into a 69. I sucked his cock back to hardness while he lapped and fingered my pussy until I was good and wet. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him. I picked up his cellphone and began recording while he had the camcorder ready. I sank onto his stiff cock, taking him deep in my pussy. We pumped and writhed against one another for a while before he sat up and made me kneel on all fours. I slipped on my ballroom mask and groaned as he took me from behind. His sturdy cock slid in and out of me at a good pace, picking up steam until I could feel the blooming tingling start. 

He fucked me harder until I was gritting my teeth and he told me to just let go. I bit my pillow and screeched as I came, my pussy slathering our hips. He pulled out of me and pressed his cock inside my ass in one fluid motion, causing me to gasp and almost choke on my earlier scream. He gripped my ass cheeks tightly and began thumping back and forth rapidly. My face hit the bed and I panted and squeezed him as tight as I could. I could tell he was close to cumming and really wanted to oblige me as he had promised. 

I didn't try to hold back, I reached under to play with my clit and pussy as he fucked me. I pressed my breasts into the bed as I ground back against him. His cock stretching my ass and digging deep inside me felt so good... 

He thumped his hips against me and moaned loudly as he came. I screamed again as my ass tightened around him. His warm cum bathed my insides, causing my whole body to shake almost uncontrollably. I pushed back so hard that he ended up on his back and I rode him, reverse cowgirl, milking his cock with my ass. 

"Fuckfuckfuck yessssssssss!" I hissed as I bounced up and down and played with my clit, my teeth clenched. He kept hold of my hips, driving into me, waiting for me to exhaust myself. I finally did and I slowly laid back on him, his rod still pinned inside me. He reached up and caressed my breasts and torso, both of us too tired to say anything. 

No idea how long had passed before we stirred. I moved first, slowly pulling myself off his cock and collapsing on my side, trembling. I could barely think. I had officially fucked myself stupid. I turned around and cuddled into him, pulling the covers over us. I could feel they were wet and sticky, but I somehow doubt either of us cared at that moment. 

*** 

My alarm clock didn't beep, but it vibrated, deeply enough for me to notice and wake up. I stirred and reach across my lover's body to turn it off. 2:30 in the morning. 

"Uhhnnn, what time is it?" he asked, stirring and pinching his eyes. 

"Two-thirty." I replied. 

He sighed. "Fuuuuuck. Who the hell thought of inventing this ungodly hour? They should be dug up, brought back to life and killed again. Bastards." 

I smiled and snuggled against him, kissing his chest. I knew I had to get rid of him soon but I wasn't going to kick him out, so I played the obvious card. "Think you'll be up for a little more fun?" 

He sort of chuckled tiredly. "You're trying to kill me, apparently. You are amazing in bed and I hope you let me do this with you again, but I am worn out for the night, I'm sorry. I'll be lucky if I can walk straight for the next few days." 

"Poo," I giggled, scraping my fingers over his skin. "Well, I guess I can release you from my deviant clutches." 

"Yeah, I really should go," he admitted, sitting up half-way. "Don't want to, but it's the responsible adult thing to do." 

I pushed him down for a moment and kissed him all over, showing my appreciation for what a good time he had shown me. Finally, though, I let him get up and helped him dress, putting a robe around myself. I handed his cellphone to him and made him promise to send me copies of all the videos we took, which he did readily. I put my finger to my lips as we crept by my mother's room and went downstairs. We made out by the front door for a few minutes before I let him leave, closing it behind him. 

I leaned back against the door and slipped a hand inside to fondle my breast as I looked at the ceiling and just sighed. It had been a good night and I was pleasantly sated. All that remained was to see what the morning brought. I went into the kitchen and poured myself half a glass of red wine, which I drank back, feeling it to be a perfect denouement to my day. 

I went back upstairs and walked quietly down the hall when I noticed my mom's door was slightly ajar. From inside I could hear her gasping lightly and whispering. I heard another, deeper voice, speaking quietly back in Italian. Unable to resist and reasonably certain my mom had left the door open on purpose, I knelt next to it and peeked in. 

Mom was lying on her side, completely naked, facing the door and resting her head in her hand. Her hips were squirming back against Claudio's, who was lying behind her, nibbling her neck and shoulder while he slid his cock in and out of her wet, pliant pussy. 

Seeing mom get fucked made me wet again, even though I'd fucked my brains out earlier. My hand reached inside my robe and fingered my pussy while I watched quietly. Claudio's hands fondled mom's breasts, his mouth still busy on her neck. Mom's hand was down between her legs, playing with her netherlips or stroking his cock as it appeared from inside her. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she noticed me by the door. I didn't even try to hide. Our eyes met an held one another, mom moaning as her pleasure was taken to new heights knowing I was watching. His thrusting inside her became more rapid and their panting took on a desperate quality. Mom bit her lip and kept her eyes locked on mine. 

"Bella..." Claudio moaned as he pushed deep inside her and came. Mom groaned and bit her knuckle, her eyes fluttering but she refused to look away from me as she came, wanting me to see inside her soul at that moment. I squeezed my legs together and shivered, cumming as well. 

The show was over, because she turned into her lover and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply. I crept past the door and made my way into my bed, shedding my robe and kissing my cum-covered hand and fingers. 

Looking at my ceiling, I smiled contentedly and allow sleep to embrace me, dreams of my mother keeping me warm. 

