Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2017 15:39:09 -0700 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Jennifer & Katie Author's note: I received a few requests to write a mother/daughter story so here is my attempt at one. The theme isn't quite what I'm used to, but I viewed it as a challenge, so we'll see how it goes. JENNIFER & KATIE Chapter 1 Jennifer sighed as she poured herself another glass of wine. She was tired of fighting all the time. It was hard enough being a single parent, but it was even harder trying to raise a teenage daughter who had absolutely no respect for rules or authority. Katie, her daughter, was sixteen now and just did whatever the hell she wanted all of the time. It was exhausting for Jennifer. And this fight had been a particularly nasty one. It started with Jennifer asking her daughter how she did on her math exam - innocent enough, Jennifer thought - and ended with Katie screaming that she didn't give a shit about math because she'd never end up using it anyway, and stormed off to her room, slamming the door. Why did everything have to be a confrontation? So Jennifer sat back on the couch with the largest glass of wine she'd poured in a while and turned on whatever the hell was on TV. She didn't even care what she was watching, she just wanted to take her mind off all the drama. But it wasn't working. Her mind kept drifting back to all the million and a half things she had on her plate. She worked a government job that paid decently enough, but was far from fulfilling, and she'd been under pressure to get her reports on her boss's desk, which she was falling far behind on. She was also getting harassed by Katie's father to let Katie stay with him for a few days, but there was no way in hell that was going to happen. He was a former drug addict who, 'apparently' had gotten straight, but was a total deadbeat with no job and no interest whatsoever in contributing productively to society. And then there was Katie. Jennifer felt lightheaded at all the crazy emotions that swirled through her head and body when she thought about her daughter. Katie drove her absolutely crazy, but she loved her so much it hurt. And those weird feelings she'd been having lately.... Jennifer shook her head and took another sip of wine as she tried, unsuccessfully again, to focus on the TV. How did she get to this point? Well, she knew how she got here - she made stupid decisions as a kid, and when she was eighteen, got too drunk at a party and ended up pregnant. Thank God she did though - she vividly remembered the shock of reality when she found out and took the pregnancy as a sign to straighten her life out. And she was glad she did. Katie was the best thing that ever happened to her. She got her shit together, finished high school, got a job, and even took a few college classes. It wasn't easy, but it felt good knowing that she had someone who was completely dependent on her. Although that didn't seem to be the case lately. Jennifer wished she could be better at getting her daughter to listen to her, but she had so much else going on, she simply couldn't devote the time or energy to it. Katie, maddeningly, was behaving just like Jennifer did at that age. She couldn't really blame her. Still, it hurt. A lot. If only Jennifer had some help... a partner or something that she could get advice from or coordinate with to get Katie in line. But that definitely wasn't going to happen any time soon. She hadn't exactly been honest with her daughter about her dating life. Several years ago, she went on a few dates, but none of them were with men. Jennifer always thought she'd been bisexual, but it wasn't until her early twenties that she realized she really had very little - if any - interest in men at all. Women, on the other hand... She sighed again, feeling a warmth spread through her body at the thought of a woman's touch. It had been so long since she'd had a fling with a woman - almost six years now. And back then, Katie had only been ten - a little too young, Jennifer felt, to let her know her mom was a lesbian. But why? she thought to herself. Couldn't Katie have understood back then? If only she'd said something all those years ago, it would have saved her a whole lot of heartache and trouble now. She'd been having so much trouble communicating with her daughter lately, she didn't feel comfortable having that talk now. It would probably only give Katie more reason to hate or ridicule her. But Jennifer was 34 now, and she felt like her hormones were raging even more than when she was a teenager. God, how she longed for the soft caress of a woman's fingers, the tender sensation of feminine lips against her own... both above the waist and below. But she had no time to date now. So she resorted to fantasies. She read lots of lesbian erotica, and even checked out a few videos - which she was careful to watch in the privacy of her own bedroom, lest Katie find out about them. For the most part, the erotic stories seemed to suffice, but they were causing her to think an awful lot about sex. Well, either they were or her hormones were... she couldn't decide which. It was probably a vicious cycle, but one she couldn't seem to break herself from. She thought about sex at work, daydreaming at her desk when it was slow, imagining various scenarios of how she would please a woman when she got the chance... or how she would be pleased. Jennifer couldn't help herself from checking out her co-workers, especially if they wore tight skirts or were bending over. And the young office clerks that were running around with all the paperwork looked fresh out of high school, and God help her, oh so delicious. Lately, it had been getting really bad. Like, really, really bad. So bad, in fact, that she actually caught herself checking out Katie. Her own daughter. What the hell was wrong with her? That was not normal, she told herself. Not at all normal. She had to stop reading those stories and watching those videos. But every time she stopped, those urges would return to her more and more... and Katie was the only one around. The one regular - in fact, constant - female presence in her life. And it didn't help that Katie was maturing into a beautiful young woman. Nope, that didn't help at all. Not one bit. It didn't help that Katie's breasts were now a B cup, and it didn't help that she often wore very tight, form-fitting tops. It also didn't help that her hips had quite a bit of definition to them, lending to an hourglass figure. And oh God, what an hourglass figure. And it certainly didn't help whenever Katie wore tight jeans or short shorts. No, that was particularly bad because she had such a round, such a gorgeous full..... STOP! What the hell was she thinking?? This was her daughter! The little girl she'd raised and cared for since she was a baby! But Katie wasn't a baby anymore, and Jennifer was reminded of that every day - in often extremely frustrating and painful ways. 'It's all those stories,' she kept telling herself, 'I've gotta stop with those damn stories.' But when the urges got too strong, fantasizing and getting caught up in the stories she read was the only relief for her. Okay, maybe not the 'only' relief, but it was the best relief. It was the best way she knew how to unwind and get all that pent-up energy out of her system. Even now, as she sat on the couch with her wine, she couldn't help thinking that would be a perfect way to release all the stress she'd been dealing with that day. 