Mommy/Daughter Movie Nights Pt. 01

Melanie Quinn stood back and surveyed her work.

A glass of wine stood poured and ready on her Mom's side of the couch, a frosty mug of cola on hers. The popcorn bowl was full and steaming in the center of the table. On the screen, the movie was queued up and ready to go with the press of a button. All The Time in the World, a sappy, sad romance of the sort both she and her mom adored. A perfect little scene. There was nothing her Mom would have to do besides slip into some pajamas, plop down on the couch next to her daughter, and enjoy.

It had been a long time since their last movie night. They used to have them all the time when Melanie was in high school, laughing and snuggling comfortably in the warm darkness of the living room, sharing laughs and tears and popcorn. Melanie treasured those memories. But ever since her Mom had started her new business, she had been distant. She was so caught up in the pressure and excitement of her new endeavor, it felt like she just didn't have time to hang out with her daughter anymore. But how could she refuse when Melanie had done all the work for her? This was definitely going to work.

Melanie perked up as she heard the front door open and her mother breeze in. Here it was; time to make her mother's day.

Melanie hurried into the entryway in time to see her mother hanging up her car keys and slipping out of her heels. Anne Quinn was a beautiful woman, even when she looked tired and irritable. Tall and curvy, with creamy, pale skin, deep, thoughtful blue eyes, and shining waves of brassy red hair that cascaded down over her shoulders. It was hard for Melanie not to feel a little jealous at times. Melanie had inherited her mother's lovely skin, eyes and hair, but she didn't think she would ever sprout the huge, gravity defying tits that her mother had, not to mention the wide, feminine hips. Melanie must have inherited her slim, graceful build from the father she had never known. Living in the same house as a bombshell like her Mom was enough to make anyone insecure sometimes, but Melanie tried her best not to let it get to her.

Anne looked up as she saw Melanie enter the room, flashing her daughter a gorgeous, but weary smile and saying, "Hey Melly. How was your day?"

"Good, said Melanie, practically bursting with excitement. She couldn't wait for her Mom to see the nice surprise that she had planned for her. "My classes went about as well as usual. Pretty boring stuff." She didn't really feel like getting stuck in a long, boring discussion about what had happened in her business classes today... Not that she had to worry about her mother talking too much lately. As usual, Anne just nodded distractedly, raking back her lovely red hair from her face and saying vaguely, "That's lovely dear," as she made her way through the kitchen toward the living room and her bedroom beyond, her face buried in her phone.

When she got to the living room, it took Anne a second to look up from whatever business communication she was reading. Melanie lingered, following behind her, biting her lip with excitement as she waited for her mother's pleased and grateful reaction.

"Oh..." said Anne softly. Melanie immediately deflated a little. Her mother's voice was certainly surprised, but wasn't precisely happy. More... confused. Melanie came up behind her mom, her eyebrows drawing together a little as she put a gentle hand on her mother's back. "It's a movie night, Mom. You know... like we used to do? I missed having fun with you like that. Do you... not want to?"

"Right, of course. I missed it too, sweetie," said Anne swiftly. 'Sorry, I was just caught off guard for a second there. Of course I'd love to watch a movie with you. Just give me one second to change." Her face was fixed in a gracious smile, but Melanie had caught the grimace that Anne had worn for a split second, and the hint of tired sigh in her voice. As Anne turned to change out of her chic, professional work clothes, Melanie slumped back onto the couch, now in a bad mood. The whole thing felt worthless now. She had intended this to be an escape for her mother, where she could unwind and connect with her daughter again. The fact that Anne was participating just to humor her daughter was deeply annoying.

Melanie considered just calling the whole thing off, but that felt too much like giving up. She really did long to be closer to her mother. And that meant she was going to go through with this fun bonding activity no matter how unenthusiastic her mom was. A few minutes later, Anne reemerged from her bedroom, wearing an oversized shirt that still couldn't hide the shape of her enormous braless tits swaying beneath it, and tight black leggings that clung like a second skin to her thick, womanly thighs and ass. Melanie looked away with a scowl. She felt uncomfortable with the way her eyes sometimes wandered on their own over her mother's ripe, mature body, but she couldn't help it. Her mom's body was so... in your face. Ever since Melanie had awoken to the fact that she liked girls (another thing she had in common with her mother) a few years ago, Melanie had been forced to keep her eyes and mind under strict control when it came to her Mom's body.

Anne seemed to have gotten over her momentary flash of annoyance or fatigue that she displayed at first when hearing about the movie night, but her eyes were still focused on the phone in her hands as she sank to the couch beside her daughter. "So what's the movie tonight, dear?" she asked, one hand reaching for the glass of wine while her other rapidly typed on her phone's keyboard.

"All the Time in the World," said Melanie with a smile. They had both read and loved it when the book came out a few years back, discussing it nearly to death. It was a period piece about a young couple in love before the man is sent off to war, and the letters he wrote back to his girlfriend. Melanie had hoped that her Mom would perk up when she heard the title, but instead, Anne simply took a sip of her wine and said, "That's nice, sweetie."

She was clearly barely even paying attention. Feeling a growing sense of disappointment, Melanie pressed play on the movie and sat back in a huff, grabbing a handful of popcorn to hopefully mask her annoyance. She knew her Mom was busy and tired, but what more could she ask for? Melanie had set this all up. All her mom had to do was relax and fucking pay attention to her daughter for once.

Melanie stewed in her prickly annoyance as the movie played. Her mom was clearly trying her best to pay attention, but every time she seemed to be getting into the movie, her phone would buzz again, and she was pulled out of it. Melanie tried, despite how clear it was that this attempt at bonding was a dismal failure. She asked, "Don't you think the guy they got to play the brother is a little too buff? He was supposed to be sort of a nerd in the original."