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Author's Notes: Now like I had mentioned previously and as the Category this was submitted to suggests, this is, and will continue to be, an incest story. These may be other elements. I'm sure you'll all be able to handle it, including the occasional man involved, even if mom and daughter are deeply into one another. 

And now another note- this one's about the concept of slut-shaming. If you happen to object to women having healthy libidos and consider them sluts for fucking the way men do, and with the same promiscuity, please stop reading my stories. I've based Bronwen on a friend of mine who has a very healthy and active sexual appetite and fucks whom and when she pleases. If this makes her a slut in your eyes, because you're an angry male with misplaced morals, that's your problem. The rest of us don't need to hear about your issues on a site devoted to sexual fantasy. 

So this is my promise to you. If you leave reviews complaining about the women being sluts, I will delete the comment, simply because you are disrespectful and hateful to women. Doubtless you'll end up in a bell tower one day to express your rage. But you will not express it here. If you must, for some reason, give vent, then message it to me privately, I won't mind. I just feel obligated to protect people from that sort of vileness publicly. 

No, it is not a contradiction to have mom and Bron refer to themselves or one another as sluts, most girls I know who are sexually liberated and active consider it a power word to reclaim, not unlike when my friends in the black community use a common pejorative. Deal with the context, choosing to believe otherwise is simply desperate denial on your part. 

I hope you are otherwise enjoying this story, I know I am. I'm a straight man, so lesbian sex is a big thing for me, tribadism specifically. Why? Because it's the one sexual act I cannot do or replicate. Makes sense, right? 

Anyhoo, more to come (no pun intended) and it will be up in a few days. Enjoy! 

- Management



Sapphic Serenity Ch. 06



Disclaimer and Author's Note: All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise. 

Chapter 6 - Sharing Is Caring 

Morning kissed my face gently through my window and I stretched languidly. My body still felt like last night's sex, which was not unpleasant but rather used and fulfilled. I massaged my breasts to help myself wake up and giggled as I replayed the events of the previous night in my head. The wonderful sex where he fucked me and I fucked him or we fucked one another, the filming of the debauched events and how sticky and violated my poor sheets were. 

And then seeing mom fucking Claudio... 

When our eyes met and she kept my gaze with hers until after she'd cum with her lover. It was an amazing and wonderful gift. My mom was so perfect... 

The aroma of strong coffee tickled my nose. Then the lovely smell of eggs, pancakes and bacon. Mom was making breakfast. Normally I'd just head downstairs naked or in my underwear, but it occurred to me that Claudio was probably still here and a little modesty might be in order. I slung on some panties and a bra, covering up with my plush robe, tying it shut and heading out of my room. 

"Morning, mom!" I said happily as I bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen, passing the living room and vaguely seeing a figure seated on the couch, doubtless Claudio, waiting while mom made breakfast. 

"Good morning, darling!" she said cheerfully, turning to smile at me from her place at the range. She was also wearing a plush robe, concealing but hinting at her incredible figure. She leaned back against the counter and turned the water in the sink on to make noise. Knowing why she'd done this, I came up to her and pressed my body to hers, melting into the open-mouthed kiss we now shared. Our arms wrapped around one another and robes parted just enough to let our legs rub and panties press together. 

We couldn't be seen from the living room. 

We sighed through the kiss, tongues tangling, relieved to be in one another's arms again, though we'd been apart for less than a day, each with our own lover. This, right here, this just felt right and complete. Hands clasped and fondled as we expressed our delight to see one another. Finally we stood back a little and breathed, with mom fanning her face for a second. 

"Whew..." she said quietly, smiling. "A few more seconds of that and I'd have just taken you right on the dining table, company or no." 

"Don't know whether I'm disappointed or not," I replied, patting her ass through her robe. She giggled and shut off the water, the noise of which had concealed our intimacy. "Sorry I'm late getting up. It was a busy night." 

"I'm sure," she said, smirking. "I've no doubt that he kept you busy. So how was... what is his name, anyway?" 

I paused and frowned at her question before going scarlet. "Oh shit. I still don't know..." 

Mom leaned against the counter, unable to contain her mirth, her giggling on the verge of becoming outright laughter. I put my hand over my mouth as the magnitude of my shamelessness crashed over me like a tsunami. "Oh my God, mom. I'm such an unbelievable slut." 

"Maybe," she said, managing to right herself and smirking at me, her eyes dancing with amusement. "But don't worry, I've done that a few times myself, even recently. You're my slut and I love you in all your slut glory." 

Now it was my turn to lean against the counter and I buried my red face in my hands, trying to conceal my embarrassment. She turned back to the range and the coffee-maker, pouring me a large cup of extra-strong French roast. "This'll make you forget. Go sit and keep our guest company while I make breakfast." 

I nodded and made my way toward the living room, my mom calling out behind me. "Claudio, do you remember my daughter, Bronwen?" 

"But of course," he said, standing and nodding his head as I entered the room. "A lovely young woman, you are very fortunate, bella." 

"Oh, trust me, I know," she said agreeably. "She'll be joining us for breakfast, okay?" 

"Most certainly," he replied, gesturing for me to sit. "Please..." I sat opposite him on the couch, my legs tucked underneath me. I sipped at my coffee and smiled at him pleasantly. 

"Mom says today's your last day here and now you're heading back home?" I asked, admiring his handsome Mediterranean features. He had olive skin, dark eyes and curly dark hair. "Are you from the south of Italy?" 

