Monday, February 4, 2013

I lost virginity with stepmom SeXStoRY

my name is Trish (not real obviously) and I have been reading lots of stories on various pages of late. Most of them are really exciting and some are quite different. If half of them are true, some of you are leading extraordinary lives - I guess that mine is a little out of the norm as well. What I have wanted to write about for quite some time now, and am finally legally old enough to do so (at least from a socially set "norm" perspective) is a true story about the lead up to and the first time that I ever made love. That's pretty normal you might say. Well it is, but who it was, is the "out of the norm" part of my life. My first, and as yet only sexual partner has been my mother. I have long since rationalised that it is not the normal way of lesbian relationships, but I believe that having mum as my lover, has no real bearing on any other part of my life. I have been in love with her since before we made love and I can't see a way of being in love with anyone else. In fact I doubt whether I would have felt comfortable with anyone else. I want to tell you how it happened and let you know what an amazing experience it was. It happened just over five years ago just before I turned 13. Dad had left 3 years earlier with another woman. I would not have left with dad for all the money in the world, because he was a really harsh man, who treated mom and me (as their only c***d) really badly. In the end I am really happy and to this day, don't maintain contact with him. I'm still living with mom now - only we live as a lesbian couple in a different city - where no-one else knows that we are mother and daughter. Anyway I need to get on with how it happened........ Mom, who was 28 at the time dad left, had always been open and answered my questions honestly, especially about what had happened with him and their relationship. Mum told me that, not only did he treat her badly, he had also lost interest in her and had found a younger woman and that he would probably be happier with his new partner, than he ever was with mum. She also told me to expect that he would not want to make contact with me for some time, as he hadn't told his new partner about Mum or I. Mom and I were best friends, we would, and continue to, tell each other everything. I was never afraid to go to Mom with any question or any problem, no matter how silly or embarrassing I thought it was - even ones of a sexual nature - and I had a few of those. I was pretty curious and Mom was always straight with me. Mum has always been a freelance journalist, preferring to work from home, specialising in social anthropology. She has always done pretty well, so we never really struggled too much for anything after dad left. I had to wait for most things, but I got them and I think that mum's philosophy was good for me and taught me how to wait for the good things in life - like my own computer. We lived in a good, quiet neighborhood and this only added to the palatability of mum's frequent overnight trips away, for research and interviews. These weren't a problem when dad was around, but mum always felt guilty about them after he left. I kept telling her that it was OK, I was responsible, our house had good locks and besides - I was ten - or eleven - or twelve - or thirteen. She trusted the area, and me, but she always rang at once per night and once in the morning, whenever she was away. After all, I was mature but I was only a young woman. I was one of those early bloomers, had had my first period by 11 and was pretty much developed by 12 - with just a few inches to go on my chest. I had also kissed a couple of boys - at their behest mind - but never really got the zing or pang, or whatever a girl is supposed to get from kissing a boy/guy. Yes I was young and yes they and I were inexperienced and clumsy, mum told me. When I asked if I was gay because I didn't get all hot and sweaty when they kissed me, she said that she thought it was too early to tell. So, being of an A type personality, I started to read as much as I could on both subjects - because, after all, this would shape a large part of my life. It was about that time that I really became aware of my body and started to explore it and might I say, had a lot of fun doing it. I also managed to "obtain" one of those rated 'R' magazines that they sell in corner stores and news agencies, when I put inside a paper. The magazine was one of those typical low grade ones that had some written stories and showed pictures of both hetro and lesbian sex - I was fascinated. I wrote about everything, and I mean everything - recording it all in an electronic diary on my computer. That's where all of my fantasies went - and you can imagine there were some pretty weird ones and some straight laced ones. Reading back over my diary, I realise now that there was a steady, but gradual, shift first from hetro fantasies, to ones of lesbian sex. I had started by checking out boys. I'd watch people, mostly of my own age, but also good looking men older than me. I started to realise that my tendencies weren't towards men but towards women and I started to pay particular attention at places like school showers and at the pool and pool showers. Gradually my fantasies turned completely towards women - some my age, some mum's age. This went on until I was about 12 and a half. That's when I had my first girl/girl encounter. It happened at school one day after the last class, Physical Education. Another girl and I, Melanie, were misbehaving and were told that we were to stay behind after school to put all of the equipment away and sweep the gym floor. I didn't really know Melanie, as she mixed with a different group of girls, but she was very good looking and when I realised that we'd be alone, I planned to take every opportunity to check her out. I was aiming to get some very good material for some girl/girl fantasies. This was Melanie's last day at the school, as her f****y was moving interstate a couple of days later So I thought that I could look all I liked and it wouldn't matter if she caught me, because she wouldn't be able to tell anyone at the school, thereby damaging my pristine reputation. When we had almost finished sweeping the floors, Mrs Clayfield (the rather too large PE teacher) said that she had to leave and told us to have a shower and lock the door on our way out. We finished sweeping and moved into the change rooms to get undressed for the shower. I took my time undressing and took every opportunity to check out Melanie. She had a very good body, with breasts that were a little bit bigger than mine and she had a slightly curvier figure - I was impressed. So impressed in fact that, I got a little distracted and she caught me staring. When I looked up, she was looking directly in my eyes and had a big grin on her face. Regardless that she couldn't tell anyone that I caught her, I still blushed crimson red. Melanie's grin widened and she asked me, bold as brass, "See anything you like?" I blushed even more and mumbled a response that included a sorry or two and a weekly mumbled yes. All Melanie did was turn and start to walk towards the showers. All I could think as I stood, was "nice ass". After entering the shower room, we started showers in adjoining cubicles. I was both embarrassed, but very excited at the same time. I was just rinsing the shampoo from my hair, when Melanie lightly tapped me on the shoulder. I squealed and spun around and this caused her to squeal as well. We giggled for a couple of seconds, when I noticed that Melanie was naked and standing right in front of me. My mouth dropped open a little and I looked at her. She was smiling as my eyes fell to her breasts and then down over her belly to her pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed and laid flat against her pubic area, because she was wet. Her hair was also flat against her head and neck and beads of water were dripping down her body. I thought that she looked stunning and was completely mesmerised. I felt myself become aroused and start to get wet between my legs. I started to fantasize about Melanie and I doing all sorts of things. All of a sudden, I snapped back to reality and looked up at her. She smiled again - but I couldn't say anything, I was too excited. Melanie, looked at me, held her soap out and said, "Could you wash my back please?" With more confidence that I felt I said "sure, as long as you wash mine." Melanie smiled and said "I'd love to." Melanie turned around and moved back towards me a little to get a bit of water on her back. I moved to one side and gently reached up with my left hand to part her hair at the back and push it over the front of her shoulders. I started to slowly wash Melanie's back from the shoulders down, enjoying the feeling of her smooth feminine skin under my hands. I moved towards her to make light contact with the left hand side of her body. Zing, Pang, Bang - the light contact of my body, shoulder, side of my left breast, tummy and hip, against her left hand side, was so profoundly exciting that was like and electric shock. My nipples became fully erect and I could feel myself get even more wet between my legs. It must have taken me about five minutes to get to the small of her back - now what do I do, I thought. Melanie removed any doubt about what I should do, as she bent forward, only slightly, making her buttocks much more accessible to me. I started to wash her buttocks with slow, large round circles. I bent slightly in the opposite direction to Melanie, keeping the contact between us from the hip on down, and started to use both hands on her soaped up cheeks. As I was doing this, Melanie let out a very soft low moan. I took this as a positive signal and moved my hands towards her upper legs. She started to move her left leg slightly and, on instinct, I moved closer and at the same time slightly parted my legs, allowing her left leg to move between mine. I bend a little further over and started to move my hands down, towards her crouch. All the while I was running on pure instinct and fantasies that I had constructed for myself. As I got to the top of her legs, Melanie shuddered and she stood up, turned around and we looked into each others eyes. She had a look of surprise and . . something else in there. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, and all of a sudden I thought " you idiot, you've gone to far, she's going to scream blue murder and I'm going to get in all sorts of trouble. I blushed and said, in a shaky voice, "Sorry . . I'm really sorry." That's when Melanie's face changed. She took a step towards me and lifted her hands, gently taking my face in them and, looking me straight in the eyes, said "Oh Trish, you have nothing to be sorry about. That was the best back wash I've ever had." Then she leaned in and lightly kissed me once on the lips. Zing, Pang, Bang - only bigger this time. Melanie, seeing that I wasn't going to back away, moved in towards me again, kissing me more fully this time. And this time I responded, with equal pressure. WOW, how soft another women's lips are, compared to those of boys. My nipples got so erect that I could feel them physically hurting me. It was like they wanted to burst out the front of my breasts. Again on instinct, still kissing Melanie, I lifted my hands to her upper arms and slid them over the top of her shoulders and down her back. I stopped when I got about mid way down her back and, as I moaned with my lips against hers, I gently pulled her towards me. It was at that point that we both simultaneously opened our mouths and, tentatively at first, touched tongue to tongue. We both moaned and as we did, the full front of our bodies came into contact. I could feel her breasts touch mine and our stomachs touch and I could feel her pubic bone rub against mine. We both moaned again and pulled each other close, now kissing as passionately as we knew how. Out tongues were frantic against each others and we started to move our bodies against each other. Melanie put her arms over my shoulders and hugged me tighter - our breasts were mashed together. I moved my hands down to her hips and pulled hard, and could feel my pubic bone touch hers. I became desperate for this feeling to continue and reached around further to grab her ass cheeks and pull her to me. As I did that Melanie broke contact with my lips, let out a loud moan and moved her hands straight to my ass to do the same. I looked down and was just about to reach up and take my feel my first breast, when we both heard a banging on the door to the girls change room. We froze. I yelled out the standard response to women present in the room "Girls changing room occupied." That's when we both heard the vice principles voice, "Girls, Mrs Clayfield told me that she had to go and said that you should be finished before I completed my nightly check. Melanie Sanderson, your mother is waiting to pick you up in the school parking lot, so I suggest that you both get a move on and get home. You have three minutes girls!" We both yelled our compliance and not wanting to let go of Melanie, I reached back around behind me to turn the shower off. As I did it, I felt a pair of lips on my right nipple - ZING, PANG, BANG. I stifled a moan and brought my hands to her head, forcing her further onto me. WOW WOW WOW!!!, it felt so incredibly good. But I didn't want to miss out, so I reached around and gently took one