"You wanna eat me... don't you Mother"

A divorced mother pursues her lesbian urges, only to discover her fourteen-year-old daughter is doing the same. Their worlds collide, ...

It was difficult being a single mother, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. My daughter was the typical four-teen-year old with her fathers wit, and her mothers legs. After the divorce, I had little interest in pursuing another relationship, as a matter of fact, I was eying other women.

It all began when I was still married to Brad. After some coaxing, I agreed to attend a strip club with my naughty beloved. I was struck by the ambiance and the scantily dressed women, I felt it all. A few drinks later, Brad arranged a lap dance for ME!
"Oh, ... that's not necessary," I said with a giggle. He continued to beg, "I'm not that way," yet I finally surrendered to please his wishes. I found myself in a large velvet chair. "Hi, ... I'm Cherokee," she said, as she stood before me. "Hello Cherokee," I said as I blushed in surprise. "I'm here to give you a lap dance," she said with a twinkle in her eye. Perhaps Brads idea wasn't so wise.

I had never been that intimate with another woman. Her luscious body opened my eyes. The way she moved, the way she danced, it really turned me on. She rubbed my body, she flashed her tits, her amazing ass was right in my face, her legs looked delicious, so soft to the touch, by the time it was over, my juices were flowing. I began to question my sexuality from that day forward.

After the divorce, my daughter Beth and I moved to Dallas, Texas. I took a job as a sales rep for a medical supply company. I was surrounded by beautiful women. Beautiful babes with Texas-size tits, going to work was a wonderful thing.

At the time, my daughter was fourteen, her pajama days were fading fast, she was growing up before my eyes.
We were in the living room watching TV one evening. As I lounged on the sofa a sexy commercial triggered my bisexual urges, I could feel that shift in my brain.

Suddenly, some movement caught my eye, ... I took a quick glance, then I turned way, ... a few seconds later, I looked again, ................ then it captured my full attention.

"Jesus," (I said to myself), ... "look at that,"... as I gazed in disbelief. I wet my lips, (I shouldn't be looking). I silently stared for several minutes, my body trembled, my mouth went dry.
My daughter Beth was laying on the floor, resting on her stomach, texting one of her friends. Her leg was bent, tossed out to the side, and those tiny shorts were riding high.

"Look at that ass," (I said to myself), ... "look how full her legs are now," (I whispered to myself).
"Look at that smooth flesh, so supple, so fresh, ...

"You should go put something on," I said to her.
"I am dressed," she replied. Those shorts she had on were unforgiving.

"Look at that curve on her sexy cheeks," (I said to myself).

My thoughts about Beth would rise as I touched myself, while taking a bath. I tried to forget what I chose to see, I was haunted by visions I couldn't escape.

A few days later, she was sitting in a wingback chair in a pair of shorts that should be illegal. Her lack of etiquette at that age was somewhat forgivable, ... somewhat admired. Her legs were bent and parted wide, the soles of her feet were planted on the cushion below, very lady-like. I stole a glance at her obvious camel-toe, then a few seconds later, I did it again.

"Beth I, ... yes mother?, ... she asked, ... never mind.
"Jesus, ... look at that, ... (I whispered to myself).
My temperature began to rise. I wet my lips as I gazed at her carelessness, while shouldering guilt along the way. Being so tall and leggy, it was easy to waive her age. I did my best to fend it off, yet I couldn't stop staring, I had to admit. Perhaps it was time for me to give her a taste of her own medicine, I thought to myself.

Two days later, I took some scissors and shredded a pair of my denim shorts. I modeled them in front of my mirror, I felt no shame, it was time for revenge. I opened the door and left the room.
When I strolled past her you could have heard a pin drop, my daughter was speechless at last. I gave her a view of some cheeks of my own. I wore those shorts quite often.

I was awakened by a crack of thunder that rattled the house the following evening. Unable to fall back asleep, I rose from my bed and slipped on my robe and left my room. I poured myself a cup of tea in the kitchen as the sound of rain began hitting the roof. A burst of lightning suddenly flashed, followed by another thunderous rumble. "Beth."

