Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 23:19:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sally 34 <sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Coming to Terms

Coming to Terms
by Sally
(Incest - Mother/Daughter)

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author for permission at 'sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk'.
This story contains strong adult themes, including
incest, and should not be read if you are easily
offended.

Chapter 1

Liz was still trying to pick up the pieces of her
life.  Her husband of 20 years had vanished from her
life and all that was left was a gaping hole where he
had been.  Thank god for Krista though; if it hadn't
been for her daughter's strength through all of this
Liz doubted if she could have survived.  Krista had
surprised her.  She had always appeared so dependent,
and yet with Tom's death she had suddenly seemed so
strong and had even started organising things and
making decisions while Liz was still struggling to
think straight.  Liz knew that Tom's death had
affected Krista as much as it had her.  Being an only
child she was close to both her parents and his sudden
death left a gap that was just as large for her in
their small family.

The night of the funeral they had no idea what to do.
They watched TV and yet on every channel there seemed
to be something that reminded them of Tom or his
death.  They cried so much they even laughed.  Liz
suggested that they try and get an early night.  They
both got ready for bed silently.  Liz climbed into bed
and tried to read a book and yet her thoughts slipped
away again and again until she realised she had been
reading the same page, over and over, but had no idea
of what it said.  Just before Liz turned out the
lights, Krista appeared at her bedroom door.  Her face
was red and puffy and she asked if she could climb in
with he mother for a hug.  Liz readily agreed and they
snuggled down.  They were both so exhausted they fell
asleep immediately in each other's arms.

The days passed, but every night, before going to
sleep, Liz would hear Krista's bare feet padding down
the hall and then she would appear and ask to sleep
with her.  For Liz this was a perfect arrangement.
The bed seemed huge and empty without Tom beside her.
Krista was soft and warm and every night Liz held her
tight as if to prevent the demon death from taking
another member of her family.  Krista was being strong
on the outside for her mother, but inside she felt
like the world had ended, so she too clung to her
mother so that they could never be separated.

During the day, they never spoke of their night-time
terrors or the fact that they slept with each other,
neither to each other nor anyone else.  It was like a
secret form of cowardice that neither could own up to,
or a secret, fragile source of pleasure that if spoken
of would vanish.

They had been sleeping together for about a month when
they were startled awake by an almighty crash from
Tom's study.  Liz sat bolt upright in bed - she had
been dreaming of Tom and her first thought was that he
was in the study, but somehow enraged because she had
taken a lover to bed with her.  Krista, who slept very
soundly, came dreamily awake and asked what was going
on.  Liz was disorientated, this was no lover in their
bed, it was her daughter.

She jumped out of bed and ran along the hall to the
study.  A bookshelf had collapsed on top of the
computer, sending books and diskettes everywhere.  Liz
looked for Tom, but as she gradually came awake,
realised with bitter disappointment that she had been
confusing dreams with reality - he would never be
coming home again.  She walked back to the bedroom and
told Krista what had happened.  As she snuggled in
close to Krista she realised that she should no longer
be taking pleasure from her daughter's presence in her
bed - it could not be doing either of them any good -
and resolved to tell her the next day that this was
the last time that they must sleep together.  After
all, Krista was nearly 15, almost a woman not a child.

There did not seem a good time the next day to
explain.  School came and went, Liz was busy, but
eventually, as evening drew on, Liz turned the
conversation to how Krista was sleeping.  Krista
happily said that she was sleeping like a log.
Sensing that she had the upper hand, Liz carefully
said that in that case, maybe Krista could return to
her own bed for a change - as if it was only Krista's
desire that they sleep together.  Liz immediately
realised that Krista was hurt by this apparent
rejection.  Liz wanted to reach out and hug her and
tell how much it was hurting her to say it, but
instead she kept a calm, composed face and waited for
Krista to say something.  Krista came back with a
reply that suggested she had only been sleeping with
her mother for Liz's sake and she was perfectly happy
to return to her own bed.

That night, just before lights out, Liz waited for her
daughter to come.  She almost willed her to appear,
yet knew if she did she would have to refuse her.  She
forced herself to read another chapter of her book,
but with still no sign of Krista, she turned out the
lights and tried to sleep.

Neither Liz nor Krista slept much that night.  Krista
had been half hoping that her mother would come to
fetch her.  She lay in the dark, imagining she could
hear her name being whispered, but it was just the
sigh of the wind outside.

