Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2019 22:41:20 -0800 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Rachel & Abigail - Part 2 RACHEL & ABIGAIL Part 2 Rachel woke up the next morning feeling better than she'd ever felt in her life, despite the fact she didn't get a lot of sleep. Within seconds after waking up, she felt wonderful yet tense and fuzzy nerves fill her stomach and chest, tingling out to her fingers and toes, and, of course, between her legs. This was it. Today was the day she and her daughter were going to have sex. Just the thought alone caused her to squeeze her thighs together with excitement, and she could already feel heat and moisture down there. As she got up and went about her morning routine, she realized that all this nervous anticipation was not unlike the feeling of falling in love. And in a sense, she had. She had fallen in love with her own daughter. She loved Abigail every way a mother could love a daughter, and more. But it was the 'more' part that was new and thrilling and gave her all the nerves and butterflies. She loved her daughter romantically. Sexually. Yes, she had had fleeting fantasies about her daughter in the past, but she'd always dismissed them or felt guilty about them. Not anymore. Now she allowed herself to feel love for her daughter, and sexual arousal. She would get to see her daughter's body - all of it - for the first time since she'd grown into a young woman. The thought of her beautiful daughter naked instantly caused her nipples to harden and her clit to throb. She was going to see it today. Not only see it, but she was going to touch it. To make love to it. The thought caused her to shudder with a wonderful wave of arousal. And Abigail would get to see her - all of her. As Rachel finished on the toilet and wiped herself, she looked down at her giant mass of pubic hair. She quickly realized it would have to go. If not all of it, at least most of it. She simply hadn't had much reason to trim it lately, as the sex between her and James hardly ever happened anymore. Rachel got up and locked the bathroom door, then pulled out some small scissors from the bathroom drawer and began to snip away. Once she'd gotten it down to a much shorter length, she bit her lip and thought for a second. Then she grabbed a razor and shaving cream and headed into the shower. Butterflies filled Rachel's stomach as she turned on the water and began spreading shaving cream around her crotch. She couldn't believe how exciting the act of shaving herself was. Of course, she knew why. It wasn't the act of shaving that got her excited, it was the reason. She wanted to look good for her daughter. She wasn't sure exactly what acts she would be performing, or what acts Abigail would be comfortable performing, but she wanted to be ready for anything. Just the possibility of her daughter's hands (or even her mouth!) on her pussy caused her to tremble with arousal. Rachel carefully shaved around the edges of her pussy lips and around the edges of her pubic mound. She decided to leave a closely-cropped triangle of hair above her slit, thinking it looked classy and sexy at the same time. She liked the way the triangle accented her body and pointed to her sex, but she also shaved enough to make her lips prominent, visible, and easily accessible. This would work nicely, she thought. When she finished her shower and looked at herself in the mirror, freshly-shaven, she felt a warm excitement wash over her. She could hardly believe that she was three years away from 40. She looked good! She could only hope Abigail would think so too. Just the thought of her beautiful, young daughter looking at her naked body and feeling arousal caused her to shudder again and her pussy to twitch. It was wonderful to feel desired again. And the fact that she was desired by a beautiful teenage girl who also happened to be her own daughter was unbelievably thrilling. She lingered on this thought just a moment longer, and then hung the towel up and set about getting dressed. Rachel wanted to look nice, obviously, but didn't want to set off any alarms for her husband. Besides, for the most important part of the day she wasn't even going to be wearing clothes. Still, she wanted to make an impression. She decided on a simple but classic outfit that she thought always made her look nice, but not quite Sunday morning nice. It was a dress with a solid white V-neck top and a contrasting navy blue skirt with little white polka dots, fitted with a brown leather belt around her midsection. It was snug enough to accent her 36C breasts and narrow waist, and she'd forgotten how good she looked in it as she hadn't worn it in a while. She then put on makeup, but not too much, and went out to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Her husband was already there, eating a bowl of cereal and reading the newspaper. He looked up at her and paused. "Going somewhere?" he asked. Rachel's heart thumped. She'd been caught! Take a deep breath, Rachel. It's fine. "Yeah," she said as casually as she could. "Abby and I were going to go out shopping today." James nodded as if he understood and didn't need any more details. "You girls gonna be home by dinner time?" he asked, half-joking. Rachel herself almost chuckled. "Yes, we should be. Speaking of Abby... where is she?" Rachel asked, looking around. "She was out here for only a few minutes and wolfed down her breakfast," James said. "Then she took off. Said she had to go get ready. Can't imagine why, if you're just going shopping." Rachel felt her heart flutter. Abigail was clearly excited about this as well. "Oh well, you know her," Rachel said. "She always wants to look good for all the clothes she tries on." James nodded. "Try not to go overboard, ok?" "Don't worry, we won't," Rachel said, quickly calculating that the cost of the hotel room was far less than what they would normally spend on clothes for a day. Rachel then got herself some breakfast and waited for her daughter. What was taking her so long, she wondered. After nearly a half hour went by, Rachel decided she should check on her. She walked down the hallway toward her daughter's room and approached her door. She had to keep her cool while James was around. "Abby, you almost ready, hon? We should probably get going soon," Rachel said as casually as possible. "Almost, mom! Just a minute!" came the reply behind the door. There was some shuffling around, some drawers closing, and more shuffling. Rachel waited patiently, and after another minute or two, the door opened. As her daughter stood there in the doorway, Rachel gasped. She had never seen a lovelier, more exquisitely gorgeous creature in all her life. The sight of her daughter literally took her breath away. Abigail was wearing a simple but elegant dress that had a navy blue top and a white, floral-print skirt with matching sash tied slightly off to the side. The neckline of the dress was curved and relatively modest, not swooping down very far, which was in keeping with most of Abigail's clothes, but the skirt stopped several inches above her knees - something that almost none of her dresses did. Rachel felt a considerable twitch between her legs at her daughter's decision to wear such a short dress. Above that, Abigail wore a thin gold necklace, and her hair was twisted into a lovely, loose side ponytail that hung down over her left shoulder. But what shocked Rachel the most was that Abigail was wearing makeup - something she never did on a non-church day. It wasn't much, but was just enough to complement her features. She was wearing mascara and a touch of eyeliner, which wasn't unusual, but she also had on just the faintest dusting of eyeshadow, which gave her eyes an alluring, hypnotic, and even slightly seductive look to them. To top it all off, her lips glistened with clear lip-gloss - just enough to accent her natural soft pink color, and to make them even more inviting than they already were. Rachel felt a twitch between her legs at the thought of her own lips caressing them. Rachel realized she'd been standing there speechless for some time as Abigail's lips continued to sparkle and her eyes turned Rachel's legs to jelly. She had to remind herself to speak. "You look... absolutely gorgeous," Rachel managed. "Thanks," Abigail said, her eyes dropping down as the hint of a blush rose to her cheeks. "So do you," she added. Rachel mumbled something appreciative, but her brain was still too dazzled by her daughter's appearance. She eyed her daughter up and down again, and realized that the color scheme on Abigail's dress was almost the exact opposite of her own. Rachel wore a white top and navy blue skirt, while Abigail's top was navy blue and her skirt was a white floral print. It was almost like they were... mother and daughter. Rachel smiled to herself. She thought it was adorable. "Ready?" Abigail asked as she took a deep, shaky breath. It was clear she was nervous, but Rachel thought it was sweet and adorable, despite her own nervousness. "Yes," Rachel said, smiling. "But you can't let your father see you like that. He'll think something's up. Let's sneak out the door quick," Rachel said. With that, Rachel spun around and headed down the hallway to grab her purse, then switched back toward the front door. It was a good thing she parked her car out front. She opened the front door and quickly motioned for her daughter to hurry. "Bye James! We'll be back before dinner!" Rachel called out. "Bye dad!" Abigail called out before slipping out the front door. James had barely gotten out the word "Bye" when the door closed and mother and daughter walked toward the car, giggling together. They got inside the car and Rachel started it, her heart pounding. They weren't out of the woods yet. Not until the house was completely out of sight. She pulled out of the driveway as she and Abigail continued giggling about slipping out the door so quickly, and within another minute, she told herself she could relax. Except that relaxation lasted only about a minute before another form of anxiety set in. They were on the road... she and her daughter... to go to a hotel together and have sex! Rachel's brain practically screamed with how crazy this all was, but there was no way she was going back! She also didn't know how she was going to keep her excitement from bubbling over. Thankfully, Abigail spoke up first. "So where are we going?" Abigail asked. It was the most innocent question, yet somehow it caused a jolt of energy between Rachel's legs, making her instantly wet. "We're going out to the city. I've already picked a hotel for the day. So, we'll get there, I'll check in, and then..." Rachel trailed off, not really knowing how to finish the sentence. What