Anne looked thoughtful, flashing her daughter a coy smile. "I don't know sweetie, maybe he was a bit of an intellectual, but..." For a second, Melanie thought that she was going to have a genuine moment with her mother. But then, like clockwork, Anne's phone buzzed, irritatingly loud, and then her eyes were back on her phone. Melanie had to fight to hold back a sigh. Her mom spent like sixty hours a week at that stupid fucking spa she ran, why did she need to spend every minute of time at home on work as well?

The last straw was when Anne groaned, flexed her feet, then unceremoniously raised them and plopped them down into her daughter's lap. "Sweetie, would you mind giving your mother a foot rub?" she asked plaintively. "My feet are simply killing me." And even then, when asking for a favor, she still couldn't take her eyes off whatever she was focused on on her phone.

Melanie could feel her face grow hot. She was certain that she looked as red as a lobster right now. Melanie had told her mother that she wasn't comfortable with giving foot rubs anymore. It had been a usual part of their movie nights before, actually, so maybe Anne was just falling back into old habits. But even so, Melanie had drawn a hard line with her mom on this, though she had been a little too embarrassed to explain why.

Melanie, along with her blossoming attraction to women, had developed a humiliating foot fetish as well. She wished it wasn't the case, but there was just something about a slim, feminine foot... especially when attached to a strong-willed, attractive older woman, that made Melanie weak in the knees. She didn't want to mix those feelings with her mother in any way, so obviously foot rubs were out, and there was no way she was going to explain why.

But even if she hadn't been forthcoming with her reasons, she had TOLD her mom she didn't want to give foot rubs anymore. More than once. Not only was her mother ignoring her on the night that she had set up as a special bonding time, but she was also actively disrespecting Melanie by ignoring her boundaries.

Melanie shoved her mom's feet off her lap and stood, breathing heavily. She was angry, but frustratingly, there was also a lump forming in her throat. Was this just going to be how it was from now on? Was her mom only concerned with her career now?

Anne seemed to finally realize that something was wrong. She looked up at her daughter with an expression of dismay, tinged with guilt. "Oh! That's right... the feet thing! I'm so sorry, dear. I just got a little distracted, and..."

"Distracted!" Melanie let out a scoff that she had to clamp down on hard to avoid becoming a sob. "That's one way to put it. I set up this movie night to spend some time with you, and you could barely tear your eyes away from your phone for two seconds."

Anne's face was now a picture of uneasy guilt, the pieces snapping into place as she realized how her behavior had looked from an outside perspective. "Ahhh. I didn't realize that... Honey, it's just that there's an ongoing problem at the spa that they really need my direct input on. I probably should have just told you we should watch the movie another night."

"But another night wouldn't work either!" said Melanie, her voice growing heated. 'Because there's always a problem at the fucking spa, and it always needs your direct input. When is the last time we had a conversation deeper than 'How was your day?'"

Anne looked a little incredulous for a moment, like Melanie wasn't being fair, but then her eyebrows creased as she tried to think back to when they last had a more in-depth conversation. Suddenly, she looked on the verge of tears as well. "Melly... you're right. I think I've been so wrapped up in work lately, it was hard to see outside of my little stress-bubble," she said sheepishly. "I apologise. Let me turn my phone off for the evening, and we can start the movie over. If that's alright with you, of course."

Melanie took a deep breath and stiffly nodded. This meant a lot to her, and her mom was trying. She looked so sorry. How could Melanie not forgive her?

Then Anne's phone rang. And Melanie's stomach sank as she saw her mom look down at the caller ID, then back up to her with an apologetic wince. Melanie could see what she was about to ask before her mouth even opened, so she cut her off.

"Answer it," she said coldly. "Be my guest. Have fun." Then she turned and hurried to her bedroom. If her Mom had come after her and apologized again, Melanie would probably have still forgiven her. But before she even slammed the door behind her, Melanie heard her mother's cool, professional business voice answering the phone.

...

Melanie flopped back on her bed and put her hands over her face. Maybe she should just stop trying. Once she was out of college in a few years, she would be out of the house anyway. Maybe her Mom was just anticipating that empty nest feeling by filling her life up with something else before that day came.

So that was it. Melanie would move out in a couple of years, and she and her mom would text occasionally for inane small talk. That would be their relationship. Melanie shook her head in frustration. That was bullshit! She remembered crying in each other's arms over sappy romance movies. Joking and laughing about boys, then, eventually, talking about girls instead after a long, frank discussion where Melanie came out and Anne nervously shared that she was bisexual. They had been so close!

Melanie glanced at her computer with a conflicted expression. There was one other thing she could try... She could use the program her friend had sent her. It was an idea born of desperation: the program that her online friends had been discussing jokingly for a couple of weeks was clearly some sort of high-effort trolling.

The friend who brought it to the Kaos server that her friends hung out in claimed it was an old version of a CIA brainwashing program called, for some reason, F4R1A 2.0. All you had to do was input the intended message and provide a video in which you wanted to insert the subliminal messages, and it would spit out a video that looked almost identical, except now bursting with subtle audio messages and flashing microframes that would program the orders into the mind of whoever watched it. The story that went along with it was that the entire program was scrapped because it was useless against enemies; it only worked on trusting viewers in a safe environment. Other people swore that this was just an obsolete version, and a refined, more effective program was currently inserting ideas into the minds of television viewers everywhere...

In other words, almost certainly a joke. Melanie assumed it was just a program that ran a fake progress bar, then output the same video that had been originally provided. Some of her friends on the Kaos server had posted jokingly about experimenting with the program for a few days, the discussion had moved on to something else. Melanie thought about it for a second, then shrugged to herself. It felt like she didn't have much to lose. Even if it was a joke, what was the harm in giving it a try?

Melanie opened up the program, which had a spartan, utilitarian interface that certainly looked like it could have been made for government rather than civilian use. She opened up the tab labeled "alteration prompts" and began typing.

"Relax."

