10 comments/ 140836 views/ 34 favorites Unexpected Bliss By: matron222 I was happy to receive the invitation to my kid-sister's wedding. She was twenty-one and had met a rich Texan at college. Now they were getting married in Florida. Arrangements were made to fly me in from California were I live and work. The only problem I had with the wedding is that I would have to meet my mother again. I hadn't seen her since my teenage days. My father fought with my mom constantly until finally he divorced her and disappeared when I was fifteen years old. Outside my sister, my Mom was the only family I had. Then one day, during an angry spat, she told me the truth. She wasn't my biological mother. She'd married my father with me in tow from a previous marriage. My sister was their own daughter. I resented her telling me this so late and felt betrayed. To get her back, I told her bluntly that I was a lesbian. "No, Karen, you can't be," my mother screamed, her face becoming contorted with pain and horror. My admission hurt her deeply because she was a devote church-going woman and the scandal would damage her reputation. We fought for weeks and the arguments became endless. Finally, I left home, went to college, and eventually found a good job. I would not have contact with my mother for several years. Over time, however, I felt rootless and wanted to be normal, like other women with mothers. So I gripped my fears and phoned my mother last year. When we talked, I realized she had changed, become less rigid. In one of our conversations, she asked if I was still a lesbian and she seemed to accept this better than I expected. She seemed almost happy, which I felt so odd. Yet, I was still nervous to meet her. As it worked out, my sister put us in the same luxury hotel. My hands were shaking as I once again I saw her blonde hair and gorgeous body. My mother wore her apprehension on her face, but it soon disappeared as we hugged and even cried. Soon she broke out into a happy smile and years of resentment and anger fell away from my own heart. "Can I still call you Mom?" I asked still choked with emotion. "Karen," she replied softly, "you can call me Ann or Mom. Whatever your heart wishes, darling." When we hugged, it struck me that she had gained some weight but it didn't take away from her figure. She pulled me toward her and embraced my body warmly, letting me feel her warm full figure motherly body. It was a long hug and it gave me a strange feeling. It wouldn't be until a little later that I would understand the dark fantasies that fueled such a sensuous embrace. My sister and fiancée treated us nicely, taking us to dinner and sightseeing. After the second day, my mother and I went shopping for new dresses. "You look wonderful, Karen," my mother remarked as we started out. "You've grown into a beautiful woman." I blushed at the compliment. I'd always tried to keep my body in shape. My body is tall and shapely with 36B cups for breasts and a curvy bum. I've worked hard to keep my stomach flat and my butt firm. My facial features were sharp (a rather long nose) but attractive with dark eyes, both framed by my long brown straight hair. "You look great too, Mom," I replied, admiring her ample breasts and large but not fat hips. She always had a soft face with large eyes. I always admired her blonde hair and shapely legs. She looked very mature, very maternal and, in her own way, very sexy—something I felt odd recognizing. The third shop we entered was very chic. A young clerk came up and started to help my mother. My mother looked at the girl as she spoke, almost staring at her. I raised an eyebrow, noting the infatuation with the young clerk before busying myself with finding a dress I liked. As I was about to take a dress into the fitting room, one of the clerks came up and hugged me. It was someone named "Melody," the manager of the shop. I didn't think I knew this person and it took me a minute to recognize my old college mate. We'd been lovers in college and now she was married with two children. In minutes she ushered me into a change room and we hugged some more. We were both the same age, twenty-seven. She was a short thin woman with dark hair. I was a tall brunette. We chatted as I took off my dress to try a new one on. I stood there in my panties, bra and stockings. Old feelings die hard. It wasn't long before Melody jumped up and kissed me spontaneously. "I haven't done this since college, with you," she squealed with delight. I could feel that seeing me sparked all kind of fantasies in my old lover. Soon we were kissing passionately. Melody let her hand roam over my bare back and settle on my ass. I pulled up her black dress so I could squeeze her small feminine ass. Melody had been a hot lover and I could feel the same energy. We kissed and her hand grabbed my bra. Melody's slim body seemed more full and robust since we'd been "a number." "You've gained a little weight, Melody," I said jokingly, "the married life must be treating you good." "It's the children that put on the weight," she said between kisses. I'd never been with a married woman before and my fantasies to seduce one erupted in my mind. As if to read my mind, Melody looked into my eyes and said: "You're curious to see if I've changed, aren't you?" Not letting me answer, she leaned against the mirrored wall. I got on my knees and slid my hands up her dress. Melody held her dress up for me. I was very aroused as I looked at her white panties and garter belt. I unfastened each garter and dragged her white lacy panties to her knees. It was obvious she didn't shave her snatch like she had in college. Her