was she going to say? Then you and I will have sex? Then you and I will make love? Then you and I will explore each other's bodies until we bring each other to climax again and again and again?? She couldn't bring herself to vocalize anything like that to her daughter. They were both church girls. And this was her daughter - her sweet little Abigail! Talking about such things to her still felt too strange. But it's what they were going to do, whether she could vocalize it or not! She didn't have to say it. She knew it was going to happen, and so did Abigail. Still, it felt a little strange to leave the sentence hanging in the air for so long. So she looked over at her daughter, and Abigail looked back at her, smiling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. At that moment, they both broke into giggles again. It seemed to be the only way to relieve all the tension. But this was a long drive, and the tension was bound to return. And it did. Again and again and again. It was thrilling, awkward, nerve-wracking, wonderful, tense, heady, surprisingly sweet, and above all, deeply, intensely erotic. Every second of the drive was filled with the knowledge that she was going to have sex with her daughter. That Abigail wanted it. That they were going to explore each other together in their first lesbian encounter. Part of it was the taboo, there was no denying that. The fact that two women weren't supposed to do these things, let alone a fully grown woman and a teenage girl, let alone an adult mother and her teenage daughter! Every time Rachel had fantasized about such things in the past, she had gotten extremely hot. And now that it was really happening, she couldn't ignore the fact that it was the hottest - and most nervous - she'd ever felt in her life. But underneath all that was the knowledge that this was someone who she loved dearly and deeply. This was someone she'd known for years - someone who defined her life. Someone she cared about more than anyone else in the world. This was someone she had a really difficult time picturing being with someone else - for her first time, or any time for that matter. This was someone Rachel would do right by. Someone she trusted and who trusted her. The fact that she was going to be intimate with a person like this was hot enough. The fact that all this was coupled with the realities of this person being female, a teenager, stunningly beautiful, and her own daughter, was simply mind-blowing. It was every perfect fantasy of hers come to life and realized. Her entire body tingled and trembled with how crazy and how hot all of this was. There were a few attempts at breaking the tension on both their parts. Rachel tried to put her daughter at ease by striking up conversation, often about subjects completely unrelated to what they were about to do. But they never really went very far, probably because both of their minds were so heavily focused on where they were going and what they were about to do! At one point Abigail took a bold step and asked her mother when she first noticed feelings toward other girls. Rachel happily and eagerly answered all of her questions, relieved to get some of these thoughts and feelings that she'd repressed for so long off her chest. She even confessed to noticing pretty women and girls at church and fantasizing about them. Abigail gasped adorably at first, but quickly giggled at her mother's naughtiness. This proved to be the longest conversation of the drive, and it went on for alomst a half hour. But when Abigail ran out of questions or got too distracted by the imminent events, they were both back in their own heads, feeling the tension ratchet up all over again. Rachel couldn't help stealing glances at her daughter. The dress she was wearing made her look so beautiful, and Rachel was constantly distracted by the amount of skin exposed on her daughter's thighs. Abigail, when she wore dresses, usually wore longer ones, so the fact that she was revealing so much of her legs was a real treat for Rachel. Abigail often caught her mother looking. The smile she gave in return though, told Rachel that not only did she not mind her mother looking, but she felt quite flattered by it. For her part, Rachel also caught her daughter looking over at her, most often at her breasts. Each time this happened, it gave her a warm, tingly feeling inside and caused her nipples to harden. The drive felt like an eternity, but it also felt like so much happened in that eternity, despite how little was actually said between them. When Rachel finally saw her exit coming up, she couldn't tell if what she felt was relief or anxiety. She decided it was both, along with a heavy dose of arousal. "This is it," she said, steering the car off the freeway. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her daughter tense up. She glanced over at her. "Relax," she said, as much to herself as to her daughter. "This is going to be great." Abigail smiled, her shoulders relaxing a little. "I know," she said. The hotel, just off the freeway exit, was pretty small and nondescript. Rachel looked over at her daughter, as if to apologize for not getting a nicer place. "I figured the smaller and cheaper the better," Rachel said, attempting to explain her choice. "No one would ever expect to find us here." She didn't add that she also figured small, cheap hotels would be more likely to accept cash for the room, which she planned to do. She definitely didn't want any hotel rooms popping up on her husband's card accounts. Abigail nodded. Rachel pulled up near the front office and turned off the engine. She took a deep breath. "Wait here. I'll go check in." Again, Abigail nodded. Rachel went inside, her heart pounding, and asked for a room for the day, saying that she preferred to pay with cash. She said she would even pay for any incidentals up front with cash. The clerk did give her a strange look, but said that would be fine, as long as she could cover the incidentals. Even as the clerk was processing the transaction, Rachel's heart pounded harder, half expecting the clerk to tell her she couldn't get the room because they didn't serve incestuous lesbians. But less than a minute later, she was handed a hotel key. As Rachel took the key in her hand and turned to walk out the door, she felt lighter and airier, almost like she was walking on clouds. There were butterflies in her stomach and her pussy was very, very wet. She made eye contact with her daughter in the car as she held the hotel key in front of her. Rachel bit her lip as she smiled excitedly at her daughter, and Abigail couldn't stop herself from smiling back. Rachel got back into the car and took a deep breath as she started the engine back up. She looked over at her daughter. "It's all the way at the end, so I figure we should drive over there." "Okay," Abigail said. It was clear she was trying to sound relaxed, but her voice betrayed her. Rachel wanted to say something to relax her daughter, to put her at ease, but Rachel's butterflies were so strong she hardly knew what to do or say. So she just drove the car over to the end of the hotel where their room was, and parked right in front of their room. She shut off the engine. "Well," Rachel said, taking another deep breath. "This is it. Are you ready?" Abigail looked nervous and tense, but also very excited, and nodded as she smiled. "Okay," Rachel said and unbuckled her seat belt. She opened the door and got out of the car. Every action she did seemed to be going in slow motion. Her senses were so heightened, she almost seemed to be operating outside of her body. Rachel walked up to the door, put the key in, and opened it. It was a small room with hardly anything in it. Just a queen bed, two nightstands, a table and chair, and a sink along the far wall adjacent to the restroom. It was perfect. Rachel flipped on the light as she walked inside and held the door open for her daughter. Abigail walked in and Rachel closed the door behind her, locking it. With the simple act of locking the door, Rachel felt her butterflies increase tenfold. Rachel set her purse and keys on the table and took a deep breath as she turned around to face her daughter. Abigail stood there awkwardly, her right hand gripping the first two fingers of her left hand nervously as she smiled at her mother. Rachel was once again amazed at how absolutely gorgeous her daughter was, but could tell that she was tense. "Are you nervous?" Rachel asked. It was the only thing that came to her. Abigail nodded, even as she continued smiling. "Yeah," she said sweetly. "Me too," Rachel admitted. "Why don't we sit down?" Rachel walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Abigail came over and sat down next to her. They looked at each other awkwardly, then back down at the floor. Neither of them really knew what to do or how to get started. Abigail fidgeted for a few seconds then turned to her mother, her face almost apologetic. "I don't... really know how these things are supposed to work," she said. Rachel smiled sweetly, some of her butterflies calming down. "There's no set of rules," she said. "We just do what feels natural." As soon as she said it, she couldn't help thinking there wasn't exactly a whole lot that was 'natural' about a mother and daughter sitting in a hotel room about to have sex with each other. Her butterflies returned. Abigail nodded. Just then, Rachel's eye caught something on her daughter's hand - the purity ring she wore. Rachel nudged her daughter with her shoulder and nodded at her ring. "You've still got your ring. Doesn't that mean you're saving yourself for someone special?" Abigail looked down at her ring and began to twist it around with the fingers of her other hand. Then, slowly, she pulled it off her finger. Her eyes went back to her mother, looking deep into her eyes. "I am with someone special." It was like electricity and Rachel knew it instantly. This was it. This was the moment she and her daughter would share their first romantic kiss. Slowly, Rachel raised her hand to her daughter's face, her fingertips gently caressing Abigail's soft cheek. Her hand slid along the side of her daughter's face as Abigail turned more toward her. Rachel's heart pounded like never before as she looked into her daughter's gorgeous, sparkling eyes, then down at her soft, shiny lips which were slightly parted. Rachel slowly began to lean in as she watched her daughter's eyes flutter closed and her lips part just a little further. Rachel slowly closed her eyes, her body charged with an energy she'd never experienced. As she leaned closer, she could feel her daughter's sweet, warm breath against her lips. Her pussy oozed and her nipples tightened. Then her lips touched the