Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2018 21:35:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: ndgoldandblue
Subject: Unintentional Incest

			   Unintentional Incest
			     By ndgoldandblue

Morgan could see the lights of a car pass through the picture window of the
living room as she was flipping through channels on the TV. She only
bothered to look outside when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye,
that the car stopped next to the walkway in front of the house. Morgan
walked over to the couch that was positioned in front of the picture
window, and could see her mother, Sloan, emerge from the taxicab and hand
the driver some cash.

"Of course," Morgan sighed as she watched her mother walk with an unsteady
stride up to the door after the cab drove away. Morgan sat back down on the
loveseat, grabbed the remote, and continued to flip as her mother unlocked
the door and entered.

"It's 10 o'clock, Mom," Morgan said as Sloan set her purse down on the
floor. "Don't you think it's a little early to be coming home drunk?"

"Don't talk to me that way," Sloan responded matter-of-factly. "Unless you
want me to take something else away?"

Morgan simply stared at the TV without responding.

"Besides, I'm not drunk," Sloan continued. "Steven and I had a few drinks,
and I wanted to do the responsible thing and take a cab home. Life is about
balance, Morgan, and you've got to learn that."

"You're too buzzed to drive at 10 p.m.? That doesn't look good, Mom,"
Morgan replied.

"Why?" Sloan interjected. "I got what I wanted from Steven, so I decided to
come home." This, Sloan said with a mischievous smile, and Morgan looked
away from her mother with relative disgust that turned into mild anger. Her
mother had taken away her car keys and cell phone three weeks prior for
going out with friends too much, and now Sloan was doing the same thing.

"Does Steven know that you're a lesbian?" Morgan asked her mother bluntly.

"I'm not a lesbian, Morgan," Sloan responded. "I'm bi-sexual. And, yes, he
knows. So did your father when we were together. Before we were married,
your father and I had a number of third partners, so he was more than just
aware," Sloan stated, annoyed at her daughter's disrespect.

"Does Steven know about Carmen?" Morgan asked accusatorily.

"Yes! He knows about Carmen!" Sloan exclaimed. "And you know what? He
doesn't care. Neither Steven nor I am interested in a serious relationship
right now. And that's what makes it fun. I can get my kicks whenever I want
to, and I don't have any unnecessary baggage to carry around."

"Does Steven have a key to the house like she does?" Morgan inquired, still
clearly angry.

"No he doesn't. Steven and I haven't been seeing each other long enough for
me to get to that point yet. You know that Carman and I have been involved
for about a year now, so I can trust her to stop by whenever she's able.
And before you ask, yes, Carmen knows about Steven, too. And, no, she
doesn't care. But my relationships with Carmen and Steven aren't what's
making you mad. You think that, if you're stuck doing nothing on the
weekends, I should be, too. But you know the rules. Life is about balance,
Morgan."

"Oh, shit. Here we go again with the balance nonsense," Morgan interjected.

"You can't have too much work or too much play," Sloan continued. "You need
to have balance in your life. Otherwise--"

"Otherwise, I'll hurt myself and everyone else around me. Yeah, I get it,"
Morgan said, cutting her mother off. "You hit me with that little chestnut
about once at a month, Mom. I know your whole spiel on balance. Dad worked
too hard, and then he worked too little, so you guys got divorced. I know."

"You really want to spend the summer after your senior year in summer
school?" Sloan sighed, "Look, I don't want to do this right now. I'm tired.
I'm going to bed."

Morgan breathed out in frustration. "Good night," she said coldly.

Sloan had been teaching her one daughter the lesson on balance since she
and Morgan's father, Keith, got divorced eight years ago. Sloan and Keith
met in college, and they had been dating for two years when Sloan got
pregnant during the spring semester of their senior year. Sloan was
studying to be an engineer, and Keith was finishing prelaw with the
intention of going to law school immediately after graduation.

As college students, Keith and Sloan had a lot of fun, but they also knew
when to be serious. One of the things that drew them to each other was
their taste for adventure and their drive for success. They knew when to
work and when to play. When Sloan got pregnant at 21, their plan was for
her to get an engineering job after giving birth while Keith would stay
home with Morgan for the first 18 months.  After that, they would be able
to use daycare, and Keith could go to law school.

As soon as Keith began law school, he attacked it with reckless abandon. He
was able to obtain his law degree and pass the bar exam within two years.
During his last semester of law school, Keith lined up a position at a
high-profile law firm.

