Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2019 17:58:45 -0700 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Rachel & Abigail - Part 3 RACHEL & ABIGAIL Part 3 Rachel felt her daughter smile against her shoulder and she reached down again to her daughter's butt, sliding her hand across it, admiring its shape before giving it a squeeze. Again, she took note of how good it felt to do this - Abigail's butt was wonderfully squeezable. "That feels nice," Abigail said, a smile clearly evident in her voice. Rachel was happy to hear this. "I'm glad," she said, "because I enjoy doing it." With that, she reached down now with both hands and cupped her daughter's cheeks, squeezing them firmly. Abigail giggled. Rachel was loving this. "You just have a really, really nice bottom," she said, still squeezing her daughter's cheeks. "I do?" Abigail asked, raising her head again to look at her mother. "Uh-huh," Rachel said, nodding. "It was really cute when you were little, but I haven't seen it in years since you usually wear dresses or skirts." Abigail just grinned at her mother, a look of flattery on her face. Rachel went on. "But now that you're practically grown up, it's... it's really nice," she said, unable to vocalize the more explicit reality, which was that the shape of her daughter's bottom, and especially the feel of it in her hands, turned her on. Even that thought caused her to blush. But it was true, and she hoped that someday she and Abby would be comfortable enough to say such things out loud. But as she lay there thinking about this, she was getting lost once again looking into her daughter's eyes. "I don't know if you realize how beautiful you are," she said. Abigail grinned, a light blush rising to her cheeks. "I feel beautiful when I'm with you," she said. Rachel felt her heart skip a beat. She slid her hands up and down her daughter's body, feeling her smooth, young skin. "You are absolutely perfect in every way," Rachel said. She slid her hands slowly from her daughter's shoulders to her butt and back again, then along her sides from her shoulders, down her ribcage, along her torso and over her hips, then back. She felt herself becoming aroused by the contours of her daughter's young body. For years she had dreamt of exploring the female form, and now she had the most perfect one in existence right on top of her. "There's so much of you I want to explore," Rachel said, feeling her passion build again. There was one particular area of her daughter that she had been curious about, but wasn't sure if this was the right time, or if Abigail would even let her. Abigail paused, looking into her mother's eyes, and there was a moment of deep connection that Rachel sensed immediately. "You can," Abigail said. "All of me." Rachel felt her heart skip a beat as butterflies swarmed her stomach and her clit twitched sharply. Was Abigail saying what Rachel thought she was saying? Rachel moved her arms off her daughter's body. "Sit up," she said. Abigail climbed off her mother's body and sat up on the bed. Rachel pushed herself up to a sitting position, just slightly off center from her daughter. "Don't move," Rachel said. "Stay just like this." Rachel took a second to admire her daughter's body, sitting straight with beautiful form at about a 45 degree angle to hers, and completely naked. Her soft, blond hair slightly tousled from their lovemaking; her slim, delicate neck; her soft, gentle shoulders framing her chest with the most perfect young breasts she'd ever seen; her smooth, flat torso widening out to gently round hips, between which sat the perfectly soft triangular patch of hair above her still swollen mound. Rachel felt her nipples tighten as she drank it all in. Slowly, Rachel moved one hand up, placing her palm gently against her daughter's abdomen, sliding it slowly up over her navel, then up along her torso until she came to the gentle swelling of her daughter's left breast. She gently cupped her daughter's breast in her palm, feeling Abigail pull in a breath. Softly, she squeezed it, brushing her thumb along the flesh and gently across her daughter's nipple, which tightened in response. Slowly, Rachel moved her hand up, tracing her fingers along her daughter's collarbone and then curling her hand over her shoulder and sliding it down her upper arm. She followed the contours of her daughter's arm down to her hand, which rested against her thigh. Rachel slid her hands along her daughter's thigh from her knee up to her hip, gently reaching around to feel the side of her butt, then sliding back. Rachel marveled at how perfect and smooth her daughter's skin was. As much as she'd fantasized about it, she never thought she'd get the opportunity to caress a teenage girl's body, and now that she was, it was just as wonderful as she'd imagined. Of course, it helped that it was her daughter's, and that Abigail was the very definition of sheer beauty. All this gentle caressing of her daughter's perfect skin was getting Rachel incredibly aroused, and she could tell Abigail was too. As Rachel looked into her daughter's eyes, she communicated with her gaze alone how beautiful she thought her daughter was. Abigail