Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2019 22:38:42 -0800 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Rachel & Abigail - Part 1 Author's note: This is a mother/daughter story, the basic plot of which was pitched to me by a fan. You know who you are, so thanks. :) RACHEL & ABIGAIL Part 1 Rachel had a picture-perfect life. At least that's how it appeared to everyone. She had a beautiful house and a beautiful family. Her husband was the pastor of the local community church, and they had a beautiful daughter, Abigail. Their life was very orderly and proper and they were well-liked by all their friends. Rachel herself was quite beautiful as well, and was often complimented as such. Being the pastor's wife, she made a point of presenting herself well, which wasn't hard to do. At 37, she was 5'6", 125 pounds, and had beautiful sandy blond hair that she styled frequently. She felt lucky to have had her daughter young at only 22, as her body bounced back fairly quickly. There were many women in their congregation who recently had children and their bodies weren't quite as elastic as Rachel's had been. Her husband James was quite handsome as well and Rachel felt lucky to have snagged him while they were still in high school. Even now she still caught other women (even married women) borderline-flirting with him. As if Rachel and James weren't a perfect enough couple, their daughter Abigail put them over the top in many people's eyes. Abigail was simply a model in every way. At fifteen, she was polite, proper, obedient, a straight-A student, and an active member in the church community. She was 5'2" and 100 lbs with perfectly soft blonde hair and had a smile that simply melted people. Naturally, Rachel was worried about Abigail being pestered by boys as much as she was when she was that age, so Abigail agreed to wear a purity ring - as much to ward off unwanted advances as a religious statement. Yes, Rachel seemed to have it all. But she knew deep down that wasn't the whole story. Sure, most of her life was pretty good, but there was one thing that kept nagging away at her. A feeling that something was missing. She'd been feeling it for a couple years now. How many, she couldn't quite recall, but on some level it felt like it had always been there in the background, just lingering. She knew what it was, vaguely. A sense of excitement, of passion. More specifically, if she really wanted to press herself on the point, it was an unmet sexual need. She loved her husband, there was no question about that. He was kind and provided for them, even if he could be a bit hard-lined at times. At first, Rachel even liked the hard-lined stance, equating it with righteousness. But lately she'd begun to question how righteous it all was. Some of it she felt was just a bit silly and petty. But still, she went along with it. But the bigger issue was the lack of that spark that she had been yearning for for some time now. In the beginning it was there. Through their courtship, marriage, and honeymoon. And even after Abigail was born, that spark went on for a few years as they had sex fairly regularly. But if Rachel pressed herself, she realized that even the sex was a bit lacking. Every time she suggested they try something different, James was always opposed to it. He was very traditional in that regard. So she settled for standard missionary-style sex which rarely produced an orgasm for her, and usually led to Rachel finishing herself off after James fell asleep. Not that she minded that much - her solo orgasms were almost always better than the ones she had with James. Lately, however, even the standard missionary-style sex had been less and less frequent. For a while it was once a week, then it became once every other week, and now she was lucky if they did it once a month. She wasn't sure what changed, but just figured that this is what happened to couples after several years of marriage. She didn't know if this was a common thing or not - it's not like she could bring up the subject with any of the women she knew. That just wasn't something a pastor's wife did. Rachel knew, though, that she didn't really need James to make herself feel good. So she resorted to her default method of pleasure, masturbation. And oh, did she masturbate! For almost a year now, she did it practically every day, and lately she'd managed to slip it in twice a day a few times. What was exciting for Rachel about masturbating was that she was so unorthodox about it. Not that she masturbated in different ways so much, although she did get creative a few times - the unorthodox part was what she thought about. Nine times out of ten when she masturbated, she thought about other women. She didn't know when it started, exactly, but she did remember having these thoughts even back when she was a teenager. She remembered looking at other girls in her high school classes and wondering what they looked like with very little or no clothes on, and she remembered how arousing those thoughts had been. She, of course, never mentioned these thoughts to anyone because of her very strict, very conservative family and upbringing. One simply didn't talk about such things. And of course there was her older brother's stash of porno magazines that she happened across and kept returning back to. They had been a revelation. Beautiful naked women, posing seductively and displaying themselves for her hungry eyes. But more than that, there were photo shoots of two women together - kissing, touching, licking, and penetrating each other. She didn't even know such things could happen! Rachel will never forget the first photo shoot she encountered with two women. They were young, in their early to mid-twenties, both brunette, both with gorgeous figures. The first shot of them kissing sent a direct jolt of electricity straight between her legs. And it wasn't a mouths-wide-open, tongue-flicking kiss either - it was a full lip-lock, and their eyes were closed softly, looking like they were truly enjoying themselves. She couldn't help shoving her balled-up fist between her legs to alleviate the building ache. And then, two turns of the page later, she never forgot the shot of one of them leaning back on the couch, her legs spread wide, while the other had her face between the first girl's legs, her tongue pressed to the girl's slick pussy. The