Mom's My First Pt. 01

Firstly to the editor of this story - neuroparenthetical - thank you for your consistent quality and technical expertise and instruction.

All persons, particularly those having sex, are over eighteen years of age.

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Prologue

My name is Trish. I have wanted to write about the lead up to the first time that I fell in love and the spectacularly beautiful lovemaking that stemmed from it.

Seems normal, yes? It is. The 'who I fell in love with' however, is not.

You see, the first love of my life, my first sexual partner, was my mother.

It happened fifteen years ago just as I turned eighteen. My Dad had left ten years earlier with another woman. I would not have left with Dad for all the money in the world, because he was a violent, irrational and cruel man, who treated Mom and I (as their only child) very badly. To this day, I have no contact with him.

For many years, I lived with Mom as her wife, until she died a few years ago of breast cancer. No one was the wiser. I mean, these days, who questions two women with the same surname on their driver's licence, as being anything other than married.

Chapter 1 - Discovery

When I turned eighteen, Mom was turning thirty-three. Yes, she'd had me when she was very young. Dad was almost seven years older than Mum - so, yes, their relationship had been a big no-no. Mom and I never talked about why she'd carried through with the pregnancy, but I guess I wouldn't be here if she hadn't.

Mom was always open and honest with me - bluntly so, a good deal of the time. She would openly and honestly answer any questions I had, especially about what had happened with Dad and their relationship. Mom had told me that not only had Dad treated her badly, but he had lost interest in her sexually and had found another woman. That extra-marital relationship had developed pretty quickly. She said that he was very unlikely to ever be interested in contacting us, so it was most likely just going to be her and I.

I was equally open and honest with Mom and this allowed us to forge a relationship that could easily be called best friends. We spent a lot of time together and would tell each other everything. I was never afraid to go to Mom with any question or any problem, no matter how silly or embarrassing I thought it was - even ones of a sexual nature.

Sure we fought some times, like good friends do, but we always made up with a hug and a promise for each of us to do better. Our relationship/friendship always felt like it was the most favoured jumper/sweater. It fit exactly how you wanted it to, felt smooth and reliable, and it held you in a way that made you feel safe and welcome.

Mom was a freelance journalist, specialising in social anthropology. She preferred to work from home, but it wasn't always possible. She always did great stories that brought in decent money, so we never really struggled too much for anything. However, it was Mom's philosophy to teach me to wait for the good things in life - like my own computer - and to always choose quality over quantity. I was expected to pay for half of anything I wanted that was over a couple of hundred dollars.

We lived in a good, quiet neighbourhood, so she felt comfortable leaving me alone when she went away on her frequent overnight trips for research, interviews and the like. Mom always felt guilty about them, but I kept telling her that it was OK. I reminded her we lived in a good area and that the house had good locks. I repeatedly proved myself to be responsible, too, though she did always ring at least twice a day - once in the morning and once at night. I was mature for my age, but I was still only a teenager.

I've always been pretty strongly introverted, preferring the company of my books and study over social and sporting activities, and I think that helped put Mom at ease as well. I only had a couple of friends, and even my birthday parties were small. I also didn't have much of an interest in sex,. I was happiest when it was just Mom and I. The age gap wasn't that big, so I was super comfortable having her be my best friend.

My body hasn't changed much at all since then. I am five feet six inches with dark brown hair. I've always been told I'm good-looking; thank goodness I take after Mom instead of Dad. I have perky, thirty-four B breasts, a twenty-inch waist, and slim, thirty-inch hips. My butt is small, but has a real bubble to it. I think it's my best feature.

At eighteen, I had only ever kissed a couple of boys - at their behest, mind - and had never really gotten the special feelings you're supposed to get. Mom always called it a "zing" or "pang." It was actually pretty boring. When I'd told her how disappointing the experiences had been, she'd simply said that my partners and I were inexperienced and clumsy.

Once, I asked if I was gay because I didn't get all hot and sweaty when they kissed me, or even when they were around, Mom's reply was to ask if I was attracted to girls. It was the obvious question, but I didn't have an answer ready. I'd just sort of blurted out my own question without ever having thought much about it before.

I reasoned that my sexual orientation would shape a large part of my life, so, being the detail-oriented bookworm I was, I read about it in some detail. My researched ignited my sexuality. I started to explore myself. I managed to "obtain" one of those rated 'R' magazines that they used to sell in news agents and corner stores. It was one of those typical low-grade ones that had some written stories and showed pictures of both heterosexual and lesbian soft core porn. I was fascinated. I wrote about everything and I mean everything - recording it all - in an electronic diary on my computer.

That's where all of my fantasies went, too. I think my late start is what spurred the variety, the intensity, and even the levels of kink.

Realising that my tendencies weren't towards men, but women, I started to pay particular attention to them when I was out and about. The school showers and the pool were obvious places, but I didn't limit myself. While I did notice some women my own age, I found myself more drawn to the sight of older women, those around Mom's age.

About a month after turning eighteen - almost six months before the end of school - I had my first encounter with another woman.

It happened at school one day after Physical Education - or to some, gym. A girl named Melanie and I had misbehaved and were told that we were to stay behind after school to put all of the equipment away and sweep the gym floor. I didn't really know Melanie, as she mixed with a different group of girls, but she was very good looking. When I realised that we'd be alone together, I planned to take every opportunity to check her out.

That very same day, I had overheard one of my classmates tell another that it was actually her last day at the school, as her family was moving interstate. I figured I could look all I liked and it wouldn't matter if she caught me, because she wouldn't be able to threaten my my pristine reputation by telling anyone at school.

When we had almost finished sweeping the floors, Mrs Clayfield, our rather-too-large teacher, said that she had to go and told us to have a shower and lock the door on our way out. We finished sweeping and moved into the change rooms to get undressed.

I took my time undressing, using every opportunity to check Melanie out. She had a beautiful body, with pendulous breasts that were at least a C cup. She had a curvier figure than mine. I was particularly impressed with the shape of her hips - so impressed, in fact, that I got a little distracted and she caught me staring.

When I looked up, she was looking directly in the eyes and had a big grin on her face. The fact that she couldn't tell anyone that I caught her was irrelevant; I still blushed crimson red. Melanie's grin widened. Turning directly toward me, she asked, bold as brass, "See anything you like?"

I blushed even more and mumbled a response that included a sorry or two and an almost-whispered "yes." All Melanie did was turn and start to walk towards the showers. All I could think as I stood there was, She has a really nice ass.

Entering the shower room, we used adjoining cubicles. I was both embarrassed and very excited. I was just rinsing the shampoo from my hair when Melanie lightly tapped me on the shoulder. I squealed and spun around, causing her to squeal as well. We giggled for a couple of seconds. Then I noticed that Melanie was naked and standing right in front of me. My mouth dropped open a little as I looked at her. "Gawked" is probably a better word for it.

She was smiling as my eyes fell to her breasts, down over her belly, and all the way to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, lying flat against her mons under dripping water. The sight was mesmerising! Her hair was flat against her head and neck, and beads of water were dripping down her body.

My breath seemed to be sucked out of my lungs, by her beauty. She was stunning and I was transported to another dimension, completely lost in her beauty. I felt myself become aroused - starting to get wet. My mind scrolled through a list of possible things that we could do.

All of a sudden, I snapped back to reality and looked up at her. She smiled again, but I couldn't say anything; I was too excited. Melanie looked at me, held her soap out and asked, "Could you wash my back please?"

With more confidence that I felt, I said, "Sure, as long as you wash mine." I wasn't sure where I had gotten the courage to add the last bit, but I was very glad that I did.

Melanie's smile just got bigger. "I'd love to, Trish."

Stepping into the shower with me, Melanie turned around and moved back towards me a little to get a bit of water on her back. I moved to one side and gently reached up with my left hand to part her hair at the back and push it over the front of her shoulders. I started to slowly wash her back from the shoulders down, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin under my hands. I moved towards her to make light contact with the right-hand side of her body.

The light contact of my body, shoulder, side of my left breast, tummy, and hip against her right hand side was so profoundly exciting that I thought I was about to pass out. It was like having a human-sized plasma globe and receiving a mild electric shock at every point that you touched it. My nipples became fully erect, and I could feel my vulva swell and start to throb with pleasure. I felt myself get very wet.

It must have taken me more than a few minutes to get to the small of her back. Now what do I do? I thought. Melanie removed any doubt as she bent forward, slightly, making her buttocks much more pronounced.

I started to wash her buttocks in slow, large, round circles. Bending slightly in the opposite direction to Melanie and keeping the contact between us, from the hip down, I used both hands on her soaped-up cheeks.

As I did that, Melanie let out a very soft, low moan. I took it as a positive sign and moved my hands towards her upper legs. She started to move her left leg slightly wider. On instinct, I moved closer and at the same time slightly parted my legs. That allowed her leg to move between mine. I bent a little further over and started to move my hands down, towards her crotch. While I had no experience, I was fuelled by fantasies that I had constructed for myself.

As I got to the top of her legs, Melanie shuddered. She stood up and turned around, looked directly at me. She had a look of surprise and... something else in there. I couldn't tell exactly what it was. You idiot, I thought to myself, you've gone too far. She's going to scream blue murder and you're going to get in all sorts of trouble.

I blushed and said, in a shaky voice, "Sorry... I'm really sorry."

Melanie's expression changed. She took a step towards me and lifted her hands, gently taking my face in them. Looking me straight in the eyes, she said, "Oh Trish, you have nothing to be sorry about. That was the best back wash I've ever had." She leaned in and lightly kissed me once on the lips.

It was the first time that I had felt anything special from a kiss, and what a series of feelings! It was everything I'd imagined and Mom had named. There was definitely a zing and a pang, but there was also a bang thrown in for good measure. It was the electric shock I had always wanted to feel. Melanie, seeing that I wasn't going to back away, moved in towards me again, kissing me more fully. I responded with equal pressure. Amidst the fireworks was the excited thought of just how soft another women's lips were compared to boys'.

My nipples got so erect and sensitive that they were bordering on being painful, even just from the water flowing over them. It was like they were rockets threatening to blast off the front of my breasts. Again on instinct, while still kissing her, I lifted my hands to Melanie's upper arms and slid them over the top of her shoulders and down her back. I stopped when I got about midway down her back. Moaning with my lips against hers, I gently pulled her towards me. It was at that point that we both simultaneously opened our mouths and, tentatively at first, our tongues touched. We both moaned, and as we did, the full fronts of our bodies came into contact.

All at once, I felt her breasts, her stomach, and the hardness of her pubic bone and they pressed against each other. We both moaned again and pulled each other tighter, kissing as passionately as we knew how. She clearly had some experience kissing girls. Our tongues were frantic, but our bodies moved more gently: seeking a deeper connection that just touch. Melanie put her arms over my shoulders and hugged me tighter, mashing our breasts flat.

I moved my hands down to her hips and pulled hard, feeling my pubic bone grinding against hers. I became desperate for that feeling to continue and reached around further to grab her ass cheeks, pulling them to me. As I did that, Melanie broke contact with my lips, let out a loud moan, and moved her hands straight to my ass to do the same.

I was just about to reach up and touch the first breast belonging to another person when we both heard a banging on the door to the girls change room. We froze. I yelled out the standard response to women present in the room: "Girls changing room occupied."

That's when we both heard the vice principal's voice. "Girls, Mrs Clayfield told me that she had to go and said that you should be finished before I completed my nightly check. Melanie Sanderson, your mother is waiting to pick you up in the school parking lot, so I suggest that you both get a move on and get home. You have three minutes, girls!"

We both yelled our compliance. I didn't want to let go of Melanie, but I did reach over to turn the shower off. As I did, I felt a pair of lips on my right nipple. there is was again, only more intense, Zing, Pang, Bang! I stifled a moan and brought my hands to her head, forcing her further onto me. It felt so incredibly good that my vision blurred with the intense pleasure.

I didn't want to miss out, so I reached around and gently took one of Melanies breasts in my right hand. How different it was. It was spongier than mine, yielding to my gentle massage.

More banging on the door brought Melanie off my nipple in fright. She started to turn and move away to get dry, but I held onto her. When she looked back at me, I said, "I want a turn at that."

She smiled and, taking one of her breasts in her hand, she pointed it at me, saying, "Feel free."

It was something that I had been thinking about doing for a while. I slowly lowered my head and, as I approached her breast, slightly opened my mouth. From between my lips came my tongue, and I lightly touched the very tip of Melanie's nipple. I ran my tongue around it as I continued to move my face towards her breast. Then I opened my mouth even more and took as much of her breast into it as I could. That elicited a moan from Melanie and, as I had done, she moved her hands to the back of my head, forcing me further onto her breast.

Three more loud bangs on the change room door, came next. "Last Warning, girls: get out of the shower and get home!"

We were both shocked into action at that one. As we were hurriedly retrieving and putting on our clothes, I said to Melanie, "I just want you to know that this is the first time I've done anything like this before. I have been thinking about it for a while and hadn't intended on doing anything else other than check you out today. With you leaving, I thought that it would be OK, even if you caught me, but now I wish that you weren't going, because there's so much more that I want us to do."

Melanie just looked at me blankly. Not knowing her at all well, I wasn't really prepared for her reply. She matter-of-factly said, "I've noticed that you've been checking girls out for a few weeks. When I saw that you were going to get in trouble during class, I though I'd try that, too, so I could get you alone and get you into the shower - but if I wasn't going, I wouldn't be here now and this wouldn't have happened. You're not my type Trish. I most likely wouldn't even talk to you, so there wouldn't have been any chance for you to 'try anything else' with me."

Then she just walked out without so much as a backward glance. I was never to see her again.

In some ways I wasn't surprised by what she had said, as we hadn't mixed in the same circles before. Her callousness still left me heartbroken. I retty much cried all the way home. When I got there, I went straight to my room. Mom came in asking if I was OK. All I could do was cry. She asked me if I had been hurt and if I was OK with such a loving tone in her voice that all I could do was to reach up and hug her to me.

After I'd settled down some, I told her that I had kissed another girl and had liked it. I told her the outline of what had happened and how, in the end, I had been immediately dumped.

Mom was really good about it. She said that she was so sorry that it had ended that way and that Melanie wasn't nice at all, and that I didn't deserve it. When Mom said that she had had something similar happen to her with another girl, when she was my age. I was shocked into almost immediate silence. Mom said that I shouldn't be disappointed, and that there were lots of mean-hearted people out there. She said that similar things had happened to her a couple of times after the first time, and that it was one of the hardest things to deal with in life. She also said that I should learn from it. In response to my questions, she said again that it might still be too early to tell if I was a lesbian or not.

I'll always remember that Mom was so gentle and understanding with me that night. She held me and comforted me for the longest time. She was living up to being my favourite jumper.

When she was finally able to settle me down, she told me how proud she was of me. I looked questioningly at her, and she replied that she was proud because I'd been brave enough to seek out what I felt I wanted without being mean - but also because I'd felt confident enough to tell her about it straight away. We hugged again.

Mom left me to myself. I was quiet over dinner, so there wasn't much conversation; I had so many questions swimming about in my head. That night I wrote about ten pages in my diary, describing in detail what Melanie and I got up to, and what I'd been and was feeling before, during and after.

Over the next week or so I was able to accept that Melanie's cruelty hadn't been my fault, and I confirmed to myself that I had really enjoyed the experience in the shower. I wrote that I felt that I was indeed a lesbian. It all went into the diary on my computer, including all of the questions that had naturally arisen from admitting that to myself. I surmised that Mom checked in with me frequently over those few days, was because she noticed me bot being myself.

For the rest of that month, everything was OK. I was back into school and study. A switch had been turned on inside me, however. I had become a more keen observer of other girls and I learned how to steal glances at them without being so obvious. That was especially important during times of nakedness or semi-nakedness.

Mom and I were back to our usual selves, chatting, sharing and spending time together. I pretty much continued to bumble along - that is, until one of Mom's trips away.

Chapter Two - Discovery

Mom was going away for two nights for the first time. It was to happen over a weekend, though. She was to head up into the hills to conduct some research, which included interviewing members of a particular group of people that I thought were religious nuts. They'd recently received some bad press, so the group itself had commissioned her in the hopes that her article would create some positive publicity.

As she was getting ready, she told me that she had left her computer unlocked with her email open. She asked me to regularly check for an email from the group providing final details of where she was to meet them. She wanted me to shut the computer down after I'd passed that information along to her. The group were being very secretive for some silly reason. As far as I was concerned, it was just another example of them being loonies.

I was supposed to check every half an hour until the email arrived and then let her know when she called home. Mom pleaded with me to not misbehave and, being way too protective of an eighteen year old, she asked me to not go out past dark. She told me that she would call me at about eight each night to make sure I was okay, and would also call each morning. I don't think that she was really worried, but it was the first time that she had left me for two nights. She kissed my forehead as she rushed out the door.

I checked her email every half hour as instructed, and passed along the final meeting location details when she rang just after six fifteen.

I was just about to close down Mom's computer when curiosity decided that instead, I would have a bit of a snoop around. I was doing a bit of surfing of some of Mom's favourite sites, when I discovered, way down in a bookmark tree, links to some porn sites. That by itself wasn't too hard to understand. Mom had been alone for so long without going out on more than a couple of dates - and no second ones. I'd always thought they'd just been to placate a particularly persistent guy every now and then.