sat there, lips parted, breathing deeply. She was nothing short of angelic, Rachel thought. Rachel leaned in, her head at an angle, and placed her open mouth against her daughter's, spreading Abigail's lips with her own and sliding her tongue inside, kissing her daughter softly but deeply. The thrill that rushed through Rachel's body at this kiss was tremendous. Abigail sighed and let her mother's tongue in, kissing her back. As Rachel kissed her daughter deeply, her hand returned to her daughter's body, first to her thigh, then to her hip, up the side of her hip and along her torso. She moved her hand to her daughter's breast again and cupped it, kissing her daughter deeper still as she did. Abigail sighed heavily into the kiss, her breast squeezed firmly by her mother. Rachel slid her hand to her daughter's other breast and cupped it as well, squeezing it first gently, then firmly. After kneading and massaging both of her daughter's breasts, Rachel, still firmly lip-locked with her daughter, slowly slid her hand down Abigail's front, turning her hand so her fingers pointed downward. She descended lower still, and both she and Abigail knew where she was headed. Abigail breathed deeper, readying herself, as Rachel continued to fill her daughter's mouth with her tongue. Rachel's fingers finally slid their way into Abigail's soft pubic hair and lower still, spreading her index and middle fingers apart and sliding them down along each of Abby's open lips. She pressed in, then closed them together, gently pinching her daughter's clit between her fingers. Abby gasped into the kiss, her thighs instinctively tensing, her hips pressing forward into her mother's hand. Rachel gently moved her hand in slow, small circles, pressing her fingertips into her daughter's wet folds and working her daughter's clit between her index and middle fingers. She could feel her daughter's clit swelling between her fingers as she rubbed her, firming up into a good-sized nub. Rachel knew her daughter was fighting to not move. So far her only movement had been the little forward motion of her hips, and of course her tongue sliding back and forth in her mother's mouth. Rachel continued rubbing her daughter like this as she kissed her deeply, listening with pleasure as her daughter's breathing deepened considerably, growing heavier and heavier. With her free hand she reached around and began caressing what she could of her daughter's bottom, rubbing her now both front and back as Abby's breathing increased. Rachel pressed her fingertips inward, dipping them slightly into her daughter's folds. She didn't even have to dip very far before they were coated in her daughter's juices. Rachel knew she was close. All she had to do was pick up the pace slightly and her daughter would be bucking into her hand and screaming into her mouth. So Rachel pulled her hand away and gently pulled back from the kiss. She looked at her daughter panting heavily, flushed from her cheeks down to her chest. Abigail was hot, desperate, and on the verge of orgasm. Rachel made a note to remember this moment forever - how beautiful her daughter looked when aroused and how hot Rachel had been able to make her. "Put your hands here," Rachel said, indicating a spot on the bed in front of Abigail. Abigail, still flushed and panting, leaned forward and did as her mother instructed. Rachel admired her daughter in this position, watching her back rise and fall with each heavy breath. She placed a hand on Abby's warm back and began to slide it downward, finally reaching her bottom and cupping more of it than she could when Abigail had been sitting up. Rachel slid her hands over her daughter's smooth skin for a second before pausing and gently squeezing. "Lift up," Rachel said. There was only the slightest hesitation before Abigail rose her butt off the bed, leaving her on all fours. Rachel now fully slid her hand over her daughter's entire smooth cheek, then the other one, her heart fluttering as she admired her daughter in this position. Rachel couldn't quite explain why, but there was something powerfully arousing about seeing her daughter naked on all fours. Maybe it was that it was a position that Abby would never have gotten into without her mother's instruction. Maybe it's that it was just a little compromising and vulnerable. Whatever it was, it got Rachel wonderfully hot and she took several moments to drink in the sight of her daughter's hanging breasts, her smooth, curved back, and her beautifully round bottom that, at this angle, was just slightly hidden from Rachel's view. So Rachel began to correct that. She rose up on her knees and walked around behind her daughter on the bed, kneeling down to take in the new view. Her stomach tightened and her nipples hardened at the sight now before her. Directly in front of her was her daughter's raised, beautifully round bottom, her wide hips tapering down to her slender thighs. Her knees were slightly parted, and at the juncture of Abigail's inner thighs was her slick, puffy pussy, slightly red from the grinding it had recently done against her mother, inner lips gently poking through. It was absolutely beautiful. But more