Secrets, Instincts and Bonds

AUTHOR'S NOTE :

This story is a complete work of fiction with certain aspects that might be considered quite fanciful or implausible. But there is a literary license that has served me well being an author of this genre and that is the freedom to create outlandish sets of circumstances that are entertaining enough to persuade the reader to suspend their disbelief and overlook incongruity for the sake of enjoyment.

Although this is my first venture of authoring a story in this category, it is like most of my previous submissions, a love story. A taboo, lesbian love story between a stepmother and stepdaughter. As I have repeatedly stated in previous notes to my readers, I am a hopeless romantic, and as such, I am most fond of authoring cute tales (often disgustingly so) of adulating love and scorching passion between older and younger women, which is what I hope to have accomplished here, and as always, I hope you will enjoy what I've come up with if you so choose to read.

With all the love and devout gratitude in my heart to all of you,

Deanna

*

With her left hand on the steering wheel of her BMW 8 Series Coupe, Genevieve Volden felt her right hand being tenderly caressed as it rested on the knob of the gear selector in the center console. The forty-three-year-old Manhattan attorney briefly diverted her sea green eyes from out the front windshield to the passenger seat where they were greeted by the adoring smile of her twenty-year-old stepdaughter, Bianca.

Genevieve's heart swelled with immense pride and jubilation as she gaped at Bianca's exquisite diamond-shaped face and all its China doll-like features. Her skin was fair and flawless porcelain, accentuated by her long chestnut brown hair, her glistening crimson lips and her expressive, wide-spread, electric-blue eyes that were being dazzlingly augmented by her wire-framed, octagonal-shaped glasses.

Returning her gaze back out the front windshield now, Genevieve adjusted her right hand, interlacing her fingers with Bianca's, all the while feeling her heart thumping briskly with adulation as she affectionately gripped her stepdaughter's nimble hand. Bianca, likewise, felt her own heart elatedly skipping beats as she dotingly clutched the hand of not just her stepmother, but of her friend.

Her best friend!

Sitting together in contented silence, the pair gazed reverently out the windows at the picturesque splendor of autumn foliage flanking both sides of the meandering two-lane highway they were traversing through rural Vermont. With the early October afternoon sun beginning its westerly descent toward evening, Bianca was quietly relishing the bewitching fragrances of peppermint and eucalyptus exuding from her stepmother while the delectable aromas of vanilla and cinnamon effusing from Bianca were being privately savored by Genevieve.

As they motored passed a small colonial cemetery with an adjacent steepled church, situated in a tranquil clearing surrounded by the sweeping deciduous grove of vibrant autumn zest, Genevieve was unexpectedly reminded of her late husband whom she had lost so suddenly just a year prior. Though their courtship and marriage had lacked true intimacy and depth of emotion despite Genevieve's best efforts to the contrary, the relationship had nonetheless produced a priceless bounty in her life. One that she had long ago abandoned, citing it to be nothing more than a fairy tales wish. But thanks to Sven Volden, that wish was brought to fruition and was now sitting beside her, lovingly holding her hand.

From early adolescence, young Genevieve Duran had dreamed of one day having a daughter. She also yearned to follow in her mother's footsteps and become a lawyer. And if Selina Duran could achieve both motherhood and a successful career in law, culminating a decade earlier when she was appointed a circuit court judge in Philadelphia, then surely, so could her youngest daughter. Moreover, Genevieve's older sister Vivianne, who'd chosen a career in medicine instead of law, had already achieved equivalent professional and familial success by having just recently become the chief of thoracic surgery at Massachusetts General, all the while being the mother of two.

But after four years at Yale University as an undergraduate, two years at Oxford University as a Rhodes Scholar and then an additional three years at Harvard Law School, Genevieve gradually came to the acrid conclusion that at least for her, having a child or a family of any substance, would always be just a dream. The bitter supposition was further ingrained after passing the Bar examination and then going into legal practice, first as a public defender in Manhattan at the age of twenty-seven before transitioning over to the other side as an assistant district attorney a year and a half later. Eventually, Genevieve worked her way into private practice where she took great interest in civil litigation and corporate law which led to her joining one of the most prestigious corporate law firms in the United States:

Volden, Sage and Verlander.

Having offices in fifteen cities around the United States, Genevieve Duran established her office as a junior associate at the firm's headquarters in Manhattan at the age of thirty-seven, still having never been married or had children. But unbeknownst to her at the time, fate had unobtrusively intervened on her behalf, for she would soon have her formal introductory and orientation meeting with the firm's founder and lead partner, who had been overseeing the establishment and opening of the firm's newest office in Seattle during Genevieve's interview and hiring process back east.

Twenty years Genevieve's senior, Sven Volden was handsome, intelligent and exceptionally debonair. A native of Norway, he possessed all the attributes of the quintessential Nordic male: Thick blonde hair, glacier blue eyes, fare ivory skin, lean and muscular body. He'd come to the United States on a student visa to attend Georgetown University as a teenager and had never looked back.

Genevieve had been with the firm exactly a year when she and Sven had their first date; on her thirty-eighth birthday no less. At that time, Sven Volden had been a widower for over a decade and had been raising his only daughter alone ever since. The couple's personal relationship began as casual courting when their schedules permitted, gradually developing into frequent assignations around six months, then exclusive dating by the one year mark and then into the serious commitment phase throughout the second year which ultimately led to Sven proposing over a long weekend retreat on the Turks and Caicos, where he'd taken Genevieve to celebrate her fortieth birthday as well as her making full partner in the law firm.

Upon their return to Manhattan after their engagement, Sven arranged a private dinner for three at his lavish penthouse apartment to introduce his fiancé to her future stepdaughter, who was then just seventeen. Genevieve had long expressed an avid desire to meet the girl, but Sven had always diverted away from it, sighting that his daughter was extremely introverted. Also, that Bianca had never truly gotten over the loss of her mother and he honestly did not know how she would react to another woman in such a capacity. For her part, Genevieve would always defer to his judgement regarding his daughter, yet she sensed that she was not being told the full story. Which in the end proved to be true.

At that moment, Genevieve's olfactory neurons were overpoweringly besieged by the delightful scents of her stepdaughter as she then felt a sweet and soft kiss planted on her cheek. Diverting her eyes from the front windshield once more, Genevieve again exulted in the glowing smile lighting up Bianca's endearing young face in the passenger seat.

"Oh, my goodness," Genevieve said, feeling a bit swept off her feet by such adulation. "What was that for?"

"Just me saying thank you," Bianca said adoringly. "For being in my life. And for taking me on this excursion. I know it's hardly what you'd expect a girl to want to do to celebrate her twenty-first birthday; driving through New England just to look at the foliage."

"I absolutely love it honey! And it is your birthday after all!! So, you celebrate it however you want to! Wherever you want and with whomever you want."

"There's no one in the world I would want to spend it with more than you."

"Your wicked stepmother, huh?"

"Stop it," Bianca said, playfully smacking Genevieve's arm. "More like my fairy godmother."

"Maleficent?"

"No, you're so much prettier than her. And you're not just my stepmother you know. You're my best friend."

"Okay, are you buttering me up for something here young lady?"

"Just if we could pullover at the next rest stop please," said Bianca. "I have to pee."

"Figures," Genevieve replied and the two of them giggled.

"Calls of nature cannot be declined."

"No, they certainly cannot."

"That and I'm thirsty too."

"So, not a rest stop so much as a convenience store then," said Genevieve as she then looked at the fuel gage behind the steering wheel. "One with a gas station as well. It appears you're not the only one who needs a drink."

"And a candy bar too?"

"You'll spoil your dinner."

"Oh pretty please, fairy godmother..." Bianca pleaded teasingly. "I promise it won't."

Genevieve feigned exasperation with a sigh and said, "Oh all right. After all, it is your birthday."

"Not till tomorrow though."

"Don't push your luck kiddo!"

Leaving her stepmother to fuel up the car, Bianca skipped merrily across the parking lot and disappeared inside the quaintly pastoral convenience store. With the gasoline now dispensing, Genevieve leaned up against the rear of her BMW and scanned through her phone. The late afternoon sky was a deep and cloudless blue with a blustery autumn breeze rustling the surrounding cornucopia of effervescent foliage, consequently making it feel cooler than the actual air temperature. Donning a stylish leather jacket, a fitted turtleneck sweater, designer jeans, and high-heeled boots, Genevieve was now most grateful for her wardrobe selections that morning.

Utterly ignoring the substantial backlog of emails and text messages from her office all marked as urgent, Genevieve was instead, scrolling through the countless photos of herself and Bianca, which to her were priceless mementos that visually chronicled their relationship from its conception. With her heart now overflowing with such precious memories that were causing her to laugh and cry simultaneously, Genevieve's mind transported her back to their very first meeting.

*

She and Sven had been standing together on the balcony of his expansive Manhattan penthouse, taking in the view of Central Park, each holding a glass of wine in one hand while having their opposite arm draped around each other. The couple then toasted to the desired success of the impending dinner with Sven's daughter. As she took a sip of her wine, Genevieve heard Bianca Volden speak for the first time before even laying eyes on her.

"Hi Dad. I'm here."

Her voice was innocently precious. So soft and sweet, but full of timidity.

The couple turned simultaneously then and beheld the seventeen-year-old girl, clad in a pullover hoodie, jeans and a pair of untied white Converse sneakers. The hoodie and jeans were both tremendously oversized and as such, were completely cloaking the very tempting and shapely figure Genevieve knew Bianca possessed based upon photos she'd seen of her. The girl's intricately sculpted face was pale and make-up free while her long chestnut hair was pulled back in a scraggly ponytail that hung out from under a New York Yankees baseball cap, and she wore a pair of large, thick-rimmed glasses that were pretentiously over-amplifying her electric blue eyes.

"Bianca," Sven spoke with an admonishing tone. "I specifically told you that this was going to be a semi-formal dinner."

"Sven," Genevieve intuitively interjected with a firmness that surprised her for she was exhibiting the very first stirring of maternal instinct regarding Bianca without truly recognizing it. "It's just going to be the three of us! Besides, this is her home. And she's meeting her soon-to-be stepmother for the first time. It's awkward enough for her already. So, let her be comfortable. Besides, she looks adorable." Genevieve approached Bianca then with a glowing, reassuring grin as she extended her hand to shake and she would never forget the faint but priceless little smile that was then on Bianca's lips after witnessing Genevieve come to her defense. "Hi Bianca dear, I'm Genevieve Duran. And it is so nice to finally meet you. Your father has told me so much about you, honey."

Though in truth, he really had not.

"Hi," Bianca's voice was so faint and frail at that moment that she barely made herself understood as she feebly shook Genevieve's hand.

Genevieve went on then, "And can I just start by saying that you have such a beautiful name. I love it. A beautiful name for such a beautiful young woman."

"Thank you."

"But you know," Genevieve said, stepping closer and sliding her arm amenably around Bianca's sloped shoulders. "And I'm not taking your father's side in the slightest you understand, but I have seen pictures of you. Thus, I know that you have a gorgeous figure that you're allowing this hoodie, and these jeans to cover up. You're such a lovely young woman honey! And speaking as a former prosecutor; for you to be concealing that stunning body of yours is a prosecutable offense."

"Really?" Bianca was encouragingly intrigued.

"Definitely! So, why don't we placate the old man here," Genevieve said giving Sven a smirk and a wink. "You don't have to go full prom night formal or anything like that. But surely you have a cute little summer dress or something? With sandals? After all, it is summer. Loose the hat and let your hair down. Take off your glasses too. And put on a little makeup. What do you think?"

"Sure," Bianca said, her confidence sprouting.