"Prioritize Bonding with Melanie."

"My Personal Life is More Important Than Work."

"I Should Unwind and Ignore My Anxieties and Worries"

A good start. Melanie scrolled over to a drop-down menu that read "targeted demographic" and changed "All Ages" to "Women Ages 35-40". That meant that if this weird program actually did something, it wouldn't have any effect on Melanie herself.

She needed to input a video that the subliminals would be masked beneath, but that was simple: she simply downloaded a copy of "All the Time in the World" and fed it into the program. Despite the fact that she had absolutely no belief that the program would actually do anything, Melanie felt an odd sense of foreboding as the program began to run, the progress bar sluggishly climbing to 1% after a few seconds.

Was this really a good idea? Things might be a little awkward right now, but she knew her Mom loved her. This whole subliminal programming idea seemed like a drastic step, even if it was just a fantasy that Melanie thought might have a placebo effect.

Melanie pushed the disquiet down. She was just being silly. This program was a joke. And it was a joke that had already improved her mood. The real thing that would make a difference was forgiving her Mom and trying again.

She pulled out her phone and texted Anne with an invitation to another movie night the next day. Maybe with a bit more forewarning, her Mom would be better prepared to put work aside and engage with her.

Behind her, the progress of the subliminal encoding ticked up to 2%.

...

Anne was finally able to give a warm, professional sign-off to her frustrating phone conversation, then tossed the cell away, slumping back against the armrest of the couch with an explosive sigh.

She had really messed things up tonight. She knew that she should find time to make Melly a priority. But sometimes things were happening with her business that were truly make-or-break. In some cases, literally "fix this or you will likely go out of business" scenarios. It was just her bad luck that one such situation had popped up on the night when her daughter had made a thoughtful, kind effort to connect with her.

Today, just after she left the spa, the contractor that she had been working with to install a new mudbath had revised their quote at the last minute before construction was set to start. Almost doubled it in fact. She had been furiously texting with her assistant and firing off emails to the contractor over the issue all evening. And, worst of all, the contractor had finally called her back at the worst possible moment, making her look like an awful mother.

Frustratingly, Melanie did have a point, though. Although this had been a genuine issue that truly had required her direct attention, these types of situations had been popping up a lot. Could she really call it a special circumstance when this type of emergency popped up multiple times a week? Anne was glad that she had taken the plunge and started her own business, but it could be exhausting and stressful. In this crucial period, she felt like she had to be in control of every aspect to ensure its success. Not just for her and her satisfaction, but for Melanie as well. Once her spa really took off, it would pay for Melly's college. It would help Anne to support her daughter if things got hard.

And, as sad as it was, maybe that meant that she was going to be sort of distant for a while, at least until the spa was more stable.

Melanie wasn't being fair. She didn't really grasp what Anne was going through right now. The stress. The pressure. The horniness. Of course, Anne had no desire for Melly to understand that aspect of her struggles, but it still weighed on her heavily on a day-to-day basis. Anne had always been a woman with a high libido, but her recent business troubles had left her precious little time for hook-ups, let alone serious dating. She could just masturbate, of course... She had thought about starting up that habit many times, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Melanie was in the house, and Anne had a habit of being... quite vocal in bed. It just felt wrong to get herself off when her daughter was just on the other side of a wall from her.

It was just one more thing she would have to grin and bear until her new business was running more smoothly.

Her phone buzzed again, and she groaned. What was it now? Had yet another issue cropped up that Janice needed her direct input on? Why couldn't emergencies happen during work hours?

But it wasn't a text from Janice. It was from Melly. An olive branch, asking if she would be able to do the movie night tomorrow instead. Anne grimaced a little. She had been planning to stay late tomorrow to catch up on some employment paperwork. Then she shook herself. There she went again. There would always be another emergency. She texted Melly back and accepted the invite.

She would just have to work double time tomorrow so she could make it home and bond with her daughter.

No problem at all for a supermom like her.

...

The following night was quite a bit better. Anne came home looking even more exhausted than usual, but Melanie could tell that she was making a real effort to be present.

"I thought this movie was on streaming, honey?" said Anne with a raised eyebrow, tossing a few kernels of popcorn into her mouth and adding in a slightly muffled voice, "Why are you playing it off of a flashdrive of all things?"

Melanie laughed sheepishly. It was probably stupid to still use the altered file she had created, considering that her Mom had clearly made an effort to unplug and spend time with her, but Melanie had decided to go for it anyway. The stupid joke program had run all night converting the file, so she was sort of curious to see if there were any noticeable changes. And where was the harm, in the end? If it did nothing, then no harm, no foul, and even if it did, it would just help her Mom relax. "I found a version online that is supposed to have extra scenes," she lied smoothly. "So I pirated it, don't tell anybody."

Anne chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "My daughter... flouting the law like a common thief. Where did I go wrong?" Melanie stuck out her tongue as she settled in next to her mother, companionably close on the sofa. This was more like what she had envisioned... and it hadn't needed any brainwashing for it to happen. Even at this point, she considered just saying screw it and playing the normal version of the movie from a streaming service...

But she pressed play on the modified copy instead. She had already made the excuse, after all, and at this point, she was curious what the product would look like.

The audio did seem a little... odd. Almost tinny, like there was a high-pitched, metallic sound laid under the track. Also, the visuals felt off. They seemed normal at first, but looking at them for long enough made Melanie's eyes hurt like they were being strained somehow. Melanie was about to apologize and stop the movie, but when she looked over at her mother, she was surprised to see that Anne didn't seem bothered at all, sipping wine and crunching popcorn nonchalantly. As Melanie watched, Anne glanced over with a wink and a smile and said, "I'm glad they made a movie of the book, but if they make Matthew hotter than Grant, I think I'm going to scream."