girl leaning back had her back arched, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in an O shape. Rachel could only imagine what being licked like that felt like, and she thought the way the girl looked in that picture gave her a pretty good idea. Her fist pressed harder between her legs and before she realized what was happening, her hips were bucking and jerking against her hand, and a feeling was building within her. She kept staring at that tongue pressed to the pussy, and then the girl's expression, and suddenly everything crashed down upon her and her body broke into shuddering convulsions. It was her first orgasm. As mad as she got at her brother over the years, she never once considered telling her parents about those magazines he had. Because she knew if they found out, those magazines would be in the trash or burned to dust, and then Rachel would never get to look at them again. As far as she knows, her brother never even found out that she knew about them. But then along came James. He was so charming and insistent on taking up every bit of her free time to court her, she couldn't help but feel flattered. And so her thoughts drifted further and further from the things women could do to each other and more toward accepting her life with a man. It was just what people did, she told herself. Only those thoughts about other women never really went away. She couldn't remember specifically when they returned with good regularity, but it didn't matter. If James wanted to distance himself from her, she would occupy her mind with more thrilling ideas. And she did. Sometimes when she masturbated, she thought about two women that she knew - usually the more attractive ones in her congregation - but most often she thought about a woman doing things to her. Sometimes it was a woman she knew, other times it was a faceless mystery woman. But no matter who she thought about, the idea of two women having sex was thrilling enough to her to bring her to climactic heights that far surpassed anything she experienced with James. Rachel wasn't sure if it was the taboo aspect of it that thrilled her, or if she was genuinely aroused by women more than she was by men. She tried not to think too deeply about it, though. It was best to just ride the wave and enjoy herself with her fantasies. But there was perhaps one byproduct of all this that was a bit troubling to her. All this thinking about women and masturbating to thoughts of them having sex every single day was causing her mind to wander even when she wasn't alone in her bedroom. Even at church, looking at all the faces in the crowd, she would find herself lingering on a pretty woman, imagining her kissing another woman, perhaps naked, and she would get a wonderful thrill. And it wasn't always a woman, either. Sometimes her eyes paused on teenage girls - especially if they were very pretty - and imagined them doing things either to other teenagers or to older women. She felt a bit guilty about this - fantasizing about girls so young - but it wasn't exactly something she could control very well. And that wasn't all. The worst of it was that she even, God help her, caught herself thinking this way about her own daughter. She knew, subjectively and objectively, that Abigail was beautiful. She'd known it all her life, even when she was a baby. But around the time Abigail approached puberty, something else began to happen. Rachel remembers it clearly. Abigail was twelve years old and it was Easter Sunday. Abigail had gotten her period just a couple months earlier and her breasts were now starting to become visible. Rachel had bought a nice flowery dress for her to wear with a large pink ribbon sash around her middle. She helped Abigail with her hair, curling it at the ends, and topping it off with a white carnation above her ear. She looked like something right out of the 1950s. When Rachel stepped back to look at her daughter, she gasped. Abigail, of course, beamed out of flattery, but Rachel's gasp had a deeper meaning. Abigail was, of course, the most beautiful creature Rachel had ever seen, but with the pink sash hugging her hips just so and Abigail's breasts just starting to push her dress outward, Rachel saw her for the first time not as a girl, but as an emerging woman. A woman who would only grow to be more and more beautiful, and who would begin to have urges just like Rachel - sexual urges. Rachel couldn't help thinking about her own very first sexual urges and that they had very clearly been directed toward women. For a fleeting moment in Rachel's mind, Abigail could have been one of the girls in her classes all those years ago who she pictured naked and got wonderfully aroused by. It was a powerful moment, and it affected Rachel deeply. But it passed, just like all moments do, and Abigail became her daughter once again. Her daughter who she was so proud of and wanted to nurture and care for and watch grow up. But that was itself part of the problem - Abigail grew up. And the more she grew, the more she resembled a woman, and the more she reminded Rachel of all the pretty girls in her class - the very first objects of sexual desire she had. This wasn't right, she kept telling herself. This is my daughter! My beautiful little Abigail! How could I think of her this way?! But no matter how ashamed she was of her thoughts, they kept coming back, and only got stronger and stronger the older and more beautiful Abigail became. It also didn't help that Abigail was everything that Rachel wished she could be in high school. Abigail was a straight-A student, sweet-natured and affable, and involved with the community. Rachel loved her daughter dearly for possessing those qualities and she felt that it only brought them closer together. Rachel and Abigail were close. Very close, in fact, which made all these secret feelings Rachel was having even more difficult. But having lived with them for three years now, Rachel was pretty good at hiding, or at least controlling them. She wanted her daughter to feel close to her and knew that if anything got in the way of that, it would be devastating. Since James had been more involved in the church lately, Rachel and Abigail did more things together, working on community projects, and just talking about life and Abigail's hopes and dreams. They also talked about their growing distance from