I rested my cup on the counter and quietly crept down that darkened hall. I paused outside her bedroom, ... her door was ajar. I stood motionless, puzzled by my own intentions as I waited for the moment to open the door. My heart was racing. With some hesitation, I pressed on her door and peeked inside. When the lightning flashed, I caught a glimpse, my body quivered. I stepped in the room and closed the door.
"I shouldn't be here," (I said to myself), but I wasn't about to retreat. Before me laid my beautiful daughter, partially covered by a thin white sheet. I could see her curves as they rounded the bend, her delicious legs were on display. "She's fourteen," (I said to myself), yet my eyes didn't waiver, not once at all. I took a step forward, the I took two more, ... Her ass was ripe, so round and full, ...

"Bethany," I whispered, ... she didn't respond.

As the lightning flashed and the thunder roared, there I stood beside her bed. I slowly lowered myself down to my knees while battling voices inside my head. I fought desire with all my might, yet I was aching to see what I couldn't ignore. I waited to hope the thunder would cease, as I held the sheet in my trembling hand.
I ever so cautiously raised the sheet, ... and gazed at a gorgeous teenage dream. Her naked body was so pristine, so well developed, so well received.

"My oh my," (I said to myself), as I slowly rested the sheet to the side.
"Look at those curves," (I whispered inside), as I sniffed the flesh of her taunting ass. When her body shifted, I rose to my feet and quickly retreated, ... and left her room.

The following morning, I knocked on her door, "rise and shine, it's time for school," I said so cheerfully. "How did you sleep darlin?" I asked, ... she didn't utter a word.

I became puzzled by her sudden shift from baggy pajamas to tiny shorts, yet that's what young girls do. I tried to refrain from staring at my daughter, but her lack of clothing was hard to ignore. My desire to feel her legs was driving me insane. Perhaps it was time to go on the offense.

I stopped at a boutique to purchase something that would certainly help. I chose to execute my plan on Friday evening. I strolled into the living room while she was watching TV. I began immediately, ... she was silently staring.

"You're so quiet," I said. She didn't respond for several seconds.
"I'm just watching," she replied, as I continued to oil my sexy legs. I took my good ole time, applying it so generously. It was like ringing the dinner bell for legs lovers.
.
"Are those my shorts?" she asked, ..."yep," I replied. One could fit these shorts in your shirt pocket. I could see her growing restless with every stroke of my hand.

"MMM," I uttered as I examined my progress, ... "mmm",... want some?" I asked.
"What?" she asked.
"Want some?", ... want me to oil yours up too?" I asked.
"Oh, ... Okay, ... yes," she replied. My heart started pounding.
"I'll be done soon," I said as I continued to massage it into my skin.

She was dazzled watching me. I couldn't WAIT to feel up her legs!
"It's good for your flesh, ... I mean skin," I corrected. My glistening legs were wreaking sex.
"How do they look?" I asked as I modeled the final results, ...
"Damn," she said as I posed my legs. "WOW," she added, ..."you are one hot momma," she said. My plan was working indeed.
"Sit right there let me get a something to sit on," I said.

I parked myself in front of her chair and gazed at the legs I was aching to feel. "Rest your foot on my thigh," I said. Oh man, ... her leg, ...
As I mixed the oils in the palm of my hands, I stared at her long, juicy legs. "How old are you?????" I asked with a playful wink. She blushed, ... "you know how old I am," she replied, as she posed that leg so close to my face.

"I came into your room during that storm last week to check on you," I said, as I oiled her leg.
"I know," she replied, as her leg began to tremble.
I gulped hard, ...
"I hope I didn't wake you," I said softly.
"I wasn't asleep," she replied.
My pulse soared hearing that, my hands shook.
"You're really quite beautiful," I said as I oiled her juicy thigh.
"You are too mom," she said, as her eyes followed my hands.

(She wasn't asleep?!?!), I said to myself.