Anne didn't seem to notice the strange qualities of the movie at all. Was it because the subliminals were pitched toward older women? Despite the strange, irritating qualities of the video, Melanie settled in to watch, enjoying her mother's company.

Over the course of the movie, Anne's quips and small talk slowly petered out. She wasn't distracted by her phone today. In fact, it stayed face down on the coffee table in front of them even after it buzzed a few times. Instead, she seemed completely absorbed in the romance movie, her eyes wide and dilated, utterly focused and intent. It was honestly a little freaky, but Melanie couldn't bring herself to say anything. Did this mean that the subliminal message program wasn't full of shit?

When the credits rolled and the movie switched off, Anne shook herself with a look of mild confusion, and her eyes flashed to her daughter. "Oh! Sorry, dear," she said with a wry grin. "I think I fell asleep for a moment there. Must be more tired than I thought."

"That's ok, Mom," said Melanie, trying to remain calm. "I'm just glad we could spend some time together." Internally, she was freaking out. Her Mom was wrong. She hadn't fallen asleep. Melanie had watched, and Anne's eyes had been open the whole time. After her mother gave her a big hug (her amazing breasts brushing distractingly up against Melanie as usual) and wandered off to bed, Melanie couldn't stop running through the implications of what had just happened in her head.

She had just brainwashed her Mom!

Or, at least, that's what it looked like at this point. The idea made her uneasy. But, in the end, it wasn't that big of a deal. The commands she had inserted into her mother's brain were totally innocuous. Even helpful.

If the subliminal programming took root, and Melanie still wasn't prepared to accept that that would definitely happen at this point, then they could only be helpful to her mother.

...

The next morning Anne looked down at the heels she had selected with a frown, then put them in the closet and pulled out a pair of sensible flats instead.

By the end of the day, her feet felt far better than they usually did, and her employees and customers didn't even seem to notice the difference.

Later in the week, she tried wearing work clothes that were a bit more casual and found that that simple act did a lot to reduce the pressure she felt.

Melanie asked if she wanted to do another movie night on Friday, but by the time Thursday rolled around, Anne didn't know if it was possible. She wanted to go over the quarterly revenue figures and consider pricing adjustments, a necessary task that she had been putting off for some time. She could probably get it done over the weekend... but it would mean pulling a late night Friday, plus coming in for a full workday Saturday and Sunday.

But then a funny idea occurred to her... one that she had no idea why she had never thought of before. Why did she need to do this personally? It wasn't like matching revenue with expenses on a week-by-week basis needed her particular expertise. On the spur of the moment, she called her assistant Janice into her office. "Janice, I need an analysis done on the costs of various treatments we provide compared to the prices we charge. Is that something you would be able to do for me?"

Janice looked a little surprised, raising her well-manicured eyebrows. Delegation wasn't the boss's typical strong suit. "Absolutely, ma'am," she said confidently. "When would you need it?"

Anne was about to say Monday, then hesitated. Was the report really an emergency? Probably not, honestly. It was important, but it wasn't something that urgently needed addressing. She had just wanted to get it done quickly so she could move on to other tasks. With Janice handling it, that wasn't a problem.

"A week from today," Anne said. As Janice nodded and said, "Got it. I'll have it on your desk by next Friday," Anne felt some of the tension winding up inside her release. Just like that, instead of a long night and a busy weekend, she had a few days ahead of her to just relax. She went home with a spring in her step, feeling calm and energized for the first time in months.

Why hadn't she thought to delegate before?

...

As Melanie watched the subtle changes come over her mother, her guilt over the brainwashing faded away. Anne looked happier and healthier already, and it wasn't like she was some sort of brain-dead zombie now. She was herself, but more relaxed and happy.

So, of course, she kept the subliminals coming. How could she not when they were having such an obvious positive effect on her mother's well-being? The movie nights became a biweekly event, and now that Anne wasn't stressing so much over work, Melanie felt closer to her than ever.

The subliminals had been a complete success... but there was one aspect of Anne's new calmer attitude that was a little awkward.

...

Anne let out a low, sweet moan, one hand raising to firmly squeeze a round, creamy breast while the other loudly squished and rubbed between her shapely thighs.

God, it felt good to get a little sexual satisfaction again. She had been so worried that her daughter might hear or catch a vibe that she had denied herself even self-pleasure for far too long. But after she had finally let go of her worries and started masturbating again, nothing had happened. Melly hadn't said anything or acted any differently. Just like with the heels and the delegation, Anne had been anxious over nothing.

Anne's wide hips writhed and squirmed upward into her flexing fingers as she pinched and pawed at her rosy nipples, letting the delicious sexual energy crackle through her. She wasn't even picturing anyone or anything in particular right now: just enjoying the raw sexual release of everything she had pent up over the past few months.

She shifted position, onto her belly, raising her glorious, plump ass in the air and groping for the dildo she had left at her side. The soft buzzing sound sent a thrill through her all by itself. She could feel the pulse of blood in her pussy... in her nipples pressed down into the soft bed sheets. God she wanted a hot wet mouth eager sucking them. She wanted someone else to tease her pussy, not just this buzzing silicone toy... but it would have to do for now.

She bit her lip as she dragged the soft tip of the dildo between her moist lips, but a ragged whimper of pleasure burst out anyway. She tried to keep as silent as she could... but Anne had always been a bit of a screamer in bed, and after a while she just decided to cast aside her worries. Melly was probably asleep anyway, and even if she did hear, was it that bad that she knew her mother was a sexual being?

As Anne slipped the dildo into her hot, throbbing pussy, a loud moan escaped her lips, no longer held back. "F-fuck me!" she whimpered, letting herself be a little louder.

She lost herself in pleasure with no more worries about what her daughter might think...

...

Melanie lay in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling as her body pulsed with uncomfortable, embarrassing arousal.

Her mother's powerful, slutty moans poured through the wall between their bedrooms, accompanied by occasional creaks and shifts of the bed, soft wet noises, and occasional bursts of panting dirty talk.