intriguingly, just above her slick sex and barely visible between her round cheeks was her dark, wrinkly rosebud. The sight, however hidden, thrilled Rachel, especially in this position. Her daughter's words once again clearly flashed through her mind - the words Abigail uttered when Rachel expressed a desire to explore her body: 'You can. All of me.' Rachel felt a powerful fire ignite within her. "Put your head down on the mattress, sweetie," Rachel said. Abigail hesitated only slightly before doing as her mother instructed. Rachel watched with fascination as her daughter's cheeks slowly widened as her head went down, revealing what was between them and fully exposing her small, dark pink pucker to her mother's gaze. While Abigail's pussy had a fair amount of soft, curly pubic hair covering it, Rachel was surprised to see that there was almost none of it around her nether hole. It was tight, wrinkly, and slightly damp from sweat or pussy juice, or both. The sight of it took Rachel's breath away. This was the one part of her daughter she hadn't yet explored, and before a couple minutes ago, wasn't sure she was even going to. But now here it was, and Abigail was bending over, fully exposing it to her view. Somehow this made Abigail even more beautiful to her, and a thrill rushed through Rachel at the notion that her daughter would let her see and explore this part of her. Rachel leaned down a little and inhaled. She didn't know what made her do it - it was almost instinctive. There was a definite aroma that filled her nostrils - slightly musty, but also a distinct sharpness that could only come from that region, mixed in with Abigail's post-orgasmic aromas. Rachel was shocked to feel herself aroused by it, and couldn't help thinking that she probably wouldn't feel this way if it was anyone other than her daughter. Keeping her head close, she bent down further, toward Abigail's pussy, and leaned in. Placing her hand down on the mattress for support, she extended her tongue and pressed it against her daughter's clit, slowly dragging it up through Abby's folds, eliciting a gasp from her daughter. Only she didn't stop there. Rachel continued dragging her tongue upward, over her daughter's perineum, and then over her tight, wrinkled flesh, feeling it suck inward as she did, and hearing yet another, sharper gasp come from her daughter. When Rachel leaned back, she saw that her daughter was tense and gripping the sheets in her fists. It was a wonderfully erotic sight, as she was sure Abby hadn't expected her to do what she did. Abigail's reaction thrilled Rachel, igniting another fire deep within her. Rachel placed her hands on each of her daughter's cheeks and slid them over her beautifully smooth skin. After gently caressing her daughter for a few seconds, she pressed her hands in more firmly and began to pull her daughter's cheeks apart, getting an even better view of her sensitive little pucker. It thrilled her like crazy. "Oh my sweet baby," Rachel breathed, staring at her daughter's most naughty place. "You are so beautiful." She meant it. With an urge she couldn't quite control or understand, she leaned back down, extending her tongue, and began caressing her daughter's tight little star with it. "HHHHHHHHHH!!!" Abigail gasped, tensing up again, gripping handfuls of sheets. Rachel licked around her daughter's tight, hot flesh, thrills coursing through her body at her daughter's reaction. She lapped gently at her daughter's wrinkles, then began tracing the tip of her tongue around them again and again. The taste was earthy, musty, and slightly tangy, but Rachel didn't mind one bit because this flavor belonged to her beautiful daughter who was absolutely perfect in every way. In fact, it almost turned her on more to know that she was tasting her daughter like this, and especially hearing Abby react to it the way she was. "Ah! Ah!! Oh, muh... Oh, muh...! Oh mom! Omigod!" Abigail panted. Rachel couldn't help but smile as she licked. She could only imagine what it felt like, but based on Abigail's reaction, it must be pretty intense. It thrilled Rachel to no end, knowing that she was causing such sensations for her daughter. She wanted to drive her daughter absolutely wild, and so far she figured she was off to a pretty good start. Rachel pulled back and looked down at her daughter's tight little star, glistening with her saliva. It was beautiful. Abigail was panting heavily, her body sagging slightly as she relaxed after having been so tense. But Rachel didn't want her daughter to relax for too long, so she took a second to catch her own breath, then dove back in, sliding her tongue more firmly now over her daughter's tight wrinkles. "AH!" Abigail squealed as she jumped, her body tensing all over again. As Rachel licked, breathing heavily with her tongue extended, she could feel her mouth drying out, and the saliva she had been spreading across her daughter's tight skin was thinning out and becoming sticky. This caused her tongue to feel even more acutely the tight, wrinkly folds of her daughter's skin, and somehow it also released more of her daughter's natural aromas which found their way up her nose and strangely sent