Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2008 02:46:19 -0500
From: Meredith Jaussaud <mewill71@gmail.com>
Subject: No Ordinary Love

Original story and characters written and copyrighted by Meredith Jaussaud,
2008, at mewill71@gmail.com.  Comments are always welcome as long as they
are positive.  Please do not copy/re-post anywhere else without giving me
(the author) proper credit.

This series of letters, notes, and cards covers an intimate and remarkable
journey between myself, and my 19-year-old daughter, Beth.  The
correspondence details the origins of my forbidden love affair that truly
changed the course of my life.

The origins of our relationship can be traced back to the fall of 1986,
when Beth was a sophomore at a small liberal arts college in Ohio, two
hours away from me.  I've been lucky enough to have a comfortable lifestyle
as a CPA, and if it matters, I am a naturally blessed voluptuous brunette
who could stand to lose a few extra pounds.  I've been single for most of
my adult life, as Beth's father was a drunken fool I lost my virginity to
when I was 17. At 36, I vowed to quit dating when Beth came home to spend
the summer at home.  Like myself, Beth is a shapely, curvy young woman that
is naturally blond with skin of a deep golden hue.  I've always admired her
exotic looks... her hair, lengthy and glowing, falling straight down her
back.  Her brown eyes exuded a confidence I never knew how much I missed
until she was gone.

Until now, my sex life was pretty much non-existent, literally.  Aside from
a meaningless tryst in the back seat of Beth's' father's car when I was 17,
and a brief and empty fling with my boss when I was 25, it was rather dull.
Romance and sex were just something I always linked heartache to.

I can't pinpoint the exact date as to when Beth and I's relationship took
the turn, but I do distinctly recall the day she left for college, so young
and naive at just 18.  I cried myself to sleep every night for a week,
desperately missing the joyful presence of Beth's radiance she brought to
our home.  In my heartache, I put my anguish to words in a series of
letters to her.

A 'Miss You' card to Beth from me, dated Sep. 8, 1986.

"Dear Beth,

I can't tell you how much I miss you already.  Seeing you leave yesterday
was agonizing to say the least, and I spent the better part of the night
crying myself to sleep.  I know, you must think your mom is a nutty old
hag.  Believe me, I thought so too.  But I think this summer was a great
one by all means.  I really enjoyed having my baby home with me, and felt
that we grew closer on so many levels.

I'm happy that you enjoyed the pool so much this summer, honey.  It was
expensive, but well worth it by seeing the happy look on your face.  Your
tan looks great, and I know the boys will be drooling all over you when you
return to classes.

Must go for now, baby girl.  I love you, and be safe.

XOXOXO's Mom"

I got a 'Thank You' card from her, dated Sep 21, 1986.  A bouquet of white
and pink roses was delivered the same day.

"Mom,

Thanks for the letter and check for $30.  I wanted to spend it all on you
with the flowers.  I hope they made it to you today.  Lemme know, okay?
Anyway, I am busy right now with a lot of silly stuff right now, but thanks
for the pool.  It was awesome!

No boys right now.  Just too busy.  But no, you are NOT a old nutty hag!
Quit saying that!  You're awesome, and you know it.  Every man in
Cincinnati would die to just get a date with you, so quit thinking negative
stuff please!!  And by the way, you looked great in that two piece we
bought at JCPenny.  Dad lost the best girl he ever had when he left us.
What a jerk.  I hope I never see him again.

Anyway, I miss you too Mom.  Write or call when you can.  Hearing from you
always makes me smile.

Love,

Beth."

I quickly wrote her back, dated October 1, 1986.

"Baby girl,

Your flowers made me cry for what felt like hours.  You truly made my day,
and I cannot thank you enough.  I called last night and left a message with
Teresa, and she said you were at Initiation.  But I just wanted you to know
how dear you are to me, and that you will always be my most cherished girl.
You made me feel special again, and I love you even more.

It's hard for me to put to words how exhausting and lonely the last few
years have been for me.  Not to burden you with more problems (because your
studies come first), but now that you are older, I pray that you can see
things from a woman's perspective now.  One day, I hope we can share many
more things about what exactly happened when your father disowned you, but
know that for now, you are the one special person in my life.  You're so
beautiful and when I look at you, I glow inside knowing that you are happy
and that you will have a sweet extraordinary life.  I pray that whoever you
eventually fall in love with, that he or she can appreciate the gentle
radiance of your heart.

You would make any mother proud.

I love you so very much,

Mom"

Thankfully, I received another letter from her, dated October 6, 1986

"MOM!!

Thanks for the sweet note, but when you said "he or she", I kinda freaked a
little.  What exactly did you mean, he or she?  I love you too, but I
showed your letter to Teresa, and she said maybe you got confused or
something.

I gotta go for now and get ready for another study group tonight.  Wish me
luck!  XOXO's

Beth"

Upon receiving her letter, I decided to call Beth that night around 10pm.

Our conversation followed as such:

"Hello?" answered Beth.

"Hey sweetie!" I replied in cheer.

"Hey mom." Said Beth in an uneasy tone.

Like a good mother, I immediately picked up on my child's uncertain tone.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing.  Just tired mostly." She answered.

"You getting enough sleep, baby?" I started with the typical question.

"Yea."

An ambiguous silence followed, as I knew something was wrong.

"Sweetheart, what is it?  I can tell you're not you." I voiced.

"Nothing, really..." Beth started before I interrupted.

"Honey, this is your mom, and I know when something's wrong.  Remember we
agreed; no secrets or lies?"

Thankfully, my instincts proved true as I could literally hear my
daughter's resistance melt away.

"Mom, I'm just... its just hard to explain."

Sitting up in bed, I nervously twisting the phone cord in my fingers.

"Do you need me to come down?" I immediately asked.

"No.  Well, maybe-- I don't know." Stammered my daughter, clearly uneasy
with speaking with me.

For a fleeting, but exciting second, I recognized my daughter's tone.
Remembering back to the summer when I overheard Beth on the phone, I
recalled the same tone in Beth's voice as she talked with a boy who was
interested in dating her.  I abruptly caught my breath, thinking for just a
split second that this conversation sounded much like an exotic romantic
affair.  That morbid thought was quickly cursed in my mind as I did my best
to focus on the topic at hand.

"Look," I started.  "Whatever it is honey, you can tell me.  If you need me
to come down and just be there with you, I'll leave right now.  All you
have to do is tell me."

"Oh, mom." Beth cried in her helpless voice.

My heart melted hearing my girl's obvious heartache.

"Listen, I'm leaving now." I said.  "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Really?" Beth asked in almost a begging tone.

"Yes, really." I replied.  "You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for
you."

"That's what makes you so wonderful, mother." Beth answered, sniffling her
tears.

"Mother?  She's never called me THAT before." I told myself as I tried to
slip out from under my covers to get ready.  "Just let her be." I told
myself.

"Let me go so I can get dressed honey, okay?" I suggested.

"Okay.  I'll tell the house mom you're coming." Replied Beth.

"Just relax and lay down.  I'll be there in a couple of hours, okay?"

"Okay.  Thanks, mom.  Really.  I just...  I just really need you right
now."

"Oh sweetie," I said as I thankfully stepped back into the role as nurturer
and caretaker for my beloved daughter.

I immediately dressed myself in jeans and my wrinkled blouse I wore that
day, before making a mad dash to my car.  Before long, I was on my way to
console whatever it was that troubled my dear daughter. About an hour into
the lonely trip, that same cursed thought slithered back into my
mind... that sweet memory of hearing Beth's alluring voice on the phone
with that boy.  Gripping the wheel in self imposed animosity and guilt; I
did my best to forbid thinking of my lovely daughter like this...

Rubbing my forehead in crushing guilt, a charming memory came to mind of
last summer.  It was shortly after the pool was finished, and Beth was
standing at the end of our brand new swimming pool in her glorious two
piece black bikini.  She had just dived into the deep end, and crawled out
to jump back in when she reached behind her to wrangle her drawn-out, soggy
blond locks.  I had no intention of looking at Beth in such a way.  I just
happened to pass by the sliding glass doors when out of the corner of my
eye; a sparkling glimmer of light caught my eye.  It was one of those
moments where something just felt so right, forcing one to stop and look.

Its something only a woman can understand... that moment when fondness and
passion reaches out, and grabs your heart in unwitting fate.

I stopped to watch the afternoon sun hit the glistening beads of water
trickling down from Beth's shapely, buxom body.  I gasped; feeling like
someone had just shot me in the stomach-- that pang of profound attraction
and splintering guilt.  I felt paralyzed, completely transfixed on the
sight of that deep tan flesh... luckily, Beth's back was to me as she
stretched out her arms, slightly bowing her back like some Goddess of pure
sexuality.  Holding my breath, my hand covered my mouth as if some
involuntary reflex to stop my immoral thoughts.

My heart raced, admiring the high cut of Beth's bikini, how it emphasized
her savory wide hips...  how the damp black material ascended from the
golden spheres of soaked ass to cuddle that small waist... I sighed as my
eyes strayed along Beth's back, so perfectly proportioned and symmetrical.
The sight of her wet mahogany skin left me alone with all my thoughts of
wondrous sin and eroticism.  Never before had I thought of a woman in such
a way, let alone my beautifully tanned daughter.  It was as if Heaven's
gates opened my eyes to unfurl my true, indisputable destiny... Had I
really become a lesbian in that fraction of a second?  Never before had I
been remotely attracted to a woman before.  But as I thought about it, I
seemed to remember having a crush on a female camp leader when I was
younger.  It was fantastically amazing how my mind seemed to open right up,
suddenly remembering all the other moments throughout my life when I would
briefly catch a fleeting glance of a gorgeous woman.  I started to think
back to some women at work I had particular sentiments to.  My eyes
blinked, even thinking back to my own mother, and how awe-inspiring her
hourglass figure was.

A barrage of sensual imagery filled my mind... sleek wide hips, bountiful
healthy breasts... smooth, glossy skin and long graceful hair to comb my
appreciative fingers through.  My imagination of Beth's magnificence
triggered something inside, a realization of closeness and unquestionable
destiny.  I clearly recall sensing my sexuality awaken once more, something
I had denied for too many years.  But in looking back, my sexuality never
really came alive in the first place.

"No!" I screamed, hitting the steering wheel in madness.  I told myself it
was destructive for thinking such things.

I was a god fearing, church going woman.  I did everything by the book.
How on earth could I entertain such a morbid thought?  And why on earth did
this emotional fantasy cry out to me in such a hedonistic tone?  My mind
battled the rights and wrongs of such a coupling.  For the remainder of the
trip, all I could see in my mind was Beth's gloriously beige body standing
at the pool...  how could anyone in their right mind resist such a shapely
vixen as my daughter?

Upon arriving at Beth's sorority house, I was met by the housemother, who
told her Beth was getting her bags ready.  "This must be big news to have
Beth packing her bags." I thought to myself as I made her way upstairs to
her room.  Walking in to find Beth zipping her luggage, I raced in as Beth
turned to embrace me in a sweeping welcome... aghast by the intensity of
her embrace, I thought that our reunion could've topped any romantic epic
film, it was that powerful.

Beth reveled in my warm proximity, locking herself to me with every ounce
of her being.  If it hadn't been for the fact that I was her mother, my
mouth would have been passionately sealed to hers with breathless hunger.

"Oh, honey.  What is it?  What happened?" I softly asked, unsure of how
intimately my arms wrapped about the small of Beth's waist.

My heart fluttered, shamefully enjoying my daughter's buxom flesh in my
grip.  I sighed, trying to cast out those fiendish thoughts of salacious
incest.

"I had a fight with Teresa." Beth sobbed against her my shoulder.  "We
broke up."

"Teresa, you mean your roommate honey?" I asked.

"She's... Oh God, mom, I don't know." Replied Beth.  "She's my... she and I
were girlfriends.  We're lovers, mom."

My heart deadlocked in trauma, not by the fact my daughter was a lesbian,
but by the notion that perhaps I could entice Beth into my bed as an actual
lover.

"Oh, honey, it's alright." I replied, lovingly stroking her long silky
blonde hair.

"You're not mad that I'm gay?"  Beth whimpered, leaning back with her teary
eyes gazing into mine.

"Not at all." I assured her.  "I think it's beautiful if you want to know
the truth."

"Really?"  Beth said, wiping her eyes.  "I thought for sure you'd be mad at
me."

