Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2021 17:41:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Shannon Christophe Subject: Parenthetical (Lesbian Mother/Daughter Incest) "I wish there were ads on the page" said no one ever. Keep Nifty online and ad-free. Donate today! Melody came bopping down the stairs, heading to the garage. Her light red hair was bound in a ponytail, which swooped left and right as she bounced. She glanced into her mom's room as she passed. Jen was sitting on the bed with her cell phone in her hand and several folders open in front of her. Another business call. She was a tax attorney for a multinational corporation, and a recent merger plan had her working 80-hour weeks. A late Saturday morning call with her boss qualified as an easy work day lately. She'd evidently taken a shower before the call, because she was wearing her bathrobe. Her thick red hair had dried into the messy waves that appeared without attention from a brush and curling iron. Melody waved to her mom with a huge sweep of her arms, leading to a cute curtsey. (Good morning, Mother-unit. I am thrilled to be in your presence.) Jen rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow. (Weirdo. Where are you headed?) Melody pointed towards the garage, then mimed sorting objects and carrying a sack. (I'm going to take the recycling out.) Her mom held up a finger and pointed vaguely towards the kitchen. She mimed tilting a bottle to her lips. (Before you do that, can you bring me a drink?) Melody shook her finger at Jen and pointed to a non-existent watch on her wrist. (What have I told you about day drinking?) Jen shook a fist at the teenager. (Vexing child.) Melody bowed. (I live to serve.) The young girl got a bottle of water out if the fridge and delivered it to Melody with another deep bow. (I have fulfilled your wishes, O Queen.) Jen kicked a foot towards her daughter. (Smartass.) She raised the bottle and nodded. (Thank you.) Melody threw both arms in the air and did a little dance. (I did a thing! I am the greatest daughter ever!) Jen shook her head. (You're an idiot.) She pursed her lips and sent an air kiss to the teen. (Love you anyway.) Melody threw her arms open. (Hugz.) Jen shook her head. (Not now.) Melody frowned and emphasized her spread arms. (Hugz!) Jen shooed her hand at the girl. (Later.) Melody stamped her foot and shook her arms. (HUGZ!) Jen rolled her eyes and stood up. She beckoned her daughter closer. (Fine. Make it fast.) Melody broke into an excited grin. (Yippee!) She rushed forward and threw her arms around her mother, nestling her head under her chin and squeezing her hard. (Love!) Jen kissed the top of her girl's head and started to move. (Love. But back to work.) Melody stepped back with a quizzical look on her face. Jen cocked her head. (What?) Melody pointed at Jen's chest, cupped her own breasts, then made an expanding circle with her fingers. (Have your boobs gotten bigger?) Jen looked confused. (What? No.) Melody drew her eyebrows together. (Are you sure?) Jen looked at her like she was nuts. (Yes, I'm sure.) Melody looked skeptical and made the expanding circle again. (`Cause it felt like they were bigger.) Jen threw her free arm into the air in exasperation. (MY TITS HAVEN'T GOTTEN BIGGER! GO AWAY!) The teen stepped forward and reached for the knot in the robe's belt. She nodded. (I'm gonna check.) The older woman put her hand over her face and shook her head. She looked at her daughter and rolled her eyes again, but nodded. (Oh good lord. If it'll get you out of here faster, fine. Go ahead.) Melody untied the knot and spread the thick robe open, exposing Jen's front. Her large breasts were capped with pale nipples. Those, along with her narrow waist and wider hips, gave her an enviable hourglass figure. Her red pubic hair was a fiery contrast to her milky white skin. Melody cupped both of her mother's breasts to feel their weight, peering critically at them. She shook them gently, pressed them together, and monitored their sway. She stood up and shrugged a shoulder. (I guess they haven't gotten bigger after all.) Jen just looked at her. (Duh.) The teen gave a silent whistle and fanned her face. (Whoa. Hot mama comin' through!) Jen rolled her eyes. (You're ridiculous.) Melody ran her hands