of Melanies breasts in my right hand. How different is was and how soft. More banging on the door and this brought Melanie off my nipple in fright. She started to turn and move away to get dry, but I held onto her. She looked back at me I said "I want a turn at that." She smiled and taking one of her breasts in her hand, she said "Feel free." This is something that I had been thinking about doing and I slowly lowered my head and as I approached her breast, slightly opened my mouth. Out through that came my tongue and I lightly touched the very tip of Melanie's nipple. I ran my tongue around it as I continued to move my face towards her breast. I opened my mouth and took as much of her breast into it as I could. This brought a moan from Melanie and, as I had done, she moved her hands to the back of my head, forcing me further onto her breast. BANG, BANG, BANG, "Last Warning Girls - Get out of the shower and get home!" We were both shocked into action at that one and quickly moved to get dressed. As we were getting dressed, I said to Melanie, "I just want you to know that this is the first time I've done anything like this before. I have been thinking about it for a while and hadn't intended on doing anything else other than check you out today, and with you leaving I thought that it would be OK, even if you caught me. But now I wish that you weren't going, because there's so much more that I want us to do." Melanie just smiled and, not knowing her at all well, I wasn't really prepared for her reply. She said, "I've been checking you out for weeks and when I saw that you were going to get in trouble during class, I though I'd try that too, so I could get you alone and get you into the shower. But I wouldn't be taking it any further - you are not my type and I wouldn't even talk to you outside, so there wouldn't have been any chance for you to "try anything else" with me." With that she walked out and I was never to see her again. In many ways I wasn't surprised, because we hadn't mixed before; but I was also heart broken and pretty much cried all the way home. When I got home I went straight to my room and Mum came in asking if I was OK. All I could do was cry. She asked me if I had been hurt and if I was OK, with such a loving tone in her voice, all I could do was to reach up a hug her. After I'd settled down some, I told her that I had kissed another girl and had liked it. I outlined the situation with Melanie and how, in the end, I had been immediately dumped. Mum was really good about it and said that she had also tried it at my age - now that shocked me into consciousness. Mum said that I shouldn't be disappointed and that there were lots of mean hearted people out there. She said that something similar had happened to her a number of times and that it was one of the hardest things to get used to. She also said that I should learn from it and, in response to my questions, said again that it might still be too early to tell if I was a lesbian or not. I'll always remember that mum was so gentle and understanding with me that night. When she had finally been able to settle me down, she told me how proud she was of me. I looked questioningly at her and she replied that she was proud because I hadn't been mean, that I had been brave enough to seek out what I felt I wanted and because I felt confident enough to tell her about it straight away. We hugged and mum hustled me off to bed and then left. I had so many questions swimming about in my head after she left and I found that I couldn't sl**p. I had to sort this mess out in my own head first. That night I wrote about ten pages in my diary, describing what Melanie and I got up to and what I was feeling before, during and after. Over the next week or so I rationalised that it wasn't my fault and I confirmed that I had really enjoyed the experience with Melanie. I wrote that I felt that I was indeed a lesbian. It all went into the diary on my computer, including all of the questions that arose from my realisation. For the next couple of weeks, everything was OK, I was back into school and my friends, none of which I had any sexual feelings for, but took great enjoyment in stealing fleeting glances at during time of nakedness or semi-nakedness. I pretty much continued to bumble along - until one of Mum's trips away. Mum was actually going away for two nights on this one trip - over a weekend though - up into the hills to conduct some research and interviews inside a particular group of religious nuts (at least I thought they were). She had been commissioned to complete an article by the group as part of a publicity campaign, after some bad press. As she was getting ready, she gave me the password and access details of her email account and she asked me to check for a particular email from the group, providing final details of where she was to meet them. I was supposed to check every half an hour until it arrived and then call her on her mobile, but definitely before seven in the evening, before she went out of mobile range. I must have had to promise her a hundred times that I wouldn't misbehave and that I would not go out past dark, and mum told me that she would call me at about eight each night to make sure and once during the day. I don't think that she was really worried, but this was the first time that she had left me for two nights. Mum kissed my forehead as she rushed out the door. I checked her email every half hour as I was told and rang her at about six to give her the final meeting place details. I was just about to close down mum's computer, when I thought that I'd have a bit of a snoop around. I was doing a bit of surfing of some of mum's favourite sites, when I discovered, way down in a directory path, some links to some porn sites. That wasn't to hard to understand because Mom had been alone for the last three years plus, without going out on more than a couple of dates - none of which lasted past the first. Perhaps they were just to placate persistent guys, but they never went past the first date. What shocked me, however, was that they were off the beat lesbian sites. I had found my way around net-nanny and had surfed a bit, but I'd never seen anything like these before. A couple were harmless teen sex sites, but then about another three or four were teen/adult sites. I had been surfing around these for about an hour, downloading as many images and stories as I could find. The images were making me REALLY horny and I started to play with myself. I'd never had any problem achieving an orgasm - for me that has never been a problem - and I was on about my third, when the Lotus Notes new mail window came up. Just as I was about to click to open the mail, the phone rang. I looked over at the clock as I was about to answer the phone and with a smile, picked it up and said, "Hello Mum". Mum laughed and said, "How did you know that it was me." Laughing, I said, "Who else would ring right on eight o'clock?" We talked for a couple of minutes and mum asked what I was doing. I told her that I was about to head off to bed as I was quite tired. She asked if I'd turned her computer off, because there was some stuff there that was personal and, lying, I said yes (I was having to much fun surfing all of mum's sites). She said Ok and we ended the call. It wasn't until just after I hung up the phone that it occurred to me that mum might have done what I was going now - down load some stories etc. I went back over to the computer and the new mail window was still in the front. I clicked on the open mail button and up popped a message from a Bev that was quite difficult to understand. She had obviously been talking to mum about the subject for some time and she wrote as though they were talking in the same room at the time - kind of in veiled speach. All I could decipher was that Bev had sent mum something and was glad that she had hidden it well, but wanted to know what she thought of it. This had me curious and I went in search inside mum's mail folders for other emails from this Bev character. But I couldn't find any and eventually lost interest. Instead I went in search of any downloaded stuff that mum may have had from the sites. I basically ravaged her computer and it wasn't until the end of a .doc and .zip search within explorer, that I found the jackpot. Way down in a false trail of folders, was a directory that contained about 300 images and one word file. I started at the top of the images and couldn't believe what I saw. They were all lesbian images. There were only a few tame ones, but most of them were of mid teens/adults. They were in all sorts of scenarios and positions, but all were lesbian images. Towards the end there were a group of images that were just ZZ01.jpg etc etc. These ones really opened my eyes, because these images were of girls my own age in lesbian acts with women of mum's age. I decided to burn the whole directory to CD and copying mum's login and internet passwords and the location of the hidden directory, I closed mum's computer and left her office. I went straight to my bedroom and started my computer, loading the CD immediately. I had another slower look through the images and some were of things that I hadn't even thought of before - like all different sizes and shapes of dildos, threesomes and even a few fisting shots. I was as horny as hell and couldn't stop playing with myself. My favourites were the ones of girls of my own age, with women of mum's age. It was about ten o'clock by the time I was finally able to look away from the images. That's when I first looked at the single word file - the file that would change my life forever. No wonder there were no more emails from Bev in mum's machine, she had obviously cut and paste all of them into this word document - which was almost one meg in size - to hide the content from a snooping me. It started with a few emails from some other women, and I only recognised one name from the four or five that appeared. It looked to me as though mum had been referred down a chain - until finally Bev's name appeared. These weren't ordinary emails, they were exploring a subject that I hadn't even considered - lesbian i****t. When I first saw it in about the second of third email, I was completely shocked, and the issue wasn't discussed in any great detail - instead the emails just skirted around the subject and asked what, at first glance appeared to be lame questions. But this changed as the emails went along and by the fifteenth or so, when Bev's name first appeared, it was the only topic discussed. What had happened in those emails, was that somehow mum had found a network of women who were having sexual relationships with their daughters or mothers. That's when it hit me - Does mum want to take me as a sexual partner? For some reason, the idea didn't repulse me at all, in fact I was flattered, especially given some of the things that mum had written in her emails about me - how pretty I was, describing me and my body and how much she loved me as a mother, but that she felt that she wanted more - WOW! That's about the point where Bev's emails started, which by the dates had been about four months ago. I read on. The first ten or so of Bev's emails were asking mum a whole lot of questions, even things like bank account details and about various forms of ID. Bev explained that this was both a test and a way to ensure that the group that mum was potentially about to enter, would not be compromised. Mum had apparently been quite forthcoming and complied with all requests, providing any and all information required and answering any questions that she was asked. Overall the stuff in there really opened my eyes to how serious mum was about this. Towards the end of the document, which took me about two hours to read and digest (as much as I could at that time of night) Bev asked mum to explain in detail, why she thought that mum and I would make an ideal partnership. Mum's response was a bombshell and it cemented all of the ideas that had been forming in my head. She described that she had had several lesbian experiences, as recently as a couple of weeks ago (whilst she was on one of trips), but that all of her fantasies were of her and I. She then went on to list all of the reasons she had for us to become lovers. The way she described why she wanted me, how much she wanted us to be together as lovers and why she was in love with me (more than just as a mother), brought tears to my eyes. My heart almost burst with the love I felt for mum after reading that - I couldn't believe that my own mother wanted me to become her lover. What Bev wrote next really got me excited. She said that she was prepared to guide mum to the point of seducing me, if that's what she wanted - but that she would have to be the one that made the move. She also asked mum why she thought that I was inclined towards girls. Mum wrote about what I had told her of Melanie and how I said that I thought that I was a lesbian. She said that she had cuddled me too her that night and wanted to do nothing but take the pain away and that she wanted to replace it with the love she felt for me and to make love to me to make me forget the pain. Bev cautioned Mum about moving too fast and said that this had to be done slowly. The second last group of emails in the file between Bev and mum were just 4 days before she left. In it Bev said that she felt confident that Mum could do it and cautioned again that it could not be rushed. Bev