Mature Mother And Daughter Love

Mature Mother And Her Daughter Discover A New Love

Had her heart stopped beating, or had she just been holding her breath for an eternity? Cheryl felt frozen to the spot, her arm outstretched towards the bedroom door. She was as ready as she would ever be but what happened in the next few minutes would shape her relationship with her daughter for the rest of their lives. She'd fantasised about this moment for years and spent the last few weeks preparing the detail. All that was left was that final scrap of courage, that uncharacteristic act of bravado.

She could easily walk away and comfort herself like she had many times before. No-one would be any the wiser. She'd indulge herself in an hour's private excitement, ecstatic but agonisingly frustrating, which would end in the usual way - exhausted but gazing wistfully at the bedroom wall, wondering what if? And in the morning everything would be just as it always was, the kitchen full of smiles and chat as the two of them planned their day together. She loved getting the invitations to stay whenever Sophie's husband was away. Anyone who knew them could see that they had a close and loving relationship that unusually had never had any real traumas. But for a long time Cheryl had wanted just that little bit more. A little bit? She recognised that what she wanted required a huge step - did she have the nerve to gamble all?

She knew that Sophie was getting ready for bed. She could come through the door any second on the way to the bathroom. And there would be her mother, transfixed like a statue outside. She knew it was now or never. She'd never be more ready and if she backed out now she could never put herself through this again. This was crazy. Her mind was letting her down but what was her body saying? She put her fingers inside her panties and her wet fingertips had the answer. She knew then that she wouldn't have the strength to turn back. She wanted Sophie's wet fingertips in her panties too! Closing her eyes as if to protect herself from all that could go wrong, she took a deep breath and knocked gently on the door.

? Hello darling; can I come in??

Cheryl could never put an exact date as to when she started fantasising about Sophie in a sexual way. There was never any hint of it when Sophie was a child, or even in her teens. They'd always been open with each other about their bodies and Cheryl had witnessed her daughter growing into a healthy attractive young woman who'd had more than her fair share of male attention from an early age. She was now 36 years old, not as tall as Cheryl, but she had curves in all the right places. They were both members of a theatre company and in the frantic changes between scenes there was no time to leave anything to the imagination. She'd never seen Sophie without panties or a thong but they were always so brief and sheer that it was clear that her daughter was perfectly smooth down there. And Sophie was certainly not shy about being topless in a crowd. Her breasts were full and appeared heavy, if the slight droop was any guide. In fact an instance of Sophie's brazenness was probably one of the first signs that Cheryl had of her awakening interest in her daughter physically.

About five years previously about a dozen of the theatre company, both men and women, had rented a farmhouse in the country for a few days of fun and frolics? just drinking, walking, having a barbeque or two and playing silly games. One of the games was fancy dress, for which Sophie wore a "cavewoman" bikini. She'd enjoyed plenty of wine and for some reason that Cheryl could never remember Sophie just decided to pull up her top and give them all a flash of her breasts. Needless to say, that was very popular with the men and her naughty daughter happily flaunted herself while a few of the guys took photos. But what later surprised Cheryl was that she also photographed the beautiful bosom on show. Why? And it wasn't just the drink talking with Sophie - in the morning she was persuaded by the guys to get one of her tits out while she prepared breakfast. And once again her mother was there, camera at the ready. Cheryl had to admit, though, that the previous evening had been a bit riotous. Egged on by the guys she had also got topless and even gone further than her daughter, allowing anyone who wanted to enjoy a feel. The offer was accepted by all the guys, one or two even tweaking her firm nipples in their fingers. All inhibitions had gone and Sophie even posed, holding her mother's bust from behind her while the cameras snapped away. A little later, not long before the evening finished, Sophie lay back on the sofa and gave anyone who cared to look a good view of her skimpy thong and wide-open legs. It was very clear that she was smooth and pink inside the lace!

All the while the other women had been laughing and having fun, but it was clear that the mother and daughter entertainment was the main event. That continued for Cheryl after the party broke up, once when she went out into the garden for some fresh air before going to bed and again a couple of hours later when she got up for a drink of water. It was a lifetime first for her - mouthfuls of sperm from two different men in the same night! It was so out of character, and it made her feel a little humiliated, a little cheap. And so wicked! She never found out what Sophie had got up to later and she'd never asked.

But what was certain was the effect on her when she viewed her photos of Sophie's lovely tits on the PC screen when she got home. She hadn't realised at first how breathless She'd become as She'd examined each of the pictures, but she tingled with excitement as she remembered those breasts bouncing as Sophie messed about for the guys. She realised with a shock that she was regretting not reaching out and cupping their roundness in her hands. And the photo of her daughter's open legs was the last step - sitting at the PC she recognised that she was lubricating copiously. Luckily she'd had the house to herself. She just pulled her panties down and masturbated hard, all the time transfixed by the thought of pulling Sophie's thong to one side and burying her face between those soft thighs.

Looking back, Cheryl realised that her awakening interest in Sophie coincided with things going wrong with sex with her husband. She still loved him dearly, but she had had to admit that penetrative sex with him was unenjoyable and sometimes painful. He'd been upset and angry and she'd been confused and ashamed. They'd remained together and to all outward appearances they were the perfect loving couple. But essentially the backbone of their marriage had gone, although occasionally she was happy to give her husband a hand job or take him in her mouth.

So which came first: her interest in a sexual relationship with the woman closest to her in the whole world or her rejection of sex with her husband? She'd puzzled about that over and over again - but was still none the wiser.

But since then the whole "Sophie thing" had escalated. She'd first tried to rationalise it away, mainly out of fear but also because she was aware that it didn't feel "right". She'd never had any kind of physical relationship or attraction with another woman so she had no experience to draw on. Why did it have to be the potentially most explosive and damaging urge she could have had? She had no answer but she could feel herself losing control little by little. The special photos in that hidden folder on the PC became used increasingly frequently. It had become almost an automatic ritual whenever she was alone in the house for a while to masturbate whilst dreaming of how her daughter would feel. How she would taste. Cheryl would taste her own sticky fingers and imagine that she was savouring Sophie's juices. Sometimes she'd be nude when at the PC but what had concerned her was the first time she'd "dressed up" for the session. It felt so hot, so smutty, to put on a pretty pair of panties with matching bra and garter belt, slip into some nylons and finish it all off with a pair of high heels - only to then spread herself at the desk and bring herself to orgasm time after time. What was she doing? Was this normal behaviour for a loving, well-adjusted mother? But the urge, the need for depravity was too strong, too heady, to be ignored.

