****** Jill and Kelly by Scratch ******
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Jill and Kelly


Jill's husband left her when she was twenty-one, two months before the birth of
their daughter, Kelly. He found religion in the form of a middle-eastern man in
a sari who drove a Rolls Royce. Jill was not really crushed; she had been self-
sufficient throughout her late teens, when her father died and left her quite a
large sum of money. She decided to save and work so her child could go to
college, something she had wanted to do, but could not. She raised her child
well enough for a single mother. However, she never found any serious
companionship, and was rather neglected sensually. She reverted mostly to
fantasy and masturbation, which she performed privately as possible.

When Kelly was eleven, she began showing some interest in her body, and Jill
knew soon she would have to answer whatever questions came up. Kelly was taking
a bath one evening, when Jill came in to check on her. She found her lying in
the hot water, moving the sponge over her vagina, giggling. When she saw her
mother enter, she sat up, a little embarrassed and tried to make it look as if
she was washing herself. Jill smiled and said, "Kelly, you don't have to be
embarrassed about what you're doing. All girls do it at some time, and it's a
wonderful, personal, beautiful thing you can do. A private thing, but not
something to be ashamed of." Kelly, the outright girl she was, straightened up
and asked, "All girls do it, mom? Do you?"

The question was not what she expected, but she said, "Well, yes, honey.
Privately."

"How do you do it?" asked Kelly.

At a loss, Jill repeated, "Now, hon, that's a very private thing. I'm going to
leave now, and give you some privacy. Let me know when you're done, I need to
take a shower." Jill left the bathroom, turning once to notice her daughter
moving the sponge with increased vigor over her vulva.

Later that night, after lying on the couch for too long, Jill slumped into her
room and began getting undressed. The events of the evening had caused some
curious arousal, and she rubbed her thighs closely against each other as she
crossed the room naked. She opened the closet to retrieve her nightgown, and
saw Kelly crouching there, naked, staring at her mother's breasts and vagina.
"What are you doing out of bed?" she asked gently, without shame.

"I wanted to watch you do it," she said simply, and began to reach out towards
her mother. Before she touched Jill's thighs, Jill grabbed her by her arm and
walked her to her room. "Now, don't be silly, Kell. Put on a gown and go to
sleep."

As soon as she was in bed, Kelly's fingers plunged for her clitoris. Jill left
quickly and confusedly. She found herself restless and aroused by her
daughter's brazenness, and masturbated herself to sleep.

Some years later, when Kelly was seventeen and at a softball game, Jill, alone
in the house, felt horny and decided to play with herself. She kept a few adult
books and videos, and she had a vibrator, but her arousal was such that she
just lay on the couch with some music playing and began slowly caressing
herself over her thin spring blouse. She moved her hands over her face and
neck, stretching out as Steely Dan played on the stereo. Her hands stroked the
material over her stomach and the bottoms of her breasts. Her fingers circled
and pinched her rising nipples through the fabric of the dress. She began to
move her hips, causing the skirt to rise up above her knees. Closing her eyes,
she reached down with one hand and lowered her panties to her knees, then
reached up beneath her dress and stroked her thighs. With the other hand she
continued to stroke her breasts, licking the tips of her fingers and rubbing
the warming nipples through the fabric of the blouse. Before she realized it,
she touched her wet labia and moaned. Her fingers wandered around the edge of
her vagina, stirring up the wetness around the sensitive, inflamed lips. She
moved her body further down the couch, arching he r back as her orgasm mounted,
much faster than she expected. Her other hand left her breasts and rubbed her
clitoris, gently and teasingly at first, but not for too long, as her
excitement became too much. Jill's fingers rubbed frantically up and down
against her clit, as the other plunged three fingers in and out of her hole.
Her body went rigid as her climaxed, fluid running down both hands as she cried
as if in pain.

Her eyes still closed, she raised her fingers to her lips and licked the juices
off them, relishing the taste she had learned to enjoy the last few years. She
took a few breaths, and reached down to pull up her panties, when she noticed
something in the corner of her vision. Turning her head quickly, she saw Kelly,
standing agape, still in her uniform.

After a moment of silence, Kelly giggled and said, "We were rained out. I got a
ride from--"

Jill gathered her senses and said, "How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough, mom. I saw you..." she trailed off. They stared at each other.
Jill began to slowly pull up her panties. She was obviously confused as to how
to handle the situation. Kelly continued, "How often do you do that?"