Feeling her thigh in my hands was stirring my juices. I tried to appear mom-ish, yet my hands were speaking a different language. "That feels nice," she said softly as I continued to work that leg. "There's no way your fourteen," I said, as I oiled her gorgeous thigh. I began sliding my hands up her inner thigh, "can you spread your, ... that's better thank you," I said.
"Ohhhh man," ... what a view!!! (I said to myself). I was dying. I slid my oily hands so close to her pussy, so close. Her oiled leg looked so delicious, ... way too much leg for a girl her age.

"Storms still frighten you, ... don't they sweetheart," I said compassionately.
"Yes," she replied, as she rotated her leg around.
"That feels so good," she said, then she noticed my hardened nipples.
"Does this excite you?" she asked so tenderly. I didn't respond.
"Your nipples are hard mom," she said softly.
I paused to respond, ... "it's nothing," I finally whispered. "Okay, give me your other leg," I said as I watched her move. "Mmm," I uttered softly, as her other foot landed on my oily thigh.
"I wouldn't object if you wanted to sleep with me during those storms," I said so delicately.
"Serious?" she asked, ... I nodded my head, "there's plenty of room," I replied. Don't forget that.

Her legs were casting a spell upon me as I caressed the oil into her other leg.

"Why did you raise the sheet mother?" she asked. I didn't respond, I couldn't speak.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"When you came in my room during that storm, why did you raise the sheet mother?" she asked again. I froze, my hands clenched onto her thigh, ...

"I, ... I'm, ... I'm just amazed by your beauty," I replied, as I re-engaged.
"I could feel your breath," she whispered, as I oiled her inner thigh. My heart was banging.
"You were close," she whispered, ... "so close." I gasped, ...
"Did it frighten you?" I whispered.
"Did it frighten you???" she whispered back.

I couldn't speak. Minutes went by in total silence, as I oiled my daughters quivering leg.

"Your nipples are still hard mother," she whispered. I gasped as I looked at her beautiful spread.
"What are you saying?" I whispered.
"I think you know," she whispered as she rubbed her foot on my oily thigh.
"Bethany?" ... "yes mother???"
I knew she felt my trembling hands as I groped her inner thigh with oils.

"Look at my nipples mother," she whispered.
"Bethany,"... "what are you doing??" I whispered, as she trailed her foot so close to my pussy.
"Does it frighten you?" she whispered.
I gasped again, my head still lowered, watching her foot slide on my thigh. She rose from her chair and left the room.
I shivered, I trembled in shock, I raised my head to ensure she was gone. I gasped loudly, "Jesus Christ," I whispered as I remained on the stool.

I laid in bed that evening, wide wake. My mouth gaped as I gazed around the room in disbelief. ("Oh my god, ... she was awake!!!", ... and now she's taunting me!!!!!
The barrier between a mother and her young, is the only reason I didn't pursue her right there, yet that boundary was being challenged indeed. My desire for her was undeniable yet I wasn't at the wheel, I wasn't tonight, ... what courage.

It was now 3am when I heard some commotion. I listened closely as I laid in bed. I rose to my feet and put on my robe. I stepped into the darkened hallway and quietly closed my bedroom door. The sound was coming from Bethanys room. I paused and took a deep breath, ... my pulse was cruising.

I tip-toed down the hallway towards her room. The sound grew louder,............Oh my god, ... I recognized that sound immediately. Her bedroom door was closed. My arms were folded, my heart was racing. "Oh my god," ... as I stood outside her bedroom door, there was doubt what she was doing. That familiar sound was a buzzing vibrator, MY vibrator! I trembled with surprise, and a sense of arousal. "Mmmm," my little girl.
I slowly pressed my ear against her door. Her gasping sighs sent shivers up my spine, so soft, so passionate. I closed my eyes and listened to my daughter pleasure herself, as I held my ear against the door.
I opened my eyes, and stared at the doorknob, then I closed my eyes and gasped. I slowly placed my trembling hand on the doorknob, "oh god," I whispered. When I tried to turn it, the door was locked. I gasped, "I wanted to peek," I whispered. I remained outside her door for several minutes, maybe more, just listening. I slowly raised my hand and groped my breast, as I quietly gasped in arousal. I slid the palm of my hand down her door ever so gently, then retreated back to my room.
I nearly collapsed once inside, my pulse was erratic, beads of sweat lined my forehead, "oh my god Bethany, ... I whispered, ... "oh my goddd."