The next step had been something else again. She'd started stealing Sophie's used thongs. It was too easy to go to her washing basket when she stayed with her and "borrow" a thong. The first time She'd just held the little scrap of a thing in her hands, marvelling at its flimsiness before rubbing it on her cheek and being aware of her daughter's aroma. And, feeling ashamed, she'd replaced it. But the next time what was on offer was a pair of panties that Sophie had only just taken off after coming home from the gym. She'd buried her face in the musky moistness; they were still warm as Sophie had only taken them off minutes beforehand. She was tempted to slip them into her overnight bag but knew she only had time to enjoy them that night; their loss would be easily recognised. So she'd spent the night breathing in her daughter's smells: the warmth of her sweat from her exertions, the spicy tangy memories of her pussy and the more private and forbidden hints of her backside. Cheryl realised that until now She'd only fantasised about her daughter's labia, clitoris and vagina. It came as a shock to recognise her lust as she imagined Sophie's arsehole becoming damp on the exercise bike or rowing machine. In the past Cheryl had hugely enjoyed anal sex; she now fantasised about exploring that with her darling daughter! She'd slept with those panties on her pillow all night, sleeping soundly after a long and intense masturbation session. She'd lost herself to such an extent that in the morning she'd worried about whether Sophie had heard her in the next room.

After that it was too easy to just push her hand about halfway down the wash basket and take out a thong from a couple of days ago. It wouldn't be so easily missed but still had enough of those intoxicating smells she craved. She'd also taken a couple of Sophie's bras from the basket and loved burying her face in the cups that had held those beautiful breasts all day. How she dreamed of her daughter's firm, smooth bosom... Her little collection had grown over the years and she sometimes feared that Sophie would notice and perhaps put two and two together. But nothing had been said.

And finally she'd decided. She just had to take this further. The want, no; the need, was becoming unbearable. She knew she'd be risking everything. But she also hoped she could gamble on her daughter's love for her being deep enough that she'd forgive any advance from her if it were unwelcome. And so the plan took shape. She had looked at herself honestly. She hadn't been in bad shape for a woman of 58 but she could really do with a bit of firming up. So she quietly stepped up her yoga classes, went walking and swimming more and took a bit more care with what she ate and drank. Shopping for nice undies and a couple of pairs of shoes was fun and she dropped enough hints at home to be given a painted silk kimono for her birthday. The summer holidays had given her skin a healthy glow and a couple of days ago She'd got dressed up in her finery and appraised herself in the mirror. The verdict? She couldn't pass for a woman in her thirties like her daughter but she looked pretty good for a mature mum!

So she had all the preparations made and as luck would have it she'd been invited down for a couple of nights if she wanted to. And yes; she wanted to! Well; part of her did. The other part just turned upside down when Sophie had phoned her. It felt like a whole flock of butterflies had invaded her tummy over the last two days. But she'd done it! She'd taken the step; there was no going back now.

"Hello darling; can I come in??"

"Hi mum! Yeah, come in. I'm just getting ready for bed!"

Cheryl reached out, turned the handle and opened the door. In a daze. Everything had gone slightly fuzzy and she wondered if her knees would turn completely to jelly before she took a step. Sophie was sat at her dressing table with her back to Cheryl. She was wearing a blue lacy bra and a black thong and was brushing her shoulder-length auburn hair. She looked into the mirror and smiled, her eyes sparkling as always. Cheryl somehow managed to keep walking and said "I just thought I'd pop in and say goodnight, darling." Sophie turned as she sat, smiling hugely as she took a better look at her mother. "Wow, mum; you look fabulous - have you got a man next door or something??

This was it - now or never. "No darling; I thought I"d look nice for you tonight.? Before either of them could say anything else Cheryl bent down, put her hand gently behind Sophie's head and kissed her on the lips. Cheryl's mouth was not puckered tight in the way that nice polite kisses were given, but not open either - just relaxed and soft. She let her kiss linger and she brushed the fingertips of her left hand against Sophie's neck and cheek. What happened next would shape the rest of their lives together!

Sophie had a lot of thinking to do very quickly. She was hugely surprised but thought quickly enough not to pull back as an automatic reaction. She'd always felt extremely close to her mother, but this was a shock. But her initial impulse was to not embarrass her mum. But after what seemed like a lifetime - probably a couple of seconds she realised that her mother's lips felt so different to all the countless times she'd kissed her before. They felt soft and stimulating and she realised that she didn't want to pull away. She had no real idea what was going on but she was enjoying this new affirmation of her mother's love and attention. She returned the kiss and couldn't help herself; her lips parted almost automatically. She'd recognized from her very early teens that her sensuality ran hot just below her skin, and she could now feel herself becoming excited by something that she couldn't fully work out yet. And something else - she realised that her mum had got dressed specifically for her; she certainly wasn't wearing stockings and heels before she had climbed the stairs to bed!

Cheryl had survived the first few seconds! Sophie hadn't pulled away in revulsion and she hadn't laughed at her. But she had felt that imperceptible push of Sophie's lips towards her, sufficient to open her own mouth lightly. She felt bolder and extended her tongue very slightly, at the same time letting her left hand drop to rest lightly on Sophie's right breast. Oh, the thrill, the need she'd had for years to do that! And now, heaven - she felt the tip of her daughter's tongue meeting hers, actively seeking it out. The power that coursed through her veins at that moment; she felt on fire!