"Nope." I said with an assuring smile of hope.  "Whoever this Teresa is,
she hasn't one clue what she's missing out on."

Tears stung Beth's eyes as she fell into my arms once more.  Just hearing
those familiar words of confidence gave Beth the hope she needed to get
beyond the heartache at hand.

"God, mom, you're the best." Beth said, tightening her hold around the
loving warmth of my devoted embrace.

"Well, no one hurts my baby girl like that." I whispered, basking in the
nearness of my beloved daughter.  "Come on and get your things.  We'll go
get a hotel for the night and relax."

Driving into the nearby town that hosted the college, I stepped into full
mother mode, taking every precautionary step in ensuring my daughter was
accommodated.  Beth loved going to hotels as a child, and I could see that
she still did as we stepped into the whirlpool suite I had requested.  Beth
was giddy as she inspected the plush three-room suite, finally finding the
king-size bed that awaited her shapely body.  Lying on her back, Beth let
out a sigh of relief, stretching her limbs out in exquisite relaxation.

"You like?" I asked as I unpacked Beth's clothes into the drawers.

"God yes.  This is awesome, mom.  I've wanted to stay here since I started
school." Beth replied, flipping over on her side.

"I guess it's too late for a swim, huh?" Beth added as her right hand came
to rest atop the crest of her elevated hip.

Glancing back at her, I noticed the curvaceous contour between her hips and
provocative chest.  Even in her sweater and jeans, Beth looked simply
amazing.  Not the typical rail thin woman, or model-esque type, Beth's
hourglass body held stunning curves that would drive any man or woman wild
with pure lust.  I just hoped that in some uncanny way, she found me just
as appealing.  The struggle within didn't go away as I had hoped... in
fact, it was just beginning to nurture itself inside my tender heart.

"We can swim tomorrow baby." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed,
glowing with a motherly smile.  "Why don't you get into your PJ's and come
to bed.  I'll sleep on the sofa."

"No." Beth adamantly said, sitting up.  "I mean, I just... I don't know.  I
was hoping I could sleep with you tonight.  Like I did when I was little.
If that's okay."

"Of course it is, love." I replied lying my hand atop Beth's gently.

I couldn't believe how straightforward I was becoming.

"Oh, mom." Beth began.  "I've missed these times we had.  I want to move
back home to be with you."

Oh my God... her words reached through the mists of guilt and heartache,
grabbing my heart without regard.

"Well, one thing at a time sweetie." I nervously said as Beth began
caressing her my trembling hand.  "Let's just get through tonight and we'll
talk all you want tomorrow."

With a blissful smile, Beth nodded as she crawled off the bed and walked
into the bathroom to change.  There I sat sat, briefly vacant as I
contemplated Beth coming back home.  "It would be nice." I thought while I
changed into my flannel nightgown, crawling under the plush sheets.
Turning off the bedside night-light, I laid on my side as an another throng
of images and thoughts raced through my head.  The silent whispers of
committing incest with my very own daughter were growing into clear,
tangible voices now.

Hearing the bathroom door open, I peeked up to see Beth walking back into
the bedroom, dressed in an oversized football jersey of her college.  Her
body was backlit by the exterior parking lot lights from outside, accenting
Beth's thick glossy thighs and caramel legs.  An abrupt image of my mouth
clinging to her beige thigh captured my heart.  Fighting it again by
closing my eyes, I sighed heavily, exhausted by the persisting conflict
raging in my mind.  It was then I felt Beth crawl into bed with me.

"Mom?" Beth quietly said.

"Yea, honey?" I replied.

"Can you hold me tonight?" Beth asked in a despondent tone.

How could I say no?

"Absolutely."  I answered, sliding over to meet Beth in the middle of the
spacious our bed.

The mere contact of my body with Beth's shot my pulse sky high.  Beth
nestled on her side, snuggling her soft wide ass up against my aroused,
moistened groin.  I silently prayed for forgiveness, feeling a person's
body beside mine for the first time in over 10 years.  Suppressing a sigh
of total devotion, I held my hands back from resting them anywhere near her
erogenous zones.

"Here." Started Beth as she reached behind me, taking my arm to bring it
around her chest and small waist.  "Uhmm.  That's perfect... just like when
I was little."

An inaudible gasp of sheer astonishment drifted from my mouth.  My right
hand nestled amidst Beth's fleshy bosom while my left arm gladly stood in
for a pillow for my beloved.

"That's nice, isn't it?" Beth peacefully asked me.

"Yea." I replied in an unsteady voice.

"What's wrong, mom?" asked Beth.

"Nothing." I quickly replied, shooting down my soaring hope of experiencing
pure unadulterated incest with my full-bosomed vixen.

"You're just not that little girl I used to hold years ago." I managed to
reply, trying to keep my face back from Beth's floral scented hair.

It smelled wonderful... intoxicating... pure.

"I'm a woman now." Beth added, entwining her hands with mine.

For some extraordinary reason, I knew exactly what to say, and how to say
it.

"And a beautiful woman at that." I voiced, fondling my daughter's delicate
hand.

"Thank you, mom." Beth said in her soft voice.  "But you gave it to me."

"Nonsense." I shot back, getting more comfortable behind my daughter's
full-figured body.

"No really, mom.  I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known.
Dad was such a fool for leaving you." Beth added.  "I hope I'm lucky enough
to marry a woman as beautiful as you someday."

This was teetering on sheer narcosis for me.  How could my daughter
consider such a thing, let alone put it to words?

"Marry?" I stammered as I felt the age-old stirrings of love, lust, and
passions grasp my soul.

"Yea." Beth answered with assurance.  "In fact, that's why I fell for
Teresa was because she reminded me so much of you.  I mean, if that's okay
to admit, mom."

"Yea." I somehow replied.  "I guess so."

"Am I making you nervous, mom?" Beth asked, as she looked back at my face,
now flush with expectation.

The room was dark except for the tiny slivers of the security lights
outside, but as my eyes got used to the dark, they could clearly see Beth
without any effort.  Ironic how everything seemed to become so much clearer
with each passing moment.

"No, not really.  I mean... it's just the first time I've ever had a real
lesbian in my arms." I confessed.

"Does it scare you?" Beth urged as our eyes met together in truthful
longing.

Somehow, I knew my reply before she even asked.

"No." I unabashedly admitted in a low, sensuous tone.

"Mom." Beth softly mouthed, lifting her left hand to brush Barbara's face.

"You're the reason I wanted to be a lesbian." Beth said.  "Growing up with
you, always seeing how beautiful you were... its what every girl could ever
hope to have."

"Oh my God." I gasped.  "Me?"

Beth slowly nodded yes; keeping her eyes transfixed upon her mine.  I
couldn't believe the remarkable words that were coming from my daughter's
mouth.  As shocking and as immoral as they were, they somehow made complete
sense to me.

"In fact, I'd probably ask to kiss you right now if you weren't my mother."
Beth continued.  "Not that I haven't thought about it though."

"I have too." I finally admitted, yielding to the tidal wave of emotion and
need she felt inside.

The two of us were venturing into the complete unknown... this was
undiscovered territory for us.  Yet somehow, something inside me said it
was worth risking everything for.

Beth's fingers remained upon my blushing cheek, sharing a timeless gaze of
realization and truth.

"You... so you've thought about me?" Beth beckoned in a softer tone.

With that, I raised her hand to lightly grasp her daughter's as she nodded
"yes" with certainty.

"We could... they would throw us in jail for it." Beth added.

"I don't care." I said.  "I'd spend the rest of my life in jail for you."

My words melted Beth's heart.  They were healing in a way... soothing to
hear, and so right.

"Oh, mom." Beth uttered, adoring my supple face with years of hope and
ambition serving as her only inspiration.

"I've always loved you... not as your daughter, but as a woman." Beth
ultimately acknowledged.  "For so long... so long."

My breath grew shallow, feeling myself inadvertently inching closer towards
the full sweet lips that awaited a mother's kiss.

"I want to kiss you." I calmly spoke.

"I want you to." Replied her motionless daughter.

"Ooohhh." I sighed in aching passion.  This was the one moment I had dreamt
of for far to long.

Like a frightened child, my fingers crept up to graze Beth's full,
saturated lips.  My line of sight bounced back and forth between Beth's
sapphire eyes and the lips that I wanted to drink the forbidden elixir of
exquisite incest from.

"My beautiful mother." Beth breathlessly pledged, feeling her mother's
graceful touch.

"God, even that sounds so fucking sexy." I thought to myself as she
continued exploring her child's lips.

Our misty eyes converged once more as our mouths willingly seared together.
I felt the piercing sword of lust and eroticism stab my very soul as we
shared our very first kiss as wanton lovers.  For me, it had been the one
unobtainable dream I knew would never come true... yet here, in this
darkened hotel room at 2:17am on a cold autumn night, a mother and her
daughter rescued one another in the purest sense.  That thought alone
stripped away any resistance to this magnificent accomplishment of divine
incest.

The angels of kismet had led us to the warmth of each other's arms...

I relished the dripping benediction of my daughter's tender lips.  I had
never felt anything so soft before... so luscious.  That added to the fact
that I was sharing my first kiss with a woman was one thing, but the sordid
knowledge that it was my own daughter was something my mind simply could
not grasp.  It was magnificent... poignant, and so sensual.

Beth drew upon my inspirations, suckling the lips of her professed lifelong
hero, me of all people. Beth blessed my mouth with the finesse I had sought
for so long.  My right hand turned so to stroke Beth's youthful face with
the backs of her fingers, savoring Beth's boiling saliva.  Gradually, I
felt her demure hand touch mine, gingerly guiding it to her mouth to
lovingly kiss each digit carefully... slowly... and so affectionately.  Our
faces drifted together as I watched Beth's perpetual devotion in silent
awe.

"I've always wanted to do this." Beth confessed, tenderly suckling each
finger as if delicious morsels of the most cherished cuisine.

"Oh my God." I breathlessly whispered as my mouth fell agape.

"I watched these hands raise me." Beth continued, murmuring between each
yearning kiss.  "Nurture me... loving me all these years."

Bending my hand about, she painstakingly bathed the inside of my palm with
her tongue.  Both of her lissome hands cradled mine, falling into a
mystical trance as she molded my entire palm to her face, whimpering in
intoxicating ebullience.  All I could do was endure the magical hex my
daughter had cast over me with these kisses.

"My beautiful mother." Moaned Beth, lustfully worshipping my hand.

I had never witnessed such pure eroticism before.  Never again would I
think that something as plain and ordinary as a hand couldn't be considered
a beautiful thing.  Beth was redefining salaciousness and love with each
passing moment.

I let go and wrapped my arms around Beth's neck, falling into a commanding
embrace as Beth's mouth muffled mine with resounding moans.  Bending my
neck for a deeper kiss, I gave Beth full access to plunge her tongue
throughout my open mouth.  She took full advantage of my submission,
thrashing her tongue from top to bottom, licking my inner cheeks and teeth
before drawing in my lower lip in hypnotizing lust.  I buckled beneath the
eagerness of my child, giving into to whatever impulse she so craved.

I was aghast by her salacious courage.  My neck fell back, casting itself
vulnerable for another taste.  Crazed by the countless hopes and fantasies,
Beth sank in, sealing her mouth to my neck.  I howled, clutching the flimsy
football jersey on her shoulders, tearing it from her flesh.  Our intensity
exploded, as Beth sank her teeth deeper, hungrily suckling my skin.  I
grinned as I imagined a dark hickey on my neck... wanting to walk about in
public for everyone to see.  If those wandering eyes only knew it was my
very own daughter that gave me this savage mark.

I wanted the world to know I had finally met my soul mate.

"Fuck!" I yelped, feeling Beth's tongue thrash across my neck.

I think my throaty cry fueled Beth's flames even more.  Lifting me, Beth
dismounted my battered neck to pull the flannel nightgown from my body.

Like a misty eyed savage, Beth growled; "I want you naked."

Angrily tugging my gown, she ripped part of it off as we both carelessly
flung it to the floor before I clutched Beth's jersey, lifting it over her
head so to free the body she wanted so badly.  I'll never forget her sexy
sigh as that jersey finally slipped over her arms, revealing the most
superb body my eyes had ever seen.

"I have no clue why you wear these old maid gowns." Beth whispered.  "You
have too sexy of a body for those."