"Yes! Right there, you dirty girl... I want that tongue deep inside me... mmmhhh God yes!"

Fuck... it was hard enough to watch her mom prance around the house in the sorts of clothes she had been wearing lately. Anne probably didn't even realize she was doing it. She had started wearing loose robes instead of oversized shirts, giving tantalizing peeks of her long, bare legs and glimpses of her cleavage. Almost worse, as far as Melanie was concerned, her mother went barefoot almost all the time at this point. Melanie had to actively fight to keep her eyes away from her mom's slim, feminine feet, painted with ruby red nail polish.

And maybe that would be fine. She was Melanie's mom, and there was enough of a taboo and a mental barrier there that maybe, in most circumstances, Melanie would have found her revealing loungewear and stupid, sexy feet to be more uncomfortable than arousing.

But then there were the moans and dirty talk. The loud, passionate moans seemed to reach deep into the deepest, most primal parts of Melanie's brain and flip the switch labeled "horny". And the dirty talk? Melanie knew that her mother wasn't speaking to her when she commanded whatever "dirty girl" she was imagining to service her, but sometimes it was hard not to imagine that raspy, horny voice saying things like that to her.

How was it possible to hear a drop-dead gorgeous older woman moan and whimper like a bitch in heat night after night and not start to see her in a sexual light? Anne had always been a total sex bomb, with big juicy tits, thick thighs, and an ass that could stop a man's heart. Melanie had always known that on an intellectual level... but the desperate, animal moans of her mother pouring through the thin wall separating them stripped away the powerful taboo that kept her from feeling it in her heart... in her pussy.

Melanie's body ached with pent-up arousal. She knew that she could put on some headphones and shut out the sexual symphony assaulting her ears... but she wasn't sure that she even wanted to stop listening.

Anne was grunting now. Uhhh... Uhhhhhhh... Uhhhhnn... Her bed squeaked lightly with her movements. Despite herself, Melanie couldn't stop herself from picturing it. Was her mom spread-eagled, her perfect curvy body glistening with a sheen of filthy sweat as she humped upward into her dildo, the bed shaking with the powerful thrusts of her hips? Or was she riding? Bouncing her perfect ass up and down, impaling herself on the length of the fake cock, her breasts shuddering and jiggling with every stroke?

"Mmmm touch me, baby," groaned Anne, her voice just quiet enough that Melanie had to strain to hear over the squeak of the bed, "I want to feel those wicked little fingers on my cunt!" The last word was an almost silent, harsh whisper of pleasure.

Melanie was breathing heavily, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Her whole body felt hyper-sensitive... throbbing with sensation. Moving haltingly, she gently slid a palm down her flat, toned stomach, dipping it beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts, and sucked in a shocked breath as she felt how hot and wet she was. Her pussy had already soaked through her panties, and just the faintest brush of her fingers sent sexual electricity crackling through her nerves.

She pulled her hand away like she had been burned, feeling a sudden wave of guilt. She raised it in front of her wide eyes, seeing the glisten of arousal even in the dim light of her room. What was wrong with her? Turned on by her own mother? And, in a way, wasn't it her fault that Anne was doing this right now? She hadn't started her loud masturbation session until Melanie's programming had convinced her to relax and forget about the consequences of her actions. The rest of the results had been clearly beneficial, so Melanie would just have to get herself under control.

But the moans went on. For five minutes. Then ten. Melanie felt sure that she had heard at least two orgasms coming from the master bedroom, and it began to feel a little unfair that Anne was feeling so amazing while her daughter lay sleepless in bed, burning with frustrated lust.

And so, eventually, Melanie's hand dipped back beneath the hem of her pajama shorts, gently rubbing.

Some much softer moans puffed between Melanie's lips to join her mother's, while visions of perfect round tits and slim feminine feet danced in her head.

...

After a few weeks of hearing her mother's slutty moans pouring through the house on a nightly basis, Melanie didn't even feel bad about masturbating to her mother anymore. It felt easier and easier to justify over time. Anne was clearly enjoying herself and living life to the fullest. What did it matter if Melanie fingered her slick cunt while she listened in? It wasn't hurting anybody, and it felt too good to seem wrong. As Melanlie rubbed herself raw every night, joining her unsuspecting mother in sneaky mutual masturbation sessions, she got more and more enthusiastic, and less hesitant. She did try to keep herself quiet, though. It was clear that the walls were thin enough for sound to carry, and she didn't want Anne to find out how much she enjoyed the nightly show.

Over the same time period, Melanie allowed her eyes to wander even more freely as she watched her mother lounge around the house in thin, silky robes. Where before she may have looked away, now Melanie let her eyes linger appreciatively on her mother's creamy cleavage when her robes fell loose, and admired the way her thick, juicy ass pressed against the silk cloth when she bent to retrieve something. Anne was so relaxed and carefree she didn't even seem to notice when her daughter snuck a peek, and the lingering glances helped to burn Anne's body into Melanie's mind, to be used as fuel for her imagination later that evening.

So, although it was one-sided, the sexual tension in their little household felt thick by the time Melanie called their next movie night. After ramping up her nightly masturbation and giving herself permission to check out her mom, the prospect of sitting next to her on the couch... maybe even snuggled up together, was tantalizing, if a little nerve-wracking. What if Anne caught a vibe and realized her daughter's growing taboo attraction? Melanie thought she might die of shame if that happened.

On the other hand, what if she was ok with it? What if she welcomed it? It seemed like a longshot, but after all, the subliminals had made Anne much more willing to go with the flow and not worry about what other people thought. Melanie also knew that her mother was attracted to women. But was Melannie even pretty enough to interest a gorgeous sex goddess like her mother even if Anne could get past the deep, dark incest taboo? The questions swirled in Melanie's mind, lighting up her body with arousal and anxiety as her mother hummed to herself in the kitchen, fetching herself a bottle of wine as usual, wearing the thin silky robe she had gotten used to lately.