"I'd be glad to help you pick something out if you like," Genevieve offered.

"No," Bianca snapped, being far more austere than she intended, and immediately softened her tone. "I mean, no thank you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Because I know exactly the one to put on. Just gimme about an hour. Think I should shower too."

"Go to it, baby girl!"

And with that, Bianca made an exuberant exit as she dashed back into the apartment and toward her bedroom. Sven was taking a sip of his wine, regarding Genevieve thoughtfully as she turned back to him with a glowing smile on her face.

"Wow," he said with impressed satisfaction in his tone. "You've got quite the magic touch. I'd say it was a maternal one."

"She is absolutely darling Sven," she replied so brightly and bubbly, patting her chest. "Oh my God." Genevieve's smile faded then, and her tone turned far more somber. "All these years without her mother must have been so hard on her." Sven sighed deeply and drained his wine glass causing Genevieve to recant. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned that."

"No, its fine," he said as he poured himself more wine and then offered the bottle to Genevieve, who declined. "Actually, I'm glad you did bring it up. Because the truth is, I've not been forthcoming or completely honest with you regarding Bianca's relationship with her mother."

"Oh?" Genevieve was intrigued. "How so?"

Sven took a sip of his wine and said, "Well for starters, Elise didn't just die when Bianca was five, she killed herself."

"Oh no!"

"Right in front of her too," added Sven.

"Oh my God!!" Genevieve cupped a hand over her mouth aghast. "Why?"

"Who knows," Sven sighed and took another sip of wine. "Elise was, to her core, the most shallow and self-centered human being I ever knew. She also had her share of mental health and emotional issues. She made Mary Todd Lincoln look sane." He sighed. "Anyway, she held Bianca just long enough for a photo-op immediately after she was born and then handed her off to the nursing staff. Once we got her home, it was an endless succession of nannies and governesses. Elise had not the slightest interest, instinct or inclination to be a mother whatsoever. It was all for her public image and nothing more."

"Elise Volden," said Genevieve. "I remember her. She was an extremely popular daytime soap opera actress years ago."

"Yes, she was. And I truly did not know what I was getting into when I married her."

"Well, at least Bianca always had you."

Sven scoffed. "No, she really did not. And that is just one of many reasons I'm certain of my one-way ticket to Hell."

"What does that mean?" Genevieve set down her wine glass and eyed her fiancé sharply.

"I did whatever I could when I could. But that wasn't very often. In fact, it was never. So, I just left her in the full-time care of the nannies and governesses; at least whenever she wasn't away at boarding school and now college." Sven paused as he sipped his wine. "You're free to call off the engagement and leave anytime now if you like. You can even keep the ring. And I promise I won't fire you."

Genevieve took him by his necktie then. "Oh, you're not getting rid of me that easily sir! If for no other reason, than your daughter! True, I've only known her for just a minute or so. But I'm quite sure that I've already fallen hopelessly in love with her. Thus, I'm not going to abandon her. That and I cannot wait to see the summer dress she said she's going to put on."

"I do not deserve you Ms. Duran," Sven said as he set down his wine glass and slid his arms around Genevieve.

"You're right, Mr. Volden. You most certainly do not. But Bianca most certainly does. So, I'm staying for her."

She put her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

"Thank you," he said, and the couple kissed tenderly.

Just over an hour passed before Bianca reappeared, into the dining room this time, draped in a sexy, navy-blue, white polka-dot design boho chic mini dress with a V-neckline, empire waist and a deep back.

Her chestnut hair was utterly resplendent, freshly washed and blown out, cascading elegantly down over her shoulders. Her face, now glasses free, was so ornately made up and polished that one might suspect the talent of a Hollywood make-up artist on Oscar night was responsible.

Bianca strode in glamorously, emitting such an aura of assurance about her with a twinkling, pearly white smile beaming through her glossy lips that it left both her father and Genevieve with bulging eyes. And while Sven was more than a little mystified, Genevieve found herself practically bursting with emotions she couldn't truly define. If anything, they were the first buds of true motherly love and pride.

Standing just five-foot-three, Bianca Volden is adorably petite but very shapely with vivid, alluring curves. With an inviting neck atop her sloped shoulders, her arms are willowy while her legs are sturdy, lean and very tempting. Her waist is slim and tight while her abdomen is flat and firm yet so femininely smooth and soft. Her ass is splendidly round and resolute while her breasts are small, pert and seamlessly proportionate with the size of her overall frame.

*

Genevieve had become so deeply absorbed in her reminiscence that she did not even notice Bianca had returned from the convenience store. It was only when her nostrils flooded with the perfuming vestiges of vanilla and cinnamon did her acuity become remotely triggered by her stepdaughter's presence before she was indulgently accosted in the form of another adoring kiss planted on her cheek.

"Oh!" Genevieve chirped in both surprise and delight. "Hi baby."

"So, where were you exactly?" Bianca asked. "You seemed far away."

"I was actually back to the night that you and I first met honey."

Bianca smiled. "That was the best night of my entire life."

"Mine too." The two of them hugged then.

Back on the road again, they once more sat in contented silence as a playlist containing a collection of both women's favorite songs played through the car speakers. As she munched on the candy bar and sipped the cherry coke she'd purchased, Bianca began fondly recollecting the night of her and Genevieve's first meeting.

Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrila.

That had been Bianca's first thought when her eyes fell upon the regal, slender and seducing woman with the most exquisite hourglass figure she'd ever seen standing beside her father on the balcony of their apartment. The resemblance to the Star Wars character, specifically the most recent incarnation of her in the Disney series, Andor, where she was portrayed by the actress Genevieve O'Reily, was so striking that it was uncanny. My God, the two women even shared the same first name. Being the total science fiction nerd that she was, Bianca Volden adored the Star Wars universe more than anything. She'd seen every film and every subsequent series countless times over. She had them memorized line for line.

Genevieve Duran's articulately sculpted rectangular face is so incredibly lovely, chiefly her full and pouty lips along with her tender green eyes. Then there is her auburn hair in the blunt bob cut worn long enough to style in numerous fashions with additional length in the back to curve around or to cuddle up against her long and exotic neck.

Her body is captivatingly statuesque and luxuriant, richly accentuated by her opulent curves as well as her fair and luminescent alabaster skin. Her shoulders are beguilingly refined and so enticingly sloped while her arms are long and willowy. Her breasts are prominently pert, all natural and impeccably proportionate to her toned physique and they emphasize her tempting shape immaculately. Her abdomen is flat and firm, her waist is tight and slim, her ass is superbly heart-shaped and youthfully compact while her legs are utterly exemplary: Elongated, shapely and alluringly brawny.

Bianca was left entirely spellbound by Genevieve Duran's luxurious beauty and her ravishing fashion sense for she dressed like a movie star on the red carpet. Bianca was also more than slightly intimidated by her height, as the woman was easily six feet tall in her heels. But then she spoke to her so warmly. She had been so graceful, understanding and convivial, sliding an arm tenderly around Bianca's shoulders and putting her surprisingly at ease.

Yet despite Ms. Duran's splendorous appearance and captivating physical beauty, as well as her seeming validity of character and the genuine personal interest she took in Bianca from the start, she remained nonetheless skeptical of the woman and her intentions concerning her father, and by association, regarding her. Although Bianca did not share any emotional connection with her father nor harbor anything truly approximating depth of feeling, she nonetheless cared about him and wanted the best for him for he had provided for her so well all her life.

So, who was Genevieve Duran really?

Was she the beautiful and ambitious temptress marrying the wealthy, much older man exclusively for his money and prestige? The classic albeit cliché scenario at the heart of countless movies, TV series and mystery novels? Thus, through flattery, seduction, treachery and blackmail, the cunning vixen gains all around favor and trust, thereby securing her place at the head of the line of succession and ensuring her name is at the top of the beneficiary list. Perhaps making it the only one. Then likewise, getting herself named primary agent and proxy on the power of attorney and the living will.

Bianca did not want to believe any of this for the simple fact that the woman was so beautiful and she seemed so authentic. Even when Genevieve asked her to be her maid of honor at the wedding, Bianca still had her misgivings though she accepted the honor with humility and grace. But it wasn't until one evening just after the couple returned from their honeymoon abroad that Bianca became unassailably assured, to her thorough delight, that her stepmother was indeed the benevolent and sincere person that she had hoped for and wanted her to be. She also found herself in vast reverence at just what a brilliant, sophisticated and savvy woman her stepmother was, as well as what an illustrious and exceptionally skilled attorney she was too, for Genevieve had unofficially functioned as Bianca's personal litigator and legal counsel during that meeting.

Sitting beside Genevieve at the conference table in the study that evening, Bianca listened as her father laid out the revisions he was then making to his Last Will and Testament, POA and living will. Upon finishing, he invited his wife and daughter to offer their thoughts. Without hesitation, Genevieve vehemently refused being named sole beneficiary and demanded that it be Bianca as she'd just turned eighteen. She did not even want to be a secondary beneficiary but reluctantly accepted the duty out of legal obligation. She then vigorously renegotiated the irrevocable trust for Bianca, making it exceedingly more beneficial and protective of the teenager than it had been originally. Genevieve agreed to function as trustee until Bianca's twenty-first birthday, at which time Bianca would take full and exclusive ownership.

When it came to the POA and the law firm bearing Sven's name as lead partner, Genevieve agreed to assume all his duties and responsibilities until such time, within three fiscal years, the other two named partners would buy her out with the proceeds funneled into Bianca's trust. She also would function as a proxy in all other business or professional matters while in all personal-related affairs including healthcare directives, Bianca would function as primary agent with Genevieve acting as secondary.

But Bianca did not want this responsibility, at least not until she was twenty-one; citing her lack of understanding and inexperience. So, in the end, Genevieve would function as primary agent in these matters until Bianca's twenty-first birthday; at which time she would assume primary status with Genevieve remaining as a second.

It was a difficult discussion, as matters of this nature always are, but in the end, Genevieve gained Bianca's infinite trust. And over the course of the following two years, Genevieve forever won her stepdaughter's heart and soul by becoming something that Bianca had always wanted more than anything:

A loving and devoted mother figure.

No matter what the occasion or circumstances, Genevieve would put aside even the most pressing and paramount business matters without the slightest hesitation in favor of her stepdaughter.

Bianca would always come first with her!

Upon entering her married life, Genevieve Volden immediately realized that her husband was profoundly committed to his career, with an investment and dedication that far exceeded her initial interpretations. Thus, the man had no time or interest in anything else, expressly his wife and daughter. So, putting Bianca first came to Genevieve with extraordinary ease and immutable pleasure, which it would have, regardless of any circumstances, as the depth of affection she'd developed for her stepdaughter immeasurably surpassed even her own anticipations.

For her part, Bianca was intimately stirred and overwhelmingly touched with Genevieve taking such a deep, active and emotionally invested interest in her life. Everything from her education to her social circles to her hopes and dreams for the future, as well as her physical, mental, and emotional health and security. Furthermore, Bianca both urgently wanted and avidly craved Genevieve in her life, just as Genevieve found that she wanted and needed Bianca in her life far more than she had ever envisioned or even dreamed. In every way, Bianca completed Genevieve, bringing such a profound purpose and a substantive significance to her life that she'd never known before.

Then upon Sven's sudden death resulting from a massive cerebral hemorrhage one afternoon in his office just before his daughter's twentieth birthday, the maternal bond between Genevieve and Bianca was irrevocably solidified as the young woman found herself far more despondent than she could've ever possibly foreseen given the total lack of emotional connection and familial bond with the man that had fathered her.