What shocked me was that the sites were off-beat lesbian ones. I had found my way around net-nanny and had surfed a bit, but I'd never seen anything like them before. A couple were harmless lesbian sites, but then about another three or four were mother/daughter sites. I surfed around those for about an hour, downloading as many images and stories as I could find. The images were making me really horny and I started to play with myself.

I'd never had a problem achieving orgasm, and I was on about my third, when an email notification popped up.

I was about to click to open the mail when the phone rang. I looked over at the clock as I was about to answer the phone and, with a smile, picked it up and said, "Hello, Mom. Are you there and settled in?"

Mom laughed and said, "How did you know that it was me?"

I laughed. "Who else would ring right on eight o'clock?"

We talked for a couple of minutes. Mom asked what I was doing. I told her that I was about to head off to bed as I was quite tired. She asked if I'd turned her computer off. I lied and said yes. The reality was that my interest was peaking, and I was nowhere near stopping surfing Mom's favourite sites. She said OK, and we ended the call.

It wasn't until just after I'd hung up the phone that it occurred to me that Mom might have downloaded some of the images and perhaps other files. I went back to the computer; the new mail window was still in the front. I clicked on the open mail button, and a message from a "Bev" opened.

It was quite difficult to understand. The email appeared to be part of a conversation that had obviously been going on for a while, as there was language that only people who are familiar with each other use. The email didn't have any older portions from previous conversations, so all I could decipher was that this Bev had sent Mom something and she was glad that Mom had hidden it well Most cryptic of all, was that Bev asked what Mom thought of it. That got me really curious to find whatever it was.

I started searching inside Mom's mail folders for other emails from Bev. I couldn't find any and eventually interest in whether Mom had downloaded any images from the lesbian sites, tool over. I went in search of anything she may have downloaded, basically ravaging her computer. It wasn't until the end of a. doc,. jpg and. zip search, that I found the jackpot.

Way down in a false trail of folders was a directory that contained about three hundred images and one Word file. I started at the top of the images and couldn't believe what I saw. They were all lesbian. There were only a few tame ones. Most of them were of pairs of women; one would be in their early twenties while the other was at least ten years older. Some of the duos appeared to have a strong family resemblance.

They were in all sorts of scenarios and positions, but all were lesbian images. Toward the end, there were a series of images that were titled ZZ01. jpg and so on. Those were the ones that really opened my eyes; they were of girls who must have been just eighteen, like me, in lesbian acts with women way more than a few years older than they were. All of them had names printed on the image itself. What was weird was that the pairs of names on each image had the same surname.

I decided to copy the whole directory to a thumb drive. I made the email from Bev unread again, and made sure to copy Mom's login and internet passwords along with the location of the hidden directory. I closed all the programs, shut Mom's computer down and left her office.

I went straight to my bedroom and started my computer, loading the memory stick immediately. I had another, slower look through the images. Some were of things that I hadn't even thought of before, like a large variety of sizes and shapes of dildos, threesomes, and even a few fisting shots. I was as horny as hell and couldn't stop playing with myself. My favourites were the ones of girls of my own age with the older women. I realised that they might have the sort of age difference that Mom and I shared. It was about ten o'clock by the time I was finally able to look away from the images.

That's when I first looked at the single Word file - the file that would change my life forever.

No wonder there was not history in the emails to and from Bev. Mom had cut and paste all of them into the Word file, which was a third of a megabyte - really big for a Word document. The oldest parts started with a few emails from some other women, and I only recognised one name from the four or five that appeared: Mom's. The first email in the document was almost twelve months old. It looked to me as though Mom had been referred around a bit until finally Bev's name appeared, about three months ago.

When I first put together what the emails were about, I was completely shocked. Initially, the subject wasn't discussed in any great detail. Instead, the emails just skirted around it, asking what I first thought were pretty lame questions. That changed as the emails went along, though, and by the twentieth or so, when Bev's name first appeared, lesbian incest was the only topic discussed.

What became clear in the initial emails was that Mom had sought and found a network of women who were having sexual relationships with their daughters or mothers. That's when it hit me. Does Mom want to have a sexual relationship with me?

I shocked myself, when I realised that I wasn't repulsed by the idea. In fact I was flattered, especially given some of the things that Mom had written about me in her emails: how pretty I was, describing me and my body very positively, and saying how much she loved me as her daughter and her best friend.

I kept reading. Mom said that she wanted more. Wow! That's about the point where Bev's emails started.

Totally captivated, I continued to read on. I was concentrating on every word, like a big cat might study a prey.

The first ten or so emails between Mom and Bev included a whole lot of personal, security type questions: what were Mom's bank account details and wanting copies of various forms of identification, with the reason being to ensure that the group wasn't and would continue to not be compromised. Mom had apparently been quite forthcoming and complied with all requests quickly. Overall the stuff in there really opened my eyes to how serious Mom was about this.

Towards the end of the document, which took me well over an hour to read, Bev asked Mom to explain in detail why she thought she and I should become a couple.

Mom's response was a bombshell, confirming to me, her commitment to wanting a sexual relationship. She described that she had had several lesbian relationships and flings, but that all of her fantasies were of me and her. She felt that we were the very best of friends, and, as there was only a fifteen year age difference, we were very close in our thinking, too.

Mom then went on to list all of the reasons she had for us to become lovers. The way she described why she wanted me, how much, and in what way all brought tears to my eyes. My heart almost burst with the love I felt for Mom after reading it all. I was overwhelmed to the point where, even as I was feeling all those feelings, I still couldn't actually believe it was true.

What Bev wrote next really got me excited. She said that she was prepared to guide Mom on how to seduce me, if that's what she wanted, but that Mom would have to make the first move. She also asked Mom how she knew I was a lesbian. Mom told her about Melanie and I, though fell short of declaring she was one-hundred-percent confident.

Mom said that she had cuddled me that night and wanted only to take the pain away. She wanted to replace it with the love she felt for me and to make love to me. Bev cautioned Mom about moving too fast, and said that it had to be done slowly and movement forward only according to how I reacted.

The second-to-last conversation in the file was from just four days before Mom had left on her two night trip. In it, Bev said that she felt confident that Mom could do it, again cautioning her that it could not be rushed.

Bev suggested that the first thing Mom should do was to increase the level of sexuality in the house. She suggested that Mom appear in front of me in progressively less clothing - and of a more sexual nature - and really use her feminine charms to move and position herself in a more sexual manner around me and with me. She could walk from the shower to her room semi-naked, allowing her robes to reveal more and more and that she wear tight and sexy clothing whenever possible. She also mentioned changing the way she touched me, making them super light - the type of touch that elicits tingles.

She advised Mom to observe how I reacted and talk to her about it. Bev promised to help by offering suggestions that had worked for others, but reminded Mom that she may have to adapt them to how she seduced me.

It was all too much - and not just emotionally and intellectually. I had started to play with myself at some point and thought of doing all of the things that I could with another woman, with my Mother. I was very turned on, and it only took me about two minutes to masturbate to the best orgasm of my life. With that video playing in my head, I fell asleep; I dreamt of myself with Mom - of the two of us in an embrace, making love. The dreams were soft and loving and supportive and sweet and gentle and oh-so-hot.

When I woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of the phone beside my bed. I looked at my clock; it was ten thirty. It was a friend asking if I wanted to go to the pool or to the movies. Lying, I said that I didn't feel well and that I'd just stay home and sleep some more.

I lay on the bed for a minute thinking about everything that I had discovered, read, and thought about the previous day. I was overwhelmed by it all over again.

I thought about all the images that Mom had downloaded and how they'd affected me, getting me really hot just thinking about them. I recounted the Word file with all of the cut-and-paste emails in it, particularly the lovely, kind, gentle words that my own mother had written to a complete stranger about me. I of course also thought about the fact that my own mother wanted a sexual relationship with me. That started my engine again, and I picked right back up where I'd left off the night before.

I pictured her five-foot-seven body; her dark brown, naturally wavy hair was usually below shoulder-blade length. I tried to remember the times I had seen her naked, or in a position that could be taken sexually, like bent over in tight shorts or something. Mom's boobs were a B cup, bordering on a C cup, with just the slightest bit of sag - amazing, actually, when you think that she'd breast fed me. She had kept herself fit and in shape, with almost no belly fat. Her butt was bigger than mine, but it fitted in very well with her thirty-five-inch hips.

While thinking about her features, I couldn't help but touch myself. I took both nipples between my fingers and started to massage and tweak them. I replayed what Melanie and I had done in the shower, only with Mom's face where Melanie's had been. I got more excited and moved my right hand down to my pussy, gently rubbing the middle finger the entire length of my slit. My pussy was sopping wet in no time, and as I spread my lips, I felt my labia continue to swell. I moved my finger into contact with my clit; it sent a shiver down my spine, all the way to my toes.

I was imagining Mom taking my nipples in her mouth when I had my first earth-shattering orgasm. Wave after wave of warm pleasure washed through me. I moaned so loudly that I was almost screaming. I imagined Mom licking me as I inserted a finger into my own pussy. When I inserted the second, I pretended they were Mom's fingers. That was enough to trigger my second orgasm. A few minutes later, at the point of my third orgasm, I was imagining myself licking Mom's pussy.

At that point I collapsed. I must have lain there for at least twenty minutes before I could move. When I did move, I noticed that my computer was still on and that the Word file was still open. I figured I must have fallen asleep as soon as I'd had the orgasm the previous night. I got up out of bed, then went and sat down at my desk, naked, and began to read the last exchange in the file.

Mom had written to Bev asking how she got through the lonely nights, before she'd seduced her own daughter. Bev's reply was to send a couple of magazines and to advise Mom to also buy a dildo. Bev wrote that Mom should hide them really well, because they were very descriptive, and if I found them, it would possibly ruin everything.

The last email was a reply to Bev from Mom, saying that she had received the magazines, hiding them safely in the enclosed space under the bottom drawer of her dresser. She also said that she had purchased a dildo to go with her vibrator and hidden them there as well.

I couldn't believe my luck. Seeing that that email had been sent on the day that Mom had left, there wouldn't have been a need for Mom to have changed where they were. I had to check out her hiding spot.

I found everything in a plastic bag, just where Mom had written that it would be. Initially I felt a little guilty sneaking a look. However, it only served to heighten the level of my excitement and the sense of taboo. I took the bag and its contents back to my room.

My heart was going about a hundred miles and hour, doing the Macarena in my chest, until I remembered that Mom wouldn't be back until the following day. I still couldn't fully relax as I opened the bag, looking in to see what was in there. I saw the spines of three magazines and what had to be a dildo. I removed everything and placed it all on my bed.

The dildo was still in its box. It had one long, penis-shaped plastic shaft and one short one with a curl at the end. Turning the box over, I read that the five-inch vibrating dildo was lifelike, that the little one was for rubbing against the clit, and that the device came with batteries. I turned the box back over and stared at it in disbelief.

Mom's vibrator was not in a box. It was a little bigger at six inches. At the base, it had a large, bulbous shape. It felt funny and I sensed a funny smell - one that I would later recognise as latex. I took it in one hand and squeezed it. It was soft on the outside, but had a hard core. I lifted it up to my face and smelled it. The funny smell was stronger, but there was also another smell, not unlike that of my pussy when I had smelt it on my fingers, or in the air when I was horny. I wondered if that could be the faint smell of Mom's pussy left over on the dildo, and that possibility started to get me hot.

I opened a few of the images on my computer. In one of the first images, a woman had a dildo in her mouth. I tried it, and couldn't get much more than four inches in. I realised that it was what it must be like to take a guy's penis into my mouth. I didn't really enjoy that feeling, so I removed it and kept looking through the photos.

The next one that I stopped at had the younger of two women inserting a dildo into the other woman's pussy. That was something I got excited about. I flicked through a series of about twenty photos of the same two. The dildo was in different positions and depth in each woman's pussy.

I felt myself get wetter and wetter, as I moved the toy down to my own pussy. I rubbed it up and down my slit, turning it around and around, until the tip and about half the shaft was wet with my juices. I wondered what it would taste like, so I brought the dildo up to my lips and licked it. It tasted nothing like anything I had ever tasted before, and it was strangely intoxicating. I rubbed the toy around my pussy some more and did it again, liking it even more the second time. Then I took it into my mouth, licking all of the juice off. I remember thinking, I could definitely give head to a dildo with someone else's juice on it - for sure.

Lowering the toy again, I placed the tip at the entrance to my pussy and gently started to push. At first I thought that I was never going to get it in. I was really nervous until I looked at my computer again and saw the looks of ecstasy on the faces of the girls in the photos. That helped me relax. As I was thinking about this being done to me, I felt my pussy loosen enough to let the first inch or so slide in. I couldn't believe how good it felt! As I gently pushed it in and out, I thought of Mom, doing that to me.

I had gotten about half of the toy inside me when I struck my hymen. At first I was shocked into thinking that I'd hurt myself and I panicked a bit. Then I realised what I'd done, and just relaxed, enjoying the feeling of that huge - or so I thought then - vibrator filling me to the brim and bouncing off my hymen.

My fingers started to get a little slippery with my own juices. As I attempted to get a better grip, my hand slipped. I panicked and grabbed the dildo right at the end, just as it started to slip out. Whilst I was enjoying it, I remembered the magazines that I had emptied onto the bed. I moved over to sit on the mattress, licking my juice from the dildo like melting ice cream from a cone.

Picking up the first magazine. It had a plain cover on it, and the only thing that gave away the contents was the fairly obscure title: Mother and their Daughters. There were no pictures or anything on the cover. Inside it was very different. I read out the note from the editor:

"To all the loving mothers and daughters out there, this, our twenty-fifth issue, is the best yet. There have been many success stories in the last few months since issue twenty-four. For those new to the distribution, inside are a number of pictorials of some of those success stories. In the months to come, we have a number of mothers and daughters attempting what can be a difficult but incredibly satisfying and pleasurable transition to a relationship between mother and daughter. To all of those women, we wish you well and we wish success and eternal happiness."

Nice message, I thought. Then I looked at the name at the bottom of the editor's note and saw that it was Bev. It was obvious to me that it was the same Bev that Mom had been corresponding with. At that point it dawned on me that I was starting to have the same feelings for Mom that she had for me. I wasn't fully convinced, however. I wondered if it wasn't just the excitement of the taboo Moment, the stories and pictures and my own vivid imagination. I remember thinking that I needed to take my time with the sheer volume of information and the intense emotions that were bouncing around in my head.

I turned the pages of that and issues twenty-three and twenty-four, scarcely able to believe that there could be so many mother/daughter relationships. The pictorials, of which there were about four or five in each magazine, contained a series of photos of a mother and daughter - both normal shots and ones of them in all manner of sexual positions and scenarios. Accompanying the pictorials was a number of pages of text. Some of the stories told the reader how good it was and how the mother and daughter had been together for a number of years. Some briefly told of how their sexual relationship had started, or of the things that they liked to do to and with each other.

I was stunned. I was convinced was that all of the mothers and daughters were honest and were very much in love, but the pictorial that caught my eye the most was of an eighteen-year-old and her thirty-five-year-old mother. They claimed to be living as lovers inside their house. The photos were extraordinary. I read and reread their story a number of times as I lay there playing with myself.

The daughter was small like me, and her mother was about the same height and build as my Mom. What they got up to was amazing. The daughter had absolutely no pussy hair, and her mother had also shaved herself. They could have been twins. There were photos of them engaged in a sixty-nine, the daughter with her mouth open over her mother's pussy and her mother likewise. That particular series extended into one that had each of them inserting dildos and numerous fingers into each other, ending with them fisting each other.

Until the point where the dildos started to fly in that series of shots, I had largely forgotten Mom's toy. When I saw the first couple of pictures featuring a similar toy, I reached out for mine - well, Mom's - rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips again. That got me really horny. I gently inserted it; having learned how to relax better, it went in more easily. Gliding it in and out of my pussy left me feeling full to the brim, even though it was small. I loved it. What went perfectly with that feeling were the photos of that mother and daughter, shaven and with toys. Thoughts and images of my mother wanting to do those things to me, were constantly playing in my head.

As I read the text and looked at the images, I found out the daughter had taken her own virginity with her mother's dildo. She described that she had been bumping up against her hymen and had simply forced it through. She went on to say that it had made it much more pleasurable for her and more exciting when her mother had seduced her. As soon as I read that, I knew in my heart it was what I was going to do, too.

I walked with the dildo still in me - one of the strangest feelings I had ever felt - into the bathroom and got into the shower. Ours had a fold-down seat in it. I started the water, pointed the rose at the wall, pulled the seat down and then sat.

I was thinking about Mom being in the shower with me as I started to move the toy in and out again. I gradually deepened my strokes. Soon, the vibrator was bouncing off my hymen. I pretended that it was Mom pumping it in and out. I lost track of time, then, but at some point I drew it almost all the way out. Then, putting the palm of my hand across the base of the toy, I jammed it inside of myself.

The vibrator tore through my hymen. I yelped a little, in pain; but it was only temporary. What was even more of a shock, was the intense feelings I had after pushing it into me as far as it would go. I felt the toy hit the neck of what must have been my cervix and go past it into the small space behind.