When Anne returned, Melanie was surprised to see her carrying two wine glasses dangling from her fingers, a conspiratorial grin on her lovely face.

"I know you aren't twenty-one yet, Melly, but it's just you and me here tonight... We can be a little naughty and no one else will have to know, right?" said the foxy older redhead, giving her daughter a sly wink that sent a bolt of pure sexual energy crackling down Melanie's spine.

"I... I won't tell if you won't," said Melanie, her mouth suddenly bone dry as Anne dropped to the couch beside her, her massive breasts shuddering slightly as she took her place.

Anne let out a rich, deep chuckle. "That's the spirit, dear..." she leaned forward and began twisting the corkscrew in, an activity that let her breasts fall slightly forward and jiggle distractingly. Melanie couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic sight. Was her Mom... hitting on her? You could absolutely interpret her words as innocent playfulness. But if you were looking for something more... For instance, if you have been masturbating to her sultry moans for over a week, it was easy to find hidden heat there.

Melanie managed to quickly glance away as her mother finally extracted the cork. Even relaxed as she was, Melanie thought her Mom would notice if she caught her daughter staring directly at her tits and practically drooling. Anne poured out a glass of ruby liquid and held it out to her only daughter, her eyes sparkling and a soft smile on her lips as she said, "Enjoy it, honey! A little taste of the forbidden!"

Melanie couldn't resist running her eyes over her mother's voluptuous form before locking eyes with her once again, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a deep sip.

"Delicious," she breathed. In reality, she thought it tasted like unpleasantly sour old grapes, but right now, the sight of her Mother's happy smile made it taste sweet.

They settled back onto the couch and Melanie started the movie: an old romantic comedy from the early 2000s this time, once again modified by her program to reinforce the same subliminal programming.

"The girls are always so skinny in movies from this time," said Anne wonderingly as she took a sip of her wine.

"I know!" said Melanie. She glanced sideways shyly, her heart thumping a little as she added, "I've always liked women with more... curves."

Anne raised an eyebrow and gave her daughter a naughty grin. "Do you? Mmmm, there is something to be said for a girl with ample... assets. But I don't mind small, delicate women. They're so cute!"

Melanie nervously laughed, her nipples stiffening with sudden sexual urgency inside her bra. Was this just her mother being relaxed enough to discuss sexual preferences with her trusted daughter? Or was it flirtation? Melanie could be described as 'small and delicate' after all. Another green light? Or another coincidence?

As they continued to watch, Anne grew silent, staring raptly at the screen, absorbing the subliminals. And, as she did so, she lifted her feet and placed them, without a word, into her daughter's lap.

Melanie felt her face flush hot as she felt the weight of her mother's lovely feet resting on her.

What the fuck is this supposed to mean?

"Melly, would you mind giving your mother a..." said Anne vaguely, wiggling her feet in her daughter's lap with her eyes still fixed on the screen. Then she blinked, shaking herself a little and turning toward her daughter with a concerned look spreading across her face even through the mild daze. "Oh! I'm sorry, sweetie. I keep forgetting you don't like giving me foot rubs anymore. Let me just..."

She began moving her feet, but this time Melanie reached out and grabbed them, stopping her. Melanine's heart was in her throat as she said, "Ummmm, actually, it's fine, Mom. I don't mind this time." She couldn't help but run a thumb experimentally over the delicate arch of her mother's pale foot. A shiver of sexual anticipation shot through her as Anne gave a light groan of pleasure and flexed her foot into the thumb.

The only reason she had refused to give foot rubs before was because of her foot fetish. Connecting her mother with that context had felt unacceptable and uncomfortable just a few short months ago. But that was no longer an issue, was it? Melanie had firmly settled on a policy of "what my mother doesn't know can't hurt her" as far as sexual attraction went. And it wasn't like she was begging to touch Anne's feet. Her mother was the one who had suggested it.

So, with a moist heat growing between her legs just a few inches beneath her mother's heels, Melanie touched and rubbed all over her mother's lovely, feminine feet, exploring every inch. Anne loved it, closing her eyes and letting out appreciative moans so close to the ones Melanie heard on a nightly basis that her slim young body responded instinctively, her nipples pressing hard against her bra and her pussy throbbing with wet, dirty heat. "Uhhhhhnnnn, yessss, dear," groaned Anne, closing her eyes with a wide, satisfied smile on her plump lips. "Keep going. Riiiiight therrrre, yes! Don't stop!"

It was like all of her dreams were coming true. Melanie's hands were pressing, rubbing, gliding over every inch of a beautiful older woman's feet as she threw her head back in ecstasy, semi-sexual moans puffing out from between her parted lips.

Melanie couldn't take this any longer. She was being too cautious. How could Anne not mean anything by it when she made sounds like this? Even though Melanie loved touching her mother's feet, she needed to take this to the next level. To really test whether her mother's enjoyment was truly innocent and platonic. Her hands began moving up her mom's shapely calves, sliding and groping over her soft skin, sneaking a little higher up her legs every time they ran upwards.

"Mmmm, feels good," murmured Anne, wriggling downward to thrust her legs deeper into Melanie's lap, giving her greater access. Melanie's hands made it up to Anne's thick, creamy thighs, finally squeezing the soft juiciness she had envied for so long. Anne didn't protest even this escalation, just lightly biting her bottom lip as she kept her eyes closed, allowing her daughter's hands to glide all over her thighs.

Melanie felt shaky and flushed with lust. Her Mom was just lying back, relaxing, enjoying the feeling of her daughter's hands on her body. The subliminals meant that Anne wasn't worried or stressed about what Melanie's gripping, teasing hands might mean: she only cared that it felt good. With a dizzying sense of possibility, Melanie felt like she might be able to get away with almost anything right now. In a shaking voice, she whispered, 'You feel really tense, Mom. Turn over. I think you need a... a full-body massage."