Suddenly the game changed for Sophie. She loved attention and she loved being loved. It had also been too long since someone new had excited her. It was hugely shocking in a way that it was her mum. But also comforting. They'd always been more like sisters with one another (although surely that didn't make it right either?) and they'd both enjoyed a closeness that others often remarked upon. The initial surprise was already over and she was starting to enjoy the unexpected enjoyment. Never before had her tongue touched her mother's; never before had they kissed in such a way. And now she felt the delicate, hesitant touch on her breast. Wow: this is getting serious? The question was: did she want it to stop and if she did how could she do it without causing huge embarrassment and perhaps lasting awkwardness? It must have taken a huge effort for her mum to have got this far and one day Sophie would find out what triggered the interest. She genuinely had not seen it coming.

But she already knew the answer. And it was yes. She loved her mother more than anyone else and trusted her similarly. She was touched that her mother must have risked all to express her love for her in this way. And finally - and for the moment, most importantly - she knew that she was becoming excited by the newness of it all. She'd never had a physical relationship with a woman before, although she'd been tempted and intrigued a couple of times. It's not often in your life that you're given the opportunity to try something completely new and risky - why not lie back and enjoy it?

Except that she knew that she couldn't just stay passive for long. It would be unfair to make her mum take the lead all the time and, anyway, she wasn't a passive girl! So, whilst making sure that their lips didn't separate, she slowly turned and stood up from the stool. Cheryl's hand slipped from her breast and held her gently around her waist, the other now on the back of her neck. Sophie was slightly shorter than her mother anyway, more so because of the high heels. But she loved angling her head back and returning her mother's kiss - with a lot more passion now. Their mouths were fully open and their tongues could not find enough of each other. Cheryl started to moan very quietly, more like a kitten purring, and she was pressing her lips hard into her daughter's mouth.

Sophie slipped her hands inside her mother's kimono (so soft, so sensual!) and gently eased it back over her shoulders, letting it slip erotically down her body to land in a pool of dove-grey silk around those shiny black high heels. Without intending to, Sophie broke off the kiss to enjoy the results of her handiwork - her mum was stood in front of her, resplendent in matching deep plum and cream lacy lingerie with expensive nearly-black stockings and those gorgeous shoes. And it was all hers to play with!

There was a silence as they'd stopped kissing. They both felt as if they were watching the whole thing in a film. Sophie felt quite the little daughter, standing in un-matching bra and thong in front of her immaculate and attractive mother. The effect was reinforced by the difference in height because of the highest heels she'd ever seen her mum wearing. For her part Cheryl was living a dream. She'd been braver than ever before in her life and her little girl was stood waiting for her. She'd got through the first few seconds and Sophie's response had emboldened her.

Her mum had taken a risk and Sophie knew she ought to say something. She got up on the tips of her toes and kissed her mother again, lightly. "Wow, mum; I've never seen you like this before. You're so sexy - I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you!" She put her arms around Cheryl's waist and pulled her gently towards her, turning her head and resting it on her mother's bosom.

Cheryl's legs nearly gave out again. Had she ever heard anything so exciting and frightening? She now knew that the night would follow a course that could only end in passion and pleasure - and with her darling little girl!

But they couldn't just stand her like this for ever. And to Cheryl's delight it was Sophie who made the next move. She spent a few seconds gently brushing the backs of her hands against the soft lace of that beautiful bra before reaching behind to undo it. Cheryl felt a stab of excitement - only men had done that before! And the selfish discovery that Sophie was nervous; her hands were slightly shaking as she fumbled with the catch on the bra. "Blimey mum; sorry. I've never undone a bra this way round before!" Cheryl could have said something; could have helped her daughter. But it was so thrilling to feel her fingers trying to undress her. Knowing that her daughter wanted to play with her breasts. And were they ready to be played with...!

Sophie slipped her hands under the shoulder straps of the bra and slipped them over Cheryl's shoulders, letting it fall to the ground to join the kimono. And her face was a picture. She paused for a few seconds before cupping her mother's breasts in her hands, feeling their weight. They were bigger than she remembered but still very full and round, hanging slightly but without losing their shape. And the nipples were so hard and dark puckered with arousal.

Cheryl felt a shock through her body as her daughter's lips closed around her nipple and started sucking gently. It had been a very long time since she'd done that! Cheryl's nipples were rarely completely soft but they felt now harder than she'd ever remembered. And so sensitive. It almost hurt as Sophie's teeth lightly nibbled at them. She'd stop every now and then and just push her face between her breasts or kiss them whilst all the time fondling them and admiring their weight. How she wished she had some milk to give her again!

Sophie felt so secure but so aroused, sucking on her mother's breasts. Those nipples were magnificent, and she was conscious of sucking on them so hard. She hoped she wasn't hurting her mum, but it was almost as if she was willing them to fill her mouth with warm milk. How sad to think that she'd been far too young to remember it now. She'd have given anything to lie with her mum while she suckled on her ripe breasts again. But what a fantastic bosom - it had always been obvious where she'd got her own tits from!

But it was time to get more comfortable. Cheryl led the way to the bed and sat Sophie on the edge. Standing over her she gently pushed her daughter's shoulders back and Sophie complied readily. It was time for fantasy to become reality! She hooked a finger each side of Sophie's thong and thankfully her daughter knew exactly what was needed, raising her hips slightly to allow her mother to slip the black lace down over those soft thighs. But she'd indulge herself further. She held the thong to her face and breathed in deeply, enjoying the secret aroma. And the moistness told her all she needed to know. Sophie looked on, hardly believing what she was seeing; twenty-four hours ago would she have believed that her mother would be kneeling in front of her, pressing her moist and doubtlessly smelly thong into her face? What a life!

Sophie felt her mother's hands inside her knees and dutifully opened her legs - she was in the mood now to give a show! She propped a couple of pillows under her head so she could see what was going on and then brazenly ran her hands down over stomach, over the side of her hips and down to her cunt. (She loved using that word!) She wanted to get there first and while her mother watched she eased her outer labia open, allowing the engorged pink moistness of her inner lips to blossom like a shining rose. Her clitoris felt as if was going to burst, it was so full and hard. But she caressed her cunt lips for a while, gently moving her hips up and down as she moaned slightly, before inserting her fingers into her dripping slit. She moved them in and out carefully, ensuring that her mother could hear the luscious slurping of her lips opening and closing. When she felt confident that her fingers, and much of her hand, was covered in her sticky juice she leaned forward again and held out her hand to her mother.