The following morning was riddled with sexual tension. Beth paraded into the kitchen wearing a pair of shorts she knew I couldn't ignore.

"Good morning, ... mother," she said softly.

Her use of mother versus mom was recognized as a dual perspective. Her braless appearance wasn't unusual, yet today her nipples were hard. For the first time, I felt like a corporal sitting at a Generals desk.

"How did you sleep, ... mother?" she asked.
"I slept well sweetheart, ... and yourself?" I asked.
"It was good, ... it was reallllly good," she replied.

My pulse jumped higher. "Are we still going to the store?" she asked. 'Yes, I have to get a few things," I replied. "I need some more batteries," she replied. My pulse was cranking. I smiled when she laid the batteries on the belt at the store, (AA). Even the way she posed her legs in the car seemed intentional.
I had to admit it aroused me immensely. Her left-over shine was terribly enticing. I began to wonder if she somehow became aware of my desire to be intimate with another woman.

As I sat in the living room alone, I checked my phone to ensure I didn't have any sexual material remaining, I deleted it years ago. I checked it thoroughly. When I found a file, ... I didn't recognize, I opened it up.

"OH MY GOD!!!!" I recognized the videos, three in all, my favorite lesbian videos too. "MMM," ... as I briefly watched one I glanced down at the stats, (last viewed- 3 months ago). My pulse took off like a rocket ship! I checked the other two, (last viewed 3 months ago!!!), I haven't watched them in years!!!

*** (Oh my god, ... SHE'S TAUNTING ME!!!!!!) ***

She continued to parade around in God knows what, as I battled temptation. I struggled to breach the wall that separates us from intimacy, yet she seemed to climb it with ease. I felt it was only a matter of time, I was losing my battle.

That discovery explained so much. She too must have found it arousing as well, and just fourteen! I was captivated by the direction our crush was taking, yet the pace was a bit fast.
Soon thereafter, I discovered a vast array of pics and videos on Bethanys phone too, ...all lesbians, it was great intel, AND SUCH A SHOCK!

One afternoon while putting away her laundered clothing, I found a small black box in her bottom drawer. I gasped when I opened it. There were two pairs of black stockings, both of which used to belong to her mother!!! The thought of seeing her wear them made my mouth water, I had to admit.

The following Tuesday I was on the phone with my mother, who lives out of state. As I sat on the sofa Bethany strolled into the room wearing some tiny white cotton shorts. In mid-conversation, I was only able to smile and wave.

She plopped in that wingback chair, bent her legs and parted them wide, ... once again. Using her phone to block her face, she slowly slid to the edge of the chair! ... I didn't hear a word my mother said. She kept sliding forward until it became unbearably enticing. Her protruding camel-toe was so profound. I imagined myself sitting on the floor and eating her right there. Her ongoing courage was astounding, or should I say audacious. She took full advantage of the moment, knowing I was distracted.

Day by day, she was eroding my will to resist. She would sit in the passenger seat of the car and nonchalantly present a leg show that would rival the best. She knew I couldn't resist staring at her legs, she knew too much. Here I was, surrounded by beautiful women at work, yet the one I'm pursuing carried my genes.

A few days later, I went into her room and stole a pair of her panties as well. It was the pinnacle of my perversion I had to admit.
It was a Sunday afternoon, I was baking two cakes for a friend. Beth entered the kitchen to help. As she leaned on the counter, I stepped back to catch a glimpse from behind. She had some very short shorts on, very short.

"How does it look mother?" she asked.
"It's coming along fine I just need to mix the batter now."
"That's not what I meant," she replied, as she leaned on that hip.

Her cheeks were poppin'. The kind of shorts that stop your heart. Just then she reached across the counter to grab a spoon, "oh man," she heard me gasp, "whoops," she said. She was killing me. "THAT ASS."