Thus, throughout the entire ordeal of Sven's passing, Genevieve found herself being propelled by so many powerful motherly instincts as well as by such an entrenched unconditional love for Bianca; all of which were of a nature she had never known before and had long since given up ever hoping to experience. As a result, the pair drew incredibly close as the mutual levels of love, compassion, adoration, devotion, trust, and emotional support between them skyrocketed with both acknowledging wholeheartedly that the other was the blessing of all blessings and the bounty of all bounties in her life.

*

Bianca's eyes popped open just then as she felt a soft, warm and moist kiss being planted on her cheek just a split second after her nostrils were suffused with the alluring fragrances of her stepmother.

"Wake up sweet baby girl! We're here."

Momentarily disoriented, Bianca took a few seconds to get her bearings and found that she was still in the passenger seat of Genevieve's car that was now parked with the engine off in front of a single-story, roadside motel. She must have fallen asleep after finishing her candy bar.

"And where is here exactly?" Bianca asked as she rubbed her eyes.

"Just outside of Montpelier," said Genevieve. "I'm about to go check us into this motel."

"What time is it?" asked Bianca while stretching.

Genevieve glanced at the Rolex on her wrist. "Quarter after six."

"I'm hungry." Bianca mumbled through a yawn.

"Oh, what I wouldn't give to be young again," Genevieve was more muttering to herself than speaking to Bianca. "She just ate a king-size Snickers bar and drank a half liter of cherry coke. Yet, she's hungry again."

"Hey, I'm still a growing girl."

"Yes, you are." Genevieve kissed Bianca's cheek again. "Now come on. Let's go check in and then we'll go to this cute little diner I spotted as we drove through town for some supper."

Following that simple plan, the traveling duo found themselves back in their quaint motel room complete with two queen sized beds by eight-thirty with completely sated tummies. Bianca showered first and then slipped into an extra-long T-shirt and baggy sweatpants before exiting the bathroom where she then flopped down on the bed nearest to the window and switched on the TV.

Then it was Genevieve's turn to bathe, and by the time she emerged from the bathroom after her post-shower pampering regiment, she was donned in a charcoal gray, silk slip nightie that fell to her mid-hip with spaghetti straps and a V-neckline adorned with sexy red lace.

"So Bianca honey," Genevieve was saying as she came around the corner from the bathroom, tying the belt of the matching short silk robe she'd slipped on over her nightie. "What time do you think we should...," her words trailed off as she found Bianca was face down on her bed, sound asleep with the TV still on.

Genevieve could not help but smile adoringly and allow herself a very comforting moment to watch Bianca sleep. At length, she proceeded to tenderly tuck her stepdaughter in, give her a kiss on the cheek, and turn off the television, as any caring and dedicated mother would do. After that, she slipped off her robe and snuggled down under the covers of the opposite bed. Slipping on her reading glasses, Genevieve began scanning through her phone. But within minutes, her eyes were so heavy that she could barely see in front of her. Setting her phone and glasses on the bedside table then, she switched off the lamp and promptly fell asleep.

It had been a wonderful day.

*

Genevieve woke abruptly as her peaceful slumber was suddenly pierced by a sharp cry of an almost animalistic nature. Intuitively springing up to a seated position, she then perceived a violent rustling through the darkness followed by a loud thump and a low, guttural groan coming from the direction of Bianca's bed. With her respiration racing and her heart pounding, Genevieve hastily turned on the bedside lamp to discover that Bianca had fallen out of bed.

"Oh God! Baby!"

Seeing her stepdaughter in distress, the maternal instincts that had become so prominent and powerful in Genevieve the past couple of years instantly kicked into overdrive. Throwing back the covers, she leapt out of bed and was immediately on her knees beside the girl on the floor. Bianca was lying on her left side, still asleep, her back toward Genevieve's bed with her right leg tightly tangled in the sheet that was holding it up along the side of her bed.

"Bianca," Genevieve said, gently placing her hand on her stepdaughter's arm. "Baby, wake up." The girl whimpered softly in her sleep as her stepmother shook her faintly. "Bianca, sweetheart."

"Momma?"

Even though she'd mumbled it so innocently in her sleep; this was the first time Bianca had ever indisputably referred to Genevieve by that most endearing of titles, and it pierced her heart and soul so profoundly. Ironically though, Genevieve had to promptly set aside the impassioned emotions and the stinging tears that had been stirred by being called momma for the first time in favor of the pressing instinct to mother.

"Yes baby, it's momma. You fell out of bed..." Genevieve's voice was shaky, still so moved by being called momma. "Are you okay?"

Bianca mumbled on indistinctly in her state of nominal consciousness. Finally, in a marginally coherent voice she said, "I'm cold."

It was then that Genevieve noticed that Bianca was naked from the waist down. The girl was still wearing the long T-shirt she'd worn to bed, though it was ridden up and lodged just under her breasts. But the sweatpants she'd been wearing were now absent, as were her panties.

Genevieve knew that Bianca was subject to periodic episodes of sleepwalking because she had witnessed it on more than one occasion. So, it was only logical to assume that Bianca had taken her sweats and panties off in her sleep without conscious awareness of it and would have no memory of doing so. Just as Genevieve untangled her stepdaughter's leg from the sheet, Bianca rolled over suddenly onto her back which caused her legs to slip apart and spread wide.

That's when Genevieve first saw it, and she instantly froze.

Reflexively cupping her hand softly over her mouth to stifle both a gasp and a chirp of total shock, Genevieve stared in utter astonishment with her bulging eyes locked upon the slouched penis that was nestled up against a smooth but heavy scrotum between Bianca's legs. Time seemed suddenly to stand still as Genevieve became entirely transfixed. Her mind raced erratically with innumerable questions and countless emotions as her heart was once again ramming frantically. As she continued to ogle in wonderment at Bianca's organ, Genevieve suddenly felt an intensely erotic and most vivid tingling deep in her vagina.

Locating a pinpoint of calm and reason in the swirling turmoil and insanity of her mind just then, Genevieve closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath as she rallied her potent motherly instincts and the resolute unconditional love for Bianca behind them. Immediately, her heart rate decreased, and her respiration normalized.

This was still her darling little Bianca. The girl she loved as if she was her very own, and who she cherished more than anyone else on Earth. Okay, there were some things that the two of them still needed to address.

Obviously! And they would.

They would find their way through this together. As any mother and daughter would. And in the end, they would come out the other side of it stronger and with a bond of trust and affection far deeper than the one they already shared.

Regaining her full composure now, Genevieve tenderly slid her arms under Bianca's body and began to lift her up.

"Come on baby. Let's get you back into bed."

"Okay," Bianca was still effectively asleep as she murmured disjointedly.

Despite her considerable size advantage compared to Bianca, Genevieve nonetheless struggled lifting the virtual deadweight her vegetative stepdaughter currently was.

"Here we go sweetie," Genevieve said as she got Bianca to her feet, gently turned her around and then seated her on the mattress.

Cradling the girl's upper body protectively in her arms, Genevieve carefully lowered her onto her back. With her eyes still closed, Bianca's arms flopped down and out across the mattress. She then snorted like a little piglet and sneezed, all in her sleep. Genevieve had to stifle a laugh but could not help but smile broadly at the sheer adorability of it all. After carefully lifting Bianca's legs up and laying them gently down on the mattress, Genevieve was gathering the blanket and sheets to cover the girl when her eyes suddenly sprang open.

"Genevieve?" Bianca said drowsily. "What's going on?"

"It's okay baby. You just fell out of bed in your sleep is all. I've got you though. You're okay. Go back to sleep love."

"I'm cold. Why am I so...," she abruptly halted in mid-sentence as she glanced down her body, observing her total nudity below the waist. Her face instantly went horribly ashen while her eyes filled with unyielding terror. "Oh no!"

Genevieve immediately sensed the impending panic meltdown and tried desperately to abate it. "Bianca honey, it's okay. Please try to stay calm."

"Oh my God," Bianca distraughtly wailed as her eyes flooded instantly with tears.

"Sweetheart, it's alright."

"Oh my God! No!! Oh no!!!" Bianca was shrieking.

"Baby please, stay calm. It's okay!"

Bianca squealed in virtual agony as she leapt out of the bed and charged toward the bathroom at full speed, sobbing wretchedly.

"Bianca, please... Wait!"

The bathroom door slammed definitively, and the lock clicked. Genevieve, standing now alone in the room between the two beds could hear Bianca's anguished weeping through the wall and the closed door. It was more than a mother could bear; thus Genevieve felt her heart breaking and her soul crushed under the weight of her stepdaughter's woeful despair and appalling humiliation.

With resounding determination, Genevieve promptly put on her silk robe, secured it tightly around her and approached the bathroom door, driven by her infinite love for Bianca. Positioning her ear within inches of it now, she could hear the despondent bawling far more distinctly, causing her own eyes to well with tears of the deepest compassion.

"Bianca honey," Genevieve spoke supportively as she knocked softly on the door. "Please come out." No response. "Sweetheart, there is nothing for you to be upset about. Everything is okay. You don't have anything to be ashamed of." A pause. Still no response. "This doesn't change a thing for me baby. Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you! Nothing!! And nothing ever would or could drive me away from you!" Another pause. Bianca had stopped crying. "Sweetie, please come out and let's talk. I love you with all my heart baby girl! You mean more to me than anything else in the world! I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. Please come out."

Just then, the lock clicked, and the bathroom door slowly opened revealing a trembling Bianca standing just behind it with her porcelain cheeks heavily tear-stained and quivering while her wide-spread eyes were puffy, blood shot and still drowning in pools of tears.

"Oh honey." Genevieve's heart exploded then as she beheld the dejected girl. She immediately opened her arms in the most welcoming fashion. "Come here darling."

Three timid steps forward and Bianca was engulfed in the most loving and cocooning embrace of her life. She clung to Genevieve so fervidly in return as she began to sob piteously again with her body compacted soundly against her stepmother.

"I'm sorry," Bianca blubbered witheringly into Genevieve's chest. "I'm so sorry."

"For what honey? You don't have anything to be sorry about."

"Yes I do! I should have told you the truth about me a long time ago."

"Oh darling. That's the last thing I'm concerned about." There was a pause then as Genevieve held Bianca in her arms so protectively. Finally she said, "But since you mention it, why didn't you?"

Bianca managed to emotionally collect herself as she took a slight step back, remaining in Genevieve's arms but now able to look up into her stepmother's tender, compassion-filled eyes. "I was terrified of how you'd feel about it. I figured that if you knew what I was that you'd be totally repulsed by me. That you'd hate me."

"Oh sweetheart," Genevieve said. "How could you ever think such a thing? You could never repulse me. And I could certainly never hate you. So, you're transgender. What's wrong with that? It doesn't change a thing."

Bianca scoffed and said, "If only it were that simple."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not transgender," Bianca said. "I'm intersex. In the politically incorrect world, I'd be labeled a hermaphrodite! I was born with both male and female genitalia and tissues. But according to the so-called experts that have been up my ass all my life, my case is most peculiar. Extraordinary some called it. One of the rarest of the rarest. Which in layman's terms means they can't define me or even begin to explain how something like me specifically even happens. Nobody can."

"Oh honey," sighed Genevieve and she pulled Bianca back into her full embrace.

"I have ovaries, tubes, and most of the uterus," said Bianca. "I don't produce eggs, so I don't flow, and I can't get pregnant. Which is a good thing considering that instead of having a cervix or a vagina, I have exactly what you just saw. And a prostate too." She sighed, slid back to look up at Genevieve again and took a few deep breaths.

"I see."