a current of energy to her nipples and clit. While this was an interesting and strangely thrilling development, Rachel had other plans in mind. She pulled back slightly, noting her daughter's body going limp again, and gathered up as much saliva as she could in her mouth. It was thick and foamy, but it would have to do. Leaning back down, she pursed her lips and pushed it between them. She couldn't quite bring herself to spit outright, as that was just too dirty, so she got as close as she could and gently blew the thick foam directly onto her daughter's tight wrinkles, causing Abby to flinch. Rachel then extended her index finger and gently began spreading the thick foam around her daughter's tight wrinkles, causing Abby to flinch again. She could tell this was all very intense for her daughter and that she was extremely sensitive right here, so Rachel decided she should ease her daughter into the next step. Continuing to spread her foamy saliva around her daughter's anus, Rachel raised her free hand and placed her fingertips against her daughter's slick, swollen clit and gently began to rub her. Abby exhaled deeply, a gentle moan escaping her lips. "Just relax, sweetie," Rachel said as she rubbed her daughter's clit and anus simultaneously. When Rachel could tell that her daughter's muscles had relaxed somewhat, she stopped rubbing her clit but kept her fingers there, just in case. She wanted her daughter to focus entirely on the sensation she was about to give her. Abby's tight little star was completely covered in Rachel's thick saliva now, and Rachel rested the fore of her index finger right against her daughter's hole. "Now just relax," she said, and pressed forward with her finger, sinking it between her daughter's tight wrinkles. Abigail gasped sharply, her body immediately tensing. She grabbed handfuls of sheets, her eyes squeezing together tight, her teeth gritting together. Rachel felt her own clit throbbing and aching as her finger sank into her daughter's tight backside to the first knuckle. It was so warm and soft, but also wonderfully tight, and the sensation sent currents of arousal throughout Rachel's body. She looked down at her daughter's scrunched, tense face, and applied gentle pressure to her clit with her other hand. Abby's body stayed tense, but her jaw relaxed somewhat, so Rachel pushed her finger in deeper, halfway to the second knuckle. Abby's jaw dropped further, her back arching considerably as her mother's finger invaded her even deeper. Rachel felt a thrill rush through her body as her daughter's body language told her exactly what she was feeling. It was unbelievably erotic. Rachel couldn't help but feel that this was somehow the ultimate sexual act - penetrating someone like this - and she was thrilled to be doing it with her daughter. The focus of Rachel's entire body was the soft yet tight grip of her daughter's flesh around nearly half of her index finger, and it was incredibly thrilling. Rachel held her finger here, letting her daughter get used to the sensation, and pulled her other hand away from Abby's clit. She rested her hand on the mattress for support and then lowered her head down toward her daughter's pussy. Rachel had to twist her finger in her daughter's rectum slightly to make room for her head, which caused Abby to gasp sharply yet again. But now Rachel was right where she wanted to be - her finger in her daughter's bottom and her face right at her pussy. Rachel extended her tongue and began licking at her daughter's swollen clit, causing Abby to gasp yet again and her muscles to tighten around Rachel's finger. Rachel briefly shifted her weight to press her free hand between her legs, giving herself a little rub before placing it down against the mattress again for support. Rachel couldn't believe how hot she was and she hoped she made her daughter at least as hot - hopefully more. Judging from Abby's gasps and pants, and the tight little contractions from her sphincter around Rachel's finger, Rachel figured she was in good shape. Rachel leaned forward further, pressing her tongue - actually, her whole face - against her daughter's damp, puffy folds, and lapped at her daughter's clit, nibbling with her lips. She felt her daughter suck in lungfuls of air as she licked, her body heaving with each breath. Rachel pressed in deeper and pulled Abby's clit into her mouth, sucking on it with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. The gasp Abby gave when she did this gave her thrills. As Rachel licked, she could feel Abby's muscles gripping her finger, squeezing it again and again. Rachel spread her thighs apart for further support and reached her free hand out, sliding it along Abby's body until she found her breast. Rachel grabbed her daughter's breast and squeezed it in her hand as she lapped at her clit and pushed her finger just a little deeper into her daughter's bottom. "Hhhhhaaahh!! Omigod!!" Abigail panted, her body heaving. Rachel knew she was close. She slid her tongue up through her daughter's folds to the entrance of her vagina and stiffened her tongue. Pushing forward, Rachel penetrated her daughter with her tongue, hearing Abby gasp and grip