Cheryl had been in heaven. Her own hands had been shaking as she'd slipped the thong down, deliberately not looking up to prolong the thrill of finally seeing her daughter's private parts. Even when she parted her legs (what a good girl!) she didn't look up until they were fully wide. And then what a sight greeted her, what beauty, what a treasure! As she'd suspected, Sophie was fully smooth down there. She obviously took great care as there was neither a hair nor any shaving marks; perhaps she waxed. So it was just an unblemished, soft pink jewel that lay glistening between those smooth soft thighs, opened just for her appreciation and pleasure. What a thrill; what a privilege! And she knew exactly what she was going to do next.

Or she thought she did! Her daughter had beaten her to it. As she was leaning forward to finally taste her secrets Sophie had started playing with herself, looking like she was innocently masturbating but clearly putting on a bit of a show. And Cheryl was a willing and transfixed audience. Her daughter was giving a shameless introduction to the thrill that awaited her. And she wasn't holding back, most of her hand eventually disappearing into her oozing vagina. And then, as she was wondering how this was going to end, Sophie pulled out and leaned forward, offering her hand. This was so erotic that Cheryl took a second to realise the full extent of the action. And then it was clear. She leaned towards Sophie, took her hand and licked the end of her fingers, tentatively at first but then with increasing urgency. She was tasting her daughter's juices, just like she'd dreamed of! And the dirty little bitch had chosen to start her like this! She completely licked and sucked one finger at a time and was excited to discover that the juice tasted exactly as she'd imagined when she was enjoying her used thongs and panties. It was a different taste and smell to her own, lighter and perhaps slightly sweeter - but delicious!

But enough of the starters; she wanted the main course. Slowly she leaned in towards Sophie, running her hands down the inside of those lovely thighs as she moved. She was only a couple of inches away from the paradise she'd dreamed of and hesitated briefly to enjoy that aroma first-hand for once - to luxuriate in the good fortune that had brought her to this wonderful position. And then she started. She buried her face with no subtlety at all between the tops of her daughter's thighs and into her soft and slimy lips. Instantly her face was covered in the clinging lubrication as her tongue sought out the vaginal opening. She was in! Her tongue was reaching in as far as she could possibly manage. Her nose was pressed into the fleshy labia and she wondered how long she could keep breathing. She drank and drank, and she could feel Sophie's hips stating to push into her face with increasing force. It seemed as if her daughter could reach orgasm as fast as the mother! Time to find out?

Cheryl pulled her face away, sliding her tongue up from the pouring slit to a clitoris that was just begging for attention. Cheryl had always thought that hers had been quite pronounced and sensitive, but Sophie's seemed in a different league. It was so full of blood that it had the appearance and colour of the tip of a penis and was about the same size as the tip of her little finger. It glistened and seemed to say one thing: "Lick me"! Sophie shuddered the moment the tip of her mother's tongue brushed her engorged clit and let out a deep moan, animal and almost helpless. And Cheryl got to work. Her pursed lips sucked the shiny mound and her tongue licked it with increasing force. All the time Sophie was now arching her back and then pushing her hips upward, forcing her clit and cunt into Cheryl's face. Her clitoris was so full and clearly so sensitive that Cheryl needed to take a lot of care not to catch it with her teeth.

And then the writhing stopped. Sophie gasped and moaned, her body shuddering, her hands clutching at the duvet and her legs opening and closing. Cheryl pulled back to enjoy her Sophie's orgasm in time to notice a stream of pale fluid pulsing from her cunt, flowing past her puckered arsehole and soaking into the bed. So her daughter squirted too! Cheryl went down again, desperate to taste the new juices oozing from her beautiful vagina.

"Mmmm! Oh God, mum; that was fantastic! The best ever! Did I make a mess again? Oh God; you know how to lick, don't you? Where did you learn that??

"I loved your mess, darling. You're a clever girl, and I squirt sometimes as well. And it was all instinct; I've never been with a woman before. I just wanted to make you happy!"

"Oh fuck, mum; you did that alright! You're so hot. God, I love you."

The thrill! Cheryl was used to Sophie being affectionate, but this was something else. Her daughter was now definitely her lover too! She felt intoxicated. And experimental?

She leaned forward again and clasped one of her own breasts. God, it felt hot and firm. Her nipples just felt solid. She'd never seen them that engorged or dark! Crouching between Sophie's welcoming thighs again she brushed her nipple upwards between those lusciously sticky cunt lips before starting to rub it against her daughter's glistening clit. Sophie had been watching, disbelieving, but the moment she felt her mother's nipple excite her clit she just threw herself back down, letting out a breathless gasp. The nipple continued its magic, pressing ever harder. And now there was something else!

Cheryl suddenly had the desire; no - need, to be inside her daughter. With her free hand she gently slipped two fingers into the hot slit, marvelling at how wet she'd made her daughter. Sophie hadn't had children but the tightness of the vagina was still a surprise, but it didn't take long for Cheryl to feel bold enough to push all four fingers up into the warmth, leaving her thumb to enjoy those lovely labia. Her fingers curled slightly, feeling for the G-spot. There was no doubting when she'd succeeded - it sounded as if Sophie were having a heart attack! She writhed and pushed her hips hard onto Cheryl's fingers until it was impossible to continue with the nipple rubbing. No matter - her fingers were doing all the work now! She just pulled back and concentrated on exploring that beautiful cunt.

It didn't take long - a couple of minutes. Sophie arched her back, panting hard, eyes squeezed shut and grabbing handfuls of the duvet as she climaxed again. Cheryl was ready this time. As her daughter's juices gushed again she pushed first one breast and then the other against the sopping pink folds. Her nipples and areolae were covered in exquisite stickiness and she knew what she was going to do.

Moving swiftly she straddled her daughter's waist and offered her bosom to Sophie's lips. It took a second for Sophie to work it out but then opened her mouth wide and took as much of a breast as she could manage between her lips. She was tasting her own cunt juices from her mother's breasts! She squeezed the tit between her hands, pressing tightly to feel the firmness. She sucked and licked feverishly, in a rush now for fear of the other breast drying. She tasted good! Cheryl was moaning softly. Eroticism of the moment was intoxicating her. It was clear to Sophie that her mother was well on the way to an orgasm - but she wanted to play a part in that!