By the time Morgan was four, Keith was a licensed attorney, but as soon as
the cases came in, he never stopped working. Morgan saw very little of her
father even on weekends. Over the next two years, Keith lived and breathed
the law. He was the busiest and most successful attorney at his firm. But
because he was so busy, Sloan grew more and more disgruntled. To her, Keith
was becoming the kind of person that they promised they would never
become. After one particularly vicious argument in which Sloan threatened
to leave him, Keith promised that he would reduce his workload and be more
involved in the family.

Instead of finding that balance between work and family, Keith set his life
in the opposite direction. Over the next year, he made himself constantly
available for family affairs and took far fewer cases, which displeased the
partners at his law firm. None of this pleased Sloan either. Instead of
being ambitious and adventurous, Keith was becoming lazy and unfocused.
When his superiors threatened to fire him from the firm, Keith went back
into full-on work mode, and that was enough for Sloan. He was no longer
able to find balance in his life-he either worked all the time, or he never
worked. And so, when Morgan was 10, her parents divorced.

Morgan spent the school year with her mother and the summer months with her
father. It was an arrangement that pleased both parents. But since their
divorce, Sloan regularly reminded Morgan about maintaining good balance in
her life. She had to take her studies seriously, but she also needed to
live life and enjoy herself, to discover new things.

Morgan seemed capable of keeping that balanced life until she was a
sophomore in high school. In her attempt to fit in with older kids, she
took a larger load of classes, and three of them were advanced placement
courses. That semester, Morgan studied every night, which included
weekends. She never left the house except for school and sporting events.
After that semester, Sloan forbade Morgan from taking more than six classes
a semester, and only one of them could be an advanced placement course.

Since that time, Sloan had never gotten upset at Morgan until three weeks
ago. When Morgan turned 18 in December, she felt entitled to more
independence from her mother, and she was living out that independence
during the spring semester of her senior year by going out constantly. This
wouldn't bother Sloan as long as Morgan maintained a 3.0 GPA. Three weeks
ago, however, Sloan got Morgan's latest progress report, which showed that
Morgan was failing two classes and getting D's in two others.

Sloan immediately grounded Morgan, and to ensure that she could never go
anywhere, Sloan took Morgan's cell phone and car keys away. She kept them
in her purse, which she brought with her everywhere, all day. Then, at
night, Sloan put Morgan's cell phone and keys into the top drawer of her
nightstand in case Morgan thought of sneaking out at night. If Morgan
raised her grades up to B's by her next progress report, she'd get her
phone and keys back. But, by that time, there would be only one month left
in her last semester of high school, and she didn't want to end things on a
low note.

On this night, Morgan was particularly upset. It was the beginning of
April, and the weather was a comfortable 67 degrees outside. Spring fever
had spread throughout the whole school, and one of her friends had decided
to throw a party at his house while his parents were out of town for the
weekend. It would be the best opportunity to line up a possible suitor for
prom. But, she was stuck at home, where she should be studying, but
couldn't bring herself to do it tonight.

At quarter after 10, Morgan heard her mother click off the lamp on her
nightstand. "God, it's still early," Morgan said. Then, an idea flew into
her mind. "Jesus. If I shower quickly now...throw on some clothes...I could
be at Zach's by 11. I'll give her a few minutes to fall asleep," she said
to herself, "then I'll sneak in, find my phone and keys, and go to the
party. Then, when I get back, I'll just gently place my phone and car keys
right where I found them, and Mom'll never know."

Morgan walked to her mother's slightly opened bedroom door and tried to see
if her mother was sleeping. "God, it's dark in there," she whispered. "I
can't see shit."

Morgan quietly opened the door and tiptoed inside. The soft light of the
living room illuminated the bedroom enough for Morgan to see her mother
sprawled out on the bed with one leg hanging off the side. "A few drinks,
huh, Mom? Yeah, right. You're drunk."

Morgan could also see that her mother had gone to bed nude because the
covers sat below her chest to reveal her exposed breasts. Morgan was taken
aback by how large and perfect they were. Morgan had large breasts, but her
mother's were deceptively big. She never knew that under Sloan's t-shirts
and dresses were a perky pair of large breasts. As Morgan walked quietly
out of the room toward the bathroom, she whispered to herself, "Nice tits,
though."