'Fuck it,' she thought, 'Katie's in her room, doing God knows what... I'm going to have some ME time.' So Jennifer took her glass of wine, went into her bedroom, and closed the door. She set the wine down on her computer desk and pulled up one of her favorite story sites. She scrolled through the listings to see if anything new had been posted, and sure enough, there was a new story of good length in the lesbian category from one of her favorite authors. She opened it up, eager to start reading, and quickly realized this was a story about a mother and her daughter. In the past, she'd avoided these kinds of stories for obvious reasons, but she sat there, staring at the author's name, contemplating. This author had never written a mother/daughter story before, but everything they'd written had been super hot and had gotten her off several times. Jennifer bit her lip. Maybe it was the stress she'd been dealing with that day, maybe it was the wine. But she settled into her chair and started reading. The story started out by defining the characters, and Jennifer was surprised at how many similarities there were between the main character and herself. Single parent, hadn't dated in a while, hot daughter... Jennifer took another sip of wine. This was either going to be really terrible or really awesome, she thought. The further she got into the story, the more lightheaded she felt. This was really getting to her. She felt her nipples harden as she read the description of the daughter and felt butterflies forming in her stomach. She went on to read how the mother and daughter each felt terribly lonely and how they spent several evenings cuddling on the couch together. She snorted, thinking that would never happen with her and Katie in a million years. But she read on. The tenderness the mother and daughter expressed toward each other as they cuddled on the couch was something Jennifer desperately craved. She yearned to hold Katie close like that - to feel a connection with her again. Why couldn't she have that? She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body at the description of their body parts touching - legs, arms, torsos. The way they could feel each other's chests rise and fall with each breath. The way their nipples hardened as their hands rested on each other's legs. The way when the mom shifted in her seat, she could feel moisture seeping into her panties. Jennifer's heart was beating faster now and she slipped her own hand down inside her pants and into her panties. She gasped, surprised at how wet she was. She kept reading, her mind swirling with the effects of the wine and the tension of the story. She was too caught up now. This was too hot. The mom slowly slid her hand up her daughter's thigh, close to the junction between her daughter's legs, feeling the heat emanating from it. Jennifer couldn't help thinking about the heat between Katie's thighs. It had to be hot... oh so hot. Jennifer rubbed herself, spreading her juices across her folds and pinching her clit between the knuckles of her fingers. The girl looked up into her mother's face, her eyes big, pleading. Oh God, what if Katie looked at me like that? Jennifer thought. She rubbed herself faster. The mother felt her heart pounding and knew what her daughter wanted. Yes, Jennifer thought. Please God, yes. Then the mother opened her mouth, leaned forward, and kissed her daughter's sweet, young lips. The daughter sighed and the mother opened her mouth wider, pushing her tongue into her little girl's mouth.... "FFFFNNNNNGGGGGUHHHHH!!!" Jennifer grunted, exploding in orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut, imagining what it would be like to kiss her own daughter's mouth and gasped sharply, feeling a second orgasm unexpectedly overtake her already convulsing body. "HHHHAAHHH! HHHHHAAAAHHHHHH!!" she panted, shuddering and convulsing in her chair harder than she ever had in her life. ******************************************** Katie was so pissed. She had the worst fucking mother on the planet. Nothing Katie ever did was good enough for her. Her room was never clean enough. Her grades weren't good enough. Her friends weren't nice enough. So why the hell should she even try at anything? Katie pulled out her phone, scrolling through her friends list. She had to vent to someone. After scrolling all the way through, Katie gritted her teeth, sighed heavily, and threw her phone across the room where it landed on her bed. None of her friends would understand. In fact, she didn't even like any of her friends all that much. They were all so self-involved and petty. Shit. Why did her mom have to be fucking right? It only made Katie hate her even more. It's not that Katie didn't try. She did. She knew she was capable of good things. She knew she could get good grades, keep her room clean, and have better friends. She'd done all those things in the past. It's just that... she didn't WANT to. Not anymore. All her mom would do anymore was yell at her or demand things. At least that's how Katie saw it. It's like her mom didn't even care about her. She just demanded that things get done and had no interest in what was going on in Katie's life at all. She was always busy with work or chores or watching her stupid shows or locking herself in her room doing God knows what. She had no interest in Katie's life whatsoever. It was infuriating. Katie had often wondered what her mom did in her room for hours on end. It seemed like she was doing it more and more, and caring less and less about what Katie was actually doing. She knew her mom had secrets - it was plainly obvious. She just never knew what those secrets were. But she was just about done wondering. She was going to find out for herself, dammit. Tomorrow. The next day, Katie came home from school, determined to find out at least one of her mom's dirty secrets. She threw her bag in her room, then went down the hall to her mother's room. She opened the door and carefully began snooping around. She hated how clean her mom was. No, that wasn't right - she admired it, really. Deeply, in fact. But she wasn't about to let her mom know that. In fact, she was determined to keep her own room a mess just to piss her off. Katie walked up to her mother's computer desk, pulling open drawer after drawer. Just papers and documents. Boring shit. She tried to log onto her computer, but it was password protected. Dammit. She looked under her bed. Just shoes and old photos. She opened her closet and looked through all her clothes. Goddammit, she thought, scrolling through her mom's dresses and shirts. Why did she have to have such good taste in clothes? And then, looking up, she spotted a few boxes on the top shelf of the closet. Surely there had to be something in there. She pulled a chair over, climbed up on it, and started to pull one of the boxes down. Damn, it was heavy. She grunted as she pulled the box off the shelf and nearly fell off the chair from the weight of it. She quickly jumped down, practically throwing the box on the floor. She opened the box and her brows furrowed in confusion. Just some stupid Macy's catalogues from almost 20 years ago. Why the hell would her mom have those? She pulled some out, and there were more department stores underneath, all from about 20 years ago. This was stupid. She slumped her shoulders. She'd looked everywhere she could think of. As she looked down at one of the catalogues, she almost giggled at how ridiculous the fashion was back then. Well, at least she might be able to get a good laugh, she thought, and picked one of them up. She flipped through to the women's fashion and smirked at how dumb everyone looked. She couldn't believe women actually dressed that way back then. She kept going, finally getting to the teen section. 'So this is what girls my age used to wear,' she started to think, then stopped cold. Her eyes fell upon one girl that caused a striking sensation deep within her. 'What the hell...?' she thought, feeling strange tingles all throughout her body. 'Why is a girl making me feel this way?' But there was something about this girl... her eyes, her smile... She was gorgeous, Katie thought. But there was something else... She turned the page, and there was the girl again, this time in an oversize knit sweater, her hand up by her face in a really cute pose. Her eyes were sparkling and she was grinning widely. And then suddenly it hit Katie like a ton of bricks. That was her MOM! Holy SHIT! Yes, there was no mistaking it. Her mom even had a sweater just like it. Katie quickly flipped back to the front cover, looking at the date. It was seventeen years ago... almost seven months before Katie was born. Oh. My. God. Katie thought. What. The. Hell. Katie went back to the photos, studying each and every one. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind now. God, how weird! But what was even weirder were all the strange emotions coursing through Katie's body. Each photo she saw of her mother gave her a little twinge in... was it her stomach? Her chest? God... her mother was absolutely gorgeous! She had no idea she was so pretty at that age! Katie put that catalogue aside and picked up another one. This one was only a month earlier and Katie again flipped to the teen section. She went through the fashion part, but no photos of her mother. She went back again. Had she missed her? Then she kept going, and finally got to the underwear section. Immediately, her eyes popped out and her jaw dropped. Holy shit! Her mom was posing in underwear... and she had an incredible body! Katie studied each and every photo of her mom in that section, her eyes taking in every little detail of her mother's trim body, everything exposed except for her breasts and crotch. Her belly was so smooth and firm... her legs so long. Her boobs were... God, they were gorgeous. So full, so perfectly shaped... Her hips were perfectly proportionate to her waist. Katie was speechless. Never in a million years could she imagine her mother was so beautiful at that age. She could have been the prettiest girl in her class, Katie thought. Katie wanted to go through the rest of the catalogues, but she strangely found she was having a hard time pulling her eyes away from these images of her mother in just a bra and panties. With a start, she realized that her pulse was much faster than it should be, and her limbs felt all tingly. What the hell was going on? This was her own mother she was looking at! But... this girl was absolutely gorgeous. Her actual mother was just... boring. Wasn't she? Yes, this girl in the pictures was her mother, but she had very little relation to the maddening, completely disrespectful bitch she currently lived with. At least that's what Katie told herself. It was the only way she could reconcile that they were the same person. But this girl... this girl... wow. Why was Katie feeling these things? This wasn't normal! She had never felt anything for a girl before - at least she didn't think so. But this girl in the pictures... her mother... no, dammit! This can't be happening, she told herself. This is your mother! You can't be feeling these things. It's sick! It's wrong! Stop it! Even as Katie put the catalogues back in the box after having gone through each and every single one, and even as she put the box back in the closet exactly where she found it, she told herself whatever she was feeling was not right. She shouldn't be thinking these things. She shouldn't be feeling these things. But... but that girl wasn't her mother. Couldn't she just pretend that? Nope, she couldn't. Because that WAS her mother! AAAGH! Katie grunted in frustration and left her mother's room, slamming the door behind her. ************************************************************ Katie couldn't focus on anything else the rest of the day. Not her homework, not her friends' stupid lives, not her music - nothing. Images of her mother as a teenager kept flashing through her mind, particularly the ones in her bra and panties, and oh God, especially the swimsuit ones. Gah! Why? WHY?? It was so weird! Suddenly, a jolt of panic rushed through Katie's body as she heard the garage door open. Shit! Her mom was home! Katie felt her stomach tie itself in knots. Could she even LOOK at her mother after this? Calm down. Yes, yes, of course she could. Her mother was not the same as that girl in the catalogues. That drop-dead-gorgeous, absolutely beautiful girl -- Nope, that wasn't her mom. Her mom was ugly, boring, and mean. And that's the woman she would see when she eventually did emerge from her room. She told herself that over and over again. The next hour or so wasn't any easier and when she finally heard her mother shout, "Katie, dinner!", she felt the knot in her stomach only tighten further. Katie reluctantly emerged from her room, determined to not look her mother in the eye. She was still mad at her from yesterday. Hell, she was always mad at her. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction of... shit. Katie froze in her tracks, her eyes looking up at her mother's form as she moved around the kitchen. Why did she look up? It didn't matter, it was too late. She couldn't move. There, right in front of her, was that gorgeous girl from the catalogues. How was that possible? It was her mom, but it suddenly wasn't anymore. Katie felt a swirl of emotions rush through her as her heart pounded, her knees weak. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Had she ever really LOOKED at her mom before? Of course she had. But... not really. Not like this. She'd never really seen her mother's beauty. She was still very youthful and, goddammit, extremely pretty. She tried to see the angry bitch that she hated, she really did... but couldn't seem to find her. Not right now, anyway. Right now it was just the girl... that beautiful, hypnotic girl in the catalogues. How...? "Katie? You okay?" Shit! Katie shook her head, mumbling, her heart pounding, her knees terribly weak, wondering how she was even standing up at all. "Um, I just... yeah... nothing," she stammered. What the hell was she even saying? "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday," her mother went on. "I was really tired and it had been a long day... I was... I didn't mean to snap at you." Shit. She expected a response. How could Katie talk? She couldn't talk. Not with all these emotions rushing through her. She could barely stand! "Um... fine... forget it," she mumbled. Her mother sighed and set the plates down on the table before sitting herself down. "Anyway, just wanted to get that out there. You don't have to talk to me. But it would be nice if you had some dinner." Katie sat down, staring at her plate. She picked at it, finding that she strangely wasn't all that hungry. The entire meal was an absolute trial - a terribly frustrating game of trying to not make any eye contact with her mother at all, and simultaneously trying to stop herself from constantly looking up to keep seeing that gorgeous girl in the catalogues. She wasn't just a girl in some pictures. She was real. Right here. Right in front of her. She actually LIVED with this girl. This absolutely gorgeous, near-breathtaking girl who seemed to cast this strange and powerful spell over her. More than a few times she caught her eyes wandering down to her mother's breasts, the very tops of which were revealed by her low-cut top. Each time she did, she felt a twinge in her stomach and... even lower? They were so full... they must be so soft... And God, her skin was just as smooth as the girl's in the catalogue. How had Katie not noticed before? Stop it, Katie, STOP IT! This is your own fucking MOTHER! What the hell is wrong with you?? But no matter how often she told herself this, she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering or her body from feeling these crazy sensations. She finished her dinner, barely saying even five more words to her mother. When she was back in her own room, she sat down on her bed, her head still swirling. This was too much to process. She didn't know if she felt good or bad or awful. Did she still hate her mother? That was a tough one. It was definitely more complicated now. Either way, she still couldn't get those pictures in the catalogues out of her head. Her mother had actually posed for those. What was she thinking? Why did she do it? And then it clicked. Katie knew exactly why she did it - to get attention. Katie understood that all too well. Well, two can play at that game, Katie thought. If she couldn't get attention at home or from her friends, she would take a page right out of her mother's book. She was going to get attention her own way. ****************************************************** Something was definitely up, Jennifer thought. Katie's attitude had changed toward her almost overnight. It had been over a week now and they hadn't had a single argument. Well, that wasn't entirely true - just not a single argument that turned into a yelling match and completely exhausted her. Now, whenever Katie got upset, she just ran off to her room. But it was more than that. Katie wasn't looking her in the eyes much anymore, and when she did... What was it? There was something there... Was she imagining it? It was almost as if... no, that was silly. She couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly, but something was definitely different. It was like... the hatred was gone. It wasn't exactly sympathy, but there was definitely