As there was only a little pain, I just kept still and held the vibrator in the same position. After a minute or so, the pain had died down. I opened my eyes and looked down to my pussy. I realised that I had all but the bulbous end of the six-inch toy in me. It felt really strange having something that far inside me. As I gently started to pull it out, I could feel the remains of my hymen come out with it.

It still hurt a little. When it was fully withdrawn, I saw a small amount of blood on it, washing it under the shower. Next I inserted one, then two fingers into my pussy to see if there was anything left, but all that that served to do was rekindle my interest in having the dildo in me, so back in it went.

That time I inserted it with my left hand. It went in all the way pretty easily. As I moved it in and out, I started to rub my clit with my right hand. Again I started to think of Mom being the one pleasuring me, and before long I came again and again. I was completely exhausted.

I stayed in the shower for about another twenty minutes, sitting near the water with a small, light spray ricocheting off the wall next to me. Gently playing with my labia and occasionally rubbing my clit as well, I made sure to wash the vibrator thoroughly, for fear of being caught and maybe ruining our relationship prospects. I dried myself and, knowing that I should, inserted a tampon before dressing. Packing all of the magazines and dildos back in the bag, I replaced it in Mom's hiding place, just the way I found it.

I went back into my bedroom and turned off my computer. I also hid the memory stick in a place that I knew Mom didn't know about: under the one uncovered and loose piece of carpet in one corner of my room, behind my mirror. I made my bed and only then did I look at my clock. It was already two in the afternoon. That answered the sudden question of why I was so hungry.

I went down to make a late lunch, then ate like I don't think I'd ever eaten before. As I was eating, the enormity of what I had uncovered sank in further: my mother's desired to make me - her own daughter - her lover.

The waves of complexity started to crash down upon me, and I very quickly became swamped by them. I realised that I had to sort out my feelings and bring some sense of order to the confusion that threatened to engulf me, so I did the only thing I knew would make sense out of it: I wrote.

I wrote and wrote and wrote. I wrote every tiny little thought and thread and feeling in my electronic diary. I think the first time that I actually got up was when the phone rang. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was eight in the evening. That meant it was Mom calling, right on time.

We chatted for a minute or two. Lying again, I told her that I had just done some homework and lay about the house all day. Before I knew it I was yawning. I realised that it had been both a physical and mentally challenging day. I was still a little tender from taking my own virginity and the mental effort to process all the feelings bouncing around in my head, had exhausted me. Mom picked it up right away. "I'm worried about you Trish. You sound like you're exhausted. Do you need me to come home? Because I can. I can just go if you want."

Mom sounded so sweet, her genuine concern and love for me as plain as the nose on your face. "Thanks Mom. I'm okay though. There's no need to worry, I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind at the moment."

Mom sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "Are you sure you're okay baby? Can I do anything?"

I was almost overcome by her kindness and I was confident that it wasn't just the concern of a mother, but of someone who genuinely was in love with me. "You're so sweet Mom. Just talking to you has pepped me up quite a bit. You're always so quick to pick up on my moods and feelings... I love that about you, you know. Thanks for everything you do for me Mom. You're always here for me and you're just the best. I'm really okay though. I'll go and I'll see you when you get home tomorrow. I can't wait. Love you Mom."

Mom said she loved me too. She told me to get some sleep and that she'd be home by dinner the next night. As I hung up, I remember thinking that the way we had spoken was as more than just a mother and her daughter. I had meant every word I said and the love I had for Mom right then, warmed me at my core. She had been particularly soft and loving. Too tired to think about it any further, I shut down my computer, went to the toilet, stripped off my clothes, and climbed into bed.

As I lay there going over the events of the last day and a bit in my head, I started once again to get excited. I started to touch myself, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep - in the middle of masturbating, no less! I don't know if that has ever happened to you, but it did to me that night. I slept soundly, accompanied by some really sexy dreams. Not surprisingly, all of them involved me and Mom.

When I woke the next morning, I felt refreshed and surprisingly clear-headed. I was famished though, having missed dinner the previous night. I made a bee-line to the kitchen. Still naked and feeling rather sexy and full of life, I ate what had to be the biggest breakfast of my life. After, I headed to the shower. While I was in there, I realised that my pussy didn't feel sore. Reaching inside with one finger and feeling only a very small amount of discomfort, I reasoned that I mustn't have pushed things too far the previous day.

The rest of the day I tidied up the house, changed and washed the linens, and prepared a lovely meal for Mom's return. In the afternoon I restarted Mom's computer, ensuring that there was no trace of my snooping. On my computer, I reviewed all of the stuff that I had written the previous day. I added some new thoughts and modified a few things I had written.

In essence, it all came down to a couple of things. Firstly, I was pretty much convinced - as close as "fuck" is to swearing - that I was a lesbian. My experiences with boys had not excited me and had not left me with any lingering thoughts or longings. In stark contrast, after my experience with Melanie, I had only thought about girls and women.

Secondly, I wasn't turned off by the idea of Mom and I having sex - but I wasn't completely sold, either. It didn't seem dirty or wrong enough to turn me away from continuing to investigate my feelings. In my eyes Mom was a beautiful woman, able to ooze sex appeal when she wanted to. She was still in terrific shape, and from what I could remember seeing, age had not started playing its dirty little tricks on her yet. She still had a lovely figure, with firm breasts and an ass that was still tight. That part of her anatomy surfaced as my favourite. Whenever I had seen Mom walk in a skirt or from the shower with a towel wrapped around her, there was no big wobble, just the firm cheeks on an ass that you would expect to see on a woman ten years younger.

Thirdly, Mom was, without a shadow of a doubt, my best friend. I could and regularly had told her everything that went on in my life - most importantly, my experience with Melanie. She obviously wasn't telling me everything, but under the circumstances I decided that that was quite understandable.

As I sat back in my chair and turned my computer off, I pondered everything. After asking myself if I could, I realised that having a sexual relationship with my mother was an attractive proposition. I decided, however, that I should take more time to decide whether my feelings would allow us to extend our relationship to a physical level.

By the time I had come to that point, it was five o'clock - time to get ready for Mom's return and to finish preparing our meal. I showered, using my best shampoo and added some perfume, before returning to my bedroom. I found myself staring at the clothes hanging in my cupboard, wondering what Mom would like to see me in, knowing what I knew about her inclinations. Shocking myself, I realised that I wanted to show Mom that I had missed her, to be pretty for her, and possibly intimate that I was available.

I was reassured and emboldened by that realisation. I started to hum lightly to myself with a smile on my face, as I picked a lightweight summer dress that was getting a little on the small side. It had a floral pattern and hugged my body in such a way as to appear mildly sexy. I decided not to wear a bra to ensure that the lines of the dress weren't interrupted. I brushed my hair and put on some light makeup, but made sure to not appear too dolled up. It still felt sort of like I was dressing for a date, though.

Chapter Three - So Close

Mom arrived home, right on time. When I opened the front door for her, I had a beaming smile on my face and my arms raised as if to say, "Ta-dada!"

When she saw me, she was visibly surprised. She looked me up and down briefly, before smiling back. "Wow," she said, "have I come to the right house? Because when I left, I left behind a young lady and now I'm standing before a beautiful woman."

Wanting to impress a little and very much enjoying the compliments, I spun around smiling. "So you like this old thing?"

Mom kicked the door closed behind her and dropped her bags. Taking my hands in hers, she looked at me with hungry eyes. "Oh, honey, I more than like it. It looks wonderful on you and it makes you look just gorgeous." I felt my nipples become a little erect, which really showed up in the dress. Her eyes stayed on them for a couple of seconds before they moved further down again.

She looked and opened her arms. "Come here and give me a big hug. I missed you terribly and I need to make sure that I'm really home, because I'm really tired and hungry." We hugged for a few seconds before Mom moved her head back without letting me go. "What's say we head out for some dinner?"

"Actually," I said, taking Mom by the hand and leading her to the kitchen, "I've cooked dinner, and it's ready right now."

Moms smile grew even brighter. "Oh my! You're just wonderful, Trish."

"About as wonderful as they come!" I said with a good deal of pride in my accomplishment.

We both laughed. Mom let me go, then took her bags to her room and washed up. I set the table and served while she was gone. I was just finishing when she walked back into the dining room. The love behind the smile she gave me made my heart skip a beat. She looked at the table and saw that I had gone the extra mile, with a good tablecloth and even a couple of lit candles.

She came over and hooked her arm around my waist, pulling me to her side. I put my arm around her too and we looked at the setting together. Then Mom turned to me and said, "I can't tell you how much I missed you, and how happy and proud you make me every day." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips saying thank you. The kiss wasn't too long but longer than normal and her lips were really soft. My heart sort of short circuited a bit.

We sat down and ate, chatting with each other long after our meals were done. I asked Mom all about her trip, and the weirdos that she interviewed. We laughed and giggled about lots of things. It was a much deeper conversation than we had ever had - more like those that young lovers have when one comes home from a business trip away. All throughout, I found myself hanging on her every word. A couple of times I was so lost in lustful thoughts that it took a gentle touch of Mom's hand to bring me back to reality.

I also caught her looking at me with similar intensity occasionally, and not just at my eyes. We were both a little embarrassed whenever we got caught, quickly averting our eyes or making stumbling apologies.

In the back of my mind, I wondered if it was just me, or had the love I had for my mother begun changing into me being 'in love' with her? I cautioned myself to ensure that the emotions that came with discovering her intentions, didn't amplify what might have been a growing realisation that I might be falling in love. The answer to the question I kept asking myself, came back each time as an almost resounding... yes!

We did the dishes together, then Mom excused herself, saying that she had to unpack and finish a bit of work. I offered to help her unpack, but she nervously declined. She was obviously hiding something, but it didn't worry me. I knew I'd eventually find out, so I bid her good night and went off to bed. I masturbated twice, then drifted off dreaming tender, loving dreams - dreams of Mom and I, together, as lovers.

For the next few days, the household routine was pretty normal. The conversations, however, were all like the one that we had had at dinner - longer and in-depth. More and more, I felt relaxed and confident about our deepening relationship. We were interacting like we were somewhere between peers and being seriously involved with one another. A number of times a day, I would look at Mom and imagine what she would look like naked. It happened everywhere; while she was working at her desk, vacuum cleaning or even just walking past me in the hall.

Our physical interaction also deepened a little. Mom became a little more affectionate. Meanwhile, my fantasies became more and more vivid and I came to realise that I was indeed falling madly in love with my mom. My feelings were so much deeper and way more intense than I'd ever had before, and I could only describe the sensation as love.

It was all going smoothly until the Friday of that week. I surprised Mom, walking into her office after school. She was concentrating intensely on her computer. She looked up and, panicking a little, quickly turned the screen off, hurrying us both out of the room. I already knew she'd either been surfing porn or reading a new email from Bev. Again, I didn't act concerned or suspicious at all, because I knew I'd find out which it was soon enough.

She quickly made an excuse about having to go do some shopping. As soon as her car was out of the driveway, I went to her computer. Using her login - which I had since committed to memory - I downloaded the latest version of the Word file and recent emails, covering my tracks as I went. I left the computer on, the screen off and even the mouse just where it had been, heading up to my room to upload it all to my own computer.

The email conversation between Mom and Bev had continued. What was there sent shivers down my spine. Mom had relayed her homecoming, painting the very picture that I'd been aiming for: her beautiful, sexy daughter welcoming her home. She told Bev about my nipples becoming erect and how it excited her. She described how the hug and feeling of my breasts pressing against hers made her feel, then relayed how she had kissed me as we'd examined the table.

What she wrote next took my breath away. She told Bev that she felt like we'd interacted as a couple when we'd had dinner. She talked about her feelings of love and closeness, and the very real sense of a developing intimate relationship. She said that she had wanted to make love to me so much right then and there, and it had taken all of her self-control not too. She also said that after having spent a week with me feeling more like my lover than my mother, she felt as though she needed to take the next step. She asked for Bev's advice on how to proceed.

In her reply, Bev reiterated that Mom shouldn't move too fast - that she was at the most delicate point of the process of seducing me.

Little did either of them know that I was about ninety percent there anyway.

Bev told Mom to linger more, in her touch, her looks, her smiles and especially in poses that I would see as her being provocative. She described a few and I knew that if Mom did any of them, I would have trouble resisting the urge myself. Bev wanted Mom to find reasons to touch and kiss me more often - to increasingly make them a larger part of our relationship - like couples did as a matter of course.

Bev reminded Mom again to pay close attention to my reactions and be prepared for progress to be sporadic rather than consistent. Finally, Bev asked Mom to let her know how it was going, and that when Mom and I were ready to go even further, that she would be there for us.

The change in the way that Mom referred to she and I - using "US" - really struck me. Bev had done much the same. It indicated that they considered us a couple already, making our collective desires for a new relationship, all the more real to me.

Mom returned home shortly after I had finished updating my diary and the Word file. We had pizza and sat on the couch. We had been talking for about two hours with the TV volume really low when the conversation turned to sex. Mom wanted to know more about my encounter with Melanie.

So I told Mom everything. I described what she looked like, exactly what we did, and how it made me feel. I told her how Melanie's skin and lips felt, and how I'd loved sucking her nipple - albeit very briefly. I told her how it got me so wet that I almost had an orgasm without touching myself. Throughout my retelling, my nipples were erect and Mom at times couldn't stop herself from looking at them. Hers too were erect most of the time and I thought that I had notice Mom's intimate scent at certain times.

A couple of times I touched Mom on the arm or the thigh, to emphasise a point that was particularly exciting for me. Every time I did that, I could see goosebumps break out across Mom's skin.

Mom asked me if I'd had any other encounters since, and if I still felt the same way about other women. I told her that I had thought long and hard about that very question, and that I was convinced I was a lesbian. I told her that I hadn't found anyone my age that really excited me, that I was happy not to rush anything, but that I was very open to more girl-girl experiences. I was trying to impart my availability and I think it worked. Mom became sort of introspective, so I turned the conversation back to her.

I asked if she'd had any experiences like that when she'd been at school. She said she'd only had one. I acted shocked, asking her all about it for the better part of the next thirty minutes. I wanted all the details, and she spoke honestly about it, to a point. When I asked her if she'd gone down on that girl and if the other girl had gone down on her, Mom just said yes, providing some detail, but not a lot. She did say that it had been very pleasurable.

I asked her whether she had had any experiences since. She didn't really answer fully, saying that she'd not had any relationships of any real worth since Dad had left. When I asked if there was anyone special in her life right then, Mom said that she had been thinking about asking someone out lately, but wouldn't give any details about who it was. Of course I knew it was me, so I encouraged her to go-for-it and ask them out. "You don't want to regret asking them out. Just go for it Mom. You're beautiful, sexy as hell, and are a fantastic person to boot."

Mom blushed and mumbled, "Oh I'm not sure Trish. It might be a little unconventional, so I'm not sure they would say yes."

I took Mom's hands in mine, looking her in the eyes. "I bet she does. She'd be crazy not to." Stopping and straightening a little, as if I was correcting myself, I continued, "Sorry Mom. I'm assuming. Is the person you're talking about a woman?" Mom only nodded in reply, blushing more.

I leaned in a little, getting conspiratorial. "Come on Mom. Tell me who she is. What does she look like? Is she as good looking as you."

Shaking her head, Mom refused to divulge any more information. We giggled a little and moved on. Our conversation finished naturally shortly after that, and we both retired to bed.

I had a very good time in bed that night, knowing that Mom wanted to ask me out. Imagining Mom and the girl from her school days was exciting enough, but in my mind it became the stuff of legend when, I knew it was about me.

I was eager to see how things between us would progress from there.

I woke the next morning to the sound of Mom in the shower. I wondered what Mom's first move would be after the advice she'd received from Bev and after our discussion the previous day. I heard the shower turn off. Still in my nightie, I went and stood at the door to the bathroom. I put my ear to the door so I could hear better; I waited until Mom sounded like she was finishing up, then gently knocked and asked if she was in there. After a little pause, she said that she was almost finished and would be out in a minute.

I leaned on the wall across from the door, putting one foot against the wall and attempting a sexy pose. When it opened, out came Mom. She had her hair tied up in a towel and had on a practically see-through dressing gown, that was only loosely tied. I was able to see lots of skin. She stopped in front of me, said good morning, and lightly kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't help myself; my eyes devoured Mom, stopping at the two dark-shaded, nipple-sized tents at the front of the gown. I mumbled something, and Mom turned and walked towards her bedroom.

For the ten or so steps between me and her doorway, there was a definite sway in her hips - one that kept my gaze glued to her As she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder at me. Noticing that I hadn't moved a muscle, she gave me a big smile as she disappeared into her room.

I was astounded at how far Mom had gone straight away, and felt compelled to respond somehow Not bothering to knock because the door was wide open I entered her room. "Mom?"

"Yes, baby? What's up?" Came Mom's reply in a husky voice.

It was then that I lost the power of speech. Mom was fully naked, facing at right angles to me. She was bent over, pulling on some underwear, and I could see all of her right side, including her breast.

Mom looked over at me and smiled. "What's wrong, honey?"