We both took in the full sight of each other's flawless nudity.  On her
knees, Beth was taken by the wholesome spectacle of my full, motherly
breasts.  My sights were cemented on how proportioned Beth truly was... the
fact such a Goddess was spawned from my own womb left me a zombie... I had
truly created a work of art... a statuesque, curvaceous woman that actually
wanted me.  Those large, robust breasts that teemed with vitality... a
smooth flat stomach that splendidly accented the ripe flair of Beth's
fertile hips.  I reached for her, feathering my fingertips along the width
of Beth's hips with a paralyzed expression of utter incredulity.  For an
unexplained reason, all I could think was how fertile my daughter looked.

"Mother." Whispered Beth in a needful tone.

Looking up, I glowed with unconditional veneration for my daughter.

"Tonight will change everything.  You know that, right?" Beth asked,
crawling to me as I clasped her waist, snuggling my face against Beth's
ripe abdomen.

"Oh, sweetie... it'll only change things for the better." I answered,
turning to plant a supple kiss upon Beth's quivering stomach.  "How could
this be so wrong?"

Beth exhaled, closing her eyes as she cradled my head in her palms, combing
my lengthy brown tresses like sacred threads of the purest fabric.  I gazed
upward as Beth lowered her chest, surrounding my face with those large,
invigorating breasts. Feeling the velvety smoothness of my child's life
force pressing the sides of my face, I wanted lost myself amidst the buxom
flesh.

Beth shuddered seeing my face in her burrowed cleavage.

"Oh, mother." Beth could barely say.  "You're soooooo beautiful."

My eyelids fluttered, inebriated by the fact that I was surrounded by two
of the most delicious breasts I had ever seen.  How could any woman refuse
such bliss?  Such sanctity?

I leaned back as my lips parted, slowly bridging the gap of emptiness
between my mouth and her hardened nipple.  I shivered, slowly savoring the
warm skin.  I actually had a woman's breast in my mouth... both of us
couldn't believe the utter magnificence of this moment.  Sipping the vast
areola of my offspring's left breast, my tongue twined about the swollen
nipple before lowering my jaw to inhale as much breast flesh as I could
possibly devour.  Beth sighed in release as my cheeks caved in, taking in
even more flesh. I flattened my tongue across the solid nipple, lapping at
it with the fire and intensity of a thousand women.  Beth gazed down and
nearly cried at the divine vista... her mother was slurping her own
breast... who would have ever thought this could have happened?

It was my first taste of something so heavenly.  It wasn't clumsy or
frivolous... every bit of it came naturally to me as age old instincts took
hold, hoping that in some way, a drop of milk would fall into my famished
mouth.  And below that was another sacred voyage taking place... my hands
had found themselves fixed upon Beth's juicy thighs.  On incestuous
impulse, I began massaging the rich fullness of those smooth thighs before
crawling behind her to explore the spherical largeness of Beth's lustrous
ass.  Careful not to disturb the cheeks' exquisite form, I slowly began to
trace the all-embracing outline of her lavish ass.  I was quickly becoming
a fan of all things round and succulent.  All I kept remembering was that
day at the pool, and how much I wanted that ass on that hot summer that
day.  And here it was... finally within my grasp.

"Oh, mother." Cooed Beth once more as I moaned in garbled approval.  I
really started to enjoy being called 'mother' during this night of
discovery and fulfillment.  It just sounded so incredibly sexy.  "My dear
sweet mother." Beth breathlessly uttered.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I
wanted this, and wanted to taste this mouth-watering ass.  Leaning forward
and opening my mouth, I gave in and softly pressed my anxious lips to the
soft mass with an opened mouth kiss.

I couldn't believe how incredibly smooth it was.  I was literally
redefining the phrase 'kiss my ass'.  Lazily kissing the fleshy skin, I
french kissed the ass as I did her own mouth, sloppily and so lovingly.
Resting both hands atop each pumpkin, I really got into the taste of ample
flesh of my daughter's savory ass.  I glazed her right cheek with my
tongue, coating the entire surface with my boiling saliva, drawing my
tongue out as far as it could go, flat against the sublime curvature of the
full orb.

"Ooooh, you really do love ass." Beth moaned in a throaty tone.

Tightening my grip, I cooed in glorious rapture, planting another scalding
kiss on the facing cheek before smothering my mouth.  "She has no idea how
much I love this.  I'll have to show her." I thought to myself as my mouth
slipped away from the succulent cheek, leaving a string of stewing saliva
that connected us.  As I saw that lewd thread, my eyes looked to the dark
fissure that separated her mounting ass.  My stomach churned as I lunged,
crooking my jaw as I inhaled as mush ass flesh as humanly possible.  My
cheeks caved in as I suckled, savored, and thrashed my tongue all across
her chewy backside.

"Ooooh, I love this.  So fucking hot." Wailed Beth.  "My hot mom sucking
her girl's big ass."

That single comment drove me mad with raw, wild hunger.  In some rousing
way, hearing Beth articulate the imposing size of her ass lit a fire inside
my very soul. I sank my teeth in deep, gnawing it like a starved animal.  I
loved hearing my daughter verbalize our newfound romance. I loved big... I
adored fleshy, sweeping curves, and my daughter knew it.

Hearing my muffled moans of hope animated Beth, gyrating her hips beneath
my taboo feast.

"Oooooooooooooh God yes, mother.  Fuck yeah." She panted aloud, tugging at
the bed sheets in agonizing ecstasy.

With that, Beth turned around her to face me as an assuring gaze of
devotion followed.  We set each other ablaze, feeling the sweet goodness of
our chests and stomachs enmesh.  It felt so good to finally share a
timeless lovers embrace... and with her arms about me; Beth lowered me back
upon the mattress in confident modesty... as if we were in some romantic
epic film.

"I love you, mother." pledged Beth before planting a lasting kiss upon my
anxious lips.

"I love you too, my sweet baby girl." I quietly replied.

"Who would have ever thought?" she whispered back to me.

"I know." I answered.  "Oh, I know sweetie."

Straddling my body, Beth arched her back, jutting her tasty ass high into
the air as her face glided down my heaving chest.  I remained still;
holding my breath for I knew what Beth was after.  How fitting it was that
my own daughter would be the first (and hopefully last) woman on earth who
would guide me to the gates of homosexual utopia.

"I'm going to taste you, mother." Assured Beth as her hands scaled each of
my full, rising tits.  "You want that, don't you?"

"Yes." I timidly agreed, nodding yes many times in desirous need.

Beth's eyesight soon came to my wholesome chest, cradling each healthful
mound as if treasured swells of the richest land of all the earth.  Her
fingers massaged my breasts, as if someone had cast a spell over her,
captivating her.

"Oh, mother." Beth uttered, as if to say "How beautiful you truly are."

"This is where I fed from." Beth continued.

"Yes." I cooed, gently caressing my child's soft golden locks.

With that, Beth lowered her mouth to practically swallow my right breast.
My back bowed and chest heaved in glorious rapture, rekindling the sweet
memory of 18 years before when Beth suckled this very breast.  Only now, I
was providing my child with a much more meaningful form of life... the very
gift of true love.

Tediously pivoting her face, Beth gathered her emotions for the wondrous
feast.  She simply couldn't get enough of her mother's tits... it was all
she could have ever hoped for.  All those years of stolen looks, wanton
gazes and sinful prayers were finally fulfilled.  I began to wonder if Beth
remembered all the magnificent dresses I would wear at certain times,
dresses that hugged my busty frame... low cut gowns that left my deep
cleavage out for all to see.  If I only knew that the curious eyes of my
teenage daughter were scrutinizing my body back then... how a young woman's
eyes set themselves on the most cherished prize of all... her very own
mother.  I hoped my breasts would receive the blunt of Beth's deep-rooted
fascination, and ultimately, the heart and soul of my only child.

The flames of lust spiraled, seizing Beth as she voraciously lathered the
underside of my large tits.  My arms stretched up, luxuriating in the
affection... no man or woman had ever done this to me, shown me this much
eagerness or desire... and if this was a sign of things to come, then this
was going to be something truly magical.  I watched in breathless wonder as
Beth lovingly dragged her face across the swell of my other breast.  Beth
whimpered in crushing awe.

"God, I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this." Beth said before
swallowing my swollen areola.

"Oh, baby." I murmured, now shivering in tormenting wonderment.

With a loud pop, Beth's mouth continued its feast, flattening her tongue
upon my stomach, glazing it with a moist path of spicy saliva.  Kissing my
lower stomach, I felt that Beth wanted to show her appreciation for where
she was created... paying homage to the very reason for her existence.
Beth deliberately dragged the tips of her nipples along my undulating
stomach, causing another series of frantic cries and innumerable tremors.

"I came from here." Beth mumbled before taking my right thigh in her
clutches.

Easing it sideways, I felt the cool night air bathe my saturated groin,
triggering a jolt of anxiety throughout my body.  Beth reached the crest of
my pubic hair, timidly brushing her nose through the many slivers, inhaling
the humid scent of my womanhood she so adored.  My heart rate exploded, now
clinging to the sheets in anticipation, much like Beth had done earlier.
This was it... no man or woman had ever gone this far, not even Beth's
father, who just so happened to think that tasting a woman's pussy was
appalling.  Good thing that hang-up didn't pass down to his daughter.

Beth somehow motioned my other thigh back as she glided down to see my
dripping pussy.  A long moan of exultation came from her as Beth traced its
outline with her tongue, treasuring the scent of her origins.  I simply
couldn't believe what was happening.

"So beautiful." Beth murmured, letting my pubes brush her lips and nose.
"Perfect."

I saw no traces of guilt or fear on my daughter's face as she crept
forward, sealing her mouth to my lifelong neglected pussy.  The one shot
heard around the world... my entire body locked up, nearly going into
seizures as the extravagant warmth of Beth's mouth blessed my sensitive
vulva.

"Oh my fucking GAWD!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, squashing my poor
baby's face between my smooth thighs.

Clenching my eyes shut-- a million volts of homosexual bliss jolted in my
head.  My back bent as my body nearly leapt from the mattress.  This was
fucking unbelievable.

"Hooooo." I gasped, collapsing back upon the bed before lifting myself back
up again.  "Hooooly fucking shit!!"

Beth's remarkable tongue began its loving voyage, swirling through the
outer folds of my pussy.  Between greedy gasps, I prayed that Beth thought
I tasted wonderful... better than any other woman she had been with.  I
hoped that all Beth would concentrate on was how she came from her
birthplace... that this was native soil for her, and tonight, she would let
me know just what she thought of it in painstaking detail.  My God, no one
had ever told me that such ecstasy existed, let alone between two
women... not even considering the ebullience a mother and her daughter
could experience together.

Resting her left arm across my lower stomach, Beth settled in as her tongue
tediously divided my outer lips.  I was now beside myself, acting like some
uncontrolled lunatic.  My senses went numb, overloaded by the melodious
coupling.  She must have thought I was an idiot for my unbridled behavior,
but I didn't care.  I let loose for the first time in my entire life,
embracing my unwavering feelings for my daughter with a fervor that would
make any couple envious.  It was so fucking sexy... so hot... and so
erotically wrong, and I loved every waking moment of it.

I clutched the sides of my head, tugging and pulling my hair in
desperation, bellowing out my disbelief for all to hear.  I didn't care who
heard me, or if anyone knew my daughter was making love to me... I somehow
clawed Beth's head as a sequence of orgasmic seizures ripped me apart.  My
back bowed upward, as my clit was found tucked between the folds.  Beth
delighted in finding it by moaning a guttural cry of joy, suckling the
solid clit between her teeth, gingerly nibbling it with such delicate
finesse.  All I could do was thrash up and down, sideways and crossways,
ceaselessly crying out incoherent gasps and cries of taboo ecstasy.  Beth
grasped my right hand, squeezing it for dear life as the long forgotten
elegance of orgasm began its fateful march across my devastated body.  Beth
held true, caressing the underside of my clit as I looked down to see her
cheeks of her mouth caved in.

This was it.  The one moment we both had sinfully dreamed of for so many
years.

My eyes ballooned from my face, staring blindly into the lewd tempest of
hallowed orgasm.  Beth growled in primal hope, never letting go as she
watched the woman that bore her, that gave her life, endure the sweet
tribulation of her first lesbian orgasm.  My body soared upward, planting
my feet on the bed as I bowed backwards... Beth matched my rhythm, rising
up to chase my clit she so wanted to keep in her mouth. The brute force of
orgasm, the shock and awareness that it was my very own daughter inducing
such a feat... all of it bringing home the reality that I was meant to be
my daughter's eternal lover.