"But the most bizarre aspect about me," Bianca said. "Is how my hormones work. I have excessively elevated levels of both estrogen and testosterone, but nobody has been able to figure out or even remotely begin to understand how they regulate, correlate, shift or balance in me. Or whatever else they do or don't do or are supposed to do or not supposed to do. A couple of the so-called specialists actually used the word mutant. Hormonal mutation. So, is it any wonder that the woman who birthed me offed herself right in front of me?"

"Please don't say that Bianca," said Genevieve. "That wasn't your fault."

Bianca sighed and then said, "Doesn't matter anymore. You know, there seems to be no group of people more marginalized and hated in the world today than transgender people. Well, allow me to introduce the mutant freak that is me."

"Bianca, stop it!"

"Did you ever see Batman Returns?"

"Is that the one with Danny Devito as the Penguin and Michelle Pfieffer as Catwoman?"

"Yeah. Anyway, there's a scene near the end of the movie where the Penguin and Batman are fighting, and the Penguin tells Batman that he is just jealous, because Penguin is a genuine freak, but Batman must wear a mask to be one."

"I'm warning you, Bianca! Stop saying that!"

"I'm a genuine freak. Trannies are just wearing masks."

"That's enough!! Stop it!!!" Genevieve was furious. So angry in fact that tears were streaming down her cheeks. She grabbed Bianca by the arms and shook her roughly as she shouted, "Stop berating yourself! You're being so unfair and so horrible to yourself! And you're being unfair and horrible to my daughter!!! You're slandering her so cruelly. Don't you ever refer to yourself or speak about yourself or about anyone else that way ever again young lady, do you understand me? Never again!"

Genevieve pulled Bianca back into her arms then and held her close, engulfing her in a cocoon of her arms and body. The two of them wept together for several minutes. Finally, Genevieve gently pushed Bianca back a step, cupping her cheeks in her hands and said, "You are not a freak my love!" Her tone was so much softer now. Full of love and compassion. "You are a vibrant and gorgeous young woman! You are an exquisite and precious human being. A divinely unique and irreplaceable creation. You are priceless to me! And nothing could ever change how I feel about you. I love you so much!"

Tears were still streaming down both women's cheeks as gentle smiles filled their lips while they gazed deeply into each other's soggy eyes. Taking a moment then to clear the lump of emotion from her throat, Bianca finally said softly, "And I love you too! You're my best friend, Genevieve. More than that; you're my... my mother. The only true mother I've ever had. You had every right to know the truth about me, and I should have told you. But I was just so scared of losing you."

"You've told me now baby," Genevieve offered soothingly. "And that's all that matters. And just as I told your father once, the night you and I met in fact: You're not getting rid of me that easily my dear. In fact, you're never getting rid of me at all. You'll never lose me. You never could. And you'll never have to be alone or face anything alone again. And now that I know the truth, we can talk about it and work through it together, okay? We'll work and go through everything together. I promise. That's what family does. Just no more secrets!"

"Okay," Bianca agreed and gave her a weak smile.

"But the truth is, in terms of this matter, there's really nothing, at least as far as the two of us are concerned, to work through."

"What do you mean?"

"You are exactly who you are my love. And I wouldn't want it or have it any other way."

"But I don't even know what I am most of the time. Let alone who." She was on the verge of sobbing again.

Genevieve tenderly cupped her stepdaughter's cheeks and stared into her eyes. "You are Bianca Magdalena Volden. A lovely, vivacious, compassionate, intelligent and sophisticated young woman who I love more than life itself. You're my baby! You're the light of my life and the darling of my heart! That's what and who you are! And I love you because you're you! And you're no different to me now than you were ten minutes ago. But do you know what? I love you even more now than I did ten minutes ago. And that is regardless of anything! And I'll love you even more than now in ten more minutes. That's how a mother loves."

"I love you so much," Bianca whimpered as tears raced down her cheeks. "Momma."

"And I love you even more my baby," Genevieve replied and kissed Bianca's forehead. The two of them smiled sweetly. "Now get back in here."

Bianca plowed back into her stepmother's warm body and cocooning embrace; both women clinging to the other even more ardently than before. They held each other so devotedly for several moments, affectionately caressing each other without a word being spoken between them and Genevieve periodically kissed Bianca's silky chestnut hair on the top of her head.

Suddenly, Genevieve felt a very distinctive and bulging hardness pressing against her inner thigh. She knew exactly what it was, and assumed that if she could feel it, Bianca must feel it too. Still, neither of them moved nor spoke a word. Genevieve could feel her heartbeat beginning to accelerate and her breath becoming short as that erotic tingling she'd experienced in her vagina suddenly returned with a seeming vengeance, for it was now rapidly coursing throughout her body, which was also filling with deep and arousing exotic heat. To make matters worse, she felt a much larger wave of intensely warm moistness deluging her loins that were also beginning to ache and quiver with desperate sexual need.

Genevieve knew she had to do something or at least say something. The question was what exactly to say or to do. Bianca was so fragile right now. But the fact remained that Genevieve didn't want these stirrings to stop. As wrong as they seemed given the situation, they nevertheless felt so right and so stimulating. Plus, she couldn't get the vision of Bianca's cock out of her mind. She longed to lift her stepdaughter's T-shirt so she could see it, now hard and fully erect. She wanted to stroke it. She wanted to take it in her mouth, suck it carnally and swallow it deeply. She wanted it inside her now warm and moist pussy that was aching so wantonly for it.

Oh my God! What is happening here? What the fuck is wrong with me? How can I be thinking about such things?

"Bianca," Genevieve finally forced herself to speak. "Bianca, honey... You ahh... Oh God, how do I say this? Bianca sweetie..."

"Huh?" Bianca murmured, oblivious to the situation.

"You ahh... I mean, I feel your..." Genevieve babbled, desperately trying to find the right words.

"What's the matter?" Bianca asked absentmindedly.

"Your ahh... your... penis is poking me honey."

"Oh God." Bianca took a couple of steps backward and then both women glanced down her body to find that her long T-shirt was tented by her generous erection. "Oh my God!" Bianca's eyes flooded with tears again as her face flushed the brightest shade of red.

"It's okay baby," Genevieve reassured her calmly. "It's okay." Bianca wrestled herself out of her stepmother's arms and pushed past her as she stormed out of the bathroom. "Sweetheart don't do this please...,"

Genevieve spun around but then paused abruptly to gather herself as she cut off her words. She could not believe that she had looked down when Bianca did and was now rebuking herself savagely for having not only blushed, but for her entire body flushing with erotic torridness when she noted the considerable size of her stepdaughter's erection.

Taking a deep breath to fully steady herself, Genevieve then hurried out of the bathroom and returned to stand between the beds, where she found that Bianca had curled up in a ball and covered herself entirely under the blanket. Sitting down on the edge of Bianca's bed, Genevieve gently laid a hand on the girl's arm.

"Bianca baby," she said. "Please come out from under there. It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. Honey, please sit up and talk to me."

"Could you at least sit on your bed first," Bianca groaned pitifully.

"Of course." Genevieve stood and moved to the edge of the opposite bed where she sat. Bianca then slowly emerged from under the covers. "Now, can you at least sit up and face me so we can talk?"

Bianca did as she was asked, though begrudgingly, and was careful to keep the sheets and blankets covering her lap and legs as she sat on the edge of her bed and faced her stepmother.

"I'm sorry," Bianca said.

"Baby," Genevieve stated firmly. "Please stop saying you're sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. You're not doing anything wrong. What happened just now was a perfectly normal physiological reaction." Bianca studied her stepmother incredulously as she listened. "I've had plenty of experience in my life with ahh...." Genevieve's words trailed off then.

"Hard dicks poking you?" Bianca finished for her, diverting her gaze away all the while.

"Yes," Genevieve awkwardly offered. "But you see, when those... ahh... those things are put in situations like the one we just experienced - where there is warmth and friction and lots of affection, they just do what they do. It's a perfectly natural response to stimulation. It's nothing for you to be ashamed of. If anything, it demonstrates what a healthy young woman you are... And if you want to know the absolute truth, I'm actually... very flattered. I hope that doesn't weird you out too much."

"I think we're well past that point," Bianca said.

"Agreed," Genevieve conceded. The two of them fell silent for a moment. Bianca was trembling slightly. Genevieve gave her stepdaughter a warm and reassuring smile before continuing with, "So, let's talk honey. Just you and me. Right here, right now. Whatever you want to tell me. Whatever you want to talk about. Let's just get it all out there. No more secrets. But then, what could be left that could make this whole situation anymore....," she cut herself off abruptly.

"Freaky?" quipped Bianca.

"I was actually going to say awkward," said Genevieve uncomfortably. "But yeah... Freaky."

"Okay," stated Bianca almost immediately then. "So, you said no more secrets, right? Well, then I'd better tell you that I'm in love with you."

"I know you are sweetie, and I love you too," Genevieve replied. "With all my heart."

"No," Bianca stated nervously. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean yes, I do love you... like a mother. As my mother. With all my heart too. But I'm also very, very much in love with you. Like... Like a girlfriend. Or a wife. I'm so attracted to you. Sexually attracted."

"Oh!"

Genevieve's respiration instantly skyrocketed. She thus had to struggle with all her might to keep her composure steady and her face unreadable. Her heart suddenly jumped to maximum overdrive as did all the symptoms of the intense carnal desire that she had been swept up with.

Bianca then elaborated. "From the very instant that I first saw you. When I came out onto the balcony where you and Dad were having a glass of wine. You were the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. So tall, so sexy, so sensuous. Everything about you! Your voice, your hair, your lips, your legs, and your..." her words trailed off and Genevieve could see the girl blushing as her eyes diverted away.

"My breasts?"

"Yeah. They're so beautiful!"

"What about my hips and my ass? I work damn hard on those you know." Genevieve wanted to try and keep the mood light for the sake of aiding Bianca's comfort.

"Them too," Bianca blushed again. "You're gorgeous, Genevieve! Every nook and cranny of you. The sexiest woman I've ever seen. And I fell in love with you at once. Then as time went on, you proved you were just as gorgeous on the inside as you were on the outside. That you weren't a gold digger. That you genuinely cared about my father, and about me. You were so nice to me. You even asked me to be your maid of honor. And I know that I was really shitty to you at the wedding. But that's because I was angry at you for marrying my father instead of me. Yet I still was so deeply in love with you. So crazy about you! I wanted you so much! For you to be mine so badly. I still do! I'm so sorry."

Bianca buried her face in her hands and wept.

Genevieve remained in reverent silence as she gazed at the fragile young woman sitting across from her. Her heart was pounding mercilessly because every word Bianca had just spoken had pulled so compellingly deep upon it that her arteries were aching. Never had she been so deeply touched nor so heartily moved because no one had ever professed such passionate feelings for her. With her own body now beginning to tremble, Genevieve's mind raced to locate anything remotely logical. But there was none to be found.

How could there be?

She loved Bianca so deeply and was now at last fully able to admit to herself that she was equally attracted to and passionately in love with her. Not just as mother to daughter, but as lover to lover. Love was so tricky that way. Though she had never seriously considered becoming intimately or romantically involved with another woman in the past, Genevieve had always fostered a quiet erotic fondness for women despite her sexual keenness for men.

Yet upon meeting Bianca and finding her to be the cutest and most precious little thing she'd ever laid eyes on, Genevieve's initial attraction to the girl had been entirely and so powerfully maternal; particularly as they first became better acquainted and Bianca began coming out of her shell. Then as they truly began to bond and Bianca's trust in and love for Genevieve flourished, the younger woman began to become so much more confident, and this dramatically amplified her already stunning physical beauty and her overall appeal in her stepmother's eyes. Thus, Genevieve's fondness for Bianca grew far beyond the point that she was morally comfortable with as she began harboring a deep sexual attraction to her.

