Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 18:11:21 -0700 (PDT) From: bonnie morrison Subject: THE PRICE FOR PASSION-3 THE PRICE FOR PASSION-3 by Bonnie Morrison (Ff, inc, ws) INSERT COPYRIGHT PROTECTION CLAUSE HERE. Thank you for abiding. So, Jean had her doubts about becoming sexually involved with her daughter, and Sarah had her doubts that her mother would ever get up the nerve to do it, but, now we know differently. Some immediate questions may come to mind, and most likely will be answered in this chapter. Episode Three, The Price for Passion, by Bonnie Morrison. maidenformdd@yahoo.com THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 3 The cool night air permeated the house and settled over the two naked and uncovered figures, sleeping peacefully. It penetrated Jean's unconsciousness, bringing her to a half-awake state for a time. Eventually the discomfort of being cold brought her to a fully waking state. She felt Sarah huddled against her back for warmth and remembered the sheet and comforter had been pushed down to the foot of the bed when they started their play the previous evening. Jean thought about rolling over to her daughter and warming her the way they had warmed each other a few hours earlier, but she was hungry and decided to get up and fix them some breakfast. Judging by the amount of light filtering into the room around the drapes, it was already daylight. She glanced over to the clock and saw that it was 7:20 a.m. She slid carefully off the bed and pulled the sheet over her daughter's nakedness. The sight of her loveliness was almost too much, and she was severely tempted to get back into the bed, but her stomach was growling, so she went on into the kitchen. Jean's usual morning coffee and yogurt over some dry cereal wasn't going to be sufficient this day, so she got out the box of pancake mix and stirred up some batter. She thought perhaps some grapefruit would be good, also. She was finishing the grapefruit and ready to start cooking the pancakes when she heard a wolf whistle coming from the doorway to the kitchen. "Well, who's the stranger in my kitchen? The stranger with the beautiful bare butt?" Jean looked around at her daughter and smiled broadly, then bent over and wiggled her backside. "You should be more careful who you let in your house, young lady. You just never know what naughtiness they may have in mind for you." She opened her legs and looked back at Sarah, who was staring avidly at her mother's exposed vagina. "Well, lady, with a body like that, you can have your way with me." Sarah went over to Jean, who was putting the grapefruit pieces into bowls, and put her arms around the soft body, cupping the pendulous breasts as she kissed her mother's neck and shoulder. Jean leaned against her and sighed contentedly. "Oh, honey, it feels so nice to have your hands there this morning. Don't take them away until I say to." Sarah gently pinched and pulled her mother's nipples until they were fully erect. She clamped them between the fingers of her hands as she kneaded the soft flesh. "Momma, I love you!! I wished and wished that we would be together like this some day, and now you've made me the happiest person in the whole world!!! I love you, Momma!!!" Jean turned to face her daughter and pulled her close. "I love you, too, sweetheart!! More than I can ever say with words. I'm so glad that your wish came true!" They kissed deeply and passionately for several minutes, then Jean pulled away and turned to the range. "Let me finish our breakfast, honey. We'll continue this after that." She looked at Sarah and smiled. Sarah came up behind her and once again reached around for the big breasts, and then began talking in a pouty tone. "Momma, you went off and left me in there, and now you're leaving me again, just when I want you so much!" She reached down between Jean's legs and fingered the very moist flesh. Jean put down the bowl of batter and let the feeling take her. "Oh, honey, I should be fixing our breakfast. Don't you want to eat?" She opened herself more to the probing fingers. "Yes, I want to eat, but not pancakes or grapefruit." Jean's heart skipped and she felt herself moistening even more. She asked coyly, "If you don't want to eat pancakes, what DO you want to eat?" Jean started humping Sarah's fingers. "You know what I want, Mom!" "What?" "Oh, you know!" She now had two fingers sliding in and out of her mother's vagina. "Tell me. Say it. Tell me what you want to eat." "Oh, Mom!" Sarah was embarrassed by this. "Come on, honey. Say it. Momma wants to hear you say it." Sarah hesitated for a few seconds, then said what her mother insisted on. "I want you, Mom. I want to eat you." "That's my naughty girl. Now you're acting like your mother. Come into the living room and you shall have what you desire." She looked at the girl seductively and took her hand. Daughter had mother, and mother then had daughter, after which they returned to the kitchen where Jean finished making breakfast while Sarah sat at the table and watched. "Mom, is cooking hard to learn?" "Well, honey, it depends. I guess it's really like anything else, except some people have an affinity for it. You may remember that I was