Gently pushing Cheryl upright, Sophie slid her hand into the front of her mother's panties. It came as a slight shock to feel the pubic hair, trimmed but beautifully soft. It was easy to slip her hand right around as Cheryl's legs were still spread over her daughter's waist. Underneath the hair was sticky and she was shocked again to feel her mother's labia, hot and fleshy.

"Lovely panties, Mum, but I want to see what you've got in there for me!" The heady novelty just heightened. Cheryl could hardly believe her ears - this was her daughter! And Sophie felt bold but almost out of control. But the mother just obeyed her daughter in an instant. Cheryl pulled her legs away, pointed them in the air and slid her panties up and over her feet. It appeared a casual move but she was feeling dirty, sluttish - she wanted to give her daughter a good show!

Sophie had to admit it; her mother had looked after herself. Her long dancer's legs were still firm and shapely and her bottom was nicely rounded and smooth. But that's not what had really caught her eye! Her mother's wet labia were vey engorged and much bigger than her own. Darker as well. And the darkness of the soft skin continued to her more private hole. Sophie had never taken much pleasure from the anal side of sex, avoiding it because of the pain. But she couldn't help being intrigued by wondering what her mum enjoyed. Time to find out!

"Come over here, Mum. Kneel on the bed and stick your bum in the air - it's my turn now! And I might as well get rid of this; my tits will want attention some time!"

Cheryl turned back to her daughter just in time to see those big, firm breasts being released from their bra. She so wanted to feel their weight and fullness in her hands but once again she obeyed willingly. It's not every day that she'd be instructed to present her backside to her daughter! So she fell forward on her elbows, pulled her knees slightly forward and pushed her bum in the air. What a dirty slut - and she was loving it!

Sophie couldn't believe that she actually had the power to make her mum act like a whore but there she was, legs spread as wide as comfortable with her cunt and anus clearly exposed for Sophie's attention. Wow! And the newness of it was something else again. Sophie had never had any sex with a woman and so she was making this up as she went along. So far she had literally done nothing but lie back and enjoy it but now she had to take the initiative. Here goes...!

She quickly realised that it would be better for both of them if she lay on her back underneath her mother - it would make it easier to pleasure her clit. And so she lay down and looked up at a sight she thought she'd never have: her mother's sticky vulva inches from her face. She reached up and gently pulled her mother's hips down so that those fabulous flaps were now resting on her mouth. The smell was intoxicating and gave her the desire to take whatever her mother could give her.

She extended her tongue into the fleshy folds, which slid out from the outer lips to completely cover her mouth. There was so much of them. And they were dripping. Sophie pulled her mother lower so that she could probe her aromatic slot with her tongue. She pushed in as deep as she could manage and Cheryl responded instantly. With a slight sigh she pressed herself harder onto Sophie's face - she literally had a face full of her mother's soaking cunt! This was wild. She felt about to lose it. She licked harder and harder. Deeper and more urgently. And her mother kept pushing onto her. Sophie was now finding it difficult to be as gentle as she wanted but it didn't seem to matter. Her mother was now moaning deeply, almost grunting and her juices were just pouring out of her. Sophie loved the taste, so different to her own, and it felt so animal to be gulping her mother's fluids while luxuriating in those big, soft, hot flaps. Jesus, this was unreal!

But she had to move a little. She wanted to finish her mum off so she shifted forward slightly to be able to lick the front of her mother's vagina. She had no trouble finding her clit. It was fully engorged and felt completely solid to her tongue. Sophie had only just started to work the shiny bud when her mother just seemed to lose it. A few strokes were all it took! Cheryl didn't seem to care about her daughter now. She just pushed herself hard onto Sophie's face as she panted and flexed her back, completely lost.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus! Oh Baby! You're wonderful! Oh fuck!"

Sophie didn't have much chance to enjoy the thrill of her mother talking dirty to her. As soon as Cheryl orgasmed her mouth was full of thick, sweet juice. She had to swallow hard to avoid gagging. Her face was soaking and sticky and she was now getting a little uncomfortable. And besides, she wanted to try something else. She pushed Cheryl's hips upwards a little. She wanted a bit of breathing space but she also wanted to get an arm between her mother's legs.

She started stroking those soaking cunt lips again, partly to enjoy their softness but also to lubricate her fingers. Then very gently and tentatively she brushed her fingertips away from her mother's vagina, back towards her arsehole. This was completely uncharted territory for her - She'd never done it to a woman before, and no-one had done it to her. She'd have to make it up as she went along!

Cheryl felt it instantly and gasped softly as she caught her breath. What else would this evening bring? She felt Sophie's fingers very tentatively move away from her exposed labia and towards her anus. Were her fingers shaking nervously? No-one had done this to her for years! The fingertips spread and stroked the inside of her buttocks; God, she was sensitive there. She loved the thrill when Sophie brushed the puckered skin around her hole and it was agony when she moved them even an inch or so away. Oh God; she was so tense! When was the last time she'd breathed?

And then the fingers moved away. Oh; the disappointment! It felt like Sophie had pushed just one finger into her dripping vagina - damn, was that the only anal action she was going to get? The answer came quickly. Wasting no time, Sophie ran her freshly lubricated finger around her anus again before oh-so-gently probing into her mother's rectum. The thrill! The dirtiness!

"Oh fuck!" Cheryl couldn't help herself as she arched her back and pushed herself down onto her beautiful daughter's hesitant finger, trying to drive it in as far as possible.

"Are you OK with that, Mum? I just took a gamble!"

"OK? It's fucking marvellous, darling! I just love feeling you in my bum!" What Sophie couldn't have known was that for years her mother had absolutely loved anal excitement and for a long time it had been her sex of choice. It had felt so daring, so erotic with her husband but this was something else. This was her little baby lying between her legs risking an awkward mistake just to please her mother. This wasn't just sex - this was raw emotion. Cheryl felt humbled and thrilled equally, but she so wanted it!

"You can put more in!" Had she really said that?

"Won't it hurt, Mum?"