sweetest, softest, most gloriously beautiful lips she ever had the pleasure of kissing. She pressed them in further, feeling her daughter's warm, pillowy lips press more firmly against her, and pursed them together, gently gripping her daughter's lips with her own and feeling her lip gloss spread across her own lips. It was happening. Beautiful, hot charges coursed through her body as she reveled in the sensation and knowledge that she was kissing her own daughter's beautiful lips. It was so perfect on so many levels. And it was just right. Gloriously, wonderfully, beautifully right. She heard her daughter sigh into the kiss, which reminded Rachel that she still needed to breathe. She sighed as well as their mouths stayed still, their lips pressed firmly but gently together. Slowly, ever so slowly, Rachel relaxed her mouth and began to pull gently back. She felt Abigail lean toward her at first, reluctant to let the kiss go, but then Abigail leaned back as well. Rachel opened her eyes to see her daughter's still closed, a look of absolute bliss on her face. Rachel told herself she would remember this image forever. Abigail slowly opened her eyes as Rachel smiled at her. "How was that?" Rachel asked, knowing full well it was her daughter's first kiss. Abigail's eyes were still a little glazed over. "It was beautiful," she said. Rachel felt a wonderful warmth spread over her body. "Want to do it again?" she asked, having a feeling she knew the answer. Abigail smiled and nodded. Rachel slowly leaned in again, watching her daughter's eyes close again before she closed her own. She pressed her lips against her daughter's once more, this time a little more firmly and a little more fully. She felt Abigail press back against her more, gripping Rachel's lips with her own. It shot a bolt of energy through Rachel's body. Slowly, Rachel moved her hand up to her daughter's shoulder, sliding it down to her arm. Again, they sighed. Their lips gently broke contact with a slight smooching sound, but they immediately went back for it, connecting once again softly and firmly. Again and again their lips disconnected and reconnected, both mother and daughter loving the thrills and renewed energy that came with each reconnection of their soft, warm lips. It was slow, sensual, and wonderfully arousing. Rachel kept telling herself this was her daughter's first time kissing anyone - first time with any of this - so she took her time, letting Abigail get used to the sensations of kissing, figuring out what felt good to her, and experimenting with different combinations of how their lips could connect. Sometimes they kissed more or less straight-on, sometimes Rachel tilted her head a little, and sometimes Rachel tilted her head a lot, gently sliding her lips along the length of her daughter's mouth, tickling Abigail and causing her to smile into the kiss. Rachel loved it when her daughter smiled. There was no rush. They had hours and hours. It felt wonderful to go slow, taking their time like this. Almost all the sex Rachel had with James was rushed and by-the-book. Except in the very beginning, but even then it was nowhere near as patient and gentle as this. This was sweet. Delicate. Tender. Loving. And it allowed the heat between her legs to remain at a pretty constant simmer. In fact, the longer they kissed, Rachel was surprised to discover that the level of heat and wetness between her legs was where she was at usually after several minutes of rubbing herself. And this was only from kissing! But this was her daughter she was kissing. Her beautiful, sweet, fifteen year-old daughter Abigail. Not for one second was that lost on her. And she had no doubt that was the real reason her panties were an absolute swamp right now. The throbbing and aching between her legs was causing Rachel to get restless. She wondered if Abigail was ready to go a little further. Gently, she reached across and placed her hand on her daughter's thigh, just above her knee. She felt Abigail's lips connect a little more firmly with her own. She figured this was a good sign, so she slid her hand gently up her daughter's thigh, moving the hem of her dress up considerably. At this, Abigail sighed and kissed her mother harder still. This was all causing Rachel's arousal to skyrocket, so she opened her mouth and connected with Abigail's lips, holding her mouth open as well. Rachel shared a breath with her daughter, causing her nipples to tighten heavily, and she gently extended her tongue, pressing it right to the edge of Abigail's mouth, tracing it along her daughter's lower lip just as Abigail closed her mouth. Rachel wondered if this was okay, and the next time Abigail opened her mouth, she held it that way. Rachel, heat pulsing in her ears, met her daughter open-mouthed, and gently dipped her tongue into her daughter's mouth, briefly pressing it to Abigail's. Abigail tentatively pressed back, and Rachel sighed as she slid her tongue along her daughter's, a cascade of warmth spreading over the surface of her body as she reveled in how beautifully soft, warm, and wet her daughter's tongue was. Rachel's arousal intensified powerfully. Kissing her daughter's sweet lips had been heavenly, but now something else was happening. Now they were connected more intimately, merging internal parts of their bodies - their tongues. Rachel caressed her daughter's soft internal flesh - her tongue, the roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks - and tasted its warmth and wetness. She felt Abigail's tongue caressing her own as well, and she couldn't shake the thought that on some level, this was just as intimate as the consummating act of sex. Rachel was hot everywhere, almost deliriously so, and the heat was especially concentrated between her legs. Her body ached and yearned, her panties were hot and sticky. Going slow at first had been wonderful, but now it was starting to feel like torture. She needed more. Slowly, she pulled back from her daughter and looked at her. Abigail was flushed and panting. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous. "Is all of this okay, honey?" Rachel breathed, realizing that she was also out of breath. "Uh-huh," Abigail said, nodding. "We're not going too fast or anything, are we?" Rachel asked. "Huh-uh," Abigail said, shaking her head gently. "Do you think you're ready to try something different?" Rachel asked. At this, Abigail paused a little. "Um, okay," she said. "Sweetie, we don't have to do anything you don't want to," Rachel said. "If you ever want to stop at any point, just tell me, okay?" "Okay," Abigail said. "But I don't want to." Rachel smiled. She felt like her heart beamed. "Do you think you're ready to go further?" she asked. Slowly, Abigail nodded. "Okay," she said. It was adorable. Rachel could tell her daughter wanted to do more, but that she was also still a bit nervous. She understood completely. "Here, honey," Rachel said, patting a spot in the center of the bed. "Why don't you move right here?" As Abigail began to scoot over to the spot her mother indicated, Rachel stood up. Abigail looked back up at her. Rachel felt tingles spread throughout her body. "I'm going to take my dress off now, okay?" Rachel said. "Okay," Abigail said before swallowing as she kept her eyes on her mother. Rachel bent down and grabbed the bottom hem of her dress and began to lift it up. She pulled it up and over her head, revealing a pair of peach-colored panties with lacy edges and a matching bra. Her eyes met her daughter's again and she saw that Abigail's eyes were wide as she looked at her, studying her body with great interest. It made Rachel feel wonderful to have her daughter look at her like that, and she could feel her pussy throb. Abigail swallowed dryly. "You, uhm... wear that... for dad?" she said, a little short of breath. The question surprised Rachel, but maybe it shouldn't have. "Actually, no," she said truthfully. "I wear it just for me, just when I want to feel good. But I am wearing it for you." Rachel smiled as she felt her heart beat heavily in her chest. Abigail exhaled slowly and shakily. Rachel thought it was adorable and it made her even wetter. Slowly, she began to crawl onto the bed, approaching her daughter. As she got closer, she could see Abigail tense. "Do you..." Abigail said, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want me to take my dress off too?" she asked. She could tell her daughter was nervous. "Only if you want to," Rachel said. "Do you want to?" Abigail looked her mother in the eyes, then looked down her body, first at her bra, then at her panties. She looked back at her mother's eyes. Then she nodded. Rachel felt a smile spreading across her face. "I was hoping you would," she said. Abigail grabbed the hem of her dress, then lifted her butt off the bed to slide the dress underneath it, and began to lift it up, struggling a bit. "Here, let me help," Rachel said, trying not to laugh. She reached around behind her daughter and felt for the small zipper in the back of the dress and pulled it down. "Oh yeah," Abigail said sheepishly as a blush rose to her face. "Thanks." "No problem," Rachel said and reached down to grab the hem along with her daughter. "Now let's get this off you." Together, they lifted Abigail's dress off and tossed it to the side. Rachel looked down at her daughter's exquisite body, noticing that she was wearing a rather plain-looking peach-colored bra, but beneath that she had on dark blue panties with lace around the edges. She didn't even know her daughter had panties like that! She must have gasped because just then, Abigail looked a little sheepish. "Sorry, I didn't really have a nice bra," she said. "Oh honey, don't even worry about that. You're beautiful!" Rachel said. "What I was surprised at was your panties. I didn't even know you had those!" "Yeah," Abigail said, blushing a bit. "I was saving them for a special day. Do you like them?" "Oh honey," Rachel sighed. "They're absolutely beautiful." Abigail smiled, then her eyes fell to her mother's pink lacy bra, then down to her panties, then back up to her bra. "So are you," she breathed. Rachel smiled, noticing that her daughter's eyes were fixated on her breasts, which were barely contained by her bra. She felt her pulse quicken. She would never get tired of her daughter looking at her body like this. "Would you like to see them?" she asked, following her daughter's gaze. Abigail's eyes briefly met her mother's before falling back down to her chest as she nodded. Rachel smiled, reaching around behind her to unclasp her bra. She gently shrugged the straps off her shoulders as the bra slid down her arms, exposing her breasts and tight, hard nipples to her daughter's eyes. Abigail's mouth fell open slightly