Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 21:46:49 -0800 From: Ronnie Subject: OUT ON THE RANGE Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned yet again with a brand new story. I am planning on writing all new holiday tales with all of your favorite characters in the coming months, but this came to me just over a day or so. First off, let me go over the rules for those of you that are new here for the first time. This is a story of sex between two consenting adults, if you are underage, live where it is unlawful to read this, or are just plain offended by the notion of two women in love with each other, then do us a favor and please leave for your own sakes and souls. This is also a story about incest between a 30-something woman and her 20- year old daughter. Let me stress that this is just fiction, 100% pure unadulterated fiction and that it should never be attempted by anyone in real life. You all should know that incest is morally, legally, and aesthetically wrong in the real world. So, in other words, do not, I mean, do not try any of the things you are about to read here at home! Any further questions? If nothing else, then let us begin shall we? OUT ON THE RANGE by KEITH Mid afternoon had arrived in the Ventana Hills overlooking Big Sur when Wilma and her 20-year old daughter, Willane, rode upon horseback deep into the wilderness. The Texas Twosome were on an outing of just mother and daughter riding their horses with the necessary supplies in search of a secluded spot deep in the woods. They did not care if they ran into black bears, mountain lions, or wild boar for they were in love with each other all over again. For you see, the Deerebournes had visited someone a few months back that helped them regain that secret lust that they had for each other. That someone was a Phoenix Fire priestess named Mistress Firefox, a spiritual counselor specialized in the ancient erotic art form called the Chuluaqui Quodoushka. Mistress Firefox had been the most loving, caring, and help- ful of all people, especially to those who came to her for advice and guidance. She had especially taught the Deerebournes on how to keep that sexual fire going from within themselves and each other with the help of some arcane, yet potent techni- ques that would aid in keeping their sexual fire going. "How much farther are we from the sacred place, Mama?" Willane asked her mother as she guided her horse by the reins closely behind her mother who was also on horseback. "Not much farther now, li'l darlin'." The strapping, yet willowy Texas blonde woman replied as she guided her palomino mare down through verdant, yet murky glade. The women had not much further to go for they rode their horses deeper and deeper into the woods, over a babbling brook strewn with rocks and pebbles and up a knoll until they both reached a clearing bedecked with oak trees scattered all over the green, grassy landscape. Wilma looked around just to see if any unsuspecting passerby in the form of hikers or backpackers might still be lingering around. Seeing that the coast was clear, mother and daughter dismounted from their equines. Willane's horse held the brunt of the supplies they needed to take with them on this personal and intimate excursion. From the back end of the peibald mare she rode, Willane removed a bundle of authentic Amerindian blankets and helped her mother to spread them all over a suitable spot in the clearing just barely five feet from a rather aged, mature oak tree that greeted them. Making sure that there were no rattlesnakes where they would be, they carefully and methodically spread the Indian blankets all over the designated spot. Once that was finished, they took out the rest of the supplies they needed to have with them for this outing: an old ash tray, a box of matches, a tiny little pouch of cinnamon flavored incense, an eagle's feather, their picnic basket, and a small tub of that Gynerect topical cream that they knew would come in handy. With all the necessary accessories readied, mother and daughter stood to face each other making close intimate eye contact. Wilma took Willane's hands into her own and raised her daughter's arms just a tad. "Willane, li'l darlin', 'tis time for us to re-ignite that sacred fire that's been burning within us both. Are you ready, li'l kitten?" Willane's mother's words had that Texas twang, but they were gentle, reassurant, even coaxing. The young woman felt her mother's fingers stroke her own blonde tresses, caressingly as she waited for her daughter's reply. "Yes, Mama. I'm ready for you now. I want you so badly", Willane responded to her mother with her approval. Mother and daughter slowly and sexily removed each other's clothing from one another, never taking their eyes off of each other. They each kept their nouveau cowboy hats on top of their heads as they gradually completed their disrobing ritual with just the two of them around and no one else to spoil their fun together. Finally, they were both stark naked save for the authentically genuine turquoise Native American jewelry they each wore on their nude bodies. Willane a red bandanna around her neck, while her mother was bedecked with all sorts of jewelry around her neck, her fingers and wrists, and her ankles complete with a waist chain. Wilma and Willane looked deeply into each other's eyes for a long moment, and then wrapped their arms around each other in a warm, tight, all encompassing loving embrace. They moaned and purred erotically into each other's arms as they prepared for an afternoon of magical, mystical, and spiritual lovemaking. TO BE CONTINUED Please feel free to write back to me to let me know if I should continue this story or if I should just abandon this story altogether. Let me know and give me a buzz. I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Bye for now!