I mumbled something and left, going to the shower. As I was under the shower, I realised that I had to make a final decision about how far I wanted to allow Mom to take our relationship. When images of Mom's naked breast were the only thing I could think about, I realised that I had really already subconsciously made my decision. All that was left was to decide whether or not I was going to be proactive, or let Mom do all the work in seducing me. I decided to do a little of the former.

When Mom came into the bathroom to blow dry her hair, I turned off the shower and stepped out straight away. Mom had a pair of casual pants on that really showed off her ass, and a T-shirt that stretched tightly across her breasts. She was not wearing a bra. She had just started the dryer and had a perfect view of my naked body reflected in the mirror. I stood still for a second, looking straight at Mom. I saw her eyes taking in every inch. The towel rack was on the other side of her to me, so I took the opportunity to be proactive. I stepped behind Mom and, reaching around her, using her shoulder for balance to take my towel from the rack.

I moved back to a position where I knew Mom could see all of me and started to slowly dry myself. As I was doing that, we started to talk. I told Mom how I loved her clothes and how they showed off her figure. She thanked me and said that she could never hope to compete with someone as beautiful as me. I was a little flustered and could only offer a blush in response.

Things progressed reasonably quickly after that. Mom started to dress in short shorts and cut-off tops around the house, plus wore sexy underwear under her almost-see-through night gown. The nightgown seemed to be about the only one that she used from that point. She also posed around me - very naturally and quite provocatively I might add - far more often. She started to find all sorts of reasons to to touch me.

For my part, I started to wear clothes that sent the same message. I would pose when I knew that Mom was looking and cling to her in an intimate sort of way any chance I got. Touch became a strong part of our shared love language.

In the week and a bit after that started, Mom's communications with Bev became more frequent and more and more positive. Bev congratulated Mom at every turn, neither of them knowing that I was a silent co-conspirator.

It was a couple of weeks later and a couple of days before the end of the school semester that the real turning point came.

I'd been furiously masturbating several times a day, just so I could sate some of the desire that I was feeling toward Mom. It was so sexually frustrating for me, like having my feelings for Mom and sex drive confined to a pressure cooker. I had to let off steam regularly, just so I didn't explode. Knowing that we both wanted to be together while she took it slow - ostensibly for my benefit - was killing me. Sometimes it felt like I was way out in front of Mom, when it came to what I was prepared to do at any point. Nevertheless, I felt that I needed to allow Mom to be the one that made the first move.

The turning point occurred on a Saturday morning. We had just sat down after completing our normal house cleaning etc, when Mom suggested that we go shopping. She said that she had a nice surprise planned. I didn't have any forewarning about what she had planned. I'd been so distracted by our flirting, touching and preening, that I hadn't checked Mom's email for the last couple of days.

We went to the local shopping centre. For a while we just window shopped, but when we passed a lingerie shop, Mom suggested that we go in and have a look. I said that I wasn't really interested in waiting around while she bought underwear, so I would look in the next store. She said that her surprise was for me to get some lingerie, none her. I perked up at that.

We entered the store; Mom immediately shooed the assistant away, saying that she would look after me. She said that I should go into one of the booths, take my clothes off, and get ready to try some things on. As I stripped off in the booth, I became aware that I was a little wet with the potential opportunity I had to display myself naked and/or in lingerie in front of Mom. I intended to burn the memory of whatever I could, into Mom's mind.

Within a few seconds of getting undressed, Mom hung the first two sets of lingerie over the door and asked me to let her know when I was dressed in one. I was in one in a flash, and quietly told her so. Instead of just opening the door and peeking inside, Mom stepped in. I was a little surprised by her bold move, but quickly recovered. Stepping back, I started to show off the set I had on.

It was a pink, floral-embroidered, lace mesh babydoll set. It had boudoir underwear whose light-pink colour was accentuated by embroidered roses in a slightly darker pink. The centre panel of the panties was a solid materiel, while the rest of them, and all of the bra, was semi-transparent.

Mom said that I looked good. Taking me by the shoulders with a feather light touch, she turned me around to face the mirror. She checked the size of the frilly lace bra, then lowered her gaze to check that the panties were also a good size. I bent a little at the hips. Mom's eyes flashed up to look at me before they went down to my butt again. In that time I gave her my best wicked smile.

I was looking at her face in the mirror when she lightly smacked me on the bum. She looked up at me with an equally wicked grin. "Oh, you cheeky little minx," she said.

I just smiled back. "Yes I am. Both of them." We giggled a bit at that like a couple of school girls, bringing a little more of a flush to our cheeks.

Mom said that they would both be fine, but to wait in the change room, because she had an idea for another set. She left the booth. Not knowing how long I had, I quickly undressed and waited for her to return. When she came back, she asked if I was out of the others yet. I could see her feet just outside the door, so instead of just saying yes, I opened it all the way, standing in front of her naked. She didn't say anything; she just stepped into the booth, closing the door behind her.

Mom's face was flushed as she handed me a bralette. It was a crimson red and there was almost nothing of it. Continuing to face her, I put it on, clasping it at the rear. It was basically see-through lace and it just barely covered my areolae. It was a very good fit and looked lovely from where I was standing. My nipples were quite erect, poking small tents in the cups as they gently held each breast perfectly. I adjusted the straps and looked up at Mom.

She was staring at my breasts, seemingly unable to take her eyes off them. I stood for a few seconds before quietly clearing my throat. She jolted a little, coming back to the land of the living. Blushing profusely, she looked me in the eyes and just smiled. Clearly she was either unable to talk or didn't trust herself to.

Rubbing my hand underneath the bra, I asked, "Mom, does this fit properly?"

She reached out and, for the very first time, touched my breast. She ran her finger on the inside of one cup, careful to not touch my nipple. Looking into my eyes, she said, "Hmm. Yeh, I think that's a perfect fit." Mom then held up the panties. "Try these on Trish. They should be the right size." Her voice was shaky.

I took them from her, then turned around to face the mirror. Slowly and deliberately, I lifted one leg and bent over at the hip. I bent even further when I put the other leg in. It wasn't until that point that I realised that Mom had selected high-sided thong panties. I had never even tried anything like them on. I looked up at Mom in the mirror. She was very squarely looking at my ass. I turned around again and straightened myself as I pulled the panties all the way up.

They felt funny, creeping into the crack of my ass and rubbing, very intimately, along my pussy. I looked up at Mom. "What do you think the cheeky ones look like now?" The look on Mom's face was incredible. It was like she was in a trance, and a lustful one at that. I turned around and stuck my ass out little. Then I put on a coy smile and my best girly, cheeky voice. "Do you like them, Mommy?"

She looked down at my ass and then up at me. "Oh my, Trish. I'm not sure it would be possible for you to look any better than in those." Absentmindedly, she extended her right hand, and I felt a single finger run inside the horizontal strap of the panties from left to right. "Perfect," she said, just above a whisper.

I stood and turned to face her again. Looking down, I could see just a couple of pubic hairs extending out the side of the panties. Looking at Mom as innocently as I could, I said, "If I'm going to get these, I might need to shave myself. Would you mind if I did that, Mom?"

Mom's eyes fell to the front of the panties and her mouth came open a little. As her eyes came up to mine again, she had a wicked-looking smile on her face. Still, she dared not raise her voice above a whisper. "Well, I do, sweetie, so I don't see any harm if you do it too. Might be nice to be the same."

I let her continue to look, and we both must have let the rest of the world fall away. We were both startled when a shop assistant knocked on the door, asking if everything was OK.

Mom left the booth while I got out of the lingerie and redressed. She bought all three sets, and we were out the door giggling out of embarrassment, still making like a couple of school girls. It served to lighten the mood a lot, distracting us from an incredibly intense moment.

We kept shopping for another hour or so, laughing and talking like the two best friends we were. When we stopped for a bite to eat and a drink, Mom sprang her real surprise on me.

She told me that a friend had offered to let us stay in her cabin, up in the bush, miles from anywhere. She said that we could go up for up to a week of the school holidays. I was over the moon. I said that I thought it would be a great idea and that it would give us some time to be together, alone, and away from everyone else - especially school and work. She said we would leave in a few days.

The tension during the days before we left was almost unbearable. It was made even worse by the fact that one of Mom's friends arrived the day after our shopping trip. Unbeknownst to me, Mom had organised it before we'd gone shopping. Her friend was going to house sit for us whilst we were away. Frustratingly, we had to act like a 'normal' mother and daughter for a few days, hiding the fact that we were basically a hopelessly randy lesbian couple.

I managed to shave my pussy, and I absolutely loved the feeling and added sensitivity of having bare skin against everything. I gained a new appreciation for soft panties and the additional sensitivity made masturbation much more pleasurable. I was almost constantly wondering what it would be like to feel Mom's face on my bald pussy, and what it might feel like to have my face against hers.

Chapter Four - Frustrating

The day of our trip had finally arrived.

The drive was almost six hours. All through it we'd been chatting and laughing and singing. We'd both found many excuses to touch each other along the way and we'd shared glances as often as we could. At about two o'clock, I'd fallen asleep for about an hour and when I'd woken up, Mom had been staring at me.

I'd asked her what was wrong and she'd smiled a very loving smile. "Nothing baby. I just can't get over how beautiful you look when you're asleep, and even more so when you wake up."

I'd leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Thanks Mom, but I think you're more beautiful." Then I gave her a big kiss on the cheek. For the next half hour, I'd cuddled into her, both of us obviously quite comfortable.

After I had unlocked the front gate, Mom guided the car along the very uneven, almost-two-kilometre-long driveway. We'd finally made it to the cabin.

Whilst not much to look at from the outside, the cabin was surprisingly well-equipped on the inside. It was a two-story place that looked like it really needed significant external work, but it had solar power and normal water. One of the two bedrooms had a double bed while the other had two single beds. The latter was up a small flight of stairs toward the back of the house. The landing overlooked a large combined dining, lounge room, with a TV and a large, open, wood fireplace.

The cabin had to be about twenty-five kilometres from the next-nearest house. After having settled into my room, I stood at the top of the stairs and thought to myself that it would be the perfect place for Mom and I to finally become lovers.

As we moved around and got organised, I could tell that something was bothering Mom. She appeared to have some doubts - last-minute jitters, perhaps. I didn't share those doubts, but instinctively knew that I'd have to tread carefully. Bev's advice to Mom was well suited to me as well.

When we were done, I suggested we take a walk to find the natural spring that Mom's friend had told her about. It was about three hundred meters down a track from the house, in a small depression. Surrounded by trees and shrubs, the spring was about fifteen meters across and up to a meter and a half deep in a couple of spots. I took off one of my shoes and dipped my foot it in the water, surprised to find it quite warm. Mom said that we should come down the next day and go for a swim. I readily agreed.

The sun was starting to go down, so we made our way back to the cabin and made a pasta dish with a side salad for dinner. We sat around the fire, which I lit successfully for the first time, and chatted. At about eight-thirty I said I was tired after travelling and headed off to bed. Once there, I fell straight asleep.

I don't know what it was that woke me up, but as I approached my closed bedroom door, I heard the muffled sounds of what appeared to be two women moaning. Opening the door as quietly as I could, just enough so I could see out with both eyes, the TV came into view.

There was a video playing, and the face of the woman that was currently on the screen was a few years older than Mom's age. Her head was tilted back, clearly in ecstasy. As the camera panned down, I saw her breasts, which she held in both hands. She had her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pulling and twisting them. I couldn't believe it: Mom was watching a porno movie. What's more, I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the camera panned down further, I saw that another woman was going down on her.

The movie shifted to another camera angle - a face shot of the woman between the lady's legs. I quickly realised that the second woman was a lot younger than the first. In fact, she looked to be not much older than I was. The younger woman looked up and said, "Oh, Mom, you have the sweetest tasting pussy in the world."

The picture changed to a side view, and the older woman said, "And Cindy, you are the best pussy eater that a mother could hope for."

I was amazed. Where did Mom get this video? Could this mean that Mom isn't having any more doubts? Na. It couldn't be that simple, could it? Then I heard Mom moan. I'd been too caught up in the movie to notice anything else. I opened the door just enough to slip out of my room. The lounge was under the end of the landing, so I got down on my hands and knees and crawled forward to see Mom.

As I looked down, I saw my own mother reclining on the lounge with nothing on. She was massaging her thirty-four B cup boobs with both hands. I wasn't shocked, but immediately got way more excited. She left one hand on a nipple while running the other hand down to her crotch.

Mom's pussy was shaved bare, and in the light of the movie I could see her extend her index finger into the slit. I immediately saw that her pussy was wet. Adding a second finger, Mom rubbed across her pussy lips and briefly brought her fingers up to her mouth, tasting herself. She continued to rub herself, then gently inserted two fingers into her pussy while she rubbed her clit with her thumb.

Mom's pussy and the area around it was glistening; she was moaning loudly. Her body became tense. I had masturbated enough to realise that she was about to cum. She was keeping pace with the movie. As the moans from the movie got louder, so did she, until she started shuddering. She threw her head back, her body convulsing as she orgasmed.

Mom paused the movie. Taking big ragged breaths, that had slowed only a little, she pressed play and the next scene started. I stopped looking at Mom. As I watched the mother daughter scene from the start, I could see why she liked it. I got super hot as well.

Mom moaned and, looking away from the TV, I saw that she had starting to masturbate again. The women on the screen were undressing each other by then, and they started to fondle each other's breasts. My nipples were rock hard. Reaching into my panties, under my nightie, I felt how wet my pussy had become.

Gently pulling the lips apart, I started to rub the full length of my pussy with one finger. It had long since become a favourite technique of mine. It allowed me to spread my juices around and gently stimulate the general area, engorging my clitoral hood, and allowing my clit to protrude. After I'd get wet and wanton enough, I'd play with my clit directly.

It didn't take long for that to happen. The sight of my mother masturbating naked on the lounge, to a mother-daughter scene on TV, was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. What made it even sexier was imagining us doing that, or all the things that we could do with and to each other, if I'd been down there on the couch with her.

I very much hoped that I would soon be making love to my own mother.

I inserted a finger into my pussy and had to fight hard to stop myself from moaning out loud. I looked at Mom on the lounge. Realising that she still hadn't heard me. I was quite afraid that if I got caught, Mom would run away from any commitment to us, so I crept back to my room. I couldn't get the picture of Mom masturbating to the mother and daughter scene out of my mind. The only safe way for me to male myself cum, was to turn face down, my head in the pillow, pussy raised in the air, being viciously attacked until I orgasmed... twice.

I fell asleep quickly.

The first thought that came into my head when I woke up at six o'clock, was a desperate sexual desire for my own mother. I didn't think about whether it was right or wrong for society; I only knew that it was right for me. I knew that I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe.

I went down to get some breakfast, but stopped to check in on Mom first. When I peeped through the partially open door of her bedroom, she was still asleep. She looked like the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, laying on her side, facing me, with just one arm out of the covers. As I stood there taking in the sight, my wanton feelings only grew stronger.

While I was eating my breakfast, I decided that I would make it easy for Mom to finish seducing me that day. My excitement was tempered somewhat by the doubts she'd seemed to have the day prior; I found myself in the very position that Bev had thought Mom would be in: having to be patient and play it a bit safe. I wondered if Mom had felt as frustrated and impatient as I did. Still, after how far she'd come and how much effort she'd put in, I felt I owed it to her to ensure she felt good and right about everything that happened.

I decided the first thing to do was to ramp up my feminine charms. I went back to my room, took off my nightie, and plain panties, and put one of the lacy bra and panties sets on. Before I headed back down to finish my breakfast, I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was happy that Mom had passed her genes onto me, especially the shape of my butt. My straight, brunette, shoulder-length hair also helped to accentuate my blue eyes.

Mom got up at about seven o'clock, and as she came into the kitchen, I was putting the finishing touches on her breakfast. She was in a short nightie that ended mid thigh. As we said hello to one another, I noticed her looking at me.

I served her breakfast and gave her a good morning hug. I hung on for a little bit longer than usual, giving her a big squeeze. As I walked back to the kitchen bench, I looked back at Mom and saw that she was looking me up and down. When she saw me looking back, she quickly turned her head and started eating her breakfast. Clearly he was still being a bit shy.

I poured a cup of coffee for Mom and a cup of tea for me, then sat back down at the table to watch her as she ate. I looked at her and said, "Seeing as how we are so far away from anyone else, do you think it would be alright if I walked around in my bra and knickers outside and just knickers inside?"

Mom looked me up and down. "I don't think that will be a problem, Trish. You don't mind if I do the same, do you?"

"That would be great, Mom." I said excitedly. "It's just us girls after all."

Smiling, Mom took off her nightie, exposing her beautiful breasts. Returning her smile, I reached behind me and unhooked my lacy bra, unable to take my eyes off her breasts. Taking both of my breasts in my hands, I rubbed where the underwire had been. "I hate wearing bras sometimes. They rub underneath - especially new ones."

Mom could only stare at my hands rubbing my breasts, her mouth agape. Then she realised what she was doing and looked quickly down at her coffee. "Yes.. er, yeh. I know what you mean, dear." I could tell she was struggling to not look at me. As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful her breasts were and how much I wanted to love on them.

After breakfast we did some cleaning around the house and organised the place the way we wanted it. At about ten o'clock, after another cup of tea and coffee, Mom suggested that we go for a swim down at the spring.