Both mother and daughter looked wrecked the next
morning.  Despite the fact that it was a Saturday,
they could hardly speak at breakfast - neither could
acknowledge the fact that they had missed sleeping
with each other.  Krista was keen to go out, but Liz
insisted that she stay in and help her fix the broken
shelf in the study.  Krista reluctantly agreed, but
she was tired and upset with her mother for her
apparent rejection.

Liz had little DIY experience, she had gone through
Tom's tools and pulled out what she thought might
help.  Krista had argued with her about the way to put
the shelf back up, even though she really knew no
better.  Krista had refused to do any work in her
normal clothes and had trounced off and come back
wearing nothing except Tom's old overalls.  Liz
thought it was funny that, despite the give, because
Krista was the same height as Tom, the overalls suited
her.  Liz was fond of Tom in those overalls; with his
baseball hat on backwards Liz always joked that he
would have made a perfect interior decorator.  She was
shaken from her memories by Krista's sour face - she
looked so sour it was almost funny.  Liz tried not to
laugh, but the more she struggled to remain serious,
the more angry and sullen Krista got.

They tried several things that didn't work and ended
up shouting at each other.  Shouting at least broke
the tension.  At the most heated point, the shelf,
which had been precariously balanced in place, fell
down again and startled them both.  They stopped
shouting and started laughing.  Huge tears rolled down
their cheeks as they fell on the floor laughing at
themselves, at each other, at what, they didn't know.
Krista climbed onto her mother who was helpless on her
back with laughter and pinned her to the floor.
Krista tried to her tell her that she had been right
all along about the shelf, but this just made Liz
giggle more.  Krista tried to get her mother to listen
to her by pinning her arms with her legs and holding
her head still.  Liz was surprised by the strength of
Krista's grip and tried to pull away, but found
herself truly helpless.  Krista lent over her and all
Liz could smell was the rich, solvent smells from the
paint stains on Tom's overalls.  She suddenly had a
flashback to lying on this same floor, ten years
previously, pinned down by Tom in these same overalls.
 They had been decorating the study and he had
impulsively wanted to make love to her.  He had taken
her there and then on the study floor as she lay
panting beneath him.  The memory made her flush and
she suddenly struggled with all her might to get out
from underneath her daughter.  Krista held on tight,
and Liz was unable to budge her.  Finally Liz gave up
and lay vanquished, panting heavily at the exertion.
Krista gave her mother a curious look, searching her
eyes for why her mother had suddenly wanted to get
free so badly from what had just been a game.  Liz
gave back a defiant look to her daughter as if to say,
`You have outgrown me, you are stronger than me, now
what...?'

Krista felt suddenly embarrassed at having pinned her
own mother to the floor, but couldn't pinpoint exactly
the root of her uneasiness.  With her mother helpless
beneath her she suddenly felt there were no boundaries
any more, no restrictions, and this frightened her.
The sensation was not just fright alone though, there
was also excitement at what this new power might
bring.  It was too much to handle so she jumped up,
feigning laughter.

That night, Krista appeared in Liz's bedroom before
lights out, but didn't even ask to sleep there, she
just climbed in without saying a word and cuddled
close to her mother.  Liz did not say anything, she
merely turned off the lights, gratefully accepting her
daughter's presence again.


Chapter 2

A few months later, Liz and Krista were still sleeping
together.  Neither spoke of it; it was now just a
family custom.  Krista had developed a lot since she
was 14 and was now attracting a lot of attention from
boys at school.  Saturday nights had now become a
battle as Krista had started going to parties and yet
Liz wanted her home by 11.30, which meant she always
had to leave before the end.  There had more than one
'scene', the most vicious of which was when Krista
accused Liz of being 'jealous'.  Liz had reflected on
this.  She knew there was a hint of truth in what her
daughter had said, Krista's love life was just
starting, soon she would be leaving her and yet Liz
felt, after Tom, her love life was over.