Out of the blue she asked, "Do you ever have thoughts about, ... other females?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, ... lesbians," she replied.
"Sometimes," I replied.
"Anyone I know?" she asked.
"Well, ... yes," I replied.
"Does she know you're attracted to her?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," I replied.
"Are you going to tell her?" she asked.
"It's not that easy," I replied.
"Why not?" she asked.
"I'm not sure she'd be willing to keep it a secret," I replied.

I stepped up beside Bethany, ...

"she's incredible," I said.
"How old is she, ... mother?" she asked. My pulse accelerated.
"She's younger than I," I replied.
"Do you want to taste her?" she asked.
"Bethany Rose!"
"Well, ... do you?" she asked, as she dipped her finger in the bowl of cake batter.
I didn't respond.

She turned and plopped her batter covered finger right in my mouth, "I'll bet she tastes sweeter than my finger," ... then she left the room.

"Jesus," ... I could barely breathe. I gripped the counter and stared downward, eyes closed. My heart was racing. When I looked out the window she was walking towards the mailbox in those shorts, tossing her ass. She knew I could see her, "Oh dear god," I whispered as I watched that booty.

"It won't be long sweetheart, ... it won't be long."

I was incapacitated the rest of the day. I barely got thru those two cakes. I could not believe what was happening at 351 Holland Drive, in our quiet little suburb. I was nearing surrender, ... my will to resist was all but gone.

Two days later I was having lunch with a friend at work when my phone chimed, "pardon me, I need to check that," I said, ...

"She's waiting for you," it read. ............................... My pulse soared.

"OHHH my god," I whispered.
"Something wrong?" my coworker asked.
"Oh my god, ... she knows," I gasped.
"Are you OKAY?" my coworker asked.

I just kept gasping and shaking uncontrollably. I stood to my feet and paced the lunchroom in circles. "Ohhhh man," I kept repeating. Then, ... my phone chimed again.

"Oh god, .................. I need to sit down," I said.
"Olivia, ... are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I replied.

I took a deep breath and looked at the message, ...

"She lives at the end of the hall, ... doesn't she," it read.

I collapsed into the chair, "Dear god, ... she knows," I whispered to myself, ... "she knows!" My whole body trembled madly. My drive home was a fog.
When I walked in the front door there was my darling daughter sitting on the sofa, waiting. I froze and held my hand up like, "hold on a minute," then I closed the door. "Meet me downstairs in the TV room in ten minutes young lady, ... ten minutes," as I stared away.

"I'm right, ... aren't I," she replied. "Ten minutes," I repeated, with my hand still in the air.
She left the room, ...

I plopped into a chair, ... "Oh my god, ... "Oh my god." I eventually rose to my feet and placed my purse on the countertop. Four minutes later, ... I was walking down those steps. Bethany was sitting on the sofa. Her legs were crossed and looking fine.

I crept forward and sat down beside her. "I'm right, ... aren't I," she said.
I leaned forward and shielded my face with both hands, ...

"I tried to resist Bethany, ... I really did," I pleaded.
"For the past three months I've tried to dismiss my desire for you sweetheart, ... I really have," as I covered my face.
"Why resist?" she asked.
"Because you're my daughter!" I cried out, ... and you're fourteen!!!" I added.
"Why did you raise that sheet mother?" she asked.
"You know why!" I cried out, ... because I wanted to see and touch your naked body!" I added.
"I did the same to you mother," she said so softly.
"What?!?" I asked, as I looked into her eyes.
"I snuck into your bedroom, long before you crept into mine," she said.

I gasped loudly, "when?" I asked.
"A year ago," she replied.
"You came home from partying with your coworkers," she replied, ...
"I didn't have to worry about you waking up," she replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You slept thru it all," she replied. My pulse was banging in my head.
"What did you do?" I asked. She blushed, ... she didn't respond.
"Oh my god Bethany, ... oh my god," I whispered, holding my face.