Shocked, Jill snapped, "that's none of your business."

Kelly sat down next to her mother and said, brazenly, "I do it twice a week,
sometimes more. Mom, there's no reason to be ashamed, you taught me that.
Besides, I think you should do this. I was worried about you there."

Jill, despite herself, began wondering about her daughter masturbating. She was
befuddled and still high from the come. She looked at Kelly and saw her hand in
her crotch, rubbing back and forth. She said, "I know you don't have anyone who
loves you besides me, mom. I figure I should help you as much as you're helping
me. Mom ."

"Wh-wha--" stammered Jill, and she looked at her daughter rubbing herself.
Kelly moved her other hand towards her mother, slowly, seekingly. Before she
hand reached her breast, Jill jumped up and away, panting with confusion, fear,
and more than a little excitement. She couldn't move her mouth to say "No."
Kelly continued to look at her and frowned. "I just wanted to.... I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's just...you're my daughter. And, god, a girl," she started to sob
lightly, giving herself away, "and it's been-- so, so...long..."

Kelly continued to stroke the crotch of her uniform. "Is it because I saw you?
I watched you? Do you want to watch me?"

"Watch you?"

"Yes. Watch me. A girl, masturbate. Your daughter, mom."

She couldn't have said it, and yet she did. But Jill just stood there,
incredulous. Kelly rose, and said, "I'm going to my room. You can follow me, if
you want." She brushed past Jill and headed for the stairs. After a silent
moment, Jill followed. She was heady and breathless. The climb up the stairs
was nearly impossible.

She reached her daughter's room; the door was open. Kelly was stripping,
removing her top. She smiled when she saw her mother watching her. "C'mon in,
mom. Sit on the bed," she beckoned. Jill did.

Kelly removed her sport bra, and her small, pouty breasts appeared. Jill
thought they were beautiful. She was beginning to relax, and get excited at the
sight of her daughter's tits. Kelly lowered her pants and panties at once, and
revealed her pussy to her mother, with its light thatch of dusty brown hair.
The hair was wet and shining from her own caresses. Kelly stepped out of the
bundle on the floor, and sat down next to her mother. Wasting no time, she dove
straight for her pussy, rubbing it with both hands, plunging her fingers
inside. Her mother gave into her desire, and leaned over t o lick her
daughter's breasts. Kelly squealed and convulsed, then lay back. "Why--did you
come so quickly?" wondered Jill out loud.

"I was thinking about you playing with yourself, mom. I couldn't hold back.
Could I..." she reached her hand under her mother's dress and teased her lips
under the soaked fabric of her panties. Jill groaned and felt at the hem of her
blouse with two confused hands. Leaning back against the brass headrest of the
bed, Jill opened her legs and closed her eyes. She felt her panties being
stripped away from her sex, and looked down to see her daughter's head
disappear beneath the blue skirt of her blouse. As her daughter licked her,
Jill moaned and lowered her blouse off her shoulders so her breasts were
revealed. "Honey, kiss me," she cried. Kelly climbed up on her mother's prone
body, mashing her coated lips into her mother's. Their tongues met in their
warm mouths. Kelly's groin mashed into her mother's and ground their pelvic
bones together. Jill pressed her thigh against her daughter's crotch, and her
daughter did the same. Their breasts rubbed against each other. Jill reached
down and snuck her hand in among the stickiness around their clashing thighs.
Their mouths kissed, sucked and bit each other's necks and faces. Kelly felt
her mother moving faster against her lower parts, and increased her pressure to
her mother's rhythms. Jill came tremendously, and used her hand to rub her
daughter to her climax. It came. The two of them lay embraced for a while,
drifting into and out of a light doze.

Jill woke up to feel Kelly rubbing her hips and legs. She said, "Honey, c'mon.
Let's go to my room."

Jill told Kelly to lie down on her bed, then went to a drawer and took out a
long, phallic vibrator. It was make from silicon, which warmed to the touch.
"Have you ever used one of these?" she asked Kelly.

Her daughter answered, "No, but I sometimes use the shower massager."