"Sounds like a great idea, Mom," I said. I went to get the towels, then met her at the front door. Just as we were about to step outside, I remembered our earlier agreement. "What about our bras?"

"I don't think that we are going to be seen," Mom said rather playfully, "so why don't we forget about the bras outside as well?"

I replied that it was a good idea, and with that, we started off towards the spring.

As we sauntered down the path, I walked up alongside Mom and put my arm around her lower back. "You know what Mom? I love you.. I really love you."

My left breast was rubbing against Mom's arm, and as I spoke, my nipple became erect. I was encouraged and felt wonderful when Mom put her arm around my shoulder. Once she did, our breasts started touching. We both realised it at the same time, looked down at them, then back up at each other.

"I love you too sweetie," she said. She drew me closer, which made our breasts press harder against each other. Then she kissed me on the cheek. The kiss wasn't a lover's, but was much more intimate than one shared by a mother and daughter.

We walked the rest of the way in silence with our breasts and hips touching. I was starting to think that being proactive had been the right choice. I knew I still needed to be cautious, but I was feeling confident.

When we got to the spring, we dropped our towels on the ground, then I turned to Mom. "Would you mind if I had a skinny dip?" I asked her.

Mom blushed a little. "No, not at all Trish. Do you mind if I join in as well?"

I blushed too, a sly little grin spreading across my face. "I'd love that, Mom." I purposely turned away from her to take off my lacy panties. I moved my feet a foot or so apart. Keeping my legs straight, I bent only at the hips, sliding them over my cheeks and down my legs. I was quite purposefully putting my ass and pussy on display.

I rubbed my calf as a ploy to stay bent over for a few more moments. I looked over at Mom and I saw that she was staring straight at my pussy. I straightened a little while still rubbing the inside of my thigh, allowing her a longer look. When I turned around again, our eyes met for just a second, then she quickly looked away.

We both walked into the spring and started to swim around, enjoying the warm water. I playfully splashed Mom and she splashed me back. It quickly turned into a wrestling match whilst trying to tread water. Mom was stronger, forcing me under, but I escaped through her legs. As I swam through, I got a fleeting look at her pussy.

It was the first time I'd seen it; it was beautiful. The two pouty outer lips flared a couple of centimetres, barely hiding the inner ones. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy start to lubricate itself. As I came up on the other side of her, we both laughed and joked that she was still a lot stronger that I was. Our play and raucous laughter continued.

After a few couple minutes, we had stopped wrestling. I playfully said to Mom, "Open your legs, Mom. I want to swim through them." Mom moved to a spot where she could stand on the bottom. I went under the water and turned over, so I was swimming upside-down. As I swam through her legs, I slowed down and got another good look at her pussy. I put my hands on the back of her thighs, just above the knee, and gently pushed myself through.

When I surfaced, Mom said she wanted to try that as well, so I stood on the bottom and spread my legs wide. Mom swam under and turned over as I had. I looked down at her through the water to see her doing exactly as I had done, complete with a long pause to get a good look at my pussy.

When she came up, I said I wanted another go. I swam towards her upside down, and as I looked up, Mom put her face in the water and looked into my eyes. Knowing she was watching, I shifted my gaze to her thighs and pussy. Then I reached out and put my hands on the back of her thighs again, only that time I put them higher up towards her pussy squeezing her legs before pushing through.

That made it Mom's turn again in our improvised game. Much to my delight, she one-upped me again. She didn't shy away from looking at my pussy, and when she put her hands out, she first brushed the inside of my thighs, then placed her hands even higher up the back of them, just below the start of my butt.

I almost lost it at the knees. When she came up, she had a smile on her face - nothing motherly, but rather one of pleasure and passion. I had one more go. As I approached, Mom was again looking at me. We both smiled, and as I brought my hands forward, Mom lowered herself a little in the water. That caused my hands to just brush up against Mom's pussy. I moaned under the water, and the bubbles found their way over Mom's pussy. I put my hands half on and half off her ass cheeks, then pulled myself through.

Mom wanted one more go, too. I did what she did, but didn't bother making it a surprise. I lowered myself down and spread my legs as far as I could before she even got close to me. From the look on her face through the water, she noticed. With a big smile, she got into position between my legs. One of her breasts came up between my thighs and rubbed against my pussy. I moaned underwater again. Despite my pussy being full submerged, I could tell that I was as wet as I could get. My nipples were painfully hard. Mom stopped and she moved her hands to my butt. She took my two butt cheeks in her hands and put her thumbs on the inside of my thighs.

Then, all of a sudden, she let me go and swam away from me. When she came up, Mom didn't look at me and got out of the water straight away. She went up to where her towel was and put her panties on. Fearing that Mom was succumbing to her doubts again, and was retreating from what we both obviously wanted, I also got out of the water. I asked if she wanted to lie down and sunbathe for a while.

Mom was panting and looked to be panicking a little. Without looking at me, she agreed and quickly settled down onto her towel. I put my panties on, too, and we both lay down on our towels about a foot apart. After a few minutes of silence, I started a conversation and in no time, we were talking normally. I purposely didn't talk about what had happened.

A little while later we went back up to the house. Mom said that she was tired and was going for a short nap. I said that I would stay up and probably put a movie on. After selecting a popular movie - one that I had seen before - I put it on and turned it up pretty loud. I crept over to the door to Mom's room. When I put my ear to the door, I could hear her moaning. After only a short time, she called out, "Oh, Trish, yes.. oh, lick me, baby. Lick Mommy's clit."

I was positive that our desire to take each other to bed, would happen. I just hoped that it would be soon.

As I listened, I started to massage my breasts with both hands. I took my nipples between my fingers, squeezing and rubbing them, and then my pussy through my panties. I went up to my room so I could masturbate in silence. I had another couple of earth-shattering climaxes as I thought about all that had happened so far that day. I wanted Mom so badly, but after what had happened during our swim, I knew that I still couldn't push too hard.

I got up and only put on the almost see-through thong panties; the ones I had tried on last at the lingerie shop. I had begun to really enjoy wearing them, because they made me feel so sexy - especially having having the material right up the crack of my arse, and the way they slightly dug into my pussy. They didn't just look good; they felt good. I quickly did my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was really happy that I looked as sexy as I could. That particular pair of panties really highlighted my ass cheeks.

I hoped that what I had planned next would rid Mom of any lingering doubts and grant her the confidence to finally make us a genuine couple.

Chapter Five - Finally

I went back downstairs and started to make a cake from scratch. I stopped at the point where I had all of the ingredients out and the first few mixed. At almost six o'clock, just as the sun was starting to get low in the sky, I heard the toilet flush. Realising that Mom would be out soon, I went back to the kitchen, made two cups of tea, and started mixing the remaining cake ingredients by hand.

Mom came into the kitchen a couple of minutes later. Walking up beside me, she asked why I was baking the cake.

"Because I love you," I replied, "and I want to make you as happy as you can possibly be." I looked at her with my best "I love you" face.

Mom smiled back. "Thank you Trish. I love you, too, darling - more than you can imagine. Come here and give me a hug."

I turned towards Mom with my hands up, showing her the cake mixture that was caked all over my hands. We both realised that only having knickers on meant that our breasts would touch if we hugged. Hesitating for only a couple of seconds, we shrugged and moved towards each other.

With arms outstretched, I hugged Mom, our breasts touching gently. As I put my head on Mom's shoulder, I felt my nipples go very hard and felt hers do the same against them. Mom put her arms around me and held me tightly. We stood there for what had to be almost a minute. Our faces were in the crook of each other's neck, inhaling each other's smell. I for one was in heaven.

Mom relaxed and raised her head. "I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the whole world, and I always will."

I blushed and almost cried. My voice crackled as I struggled to speak."I love you just as much, Mom, and I always will as well."

Mom leant in and kissed me gently. It lasted about as long as a normal kiss, but there was passion behind it. Her lips were so soft against mine, and I felt like Mom wasn't far from acting on the desire she had voiced in her bedroom earlier.

I had Mom sit down and drink her tea while I went back to mixing everything together in the big cake bowl. I could see her sitting at the table in the reflection in the kitchen window. She was no more than three feet away, facing directly at me. For the next five minutes, neither of us said anything. She just sat looking at me, and I kept going with the cake. Then, with a glance over my shoulder, I caught Mom looking at my ass. "How are you doing, Mom?" I asked in a cheeky voice, with a real sexy edge to it.

She didn't shy away, or blush from having been caught. Instead, she just smiled, briefly looking me in the eye, then continued to look at my ass, replying like she was on another planet. "Oh I'm just fine, baby. Just enjoying my coffee... and the rest."

It was time to finalise the deal.

I picked up a spoon, making a move to start filling the baking dish, then 'accidentally' dropped it. I moved away from the bench and thus a little closer to Mom. When squatting down to pick up the spoon, my thong panties dug into me all the more. They rode up between the lips of my pussy. When I stood up, I acted as though I was uncomfortable, wriggling and squirming as if I was trying to get the panties out of the crack in my ass.

I resumed filling the baking dish. When I put it in the oven, I bent at the hips keeping my legs straight, with my ass facing directly at Mom.

Mom's eyes had been fixed on my ass the whole time. I stood and faced her, walking right up to her and turning around - giving her a better and much closer view. I could feel the heat of her gaze on my cheeks, and I remember thinking, Just about there. Bending at my hips only, I looked over my shoulder to put my rear on greater display. "Mom do you think that these panties are too small?"

Mom didn't say anything; she just kept stared at my little butt. I wiggled my ass, pretending to be uncomfortable. "Mom... " I said a little louder. "Do you think that they're too small? Could you check them out, please?" I bent over just a little bit more.

"Er.. Uh.. No, Trish.. Um.. Yes and no." With eyes that were as big as golf balls, she reached out and started to draw the string of the thong from between my ass cheeks. As she hooked two fingers inside my panties near the top, I slowly clenched my cheeks.

Mom was mesmerised. Because of my flex, she had to dig her fingers in a little deeper and harder. Just as she was nearing my anus, I suddenly relaxed my cheeks. That made Mom's two fingers touch my anus, and she came very close to touching my pussy as well before she could catch herself.

No one had ever touched me there. I had never thought of it either. I moaned involuntary as my juices started to flow.

Mom jumped when she realised what she'd done, even though it was accidental. "Oh dear. Oh my god. I haven't hurt you, have I Trish? I'm really sorry, honey." She released the panties, ensuring that they didn't dig back in too much.

"Oh, no, Mom," I said with a good deal of lust in my voice, surprising me. "It didn't hurt at all. In fact that was quite... nice. It was a bit like when I play with myself, and it also reminded me of Melanie." Mom hands had returned to fiddle with the material of my panties, seemingly overcome by lust. She made small adjustments here and there, brushing each cheek of my ass repeatedly with the palm of her hand. "Mmmm, that feels good too, Mom." I leaned back a little and put a little bit of pressure against Mom's hands.

Mom stopped what she was doing, but continued staring directly at my ass. Before she had a chance to do anything else, I stood upright and turned around to face her. With my pussy not more than a foot from her face, and with my panties purposely between the lips of my pussy, I looked down at Mom and asked, "Could you do the front now, Mom? It's quite rough against me... inside there. I'm sorry I have to ask, but I can't do it with my hands covered in cake mix." Mom was a little more confident that time, and I knew we were almost there - that soon I would be making love to my mother.

Mom again put a finger inside either side of the front panel of the panties, gently running them down toward my pussy. Rather than pull her fingers away when she touched my smooth, shaved skin, she moved them even further inside my panties. I couldn't help but close my eyes and let out a low slow moan. Mom's fingers moved to the uppermost part of the folds of my pussy; then, as she moved them lower, she gently brushed against the outer lips.

Mom slowly withdrew her fingers from my panties.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She was looking at me, smiling the same sensual smile she had given me at the spring.

The alarm on the oven beeped at us, bringing us out of our reverie. Mom told me to go and wash my hands and take the cake out of the oven. I placed the cake on a cake stand, then looked at Mom. "Now come over here so I can have a closer look at those panties of yours," she said.

I took two steps over to her. She took me by the hips and turned me around. She brushed her hands across the cheeks of my uncovered ass with such lightness that I could feel goosebumps form all over them, extending to the small of my back, tingling extending all the way up my spine.

She turned me around to face her. Shaking her head, she ran her hand between my thighs and up to the bottom of my pussy, eliciting what felt like millions more goosebumps over ever inch of my incredibly sensitive skin.

"No," she mused, "perhaps these panties are too small. Why don't you turn around and take them off? I don't think that either of us need to wear panties from now on."

I turned around and, without moving any further away from Mom, moved my feet apart, then pulled my panties down slowly, as I had done at the spring earlier. Bending at the hips and keeping my legs straight, I turned my head to look at Mom. She was smiling lustfully, openly ogling my exposed ass and pussy. That same primal desire was in her eyes, but I saw real love there, too.

Mom didn't look away shyly. Instead, she slowly redirected her gaze to what was just in front of her. I had the panties down to my knees as Mom reached out and gently stroked my ass with both hands. "You have beautiful, smooth skin Trish - and we have the same shape rear end."

Moaning lightly, I stopped pulling my panties down. I straightened up, turned around slowly, and moved my hips a little toward her face. That gave Mom a close-up view of my bare pussy, which she openly stared at. She dragged her gaze up my body, then paused at my tits. "And you have wonderful breasts, with gorgeous nipples." She spent a few more moments admiring them, then finally met my eyes with her own.

I could smell my own scent as I felt my pussy get sopping wet. I looked down at Mom; my face, neck and upper chest becoming flushed with excitement. "Mom? Can you help me take these panties off, please? I'm having a little trouble."

Placing her hands on my hips, Mom gently ran them around to my ass, slowly moving them down to where my panties were. She slowly lowered them to my ankles, then ran her hands up the backs of my legs. I started to smell Mom's scent as well.

Mom stood up. We were mere inches away from each other. "I guess that I'll not be needing these any longer," she said, and bent down to remove hers. As she did, her hair brushed my right nipple. It had already been erect, and the fresh contact made it painfully so.

Mom stood fully upright, reached out with one hand, and took my cheek in it. I thought she was going to kiss me then and there, but instead she said, "Why don't you get us a glass of wine each and bring it over next to the fireplace? I'll get something for us to lie down on."

Aaarrgh! I screamed in my head, as Mom turned and walked away. I thought I was going to explode. The excitement and suspense were killing me.

I quickly poured the wine. When I brought it out to the lounge area, Mom was already lying, facing me, on the doona from her bed, which she had spread out in front of the fire. When I first saw her, it stopped me in my tracks. She had turned off the main lights in the lounge room and thrown a couple of scarves over two lamps, making the lighting very romantic.

Her face was so beautiful as she smiled at me. She was a little flushed across her chest as well. Her breasts were magnificent, her waist slim and taut, and her hips flared slightly. I looked at her bald pussy and her slender thighs, salivating like it was to be my first meal in a year.

As my eyes came back up to hers, I saw that she was looking at my breasts. I opened my arms more to give her a better look. She smiled; after a few seconds, she looked further down my torso. I saw her tracing my stomach to my hips and then my shaved pussy. My pussy lips were tight, with no protrusions, so I knew that the gap at the top my my thighs would be clearly displayed by the light from the kitchen behind me.

Mom stared at me for a bit longer. I didn't move, offering her the opportunity to look all she liked. When her eyes came back to mine, her smile had grown three sizes; I'd never seen her face look like that, ever. Her smile was infectious, and I returned the expression as best I could. Walking over to her, and sitting on my heels, I offered her the glass of wine.

Mom sat up, leaning on one arm, and took her glass. We silently toasted each other, clinking glasses, before we both took a large mouthful.

Mom then took my glass and set them both aside. She took my hands in hers and smiled at me. "This is going to be so good, Trish."

She reached out and stroked my face. I was so nervous that I was shaking. Mom moved in closer and gently laid me on a pillow. Hovering over me, she said, "I love you, my darling." Then she took me more firmly in her arms and lowered her head to mine. Just before our lips met, I closed my eyes.

Our first kiss was soft and gentle, and lasted just longer than a normal kiss, testing the water so-to-speak. Our next kiss was more passionate; our lips met more fully. I moved my arms around Mom's neck. As she shifted, the full length of our bodies came into contact. Her skin was so warm and soft against my body. I was lost in the sensational feeling of her breasts pressing against mine. I also felt her thigh move over and in between mine, gently parting them. Then I felt the heat of her pussy against my hip.

That kiss ended, and Mom moved her face back a few inches. I opened my eyes, short of breath. Mom searched my face, looking for any signs of doubt. I had none. "Kiss me again, Mom. Make love to me, and never stop."

Mom moved her head down and we kissed again. We both opened our mouths at the same time, and when our tongues met, I knew that she was the only woman I would ever want to kiss for the rest of my life. It felt totally natural. As we opened our mouths wider, our tongues moving against each other's, I let out an involuntary moan.

Mom moved her right hand from my face, along my arm and then my side, all the way down to my hip. Her feather-light touch brought back all the goosebumps I'd had in the kitchen. She slid it slowly up my back, then back down again, over and over.