suggested that the first thing that Mum should do was to increase the level of sexuality in the house. She suggested that Mum appear in front of me in progressively less clothing, in more sexual clothing and really use her feminine charms to move and position herself in a more sexual manner. Bev suggested that Mum start with things like walking from the shower to her room semi naked, allowing her dressing robes to reveal more and more and that she wear tight and sexy clothing whenever possible. She said that Mum should start slowly and increase the level of sexuality over about a month or so. She said that Mum should observe how I reacted and talk to her about it and she would attempt to help. She said that she would be able to offer suggestions that had worked for others, but that Mum may have to adapt them to how she seduced me. This was too much. I couldn't help myself, I started to play with myself and thought of doing all of the things that I could with another woman - with my mother. It only took me about two minutes to cum and it was the best orgasm I had ever had up to that point. With that thought I fell asl**p and dreamt. I dreamt of mum and I, of mum and I in an embrace and of us making love. The dreams were soft and loving and supportive and sweet and gentle. When I woke up the next morning, it was to the phone beside my bed. I looked at my clock and it was ten thirty. It was a friend asking if I wanted to go to the pool or to the movies. Lying, I said that I didn't feel well and that I'd just stay home and sl**p some more. I lay on the bed for a minute thinking about everything that I had discovered and read and thought about yesterday. It was one of those moments that you feel that you are going to be overwhelmed with the volume of information. I thought about all the images that Mum had downloaded and how they affected me, getting me really hot just thinking about them. I thought of the word file with all of the cut and paste emails in it and particularly of the lovely kind and gentle words that my own mother had written to a complete stranger about me and the fact that my own mother wanted a relationship with me. This started to get me horny, just thinking about Mum. I tried to remember the times I had seen her naked, or in a position that could be taken sexually, like bent over in tight shorts or something. I started to touch myself. I took both nipples between my fingers and started to massage them. I thought about the shower with Melanie, only this time with mum's face. I was getting really hot and I moved my right hand down to my pussy, gently rubbing my middle finger the entire length of my slit. I could feel my pussy juices starting to flow and, as they spread to my finger, I felt my labia swell. Then my finger came into contact with my clit and it sent a shiver down my spine to my toes. I was thinking about mum taking my nipples in her mouth, when I had my first shattering orgasm. Wave after wave of complete pleasure washed over me and I was moaning so loudly that I was almost screaming. I was thinking about mum licking my pussy, when I first inserted a finger into my pussy. I got as far as mum inserting one of her fingers as I inserted a second of mine, before my second orgasm. And a few minutes later, at the point of my third orgasm, I was thinking about me licking mum's pussy. At that point I collapsed and must have lain there for at least 20 minutes before I could move again. When I could, I noticed that my computer was still on and that the word file was still open. WOW, I must have fallen asl**p as soon as I had had the orgasm last night. I got up and went and sat down, naked, at my desk and continued to read the last couple of emails that had been in the file to date. The first one was from Mum to Bev, asking how she got through the lonely nights before Bev had seduced her daughter. Bev's reply was to send a couple of magazines and a advise that mum also buy a dildo. Bev wrote that mum should hide them really well, because they were very descriptive and if I found them, it could well ruin everything. The last email was a reply to Bev from Mum to say that she had received the magazines, hiding them safely under the bottom draw of her dressing table, in the enclosed space between the bottom draw and the floor, and that she had purchased another dildo and hidden both of them there as well. I couldn't believe my luck and seeing that the date was the day that Mum left, I almost knew that Mum wouldn't have had the time, nor the need, to hide them anywhere better. I had to check these out. I found everything in a plastic bag, just where Mum said it would be. It felt funny doing this, and I guess that, at thirteen, I felt like it was spying or stealing. But that only served to heighten my level of excitement. So I tool the bag and its contents back to my room. My heart was going about a hundred miles and hour until I remembered that Mum wouldn't be home until tomorrow. But I still couldn't relax as I opened the bag looking in to see what was in there. I saw the spines of three magazines a box and what had to be a dildo. I removed the box and the dildo. It was the box that I examined first. The dildo was still in its there and the box still had the tape to seal it. Looking at it, it had one long penis shaped plastic shaft and one short one with a curl at the end. Turning the box over I read that the 7 inch vibrating dildo was life like, that the little one was for rubbing against the clit and that it came with batteries. I couldn't believe it and I turned it back over and stared at it in disbelief. The dildo that was out of its box and was a little smaller. It was a little less life like than the new one and was about 6 inches long. At the base it had a large bulbous shape. It felt funny and I sensed a funny smell - one that I would latter recognise as latex. I took it in one hand and squeezed it. It was soft on the outside, but had a hard core. I lifted it up to my face and smelled it. The funny smell was stronger, but there was also another smell, not unlike that of my pussy when I had been sweating or when I was masturbating. I wondered whether this could be the faint smell of Mum's pussy, left over on the dildo and it started to get me horny. Remembering the photos that Mum had downloaded, I opened a few on my computer, to refamiliarise myself with what these things were used for. In one of the first ones, there was a young teenager with it in her mouth. I tried it, and although I couldn't get much more than 4 inches into my mouth, I though that this is what it must be like to take a guy's penis in my mouth. I didn't really enjoy that feeling, so I removed it and kept looking through the photos on the CD I'd burnt. The next one that I stopped at had one teenager inserting a dildo into another teenager's pussy. This was something that I got excited about and as I flicked through a series of about 20 photos of the same two, the dildo was photographed further and further into each girls pussy. I felt myself get more and more wet and moved the dildo down to my own pussy. I rubbed it up and down my slit, turning it around and around, until the tip and about half the shaft was wet with my juices. It was then that I wondered what it would taste like and bringing the dildo up to my lips, licked it. It tasted nothing like anything else I had ever tasted before - but it was strangely very good. I rubbed the dildo around my pussy some more and did it again, liking it even more. Then I took it into my mouth, licking all of the juice off - now this I could do to a dildo with someone else's juice on it. Lowering the dildo again I placed the tip at the entrance to my pussy and gently started to push. At first I thought that I was never going to get it in. I was really nervous, until I looked at my computer again and saw the looks of ecstasy on the faces of the girls in the photos. I was then able to relax and was thinking about this being done to me, when I felt my pussy relax enough to let the head slide in. PING, BANG, BONG - WOW was this ever incredible! I couldn't believe how good it felt and as I gently pushed it in and out, I thought of Mum, doing the same thing to herself. I had gotten about three to four inches of the dildo into me, when I struck my hymen. At first I was shocked into thinking that I'd hurt myself and I panicked a bit. Then I realised what I'd done and just enjoyed the feeling of this huge (or so I thought) dildo filling me to the brim and bouncing off my hymen. My fingers started to get a little slippery with my own juices and as I attempted to get a better grip, my hand slipped. I panicked and grabbed the dildo right at the end, just as it started to slip out. Whilst I was enjoying it, I remembered the magazines that I had emptied onto the bed and I moved over to sit on the bed, licking my juice from the dildo like melting ice cream from a cone. I sat down on the bed and picked up the first magazine. It had a plain cover on it, and the only thing that gave away the contents was the fairly obscure title - "Mothers and Their Daughters". No pictures or anything on the cover, so I opened the cover. Inside was very different and there was a note from the Editor, "To all the loving mothers and daughters out there, this, our 25th issue, is the best yet. There have been many success stories in the last months since issue 24 and for those new to the distribution, inside are a number of pictorials of those and other success stories. In the months to come we have a number of mothers and daughters attempting what can be a difficult, but incredibly satisfying and pleasurable, transition to a relationship between mother and daughter, like no other. To all of those women, we wish you well and we wish success and eternal happiness." Nice message, I thought. Then I looked at the name at the bottom of the Editor's note and saw that it was Bev. This was obviously the same Bev as Mum had been corresponding with. It was then that I first started to realise that perhaps I had these feelings for mum. But perhaps the feelings I was having were just the excitement of the moment and of the writings, stories and pictures that I had emersed myself in. I remember thinking that I needed to take my time with the sheer volume of information and emotions that were bouncing around in my head. I turned over through the pages of that and issues 23 and 24 and couldn't believe that there could be so many mother/daughter relationships. The pictorials, of which there were about seven or eight in each magazine, contained a series of photos of the mother and daughter, both normal shots and ones of them in all manner of sexual positions and scenarios. Accompanying the pictorials, was about four to five pages of text. Some of the stories told the reader how good it was and how the mother and daughter had now been together for ten to fifteen years, some briefly told of how their sexual relationship started and some told of the things that they like to do to and with each other. I was amazed. What was obvious was that all of these mothers and daughters were honest and were very much in love. But the pictorial that caught my eye the most, was of a ten year old and her mother. They had now been living as lovers, inside their house, for about two years and some of the photos were extraordinary. This pictorial was the one that I read and reread six or seven times as I lay there playing with myself. The daughter was a small girl and her mother was about the same height and build as my mom, but what they got up to was amazing. The daughter had only the beginnings of breasts and absolutely no pussy hair. But her mother had also shaved herself and they almost looked the same. There were photos of them engaged in a sixty-nine and the daughter had her mouth open over her mother's pussy and her mother likewise. This series extended into one that had each of them inserting dildos, numerous fingers and in the end they fisted each other. Until the point where the dildos started to fly in this series of shots, I had largely forgotten mum's dildo. When I saw the first couple of shots, I reached out for the dildo, rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips again. This got me really horny and I gently inserted it again, this time with a little more ease (having learnt how to relax enough the first time), and started to ease it in and out of my pussy. Even though it was small, it really filled my 13-year-old pussy to the brim and I loved the feeling. What went perfectly with that feeling were the photos of that ten-year-old and her shaven mother and the thought of my mother, wanting to do this to me. As I read the text and looked at the images, I found out the at the ten year old had taken her own virginity as a nine year old with a dildo she had found of her mothers. She described that she has been bumping up against he hymen with the dildo and had simply f***ed it through the hymen. She then went on to say that it had made it much more pleasurable for her and more exciting when her mother had seduced her. As soon as I read this I knew in my heart that this was what I was going to do. So I walked with the dildo still in me, one of the strangest feelings I have ever felt, into the bathroom and got into the shower. Our shower had a fold-down seat in it and I started the water and pointing the rose at the wall, sat down. I was thinking about mum being in the shower with me, as I started to move the dildo in and out