Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 15:09:11 +0000 From: Harley Quin Subject: The Red Dress The Red Dress F/F, Incest By Harleyquin July 2001 Harleyquin_1@hotmail.com I met my boyfriend at school, I had a crush on him for years until finally at the age of 14 I finally plucked up the courage to ask him out. I was totally amazed when he just smiled, asked me what had taken me so long and said sure, after that day I started to date him, a really nice guy. He was my first boyfriend. We did everything together, went everywhere. All was going great in my life, I was getting great grades, had a boyfriend who was the best and I thought a happy family life. All that changed when I was 16 then mom and dad got divorced. This came as a complete shock to me! It totally blew me away as mom and dad had always seemed so happy together, everybody couldn't believe it because they where the kind of couple everybody thought would be together for ever. I came home from school just preparing for my finals and he was there in the kitchen just sitting at the table looking sad. I cannot believe now that I didn't suspect a thing and what came next pulled the rug from under my life. I had always been a lot closer to dad than anybody else in the family, so I walked into the kitchen dropped my school bags and asked him what the matter was. He told me to sit down, so I did. For a moment he just stated at me, then stood up, my belly had a whole load of butterflies in them because I didn't know what the matter was, he broke the tension.. "Love I'm very sorry but I have to leave. Me and your mother are going to put in for a divorce and I'm going to have to leave", he then kissed me on the head and walked out of the door. I was numb, I couldn't think, life had just been turned up on its head. Slowly as feeling returned I simply broke down and wept what seemed like for hours. I didn't know but the worst was yet to come for me as after that day I never saw him again, not even a phone call or letter! He had simply walked out of my life with nothing more than a handful of words. After that day I and mom started to argue and fight. I naturally lashed out, and blamed her for him leaving me, she in turn really started to hate me being with my boyfriend then and she kept telling me to ditch him, but I wouldn't hear about it, I was determined to do the exact opposite of everything she wanted me to do! We started to fight all the time over him. This went on for another three years! She even tried to kick me out of the house one day because of it. Finally it culminated one night in the BIGGEST fight we'd ever got into. It was again over him but I wouldn't stop seeing him... she slapped me, VERY hard, she had never slapped me in my entire life before that night. I was starting to cry so I slapped her back. From there on in the fight got worse and worse. Hair pulling, slapping, biting... you know, basically a really severe cat fight. I got her in a head lock at one point and there was no way of her getting out; that is until she BIT my breast! Now that HURT! As I let go she kept hold with her teeth and twisted my other nipple very very hard... now I've always enjoyed rough breast play but I was totally shocked to find out that I was starting to enjoy what she was doing! We continued to fight without quarter, so I did the same back. Pulling her nipples hard; calling her a "bitch" and "cow", she was calling me a "Slut" and a "whore", you know - the usual stuff... I then wrestled her to the floor, but my hand grabbed her by the crotch. And it was HOT. She was actually getting off on this! After the fight ended we didn't speak for two months. But in that time all I could think about was how sexually excited I had gotten. Night after night my fantasies started to involve her more and more I then started arguing with my boyfriend all the time, very long, nasty fights, nothing physical you understand, just vicious. Until this point we had never even had disagreed with each other, he had even asked me to marry him only a month earlier. Now I have to say that it was my entire fault what happened next as I was giving him a dog's life. I was treating him like something I had stepped in, he kept trying to work things out with me but each time he extended his hand, I would just cut it off. What he didn't realise or know was the tumultuous change I had been going through that year, I was thinking more and more about mom. I was starting to obsess about the woman, it had gotten to the point that when we were having sex I was pretending it was her and not him that was licking and fingering me. Even during penetration I imagined it was her with a strap on. After nine months of almost constant fighting he left. It took me almost a year to build up the courage and a plan to carry my fantasies further. I asked her to go for a nice dinner that evening and to get dressed up. I went out bought a n incredibly expensive red cocktail dress that was quite figure hugging. It was a low square cut top, cut in such a way as to elevate and squeeze my breast, the straps criss-crossed my back, there was a long cut up my right thigh, and on the left was an embroidered rose. I also went to get my hair done in a ponytail with little butterfly hair clips. Finally I went to get some false nails and had all the makeup professionally applied to compliment my hair and skin tone. She turned up wearing a rather nice white trouser suite with pale blue blouse her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she first laid eyes on me. We had a fabulous dinner that night, lots of laughing and joking. We never took our eyes of each other. We lingered over pouring the wine; we lingered over the tremendous food, soft gentle music drifting through the air; I watched her glorious eyes twinkle and spark, each time our fingers or feet briefly toughed I melted inside. It took all my reserves not to take her hand in mine and kiss it. I truly did not want the evening to end. Of course it did and we asked the waiter to call us a taxi as we got our coats. In the taxi on the way home she rested her head on my chest, and to this day I can swear that I felt a faint trickle of saliva drip onto my skin. When we got home I got some more wine out, put the radio on and we sat chatting for a while. Real girls talk, trying to be friends again after years of hurt. As the night went on I put my head on her chest this time and she started stroking my hair like she used to do when I was a little girl. I brought up out fight and she was kind of holding her breath... I apologised for hurting her, both emotionally and physically for so many wasted years. My heart was pounding; I could hear the thumping as the blood was rushing around my body. I wanted this woman in the worst possible way, but I resolved to follow my plan. I reminded her of me twisting and hurting her breasts and that I was really mean, she laughed it off but in my best