He smiled charmingly. "You see my dark skin. Di si, my father was Sicilian, from Palermo. My mother, Saints rest her, was from Firenze and lighter than father and I. I grew up in Firenze." 

"I've always wanted to visit Florence," I mused, taking another sip of my coffee. "Well, Tuscany in general, but I've been told Florence is the prettiest city in Italy." 

"You've been told correctly." Claudio confirmed, smiling. "Many people say Venice or Rome, but these, while charming, are mostly overpriced tourist traps now. It's difficult to get true, good Italian food in the capital." 

I giggled at the thought. "That'd be like not being able to get a greasy burger downtown here, it sounds silly." 

"Forse, but nonetheless true, I lament," he said, drinking some of his coffee. "Your mother has said you two might visit Europe this year since you have taken off from school." 

"That's our plan," I agreed, nodding. "Lots of universities have offered to take me, even give me scholarships, but I'm not sure what I want to do yet." 

He laughed. "Be careful coming to Europe, then, lest you become enchanted of our ancient universities and ateliers. Did you know that the University of Bolgona is the oldest extant university in the western world?" 

"Really?" I wondered. "I thought Oxford was." 

He laughed again. "The Inglese, they would have you think that, but Bologna was chartered in 1088, Oxford not until 1096." 

I smirked. "Well, eight years is eight years when it comes to records." 

"So what did I miss?" mom asked as she swished into the room and sat in a chair near Claudio. She mimicked me and kept her legs tucked under herself, which exposed her lower leg but also turned her torso so that her robe, which was still tied, opened a little bit up top, giving a hint of what lay beneath. 

"Claudio was just graciously warning me of the enticements of the universities of Europe," I replied, smiling over my mug. "He said that if we intend to go visit the Old World this year, I should be aware of this." 

"Did he tell you he is from Florence?" mom asked. 

"Yes indeed he did. If we do go, it would be nice to have a friendly guide." 

"Oh, ladies, do not give me such credit," he said humbly. "I am just a fitness instructor, not a tour guide or historian." 

"Still, it would be nice to know someone in the region," mom pointed out. "Keep us from getting taken advantage of, wouldn't you agree?" 

"Certainly," Claudio answered. "As you wish. Should you visit Firenze, I will make sure you have a reputable hotel and honest guides. I give you my word." 

"Bene," mom said cheerfully. "Alright, everyone, breakfast is served. Follow me." 

We went to the dining room and Claudio sat between us. Mom served us a lovely meal, complete with more coffee and mimosas as a finish. We sat around, chatting happily and drinking coffee. It was mom's intention to drive Claudio to the airport later this afternoon, since he had no particular plans before then, and knowing mom, she wasn't finished with him yet. 

Mom and I swiftly put the plates and debris away and then we retired to the living room again, where we talked some more. 

"I was initially surprised to not see you last night, but your mother said you were... occupied with a date of your own?" Claudio mentioned. 

I nodded. "We went to my room and stayed there so we were out of the grownups' way," I laughed. "I'm pretty good at keeping my company busy." 

"A lucky young man, then." Claudio responded. "No doubt you get this from your mother, who is a gracious and lovely host in every conceivable way." 

Mom made a show of blushing. "Oh, stop," she said, fanning herself. "I'm pretty sure that my lovely daughter is already a better lover than I am." 

"Mom!" I giggled, blushing. 

"Well, why don't we let Claudio decide?" she suggested in a very reasonable voice. "I would certainly trust to his judgment, now that I know his quality between the sheets." 

I raised an eyebrow at her, but she seemed to be quite serious. It suddenly occurred to me that mom was still very horny and wasn't about to leave me stranded, even if it meant that Claudio found out about she and I. I decided mother knew best and went all-in. 

"So what do you say, sir?" I purred, looking at Claudio and letting one of my long legs slide down to the floor, exposing my supple skin. "Would you be the honourable judge?" 

To his credit, Claudio smiled. "I am not worthy, but I happily acquiesce to your suggestion." 

Without hesitation, I now stood up and undid my robe, letting it fall away and revealing my body. He drank in the sight of me, clearly pleased with what he saw. I approached him slowly, kneeling down in front of him and gently parting his legs. I reached in and undid the belt of his robe and spread the garment. He was well-toned, with a swimmer's build and an admirable six pack of abs. My hand gently came to rest on the front of the boxers he was wearing and I felt an appreciable cock beneath. I gave him a light squeeze and then began to pull his shorts down slowly. He lifted his hips to accommodate and soon I had them off and tossed them to the side. 

He was already thickening and getting aroused as I took his shaft in my hand. I leaned in and planted gentle kisses along its length before taking the head in my mouth. I hummed gently and went down the shaft, relaxing my throat and getting down to the base of his cock. I could feel his hands in my hair, caressing as I pleasured him. It thrilled me to think that this cock had recently been in my mom's pussy and was now in my mouth. 

"Isn't she an absolute pleasure, Claudio?" mom asked from the chair she sat in. I looked at her sideways, noting that she had parted her legs slightly and one hands had slipped down beneath her panties, her fingers playing over her pussy as she watched. 

Claudio murmured his agreement as I began to bob up and down slowly along his cock. My finger and thumb made a ring around his girth and squeezed gently as I sucked on him, just like mom had instructed me. He got hard quickly, a decent size too. He was circumcised, which I always consider a plus. I knelt between his legs, my head moving up and down on him while he and my mom watched intently. 