the sheets even tighter. Rachel wriggled her tongue as deeply as she could into her daughter, then she pulled back and thrust back in again. Over and over she pushed her tongue into her daughter, loving that she was penetrating her in two places now. Judging from Abigail's heavy, panting gasps and heaving body, Rachel knew she was approaching the edge. And Rachel was only too happy to push her over. Giving her daughter's breast one last squeeze with her hand, Rachel then slipped her hand between Abby and herself, palm outward, and pressed her fingertips to her daughter's clit, all the while keeping her tongue in her canal and her finger in Abby's bottom. Rachel then began to jerk her hand up and down rapidly with her fingers against Abby's clit. She heard Abby gasp once, gripping bigger handfuls of the sheets, then after the second gasp her body began to tighten. That's when Rachel pushed her finger deeper still into her daughter's bottom, past the second knuckle, and thrust her tongue as far as she could into her pussy. "AAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!" Abby cried, her body tensing and shaking. Rachel felt both of Abby's holes contract around her, squeezing both her tongue and finger tight, just as a burst of fluid poured forth from between her daughter's folds. Rachel was surprised, but also thrilled, as she had hoped something like this might happen. She pulled her tongue from her daughter's vagina, lowering her mouth to catch the fluids as she continued to frig her daughter's clit and press her finger deep in her anus. Abby gasped again, and a second burst of fluids erupted from her, filling Rachel's mouth. Rachel slurped up her daughter's fluids, swallowed, then slurped up some more, as Abby continued to come, her body shaking, twitching, and tensing over and over. Rachel wriggled her finger in her daughter's bottom, loving the feel of Abby's muscles gripping and squeezing it again and again as she came. Abigail's body began to jerk heavily, her hips thrusting out and back, as her orgasms began to subside, pulling her sex away from her mother's rapidly jerking fingers. "Huunnhh! HHhunnnhh!" Abigail whimpered, as this was clearly becoming very sensitive for her. Rachel slurped up the last of her daughter's juices and pulled her head back from her daughter's bent-over form. Her finger was still lodged deeply in her daughter's bottom, however, and she could still feel Abby's muscles contracting tightly around it as she jerked her hips back and forth. Rachel decided to keep it there a little longer, wanting to feel her daughter's tight muscles continuing to grip her finger. When Abigail's body finally stopped jerking and shuddering, and she lay there panting heavily against the sheets to catch her breath, Rachel felt her daughter's muscles return to a relaxed state, save for the occasional sporadic contraction of an aftershock. This is when Rachel decided she would pull her finger out, and she did, sliding it out smoothly and easily with a long, drawn-out sigh from her daughter. Abby stayed in that position with her bottom in the air for only a few more seconds before flopping it over onto the bed as she went fully limp. Rachel sat back on her heels and watched her daughter recover, loving the look on her face of absolute bliss, as this had surely been a pretty powerful orgasm. She also couldn't help bringing her finger to her nose, giving it a light sniff. It was definitely strong and smelled exactly like she thought it would, but somehow knowing this was her daughter's scent gave her a little thrill that surprised her, causing her nipples to stiffen. After a minute or two, Rachel slowly crawled up and began to lie down next to her daughter. As soon as Abigail saw her, her eyes widened considerably. "Mom! You... your..." Abigail sputtered, raising her head and looking down at her mother's chin. Rachel wiped at her chin with her fingers, and they came away covered in wetness. Surprised, Rachel looked down, and there were even trickles of wetness down along her chest. "Oh my! Wow..." Rachel said, surprised she hadn't noticed this before. "Yeah, things did get a little... wet down there," she said with a little smirk. Suddenly Abigail flushed bright red, undoubtedly realizing what had happened. "I'm sorry!" she said, burying her face in her hands. Rachel was confused at first - why should she be sorry? But it was clear that Abby was embarrassed by this. "No, no, don't be sorry!" Rachel said, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It's okay, sweetie, really." But Abigail kept her face in her hands. "I can't believe I... oh God!" she said, still obviously mortified. Rachel almost had to giggle. It really wasn't a big deal to her. "Abby, it's fine! I promise," she said, gently rubbing her daughter's shoulder. "Actually," she said, "I was... kind of hoping for something like that." For the first time, Abigail peeked out at her mother from between her fingers. "You... what?" Rachel felt like she should explain, so she took a deep breath and settled down on the bed. It was confession time. "I, um... I had a feeling you might do that," she said, feeling a slight blush rise to her own