Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 15:58:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Holly Caught Her mother (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, F/FF Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and her mother and friend. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Holly Caught Her Mother By Jan My name is Holly, and I am of Scottish descent. I have a thick head of dark brown hair that is cropped into a pageboy. I have to admit that I am a little overweight, but I still think my figure is attractive enough. I am 28-years-old, and my mother is 48-years-old. We resemble each other a lot. About two and a half months ago I noticed that she was starting to wear revealing clothes around the house. She would often wear a thin blouse without a bra, so that I could see her breasts through the material. I also noticed that she would enter my room when I would get home from work and be changing clothes. One evening while I was admiring myself in my full length mirror I noticed my mother standing in the doorway, rubbing her crotch while watching me. I found the prospect very erotic that my mother was interested in me sexually. I started deliberately parading my naked body around the house from the bathroom to my room, in an effort to tease my mother. I started selecting sexier items of clothing to stimulate her. The other night I heard her get home from work shortly after 6:00 pm. I had deliberately left my bedroom door partly ajar. I had selected a black garter belt, black seamless stockings, four inch black pumps, and nothing else. I made a big show of bending over straightening the stockings, while watching my mother in the mirror. I got the desired reaction, because she stood there rubbing her crotch through her work dress. She eventually moved on down the hall to her bedroom, to change clothes. I gave her a few minutes before following her to her room. When I opened her door, I was greeted by the sight of my mother stripped down to just her panties and bra, lying on top of her bed. She was feverishly rubbing the dark shadow under her panties. I witnessed her pulling her panties aside so that she could stab her fingers into her wet pussy. As I pushed the door open to enter her room, the hinge squeaked. Mother's eyes opened and looked at me. It was almost comical the way she tried to cover up her pussy, like a little girl caught masturbating by her mother. Her voice broke as she said, "Honey...you shouldn't have come into my room unannounced!" I had to chuckle, "Why should I, you have been spying on me for a while!" I moved across the room and sat on the side of her bed. I reached over and pulled her bra down to expose her tit. Mom does have nice breasts. Her areolas are pretty large and almost brown colored. Mom halfheartedly tried to remove my hand from her tit. She almost cried as she said, "Honey...I have been dreaming about having sex with you!" I leaned over her head, so close I could smell her breath as I said, "I have had wet panties ever since I figured out that you were deliberately spying on me while I was changing clothes. Mom said, "I know how wet you have been because I have been taking your soiled panties out of the clothes hamper to smell the crotch." "You have been a naughty girl!" as I slapped the palm of my hand on her exposed crotch. I also bent over and took that big nipple into my mouth. My hand was still resting on her pussy. Mom placed her hands on either side of my head to pull my head up so that she could kiss me. We licked each other's lips and tongue before we engaged in a long tongue kiss, like a couple of teenage lovers. She was just as interested in sucking on my tits. I breast fed her from my tit like she was a baby. I eventually mounted her head to give her a chance to taste my pussy, while I held her pink panties aside to get at her pussy too. We spent a long time sucking each other's pussy. It was thrilling for me. Mother was making all kinds of animal sounds while she lapped at my pussy. While she was lapping at my pussy she spread the cheeks of my butt with her hands. I felt her tickling my asshole with a fingertip. It startled me when she forced her finger deep into my asshole. I let out a deep throated moan, and returned to sucking on her pussy. Feeling her finger fucking my asshole inspired me to seek out her asshole too. I reached around her full thighs with both arms and used my hands to spread her butt. I could smell her asshole, and it was almost sweet to me. There was something so erotic about the dark coloration around her asshole. I stuck my finger into her asshole, and listened to my mother moaning and exclaiming how much she loved me for finger fucking her. After some time she rolled us over and made me kneel crossways on the bed, because she wanted to play with my ass. Mom stood by the side of the bed, as she spread my butt open. I could feel her breathing on my butt. She licked my vulva up towards my asshole. When she reached my tightly clinched asshole she poked at it with the tip of her tongue. I would have never suspected that my mother would be so fascinated with anal sex. We spent the night sucking assholes, pussies, and breasts, we fell asleep in each other' arms, only to wake up and start all over again. We were so exhausted by morning that both of us called in sick. Eventually our bladders forced us to get up to relieve ourselves. We cleaned up, and put on robes to make breakfast. We talked about our new relationship. We agreed that I would move into her bedroom. As much as I professed my love for her, she insisted that I also date other women my age. She assured me that she loved me, and would be pleased to join me dating other women. She was being very pragmatic about our relationship as much as we loved each other she felt that it would be wise for