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Rate by The Naughty Meter
Categories: The Audience / Voyeur, Virgins/Young women
Tags: lesbian incest mum
Location: My House
Fulfillment: I will tell you later
Nature: I will tell you later
The best Mothers Day gift any girl can give her
mother is her love. Emily had always worshipped her
mother. She wanted to be just like her. She had no
idea just how much she was like her mother. Her
voice was very much like her mother's and if she could
get past the difference in style of clothes and hair
she might have even realized she was a copy of her
mother when her mother was her age. Her mother's
name was Amy Hatch.
When she was her daughter's age her hair was
as naturally blond as her daughter's. Both of them
kept their hair just a little longer than shoulder
length. More often than not they had their hair in
ponytails. Amy's hair had darkened with age. Her
skin had enough pigment in it to tan nicely. With age
her skin had darkened just enough that she had a tan
line where her swim suit protected her breasts and
crotch from the sun.
Emily was still a natural blond
and her skin was much more sensitive to the sun. Her
breasts were not as large as her mother's but they
had promise. Both of them had areolas that were no
larger than a quarter. Their nipples were little more
Amy's pubic hair had also darkened with age. It
was much darker than the hair on her head. Vanity
made it necessary to lighten her hair regularly at her
hair dressers so the contrast was even more
pronounced. Emily's pubic hair was still a golden
blond. She had only had pubic hair a couple of years.
She was just starting to discover her own
sexuality. Older girls in the neighborhood had
introduced her to masturbation and told her the
facts of life. They had even told her the truth about
why her mother had divorced her father.
He had been fooling around with the wife of a
neighbor until they had been caught. They had both
gotten divorces and moved to another suburb but
their relationship didn't last long. Her father had
left the state looking for greener pastures and
escape from child support.
Emily had never suspected that her mother had
any sexual desires because she had never let her
daughter see her when she had the need for sexual
She felt betrayed by males and women she had
called her friend so she kept to herself. Just making
a living for her and her daughter kept her busy.
During the week she was too tired to worry about sex
but weekends were different. By Saturday night she
would feel the need for release. Late at night she
would wake up during the night and realize her hand
was between her legs. She would feel the warmth
and masturbate until she had at least one climax.
Sometimes she would fall back to sleep while still
She wondered if Emily was sexually active but
never heard her comment about boys from school or
the neighborhood. She had hopes that Emily would
remain innocent as long as possible. She had no
desire that her daughter get married as young as she
had. She wanted her to grow up and enjoy life as long
as possible before making a commitment to any man.
Emily loved her mother very much. As Mothers
Day approached she wanted to do something special
for her. She planed a dinner for them that would
include her mother's favorite specialties.
Like so many girls her age anytime she got her
hands on money it was spent on clothes for herself.
She had no money to buy her mother anything. She
could only regret that she had not set aside some
money to buy her mother something nice.
She did set her alarm clock to wake her up early
on Sunday morning. She went down stairs and made
breakfast for her mother and put it on a tray. She
returned upstairs and gingerly balanced the tray
while opening the bedroom door. When she entered
the room she saw her sleeping mother lying on her
bed with her blankets and sheet kicked to the foot
of the bed. Emily saw that her mother's nightgown
was gathered around her waist. She had seen her
mother's naked body many times but for some reason
the sight of her exposed body was titillating.
Amy had masturbated herself to sleep during
the night. Emily could smell a strong odor in the room
that was also a turn on. She saw her mother's brown
bush and some of the hairs near her pussy were stuck
to the flesh. She was transfixed by the sight of her
mother's sexual organ.
The smell of fried eggs, toast and coffee woke
Amy up from a sound sleep. She rubbed her eyes and
when she saw her daughter standing there with tray
in hand she sat up and pulled her body back to rest
her back on the pillow she fluffed up and stuffed
between her back and the headboard. Dragging her
butt on the bed pulled her nightgown down enough to
hide her crotch. She was not even aware that her
daughter had been fascinated by the sight of her
Emily wished Amy a "Happy Mother's Day" and
kissed her on the cheek.
Amy placed her hand on Emily's shoulder and
thanked her with a peck on the cheek. Emily silently
wondered around the room. She seemed hesitant to
leave and not sure she wanted to stay.