The Next Morning...

Around 8am, I slowly awoke to find myself nestled in the arms of my
daughter.  Slowly stirring, I watched my beautiful lover awake.  I decided
to start this new day right by meshing my lips to hers in a slow, timeless
kiss.

Beth had led me down an amazing path, continuing with two more
spine-shattering orgasms.  Before finally giving in to exhaustion, Beth had
spent the better part of an hour memorizing every inch of my buxom
body... fingertips smoothly traced the contours that she later admitted
beguiled her for so long.  Amazed by how lucky she was, Beth said she
couldn't believe how she was now gloriously worshipping the very woman who
made her who she was.  During Beth's tender study of my body, she stopped
to pay special reverence to my wide ass that she said captivated her since
childhood.  Beth had matured into an ass girl, as it all came back to
me... it all made such perfect sense.  Both of us loved the same things in
each other.

Later...

Stirring from our romantic slumber around 5pm, we found themselves wrapped
together, arm in arm.  The last remnants of the day's sunlight crept
through the curtains, casting a bright orange warmth to our room.  If there
would be one moment where guilt and dread would begin, now would have been
it.  My eyes met Beth's as she stirred... suddenly; the reality of what we
had done hit.  The look in her eyes was of wonder, fascination, yet
fearful, as she wasn't sure what I would say or do.

Our gaze strengthened as Beth was the first to make a move, smoothly
running her forefinger beneath my jaw.

"Mom?" began Beth.  "Are you okay?"

I couldn't answer... inside a cyclone had come ashore, leaving my heart and
soul ravaged by nature.  Now, my 36-year-old heart had to assess the damage
done to her by my daughter's unwavering love for me.

What had I done?

I struggled, wanting to back away from it all.  How could I have allowed
such an irreparable sin be committed?  So many thoughts flooded my
mind... questions seemed to fly about, but so did the all the right
answers.

How could we have done this?  Because it felt right.  I wanted to.

Did this really happen?  Yes, Barbara, it did.  You made love to your very
own daughter last night, and it was utterly magnificent.

Can we really be in love as mother and daughter?  How could it NOT work
out?  The bond is already there.

Can I make Beth my one true soul mate?  Ask her.

"Beth, honey." I started.

"Oh shit, this is it.  I fucked up." Beth's face clearly said.

"I want you to know that... that I don't regret one thing we did last
night." I continued.

"Really!?" Beth excitedly replied.  "Oh, mom... God, I prayed you wouldn't
be mad at me."

Beth happily embraced me, blessing my face with countless kisses and joyous
smiles.  I reveled in the afterglow as well.

"How could I be mad?" I tried to say as her lips continued getting pelted
by her kisses.

"I just... I don't know, I thought maybe you'd deny me and never talk to me
again." Beth replied, lovingly taking my blushing face in her hands.

"No, my love.  Never." I lovingly replied, returning the kiss with equal
significance.  "You've made me feel like the woman I've always wanted to
be."

"Ooooh God yes." Beth cooed, resting her forehead upon mine.

"I love you, Beth." I whispered.  "I really do.  I knew it years ago just
as much as I do now.  I want to love you forever."

"Oh, mom, you will.  God, I swear we'll never be apart again." Beth
vivaciously answered.

Both cooed in the sweet intoxicating luminescence of a love realized.  The
magic of discovering true love swept us far away...

"But there's just one thing." I interrupted.

"Anything.  What?" Beth shot back with a kiss on my bare neck.

"Call me 'mother' from now on.  I don't know why, but it just sounded so
fucking sexy last night when you said that." I moaned while my hands slowly
eased across Beth's healthy wide ass.

"Hmmmm, you liked that, didn't you?" Beth hissed in my ear.

A series of shudders riveted my flesh, causing me to shut my eyes and let
her mouth fall open in taboo eroticism.

"Yea." Barbara barely uttered.  "I also love it when you talk about your
big ass.  God that's so fucking hot."

"Oooooh yeah... who would ever thought?" Beth languidly whispered in my ear
before lathering my ear canal with her eager tongue.  "You like it when I
talk trashy, don't you?"

Once more, quivers shook me to my very core as I nodded yes.

Continuing, Beth said "We came so far..."

"Yessssss, oh God." I spoke.

"Gonna love you." Continued Beth as her hands scurried about my sides,
coming to rest upon my hips.

"Are you my woman?" asked Beth.

"Uuuh huh, yea." I helplessly confessed.

"Forever?" Beth responded.

"Always, my love.  Always." I replied as I felt my daughter conquer my
flesh once more.  "Tell me you'll never leave me."

I had to know if this just wasn't a one-time fling.

"I'll never ever leave you, mother.  How could I?  You're the perfect woman
for me.  How could I ever deny you, mother?  I'm your daughter." Beth said,
chewing my ear as my hips began their slow rhythmic ceremony atop my
beautiful matriarch.

I gasped, hearing my lover's timeless words, digging my fingernails deep
into the buxom flesh of Beth's pure ass.

"Oooh, you like my big King sized ass, don't you?"  Beth said before
sinking her teeth into my neck.

"Fuck yeah." I timidly admitted.

"Uhhhm, then show me how much you do." Beth retorted before lifting herself
up from my warmth, lying to her side on her stomach.

Curving her back, Beth cast a wanton look of pure sexuality at me, enticing
me by rounding out the sweet spheres of golden nourishment merely inches
away.  I sat, mouth agape as I gawked at the heavenly sight.  I had never
seen my daughter look such a way... she was unrestrained, free, and knew
exactly what she wanted.  I loved that raw, sexy look in her eyes.  There,
free from any fabric or covering, were two of the most delicious mounds of
blissfulness I had ever seen.  Recalling that blistering summer day back at
our pool, I knew then that the pure mystery of my daughter's magnificence
called to me in a way few mother/daughter couples could ever hope to
realize.

"Touch it, mother.  You know you've wanted to for so long." Beth urged,
crossing her arms as she rested her head.

I felt like a curious child, reaching up to press my fingertips atop Beth's
right ass globe.  Just by that mere touch, I knew something beautiful was
about to happen.  My head pounded in dazzling anxiety, knowing I was about
to explore something so extraordinary.  How could I be this lucky to be
here, caressing these spindling knolls of luscious shapeliness?  I eased
back, careful not to disturb their perfect form.

"I think it needs your mouth on it, mother." Suggested Beth in that
familiar throaty tone.

I glanced at Beth, as if to say "really?"

With an insinuative nod, Beth gave me the blessing I craved.

With a shrewd grin, Beth relished in the fact that her mother was becoming
an ass girl through and through... and she didn't mind one bit.

I crept downward, laying both of my sweaty palms upon each plump cheek,
feeling their melodious fullness.  Crippled in awe, I gulped, noticing how
perfectly spherical her ass was.  Not one blemish could be seen anywhere as
I became bold, timidly tracing the lengthy crack that divided the mounting
feast.  Something then told me that a treasure lie tucked between the
tantalizing cleavage of Beth's upturned ass... it just had to.

Holding my breath, I licked her lips before lowering my face.  My mouth
softly came to rest atop the crest of Beth's backside, causing my daughter
to let out a long needful moan.

"Ooooh mother, that feels wonderful." Beth groaned in a lewd tone.

"I'm really doing this." I thought before blessing the lavish ass with
another long, wet kiss.  "I really have this ass."

"God, your ass is sooooooooo beautiful." I whimpered.

As my mouth crooked open, my mind revisited that hot summer day at the pool
again; envisioning how sexy Beth's tawny ass looked in that sexy black
bikini.  Laying my tongue flat across the cheek, I lazily dragged it across
the syrupy crest of the ass, imagining how that lucky black bikini always
fit so snug against this ass.  Encouraged by my growing zeal, I leaned
forward, smothering my entire face into her backside.  I finally had
it... all of it pushing and snuggling all across my face.  As if a demon
had awoken within, I quickly crawled over Beth's legs, settling in directly
behind my girl, getting into my final position before really feeding on the
backside banquet that awaited.

"Oooooooooh, mother." Beth confessed in an aching tone.

Both hands kneaded each full orb, back and forth and again, marveling at
how wide my daughter's ass was... how fertile she truly had become.  Any
man or woman would be honored to be where I was at this moment.  Yet the
mystical fissure of Beth's crack cried out to my dazed senses, almost
begging me to bury my face between it.  Needing no more motivation, I
slithered forward, parting her mouth as wide as it could go before my face
was engulfed by two of the most plentiful globes on earth.

Beth lifted her head, amazed by my unleashed prowess.

"Oh, my sweet mother." Panted Beth.

Smothered by nothing but rolling savory ass, I glowed in the knowledge that
I had found my one true element.  This is where I belonged.  It was
superb... so warm, brimming with endless amounts of delicious flesh.  My
tongue slid out, licking anything and everything about, desperate for any
excuse to go further.  My hands followed their massage, tugging and pulling
the buxom globes that had cast their inebriating spell.  Sealing my lips to
the Beth's inner cheek, I brushed each cheek with the backs of my hands,
memorizing their soft full texture.  Looking up across my daughter's back,
I was bewildered by how beautiful she truly looked from this
position... the low curvature of her spine, how her lower back dipped down
to enhance how far out her mouth-watering ass jutted out.  Every element of
Beth's backside was just so balanced, so statuesque... the way her back
gracefully descended, how defined her shoulder blades sat, and how soft her
supple skin felt meshed to my own... all of it could inspire legions of
female admirers, yet she chose me.  Of all women she could have loved, she
favored me, her very own mother.

I wasn't about to let her down.  The last slivers of this day's light fell
over Beth's body, accenting every exotic curve.

With my mouth now submerged deep between her savory ass cleavage, I began
lathering the vast, spicy crack, longingly savoring the warm pungency of
this forbidden delight.  Each hand lovingly pulled apart the masses, giving
me even more delicious possibilities as I worked her left side, slopping it
up and down with my dripping tongue.  Ooohh, this was far beyond my wildest
dreams... if only my boss and friends could see me now...

Glancing down, I took in the exalted view of the sexy ass cleavage.  There,
nestled amid the moistened flesh sat the one final mystery.  I knew this
would be it.  Trembling with inborn longing, I sank down, sealing my mouth
to her wrinkled asshole with a hunger I never knew I had.  I devoured her
puckered orifice, tenderly french kissing it with no fear or apprehension.
My actions were met by Beth's fetching response.  The sour flavor made me
dizzy, tonguing that perfect hole over and over again, crosswise and back
over and again before renewing my efforts.  Beth bellowed out in shock as
she began violently shaking.  I had to watch what my tongue was doing to my
beloved...

Ripples of delight cascaded across the magnificent breadth of her ass.
Deafening shrills of outrage rang out as she twisted and turned beneath my
desperate tongue.  I flattened my tongue, pressing it to her asshole, eager
and impatient.  It was utterly delicious... better than I could have ever
hoped for in all my years.  I crushed her plump cheeks together, thronging
my face between the scrumptious canyon of warm ass.  Beth locked up,
tightening her entire body before I stabbed her with a deep lunge.  She
buckled; crying out in salacious chaos as my tongue easily slipped by her
tightened sphincter muscles...

"GAWD, I can feel you..." Beth managed to say in short winded gasps.

I growled in pure hunger, spreading the cheeks for a deeper plunge.  I was
finally inside my beautiful daughter's ass.

"Ooh yeah yeah yeah, like that... FUCK!" she cried out.

With an appetite beyond words, I finally tasted the tepid flavor of my
daughter's delectable bowels.  My entire tongue, submerged deep within her
most forbidden orifice... there was simply no other place I wanted to be.
I began swirling my tongue about, sliding in and out, and somehow getting
deeper with each surge.  It was so soft, so rich.

"God, my hot ass mom-- tongue fucking my ass!!" cried Beth, glancing back
at me with a misty eyed look of complete astonishment.  "Ooooh, mother.  My
ass... my ass."

Lifting Beth to her knees, I instantaneously pasted my mouth back on her
asshole, hoping that this position would give my tongue a deeper
penetration... and it did.  Now with her on all fours, my cherished
daughter would righteously suffer my oral invasion.  My hands flared out,
clutching those childbearing hips to pull that lavish ass towards me.  I
could barely breath amidst the swell of ass cheeks, but I didn't care. I
impaled her asshole, lightly slapping each buttock in obscene assurance.