something there. Something that quite frequently gave Jennifer a strange and not at all unpleasant sensation. It often caused her heart to beat faster. She knew she shouldn't have read that damn story. Or the next one. She shouldn't have read any of them. They were putting ideas into her head. Stupid, immoral, impossible ideas of daughters somehow becoming attracted to their own mothers. It was absolutely ridiculous and she knew it. But holy fuck - the orgasms those stories gave her... Wow. They were without a doubt the most intense of her entire life. They were absolutely earth-shattering and left her completely and utterly spent. Useless. Barely able to move a muscle. And it was because each and every time - and she hated herself for it - she substituted Katie for every daughter in every story she read. She knew she should stop. She absolutely knew it. She told herself she would after each and every orgasm she had. But of course, time would pass, and she would crave the power and intensity of those orgasms more and more until she was helpless to stop herself. She was stuck and she knew it. Stuck with an absolutely gorgeous daughter who she couldn't stop fantasizing about, and stuck in a situation where they could barely say three words to each other all day long. Jennifer sighed, annoyed at the music emanating from Katie's room. This was another new development. Katie had always locked herself in her room listening to her music, but she'd always used her headphones. Now, she was actually playing it from her stereo, and while it wasn't obnoxiously loud, it was audible enough to be annoying. Just then, Jennifer heard her daughter's door open followed by the bathroom door closing. Maybe she could shut off that damn stereo, or at least turn it down, Jennifer thought. She'd have to hurry though, before Katie got out of the bathroom. She walked down the hallway and saw her daughter's door cracked open. She pushed it open and pursed her lips, annoyed at the mess inside. She was just about to hit the power button on the stereo when a blip from her daughter's computer screen caught her eye. She turned and scanned the screen. What the hell...? There was a comment from someone in a chat box that read, "Damn, gurl! Sexy as hell!" Jennifer scanned the top of the screen and squinted her eyes as she read what appeared to be the title of a streaming webcam site. What the... Was Katie doing what she thought she was doing? Jennifer looked at the chat box again and saw the screen name that appeared to be coming from her daughter's computer - Katgrrl21. Was that Katie?? Just then, Jennifer heard the toilet flush, every nerve in her body jolting to attention. She quickly darted out of the room and back down the hallway and into the kitchen just as she heard the bathroom door open, followed by Katie's door closing again. Jennifer's heart was pounding and her head was spinning. What the hell was going on? Was Katie posting videos of herself?? This was NOT ok. Jennifer felt all kinds of heavy emotions swirling through her, starting with confusion, then quickly moving to rage. She couldn't let Katie get away with this. But there was something else underneath the rage. A twinge of something she knew she shouldn't be feeling. It wasn't curiosity, it was more than that. She knew it. It was... yes, admit it Jennifer... desire. An intense, burning desire to see what her daughter had posted that was sexy as hell. It seemed like it took forever for evening to arrive, and when it did, Jennifer slipped out of her shorts and pulled up her desk chair to her computer, doing a search for the site that her daughter had been on. It didn't even look like a site on the regular internet... how did Katie even find this place? She was annoyed as she realized she had to create an account, and she quickly did so, coming up with nonsensical names just to get in the damn place. When she was finally in, she began scrolling around and found that there were all kinds of clips posted - usually from girls in their teens and twenties, posing provocatively in their underwear or dancing around their rooms. Jennifer's sense of parenting returned and she felt a heavy sense of anger welling up in her at the fact that her daughter would be involved with something like this. But it was not strong enough to quash the even stronger urge of desire - desperate, urgent deire to see something that could be terribly thrilling. Her heart pounding, she did a search for 'Katgrrl21,' shaking her head as she realized her daughter was trying to pass herself off as being 21. Jennifer received a shock as she saw her own daughter, Katie, appear on the screen in a tight tank top and very short nylon jogging shorts. Every nerve in her body stood on end as she took a deep breath and swallowed dryly. Somehow, this suddenly felt terribly wrong. But she couldn't stop her almost shaking hand from moving the mouse down and clicking on the 'play' button. Immediately, music started playing, and Jennifer was glad she had the volume down low. On the screen, Katie stepped back to the middle of her room and started dancing to the beat, looking into the camera with a sultry stare. Jennifer's mouth dropped open, even as she felt a surge of energy rush through her body, centering between her legs. She had never, ever seen Katie move like this. She was actually... good God... she was actually sexy. Incredibly, powerfully, dangerously sexy. And the way she looked into the camera... oh God, it was like she was looking directly at Jennifer. Jennifer bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together, still resisting the urge to touch herself. On the screen, Katie began dancing around, twisting and shaking her hips from side to side, causing the bottoms of her jogging shorts to swish around at the tops of her thighs. She couldn't believe how hot this was getting her. And how wrong it was for her to feel this way! But the more Katie kept dancing, the less she worried about that last part. Jennifer was completely mesmerized. She had no idea her daughter could dance like this. It was like her daughter was dancing just for her, staring right at her, teasing her, dancing for her pleasure. Jennifer couldn't stop her heart from pounding any more than she could stop the flow of juices into her panties and the intense throbbing of her clit. Only a minute or so into the video, Katie turned around and bent at the waist, dipping all the way down to touch her toes. The surge of energy that coursed through Jennifer's loins at watching those jogging shorts stretch tight across her daughter's round cheeks and ride up higher and higher as she dipped down was too much. Without even thinking, Jennifer jammed her hand between her legs, cupping her pussy tightly and rolling her hips forward against it. She sighed heavily, watching her daughter slowly straighten back up, the jogging shorts forming a deep, tight wedgie between her full, young cheeks, and then Katie turned her head over her shoulder, her fingertip between her teeth, grinning naughtily as she shook her hips from side to side, jiggling her butt cheeks back and forth. Jennifer's jaw dropped as she grunted heavily, grinding her hips hard and tight in the seat of her chair, sliding her fingertips up and pressing them tightly to her clit. She was going to cum. There was no doubt about it. She was going to cum watching her daughter dance around provocatively in her room. Onscreen, Katie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the jogging shorts and slowly began to roll them down her hips, revealing what was apparently a pair of very thin black panties, all bunched up between her cheeks. Jennifer received another jolt of energy as she began jerking her fingertips faster against her clit, watching as her daughter pushed her shorts down to mid-thigh, then let them fall down her legs as she stepped out of them. Katie was now prancing around her room in very thin black panties, which were still wedged pretty tightly between her butt cheeks. She then turned around and began walking slowly and seductively toward the camera, placing each foot in front of and across each subsequent one until she came close enough so that... oh God, was that...? Jennifer gasped again, now seeing quite clearly that her daughter's panties had wedged themselves gently between her pussy