After her mother finished her breakfast, Emily
picked up the tray and placed it on the floor by the
bed. Then she sat on the bed next to her mother.
She struggled with her feelings and how to tell her
mother what she wanted to tell her. "Mom I don't
know how to tell you what has been bothering me
Amy wrapped her right arm around Emily's waist
and said, "What ever it is I'm sure it is not as bad as
you think. What ever you have done I'm sure I have
probably done far worse."
Emily almost whispered as she started telling
her mother her story. "I am ashamed to tell you
about what I have been doing for the past few
Amy hugged her and assured her, "I suspect I
already know what you want to tell me."
Emily was sure she had no idea what she was
about to tell her. "It all started when I was ten
years old. All of the girls in the neighborhood used
to get together at one of the neighborhood homes
and we would experiment with sex. We would check
out each other's pussy and eventually we started
sucking each other's pussy. My best friend, Beverly,
and I became even closer during that time.
As our group got older some of them started
dating boys and we stopped having parties where we
played with each other. When we did get together
they were only interested in talking about boys."
Amy said, "That is perfectly normal."
Emily continued, "Beverly and I didn't stop
sleeping with each other. When we would stay
overnight with each other we continued to make love
to each other. We just don't tell our friends about it
Amy stroked her arm, "I have known about
everything almost from the start. I just figured it
was best to let you do your own thing."
Emily was shocked to hear that her mother
knew about what she and the girls had been doing all
of these years. "How did you find out?"
Amy said, "You girls were never as sneaky as you
thought you were. In fact the mothers used to get
together every Monday for coffee after you girls
went to school. We would discuss what we had seen
and which one of you was developing fastest.
Mrs. Andrews went so far as to actually peek on
you while you were having your parties. The rest of
us just observed what was going on. When we
entered the room none of you were that good at
hiding what you had been doing. All of us saw enough
to know just what you were doing."
Emily felt like a fool. "You knew all along what
we were doing?"
Amy said, "Honey as I told you there is nothing
you have thought of that I haven't done. I had
girlfriends just like your Beverly when I was your
It took a little time for her mother's confession
to sink in. When it did Emily pressed her to explain
what she was talking about.
Amy was not sure how much she should tell her
daughter about her youth. She kind of regretted
saying anything. She finally relented. "I have to
admit that I was very sexually, precocious, I was
pulling down the panties of every girl I could get my
hands on. By the time I was in school I had a group
of girls that were willing to do anything I asked of
We were doing everything you have been doing
with your young friends. I even had a couple of
affairs with some of your granny's women friends. I
was doing everything possible long before I was the
age you are now. That is why I had you before I was
sixteen. I had to lie about my age to get married."
Emily knew that her mother had her very young
but never knew the whole story. She was having a
hard time getting a grasp on the fact that her own
mother had had sex with girls when she was even
younger than she was when she started. On top of
that she was admitting to having sex with women old
enough to be her mother.
She had been afraid to reveal her feelings for
her mother for a long time. Now that she knew about
her mother's past she felt empowered to pour out her
feelings. "Mom, I have wanted to tell you that I have
loved you for years. When I entered the bedroom
this morning while you were still asleep your
nightgown was up around your waist. I saw your pussy
and wanted to jump on the bed and kiss it so bad that
my mouth was watering."
Amy got a wicked smile on her face. She simply
lifted the front of her satin nightgown up around her
waist and opened her legs enough to expose her
pussy. She lewdly stroked her pussy with her right
hand. The way she wiped her pussy the palm of her
hand and fingers were pressed against her labia
folding them back so that her hand was covered with
the juices. She turned her hand palm up and fanned
her hand in front of Emily's face. When Emily got a
whiff of her mother's pussy juice her reaction was
Emily's heart was pounding a mile a minute. She
almost felt dizzy and her mouth was watering. She
wanted to bend over and put her mouth right on her
mother's pussy but she hesitated to move.