My hands came to her face. Cupping it in my palms, I moaned into her mouth, which made her moan back into mine. Mom pulled me even more tightly into her. I felt her hand slide down the side of my neck and across the front of my shoulder, towards my breasts. Desperate for what I'd been fantasising about, to happen, I couldn't help but raise my chest to meet her hand. She slid it between my breasts, then gently cupped the left one. She started to gently massage it, careful to stay away from my hardened nipple.

Then, as though she could read my thoughts, she took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it. I moaned again, writhing from her ministrations. I surrendered to her, opening my thighs. Moving my left hand to her hip, I pulled it to me with some urgency.

She detached her lips from mine and started to kiss and lick my neck. As she shifted her body weight to move on top of me, I opened my legs even more, allowing her to settle between them. It was as if we were made for each other.

My hands went to her side and started moving towards her breasts. I desperately wanted to feel them. Mom wasn't having any of it, though. She stopped my arms and looked at me, smiling softly. "No darling, I want to give you pleasure first. I want you to cum like you never have before... many, many times."

I surrendered again, and my reward was more kisses on my neck and upper chest. She cupped both hands over my breasts as she kissed and licked the soft flesh around then. I encouraged her with panting, desperate calls. "Oh god, Mom, that feels so good. Your tongue is so hot. Please keep going. Suck my nipples. I need you to suck them."

Mom wasn't about to stop. She took one of my nipples into her mouth, suckling and gently biting it. I thought I was going to cum right there. I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy, dribbling towards my ass as I wrapped my open legs around Mom's hips tighter, pulling her hard against me. Her pussy gently touched the top of my mound as I raised my hips. Mom was all over my tits, moaning and groaning as she devoured them.

I felt Mom's weight change. Looking down at her, I saw her looking back at me. A smile came across her face as she started to move down my body, kissing and licking every square inch as she went. She stopped at my navel, and while she was licking around it, I felt her hands move down the inside of my legs to my knees. She gently pushed them further apart, then moved further down towards my pussy.

Detouring around my groin, she started to lick, kiss and gently bite the inside of my legs. I watched her continue moving towards my pussy, switching from one leg to the other. It was driving me nuts, and I tried to move my pussy closer to her mouth. When she started to lick and nibble at the tendon on very top of the inside of my thighs - the ones that strain tight when you open your legs - I almost yelled out in frustration.

Mom looked at my pussy and said, "My! You are wet, aren't you, darling?" She reached out with one hand and gently cupped my pussy, holding her palm against it. The heat of Mom's first touch of my mound was so intense that I had a small orgasm.

I shuddered for a few seconds, moaning and panting as I went. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh I can't believe that." My arms were flat along side me; a fist full of doona in each hand.

As I opened my eyes, I looked up at Mom. "Oh please, Mom. Please, lick my pussy. Fuck me with your tongue! Make me cum, please!"

Mom pulled her hand off me and licked the juices from her palm. She took her thumbs and spread the outer lips of my pussy apart. Then she ran one of her fingers up and down the inside of my pussy lips, just the way I like to do it. Moaning, she said, "Oh Trish, you are really wet." She brought that same finger up to her mouth. "Oh baby. You taste so good - almost good enough to eat."

"Almost?!" I just about cried out.

Just as I opened my mouth to plead with her, she lowered her head to my pussy and licked the full length of it. I shuddered violently as I let out a loud moan, yelping when her tongue passed over my clit. Mom didn't stop licking, moving all over, including either side of my clitoral hood. Then she started to lick towards my clit more directly. After she touched my clit directly with her tongue, it only took about three strokes of Mom's deft tongue before I came.

It was the most amazing orgasm I'd ever had. It hit me so hard and so fast that I thought I was going to black out. My body convulsed wildly as I forced my pussy further into Mom's face. Some of the pressure in the pressure cooker, had started to be released, but I still had a huge head of steam.

Mom just kept licking around my clit. I took my breasts in my hands, pinching the nipples as I felt another orgasm approaching. Mom seemed to know just what to do, because next she gently inserted a finger into my pussy. She started to slowly pump it in and out, then inserted a second finger. I felt the next orgasm starting, telling her I was close. She sucked my clit into her mouth, pumping the fingers she had inside of me faster and faster.

As my second orgasm started, I screamed, calling out, "Oh, oh, Mom, that's it! I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" My body convulsed over and over as the waves of orgasmic pleasure crashed down over me.

Mom kept kissing and gently licking around my pussy, lapping up my juices. She kept her fingers motionless inside me. After a few minutes, I had recovered enough that I could open my eyes and raise my head. As if that was her cue, Mom started gently rotating her fingers inside me and licking me more directly again.

I felt her finger arch toward my front, and for the first time felt an intense pleasure at what seemed to be my very core. I realised that her fingers were rubbing my G spot. I was rocketing towards another climax as Mom started to noisily lick my pussy again. Her tongue flicked in random patterns over my clit, and her fingers did a "come hither" rubbing motion from deep inside me towards the opening of my pussy.

In a matter of a couple of minutes, I came for the third time. I had never gushed before, but I did that time - just a little. Mom made loud slurping noises, licking all of my fluids, then sticking her tongue inside me to get whatever was left inside. She pushed her face hard against my pussy, reaching in as far as she could go with her tongue, then started to move it around and in and out of me.

I was hopelessly lost in orgasmic bliss. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I was seeing stars, and shuddering and moaning completely involuntarily. I put my hands down to pull Mom's head harder towards my pussy. She kept her tongue inside me, and I kept coming.

It was the most amazing, fulfilling moment of my life, and I was desperate to make it last forever.

Mom stayed where she was until my orgasm has subsided and I had let go of her. I looked down as she raised her head. Her face was literally covered in my juices. I pulled her up toward me. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to taste the juices my pussy had left on her face. We kissed passionately, open-mouthed, tongues entwined. I licked the juices off Mom's face in between those kisses, all the time with my legs around her hips, never wanting to let go.

I took Mom's face in my hands, looking deep into her eyes. "Oh my god, Mom, that was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done to me. I love you." Then I kissed her again... and again... and again.

We stayed right there for what seem like a lifetime, but was probably about ten minutes. We were gloriously entangled with each other, and neither wanted to separate.

Finally Mom broke our embrace and reached for our wine glasses. She handed me mine, and I took a big sip. After I put my glass back where it had been, I reached out and took Mom's glass as well, signalling that the intermission was over. "My turn. I want to give you what you gave me." I laid Mom back, moved straight on top of over, and slid in between her legs.

Mom raised her knees up under my arms, as we started to kiss. I felt our pussies come into contact - a kiss shared between two sets of lips Then they both opened up, and her clit rubbed against mine. We both let out a low moan into each other's mouth.

I forced my tongue as far into Mom's mouth as I could, and she greedily sucked on it. Detaching myself, moving to kiss her neck and suck on her ears, my next target was her chest. I wanted to finally get my hands on those beautiful tits and their large, hard nipples. I could feel them against mine. They were bigger, but their additional softness, didn't detract from how exquisite they were... at least in my opinion. I raised my head to look at them.

Taking both breasts in my hands, I was amazed that they felt so soft. As I continued to massage them, I took the nipples in each hand and started to play with them. Flicking the nipples with both thumbs, I greedily said, "I've wanted to get my hands, and mouth, and tongue on these so bad, Mom."

Mom moaned back at me. "Oh that's it, Trish. Squeeze them, darling. Lick them and bite them a little, too." I took one of Mom's nipples in my mouth and started to suck and lick the nipple. Taking turns, I moved back and forth, gently sucking and biting for a good while. I felt like I had a memory of sucking on those nipples, one perhaps from being an infant. The thought tickled me from somewhere deep in my subconscious.

Mom moaned a little harder as I moved my jaw sideways back and forth, rolling her nipple between my teeth. I gave her other one the same treatment and got the same response. Then I felt Mom's hands on my shoulders, gently moving me down.

I had been waiting for that moment for weeks, and I knew I was going to enjoy it. I kissed and licked every part of Mom's body as I moved lower. When I arrived at her bare mound, a feeling of utter desperation overcame me. I felt like I would collapse and die if I didn't taste Mom's juices that very instant. I went straight for her pussy. Starting at the bottom, closest to her puckered rear hole, I licked upwards, parting her pussy lips with my tongue, and tasted her for the first time.

It was how I'd always imagined heaven would taste. It felt like I had always been missing something vital to my survival, my whole life. I moved my hands to part her pussy lips and lifted my head to look at it in focus. Her outer lips were engorged with blood and slick with her juices, mixed with a little of my saliva. Her clit was fully exposed. It was larger than mine; I was intrigued, and reached out with the tip of my tongue to touch it.

As my tongue started to circle Mom's clit, she moaned. She lifted her knees back up to her shoulders, giving me unfettered access to her pussy. I started licking in earnest. I alternated the shape of my tongue from a wide and flat, allowing me to either lick all of Mom's pussy or concentrate on her clit with a pointy tip. I was totally absorbed in her pussy - its taste and texture. I was breathing it in, and it was all I could see and taste. I loved going down on her.

I poked my tongue into Mom's hole and pushed my face as hard against her as I could. My nose rubbed against her clit as my hands gripped her hips, pulling my face into her. That's when I felt Mom's first orgasm arrive. Her canal spasmodically clamped down on my invading tongue as it continued to fuck her. It was lucky that we were so far away from anyone, because she was so loud that the sound would surely have carried to a few houses away. I just kept licking and sucking her. Within a minute, Mom came a second time.

I let instinct take over. As I lifted my face off Mom's pussy and removed my hands from her thighs, I immediately put one finger inside her. I followed it quickly with a second and then a third, all the while pumping slowly. Mom was moaning almost constantly. "Ooohhh.. that feels sooo good. Pump it harder, Trish.. Fuck Mom with your hand."

I moved my left hand to Mom's clit and rubbed it with my thumb. I also started to really pump my fingers into her pussy, watching, as they disappeared and reappeared.

"Oohh yes," she said, still nearly yelling. "Yes.. yes.. Oh fuck.. Oh fuck." Then I did what she'd done to me, curled my fingers upward. That was enough to tip her over the edge again. "Oh fuck, Trish... baby! I'm going to cum!" I looked up at her face, past her very erect nipples and swollen breasts. There, I saw a look of utter elation, and then... orgasm. Mom's pussy clamped down on my fingers, squeezing them together, fluttering as she shook violently. Her hips came off the doona, her head arched back, and her arms flailed in the air. After about fifteen to twenty seconds, her body went completely slack. Her face became totally relaxed and she just lay there, breathing deeply. That's all she did for about a minute, before her eyes slowly opened. Mom had blacked out.

I slowly withdrew my fingers from Mom's pussy. We looked at each other as I licked my fingers clean.

I smiled, thinking that I already knew the answer to the question I was about to ask. "Was that OK, Mom?" I moved up to embrace her again, lying on the doona next to her.

She slowly turned her head toward me. "Oh, Trish.. My wonderful daughter. That was the best sex I've ever had." Mom had watery eyes as she cuddled me to her. As we kissed lightly, I had a wonderful revelation. This is just day two of our holiday, and we have the rest of our lives to do this wonderful thing that we've just done... again and again.'

We cuddled and kissed for another couple of minutes. Then Mom got up, picking up her glass of wine We both drank the rest in silence. I got up and brought the bottle back to our little nest in front of the fire.

Mom raised her glass, saying, "Here's to you, my beautiful daughter. You taste as beautiful as you look."

I giggled and toasted Mom. "And here's to you, my way-more-beautiful mother, whose body I want to worship for the rest of my life."

Glasses clinked and we drank again, then kissed briefly. I lay on my side. Mom stayed sitting on her heels, a somewhat serious look coming over her face. "Trish, can I ask how long you've felt this way about me?"

I flushed profusely - almost from head to toe - and it took me a little bit to respond. "I have been thinking and fantasising about women constantly since my shower with Melanie. I've always thought of you as being a very beautiful woman Mom, but I didn't think about you sexually until recently. I wasn't sure if you were interested in me. It kinda seemed that way some times, over the last couple of months, but I couldn't be positive."

I took another sip, then continued. "That is, until last night. I snuck out while you had that video on." Mom didn't say anything. "When I saw that you were watching a mother and daughter lesbian movie, I got super horny - and when I saw you masturbating on the lounge, I almost came on the spot. I had to sneak back into my room and play with myself."

Mom sat there, blushing a little, but not saying anything. She seemed content to let me say my whole piece.

"I'll be honest, Mom: I also quietly stood outside your room today, after we came back from the spring. I heard you calling out my name. I had to masturbate after that, too. You're all I've been able to think about for the longest time. I know society thinks it's wrong, Mom, but I don't give a fuck what they think. I love you, I want to make love to you, and I want you to make love to me, forever."

Mom looked at me and, with a voice the was filled with lust and longing, said, "Oh, Trish, I feel the same, baby. I've been thinking about making love to you for over a year now. I, too, know what society will think, but I don't care either. As far as I'm concerned, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I never want us to stop."

I was overjoyed, tearing up a little. Mom smiled down at me and lowered herself down to kiss me. We stayed like that for a little while, just kissing, cuddling and drinking the wine.

We lost track of time; the next thing I knew it was eight o'clock and we were still lying on the floor. My stomach gurgled and we both laughed, realising that we hadn't eaten. We got up and, after making our way into the kitchen, both worked to make two omelettes. They were gone almost as soon as they were done.

As I was finishing the dishes, Mom came up and hugged me from behind. Her still naked body felt sensational pressed against me. "I have an idea..." she said with a mischievous little laugh. "Let's have a shower." I was immediately horny, which was probably what she was after. Mom took my hand and led me to the bathroom. As I followed, I couldn't divert my eyes from her ass the whole way.

The shower was a large one, with two roses and a seat at one end. Mom turned the water on and held her hand under it, waited for it to get hot. I leaned in and cuddled her from behind. My arms didn't go around her waist, though; they went straight for her tits. Kissing her back, I sought her nipples, tweaking them. Mom moaned and leaned back into me as I started kissing her neck and shoulder.

The water had warmed sufficiently by then, so Mom turned, kissed me, and drew me under. As our bodies blended into one, the water cascaded over us. I was completely absorbed in the sensations of having Mom in my arms, our tongues entwined as we felt each other's body. Mom's hands came to my ass and she grabbed two handfuls, gripping tightly. I moaned into her mouth, which made her moan back into mine.

Lowering my head, I sought her tits. I took her left one in my mouth while massaging the right. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, nibbling hard. She shivered; I did the same to the right one. Desperate to taste Mom's pussy again, I got on my knees and looked at it, moving in slowly, Mom gently guiding my head. I looked up into her eyes as my mouth arrived, my tongue extending to taste her core.

Mom's shifted her legs to part them a little, and I took the opportunity to latch onto her pussy. I was licking her voraciously as I slid two fingers inside her. Mom's knees buckled; she almost lost her footing

I slid my fingers out and pulled her ass to the front of the seat, spreading her legs at the same time. "Now this is much better."

As my head approached Mom's pussy, her two hands came down. She spread her lips gently. I was already in love with Mom, but as I reached out and gently stroked her labia minor, I fell in love with her pussy. I committed every detail to memory and then bowed my head and paid it homage. I started by gently licking and kissing the outside, slowly making my way toward her clit and vagina. I loved its taste, unable to get enough.

Before long Mom, released her pussy lips. One hand went to her nipple, the other to my head. I was already devouring her again, having reinserted two fingers. Copying her move from earlier, I curled them towards myself Within a few minutes, I felt Mom start to pant more and tense up slightly. "Oh my god, baby," she said. "I'm going to cum. Just keep doing that. Oh fuck me, yes!"

Mom came, and her spasms expelled her juices from her pussy. There wasn't a lot, but it was the nectar of the gods - truly the taste of her core. She shuddered violently as she gripped my head and pulled it to her. I drank, relishing the opportunity, and then kept gently kissing and sucking the whole area.

I kissed my way back up to Mom's face, stopping briefly at her tits, as she was recovering from her orgasm. After a few minutes rest, she sat up and kissed me lightly. Then she looked down my body. "You're so beautiful, Trish - and, as it turns out, very good at making me cum. Thank you, baby."

I thanked her back; she stood and held out a hand to me. I took it and stood up. We got under the shower again. Mom drew me towards her, then started to wash me. First was my hair, then the rest of me, caressing me gently with a soft cloth. I luxuriated in the attention, making a mental note to return the favour, because it felt awesome.

She washed my back last, and as she rinsed me off, I felt her hands cup the cheeks of my ass. "I love your ass, baby. It is just perfect for me."

I moaned. "Mmm, Mom, and your hands are just perfect for it."

Mom reached around and took my hands in hers, raising them above my head and placing them against the wall of the shower. She pressed firmly against them - a clear signal that she wanted me to leave them there. Her hands lovingly caressed their way down my arms to just under my armpits. With a single finger, she lightly traced the outline of my tits. Then she took both of my breasts fully in her hands and started kneading them while tweaking my nipples. It was an amazing experience for me to look down and see someone else's hands and fingers on my tits.

Mom's right hand found its way down my body and cupped my pussy. She slowly extended a finger into my slit, gently sliding it between my lips. As her finger made circles all over my pussy, it would occasionally brush against my clit, making me shudder in pleasure.