up and down her body, rolling her shoulders. (Work it, girl!) Her mother pointed to the ends of the belt. (Shut up and retie this, please.) The teen stepped forward, reaching out towards the belt, but at the last second, she grabbed Jen's hips instead. She gave her mom a disappointed look. (Aw. Don't be that way, baby.) Jen slapped at the hand on her hip. (Quit fucking around.) Melody gave Jen a come hither look. (I can treat you right, sugar.) Her mom pointed to the phone. (This is important. Stop.) The teen licked her lips and started to lean closer, waggling an eyebrow. She nodded towards Melody's chest, then met her eyes again with a sly smile. (Gimme a tit, lady.) The older woman looked at her daughter in exasperation. (Seriously? You want to do this now? I'm working.) Melody squeezed Jen's hips. (It'll feel good, I promise.) The older woman shook her head slowly. She held a finger to her lips, then lifted one of her breasts. (You're nuts. Here. But be quiet.) Her daughter winked at her and bent down. She started gently running her tongue in circles around Jen's nipple. Jen inhaled sharply, and Melody nodded without breaking contact. (Told you.) Jen squeezed her breast as her daughter licked. (Yes, yes. Keep going.) Her nipple swelled up under the younger girl's tongue. Melody sucked on her mother's tit, drawing the nipple into her mouth. She gently took it between her teeth and flicked her tongue over it. She drew back and kissed the hard little nub, then looked a question at Jen. (More?) Her mother moved Melody's hands from her hips to her breasts. (God yes.) The teen went to work on both breasts, licking, sucking, pinching, squeezing. (I love your tits.) Jen stroked her daughter's head. (Feels so good, baby girl.) Eventually, Melody placed a final kiss deep in her mother's cleavage, squeezed her breasts again, and stood up. She smiled at Jen. (That was nice.) Jen nodded. Her nipples were still buzzing. She blew a kiss to the younger girl. (It was. Thank you.) The teen held up a finger with a look of inspiration on her face. (But wait! There's more!) She pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing a lacy green bra. Melody's breasts were as pale, but not nearly as big as her mom's DDs. She had no complaints about her B-cups, though. She unhooked the bra and let it fall, then grasped one of her boobs and one of her mom's. She leaned closer and started rubbing their nipples together until hers was just as hard as her mother's. She closed her eyes. (Oh yeah.) The younger girl opened her eyes and stood up straight. She lifted her breast and strained to reach her taut nipple with her tongue. It was juuuuust out of reach, and she looked at her mom imploringly. (Please?) Jen shook her head slightly and pointed to the phone. (I can't, sweetheart. Sorry.) Melody stuck her tongue out and flicked her stiff nipple with a finger a couple of times. (Just a lick. Real fast. Please, Mom?) The older redhead held up a finger. (Hold on.) She beckoned her daughter closer. When there was a break in the conversation, she stretched out her neck and wrapped her lips around the teen's tit, sucking in damn near half of it. Her tongue flicked rapidly across Melody's nipple, and the younger girl gasped in pleasure. Jen pulled away after a few seconds, but reached up and pinched her daughter's nipple, tugging slightly. She gave Melody a smile and a nod. (Enough for now?) Melody shrugged. (It's never enough, but I understand.) Then she did her `wait there's more' act again. With an impish grin, she took the older woman by the shoulders and slowly pushed her back. Jen was already standing next to the bed, so all she could do was sit down. The teen knelt down and pushed Jen's legs apart. Jen raised a hand. (Don't you dare.) Melody smiled a small smile. (Relax.) She leaned forward and cupped her breast. With her other hand, she spread her mother's pussy lips apart, then rubbed her still erect nipple up and down on the older redhead's clit. Jen's eyes rolled up and she fell backwards. It was a struggle to follow the conversation with her boss right then, but somehow she managed. Melody kept stroking until her nipple was soaked with her mom's juices. She lifted her head, catching Jen's eyes. The teen looked down at her breast, then looked back at Jen, making