My pussy was getting wet again and I rubbed at it with one hand, teasing myself, knowing I'd soon fuck this man and feel his cock inside me. It was exciting to think that he'd just been with my mother the night before, deep inside her, cumming in her. Claudio's head fell back against the back of the couch as he let me do my thing, just enjoying the sensation. I looked sideways at mom and winked. She understood what I intended and quietly shed her robe, now clad in just her lingerie. She got off her chair and crawled up beside me, her dark eyes fairly glinting with desire. 

I moved aside slightly and she leaned in, her tongue now sliding along the side of Claudio's shaft while my mouth teased the throbbing head. He shuddered and looked down in confusion for a moment before closing his eyes again, enjoying the double treat. We teased and licked his cock together, our tongues touching and tangling around his length. We kissed around the head, moaning and humming in unison to drive him wild. 

"Mmmm, would you like to taste her, Claudio?" mom asked, smiling up slyly at him. "Find out how much she tastes like me?" 

He simply nodded, apparently beyond words. While mom took over sucking his cock, I slowly moved him into a lying position on the couch. Once he was prostrate, I moved over his head, placing my hips just above his face. I was still wearing my panties, but they were rather wet with my excitement, since I had been teasing myself while giving him oral. 

I lowered myself down and he kissed and nibbled at my panties and my pussy beneath. It felt nice and warm, sending tingles through me. He gently grasped my thighs while I put one hand on the back of the couch. I watched mom suck his dick in fascination. Though I was now sexually comfortable with her, I hadn't seen her this up close and personal with a man before, at least, not in a long time, since I used to spy on her and dad as a kid. 

I pulled aside the sticky fabric of my panties and he snaked his tongue along my pussylips. I lowered myself down a little more, allowing him to push inside my wet cunt. He wiggled and probed inside me, clearly deft at pleasuring a woman with his mouth. He sucked gently on my clit and made me moan. He reached up and helped me strip off my panties entirely before pulling me down onto his mouth, beginning to devour me hungrily. 

I shuddered and bit my lip, grinding down onto him with a dreadful eagerness. I laid down his body and worked with my mom on his cock. We took turns sucking on it while the other licked at the shaft or kissed his sac gently, fondling it. Our hands both took hold of the shaft and pumped it while we kissed hungrily, swallowing one another's tongues. 

"Are you ready to fuck my baby, Claudio?" mom purred, squeezing his cock. He moaned his response and she helped me clamber down his body, facing his feet and kneeling on either side of his hips. She took hold of his manhood and teased it against my slick lips and pulsing clit. It was an exquisite torture as I keened in desperate need. I wanted him inside me. 

Finally, she held his cock in place, bracing the head against my greedy hole. I pushed down on it, taking him inside in one long stroke. He filled me and I took a deep breath as I reached the bottom. Mom smiled up at me approvingly and petted my pussy. I nodded and began to move up and down, letting mom watch closely as his Claudio's cock penetrated me. 

His hands reached up to cup my breasts from behind, massaging them or pinching the nipples. I shuddered and ground on him, letting him know that it felt great. He was slightly thicker than my lover last night had been, their lengths more or less comparable. I loved the stretch he was giving me, the way his cock curved ever so slightly to the left and rubbed along a sensitive part inside me. 

Mom was leaning in and kissing at my clit and his cock as it slithered in and out of me, causing Claudio and I to groan. She would use her thumbs to gently pull my lips apart so she could see him clearly while providing me with yet another delicious sting from the stretch. She flicked my clit with her deft tongue or nibbled on it with her lips. Her fingernails would sometimes scrape gently along my upper thighs, making me want to cry out loud at her gentle torture. 

Claudio lifted his hips slightly, pushing deeper inside me. I pushed down hard in response, wanting as much of him inside me as I could manage. Mom just about made me screech when she managed to wiggle a finger inside my cunt, just in front of his cock. It must have felt good for him too, because he groaned loudly at the increased pressure. She stroked the finger along my upper wall, pressing the fingerpad up and poking below the thin skin over my puss. 

"Claudio!" I rasped as I squirmed up and down on him. "My mother... please, fuck my mom..." 

He moaned his agreement and I pulled myself off him and squirmed backwards until I was straddling his face again. Mom stood and positioned herself over his cock and then sank down, taking him all the way in. She sighed in bliss and began undulating her hips. I shuddered and gasped as he ate my pussy, lashing it with his tongue. 

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against mom's. We kissed each other hungrily and sloppily, faces glistening with one another's desire. She fondled and squeezed my tits as she fucked Claudio, the three of us writhing and squirming together heatedly. She pinched and tugged on my nipples while I pulled on her lower lip with my teeth. 

"Mommy..." I murmured through our kiss. 

"Mmmmm, baby," she moaned back. "Feels good?" 

Mom now slowly stood and pulled me up, removing me from Claudio's mouth. She helped him stand and then laid back on the couch, her legs spread wide. She opened her arms and beckoned me to them. I crawled on top of her, nestling my body into hers, our breasts squashing together and pussies kissing. I spread my legs wide like her and she smiled up at Claudio. 

"Picked a target, lover..." she cooed. 

Claudio knelt between our legs while we kissed and fondled one another. Mom moaned into my mouth as he pushed inside her. I could feel his cock beneath me while he fucked her, sliding in and out of her slippery tightness. I squirmed myself down onto her, our pussylips mingling as his hard shaft pleasured her. Our tongues wrestled and teased, hands squeezing and caressing. 

