Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2022 23:56:37 -0700 From: Hey All Subject: Career Mothers (bisexual, incest) "Career Mothers" by HeyAll The following story contains f/f lesbian acts, mom/son, and mother/daughter incest. To find more of my work on Nifty, search 'heyall' Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories ***** ~~~ Nicole -- Technology Sales Rep ~~~ A woman sits naked in a hotel room. It's morning and sunlight is shining through the open curtains. On the bed are things she'll wear for the day. Stockings. Bra and panties. Office skirt. Blouse and blazer. On the floor, her heels. The woman's name is Nicole, and after she gets dressed, she puts the final touches on her makeup and fixes her hair in a slick ponytail. She is the ideal employee for a tech company's sales team. Attractive. Sharp. Mannered. She heads to the elevator and goes to the lobby. These kinds of bustling hotels give her a rush. To her, they represent status and the fruits of her labor. Corporate men and women are coming and going. The conference starts in two hours. Conversations are immense. It fills her with pride that she's amongst leaders and these are her peers. Breakfast is light and she has coffee with colleagues and new acquaintances. Nerves are growing, but she's ready. Excited. This isn't her first big conference. She's attended several throughout her career. It's being on the cutting edge that's the most fun, giving her the sensation of being on the front lines. She watches with a hawkeye as new products are being presented on stage. Career advancement is everything to her -- but there's also other things on her mind... As the day goes on -- then winds down -- Nicole is aware of the typical gazes from men, hoping to get into her panties. Hookups are common in hotel rooms after conferences. It's the ideal setting for working professionals to fuck in the secrecy of a hotel. No strings attached. Nicole appreciates the glances, but ignores them. Men aren't what she's looking for. Sometimes, but not today. While enjoying a steak dinner with colleagues, the day's work gradually slips from her mind. She engages in the usual banter, but slowly starts to pull away, instead thinking about her other plans. Everyone is exhausted after dinner and they go to their separate rooms. The night is still young and Nicole rinses her body in the shower. A week ago, she placed an online ad looking for a discreet female companion. Attached was a picture of herself with her face cropped to remain anonymous. She was open to different ages and ethnicities, as long as it was someone respectable. There were 11 responses total, many seemed immature or unserious, which she deleted. The ones that got her attention, she emailed back. She settled on an Indian-American woman named Preena, age 46, because they were both professional women with the same interests. They both traveled for conferences. There was a strong physical attraction with the pictures they'd shared. And they both enjoyed being a pillow princess. This is their second time together, both running on fumes because of the different events they attended earlier, but with enough energy to make the night memorable. Both dressed casually, but with pricey attire to highlight their careers. Great hotel sex requires elegance mixed with sleaze. Being with an Indian woman had always been high on Nicole's list of things to do. They talked briefly, keeping things light and easy going. Then it was down to business, a much different kind of business than earlier in the day. Since this is Nicole's hotel room, it's only fair that she's the pillow princess first. They get naked, marvel at each other's figure, and she lays flat on the bed. She spreads her legs and enjoys what Preena has to offer. Sensual kisses on the face and mouth, going down to the breasts, finishing up with a long round of oral sex. The orgasm is better than yesterday because there was more familiarity between them. They were candid about what they liked, and as business women, they know how to listen, learn, and follow through. After her orgasm, Nicole lays there with erect nipples, while Preena cuddles with her and strokes her hair. It's part of the pillow princess experience. "Do you have a lot of satisfying sex in your life?" Preena asks. Nicole lays there, looking at the ceiling. "Here and there. These days, sex is like a transaction for me. I'm married to my job." "Based on your body's response, it seems you have a lot of pent-up, sexual energy. Tell me about the best sex you've ever had, if you're comfortable." "The best? I would have to go way back." "I'm listening," Preena says, then gives a kiss on the forehead. Nicole thinks. "It was when I moved to college, in a dorm. I had a boyfriend, more like a fuck buddy. We did it in his dorm. I think what made it so great was that I was away from my parents. I felt free. I let everything go and allowed myself to enjoy it." "What turns you on the most?" Preena asks. "Rule breaking." "Biggest rule you've ever broken?" "These encounters," Nicole replies. "Hotel meet-ups. Creating online profiles and making ads to meet