I then fell back against the sofa, gasping uncontrollably.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked. I shook my head, ...
"No, I'm just so surprised Bethany, ... so shocked," I added, ... "Oh my god."
"I couldn't refuse," she said.
"I was curious is all, " she said so heartfelt.
"Your body was so soft," she added.
"And, ... I asked.
"... I wasn't as shy as you were," she whispered.

* So, ......... you've been taunting me this whole time???" I asked. *
She just smiled in return with a warm yet devilish grin.

My generation feels differently about sex than yours," she said.
"Yeah!, ... I SEE!" I yelped, as I slowed my breathing.
"Whew!" "Society gives it an ugly word," I said.
"It's just a word," she replied.
"Well, ... you're a beautiful girl, and way too developed for your age," I said. "I discovered my attraction towards women when your father took me to a strip club many years ago," I said. "You and Dad??" she replied, ... WOW." "Well, at least you know how I feel now, ... I just think you're a, ... you're a very desirable young lady," I said as I patted her leg, ..."very desirable."

I trembled as I laid in bed that evening listening to the sound of distant thunder. Perhaps it would be mother nature who blows that wall down between us. I began to shiver as the thunder grew louder and more frequent. The offer to share my bed to ease hers fears became my destiny.

It wasn't long till I heard the rain hitting the roof above me, followed by a crack of thunder, "Oh my god," I whispered. I gazed at the pillow and imagined her laying there. As the streets grew wet, so did I.

Goosebumps rose all over my body as the first flash of lightning lit up my room. "Oh, dear god," I whispered as I began to stare at my bedroom door. The slip I was wearing was tickling my legs as they squirmed beneath the covers, ... as I stared at my bedroom door. My mouth watered faster than the streets thinking about tasting her flesh.
My beautiful daughter had a gorgeous body she knew I was aching to enjoy for myself. I could still see her as I raised that sheet, she

*knock, knock, knock*,....................

*KNOCK, ... KNOCK, ... KNOCK*.......................................

"OH MY GOD," I whispered, ... "oh my god!" ... my pulse was soaring! A flash of lightning lit up the room. With my shaking hand , I pulled back the covers and rose to my feet like a shivering tower. I could sense my nipples grazing my slip. My legs dragged me to the door. I reached for the knob, ... then I opened the door.

Standing before me was my gorgeous girl, her head was lowered, her eyes were raised with a hopeful look in her expression. My focus traveled down her body, her thin little gown just couldn't hide.
Our eyes met. Our lingering exchange seemed like hours. She knew what I wanted, ... I know what she needs.
~ I ever so slowly stepped to the side, she entered my room, then I closed the door, ... no words were spoken, ... not one at all. ~

I stared at the door then I turned around. I gazed at her body, she stared at mine, she gazed at my breasts with a gleam in her eye, then she raised her hand and pinched her nipple. I slowly placed my foot and took a step forward. A few seconds later, she did the same. Our eyes were locked, our hearts were racing, as we closed the distance, ... one inch at a time.
I gently traced my hand across her chin.

"You knew all along, ... didn't you," I whispered.
"I wanted to see if I could draw your attention," she whispered in return.
"You're beautiful," I whispered as I traced my fingers thru her hair, ... "so fresh, ...

"You are too mother," she whispered as she so slowly cupped my breast.
"So much larger," she whispered.

I reached out and felt hers as well, ... "so soft, ... so round."

"You grew up so fast," I whispered.
"I have your legs," she whispered as she twirled her thigh slowly.
"Yes, you do," I replied as I slid my hand up that thigh.
"Teasing your mother comes at a price," I whispered as I trailed my fingers across her
pussy. "Can you keep a secret?" I asked.
"Yes, I can."
"I want you Bethany, ... I have for a while," I whispered as I wrapped my arm around her
waist.
"That day in the kitchen, ... did you look at my ass?" she asked.
"I couldn't look away," I replied.