James as well, since they were both feeling it. Every time Rachel saw another woman talking with her husband in a flirtatious manner, she started to suspect something was up, but she really didn't have any proof other than that. James was always home every night, and he always seemed to have an alibi if he was out late. It was always a church project or something to that effect. The congregation was, in fact, growing pretty steadily, so there was that too. Rachel simply couldn't go on anything more than suspicions. So Rachel focused on spending time with her daughter. They enjoyed each other's company, and always had a great time together. Except that now something was a little off. It was summer and Abigail had been gone for a week at a youth camp - a time during which Rachel felt particularly lonely, but she knew it would be good for her daughter. Abigail had come home yesterday and seemed to be in pretty good spirits, but Rachel could tell something was just slightly off, like something was bothering Abigail. At dinner last night, Abigail had been unusually quiet, and Rachel asked her if something was up. She assured Rachel that everything was fine, so Rachel dropped it. But Rachel knew her daughter better than that. Something was definitely up. She toyed with the idea of mentioning it to James, but with the way he had been behaving lately, figured he would just brush it off. So she said nothing. Now it was the next morning and James had just gone off to the church, to help construct a new space for the church band to play. Rachel and Abigail were about to go their separate ways to do their household chores, when Abigail spoke up. "Hey, mom?" she said. "Yes, honey?" Rachel said, hoping this would be addressing what she was concerned about. "So... you're not crazy," Abigail said. "I'm not?" Rachel asked, her eyebrows rising. "What do you mean?" "Well, last night at dinner, you asked if something was wrong," Abigail said. "And... I said no... but that's because dad was there." "Oh sweetie," Rachel said, her shoulders slumping. "What is it? You know you can talk to me." "I know," Abigail said. "Can we... sit down?" "Of course," Rachel said. They sat down at the table and Abigail looked down, fidgeting with her hands. "What is it, sweetie? Did something happen at youth camp?" Rachel asked. Abigail bit her lip and sighed. "Well, yes," she said. "And it's... kind of difficult to talk about." Immediately, Rachel became alarmed. "Sweetie, did someone hurt you?" Abigail looked up quickly. "No! No, definitely nothing like that." Rachel sighed with relief. "Well then what is it? Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise." Abigail looked around the room. "Well, it's something that... that I don't think I could tell just anyone. Like dad, for instance. He would definitely get upset." Concern crossed Rachel's face. "Honey, just go ahead and tell me," she said as kindly as possible. Abigail took a deep breath. "Well, it was the last night we were there... and... and everyone had gone to sleep." Rachel listened intently. Abigail continued. "And... I can't remember if I woke up to it or if I never really fell asleep in the first place, but... I... I started to hear some whispering in one of the other beds across from mine." Rachel's brows furrowed. She refrained from making any comments, wanting her daughter to get this out. "I... I couldn't tell who it was, but I think... I think it kinda sounded like Angeline and this other girl Rebecca. But... but I can't be sure," Abigail said. Then she paused and took another deep breath. "I... I was about to fall back asleep when I started to hear someone moving around in bed. It was... the same bed I heard the whispering from," Abigail said. "And then, I heard... I heard something that sounded like... like kissing." A jolt instantly hit Rachel in the chest. It was shock, but it was also deep, powerful arousal. This was something she'd fantasized about many, many times. But things like that didn't actually HAPPEN, did they?? Two teenage girls, late at night at camp, crawling into bed together and making out... oh God, Rachel's body practically shuddered with arousal. Rachel swallowed hard. But maybe Abigail misheard. She cleared her throat. "Are you... are you sure it was kissing?" she asked. Abigail looked up at her and nodded. It wasn't a slow, uncertain movement of the head, it was a confident nod. She knew what she heard. "And that wasn't all," Abigail said. Rachel braced herself, her heart thumping heavier in her chest. "There was," Abigail continued, "more movement. The sheets were moving all around the bed. And there were more kissing sounds. And then, like, deep breaths, like sighing, and even a couple of, like, gasps of surprise like this." Abigail then gasped sharply a few times, mimicking what she heard for her mother. There was no mistaking it. Those were clear gasps of arousal, and Rachel had to do her absolute best to suppress the swirl of emotions she was feeling at hearing her own beautiful daughter make such sounds. It was far more difficult than it seemed. But Abigail clearly felt that she could confide to her mother about this, so Rachel had to do her best. Rachel swallowed hard and took another deep breath. "How did," Rachel began, having to pause to swallow again, "how did that make you feel, hearing all that?" she asked. Abigail was quiet for a second as she looked down at the table. "I don't know," she said finally. "I was... surprised, I guess. I didn't... I didn't really know what they were doing, and it made me... it made me feel..." She trailed off, searching for the right words. Then her brow twisted up and her lip started to tremble, looking like she might burst into tears at any second. "I don't know! I'm just so confused!!" she wailed, on the verge of tears. "Honey, honey, honey," Rachel soothed, getting up and sitting right next to her daughter, putting her arm around her and rubbing her shoulders. "It's okay. It's okay not to know what to feel." Abigail huffed, her lip quivering, but she never quite broke down. Rachel just held her, soothing her, until she regained her composure. When Abigail's breathing returned to normal, Rachel decided she would try to talk to her again. "You know what they were doing, don't you?" Rachel said. She knew her daughter wasn't an idiot. "I... I think so," Abigail said, fighting