"Fuck me, mother... fuck me." Whimpered Beth, reaching back to hold my
right hand as she screamed her foulest commands.

My face swayed, crowding itself to the wavering corpulence.  Lost in
unconditional euphoria, my tongue wildly lathered the inner walls of her
bowels, luxuriating in the sacred catharsis my tongue was giving this
superb orifice.  I had become an ass whore through and through, and I
wasn't about to let up.  With my saliva cascading from her asshole, I
happily swallowed every sacred trickle of my daughter's intoxicating
elixir.  The sexual monster my daughter had awoken was now conceiving it's
heinous plan for the years of silence and doubt I unintentionally condemned
it to.

The incestuous feast lasted for what felt like hours, ending with my lips
kissing and suckling every sweet inch of Beth's syrupy ass and thighs.  It
was then the hunger set root in me yet again before devouring her tender
pussy.  Savoring her juices, swallowing as much and as often as I could, I
simply couldn't get enough.  Beth brutally slammed her fist into the
mattress as my tongue swam across her clit, sending out a bellowing cry of
desperation from my frantic vixen.  Opening her eyes, I watched the veins
in my daughter's neck bulge out, tightening in traumatism like she was
lifting a two-ton barbell with all of her might.  It was then that I
branded that image of my new lover into my mind... I knew this would be a
night to remember.

To say we were utterly exhausted was a gross misinterpretation.  I had
never felt more fulfilled, more gratified in my entire 36 years of
existence.  Nestling atop Beth, I locked my hands to hers as our mouths
lovingly expressed our lifelong ambitions.  I had never truly appreciated
the artfulness and dexterity of really kissing someone you unconditionally
love like I did with Beth.  Countless whispers and cries of our love echoed
in our ears during the enduring makeout parley.  I had always wanted to
learn how to french kiss a woman, and by the time I fell asleep beside
Beth's protective breasts, I was an expert connoisseur.

The Following Morning...

Waking up in a daze of repose, I sluggishly opened my eyes to see our bed
empty.  Hearing the radio on in the other room, I quickly climbed out to
find where Beth had gone.  Realizing where the radio was, I turned to the
bathroom to see Beth standing nude in front of the large mirror, casually
putting on her eyeliner.  As if some flash of awareness struck, my feet
suddenly stopped... I had to stand there and take in the glorious sight of
my fully nude daughter.  I then started to listen to the song on the
radio... a current hit that was a remake of a song I fondly
remembered... My heart sank in surreal cognizance of my newfound romance as
the lyrics proved to be especially fitting for us.

"Any time you want to You can turn me on to Anything you want to Any time
at all When I kiss your lips Ooh, I start to shiver Can't control the
quivering inside Wouldn't you agree?  Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of
love."

Tears stung my eyes as the impact of my love for her sank in.  The glowing
radiance of my child's graceful flesh, so perfectly balanced and complete.
And there she stood, primping herself to present to me, I hoped.

"Oh baby." I whimpered in admiration.

Glancing over in surprise, Beth's face burst with a telling smile as she
sauntered over to me.

"G'morning, mother." She said, easily falling into my arms for the day's
first kiss.

I sighed, feeling the smoothness of her lavish flesh enmesh with mine.  I
relished the fact that such a beautiful woman was so happy to see me.  This
was too good to be true.

"Ooooh sweetness." I whispered, softly glazing her lips with mine.

"How long did you sit and watch me?" she asked before nuzzling my neck.

"For a few minutes.  God, you just looked so beautiful standing there." I
avowed.  "The way the light shines on your skin... God."

"I love you, mother." She mumbled into my neck as my eyes rolled back in my
skull.

"Ooooooooooh my love." I started.  "I love you so much... I still can't
believe all of it."

Leaning back to cast her spell with those intoxicating sapphire eyes, I
could see the depth of her love gleam in guiltless confidence.

"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" She continued, yet with a serious
tone.

"Yeah." I replied as I leaned my forehead to hers, knowing that we had to
figure out how this was going to work out.

Both of us gazed downward, filling our eyes with the amazing sight of our
large breasts pressed together in immaculate symmetry.

"I'm moving home with you." Beth started.  "I'll pack my stuff today, and
drop out."

"No, no, no..." I protested.

"Sssh!!  No, mother, listen to me." She shot back.  "This is what I want,
and its what I'm going to do.  I'll enroll at college at home, and finish
my degree there.  You just don't realize how much I hate being here-- away
from you."

"Oh sweetheart." I answered, slithering my fingertips up and down her
shapely sides.  "Are you sure?"

"More than anything." She answered with a confidence I had never seen
before.  There was no convincing me otherwise that Beth meant what she
said.

"I'm going to finish school, and get a great job and take care of you." She
continued.  "I'm going to give you the life you've always deserved and make
you happy."

I choked hearing her confess such a thing.  No one had ever been so honest
and forthright with me before.  The tears flowed down my face as Beth
lovingly kissed them away in perfect devotion.  I was
smitten... captivated, and so in love with my daughter.

Later that afternoon, we shared a scalding hot shower together, lathering
each other's slippery flesh with her aromatic body soap she brought along.
The lush texture the hot water gave our lovemaking was utterly amazing.
Propping my leg on the side of the tub, Beth's astute fingers pulled out a
cataclysmic orgasm from my flesh as I collapsed in forbidden elation.  I
boldly wrapped my arms around her neck as I violently came again and
again... there was just no end in sight to the beauty of this forbidden
relationship.

I called in sick for the next three days while Beth and I bunkered down at
the hotel, only to leave our room when it was only absolutely necessary.
Our lovemaking grew in intensity and significance.  On our only trip out,
Beth drove me back to Cincinnati for a candlelit romantic dinner, then to a
sex shop that adjoined a popular strip club.  Inside, we both caroused
throughout the vast abyss of videos and toys before Beth came to the
strap-on section.  Having my eyes opened to such a wild subculture of sex
was shocking, but somehow natural for me.  Watching Beth peruse the
varieties of belts, harnesses and phalluses, she reached over to grab a
flesh colored cock, which must have been nine to ten inches in length.

"What do you think?" she coyly asked, waving the realistic in front of me
as if to cast another spell.

"If it makes you happy." I timidly replied.

"Do you like how thick it is?" she continued.  "God, it must be a good two
inches thick."

I gave up my timid demeanor, leaning over to lovingly kiss her ear.  "I
want you to use that on me." I whispered.  "You can do whatever you want
with me."

Beth shuddered right there, nearly losing her footing in the aisle.  Taking
in a deep breath, she regained her composure, grabbing a leather harness
before we made our way to the checkout counter.

"Yeah, I think this will work." She excitably said.

After our jaunt in the sex shop, Beth walked me next door to the strip club
where we had a fantastic time.  I was a little reluctant at first since I
had no idea what these places were like.  But with little encouraging, Beth
had me at the front door where the doorman gladly let us in for free since
women were encouraged to visit.  Inside the darkened smoke filled club, I
was introduced to yet another wonderful realm of sexuality I had never
known.  Catering mostly to the men, Beth and I made our way to the back of
the club, hand in hand as we sat in a corner booth.

"I come here all the time." Beth admitted as she lit a cigarette, putting
her arm around me.  "It's the only place where I can get my fix."

"Honey, maybe we shouldn't... you know." I said, back in my cautious mother
mode.

"What?" she rebuffed.

"You know, show our affection out like this.  What if someone sees us?" I
urged.

Beth quickly put out her cigarette, then pushed back the table before
slamming her mouth to mine in primal hunger.  Climbing across me, she
straddled my body as she clutched my hands in hers, abruptly pinning me to
the leather bench.  Shocked by her savage force, all I could do was suffer
through her dynamic passion.

"I'll show the entire world I wanna fuck my own mother." She hoarsely
muttered as her mouth wetly splattered across mine.

I instantaneously ceded, giving in to her spellbinding intensity.  I had
seen small hints of her aggression in the past few days, but this was
beyond anything I had planned for.  She was simply crazed with lust, greed,
and passion for me, her very own mother.

Cheers and chants began booming through the club as the male patrons
immediately saw us locked in a passionate tryst.  I resisted, not wanting
anyone to watch our unrivaled desires being publicized.  But when Beth
harshly shoved her hand up my skirt, I couldn't defy her ghastly wishes.  I
was hers for the taking.  Suffocated by our smoldering kiss, Beth's fingers
began working their magic once more as I could hear the cheers slowly fade
away as the rights of orgasm beguiled my senses.

Beth sloppily ran her tongue across my cheek, cramming it into my ear as I
jolted, tingling in glorious ecstasy.  I swung my arms around her neck,
holding to her for dear life as my mouth fell agape... I didn't care who
saw us at this point.  All that mattered was my daughter's surpassing need
for sex, and giving her what she so desperately craved.  Her fingers were
miraculous, discovering my swollen clit while somehow slipping the others
deep inside my drenched pussy.

"Gonna fuck you." Beth eagerly muttered into my ear.

"Yeah, yeah." I replied in breathless hope.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, mom." She retorted.

"Ooooooooh Beth.  Fuck me like there's no tomorrow." I breathlessly
pleaded.

It didn't take long before the waves of orgasm lapped at my flesh, sending
me to the lawless abyss of lesbian ecstasy I so loved.  I didn't give one
shit who might recognize us.  It just didn't matter now.

Countless explosions of light filled my mind's eye as I came, locking up in
agonizing rapture.  Gasping for breath, I dug my fingernails into Beth's
blouse as she jammed her fingers deep inside me... back into the womb she
was bore from eighteen years prior to tonight.  That lone thought of her
inside me as a baby, now fully grown and ravaging me as a wanton lover made
the orgasm even that more forceful.  My body convulsed beneath Beth,
paralyzed by our exultation.  My God, if these men only knew that we were
actually mother and daughter, bound by blood and an eternal bond.

If they only knew...

After I came, we lied snuggled together as a few men began applauding us.
But before I could stop my head from spinning, the club's owner walked up
to us.

"You ladies are gonna have to leave if you keep that up." The surly vagrant
said.

"We'll be good." Promised Beth, knowing that our reckless exhibition meant
no business for the dancers.  "Who's your hottest dancer here?"

"Well, that really depends on what you want." He replied.

"Right." Beth replied, turning to me.  "Then who's the hottest woman in
here, mom?"

My eyes shot open when she called me 'mom'.  I could have nearly died.  I
glanced up to see the manager visibly curious as to our relationship.
Glaring at her with a stern eye, she knew she had provoked me.  It was then
that sexy wry smile came over her face.

"Ah, come on... you love it, and you know it." She said, kissing the back
of my hand before looking back out to the floor.  "Come on, who do you want
to dance with?  We gotta bring some business in here."

"You." I quietly uttered with a knowing grin.

Tightening her grip on my hand, Beth knew I was sincere.  There was no
other woman I wanted.

"There." Beth pointed across the dim room to a voluptuous brunette,
strutting along the rows of men, hoping for a dance.

When I saw her, I immediately could see why Beth was drawn to
her... gorgeous long flowing coal black hair, an immaculate hour glass
figure, and the deepest black eyes I had ever seen on a woman... and skin
so deeply tan, darkened gold almost.  I then made out she was of Hawaiian
descent, and now I saw exactly what my daughter did.  This stripper exuded
a brilliant aura of lust and sexuality, and I was quickly following in my
daughter's footsteps of fascination over the island woman.  My eyes came to
meet the stripper's, and it instantly felt in the pit of my stomach.  That
raw, unbridled gluttony that was becoming more and more familiar to me with
each passing day.

"Ooooh, look at that sexy piece of ass." Beth growled as her 'come-hither'
strut seriously turned us both on.

The dark skinned siren saw us, and made her way to our table.  All I could
do was scrutinize her glorious swagger, those delicious hips swaying in
suggestive candor.

"Hey baby." purred the stripper as she stood within a foot of us.

God, even her sullen voice was so enticing.

"Hey sexy." Beth said as she stood, slowly falling into a peaceful kiss
with the slinky vamp.

"Look who I finally brought." Beth said, nestling into the stripper's arms.

"Ah, this must be her." She said, leaving Beth's arms to sit beside me.

How did she know my name?  Intrigue and curiosity made my heart race at an
unthinkable rate.

"Hi Barbara, I'm Jasmine." The stripper mouthed, scooting closer to me as
she touched my goose bumped arm.

I trembled, watching the savory full-figured body narrow the empty space
between us.  My God, those beige breasts seeped with awe-inspiring
eroticism.