cheeks. "What? Really?" Abigail said, obviously confused. Rachel nodded. "Yeah," she said. "I guess I should... confess something." Abigail's brow furrowed deeper in confusion, but at least she pulled her hands away from her face. Rachel felt her cheeks stay warm as she continued. "After you came back from Youth Camp, I was... changing your sheets, and..." She paused just long enough for Abigail's eyes to widen as she put it all together. "Oh my GAWD!" she cried out, burying her face in her hands again. Rachel chuckled. "Abby, will you stop it? I told you it's fine!" Abigail must have realized how silly she was being, so she pulled her hands away, her eyes still shut as she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she said, calming herself down. "It's just... I just never thought..." She paused, then opened her eyes and looked at her mother. "So you've known?? This whole time?!" Rachel bit her lip. "Well, I mean... since I saw your sheets. I mean... I didn't really know why. But I'm pretty sure I do now," she said as she grinned. Abigail sighed, covering her face with her hands gently once again. "It's just so embarrassing," she said. "Why?" Rachel said. "I think it's beautiful. And sexy." "You do?" Abigail asked. "I do," Rachel said. Abigail paused for a few moments, letting this sink in. Her embarrassment seemed to be fading. Then she bit her lip and smirked slightly, looking over at her mother. "That was my first time," she said. Rachel wasn't quite sure what she meant. "Your first time... getting that wet? Or...?" "My first time, like... actually... having a... a..." "Orgasm?" Rachel said, uttering a word she'd never uttered before in front of her daughter. In fact, it was a word she'd only uttered maybe a handful of times in her life, and it still felt a bit strange to say. But she felt like it was progress. "Yeah," Abigail said, grinning. Rachel smiled, feeling a warmth spreading throughout her body. They were actually doing it - they were having a conversation about sex. An explicit conversation! It was wonderful. "Were you thinking about the girls you heard at Youth Camp?" Rachel asked. Abigail's face turned pink as a smile spread across her face. "Yeah," she admitted. Rachel felt a flutter in her chest and a twitching between her legs. There it was - confirmation of what she'd suspected. Her daughter's very first orgasm had been while thinking about two girls having sex. The thought still thrilled and aroused her terribly. "Sweetie, I think that's wonderful," Rachel said, reaching out to caress her daughter's arm. Abigail looked like she wanted to say something, then stopped. Then she seemed to push herself to get it out. "I didn't realize... when I... um, did it... that so much, like, stuff... came out of me. And then when I got up, I was like, 'Oh my God!' so I tried to clean it up as best I could, but it wouldn't all come out. I was hoping it would be all dried up by the time you did the laundry." Rachel smiled. "It was still a little damp when I found it. You must have produced quite a bit!" Abigail squeezed her eyes shut, wincing. "Yeah... I guess I did." "Honey, it's nothing to be ashamed of," Rachel said. "I think it's a sign that your orgasm was really strong and powerful." "It was," Abigail said, the corner of her mouth twisting up. "I bet," Rachel said. "And I could tell that just now it was a really powerful one too." "Yeah," Abigail said, her grin widening uncontrollably. "It was." "So you liked what I did then?" Rachel asked, still a bit uncomfortable talking about 'that particular part' of her daughter, despite how aroused it made her. A light blush returned to Abigail's face. "Yeah," she said, still grinning. "I mean... it was a little weird at first... but then after I got used to it, it felt really, really good." Rachel smiled. "I'm glad," she said. There was a comfortable silence as they looked at each other, smiling and lost in each other's eyes. "Mom?" Abigail finally said, breaking the silence. "Yes, honey?" "Has... has that ever happened to you? What... what I did?" "Well, actually," Rachel said, "sometimes when I'm... taking care of myself... I do get really wet down there. But it's never been anything like what you just did. I don't even know if I can do what you just did." Abigail looked at her mother as the corner of her mouth twisted upwards. "Would... you like to try?" Rachel felt butterflies return to her full force as she looked into her daughter's eyes. She quickly felt a tingling, then a throbbing between her legs. She couldn't believe it. Her beautiful, fifteen year-old daughter, was going to do everything in her power to pleasure her until she came in a gushing orgasm. Her throat caught and she had to swallow to clear it up. She wanted to say there was nothing in the world she would like more. That she would try until her body gave out on her. That she was sure, if they practiced enough, that she would get there. But none of that was able to make it down to her throat. As she looked into her daughter's bright, eager eyes, feeling her clit throbbing like crazy, all she could get out was, "Yes." *********************************************************** THE END