pussy was thick with dark curly hair. "I hope you still like it, Karen," Melody said anxiously. "My husband Jim likes the hair." "It's beautiful, Melody," I replied giggling. "I like hair too. What matters is if you're still the hot pussy I remember." I rubbed my finger along her hairy slit happy to see the first film of wetness appear on the hairs closest to her slit. Melody shivered with excitement and embarrassment as I twirled the pubic hair with my fingers. The idea of kissing the cunt of a mother drove me crazy. I stayed with her pubic hairs for a moment, combing my hand through her bush and pushing aside her labial lips to see her pink twat inside. As I did so, she twitched her hips, feeling awkward to have her privates observed so closely. "Your bush really filled out," I said observing the way the thick hair traveled in the direction of her navel and down toward her ass crack. The mother bit her lip, nervous at my inspection of her genitals. "You always were an exhibitionist, weren't you Melody?" I asked, as I continued to tease and play with the lush hairs, pulling on the waxy bush with my fingers. It was cute the way her pubic hairs hid her mature womanhood. Melody twitched again, as she became self-conscious. Seeing herself as a mother, she perhaps couldn't believe that she could so easily fall back into her old ways after being married and "normal" for so long. Goose-pimples appeared on my arms. I let my nose sniff her maternal pussy before I let my tongue feel its way along her hairy slit. Melody squirmed nicely for me. Feeling her arousal again, I remembered all the crazy games we played and teased each other with while we made love. I pulled back and let my fingers play again with her thick labial folds, exposing her wet pink inner tissue. The woman moaned with desire. I knew it wouldn't take much for her to cum. "Are you one of those suburban soccer moms who acts like a lady but wishes she was a whore?" I asked teasingly. "You were always good at reading people, weren't you," she replied as her breathing became hard from the excitement. I kissed her slit tenderly before sticking two fingers into her moist hole. My fingers played, feeling her soft pink insides. She wasn't as tight as I remember. Then again, having two children does things to your body. I focused on Melody's pussy, thinking of her child births and the number of times she'd been fucked by a man since I've been with her years ago. My own lust grew and I could have easily brought myself off. "That feels so good, Karen," Melody mumbled. I licked her deeply with my two fingers still inside her. I remembered her taste from years ago as I recollected our many lovemaking sessions. Melody looked at my bare back and panty-ass from the mirror behind me. Looking up, I saw her eyes glaze over. Perhaps she was getting caught up in her own fantasy. Her body twitched some more. The woman let her dress fall over me and pressed my head against her crotch. It was dark and I couldn't see anymore but it didn't matter. My tongue found her clit and my lips sucked on the delicate pearl, feeling it swell. Despite her slim size, she always had a thick clit. Her moaning grew louder as I sucked it more intensely. Her moans made it obvious that this was something she missed. It made me believe that no man could suck her off as good as another woman, yet I was jealous of her bisexuality. I wanted to tease her some more. "Do you guys fuck a lot?" I asked softly. "Oh Karen, not now," she replied moaning. "Yes, Jim likes to fuck me a lot." "When was the last time?" I asked, sucking one of her labial lips into my mouth. Melody hesitated as her body wiggled against the wall. "Last night," she finally replied. "Now you've got me between your legs tongue-fucking you," I whispered deviously. "Don't worry baby, I washed well this morning," she said, breathing hard. "Do you like holding your dress up and getting fucked like this?" I said as I licked her clit again and feeling her lithe body withering between my hands. She didn't answer. I kissed her hairy slit again as my finger slid in and out of her wet canal. "You're a whore, aren't you Melody? You probably offer this service to all your customers and then go home like a good soccer-mom and fuck your husband, don't you?" "Oh Karen, fuck me, you bitch, fuck me" she cried softly as her lust began to explode inside her. Melody couldn't take the stimulation any longer. I felt her legs stiffen around my head as her orgasm erupted. She muffled her moans of pleasure as her orgasm riveted her body against the wall. I stayed still until her moaning and squirming stopped. I think she'd had a first class orgasm. I took my head from under her dress and stood up. She immediately hugged me and thanked me. I was happy because we felt close again. Then Melody gasped, looking at the door. It had not been completely shut. Someone was looking in. It was my mother. "Oh Mom, come in. I forgot about you," I said hiding my embarrassment. "This is Melody, an old friend." "I couldn't find you honey," Ann replied entering and shaking Melody's hand. "I hope I'm not disturbing you two." As Ann put her hand forward her cheeks were red with shame. "Oh no not at all," Melody said, her face red with embarrassment. The woman was unable to move because her panties and stockings were down around her ankles. My mother couldn't help but notice the predicament of my friend, giving a furtive glance at the black panties around Melody's feet. My mother excused herself and said she would wait in the store. Melody hurriedly fixed her panties and garter belt. I felt terrible thinking my mother might