lips. Katie kept walking toward the camera, giving Jennifer an even clearer and closer view of the very edges of her daughter's outer labia. Jennifer gasped. This was her daughter's pussy. She could actually see part of her beautiful, sexy, young daughter's pussy lips. She was close. Oh God she was so close. All Katie had to do was hold this pose... Jennifer briefly considered hitting 'pause' when Katie turned back around, her smooth cheeks toward the screen, and bent over, giving Jennifer an even clearer view of her young lips, spread slightly by the thin black fabric that separated them. Jennifer rubbed herself harder and faster. This was it. She was going to cum. And then Katie's hand came into view, her fingernails painted dark red. With one hand, she carefully slid her fingers over and around her panties just at her butt crack and pulled them aside, exposing her tight, pink anus. "AH!" Jennifer grunted, instantly feeling herself climax, her eyes glued to her daughter's tight, wrinkled pink flesh. And then Katie's other hand came into view, her middle finger extended, sliding into the center of her crack, right against her pucker. "Oh God!" Jennifer gasped, bucking her hips in orgasm, her entire body tense. And then, the little red dot of Katie's fingernail disappeared, right inside her tight little sphincter, pushing Jennifer into another, heavier climax, this one causing her entire body to jerk and shudder violently. Jennifer wanted to keep watching, but her vision blurred out. There was only bliss. Powerful, heavy, intense bliss as her body shook and trembled over and over and over, holding onto the image of her daughter's fingertip gripped tightly by her beautiful pink anus. ************************************************* This was not good. Jennifer had never been so terribly conflicted in her entire life. What was happening to her? Her inappropriate thoughts about her daughter were only getting worse and more frequent. It was getting to the point where she could hardly even look at Katie (especially if she was wearing revealing clothing) without feeling a burning in her belly and a twitching between her legs. She desperately craved to hold her daughter close, feel her body pressed to her own, smell her hair, and, oh God... kiss her sweet mouth and... No! No, she couldn't think like this! Yet that video she saw of her daughter was all she could think about. It angered her just as much as it aroused her. And it had aroused her more than anything she could ever remember. Her daughter had such a wonderfully sexy body. And oh God, those glimpses of her private regions... Jennifer shuddered again as she thought about it. But this couldn't go on. She knew about it and she couldn't stop being a mother. This was wrong. Katie shouldn't be posting videos of herself like that. She had to say something. She had to put a stop to it. She mulled it over for a day or two and finally came to the conclusion that it was the right thing to do. As much as she would love to continue watching her daughter's sexy little webcam videos, she couldn't let them go on. Not if she wanted her daughter to be responsible in any way. So the following evening, after Jennifer got home from work, she prepared herself for what she knew could very well be the worst battle yet between the two of them. She set her things down on the kitchen counter, walked into the living room, and took a deep breath. "Katie?" she called out. "What?" came her daughter's voice from in her room. "Come here please. We need to talk." "Why?" Jennifer sighed. "Just do it, please, before I get upset." Jennifer waited with baited breath, listening. For several seconds there was silence. She was preparing herself to go right into her daughter's room when she finally heard Katie's door open and footsteps coming down the hall. "What?" Katie said, coming into the living room and thrusting her hip out, leaning against the side of the couch. Jennifer swallowed dryly, trying to keep her composure. Katie was wearing the same jogging shorts she had on in the video. She also had on a tight t-shirt, clearly outlining her firm, young breasts. Jennifer felt her temperature rise and fought her rising arousal with every fiber in her body. "Have a seat, please," she said in the calmest voice she could manage. "Why?" Katie protested, clearly irritated. "If you have something to say, just say it." Jennifer took a deep breath. If Katie wanted directness, she would get directness. "Okay fine. I know about your little webcam videos." All the color instantly drained from Katie's face as she stood there, her entire body tense with shock. "And they need to stop," Jennifer continued. "I don't know what made you think you could do something like that..." In the span of about five seconds, Katie's face instantly went from shock to rage. "Why the hell do you even care?!" she burst out. Now it was Jennifer's turn to be speechless. "I know about your stupid little magazine shoots all those years ago! How is what I'm doing any different?" Katie shot back. Jennifer was confused. How the hell did she find those? In any case, it didn't matter. "It's not the same at all!" she said. "It IS! It's attention!" Katie yelled. "You obviously wanted it, and so do I!" Jennifer furrowed her brows. She didn't do anything provocative or expose any private regions of her body. "What are you talking about? I didn't show off parts of my body people shouldn't be seeing. This is not about attention--" "Yes it IS! You don't give a shit about me! You don't give a shit about what I do unless it's something like this! All you ever do is tell me what NOT to do!" Katie shouted. Now Jennifer was completely confused, and hurt. "Katie, how can you say that? Of course I care about you!" "No you don't! You never have! All you do is go into your room and drink wine! You have never shown one little fucking iota of interest in me!" Now THAT was absolutely untrue. It was the furthest thing imaginable from the truth. Jennifer showed way too much interest in her! But she couldn't tell her that. No, she couldn't. "Katie, listen... you don't understand..." "WHAT, mom? WHAT don't I understand?" Jennifer felt her knees get weak. This was dangerous territory. 'Be careful, Jennifer,' she told herself. 'Be very careful.' "Katie, I DO care about you," she said, feeling her voice and her passions rise. "EVERYTHING I do is for you. I've done NOTHING but try and provide for you and give you everything you could possibly need. You have no IDEA how much I care about you... and... and how much I love you." Katie was quiet for a second, her expression softening slightly. Then her voice rose again. "How the hell am I supposed to know that when you never do anything to show it?" Oh God. Jennifer's heart was ready to burst. She instantly saw the pain in her daughter's expression and heard it in her voice. Her motherly instincts consumed her and all she wanted to do was rush to her and hold her, but she was terrified of what she might feel or do if she did. Why, why, WHY did this have to be so hard?! "I... I DO... I mean... You don't understand, Katie! It's been so hard lately. I want to do more. I want to do better. You have to believe me. I DO care, I SWEAR I do!" Katie stared at her for a second, studying her. Jennifer felt like she was about to do something she shouldn't, but fought it with everything she had. Katie was daring her, she could feel it. Daring her to do something to show that she loved her. And Jennifer simply couldn't. Could she? Maybe this was sinking in... Maybe Katie would understand after all... And just then, Katie shook her head and turned around, starting back toward her room. NO! Jennifer's heart was about to break. "WAIT!" Jennifer shouted, almost involuntarily. "Come here right now!" She wouldn't do it... would she? Katie froze, then turned around with a sigh. Jennifer was no longer in control of her body. Immediately, she rushed to her daughter, grabbed her face in her hands, and pressed her lips to Katie's, holding her face firmly. It was one second, two seconds - she didn't know. It was enough to feel an intense rush of passion and an intense sensation of guilt, almost simultaneously. It was beautiful, wonderful, exquisite - and terrifying. She pulled back quickly, looking into her daughter's eyes. She meant the kiss. Every delicious