people after attending a conference. I never do this near my home. Discretion is a must." "Hardest you've ever been fucked?" "An aggressive businessman a few years ago with a big dick. In my hotel room. But I want to say it was a woman with a strap-on last year. Also a hotel fling. Her room. I think that may have been the hardest I've been fucked." "Sounds like your job is ideal for what your body needs." "Traveling has its perks," Nicole says. "Sex is one of them. I meet new people, then have experiences that I would otherwise never have." Preena continues stroking her hair. "Agreed. We find pleasure and excitement that vanilla people could never imagine, all because of our careers." "The hidden luxury of hotels." "Speaking of hidden, what's the most taboo fantasy you've ever had? Something you want, but will never, ever try." "I've already done everything I've wanted. I'm a woman of simple taste when it comes to sex." "There has to be a secret fantasy somewhere in that pretty head of yours." Nicole smiles. "Secret fantasy? I don't have time for that. Outside of my job, I'm a mother. I get what I need from women like you, that's it." As she lays there, enjoying her orgasmic bliss, she notices a look of deviance in Preena's eyes. It's a familiar expression. She's done this enough times to know when a lover wants something more, something dangerous. "May I see your family pictures?" Preena asks, using a polite tone. "That's an unusual request." "I like seeing the complexity of women like you. I've already seen the business version, then the sexual side. Now I want a glimpse into your home life." "Sorry, but I'll have to decline." Preena gives a nice smile. "After the orgasm I gave you? Two days in a row, my tongue provided a great service. Indulge me with your family pictures." "You're unstoppable." "Only if I truly want something. Show me, then treat me like a pillow princess." Fair is fair. The oral service she had gotten was worth it. She gets out of bed and gets her laptop. Both women are still naked. Then she enters her password and goes to the picture gallery, preparing to reveal more of herself to an online hookup than ever before. She places the laptop on the bed as Preena lays down and gets comfortable. "What would you like to see?" Nicole asks. "Give me the laptop. I'll decide while you eat me." "Promise you won't look at my documents or private accounts?" "I swear. I'm only interested in your family life." That response is so deviant that Nicole knows that Preena only has sexual thoughts in mind. They get into position. This time, Nicole is the giver, while Preena gets to be the pillow princess who lays there and receives oral. Nicole positions herself between the dark brown legs and brings her mouth towards the pink opening. Her longtime fantasy of licking an Indian woman was worth it. She performs. What makes this different is that Preena neither looks at her, nor does she lay back and enjoy. That's how normal people react when Nicole is working her magic. Instead she sees Preena's attention on the laptop, scrolling through pictures, zooming in and out, when necessary. What is this woman looking at? Nicole thinks. Are these pictures more interesting than my mouth? She pushes her tongue deep and Preena barely flinches. A sign that this woman has a particular fetish. A family fetish? Nicole wonders. A while later, the mood changes, Preena stops scrolling through the pictures, finds something she likes, and enjoys the ride. Nicole senses the orgasm coming and finishes the job with her tongue and sucking motion. She swallows when the pillow princess cums. Delicious. It always is. It always gives her a sense of power to leave a woman trembling with pleasure. Nicole sits upright on the bed and admires her work, a spread-eagled Indian woman shivering, wet between the legs. "What were you looking at?" she asks. "I've been wondering for the last few minutes." "Take a look." She stands and retrieves her laptop, while Preena lays there smiling. The picture on the screen is Nicole with her son at the beach. It was taken a few years ago, one of the few times she went on an actual vacation. The image is full-screen and zoomed-in from their waist to their faces. "That's my son," Nicole says. "Not some random stud I met at the beach." "I'm aware. That's why it made me cum. A spectacular cum, I should add." "Are you attracted to my son?" "Haven't you figured it out?" Preena asks. "Enlighten me." "I came thinking of you and him together. Look at your body in that picture. Look at how attractive you are. What's his name? I'm sure he wants you." Nicole shakes her head. "That gave you an orgasm? Not my mouth?" "Both did, together. Don't tell me you've never thought about it." "Thought about what?" "Fucking your son." She closes the picture gallery and folds the laptop, placing it on the desk where it belongs. Then she lays next to Preena and they're still naked together. Their bodies face each other. Orgasm is an aroma that makes the bed smell like a garden. "Is that your thing?" Nicole asks. "I thought you were a lesbian." "I'm whatever gets me off." "And I thought you