Jill smiled slyly and lay down next to her daughter. She was still swimming in
the delicious feelings of having her body stirred by another person, not her
own self, that she didn't question the incest involved. All she wanted was for
the night to never end, for there never to be a time when she had to stop and
examine what she was doing. To live without consequences.

She turned on the vibrator and it hummed softly. She kissed her daughter
sensuously, caressing Kelly's nipple with the vibrator. Kelly began to moan and
rub her thighs together. Jill moved the long vibrator down Kelly's stomach to
her navel. Then, lower, to her clitoris. Concentrating the vibrations there,
the climax came quickly and sweetly, but Jill left the vibrator in place. She
sat up and watched. Watched her daughter writhe, eyes closed, beneath the
merciless massage on her clitoris. Kelly came three or four times, enjoying her
complete helplessness to the ministrations. Kelly cried out, "Oh, fuck me,
mother, fuck me." Kelly tried to adjust her body to allow the vibrator to enter
her. Jill, wild with desire, moved atop her daughter and maneuvered the
throbbing device into Kelly's slit, then moved the other end into her own. Jill
rode her daughter, crushing the now fully engorged vibrator between the two
bodies. Their lower parts became one complimentary movement, forcing the
vibrations back and forth between their centers. They left their hips to move
without thought, only relishing the sensations they caused. Jill looked deep
into Kelly's eyes; Kelly seemed lost to the pleasure she was feeling.
Occasionally, Kelly's tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked around and
inside her mother's parted lips. The tension mounted, rose and broke again and
again for the two, each time their movements becoming less frenzied and more
languid. Eventually, Jill reached between them and removed the coated silicone
vibrator, dropping it on the floor beside them. It was very late, and Kelly and
Jill caressed each other lightly, sleepily, until they drifted off, Kelly still
naked atop her mother.

Jill woke early the next morning to the sound of Kelly showering. It was a
weekday, and Kelly had to be driven to the private high school she attended.
Jill had the day off, so she was in no rush to get up. She would just pull on
some old gown and drive Jill to school when she was ready.

All at once, the events of the last night began to haunt her. What in hell had
she done? This certainly couldn't have been a healthy thing for a daughter and
mother to do. Incest is destructive and alienating. But, at the same time, Jill
could not deny her true, deep attraction for her daughter now that it had been
revealed to herself. What was she going to do? How would Kelly, always the
independent sort, react to a mother who had suddenly become a lover? Was there
any proper reaction?

The sound of the shower stopped. She heard Kelly walk from the bathroom to her
bedroom. Jill knew the routine Kelly went through every morning; she had helped
her ever since she had started at the private school in fourth grade. First,
lay out a fresh white blouse and the blue plaid dress of the school uniform.
Jill heard the dresser drawer open and close as Kelly picked out fresh
underwear. Jill could not help but picture her daughter pulling the brief
cotton panties up her long legs. The small bra being buckled in back. Jill
began to rub her thighs together, picturing her daughter getting dressed. The
uniform Kelly wore had always embarrassed her, but Jill thought it was very
cute. Lately, Kelly had begun to outgrow it, but there was nothing else she
could wear to school without getting suspended.

Before she knew it, Jill had risen and walked, naked, down the hall to Kelly's
room. She walked in. Kelly was in her underwear, holding her dress in one hand.
Jill said, "Honey, I've come to help you dress."

Kelly replied, "Uh, mom, I can dress myself..." she too seemed uncomfortable.
But she was still the braver of the two. "If you want to help, though...okay."

Jill stepped forward and took the dress from her daughter. She walked around,
behind Kelly, standing very close. Kelly could feel her mother's breath on the
back of her neck. In her ear, Jill whispered, "Now, honey, step up into the
dress."

Kelly lifted her left leg. Jill knelt down, brushing her body against Kelly's
bare back. She moved the dress so that one of Kelly's legs went into the top.
"Now the other." Kelly put down one leg and raised up her other. Jill held onto
the knee, while moving it into the dress as well. As Kelly lowered the leg,
Jill's hands remained on her leg, caressing as the knee and thigh went by. Jill
slowly moved the fabric up the body of her daughter, moving her hands along her
hips as she did. Once the dress was high enough, Jill smoothed out the material
in front and back.