I gasped as Claudio pulled out of mom and slid inside me without warning. Mom pressed her hips up, increasing the pressure. I attacked her mouth fiercely with mine, driven to knew heights of bliss as I was pinned between them. God, why would anyone ever want to do anything except fuck? 

Claudio's hips were thumping against us, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, thumbs spreading my cheeks and teasing my tight little knot. My whole body was shaking. My pussy slithered and mingled with mom's, our clits dueling, breasts rubbed and squashed, mouths kissed in hunger and all the while, Claudio kept fucking us in turn. 

Claudio was a considerate enough lover to let mom and I cum first, and we certainly did. Pinned to each other, writhing and grinding, we screamed into one another's mouths as we came. My fingers gripped mom's breasts so tight I almost scratched her. Mom's nails raked along my back as she shuddered beneath me. We bathed our hips and Claudio's in our sticky ecstasy. 

Mom then gently moved Claudio away and allowed me to get off of her. We knelt together in front of him and began kissing and swallowing his cock greedily while our bodies pressed to one another. Tongues frolicked and trailed along his length or lips wrapped around his glistening, throbbing pole, dainty hands massaging the length. 

"Mmmmm, time to cum, lover," mom cooed, looking up at him, her hand twisting gently around the base of his shaft while my mouth bobbed back and forth on him. "Give my baby and I everything you've got." 

One of Claudio's hands moved to the back of each of our heads to steady himself and he moaned loudly, his hips shuddering. He came hard, his pearly essence shooting mom and I directly in the face before she pointed his cock down at our tits, which we squirmed together as he baptized us. We pumped and sucked him dry, causing him to sit back wearily on the couch before we turned our attention to one another, kissing in a cum-hungry frenzy. We licked one another's faces clean, then our sticky tits, barely able to control ourselves. 

We rested for a while, mom and I tangled on the floor while Claudio was spread out on the couch. We slowly got to our knees and gently kissed our Italian guest all over. Mom suggested a quick soak in the hot tub to see if that rejuvenated us. We took him by the hand and led him outside. He looked around at our backyard, expressing appreciation for the privacy it offered. Mom giggled and confirmed that it did indeed give us plenty of opportunity to be naughty without worry. 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 06



We slipped into the hot tub, with mom and I on either side of Claudio. We snuggled to him, caressing and fondling his body while he put his arms around us. We kissed his chest or one another, just enjoying the time to relax before mom took my hand and placed it on his cock beneath the water. She smiled at me wickedly while we began to massage him, causing his member to swell and slowly come back to life. Mom now slipped under the water and between his legs, taking him inside her mouth. 

I leaned in and kissed him while she sucked on his cock, my hands tracing over his smooth, defined chest. I bit at his shoulders and trapezius while mom broke the surface to take a breath before going under again. Soon he was hard and ready to go, which was fortunate, since mom and I were feeling a deep and burning need in our pussies for more fucking. 

My sex drive had always been high, but since mom and I had begun fucking it was completely out of control. Sex was all I seemed to be able to think about, especially with her. Everything made me tingle and thinking of her for more than three seconds caused me to get damp and my nipples would grow hard. I'm suspecting the same was true of mom. 

Mom now crawled out of the jacuzzi and laid on the side with her legs dangling in the water. She spread them wide, exposing her pussy. I dutifully knelt on the seating ledge, burying my face in her sweet slit while pushing my behind in the air. Claudio got behind me and took hold of my hips, teasing his cockhead against my pliant lips. I moaned in desire and then sighed as he finally slid inside me. He pushed in and out, slowly at first, but picking up speed to give me a good, steady fucking. I groaned into mom's cunt as I licked her, smothering her clit with my tongue. She went rigid for a moment as hissed as I slid my long middle finger into her tight ass. 

"Ohhhhh, baby," she moaned, squirming her hips. "You make mommy feel so good..." 

I ground back against Claudio's cock as he fucked me, my tongue slithering around inside my mother. We all writhed against one another, a snaking chain of pleasure in the water. My breasts bumped against the edge of the pool. I buzzed my lips against mom's clit, causing her to gasp and shudder. 

"Claudio," I panted as I worked myself against him. "We should... totally double fuck my mom..." 

He nodded and I disengaged myself from him, hopping out of the tub and wiggling inside to get one of the strap-ons. I retrieved the one I thought would be best and headed back out, noticing that Claudio was keeping mom busy by fucking her. She sat on the edge of the whirlpool while he stood between her legs, pushing in and out. Mom looked like she was in heaven. 

I stepped into the water and fastened the toy around my waist. I watched mom and Claudio go at it for a moment before getting her attention. "Okay, mom," I said, smirking. "Where do you want me?" 

"I want Claudio in my ass," she panted, her fingers flexing on her shoulders as she spread her legs wider while he fucked her. "And you in front of me..." 

Claudio stopped fucking her long enough for her to stand up and he then sat on the edge of the whirlpool, his cock standing out proudly and his feet in the water. Mom then settled back against him, slowly guiding his tool inside her ass. She groaned as she slid down onto him, hooking her legs around his thighs, spreading herself wide for me, presenting herself shamelessly. 