again. I gradually started to move it in and out further and further. The dildo was bouncing off my hymen and fully relaxed and quite the horny thirteen year old, I pretended that it was mum pumping the dildo in and out. At some point (I don't even know how long I'd been in there), I drew the dildo almost all the way out and then, putting the palm of my hand across the base of the dildo, jammed it inside me. The dildo tore through my hymen and, with me screaming and thinking that I was going to die (oh so briefly), I f***ed the dildo into me as far as it would go. I felt the dildo hit the neck of my cervix and go past it into the small space left behind it. I was in pain, so I just kept still and held the dildo in the same position. After a couple of minutes, the pain had died down and I opened my eyes. I looked down to where my pussy and realised that I had all but the bulbous end of the dildo in me. It felt really strange having something that far inside me and as I gently started to pull it out, I could feel most of the remains of my hymen come out with it. It still hurt a little and as I pulled it out, I saw a small amount of bl**d on the dildo. I completely withdrew it and washed it under the shower. Next I inserted one then two fingers into my pussy to try and get the rest out. But all that that served to do was rekindle my interest in having the dildo in me again. So that's just what I did. This time I inserted it with my left hand and it went in all the way pretty easily --after a couple of relubrication strokes. As I moved it in and out I started to rub my clit. Again I started to think of Mum being the one doing this to me, and before long I came again and again. I was completely exhausted again. I showered, for about another twenty minutes, sitting under the water, gently playing with my labia and occasionally rubbing my clit as well. After all of the orgasms and a cleansing shower, I made sure that I washed the dildo well. The last thing I wanted was to have mum find out that I had been using her dildo and reading her magazines. I dried myself and, knowing that I should, inserted a tampon, before dressing, packing all of the magazines and dildos back in the bag and replacing it in mum's hiding place. I went back into my bedroom and turning off my computer, also hid the CD in a place that I knew mum didn't know about - under the one uncovered corner piece of carpet in my room, behind my mirror, that was loose. I made my bed and only then did I look at my clock - two o'clock in the afternoon - where had the day gone? And it's no wonder I am so hungry. I went down to make some late lunch and ate like I don't think I ever had before. As I was eating, the enormity of what I had uncovered - my mother's desire to make her own daughter, me, her lover. How could I cope with this. The waves of complexity started to crash down upon me and I very quickly became swamped by them. I realised that I had to sort out my feelings and bring some sense of order to the confusion that threatened to engulf me. So I did the only thing that I knew would make the sense out of it that I needed - I wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote. I wrote every tiny little thought and thread and feeling. I think that it was the first time that I actually got up, when the phone rang. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was eight o'clock - it would be mum, with her usual check-in and make sure that everything was OK call. We chatted for a minute or two and I said, lying again, that I had just done some homework and lay about the house all day. Before I knew it I was yawning and I realised that I had had both a physical and mentally challenging day. I was still fairly sore, from taking my own virginity and with all of the feelings bouncing around in my head and my attempt (which on reviewing it today seems so much like a young girl of my age then) to order my thoughts, I was exhausted. Mum picked it up right away and said that she would go and reminded me that she would be home at dinner time the next day. Mum said good bye and as I hung up I remember thinking, that the way she said it was particularly soft and loving. What I couldn't reconcile was, was it a motherly good bye, or was it, as I suspected, a lovers good bye. Too tired to think about it any further, I closed down my computer, went to the toilet, stripped off all of my clothes and climbed into bed. It has rarely happened to me since, but as I lay there and started to go over everything in my head again, I started once again to get excited. I started to touch myself, but I was so exhausted that I fell asl**p - in the middle of masturbating! I don't know if it has ever happened to you, but I did it that night. I slept soundly, but had some really sexy dreams. Not surprisingly all of them involved mum and I. When I woke the next morning, I felt refreshed and surprisingly clear-headed. I was famished though, after missing dinner and made a bee-line to the kitchen, still naked, feeling rather sexy and full of life. After eating, what had to be the biggest breakfast of my life, I headed to the shower. Whilst in the shower I realised that my pussy didn't feel sore and I reached inside myself with one finger and feeling only a very small amount of discomfort, reasoned that I mustn't have pushed things too far the previous day. The rest of the day I tidied up the house and prepared a lovely meal for mum's return. In the afternoon I restarted my computer and reviewed all of the stuff that I had written the previous day. I added some and changed some of my thoughts, but in essence it came down to a couple of things. Firstly, I was pretty much convinced (as close as fuck is to swearing) that I was a lesbian. My experiences with boys had not excited me and it had not left me any lingering thoughts or longings that my experience with Melanie had. Since that day, I had only thought about girls and women. Secondly, I wasn't turned off by the idea of mum and I having sex - but I couldn't explain it. It didn't seem dirty or wrong. Besides mum was a very good looking woman, who oozed sex. She was still in terrific shape and from what I could remember seeing, age had not started playing its dirty little tricks on her yet. She still had a lovely figure, with firm breasts and an ass that was still tight and firm. Whenever I had seen mum walk in a skirt or from the shower with a towel wrapped around her, there was no tell-tale wiggle, just the firm cheeks on an ass that you would expect to see on a woman half her age. Thirdly, Mum was, without a shadow of a doubt, my best friend. I could and had told her everything, especially after my thing with Melanie. She obviously wasn't telling me everything, but under the circumstances that was quite understandable. As I sat back in my chair and turned my computer off, I pondered everything and reasoned that I could see myself in a sexual relationship with mum, that I found her very attractive as a woman, but would need more time to decide on whether my feeling would extend that far. By the time I had come to that point, it was five o'clock and it was time to get ready for mum's return home and to finish the meal that I was preparing. As I started to change out of my shorts and shirt, I found myself staring at the clothes hanging up in my cupboard wondering, what would mum like to see me in. I checked myself at that one and realised that I wanted to show mum that I had missed her and that I was pretty. I picked a summer light-weight dress that was probably getting a little on the small side. It had a floral pattern and hugged my quickly developing body, in such a way as to appear a little sexy. I decided not to wear a bra and to wear some of my thong underwear, to ensure that the lines of the dress weren't interrupted by those of a bra and normal panties. I brushed my hair and made sure that it was not too good looking - wow, it was like I was dressing for a date. Mum arrived home at the appointed hour and when I opened the door to great her, she was visibly shocked. "Wow," she said "Have I come to the right house, because when I left, I left behind a young lady and now I'm standing before a beautiful woman." Wanting to impress a little and very much enjoying the compliments - both visual and verbal - I spun around and said, smiling, "So you like this old thing?" Mum put her bags down and said, "Oh honey I more than like it, it looks wonderful on you and it makes you look like a real woman." She openly inspected me and as she did, I felt my nipples become a little erect, which really showed up in that dress. I know that mum noticed because her eyes stayed on them for a couple of seconds before they moved further down. She looked up smiling and opening her arms, said "Come here and give me a big hug. I missed you terribly and I need to make sure that I am really home, because I'm really tired and hungry." Moving her head back, but not letting go, mum asked, "What's say we head out for some dinner?" "Actually", I said, "I've cooked dinner and it's ready right now." Mum smiled at this and said, "How wonderful are you?" I replied "About as wonderful as they come!" We both laughed and mum let me go saying that she would take her bags up to her room and then wash up for dinner. I served it whilst she was gone, and was putting it on the table the table when mum walked back into the room. The smile she gave me made my heart skip a beat. She looked at the table and saw that I had done a wonderful job. She came up to me and moving right up to me, she hooked her arm around my waist and pulled me close to her side. We looked at the dinner together and mum turned to me and said, "I can't tell you how much I missed you and how happy and proud you make me." Mum leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips saying thank you. The kiss wasn't too long but longer than could be said normal and it was a really soft one. My heart skipped another couple of beats. We sat down and ate and talked for the next hour and a half. I asked mum all about her trip and the weirdo's that she'd gone to interview. We laughed and giggled about lots of things and almost had the type of conversation that lovers do after the one who works comes home from a trip away. During the conversation, I found myself hanging on her every word and a couple of times I was so lost in lustful feelings (looking at her breasts and mouth and neck) that it took a gently touch of mum's hand to bring me back to reality. During our discussion I also caught mum looking at me with such intensity, and not just at my eyes, that I had to do the same thing. We were both a little embarrassed when we were caught and quickly averted our eyes or made stumbling apologies. Was it just me, or was I starting to fall in love with Mum? Not just the ideas that she had for us and the emotions that came with discovering and rationalising that, but really falling in love. I starting to think that the answer was . . . . yes! We finally got up and did the dishes together and wiped up and then mum said that she had a bit of work to finish and needed to unpack. I offered to help her unpack whilst she did her work and her no thanks reply was a little nervous. She was obviously hiding something, but it didn't worry me - I'd eventually find out. So I bid her good night and went off to bed. I masturbated twice that night and drifted off to another slumber filled with two lovers - mum and I. The routine of the next few days was pretty much normal, but the conversations like the one that we had had at dinner, became longer and more in-depth. I felt more and more relaxed and at home with mum than I ever had to that point in my life. I found that I had started to look at mum, every chance I got, trying to imagine what she would look like naked in that position. My fantasies became more vivid and I finally came to the realisation that I was indeed in love with her. I felt much more that lust and much much more for mum than I ever had before. It was all going so smoothly until the Friday that as I walked into mum's office from school. As I walked in she looked up and panicked a little. She quickly turned her screen off and made an excuse for both of us to leave the room. Mum must have been surfing again, or she had received another email message from Bev. Either way I was going to find out. Mum went back shortly after and logged off her computer. Then she made an excuse about having to go and do some shopping for a while. As soon as she left the driveway, I went to mum's computer and accessing it with the passwords that I had since committed to memory, downloaded the latest parts of mum's word file and emails to a disk. I closed it down and took the disk up to my room and starting my computer, saved them to my copy of the file (I had saved it to my C drive) and read them. There was mum's reply and another email from Bev and again the content sent shivers down my spine. Mum had relayed her home coming, painting the picture that I had tried to portray - me looking beautiful and sexy. She told Bev about my nipples becoming erect and how it excited her. She told her about the hug and feeling my breasts press against hers and also about the kiss as we examined the dinner I had cooked that night. But what really took my breath away was what she wrote next. Mum said that we had talked like a couple at dinner and she relayed her feelings of love and closeness and of a very real sense of a developing relationship