"No darling. I've had David's cock deep in there lots of times - it'll be OK."

Sophie was strangely excited by that. She'd often wondered about her mother's sex life and the thought of her stepfather's penis being pushed into her mum's arse answered a lot. Emboldened, she pushed her finger deep into her mother, as far as she could, before starting a rhythmic insertion. After a couple of minutes she added another finger carefully and continued her probing.

She got all the right signals! Cheryl had started pushing herself back onto her daughter's invasions and had started panting loudly with each stroke. To Sophie's amazement her fingers were slipping in and out much easier now - her mother was really opening up to her! And she wasn't the only one getting excited. Reaching down, Sophie could feel that she too was now dripping. Fuck, this was hot! But time for a change?

She slowly pulled her fingers out of her mother, hearing a clear moan of disappointment from the face in the pillow.

"Don't worry, Mum - I haven't finished with you yet. I just want to try something else."

Sophie wasn't even sure that Cheryl was going to enjoy this, but this was the night for experiment, for daring. And Christ, did she feel daring! She knelt behind her mother and resting her hands on those smooth, spread hips she ran her tongue up from the end of the fully extended and dripping labia, around the inside of her mother's buttocks before probing the dark pink hole. She was surprised how easily she was able to insert the tip of her tongue - her fingering and the natural lubrication were her friends now. And she realised instantly that she'd hit the Go button!

If Cheryl had been enjoying herself so far, she was now on a completely different planet! No-one had ever rimmed her before and, Jesus Christ, this was her daughter! Could it get better than this? She was desperate to move, to squirm, to push her bum and thighs into Sophie but she knew that this would make it difficult for her. How much harder could she squeeze this pillow?

"Oh fuck! Shit! Christ! Oh Baby; I love you so much! Oh God; don't stop!"

Sophie had no intention of stopping. This was new for her and she wasn't going to back out now. She pulled her mother's cheeks as far apart as she could to give her face more room and to open the anus a little more. Her tongue was now in far enough for her to be able to move the tip around inside. She was able to stimulate her mother from the inside! She wouldn't be able to keep it up for long but she had the feeling that she wouldn't need to!

She shifted her position so that she could slide her other hand over her mum's cunt, feeling the wetness in her palm as she reached for the smooth, firm clit. She wanted to give her mother the full experience. To her surprise Cheryl eased her hand away.

"No baby; just my bottom. That's what I want." Cheryl panted into the pillow. She used to love the intensity of anal orgasms when she was being fucked, and she so wanted for her daughter to make her cum in the same way.

"OK; you asked for it!" thought Sophie and redoubled her efforts. She wasn't wasting time with subtlety now. She was pushing her tongue as deep into the rectum as she could manage and going to town with the tip, lapping faster and harder in that hot tasty tunnel. She was pulling her mother's hips towards her and her mouth fully enclosed her soft backside.

Cheryl had given up worrying about her daughter's comfort. She was writhing and squirming, pushing and moaning. And then it just came! A tsunami of ecstasy swept over her abdomen and stomach. She was helpless. It was almost painful. She'd never known anything like it. Her buttocks were clenching and unclenching and her anus felt like it had gone into spasm. God knows how Sophie was coping down there but amazingly she could still feel her tongue squirming like a little snake inside her! Her vagina seemed like an afterthought but she knew she was soaking down there.

Oops; perhaps a little more than she'd bargained for! To her horror she realised that it hadn't all been vaginal juices. Was she peeing herself involuntarily? And then she realised that Sophie wasn't inside her anymore.

"Don't worry, Mum - I've got that!"

"What the??"

"I felt it on my fingers. It's OK!"

Cheryl raised herself onto her elbows in an instant and looked back. Sure enough, Sophie was laying on her back, underneath her mother's open legs, her face and her fringe very wet. She was also grinning from ear to ear!

"Oh baby; I'm so sorry! I feel so embarrassed!"

"Mum; you don't know all about me. There's some stuff I don't like but I'm happy with the occasional mouthful of pee - especially when it's yours! And there wasn't much anyway, just a little trickle. Did you enjoy your cum?"

"Oh darling; I can honestly say that's the most intense I've ever felt. I thought I was going to die! Where did you learn how to do that?"

"Never done it before - I did it just for you, Mum!"

"Oh Baby; I must be the luckiest mother alive! Come over here."

Cheryl sat up and held out her arms. Sophie knelt by her side and slid into her mother's embrace. Their lips met again, and their tongues confirmed the love they had for each other. It was such a thrill for Cheryl to taste every intimate part of herself on her daughter's tongue and lips. Fuck, that was animal! Her vagina felt like it had twice as many nerve endings as it should have and her arsehole was hot and slightly tender. She could feel the firmness of Sophie's breasts against hers and she was loving just caressing the smooth soft skin on her daughter's shoulders and back. Could a mother and daughter feel any more intimate than they felt at this moment?

Sophie felt relaxed in her mother's arms and, she admitted, very pleased with herself. From the initial shock of her mother expressing urges for her she'd never dreamed of to succeeding in bringing her to orgasm in two different ways she reckoned she'd done bloody well. But she was already anxious for another bit of attention herself. She wasn't finished yet!

So she started kissing her mother a little more urgently and pressing her bust harder into Cheryl's own bosom. She was well aware of the power of her firm breasts. Whenever she kissed her stepdad she always made sure he felt the full pressure of her tits. The poor fool had once admitted that he had wanted an affair with her and although she'd quickly nipped that in the bud she'd delighted in reminding him what he was missing at every opportunity.

She pulled away from her mother and pretended to stretch her shoulders back. In fact, she just wanted her mother to get an eyeful. She wanted attention!

Cheryl would have been quite happy with a bit more cuddling and kissing but Sophie seemed a little restless. But she didn't complain at the lovely sight of her daughter's breasts as she pulled her shoulders back. They were certainly eye catching as they were pulled up and back into their full smooth firmness, those pretty pink nipples just demanding "Play with us!" And she knew her daughter well enough to know that she was showing off; she wanted something.

"Mum; I know it's a bit late but can I ask you a favour?"