never a REAL good cook. I had to follow the recipes and then kind of adjust the ingredients to taste. That's the way all the great ones do it, anyway. Why? Do you not know how?" "Well, I've tried making some stuff. Some of it comes out alright, but other things come out pretty bad." "It's a matter of practice, sweetie, like any other thing, as I said. The more you do it, the better you get." "You mean like eating pussy." Sarah started giggling. Jean was a little shocked to hear her daughter use that word, but then started giggling, too. "Yes, I suppose you can put it that way." "Would you show me how to make stuff?" "Of course. You tell me what you want to make, and we'll make it together. If I don't know how to make it, we'll learn how together. How does that sound?" "Super! You know, I AM hungry this morning." "Well, you should be, as much energy as you used up last night." This time Jean giggled and Sarah followed suit. They talked as they ate their breakfast. Jean wanted to know about Sarah's relationship with Renee. Sarah told her that it began four years earlier, when Renee discovered Sarah masturbating and offered to show her the techniques she liked to use. It started with them masturbating themselves together, then each other, and then to oral stimulation. Sarah told Jean how Renee had already started masturbating even before they moved away with their father. Jean learned that Renee had fallen in love with one of her teachers, a male, and made herself emotionally sick from the anguish of knowing she would never be with him, in any manner. In the meantime, she had started gaining weight, and her sense of self kept diminishing until she reached the point where she needed psychological counseling. Jean had no idea that anything like this was going on, and was both upset and nearly spellbound by what she was hearing. Sarah assured her that Renee was vastly improved, but still had some issues needing to be addressed. She went for regular sessions with a psychologist, a woman she was referred to by their physician. Sarah said Renee really liked the woman and soon developed a trusting relationship with her and apparently talked freely about things. Sarah said that at first she was afraid that Renee might talk about their relationship, but when she asked her about that, Renee told her not to worry, that she would keep the secret. Sarah told her mother that they did, however, stop having sex for a long time, but that they had started up again earlier that spring, after Renee felt better about things and told Sarah that she wanted them to be together again. When Jean expressed her intent to call Renee and talk to her about things, Sarah told her that Renee didn't want her to know what was happening, so Jean agreed not to say anything, to either Renee or her former husband. Jean made Sarah promise to keep her apprised. Jean had wanted to tell Sarah about what had happened when their father took them away, and she figured that this time was a good opportunity. She told her daughter about her lover, Millie Baker, and how Sarah's father had found the two of them in bed, having sex. She explained about the ramifications if any word of what had occurred ever got out, and that she was forced to agree to the harsh terms as a matter of her own survival. Sarah told her that she and Renee never knew what had actually happened, and that Renee had held it against Jean for making her feel as though their mother was abandoning them. They both had a little cry and then decided it was time to change the subject to something not so depressing. Sarah asked her mother if she would come to the swimming pool with her. "Mom, will you come to the pool with me?" Jean was reluctant, of course. "Oh, honey, I don't think I can allow myself to be seen in a swimsuit, the way I look." Jean saw the stern look come back to her daughter's face. "Mom, what did I say about saying that?" Jean was embarrassed and self-conscious. "Oh, I know. But, god, Sarah, look at me. I'm a fat pig." "Mom, you're not a fat pig. So, you're a little overweight. So what? I think you look beautiful." "But you're biased, honey. I AM your mother, and I would expect you to feel the way you do about my appearance, but it just makes me feel so ashamed that I've let myself get this way." "But, Mom, you really don't look that big. How about putting on your swimsuit and then let's see how you look. Besides, Mrs. Johnson is always asking about you, wanting to know when I'm going to get you over there. She always asks about you." "Beverly hasn't seen me for a good while, so she doesn't know how big I am now." "Well, she's not small by any means." "What? Has she added a few pounds?" "I don't know how much she's added since I never saw her before last week, but she's not much smaller than you. She doesn't mind showing herself, I guess." "God, I can't believe that Beverly has gotten fat. You say she wears a suit to the pool?" "Yeah. She gets in the water and just kind of stays there. She told me that she does it to keep people from seeing her. I haven't seen anybody looking at her, or making remarks about her. Come on, Mom. Come with me. You can hang out in the pool with Mrs. Johnson." Jean was thinking about