I knelt in front of her for several seconds, lapping at her cunt to make sure it was good and wet, but also to watch as Claudio's cock slid in and out of her ass. It was wonderful to watch, but finally I stood and nestled myself between their legs. I teased the blunt head of the strap-on against her lips, sliding it up and down for several seconds before pushing it in. Mom groaned loudly as my hips met hers, our breasts squashing together. We wrapped our arms around one another and kissed greedily as I began to pump back and forth inside her, knowing she was already pinned to Claudio and not going anywhere. 

Mom grunted and gasped and moaned as we fucked her, not attempting at all to match rhythms with one another and keeping her from settling into a comfortable pace. We were going to wreck her together, leave her a trembling mess of pleasure. It thrilled me to think that at some point mom would want revenge. 

Our tongues tangled and our tits squirmed as I fucked her, feeling each and every rib along the fake cock's length as it slid in and out of her tight tunnel. I couldn't feel it, but I knew Claudio's cock was invading her ass and stretching her, causing her to keen loudly. Stuck between us, she could do nothing but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. 

At least I thought so. 

Mom had been flopping almost like a rag doll between us, her eyes closed as she rode along, but then they snapped open and she looked at me, her eyes flashing with unreal desire. I had no idea where that had come from. She took my cheeks in her hands and kissed me savagely, her tongue plunging into my mouth. 

"Yes, baby, fuck mommy," she hissed as she began grinding back against us both, squirming her pussy into me even as she rode up and down on Claudio with a vengeance. "Fuck me hard, darling, make me fucking scream..." 

I may have been stunned by her eagerness, but I did as I was told, pumping back and forth inside her cunt harder than before. I leaned in and began kissing and biting that spot on her neck and she gasped and shuddered, driven wild by my eagerness to please her. She wrapped her legs around me and began grinding madly, taking me as deep inside as she could. Claudio groaned as the angle of his cock in her ass changed suddenly, squeezing him tighter. He pumped harder, driving deeper inside her. 

Mom grappled onto me, holding me tight until only my hips could move, pumping back and forth like a piston. She squirmed against me like a fiend, her fingernails moving over my skin. She panted in my ear, biting at it in her eagerness. Her hot breath drove me wild, making me fuck her harder. 

"Mommy's gonna cum, baby," she moaned. "She's gonna cum for you and Claudio! Oh God.." 

She stiffened and threw her head back, a strangled cry coming from her throat as she tried not to scream so loudly that people in town could hear her. Her hips bucked furiously, even as Claudio pulled her down tight against his lap and I pushed in as far as I could. He groaned in her ear as he began filling her tight ass with his cum. Mom's pussy squeezed so tight that she almost popped the dildo out of herself. She was in such pleasure that she was almost weeping, seemingly, still clutching me to her desperately. 

Finally, though, she went limp, her head resting on my shoulder. She hardly seemed to be moving and if it weren't for her heartbeat jackhamering against my breast, I'd have thought we killed her. Claudio seemed spent as well, resting against her back, his head turned to the side and his eyes closed. He was still deep inside her ass, which twitched and squeezed, milking the rest of his cum from him. We stood and sat still for some time, just breathing heavily. Even I was spent and I hadn't cum. 

My God, was I wet, though. 

I finally pulled slowly back, letting Claudio gently take my mom's weight and rest her back against himself, still impaled on his cock. Mom shivered as I pulled the dildo out of her, her head still flopped to one side and her eyes closed. I smirked, knowing I'd truly take her over the edge. I couldn't wait for her to reciprocate at some point. 

"Bella, you seem tired," Claudio said to her, causing me to giggle. "Will you live to see me to the airport?" 

Mom drew a deep breath. "Not if I do that again before we leave," she said finally. "Holy shit, you two nearly killed me." 

She steadied herself against her Italian lover's thighs and planted her feet in the water. Slowly, carefully, she eased herself off his cock, moaning as she did so. He popped out of her and she hissed and giggled, squeezing her knees as she kept her balance. She sighed and stood up, her arms out to the sides as she wobbled a little. 

"If I keep cumming like that, I'm gonna be in a wheelchair before I turn thirty-five," she muttered. "How's that for a story?" She turned and leaned against the side of the pool, taking more deep breaths. I sidled up behind her and hugged her close, moving my hips back and forth a little so the top side of the strap-on slid along her pussylips. 

"You little minx, you nearly killed mommy," she purred as she wiggled back against me, smirking. "Trying to inherit our fortune early?" 

"I'm pretty sure you're more than slutty enough to take anything I can throw at you," I replied, fondling her tits. "I just hope I'm up to the payback when it comes." 

"I hope so too, baby," she agreed. She smiled at Claudio. "So, my Italian stallion, is my daughter not a treat?" 

"She is wonderful, just like you, tesora," he replied, nodding. "She is, how would I say it... un donnaccia magnifica." 

I blushed and giggled. "He just said I'm a wonderful slut, mommy." 

"Yes he did, baby, and that's a compliment, for sure." she agreed, turning me around and taking me gently by the shoulders. She lead me into Claudio's arms and I nestled back against him, my ass against his cock. Mom pressed herself into me and we kissed lovingly. I'd say it was fairly obvious that Claudio had no problem with our incestuous relationship. Heaven knows, he was certainly benefiting from it. 

"I don't know about you two, but I'm pretty spent at the moment," mom said finally, looking at us both but standing close enough to me that our nipples were just kissing. "Shall we retire inside and drink mimosas?" 