Sloan had always been a stunner. As the daughter of a Persian woman and an
American man of English descent, Sloan had the perfect combination of dark
skin and hair, full lips, and green eyes. Morgan never had trouble getting
dates, but the guys she went out with never forgot to tell her how
beautiful her mother is. At 39, Sloan looked to be reaching her peak
looks-wise, and she took advantage of her stunning appearance by dating as
often as she liked.

Because of her father's German ancestry, Morgan had blonde hair and lighter
skin than her mother, but tanned easily. The Persian blood in her gave her
deep brown eyes that contrasted beautifully with her blonde hair and large
perky breasts. At first glance, Sloan and Morgan didn't look related, much
less mother and daughter, but their resemblance could be seen in their
mouths, which were nearly identical and incredibly striking.

Morgan showered and got ready as fast as she could. To save time, she kept
her hair dry by putting it in a shower cap. Afterward, she quickly put on
some makeup and dressed herself in clothes appropriate for the warm spring
weather: a red tank top with a shelf bra and a denim miniskirt.

Morgan quietly walked up to her mother's bedroom door and looked inside to
see if she was still sleeping. "God, she keeps it dark in there. I can't
see a damn thing. I'm gonna' turn off the other lights," she whispered to
herself.

Morgan walked into the living room and turned off the lamps. The house was
pitch-black as she walked back over to her mother's bedroom. When her eyes
adjusted to the darkness, she could barely see a figure lying on the bed in
the same position as before, breathing steadily.

"Okay, I know she keeps them in her nightstand, but I'm not sure which
one," Morgan whispered. "It's gotta' be the one on the left side of the
bed, cuz that's the side she normally sleeps on."

After saying this to herself, Morgan tiptoed as quietly and gingerly as
possible around to the other side of the bed. The room was so black that
she could barely see a foot in front of her face. She bent over and felt
for the handle of the drawer on her mother's nightstand. After grasping at
air for a few moments, she felt the knob and slowly pulled the drawer
out. She fumbled through the mess in the drawer for a few moments and
knocked over a bottle of nail polish. Immediately, Morgan froze and
listened for her mother. Sloan simply gave out one deep breath and
instantly started back to her rhythmic breathing.

After waiting half a minute, Morgan continued to fish around, trying to
avoid touching anything that wasn't her cell phone and car keys. She sat
down on the edge of the bed because her back was getting tired of the
bending, but she made sure not to stir her mother out of her slumber.
Morgan continued to search for another minute when Sloan rolled over, and
her hand grazed Morgan's back.

"Carmen?" Sloan asked sleepily.

Morgan froze again and tensed every muscle in her body, hoping that her
mother would fall back asleep.  She sat there motionless for about a minute
waiting for something to happen, but Sloan appeared to be sleeping again.
However, her hand continued to rest on Morgan's back.

Morgan began to fish for the phone and keys again, but then she could feel
Sloan's hand start to rub her back steadily. Within a few seconds, Sloan
brought her hand around to Morgan's thigh and continued to rub.

"When did you get here?" Sloan asked softly as she rubbed her daughter's
leg gently.

Morgan sat still as her eyes darted back and forth, and she refused to make
a sound. She knew that if she said anything now, her plan would be
discovered, and her mother would know the reason why she came into her
room. That would lead to an even longer and more serious punishment, and
the last part of her senior year would be remembered for staying home and
doing nothing while the rest of her friends had fun and made some
memories. No, she would sit still, not say anything, and hope that her
mother would pass out again.

For a second, Morgan thought that would happen because Sloan stopped
rubbing her leg and rested her hand there limply. Morgan moved her leg
slowly to the left to try to get her mother's hand to fall off, but as she
started to move, Sloan began to move her hand up toward Morgan's
stomach. She kept her hand there and rubbed for a moment, and then brought
her hand under Morgan's tank top. Morgan started to quiver nervously as she
felt her mother's hand get up to her right breast.

Sloan sat up on her side behind Morgan and brought her face around to the
right side of Morgan's neck and began to kiss. As she kissed Morgan's neck,
she slid her hand under Morgan's shelf bra and cupped her naked breast.
While she massaged Morgan's breast, Sloan brought her face around and
started kissing her daughter on the lips passionately. Sloan opened her
mouth immediately, and Morgan reciprocated her mother's kiss in the same
fashion. When Sloan's lips met her daughter's, Sloan stuck out her tongue
softly to meet her partner's. Not knowing what to do next, Morgan returned
the kiss by meeting her mother's tongue.