Beverly Johnson, the woman she had secretly desired for so long, and now she was fat, too. How ironic, she thought. "Well, let me do this, honey. I'll try on my suit, and if it fits, IF, that is, if it fits, I'll go with you. Is that fair?" Sarah's face lit up. "Okay! That's fair enough, for now. But if it DOESN'T fit, you have to promise me we'll go and get you one that will. Is it a deal?" "Okay, it's a deal." Jean reached across the table for a napkin in the holder, and in the process, she drug one of her breasts through the syrup residue on her plate. "Oh shit! Oops! Sorry, honey." Sarah saw the whole thing and started laughing. "God, Mom! I know your tits are big, but you don't have to show off by letting them hang onto your plate." She was giggling like crazy. Jean got a little red-faced and was giggling as well. She was leaning over the plate, trying to keep the syrup from dripping anywhere but onto the plate, and was trying to get another napkin to wipe herself. Sarah jumped up and went over to her. "Here, let me help. She reached over and took the syrupy breast and began greedily licking at it. Soon she had all the syrup removed and was then sucking the hard nipple. She stopped and looked at the table, spotting the bottle of syrup sitting there. She took it and looked at her mother, who was sitting in her chair by this time. Sarah took the bottle and squirted some syrup in the direction of Jean's crotch. It landed on her abdomen and ran down between her legs. Sarah immediately got down and started licking her mother's stomach and on down to her crotch. Jean opened her legs and slid forward on the chair for the girl. Jean held her daughter's face in her hands as they looked at each other. "I was going to ask you which you liked the taste of best, the pancakes or me, but I think I know the answer to that. I want all that syrup cleaned out of my pussy, so you'd better get busy." She leaned forward and kissed her daughter passionately. "I love you, my baby. With all my heart and soul I love you!! Eat me, honey!! Eat Momma's pussy and make me cum!!!" "Oh, Momma!!!" Sarah got busy avidly licking and sucking the syrup-sticky, arousal-slick puffy cunt. The last thing Jean thought about before she exploded was that her daughter was a well-experienced licker of pussy. After the kitchen was cleaned up, Jean went to try on her swimsuit and shower. She got into it, with a modicum of difficulty, but wasn't hanging out in all the wrong places. She showed plenty of breast, but Sarah told her it was so sexy, and Jean agreed when she looked at herself in the mirror. "God, honey, my tits ARE very big, aren't they." Sarah moved around to the front of her mother and looked her over. "If you ask me, I think you're the most beautiful woman in all the world, and I absolutely love those." She leaned forward and kissed each breast, a lingering, sucking kiss that had Jean quivering between her legs again. "Oh, sweetheart, you better stop that before I need another cum. If we're going down to that pool, we need to get ourselves ready, so, keep your lips to yourself for now, you little tease!" Jean pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth. "Now who's teasing who, Mom?" She giggled a little and sat down on the bed. "Mom, I want to ask you a question." "Shoot." "I want to be your slut. Can I be your slut, Mom?" Jean was startled by the question and didn't know exactly how to respond. "Um, what do you mean?" "I mean I want to be your slut. I want to do whatever you want me to do to give you pleasure. I'm Renee's slut, and I want to be yours." Jean could see the seriousness on her daughter's face. "Oh, well, honey, I guess so, if that's what you want. But, I guess I'll have to be yours, too, because I want to do whatever I can to give you pleasure." She thought about this for a second, then continued. "Yes, I see what you mean, and I think it's a very nice idea. I totally agree." Sarah had that big smile and look of joy on her face now. She jumped up and hugged her mother, then kissed her as her tongue slid into Jean's mouth. Sarah pulled down the top to her mother's suit and began pinching her nipples. Soon, both of them were on fire once again. Jean lay on the bed and Sarah knelt on the floor between her mother's legs and sucked at her pussy through the crotch of her suit. Jean let loose a long, slow stream of hot urine, soaking her suit and bringing her daughter to the brink of orgasm. "Oh, god Mom, hold it for a second!! Let me get your suit out of the way." She got in position and Jean let loose once again, this time sending her flow into her daughter's waiting, wide-open mouth. The girl's hand was rubbing furiously between her legs, and as her mother's flow subsided and stopped, Sarah's orgasm swept her away in a blinding flash of light. When Sarah's mind began to function normally again, she got up on the bed next to her mother and snuggled against her. "Thank you, Mom. That was so yummy!!" Jean rolled over to face her daughter. "Thank YOU, sweetie!! You make Momma cum like I've never cum in my life!" They lay close together for several minutes without talking. Jean became aware of the cool feeling across her behind and put her hand back and