"Hi." I stammered in confusion.  "How do you know my name?"

"Well..." Jasmine began.  "I actually play you when I'm with Beth."

Confused, I looked back around to Beth, sitting opposite of me.

"I don't get it." I answered in perplexity.

"Mom..." Beth explained.  "Jasmine role-plays as you when we make love.
She's been 'Barbara' to me for over six months.  She's let me live my
fantasy and she knows how much I've loved you."

"Oh my God." I replied, taken aback by her disclosure.

Looking over into Jasmine's rich Cimmerian eyes, I couldn't believe that
another woman had actually been a part of this.  Up until now, I thought
Beth and I were the only women alive who had drank from the cup of
exquisite incest.

"I see why she loves you now." Jasmine softly said, putting her bare arm
around me.  "You're so gorgeous."

I could tell Jasmine wanted to kiss me.  I saw it written all over her
face.  And truth be told, I wanted her to... I wanted this exotic islander
woman in my arms, here and now.

Taking out a $100 bill, Beth reached over, pulling back the thin string of
Jasmine's thong, snapping it as the currency burrowed itself to the dark
fertile skin I wanted pressed to my own.  Nodding in agreement, the manager
finally walked off in satisfaction, leaving us three finally alone.

"I have a feeling we might be more comfy somewhere else." Beth suggestively
expressed, taking Jasmine's hand to kiss her elegant palm.

Paralyzed by the shocking revelation, and titillated by Jasmine's
rubenesque body, I couldn't help but nod in agreement.  Leaning over to my
ear, I thought Jasmine was going to lock her lips to mine...

"I can't wait to watch you two make love." She whispered in my ear, leaning
back with a telling smile.

Later...

Not wanting to wait to drive back to our hotel, so we got another one
across the street.  Beth wanted one with a Jacuzzi, and I happily agreed as
we hurried to the room, hand in hand.  In the elevator, I pushed Beth back
against the wall with a kiss, suffocating her with my mouth.  Returning my
kiss with equal fervor, we blessed each other's faces with countless
kisses.  I was on fire for my daughter, and for Jasmine.

"I can't believe it." I moaned.  "You paid a woman to be me... oh my GAWD,
that's so fucking hot."

"I had to.  All my life I wanted this... you." She breathlessly replied.

Beth buried her face in my deep cleavage, clutching my ass in her frantic
hands as I heard a helpless, muffled 'yes' come from between my large
breasts.  I zestfully cradled her head, wrapping my arms about her, so
deeply moved that she had thought of me in such a way for so long.  That
she thought a delicious stripper like Jasmine reminded her of me.

"Oh my baby girl... oh sweetheart.  Mother loves you so much." I gasped.

Beth frantically ran her tongue up and down every inch of my tits as fast
as she could.  The elevator dinged as we reached the top floor.  The doors
flung open as Beth arose from her mother's life giving breasts, only to see
an elderly couple waiting. We both quickly tried to compose ourselves as
the married couple looked away in abhorrence.  We hurriedly walked past
them as Beth started cracking up.

"Sorry about that." Beth shouted as I tried to shut her up.  "Mom's just
got the best tits in all of Ohio."

I playfully slapped her as I looked back to see the old people walk on the
elevator.  It was so damn funny watching them get all bent out of shape.  I
loved how Beth made me feel young again, how she made me laugh... I was so
in love with her at this moment.

Jasmine was getting off work in about an hour, and Beth wanted to set the
perfect romantic atmosphere.  So I gave her $30 to go to the corner store,
telling her to get two of the biggest bottles of baby oil, some flowers for
Jasmine, and as many candles as she could.  We stood at the doorway I
opened the door for her.  And just like a newlywed couple, we leaned in
together at the same moment for a sweet tender kiss goodbye.

"I love you." I whispered, opening my eyes.

"And I love you." Beth faithfully replied as she lovingly gazed into my
eyes.

"Be careful." I said, kissing her a second time.

I watched Beth leave the room, admiring her youthful bounce in each of her
steps.  She was so excited, and so was I.  This was going to be an
incredible night.

Later that night when Jasmine finally arrived, she was greeted by at least
two dozen candles illuminating the plush suite.  Having left a key for her
at the front desk, Jasmine crept in to make her way to the Jacuzzi, where
she found Beth and I already in, nestled arm in arm, passionately making
out in the hot bubbling water.

"Oh wow." Jasmine whimpered.

I looked up, seeing that beautiful dark skinned goddess once more, wearing
a long overcoat.  She must have been in a hurry, grabbing whatever she had
to make it over here.

"Hi." I said, welcoming the siren to our incestuous realm for the night.

"God, I've never seen a real mother and daughter kiss." Jasmine started.
"It's... so beautiful to watch."

With that, Beth arose from the water, stepping out to lay a deep kiss on
Jasmine's brooding lips.  Returning Beth's fondness, Jasmine swallowed
every ounce of Beth's desire.

"You should see what I'm gonna do to her later." Beth urged to her,
glancing back at me in the Jacuzzi.

The smitten islander stared at me in hopeful aspiration.  I don't know what
exactly turned her on, the fact that I was in a romantic relationship with
my daughter, or my curvy wet flesh... either way; I was going to find out
exactly why.

Stepping behind Jasmine, Beth casually opened her stifling overcoat to
reveal the tawdry buxom flesh that set me on fire back at the club.  I sat
up to take a good long look at that marvelously shaped flesh, so full and
replete with immeasurable curves.  And the way the candlelight accentuated
her supple body... I wanted her more than anything.

"Look at her." Cooed Beth behind Jasmine.  "My own mother, now my lover."

"Oooooh." Whimpered the fleshy islander in crushing awe.

All I could do was gaze at the darkened cleavage of her breasts.  I
gravitated towards the sapid pair in complete wonder.  The way she stood,
the style of her posture... my God this woman was truly magnificent in
every sense.  Her long flowing hair perfectly complimented her neck and
shoulders, cascading down her neck like pure tropical waterfalls.

"Mother, why don't you tell Jasmine what you're gonna do to her." suggested
Beth as she unfastened Jasmine's brazier.

I had no idea how to say it, or even how to try.

"I... I just want her." I foolishly voiced.

"What else?  Make love to her in words, mother.  Pretend she's blind, and
you have to describe it for her." Beth answered in an encouraging tone.

By now, Beth had dropped the heavy overcoat and bra, forming a shapeless
mountain by Jasmine's feet.  Still behind the mystical islander, Beth's
hands began to gingerly trace the underside of Jasmine's large, heavy
breasts.  God, her fingers looked so elegant just fluttering below their
spherical figure.

"I would worship her like a Goddess." I began.

"Yeeeeeeaaaah." Cooed Beth, graceful sweeping her palms down the sides of
Jasmine's small waist.

"Like some..." I started, still trying to combine language with lust.  "I'd
taste her body like the most sacred feast on earth.  I'd feed from her
motherly tits so slowly... drinking... hoping that a drop of milk would
come and quench my thirst."

Jasmine's eyes closed, tilting her neck back in inebriating awe.  I could
tell she loved being seduced by my descriptive prose.

"Mother loves big round things." Beth spoke in Jasmine's ear.  "Just you
wait until she slips her tongue between your ass cheeks.  I should know."

"Ooooooooh my GAWD." Jasmine cried out, nearly stumbling over in
wonderment.

Beth motioned Jasmine around to show me just what I wanted to
see... Jasmine's big succulent ass.  Kneeling beside her, Beth hooked each
side of her white thong with her fingers, drawing down the fabric while
glancing back to me and that perfect ass.

"You see that, mom?" Beth urged as we both watched the thong delicately
slip down the bronzed peak of each cheek.  "Ohhhh, look at this... I can't
wait to see your face buried between these hot cheeks."

That was all I could take.  I leapt from the Jacuzzi, grabbing Jasmine's
hips at the same time I pulled her back into the simmering waters.  I had
to have her, no matter what the cost.  Willfully letting me control her, I
dipped my Goddess' beige body into the water, sliding behind her as my tits
slithered across her smooth thighs.  Propping Jasmine on her knees, I took
in the full vista of the promising breadth of Jasmine's wide hips, thick
thighs, and unmistakably spherical ass. The water intensified the contact
of our flesh as I moaned in aching sapphic urgency, finally grasping the
swollen ass I wanted to sink my teeth into.  Beth knelt beside the Jacuzzi,
scooping handfuls of water to bathe Jasmine's globes, making the skin
glossy, thus making me even hungrier.

"Look at that, mom.  Look how sexy that big ass is.  Do it... eat that
fucking ass like its food." Beth implored.

With that, I quickly embedded my face between the picturesque ass, groaning
aloud in utter starvation.  Jasmine held onto the sides of the Jacuzzi,
aghast by my understandable appetite.  I finally had this... at long last;
I was smothering my lips and mouth all throughout the deep chasm of
Jasmine's hindquarters.  My senses went on overload as I chewed, licked,
and probed every square inch of her ass crack, all the while cupping each
mounting swell of her divine ass.  Within moments, my mouth was french
kissing her asshole with careless abandon, causing Jasmine to lock up in
mythical narcosis.

"Ooooooooh YES, YES!!" Jasmine cried out, trembling beneath my loving
tongue.  "Eat my ass you hot fucking bitch, Goddammit YES!!"

Suddenly, a deluge of warm water doused my face and her ass.  Not leaving
my taboo feast, I looked back to see Beth had grabbed the hotel ice bucket,
using it to scoop the water to bathe our enthusiastic union.

"You two look so fucking hot together." Beth hissed, leaning over to me to
kiss my ear.

"You fucking eat that, mother.  Taste that ass, and stick that tongue
deeper than you did in mine." Beth urged, pulling my hair back so she could
see my eyes alongside each tender cheek.

"God, I can't even see your nose... you're so fucking deep, aren't you?"
Beth wanted to know.

She reached in to clasp Jasmine's ass, pressing the cheeks together as my
entire face disappeared.  "Ooooooh fuck yeah." Beth growled.  "Get lost in
there... lose your face in that big juicy ass."

Jasmine's asshole was tight, but my tongue flattened itself across the
orifice, slothfully lapping it up, then down... and up again... circling it
tenderly, hoping to encourage her to relax, and allow my tongue's loving
entry that she knew was unavoidable.

Jasmine's body began to shiver.  "Oooh God, look at her ass shake." Beth
whispered.  "Like waves rippling on a smooth pond."

God, Beth was saying all the right things to get me going.  I just loved
her kinky prose.  With Beth's hands still holding her cheeks, Beth pulled
them apart to see her mother's lips sealed to Jasmine's mouthwatering
asshole.

"Oooooh fucking God." Beth snarled.  "You better be loving this-- you
should see her kissing your asshole." Beth said to Jasmine, crawling up to
her to slam her mouth to hers in unrelenting craving.  I looked up from
between the golden hills of ass to watch Beth's tongue maul Jasmine's
entire face, hungrily wiping away her makeup with long swipes.  God, I just
couldn't believe how provocative our coupling was.  Why didn't I become a
wanton lesbian earlier in life?

Grasping Jasmine's hair, Beth tugged her head back... "Tell my mother you
love this."

"I love you eating my ass." Jasmine barely expressed.

"Tell her you want that tongue inside you." Urged my daughter.

"I want... Oh my God, I want it inside me." Jasmine exclaimed with her eyes
closed and mouth open in outrageous amazement.

"Inside what?" Beth shouted in fury.

"My ass... inside my ass... deep." Cried Jasmine.

"Your big juicy ass, isn't it?" replied Beth.

"Yeah." Jasmine somehow replied.  "It's so fucking big, and I love it."

Her words drew out that wild animal in me once more... tightening my tongue
with all of my might, I centered its tip on her core... sinking in with
every ounce of my faithful lust.  Jasmine took in a long gasp; crying out
like a sword had stabbed her tender heart.

"Yeah, finally letting her inside, aren't you?" Beth spoke, caressing
Jasmine's glistening back.

"Oooooooooh it feels so fucking good, baby." Jasmine cried, sounding like a
little girl in a high pitched tone.  "Oooohh she's tasting me baby."

Flaring my tongue all through Jasmine's tangy hole, it was just as
astounding as Beth's ass was the night before.  But my appetite spread like
wildfire, and I knew exactly why.  I loved deep dark bronzed skin... just
as that day last summer when Beth's skin glowed with that golden tan, I
realized that her tan was an aphrodisiac for me... it simply made me wild,
fueling the flames of lesbian lust beyond my control.