to Bev. She said that she had wanted to make love to me so much right then and there, that it took all of her self control not too. She spoke of a real sense of a strengthening of our bond this week, and that she felt as though she needed to make the next step. She asked for Bev's advice on how to proceed and that advice contained in Bev's email. Bev cautioned mum about moving too fast. She said that this would be the most delicate point of mum's seduction of me. Little did either of them know that I was about seventy percent there anyway. Bev told mum that her advice was to gradually start to appear more sexy around me. She said that mum should begin to dress more provocatively, to move from the shower in less and less clothing, to position herself in more sexy poses when she was around me and whenever she got the opportunity, do little things like touch me, kiss me more and in a more sexy way and to wear more perfume. Bev said that mum shouldn't manufacture any of this and that she should just use her feminine charms. She told mum that she should judge how quickly she progressed the flirting, by my reaction. She said that if I responded, that she should try adding to what she was doing. She also said that it may take some time and that progress may be quicker at time and may be slower at others, not to be discouraged and especially to continue the progress we had made this week. Bev said that mum should let her know how it was going and that when mum and I were ready to go even further, that she would be there for us. The subtle change in the mum and I - to us - tone of the email really struck me, because it was almost like Bev was considering us a couple now. And this really made me think about things. Mum returned home shortly after I had finished updating my diary and the file with hers and Bev's emails. We had pizza and sat on the couch. We had been talking for about two hours, when the conversation turned to sex. Mum wanted to know more about my encounter with Melanie, especially the intimate details of exactly what we did and how I felt. I was completely honest with her and told her how I had been leading up to that point, how she had caught me, we had gone to the showers and how Melanie had come into my shower stall. I told her how excited I was and went into intricate detail about what little we did. Mum asked me if I had had any other encounters since and if I still felt the same way about other women. I told her that I had thought long and hard about that and that I was almost convinced that I was a lesbian. However I told her that I hadn't found anyone my age that really excited me and that I was just as happy to not rush anything. It was at this point that I turned the conversation back onto mum - not that I could say much of anything else. I asked mum, if she had ever had any experiences like that when she was at school. She said that she had only had one and I acted so shocked and asked her all about it for the next hour or so. She told me that she had had one full-on lesbian experience when she was at school, but just that she was a little older than me when she had hers - she was sixteen. I wanted all of the details and she spoke honestly about it - to a point. When I asked mum if she had gone down on this girl and if the other girl had gone down on her, mum just said yes and that it was very pleasurable. But she wouldn't tell me any more. I also asked her about whether she had had any experiences since, to which mum replied no. I asked her what relationships she had had since Dad had left and she said none, and if there was anyone special in her life now. Mum said that she had been thinking about asking someone out lately, but again wouldn't give any details about who it was. I couldn't blame her and our conversation wound up naturally about twenty minutes later, and with that mum packed me off to bed. Well didn't I have a good time in bed that night, thinking about mum and this other girl and replacing the girl with me. I was about ninety percent convinced by now and was eager to see how things progressed. I woke the next morning to the sound of mum in the shower and couldn't wait to see what mum's first move would be. I heard the shower being turned off and remaining in my nighty, I went and stood at the door to the bathroom. Putting my ear to the door, I heard mum finishing and gently knocked asking if she was in there. A little pause and I heard mum say that she was almost finished and would be out in a minute. I leaned on the wall across from the door and when it opened and out came mum. She had her hair tied up in a towel and had on a practically see through dressing gown. She stopped in front of me and said good morning, but I couldn't help myself. My eyes quickly scanned mum up and down and as they came back up they stopped at the two dark shaded areas and the nipple sized tents that mum had at the from of the gown. I mumbled something and mum turned and walked towards her bedroom. In the five or six steps that it took her to get there, there was a definite sway in her hips - one that I couldn't help but notice and couldn't keep my eyes off. As she reached the door, mum looked over her shoulder at me and, noticing that I hadn't moved a muscle, gave me a big smile as she disappeared into her room. I was astounded at how far mum had gone straight away. But more than that. I was becoming more convinced that this is what I wanted as well, with each passing minute. I had intended to respond and so I walked down to mum's room. I didn't bother knocking and there was no real need either, because the door was wide open. As I entered the room I said, "Mum?" "Yes?" Mum said. It was at this point that I lost the power of speech. Mum was fully naked facing at right angles to me. She was bent over pulling on some underwear and I could see all of her right breast. Mum looked over at me and said, "What's wrong honey?" I mumbled something and left, going to the shower. As I was under the shower, I realised that it had come to the point that I needed to make a final decision about how far I was going to let mum take our relationship. I couldn't get the image of mum's breast out of my mind and at that point, I realised that I really didn't need to make a decision, because I'd already made it. I don't know when I had subconsciously made the decision, but it was all too clear to me know. I could use the same advice that Bev's had given to mum and go with the flow. So, when mum came into the bathroom to blow dry her hair, I turned off the shower and stepped out straight away. Mum was in a pair of casual pants that really showed off her bottom and had on a stretch T-shirt that accentuated her breasts. She had just started the dryer and had a perfect view of my naked body in the mirror. I stood still for a second looking straight at mum. I saw her eyes start looking at my body instantly. The towel rack was on the other side of mum to me, so I saw this as an additional opportunity. I walked up behind mum, and reached around her, using her shoulder for balance and gently reached past to take my towel. I moved back to a position where I knew mum could see all of my body and started to dry myself. As I was doing this we started to talk. I told mum how I loved her clothes and how they showed off her figure. She thanked me and said that she could never hope to compete with someone a beautiful as me. I blushed and as we continued to talk (it only lasted about five minutes) we became more and more comfortable with each other in yet another environment. Things progressed reasonably quickly after that. Mum started to dress in short shorts and cut-off tops around the house and started to wear sexy underwear under her almost see through night gown. She also posed (very naturally I might add) provocatively and found every excuse to touch me. For my part, I started to wear the same sort of clothes as well, would pose when I knew that mum was looking and would cling in an intimate sort of way any chance I got. In that time mum's communications with Bev became more frequent and more and more positive. Bev congratulated mum at every turn, neither of them knowing that I was a silent partner in their conspiracy to have mom seduce me and become my sexual partner. In fact, it was probably only a couple of weeks later and a couple of days before the end of the school year, that the real turning point came. It was a Saturday morning and we were lounging about the house, when mum suggested that we go shopping and after that she had a surprise for me for the school holidays. I hadn't thought to check mum's email for the last couple of days, and so this came as a surprise. I think I'd been too caught up in flirting and being flirted with. Mom and I had progressed further with flirting, touching and tempting each other. At the same time, I had turned to masturbation to get me through the time it was going to take prior to Mom actually making the first move - something that I had resigned myself to quite early on since finding the document with mum's emails contained within. We went to the local mall and we were just window shopping, when, as we passed by an lingerie shop, mum suggested that we go in and have a look. I said that I wasn't really interested in waiting until mum decided on a set of lingerie. Mum surprised me and said that it wasn't for her. She said that I was a woman now, a beautiful one at that and that I deserved to look especially good in my first set of lingerie. I was very excited - in more ways than one. We entered the store and mum immediately ushered the assistant away, saying that she would look after me. Mum said that I should go into one of the booths and take my clothes off and get ready to try on some of what was displayed. As I stripped off in the booth, I became aware that I was a little wet with the excitement of the opportunity that both of us would have - me to show off my body in lingerie and mum to see me naked. I intended to burn the memory of this event into mum's mind. Just then mum, put the first two sets of lingerie over the door. She said that I should get into one and then let her know when I was dressed. I was in them in a flash and told mum I was done. Instead of just opening the door and peaking inside, mum opened the door and stepped right in. I stepped back and started to show off the set I had on. Mum said that I looked good. She turned me around to face the mirror. She checked the size of the fill lacy bra and then as her eyes went lower to check that the panties were a good size, I bent a bit at the hips. Mum's eyes flashed up to look at me, before they went down again. In that time I gave her my best wicked smile. I was looking at mum's face in the mirror when she lightly smacked my on the bum. She looked up at me and said that I was cheeky. I just smiled and said, "Yes I am." Mum said that they would both be fine, but to wait because she wanted to try another type. She left the booth and, not knowing how long I had, I flashed out of the ones that I had on and waited for mum to return. When she came back, she asked if I was out of the others yet. I could see her feet under the door and so I opened it all the way up and stood in front of mum. She didn't say anything, she just stepped into the booth and closed the door. Mum handed me the other lingerie that she had brought back to the booth. All the while she couldn't take her eyes off me and I put the panties down on the bench and slipped on the bra. This one left most of my breasts uncovered and only just covered my nipples - which were very erect by now. Rubbing my hand underneath the bra, I asked mum if she thought that it fit properly. She reached out and for the first time, my mother touched my breast. She ran her finger on the inside of one cup of the bra, careful to not touch my nipples and looking up into my eyes said that she though that it was a perfect fit. Mum then said that I should try on the panties. I turned around to face the mirror again and lifting one leg onto the bench and bending over at the hip, I put one leg into the panties. I bent even further down and put the other leg in them. It wasn't until that point that I realised that mum had selected a really sexy set, because the panties were thongs. I had never even tried any of these on. I looked up at mum, who was very squarely looking at my ass and, turning around and straightening up at the same time I pulled them all the way up. They felt funny, stuck in the crack of my ass and rubbing, very intimately, along my pussy. I looked up at mum and asked her what the cheeky one looked like now. The look on mum's face was incredible. I was like she was in a trance and a lustful one at that. I turned around and bending over a little asked what mum thought of them. She looked down at my ass and the up at me and said that she didn't think that it would be possible for me to look any better than in those. At that point an assistant cam along and asked if we were OK. It shocked us both back to reality and into action. Mum left the booth, I got out of the lingerie and redressed and mum paid for all of it. We were out the door giggling all the way, like a couple of school girls. When we stopped for a bite to eat and a drink, mum sprung her surprise on me. Mom had taken up an offer to stay in a cabin located up in the mountains - miles from anywhere, and she said that she wanted us to go up for a couple of weeks of the school holidays. When mom told me about it