Now Anne's eyes opened, hazy and warm with comfort and pleasure. For a second, Melanie was afraid that she would question the bold command, but Anne just gave her a sunny smile and said, "Oh, would you, sweetie? That sounds divine! You spoil me..."

Keeping silent so she didn't ruin the moment, Melanie got up, making room for her mother to turn over on the couch. Her heart nearly stopped as her mother reached down and plucked apart the knot on her silk robe. She unselfconsciously slipped the robe open then off, using one arm to demurely cover her nipples as she tossed it aside. Melanie had one fleeting, panty-moistening glimpse of her Mom's breasts, squishing out around her arm she was using to stay modest, before Anne slumped forward onto the couch face down, pulling her hair to the side to display her pale, lightly-muscled back.

It all happened in an instant, and Melanie was left reeling from the sight. She felt like she wanted to shove a hand down her panties right there. It was the nakedest she could remember ever seeing her sex-bomb of a mother. She felt like she was going to pass out. Anne opened her deep blue eyes and looked up at her daughter expectantly. She must have caught the expression of shock on Melanie's face, because she let out a low, warm chuckle and said, "Oh! Sorry, dear. I've learned a lot about massage over my years of work in the spa industry, and I'm afraid I'm a bit of a purist. A massage with clothes on barely counts."

Melanie laughed nervously, her hands opening and closing compulsively at her sides in unconscious desire to touch her mother's luscious, nearly-naked body. "I forgot. You must have had so many professional massages. I don't know if I'll be able to measure up." She moved forward, her eyes roaming Anne's pale, voluptuous form. Melanie had been distracted by the momentary glimpse of her mother's tits, but now she realized that Anne's round, jiggly ass was almost perfectly displayed in this position, soft and feminine and begging to be squeezed. Melanie had assumed that Anne wore simple granny panties beneath her robes, but she had never been happier to be wrong. A tiny black thong did nothing to hide the magnificent pale globes of her Mom's fat ass.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, dear," said Anne confidently, shifting a little that made her displayed butt wiggle and shake. "Massage isn't just about technique. It's about personal connection as well."

"R-right," said Melanie, unable to take her eyes off her mother's wobbling backside as she straddled Anne's legs. She reached out toward her mother's sexy, naked back, then looked down at the big, plump, tempting ass right in front of her. She gulped. It would make a lot more sense for an innocent, devoted daughter to rub her mother's aching back.. but she couldn't stop picturing how it would feel to sink her fingers deep into the pillowy softness of her Mom's fat butt cheeks.

With a squirming, hot sense of irresistible lust worming its way up from her belly, Melanie threw caution to the wind. Her mom was so relaxed right now she would probably accept anything. Melanie pounced, grabbing two big handfuls of ass and squeezing. God, it felt just as amazing as she had expected. Pillowy and soft, with just enough firmness to feel springy and pliable beneath her grasping hands.

Anne made a noise of mild surprise, turning to look over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Her smile was playful, however, as she said, "Why are we starting so low, sweetie? Typically, massages focus a bit... higher on the body."

"You were just a little stiff here, Mom," said Melanie, unapologetically kneading the thick ass cheeks in her hands as she spoke with an air of confidence.

"Stiff? Am I?' said Anne thoughtfully. "Then she shrugged, lifting her hips a little to present her ass to her baby girl's groping hands. "Well then, I guess you had better get to work, shouldn't you?"

Melanie had to stop herself from grinding horny pussy down into her mother's calves as she palmed and gripped and mauled every plush inch of Anne's magnificent ass. It went on for a long few minutes. Anne began to let out groans and grunts of pleasure, wiggling her butt upward into her daughter's touch.

Melanie couldn't believe her Mom was letting her do this! She pulled the thick cheeks slightly apart, and she could swear that deep in that crevice, she could see just the tiniest hint of pink blushing butthole on either side of the thong. God, she wanted to bury her face in that deep, sweaty crack and get lost for days...

But she knew that, no matter how laid-back her mom was feeling, that would raise some alarm bells. She had already pushed things pretty far. She had better move on to her mother's back before Anne grew suspicious over why her ass needed such a deep and prolonged massage. So Melanie changed tack, leaning forward and letting her lithe young body press against her mother's soft, curvy form, working her hands across the smooth, perfect skin of Anne's naked back.

It wasn't as erotic as fondling her mother's ass, but Melanie still enjoyed working her fingers deep into her mom's muscles, making her groan again in relief and ecstasy, just like she had with the foot rub. Melanie had never felt this close with her mother, even though the moment still buzzed with taboo erotic tension. The feel of Anne's warm skin against her hands was both comforting and arousing. Where was this going? In a few minutes would Anne say thank you, put the robe back on, then slip off to bed? Melanie wasn't sure she could just accept that. She was burning with desire right now, her mother was moaning with satisfaction beneath her, calm and willing and accepting from the warm, relaxed haze of the subliminals. This was Melanie's chance. A chance to take things further, and stop just masturbating alone to the thought of her mom. She was so horny that she could barely think straight, and in that moment, going all the way and converting her mother/daughter relationship to something sexual felt just within her grasp.

"Turn over," she insisted, her voice dripping with sexual greed. "I need to massage your front. Turn over for me, Mom."

"Hmmm?" said Anne beneath her. "Oh... ok, sweetie. Your massage feels soooo good." She wriggled beneath Melanie, turning over slowly but surely. Melanie's heart was in her throat, pulse drumming against every inch of her hot skin. She was about to see...