With renewed hunger, I lightly patted each of Jasmine's caramel cheeks,
watching them gently shake as I tugged back the cheeks for another lunge
inside my ethnically arousing vixen.  Feeling my wet tongue mesh with those
luscious fibers of muscle and tissue, Jasmine slowly squeezed her sphincter
about my tongue, "milking" it in needfulness.  Her wanton gestures only
made my tongue stab her even further, basking in the ambrosial chasm of her
precious bowels.

Crawling back into the Jacuzzi, Beth aided my enduring assault by feasting
on Jasmine's graceful pussy.  With her flesh being double-teamed, Jasmine's
body dwindled away in a spine tingling orgasm.  I could only imagine what
it must have been like for our howling honey-skinned Goddess as the cyclone
of orgasm shred her voluptuous flesh apart.

After letting Jasmine revive, Beth led us from the Jacuzzi to the master
bedroom, where Jasmine lovingly shared her first kiss with me, suckling in
my lower lip.  I couldn't help but fall under her foreign hex, hoping she
loved tasting her own ass juice that marinated my lips.  We fell back upon
the king-sized mattress as Beth settled atop us, watching our kiss seethe
with undying passion.  Jasmine grasped my head, clawing her fingernails
throughout my mangled locks as I felt Beth's hands massage my thighs and
ass as the familiar moans of need was heard.

Released from Jasmine's mouth, she flung my head to the moist canyon of her
big tits, smothering my face between the cleavage I frantically lapped away
at.

"Give her what you gave me." Jasmine moaned in primal ardor.

"Yeah." Beth answered, crawling from the bed as she left the room.

Lifting my blushing face from her plentiful mounds of breast, Jasmine gazed
into my misty eyes, staring at me like in fierce admiration.  Her fingers
splayed all over my face, massaging me, worshipping me...

"You're gonna love what she's gonna do." Jasmine implored.

I caught my breath, luxuriating in the proximity of Jasmine's lush body.
Breast to breast, stomach to stomach... it was celestial.

Jasmine looked back as I followed, seeing Beth saunter back in, adorned
with the strap on I bought her at the sex shop earlier.  I nearly died
seeing my daughter wearing such a thing... not in disgust, but of lustful
shock.  As she stepped to the bed, the plastic phallus bounced with each
step, just like a man's would.  With her long blond hair still soaked, it
fell tasseled about her shoulders, looking like a primitive animal plucked
from the wild.

"She always wanted to know what it was like when you got pregnant with
her." Jasmine suggestively whispered to me, clutching my hips in urgency.
"Look at her with that big beautiful cock."

I was paralyzed by the prospect, sitting there in jaded fear and
infatuation.  I was unquestionably aroused by what Beth wanted to do to me,
and honestly, I loved how Beth was blurring the lines of the male/female
guise.

"She really knows how to use that thing." Jasmine commented, motioning me
upon my back as I watched Beth crawl on the bed, gripping that mammoth cock
with an untamed look in her eyes.

I had never seen such a look in my daughter's eyes... that unwavering gaze
of compulsion to take our relationship to a whole new level.  I was
spellbound.

"Open your arms to her." Jasmine encouraged me.  "Welcome her as you would
a man."

I did just that as Beth came closer.  My breaths grew shallow while Beth
and I locked our eyes together in inborn determination.  She had purpose, a
sole intention on shattering the bonds of my imagination with that cock.
On some involuntary impulse, I opened my legs to her as she crawled atop
me, never once breaking our passionate gaze.

"Mother," Beth began in a timid voice.  "I wanna fuck you.  I want to see
what my father saw when he planted his seed in you.  I want to know what it
was like."

My head swirled in incredible wonder, hearing this magical confession.
Under her carnal spell, I reached up to caress her hopeful face, longingly
stroking my baby's soft skin.  I just couldn't believe this thrilling turn
of events.  I was about to be manhandled by my own daughter, fucked by her
as if a man... I simply couldn't say no to her compelling need.

Thinking back to how Beth liked hearing my thoughts, I began by saying; "I
want you to, Beth.  I want you to know what it was like that night."

That was all she needed to hear before falling atop me, crushing her mouth
to mine in emotional zeal.  My arms curled behind her arms, embracing Beth
with all of my strength.  Beth contorted her neck, smothering me in a kiss
of raw unbridled need.  My God, I could tell she was on fire for this... as
if an inferno had erupted within her, ablaze with the primal instinct to
'mate' with her own mother.  I fucking loved the concept of it.

Fumbling with her right hand, Beth struggled to aim her phallus at my womb.
I swathed her torso with my legs, wrapping her to me as I felt the heavy
cock press in me.

"Oooooooooooh my GAWD yes." Beth hissed, looking down to watch the entry.

Locking my ankles together, I lunged up to hold her, knowing I was about to
feel something I hadn't felt in a long, long time.  It was then Beth guided
the cock in, searing my core in lewd necessity.  I shouted in trauma,
gnawing Beth's bare shoulder as she eased her hips forward, inching that
fiery cock in.  My eyes bulged from my skull... I held my breath, feeling
the massive baton quell my pulsating vagina.  If she went any further, she
was going to split me in half... but I desperately wanted this, holding my
daughter for dear life.

"Oh, mother." Beth cried.  "I'm watching my cock get swallowed by your
pussy."

"Oooh baby, my sweet baby." I cringed in marvel, feeling the shaft impale
me.  "It's so big."

"No, I'm so big." Beth quickly corrected me.

"Oooh God yes, you are so big baby." I wildly retorted, invigorated by her
gender exchange.

"I'm a man tonight, mother.  Talk to me like I'm a man." Beth commanded,
holding my broad thigh with her free hand.

"Ooooooooooooooooohhh fuck yeah." I exclaimed, loving the sensation of her
cock easily gliding in me like a hot knife through butter.

All of my muscles compressed at once, uniting in blazing rapture.
Inevitably, Beth sank the entire length of that nine-inch stalk deep inside
me.  When her groin crushed against mine, it felt like I had a telephone
pole inside me... I had never had anything or anyone so deep inside me in
my entire life.  I tightened my fists, striving to adjust to this
incredible stimulation.  Beth watched my face, contorting in frenzied
madness as she slid her cock back out... catching my breath, Beth cooed in
fearlessness before piercing me once more.

"Aaaaaaaaah, fuck fuck fuck!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Are you okay?" gasped Beth.

"Yeah... just, so deep.  You're so deep." I panted.

Reaching under me, Beth cupped my ass in support as readily found her
primal rhythm.  At last, I was relaxed.  I barked at her... "Fuck me, you
stud... give me that big fucking cock."

"Ooooooooooh yeah." Beth urged in an energized tone.

"She's taking all of you." Jasmine said before going mouth to mouth on me.

Whimpering in Jasmine's mouth like a wounded animal, I completely gave
in... there was no resisting my daughter's vigor, and the unrelenting
pounding she began to give me.  With Jasmine's tongue grazing mine, she
held my jaw in place as Beth's potent thrusts moved me up the bed.

Beth was beside herself.  I didn't see how this could be lucrative for her
since she wasn't getting anything from our love-making, but in looking
back, I think it wasn't so much the act itself, but rather the intonations
of watching her mother be fucked.  She loved being the dominant one, and I
had no problem with that whatsoever.  Beth understood the strength a man
could have during sex, and honestly, I think she was envious in some ways.

Bringing my legs up above my face, Beth splayed her palms across the back
of my thighs, rolling me back as she really gave it to me.  Slapping my big
ass with her eager thrusts, the sounds of our flesh smacking together began
sounding off.  Her enthusiasm was contagious as I started getting into it
too.

"God, you do it better than any other man." I growled.

Her frazzled hair whipped about, grunting like a beast.

"Fucking you... I'm really fucking my own mother." She pledged, lifting
herself up to skewer me even deeper.

"She's always wanted to fuck you." Whispered Jasmine, watching Beth's
raging lust boil over.  "She's sooooo gorgeous like this."

"Did dad give it to you this good?" begged Beth.  "Huh, mom?  Did he?"

"You're ten times the man he ever was." I said as I absorbed another deep
thrust from her.

My revelation made her strain even harder to embed her cock.  It was
true... Beth was so much more attuned to my soul.  She knew what made me
tick, what made me happy.

"How could he not want this?" she replied.  "This hot ass... these juicy
thighs?"

"Because it's for you.  Always has been." I chanted back, despite the heavy
pummeling I was getting.

"Fate." Beth retorted.

"Oooh baby, yeah.  It is fate." I said, reaching up to her face as she
kissed my palm.

"Gonna marry you." Beth pledged, pulling her cock out before stabbing me
another time.

"Yeah?  You wanna marry me-- your own mother?" I said, grunting as she
plowed into me.

Her face, now dripping in sweat, nodded yes.  God, this sexy dialogue
overwhelmed me.  Just the profoundness of what we were saying, how it
transcended everything I was taught to expect from men or women... I was
flabbergasted, and loved every filthy word that came from my mouth.  If my
Sunday school class could only see me now, vowing to marry my own daughter
in the throes of hot lesbian sex.  I loved it.

It then occurred to me what else I could say to entice Beth even more... an
uncivilized, yet appropriate revelation that I knew she would love.

"I was on my knees when he came." I huffed.

"Ooooh." Beth barely replied.  "Doggy style."

"Yeah.  I knew I was pregnant the second he came."

Beth leaned back, flinging me over to my knees as I propped myself up,
arching my back to offer her the reward of her mother's big ass.  Settling
behind me, I turned to watch Beth's reaction.  Somehow, I knew her lifelong
fascination with living out what her father felt and saw meant the world to
her.  Tonight, Beth and I would improve on what her father did to me.  If
that bastard only knew what he gave up when he left me.  I would also bet
my next paycheck he'd give anything to watch what his own daughter was
about to do to me.

"Oh my Gawd, look at these motherly hips." Beth said, catching her breath
while laying her hands on each swell of my backside.  "No wonder he came."

"The ultimate prize, isn't it?" I answered.

"This is where I came from." She purred, grazing the plump fullness of my
ass.  "All these years... I prayed to have this."

"You've earned it." I shrewdly moaned, swaying my hips to follow her touch.
"Now give your mother what she wants.  Fuck me like you mean it."

She needed no more encouragement.  Mounting me like the apt lover she was,
I felt the wide bulbous head make a second undertaking.  This time there
would be no discomfort or shock... only an easeful, graceful passage inside
her mother's warm loving womb.  Feeling my ass cheeks press to her groin,
Beth buckled behind me in glorious ecstasy.  Her cock glided in,
effortlessly impaling me, planting her hands on my ass.

"What I'd give to make you pregnant." Professed Beth.

I was startled.  I had never heard such a thing come from a woman's lips.
For a brief instant, I almost laughed at the concept.  It was physically
impossible.  But as Beth's meaningful thrusts endured, I took her appeal to
heart... My God, what if such a thing were possible?  I shuddered, aroused
by her erotic notion.  And in her usual magical technique, Beth touched
upon a neglected desire within me that I had forgotten.  I did want another
child.  I wanted Beth to have sister to share her life with... but such as
life's circumstances; it sadly never came to be.  But perhaps... just maybe
there was some way Beth could really do it.  For now, I was content with
just the notion of such a glorious gift.  Plus, the idea of two women
creating a life together, a living-breathing testament to their undying
love, spoke volumes to my heart.

I hurled my ass back at Beth as we both fell into a forcible rhythm. Beth
pulled back, dragging her cock out from my pussy, only to shove it back in
with even more confidence.  That sensation, along with feeling my fleshy
ass in her palms was magical.  But her hands released her mighty grip to
grasp my shoulders, planting her feet beside my hips.  This gave my baby
girl a wonderful angle to really give it to me good... and she did.  Within
moments, Beth had rediscovered her inborn cadence, adding even more stamina
behind her "sawing" in and out of my fertile womb.

"Can you see me in a wedding dress?  Your bride?" I sensually insinuated in
a low sexy voice.

Hearing that paralyzed Beth, nearly collapsing atop her.  Just that
thought... that magnificent vision of total commitment was just so sexy.  A
forbidden marriage would embody the unending years of my daughter's
desperate hope to someday land the woman she so zestfully loved.  It would
mean she would never leave me no matter what.  And as for Beth, I knew in
my heart that it was a lifelong dream come true.

"Our honeymoon." I gasped, continuing my verbal aggression.