were a proper lady." Preena gives a sly expression. "Says the sales rep who meets people online for sex." "Touche." "Let's be honest, Nicole, this may be the last night we ever meet. Tell me about that picture with your son." "What about it?" "Start by telling me his name." Nicole shakes her head, then smiles. "His name is Andrew, he's 21 years old. He lives with me. And he's studying to become a biologist." "How about that vacation? Was he admiring your body?" "No more, no less, than any other son with their mother." Preena lifts an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? Look at that picture. That body. Those tits in that bikini top." "Okay, there were glances, but I sort of expected it. That's not how I typically dress. Even at home, I'm buttoned up." "How did it feel having that freedom on the beach?" "That's not something I think about. I try to avoid those thoughts." "I'm asking you, how did it feel at the time?" "Awkward. Unnerving. Weird." "But did you like it?" Preena asks. "I thought it was a telling moment in our relationship." "You're so vague. But this never lies." She lays still as Preena reaches forward and touches between her legs, slipping a finger inside of her vagina. "Doesn't prove anything," Nicole says, holding still while being fingered. "You ate me out, and I did the same for you. Of course I'm wet." "This is fresh, warm. Tell me more about the beach." Nicole gulps, which she tries to hide. "It was our first vacation together since... God knows how long. I had free time and I wanted to stay at home. Instead I chose to take my son to a tropical destination, somewhere we both wanted to go. I felt it was my chance to maintain a tight bond with Andrew because we're often apart. I work a lot, travel a lot. He's always in college and hanging out with friends. She continues, "That's how it happened. We shared a bungalow. It was hot, so we barely wore anything. I saw it as a chance to work on my tan, so I wore less. It's the beach, after all. Andrew would look in my direction. At first I thought it was because he was surprised to see me like that, that maybe he was happy that I was able to be free. Then I realized he was checking me out. I think I had the best pair of legs in that area." "Was your son gawking?" "No, very discreet. I can always tell when men are checking out my legs. Boys will be boys. My son is no exception." "Accidental nudity?" "No, God no. I never let that happen." "Did he look at your chest when you wore that bikini top?" "A few times, after a swim. I'm sure my breasts were glistening with ocean water. He glanced. Then looked away. Perfectly normal, wasn't gross." "Do you think your son masturbates to those moments? Your handsome son, whacking off to the image of your boobies and legs. Or have you thought about Andrew?" Nicole shakes her head. "God no... at least I tried not to." "So there's a part of you that's open to these ideas." "What ideas are you talking about?" "The concept that a mother can play dual roles in the household." Having heard enough, Nicole lays flat on her back, arms outstretched, and looks at the ceiling. These two days with Preena have been a pleasure and the orgasmic feeling lingers in every corner of her body. "I already have dual roles," Nicole says, erect nipples pointing upwards. "I'm a mother, I'm also a business woman. That's my duality." "Not the duality I'm talking about. I'm referring to the concept that a woman can be a loving mother -- and a loving whore -- to the same person." "Mother and whore? Really?" "That's correct," Preena says. "These aren't new concepts. They have been around for a long time. Only in the shadows, deep within history books." It's Preena's turn to stand and get something; Nicole watches the woman go to her clothes to get a phone, which she flips through. "Let me show you something," Preena says, swiping through her phone. "Have a look at this. Tell me what you think." Nicole is handed the phone and she looks. It's a picture of Preena and a young Indian woman, presumably a daughter, both wearing graduation gowns. Both hugging each other and smiling. Their smiles and facial structures are similar. "You're a lucky woman," Nicole says. "You have an amazing daughter." "Keep swiping the screen. Don't stop until you see something interesting." She swipes the screen, more graduation photos, more family pictures. Other pictures of Preena's personal life, conference pics, a normal life in academia. Normal pictures of a mother with a daughter. The elder women in her family wear traditional Indian garb wrapped around their bodies. Then something catches her eye. Makes her stop cold. A nude picture. After a moment of reflection, she realizes it's the young Indian woman from the graduation photo, naked in bed, legs spread like a pillow princess. Wetness around the vaginal entrance. Vaginal lips that are the same shape and color as what Preena was blessed with. Definitely a daughter. "Why do you have this in your phone?" Nicole asks, afraid of the potential answer. "Keep swiping." Nicole swipes through a few other nude pictures, blended with regular family and work pictures, to