a sad frown. (I wish I could reach. I want to taste your pussy on my tit.) Jen laid her hand against her daughter's cheek. (Be patient. I think you still have some filling out to do.) Melody smiled. (I hope so.) Then she pushed Jen's legs apart. (Until then...) She pressed her face into her mother's cunt, lapping up the musky sweetness of her and teasing her clit. Jen concentrated on her breathing as the teenager went down on her. She didn't want to start panting on a conference call. Fortunately, there was a side discussion going on that didn't require her input. She pushed her hips up, grinding her pussy into Melody's face. (Oh god eat me!) Her thighs clamped around the teen's head and she bit her knuckle as she silently rode out a huge orgasm. Melody kissed the older woman's clit once more, then pushed herself up so Jen could close her legs. Her face was wet and shiny, and she wiped at it with a cat-and-canary grin. (Yeah, baby. That's what I'm talkin' about.) Jen flipped her off with a grin. (Little bitch. You're going to get me fired.) Then she stretched contentedly. (That was wonderful, though.) Melody stepped away out of Jen's sight for a moment. She heard fabric rustling, then her daughter returned and started crawling forward, over the older woman's body. Now she was completely naked, and she made plenty of skin to skin contact along the way. Jen watched her daughter's breasts and hips sway back and forth and smiled. (God you're sexy.) The younger woman rose up when she reached Jen's breasts, planting her knees on either side of her ribs. She kept her pussy trimmed in a light red landing strip, and Jen could see that her lips were swollen with arousal. Melody stared down at her mother, then reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her cunt, slowly pumping in and out. She flashed a wicked grin. (See what you're missing?) Jen pouted. (I know. It sucks.) She jerked her chin up. (Get closer.) Melody scooted forward until she was kneeling directly over her mom's face. Jen liked watching her finger fuck herself, and she made sure it was slow and wet and messy. The older woman may not be able to eat her out in return right this minute, but she could at least enjoy the show. She lowered down and pulled back up, teasing Jen. (You want to taste your daughter's cunt? Oh too bad, you have to work.) Jen reached up and dipped her own finger into her daughter's pussy. She waited until an opportune moment, then stuck it into her mouth and tasted Melody's own sweet nectar. She licked her lips. (You taste so good.) She went back again, getting her finger slicked up, then positioned it on her daughter's tight asshole. (Can I come in?) Melody reached back and spread her cheeks. Jen's finger slipped inside her easily, and she bit her lip. (Oh god that feels good.) She began masturbating again, feeling her mother's finger stroking in and out on the other side of the thin wall. It was amazing. At last, Melody gave a great big shudder as she orgasmed. She looked at her mother below her and winked. (I enjoyed that. Did you?) She backed off of the bed, leaving little kisses all down Jen's body. (Marking my places for later.) When she was standing again, she helped Jen up. As Melody started to pick up her clothes, Jen shrugged off her robe. Now they were both completely naked. The older woman reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. The teen watched curiously. (What are you doing?) Jen removed a strap-on harness with a big dildo loaded into it. She tilted her head and trapped the phone with her shoulder, freeing her hands. She stepped into the harness and pulled it up, adjusting the straps. Melody's eyes were wide. (Wow!) The older redhead gave a last adjustment to her harness and held her phone again. "Okay. Sounds good. See you on Monday," she said. She ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. Jen turned back to her daughter, leering at her naked body. She looked at the girl's nicely-shaped breasts, her hard pale nipples, the slight curve of her hips, the rounding of her ass, and the thin red strip marking her lovely cunt. She slowly stroked the dildo. (Oh look. My very own fuck puppet.) Melody gasped. (YAY!) If you enjoyed this story, let me know! I love hearing from readers. shannon.christophe@yahoo.com