But for reasons that Genevieve could not explain or rather, did not want to vindicate, the discovery of Bianca's long-held secret and the subsequent revelations that followed were sparking an unprecedented level of arousal, lust and desire within her. An ominous sexual yearning that was so wanton and carnal in its nature. The craving of a forbidden fruit whose beckoning was far too seducing for her to resist.

Finally composing herself fully, Genevieve slid off her bed and onto her knees, drawing upon the vast ocean of maternal love she held for Bianca, united now with the blossoming romantic passion and sexual desire she was at last, allowing herself to freely feel for her. While remnants of hesitation and self-reproach still chaffed the back of her mind, even after Bianca's own professions of passionate romance and sexual desire for her, Genevieve firmly resolved to follow her heart rather than her mind as she knee-stepped directly over to and in front of Bianca. Tenderly cupping the young woman's cheeks in her palms, Genevieve lifted her head and then adoringly surveyed the lovely face of her beautiful stepdaughter. They gazed earnestly into each other's pleading eyes for a long moment before Genevieve softly kissed Bianca's forehead.

"Bianca my love," Genevieve purred. "Those were, without a doubt, the most beautiful words anyone has ever spoken to me. Now, for the last time, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. Nothing at all. Hence, I don't want to hear those words come out of your mouth again. Do you understand?" Bianca nodded and there was a moment of silence as Genevieve continued to smile sweetly at her stepdaughter until finally drawing out a cute little smile from her before she murmured in a seductive hiss. "I'm in love with you too, my darling. So deeply. You're the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on! And I'm so attracted to you too. I have been for a long time."

"Are you serious?"

"I am. When have I ever lied to you?"

"Never."

"Never!" Genevieve hissed in a whisper. "So, would you like to kiss me? And I don't mean as your friend or your stepmother."

"Yes." Bianca was barely hearable.

"Then please do. After all, it's now effectively your birthright to do so. Because if you look at the time, you'll see that it's well after midnight. Which means that it's your birthday my love. And whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets."

"I want you."

"Then," Genevieve said as she untied the belt of her robe. "I'm all yours."

Bianca smiled luminously as she gently cupped Genevieve's face in her hands.

"I love you so much."

"And I love you too." Genevieve's robe slipped softly down off her arms and crumpled on the floor behind her.

The couple then shared their first kiss as lovers. Genevieve brought her hands around and placed them tenderly on her stepdaughter's outer thighs, pulling away the blanket and sheets covering them. Bianca moaned softly then, pressing her lips more fervently against Genevieve's mouth.

"Oh yes..."Bianca mouthed.

"Slowly baby. We've got all night and I'm not going anywhere."

"God, your lips are so soft," Bianca mused dreamily.

"So are yours," Genevieve was murmuring as her hands slid further up onto Bianca's hips.

"I want to taste your mouth."

"Savor it, love."

Pressing her lips firmly against Genevieve's once more, Bianca tightened her grip on her stepmother's face as she felt the luscious lip's parting. She pushed her tongue gently through them then, coaxing out a low and sensual moan from Genevieve, whose mouth was pure silken sensuality; warm, succulent and salacious. Bianca moaned softly as she felt her stepmother's hands sliding further up her hips and around where her bottom met the mattress. Bianca then tenderly cupped both sides of Genevieve's jawline as she kissed her deeper, their lips locking around each other.

Still on her knees, Genevieve slowly rose up higher on them, coming level with Bianca's face as she gradually swathed her hands up her stepdaughter's back, bringing them around and cupping the girl's jawline as she gently slipped out of their kiss. The two women smiled as they stared passionately into each other's eyes. Bianca was on the verge of panting.

"Give me your tongue baby," Genevieve purred.

Bianca obeyed immediately, gently sticking out her tongue. Leaving her hands in place, Genevieve slipped her lips around it, tenderly suckled it and then bobbed her head steadily back and forth, sucking her stepdaughter's tongue as if it were her cock. The older woman then encapsulated it completely in her mouth, pushed forward and sealed her mouth firmly against Bianca's. She engulfed the younger woman's body in her arms as they kissed deeply then. Bianca slid her arms zealously around Genevieve, reveling in the feel of the soft satin of her stepmother's nightie and the alluring firmness of her sexy body beneath it.

Just then, Bianca felt Genevieve's hands tugging on the bottom hem of her T-shirt, attempting to pull it up. They slipped out of their kiss and gazed at each other.

"Take this off sweetie. I want to see all of you. Explore you." Bianca gave a darling little smile of ascent. Genevieve slid back and then lowered herself so that her bottom rested on her calves and heels. She then watched with breathless anticipation as Bianca stood up, pulled her shirt up over her head and off before tossing it aside. She then released her long chestnut hair from its ponytail and shook it out before letting her arms fall to her sides, allowing Genevieve to take in her completely naked body.

Bianca was trembling. She could feel her heart hammering mercilessly in her chest while her respiration was frenzied.

She felt so vulnerable and exposed.

But with just one look at Genevieve's face, seeing her beautiful smile and feeling her eyes caressing every inch of her with such reverence and adoration, Bianca felt a blissful wave of peace, comfort and safety wash over her. For her part, Genevieve was in a state of absolute awe as her sea green eyes keenly feasted upon her stepdaughter's superlative body and her utterly immaculate nudity.

She was breathtaking.

"Are you okay baby?" Genevieve asked, noting Bianca's lingering trepidation. "You have nothing to be afraid of my love. My God, just look at you. You're exquisite. A work of art. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Thank you." Bianca had never been spoken to this way. She never dreamed it was possible. She was so incredibly humbled and felt a tear stream down her cheek.

"And I would never do anything to hurt you," Genevieve vowed. "And I would never touch you in any way that you didn't want me to. You know that don't you?"

"Yes," Bianca replied. "I'm okay. Really, I am. I'm just so happy."

"So am I," Genevieve whispered. "But maybe this will make you feel a little more comfortable."

With that, Genevieve rose up again on her knees, took hold of the bottom hem of her nightie and gently pulled it up over her head and off. Tossing it aside, she smiled sweetly at Bianca as she lowered herself back down again, clad now in only her black panties, leaving her own beautiful naked breasts of fair and shimmering alabaster flesh on full display to her stepdaughter.

"Oh Genevieve," murmured Bianca. "Your breasts. They're more gorgeous than I ever imagined."

"Thank you," Genevieve replied with a complimented blush as she then cupped her aching breasts in her hands.

Bianca stared helplessly at her stepmother's chest. Genevieve's breasts were larger than her own but appeared as youthfully perky as well as soft and supple with light maroon areolas the size of a half-dollar coin and plump nipples.

"I want to touch you," Bianca whispered.

"You will darling. But only if you let me touch you first."

"Okay."

Rising on her knees once more and with just the tips of her fingers, Genevieve began ever so slowly and sensually gliding over every inch of Bianca's pristine hourglass shape with those splendid feminine curves and that superlative bottom. Those modest but beautiful flippant breasts that Genevieve now fondly caressed, relishing their youthfully suppleness and softness, and with the darling pink, quarter-sized areolas and the preciously perky little nipples which she now sampled the flavor.

Just then, she felt another enticing poking sensation against her belly. She lifted her gaze and smiled at Bianca coyly.

"Patience my darling," she purred. "I'll get to her."

Genevieve continued the wanton exploration of Bianca's divine body.

That utterly flawless porcelain-like flesh. So fair, soft and smooth. Those long, silken locks of chestnut hair, that stunning and exquisitely shaped face. Those darling wide-spread and expressive eyes of dazzling electric blue. Those pouty, crimson-hued lips and that perfect chin. Those sexily defined and sloped shoulders. Her exemplary and masterfully sculpted legs.

"You're so beautiful baby," Genevieve cooed in a whispered voice. "So beautiful."

Skimming the tips of her fingernails in a mere graze down over the velvety soft skin of her stepdaughter's firm thighs, Genevieve's surveyed Bianca's now more distended cock that dangled now semi-softly from her completely hairless, satiny smooth pubis with the hefty scrotum collected just behind and beneath it. Finding it far more appealing than most others she had encountered and experienced throughout her life, Genevieve cited confidentially to herself that the word coming most predominately to her mind in describing it was cute. Bianca's cock was so cute. This was a word that she would never dream of saying to a man regarding his apparatus unless she wanted to truly emasculate him and she determined that it was best to not speak it aloud to Bianca either.

It was fully circumcised with a keenly shaped head while the shaft, though slack and still slightly shriveled presently, was vein-laced and stout. It was a healthy shade of rustic pink in color, thus darker in comparison to the balance of Bianca's ivory flesh.

Genevieve was completely mesmerized. She still had so many questions. But doubted Bianca had any answers. Either way, it could wait, for her state of intense arousal was superseding all else. At last, Genevieve lifted her eyes to meet Bianca's gaze, which was now possessed by the most precious and innocent of expressions.

"Can I stroke your cock?" asked Genevieve in a sensuous hiss.

"Oh God, yes!" Bianca pleaded.

Genevieve smiled so seductively then as she slid her hand up under the stretched but still lax penis, letting it curve gently in between her thumb and index finger where she lovingly kissed the smooth head and then sipped it enticingly between her moist lips. She then softly engulfed the shaft in her full hand and sensing it already responding to her sensual caress, spilled a thick line of her saliva upon it before tenderly beginning to stroke it in her soft fist.

With her own loins now engorging, flooding with intense heat and moistness, Genevieve pushed her wide-open mouth forward until she had fully ingested her stepdaughter's cock and most of her scrotum.

"Oh fuck!" Bianca was suddenly in heaven.

The young woman inhaled a hissing breath while her head fell back in enraptured ecstasy as she felt herself immersed in the warmth and succulence of her stepmother's silken mouth and slick throat. While she had been swallowed before, it could not even remotely compare with this, for Genevieve's expert appliance of pressure and suction accompanied by the sultry heat and lusciousness of her mouth and throat were unprecedentedly wondrous.

Genevieve gulped deeply and gave a garbled growl as she gently shook her head. She could feel Bianca already beginning to swell and harden. Pressing even further, Genevieve felt the now puffed up and pulsing head of Bianca's cock press against the back of her throat. Sliding her head back with her mouth and lips snuggly clutched around the steadily lengthening and hardening penis to the base of its head, Genevieve grabbed the base of the shaft in her curved fingers as she then rapidly pushed her head forward again, swallowing Bianca to the hilt.

The older woman then commenced a smooth and steady rhythm of rapid back and forth head bobs along the thick and stiffening length while maintaining the expertly firm level of pressure and suction as well as sultry heated salivate basting.

"Oh yeah," Genevieve growled wantonly with a hissing breath, strings of her thick saliva oozing off her lips as Bianca's now much longer, thicker and hardening dick popped out of her mouth, glistening from top to bottom in Genevieve's saliva and she fervently stroked it. "Your cock tastes so good."

"Oh Genevieve," Bianca moaned in euphoria as she stroked her stepmother's hair.

"Sit down baby," Genevieve ordered, and Bianca did. The girl then stretched out on the mattress, leaning back on her elbows just in time to watch Genevieve eagerly swallowing her again after having been sensually stroking her the whole time. Bianca gasped deeply, her head fell back, and her eyes spun as she felt the immense pleasures of Genevieve's mouth and throat once again sensuously engulfing all around her.

"Oh Genevieve..." Bianca hissed carnally. "That feels so amazing. You do that so fucking good!"

Her cock then came free of her stepmother's hungry mouth with a resounding pop.

"Mmm... I love sucking cock," hissed Genevieve, fervently stroking her stepdaughter's glistening extent. "And you've got such a beautiful cock baby. It's perfect for sucking."