to keep herself calm. Rachel thought it was best to just come right out and say it. "It's okay, you can say it. They were having sex." "But... they're both GIRLS!" Abigail said, as if this still didn't make any sense. "I know," Rachel said. "But two girls can have sex too." Abigail seemed more confused than ever. "How? I mean... but... but isn't that a sin??" she asked. Rachel pursed her lips. "Well, that depends. Technically the Bible doesn't say anything about a woman lying with another woman. So, no. I wouldn't say it's a sin." Abigail was quiet for many seconds, clearly pondering this. Rachel knew her daughter knew the Bible, as she served as a youth counselor for younger kids. She decided to push her daughter a little further. "What do you think?" Rachel asked. "Do you think it's a sin?" Abigail was quiet again. When she spoke, her voice was noticeably calmer. "I... I don't know. I mean... I thought about that too... what you just said. But I didn't know if... if other people thought that way too." "That's because lots of people read into the Bible what they want to read," Rachel said. "They try to impose their values on other people by justifying it biblically, even though the Bible doesn't say what they think it does." Abigail took a deep breath. "I... I know," she said. "And technically," Rachel went on, "that bit about a man lying with another man can be read a lot of different ways, if you look into the history of it." "Really?" Abigail said, raising her eyebrows. Rachel smiled. "Yep. But that's a topic for another time. Let's get back to you. I want to make sure you're okay." Abigail took a deep breath. "I'm okay," she said. Rachel smiled. "It doesn't bother you? What those girls did?" "No..." Abigail said, "...I mean, not like... well, I mean... I dunno, it was just so confusing, and it made me feel... I just... I dunno, I got this weird, kind of funny-like... I dunno, it's hard to explain." Rachel could tell her daughter was still very conflicted so she decided not to push the topic too far. Although the little fragments Abigail was hinting at certainly piqued Rachel's curiosity. "It's okay, you don't have to explain anything," Rachel said, giving her daughter a squeeze. "I love you dearly, you know that, right?" she said. Abigail nodded. "I know," she said. "And I know you have a kind and loving heart," Rachel said. Abigail smiled. "Thanks, mom," she said. "Thanks for everything." "You're very welcome, sweetie," Rachel said, kissing her daughter on the forehead. "You know you can talk to me anytime about anything, right?" Abigail nodded. There was clear relief in her face. ********************************************** Rachel was glad Abigail came to her. She felt like it brought them even closer together. From that point on, for the rest of the day and the next, she caught glances from her daughter that were warm, loving, and beautiful. Like they understood each other. And almost like they shared a secret that no one else would understand. As far as Rachel was concerned, they did. And what a secret! It was certainly one Rachel couldn't stop thinking about. The idea of two teenage girls at a youth camp sneaking into the same bed together late at night to kiss, touch, and pleasure each other... to have sex... Wow! It drove her absolutely wild every time she thought about it. And Abigail had even mentioned names. Rachel knew who Angeline was. She was Abigail's age - cute, with long, light brown hair and bright, sparkling eyes. She didn't look like the type of girl who would be into something like that, but who knows? Maybe that Rebecca girl talked her into it. Rachel was sure going to pay attention to any girls she met named Rebecca so that she would have faces to put to these girls when she fantasized about them late at night. But above all that, Rachel was surprised at discovering a totally new side of her daughter. They hadn't really talked about sex much - at least not in any significant detail. Of course, Rachel had explained menstruation to her daughter when she was younger, and that it meant she was able to have children. She knew that Abigail knew that sex was involved with having children, but they hadn't really talked about any specifics. She was pretty sure Abigail would be able to figure it out on her own. But now, this was the first time they had explicitly talked about it. And it had been between two girls! Rachel couldn't stop thinking about Abigail's reaction when she asked her whether what those girls did bothered her. Far from indicating it had bothered her, Abigail seemed to hint at the possibility that she might have even been curious about it. In fact, it was entirely possible that Abigail might have even been aroused by it! The thought was something Rachel simply couldn't shake. Today Abigail had gone off to teach one of her youth classes while Rachel was home tidying up the house. She checked her calendar and saw that today was laundry day. Rachel decided to do all the big stuff first, which meant all the bedsheets. After she pulled all the sheets off of hers and James's bed, she went into Abigail's room and pulled the sheets off her bed. As she did so, her brow furrowed as something caught her eye. There was a small stain on her daughter's sheets. Rachel dropped the pile of sheets and bent down to look closer. She pressed her finger to the stain and it came away damp. Her heart jumped in her chest as she realized this was about the spot on the bed where her daughter's hips would be. There was an easy explanation for this stain, and it caused Rachel's entire body to heat up with arousal. Rachel knew that sometimes when she masturbated, she could get very wet down there. And a small handful of times - especially when her fantasies had been particularly arousing - she noticed that a small trickle of fluids could seep out of her right at the moment of climax. It didn't happen all the time, but she did notice a correlation between the fluid and the strength of her orgasm. Could it be...? Could her beautiful daughter Abigail have had an orgasm right here in her bed? It was certainly the first indication of it Rachel had ever seen. And it was strange that it had occurred not even two days after Abigail had confessed to hearing two girls have sex in the bed across from her at youth camp. It wasn't exactly proof, but it was pretty powerful