Mom's chest pressed against my back as she started to tweak my nipples harder with her left hand. Two fingers of her right hand started to rub either side of my clit. The pressure there gradually got more intense and after only a short time, I was sopping wet.

"Spread your legs, baby," Mom breathed into my ear, "so Mommy can feel your pussy better."

One of Mom's feet moved my ankle almost half a metre away from the other, which made me me bend a little at my hips. As she started to attack my clit directly, she said, "Oh that's it, baby. Open your pussy to me. You are so wet." Occasionally she would dip a finger inside me, but as we got closer to the inevitable, she abandoned that technique and began directly rubbing my clit exclusively, her fingers a blur.

I looked down and, with my arms still above my head on the wall of the shower, witnessed Mom's ministrations. It was like having a dream or an out-of-body experience.

My orgasm arrived suddenly. One minute I was lost in the pleasure of having my mother masturbate for me, and the next it was literally like someone had let off Chinese firecrackers inside me. It started as rapid-fire sparks or pops in my crotch, quickly spreading to my tits and then all over my body. The sensations were sharp spikes of pleasure, while also feeling like all of the liquid in my body was being superheated by my pussy.

I lost control of my knees. Had it not been for Mom standing behind me, I would have collapsed onto the floor. Mom's hand gripped my hip and gently lowered me. Her fingers slowed, but didn't stop. I was shuddering violently, lost in wave after wave of pleasure.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in Mom's lap on the seat, leaning back against her. As the orgasm subsided, I realised that Mom's hand had not stopped what it was doing. Clearly, Mom wanted to give me another orgasm.

She took her time with the second one, stretching the building pleasure over what had to be ten minutes. When my climax arrived, it did so with such intensity that I blacked out for a little bit. When I came to, Mom was holding me, talking softly into my ear and kissing my neck and shoulder.

Almost forty-five minutes after we entered the shower, we both got out. I was thoroughly worn out. After taking the doona into Mom's bedroom - which from that point became our bedroom - we went to bed. We both put on satin camisoles and matching panties. Mom turned me to face away from her and became the big spoon. I fell asleep in less than a minute.

Chapter Six - The Next Day

I woke just after seven o'clock in the morning, still in Mom's embrace. It was the happiest I had ever been in my life and not just because of the love I had for Mom. It the physical as well. Our bodies were gently touching from head to toe, Mom's arms enveloping me, one arm draped over me, the other under my neck. Most comforting of all was the sound and feel of her slow rhythmic breathing.

I thought back over the events of the last few months. My life had changed immensely since Mom had taken the fateful trip, that had led to my snooping around and discovering her desire. I remembered some of the moments where we'd both been teasing each other - when Mom didn't know that I knew. Our lovemaking from the previous night flooded back. I felt no guilt or regret for any of it, only a sense that I had done the right thing for myself, for Mom and for our future.

I slowly and carefully slid out from Mom's embrace, then made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. I was starving.

I walked back into the bedroom with a breakfast tray loaded with eggs on toast, smashed avocado, tomatoes, and an orange juice and fresh coffee for each of us. "Good morning, sleepy head." Mom started to stir as I put the tray down on the floor.

I crawled onto the bed; Mom's eyes opened briefly. We briefly made eye contact, but then she closed hers again. A wide, loving smile spread across her still-sleepy face.

"Good morning, Mom," I said quietly as I crawled under her raised arm. We hugged each other, and I softly kissing her neck, slowly making my way upwards. When our lips met, we began a languid morning make-out session.

Mom's eyes fluttered opened, then more fully. As we looked at each other, she took my face in her two hands and kissed me again, searching my eyes for doubt or fear. "Good morning, my beautiful girl."

I pouted. "Only your beautiful girl? I was kinda hoping for 'beautiful girlfriend,' or 'beautiful lover,' or perhaps 'love of my life.'"

Mom brightened significantly, realising the message I was sending her. Don't worry Mom, I am better than good with what we had done yesterday.

She slowly sat up and cuddled me to her, kissing me softly, breasts pushed together, under camisoles. I felt my nipples become erect, and felt hers do the same. "Let me correct myself," she said. "Good morning, absolute love of my life. I trust you slept well?"

Rarely had I ever smiled more broadly before that moment. "Oh I did, love of my life. I slept beautifully, dreaming only of you." We kissed again before I remembered the breakfast tray on the floor. Breaking our embrace, I retrieved it, and we sat eating breakfast in bed, chatting about nothing in particular for over an hour.

At one point, Mom got a bit quiet. I asked her what was wrong. Her pensive reply was a question. "Are you really okay with what we did yesterday, Trish? It must be a lot for you to deal with, even if you were thinking about it. Can you keep what we've done to yourself? Know that I wanted what happened, but also that we don't have to do that again if you're not comfortable with it."

I took Mom's hands in mine and squeezed them tightly. Then I leaned down and kissed each of them in turn. "Oh, Mom. The only thing you have to worry about with me will be stopping me from making love to you all day every day. I can't tell you how happy I am that we have finally consummated what I have wanted since your last trip..."

I tried to hide my slip-up, but Mom caught it straight away. "What do you mean, since my last trip?" Mom knew me better than anyone else in the world, so she clearly saw that I was trying to hide my mistake. "Spill the beans, young lady."

I knew I was caught, and that Mom would see through any half-baked lie I might try to come up with. "Okay, Mom. I'll tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth."

Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, I went over everything that I had discovered and what I had eventually done to make sure that we ended up as lovers. I thought that I would have been in at least some trouble, but as I recounted those events, Mom actually got more and more relaxed, a bit of blushing notwithstanding. By the end, she was smiling and had a look of intense love all over her face.

"I love you, Mom," I said, "and I meant what I said before about your only problem being keeping me off you. I love you as my mom, as my best friend and as my lover. You're the love of my life."

We kissed gently as lovers forever, holding each other and caressing each other's bodies. Sex was not the end goal.

We eventually got up. Mom made the bed while I took care of the dishes and kitchen. We met back in the lounge room. As I walked in, Mom was standing right where we had made love for the first time the night before. I blushed, remembering the pleasure given and received.

We both cuddled a little while still standing, kissing lightly, but passionately.

"Want to go for a swim, baby?" Mom asked.

"Mmm! That's a great idea Mom." I immediately shed my camisole.

Mom gave me a big smile, then took hers off, and dropped her panties, too. I returned her smile and did the same. After grabbing a blanket, a couple of towels and some drinks and snacks, we headed down to the spring.

As we walked, we held hands. I remember thinking, I love holding the hand of my first girlfriend. I love that we made such passionate love last night; That I slept in her arms; and that I woke embraced by her and am now walking naked with her. Several times, we leaned over and kissed the other.

After we arrived, Mom spread the blanket and I placed a small backpack atop it. Then I moved around behind her and, when she was bent down, smacked her ass. It was a pretty hard smack, and the loud crack was closely followed by Mom's squeal. She stood and spun on me, but I had already made for the safety of the water, laughing loudly as I ran.

Mom chased me into the water, yelling, "Why you!"

She caught up to me and brought me down. I was still laughing as I fell under. We both came up for air at the same time. Mom grabbed me. I was unable to resist, as I was laughing so hard. She moved us towards shallow water. Once my hips got above the waterline, Mom grabbed me and spun me around, smacking me a few times, though nowhere near as hard as I had smacked her. Things settled quickly after that, and we relaxed and enjoyed the warm water. It was shaping up to be a warm, sunny day.

After a relatively short period of time, I found myself getting extremely horny. Flashes of our lovemaking from the previous night rushed over me. My nipples got super hard and I felt my pussy leaking. I was floating on my back, and when I came upright, I turned to Mom, who was facing away from me, standing in chest-high water. A new, horny part of my personality took over, and, as if in a trance, I ducked under the water.

As I swam toward Mom, I could see her perfect ass in front of me. I went down to the same depth as her knees, and as I came within arms reach, I took the back of each knee in a hand and moved them outward. Mom spread her legs as she'd done for me the day before.

I turned over, moved my head between Mom's legs, and looked up. She lowered her face into the water to see mine smiling back at her. I turned my attention to her pussy and moved my mouth directly to it. Mom squatted down a little as I extended my tongue, and I licked the full length of her pussy. Then I put my mouth over it completely and licked again. I could faintly hear a moan as Mom's hands came to my head, drawing me against her.

I could only faintly taste Mom's juices. I started running out of air, but the desperation I felt was for her flavour, was eventually overridden by my need for oxygen. I detached my face from her pussy and surfaced in front of her. It took me a second or two to catch my breath, which was immediately taken away again when Mom's mouth descended on mine.

We kissed deeply, our passion rising very quickly. Luckily we didn't have to shed any clothes. I took control and guided Mom to the blanket. As she lay on her back, she wrapped her legs around my hips. I groaned into her mouth, surfacing only briefly. "I have to taste your pussy again, Mom." I lowered myself to her neck, kissing it, and then, briefly, her glorious tits and rock hard nipples.

We were both moaning and gripping each other frantically in a desperate display of our desire. I dived directly into Mom's pussy. She spread her legs and lifted her feet off the ground, giving me better access.

I attacked her sopping wet pussy with gusto, gaining strength from her juices and moans of encouragement. I brought my hands under her arse cheeks and lifted her crotch into my face, mashing my lips into her vulva. I looked up at the ecstasy on Mom's face. She was all I could see, taste, and smell, and I was in heaven.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to crash over her. I kept going, inserting two fingers inside her, gently circling and pressing against her G Spot. I felt a flurry of soft contractions at the start of her second orgasm, which arrived only a few minutes later. Mom groaned loudly. Then there was a series of vaginal convulsions that strongly gripped my fingers. They also squeezed a sizeable amount of liquid, which I dutifully lapped up.

The convulsions led to involuntary shaking and spasms across Mom's entire body. Those went on for about a minute, gradually becoming less frequent and intense.

Mom's eyes were closed. Her mouth was open and her breathing was still quite heavy. I ascended her body, stopping briefly to take a nipple between my lips. Gently suckling on it elicited a high pitched moan from Mom. Her hands came to my head, drawing it away from her breast. Panting, she said, "Oh, too sensitive, Trish."

I had a big grin on my face as it hovered over hers. My hair was still wet and as it draped down, small droplets occasionally fell onto Mom. She sensed my breath, smiled, and opened her eyes. It took a few seconds for her to focus, and when she did, her smile broadened. "Oh my god. That was about the best orgasm I think I've ever had, baby. That was so intense. Thank you, sweetheart." I was in awe of how good it felt to give Mom an orgasm like that. I couldn't stop smiling at her.

Mom drew my face down to hers, kissing me gently but deeply, our tongues caressing each other's. We cuddled and kissed for a while. Mom kept me on top of her, with her legs wrapped around my waist.

When she had recovered, I could feel our passion rising, and I sensed that she wanted to return the favour.

Mom started kissing my neck; I instinctively craned to give her better access. She had me by the hips and manoeuvred me up until my breasts came level with her mouth. She began suckling on my tits, taking turns.

Then she motioned me further up her body, which came as a surprise. I had thought she would flip me on my back and make love to me that way. However, as my hips came level with her face, Mom moved her arms between my legs. I looked down, and all I could see of Mom was her head as I felt her kissing and suckling on my abdomen.

Mom moved me up just a little more. While still looking up at me, she pulled my hips down until my pussy landed on her face. I was enthralled. I felt her nose rub against my clit as her tongue licked my pussy lips, encouraging my flower to open. I groaned loudly as I felt her tongue enter my pussy and begin slowly lapping at the insides.

My hips lowered further as Mom took firmer hold of my arse cheeks, moving me down even more as her head came up. She brought her mouth to my clit and I almost doubled over in pleasure. Raising myself up just a little, I continued to look at Mom. She was looking straight back at me. I wanted to see more, so I brought my hands to my pussy and parted the lips.

Mom smiled as her tongue flicked repeatedly across my clit. I shuddered uncontrollably. The sensations, mixed with the visual of my clit being attacked by my mother's tongue, was just too much.

My orgasm started as an intensely warm feeling within what felt like my uterus. Pulses of energy emanated throughout my pussy and outward through my tits to my nipples, up my spine to the base of my skull, and into my brain. Heat followed - a glorious heat that set all of my senses and nerves on end. I sat upright, my head flying skyward as I groaned like a primitive woman or wolf. Wave after wave of pleasure came over me. Mom never stopped licking me.

I started to grind my pussy into her face, chasing the diminishing waves of pleasure. She moaned into me as I pushed my full weight down upon her tongue and lips, grinding in a desperate chase for pleasure.

Another orgasm followed less than a minute after the first one - shorter in duration, but even more intense. Another two followed over the next few minutes. Never in my short life had I known such pleasure possible, let alone experienced it.

I was completely exhausted, collapsing forward onto my elbows as Mom gently licked up all of my juices. She slowly detached her face from my groin. In a way, I was relieved. I wasn't sure that I could have taken another orgasm.

Mom moved us together, bringing me into her loving embrace, holding me firmly against her. We kissed ever so gently. I stopped her from doing anything, holding her face as I cleaned it with my tongue, as if to say thank you. I tasted my juices on her lips, nose, cheeks, and neck.

I think we both slept. I'm not sure for how long, but I sensed that the air was a little cooler when I woke. The sun had been replaced by light clouds and a gentle breeze that took the heat out of the air.

Mom opened her eyes, smiling. "Hey there." I smiled back at her. Taking my cheeks in her hands, she continued. "I don't think that I need to ask if you enjoyed that, but I have to say that it was easily the most intense sexual experience of my life."

She kissed me lightly. "Thank you, Trish," she said. "Thank you for giving yourself over to me so openly and with complete trust. I love you more now than I have ever loved anyone in all my life. I hope we can do this for a very long, long time."

Mom started to cry then. I brought my hands up to her face and kissed her tenderly, but with all the passion I could muster. I had tears in my eyes, too. "Oh, Mom," I said, "I can't think of anything better than doing this for the rest of my life. There is no one that I could ever love more than you.. and as for what you just did to me: I have never felt that much pleasure, and I want more."

We lay on the rug, naked, in post-coital bliss, until the air cooled sufficiently for us to both notice. We got up and made for the house, holding each other the whole way. After eating some lunch, Mom suggested that we have a nap. I think that we were both too tired to make love again.

Before I knew it, the sun was low and I was laying in the bed by myself. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen. When I came out in a pair of satin boxers and slip, I saw Mom preparing dinner. She had been cooking a roast lamb and had just taken it out to rest. I jumped in to help straight away. We both knew what to do and we worked like we were each an extension of the other. We didn't need to speak; we always knew what needed to be done next. At one stage, I was about to need a knife to cut the meat, and as I turned my head to see where the drawer was, Mom's hand appeared next to me with a knife in it. I thought, This is what it must feel like to be a married couple.

A big grin came across my face. After pouring two glasses of Merlot and handing one to Mom, she asked why I was smiling. I chuckled and said, "Ever since I came into the kitchen - by the way, thank you for letting me sleep so long, because I was very worn out - I noticed that we just gel, here and around the house."

I took a sip of the wine. Mom had stopped what she was doing. I looked deeply into her eyes. "I feel, to my very core, that we're a couple, Mom... in every way. And that makes me the happiest I've ever been. So that's why I'm smiling: because everything you do makes me very very happy... to be your daughter, to be your lover, to be one half of us as a couple."

At that point, something very deep within me burst to the surface. Mom clearly saw that I was processing something. She didn't say anything. She moved slowly around me, serving the meal and put it on the dining table, just outside the kitchen.

Coming back in, Mom picked up the bottle of wine and lightly touched my arm, bringing me out of my trance. Her fingers lightly traced a trail from my elbow down to my hand, taking it and moving me gently toward the table.

I moved like I was a zombie or something. I was still processing what had come out of my mouth as I sat down. It had come out like I'd said it a million times before. It felt as natural to me as breathing. "I'm in love with you, Mom."

I glanced over at her, only to see her knowing, motherly smile. "Welcome to the party, Trish. I'm in love with you as well."

We ate and then just lazed about for the rest of the night, reading on the couch together. We were in no rush to do anything. I'd had a couple of glasses of wine and, not being that experienced, fell asleep with my head in Mom's lap. She gently woke me at what had to be ten o'clock, and we wandered into bed. We were both exhausted, and all I remember is once again being enveloped in Mom's arms.

Chapter Seven - Better Every Day

The next morning, the smell of pancakes drew me towards consciousness. They were accompanied by honey, berries and some cream, and a steaming cup of tea. It was all sitting on a tray held by Mom, who looked radiant in a short satin nightie.

I sat up so she could set the tray down in my lap. She looked at me with gentle, loving smile on her face. "Morning, absolute love of my life," she said. "It's nine o'clock. In about thirty minutes, I'd like to go for one of the walks in the national forest. What do you think?"

I nodded, and managed to smile despite my mouth already being full of pancakes.

About forty minutes later, we walked out of the house, because there is a bare minimum a girl must do before engaging the world.

I had showered quickly, then quickly done my hair up in a single pony tail. Dressing to show off my assets, I had selected a white sports top that was a size too small. Wanting to make a real statement, I picked a pair of black, full-length leggings - the ones that were designed to lift and accentuate my butt, which they did very nicely. I had spritzed on my favourite perfume and done my teeth, then added just a little blush and some mascara. It was my casual, I'm-just-going-for-a-walk best.