I was over the moon inside, but couldn't show too much of what I felt. I said that I thought that it would be a great idea and that it would give us some time to be together, alone, and away from everyone else - including school and work. The tension for the next day and a half was almost unbearable. The problem was that one of mum's friends arrived that afternoon, unannounced, and it ended up that she would house sit for us whist we were away. So it was back to being a conservative mother and daughter - not the hopelessly randy lesbian couple that I wanted it to become. The day finally arrived. We drove all day, arriving at the cabin at about 5pm. All through the drive we were chatting and laughing and singing to some tapes that mum had in the car. We both found as many excuses to touch each other along the way and to look at each other as often as we could. At about two o'clock, I fell asl**p for about an hour and when I woke up, mum was staring at me. I asked her what was wrong and she smiled a very loving smile and said, "Nothing. I just can't get over how beautiful you look when you're asl**p and especially when you wake up." I leaned over and whispering in her ear said, "Thanks, but I think you're more beautiful," and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. I cuddled into mum's arm for a good half hour and I'm sure that we both felt extremely comfortable. Although not much to look at from outside, the cabin was surprisingly well equipped on the inside. It was a two story place that really needed painting on the outside but had power and normal water, two bedrooms, one with a double bed and one with two single beds. Much to my surprise, it also had a TV and video, with a great selection of movies to select from. The cabin was about 25km from the next nearest house. After setting my things into my bedroom, I thought, this will be the perfect place for us to finally become lovers. But something was bothering mum and I could see that she had some self doubts about it, now that it was so close. I didn't share those doubts, but knew that I'd have to tread reasonably carefully and Bev's advice to mum came back to me. After we had settled into the house, Mom and I went for a walk to look for the natural spring that mom's friend had told her about. It was about 300m down a track from the house, in a small depression in the ground. Surrounded by trees and scrub, the spring was about 15m across and up to six feet in depth in a couple of spots. I took off one of my shoes and dipped it in the water. I was surprised to find it warm. Mom said that we should come down tomorrow and go for a swim and I readily agreed. The sun was starting to go down so we made our way back to the cabin and made dinner. After dinner I said that I was tired from the travel and went off to bed. Once in bed I fell straight asl**p. I don't know what it was that woke me up but I got up and as I approached my closed bedroom door I heard two women moaning. I opened the door as quietly as I could and crept down the hallway towards the landing above the lounge room. The TV came into view first as I approached. The TV was one of the sources of the moaning. Mom had a video on and the face of the woman that was currently on the screen was about mom's age. As the cameras panned down, I saw her breasts, which she had in both hands. She grasped both nipples between thumbs and forefingers and was gently pulling and twisting. I couldn't believe it, Mom was watching a porno movie - and I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the cameras panned down further I couldn't believe my eyes, there was another woman going down on her. The movie shifted to another camera angle. This time a face shot of the woman between the ladies legs, I quickly realised that the second woman was a lot younger that the first, in fact she looked to be not much older than me. The younger woman looked up and said "Oh Mom you have the sweetest tasting pussy in the world". The picture changed to a side view and the older woman said "And Cindy you are the best pussy eater that a mother could hope for". I was amazed, where did mum get a copy of this video. Could this mean that Mom isn't having any more doubts? Na, I said to myself that this was just a movie, and that Mom would never think like that. With that I heard my mom moan. I hadn't noticed mom until then because the movie had grabbed my attention. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled forward. As I looked down and to the right I saw my own mother reclining on the lounge with nothing on. Mom's 34Ds, that only had a hint of sag were being massaged by both her hands. I had joked with mom lots of times that I hoped to look as good as she did at her age. I wasn't shocked, but got very excited to finally see mum masturbating. She had one of her nipples in one hand now and she inserted two fingers of the other hand inside her pussy. At the same time she was rubbing her clit with her thumb. Mom's pussy was glistening and most of her well-trimmed bush of hair was laid flat on the outer lips of Mom's pussy. Mom was moaning now and I had masturbated enough to realise that she was almost ready to come. She was keeping pace with the movie and the moans from both the movie and my mother got louder until mom started shuddering, throwing her head back, her body convulsed as she orgasmed. Mum obviously found this particular scene more stimulating than the other, because she stopped and rewound the movie to the start of the scene between the mother and the daughter and started to play it again. I stopped looking at mom and as I watched the mother daughter scene develop on the TV. I started to get hot as well. I glanced down a mom and she was starting to masturbate again. The women on the screen were undressing each other and they started to fondle each other's breasts. My nipples were hard now and as I reached into my panties, under my nightie, I found that my pussy was also started to get wet. I gently pulled my pussy lips apart and started to rub the full length of my pussy with one finger. I have always loved doing this, ever since I started masturbating. I started to play with my clit and really get into the video scene. I was watching mom and the scene on the TV and masturbating. The sight of my mother masturbating naked on the lounge and the idea of a mother and daughter scene on TV was really getting me hot. What was getting me hotter however was the thought that, if all went well, I would soon be making love to my own mother. As I was playing with my clit I inserted a finger into my pussy and only just stopped myself from moaning. I quickly looked at mom on the lounge and realised that she hadn't heard me. Afraid that I would get caught, I crept back to my room. But I couldn't get the picture of mom masturbating and the mother and daughter scene on the TV out of my mind. When I came I had to turn my head into the pillow for fear of being heard. The first thought into my head when I woke up at 6am was that of a desperate sexual wanting for my own mother. I didn't think about whether it was right or wrong for society, I only knew that it was right for me - I just knew that I wanted her. I went down to get some breakfast. Mom was still asl**p as I peeped in through the door of her bedroom. As I looked at her the feeling of sexual wanting just got stronger. I went downstairs and while I was eating my breakfast I decided that I would make it easy for mom to complete the final transition (as Bev had put it) to a sexual relationship. It didn't think that it was going to be hard, but mum was obviously having some last minute doubts. I knew that I wanted her and I also knew that I had two weeks to make it happen - plenty of time. I also knew that mum had gone to extraordinary lengths in making contact with Bev and the group and that she had also gone almost all the way down the path and she was almost there - she just needed me to drive the situation home. I was happy that mom's genes had passed on to me especially my small tight butt. My straight brunette shoulder length hair accentuated my blue eyes. I had much less pussy hair and it was less bushy than mom's was, but still the same color. I would have to see if I could make this work. I took off my nightie and plain panties and put one of the lacy bra and panties set mum and I had selected at the lingerie shop and went back down to finish my breakfast. Mom got up at about 7 and as she came down to the kitchen I was putting the finishing touches to her breakfast. Mom was in a short nightie that ended mid way up her thighs. As we said hello to one another I noticed her looking at me. I served her breakfast and gave her a good morning hug. I hung on for a little bit longer that usual giving her a big squeeze. As I walked back to the bench in the kitchen I looked back at mom and saw that she was looking me up and down. When she saw me looking back, she quickly turned her head and started eating her breakfast. She was still being a bit shy. I poured a cup of coffee for mom and a cup of tea for me. I went and sat back down at the table with her and watched as she ate. I looked at mom and said "Seeing as how we are so far away from anyone else, do you think it would be alright if I walked around in my bra and nickers outside and just nickers inside while we are here?" Mom looked me up and down and said "I don't think that will be a problem dear. If you don't mind I might do the same thing?" "That would be great" I said excitedly. With that mom smiled and took off her nightie. That exposed her 34D size breasts. I took off my lacy bra and taking both breasts in my hands I rubbed underneath saying "I hate wearing bra's sometimes, they rub underneath - especially new ones". Mom just stared at my hands rubbing my breasts and as she realised she had been staring, looked quickly down at her coffee saying "Yes..Er Yeh, I know what you mean Trish". Mom tried not to look at me and I at her but I couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful her breasts were and how much I wanted to touch them. After breakfast we did some cleaning around the house and organised the place the way we wanted it. At about 10am, after another cup of tea and coffee, mom suggested that we go for a swim down at the spring. I said "that sounds like a great idea". I went to get the towels and as we started to walk out the door I said "what about our bra's?". Mom playfully said "I don't think that we are going to be seen, so why don't we forget about the bra's". I said that it was a good idea and with that we started of towards the spring. As we started down the path I walked up along side mom and, putting my arm around her lower back, said "You know what mom? I love you. I really love you". My left breast was rubbing against mom's arm as I said it and my nipple became erect straight away. I couldn't believe it when mom put her arm around my shoulder. Our breasts were touching each other's and we both looked down at the same time and then at each other. Mom said "I love you too sweetie". As she said it she drew me closer, causing our breasts to touch more, and kissed me on the cheek. The kiss wasn't that of a lover, but it was getting much closer. We walked the rest of the way in silence with our breasts and hips touching. I was starting to think that this may not be as hard as I thought. But I would still need to be careful. When we got to the spring we dropped our towels and I said to mum, "Would you mind if I had a skinny dip?" Mum said, "No, not at all. Do you mind if I join in as well?" I said that I didn't and with a little sly grin, I purposely turned away from mom to take off my lacy panties. I moved my feet a foot or so apart and as I bent over sliding the panties off my hips and down my legs I kept my legs straight. This meant that my pussy as ass were on display to my mother. I pretended to rub my calf to delay standing up a little longer. As I shifted my eyes to look at mom, I saw that she was staring straight at my pussy. I half bent upright and rubbed the inside of my thigh, allowing mom a longer look. I turned around and our eyes met for just a second then she quickly looked away. We both dived into the spring and started to swim around enjoying the warm water. I playfully splashed mom and she splashed me back. It quickly turned into a wrestling match whilst treading water. Mom f***ed me under and I escaped through her legs. As I swam through I got a good look at her pussy, with her pussy hair floating around in the water. I was the first time that I had been so close to her and I could feel my nipples harden again. As I came up on the other side of her we both laughed and joked that she was still a lot stronger that I was. A couple of minutes later after we had settled down I playfully said to mom "open your legs mom I want to swim through them again". Mom moved to a spot where she could stand on the bottom and I swam through her legs. I went under the water and turned over so that I was facing up and swimming backwards. As I swam through her legs I slowed down and got a good look at her pussy. I put my hands on the back of her thighs just above the knee and gently pushed myself through. When I surfaced mom said that she wanted to swim through my legs as well. So I stood on the bottom and spread my legs wide. Mom swam under and turned over as I had. As I looked down at her through the water, she paused looking up at my pussy and doing as I had done put her