Genevieve swallowed Bianca deeply again, now finding it a more challenging task as her cock was a virtual tower, standing fully erect and incredibly hard with enticing girth while her full scrotum had slackened further. Genevieve thus took Bianca in at a far slower and gentler pace; all the while being erotically charmed at how sizable and solid her stepdaughter was as she tenderly fondled her scrotum in her palm and fingers as she sucked her.

Knowing full well that given Bianca's youth and excitement, she could be easily overstimulated and climax far too prematurely. Thus, Genevieve had to manage her most carefully to sustain her. But before that, the older woman had to first manage herself for she was practically burning alive from the inside out with incendiary desire and insatiable lust.

Bianca lay flat on her back with her head rolling softly back and forth in utter ecstasy, engrossed passionately in the exotic lasciviousness of Genevieve sucking and stroking her. She caroused in the intensely erotic echoes of slurping, sloshing, spitting and suctioning associated with the act, as well as the continuous resonance of moans, growls and hisses of raw carnality that all emanated from Genevieve's slavering mouth as she pleasured her. Lifting her head up off the mattress just then, Bianca's eyes caught the piercing carnal gaze of her stepmother, who was then stroking her elongated and gleaming piece in her fist as she stared so intensely at her stepdaughter.

"Does it feel-good baby?"

"Oh God yes," replied Bianca, who then pushed herself up into a full sitting position and cupped Genevieve's thoroughly salivated chin. "Kiss me. I want to taste my cock in your mouth."

The two women captured each other's mouths greedily, searing their lips together as their tongues dueled for dominance within their sultry throats all the while Genevieve never ceased stroking Bianca. Finally, the younger woman pulled out of their kiss and stared passionately into her stepmother's eyes.

"My turn now," Bianca hissed with a carnal gleam in her eyes. "Get up on the bed."

They shared another brief but tender kiss before Genevieve lifted herself up off her knees and sat down on the edge of her bed with Bianca's aide. The young woman then stood domineeringly over her stepmother, feeling so very sexy, vibrant and empowered behind her exceling erection. Giving Genevieve a seducing smile, Bianca then pushed the older woman down onto her back on the mattress and hurriedly tugged off her panties. Tossing them aside, Bianca then dropped to her knees beside the bed, spreading Genevieve's long and beautiful legs wide apart before gazing captively at her stepmother's luxurious pussy.

It was a ripe and vivacious sexual flower; one of the most beautiful she'd ever looked upon with such luscious, vibrant petals and pungent fleshy folds that were all fully engorged and glistening with sweet nectar while the prominence of Genevieve's clitoris dominated at the peak of the mound, just below a small but manicured truss of auburn fur. Placing her hands delicately on either side of this most sacred orchid of womanhood, Bianca tenderly opened Genevieve and then gazed timelessly into her humid, pulsing depths. The lustful heat emanating out of her stepmother's body through her lurid little aperture was almost incendiary while her scent was intoxicatingly potent.

"Mmm, I love the way you're touching me my love," Genevieve purred tenderly.

"You're so beautiful momma. Wait. Should I still be calling you that? Especially right now?"

"Of course, baby," Genevieve cooed. "I'll always be your momma. But I'm also your lover. And for you to call me that now makes this even more exciting and erotic. So naughty too!"

"Forbidden?" added Bianca. "Perverted? All around fucking hot!"

"Yes," Genevieve hissed. "And do you know what would make it even hotter? Volcanic like hot? Calling me mommy."

"Oh my God," Bianca whispered with a devilish grin. "You're so twisted. Mommy!"

"Thank you," replied Genevieve. "Now put your mouth in my pussy, baby. Eat mommy's pussy before you fuck it." The words had not even completely cleared her lips when Genevieve's body spasmed and a deep gasping moan catapulted from her mouth as she absorbed the ravenous oral onslaught Bianca instantly commenced. "Oh baby!!!"

"Oh mommy," growled Bianca with her mouth full of her stepmother's saturated and sweltering pussy. "You're fucking delicious."

Genevieve managed to lift herself up onto her elbows and seize fistfuls of the sheets as she watched her stepdaughter insatiably devour her.

This was not the girl's first time to eat pussy for she was exceptional at it. Bianca feasted on Genevieve for several wondrous minutes, probing her tongue into her stepmother's juicy depths, sipping the warm, delectable nectar within. She sucked the thick, fleshy folds and meaty petals hungrily between her lips and battered the bulging clit with her tongue all the while luxuriating in Genevieve's melodious and unremitting sensuous moaning and gasping as her body twitched and strained against the intense pleasure and building orgasmic pressure.

Finally, Genevieve pushed Bianca's greedily feasting mouth off her pulsating pussy.

"I can't wait anymore baby," hissed Genevieve avidly. "I need your cock inside me now. Get up here." With a mischievous smile, Bianca rose to her feet and began to slide on the bed, but Genevieve suddenly halted her. "Wait! Let me suck you again first."

As Bianca stood full upright beside the bed, Genevieve greedily snatched her soaringly erect and throbbing penis in her fist and took it frenziedly into her mouth. The young woman's head fell back, and she moaned sensuously as the searing heat, invigorating suction and stewing moistness of her stepmother's mouth and throat once again encapsulated her.

Placing her hand on Genevieve's head and digging her fingers into the silky auburn hair, Bianca guided the older woman as her head bobbed furiously back and forth; her lips and mouth snuggly enveloped around the smooth, vein-laced flesh of her pulsing cock, deluging its rigid duration from top to bottom, wholly consuming it to the point of causing her to gag and choke. Then with a final loud pop, Bianca's dripping meat came free of her stepmother's drooling lips and salivating mouth.

"I need you inside me," Genevieve hissed. "I need you to fuck me baby."

Genevieve then rapidly scurried up toward the front and center of the bed, stretching out on her back and spreading her legs. Bianca followed in equal haste, sliding between her stepmother's wide-open legs onto her knees. Gripping her stringent erection in her fist as she guided it to Genevieve's soaking, splayed open vagina, Bianca teasingly pushed the pulsing and bulbous, mushroom-shaped head between the silky folds and then slid it into the snug and driveling little notch.

"I love you Genevieve."

"I love you Bianca."

And with that, Bianca sank into Genevieve's warm and inviting depths. Both women's eyes rolled back in their heads, their mouths went agape, and they moaned passionately in unison as they became one body.

"Oh God," wailed Bianca. She was on the verge of elated tears. "I've wanted this for so long."

Genevieve's body was so welcoming.

The soft and cuddlesome pressure of her tunnel combined with the sensuous heat and sultry plushness of it was now sheathing Bianca's hard and penetrating presence so devotedly.

"Welcome home baby," Genevieve purred with a smile as she gazed up into those young and dazzling blue eyes. Just then, Bianca stabbed her stepmother forcefully, impaling her so deeply that it caused Genevieve's body to arch toward the ceiling. Her sea green eyes rolled back into her sockets, her mouth fell agape, and she sucked in a deep, gasping breath as she absorbed the extraordinary pleasure of such a violating but exquisite intrusion. "Oh my God baby," she gasped. "So deep. Oh, you're in so deep."

Genevieve was phenomenally filled.

As it had been over two years since she'd last had a lover inside her, Genevieve deemed her vaginal depths being stretched to the limit. The last lover of course, had been Sven, and once they'd married, their sex life had all but evaporated. And though Bianca was not the biggest lover Genevieve had ever had inside her, she was by far the most devoted and passionate, and her technique quickly proved remarkable.

But it was the way that Bianca was looking at Genevieve as she made love to her that transcended all else. Gazing so longingly and mystically into her eyes, seeing into her very soul. Those young and enchanting blue eyes, always so expressive, possessed a depth of love and devotion that disarmed Genevieve to the very nucleus of her mortal being, leaving her to feel so exposed and vulnerable. Yet it was the most wonderful sensation she'd ever experienced and thus made this the most moving and preternatural sexual encounter of her life. Genevieve Volden had never felt more desired as a woman, more complete as a human being or more loved in her entire life. Then when Bianca would take her mouth in a scorching lovers kiss as she jutted so deeply inside her, Genevieve felt herself on the verge of tears.

Entwined in the most intensive throes of passion with their hearts thundering and their respiration surging, the physical heat being generated between the two women was combustible, causing the fair and pale skin of both to flush pink and their bodies to baste heavily with perspiration. Bianca pounded her stepmother fiercely; their penetrating, love-filled gaze upon the other never breaking. For her part, Genevieve would recurrently flex the muscles of her slick and silky passage, hence amorously clutching her stepdaughter's solid composition deep within her and then revel in the contorting expressions of devastating pleasure coming over Bianca's face.

"Oh mommy! That feels so amazing! I love being inside you!"

"I love having you inside me baby! You're fucking mommy so good. She is so happy. And she loves you so much!"

"Oh God!! I'm about to cum!" Bianca groaned with her face contorting as her climax was eminent.

"Yes baby!! Cum inside me! Fill mommy with your cum!!"

The two lovers kept their gazes locked as their moans and shrieks reached a crescendo. With her palms flattened against the cheeks of Bianca's ass and her fingernails biting into the firm flesh, Genevieve absorbed a deeply impaling and forceful stab inside her. Bianca's eyes crossed, her every muscle locked and trembled while her rigid body was stationary, her pubis smashed solidly against Genevieve's as she felt herself ejaculate so potently inside of her stepmother. A catapulting emission that was as powerful as it was plentiful. Both lovers squealed at the top of their lungs as they orgasmed collectively.

Genevieve felt Bianca's copious eruption of searingly hot semen thoroughly marinating her tunnel and infusing her womb. It was the most intense climax she'd ever shared with anyone. It was utterly transcendent, and Genevieve briefly found herself euphorically romanticizing the notion that her stepdaughter had just passed the ultimate fertility test. Of course, she truly had no idea whether that eventuality was even remotely viable. Still, it was an enchanting fantasy, particularly since Genevieve knew that she was currently at the most fruitful apex of her monthly cycle.

Bianca crumpled into a depleted, sweaty pile on top of her stepmother, moaning softly and breathing heavily. Genevieve cradled the girl possessively in her arms and snuggled her so adoringly as she, likewise, softly moaned and puffed her breath, all the while pelting her stepdaughter with sweet and soft kisses.

"Oh my love," whispered Genevieve breathlessly. "That was wonderful. So wonderful. Oh my God."

"I love you," Bianca murmured over and over.

"And I love you too. So much. Now you rest sweetheart."

"Please stay with me mommy. Don't let go of me."

"I'll never let go of you baby," said Genevieve, feeling deep emotion cluster in her throat. "And I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here. Mommy will always be right here. You make her so happy."

Genevieve's words filled Bianca with a presence of serenity, comfort and safety she'd never truly known. She also felt more loved and treasured than she'd ever been, all the while feeling her stepmother's arms enveloping her so protectively and hearing her humming a gentle lullaby.

She fell asleep instantly.

*

Bianca awoke a couple of hours later to find herself lying on her side, intimately cuddled up against Genevieve with her head resting on her chest, just above her right breast. Gingerly looking up, Bianca found that her stepmother was asleep and looked so serene as she lay on her back. With their naked bodies covered by a sheet up to their waists, Bianca shifted her gaze to Genevieve's bare and beautiful breasts splayed out in front of her that were rising and falling softly with each slumberous breath she took.

The lovely, plump nipples were fully erect and so inviting that Bianca couldn't take her eyes off them. Gently cupping the palm of her hand around the smooth, round bottom of Genevieve's right breast, Bianca lowered her mouth to the spry nipple and kissed it with feather-like softness. With no stirring or any otherwise reaction from her sleeping stepmother, Bianca kissed the nipple again and then sipped it tenderly between her moist lips.