"Yeeeeah." She helplessly replied in a helpless, childlike tone.  "Gonna
marry my mother."

With that, Beth rallied every ounce of vigor she could muster, plunging
that blistering cock all the way to the hilt.  Our bodies united in pure
rhapsody as my flesh consumed her plea.

"Oooooh fuck, baby!" I screamed out as my body strained, feeling how deep
her imaginary life giving cock had gone.

"Be my wife." Beth commanded, pulling out once more before stabbing her yet
again.  "You better marry me you sexy ass bitch."

My eyes rolled in the back of my head, delirious with the unearthly notion
that I could become pregnant, and wed my own child.  It was such a powerful
intoxicant.  My body nearly went limp as I was being shredded apart in
blissful euphoria.

"Yea that's it." Beth continued.  "See me as your bride... your own
daughter taking your hand in marriage."

I balked like some drunken harlequin.  Enlivened by how she made me so
weak, Beth stepped us her verbal molestation.

"Yea." She voiced, plunging her phallus back inside the depths of torrid
ecstasy.  "You're gonna have to marry me 'cause you'll be pregnant."

"Oh... pregnant." I somehow managed to utter in a weak tone.

By now, Beth had found her guileless rhythm.  Before tonight, she had never
seen me so feeble and weak.  The foreboding reality of our impending fate,
and my fanciful pregnancy did wonders to not only my flesh, but my
intellect as well.  This was by far the best brain fuck I had ever gotten.
Like a devoted daughter could only know, she knew her mother in and out.

A flurry of images rushed through my debilitated mind.  Me pregnant with
Beth, giving birth to her... grooming her to become the very woman of my
dreams... the first time I noticed myself really looking at her when he was
at the pool... our first kiss... It was all too much.  And every word Beth
avowed furthered her crusade in becoming my eternal bride.

"You're gonna be Mrs. Beth Simpson." Gasped Beth as she felt the stirrings
of his seed begin its faithful voyage from the deepest regions of his
testicles.

That did it for me.  Hearing that galvanized every part of my living
essence.  With a deep breath, I screamed out in climacteric rage.  My
pounded flesh took it all in...  This was it.  Beth zestfully pulled me up
from behind her shoulders, locking our bodies together as she wailed in
utter delight.  I couldn't believe the gravity of this act of total
consummation. This forbidden realization solidified itself and sent me
reeling into the furthermost reaches of sexual oneness and enchantment.
With Beth's lips pressed to my shoulder, my eyes clenched shut in stinging
bliss as Beth lovingly sawed in and out of my fertile womb.  What I
would've given at that moment for Beth to spring forth with rich fertile
seed.

"Make me pregnant, oh MY GAWD please make me pregnant." I frantically cried
out.

In rapid, meaningful thrusts, Beth clutched my thighs in frantic hope that
she was as deep as possible.  Both of us, glazed in sweat, desperately
clung to the other in urgency.  Something inside told me Beth was cursing
herself for not being born a man so she could return to plant the seed of
life within her very own mother.

"We'll find a way, baby." I vowed.  "I want your child soooooo bad."

"Oh God, mother." Beth panted, licking my ear as she cupped my healthful
dangling breasts.

She pounded me as if a refined Virtuoso, lovingly and so perfectly...

"Gonna marry you." She urged.

"You fucking better." I hissed back, reaching behind me to grasp her
tasseled sweaty hair.

"Take care of you." She continued.  "Make you happy."

"And fuck me like this every day of our lives." I answered.

"Oooooohh my GAWD YES!!" she howled, really giving it to me good now.

I began grunting to each insistent thrust, just like a primal animal in the
hottest jungle.  I fell to my elbows, shoving my big ass back at Beth for
all it was worth.  Beth wailed in delight as she kneaded my plump ass while
watching her plastic cock vanish completely inside her mother.

We fucked like savages for the next two hours before Jasmine joined us,
taking her own strap on to me as I mounted Beth, riding her in full,
timeless glory.  I nearly went into seizures as Jasmine easily took away my
anal virginity in loving confidence.  The sensation of having two women
struggling and toiling to be inside me left me speechless in
awe... unfettered by pure feminine salaciousness.

My love for Beth was like an obsession... something I had absolutely no
control over.  The following days were a mixture of hazy repose, speechless
vigor, and unquestionable devotion to my precious daughter.  She could've
asked me to do anything, and I would have done so without doubt or
quandary.  I was insatiable for the woman I gave life to... and in some
distant rational, my heart felt as if she returned to give ME life again.

Six days after our first night together, Beth and I checked out of our
hotel with a pang of sadness, for both of us admittedly knew that room was
a special place for us.  As I drove from the parking lot, Beth lovingly
took my hand, promising we would return to that very room every year on our
"anniversary".

Having Beth return home as my one true soulmate was extraordinary.  The
first week was spent reorganizing her belongings, and moving her things
into, what later became known as "our" bedroom... the one room she later
acknowledged was the ultimate pursuit in her life.  My once lonely King
sized bed would eventually become the salacious bridal lair of incestuous
discovery and unconditional love.  In fact, my first day back to work, I
was so sore from the previous night's foray where Beth had me pinned to the
mattress, fucking my legs off in celebratory victory of finally getting her
girl.  (That strap on became our new best friend.) I felt like I was
walking bow legged, it was that intense.  But the glow I had from
ultimately finding the true love of my life compensated for the soreness.
Likewise, I begged for every purposeful thrust she was willing to give.
Everyone at the office noticed a difference in me... the way I talked and
carried on.  They all knew I had met someone special.  Oooh, if they only
knew that the "one" was a woman, and my own daughter at that.

Finally, the warm winds of summer arrived and gave life to our world.  In
the mornings when I would wake nestled beside Beth, I would hear the birds
chirping just a tad louder and the rustling of nature's rebirth.  It all
felt different somehow, like nature was mirroring my rebirth in a way.  I
honestly had never felt better about my life, and where it was going.

Our pool was finally cleaned and opened for the season, as Beth would spend
her afternoons sunbathing and relaxing just as she did the prior summer.
It wasn't long before that familiar tinge of darkened gold returned to her
skin, making me crazy with hunger for my daughter's burnished flesh.  Beth
knew of my voracity for her tan ass, and gladly displayed it for me upon
coming home from work one evening.  Just like last summer, I stood at the
sliding glass door that led to the pool... I didn't even set my purse down,
for I knew what awaited my arrival.  There, lying on her stomach, in my
favorite high cut black bikini that perfectly accentuated that buxom tan
body, was that pure ripe ass.  I caught my breath, getting all nervous as I
did before.  But this time, the sweet knowledge that I had finally
succeeded in winning that delicious ass filled my heart.  Yet this time
seemed like an entirely new conquest for me to embark on.  Lifting my
trembling hand, I slid the door open and swallowed my anticipation, keeping
my eyes chained to that lofty, curvaceous ass that awaited it's mother's
loving tongue.

I didn't even say Hi to Beth, and she didn't either for all I could do was
stand behind her, enamoured by those two full pumpkins of mounting
deliciousness before me.  There it was, in all of its plentiful glory...
still in my business suit from work, I fell to my knees and clutched those
bronzed mounds, losing my face between their loving magical allure.

Christmas Day of 1986, Beth and I shared our first Holiday as a "couple",
and the last present she gave me was a beautifully studded five-caret
diamond engagement ring.  I was aghast by her loving courage, even falling
to one knee in front of the Christmas tree, asking for my hand in marriage.

"Mother, would you give my life this one gift... that you'll say you'll be
my wife?  That you'll let me take care of you for the rest of our lives?"
she begged with the sincerest look I had ever seen in a woman's eyes.

With my eyes steeped in heartfelt tears, I happily agreed over and over
again as I took her in my arms, weeping in bona fide joy.  And with such
elegant repose, I watched in open-mouthed wonder as Beth slipped the shiny
new engagement ring on my wedding finger.

"You're my everything." Beth whispered, nuzzling my ear and neck in mellow
tenderness.

"Oh my love." I replied before I took her hand in mind, leading us back to
our bridal lair of forbidden ecstasy.

June of 1987...

Standing atop a remote mountaintop in Oahu, Hawaii on a radiant evening, I
became the doting wife of my very own daughter.  The ceremony was simple,
just a local minister and Jasmine, who we asked to be our witness and ring
bearer.  Both of us wore long flowing white gowns with our arms and
shoulders bare.  With the orange hue of the picturesque sun illuminating my
beautiful child, I wept as I listened to Beth tearfully pledge her life,
love, and soul to me in a timeless expression of unconditional commitment.
I had truly found the one element missing in my life.

After the ceremony, Beth and I made our way to the beach where the minister
had us immerse ourselves in the warm ocean waters to signify our re-birth
as woman and wife.  The slick salt water made our flesh slick and smooth as
our mouths abruptly found each other's in a time-honored kiss of all
kisses.  Standing waist deep in the Pacific, I savored the zeal and hunger
of my sexy daughter, claiming her as my spouse for all time.

"I love you, Beth." I gasped as she licked the salt water from my neck.

"And I love you, my beautiful wife." Beth replied before nudging her teeth
to my sensitive skin.

We spent two wonderful weeks in Oahu on our honeymoon, rediscovering many
of the same beautiful abilities and aptness we both found so invigorating
in the other.  On our last night there, Beth had us re-play our seduction,
having me as the seducer and she as the unwilling belle.  I had never heard
of role-play before, but I found the undertaking to be unequivocally
arousing.  Actually playing it all out again made the reward of our sweet
incestuous marriage even more substantial... it took me over two hours to
eventually "convince" Beth to become her mother's eternal lover.  We loved
the scenario so much that on each anniversary when we returned to Room
1246, we would spend hours (On our 10th anniversary, it took me two entire
days to seduce her!) playing it all out once more.

That August, I decided to give in to my wife's most cherished compulsion,
to have a child with me.  After weeks of debate, I asked Jasmine if she
knew of a donor who would father a child with me.  Suggesting her brother,
Jasmine arranged for him to donate his seed as I made the obligatory trip
to the doctor's office.  That night when Beth got home after class, we
stayed up until 3am as I cried and begged for her to make me the mother of
her child as she gave me the heaviest pounding of my life.  I had never
been fucked so good, that deep... ever.  And I knew, as all women do, I was
carrying a life inside of me.  After that night, I never again thought of
the father as some faceless man.  For all tense and purposes, the father
was Beth, and the merciless sweaty thrashing she gave me proved it.  Beth
had made me pregnant.

On May 21st of 1988, I gave birth to Dahlia Elizabeth Simpson at the age of
37.  Beth was at my side the entire process, and proudly cradled her
newborn baby daughter immediately after I gave birth.  I wept in joy as I
commented on how good of a Daddy she would be.  From that day on, Beth was
known as Daddy, and I, naturally, mother.  Both of us raised Dahlia in
perfect love and adoration.

Frustrated by our conservative neighborhood in Ohio, and wanting to go
"public" with our marriage, we moved to San Francisco in 1989 where Beth
finished her law degree, and became a talented defense lawyer in the Bay
City.  She forced me to quit my job as a CPA and be a full-time mother to
our daughter in 1992.  And, I ashamedly admit I loved having Beth as our
sole provider.  At long last, I had found the security and adoring love in
the arms of my own daughter, and I never once regretted it.  Period.

Beth and I never ran out of ideas, concepts, or scenarios to keep our
romance fresh and fascinating.  I truly believe that our eternal bond as
mother and daughter gave us that uncommon ability.  Now, as we approach our
twentieth marriage anniversary here in 2007, Beth still has that uncanny
ability to take my breath away just by looking at me.

Dahlia just turned 19 and finished her first year at college, and has grown
into an amazingly beautiful woman.  Beth always comments how she looks just
like Kim Kardashian with her perfectly curved back and ass.  And
surprisingly enough, at 56, I find myself more and more attracted to
Dahlia's exotic looks... as does Beth, who still looks stunning at 38 with
her lengthy blonde hair and (thankfully) year long tan that I just love so
much.

As I finish this, I am booking three airline tickets back to Ohio in
celebration of our twentieth wedding anniversary.  Yes, back to room 1246.
We want Dahlia to know how it all started... plus, Beth just bought a new
strap on she wants to mount Dahlia with.

The End


Original story and characters written and copyrighted by Meredith Jaussaud,
2008, at mewill71@gmail.com.  Comments are always welcome as long as they
are positive.  Please do not copy/re-post anywhere else without giving me
(the author) proper credit.