have been watching the whole time. Melody saw my pained look and told me to lean on the chair. I put my hands on the seat. Without saying anything, she slid her hand down the back of my panties and soon I felt her index finger enter my wet slit. We were facing a mirror. It was so weird to see this stylish woman act as if everything was normal and that bringing me off was part of her duties. But I couldn't wait. I was so hot. "Keep looking at the mirror, Karen," Melody said. "I feel so embarrassed doing it this way," I replied. "Then close your eyes and I'll enjoy the show," she said as she reached under and squeezed my breast. Her fingers found my clit, and as if she'd rubbed hundreds of cunts, she soon found a good rhythm and I came quickly with short quick breaths. After I came, I sat on the chair and Melody sat on my lap. We kissed and told each other how much we missed one another. "You still get me hot, Melody," I said sincerely, "any chance you'd want to play both sides?" "I'd love to Karen, but I won't fool around while I've got children to raise," she replied, kissing my forehead. I finally tried on the dress I had brought to the fitting room. I looked at myself in the mirror. We both giggled as the smell of sex wafted through the small room; I smelt my fingers with my face still flushed from just having had sex. "I'll take it," I blurted out to Melody, and we both burst out laughing. I found my Mom in a serious conversation with the other clerk, a college-aged women who was patting my mother on the back looking at a set of sheer bras. It didn't look odd, but it struck me as sensual, as if the girl wanted more from my Mom. My Mom was debating whether or not to buy a rather slinky black see-thru bra. Fifteen minutes later I was leaving the store with my mother. We visited two other shops before she brought herself the dress she wanted. Eventually we went back to the air-conditioned hotel room. Since finding me in the fitting room with Melody, my mother acted differently. I knew discovering me in the fitting room bothered her. She had never thought well of me being gay, now she'd seen me in action. But I was a grown woman and I knew I didn't have to explain myself except to apologize for keeping her waiting. Although it was only two in the afternoon, I poured some wine and we tried to chat but it was very difficult. When my mother rose to pour more wine I followed her to the kitchenette and spontaneously hugged her, asking her to forgive me. I told her I didn't want to spoil anything by what she saw. To my surprise my mother didn't let go but held me tight for longer than what I felt was appropriate. She told me not to bother with the incident but something in her voice told me there was something on her mind. Once I stood back, I looked her in the eyes. "You're jealous, aren't you Mom?" Her face looked horrified at the question. She wanted to walk away but I blocked her way. Finally she buried her face in her hands and cried, admitting she was jealous. I hugged her again and felt her tight grip. I didn't know what to do. This was my mother. I didn't know if she was attracted to me or what. "Did you like what you saw in the shop with Melody and me?" I asked. "Yes," she nodded still weepy. "You mean, me with my head up Melody's dress?" I asked. The older woman nodded, looking away from my eyes. I let my arms slide down her body and placed my hands on her ample ass and squeezed her globes. "Is that better, Mom," I asked softly. "Yes, honey, that feels good," she replied, burying her face in my shoulder. I was in a state of shock. I'd never suspected my mother of such a desire. I didn't know what to do. I'd never been with such a large woman, and certainly not as old as Ann. My second surprise was how excited I felt, smelling her perfume and being so close to a woman who I only had dark fantasies about. My nipples hardened as I pressed them against my mother's chest. Then I felt a small kiss on my neck. I didn't want to reveal my fear and shock. I knew I'd either have to stay or run. I decided to stay. I couldn't let my mother suffer the way she let me suffer years ago. "It's ok to have these feelings Mom, I said tenderly, holding her close. "You've come to the right person to be understood." We looked into each other's eyes and I saw her tearful beckoning. I didn't hesitate. I put my lips to hers. We kissed softly, just on the lips. My mother's hands slid down my back and grabbed my firm ass. We pressed our pelvises together as we kissed. When we stopped we both laughed to break the tension. I reached out and stroked her face. I didn't want to stop and say foolish things so I asked her: "Are you ready to suck my tongue?" Without answering, we put our mouths together and kissed, letting our tongues meet for the first time. I was dizzy with excitement and fear. I was doing something both wrong and right. I didn't know what to do so I followed my instinct. I let my leg rub itself against my mother's crotch. She responded by kissing me more tenderly. Her hands were still fondling my ass and her fingernails dragged against my globes. Finally, I lifted my leg, letting her hand find the hem of my dress until I felt her touch my leg. "That's it, just let your hand slide along my leg. If you want, let your hand go where it wants." We kissed again, with our tongues getting more daring. I felt her hand slide up my thigh but then stop. "It's alright, Mom," I looked her in the eye again, "I don't mind your hand under my dress. It feels good there and I'm excited. I hope you are too." I could see both fear and excitement in my mother's eyes as we continued to