see an image of the daughter on her knees -- giving oral sex to the same pussy that Nicole recently ate. Mother and daughter incest. It gives her a strange chill. "That's your daughter," Nicole says. "As I mentioned, it's the duality of a mother." "Who else knows?" "Just you." "Why are you telling me?" "Because we're the same. Obsessed with work. But there's more to life than our careers. When I saw that picture of you with Andrew, it made me horny, and I saw a world of possibilities. That's why I came so hard. The taboo of you fucking your son is sublime. Now I want you to consider doing it." "I can say with full confidence that you're the most interesting woman I've ever met. Sexually speaking, that is." "Would you consider doing it?" "Not a chance," Nicole replies. "I don't believe you. Shall we make a bet?" "How?" "Do you have any of those vacation pictures on your phone?" Preena asks. "Yes, I do." "Text your son a scandalous picture. Make a sexual innuendo as a comment. If he also replies with a sexual innuendo, then you explore things further. I will guide you." Wanting to disprove her lesbian lover, Nicole gets her phone and texts her son. First she attaches a picture -- the image that Preena had looked at earlier -- then she sends it. She follows that with a text message about how she knew he was looking, asking if he enjoyed it. Putting the phone down, she's certain that Andrew wouldn't reply with anything as salacious. This was her way of calling Preena's bluff. They talk, even laugh about it. It's girl talk while naked in bed, with incest on their minds. Her phone beeps when her son replies. Before checking the message, a rush of adrenaline flows through Nicole, wondering how her son would respond. Now she has second thoughts. Boys will be boys. And they love older women. When she reads the text message, with Preena scooting closer to see the response, she realizes that her relationship with Andrew is more complex than previously thought. ~~~ Preena -- Education & Policy Advisor ~~~ The world of academia is largely pretentious, but Preena loves it. There's a feeling of pride you get from being at the forefront of intellectual thought. Parallel to her main career teaching political science and research, she's also a state policy advisor for the redrawing of district lines -- with emphasis on the AAPI (Asian American Pacific Islander) community. Right now she's in the conference hall of a hotel, scheduled to speak in 30 minutes regarding her annual findings. These are her peers in state policy and she knows most of them. Her phone buzzes. It's break time in between presentations. The best practice is turning the phone off, but there are other considerations on her mind: updates regarding this conference, news from faculty or students, her family, sexual adventures... She checks her phone. Nicole texts: Where are you? What are you wearing? Preena texts: Black & purple dress. Goes knee length. Shows hips and curves, but its fine. Im in a conference hall Nicole: Go to the bathroom and take your panties off. Now. Then I will send you a long email I wrote. I have pics/vids also Preena: You are evil. You know Im speaking soon Nicole: I remember your schedule. Thats why im texting right now Preena: How the tables have turned. Hang on She checks the clock, more than enough time to handle these matters. She goes to the bathroom -- phone in hand -- dodging colleagues to avoid work-related discussions. That comes later. This comes first. In the bathroom stall, she pulls her panties off. She lifts the front of her dress and takes a picture of her bare crotch. Her dress is form-fitting so there's nowhere to hide her panties, so she tosses them in the garbage after leaving the stall. The silk panties are expensive and designer brand, but her relationship with Nicole is priceless. For the last few months, she'd been coaching Nicole on how to engage in a sexual relationship with a son. She'd explained the benefits and psychology. She knew based on their fling that it was a real possibility, that somewhere deep within a woman like Nicole, there was a sexual liberation waiting to happen. Preena texts the picture of her bare crotch, along with the message, `All done,' to show that she had fulfilled her end of the deal. Usually it's Preena who has control of their online relationship, but Nicole has the ultimate bargaining chip. Returning to the conference area is different. Her form-fitting dress has no panties underneath. Would anyone notice the difference around her hips? She could feel air flowing between her legs with each step. All she can think about is sex. She checks her phone minutes before her presentation. There's an email from Nicole titled, `Sun for my son.' and she does everything in her power to avoid reading it. Her presentation starts soon. People take their seats and the host gives background on Preena and introduces her. For the next 30 minutes, she takes the stage and discusses how the upcoming redistricting plans will impact the AAPI community. Her presentation is fact-based, focused heavily on research, and every word is rehearsed to make sure it fits