This met with approval from Claudio and I, so we stepped out of the jacuzzi and toweled ourselves off before heading indoors. Claudio put his robe back on upon entering, so mom and I did likewise, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. We sat at in the living room and sipped our drinks, discussing his plans once he returned to Florence. He had been a fitness instructor back home as well and planned to carry on as such. 

"Guess we'll have to visit whatever gym you're working at when we visit," mom said, smiling slyly. "You'll make sure we get private instruction, right?" 

Claudio laughed. "But of course, bella. I would shut down the whole gym if necessary, to spend some alone time with my favourite American girls." 

We whiled away some more time with idle chatter before mom made lunch, which we were all very ready for, given how much energy we'd expended that morning together. After that, Claudio mentioned that he wanted to visit the duty-free shop at the airport before boarding, so mom insisted that we head out early so he had all the time he needed. He agreed readily and we excused ourselves to go and get dressed for the trip. 

Upstairs, we were kissing greedily as we pushed one another up against mom's bedroom wall, swallowing each other's tongues. Hands roved and wandered freely, our previous exertions that morning forgotten now that we were alone. Fingers teased pussylips and clits while we squirmed our boobs together. 

"Mmmm, I wish we had time to fuck, mommy," I whispered as we slid our fingers inside one another. "God, I want to fuck..." 

"Me too, baby, but it wouldn't be polite to leave Claudio out and I think he's still pretty tired," she murmured through our heated kiss. "So here's the deal. We quietly make one another come right now, to banish the demons and then we head out. Who knows, maybe Claudio will have recovered by the time we're at the airport and he can fuck us some place private, right?" 

I nodded and we simply took one another by the hips and pressed our pussies together, squirming them around, lips mingling wetly as clits pulsed and kissed. Looking into one another's eyes, we girl-fucked one another until we shivered and sighed into one another's mouths, bathing each other's cunts in our cum. We kissed lovingly for several more seconds before cleaning one another off and beginning to dress. We didn't feel the need to be fancy, I simply wore my fashionably ripped jeans and tight shirt from the night before, while mom put on a leather skirt and a nice blouse. Our hair went up in ponytails and simple shoes on the feet. We looked simple but sexy. 

Claudio was sitting and waiting patiently for us when we came downstairs. He smiled warmly and hugged us both, thanking us for the most memorable night and day of his time in this country. We took several pictures together before mom hopped into the minivan and I followed with Claudio in his leased vehicle. We drove into town and dropped that off before we joined mom in our van. 

The airport was nearly an hour away in the city so mom and I took turns sitting in the back with Claudio. I smirked as I saw mom with her head in his lap, sucking his cock for the first leg of our journey. I did likewise when it was my turn back there and moaned as I kept him in my mouth. I was tempted to fuck him, but mom hadn't so I resisted for now. 

We made it to the airport and headed to the duty-free shop, where Claudio browsed intently for some time, picking up souvenirs and other items he seemed to think would be hard to procure back home. Once he was done, we procured his ticket and got his luggage squared away, which left us about half an hour before he would be called to board. 

"So ladies," he said, smiling. "I am at your disposal for a half hour. What do you plan to do with me?" 

Mom already seemed to have this figured out and we took him to a little-used family bathroom and changeroom in a desolate hallway of the terminal. She locked the door behind us and we almost attacked him as we removed his clothes. Mom kissed him deeply while I sucked his cock to hardness again. Mom and I shed our clothes quickly and I steadied his throbbing tool while mom backed herself onto it, taking him deep inside. They tried to not moan loudly as they fucked, with me kneeling between their legs and licking at her pussy and his cock as it slid in and out of her. 

Mom and I switched positions then and Claudio fucked me hard, gripping my hips as he did me. Mom made me gasp as she flicked my clit and pressed her finger against my pussylips and Claudio's throbbing cock as it slid in and out of me. Finally, though, he stiffened and grunted as he began to cum, shooting inside me as I squeezed him tight with my own orgasm. He pulled out and mom grabbed hold of his tool, sucking it willfully until he was empty. She then stood and pressed herself against me and kissing me, letting me taste his pearly essence while she let his cockhead just inside herself. 

We cleaned ourselves up and exited the changeroom, trying to look normal, mom and I failing miserably because we could not stop blushing and giggling. We used our cellphones to take lots of pictures together by his gate before his flight was called. Many kisses were exchanged and we promised to come see him when we took our trip to Europe. He smiled that charming Italian smile one last time and waived to us before he was gone. We stood there dutifully for several moments before I turned and looked at mom, who was watching the gate with distant eyes. 

"You okay?" I asked, giving her hand a squeeze. 

She turned her head and looked at me, her eyebrow raised. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?" 

"I dunno, I just wanted to make sure you weren't upset when he left." I explained somewhat uncertainly. 

Mom laughed. "Darling, Claudio was a charming man and a great piece of meat for us, but hardly my type," she said cheerfully. "We'd have killed him if he stayed another day and tried to sate our sexual appetites." 

"Well, that's probably true." I admitted. 

"I'm not sure any man out there will make me happy until I find another one like your father," she mused as we turned and began walking. "And even if I don't, I don't intend to just settle. It'll take more than a pretty smile and a sexy accent to sweep me off my feet. I'm not some desperate cougar." 

I laughed finally. "I never should have doubted you, mom. You're still the sexiest woman I've ever known." 

"Damn right," she said emphatically. "And horny as hell, too. We need to get back home so we can fuck one another to unconscious." 

Claudio was gone and we were back on our favourite mission. 