That Saturday night Krista came back hyped up.  She
was just in time for the curfew, although Liz was
already in bed asleep.  She had met a new boy at the
party and they had spent what seemed like hours
kissing on the pile of coats in a dark bedroom.  Her
lips were sore and her vagina was so moist she could
feel it.  Undressing quietly in her own bedroom she
put her fingers to her vagina lips and they came back
sticky with her own juices.  She sniffed and even
licked her juice from her fingers, but it did not have
any particular taste.  At that moment Liz called out
dreamily if she was home and Krista guiltily put on
the large T-shirt she wore to bed and joined her
mother.  She couldn't sleep however, thoughts of Mike,
the boy she had met at the party raced through her
mind.  Her vagina screamed for attention and the only
way she could stop her heart racing was to raise the
hem of the T-shirt and push her hand firmly against
her pussy.  Liz was fast asleep and so Krista began to
rub herself, very gently, to ease the pressure inside
her.  It felt wonderful.  In her mind she imagined
that it was Mike's fingers on her.  Her legs parted
naturally, her fingers worked harder and she slipped
into another world of pleasure...

Liz was awoken by the rhythmic rocking of the bed, she
couldn't understand what was happening.  She sensed
that Krista was lying next to her and wondered if she
was crying, but couldn't wake up sufficiently to move.
 Then with horror she realised that the rhythmic
movements the bed was making was the result of Krista
masturbating.  Liz came wide awake but lay perfectly
still.  She was acutely embarrassed but did not know
what to do.  If she said or did anything now she could
really upset Krista, yet what on earth did Krista
think she was doing?  Liz was too tired to stay awake
for long however and drifted off wondering when was
the last time she had masturbated herself.  She had
not felt like sex since Tom's death...

Krista was delighted with her new found pleasure.
After a stiffled orgasm she fell straight asleep
dreaming of Mike...........

The next day she couldn't look at her mother though.
She felt that she had somehow done something 'dirty'
the previous night, all the worse for having done it
next to her sleeping mother.  Liz was bright and
cheerful though, so Krista didn't dwell on it for too
long.

That night Krista was excited at the thought of bed,
but told herself that she would not repeat the wicked
thing she had done.  However, after Liz had fallen
asleep she lay in bed, unable to get to sleep.  She
resisted touching herself for what seemed like hours,
but eventually the urge overcame her and she pleasured
herself once again.

This pattern continued, night after night.  Sometime
Liz would wake, sometimes not, but she never ever
confronted Krista with her actions.  Krista began to
feel less concerned by what she was doing; after all
it was not as though she had been struck by lightning
for what she was doing!

Krista's growing interest in the pleasure her own body
gave her began to affect Liz too though.  One day,
while showering, her thoughts were wandering and Liz
began to idly rub herself.  Krista was out so when she
finished showering she took herself to the bedroom,
lay on a towel and masturbated in earnest for the
first time in over a year.  It was so long since she'd
felt this pleasure.

As she played with herself she let her mind wander.
She opened her legs wide and imagined that someone was
watching her.  She didn't concentrate too much on whom
it was, whether it was a man or a woman or why they
were watching her.  She wondered vaguely what Krista
imagined as she lay, night after night, doing the same
thing.  The thoughts merged and she suddenly imagined
it was Krista in the bedroom watching her.  This image
was so exciting that she began to rub herself harder.
'Yes, you bitch', she thought, 'You're not the only
one who has unfulfilled desires - watch your dear
mummy while she plays with herself'.  The idea was
overwhelmingly wicked and yet sexy at the same time.
She lifted her hips from the bed.  'Come closer, smell
me,' she imagined herself saying and Krista coming
closer, maybe kneeling before her with a horrified,
yet spellbound, look on her face.....

The image of her daughter kneeling before her as she
masturbated with abandon pushed her over the edge and
when she came it was so explosive and tension
releasing that she groaned out loud, involuntarily.
She lay exhausted afterwards, sickened by the image
her subconscious had summoned up.  She tried to
dismiss it, but the scene she had created
persisted...

The sun was getting lower in the sky and orange light
spilled into the room and lit her body.  Looking down
Liz decided that she didn't look too bad for 42.
Although she felt she had let herself go since Tom's
death, she had always managed to maintain her fairly
slim, firm body.  Only the birth of Krista had left
one stretch mark and a little tummy she had never been
able to lose.

After that pleasurable afternoon, Liz turned to
masturbation often.  No matter how she may have tried
to deny it, the sick fantasy of Krista watching her do
it would return again and again......