within the allotted time. But her pussy is wet. Dripping, almost. And she's not wearing panties. As she speaks, there's a lingering fear in the back of her mind that she'll drip on the carpet. It sounds ludicrous, but certain people in the world know how truly wet Preena can become under the right circumstances. The speech ends and Preena fields questions from the audience. Three in total. Policy questions. When it's done, she takes a seat and the host introduces the next speaker. Preena sits down, and as a featured speaker, she has prime seating with reasonable space and her back is against the wall. She checks her phone, trying to be casual about her actions. In this day and age, using electronics while someone is giving a presentation is normal. All she has to do is pretend she's typing notes. No, this can't wait. This has to be known as soon as possible. Real incest? The information is like food, best served hot. Waiting will make the food turn cold. Less appetizing. Less likely to satiate her carnal needs. She opens the email on her phone: ~~~~~ Dear Preena, I hope you're doing well. I'm wondering where you're reading this message. In your hotel? Conference hall? At a cafe somewhere? I suspect it's someplace public, because let's face it, you're impatient. Bad bitch, wherever you decide. This past week, I took your words to heart, and you're right. Fucking my son would be the ultimate life experience, one that I've been looking for, but could never find. At first I thought it was insane, but the more I engaged these thoughts, the more my body responded. My brain thinks it's crazy. But my heart wants what it wants. My pussy has decided. Saturday I went topless in my backyard pool. I knew my son was home and that it was likely that he'd see me. I told myself that if Andrew escalated the situation, then I would take things further. Something like a sign from the universe, like you mentioned. As I laid topless on a lounge chair, with my big sunglasses on, I noticed him looking. I was positioned so that I could see our house. He watched by the window. Not long, but enough to have a lasting impression of me. My nipples were rock hard. I wondered if his cock was hard, too. Moments later, he came to the backyard entrance and asked if we could order pizza, instead of a home cooked meal. I took this as a sign that he wanted a closer look. The pizza was an excuse to come closer and see my tits. I said yes to the pizza. He moved away slowly. Something kicked inside of me, pushing me towards the inevitable storm, and I asked if he would put lotion on my back. I had no clue how he'd react, but it was exactly like you said. A son like Andrew would hesitate, play it cool, act natural, but would agree. He approached and I turned around. It was the first time we ever did anything like that, where he touched the entire length of my back, especially while I was topless. We talked about random things. Things that seemed inconsequential. I asked if he was dating anyone. When he said, `no,' I asked if he was `fucking' anyone. That shocked him because I only curse when I get angry. Never from talking about sex. Andrew told me that he was having sex with someone in college. I asked about it, we had a frank discussion. Our first time doing anything like that. When the conversation ran dry, I had the sense that he wanted to know about me. I told Andrew that I last had sex with an Indian-American woman at a hotel (you!). He paused, hesitant about engaging the subject. I turned around, my breasts facing towards him, and my nipples were rock fucking hard. I told Andrew to apply lotion on my breasts and he did it. Just like you predicted he would. It was the best sensation that male hands had ever brought to my breasts. I kept wondering if it was Andrew, as a man, or the fact that he was my son. The breast play ended and I told him to order the pizza. Lunch was normal. Surprisingly not awkward at all. At night, I kept thinking to myself, if his hands could do that to me, then what could the rest of him do? Again, my thought process was just like you predicted. Our correspondence served as a road map for how I handled the situation. The next day I invited him to the pool. Keep in mind, we never did anything like that together. Not in our pool. I use it on the weekends, morning. Andrew typically swims on weekdays towards the evening. But he agreed, as expected. Andrew came with his swimming trunks and tshirt. I wore a bikini with a big tshirt over it. Being honest, I had no idea what I was going to do. I had a few ideas, sure, but I didn't have an exact gameplan. I figured I'd see where my mood took the situation. When we were both there, getting warmed up to dive in the pool, I realized that I wanted to take things further. Andrew was charming in how he handled everything and I responded to my son's maturity. I was aroused. I was wet. For him, of all people. I pulled off my tshirt, tossing it to the floor. Then I reached back and undid my bikini top. Same with my bottom. I was naked for the first time in our backyard. Naked in front of my son. Keep in mind, we live in a middle-class neighborhood. A