As I walked into the kitchen, I almost bumped into the table, Mom was dressed very similarly to me. The big difference was that she wore bright pink yoga shorts that fiercely hugged the crack of her arse. "Ready." I said, my eyes glued to her arse like a moth to the flame. When she turned to face me, my mouth fell open, kinda like when cartoon characters jaws drop to the ground.

Mom's shorts must have been at least two sizes too small, because the very thin materiel showed almost every detail of her pussy. She clearly didn't have any panties on, as she had a perfect cameltoe, plain as the nose on your face. About all I couldn't see were the few freckles I had noticed the first time we'd made love.

With a voice that broke like a pubescent boy's, I said, "Oh my god, Mum. You're gorgeous! How is it that you weren't snatched up years ago?"

I noticed that Mom was doing her own share of ogling. Her eyes were locked on my very obvious nipples, which were trying their darnedest to tear through my top. She cleared her throat. "Well I don't think I look anywhere near as good as you do, Trish... my love... my daughter." She licked her lips, much like a predator might upon seeing a tasty meal. "I haven't been snatched up, because I've been waiting for you to become the woman you are. I was hoping that you'd see me and my love for you for what it actually is. I'm very relieved that you have, because I'm now the happiest woman in the world."

We moved toward each other. Our hug and gentle caresses were expressions of our love and affection. We slowly drew our heads back, our lips joining for a soft, sensual kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Mom took my hand. "Let's get going eh?"

We set off, leaving the house block by a gate in the back fence, three hundred meters in the opposite direction from the spring. We had to walk a skinny path a few hundred meters before meeting the walking track. Mom had selected the walk from a bunch of pamphlets in the house. The trail was described as a moderate walk with spectacular views.

The first kilometre or so was flat, with only a couple of minor undulations, giving us a good opportunity to warm up. The track was wide enough for us to walk side by side, which we did, hand in hand, as two lovers should. Mom and I chatted about this and that, exchanged occasional compliments, laughed at all sorts of things, and squeezed each other's hands every now and then to emphasise a point or provide reassurance.

As the slope steepened, the track also narrowed, forcing us into single file. Our hands eventually had to part. It initially felt like I had lost a piece of my soul, or that the capacity of my lungs had been halved, but those feelings may have also had something to do with the fact that Mom was walking in front of me. My view of her arse cheeks working from side to side as she went up hill, jiggling slightly in the most lusciously, enticing way, had me mesmerised.

Every now and then Mom would look over her shoulder, catching me drooling over her body. She would either smile or laugh. She would accentuate the sway of her hips, every time she caught me - once even pulling her shorts up further. When she did that, I laughed and smacked her behind, causing her to yelp excitedly and giggle for what had to be a hundred metres. Watching Mom walk so seductively got me really horny.

Following the sign to the first observation point, we turned and walked about fifty metres through bushes dense enough to reduce our vision to less than ten metres.

The observation point was just outside the line of the dense bushes, surprising us. It was at the head of a symmetrically shaped, two-or-three-kilometre-long valley. It was lush with flora and fauna, offering up myriad stunning views. We were also treated to a cacophony of bird noise, inviting us to pause and absorb the vista.

Mom drew me to her as we admired the beauty laid bare in front of us. Moving behind me, she continued to cuddle me, pointing out a couple of things with an arm over my shoulder. Then she paused. When she spoke again, her voice was soft and husky. "Hey. Do you know what this beautiful valley reminds me of?"

I shook my head, but she didn't speak. Instead, I felt her left hand drop from my waist to the front of my leggings. "This," she whispered into my ear. Her middle finger gently rubbed my pussy through my leggings.

The muscles in my lower abdomen spasmed uncontrollably, forcing air from my lungs in a low, quiet moan. Mom held me upright and continued to lightly caress me, adding another finger. "Perfect valley, and its perfect match." I moved my hand to cover hers, but she whispered, "No baby. Just me."

Removing my hand, I was a little surprised when Mom withdrew hers, too. She held my abdomen for a few seconds as my breathing started to slow a little. Then she let me go altogether. When I turned to face her, she had a look of unbridled lust on her face for a few seconds; then it just disappeared, and she turned and walked away.

I was left alone, wondering what was going on. Still breathing a little raggedly with super hard nipples and the beginning of a wet spot in the front of my pants, I called out, "Are you kidding me, baby?! Are you just going to walk away?"

I heard a laugh in reply before she called back to me. "I love it when you call me 'baby.'" I could tell that she was still walking away, so I scampered after her.

Mom started laughing as she heard me approach. By the time I caught up to her, we were back at the junction with the main track. I grabbed her at the hips, digging my nails into her arse cheeks, which stopped her. I pulled her back towards me and kissed the nape of her neck. "I want to go back," I said wantonly. My left hand found her left breast. Its nipple hardened when I pinched it.

Mom groaned, pressing her left hand over mine and pushing her arse back into my right hand. She turned her head and we kissed passionately, both of us moaning into each other's mouths. I could clearly smell the scent of her arousal, something I had quickly come to recognise and lust after.

Just as I thought we would break from the walk and head back to the house, Mom straightened, detaching from my grip. We were still kissing as she turned to face me. After gently forcing us apart, she smiled while breathing heavily. "Not yet, my love. We have to keep going. There's at least one other observation point that I want to see."

I groaned in exasperation. "Fine." We reached for each other's hand and set off again. Just as well we didn't continue, because a couple of guys came into view, walking in the other direction, just as we turned the first corner.

I quickly noticed that they were holding hands, immediately realising that we were safe. They looked at us holding hands and we all broke out in smiles. "Hi ladies," the guy at the front said in a somewhat effeminate voice. His eyes flashed down to Mom's groin, and a broader smile emerged on his face. "Enjoying your walk, I see. It's only about three kilometres to the next observation point, and we haven't seen anyone else on the trail."

After they passed us and were out of earshot, Mom stopped and turned to me. "What was that about, baby?" she asked, genuinely confused. My eyes fell to her groin and I giggled a little.

Mom looked down and, noticing the discoloured and very obvious small wet patch at the front of her pink shorts. "Oh my god," she said with a giggle of her own. Within seconds, we were both laughing out loud. We carried on that way for another kilometre or so, every now and then breaking out into laughter.

Meanwhile, I felt the sexual tension slowly rising. Initially we touched each other gently, but the further we walked, the more urgent, or contact became. I caught a glimpse of an open area down a small side path, so I grabbed Mom's hand and led us off the main track. It looked like it might be a place that we could have some privacy.

After skirting around the front a large boulder, we were well out of sight from the main path. We came upon a small, levelled area that was lightly covered with grass and in direct sunlight. I stopped and drew Mom to me.

Before she knew what had happened, I was kissing her, desperate for her touch. She responded quickly, her hands mimicking mine as I reached for her stunning arse cheeks. I ground my hips into her. Slipping a hand up to the front of her shorts, I reached inside. Mom moaned as my hand found her vulva. Her hips tilted slightly as she pushed it into my hand, spreading her legs a little to give me access.

She pulled my top off, then pulled hers over her head, as my fingers continued to caress her, spreading juices over the engorged lips of my prize.

I stopped kissing her, but only so that my lips could find their next target. My head dove to attach itself to the nipple of her left breast. I pulled Mom's shorts down over her hips and past her thighs. They fell to her feet and she removed one foot, spreading her legs further still.

As she did, I slipped my middle finger over her clit, then turning it to flick my hand across her pussy, left to right, applying pressure as I went. Mom almost lost her knees. I dropped to mine, still flicking my open palm across her pussy. She spread her legs; as I brought my face to her pussy, I looked up.

Her face was beet red, flushed with lust. She looked into my eyes, and as her hands spread her labia for me, she groaned. "Oh.. Fuck.. Trish! Eat my pussy, baby!"

I moved my fingers away from her clit and replaced them with my mouth. Inserting two fingers into her pussy, I searched for her G-spot. As my tongue danced across her clit, my fingers urgently rubbed her cherry-sized nerve bundle.

It could only be described as desperate lovemaking. There was no fucking around! I sought Mom's orgasm, and so did she.

When it arrived, Mom squirted a little. The first bit caught me by surprise, splashing across my face and chest and into my hair. I quickly opened my mouth and caught the remainder, swallowing out of instinct. It was a lot like the taste of her juices, but had an additional tang to it.

Mom shuddered violently, crying out as the orgasm washed over her. I maintained the pressure my fingers were applying to her G-spot, continuing to gently suckle and lap at her pussy. I looked upwards to see Mom with both nipples in hand, still pinching them between index fingers and thumbs.

After a minute or so, her orgasm had subsided enough for her to open her eyes. She looked down at me and smiled, taking my face in her hands. "Oh my god, Trish. That was amazing, baby. I'm not sure I've ever cum that fast and that hard. You are a miracle worker."

She made for me to stand. Once I did, we kissed deeply. Mom washed me with her tongue, licking the cum and juices she had squirted of my face and chest, swallowing it all. Taking my hand, she sucked the fingers that had been inside her while looking into my eyes.

Kissing me again, she drew me to her. She took a little more time with me, taking my breasts in her hands, slowly arousing me. She guided me over to a smooth, flat rock that was a little lower than a chair. She had me sit on it, going down on her knees so we could continue to kiss.

Her kisses moved along my neck to my shoulders. Licking, sucking, and occasionally biting, she found her way to my chest. I took hold of one of my tits and fed it to her. "Oh that's it, baby," I said. "Suck on my tit. Suck it all in."

I felt her hands drop to the tops of my pants and, raising my hips, Mom smoothly took them down, passed my knees. I kicked them off, leaving both of us in nothing buy our sneakers.

Caressing the tops of my naked thighs, Mom gently scraped her nails along them, finishing at the crease between thigh and torso. My hips tilted back of their own volition. Her hands, back near my knees, gently spread them.

She lay me back on the rock, forcing my knees to my shoulders, and rose slightly herself to keep her lips on my nipple. Mom's gaze lowered to my open, engorged, desperately wet pussy. She licked her lips as her hands left my knees and moved upwards; her nails dug into my flesh as they ran down the back of my thighs. I shuddered as bolts of electricity raced across my entire body.

I took hold of my knees. Mom's thumbs found my labia, spreading them gently. "Fuck, I love the look of your pussy, baby. It's like I made it just for me."

Mom looked up at me with love in her eyes. I groaned and said, "Oh, fuck, baby. You did make it! And it will only ever be yours - so eat your pussy, Mummy. Eat the pussy that you made."

Mom's head slowly lowered, her tongue protruding from her lips. Tilting her head so she could look me in the eyes, she ran her tongue deep into my folds, up across my clit, then back down again. Repeating that for some time, she gradually brought me closer and closer to orgasm - but Mom was not rushing, as I had.

As she moving her mouth to suckle and bite my thighs in turn, her hand gently rub across my pussy, fingers extended, as I had done before. She inserted first one finger from her other hand, then another, seeking my G-spot. I felt a deep, intense pulse of pleasure as she started to massage it.

Her hand flicked across my pussy with increasing spreed and with greater and greater pressure. It couldn't have taken more than two minutes after she'd first licked me before I felt my orgasm arrive. I groaned, and through clenched teeth said, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm... cu..."

Massive contractions and wave after wave of pleasure flooded my senses and removing my my bodily autonomy. All I could do was go along for the ride. I bucked uncontrollably; each one coinciding with a wave of pleasure. My throat was filled with intense groaning one second, then squeals the next. My vision blurred. Then I began squirting... a lot. I was lost and basically oblivious, still an observer of the explosions of pleasure.

My fluids flew in the air, landing on me and on Mom - and, as she lowered her face to my vulva, filling her open mouth. I convulsed for a full thirty seconds, almost losing consciousness.

I felt Mom's mouth close in on my clit. Her tongue gently lapped around it, but the whole area was just too sensitive. Pleading with her to stop, I put my hands on her head, sitting up to bring her face to mine. I kissed her as tenderly as I could, my intent to pass a message of love through my lips and straight to her heart.

I tasted myself as our tongues entwined. I welcomed the flavour of my juices into my mouth, just as she'd done for and with me.

We cuddled, kissed, and gently caressed for what must have been fifteen or twenty minutes. I had pulled Mom up onto my lap, worried that the soft ground would hurt her knees.

We spoke softly and lovingly to each other. Compliments flowed, along with expressions of love and descriptions of what each of us liked about what we had just done.

Eventually we found our clothing and dressed on unsteady feet. Holding hands, we slowly returned to the main track and headed back to the house. Luckily for us, we didn't see anyone else on the way, because we both had that 'just fucked' look about us, and that 'just fucked' smell about us too.

When we got back to the house, we were exhausted. I drew a bath for us while Mom assembled some food and a nice bottle of champagne. It was almost one in the afternoon when we got in the bath, and about three o'clock when we got out. We were very content to just eat, drink some bubbly and soak in bubbles - both of which were refreshed a couple of times.

After we dried each other off, Mom massaged moisturiser all over me as I lay on the bed, and then I reciprocated. We brushed each other's hair, tying it back into loose ponytails. After having a nap, we cooked dinner, our every move synchronised as we went.

As we were watched a movie after dinner, I got super horny again. I took Mom's hand and took us to bed, my face flushed with lust.

We made slow, languid love to each other that night. We discovered more about each other - what we liked and didn't like as much. We had our first sixty-nine, which started with me on top and then transitioned to us laying on our sides. While I orgasmed, I didn't like it as much as when we were concentrating solely on the other person.

I think we shared about eight or more orgasms that session. Some roared over us like a raging wild fire, while others were like a thunderstorm that got more intense as it got closer and closer until the inevitable lightning strikes.

I remember falling asleep curled into Mom's arms, her nipple in my mouth and my hand between her legs.

I woke first the next morning. Having rolled away in the middle of the night, I turned to look at Mom as she slept. She had a faint smile on her face. She looked angelic - so light and at peace that it was as if she would float away if I took the sheet off her.

I needed to pee badly and was thirsting for a cup of tea. I headed to the kitchen.

I sat on the front porch in just a nightie, basking in early morning sun. During the time alone I marvelled at how much I was in love with my own mother. It felt like it centred me, giving me purpose, focus, and energy. I understood that I was at a nexus point in my young life - a perfect junction of love, lust, sex, companionship and respect.

About an hour later, as I was making my second cup of tea, I heard movement in the main bedroom. I boiled the kettle again, and was just finishing making Mom's cup of coffee when her arms enveloped me from behind.

She kissed me lightly on the neck, causing about a billion goosebumps while making me feel weak at the knees. I couldn't help but tilt my head to give her better access. Mom kept kissing me as her hands moved to my hips and slowly turned me around. Our eyes met, her compassionate gaze telling me that we would be a couple, in love, for eternity.

We kissed unhurriedly, deepening as the seconds passed. Our tongues gently entwined, and my body melded into Mom's as I moaned softly.

She broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, a big, infectious smile on her face. Returning it, I chuckled. "Well that's the best 'thank you for making me a cup of coffee' you've ever given me, baby."

Mom's eyes - her entire body, really - lit up. "Oh I really do love it when you call me 'baby.' Would you do that for the rest of my life?"

"I sure will, baby." I paused as the enormity of being considered an equal in our relationship hit me. It was a big step. I passed Mom her coffee and in a perky voice, said, "Here you go. What did you have in mind for us today, baby?"

Taking a sip, Mom pondered for a moment. "I was thinking a trip to the nearest town. We need a few things from the grocery store, and I'd like to maybe do a little shopping. Whatever we do, though, I need a break, because you've given me razor rash from your tongue lapping at my pussy. As much as I think it is the absolute best thing in the world, I'm going to need a break today."

Putting on a pouty face, I moped. "Oh come on, baby! I really wanted to head out to the pond again and spend a few hours kissing every inch of your beautiful body. You can choose what we do, if you like." We both laughed.

A couple of hours later, dolled up, we took a leisurely drive into town to get the things we needed. While we were browsing, Mom bought me a lovely sun dress, some more negligee, and a pair of bright pink exercise shorts that were two sizes too small for me. She said that she didn't want to be the only one embarrassed if we came across any walkers during the rest of our stay.

The remainder of our time at the house was amazing. We made love multiple times each and every day. We even made love once on the very day that Mom had said she needed a break. I couldn't go without the taste of my mother on my lips - not even for one day. In fact, neither of us could last that long without tasting the other. We were constantly seeking the explosive sensations of giving and receiving orgasms, plus the safety and warmth of the cuddling and caressing that came after.

When our stay concluded and we were back home, we knew we had to continue to live as mother and daughter around others. However, inside the house, or when it was just us, it was a completely different story. In the house, we lived as lifelong lovers - a couple in every way.

Not long after our return, Mom emailed Bev, informing her of her success and a broad outline of the week. She quickly received hearty congratulations. There was no further need for tips and tricks on how to be a seductress. We were very expressive, and continued to explore and learn about each other and our boundaries.

One of the things that we both enjoyed doing, was to read older issues of the magazine that Bev and the group of mothers and daughters produced. Bev had provided them at Mom's request. Some of the stories gave us ideas of things to try.

Mom submitted our story to the magazine after the end-of-school surprise that she sprang on me on the last day of school.

I'll tell you about that in the next part of our story.