evidence! Rachel couldn't help herself. She bent down low, hovering her nose right over the small damp spot. She inhaled. There wasn't particularly a heavy aroma about it, but neither had there been on the small handful of times it had happened to her. She tried not to get too carried away. It could have been water. But it was curious that it was right in the center of Abigail's bed, right where her hips would be if she was lying down. Still, that didn't necessarily mean anything. But Rachel couldn't help her mind from wandering - picturing her beautiful blond daughter lying in bed, rubbing herself, thinking about two girls having sex, and having an explosive, wet orgasm. Oh God, Rachel thought, her body shuddering with arousal. This was too much. Gathering her composure, she pulled the rest of the sheets from her daughter's bed and threw them in the wash. Even as she worked around the rest of the house, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen on her daughter's sheets. And then as she was switching the sheets over to the dryer and about to start the next load, it hit her. It was obvious. If she wanted to confirm whether that spot was water or not, there was an easy way to tell. Her heart pounding, Rachel went over to her daughter's dirty laundry basket and opened the lid. This felt like snooping. But she was going to do the laundry anyway, so she probably would have found out whether she snooped or not. At least that's what she told herself. She moved her daughter's nightgown slightly to the side, and there they were. A pair of her daughter's panties. She'd washed and handled her daughter's underwear countless times before, but this time it felt different. This time she had a different reason for touching them. This time she wanted to do some inspecting. Her heart pounding like crazy, she carefully bent down and picked up her daughter's panties. Immediately, she could tell they were damp. And just as quickly, her knees went weak and her own pussy ached with arousal. She spread her daughter's panties apart and clearly noticed a wet stain at the crotch, and extending all the way down to the lower part of the butt. She pictured her daughter on her back, rubbing herself, cumming, the fluid seeping down the front of her panties and collecting at the back where her butt rested against the mattress. It all fit perfectly. This was the clear proof. Her daughter had cum. In these panties and on her bed. What she had been thinking about was only Rachel's guess, but Rachel had a pretty good guess. Holding the thin panties in her hands, staring at the wet spot her daughter had made, Rachel felt a powerful urge overcome her. It was terribly strong, but it also made her feel terribly dirty. She only wrestled with it a second or two before giving in and leaning forward to touch her nose to her daughter's damp panties. She inhaled, and tingles of arousal surged through her body, causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to throb. They were wonderful. As perfectly lovely as she expected her daughter to smell - clean and fresh, with just a mild hint of tang. She hadn't exactly smelled many vaginas in her day, but she couldn't imagine one smelling any better. It was simply lovely. And then as she pulled her head back, she realized she was standing in her daughter's room, smelling her damp panties. What the hell was wrong with her?? Feeling her face hot with shame, she put the panties back into the laundry basket and carried everything over to the washing machine. As guilty as she felt in that moment, however, she couldn't stop thinking about it the whole rest of the day. Any time she had a moment to herself to think, that's what popped in her head. And every single time, it caused her heart to jump and her sex to moisten. The next day, too, she couldn't shake it. It was so powerful of an image - her beautiful daughter, lying there in her bed... wow. It stuck with her after Abigail went off to teach her youth classes again, and it got Rachel wondering. Abigail had fresh sheets on her bed now. What if...? Without another moment's hesitation, Rachel headed off to Abigail's room and looked at her neatly-made bed. Why did her daughter have to make it so neat and perfect? Rachel studied it, making sure she knew where everything was. Then she carefully folded the comforter and sheets down to where Abigail's hips would be. Immediately, she gasped. Once again, there was another wet spot. This one was shaped differently, but it was about the same size and in exactly the spot it should have been. Rachel's heart beat hard and fast. This was not a one-time thing. She now had proof that her daughter had masturbated two nights in a row. After Rachel regained her composure, she carefully and neatly put the sheets and comforter back in place, tucking everything in, hoping and praying that her daughter wouldn't notice anything had been moved. But this new discovery left Rachel even hornier than ever. *************************************************** Later that day, after Abigail got home from her classes, she had that same glowing look about her whenever she looked at Rachel. These warm, knowing little glances continued throughout the day and even after James got home. It got to the point where each time Abigail looked at her, Rachel started to get butterflies in her stomach. She knew they shared a secret together and that's probably all these glances meant, but they were happening pretty frequently and sometimes they lingered for more than a second or two. It was often Rachel who had to break eye contact because she didn't want her daughter to notice any signs of arousal her face might betray. What was going ON?! Rachel's mind was spinning. This was getting intense. She was actually getting aroused each time her daughter looked at her! Rachel wasn't sure if she was feeling this way because it reminded her of the secret they shared - of knowing that two girls in Abigail's youth camp had sex with each other - or whether this arousal was actually stemming from Abigail herself. Rachel couldn't even tell anymore. She was a mess! Her head was playing games with her. Rachel sometimes felt bad about always being the first one to look away, and thought maybe she was sending signals to Abigail that she was dismissing her. But that wasn't true! And then the next time Abigail looked at her, she had