"Certainly, darling"

"I've only had a cock up my arse a couple of times and I didn't like it. Probably the guys were a bit too rough and I just found it too painful. But I'd like to try it with you if that's OK. I know you'll be gentle and one of my vibrators is probably just the right size. What do you think? I know we've got all weekend but I just don't want tonight to end yet - and anyway I've only cum once so far!"

However ready Cheryl was for a lie down in her daughter's bed, that plea had woken her up again with an excited start. A request like that would have been unheard of only a few hours ago but here she was, being asked by her naked daughter to insert a vibrator into her bum! How could she refuse?

"Of course, darling. I just want to please you tonight. After all, it was I who started it!"

"Fantastic, thanks! Mmm; I think I'm getting wet again already!?

Sophie fell forward onto her hands and stretched out to give her mum a quick peck, making sure as she did that her breasts swayed heavily under her. She loved that sensation anyway but she wanted to give her mum another show. She then sprang off the bed and skipped the few paces to her dressing table. As luck would have it, she wanted the bottom drawer and she took care to bend over from the waist at just the right angle that Cheryl could see her breasts hanging forward whilst giving her a good view of her thighs, bum and a glimpse of her vulva and anus between her slightly parted buttocks. She knew what she was doing, and it felt so slutty doing it for her mum!

Cheryl could see through all this performance but had to admit that her daughter was beautifully put together. She couldn't wait to run her appreciative hands over those curves again. Unconsciously she felt between her legs and played absent-mindedly with her cunt lips as she ran her eyes over her daughter's thighs and bum.

Sophie straightened up and turned around with the toy in her hand. Fuck pretence - she was going to play up for the hell of it! She had her mother right where she wanted her and she'd milk it for all it was worth. She walked so slowly and languidly back across the bedroom, her shoulders pulled back to emphasise the power of her bosom. One hand moved down across her stomach to stop just at the top of her vaginal slit whilst she ran the slim black and gold vibrator across her cunt and between her legs. She'd stopped by the bed by now but continued the show long enough to assure herself that she had her mother's full attention.

And she had! Cheryl was thrilled and aroused to realise that her daughter was playing the slut shamelessly for her. There could only be one aim: to turn her on again. And it had worked! Cheryl was working her clit hard again now as her daughter just stood there like a complete tart, holding her gaze with excited, tarty eyes. Her juices were flowing again and her labia felt tender and swollen. She was breathing harder and her hips were moving involuntarily as she sat on the bed. Oh God; her daughter had made her feel like this so quickly and now she was just stood there like a voyeur at a peep show! She felt the fullness of her breast with her free hand and marvelled at how quickly her nipples had become hard and sensitive.

"Uh, uh. Mmmh; mmmh! You want? Shall I? Right now?" Cheryl was panting and her heart was pounding. What bloody stupid questions. And Sophie just said nothing but continued to smile and idly stroke her cunt mound.

And then it didn't matter any longer. With a shudder Cheryl climaxed again, her head falling forward as she gasped for breath and her eyes squeezed tight shut. Her hips and thighs were pushing backwards and forwards and for a fleeting moment she wished that she had a thick hard cock up inside her. She treated herself to a feel of her distended and soaking labia - they seemed to be getting even bigger as the evening progressed!

"Happy now? Enjoy the show, you dirty bitch?" Cheryl opened her eyes and looked up. Sophie was a picture, her legs much wider apart now and her knees slightly bent. She was playing gently with her slit but Cheryl noticed that it had opened, allowing her glistening pink flaps to hang beneath her to a surprising degree. Her daughter was a picture and it was time to please her?

"Come over here and let Mummy take care of you!"

Sophie broke into a grin and joined Cheryl on the bed, leaning into her to give another open-mouthed kiss and squeeze of those heavy boobs before lying back on the bed, opening her legs and drawing her knees towards her. She was playing the whore for her mother, and it felt good!

Cheryl didn't think she could have had a clearer view of her daughter's private parts, but this was something else! That beautifully plump, smooth vulva with the so-soft lips looking like dew-covered rose petals; those soft round bum cheeks framing the dark puckered secret hole - Cheryl couldn't wait to get started! But she knew her daughter well. She knew that Sophie had calculated the effect that her wide-open pose would have and Cheryl felt slightly competitive - her daughter didn't have the monopoly on sluttishness! With a saucy grin Cheryl stood up on the bed, her feet either side of Sophie's shoulders and then leaned back, supporting herself with one hand. She opened her knees as far as she could and Sophie was treated to a close-up of her mother's spread cunt with its hanging soaking labia.

"Look what nice, kind Mummy's going to do for you. She wants this to go up into your little bottom as smoothly as possible. You want some of Mummy up inside you?"

And with that she picked up the vibrator in her free hand and ran it up the open slit of her vagina, pushing apart the glistening lips. And for the hell of it she then placed the tip of it into her mouth and ran her tongue around it.

"Mmm; not bad but I think we'll need a bit more lubrication."

The toy went back to her cunt but this time Cheryl slid it inside her slowly to about halfway before partially withdrawing it.

"Ooh, yes! Perhaps I'll just play with this a bit longer. That'll be alright, won't it? You can wait a bit?"

The vibrator had now disappeared completely into her mother's vagina, Cheryl only just gripping the end with her fingertips. Sophie's face was a picture. The disappointment and frustration flashed in her eyes - before she realised she'd fallen for it! For as soon as the vibrator had disappeared it was now pulled out, sticky and glistening. In a quick fluid move Cheryl reversed her position - Sophie now had a grandstand view of her mother's private parts from behind as Cheryl positioned herself to invade her daughter's secret hole. Thoughtfully she'd also put her arms inside Sophie's open legs to allow her to keep that position without getting tired.

Sophie had to hand it to her mother - the old girl knew what she was doing! It felt so wrong to be laying here, her cunt and anus fully exposed for her mother's attention but, Christ, it was fucking exciting! And then she felt it. Cheryl was gently probing her hole with the tip of the toy. It felt slightly cold, but her mother's lubrication was making a difference - so far so good. And then in it went a little further. Years of conditioning made her resist the pressure slightly, her cheeks clenching involuntarily.

"You OK, baby? I can stop when you want."