as she stared at her mother's exposed breasts. She slowly started to reach up with one hand before she stopped and looked up at her mother. "Can I?" she asked. Rachel smiled. "Sweetie, you don't even have to ask. I want you to." With that, Abigail's eyes went back to her mother's breasts as she reached her hand out and gently grazed her mother's left breast with her fingertips. She slid her fingers further along until the palm of her hand rested against her mother's breast, cupping it. Rachel sighed heavily at her daughter's touch. Her hand was so smooth, soft, and delicate, and it felt absolutely wonderful against her breast. "They're so big," Abigail marveled, reaching her other hand out to do the same with her mother's right breast. "You can squeeze them if you want," Rachel said. With that, Abigail squeezed both of her mother's breasts in her hands, causing Rachel to gasp sharply. Abigail looked up at her, wondering if she'd done something wrong. "Oh, that feels wonderful, sweetie!" Rachel breathed. "Keep doing it." Abigail continued feeling her mother's breasts, cupping and squeezing them again and again, eliciting sharp gasps from her mother. Rachel could feel her insides burning and her pussy throbbed and ached even more than before. She needed more. "Would you..." Rachel said between breaths. "Would you like to kiss them?" Abigail looked up at her mother with surprise, as if that was really naughty. "Please, honey," Rachel panted. She needed it. So bad. And then Abigail was moving her face toward her mother's breast. She kissed the side of it as Rachel's knees went weak. Then she kissed the top of it. Then she pulled back, her eyes focused right on her mother's nipple. She then leaned forward and placed her sweet, soft lips right against her mother's hard, aching nipple. "Oh Abby," Rachel sighed, her hand going up around the back of her daughter's head, her fingers sliding through her hair. Abigail then opened her lips slightly and wrapped them gently around her mother's nipple. "Oh God," Rachel gasped. The sensation of her daughter's sweet lips around her stiff, hard nipple was electric. She was so hot she could hardly stand it. "Please, honey," Rachel begged. "Keep going. Deeper, honey, please!" Abigail slowly began to open her mouth wider and Rachel couldn't help herself. She pressed the back of her daughter's head against her and thrust her chest forward, shoving her nipple deep into her daughter's mouth. The ecstasy that shot through her body was almost frightening in its intensity. Abigail seemed to catch on quickly, understanding this was something her mother wanted, and opened her mouth wider still, accommodating as much of her mother's breast as she could in her mouth. "Oh honey, please!" Rachel gasped. "Please, Abby, please!" It still felt awkward being explicit, but she hoped her daughter would catch her drift. Abigail, realizing there was only one thing her mother could want while her mouth was around her breast, began to pull her mother's nipple deeper into her mouth, and sucked. "HHHHHHHHHHAHHH!!" Rachel gasped, feeling something surging from within her that she hadn't quite expected. She looked down to see her beautiful daughter Abigail, no longer a baby, but almost fully grown at fifteen years old, her perfect lips wrapped around her nipple, and sucking away. Rachel had one hand behind Abigail's head, her fingers involuntarily massaging her daughter's scalp, and her free hand went up to her other breast, pressing her daughter's hand tighter against it, and squeezed hard. Rachel gasped again, feeling another hot surge of energy rush through her. Something was happening and it was big. Just then, as she held her daughter's head to one breast and held her hand against the other one, squeezing it tight, she felt her daughter's tongue slide up and glide against the underside of her nipple. Rachel gasped sharply as her body seized up. Everything tensed as she focused on the sensation of her daughter's tongue against her, and she burst into trembles, shuddering again and again. What was happening?! she wondered. This felt like an orgasm! She had never experienced anything like it simply by having her breast sucked. But this was her daughter sucking her breast. Her gorgeous, fifteen year-old daughter who she was deeply sexually attracted to. A girl so absolutely perfect in every way that she could make Rachel come simply by sucking on her breast. It was incredible. Rachel gasped, trembling and shaking for nearly a full minute before relaxing her hand against the back of Abigail's head, her chest still heaving up and down as she recovered, her daughter's beautiful lips still wrapped around her nipple. She was absolutely blown away. Nothing like that had ever happened before. Slowly, Abigail let her mother's nipple fall from her lips as she pulled back slightly and looked up at her mother. Rachel looked down at her lovingly, still panting as she caught her breath. They shared a moment, just looking into each other's eyes before Abigail spoke. "Are you... okay, mom?" Abigail asked. "Oh yes, honey," Rachel breathed as she smiled at her daughter. "I'm wonderful!" Abigail smiled back up at her. "That was so beautiful, sweetie, thank you so much," Rachel said, her hands sliding down and around to cup her daughter's cheeks. Abigail smiled at her and then Rachel pulled her up into a kiss, once again loving the fireworks that went off in her body as she kissed her daughter. When she pulled back from the kiss, Rachel looked into her daughter's eyes. It was almost painful how beautiful she was. "Now I want to make you feel good," she said. "Would you like that?" Abigail nodded sweetly. Rachel then slowly slid her arms up her daughter's back to the clasp of her bra. She kept her eyes on her daughter's, looking for any signs of hesitation or discomfort but didn't detect a single trace of either. Besides, she just loved looking into her daughter's eyes. She could do it all day. Rachel slowly unclasped her daughter's bra and brought her hands around to Abigail's shoulders, where she gently pulled her bra straps down, sliding them down her arms. Rachel's eyes lit up when she looked down at her daughter's young breasts. They were small, but absolutely beautiful with soft, smooth skin all around, topped by the most adorable pink nipples she'd ever seen. Her eyes moved back to Abigail's, where she found her daughter searching her face for something - undoubtedly approval. "Oh Abby," Rachel said. "They're absolutely perfect." The corners of Abigail's mouth curled upwards, clearly happy that her mother liked her breasts. Rachel leaned forward and kissed her daughter softly and sweetly on the lips, waiting for Abigail to sigh into her. When she did, Rachel opened her mouth, indicating her daughter to do the same, and they kissed a little harder as Rachel dipped her tongue into her daughter's mouth. They kissed again, their passion growing, as Rachel leaned into her daughter, causing Abigail to place her hands behind her on the bed to balance herself. Rachel kept going, moving into her daughter until Abigail was lying back on the bed. Rachel continued to kiss her sweetly and lovingly as Abigail got comfortable on the bed. Rachel felt wonderful hovering over her daughter like this, kissing her soft, sweet lips, letting her relax while she took control. She realized she was in the exact position she'd fantasized about being in with another woman or girl, and now she was right here with her own daughter. She kissed her daughter over and over, feeling herself get hotter and hotter. She hoped Abigail was as hot as she was. Gently, she moved her left hand up along her daughter's arm, then across to her chest where she slid her hand along the side of her daughter's breast. She stretched out her thumb, feeling for her daughter's nipple, and when she found it she was delighted to find that it was tight and hard. Abigail gasped when she touched it. Rachel then trailed her mouth along her daughter's cheek, then to just underneath her ear, where she kissed gently and softly. Abigail's breath was audible as she exhaled heavily and hotly, her hands going up to her mother's arms and squeezing gently. Rachel couldn't help but smile to herself. She'd always wanted to do this to a girl and was loving the reaction she was getting from her daughter. Rachel trailed her kisses down her daughter's soft neck, loving the heavy breathing that continued from her daughter's beautiful throat. Rachel continued trailing kisses down until she got to the top of her daughter's young breast. She then rose up, looking up at her daughter until Abigail met her gaze. As soon as their eyes locked, Rachel dipped her head down, wrapping her lips around her daughter's soft, young nipple, and sucked gently, sliding her tongue across it. "HHHHHHHhhhHHHHH!!" Abigail gasped, arching her back as the sensation overwhelmed her. Rachel slid her hands up the sides of her daughter's body as she sucked her nipple, caressing her softly. After several long seconds of soft, gentle sucks, Rachel kissed her way to her daughter's other nipple and wrapped her lips around it as well, sucking it just like she did the first one. The breathing and gasping that came from her daughter's mouth was beautiful music to Rachel's ears. Rachel took her time, savoring the softness of her daughter's skin in and around her mouth, and especially the tightness of her beautiful nipples against her lips and tongue. If Abigail's nipples were as sensitive as Rachel's were, Rachel knew she was driving her daughter absolutely wild right now. And she was in no rush to stop doing that. She alternated between nipples for a few minutes, making sure she was getting her daughter as heavily worked up as she could. Then, slowly, she began kissing her way down her daughter's beautifully smooth middle, and then down her abdomen. When she reached her daughter's pantyline, she stopped and rose up slightly. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at her daughter's panties. There was a dark wet spot right in the center, clearly visible against the already dark blue color. Abigail's abdomen sucked in and out as she lay there panting, clearly worked up. As Rachel breathed, she could already smell her daughter's scent even through her panties, and it only charged her more. Rachel's eyes moved up to meet her daughter's while her hands slid down to her pantyline. She looked her daughter in the eyes as she slowly began to roll her panties down, and Abigail looked back, panting with need and desire, and only the slightest hint of nervousness. Rachel's heart pounded with anticipation at seeing her daughter's fifteen year-old sex, and when she had rolled her panties about halfway down her hips, she tugged at them slightly from behind, signaling for Abigail to raise her bottom off the bed. Abigail did so, and Rachel pulled them down over her cheeks as Abigail settled back down, and finally, looking down at her daughter, Rachel pulled them down in front. Rachel's jaw dropped. Abigail wasn't shaved (the thought probably hadn't even occurred to her), and beneath her pillowy soft, dirty blonde pubic hair was the most perfect female sex she'd ever laid eyes on. She was puffy and swollen, her outer lips parted slightly to reveal her inner pink folds pushing through, and the lower third of her slit was covered in a glossy sheen of fluids. Even as Rachel pulled her daughter's panties away, a thin strand of wetness stretched from the base of Abigail's lips to the center of her wet panties. For the first time, Rachel realized how aroused and turned-on her daughter had been by everything they'd done so far. Until this point, Rachel was slightly concerned about Abigail's nervousness being an issue, but she needn't have worried. That was abundantly clear now. However nervous Abigail had been, her arousal had far, far exceeded it. She was clearly enjoying everything they were doing, and that made Rachel hotter than ever. Rachel looked back up at her daughter, feeling her entire body burn with lust and passion. Abigail still looked a little nervous, but the rest of her body said otherwise. Rachel, keeping her eyes on her daughter, her body continuing to burn for her, pulled her daughter's panties lower and lower, leaning back until she got them off her feet and tossed them aside. Abigail's legs were barely parted, so as Rachel leaned forward, she gently placed her hands on her daughter's knees. "Open for me, baby, please," she said, pulling her daughter's knees apart. Abigail opened her legs wide, sparking another jolt of energy through Rachel's body. Rachel now hovered directly over her daughter's hot, glistening slit. The scent emanating from it made her light-headed and delirious with lust. She had dreamed of this moment - of being between a woman's or girl's thighs. And now she was here, and the girl was hot for her. The most beautiful girl in the world. Her own daughter, Abigail. Rachel could hardly contain herself. She looked into her daughter's eyes. Abigail was still panting, looking at her with eagerness, hunger, desire, and even a bit of disbelief, barely able to wrap her head around the fact that this was really about to happen. Rachel knew her daughter had never gone this far with anyone. She could still see the nervousness on her daughter's face, but Rachel knew she wanted it. She took another wonderful breathful of her daughter's hot scent and held her daughter's gaze. "I'm going to make love to you now, okay?" Rachel said. Abigail took another breath. "Okay, mom." The fire that ignited within Rachel at those two words was staggering. She almost felt herself shudder in another orgasm, but knew she had a more important task at hand. So, relishing that fire and her daughter's words, she lowered her head. Rachel could see the insides of her daughter's thighs twitching as she held them open. She could see her daughter's abdomen rising and falling with each heavy breath. For a second, she thought about teasing her even more to work her up, but realized she'd already been teasing her for quite a while. Any more would be bordering on cruel. Besides, Rachel really couldn't wait any longer herself. Rachel brought her face close and inhaled her daughter's wonderful scent one more time. Then she opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and leaned forward. She touched the tip of her tongue right to the base of her daughter's sex, right were it was the wettest, and immediately felt her daughter's fluids coat the tip of her tongue. She felt Abigail flinch, and then began to slowly drag the tip of her tongue up through her daughter's soft, delicate folds, painting them with her wetness from below as well as her own saliva, and up toward her daughter's clit. As soon as she started to drag her tongue, Rachel heard her daughter gasp sharply and grab handfuls of the sheets, her whole body twitching and trembling. By the time she made it to her daughter's clit, Abigail was gasping heavily, her entire body tense and twitching. Rachel, slightly concerned, rose her head. Abigail looked like she didn't know what hit her. Rachel couldn't help it. She had to smile. "Are you okay?" she asked. Abigail panted, nodding slightly. "I d-didn't know you were g-gonna do THAT!" she said, her body still twitching. Rachel almost giggled. She just assumed her daughter knew about oral sex. But perhaps she shouldn't have. "Did it feel good?" she asked. Abigail's eyes went big and she nodded firmly. This time Rachel did giggle. She had never had that done to her, but she could imagine it felt pretty incredible. "Would you like me to do it again?" Abigail panted a few more times. "Okay," she finally said, readying herself by grabbing handfuls of the sheets again. Rachel then settled back down between her daughter's legs again and drank in the sight of her gorgeous, wet pussy. She smiled as she looked at it, then her eyes went up to meet her daughter's. Abigail was tense and wide-eyed, staring down at her mother between her legs, awaiting her next move. Rachel thought it was beautiful and sexy. Rachel then opened her mouth and leaned in for her second taste of her daughter's sex. She licked up her daughter's slit again, feeling Abigail tense up and twitch yet again, but not as heavily as the first time. She probably knew what to expect this time and was ready for it, Rachel figured. But that only made Rachel want to go further, hoping to get her daughter back to that place again. She licked her daughter's sex again and again, pulling juices up from the base to slide all the way up her folds and along her clit. Her daughter tasted wonderful - the perfect complement to the way she smelled. She was sweet and ever so slightly tangy, and Rachel couldn't get enough. As Rachel licked, she could feel Abigail tense again and again, her breathing getting longer and heavier. She heard something hit the mattress and when she looked up, she saw that Abigail had thrown her head back and was staring at the ceiling, panting heavily, her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each breath. The sight thrilled her and made her lick harder, pressing more of her tongue to her daughter's sex. Just then, Abigail's head flipped back up and she looked down at her mother, their eyes locking for the first time while Rachel's tongue was on her. The sight of her daughter looking down at her while her tongue was caressing her vagina caused an instant thrill in Rachel's body, and it seemed to in Abigail's as well. As soon as their eyes made contact, Abigail's brow twisted up and her lower body tightened, her hips involuntarily pushing upward into her mother's mouth. "Unh!" Abigail squeaked. It was deliriously hot. Rachel clamped her mouth over her daughter's sex, determined to give her the best feeling possible. She swirled her tongue around and licked up against her daughter's clit with the flat of her tongue again and again. Everything was so wet - she couldn't tell if it was her saliva or Abigail's juices. It was probably both, she decided, and swallowed, then swallowed again, thrilled at the idea of consuming her daughter's fluids. "Unh!!" Abigail squealed, louder this time, her hips thrusting more firmly into her mother's face. Rachel licked faster, concentrating on her daughter's clit. Judging by the way Abigail was twitching and grunting, she knew it wouldn't be long. She licked faster still, brushing her tongue across her daughter's clit again and again. "Unh!! Oh... Muh... Muh... MOM! Oh MOM!" Abigail cried, her hips bucking up into her mother's face. Rachel practically came herself at the sound of her daughter crying out for her at her impending orgasm. She focused on her daughter's clit, licking as hard and fast as her tongue would allow. "Unh! Oh, Mommy!! Unh! Unh!! UNHHH!!" Abigail squealed, thrusting her hips hard into her mother's face as her body tensed and began to shake. Hard. There was no mistaking it. This was her daughter's orgasm. Rachel had made her daughter come. The realization alone caused her body to shudder slightly. Her tongue went into overdrive, licking even faster. She wanted to make sure her daughter's orgasm was as heavy and intense as possible. "HHHHhhhHHH! HHHHHhhhHHHHH!! Oh God!" Abigail cried, panting heavily, her entire body trembling. Her hips relaxed briefly, then thrust back up into her mother's face. "Oh God, oh God!" she cried again, her hips tensing hard again, her head shooting up to look down at her mother. Rachel kept licking furiously, having no intention of letting her daughter come down this soon. She locked eyes with her daughter, watching Abigail's face tense even heavier, her brow furrowing tightly. "Oh God! Mommy! Oh God -- UUNNNNNNHHHH!!" Abigail cried out, bursting into a second orgasm. Rachel couldn't describe the incredible sensation that rushed through her at the knowledge that she had made her daughter come a second time. It was pure bliss. She wanted to make her daughter come forever. Rachel leaned forward, clamping her mouth over her daughter's entire sex, caressing her little girl's clit with her tongue as Abby's juices flowed into her mouth. Abigail thrashed and shook on the bed, a symphony of beautiful noises gushing from her throat, both airy and vocalized. Rachel closed her eyes and savored the sensations of her daughter's slick flesh against her tongue, the taste of her daughter's fluids in her mouth, the sounds coming from her daughter's throat, and the jerking, bucking, and trembling of her daughter's hips against her face. She knew she would remember this moment forever. Rachel didn't know how many orgasms her daughter had, but after another minute or so, she felt like her tongue and jaw were going to cramp up and freeze that way. So she gradually slowed her movements, pausing several times to swallow as her mouth filled with fluids, and watched her daughter's gasping and trembling slowly subside. Rachel pulled back from her daughter's sex and looked down at it. Her lips were open, exposing her bright pink inner labia, and there was wetness absolutely everywhere. Improbably, it looked even more beautiful now than it did before Rachel went to town on it. Rachel couldn't help but smile to herself, savoring the taste of her daughter's sweet juices still in her mouth. Then she looked up at the rest of her daughter - naked, limp, and panting, her face, neck, and chest flushed, her eyes half-lidded as she recovered from what Rachel hoped was the most intense experience of her life. She was so