kiss. I nibbled on her ear lobe and blew gently into her ear. "Bring your hand up a little more, Mom," I encouraged her as my hand squeezed her ass evenly more tightly. I felt her hand reach my panties. The palm of her hand slid along my panty line and shivers went up my back. My sex felt very tingly and I had butterflies in my stomach. I hadn't felt this way in years with a woman. Earlier, with Melody, it was all passion and speed. This was different. I'm sure it was the taboo of it that was making feel so out of control. I could feel my nipples stiffen in my bra. I spread my legs and let Ann's hand touch the crotch of my pants. She pulled it away immediately but I grabbed her wrist, stopped her from pulling her hand out from under my dress. "Don't stop now, Mom," I said pleading. "Why can't we just be nice to one another?" "You're my daughter Karen. I feel so strange doing this," she replied with a low guilty voice. "But you like it too, don't you? Just tell me you feel excited," I said. "Since the shop today, this is what you wanted to do, isn't?" She nodded her head as our eyes met. I felt the resistance in her hand disappear and I let go. Ann's hand found my crotch again and pressed against the smooth fabric of my panties. "Just rub it back and forth," I said softly, nibbling on her ear. "Is this the first time you're doing this with another woman?" "Yes it is. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you," she replied. "No, you're not embarrassing me. I'm glad you can trust me. I'm going to bend my knees to give you more room." We kissed, softly, our tongues hardly touching. As I bent my knees, her fingers glided over the front of my panties and pressed me harder. I sighed with excitement. "Oh Mom, if you only knew how good that feels," I said with a moan. "You're so soft and gentle." My hand stroked my mother's face and I showered her forehead and face with small kisses before I dipped my tongue into her mouth. I knew her hand wanted to explore so I encouraged her. "Please Mom, please," I muttered, "I've always wanted you do this. Please do it." "Ok, honey," she replied, kissing me. Her fingers found the waist band of my panties and ran along the rim. I could feel her hand turn and her fingers lay flat on my stomach as she slid them over my hairy vulva. "I'm a little wet," I said shyly, "I hope it doesn't bother you." "No, I want to feel it," she said. My legs shook. Ann could easily see the effect she was having on me. My one hand was kneading her ass and the other found one of her large breasts hidden under her blouse. I felt her bra and squeezed the tip. My hand became aggressive and I stopped seeing my mother twitch. "I know this is your first time with a woman and ..." I paused. "I'm sorry for touching your breast," I said with a heavy breath. "I'm just so ..." Unexpected Bliss "You don't have to say it, Karen," she interrupted me nervously, "I understand. I like what you're doing." I grabbed her breasts tighter and feeling the padding of the cup. My fingers pinched the crest of the cup as I felt for the nipple underneath. Ann took a small step back telling me I'd found her hardening tit. The idea of arousing my own mother only made me hotter. "Does that feel good when I touch you like that?" I asked softly. "It feel wonderful darling," she replied, almost ashamed knowing where her own hand was going. "Can I squeeze it harder?" I asked. "A lot harder," she replied. My hand fondled her large breast enjoying its fleshy weight. My fingers pinched the crest of her bra rudely until I felt the hard nipple beneath it. Once I felt the stiffness, I pinched as hard as I could, causing my mother to moan softly. It felt so weird giving my own mother sexual pleasure. We stopped kissing as I closed my eyes and savored Ann's touch. My stomach filled with butterflies. She saw my eyes close in pleasure as she let her hand rub against my hairy slit. Then she turned her hand around and cupped my entire cunt. My knees bent and she took a firmer grip of my crotch. I was standing in such an embarrassing position as I felt her fingers become slimy with my lubricant. My pussy lips swelled under her velvet-like touch. My orgasm was coming fast. I had hardly ever cum with so little stimulation. I stroked my mother's face again as she watched my face contort with pleasure. As her hand rubbed my pussy back and forth and she looked at my loss of control she became more confident and less scared. Her index finger began to press heavily along my slit without penetrating me. My juices were now all over her fingers. "Your hand feels so warm," I moaned. "Is this the way you like it done, Karen?" she asked in a whisper. I nodded as my hands grabbed her shoulders to steady myself. I launched my tongue in her mouth. Our lips locked in a heat of passion. I knew this was a special kiss as I tasted her lipstick and ran my tongue around her mouth. My hands slid down her arms and planted themselves on her hips. Our breasts were pressed against each other. My body began to rock and I moaned uncontrollably as her fingers caressed my wet pussy. I was sweaty and in heat, and I couldn't pull myself away even if I wanted to. "Oh Mom," I screamed as I came. "Your finger feels so fucking good!" My hips bucked and I hugged her close as her hand started to vigorously rub my pussy. My breathing became jagged and my skin tingled with a new pleasure I'd never had in sex before. I buried my head in her shoulders, almost ashamed at my reaction. My knees were still bent and Ann's hand found a nice rhythm that ran from the top of my pubis to the tip of anus. Her hand slid easily with my flowing