A genuine smile grew upon her face, she held my hand, "you wanna eat me, ... don't you mother," she asked so tauntingly. I leaned in slowly, ... gazing at her mouth, then ever so slowly I kissed her lips. Our trembling lips, ... the moment they touched, they fell in love. That kiss exploded, that thunder roared, our long for each other had finally arrived.
I held her close, she squeezed me tight as we throttled each other with a fearless tongue. A frenzy of kisses ensued, "Oh Bethany," I gasped, ... "sweetheart." She grabbed my ass so quickly, ... "Oh god," I whispered as I lathered her neck so aggressively. She raised my slip, she pulled it higher, I rolled my shoulders and it was gone.
Button by button I began opening her gown, "not a word about this," I whispered. I quickly peeled her gown from her soft shoulders, and watched it fall to the floor.
I broke free, and gazed at my daughter, ... I stared into her eyes, ... then I led her to the bed, ... and pulled back the covers, ... I didn't say a word.

The lightning struck and the thunder roared as I crept to the other side of the bed. I slid into the bed like a serpent, and rested on my side, gazing at my loving daughter. Our bodies merged, ... our legs became entangled, "I want you sweetheart," I whispered then I gave her a gentle kiss.
She assaulted her mother with a thrashing kiss, hands were roaming forbidden flesh. "Jesus,..." I whispered. It was cataclysmic, a passionate secret was taking place.
"Oh god Mother!" she yelped as she ravished my breasts so aggressively. "Suck your mothers breasts," I whispered. Her open mouth and wandering tongue felt sensational. "That's it sweetheart." I slid my hand down her lower back and clenched her cheek with my trembling hand. I squeezed firmly and spanked it twice.
The lightning flashed, ... the thunder roared.

I could wait no longer, I pulled on her body, I pulled it hard, ... and I didn't stop till she sat on my face! I shoved my face soooo deep. I sucked her soaking fresh pussy, I sucked it well as I held her ass in my hands,
"OH GOD," I cried out with such delight. I frantically devoured her. "Ooooohhhh sweetheart," I sighed as I felt her face between my legs. I smothered myself, I really did, I couldn't believe how good it was, making love to another female was exhilarating! Such a soft sensual body and deliciously sweet. Kissing, is, Oh man, ... addictive. I was sampling the ass I've longed to taste. I lathered her up and drove my tongue deep in her hole. I rimmed my girl, I did indeed, and I didn't stop for quite some time. "OOOOOhhhhhhhh mother," she cried out, ... "yeah, that's good isn't it," I said in return, ... "really good, she replied." Beth was dining on her mother too, ... "Oh, Bethany." She wasn't as shy as I predicted, "Oh my." Feeling her tongue me was, beyond description. "Pop~Rocks", the candy, found at your local store, I placed some on my tongue and sent her to the moon, try it.

No more taunting, ... no more words.

We rolled onto our sides, we continued to feast, I just couldn't stop, neither could she. I pressed her thigh and opened her up and dove between her youthful legs. I couldn't believe her was so mature looking, she was just fourteen! "Ohhh Bethany," I love this! I cried. That sixty-nine was hard to break. I swallowed her juices, she swallowed mine. It was a feeding frenzy. The fever was high, ... my head was spinning. Here I was eating my daughter, my fourteen-year-old daughter, ... I never felt so alive.

Feeling her cheeks against my face was captivating. I pressed them against my face, attempting to smother myself in ecstasy. Bethany was face down, sucking my pussy, licking my clit, ... I was cumming like crazy, she was too. I sucked her firm little titties. They were so round and aching for tongue. I licked her legs for over thirty minutes alone, canvassing every inch of her gorgeous flesh. "I can't stop," I yelped.

Bethany was busy indeed. I loved how she sucked my breasts. She became insatiable. She pulled me to the edge of the bed and tossed my legs behind me, "Ohhh sweetheart," I yelped. She proceeded to devour me. Her appetite was major-league for a girl her age. She loved eating pussy much as I did. We were hooked.

That storm didn't pass till 4am, as it drifted away, we drifted to sleep. Spooned together, I held my daughter as she slept in peace. Her fear of storms breached that wall with a flash of lightning, and a flash of desire.