lucky neighbor could have seen it; not sure if anyone did. Andrew was wide-eyed but remained cool about it. He loved the sight of me naked; either he was drawn to my figure, or he was proud of my boldness. He didn't ask why I was naked, he enjoyed seeing my nips and labia. There was a bulge in his swimming trunks, a growing erection, so I told him to dive into the water first and he did. I dove after him, hoping his erection was still available for me. We swam for a bit, then I pinned him against the wall of the pool. His erection was fading from the coolness of the water, but my hand brought it back to life. He didn't fight it or argue. I think he worried that talking about this might have made me reconsider. My hand massaged his cock while I was plotting my next move. At that point, I was too embarrassed to perform sex acts where he could see me clearly. I wasn't ready for that yet. So I freed his cock underwater, then I dipped into the pool. I sucked him underwater, where he could only see a blurry version of me. When I needed air, I'd come up and breathe, seeing the excited look on his face, then I'd dive down again to continue my motherly work. We kept it casual after that, played it cool. He didn't want to press the situation by asking me too many questions. He didn't want to ruin a good thing. That night, I wore my best lingerie and went to his bedroom. I even brought my phone with me. We fucked. Best sex with a male I've ever had. Everything I felt that night was exactly as you had described. The taboo made me desire it more. And the taboo made Andrew fuck me hard. It went both ways. In having sex with my son, we reached the depravity of our hearts. I want to thank you, Preena, for everything. Finding you online was a blessing. We'll meet sometime in the future, not sure when. But we're both travelers, working women, professionals. Women like us are hunters, we move where our duty takes us. Plus we have the same desires it seems. Attached are some pics and vids. Faces cropped, of course, I never share face pics when there's sex involved. I have too much to lose, just like you. Love, Nicole ~~~~~ The presentation continues and Preena ignores the speaker. She's pretending to work, pretending to look at something important on her phone, when in reality she's salivating over the fruits of her labor. True incest. Mother and son. Waiting is impossible, even though the better move would be to wait until she gets back to her hotel room, so she can watch these images on her laptop in high quality. But she can't fight her curiosity when it comes to this. Who can? She clicks on the attached image and sees a selfie snapshot of Nicole's white body under the sun, near a backyard pool as described in the email, with pink nipples glistening. No face, just a small set of topless pics from different angles. Then there's the video. Preena looks around, making sure that no one is peeping at the screen of her phone. She's glad she has the right seat for privacy. The policy wonks, government bureaucrats, and researchers are busy listening to a speech. Preena has true incest on her mind, making her pantyless pussy shiver. She plays the video, a phone recording of a naked woman riding a young man. No faces, as expected, with the woman holding the phone that shows her body bouncing in bed. The female body is Nicole's, all too familiar by now, thrusting on a cock in the heat of passion. The male body belongs to Andrew, matching the vacation picture that made Preena cum months ago. Preena brings the phone to her ear, pressing the volume button that will unmute the sound by a single notch. Anything louder, and people might hear, then Preena's hard earned reputation will be forever destroyed. With the phone touching her ear, she hears the faint sound of fucking, moaning, and the bed squeaking. Her pussy is in knots listening to this. Her stomach twists. It's hard to breathe. She turns the volume off and looks at the screen again, the mom/son fucking continues. Then she turns her phone off, sits upright and pretends to listen to the speaker, blending in with everyone else. Her dress is almost stained with her vaginal fluids. The sexual aroma between her legs creates a perfume. During the break, Preena has to choose between rushing to the bathroom and finger-fucking herself on the toilet, or texting Nicole in the hallway. She chooses her lover, walking briskly across the hotel for privacy, avoiding friends and colleagues, dismissing the usual conversations they'd share between presentations. Preena texts: Did you touch yourself recently ? She waits for a reply, walking around to avoid anyone talking to her. Nicole: I came early this morning thinking about it. Preena: Do you feel guilty? Nicole: Yes. Lots Preena: What do you do to alleviate the guilt Nicole: Ive gone back and reread our emails. I focus on your words, your advice. Your philosophy on the matter. I focus on the fact that im a good person, that im a great mother, that Andrew is drawn to this. He loves it more than me, i think Preena: I think guilt shouldnt happen. Things happen for reasons. We should do everything we can