As she pretended to be Carmen, she quickly pondered her next step. She
could say something now and stop this from becoming a completely
embarrassing situation, but that would lead to the aforementioned
punishment. But it was becoming obvious now that if she didn't say
anything, she might end up making love to her own mother.

As these thoughts rushed through her mind, she couldn't help but notice how
soft and sensual her mother's lips were. Morgan had kissed a couple of her
girlfriends before at parties just for fun, but it always seemed awkward
and forced. Her mother kissed her with a kind of passion she had never felt
before.

Before Morgan could decide on what to do, Sloan lifted up Morgan's tank top
and pulled it over her head. She then brought her mouth to Morgan's right
breast and slid her hand down Morgan's skirt and under her panties. As
Sloan kissed and sucked on her breast, Morgan looked awkwardly down at her
mother, slightly fearful of what was going to happen next.

Morgan bit her lip in anticipation when Sloan slipped a finger into
Morgan's pussy. "Ahh!" Morgan moaned as she felt her mother's finger
penetrate her sex. Morgan quickly covered her mouth with her hand, hoping
her mother hadn't recognized her voice. Apparently she did not because
Sloan slid another finger into Morgan's pussy as she moved her mouth to her
daughter's other large, perky breast and began to suck. Morgan started to
breathe heavier as her mother slid her two fingers in and out of her tight
cunt and rubbed her clit with her thumb.

Sloan eventually brought her mouth back up to Morgan's and whispered, "I
missed you, babe."

After kissing what she thought was her lover, Sloan grabbed her daughter
and flipped her over onto all fours, positioning Morgan's head by the
headboard. Then, in one quick motion, Sloan yanked off Morgan's skirt and
panties, and then plunged her pointer finger into Morgan's ass.

"Ahh, fuck!" Morgan exclaimed through gritted teeth.

"Damn, baby. Have you been doing Kegels?" Sloan asked as she pushed her
finger in deeper to the bottom knuckle. "You're really tight."

Morgan grabbed onto the headboard with both hands. She knew now that she
couldn't stop her mother; they had gone past the point of no return. If she
said anything now, her relationship with her mother would be irreparably
damaged. They wouldn't be able to look at each other the same again. At
this point, she was going to let her mother finish, and she would slip out
as soon as Sloan passed out again.

Sloan lowered her face down and began to lick her daughter's pussy as she
fingered her ass. When she felt her mother's tongue penetrate her sex,
Morgan grabbed onto the headboard even tighter, feeling herself getting
wetter and wetter. Sloan then quickly removed her finger from Morgan's ass
and grabbed both butt cheeks aggressively and plunged her face into her
daughter's backside.

Sloan's tongue was now fully in her daughter's cunt, and her nose poked
into Morgan's asshole.  Morgan's jaw dropped in ecstasy as she felt her
mother lick her pussy voraciously from behind. It was aggressive and
forceful, but it was also soft. Sloan's tongue moved like a dog lapping up
water, but she did it in such a sensual way, like she was licking honey off
of the wings of a butterfly.

Morgan's head swirled as she tried to hold the orgasm off, but she
couldn't. She felt her whole body get warm and flushed, and in one moment,
released her orgasm with a scream of pleasure.

"Ahhhhh!" Morgan yelled, trying hard not to say any actual words out of
fear that her mother would recognize her voice. As she climaxed, her legs
shook uncontrollably, and she dug her hands into the headboard. If she had
wanted to, Morgan could have ripped the headboard off the bed at that
point.  Sloan responded to this euphoria by continuing to eat Morgan's
pussy, attempting to maximize her partner's pleasure.

Morgan's orgasm lasted for well over a minute, and she shook rapidly. As
her orgasm slowed, Morgan thought that she would be able to lie down a
rest, and possibly sneak out as Sloan fell back asleep.

But without any break, as soon as Morgan stopped convulsing, Sloan flipped
her over onto her back and climbed up to her face. Sloan straddled Morgan's
face, placing one leg on each side so that her pussy was directly above
Morgan's mouth. Sloan then lowered her body down, and as soon as Morgan
could feel her mother's sex on her mouth, she tried to say "Ma-", but
Sloan's pussy rested perfectly on Morgan's open mouth, silencing her in the
process.

"Come on. Lick it, baby. Lick my pussy," Sloan said as she waited for her
partner's tongue to do the work as she sat on her face. Morgan started to
lick, and Sloan moaned in approval.