hands on the back of my thighs to push herself through. When she came up I said that I wanted to do it again. I swam towards her upside down and, as I looked up, mom had put her face in the water and was looking into my eyes. I shifted my gaze to mom's thighs and pussy and, reaching out I put my hands on the back of her thighs again. Only this time I put them higher up towards her pussy squeezing her legs before pushing through. It was mom's turn again and putting my face in the water I looked into her eyes. She smiled and then looking directly at my pussy she put her hands out to put them through my legs. Mom brushed the inside of my thighs and then put her hands even higher up the back of my thighs, just below the start of my butt. I almost lost it at the knees and when she came up mom had a smile on her face. A smile of pleasure not a friendly or motherly smile. I said that I wanted to have one more go and as I approached this time mom was again looking at me. We both smiled and as I brought my hands forward mom lowered herself a little in the water. This caused my hands to just brush up against mom's pussy hair and I put my hands half on and half off her ass cheeks and pushed myself through. Mom wanted one more go and as I stood there I watched and also lowered my self down, but this time before mom had even gotten close. Mom saw this and smiling up at me she put her arms out. Only this time she didn't touch my thighs, because this time she moved into a position where one of her breasts came up between my thighs and rubbed against my pussy. I was immediately wet, not that you could notice, and my nipples went completely hard. Mom stopped and she moved her hands to my butt. She took my two butt checks in her hands and put her thumbs on the inside of my thighs. All of a sudden she stopped, let me go and swam away from me. When she came up mom didn't look at me and got out of the water straight away. She went up to where her towel was and put her panties on. Fearing that mom was retreating from what we both obviously felt, I also got out of the water and asked if she wanted to lie down and sun bath for a while. Mom had settled down a bit and agreed. I put my panties on and we both lay down on our towels about a foot apart. We started talking and I purposely didn't talk about what had happened. A little while later we went back up to the house. Mom said that she was tired and was going to go up for a short nap. I said that I would stay up and probably put a movie on. After selecting a popular movie that I had seen before I put it on and turned it up pretty loud. I crept up the steps and up to the door of my mother's room. It was closed and as I put my ear to the door I could hear mom moaning and as I listened she called out my name "Oh Trish yes..". I knew now that she wanted me and I knew that I wanted her. As I listened I started to massage my breasts with both hands. I took the nipples between my fingers and squeezed and started to rub my pussy through my panties. I went down the hall to my room so I could masturbate in silence. I had another earth shattering climax as I thought about all that had happened so far today. I knew that I was close to enticing mom and I desperately wanted it to happen quickly. But at the same time I couldn't afford to charge through that last gate - in fear of frightening her away again. I got up from the bed and put on the pair of thong panties mum had bought me at the lingerie store. Lately I had begun to really enjoy wearing these of the sexy feeling that I got with the material right up the crack of my arse and the way that they slightly dug themselves into my pussy. They felt really great and looking at myself in the mirror the panties I was really happy that I looked as sexy as I could and that the thong panties really accentuated my ass cheeks. This was going to be my next big move and would hopefully break down mum's last doubts. I went back downstairs and got out a box of cake mix. I started to make the cake but stopped at the point where I was going to have to mix ingredients in by hand. About 6pm, just as the sun was starting to get low in the sky I heard the toilet flush and realising that mom would be down soon, I rushed into the kitchen made a cup of tea and coffee and started mixing the remaining ingredients by hand. Mom came down a couple of minutes later and walking up beside me to see what I was doing. When she asked me why I was baking the cake I said "Because, I love you and I want to make you as happy as you can possibly be" Mom said "Thank you Trish. Come here and give me a hug". I turned towards mom with my hands up because of the cake mixture on my hands and we both realised at the same time that, only having nickers on, our breasts would touch if we hugged. We both hesitated. I looked at mom and she at me, and we both shrugged and moved towards each other. With arms out stretched I hugged mom. Our breasts touched and as I put my head on mom's shoulder I felt my nipples go hard and I felt mom's harden against mine from the breast to breast contact. Mom put here arms around me and held me tight. We stood there for about 20 seconds and then mom pulled away and she said "That was a very sweet thing to say. I want you to know that I will always love you Trish". "I love you too mom". Mom bent forward and gave me a light kiss on the lips. It lasted about as long as a normal kiss, but there was a softness to it that told me that Mom wasn't far from acting on the desire she had voiced earlier that afternoon in her bedroom. I told mom to sit down and drink her coffee and went back to mixing the ingredients by hand in the big cake bowl. I could see where mom sat at the table in the reflection in the kitchen window. She sat in the chair that was not more than 3 feet away facing directly at me. Neither of us said anything for about 5 minutes as I mixed. I glanced over my shoulder and caught mom looking at my ass. I said "How are you doing" and mom said "Oh I'm just fine. Just enjoying the coffee and the rest". It was time to make my move. I picked up a spoon making a move to start filling the baking dish and "accidentally" dropped it. I moved away from the bench a little closer to mom and then squatted down and picked up the spoon. My thong panties dug into me all the more. They rode straight up the crack of my ass and between the lips of my pussy. I stood up and acting uncomfortable, wriggling and squirming, I acted as if I was trying to get the panties out of the crack in my ass. Shrugging my shoulders I went back to filling the baking dish. I finished that and I put the dish in the oven. As I did that, I bent at the hips, keeping my legs straight and facing my ass straight at mom. Mom's eyes had been fixed on my ass the whole time and I now stood and faced her. I walked right up to her and turned around. Mom was now looking at my ass, which was not more than one foot away and looked as though I had thong underwear on. She couldn't take her eyes off my ass and I can remember thinking "just about there". I looked over my shoulder and bending slightly at the hips, to give mom a better view as I had done at the spring, said "Mom do you think that these thong panties, are too small". Mom didn't say anything - she just stared at my little butt. I wiggled my ass pretending to be uncomfortable. "Mom" I said louder now "do you think that they're too small? Could you check them out please." I bent over just a little bit more and this time I got mom's attention. "Er..Uh...No trish...Um...Yes and No" was mom's reply as, with eyes that were as big as golf balls, she reached out and started to lift the thong from between my ass cheeks. As she hooked two fingers inside my panties near the top and started to move them down to get them out of my crack, I slowly clenched my ass cheeks. Mom was mesmerized. She now had to dig her fingers in a little deeper and harder to get through the resistance my clenched ass cheeks were causing. Just as she was nearing my rear hole I suddenly released clenching them. This caused mom's two fingers to touch my hole and come very close to my pussy before she could lessen the pressure. This caused an involuntary moan from me as my juices started to flow and my nipples harden even more. Mom jumped when she realised that she had touched my rear passage. Mom said "Oh dear, Oh my, I haven't hurt you have I Trish. I'm really sorry." As mom pulled the panties back and released them, ensuring that they didn't dig in too much. I answered saying "Oh No mom. That didn't hurt at all. In fact that was quite nice. It was a bit like when I play with myself and it also reminded me of Melanie." Mom was now tinkering with the material of my panties, making small adjustments here and there, and brushing each cheek of my ass repeatedly with the palm of her hand. "Mmmm, that feels good to mom" I said, leaning back a little and putting a little bit of pressure against mom's hands. Mom stopped what she was doing and before she had a chance to do anything I stool upright and turned around to face her. With my pussy not more than a foot from her face now, and with the panties purposely between the lips of my pussy at the front, I said "could you do the front now mom, it's really quite rough against me, inside there. I'm sorry I have to ask you this but I can't do it with my hands covered in cake mix. Mom was a little more confidant this time, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be making love to my mother. Mom again put a finger inside either side of my panties and gently pulled them towards my pussy. This time though, mom moved her fingers further inside my panties as she slowly approached my pussy. Mom's fingers moved through my pubic hair and I couldn't help but close my eyes and let out a low slow moan. Mom's fingers moved to the uppermost part of the folds of my pussy and as she moved her fingers lower she gently rubbed against the outer lips of my pussy. Mom withdrew her fingers from my panties. I opened my eyes and looked down at her and she looked at me and smiled. It was the same sensual smile as the one she gave me at the spring. Mom told me to go and wash my hands and take the cake out of the oven. I did what she told me to, feeling sure that it was going to happen. When I got to the oven the cake was just about done. I couldn't believe that 20 minutes had gone already. After pulling the cake out of the oven, mom said, "Now come over here so I can have a look at those panties of yours". I walked over and mom turned me around feeling the cheeks of my scantly covered ass. Then she turned me around and, shaking her head, ran her hand between my thighs and up to the bottom of my pussy. Rubbing it she said, "No, perhaps these panties are too small. Why don't you turn around and take them off. I don't think that either of us need to wear panties from now on" I turned around and without moving any further away from mom I moved my feet apart and started to pull my panties down slowly as I had done at the spring earlier that day. I bent at the hips keeping my legs straight. Turning to look at mom, she was openly looking at my ass and pussy now and when she looked me in the eyes I saw love and lust. Mom did not look away shyly but instead returned her gaze to view what was just in front of her. I had the panties down to my knees as mom reached out and gently stroked my ass with both hands. She said, "You have beautiful skin Trish and we have the same shape rear end". I stopped pulling my panties down and whilst still looking at mom straightened up and turned slowly around. This gave mom a close-up view of my pussy and mom openly stared at it. Looking further up my body mom stopped at my breasts and said "And you have a wonderful pair of breasts, with lovely nipples." Mom looked into my eyes, and I could start to smell my own scent, as I felt my pussy became sopping wet. I looked down at mom and said "Mom, can you help me take these panties off please, I am having a little trouble." Mom said that she would. Mom placed her hands on my hips and running them around to my ass began to slowly move them down to where my panties were. When she got to my panties she slowly moved them down to my ankles and then, moving her hand to behind each of my knees removed one foot at a time. I was so wet and now I started to smell mom's scent as well. Mom stood up and standing within a couple of inches from me said, "Well I guess that I will not be needing these any longer." Next she bent down, her hair brushing my right nipple causing it to become painfully erect, and removed her panties. She stood upright and reaching out with one hand took my cheek in it. I thought that she was going to kiss me then but instead she said "why don't you get us each a glass of wine and bring it over next to the heater. I'll turn the heater on and get something for us to lie down on." Aaarrgh, I thought I was going to explode. The suspense was killing me. I quickly poured the wine and when I brought it out to the open area downstairs, Mom was lying on her double dooner. I lay down next to her, offering her a glass of wine, which she took. We both had a sip. Mom looked me straight in the eye and asked me how long I had felt like this about her. In reply I said, "I have been thinking and fantasizing about women for the last few months. I have always thought of you as being a very beautiful woman but didn't think about you sexually until I sneaked out while you had that video on last