perfect-looking, Rachel wanted to hold this in her memory forever. Rachel crawled up and lay down next to her daughter, reaching over to brush a few strands of hair out of her face. She smiled at her and Abigail smiled back. Rachel's heart melted at the sight. Rachel was about to say something - probably along the lines of asking her how that was - when Abigail leaned in toward her, surprising Rachel. Rachel hadn't wiped her face yet and she could still feel a good portion of it covered with Abigail's juices. Surely Abigail didn't want to kiss her like this! Rachel instinctively leaned back a few inches, her hand going to her cheek to wipe away the wetness. "My mouth, I --" she stared. "I don't care," Abigail said, and closed the gap between them, covering her mother's mouth with her own, prying her lips open, and sliding her tongue into her mouth. Rachel's eyes widened in shock, surprised at her daughter's directness. But as soon as she felt her daughter's tongue in her mouth, Rachel sighed, relaxing her body, and deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into her daughter's mouth as well. The fact that her daughter was kissing her while her fluids were still all over her face and in her mouth was unexpectedly hot and Rachel found herself quickly reveling in it, kissing her daughter as deeply as she could, feeding her the juices that had just come from her vagina. Rachel was surprised at how hot this kiss was making her. As if kissing her daughter wasn't hot enough, somehow kissing her right after she had come in her mouth many times over was nothing short of mind-blowing. Rachel felt her entire body burn and her clit throbbed and ached like never before. When Abigail pulled back from the kiss to look into her mother's eyes, both of them were gasping for air. "Wow!" Rachel exclaimed, still a bit surprised at her daughter's passion. "I - *ahem,*" she paused, having to clear her throat, "I take it you enjoyed that then!" Abigail broke into a wide grin. She looked like she was going to burst into giggles. And then she did. Rachel joined her. "Yes," Abigail finally got out. "That's a pretty safe assumption!" Rachel giggled some more. She desperately needed some relief. She couldn't believe how hot she was. But still, she wasn't sure if her daughter was ready for trying something like that on her, despite how desperately and passionately she wanted her daughter to. Abigail seemed to read her expression and her needs. "I don't think I'm going to be very good at that," she said. Rachel couldn't help but feel disappointed, even though she knew she shouldn't. "It's okay, sweetie, you don't have to--" Abigail cut her off, "But I'm going to try." Rachel looked at her. "Are you sure?" Abigail nodded. "I want to, mom. I want to make you feel good. I'm just... I've just never done anything like that before and I'm not sure if I'm going to be any good. I mean, what you did was..." Abigail trailed off, her eyes rolling back in her head. Rachel felt a twinge of discomfort at her daughter's lack of confidence. She didn't want her daughter comparing herself to her. "Sweetie, I don't want you to think--" But Abigail cut her off again. "Mom, please. Listen to me. I want to try." Rachel suddenly realized she was trying to 'mother' Abby again. She couldn't help it - it was instinct. But this was one instance where she didn't need to do that. Abby was fifteen, and she was now sexually active. Rachel had to let her explore this part of life and gain confidence through experience. Once she realized this, she pushed aside her motherly instincts and let herself return to her role as Abby's lover. She was surprised at how easy this transition was and felt her arousal return - full force. "Okay, sweetie," she said, smiling, feeling her heart rate quicken and a tingle returning to her clit. Abigail then rose up to a sitting position. Rachel lay back on the bed and settled in, getting herself comfortable. It was dawning on her that this was really about to happen. She was really about to experience it. Ever since she was a teenager and saw that photo shoot in her bother's magazine - the very photo shoot that made her cum for the first time - she had wondered what it would feel like. And now she was about to find out. As Rachel watched her daughter crawl down to the end of the bed, she spread her legs. Her heart was beating faster by the second. Abigail looked down at her, and Rachel suddenly couldn't believe how beautiful her daughter was. This gorgeous, sexy teen girl was actually going to lick her pussy for the first time. It still almost seemed like a dream - probably because she had dreamt about this moment for years. Rachel reached down to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, rolling them down her hips for her daughter. Immediately, she felt the cool air on her very wet sex and blushed slightly, self-conscious of how wet she was in front of her daughter. She pulled her panties up and off her feet, and settled back down as Abigail looked at her. "Oh mom," Abigail sighed, her eyes resting on her mother's sex for the first time. "You're... you shaved!" Rachel smiled with relief that her daughter decided to comment on her pubic hair rather than her wetness. She thought she was being silly for feeling this way, but she couldn't help it. "Do you like it?" she asked. "It's... it's beautiful," Abigail said. "I... I only wish I'd done that for you." "Oh sweetie," Rachel said. "You're perfect as you are." Abigail smiled at her. Then she leaned down and hovered over her mother's sex. Rachel felt her heart pound as she looked at her daughter's face only inches from her sex. It was an almost surreal sight to see Abigail like this, and Rachel was shocked at how aroused it made her. Abigail made eye contact with her, then looked down at her pussy. Rachel braced herself. She watched as Abigail slowly opened her mouth. She could feel her daughter's hot breath on her and it gave her goosebumps. Then she watched as her daughter's delicate tongue slid out of her mouth, and then suddenly heavenly warm wetness was caressing her slit. It was a single lick, slow and wet, from the middle of her pussy to the top, and Rachel's jaw dropped open. It was beautiful. Suddenly Rachel realized she was sucking air in and out of her mouth. Abigail looked up at her and grinned. "Feels pretty good, huh?" she said. Rachel nodded emphatically, unable to find any words. "Just wait," Abigail said. It was clear from her tone that she was already gaining confidence. And then Abigail was back between her legs, and Rachel felt her daughter's tongue on her once more. This time it was slower and more prolonged as Abigail caressed her folds gently and sweetly with her tongue. Rachel felt her eyes flutter closed as she sucked in a breath of air, feeling her legs, shoulders, and stomach twitch involuntarily. It was unbelievable. She now fully understood the expression on that girl's face in the magazine she'd seen all those years ago. This was absolutely wonderful. She didn't think pleasure could get any more perfect than this. Abigail's tongue was so soft and wet it felt like pure magic against her. She didn't even mean to, but she found herself moaning. It was completely involuntary. It was like Abigail's tongue had a direct line to her vocal chords and it was she, not Rachel, who was controlling them. The sensation was absolutely beautiful. And then Rachel opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of her gorgeous fifteen year-old daughter between her legs, mouth against her pussy. She gasped sharply, feeling a powerful jolt of erotic energy at the sight. Her hands gripped the sheets as Abigail's tongue swirled around and across her clit, causing Rachel's eyes to close again and her head to roll back. "Oh my God," Rachel gasped breathily. She could feel heat everywhere down there. Heat radiated from Abigail's face, neck, and shoulders, and especially her breath. Her daughter's sweet breath against her clit and folds was almost as magical as her tongue, as it intensified the sensations down there. But it was Abby's tongue - her sweet, wonderful, beautiful wet tongue - that was the real highlight. Her tongue was soft, wet, and slightly bumpy as it caressed and pushed her folds around. Abigail was taking her time, slowly and gently licking, keeping an almost constant contact with her mother's sex. Rachel couldn't believe how soft and wonderful it all felt - not anywhere near as intense as she thought it would be - just a soft, smooth, beautiful sensation that allowed her arousal to gradually and slowly build. She found herself involuntarily rotating her hips around and slightly upward into her daughter's mouth. She didn't think Abigail needed to do anything else. All she had to do was keep doing exactly what she was doing over and over, and Rachel would be able to come. And it would be incredible. But Abigail didn't keep doing this over and over. After about three minutes of wonderful soft, wet, licking, just when Rachel felt like her climax was approaching, Abigail pulled back. Rachel raised her head and looked down at her daughter, who seemed to be repositioning herself, lying flat against the bed. They made eye contact and Abigail smiled at her, sending another jolt of arousal through Rachel. And then Abby leaned back in. This time her tongue was firmer. Rachel's jaw dropped as she licked, and then Abby sped things up, licking faster and flicking her tongue. "Oh! Oh my God!" Rachel gasped. THIS was more intense! Rachel's muscles tightened and she gripped the sheets with her hands. The sensation was still soft, not like her fingers, but far more intense than it had been - almost like a wildly intense form of tickling. And Abigail kept doing it over and over and over. Rachel sucked in breath after breath of air, holding her head up, tense, straining, as she looked down at her daughter between her legs. Abigail looked up at her and their eyes met. Abigail held eye contact with her mother as she licked faster and faster, her eyes burning with lust. Rachel had never seen such sexuality and determination in her daughter's eyes and it caused a terribly strong jolt to course through her. It was almost as if her daughter was telling her, with just her eyes, to come. "Oh! Oh my God!" Rachel panted as she felt her body rise higher and higher. "Oh Abby! Abby! Oh yes, baby, yes!!" She realized it was the first time she called her daughter 'baby' in a sexual way and it thrilled her. Abigail held eye contact with her as she licked faster still, leaning into the juncture between her mother's legs. Rachel's legs were twitching and jerking, her stomach tensing and tightening, as she felt everything rise. Abigail then leaned forward further, sealing her