Amy used both hands to pull the top of her
nightgown down and exposed both breasts. They
were not that much larger than Emily's but they were
rounder and softer. The areolas were about the size
of a quarter. The nipples were about the size of
erasers on pencils. The skin was creamy with a couple
of brown moles on her left breast. When Emily saw
them she instinctually reached for the left breast
and covered it with her hand. She rolled the nipple
between her fingers.
Amy ran her hand up Emily's arm, shoulder to
the back of the girl's neck and she turned her head
towards her own. She kissed her on the mouth with
more passion than Emily ever felt from her mouth.
She forced her tongue between Emily's lips. She
explored the inside of her daughter's mouth with her
tongue while her daughter played with her tit.
Emily was breathless from the kiss. She found
it very erotic to be kissed by her mother in such a
manner. She felt the warmth of the breast under
her hand. It was a long kiss that neither of them
wanted to end but Amy's desires led her to apply
pressure to the back of Emily's neck as she forced
Emily's head down her own neck and over her clavicle.
Emily's nose was pressed against her mother's
Emily buried her face between her
mother's breasts and wallowed in the warm and
fragrance. She turned her head to the side and ran
her wet mouth and tongue over the swell of her
mother's breast. She traced the outline of her
mother's areola with her tongue before claiming the
nipple with her mouth. Her mother stroked Emily's
hair the same way she had when she was a baby
suckling at her tit.
Amy was so stimulated by the feeling of her
daughter's mouth on her nipple that she could not
resist running her left hand down between her legs.
She started rubbing her bearded clam with the palm
of her hand. The hair was soon covered with the
juices from her pussy.
Even Emily could smell her mother's pussy over
the perfumed fragrance between her mother's
breasts. When she moved her body so that she could
turn her body so that she could put her head between
her mother's legs her mother did not resist. Amy's
hand on Emily's head was limp. Emily's breath on her
pussy was blowing her pubic hair around. Emily
reveled in the smell of her mother's pussy. She
licked her mother's clam and forced her tongue
between the labia.
She used her tongue to stimulate
her mother's clit until it was engorged with blood.
She pursed up her lips to suck on the little hooded
pea sized button. She felt her mother's hand on the
back of her head pressing her head harder against
the brown covered cunt.
When Amy climaxed she went limp. Her body
quivered for at least a minute that seemed like an
eternity. They wallowed in their sexual bliss. Emily's
chin was resting on the pubic hair. When Amy looked
down she smiled because it looked like her daughter
had a brown beard. She was still stroking her hair
with her right hand.
Amy ran her fingers through the hair and took a
strong grip on it as she pulled Emily back up her body.
Emily had to crawl over her mother's body until she
was lying on top of her mother's body chin to chin.
The kiss was even more satisfying than the first one.
Amy rolled them over so that she was on top. Now it
was Amy's turn to make love to her daughter.
She was kissing her while she unbuttoned the
front of Emily's dress. The cotton summer dress was
yellow gingham. She spread the bodice and pulled the
Victoria Secret bra up and over the top of her
breasts. She envied her daughter's pointed breasts.
Hers had looked like that when she was her age. Her
areolas and nipples looked like her own. She bathed
the flesh with her tongue. She not only sucked on
the nipples hard she left little hickies all over the
It was Emily's turn to stroke her mother's hair
while her mother sucked on her breasts. Amy was
too impatient to undress her daughter completely.
She simply pulled her dress up her curvaceous legs.
The skirt was wrinkled up around her waist to expose
the delicate lace of the matching panties to the bra.
She sat up to admire Emily's lower body.
Emily did not have nylons on. She didn't need
them. She had already discarded her pumps before
getting on her mother's bed. Amy ran her hands all
over the front of Emily's panties. She could feel the
nest of pubic hair underneath the thin material.
When she cupped the crotch she could feel the
warmth. Amy bent over and placed her mouth over
the crotch of the panties and licked the fabric. She
did not stop until the fabric was soaking wet.
When her mother pulled her panties down and
stuck her face into her daughter's blond pubic hair
she was like a hungry dog the way she was shaking her
head. She did everything short of biting Emily's
pussy. When the girl climaxed she covered her
mother's face with her juice. After Emily's breathing
returned to normal they cuddled in each other's arms
and professed their undying love for each other.
Emily wished her mother "Happy Mother's Day one