She took in a gasping breath as her mother finally managed to turn over fully. Her mommy's tits were fucking unbelievable. Some large breasts sagged when released from clothing, but, although Anne's splayed soft and obviously natural against her chest, there still stood firm and round, perfect in every way. Their skin was pale and luminous, with a light dusting of freckles just like her face. And the nipples... her mother's nipples were the best fucking part. They were a cute, rosy pink, with large areolas. A feast for the eyes, just like the rest of her breasts, but that wasn't the best part. The best part was how stiff they were, pointing upward with obvious desire, similar to the tip of Melanie's pinky finger in size. It showed exactly what Melanie had been hoping: that her mother had been just as turned on by the long, teasing massage as she had been. Anne looked up at her daughter with a flushed, lightly embarrassed expression, her lips parted with gasping breaths that lightly heaved her incredible tits up and down.

Melanie could feel her pussy flutter and clench, her whole body on fire with lust. She wanted to lean down and shove her face between those perfect orbs. To lick every inch of them. To trap one of her mother's stiff nipples between her teeth and make her own mother howl with sexual delight. But first... a symbolic act to move them forward into this scary, exciting new sexual frontier. She dipped down to capture her mother in a taboo, incestuous kiss.

And even as Melanie moved forward, she saw, too late, that she had made a mistake. Anne seemed to pull herself out of the sexual haze as she realized what was happening, her eyes growing wide with surprise. She reached up gently with a finger and stopped Melanie's progress. "Sweetie," she said with a shocked giggle, "What are you doing? We can't kiss... I'm your Mommy!"

Melanie instantly flushed bright red. How could she have been so fucking stupid? She had gotten all confused by listening to Anne's masturbation sessions every night. She had made herself so horny and wound up that she had heard and seen what she wanted instead of reality. Of course people moan when they enjoy a massage! That doesn't mean they want to fuck their daughters!

And now... oh God, now her Mom knew exactly how much of a pervert her daughter was. The thought was so earthshatteringly humiliating that Melanie could barely look at Anne anymore. Her mother didn't look angry, she just seemed incredulous and confused. But her look of gentle concern was almost worse. Melanie's Mom didn't see her as a potential sexual partner; she saw her as a confused little girl.

Melanie couldn't bear the weight of that condescending stare anymore. She scrambled up awkwardly, her face in her hands as Anne rose behind her, covering her breasts again with both arms. "Wait, dear," said Anne softly. "I'm not upset, but I think we should talk about this."

But that was the last thing that Melanie wanted to do. She wasn't sure if she wanted to talk to her mother ever again. She rushed to her room and slammed the door behind her, collapsing on the bed. She was sure her relationship with her mother was over at this point. And the worst part was that her body still burned with unfulfilled arousal.

...

Anne rose slowly from the couch, her face troubled as she picked up her discarded robe and slipped it back on.

What exactly had happened there? She had been feeling so good, floating on a cloud of warm, relaxed happiness, loving the feeling of Melanie's loving massage, and then... Her daughter had tried to kiss her?

Anne made her way to her bedroom, her mind whirling. What was Melanie's intention with that attempted kiss? Had she just been caught up in the moment? Anne realized with a twinge of uneasy guilt that she may be partially at fault. She had maybe been a little too enthusiastic with her moans, and she had been the one who insisted that she had to be naked for the massage. She may have sent her poor daughter an unintended message.

And then there were her stiff nipples. Anne plopped down on her bed and ran her hands up over her breasts with a frustrated groan. God, they were still stiff. As much as it made her uncomfortable to admit, she had been getting some sexual stimulation out of Melanie's massage. Not intentionally, of course, but the wine and the feeling of someone's touch on her naked body had combined to turn her on a little, and she had been so relaxed that she hadn't fought back against that reaction.

And that arousal hadn't gone away either. Anne slipped a hand between her legs to feel the wetness building there and shivered from the touch. Mmmm, she needed to find a way to get another deep massage like that, and this time, let it go all the way.

Not from Melly, obviously. Anne was responsible for Melanie, and raising her from a child had raised strong, unshakeable mental walls that would never let her see Melanie in a sexual way.

But from a different young, slim woman, much like Melly, but not her daughter? Anne would be very interested in getting a thorough massage from someone like that. She undid her robe again and began gliding her fingers into and out of her slick pussy while another hand rose to grasp and squeeze her breast.

As she lay back on the bed and spread her thighs wide, giving her hand greater access as she imagined a young, slim, faceless woman rubbing every inch of her curvy, mature body.

But not Melanie... just a woman who looked very, very close to her...

...

Something strange happened as Melanie lay fuming and embarrassed from her devastating mistake. Anne began another wild masturbation session. That wasn't unusual in itself, but what was strange was its intensity. Whatever Melanie's mother was doing to herself tonight, it was rhythmically bumping her bed up against her daughter's wall as Anne's sweet, slutty moans filled the air.

Even more interesting than her unusually passionate self-pleasure was the topic of this evening's dirty talk...

"Yesssss... touch me. Fucking rub those little hands all over me!"

And

"Grab my asss... Oh Goddddd."

And especially

"It's wrong. It's sooo wroooong. But it's s-so fucking HOT!

Melanie joined in, rubbing herself to the sweet sounds, and somewhere in the middle of her third orgasm while listening to her mother's whines and moans of taboo pleasure, her embarrassment over what happened during the massage faded... and a plan began to form in her mind.

Anne might have protested in the moment... but what Melanie was hearing right now proved that, on some level, her Mom was thinking about her daughter the same way Melanie thought about her. Her stiff nipples had been no coincidence. The problem was the stupid, hard-coded incest taboo. Even in the depths of lust, even when the subliminals had told her to forget her worries and stress, Anne's reluctance had still been too strong to overcome.

Melanie's eyes slid over to her computer. Well... if the spark of attraction and lust was already inside her mother, maybe all that she had to do was make some minor adjustments. A little more arousal... a little more willingness to ignore social taboos... with a little push. Anne might be willing to take the plunge.

With her mother's cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears, Melanie sat in front of her computer and got to work.