The course texture of both the areola and nipple were so invigorating, inspiring Bianca to press more firmly upon them, taking them deeper into her mouth along with the surrounding warm and supple skin of the breast. Sealing her lips around the succulent womanly flesh, Bianca affectionately swirled her tongue around the sensuous little nub inside her mouth as she gently slid her hand over and softly cupped Genevieve's left breast, triggering her stepmother to stir sensuously in her sleep and to exhale a soft, slumberous moan of a most enticing fauna.

Bianca let her eyes fall shut as she began to suckle upon her stepmother all the while deeply and most blithely molding the soft and supple flesh of her opposite breast. Soon thereafter, Bianca felt a hand gently come to rest on the back of her head with the fingers burying themselves into her hair as she suckled. Opening her eyes, she found herself looking into the lovely face and radiant smile of the now awake Genevieve with those hypnotizing sea green eyes staring so devotedly back at her.

Bianca lifted her mouth off Genevieve's nipple and smiled innocently at her.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Don't stop baby. That feels so wonderful."

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"Are you sure about that?" Genevieve asked, giving the girl a smile and a wink.

"I don't know. I only know that I couldn't help myself. I wanted to suckle on you."

"Then please do darling. I love it."

"You know how you asked earlier just how much freakier this situation could get?" Bianca asked with just a hint of hesitancy. "Well, here you go."

"What do you mean sweetie?"

"I want my Mommy to feed me. With her milk. I want to breastfeed."

"Oh, I see..." Genevieve replied thoughtfully and then paused. "Well, in that case..." Sitting up in bed then, she hurriedly stacked and adjust the pillows behind her so she could lean back against them. Upon completing this and positioning herself comfortably, Genevieve opened her arms in a summoning fashion. "Come to mommy baby. I want you to stretch out across me and put your head right here." She indicated her left breast by cupping it.

Bianca was utterly flabbergasted. Her bulging eyes were practically popping out of their sockets. "Are you serious?" she asked in a trembling whisper.

"Of course. Mommy would love to breastfeed you, baby."

The smile that lit up her stepdaughter's face almost made Genevieve weep as it was so sunny and adorable.

Bianca said, "We are so sick you know. I mean bad! Perverted sick."

"There'll be plenty of time for us to seek psychotherapy later," said Genevieve with a smile. "In the meantime, let's enjoy our perversions to the fullest. Now come let mommy feed you."

Bianca complied instantly, practically leaping into Genevieve's arms as she snuggled down across her stepmother's body, curling her own body up in a tiny ball as she rested her head at her left breast. Genevieve cradled her stepdaughter's petite body in her arms, holding the girl so possessively up against her as Bianca closed her eyes, sipped the plump nipple deep into her mouth and sealed her lips firmly around the luxuriant breast flesh. Except for the soothed and sensuous moans musing from both women, as well as the suckling slurps from Bianca and Genevieve softly humming a lullaby, the motel room was otherwise silent as the cherishing encounter evolved so purely.

It was, by far, the most intimate manifestation of bonding as well as the most emotionally poignant encounter that either woman had ever known or even dreamed of. Likewise, it was the most intensely erotic experience for each.

Bianca gradually unfolded her body from the initial curled-up little ball as she continued to suckle her stepmother, allowing her legs to part and then fully stretch out diagonally across the bed. It was then that Genevieve observed that her stepdaughter was once again tumescent, and she could not help but blush at the beguiling sight of Bianca's vigorously renewed and lofty erection while still basking the inexplicable pleasures of being maternally worshipped and caressed.

"Baby," she whispered. "Is it common for a girl to get so horny when she's breastfeeding? Look how hard you are."

"Mmm... That's all you," Bianca's words were muffled as her mouth was full of her stepmother's breast and nipple. "Just can't help myself. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. Do you need Mommy to take care of that?"

"I'll always need Mommy to take care of me. Especially that."

"And she always will." Genevieve kissed Bianca on the forehead.

Reaching smoothly around then, Genevieve picked up a tube of body lotion off the nightstand. Squeezing out a sizeable dab of lotion into the palm of her right hand, she replaced the tube on the table before tenderly wrapping her fist around Bianca's tall, thick and throbbing formation, triggering the young woman to exhale a relishing sigh and murmur a luxurious moan.

"Oh Mommy. I love the way you stroke me."

"Thank you. Just lie still baby. Mommy's here. And she's going to take such loving care of you."

"Mmm, I love you Mommy," Bianca luxuriated in Genevieve's firm and sensual stroking.

"I love you too baby."

She tenderly kissed her stepdaughter on the lips.

Genevieve took her time, exulting in the stimulating pleasure she was giving Bianca, all the while savoring the composition of that long, vein-laced, exceedingly hard cock that seemed even bigger now than previous in her lotion lathered fist. It was so intensely erotic and arousing. Genevieve could feel her pussy throbbing and smoldering as it leaked her juices profusely onto the mattress. Steadily, she tautened her grip around the smooth stiffness of the circumference and increased the velocity of her stroking.

Bianca soon lost all focus on and capability of suckling her stepmother as the erotic stimulation and exotic gratification being induced upon her mounted. With every covetous and sensual stroke of Genevieve's hand along her solid and tumid span, Bianca was taken increasingly captive as the escalation of friction and pressure became further acute. Being supported by Genevieve's left shoulder and arm, Bianca's body began to twitch as her muscles dramatically tightened. Her head rolled about euphorically in conjunction with the amplifying pleasure while a steady stream of soft, sensual moans and hissing breaths escaped her mouth, progressively increasing in volume and intensity.

"Does it feel good baby?"

"Oh my God mommy," Bianca groaned. "Oh that feels so fucking good!"

"Want mommy to do it faster? And harder?"

"Please," Bianca urgently whimpered.

Genevieve complied and was then furiously stroking her stepdaughter in her tight fist. Every muscle in Bianca's writhing body locked then as her moaning and hissing intensified tenfold. Her heart pounded frantically as her chest heaved. With her arms flailing erratically about, her hands at last seized the sheets in rigid fistfuls and held on for dear life. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her head fell back against her stepmother's shoulder as the formidable stirring in her scrotum robustly shifted and was presently sprinting up through her vibrating structure to imminent eruption.

"Oh fuck! Oh mommy! You're making me cum!!!"

Bianca shrieked at the top of her lungs with her body fiercely constricting as a long cable of thick white semen was vigorously expelled out of her pulsating cock that was still firmly beset in Genevieve's fist.

"Oh yeah baby," Genevieve hissed as she molded and tugged on Bianca's now sputtering penis, causing additional spoils of cum to shoot out or to spill down in drivels over her clutching fingers.

With her body still labored and spasming after such a powerful ejaculation, Bianca panted, moaned and hissed profusely as her stepmother milked her softening erection for every drop. Regaining some composure, Bianca flung her right arm up and around Genevieve's head, pulling her down into a deep and passionate kiss where she moaned and panted into her stepmother's mouth. Steadily, Bianca began to descend from the orgasmic crest and her body then seemed to melt into Genevieve, who wrapped her up protectively in her arms and cradled her.

"I love you," murmured Bianca exhaustively over and over.

"And I love you too baby. Mommy loves you so much."

Falling into silence then, Genevieve held Bianca dotingly in her arms and snuggled her compactly against her body. After several minutes, she assumed the girl had fallen asleep. But then suddenly, Bianca sat up and looked directly into her stepmother's eyes with a beautiful smile filling her lips.

"Mommy's turn now."

Genevieve smiled as her mouth was then passionately taken in a scorching kiss.

Having successfully found carnal rhythm, as well as each other's physical grooves and all the while being continuously fueled by the unyielding passion and the insatiable lust they held one for the other and thus, sustained each other with, the twosome descended into raw sexual frenzy for the remainder of the night with Bianca carnally violating her stepmother in every conceivable position and in every desirable orifice. Including that most forbidden one of all.

They fucked with primal savagery in Genevieve's bed, over and over until they collapsed it. They then moved to Bianca's, where after a brief respite, they ferociously mated again. And again. And again, until that bed collapsed. Then they ravaged each other on the floor between the broken beds. Then on the dresser. Then on the desk. Then in the desk chair. Then against the wall. Then on the toilet. Then on the floor of the bathroom. Then on the sink. Then in the full bathtub and later, under the shower before coming back to Genevieve's broken bed.

At one point in the night during a respite period, Bianca produced a strap-on from her backpack. Something she never left home without.

"Like my American Express card," Bianca had expounded with a devious giggle and a mischievous grin.

Fitting the contraption securely around Genevieve's waist, Bianca then spread herself out on her hands and knees allowing her stepmother to delve her talented tongue deep into her anus, lathering it to the hilt, inside and out, all the while sensually milking her distended and dangling cock. Genevieve then lathered the smooth and small plug-like strap-on cock with lubricant before plunging it into Bianca's well-lubed asshole from behind where she fucked her stepdaughter feverishly.

Bringing Bianca to the brink of total erotic detonation and penetrative annihilation as she pounded deep into her ass, Genevieve then stretched out on her back and had Bianca straddle her lap, where she rode the older woman like a wild mare, all the while having Genevieve jerking her wantonly raw erection in her fist until she erupted another abundant cable of thick, white seed that splattered all over her stepmother's abdomen and breasts.

*

It was quarter till noon when Genevieve awoke, lying on her side and finding herself looking into the lovely face, the enchanting eyes and the glowing smile of her beautiful stepdaughter who was lying beside her.

"Hey you," Genevieve elatedly whispered, feeling her heart instantly pumping with joy.

"Hi," Bianca whispered back with her heart jubilantly skipping beats.

They kissed softly then, stroked each other's hair and bodies as they gazed lovingly at one another.

"What are you doing?" asked the older woman.

"Just watching you sleep." The younger woman replied.

"Do I dare say good morning? Because I get the sense it's already afternoon."

"No, it's still morning. Barely. It's about fifteen minutes till noon."

"Oh dear," Genevieve sighed resignedly.

"Hey, after that unbelievable workout last night," Bianca animatedly interjected. "We earned a sleeping in."

Genevieve then felt her foot bump against the now dilapidated headboard.

"Are we at the foot of the bed?" she asked.

"Who knows. Who cares. We destroyed both beds. This is where we must have passed out."

"Has housekeeping knocked yet?"

"No. But based upon the condition we're leaving this room in; I think we'd better leave them one hell of a tip."

The two of them lifted their heads and glanced around to survey the shambles their all-night rampage of intense and overly enthusiastic lovemaking had left the motel room in. They also noted the extremely potent aroma of sex hanging in the air like a heavy humidity. The couple then looked back at each other before both bursting into hysterical laughter and embracing.

*

Back on the road again a couple of hours later and having left a one-hundred-dollar bill on each of the beds as a tip for the housekeeping staff, Genevieve and Bianca once again adoringly held each other's hand as they ambled their way eastward out of Vermont and through New Hampshire with their eventual destination that evening being a quaint little Airbnb cottage on the rocky coast of Maine.

Upon arrival just after sunset, the couple left their baggage in their cottage and then went to eat at a cozy little seafood restaurant just up the coast that sat on a grand pier. After returning from dinner, they gathered beach towels and blankets as well as a thermos full of fresh hot coffee and two cups before walking down onto the beach where they built a campfire and spread out the beach towels to sit on the sand. The night was clear with a full harvest moon and quite chilly with a gusty ocean breeze coming in off the Atlantic. Both women were clad in jeans, sweatshirts, parkas, gloves, and beanies.