to do the right thing, but we should never starve or deny what we need and crave. Nicole: Im still figuring things out. My life with Andrew will change, for sure. How? For the better? To be determined, but its all i think about. I honestly feel that I can be a better mother as a result of this Preena: These feelings take time. I'll guide you through it. Have to go soon Nicole: I like that we have vanilla proper lives, but we do filthy obedient sex acts in secret. Texts and emails aren't the best venue for discussing this, though it's very hot. We have to meet again in the future. Preena: Someones coming, have to go, bye Nicole: Enjoy the conference, babe A friend comes and speaks with Preena, who now sports blushing cheeks and a wetter pussy that threatens to leak down her thighs. The friend talks about their plans for lunch. Preena thinks about the dildo upstairs in her luggage, how she plans to fuck herself later that night. When the day winds down and it's night, having finished dinner with colleagues and new friends, Preena sticks to her top priority. She goes to her hotel room and fucks herself while watching the mom/son sex video on her laptop. She's in bed, back against the wall and pillow, keeping the laptop volume loud so she can hear each moan that comes out of Nicole's mouth. A dildo has never come in such handy before. Preena is laying on a spread towel and she plunges the sex toy into her hungry pussy while watching the video. Her orgasm is necessary. She can't exist without orgasms like this. When she finishes, she pauses the video to an image of Nicole's bare breasts, then lays in bed for a while longer. The dildo gets rinsed and placed on the bathroom counter. The dirty towel is folded and placed on the floor. She stands naked by the window, looking at the city view. Her voluptuous brown body can be seen by anyone in the street, if they look up at the right window. She lets her toes dig into the carpet. What is her daughter doing right now? 8:47 pm. She sits on the bed and opens her Skype account to call. Nude. Her favorite way of presenting herself to her daughter. "Hey mom," Christine says over the laptop video call. "I've been thinking about you. I needed to see your face." Christine smiles at the screen. "That's nice. Why are you naked?" "Long story. I'll explain everything when I get back. You'll want to hear this." "Well, I'm excited." "Did you cum?" Preena asks. "Not today. Why?" "I would like to see you." "Sure, okay. Now?" "Yes, my dear, right now." "Okay, hang on," Christine says. "Let me prepare." Preena pulls a chair towards the window. She puts the laptop on the floor, facing her direction, and she sits down and spreads her legs. Her nakedness is facing the laptop and the view of the city. Anyone looking from outside will have a good view. Her daughter Christine is at home in the bedroom, getting naked in front of the screen. The daughter puts her laptop on the bed and she lays back against the wall, her pussy towards the webcam. Mother and daughter. Both naked. Their bodies are the same shape, though Preena is bustier and Christine is thinner with youth. Their bodies are dark brown. Their nipples are black. Their labia share the identical heart-shape and their insides are pink. Lush black pubic hairs. They chat and the conversation flows easily. They talk about work and the conference and boys the daughter is interested in. Eventually the conversation turns to sex. They compare notes on their sexual feelings from the last two days, being honest and gasping in turn. Preena tells her daughter everything. Her friend Nicole, their email exchanges, going pantyless at the conference, and the dildo masturbation she finished. As they talk, their hands wander, drifting below. They stroke and squeeze their breasts and nipples and rub their clits. They talk about the dirty things they want to do with each other. Reunions are always hot for them. They talk about how they want to lick and suck each other's nipples, play with each other's clits, and slide their fingers and tongues deep inside the other's wet pussy. They get so turned on that they start fingering themselves. Soon they moan and gasp with pleasure, their bodies writhing and their juices flowing. Everything guided by the strength of their minds and the naughtiness of their imaginations. Cumming at the same time, between mother and daughter, is a religious experience that binds their hearts together. Every single time. Preena relaxes in the chair, watching her daughter on the laptop screen, laying in bed. It's always a special moment when their bodies throb in pleasure. "You're always the good girl," Preena says. "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow when I get back." "Okay, bye. I loved tonight's cum. So refreshing. Love you, mom." "Love you, Christine." Her daughter smiles, waves goodnight, and closes the chat. Preena takes the laptop and places it on the table. In a final act of deviance, Preena forwards Nicole's email to her daughter. Pictures, videos, and all. A final act of education for the night. The End Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories