Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 20:11:09 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Mothers Day Gift (lesbian / incest , f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts incest between a teenager and her mother. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2007 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Mothers Day Gift By Jan The best Mothers Day gift any girl can give her mother is her love. Emily had always worshipped her mother. She wanted to be just like her. She had no idea just how much she was like her mother. Her voice was very much like her mother's and if she could get past the difference in style of clothes and hair she might have even realized she was a copy of her mother when her mother was her age. Her mother's name was Amy Hatch. When she was her daughter's age her hair was as naturally blond as her daughter's. Both of them kept their hair just a little longer than shoulder length. More often than not they had their hair in ponytails. Amy's hair had darkened with age. Her skin had enough pigment in it to tan nicely. With age her skin had darkened just enough that she had a tan line where her swim suit protected her breasts and crotch from the sun. Emily was still a natural blond and her skin was much more sensitive to the sun. Her breasts were not as large as her mother's but they had promise. Both of them had areolas that were no larger than a quarter. Their nipples were little more than pimples. Amy's pubic hair had also darkened with age. It was much darker than the hair on her head. Vanity made it necessary to lighten her hair regularly at her hair dressers so the contrast was even more pronounced. Emily's pubic hair was still a golden blond. She had only had pubic hair a couple of years. She was just starting to discover her own sexuality. Older girls in the neighborhood had introduced her to masturbation and told her the facts of life. They had even told her the truth about why her mother had divorced her father. He had been fooling around with the wife of a neighbor until they had been caught. They had both gotten divorces and moved to another suburb but their relationship didn't last long. Her father had left the state looking for greener pastures and escape from child support. Emily had never suspected that her mother had any sexual desires because she had never let her daughter see her when she had the need for sexual release. She felt betrayed by males and women she had called her friend so she kept to herself. Just making a living for her and her daughter kept her busy. During the week she was too tired to worry about sex but weekends were different. By Saturday night she would feel the need for release. Late at night she would wake up during the night and realize her hand was between her legs. She would feel the warmth and masturbate until she had at least one climax. Sometimes she would fall back to sleep while still masturbating. She wondered if Emily was sexually active but never heard her comment about boys from school or the neighborhood. She had hopes that Emily would remain innocent as long as possible. She had no desire that her daughter get married as young as she had. She wanted her to grow up and enjoy life as long as possible before making a commitment to any man. Emily loved her mother very much. As Mothers Day approached she wanted to do something special for her. She planed a dinner for them that would include her mother's favorite specialties. Like so many girls her age anytime she got her hands on money it was spent on clothes for herself. She had no money to buy her mother anything. She could only regret that she had not set aside some money to buy her mother something nice. She did set her alarm clock to wake her up early on Sunday morning. She went down stairs and made breakfast for her mother and put it on a tray. She returned upstairs and gingerly balanced the tray while opening the bedroom door. When she entered the room she saw her sleeping mother lying on her bed with her blankets and sheet kicked to the foot of the bed. Emily saw that her mother's nightgown was gathered around her waist. She had seen her mother's naked body many times but for some reason the sight of her exposed body was titillating. Amy had masturbated herself to sleep during the night. Emily could smell a strong odor in the room that was also a turn on. She saw her mother's brown bush and some of the hairs near her pussy were stuck to the flesh. She was transfixed by the sight of her mother's sexual organ. The smell of fried eggs, toast and coffee woke Amy up from a sound sleep. She rubbed her eyes and when she saw her daughter standing there with tray in hand she sat up and pulled her body back to rest her back on the pillow she fluffed up and stuffed between her back and the headboard. Dragging her butt on the bed pulled her nightgown down enough to hide her crotch. She was not even aware that her daughter had been fascinated by the sight of her pussy. Emily wished Amy a "Happy Mother's Day" and kissed her on the cheek. Amy placed her hand on Emily's shoulder and thanked her with a peck on the cheek. Emily silently wondered around the room. She seemed hesitant to leave and not sure she wanted to stay. After her mother finished her breakfast, Emily picked up the tray and placed it on the floor by the bed. Then she sat on the bed next to her mother. She struggled with her feelings and how to tell her mother what she wanted to tell her. "Mom I don't know how to tell you what has been bothering me lately. Amy wrapped her right arm around Emily's waist and said, "What ever it is I'm sure it is not as bad as you think. What ever you have done I'm sure I have probably done far worse." Emily almost whispered as she started telling her mother her story. "I am ashamed to tell you about what I have been doing for the past few years." Amy hugged her and assured her, "I suspect I already know what you want to tell me." Emily was sure she had no idea what she was about to tell her. "It all started when I was ten years old. All of the girls in the neighborhood used to get together at one of the neighborhood homes and we would experiment with sex. We would check out each other's pussy and eventually we started sucking each other's pussy. My best friend, Beverly, and I became even closer during that time. As our group got older some of them started dating boys and we stopped having parties where we played with each other. When we did get together they were only interested in talking about boys." Amy said, "That is perfectly normal." Emily continued, "Beverly and I didn't stop sleeping with each other. When we would stay overnight with each other we continued to make love to each other. We just don't tell our friends about it anymore." Amy stroked her arm, "I have known about everything almost from the start. I just figured it was best to let you do your own thing." Emily was shocked to hear that her mother knew about what she and the girls had been doing all of these years. "How did you find out?" Amy said, "You girls were never as sneaky as you thought you were. In fact the mothers used to get together every Monday for coffee after you girls went to school. We would discuss what we had seen and which one of you was developing fastest. Mrs. Andrews went so far as to actually peek on you while you were having your parties. The rest of us just observed what was going on. When we entered the room none of you were that good at hiding what you had been doing. All of us saw enough to know just what you were doing." Emily felt like a fool. "You knew all along what we were doing?" Amy said, "Honey as I told you there is nothing you have thought of that I haven't done. I had girlfriends just like your Beverly when I was your age." It took a little time for her mother's confession to sink in. When it did Emily pressed her to explain what she was talking about. Amy was not sure how much she should tell her daughter about her youth. She kind of regretted saying anything. She finally relented. "I have to admit that I was very sexually, precocious, I was pulling down the panties of every girl I could get my hands on. By the time I was in school I had a group of girls that were willing to do anything I asked of them. We were doing everything you have been doing with your young friends. I even had a couple of affairs with some of your granny's women friends. I was doing everything possible long before I was the age you are now. That is why I had you before I was sixteen. I had to lie about my age to get married." Emily knew that her mother had her very young but never knew the whole story. She was having a hard time getting a grasp on the fact that her own mother had had sex with girls when she was even younger than she was when she started. On top of that she was admitting to having sex with women old enough to be her mother. She had been afraid to reveal her feelings for her mother for a long time. Now that she knew about her mother's past she felt empowered to pour out her feelings. "Mom, I have wanted to tell you that I have loved you for years. When I entered the bedroom this morning while you were still asleep your nightgown was up around your waist. I saw your pussy and wanted to jump on the bed and kiss it so bad that my mouth was watering." Amy got a wicked smile on her face. She simply lifted the front of her satin nightgown up around her waist and opened her legs enough to expose her pussy. She lewdly stroked her pussy with her right hand. The way she wiped her pussy the palm of her hand and fingers were pressed against her labia folding them back so that her hand was covered with the juices. She turned her hand palm up and fanned her hand in front of Emily's face. When Emily got a whiff of her mother's pussy juice her reaction was predictable. Emily's heart was pounding a mile a minute. She almost felt dizzy and her mouth was watering. She wanted to bend over and put her mouth right on her mother's pussy but she hesitated to move. Amy used both hands to pull the top of her nightgown down and exposed both breasts. They were not that much larger than Emily's but they were rounder and softer. The areolas were about the size of a quarter. The nipples were about the size of erasers on pencils. The skin was creamy with a couple of brown moles on her left breast. When Emily saw them she instinctually reached for the left breast and covered it with her hand. She rolled the nipple between her fingers. Amy ran her hand up Emily's arm, shoulder to the back of the girl's neck and she turned her head towards her own. She kissed her on the mouth with more passion than Emily ever felt from her mouth. She forced her tongue between Emily's lips. She explored the inside of her daughter's mouth with her tongue while her daughter played with her tit. Emily was breathless from the kiss. She found it very erotic to be kissed by her mother in such a manner. She felt the warmth of the breast under her hand. It was a long kiss that neither of them wanted to end but Amy's desires led her to apply pressure to the back of Emily's neck as she forced Emily's head down her own neck and over her clavicle. Emily's nose was pressed against her mother's scented cleavage. Emily buried her face between her mother's breasts and wallowed in the warm and fragrance. She turned her head to the side and ran her wet mouth and tongue over the swell of her mother's breast. She traced the outline of her mother's areola with her tongue before claiming the nipple with her mouth. Her mother stroked Emily's hair the same way she had when she was a baby suckling at her tit. Amy was so stimulated by the feeling of her daughter's mouth on her nipple that she could not resist running her left hand down between her legs. She started rubbing her bearded clam with the palm of her hand. The hair was soon covered with the juices from her pussy. Even Emily could smell her mother's pussy over the perfumed fragrance between her mother's breasts. When she moved her body so that she could turn her body so that she could put her head between her mother's legs her mother did not resist. Amy's hand on Emily's head was limp. Emily's breath on her pussy was blowing her pubic hair around. Emily reveled in the smell of her mother's pussy. She licked her mother's clam and forced her tongue between the labia. She used her tongue to stimulate her mother's clit until it was engorged with blood. She pursed up her lips to suck on the little hooded pea sized button. She felt her mother's hand on the back of her head pressing her head harder against the brown covered cunt. When Amy climaxed she went limp. Her body quivered for at least a minute that seemed like an eternity. They wallowed in their sexual bliss. Emily's chin was resting on the pubic hair. When Amy looked down she smiled because it looked like her daughter had a brown beard. She was still stroking her hair with her right hand. Amy ran her fingers through the hair and took a strong grip on it as she pulled Emily back up her body. Emily had to crawl over her mother's body until she was lying on top of her mother's body chin to chin. The kiss was even more satisfying than the first one. Amy rolled them over so that she was on top. Now it was Amy's turn to make love to her daughter. She was kissing her while she unbuttoned the front of Emily's dress. The cotton summer dress was yellow gingham. She spread the bodice and pulled the Victoria Secret bra up and over the top of her breasts. She envied her daughter's pointed breasts. Hers had looked like that when she was her age. Her areolas and nipples looked like her own. She bathed the flesh with her tongue. She not only sucked on the nipples hard she left little hickies all over the smooth flesh. It was Emily's turn to stroke her mother's hair while her mother sucked on her breasts. Amy was too impatient to undress her daughter completely. She simply pulled her dress up her curvaceous legs. The skirt was wrinkled up around her waist to expose the delicate lace of the matching panties to the bra. She sat up to admire Emily's lower body. Emily did not have nylons on. She didn't need them. She had already discarded her pumps before getting on her mother's bed. Amy ran her hands all over the front of Emily's panties. She could feel the nest of pubic hair underneath the thin material. When she cupped the crotch she could feel the warmth. Amy bent over and placed her mouth over the crotch of the panties and licked the fabric. She did not stop until the fabric was soaking wet. When her mother pulled her panties down and stuck her face into her daughter's blond pubic hair she was like a hungry dog the way she was shaking her head. She did everything short of biting Emily's pussy. When the girl climaxed she covered her mother's face with her juice. After Emily's breathing returned to normal they cuddled in each other's arms and professed their undying love for each other. Emily wished her mother "Happy Mother's Day one more time. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com