*** 

Mom and I hissed and panted in the dim light of the bedroom, churning and grinding our pussies together rapidly, squeezing one another's tits until we were drenched with sweat and shuddering as we fought to hold on, prolonging our walk on the knife's edge of desperate need and unreal pleasure. Mom was kneeling over me, our legs scissored as we writhed. I was holding a massager with a bulbous vibrating head to our slippery pussylips, the constant buzz causing us both to moan. Clits bumped and lips mingled wetly. 

"Fuck, mom!" I gasped, staring up at her, my eyes glazed with lust. "Grind your cunt into me!" 

"Gonna fuck you until we cum, baby!" she hissed, her eyes flashing with desire. She was holding one of my legs up in the air, bracing herself against it, driving me wild by grazing her fingernails along my skin or nipping and biting at my calf and ankle. We squirmed and writhed in strong circles against one another, slick with sweat from our heated lovemaking. 

I pressed the buzzing head harder against us and we both moaned in response, feeling the relentless tidal wave of our mutual orgasm racing toward us. We both strained, arching our hips and craning our necks as we fought those last fews seconds. 

We both cried out, loudly. We bucked and mashed into one another, pussies boiling over with mingled cum. Mom threw my leg aside and almost slammed herself down onto me, kissing me greedily as we humped and fucked like crazed people. We growled and moaned as we kissed, biting each other's lips and tongues hungrily. We kept fucking, hips pistoning, pussies slapping together. The obscene sucking and squelching noises were music to our ears. My body was flooded with warm, tingling pleasure like no other, like only my mom could seem to give me. 

We finally laid still, panting and sighing, bodies glued to one another. We'd already cum together five times since returning home from the airport, pretty much attacking one another once we were out of the car. We had kissed and fondled our way up the steps to the front door (confident no one could see us) and tumbled into the house, tearing the clothes off one another. We had our first orgasm together on the stairs up to the second floor, not content to wait until we reached the bedroom. We'd had another one in the hallway, pinning each other down in a 69 and tonguing and fingering one another into a frenzy. 

Three more orgasms followed those two, before this last one that seemed to finally wear us out. I feebly put one arm around the small of my mother's back, a semblance of a hug. It was all I had in me. I felt like a wet, used dishrag. My bones were jelly and I couldn't do a damn thing. 

Finally, with considerable effort, mom rolled off me and lay on her back next to me, gazing at the ceiling. Both our bodies were practically steaming from the prolonged fucking. She let out a loud sigh, still not moving. 

"Does it bother you that sex with anyone else just seems to be a warm-up to the two of us fucking?" she asked finally. 

"No," I said, meaning it. "You?" 

"Nope," she replied. "Kinda love it. I don't care one bit that it's incest, baby. You make me horny like no one has since your dad. It's good to have that kind of desire in yourself again, to have someone make your pussy that wet and to cum that fucking hard with them." 

I nodded. "I'm on board with you there and it doesn't bother me at all that it's you. This couldn't feel more natural to me. I don't give a fuck what anyone says. None of their damn business, right?" 




Sapphic Serenity Ch. 06



"I'm glad Claudio was cool with it," she mentioned. "I'd've really been upset if I'd had to keep myself away from you while he was here." 

"Yeah," I agreed. "Even when I was fucking whatever-his-name-is, I kept thinking about how much I wanted to get back on you and fuck the living shit out of you, to hear you screaming my name." 

Mom giggled and gave my hand a squeeze. "You really should find out his name, in case you want him to fuck you again. Do you?" 

I nodded again. "Yeah, it was a good time." 

I turned and looked at her. "If he was open to the idea of the two of us, would you want to fuck him with me?" 

She smiled. "Some young meat for your mom's aching pussy? And with you? Of course, baby, I'm sure that would be amazing. We'll blow his mind like nothing else in this world." 

I sighed happily. "We'll have to do that at some point. There's so much cock out there for us to fuck. And getting to share it with you is the best thing I could ask for. I hope this never ends." 

She smiled at me lovingly. "Well, when you marry a man, maybe we'll share him too, we'll see." 

I paused as I pondered her words. "D'you... if dad were alive still, do you think that... y'know, the three of us..." 

She considered. "Actually I have no idea, baby," she said. "I mean, your dad was a really big perv and all, and knowing you like I do, you would have loved fucking that enormous cock of his... it's difficult to say." 

"Well, I'm just going to tell myself he would." I said, putting my hands behind my head in satisfaction as I smiled at the ceiling. "Because if I'm good enough for my daddy and my mommy, then I'm good enough for anybody!" 

Mom laughed cheerfully and pulled me to her for a loving kiss that wouldn't end for close to an hour. 

*** 

Author's Notes: Just a reminded, like the notes at the end of the last chapter- this will indeed remain and incest story about Bronwen and her mom, but others will be involved on occasion, so you can prepare yourselves accordingly. 

People who read my stories will notice that I reference Florence occasionally. It's the place in Italy I spent the most time in when visiting that fair land. Apparently I got the origin of polenta wrong in another story, but I'd obviously been misled by a dishonest Florentine who told me this bit of trivia. Even I can't know everything. 

I'm really enjoying writing this story and I hope you're enjoying reading it. This whole mom-daughter kink is really fun to write. Lesbian incest is a thing of mine, seemingly. I will doubtless find other combinations to indulge. 

Keep your stick on the ice! 

- Management