Standing up again, Jill retrieved Kelly's blouse from the bed. Stepping behind
her, Jill held Kelly's arm. She moved the blouse so that the sleeve would
accept Kelly's arm. Kelly was having trouble standing still. As the other arm
went into the shirt, Kelly began shifting her weight from one leg to the other,
but she dared not move.

Jill moved closer to her daughter and reached around to button up the blouse.
Kelly could feel her mother's breasts against her shoulder blades, their
nipples warm, poking insistently. Jill moved her hands over the shirt front,
finding the buttons and buttonholes by touch. When she reached the second
button, Kelly began to breathe heavily. Jill somehow had a lot of trouble
locating the third button and buttonhole. She did a lot of fumbling around
before the blouse was loosely fixed over her daughter's brassiere. Moving down,
but keeping her bare body against her daughter's, she worked her way down to
the lowest button. She fixed it quickly. Then, to Kelly's delight, she started
from the back and tucked the blouse into Kelly's dress. She was being very
thorough, so she would not wrinkle the fabric. From the back, all around to the
front, Jill's hands moved the blouse underneath the plaid dress, being sure to
smooth out the material. Kelly was moaning and very jumpy by the time she
finished.

Next, Jill picked up the navy blue blazer. Moving around to the front, she very
deftly covered Kelly's blouse with it, being careful to touch her as little as
possible. It was getting hard for Kelly to stand still. Jill put her hand on
Kelly's chest and lightly pushed her back on her bed. Kneeling down, Jill took
the knee-high white socks and rolled them down. She placed Kelly's left foot in
the sock, and slowly rolled it up her shin, slightly over her knee. Kelly
softly cried out. Jill ignored her and took the other sock. Repeating the
process, she let her hand continue beyond her daughter's right knee, halfway up
her thigh before stopping. She looked up. Kelly's legs were parted slightly,
and she could see a wisp of cotton. It was beginning to become dampened. Jill
licked her lips and hoped Kelly wouldn't stain herself.

Rising, Jill told Kelly to stand. She looked at her beautiful daughter. The
blouse was flimsy, and Jill could make out the outline of Kelly's excited
nipples. The knee-length socks were rather childish and short on her long,
muscular legs. The dress went barely down to the middle of her calves. She was
standing with her legs parted, the skirt falling around her legs, open wide.
Kelly didn't know what to do with her hands; they were rubbing her stomach.
"Kelly, you look so very beautiful. Come, give me a kiss."

Kelly stepped forward, and put her arms around her naked mother. She looked at
her face for one long instant, then plunged her lips to Jill's. Kelly's hands
moved over Jill's bare back, over her neck and in her hair. Jill stroked
Kelly's spine, and moved down to her dress. The kiss became more intense as
Kelly pushed herself closer to her mother. Jill's hand went beneath Kelly's
skirt and began to caress her rounded ass over the panties. Her leg found its
way in between Kelly's, and Kelly pushed forward on it. Lips opening, tongues
circling each other, now, Kelly began to moan deep in her throat. The
restrictive cotton holding back her breasts and vagina became a hindrance and a
pleasure giver. Jill continued to lightly caress Kelly's ass and thighs, never
touching her in front. Kelly's breasts mashed into her mother's, and Kelly's
hips madly swung back and forth over Jill's thigh. Suddenly, Kelly let out a
cry and crushed her mother to her. Kelly's legs, locked around Jill's thigh,
spasmed and tightened. The kiss ended wearily, as Kelly stepped away. She
straightened her blouse and her dress. Panting, she removed her damp panties
and left them on the floor. She made no move to get new ones. Jill looked
longingly at her daughter, and said, "Now, get your shoes on. I'll slip into
something and drive to you school." Nodding, breathless, Kelly moved past her
mother and headed downstairs. Jill turned and headed back to her room, lightly
caressing her breasts.

Twenty minutes later, Jill and Kelly arrived at the school. Jill turned to her
daughter and said, "Have a good day at school, my love." Kelly simply leaned
over and kissed her mother, longer than normally, on the lips. Her hand snaked
briefly between her mother's legs. She then took her books and got out of the
car.

Jill watched her daughter as she jogged to the building, her little skirt being
tossed by her long strides, revealing the backs of her white thighs. Jill sat
there for a minute, staring at the closed doors Kelly had disappeared through.
Then she put her car into gear and drove home, in silence.

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