me to have a girlfriend my age. She realized that if I became solely attached to her, I would be devastated when the time came that she would pass away. I was reluctant to do as she wished, but did start to think about her desire. I work as a teller in a local bank. Most of the women in the bank are married and spend their free time talking about their children. The young ones that come and go spend their time talking about prospective males. There was only one other woman that was like myself. She was a slender woman, named Lisa that came across as shy, and didn't talk about herself. One evening when we were closing out our trays to leave for home I asked her if she would like to join me for a drink at a local cocktail lounge. Normally I exited through the front door to catch the local bus home, while she went out the back door to the public parking lot where she always parked her old Honda Civic. When she agreed we both went out the back door, and walked past a couple of other businesses to the back door of a cocktail lounge. There were not many patrons, because most people were rushing home. There was an old man sitting at the bar, sipping a draft beer. There were a couple of men in a booth talking about business, I guess. I really didn't know anything about mixed drinks. When the bartender asked me what I would like, I simply said vodka. Lisa said, "Make that, two vodka, sevens, with a twist of lime." While he mixed the drinks we slid into a secluded booth in the back. As soon as the bartender came around the end of the bar to deliver our drinks, Lisa asked me, "What did you want to talk to me about?" I was reluctant to get to the point. "I want to make friends with you. I don't have anything in common with the married woman, and the young girls are boring when they carry on about the men they date. You and I don't get involved in office gossip, so I was hoping that we might have more in common." Lisa blushed, so I suspected that she was as shy as me. I really didn't know how to even bring up the subject of sex. I knew she was not married, but didn't know if she lived alone or had some other living arrangement. I figured that I better tell her more about myself. "I guess I should tell you that my mother and I live together. There are just the two of us. Mom insists that I should have friends my own age. She feels that it is not healthy for me to be so attached to her." Lisa said, "I live alone, my family live in the Midwest. I have never been very sociable. Men scare me, they are so aggressive. I did date a couple of men, but they both raped me. I never told anyone about what they did to me. That was why I moved away from home." I said, "I never cared about the company of men myself. I never thought much about sex at all. When I felt the desire I simply masturbated. For years I did it maybe once a month, but for the past couple of years I have been plagued with an overwhelming desire, so I have been masturbating almost every night." Lisa looked embarrassed about the subject, but she eventually said, "I don't normally like to talk about such things, but I sometimes masturbate myself!" I asked, "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" Lisa looked me in the eyes at that point, "I don't like to talk about such things, but I guess I can tell you about myself. When I was a teenager a neighbor woman befriended me, and taught me how to make love to her. She was so possessive that I had to get away from her. That was why I moved to the west coast. I have avoided all personal contact with anyone out here." There was a moment of uncomfortable quiet before she thought to ask, "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" I was reluctant to admit my new relationship with my mother, but I felt that I had to tell her the truth, "Oh...there was the normal childhood mutual exploration with girls my age as a child, but I never saw myself as a sexual person, until recently. I happened to see my mother in my bedroom mirror while she was watching me change clothes, and she was rubbing her crotch. After that I confronted her when I heard her masturbating in her bedroom. We have been sleeping together for a couple of months now." Lisa took a little time to absorb the revelation that I was talking about my incestuous relationship with my mother. "Your mother wants you to find a woman your age to build a lasting relationship with?" "Yes...that is why I asked you to join me for a drink." Lisa smiled, "What do we do now?" I was not sure what to say at that point, she sounded like she was willing to contemplate a sexual relationship with me. "Would you like to meet my mother?" Lisa finally said, "I guess so, my car is out back, at least we don't have to take the bus." We finished our drinks and made our way out the backdoor. We made our way to her white car. It was not the top of the line, at least there was a radio, so we didn't have to make the trip to my house in silence. I directed her to my home. When Mom met Lisa, she was thrilled to meet my coworker. We had a light dinner together, and engaged in a conversation where we learned a lot about each other. When we finished eating and cleared the table, we put loaded the dishwasher before adjourning to the living room to continue our discussion. There was no false modesty between us. We felt comfortable discussing our most personal stories. We eventually got around to the subject of our sexual relationships. Lisa volunteered to tell us her story of sexual awakening. She told us that she remembers the normal childhood mutual exploration of the bodies of the local neighborhood children, but she was a teenager when she became friends with a spinster woman near her parent's home. The woman had a magnificent flower garden, and spent a lot of time working in her yard. She began to help the woman work in the garden. One