The gravity of everything started to hit Morgan. She was now performing
oral sex on her mother. It's one thing to receive it, but it's another to
give it. As she continued to obediently lick her mother's pussy, Sloan
grabbed Morgan's hands and brought them up to her full breasts. Morgan
couldn't believe how perky her mother's large tits were. They were perfect,
and she squeezed them enthusiastically, succumbing to the moment completely
even though she knew that taking such pleasure in making love to her own
mother was completely wrong.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Squeeze my tits!" Sloan cried out. "Oh yeah...that
feels good."

Sloan started to ride her daughter's face harder and faster, forcing Morgan
to lick at a stronger pace. As Sloan's grinding got more intense, she
looked down and said, "I know what you want. Are you thirsty, baby?"

Morgan had no idea what her mother was talking about, so she just continued
to lick.

Sloan then said, "Okay...here it is. Are you ready? Oh my God...I'm going
to cum." Sloan's body then froze completely stiff, and then like a fire
hydrant, cum exploded from her pussy. Morgan turned her head to avoid the
discharge that shot out of her mother's sex, but Sloan squeezed her thighs
together, lining her daughter's face back to its original position, her
mouth directly below her pussy.

"What are you doing?" Sloan asked as she sprayed cum on Morgan's face.
"Drink it," she commanded.  Morgan obeyed her mother and opened her mouth,
taking in all of Sloan's juices. Sloan's orgasm continued, sending blast
after blast of cum into her daughter's mouth until it filled up completely.
Morgan swallowed the mouthful as Sloan's pussy kept running like a
faucet. Morgan swallowed another mouthful.

Sloan kept squirting intensely as Morgan tried valiantly to take in all of
her mother's fluid. Eventually, Sloan's orgasm finally ceased after
providing her daughter with five mouthfuls of cum, and Morgan, either
willingly or unwillingly, swallowed every one of them. Sloan then collapsed
on top of her daughter, kissing her sweetly for a few moments and then
rolling onto her back beside her.

"God, that was good," Sloan said. "Do you want to spend the night? We can
do that again in the morning. Morgan sleeps in past 10:00 anyway."

Morgan lay there, her head swirling, but her presence of mind hadn't
completely left her.

"Carmen?" Sloan asked, waiting for a response. "Do you want to spend the
night? Hello...?"

After not getting an answer, Sloan reached over and switched on the lamp of
her nightstand. Morgan sat up slowly. When Sloan turned her head back
around, she could see her daughter sitting before her.

"Morgan!?" Sloan shouted. "Oh my God...Morgan? Oh my God...Oh my God,"
Sloan repeated.

Morgan sat there with a glazed-over, unfocused look in her eyes, her mouth
slightly agape. "That was a lot of cum, Mom," she said as she closed her
mouth and swallowed, still in shock.

"Oh my God, Morgan! What are you doing here?" Sloan asked. "I mean,
what...why didn't you say anything!?"

"I wanted to go to a party tonight," Morgan responded matter-of-factly.

Sloan looked over to the nightstand that contained Morgan's car keys and
cell phone, and she simply said, "Oh."

Sloan looked back at her daughter, the horror on her face was still
there. Morgan stared directly back at her mother without any expression.

"Can I go to the party?" Morgan asked in the same matter-of-fact tone.

"Uhh...yeah," Sloan replied. "Just, uh...be careful. And drive safe."

Morgan got off the bed and walked around to her mother's nightstand. She
opened the drawer and grabbed her phone and car keys. She then picked up
her clothes and walked out of the room, not saying another word to her
mother.

Sloan could hear her daughter go into the bathroom, most likely to freshen
up. After a couple minutes in the bathroom, Morgan walked straight to the
front door and left the house. Sloan heard her daughter start up her car
and drive off.

Sloan tried to sleep, but she could only toss and turn. She couldn't get
the image of her daughter's face out of her mind. After a couple hours of
unsuccessfully trying to sleep, Sloan heard a key go into the lock of the
front door and the door open slightly thereafter. She checked the time on
her cell phone, which read 2:13 a.m. As she lay there, staring up at the
ceiling, her door opened slightly.

"Mom?" Morgan asked as she stood at the door.

"Yes?" Sloan answered as she shot up in bed and turned on her lamp.

Morgan stared at her mother with heat and passion in her eyes. Morgan
swallowed hard and then nervously said, "I'm thirsty."