Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2019 09:28:20 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Mother Adoration (Lesbian/Incest, oral, anal, f/F Incest, oral anal, F/f This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2019 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com f you have any suggestions for a future story. Mother Adoration By Jan I can vividly remember laying on top of my mother's bed when I was about three or four and watching her getting ready to go out for a date with one of her best friends. What makes it stand out was the sight of her naked body facing me and seeing for the first time that I can remember the sight of that dark patch of hair between her legs and the sight of that scar running across her lower belly. When I inquired about the scar, she simply told me that she had an operation. I worried about what had happened but didn't ask. (I learned eventually that I had been a C-section delivery and they had to remove her womb at the same time.) My mother had grown up in Montana and joined the rodeo circuit as a barrel rider. (Women race horses around barrels for a time.) She had a crush on a cowboy on the circuit and they got married in Las Vegas when she was only 14-years-old and he was 25- years-old. I was born within a year. Mama had to quit the rodeo and return to live with her parents while my father continued riding the rodeo circuit. I was only two when he fell asleep behind the wheel of his old Ford pickup on his way to Denver, Co. and his truck off a cliff. Mama got a real-estate license and moved us to Boise Idaho because she liked the community. She was able to make us a comfortable living and still take part in my education and get in some skiing during the winter. As a child, I never questioned why Mama never remarried. I never lacked for motherly attention. But as I approached puberty, I developed a tinge of jealousy because Mama would go out for evenings with her women friends. I resented the time she spent socializing with her lady friends. I became very resentful of the time she spent with her friends. (I realize now that I was a petulant spoiled child that was rude to her friends.) I experienced my first period when I eleven and a half. Thankful to my mother's educating me it didn't upset me because I was prepared for it. I was proud that I was growing up. I wanted my relationship with my mother to become equal and be friends and allowed to accompany her on her evenings out. I felt that I was old enough that I didn't need a babysitter. Mother eventually lowed me to stay home alone while she went out with her friends. I found myself staying awake awaiting her return after a night out. I was thirteen when I felt the desire to check on my mother when I heard her enter the house after a night out. I got out of bed and made my way down the stairs and was shocked Mama on the couch with a strange woman. They were kissing while fumbling with each other's clothes. I stood there transfixed at the sight of them making love to each other. It shocked me, at the same time I was aroused by the sight of them getting naked and sucking on each other's tits and pussies. I stood there motionless while watching them. As Mama announced that she was cumming I slipped back to my room before they saw me. I couldn't help studying my mother over breakfast the next day. There was nothing in the way she behaved that was any different from any other morning. I wondered if she had been having sex with women all of my life. I couldn't help being more withdrawn for a few days. Eventually, Mother recognized that I was only responding to inquiries with single syllable responses. "Heather, is there something wrong? You have been acting strangely for a couple of days." "NOTHING" "Come on, tell me what is bothering you?" "I can't tell you." "If you don't tell me I can't help you." "I want to know how long you have been fucking women?" "What are you talking about?" "I saw what you and that strange woman were doing after you came home the other night." "Oh, my GOWD, I didn't want you to find out about me until you were old enough to understand why about lesbianism." "I was shocked to see what you were doing!" "Okay let's discuss why I am this way." She put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and returned to the table and sat in her chair. As she picked up her warm coffee cup with both hands she said, "When I joined the rodeo circuit, I was living on the road with an older woman that was my lover, and I was only fourteen when I allowed your father to fuck me. When I became pregnant with you, I married him and returned home to raise you. When your father died, I got in touch with the woman you called Aunt Jane. I moved to Boise to be with her. She supported me while I went to school. She even looked after you as another mother." I remembered Aunt Jane fondly and remembered that I was upset when we moved into our own home. I never knew what had happened between Mama and Jane. "Jane became very possessive of both of us. She didn't want me seeing other women and suspicions any time I was showing women property. What brought our relationship to an end was when she wanted to bring you into our bed and introduce you to sex." "Why didn't you want to allow me to learn about sex?" "Honey, society doesn't approve of my life choice and I hoped that you would grow up and fall in love with a nice guy, get married and have children." "I have to admit that watching you making love to that strange woman shocked me, but it also turned me on." At that point, I raised up and whipped my panties down and sat on the dining table and finished pulling my panties free of my feet. I spread my legs and pointed at my pussy. "If you like to lick pussy, what's wrong with mine?" Mama almost cried, "Honey, you don't know how hard it has been to see you parading around the house naked to keep from jumping you." "Well I have been thinking of nothing else for days now, so why don't you show me how to make love to you?" I still had my finger pressed against the top of my crack forcing my little clit to pop out. Mama came around the table and sat in my chair and placed her hands on both of my inner thighs. The touch of her hands sent a muscular reaction like an electrical shock. She started licking my inner thighs and kissing them. As she switched from one leg to the other. She was working closer to my puss. Why don't you lick my pussy?" Mama looked up, "If you move your hand, I will!" I giggled and removed my hand. Mama smiled and blew a puff of air on my pubic bush. It thrilled me. Se started licking my pussy and spreading my labia with her tongue. She was doing amazing things with her tongue. She was moving her head up and down the valley between my legs. She was capturing my little flap of flesh covering my clit and sucking it into her mouth. She even placed her hands under my butt and lifted my ass off the table so that she could lick my asshole. I found myself placing my hand on top of her head and smashing her face against my cunt as I cried out, "Mama, I'm cumming!" I sprawled out on the table like a dad person. It took me a little time to recover. Mother had to help me sit up and get off the table. When I was standing there was a long period where we clung to each other. I kissed Mama and felt excited to smell and taste my own pussy juices smeared all over my mother's face. "Honey, why don't we return to my bedroom to continue this discussion?" I continued to keep my left arm around her waist as she guided me to her bedroom with her right arm. When we were in her room there was no need to close the door, she wasn't trying to hide anything anymore. I helped her remove her clothes. I had always admired her naked body, but now I was about to make love to her. She still had the figure of a young athlete. I could see her being able to ride a quarter horse in a barrel race. She had a narrow waist and wide hips and fills out blue jeans nicely. Her shoulders are not as wide as her hips but her breasts are large and don't need the support of a bra. Seeing her naked was a new experience because I was about to do to her what I had seen that stranger doing to her. Mama seemed to be just as excited about getting me out of my clothes. When we had her out of her clothes, she turned her attention to shedding mine. When Mama finished getting me out of my clothes, she held me at arm's length to admire the development of my body. My breasts were not quite a C size yet and they were a puffy pear shape the reload were like little beasts on top of my round creamy breasts. I was just starting to develop a waistline. I did have a round butt though. I was just growing into my long legs. But this was my turn to explore my mother's body. I pushed her backward until she sat on her bed. I knelt on the carpet and parted her legs to inspect her pussy. I had always admired it but had never seen what it would look like with the labia parted. I got a lump in my throat at the prospect of getting to see what her pussy looked like. I had always wondered if our pussies looked alike. When I parted her labia, I studied her pussy very carefully. The only noticeable difference between our pussies was that her clitoris was bigger than mine. I assumed mine would get larger with age. I sucked her clit between my lips and made slobbering sucking sounds as her clit vibrated between my lips. Mother demonstrated her appreciation by gently pulling my head against her pussy and telling me to suck her clit harder. When Mama had an orgasm, she clamped her thighs around my head and almost smothering me. We eventually lay next to each other and quietly talked about how much we loved each other. Slowly we placed a hand on each other's pussy and started masturbating each other. I had no memory of her breastfeeding me as a baby, and I wondered what her tits would feel and taste like. I rolled over and moved down to be able to take a nipple into my mouth. Mama stroked my hair and even softly sang some nursery songs that did seem familiar. We spend the Saturday enjoying the closeness of each other. I never felt closer to her that at that moment. Now that I was sleeping with my mother, I didn't feel jealous of other women. I even became friends with her close friends. When Mama started taking me to parties the women welcomed me into the lesbian community with open arms and legs. We even got in touch with Jane and I got to renew my relationship with her. I got to have sleepovers with her. Jane turned out to be an insatiable lover. 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