a deep, intense gaze that caused Rachel's cheeks to burn and her pussy to twitch. And of course, she looked away, thinking Abigail might notice. Could Abigail tell? Oh God, could Abigail tell that her mother was getting turned on when she looked at her?? And then it would happen again. In fact, a few times when Abigail looked at her, the way her eyes held Rachel's gaze, the way her lips just slightly curled, it was almost like Abigail knew and understood everything and almost like she was trying to say.... No, Rachel thought. No, that was crazy. There was no way her own daughter was trying to arouse her. Rachel had to calm down. She was getting way too carried away. But there was one thing she was certain of. They did share a secret. They shared a secret about two girls having sex with each other. And neither of them was obviously bothered by this secret. In fact, they both seemed to enjoy knowing this secret. But beyond that, how Abigail really felt about it was only Rachel's guess. ********************************************************* The next day, Abigail was home, as she didn't have to teach youth class. They smiled at each other, as they always did, and Rachel did her best to put aside all dirty and inappropriate thoughts about what those smiles meant, or what had been going on in her daughter's bed late at night. But in the late morning, as Rachel was finishing cleaning up the kitchen, she felt someone coming up behind her. She turned around, and it was Abigail, her hands clasped together, looking just a touch nervous, and like she wanted to say something. "Abby? What is it, honey?" Rachel asked. "Um... mom..." Abigail said, fidgeting slightly. "Can... can we talk again?" Rachel's heart melted. "Of course, sweetie," she said, putting her things down and walking over to the table. Abigail followed her and sat down next to her at the table. "What's on your mind?" Rachel asked. Abigail took a deep breath. "Well, I have some more questions about... about... well, about our, um, 'secret.'" Rachel instantly felt her heart rate quicken and her temperature rise. She did her best to stay calm. "Sure, honey, what is it?" "Well," Abigail began, "I... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I mean, about what... what those girls did." "That's okay, sweetie," Rachel said. "That's perfectly normal." Abigail looked down and thought for a second. "It's... it's not wrong, right?" she finally said. "No, sweetie, it's not wrong," Rachel said, as soothingly as she could. Rachel could tell something was particularly weighing on her daughter and she was having difficulty getting it out. "So if..." Abigail started, "...so if I w-wanted to... to do it someday... with a girl... it... it wouldn't be wrong?" This was a shock. Rachel certainly wasn't prepared for this. Her heart skipped a beat and at first her body flashed ice cold, but not two seconds later she felt herself growing hotter and hotter until she was burning so hot she was sure Abigail could feel it coming off of her. She felt like fanning herself, but knew that would be overboard. She would have to try and cool herself down mentally. There would be plenty of time to think about her beautiful daughter doing it with a girl later, and for many, many nights to come. Now she had to be cool. Be cool, Rachel. Be cool. "No, sweetie, it wouldn't be wrong," Rachel said as calmly as she could. She knew this was difficult for her daughter and wanted to be as supportive as possible. It was what she would hope someone would do for her if she ever decided to confess her feelings. "Are you saying you think you want to do those things someday?" "I... I dunno," Abigail said. "Maybe." Rachel couldn't contain herself anymore. "Oh honey, I think that's wonderful!" she blurted out, breaking into a wide grin. Now it was Abigail's turn to be caught off-guard. "You... you do?" Rachel took a deep breath. The relief on Abigail's face was beautiful. She was so strong and brave in confessing these feelings. "Yes, honey, I do. When I was your age, I thought about doing those things too." "Really?" Abigail asked, confirming she heard right. Rachel nodded as she smiled. "Yes, really. Quite a bit, in fact." Abigail swallowed hard. Visibly. "Did you... um... d-do them?" At that moment, Rachel desperately wished she had. She wished she could tell her daughter all about her experiences with other girls and that they could have a wonderful moment of sharing those stories together. But she hadn't. "No," Rachel said with regret in her voice. "Unfortunately, I wasn't strong enough. I was too scared about what other people might think. But that doesn't mean I didn't want to." Rachel could tell Abigail was hanging on her every word. Her eyes were big, her body was upright and alert, and she was very, very interested in what her mother was saying. This was so real and wonderful, Rachel felt like the floodgates had been opened. So she went on. "In fact, when I was your age, I felt more strongly about other girls than I did about boys. I was just scared. That was the only thing holding me back. There were girls I thought about trying things with, but I was always afraid that if I did, and if they didn't like it, I would be told on and my whole life would be ruined. I didn't feel close enough to anyone I thought would understand. I didn't really trust any of my friends enough not to tell anyone. But if I had known a girl I trusted enough, I would have done something with her." Abigail was looking at her intensely. They were both quiet for a moment, just staring at each other. Rachel desperately wanted to know what was going on in her daughter's head at that moment. She was waiting with baited breath for any sign of what Abigail was thinking or feeling. And then, just as it was getting really intense, she spoke. "I... I trust you, mom. Completely. With all my heart." At first, Rachel wasn't sure she heard correctly. But as she stared into her daughter's face, she realized Abigail was serious. Rachel's pussy was instantly wet. But she had to be sure. "Sweetie, are you... are you saying you'd want to try those things... with me?" Instantly, Abigail's face turned bright red. "I... I..." she stammered. Rachel, realizing how painfully embarrassed her daughter had become, quickly stepped in. "Because I think that would be wonderful." Abigail froze. "You... you