second of it. She saw Katie's eyes looking back up into her own, completely shocked. What the hell had she just done? "I'm sorry..." Jennifer blurted out. "I..." She couldn't finish. She just kept staring into those big, beautiful eyes. Those hypnotic, entrancing eyes that absolutely consumed her. They were so gorgeous, so scared, and so... curious? Katie swallowed. She didn't move. She just kept looking back up into her mother's eyes. Jennifer studied her intensely. In the span of about four seconds, she could clearly read shock, but could not detect any fear or disgust. She was held paralyzed by her daughter's expression. And then, in the fifth second, Katie's eyes softened and... oh God... were they pleading? For more?? Again, Jennifer lost control. She leaned back down, pressing her lips against her daughter's. Her heart leapt as she noticed Katie's eyes closing at the last second. And a surge of energy coursed through her as she felt her daughter sigh into the kiss. Jennifer grabbed her daughter's face more firmly and held it against her own, prolonging the kiss, making it real for them both. But somewhere inside, Jennifer was still at war with herself. This was wrong, she told herself, even as she felt the most wonderful waves of arousal wash over her body. 'I am kissing my own daughter,' she told herself. 'You have to stop this, Jennifer.' But she couldn't. Something wouldn't let her. It was too beautiful, too powerful, too hot. Maybe... maybe Katie could stop her. Jennifer kissed her daughter again, then again. This could be the last time she would feel it. On the next breath, she panted, "Tell me to stop and I'll stop." That was it. It was on Katie now. Jennifer kissed her daughter one more time, her entire body on pins and needles. And then... Katie sighed. Jennifer felt her daughter's soft hands on her arms, then felt them slide around to her back. Instantly, all the pins and needles fell away, to be replaced by a growing and intensely burning heat that radiated out from her core, spreading like wildfire throughout her body as she merged her mouth tightly with Katie's. Jennifer grabbed her daughter's body - anywhere, everywhere. Feeling the firm tightness of her flesh, grabbing it, squeezing it, holding it tightly against her own body. The body she had been lusting after for God only knows how long. They stumbled, turning, nearly losing their balance. They were standing right next to the armchair and Jennifer grabbed her daughter, spinning her around as Jennifer fell backward into the chair. She gasped with relief - she didn't know how much longer her legs would hold out anyway. Katie fell clumsily on her, then scrambled to straddle Jennifer's lap. Jennifer pulled at her daughter's body, bringing her in close, feeling her thighs squeeze either side of her hips. Jennifer looked up into her daughter's hot, panting face, her eyes just as hungry as Jennifer's body was. Jennifer shivered at the way her daughter looked at her right then, experiencing what she assumed was the equivalent of a mini-orgasm. Jennifer raised her hand up behind her daughter's neck, her fingers sliding through her hair and cupping the back of her head. Katie knew exactly what she wanted and dipped her head down as Jennifer opened her mouth. Jennifer felt shockwaves of erotic tension course through her body as she felt her daughter's open mouth lock with her own, followed immediately by Katie's sweet tongue plunging into her mouth. Jennifer pushed her own tongue forward, mashing it firmly with her daughter's as she gripped the edges of Katie's mouth with her lips. There was no way she was allowing this kiss to end any time soon, and she made sure of that by keeping her hand on the back of her daughter's head, her fingers sliding through her soft hair. Jennifer licked firmly along the length of her daughter's tongue and the insides of her mouth, feeling and hearing her little girl's sweet, heavy panting against the sides of her face and into the center of her mouth. Katie was hot, and that got Jennifer even hotter. Jennifer slid her free hand down the small of her daughter's back and over the thin nylon jogging shorts, gripping her butt. Katie sighed heavily into her mouth and involuntarily pushed her hips tightly into Jennifer's. Jennifer loved the feeling of her daughter's firm, young body pressing harder into her own and squeezed her butt again, this time pushing it into her. "Hhhhmmmmmnnhh," Katie mewled into her mother's mouth. It was the sweetest, sexiest sound Jennifer had ever heard and she immediately realized she had stimulated her daughter's sex against her hip. The thought sent a jolt of hot energy through her and she did it again, pulling Katie against her as tightly as she could. "MMMmmmnnhh!" Katie squealed again, and before Jennifer could pull a third time, Katie beat her to it, thrusting her own hips forward, angling them more to press tightly against Jennifer's hip bone. "HHHhhaahhhh! HHhhaahhhhh!" Katie panted, breaking the kiss but just barely, as she kept her mouth within centimeters of her mother's. Jennifer received yet another jolt of erotic energy as she realized her daughter was humping her hip - freely, of her own volition. Katie wanted to cum. Against her. Oh God. Anything... anything she could do to help... Jennifer slowly slid her hand from her daughter's head down her back. Katie kept her face close, panting against Jennifer's lips, into her mouth. Jennifer figured she wasn't about to move it anytime soon, so she slid her hand further down and over Katie's jogging shorts, now cupping both cheeks of her daughter's ass. Jennifer sighed hotly, reveling in the beautiful curves of her daughter's young flesh. Katie humped faster, but Jennifer wanted to feel more. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen on that video - how wonderful her daughter's ass looked encased in those thin panties, especially as she bent over... Jennifer slowly slid her right hand up to the waistband and gently slipped it under, pressing her fingers to her daughter's hot skin. She sighed as she slid her hand down over her daughter's smooth, round cheek and felt Katie pant hotter against her mouth, her hips thrusting more urgently. Jennifer couldn't control herself. Her hand roamed her daughter's sweet ass, her fingertips dipping into her crack. Oh God. Her hot, sweaty crack. The only thing she could think about was that video and how Katie had pulled her panties aside... Would Jennifer - could Jennifer do what she so desperately wanted? Katie was panting heavier, humping harder. Jennifer dipped her middle finger down, gently touching the edge of her daughter's tight, wrinkled pucker. "HHHAahhhhH! UuhhhhnnHH!" Katie panted, her mouth dropping open. Jennifer could tell she was close. She prayed and hoped so. She slid her hand down further and gripped her daughter's cheek fully, her middle fingertip still pressed against her rosebud. "AAH!" Katie grunted, throwing her body forward, her head nestled next to her mother's as their breasts crushed together. Katie now thrust her hips in firmer, tighter strokes, with a further increased urgency. Jennifer couldn't resist. She moved her fingertip delicately to the center of her daughter's pucker, then pushed. "UNNNH! Oh God! Oh Mom! MOM!" Katie groaned into her mother's ear, bucking her hips as hard and tight as she could. Jennifer sank her finger deeper, up to the first knuckle. Her daughter was hot, smooth, and gripped her tightly. "NNNNFFFFF! NFFFFF!! NNNNNNNFFFFFFFFHHHHH!!" Katie grunted, her entire body tensing in three sharp thrusts. Jennifer felt her daughter's flesh grip her finger as her entire bottom tensed, hardening into a rock as she held herself tight against Jennifer, shuddering violently. "Yes!" Jennifer breathed into her daughter's ear. "Yes, baby girl, please!" Jennifer panted as she felt her daughter, her very own sweet little girl, cumming in her arms, against her body, her tight little butthole gripping her middle finger. Jennifer felt herself shudder in a mini-orgasm of her own, just from the sheer power of feeling her daughter cum against her body. It was beautiful, sweet, and absolutely mind-blowing. Jennifer held her daughter tightly, letting her ride out her shudders, grinding her crotch into Jennifer's hip. She breathed against her daughter's ear and paid careful