felt herself. Her suit was wet. She reached down and felt of the comforter, and to her displeasure, it, too, was wet. "Dammit!!" Sarah stirred a little. "What's the matter?" "Oh, I got the bed wet."" "You also got the carpet wet. But not much." Jean rolled back over toward Sarah and sighed. Sarah reached over and patter her mother's abdomen. "Got any more in there for me? That last batch was awful tasty!" Jean smiled at her. "God, you ARE a little slut aren't you. But, god, how I love you, honey! I wouldn't want you to be any other way." They lay silently for a few minutes, then Sarah spoke up. "Mom, do you really love me? I mean REALLY?" "Of course I do! I love you with all my heart and soul, honey. We wouldn't be doing this if I didn't. I hope you don't think I'm just taking advantage of you, of your desire for sex." "I hope you aren't mad because I asked you that, Mom. It's just that I was wondering, that's all. I'm so glad to know it for sure. I guess I HAVE wondered over the years if you really loved us. Dad told us you didn't love us anymore, and that's why he was taking us away. I think Renee believes Dad. I never did, though. I always hoped that we would be together again. I always prayed for it." Jean was taken aback by Sarah's admission that her former husband had told them lies intended to make her look like the villain (which she always thought of herself as being), but she certainly didn't like the deliberate attempt to poison their children's minds against her. She could tell that Renee wanted to keep her distance, when they had phone conversations with her during the time that Sarah had been there, but she didn't think a lot about it, mostly chalking it up to the fact that they had been separated for seven years without any real contact during that time. She knew it was too late to try and do anything about this now. She didn't know what kind of success she would have convincing Renee of her love, but she knew she had already convinced Sarah, or she hoped so, anyway. She told herself not to take anything for granted in their new relationship. "Honey, I can't tell you enough how sorry I am for what happened seven years ago. But I can't tell you that I would have done things differently, either. You see, I was in love with Millie Baker, as strange as that may sound to you. She was old enough to be my mother, and maybe that's the way I thought of her. That, coupled with my out-of-control sex drive got me in deep trouble, and I wasn't strong enough to do anything about it, to stop anything from happening to start with. I wish I could look into the future and see what's in store for us. I want to do everything I can to avoid hurting you or your sister, and my incessant need for sex won't get in the way this time. I love you, Sarah. I love you with all my heart, and I always will, no matter what happens. I hope you believe me when I say this to you, because I do mean it, every single word." "I believe you, Mom. I guess we're in a kind of complicated mess, but at least we do love each other. That means something." "Yes, honey, it means nearly everything. The love we have between us makes what we do all right, at least in my mind. And I think you feel the same way as me, because you and I are about like twins in so many ways." While they were talking, Jean had been stroking Sarah's body, starting at her face and working down to the girl's hips and buttocks. Sarah's passion was coming alive again. "Mom, can we just stay here on the bed and fuck all day?" Jean moved her hand between her daughter's legs. "Funny you should say that. I was just thinking the very same thing. But we're going to the pool, remember. Alison is expecting you to show up, and I AM excited about seeing Beverly again." She took her hand away. "We have the entire summer for this, honey. Every day and every night, with the exception of those days of the month we don't like to think about. So, I need to get up and do something about washing out my suit and getting it dry before we go. I wouldn't want Beverly or Alison to see me like this." She reached between her legs and rubbed at herself. "Mmmmm, that feels so good, and I DO like this wet material against my bald pussy." Sarah slid down on the bed and put her mouth on her mother's crotch and sucked hard at the wet material, tasting both pee and arousal. Jean lay back to enjoy the feel, and took one of her breasts into her mouth to suck as her daughter sucked on her. "Mom, can you pee again?" Jean pulled the big breast out of her mouth. "I don't think so, honey. I emptied myself for you, and nothing had built up yet. Come on, let's quit fooling around and get read to go to the pool. I promise I'll fuck you silly tonight. Okay?" Sarah grinned and sat up. "Okay, but only if I get to fuck you silly, too." Jean pushed her chest at the girl. "That goes without saying." "Mom, do you like being naughty like this? I really do." "Yes, honey. I love being your nasty slut. It gets me going when we talk like this to each other." "Me, too! I'm really happy that you and I are alike, Mom. We can have such a good time together." They finally got themselves ready and headed for the pool, about an hour later than Sarah had told Alison she would see her there. The day was overcast and cooler than normal, and very few people were at the pool. That satisfied Jean, since she was concerned about being seen in public wearing a too-small swimsuit for her full body. Beverly was right where Sarah had said she would be-sitting in the shallow end of the pool so the water would come up to her neck and conceal her body. Her face lit up when she saw Jean walking over to greet her. "Hi Jean!! Gosh, it's so good to see you again!!" She stood up and climbed out of the pool as Jean walked over to her. "Hi Bev!! It's so good to see YOU again!! It's been so long!" They surveyed each other with Jean having the advantage because she was wearing a swim robe which helped conceal her size. They embraced and stood chatting for a minute. "Come get in the water with me, Jean. We can both sit in there without getting our hair wet." She giggled a little, then added, "At least the hair on our heads." Jean laughed as she removed her robe. "Speak for yourself, girl." Then she walked down the steps into the pool and took a seat next to her friend. They chatted and watched the girls diving and playing in the deep end of the pool. Jean invited Beverly to come and have coffee with her, so they could have an old-fashioned gossip session. Right about that time, Alison swam up and reminded her mother that they had to leave in order to keep her dental appointment, so they got their things together and prepared to leave. "Now, don't forget, Bev. I do want you to come over for coffee, just whenever you can. I'm home all the time this summer, so feel free to drop in anytime. Please call before coming, though, just to make sure I'm there." "Okay, Jean. I'll see you in a few days. And I'll call first. It's been great!" "Yes!! Be seeing you soon!! Bye, Alison!" Shortly after their departure, the three remaining people left, and Jean and Sarah were alone, except for the girl serving as the lifeguard, who was in the concession stand on the telephone, apparently talking to one of her friends. Sarah swam over to her mother and stood up next to her. Speaking in a low voice, she told Jean she wanted to do something for her. "Mom, put your tit between my legs." Jean thought she misunderstood. "What, honey?" "Put your tit between my legs." Jean looked around. "Where's Kristy?" "She's in the office on the phone. She's not looking. Go ahead." Jean pulled the top of her suit down and pushed her breast between Sarah's legs. Sarah reached down and positioned the nipple against her crotch, then clamped down with her thighs to hold it in place. In a few seconds, Jean felt a warmth on her flesh. "God, honey, are you peeing?" "Yes!" Jean's nipple grew hard as her daughter peed on her through the bikini bottom. The boldness of this was very erotic to Jean, and she was almost instantly aflame. Sarah felt the hard nipple poking into her and quickly looked over toward where the lifeguard was, still talking on the phone and paying them no mind. Sarah pulled one side of her top up and shoved her breast into her mother's face. Jean immediately opened her mouth and took the flesh into her mouth. Sucking vigorously. Sarah reached down and pulled the crotch of her bikini aside and tried to push her mother's hard nipple into herself. The nipple came in contact with her swollen clitoris, and the sensation had both a powerful and instant effect. Sarah humped wildly and was orgasming in seconds. Jean, men while, had reached down to finger herself to a powerful orgasm on the heels of her daughter's. Sarah squatted down in the water while they got their suits back in place and collected themselves. Sarah looked once more at Kristy, the lifeguard, before kissing her mother and fondling her breasts, which were once again set free when Sarah pulled the top of Jean's suit down. Jean whispered to her to finger her. "Put your fingers in me, honey. I want you to make me cum again!" "Take off your suit, Mom." "Oh, honey, I can't do that!! Not here!!" "Yes, you can. Go ahead. Take it off. Please Mom! Do it for me!" "No, honey! I can't do that here! We've already taken too much of a chance. If anyone caught us, it would be curtains for me at school. Please don't try and make me do that, honey!" "Okay. You're right, of course. That would be just TOO risky." Sarah reached under the water and pulled Jean's suit down to her waist, then reached inside and began fingering her pussy. She paused for a bit, surveying things, then had Jean move over to the stairs and sit on the corner of the second step, which brought her breasts out of the water. Sarah resumed fingering her mother while sucking on her breasts. The image was too much for Jean, who quickly began quaking through another climax. Jean slid back under the water and got her suit back into place just before the lifeguard came over to me them and announced that she was closing the pool since they were the only two left, and it was about to rain, she said. Jean and Sarah gathered their things and left, noting that the girl had no clue about what they were doing right in front of her nose. That fact excited both mother and daughter, who giggled about their clandestine behavior all the way home. End of Episode Three