sweet mouth around her mother's sex, sucking and pulling on Rachel's clit with her lips as she continued to flick it with her tongue. "UNH!" Rachel cried. Her hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets. Her body twitched and jerked. This was it. She was going to come into her daughter's mouth. She looked down into Abigail's eyes as she felt her daughter's tongue push her over the edge. "AAHH-- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she cried, bursting into orgasm as her hips bucked into her daughter's face. It was shockingly powerful. The sight of her daughter's eyes looking up at her from between her legs as she came was hotter than she could have ever imagined. Rachel's hips twitched, jerked, and shook against her daughter's face as her mind reeled. It was easily the hardest, heaviest orgasm of her life, and it showed no signs of stopping any time soon. In fact, if anything, Abigail's tongue seemed to be working even faster, pushing Rachel to even further heights of wonderfully intense pleasure. "HHHHH!! HHHHhhhHHHHHH!! HHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" Rachel groaned, feeling a second orgasm overwhelm the already incredible first one. She still hadn't broke eye contact with her daughter and she wasn't about to. This was beyond hot - looking into her daughter's eyes as she came, Abigail munching away wetly at her clit, sending her to realms of pleasure she never knew possible. The faster Abigail licked, the harder Rachel's hips jerked, and the more she came, as Rachel began losing track of her orgasms. Her eyes squeezed shut as her jaw dropped open - the sensation was now getting too intense. Her clit had gone through the wringer and was now starting to ache. "HHHaaah-- HHhhaahhhH!" she panted, jerking her hips back, away from her daughter's mouth. "Oh! Oh my God!" Abigail paused, looking worried. "Are... are you okay?" she asked. Rachel nodded as she fell back to the bed. "Just... really... sensitive!" she panted. "Just gimme a sec!" Rachel lay there, clamping her hand to her forehead and staring at the ceiling as she panted over and over, catching her breath and letting her clit recover from the wonderful oral assault it just received. All she could think was that her daughter had just made her come. With her mouth. Her sweet Abigail. Oh God, it was still a powerfully arousing thought. And it had been... oh God, it had been the most incredible sexual experience of her life. By far. Nothing had ever come close to this. The longer she lay there and the more she thought about this, the more her heart began to swell with love for her daughter. Her breathing gradually returning to normal, she mustered her strength and lifted her head to look at her daughter. Abigail was still sitting there at the end of the bed, looking at her, waiting for some sign from her. Rachel extended her arms and smiled warmly. "Come here, baby," she said. Abigail smiled and crawled up her mother's body, lying down on top of her. Rachel couldn't help but notice how absolutely wonderful her daughter's soft, naked body felt against her own. Rachel wrapped her arms around her daughter's back and smiled up at her. Her daughter's face was warm, smiling, and glistening with her juices. Rachel leaned up and kissed her sweet lips. As Rachel felt her daughter's soft, wet lips against her own, she thought she could lay like this forever. She sighed deeply into the kiss, reveling once again in the sensation of her daughter's lips on her own. It was Abigail who broke the kiss, smiling and looking down into her mother's eyes. "Did you like that?" she asked. Clearly she was curious about her performance, especially since it was her first time doing anything sexual with another person. "Oh my God, yes," Rachel said sincerely. "I loved it. It was better than anything I've ever felt before." "Really?" Abigail asked, with a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Yes, really," Rachel said. She almost went on to her daughter about how she never felt anything like that with her father, but then thought maybe that was too much information for Abigail. Instead, she thought she should be as honest as possible and speak from the heart. "For years, I've dreamt about being with a girl. I've even dreamt about being with you." She watched as Abigail's eyebrows rose at this, but she kept going. "And I can honestly say this was more than anything I could have hoped for. I've never felt anything so incredible. I don't know how you did it, but you clearly have a knack for this type of thing." With that, she grinned at her daughter. Abigail bit her lip as she smiled, clearly flattered by her mother's words. It was adorable. And then, still smiling, Abigail's expression shifted slightly. "You... dreamt about being with me?" Rachel felt herself blush as she nodded. "Once or twice," she said, although it was far more than that. Abigail's eyebrows rose slightly. "Before or after I came home from youth camp?" Rachel tensed slightly. Sometimes it was frustrating how sharp Abigail could be. "Well, definitely after," she said and then paused. She had to be honest. "And maybe a little before, too," she said with a hint of guilt in her voice. Abigail's eyes widened. "Mom!" she said, but it was clear she wasn't really mad. "What?" Rachel said. "You're beautiful!" She hoped that would be an adequate explanation, even though she knew her daughter probably wouldn't buy it entirely. "Are you telling me you never thought about me like that before?" she said, hoping to shift the attention away from her. Now it was Abigail's turn to blush. "I... well, I mean... It's - it was different. I didn't... I mean, it's not like I really... I just... I just kind of..." Rachel couldn't help grinning. "Shhhhh, it's okay. You don't have to explain anything. We're here now, and that's all that matters." Abigail bit her lip and a smile began to return to her gorgeous face. "Right?" Rachel said, smiling up at her. "Right," Abigail said, her smile widening and her eyes sparkling. God, how Rachel loved that smile. She reached up and tucked Abby's hair behind her left ear. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on," she said. Abigail blushed, clearly flattered. "You're beautiful too, mom. Both inside and out." Rachel's smile grew, feeling her heart swell. She couldn't believe she was here like this. Alone with her daughter, both completely naked, after having sex with each other. She looked into her daughter's eyes, then down at her sweet lips, then back into her eyes. She had to kiss her. Her hand cupped the side of her daughter's face and brushed her cheek with her thumb. Abigail's smile faded and she leaned down to meet her mother's lips in a soft, warm, loving kiss. Rachel wrapped her arms around her daughter, sighing into the kiss. It felt so good and so right kissing her daughter like this. She felt Abby's warmth all over her body, from her lips to her breasts to her belly to, yes, even between her legs. Her daughter's body felt so good against her own she never wanted it to leave. She also didn't want this kiss to end. And apparently neither did Abigail. After several seconds their lips were still firmly joined. Several seconds turned into several breaths. And even when Abby broke the kiss for a brief second to suck in some air, she immediately went back in, gripping her mother's lips with her own. When Rachel knew Abigail wasn't going to pull away any time soon, her body heat rose considerably. She felt her nipples tighten and almost immediately felt Abby's nipples tighten in return against her own soft flesh. It was clear that Abby still wanted more and that thrilled Rachel, causing her to slide her hands across her daughter's back and kiss her deeper still. Their lips caressed and slid across each other in countless combinations, much like they had when they first arrived in the hotel room, but now with greater confidence and passion. Rachel didn't exactly have a clear plan for what they would do next - they had already done the most obvious thing she could think of as a sexual act between two women. Now it was uncharted territory for her - they would just have to go with the flow and see where their bodies and passions would take them. But for now, Rachel was content to keep kissing her daughter like this, feeling her body on top of hers, their breasts crushed together, feeling each other's breaths rise and fall together, as Rachel's hands caressed her daughter's beautifully smooth skin. She found herself in no hurry. It was wonderful just taking their time like this, doing what felt good for as long as they wanted - something she never got to experience with James. Every time their kiss broke, Rachel could smell her daughter's breath as it caressed her face, and it was sweet and sexy. There was still a strong element of her own sex mixed in with Abby's natural aroma, and she was surprised at how much smelling herself on her daughter's breath was turning her on. She could only hope her own breath was turning Abigail on just as much. All this kissing and heavy bodily contact was getting Rachel pretty worked up and she was beginning to feel the need for more intense stimulation - something that would lead to a release. She slid her hands down her daughter's back with the intention of gently patting her butt and signaling for her to get up, but something changed when she got there. Rachel's hands slid over her daughter's perfectly smooth, perfectly soft skin and over the surprisingly round mounds of her butt cheeks, and she felt compelled, instead of patting them, to squeeze them. This elicited a moan from her daughter and a gentle rocking of her hips. Rachel was surprised, not only at how good her daughter's soft cheeks felt in her hands, but how that little rocking of her hips gently pressed their sexes together. Suddenly Rachel had completely lost interest in having her daughter get up. Instead, she spread her legs wider apart, allowing her daughter's hips to settle more squarely between them. Rachel could feel her daughter's pubic hair gently tickling the skin above her mound, and she could clearly feel an intense heat radiating from between her daughter's legs, even though their sexes weren't quite touching. She knew it wouldn't take much to get them to though, and the thought of her daughter's sex pressing and crushing against her own was fantastically hot. Rachel, hands still on her daughter's bottom, pressed down just as she angled her own hips slightly upward. Hot, moist folds crushed against her own, and she and her daughter moaned together involuntarily. The feeling was incredible and they both knew it. Again, Rachel pressed down on her daughter's butt, but this time Abigail took the hint and flexed her cheeks