I'm OK, Mum - it's just so different. But I do want more please."

And the pressure started again, the smooth hard plastic easing deeper into her rectum. She couldn't say she was enjoying it yet but the whole scenario just thrilled her unimaginably. But by now it felt as if it was filling her up.

"Wow; that feels big! How much have you put in?"

"Just an inch or two so far, baby. Is that too much for you?"

An inch or two? Really? The bloody thing was ten inches long! Jesus Christ!

"Yeah; fine Mum!"

And it went in deeper and deeper, Cheryl being extremely careful to insert it slowly and at what she hoped would be the right angle. After all, this was new for her too! Sophie felt the pressure increasing. She couldn't say it hurt; it just felt; well, invasive. Christ, she just felt full of the damn thing - there wouldn't be room for all her other internal organs soon! And it was starting to pull at the skin around her anus. It was getting a bit tight there.

As if by magic she felt it being pulled slowly out of her. Now that did feel odd - just as if she was having a shit. But not unpleasant. Her mother stopped with what felt like just the tip still inside her. And strangely she didn't want it to be pulled out!

"That alright, sweetie? It just looked as if it was getting a bit dry so I thought I'd help."

And Sophie felt her mother bend down, her breath hot on her cunt lips, her tongue on her rectum. Something dribbled down her bum - her mum was wetting her anus and the vibrator with her saliva!

"Should be better now. Let's try again!"

And with that Sophie could feel the hard shaft sliding back up inside her with much more firmness. Not harshly, but it didn't stop this time. It was pushing way past where it was before. Sophie gasped at the sensation but found herself willing the vibrator deeper into her. Oh God, it felt huge!

"Clever baby - it's all in!"

"Oh Mum, it feels so strange, but it doesn't hurt like I expected."

"Well, let's start fucking you then!"

Sophie felt the toy withdrawing quite quickly. There it was again - that strange pulling, shitting sensation. But Sophie had anticipated it this time and found that it was pleasurable, if only because it was so different. Nothing like the burning pain when she had been so roughly violated in the past. And just as she thought it would be pulled out, back up it went. Felt much easier this time. And down. And up. It was feeling more comfortable but hornier with every stroke. Her mother was now fucking her rhythmically and Sophie's breath was starting to gasp in time with the insertions. She was looking forward to it being pushed into her each time but then delighting in the feeling as it slid back down her rectum.

She realised that the tempo was increasing fast. She could hear her mother's breathing getting deeper as she applied herself to working the vibrator faster and faster. And the strange thing was that it wasn't hurting at all now - it felt natural and very, very exciting. And Cheryl wasn't holding back - with each insertion Sophie could feel her mother's fingers grasping the very end of the toy against her anus. She was getting fucked deep and hard now!

She visualised the scene on the bed. There she was with her legs in the air, swaying backwards and forwards with each thrust into her arsehole. Her cunt and arse were fully exposed to her mother who was kneeling over her, naked, pushing a sex toy into her bottom. You couldn't make it up but, fucking hell, it was wonderful!

And perhaps the recognition of the eroticism of the whole thing had worked its magic because Sophie started breathing deeper and deeper. She realised she was panting, perhaps gasping now. Her arsehole felt on fire and there was a unique sensation deep inside her - how could it feel numb but burn at the same time? Shit, she was sweating! And how long had she been gripping the duvet so tightly? And Cheryl kept pushing and pulling the thing, so fast now. Oh Christ, it felt wonderful! And she felt so cheap, so slutty but so violated.

And then it happened. She was just helpless to act for herself. Her insides just erupted in such a painful, joyous agony. Her rectum was just squeezing the invader with deep spasms, her buttocks clenching uncontrollably. Her legs were clamped around her mother's chest like a vice and her head was one pushed hard back into the bed. Jesus, her body felt out of control, convulsing, like she was having a fit!

And one more surprise: she realised that her asshole was wet, the hot fluid gushing over her, down between her wide-open buttocks and soaking the sheet. She could feel the damp on her lower back. She was orgasming vaginally as well, squirting like she'd never done before!

And, of course, her mum didn't miss a trick...

"Your cunt is pouring, darling. Too good to waste!" and she could feel her mother's lips and tongue lapping at her exposed, enflamed labia, making slurping noises as she attempted to drink as much juice as possible as it pulsed from her burning vagina. (Was that the first time that her mother had said "cunt" to her?) And surely it wasn't by accident that she was also catching her daughter's engorged clitoris with the tip of her tongue, adding to the ecstasy that Sophie was experiencing?

Gradually the energy just drained away from her. Her fingers released their hold on the duvet, her legs started to feel heavy, and her head fell sideways. Sensing this, Cheryl moved off her daughter and lay alongside her, putting one arm over her chest and kissing her gently on her lips.

"How was that, darling? Glad you tried it? It was thrilling for me to be the first to please you anally and I loved drinking your cum at the end - would you like to taste it?" Without waiting for an answer, Cheryl pushed her lips against Sophie's open mouth, her tongue probing deeply. She pulled back slightly - "Aren't you delicious? I have your juice all over my face." Sophie didn't need to be asked twice: she ran her tongue and lips all over her mother's mouth and then finished off by lapping at her chin, cheeks and nose, amazed at how wet her mother was and revelling in the strong, musky taste and scent of her own juices.

Both women were tired and sated by now. Sophie lay her head back on the pillow and Cheryl played idly with her daughter's damp hair with one hand whilst gently brushing her breasts with the back of the other. Almost unbelievably, she was her daughter's lover, and the world had never seemed so magical.

"Oh fucking hell, Mum; it was wonderful, and you were so good. You seemed to know just what would be right for me. What you did with the vibrator was so different from the horrible times with men before - I just didn't realise how intense it could be. I don't think I've ever felt this close to you, to any other person. I don't want this weekend to finish."

Sophie shifted slightly, recognising something was different, and looked enquiringly to her mother.

"You've left it in me. Why?"

"Well you never know, do you?" Cheryl smiled and pulled the duvet over the two of them as Sophie snuggled closer into to her beloved mother and rested her head on that lovely soft, comforting shoulder.

Mother and daughter resting together in each other's arms. What could be more natural?