do?" "Yes, sweetie," Rachel said, smiling. "It would be the most wonderful thing in the world." For the first time since they began that conversation, Abigail's face broke into a beautiful, radiant smile. "Oh mom!" she said and threw her arms around her mother. Rachel sighed as she held her daughter, feeling her warm body against her, her daughter's soft, young breasts pressing into her own, and felt herself get hot. This time she allowed herself to. She allowed herself to get as hot as her body pleased. The hug lasted several wonderful seconds before Rachel felt her daughter's body tense again and pull back from the embrace. She looked at her with another worried expression. Suddenly, Rachel felt the worry as well, just as Abigail voiced it. "But mom... what are we gonna do?" Abigail said. "I don't know," Rachel said truthfully. "No one can know about this. If anyone found out, we would be cast out of the community for the rest of our lives. Not even your father can know." Abigail nodded. It seemed she understood and was in total agreement. "Which means we can't do anything here," Rachel said. "Your father has a constantly changing schedule and we never know when he could come home." Again, Abigail nodded. She knew this as well. Rachel bit her lip. "I will think of something," she said. "We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?" "Okay," Abigail said, breaking into a radiant grin once more. "I'm so happy you feel this way, mom." Rachel grinned as well. "Me too, sweetie. Me too. I love you so much." "I love you too, mom," Abigail said, and embraced her mother once more. **************************************************** All evening, Rachel had been wracking her brain trying to think of a solution. But now, every time she made eye contact with her daughter, she felt herself get aroused, and this time she allowed herself to feel it. It was wonderful, especially knowing Abigail was feeling the same way. But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out how to make it work. It didn't help that there were a lot of distractions once James got home. Dinner was distracting, and hearing about her husband's projects with the church was distracting as well. It wasn't until she settled down in bed for the night that she actually had some time to think. And it was in this calm moment that she began to think about something else that worried her. This wasn't just being with another girl - this was her own daughter. This was incest. There were laws against this type of thing! How was she supposed to justify this? It just seemed so crazy. Another thing that worried her about all this was how young Abigail was. She was only 15 - legally still a child. Rachel was much older when she first had sex. Part of her began to think all of this should wait until Abby turned 18 - at least then they would both be adults. But waiting that long would be an impossibility, especially considering how long Rachel had been wanting something like this and how close she was to getting it now. Besides - and she hated to admit this to herself - there was a terrible sexiness about girls in their mid-teens, when their bodies were transitioning to womanhood. Rachel first felt sexual arousal toward her daughter when Abby was twelve, and since then she had experienced it countless times in the past three years. In fact, one of her favorite things to fantasize about at night were girls Abby's age. She simply couldn't deny the fact that her daughter's age - and especially her exquisite beauty at this age - was a major turn-on for her. And this bothered her deeply. It didn't matter that Abigail behaved, spoke, and thought like a girl many years older - she was still fifteen. The morality of all this started to weigh heavily upon her. She knew society frowned upon these things. Could she actually go through with it? How could she make sense of all this? What would happen if she actually did sexual things with her teenage daughter? Would she be able to live with herself? Would she hate herself afterwards? Would she end up going to hell for it? Rachel tossed and turned for a bit until she did the only thing she could think of - pray. Rachel took a deep breath and closed her eyes. 'Dear Lord, this is so hard. I don't know what to do. I'm sure you're aware of my situation. I... this is so hard to admit, even to you... I love my daughter. Passionately. Deeply. I want to do things to her that other mothers wouldn't dream of doing with their daughters. And I know others wouldn't approve. But... she feels the same way. She wants me to... to... well, you know what I mean. 'I know it's incest. I know she's only fifteen. I know most people think it's wrong. But I love her and she loves me. I need some guidance. I need to hear it from you. I don't want to do something that is truly wrong. Please, Lord, help me. Tell me what to do.' With that, Rachel rolled over and tried to get some sleep. It wasn't easy. She tossed and turned for some time. Then she lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She stay like this for some time until suddenly she felt something. It was like a voice, but also like a feeling, and she felt it strongly. It said something that she felt deeply inside. It said: 'Follow your heart.' Suddenly a wonderful feeling of calm washed over her. She knew this was her answer and it instantly put her at peace because she knew where her heart led her. It led her to Abigail. She felt a smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes, and finally fell asleep. **************************************************** In the morning, Rachel woke up with the same calm she had fallen asleep to. She remembered her prayer, and the answer to that prayer. A wave of warmth and gratitude washed over her and she silently said another prayer of thanks. She lay there for a while, replaying the events of yesterday over in her head, and she realized she shouldn't have been so surprised after all. She remembered the shock she had felt when Abigail mentioned that she was giving thought to being with other girls and now felt a bit silly for feeling that. She had seen her daughter's sheets! And her panties! This shouldn't have been a mystery. She also realized she was overthinking things when she was worried about all those glances Abigail was giving her. She now realized those were clear signals of attraction. She