together tightly, pressing herself down against her mother. "Mmmmph!" the women both moaned together into their kiss. Rachel was surprised at the moisture down there as their open lips collided. She, of course, was still wet, not only from her heavy series of orgasms only minutes ago, but also from plenty of Abigail's saliva which still coated the majority of her vulva. It had been longer since Abby's orgasm, however, and while she was a bit stickier than Rachel, there was still considerable dampness all around her sex. The sensation was wonderful and only increased Rachel's arousal further still as Abby continued to press down against her. Rachel had to admit it felt a little strange - this wasn't something she'd ever expected to be doing with another girl, as it felt a little bit like missionary sex with a man. But she wasn't with a man, she was with her beautiful daughter Abigail, and somehow this made all the difference in the world. While it did feel a little strange, it was also strangely and thrillingly hot - the idea that she was having missionary sex with her own daughter. And so far, it was far better than anything she'd experienced with James. All of this was wildly hot and Rachel felt like she wasn't getting enough oxygen from her nose alone. Abigail seemed to sense this as well as they broke the kiss, Abigail raising her head to look down into her mother's eyes as they panted hotly, gasping for breath. As Rachel looked up at her daughter, she could see that Abigail's expression was slightly tense. At first she thought it was the effort Abby was putting into the prolonged thrusts that caused their sexes to crush together, but she quickly recognized it as a questioning look. Without saying it, Abigail seemed to be asking her mother if this was okay and what she wanted. Clearly this wasn't something Abigail expected to be doing either and she needed some reassurance or confirmation. There was no question in Rachel's mind. She couldn't think of anything hotter than having sex with her daughter like this - face to face, their naked bodies against each other, their sexes wetly kissing with each thrust. "Yes," Rachel said, nodding. "Keep going - just like this." And just then, Abigail propped herself up on her arms, raising her upper body slightly and angling her hips even more downward between her mother's legs. Then, without any hesitation, she began to thrust into her mother, grinding her sex against Rachel's, smearing their sticky, slick fluids together and across their folds. "AH!" Rachel gasped, her jaw dropping open. This was unbelievable! She instinctively spread her legs wider still, bending her knees up slightly and allowing her daughter complete access to her wet, throbbing sex. Rachel was completely unprepared for the level of control Abigail assumed and she was shocked at how hot it made her. Looking up into her daughter's face, she still saw the same sweet, beautiful girl she'd always known, but there was a determination and a passion in her eyes she'd never seen before... except when Abigail had been looking up at her from between her legs moments ago. Rachel splayed her body out, letting her daughter ride and grind on her, feeling their folds slide back and forth and their clits graze against each other. It was powerful and wildly sexy, and Rachel knew she would come, and come hard. She ran her hands from her daughter's butt up along her back, around her shoulders, then down to her arms, which she gripped firmly as her daughter thrust into her. They were both panting and the bed was creaking. Rachel could see her daughter's small, firm breasts bouncing and jiggling with each thrust, and she couldn't help but look at them, feeling herself get hotter still. She knew her own breasts were jiggling as well, and when she looked back into her daughter's eyes, she caught Abigail staring at them. Abigail bit her lip, making eye contact with her mother again, and it only took a few seconds of them looking into each other's eyes before neither could resist and they both leaned in to kiss. Rachel couldn't believe how sexy it was kissing her daughter while their bodies jerked back and forth in the primal rhythm of sex, and suddenly that thought completely consumed her mind. 'I am having sex with my daughter. We are having sex.' She could feel it everywhere - the jerking motion of their bodies, the contact of their lips, the heat and force of their breaths, the bounce of their breasts as they collided, nipples grazing each other, and of course the wet juncture of their pussies, grinding their sopping folds together and creating incredible pressure on their clits. It was all too much and she felt her orgasm rise much quicker and more forcefully than she expected. She gasped sharply, signaling her climax, and quickly reached down to grab both of her daugher's butt cheeks, squeezing them tight and pushing them into her as hard as she could. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm-HHMMMM-HHMMM-HMMMMMMMMMmmmmm-HMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhh!" Rachel wailed, her lips still pressed tightly to her daughter's as she shook heavily in orgasm. Rachel could feel her daughter's cheeks tense tightly in her hands as her little girl bucked forward once, then twice, then dissolved into a series of shudders herself. Rachel grunted as she felt her daughter's climax, and shuddered again, gripping her butt tight, groaning heavily at the knowledge that they were cumming at the same time. "HHmmmmph! HHhmmmmph! Hhmmmmmphhh!" they panted into each other's mouths as Abigail continued to grind and jerk her hips against her mother, dragging out their orgasms as long as possible. Rachel was surprised at how wet everything felt down there and gripped her daughter's butt harder, loving the feeling of her tight cheeks flexing and hardening again and again as she thrust. Despite how glorious this all was, they both needed more oxygen desperately, and they finally broke their kiss, gasping and panting heavily over and over as Abby rested her forehead against her mother's, barely able to keep herself upright on her arms. Abigail swiveled her hips, grinding gently into her mother once, then twice as her breathing broke rhythm, causing Rachel to arch her back at the sensation, and then Abigail's strength gave out, collapsing against her mother in a sweaty, panting heap. Rachel never felt closer and more in love with her daughter than she did at this moment: immediately post-sex (great sex, she might add!) with her daughter's naked, warm body completely against hers, soft breasts heaving and pressing against her own with each heavy breath, their bodies hot and sweaty, and the juncture of their legs sticky and moist. Rachel couldn't help thinking that this - THIS - is how she was meant to bond with her daughter - expressing their love through passion and sexual union, and then holding each other gently in the aftermath, appreciating how beautiful it had all been. They took their time recovering, just feeling the warmth of their bodies against each other and the gentle rise and fall of their breasts with each breath. It was wonderful. And the whole time Rachel couldn't stop thinking about how much she loved her daughter, and how much in love with her she was. Abigail's head was buried in the crook of Rachel's shoulder, and Rachel turned her head toward her daughter's, her lips grazing her ear and cheek. Abigail responded, lifting her head and turning it toward her mother's, meeting her lips in a warm, loving kiss. They kissed several times, softly, gently, lovingly, using the language of kisses to tell each other how much they loved each other. When their lips finally parted, Abigail rested her forehead on her mother's again and smiled at her. Rachel smiled back as she stared at her absolutely gorgeous daughter, wondering whether it was possible to ever love anyone more than she did right now. Abigail kissed her briefly once more, smiled, then kissed her again. It was sweet - staring into each other's eyes, kissing playfully, grinning goofily at each other, both of them on the verge of bursting into giggles. It was just the kind of thing teenagers in love would do. Rachel remembered that her daughter, of course, was a teenager, so she allowed herself to slip into that role as well, the twenty-two years between them melting away, and suddenly she was fifteen also and exploring her newfound love with another girl. She was surprised at how natural it felt. As they played these silly little kissing games, Rachel began tracing her fingers along her daughter's back, gently caressing her and eliciting subtle little reactions from her daughter. Abigail would twitch, or giggle, or shift her body gently to the side. But they always maintained eye contact and grinned goofily like little schoolgirls. After a few more minutes of playing these games, Abigail rested her head down against her mother's shoulder. Rachel held her and sighed. This was so nice. As Rachel's mind wandered, she still couldn't get over how amazing what they'd just done was, and how much it had excited her. "I can't believe how amazing you are," Rachel said softly. Abigail seemed surprised. "Me?" she asked. "Yes you," Rachel said, reaching down to give her daughter's butt a little squeeze. Once again, she was surprised at how much she enjoyed the feel of it in her hands. Abigail lifted her head up. "Why?" she said, smiling. Rachel's eyebrows rose. Surely Abby knew what she was talking about. Did she really have to spell it out for her? "What you... what we just did..." Rachel went on, hoping she would catch the drift. Abigail just smiled at her, biting her lip. "That was pretty freaking incredible," Rachel said. Finally Abby broke into giggles. It was clear she felt the same way. "I was hoping you'd like it," she said when her giggles died down. Rachel was still amazed. "Where did you get the idea to do that?" Abigail just shrugged as she blushed. "You said you wanted me to keep going, so I did. I just did what... I thought would feel good." Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head. If Abigail could pull off stuff like that for her first time, Rachel nearly melted at the thought of what more experience would do for her. "I am so lucky to have you," Rachel said, looking back at her daughter again. Abigail smiled. "I'm lucky to have you too, mom." They kissed again, and Abigail laid her head down against her mother's shoulder. "Mom?" Abigail said. "Yes, honey?" "Do you think we could go out shopping all day again?" Rachel grinned. "Absolutely, sweetie. As often as possible." ************************************************ Author's note: There will be a part 3, but it will be shorter and just an extension of the hotel scene.