attention to every little movement Katie made against her. It was clear Katie was not holding back, as her entire body shook and trembled. She continued grinding as her orgasm subsided, shuddering sporadically as she felt little aftershocks. Jennifer thought it was absolutely beautiful. She was so thankful they had been able to share this - it was the closest she'd ever felt to her daughter since she was a baby. To reconnect like this, especially in this way, as her daughter was maturing and growing up, was everything Jennifer could have ever hoped for. Jennifer just wanted to hold her like this forever. And then, softly, Katie began to sob. It was barely noticeable at first, but soon Jennifer began to realize that the shaking of her daughter's body was no longer the aftereffects of her orgasm - she was outright crying. Jennifer's instinct was to pull her daughter close - to tell her it would be okay. But as soon as Jennifer began to slide her hands up out of Katie's shorts and up around her back to comfort her, she was met with a shock. Katie pushed herself away from her mother, her face red and twisted up in anguish. She began to climb off of her mother's lap, her face pained. "Oh my God... Oh my God," she kept repeating, with a tone in her voice that made it sound like she was about to throw up. As soon as she climbed out of the chair, Jennifer watched in total shock and confusion as her daughter took off down the hallway, hearing her bedroom door slam shut. ***************************************************** What the hell had just happened?! Katie's mind was a swirl - a jumbled mess of mixed up emotions and twisted thoughts. How could she have let something like that happen? How?? HOW?!! It was wrong! It was sick! It was absolutely disgusting! She had - oh God, what had she done?! She couldn't even bring herself to think it. She sat on her bed, hugging herself tightly for comfort as she felt tears streaming down her face. Was she going to throw up? She might. She just might. But something kept coming back to her that she couldn't shake. It was the sensation of her mother's breath against her ear... and the words she was whispering to her... It gave Katie a strange feeling of deep and wonderful comfort one second, and a feeling like she was going to throw up the next. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't shake it. She had never heard her mom be so soothing, so comforting, so passionate, so... loving? It was absolutely wonderful and everything she'd ever wanted from her mother, but... the context was all wrong. ALL wrong. Wasn't it? Mothers and daughters shouldn't DO those things! Okay, yes, she'd been staring at her mother a little bit lately. And thinking weird things. And hell, even feeling weird things. She was seeing her mother in a totally new way and it was weird and scary for her. But thinking and feeling things was one thing - DOING them was completely different altogether! She shouldn't have done it, she shouldn't have done it, she kept repeating to herself. But wait... wasn't it... her mother who kissed HER? Yes, her mom had started everything! GOD! Why?! Why did she DO that?? Did she... no, that was impossible. Did she... Did she actually WANT to do those things?? What other explanation was there? Why else would she kiss her? Why else would she pull her into her lap like that and do those things to her? Those wonderful - no, those AWFUL things?? GOD! Katie was such a mess. She had felt so wonderful in that moment... so blissfully comforted and secure, so welcomed and so loved by her mother... it was shocking in its power and it was the only reason Katie could think of as to why she allowed it all to happen. God, it was wonderful. Did her mother really think of her that way? Did she really WANT to do all those things? KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! "Katie, please open the door!" came a passionate, almost desperate call. Katie squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't think she could face her mother right now. She didn't think she could face her mother ever again. "Katie, PLEASE! We need to talk. Please don't shut me out! Please, sweetie, I'm begging you!" Sweetie? Her mom hadn't called her that since she was single digits. A strange feeling spread through Katie's body at hearing her mother call her that, and suddenly a pang of guilt washed over her. Not guilt at what she'd done, but guilt at leaving her mother outside. She didn't want to let her in. But somehow, she knew she would hate herself even more if she left her locked out. Slowly, Katie got up from her bed and unlocked the door, returning back to her bed. She didn't know how much longer her legs could hold herself up. Slowly, the knob turned and the door opened. Her mother stood in the doorway, looking completely disheveled, confused, out of breath, and oddly, stunningly beautiful. Katie felt her stomach tighten and even felt a little twitch between her legs as she recognized the beautiful girl in the catalogues standing in the doorway, seeking to communicate with her. Her mother looked younger than she usually did, and more vulnerable. A small fraction of the disgust Katie had felt moments earlier was beginning to melt away. "Katie, please... please don't be upset," her mother began, slowly stepping into the room. Katie just blinked with wet eyes. "Katie, I didn't know... I didn't know what to do. I feel... I feel like a horrible person for thinking and feeling the things I do. I... I never meant to act on it, but... but I didn't know what else to do. I love you so much. I always have. I just don't always know how to show it." Katie was even more confused now than she was before her mother came in. What was she saying? That she... feels this way? All the time?! Katie unexpectedly began to feel her heart flutter in her chest. This was the girl whose pictures made her feel the strangest, and simultaneously the most dangerously thrilling feelings her young body had yet experienced, and here she was saying she felt this way about HER?? Little old boring Katie, who nobody ever paid attention to?? She swallowed, her body tense, thinking maybe she hadn't heard right. "Katie, I... I never told you this, but..." her mother paused, looking like she was having trouble getting whatever it was out. "But... well... you, uhm, you know I was never really into your father. I think that's pretty obvious. But... the truth is... I... I was never really into, uhm... men... in general. At all." Katie's brow furrowed. Was she saying what Katie thought she was saying? Was her mother a lesbian?! "Katie, I..." her mother began, "...I'm attracted to women. Always have been. I'm sorry I never told you before, I just... I figured you would use it against me since... since you seem to disapprove so much of who I am." Katie was shocked. Not only at the lesbian part - that was definitely a shock - but that her mother verbalized something that Katie supposed she always felt, but never really put into words. Somehow, hearing it from her mother's mouth - that Katie disapproved of her - sounded incredibly harsh. Katie immediately told herself that couldn't be true. That couldn't be how she really felt, could it? Even if she had felt it in the past, things had changed. This woman in front of her wasn't the mother she thought she knew. She was... really beautiful. And caring. And vulnerable. And she seemed to really like Katie. Katie opened her mouth to speak. She didn't really know what she was going to say, but she was thankful that she was cut off. "In any case," her mother went on, "it's true. And it's been a long time since I've seen anyone romantically. I know that's no excuse for the things I feel... but I just want you to know that I'm being completely honest with you right now. You are becoming--" she paused, correcting herself. "You ARE a beautiful young woman. It's hard for me to put into words how gorgeous I think you are. And I know that moms say that stuff all the time about their kids, but with you... somehow, it feels different." Katie's heart was beating faster. She was surprised at her body's reaction to these words, but she was powerless to stop it. No one had ever said anything like this to her before... let alone her own mother. There was a strange mixture of emotions swirling through Katie's body - comfort and love from her mother who was standing before her, and a strange and oddly powerful desire for the beautiful girl in the catalogues, who she also saw standing right in front of her. With a shock, she realized it was the same sensation she experienced right after her mother first kissed her, when they were staring into each other's eyes. Her mother paused, looking uncertain for a second. "Katie... can I sit down?" she asked politely. Katie nodded and moved aside, making a space for her mother to sit next to her on the bed. "I hope you don't hate me, but I understand if you do," her mother went on. "I should be paying more attention to you. I'm just afraid of the kind of attention I want to give. I know this isn't easy to understand and I'm sorry if I'm not making much sense, but I need to get this out in the open. You can hate me, Katie, but you need to know that I love you. I don't want us to fight. I'm tired of fighting and I'm sure you are too." The proximity to this beautiful woman was making Katie uneasy. No, not uneasy really, but... tense. She was listening, but couldn't really focus on what her mother was saying. All she could feel was her stomach in a tight knot and a burning somewhere in her body. Or was it everywhere? Her body felt charged - energized. Something felt like it was about to burst, but she didn't know what. "Katie... what we did... What we did was..." Katie looked up into her mother's eyes. Her heart was pounding. "How long did you say it's been?" she asked. "W-what?" her mother said, confused. "Since you'd been with someone... romantically," Katie said. It just blurted out. She could barely believe she'd said it. It was almost like someone else was talking. Her mother searched her eyes, curious. "A... a long time. I don't know... a really long time... S-several years..." God, she's beautiful. It was all Katie could think. She didn't deserve to go so long like that. It was a shame. She's so pretty. And Katie's heart was pounding so hard. There was a force - a force so powerful she couldn't control... it was pushing her to... to... Her eyes... oh God, her eyes were so soft... so entrancing... Before Katie knew it, she was leaning forward. Something compelled her. She couldn't help it. Her mother's lips parted. Yesss... Katie sighed as she pressed her lips to her mother's. Immediately, all those sensations of comfort and love and acceptance came flooding back - in addition to her strong and heavily growing arousal. It felt so right. So beautifully, wonderfully right. It's what she'd wanted - what she'd always wanted. Suddenly her mother's lips were gripping her own. Katie leaned forward, gently lowering her mother back on the bed. Last time, in the chair, it had been all about Katie. Now Katie wanted to do something for her mother. To show her that things were definitely not the same between them anymore. That they definitely had a new and deeper understanding between them. That Katie definitely - absolutely - did not hate her mother. Katie continued gently kissing her mother's lips, leaning down over her prone form. Softly. Delicately. Sweetly. Lovingly. She shifted her weight as her hands slid down her mother's taut belly, then her abdomen. Finally, she came to stop at the waistband of her mother's pants. Still kissing her mother's soft mouth, she unbuttoned her mother's pants and pushed the zipper down. She then began to slide her hand down inside her mother's panties and through her thick pubic hair. Immediately, she felt her mother sigh hotly into her mouth, and a wonderful warmth radiated from Katie's core, spreading through her chest and her loins. She was making her mother feel good, and it aroused her terribly. Katie slid her thin fingers further, and received a thrill as she touched her mother's labia, already spread, and already hot and wet, no doubt from their session earlier. She was actually doing it - she was touching her mother's vagina, and it thrilled her. She moved her middle and ring fingers around until she felt her mother's clit hood and began to massage it gently, just like she does when she masturbates. She hoped her mother would like it, and judging by the breathy gasps and groans that spread across her lips and into her mouth, she felt like she was doing something right. Katie teased her mother, kissing her softly with her lips, occasionally dipping her tongue into her mouth, while she gently rubbed her mom's clit. She wanted this to be a big buildup, especially since it had been so long for her mom. She wanted to thank her - for what they did earlier, for what she'd said to her just now, for everything. For being her mom. She deserved it. Katie gradually began to rub a little faster and soon began to feel her mother's hips gyrating around on the bed in response to her fingers. The fact that she was making her mother move like this gave Katie another thrill and she couldn't help but rub just a little faster and dip her tongue just a little further into her mother's mouth. She could actually feel her mother's clit, hard and firm, beneath her fingers, and she began to stroke it back and forth with her fingertips. She had never felt another woman's vagina before, and the feeling alone was wonderful, setting aside the fact that it belonged to her mother, which brought a whole other level of eroticism to it. Her mother was breathing heavier, panting hotter into her mouth, and Katie felt her mother's hands slide up around the back of her head, holding it gently as they kissed. She picked up the pace a little more, rubbing faster still, and was greeted with a moan into her mouth. Katie didn't know how much longer she could make her mother wait - any longer and she felt like it would be cruel. Katie dipped her tongue into her mother's mouth once more, licking along the length of her tongue, then sped up her fingers rapidly, pulling up a bit to look down into her mother's face. Her beautiful mother's brows were furrowed, her mouth open and panting, her eyes pleading. It was the most beautiful sight Katie had ever seen and she redoubled her efforts, desperately wanting to please her mother. Her mom's jaw dropped further, her legs spreading, her hips thrusting gently upward. Their eyes were locked and Katie felt her mother's hand slide from the back of her head around to cup her cheek softly. "Katie," her mother panted. "Oh my sweet Katie!" And then a violent jerk against her fingers and a tensing of her mother's body signaled to Katie that she had brought her mother to orgasm. She kept moving her fingers, looking down into her mother's eyes, studying the beautiful expressions on her face as she came. "Unnh! Oh God! UUUNNHHH!!" her mother grunted, bucking her hips harder and bursting into what appeared to be a second orgasm as Katie suddenly felt her mother's hand grip her face firmly. Katie's eyes widened, shocked at the power of her mother's orgasm, but never breaking eye contact. "UNNNN! NNNNNNHHHH!!" her mother grunted, bucking her hips again and again. Katie watched it all, utterly mesmerized. She was thrilled at being able to cause a reaction so powerful, and felt herself absolutely beaming inside at the realization that she had given her mother such wonderful pleasure. 'Yes, mom,' she seemed to say with her eyes. 'I want this too.' Her mother rode out a powerful and long orgasm, bucking and jerking her hips for nearly a full minute after her peak. Katie watched, fascinated, as her mother caught her breath, and then couldn't help herself from smiling. She couldn't believe how beautiful this was. And then her mother was smiling back at her. Katie felt hands on either side of her face, and felt them gently pulling her down. She gladly bent down and pressed her lips softly and lovingly to her mother's. When she pulled up, Katie rested her head against her mother's chest, listening to her breathing and her heart beating. She let her mother catch her breath, then looked back up at her. God, she was beautiful, she thought. "Oh Katie," her mother said, reaching up to stroke her cheek again. "I love you so much." "I love you too, mom," Katie said, for the first time in memory, and as she did, she felt a wonderful warmth spread all throughout her body. She smiled, realizing she meant every word. **************************************************************** To be continued...