juices. My orgasm went on longer than normal with rays of pleasure pulsating in every corner of my body. I hugged my mother close keeping my head buried in her shoulder as I felt the waves of orgasmic pleasure vibrate in me. Ann moved her fingers and feathered the spot just around my clit. My hips twitched, squeezing my legs together. She didn't pull her hand away, liking the effect she was having on me. "Oh Mom, I've never felt it this way before. Your touch is like magic, really," I whispered in her ear as I began to kiss her face again. "Oh, honey, I'm so glad you liked it," she said with the same nervous voice, "I never knew we could do this so easily." We kissed some more before I told her to do the inevitable. "I want to feel you inside me. Your fingers are so warm," I said. She didn't enter me immediately but feathered my pussy lips and watched me squirm. "Just put two fingers together like a pistol and slide them in," I uttered softly. Slowly I felt her two fingers enter my womanhood. I grunted, feeling another orgasm growing. Her fingers didn't penetrate me very deeply. "Go further, if want," I prodded her, "go all the way." Her fingers slid in more. "Right to the knuckles, Mom," I said. Slowly she sunk her fingers deep into my vaginal canal. I could feel her fingers explore he smooth lining and wetness of my womanhood. I squirmed more, finding it hard to stand still. "Do you like what your fingers are feeling, Mom," I asked in a exasperated tone, realizing how hard it was to talk with someone else's finger lodged deep in my pussy. "Yes, she whispered" as I felt her fingers twirl inside me. "I'm used to being pumped hard, so don't worry if you let go and ram me hard," I instructed her. Her fingers sunk in more, twisting and prodding my clitoris. I exhaled, feeling a deep pleasure by such a simple touch. I knew it was her special touch, my mother's. "Did you want to do this, Mom?" I asked. "Yes, Karen," she replied in a uncertain voice, not sure how much to say. "Your hand feels real good," I said, still breathing hard. "Does it feel strange to have your hand between my legs?" "I'm embarrassed Karen, having my hand in your ....," her voice breaking off. "Some woman call it their love nest or pussy. Call it what you like, Mom," I replied with a ragged breath. I felt very vulnerable and embarrassed as her hand and fingers massaged my entire sex in my panties. I put my hand on the outside of panties, pressing my mother's hand deeper into my cunt to give her confidence. "I always get hot when I arouse another woman. Do like watching me and making me squirm, playing with my sex?" I asked, hardly holding my breath. "Yes, it's driving me crazy," she replied, as we looked into each other's eye as she finally began to thrust her fingers into me, making me groan. We kissed again and stared into each other's eyes for a long time, as my mother continued her thrusting motion. It was the most intimate moment I've ever had, sharing an orgasm with my mother. "You've thought about finger fucking a woman a lot, haven't you?" I asked. "Mmmm," she replied embarrassed by my question. "I'm yours Mom, do what you want to me," I could hardly contain my orgasm as I threw both arms around my Mom and buried my head in her shoulder.. My mother's hand soon gained a new confidence and she began to pump hard and fast. "Oh yes, Mom, harder, fuck me, please fuck me hard. You can do it," I mumbled under my muffled breath. Thinking she wouldn't like my bad language, I apologized. "No, don't worry, honey. Say what you like," she replied, almost breathless herself. The older woman reveled in her ability to arouse me and make me cum. Her fingers filled my cunt nicely and her pumping was forceful and gentle at the same time. Then, to my surprise, I felt her free hand slide up the back of my dress and grab the back of my bra. Her strong hand pulled me back, thrusting my pelvis out. I opened my eyes and saw a raw determination in my mother's eyes that only moments ago were loving and soft; it was as if her alter-ego was showing. Her hand and fingers now banged into me roughly and I felt helpless. My bra was being pulled hard against my breasts and I felt my nipples tingle against the lacy cups and grow hard. I'd always wanted a strong lover who could do this to me, take control of my lust. Pleasure began to ripple through every part of my female body as my hips now gyrated with my mother's pounding penetration. My whole body quivered and my head shook up and down; it felt as if I was riding a wild beast. "Is this the way my baby likes it?" my mother asked in a serious tone. "Oh yeah, Mom, your fingers feel wonderful," was all I could reply. A deep fantasy was being lived out and I couldn't hold back any longer. The second orgasm arrived and I couldn't stop it. I just closed eyes, groaned and bite my lip. This second orgasm came fast and shook me. My legs were weak yet I felt intense pleasure everywhere as I squeezed my legs around my mother's hand as if I was a teenager again having her first orgasm. As the feelings of climax faded, I kept my mother's fingers trapped in my pussy by holding my legs together. Like a reflex, she kept pumping me gently, feeling me twitch and wither as her fingers glided passed my extremely sensitive clitoris. "May I?" she asked. "This will be my first time." I nodded as I felt her fingers fondled my swollen clitoris. Her fingers felt my fleshy pearl and I think she liked my reflexive squirming that I couldn't control as she made my entire sweaty body whimper with female pleasure. I never felt such feelings before, probably because I'd never let myself be