Covering themselves up in the blankets, Genevieve leaned back against a smooth rock formation that was part of the cozy little rocky nook they were sitting in. Bianca sat between her stepmother's legs and nestled intimately up against her, thus allowing Genevieve to hold her stepdaughter so compactly close to her in her arms. They kissed tenderly off and on, gazing into each other's eyes, but were far more enjoying just cuddling together as they gazed out at the ocean and the star-filled sky above. They barely spoke a word for over an hour. Finally, Genevieve kissed Bianca on her cheek and nuzzled her tightly.

"Are you okay baby?" Genevieve asked in a whisper into Bianca's ear.

"I don't think I've ever been better. Why?"

"It's just that you've been so quiet today. I mean, I know you're still very tired from last night. God knows I am. And soar." Genevieve giggled with a playful groan.

"A little bit." Bianca turned her head and softly kissed her stepmother's lips.

"But are you sure there's not something else bothering you honey?"

"That is such a motherly thing to say," Bianca said softly and then suddenly got emotional. "And I love it so much."

"Good," Genevieve said. "But I'm not sure I'm following you."

Bianca shifted herself around then and gazed into Genevieve's eyes.

"I've just been thinking about so much today," she caressed Genevieve's cheek. "So much has happened in the past twenty-four hours. All of it is so wonderful though. I hope you know what I mean."

"I have an inkling I think," Genevieve replied with a smile, and they kissed softly again.

"But there is something I'm still having trouble working out in my head. And in my heart too."

"What is it sweetie?"

Bianca took a moment to collect her thoughts and choose her words carefully. "The one thing I've wanted more than anything else in my entire life...," she spoke with such passionate conviction. "... is a mom! And I say mom because there is an enormous difference between a mom and a mother.

"That is very true," Genevieve heartily agreed, and Bianca continued.

"I had a mother. Or rather, a woman who gave birth to me and whose name is on my birth certificate. But that's the extent of it. She was nothing more than that to me. Just a name on a piece of paper."

"I'm so sorry sweetie," said Genevieve as she caressed Bianca's cheek.

"So yes, I have a mother in the biological sense," continued Bianca. "But what I didn't have and wanted so badly my whole life... was a mom! That one-of-a-kind wonder woman and angel of mercy that was supposed to be there to raise me, nurture me, guide me, set an example for me, discipline me and love me with all her heart and soul. She was supposed to be there and be constantly hugging me and kissing me; even when I didn't want her to. She was supposed to be there to hold me in her arms on stormy nights and tell me everything was going to be okay. She was supposed to be there to fight the monsters under my bed. She was the one that was supposed to be willing to do anything for me; to always put me before anything else. Even before herself." Bianca was in tears now as her emotions were pummeling her. "But she wasn't there. Not ever. For any of it."

"Oh honey," comforted Genevieve, snuggling Bianca adoringly and kissing her temple.

"Until you!" Bianca declared in a very shaky voice and with tears flooding her eyes and cheeks. "I finally got my one-of-a-kind wonder woman and angel of mercy! And in just the last three years since she arrived, she has done all those things for me and so, so much more."

"Oh sweetheart," Genevieve whispered as tears instantly flooded her eyes.

"You're my mom, Genevieve," said Bianca movingly. "You're my wonder woman. My angel of mercy. And you're truly one of a kind. I know we have no biological connection or even a legal one. Okay, you married my father but didn't adopt me or anything. But none of that matters at all. You're my mom. You're not my stepmom. You're my mom! My real mom!! My mommy even!! And I love you so much that way, and I can't imagine my life without you that way."

"I can't either darling," Genevieve offered. "You are my daughter. My beloved baby girl. The day I met you was the day I gave birth to you. And I love you with all my mind, heart, body and soul that way. I'd give my life for you in an instant."

The two women embraced passionately and wept on each other's shoulders for several moments. When they finally and fully collected themselves, Genevieve poured each of them a cup of coffee out of the thermos and they took sips.

"But then there's this whole falling for each other romantically and having sex thing," Bianca finally said.

"What about it?" Genevieve asked calmly as she sipped her coffee.

"I'm in love with you, Genevieve. I'm crazy about you. You're the most amazing lover I've ever had. I love having sex with you. You're the love of my life. My soulmate. You're the woman I want to marry, have children with and spend the rest of my life with."

"Are you proposing to me Bianca?" asked Genevieve, trying to lighten the very heavy mood.

"I'm trying to be serious here!"

"I know you are darling. And I'm sorry for trying to make light of it."

"It's okay," Bianca sighed. "Maybe I'm just being too dramatic and overthinking it."

"No, you're being truthful my love. And you're certainly not overthinking anything. Because you have a very valid dilemma there; how can two women who love each other so much as mother and daughter also be so romantically in love and sexually involved?"

"Exactly!"

"And my answer is: I have no idea. But the fact is we are. And you're worried that our romantic and sexual bond will eclipse our maternal bond, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Bianca.

"Sweetheart," Genevieve said reassuringly as she set down her coffee cup and cupped Bianca's face in her gloved hands. "It won't! That will never happen! I will always be your mom darling! Nothing will ever change that. Nothing ever could. Just because we've fallen in love romantically and have become sexually involved and one day might get married will not harm that maternal bond in the slightest. If anything, that bond will only be deepened by the others."

"It will?"

"Yes!" And I know this because I've seen it happen. I've known a couple of women who fell in love with their stepchild. One was with her stepson. She came into his life when he was a young teen, but then after his father died when he was twenty, their relationship turned romantic, and they ended up falling in love. They got married and had children together. In fact, they're still together. She said that both their lives became so much more fulfilled, and that their maternal bond became so much more profound because of the romantic, sexual and marital bonds."

"And the other woman you mentioned? Was it with her stepson too?"

"No. It wasn't her stepchild at all. It was with her biological daughter. She'd given birth to the girl at a youthful age and the father was extremely abusive to both. They bonded so deeply through that terrible ordeal that by the time the daughter came of age, she and her mother were hopelessly in love and one night succumbed to the physical attraction they had to each other. They're still together today and are still so much in love. So you see, nothing can ever change that maternal bond. Nothing can weaken it. But falling in love romantically can certainly strengthen it. Make it more beautiful than either of them could've ever imagined. Particularly if the sex is as good for them as it is for us! Does any of this make sense?"

"A mom with benefits then." Bianca grinned slyly.

"Yes," Genevieve replied with an equally coy grin and then a wink. "Or a daughter with benefits depending on who's who."

"Incredible benefits." Bianca kissed Genevieve's lips softly.

"Phenomenal benefits." Genevieve said, kissing Bianca's lips.

"Will you marry me then, Mom?"

"Yes. Will you let me adopt you, baby?"

"Yes. But won't you adopting me complicate me marrying you?"

"Profusely. So, why don't we go inside and..." she paused. "Think on it for a while."

They kissed deeply.

"And by think, do you mean fuck?"

"I prefer to say make love..." Genevieve answered. "But yes. Let's fuck on it."

"Sounds great," giggled Bianca. "I love you."

"And I love you too."

They kissed deeply again and fell back in each other's arms onto the sand.

*

Bianca's eyes were so mystical, and they spoke to Genevieve profoundly as she gazed up into them. Lying beneath her daughter's seething and sweaty naked body, feeling its youthful vitality and relentless endurance as the young woman thrust vigorously deep inside her, Genevieve nonetheless saw and felt Bianca's illimitable love and unbridled passion for her pouring out of those shimmering electric blue orbs.

Genevieve's own heaving and sultry naked body convulsed as it rocked in conjunction with Bianca's, both lovers shrieking and panting furiously as the throes of passion between them at this moment were so incredibly intense. Yet their gazes remained solidly locked upon each other with Genevieve's hands pawing urgently at the slick, perspiring flesh of her daughter's beautiful body. Suddenly, Bianca's face contorted, her eyes cinched shut and her body locked up all before expelling a high-pitched howl from the depths of her lungs at which point, Genevieve felt the searing heat of Bianca's seed being caustically and copiously ejaculated deep inside her body.

Genevieve clung to Bianca urgently as she exhaled a passionate orgasmic wail for her climax had struck simultaneously. The two women's bodies melted into one smoldering pile of post-orgasmic flesh. Bianca's forehead fell to rest upon Genevieve's, whose arms were wrapped possessively around her as both continued to moan and groan incessantly as they panted feverishly. The heat between them was so concentrated and both were sweating even more profusely now as they were coming down from the orgasmic crescendo.

Bianca lifted her head slightly up off Genevieve's forehead, their gazes locking again and she then kissed her mother's lips so tenderly.

"So amazing," Bianca was panting. "That was so amazing."

"Oh my darling," Genevieve panted. "No one has ever made love to me so passionately before. Well, except you of course. But this... Oh my God baby."

"What else could I do? It's our wedding night. You made me the happiest and luckiest woman in the world today."

"No, it was you who made me the happiest and luckiest woman in the world today" murmured Genevieve and they kissed again. "I love you, my beautiful wife. And still my daughter."

"And I love you even more, my gorgeous wife. And still my mother."

Lying together amid the now saturated silk sheets of their king-sized bed, Genevieve and Bianca Volden cuddled their sweaty naked bodies together as they wallowed and smoldered in post-orgasmic euphoria. With the lights of New York City faintly illuminating their darkened bedroom in the same penthouse apartment they'd first met in over three years earlier, the newlywed couple lifted their left hands and gazed fondly at the beautiful wedding bands they'd had just this afternoon, placed on each other's ring fingers in a very private and exclusive wedding ceremony.

Just then, tremendously loud and rapidly repeating booming blasts began reverberating through their bedroom from outside the building along with bright flashes of brilliantly multi-colored light.

"It's midnight," Bianca said. "There go the fireworks in the park."

"Happy New Year, my darling," said Genevieve, turning her head to face her young wife.

"Happy New Year, my love," Bianca replied, and they kissed deeply.

"So, any resolutions?"

"Just to make you happy."

"You know," Genevieve said following a hearty chuckle. "A New Year's resolution usually comes with a bit of a challenge to it. That's the point. Somehow making me happy doesn't seem like that'll be a challenge for you. In fact, I can guarantee that it won't be."

"What can I say. I'm lazy."

"Hardly," scoffed Genevieve. "You're about the busiest bodied girl I've ever known. Because that body of yours is constantly getting busy with me. And in me. It's been nonstop for the last two and a half months since our trip for your birthday."

"Are you complaining now?"

"Not in the slightest. "Your youth and tenacity are keeping me young and tenacious baby."

"And that's good, right?"

"It's vitally wonderful. Particularly now."

"So on that note then, what would you think about us going skiing for our honeymoon?" Bianca asked.

"Well, I'm not sure if that would be such a good idea at this point actually."

"Why not? It's January for God's sake. Peak of the season. Can't you hear the Swiss Alps beckoning you?"

"Yes, I can in fact. But that's not the issue."

"Then what is?" Bianca was puzzled.

"Well, there is a certain... condition that I've recently been made aware of that I have to take into account," Genevieve explained. "Particularly when it comes to potentially hazardous physical activities."

"Genevieve, what are you talking about? You're starting to make me nervous here. Is there something wrong?"

"No love. Nothing wrong at all."

"Then what?"

"Well, you remember the discussion we had about the different bonds we share?"

"Yes."

"And how our romantic, sexual and now marital bond all dramatically deepen our maternal bond? Which is a bond we have despite there being no biological connection between us."

"Of course I do," Bianca answered, growing impatient. "But what's this got to do with this condition you just became aware of or us going or not going skiing for our honeymoon?"

"Just that I need to take much greater care with my body now. Because where we didn't have a biological connection before," Genevieve said as she took Bianca's hand, placed it on her stomach and smiled radiantly with tears welling in her eyes.

"We have one now."