When morning came, she woke with a smile, I greeted my daughter with a loving kiss. "Good morning sunshine," I said, as I stroked her hair. "Ohhh mother,"... Oh mom," we both began to nervously giggle. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I'm justtt fine," she replied. "Incredible," I whispered, ... "you are incredible!"
"I'm taking you out for breakfast."

Sitting at the restaurant felt like we were on a different planet all of the sudden. We were bearing a secret that was hard to conceal. She drove me insane all the way home with those legs, Jesus. I proudly rested my hand on that thigh of hers, I did indeed, touching her flesh, squeezing her leg. "Would you like to put your pillow in my bed?" I asked on the way home. "It's already there," she replied.

It blossomed quickly. We developed a code so we could text each other without suspicion. She looked absolutely stunning in my lingerie. I allowed her to shop online to purchase some for herself, it was enticing. Unmarked packages began arriving soon thereafter, ... more toys.
I decided to take it a step further by introducing her to a strap-on, oh my. I purchased a realistic 7" toy. "I have something you might enjoy," I said with a grin one afternoon.

"Look under that pillow on the sofa," I said.
"Wow," what is this??" she asked.
"Ever had something like that inside you?" I asked.
"MMM," ... no," she replied.
"Tonight?" I asked, ... she lit up like a Christmas tree, "yes!"
"Ohhhh yes mother," she said with such anticipation.

She was already in my bed when I entered the bedroom. "I'll be gentle," I said as I strapped the harness on, "you're gonna get laid tonight my dear," I said. "I can't wait!", she squealed as she watched me closely. She held the dong while I prepared. "That shouldn't be too big, ... I'll go easy," I said as I slid it in place. "Look at that," I said as I stood above her. She just gleamed.

"Lay on your back darlin," I said. The thought of fucking her was insanely erotic. "Relax," I said as I spread her legs wide. "MMMM, ... look at you girl." "How excited are you right now?" I asked. She was panting, ... panting.
I crawled on top of her looking into her eyes, "it might hurt at first but soon you will crave it," I said as I stroked her hair.

"We'll take it nice and slow," I said as I began kissing her.
"I'm so excited," she said, ...
"let's begin," I replied.

I swiped the head of that dong up and down her soaking virgin pussy, "just relax," I whispered. As soon as I entered, she gasped, "wow," she said, "it's so big." "I'll go slow," ... "open yourself up" I said softly.

Just watching her expression was tantalizing ...

"Ohhhh that feels better now," she replied, ...
"that's it honey," ... as I gave her another inch.
"Feeeeeeel that," I whispered. She began gasping, squinting yet she wanted more.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, ...
"I'm okay," as I slowly rocked my hips, I could feel it sliding into her.
"That's it," I said, as she began to moan.
"You look amazing," I said as I began slowly pumping her tight pussy.

I felt guilty taking her virginity, yet the alternative was littered with risk. Inch by inch I slid that dong deeper inside, "relaxxxx," I said as I gave her the final inch, "MMMMMM", I whispered, "how does that feel inside you?" I whispered as I watch my daughters frightened eyes turn lustful. "Oh mother!" she sighed, "Ohhhhh wow," she whispered, a few minutes later, her began to dance.

"Yessss sweetheart," take mommies cock."
"You did it," I whispered, ... "you've got it all!" I said as I kissed her cheek.
"Ohhhh wow," she gasped as her legs grew wider.
"I'm gonna fuck you, nice and slow," I whispered.
I couldn't believe I was fucking my teenage daughter for her first time.

A month later, she was taking that dong like a star. I began tagging her before she left for school, in missionary, as the morning birds chirped in the windows, right on the living room floor. She would send me texts from school, telling me how good it was, it was so incredibly erotic.
I sent her to school freshly fucked more times than I care to admit, yet it was requested. We were fucking each other all the time, ... I mean all the time. We indulged in the wee hours of the night, sometimes I would wake to find her licking me, I did the same to her.
Our paths were destined to collide.

"There was nothing, ... nothing more erotic than holding my daughter in my arms as she shuddered an orgasm beneath me, feeling her gasping breath on my face, her soft tender moans, it was magical."

A mothers confession, ... no guilt, no shame. / Carrie