taken so completely. Maybe I did it now because I trusted my mother, really trusted her. Being weakened by the orgasm, I slid down my mother's body and lay wrapped around her feet. My clothes were a mess but I didn't care. I put a hand between my legs to soothe the post-orgasmic sensations that still filled my sopping cunt. We remained silent. I could hear my mother's breathing calm and her body relax. She was returning to her sedate self again. The older woman was wearing a knee-length skirt with stockings. I put my hands on her calves and slid them up and down on her stockings several times. I looked up and saw her take a deep sigh. She had large hips and her stocking bands were tight. My hands played with her garters, rubbing their underside. "Will it bother you if I kiss you down here," I asked, trying to be sensitive to her feelings. "Oh Karen," she sighed, "haven't we already gone too far?" "I don't know," I said, as my hands slid over her panties that covered her sizeable ass. "It all depends on how you feel. Are you excited?" "Yes, but you're my daughter," she pleaded, with her face expressing the guilt she felt inside.. "Mom," I said firmly, "lift up your skirt." She did what I told her, exposing her beige stockings, white garters and satin full-paneled panties. I stared at her smoothness of the panties as the fabric narrowed to her crotch. I fluttered my fingers over the soft pooch that housed her mature pussy. Ann, my mother, twitched again and breathed deeply. For the second time that day, I found myself underneath a woman's dress. I never thought I would be in such a position with my mother. My lips touched the panties and I pressed my nose against the impression of the vulva. My senses were heightened as I smelled a combination of sweat, pussy juices and perfume. Ann's legs tensed, obviously aroused. With one hand behind her ass, I grabbed her panties from the ass and pulled tight, stretching the panties over her slit. I rubbed the outside of her panties letting my fingers find her covered slit. The sensation made the older woman squirm on her feet. "When is the last time you made love, Mom?" I asked softly increasing the pressure on her slit. Ann hesitated before she said: "It's been a long time, honey." "Have you been thinking only of men since the last time?" I asked "Please don't make me answer that," Ann said, almost in tears, still holding her skirt up. "This is too much Karen. I want to stop," she continued, almost mumbling. "This isn't right." "Let me just say good-bye here," I said, knowing I had passed the point where I couldn't stop. I kissed the panties again and let my tongue roll around the leg-band that I pried away with my finger. I saw her pubic hairs and the wet matted look of a woman in heat. Even with all her hair, her pussy lips were clearly visible and not as nicely packaged as in younger women. Closing my eyes, I put my face to her crotch and lightly kissed her sex. She didn't move so I stuck out my tongue and licked the hairy line of her mature slit. She withered with excitement. I leaned back for a moment and let my finger slide up and down her thick bushy cunt lips. I'd never been with a woman as old as Ann and I found my own excitement beyond control. Her sensitive pussy and our relationship aroused me like never before. Keeping her panties pulled aside, I licked her thick pubic hairs and then slid my tongue between the lips of her wet twat. Ann let her skirt fall over my head, making everything dark, but she pushed my head against her hips forcing my tongue in deeper to her love canal. The older woman shook with anticipation. I've kissed and licked other pussy, but I never before felt so keyed as this time. I was breaking a taboo I had never thought I could. But it felt so good. I sucked in Ann's long fleshy pink pussy lips, indifferent to her thick hairy pubic hairs that tickled my facial cheeks. Her pubic hairs were long and unkempt. It felt like she never trimmed her bush. The cunt lips were coated in her juices and I tasted their salty wetness. I could actually feel them swell in my mouth until they became smooth and slippery. The long pubic hairs immediately around her vulva were now wet and I felt them against my lips. After a little tongue work I found her clit. I became excited, tasting all the things one does around a pussy. I was surprised that her juices smelled like my own. Ann put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. Hearing her moan I sucked her clit harder. I knew her sexual response would not be too fast after such a long absence of sex so I played with growing nub between my teeth. Soon it was engorged. As her pleasure increased my mother finally spread her legs and bent her knees. It was hot in my little tent of lust as I penetrated her with two fingers. Her cunt was not tight and I could have easily put all my fingers in her. Ann wiggled on her feet with lust. I wanted to do something special. Knowing that any man she might have had sucked her pussy, I thought she would like something new. I moved my head and let my tongue reach out to touch her anus. The effect was immediate as she jumped. She was anal sensitive but probably never knew it. I let my tongue circle her bud, feeling the wrinkly skin of her sphincter muscle. My nose filled with all the aromas of ass kissing. I poked her entrance and felt her squirm on her feet. Her reaction gave me great satisfaction knowing the power I had over the older woman. I went back to kissing her pussy and let my finger follow her pubic hairs to her asshole. I circled the bud and eased the tip of my finger into it without penetrating her. My