wasn't crazy after all! It was plain as day, right there for her to recognize. She was just so terrified of all this taboo that culture had placed on something like this that she was allowing it to cloud her perception. But now she wasn't scared anymore. She had received the ultimate approval. There was no more fear of what was right or wrong. She loved her daughter and her daughter loved her and they were going to have sex. The thought was unbelievably exciting. Her daughter wanted her. For years and years Rachel had been fantasizing about other women, and now the sweetest, most gorgeous, and loveliest girl Rachel had ever known was going to be her first female partner - her beautiful daughter Abigail. It was perfect. The only thing she had to worry about was making sure no one found out about it. Absolutely no one. And as she lay there, in the calm of her bed with the early morning sun streaming through the cracks in the curtains, it came to her. They would simply drive out of town. They would go all the way to the city if need be. Somewhere no one would recognize them. They would get a hotel room. They wouldn't be able to stay overnight, of course, but if they left early enough in the day that would give them plenty of time. It was perfect. Rachel practically squealed with excitement. She couldn't wait to tell Abigail. After breakfast, James said he was going to the church because they were testing the sound for a new PA system they had recently bought. He said it shouldn't take long and that he would be back in an hour or so. Rachel tried her best to conceal her excitement that he would be gone, although she was disappointed he would be back so soon. As soon as Rachel heard James's car pull away, she turned to her daughter excitedly. "I've got good news," she said, smiling. "Really?" Abigail said, her face lighting up. "What?" "I've figured out a way for us to be alone together," she said, loving the fact that she didn't have to hold back her excitement anymore. Abigail's jaw fell and her eyes lit up excitedly. It was beautiful. Rachel felt her pussy twitch at her daughter's expression and took a mental picture to savor the moment her daughter realized she would be able to have sex for the first time... and with her own mother. Abigail finally shook off her stunned look. "What is it?" she blurted out. "We'll drive out of town," Rachel said. "Tomorrow. I'll look up a cheap hotel somewhere in the city and we can have hours all to ourselves!" Rachel watched her daughter's face change as it gradually dawned on her that this was going to work. It was beautiful. Abigail's excitement paused briefly. "What are we gonna tell dad? What if he finds out how long we've been gone?" she asked. "We'll just tell him we're going out shopping for clothes. All day. He'll never give it another thought and he won't question why we'll be gone for six or even seven hours," Rachel said excitedly. She knew it was true. And so did Abigail. She took a few breaths to let all this sink in and then her face broke into a wide, radiant smile. She was so excited she began giggling uncontrollably, and so did Rachel. They continued giggling as they embraced, holding each other tight. "And Abby?" Rachel said after their giggling had calmed somewhat. "Yeah?" Abigail said, still holding her mother. "I've got more good news." Abigail pulled back so she could look at her mother again, this time with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Rachel took a deep breath as she looked at her daughter. "I know... you've had doubts about whether this kind of thing is wrong or not." She could see her daughter tense up at this. "And I told you it wasn't. But I had to make sure. I prayed last night, asking God for guidance. And I got an answer. Do you know what it was?" Slowly, Abigail shook her head. Rachel couldn't stop herself from smiling. "God told me to follow my heart." Abigail took a second to let this sink in, and then she broke into a wide smile. Rachel did too. "This is really okay," Rachel said, feeling her heart swell. "All of it. It's really okay!" "Oh mom!" Abigail cried, throwing her arms around her mother and holding her tight. Rachel placed her hands around her daughter's body, taking a moment to savor the sensation of her daughter's body against her own, loving the feel of her soft, young breasts against her own and her thin, delicate arms around her shoulders. She sighed, knowing that she would get to feel this again, only without clothes as a barrier. She was wet at the thought. Rachel then felt her daughter's cheek slide against her own and Abigail's lips turn toward her ear. "I love you so much, mom," Abigail said in a breathy whisper. The heat and softness of Abigail's breath caressing her ear caused Rachel to shudder and squeeze her thighs together. "I love you too, baby. I love you too." Rachel said, squeezing her daughter tighter. They held each other for at least another minute, but Rachel knew if they stayed like this much longer, she wouldn't be able to control herself. Slowly, she pulled back and told her daughter they should probably try to control themselves while they were at home and that there would be plenty of time for this later. Abigail understood. James was back sooner than they both expected, and the rest of the day was frustrating for mother and daughter as they had to keep secret what was clearly the most exciting plan of either of their lives. But that didn't stop them from sharing knowing glances and giving each other warm, fuzzy sensations in many different parts of their bodies simply from sharing a look. Rachel also found some time to get on the computer and research hotels in the big city, which was nearly two hours away from where they currently lived. So many people would frequent hotels in the city, she was sure no one there would recognize her or care why she was renting a room for the day only. She found several that would work, and eventually narrowed it down to one. She could hardly contain her excitement. The only issue now was how she was going to sleep. She was far too excited for something as relaxing as that. So she lay awake in bed, planning out what she was going to wear, and more importantly, what she was going to do to her daughter when they arrived at the hotel room. ********************************************************** To be continued...