little girls voice. "awww poor mommy's booby's are poorly". Then I started stroking them.. MY god I was wet! The more I stroked the deeper her breathing got... and the harder she was stroking my head. Encouraged by this and with a fire burning, fogging all thought in my mind, more boldly I opened her blouse and stroked her breast over the soft cream coloured silk bra. Her nipple was very hard; her hand now was travelling down my head and on my arm so I started stroking her flesh. She was breathing very deeply.. so I started massaging her breast harder and harder still talking like a little girl "pretending" to be stroking it better. I took a deep breath.. and slid my hand under the bra to touch her nipple. I had a small orgasm right there and then, she moaned slightly and my heart was pumping like a jack hammer. I went for broke, "aww kiss kiss better..." and then for the second time in my life I had my mouth to my mothers breast. I started to kiss the soft flesh... licking it... all the time her hand was travelling up and down me stroking me very hard. I don't think she's had sex since dad had left. I then took her nipple in my mouth and suckled it. She let out a definite moan at that point. My mind was exploding not to mention my crotch! So here I was I was sucking my moms huge tits, all the time still talking like a sweet little girl... "Aw mommy's boobies are very very sore. I'm sowwy that I hurt mommy's breasties" She replied, a groan echoing in her throat "Yes baby mommy's breasts were very hurt. Kiss them better for mommy" she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to them. That was it! I knew I had her then. I could smell her sex! She was so dark and musky. I started to lick them, broad strokes leaving saliva, then starting to unbutton her blouse. She was wriggling to help get it off; I was transfixed by her chest as it heaved because she was breathing incredibly heavy. I reached round and unclasped her bra looking up into her face, she looked back. Something electric went through the air, she just shrugged it off; held up one now exposed breast and said: "Suck mommies' breast darling" Oh my... I attacked her like a wild thing, all pretence gone. I was going wild! I started to kiss her neck. Licking her throat, she was moaning a lot, feeling my sides then her hands where on my chest. Groping them I was insane with lust as she said "oh baby your breasts feel like mommies"... My second orgasm of the night hit me like a train. I brought my head up and kissed my own mother. Not in a mother daughter kind of way but in a lovers way. It was deep. It was passion. It was fire. It was heaven. I was playing with her tits as she played with mine. She took it to the next level by pulling my dress up slightly, exposing my sodden panties and she cupped my crotch. I was SOAKING! I then straddled her on the sofa. Her hand was fingering me through the fabric of my panties. I was shouting "yes mommy, yes"... and she was just moaning and feeling my chest and cunt harder I grabbed the bottom of my skirt, pulling it up, over my chest an let it drop, so there I was in just panties straddles across my mom who was fingering me through my panties soaking her white pants as I looked at her lipstick coated breasts She smiled at me and asked if I liked what "mommy" was doing. I came in her hand. She very deliberately brought it up and licked it in front of me. I just went crazy. I grabbed the sides of her head and gave her the biggest kiss of my life. Our tongues in each others mouth. I could taste myself! I moved my hand to where our crotches were and felt her through the trousers; she was as wet as I was. She was now playing it cool she just said "does my baby girl like to feel where she came from". Oh my! The bitch was torturing me! I returned to her breasts, fumbling like a twelve year old with her zip, my mind just a haze of lust and passion. I broke her button off and she just kept the pressure up "mommy will have to spank you for that later"... goddess and I didn't think I could have got hornier at that point! I slipped my hand in and my fingers hit the clit first time. Her body quivered and shook and she moaned very loudly I then brought her off. Just biting her nipples and fingering her clit. She then moved, using her extra size and strength, picked me up and lay me down. She then removed my panties very very slowly... and said "Oh my. You've been a naughty little girl. Your panties are very messy" I was screaming "Yes mommy!!!" at this point there could have been a large war outside and I wouldn't have noticed it. She spread my legs, stood up, removed the rest of her clothes as I lay they pulling my nipples... knelt on the floor and put her full hand against my slit. She rubbed very very slowly "Does my baby girl like what mommy is doing?? Better than that nasty boy?". GOD I was hers! she could do anything I wouldn't have cared! "Yesssss Mommy; better so much better!!" was the best I could do. My mind was mush by then ripples of pleasure just streaming through me as her fingers entered me. And I came again. I had never came that many times before in one night. She then parted my labia slowly and looking directly into my eyes lowered her head to me. The earth moved and the Angels wept! I felt that tong touch my clit. Lightly at first, then harder as she started to lap me up, I came AGAIN! Inside my own mothers mouth! Fuck me but the thought just made it more powerful. I was orgasming one after another... each on-top of the other, each more powerful than the last. What pushed me over the edge was at that point she stood up, walked to the edge of the sofa, put her cunt near my face and said" Now lick mommy's hole like a good girl!" I did just that. I licked and lapped and sucked. The taste! Wow. Such rich flavour, she came on my face I just kept licking for all I was worth she fell forward on top of me... we tumbled to the floor and we had our first 69 It was incredible, mother and daughter locked in that embrace. I cannot tell you how I felt. I was hers pure and simple. I knew I would always be hers from that point and that I would always be hers We must have continues for hours that that way.. I don't really remember much after that, as I passed out in pleasure. What I do remember is waking up and my head was still lying on her thigh. Looking at dried cum on her leg, and she was in a similar position. From that day forward its been just as good, if not better. We explore our desires a lot... we have no limitation's and nothing is, and I mean NOTHING. Later on that morning she told me that she had fantasised for years about that with me but never had the courage. So many lost years, I kissed her tenderly and passionately and took her into the shower. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your comments to :) harleyquin_1@hotmail.com Loves Hugs and Respect to my fave girls, Fiona, Island Girl, Hotrightnow, Haley, Maddy, and Deva :)