mother grunted ecstatically with pleasure. Ann's breathing was becoming hard. She leaned her back against the wall, probably not used to having an orgasm while standing. I realized that it probably wasn't very polite to do this the first time standing, but that is where the passion of the moment found us. Just when I lost myself in my own thoughts her legs tensed and pressed together. I leaned back and stopped sucking but my fingers were still caressing her anus. I shifted them and let my thumb enter her moist pussy. I kissed her inner thighs, along the band of the stockings as I heard her small cries pleasure. "Oh baby," she said moaning, "that feels so good." I let my thumb jab her clit several more times as the orgasm made her shudder. I kept my fingers in for long time as I felt her vaginal tunnel suck them in, amazed that her pussy would react so normally after not having sex for so long. Ann stood against the wall, savoring her orgasmic bliss. I let my fingers slide out, putting her panties back in place. I freed myself from under her skirt, breathing deeply from all the exercise. I straightened her skirt and finished by hugging and thanking one another for what we'd done together. Each of us then made a quick trip to the bathroom. I took a long pee, wiped my pussy clean and fixed my clothes. My lipstick had become smudged from all the sucking and kissing. Later, we sat together and sipped wine. "I hope you don't feel guilty, Mom?" I asked softly, as I snuggled up to her on the couch. "I don't know what I feel. It's all so new, honey," she replied. " I just didn't think I could do something like with, especially with you." "Attraction happens, Mom," I retorted sincerely. I told my mother not to feel guilt but to follow her pleasure for once. "You probably think of young woman, don't you Mom?" I asked after we sat silently. "How can you tell?" she said, surprised. "I could tell the way you looked at the young sales clerk in the store today," I replied. "It was that obvious, was it?" she asked. "Yes," I said as we both broke out laughing. "How young are the girls in your fantasies?" She didn't answer so I kissed her on the mouth, telling her it was ok to share her fantasies with me. "I like looking at young college women, Karen. I hope that doesn't shock you." "No, we all have preferences, Mom," I assured her. "Do you rent videos and watch girls? "Well, yes, I mean, not all the time, just for curiosity. You know, not to arouse me. It was just once," my mother stammered embarrassingly. I imaged her for a moment lying on the bed masturbating as she watched pornography. The thought aroused me of thinking older women liked it too. After few minutes I had my mother relax, close her eyes and put her head back. I unbuttoned her blouse and massaged her breasts. She was wearing a marooned satin bra with only a thin piece of lace connecting the two cups together. I was surprised because my mother needed a lot more support than the bra could offer. I understood why her breasts flopped so much when she walked but I guess it was her attempt at being sexy. I uncapped her breasts and both large orbs flopped nicely over her bra. Her bosom was now fully exposed to me to explore and gaze as I stared at their size and beauty. She had large brown aureoles, the size of silver dollars; her nipples were thick and fat with thin blue veins radiating in all directions. She had a nice tan line just above the crest of each breast with the skin immediately around the nipples being a soft white. Like some women, a patch of freckles spotted her chest. I lifted both breasts and bounced them in my hands. Their weight amazed me. I fingered a blue vein or two that wound their way from the tits. I felt the smooth silky skin that capped her large mammary glands. "They're beautiful Mom," I said, watching her blush, understanding for the first time why some woman can become fixated on another woman's bosom. I'd never sucked an older woman's nipple before but I knew I had to suck Ann's, fulfilling my fantasy to suck my mother's nipples again. "I've never held such big breasts like yours, Mom," I said gleefully, massaging both orbs in my hands, bouncing them up and down. "Is it going to feel funny to have one of your daughters suck them again?" "I never thought it would happen, but I'm happy it has," she whispered as she lifted one of her breasts and guided my mouth to its tit. I'll never forget how sweet it was to put her swollen nipple between my lips and draw her breast into my mouth. "Oh Karen, that feels so good" she groaned as my teeth pulled harder on her tit. "Do you like it hard, Mom?" I asked lifting my mouth from her tit. She nodded as I bit harder on the fat nipple, sucking deeper into my mouth. Soon I become very calm, not wanting to hurry or finish. I sucked the fat nipple for several minutes, almost cooing with pleasure. I'd never had such a large tit in my mouth. No matter how hard I tugged on it with my nibbling, my mother only groaned with pleasure. My tits never swelled so large and fat. I knew I was sucking special tits, the tits of a real mother. As I kissed and sucked both tits, I could see the older woman becoming aroused. "I don't think I could cum again, honey," she remarked nervously, perhaps embarrassed about enjoying lesbian sex for the first time. "Don't be ashamed about being horny. If anything, let me soothe you," I replied. As my mouth sucked on her hard fat tit and enjoying every minute of it, my hand found its way back into the dark space between her legs. I caressed her stockings and fluttered my fingers over the wet crotch of her panties. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air. Unexpected Bliss "I'm sorry, Karen, I didn't change panties. I'm still wet, aren't I?" my mother asked. "It's nothing Mom, I'm still wet too. I'd like to finger you some more, but you'll have to pull your panties aside for me, so I can keep sucking you boobs," I said with smirk on my face. She reached down and pushed her panties aside and allowing me to slide my fingers along the wet bush. I'm sure she was embarrassed, acting so brazenly to let herself be pleasured sexually. Just as I thought, another orgasm began to appear. I thrust two fingers into her pussy and in minutes she squeezed her legs together and let out a small moan of pleasure. I looked at her face as she squeezed her eyes shut and tensed her lips, making the orgasm look more like pain than pleasure. But it was pleasure I felt as I kissed again her hardened nipples leaving my streaks of saliva on each swollen tit. I licked the crest of each breast, finishing by pulling the nipples with my teeth. I felt satisfaction in helping my mother experience new pleasure with me. I continued to suck each nipple, keeping them as hard knobs. I didn't want to stop, considering the deep calmness I felt. To finish, I took each orb in my hand, running the palm of my hand along the length of each large breast and squeezing the soft flesh. I then flicked each nipple with my thumb. The tits were stiff and hard. I did this for several minutes, harder every time. I was embarrassing my mother but she twitched every time my finger struck the sensitive fleshy nub. "Oh honey, that sends shock waves through my old body," she groaned with arousal as I forcefully pinched another nipple. "Good and sensitive, aren't they?" I remarked playfully. "Yes, and they've never been so large honey. It feels so funny to have someone you love play with your breasts. No one ever did that to me before," she replied. "This is breast play, Mom, and actually it's the first time I've really enjoyed it," I said smiling, hardly containing my enjoyment. I cupped each breast in my hands, hardly believing the weight and size of each breast. The skin over the crests was creamy smooth and milky white, capped by the engorged nipples. Even her large dark aureoles seemed to have swelled since I started to play with her breasts. I knew I was embarrassing my mother, but it felt so good to play with her bosom. Moments later, I changed my position and lay my head on her lap, under her bosom, allowing her to almost nurse me as my tongue reached out and tickled one of her large fat tits again. My mother laughed as our eye met again and she put hand under my head to raise me and allow me to suck more easily. Her breasts hung down like utters with their darkened fat tits; a pair of breasts never looked so beautiful. I never felt so relaxed and comforted, like I was waiting to find my mother after all these years. No words were spoken as we both enjoyed each other's company and the intimacy of the moment. The only noise was the sound of my lips smacking the engorged tit that filled my mouth. Sometimes my teeth would bite the tit and I'd pull it into my mouth, but my hard and greedy sucking didn't bother my mother. It was the first time I felt sad about my own small bosom. I wished my breasts were as large as my mothers so I could comfort my own lovers, especially Melody who'd enjoy such prolonged breast sucking. As I lay there suckling my mother's nipple, I could imagine a college woman doing what I was doing, enjoying my mother's great maternal bosom. My own sex tingled when I thought of my mother having playmates only a third of her age. It aroused me to think of finding my mother a younger woman "to play with," to let her inhibitions be free. A great surge of lust filled my groin as I thought of my mother laying on her back in a sixty-nine position with a young freshman from college—with her pert ass in the air and her near-hairless pussy being sucked by my mother. "Would you like to make love to a college girl, Mom?" I asked. There was no judgment in my voice as my mother eyes opened widely. "Well, I don't know, I mean I'm too old. No college-aged woman would want me, the age of her mother," she replied, blushing. "Don't worry Mom, we'll find someone to help you fill your desire," I said confidently, asking if the young woman in the Melody's shop attracted her. My mother smiled wickedly at me. She then stood up and straightened her clothing—without putting her breasts back in her bra. She walked over the counter and poured both of us another glass of wine. My eyes gazed at the beauty of her as the large breasts bounced openly and nicely. The cups of the bra gave support to the matronly melons as she walked with each nipple still swollen and hard. The wetness of my salvia still shone on her large brown aureoles. I felt she was showing off as she seemed to strut back to the couch. I felt she was obviously feeling good about herself at that moment; I couldn't believe how attached I felt to this very sexy woman just then. "Can I suck you again?" I asked my mother timidly. "I didn't realize I needed it so much. I mean, it felt so good, like I was really relaxing." "I'd love it, Karen," she replied, smiling. "It felt so good to feel you suckling me." Just as we relaxed again there was a knock at the door. My sister arrived to take us to dinner. My mother hurried off to the bathroom with her breasts openly swaying from side to side. Before answering the door, I straightened my clothing, amazed at the wetness that filled my panties. It was an afternoon that began something entirely new for me. * Matron222 © Do not repost