day they had both gotten very sweaty and dirty, so the woman invited her to take a shower with her. Lisa described how the woman showered with her and washed her body. During her washing her body the woman ended up masturbating her until she had a strong cum. They ended up in her bed and they masturbated each other. On following occasions the woman introduced her to oral sex. Their relationship lasted until Lisa graduated and moved west to get away from her disapproving family. As a result of her revelation, mother felt that she should tell her own story. Mother had never discussed her sex life with me before, so I was fascinated to listen to her tell her story. Mom said that she had also played those childhood sexual games with her cousins and siblings. As she reached puberty she developed a very close relationship with her best friend. They indulged in mutual masturbation regularly. When they started dating boys they preferred to double date, that way they could control their dates. They engaged in a lot of petting with the boys, but never allowing the boys to go beyond feeling their breasts. When they would get home the two of them would masturbate each other and even suck each other's pussies. It was not until she grew bold enough to actually seek out an experienced lesbian woman that she found out what sex between women was really like. She had heard her mother and her neighborhood friends discussing a woman on the block reputed to be a lesbian. My mother recounted how she worked up the nerve to knock on the woman's door one night. When the woman answered the door she was not pleased when she saw her. She demanded to know why she was knocking on her door. Mother said that she was frightened of the woman, but worked up the nerve to say that she wanted to know her better. The woman's face softened, so you want to know the resident dyke better, do you? Mother shook her head in the positive response. The woman stepped back allowing her to enter, as the woman checked to see if anyone was watching. When she was satisfied there was no one watching she closed the door. She showed Mother to the living room and asked her if she would like a coke or would she like coffee. Mother wanted to appear older, so she opted for coffee. The woman left her alone while she went to the kitchen to get a couple of cups of coffee. Mom described what the room looked like. It pretty much looked like any one of the living rooms in the neighborhood, except there were two sketches framed on opposite walls one behind the couch and the other one over the television. They were portraits of two dark haired women done in charcoal, ocher, and while chalk. In each portrait, one seated nicely rounded woman was in full frontal nudity, with the second female with her head resting on the thigh of the first turned so that her naked body was fully exposed. In the picture over the TV the reclining woman was actually sucking on the breast of the seated woman. She was sure the rumors about this woman were true. The woman asked if she wanted sugar and or flavored non-dairy creamer. Mom took both. The woman sat down on the couch close enough that Mom could smell the floral fragrance of her body. As they took their first sip of the coffee, the woman placed her arm around Mother's shoulders. She asked, "I take it the good ladies around here have told you that I am a nasty old dyke, and you came here to find out if it's true." Mother said she was so embarrassed by her bold statement that all she was capable of doing was to nod her head. The woman smiled, sat her coffee down and lifted Mother's head as she kissed her on the mouth. She woman was very bold and kissed her more like the boys she had dated. When Mother didn't object she placed a hand on her breast and squeezed it firmly. The woman stuck her hand inside Mother's dress and felt her tit. While she continued kissing her the woman removed her hand and placed it on Mother's thigh. Mom only gasped when the woman's hand reached her wet panties. The woman took her to her bedroom and undressed her before she removed her own clothes. The woman did everything that she had done with her girlfriends, but she didn't stop with just mutual pussy sucking. This woman tongue fucked her asshole and sat on her face, forcing her to eat pussy and lick asshole. By the time the woman was satisfied with her seduction, she did allow Mother to get dressed and walk home. Mom said that she never forgot that woman. Marriage had not worked out for her, but she had wanted to influence me. She had always wanted to seduce me, but had refrained. She just couldn't resist masturbating when she saw me getting undressed. While Mother had been telling her story, I had felt my pussy tingling and knew that my panties were sopping wet. When I looked at Lisa, she was rubbing her crotch through her dress. I knew she was as horny as I was. Mother also observed what we were doing, so she interrupted her story long enough to suggest that we retire to her bedroom. We got up and followed her into her bedroom. I always liked the smell of her bedroom because it smelled of her body powder and perfume. Mother insisted on undressing both of us. I was as fascinated as mother to see what Lisa looked like naked. Her breasts sagged a little, causing her areolas to elongate into an egg shape. Her nipples were not very large either. Her pubic bush was not very thin and she did not trim it. Hairs were visible sticking out beyond the leg openings of her panties. The most interesting thing about her pussy was the fact that the stiff ridge leading to her hooded clit was protruding beyond the opening of her pussy. I could envision her clit being stimulated on her panties just from walking. After Mother removed my clothes it was our turn to remove her clothes. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.