night." I couldn't tell her the truth just yet, so I had fabricated that on the spot. Mom didn't say anything, and waited until I went on. "When I saw the video scene where the mother and daughter were making love it got me really excited and when I saw you masturbating on the lounge, I almost came on the spot. I had to sneak back into my room and play with myself. I also crept up to your room today after we came back from the spring and heard you calling out my name. I had to masturbate after that too and all I could think of was what it would be like to kiss you, and to make love to you. Ever since then I haven't been able to get that picture out of my mind." Mom looked at me and with a voice the was filled with lust and longing and said, "And do you still feel the same way now? Do you want to make love to me? Because I have been thinking about making love to you for over a year now." I looked mom straight in the eye and with a voice that hid my nervousness said, "Yes mom. Yes I do." Mom smiled at me and said, "This is going to be so good Trish." With that mom took my wine glass and putting both of them aside reached out and stroked my face. I was so nervous that I was shaking. Mom moved closer to me and gently laid me down on a pillow on top of the dooner. Mom moved down to kiss me and just before our lips met I closed my eyes. The first kiss was soft and gentle and didn't last long. Mom's next kiss was more passionate and our lips met more fully. I moved my arms to around mom's neck and she shifted to come into contact with me almost the full length of our bodies. Mom's skin was so warm and soft against my body and I could feel her breasts mesh against mine and her pussy brush against my hip. That kiss ended and mom moved her face a few inches away from mine. I opened my eyes and said, "Kiss me again mom. Make love to me." Mom moved her head down and we kissed again. This time we both opened our mouths at the same time and when our tongues met I knew that this was where I wanted to be for the rest of my life. It felt totally natural and as we opened our mouths wider and our tongues started to move against each other's, I let out an involuntary moan. Mom moved her right hand from my face and slid it down my neck towards my breasts. I raised my chest to meet her hand and she slid it between my breasts and cupped my left breast. Mom started to gently massage my breast, carefully staying away from my hardened nipple. Then, as though she could read my thoughts, she took my nipple between her thumb and fore finger. She gently rolled it and I moaned again, moving my body harder against her hand and against her body. She detached her lips from mine and started to kiss and lick my neck. Shifting her body weight to move on top of me, I opened my legs and she settled between them. It was as if we were made for each other. I lifted my thighs either side of mom's hips and my legs came around her back. I moved my hands to mom's side and started towards her breasts. I desperately wanted to feel them. But mom wasn't having any of that. She stopped my arms saying, "No darling, I want to give you pleasure first. I want you to come like you never have before." I relaxed and mom started kissing the top of my chest moving towards my tits and aching nipples. Mom cupped both hands over my breasts and she started to kiss and lick the soft flesh around them. I was getting really worked up now and was starting to moan more often saying, "Oh god mom, that feels so good. Your tongue is so hot. Please keep going." Mom wasn't about to stop and she took one of my nipples into her mouth, suckling and gently biting it. I thought I was going to come right there and I could feel my juices start to leak out of my pussy and start to dribble towards my ass. I wrapped my open legs around mom's hips tighter, pulling her against me. I could feel mom's pussy hairs blend with mine and I raised my hips to meet her. Mom was all over my tits now and she was starting to moan. I felt Mom's weight change and, looking down at mom, saw that she was looking back at me. A smile came across her face as she started to move down my body, kissing and licking every square inch as she went. Mom stopped at my navel and while she was licking the inside I felt her hands move down the inside of my legs to my knees. She stopped at the knees and gently pushed them further apart as she started to move further down towards my pussy. Mom moved her body back and missing the area of my crouch all together started to lick, kiss and gently bite the inside of my legs. Mom kept this up moving towards my pussy, switching from one leg to the other. This was driving me nuts. I tried to move my pussy closer to mom's mouth, but she kept avoiding my moves. Mom started to lick and nibble at the tendon on both sides of my pussy (the one that strains tight when you open your legs). Mom looked at my pussy and said, "My you are wet aren't you darling." She reached out with one hand and gently skimmed it over my mound. I was really wound up and moaning and writhing around. I said "Oh please mom, please, lick my pussy. Kiss it. Put you fingers in me. Fuck me with your tongue!" Mom put the thumbs of both hands on the outer lips of my pussy and gently pulled them apart. She ran one of her fingers up and down the inside of my pussy lips, just the way I like to do it, and moaning she said, "Oh Trish, you are really wet." I looked up at her as she took her finger away and she put it in her mouth, moaning and said, "You taste good. Almost good enough to eat." "Almost!" I said. Just as I was about to plead for mom to go down on me, mom dived straight down to my pussy and opening my pussy lips, licked my pussy from my opening to my clit. I let out a loud moan as she did this and a yelp when her tongue passed over my clit. Mom didn't stop this time, she started to lick around my opening and around my clit. Then she started to lick my clit directly. After about three strokes of mom's tongue I came. I came like I had never before. It hit me so hard and so fast that I thought I was going to black out. My body convulsed and I f***ed my pussy further into mom's face. Mom just kept licking my clit. I took my breasts in my hands and pinching the nipples could feel another orgasm approaching. Mom seemed to know just what to do because next she inserted a finger into my pussy. She started to move it in and out and then inserted a second finger. I felt the next orgasm starting and telling her so, she sucked my clit into her mouth and started pumping the fingers she had in me faster and faster. My second orgasm started and I screamed, calling out to mom "Oh, Oh, Mom that's it. I'm coming. I'm coming." My body convulsed over and over as my orgasm crashed down upon me. Mom took her mouth from my clit and the fingers from my pussy and started to drink my juices. She made loud slurping noises and as the orgasm started to subside, stuck her tongue inside me to lick the remaining juices from inside my pussy. Mom pushed her face hard against my pussy and reaching in as far as she could go with her tongue started to move it around and in and out of me. This triggered yet another orgasm, stronger than the other two. I was hopelessly lost in orgasmic bliss. I put my hands down and pushed mom's head harder towards my pussy. She kept her tongue inside me and I kept coming. It was the most fulfilling moment I had ever had and I wanted it to last forever. Mom stayed where she was until my third orgasm has subsided and I had let go of her head. I looked down as she raised her head to see her face covered with my juices. I put my hands on mom's shoulders and pulled her back up my body. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to taste the juices my pussy had left on her face. We kissed passionately open mouthed, tongues entwined. I licked the juices off mom's face and we kissed again, all the time with my legs around mom, never wanting to let go. I took mom's face in my hands and looking deep into her eyes said, "Oh mom, that was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done to me. I love you." And I kissed her again. We stayed right there for about five minutes, arms around each other, with mom also embraced by my legs. Mom broke the embrace and reaching for our wine glasses, handed me mine. I took a sip and then put my glass back where it was. I reached out and took mom's glass and putting it aside also said, "Now I want to pleasure you mom. I want to give you what you gave me." I lay mom back and moving straight on top of her moved between her legs. This time mom raised her knees up under my arms as we started to kiss. I felt our pussy's come into contact and spread my legs a little either side of mom's hips to get better contact. I felt mom's pussy lips with mine, felt them open as mine did and felt her clit as it rubbed against mine. We both let out a low moan into each other's mouths. I f***ed my tongue as far into mom's mouth as I could and she greedily sucked on it. I moaned into mom's mouth and detaching myself from her mouth I started to kiss her neck and suck on her ears. I moved straight to mom's chest, wanting to get my hands on those beautiful tits and large hard nipples I could feel against mine. Mom's tits were bigger than mine and sagged a little towards either side of her chest, but they were still exquisite - as far as I was concerned. I raised my head to look at them. Taking both breasts in my hands, the first breasts of another woman I had ever touched with my hands. I was amazed that they felt so soft and massaging them, I took the nipples in each hand and started to play with them. Mom moaned and said, "Oh that's it Trish. Squeeze them harder darling. Lick them and bite them a little." I did just that. I took one of mom's nipples in my mouth and started to suck and lick the nipple. Then I took the other on in my mouth and did the same. Moving back to the first nipple I gently sucked on it then gently bit it. This extracted a moan from mom and as I bit a little harder and moved my jaw sideways back and forth, rolling mom's nipple between my teeth, mom moaned again. I repeated this with the second nipple and got the same response. Then I felt mom's hands on my shoulders, gently moving me down. I had been waiting for this moment and I was going to enjoy it. I kissed and licked every part of mom's body as I moved lower towards her pussy. When I arrived at her trimmed mound a feeling of utter desperation overcame me. I felt that if I didn't taste mom's juices that very instant I would collapse and die. I moved straight to her pussy and starting at the bottom, closest to her puckered rear hole, licked upwards, parting her pussy lips and tasting her for the first time. Mom tasted lovely. I moved my hands to part her pussy lips and lifted my head to look at Mom's pussy. Her outer lips were all red and puffy and Mom's clit was fully exposed. Her clit was larger than mine was and I reached out with the tip of my tongue to touch it. As the tip of my tongue started to circle Mom's clit she moaned. Mom lifted her knees, keeping her legs spread. This gave me much better access to all of her pussy. I started licking in earnest then, changing the shape of my tongue to a wide flat surface to lick all of Mom's pussy and a pointy tip to concentrate on her clit. I was totally absorbed in Mom's pussy. I was breathing it in and it was all I could see and taste - I loved going down on Mom. I poked my tongue into Mom's hole and pushed my face as hard against it as I could. My nose rubbed Mom's clit and both of my hands gripped her slim hips pulling my face into her. That's when I felt Mom's first orgasm arrive. Mom's canal spasmodically clamped down on my tongue as I moved it in and out, fucking her with it. She yelled out so loudly, I was lucky that we were so far away from anyone. I just kept licking and sucking her. Mom came a second and a third time. I let instinct take over and I lifted my face of Mom's pussy and removed my hands from her thighs. I immediately put one finger inside Mom and quickly followed it with a second and then a third - all the while pumping slowly. Mom was saying, "Ooohhh...that feels sooo good. Now pump it harder Trish....Fuck Mom with your hand." I moved my left hand to Mom's clit and rubbed it with my thumb. I started to really pump my fingers into Mom's pussy watching as they disappeared and reappeared. Mom almost yelled, "Oohh yes..yes..yes...Oh fuck...Oh Fuck, I'm going to come!". I looked up at her face past her very erect nipples and swollen breasts. Mom had a look of utter satisfaction on her face and then she came. Mom's pussy clamped down on my fingers squeezing them together, fluttering and clamping. Mom threw her head back and her arms flailed about in the air. After about fifteen to twenty seconds Mom's body went completely slack, her face became totally relaxed and she just laid there breathing deeply for about a minute before her eyes slowly opened. Mom had blacked out. I slowly withdrew my fingers from Mom's pussy, and she moaned as I did so. "Was that OK Mom?" I said, wanting and I moved up to embrace her again lying on the doona next to her. "Oh Trish, my wonderful little daughter, I think that that was the best sex I have ever had," Mom said with watery eyes. We embraced and it was then that I had a wonderful revelation - this is just day 2 of a two week holiday and we also had the rest of our lives.

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