One evening, Krista was downstairs watching TV while
Liz was busy upstairs doing the laundry.  On top of
the laundry basket were a pair of Krista's panties and
without thinking, Liz picked them up and sniffed them.
 They were a little stained, a streak of shit at the
back and crusty at the front, but they gave off a
powerful, aphrodisiac smell that made Liz immediately
aroused.  The scent made her feel giddy and she
realised that her daughter no longer had the scent of
a girl, but of a woman.  Liz locked the bathroom door,
pulled down her own jeans and panties and fell to the
floor, heart pounding.  She began to masturbate
furiously and as she did so, realised she was still
holding her daughter's panties.  With a trembling hand
she again brought them up to her face and inhaled
their strange perfume.  Krista's presence in the house
and the scent filling he nostrils was enough to make
her climax swift and powerful and afterwards she could
barely stand on her trembling legs......

Chapter 3

More weeks passed and gradually the traces of Tom
began to leave the house.  Liz finally brought herself
to clean out Tom's desk in the study.  At the bottom
of one of the drawers she found a pornographic
magazine.  It was nothing special; flicking through,
Liz saw page after page of pouting bimbos in contorted
positions showing off their bodies.  Tom had never
seemed interested in porn and Liz suddenly felt a pang
of jealousy that he had kept this hidden from her.
She was going to fling it straight into the bag of
rubbish she was collecting when the advertisement on
the back cover caught her eye.  On display were a
startling a range of dildos and vibrators of all
shapes, sizes and colours.  Liz was initially amused,
but also intrigued.  Her own masturbation was
fulfilling, but she missed having Tom inside her and
wondered if one of these toys would help.  Before she
could talk herself out of it, she filled in the coupon
and sent off for medium sized, plain vibrator, then
threw the magazine away.

That night, as usual, Krista pleasured herself,
carefully and silently as Liz lay awake, but feigning
sleep beside her.  Liz was amused by Krista's actions
and wondered how she had got into this bizarre
night-time ritual.  Liz fantasized about jumping up
and confronting her daughter, but cringed inwardly at
the embarrassing scene that would ensue.  Instead, she
decided to tease her daughter and, still feigning
sleep, shifted her foot, inch by inch until it came to
rest against Krista's outspread leg.  Krista froze
instantly.  Liz grinned and thought, 'That will teach
you.......'

Krista's thoughts had been drifting as she
masturbated.  Initially it was always Mike she thought
of, but lately her fantasies seem to have been getting
wilder and wilder and she had even imagined herself
being raped by strangers, both men and women.  When
her mother's foot touched her leg she was just
imagining a large, big breasted blonde woman, tying
her down to a table in order to have her evil way with
her.  Krista froze.  She came back to reality with a
painful jolt and realised where she was and what she
was doing - masturbating in bed beside her mother.
Her mother normally slept very soundly.  Krista would
tend to drift off for half an hour and then reawaken
with a need for relief.  By that time her mother was
usually dead to the world.  Krista waited for a few
more painful minutes, her pussy still crying out for
her to finish what she had started.  There was no more
movement from her mother so she gently began to soothe
her pussy with gentle rubbing.......

Liz was amazed.  Despite the presence of her foot,
Krista was continuing.  What did she have to do?  Kick
her.........?

Krista soon forgot her mother's foot touching her, or
rather it became incorporated into her fantasy as the
powerful blonde restraining her......

Liz felt the vibrations through her foot of her
daughter's activity.  The whole situation seemed
ludicrous and yet, somehow touching........

Krista climaxed, her best yet, the touch of her
mother's bare foot on her leg a tangible presence
adding a dimension of reality to her wicked
fantasy....

Liz felt Krista's straining body slump and knew that
she had climaxed.  She suddenly wanted to reach out
and hug her daughter, yet knew she would never dare
to.

After that special night, Krista would sometimes
sneakily move her own legs until they were resting
against her mother's slumbering form.  She had
discovered the touch of another body made her orgasm
all the more intensive.  She knew it was wrong, but
her mother was always so soundly asleep that what
could it matter?

Chapter 4

Liz's present arrived two weeks later in a plain brown
parcel.  At first Liz hid it straight away and chided
herself for being so foolish as to waste money on
herself, on a toy.  But, a few days later as she
pleasured herself, she remembered it and took it out
to play with.  After experimenting a bit, during which
time she almost gave up, she found that she preferred
to use the vibrator as just a dildo, holding it, with
little movement inside herself as she used her fingers
on her clit.  Using the vibrator made her feel
slightly ridiculous, but even more slutty when the
fantasy of masturbating in front of Krista returned,
unbidden,  'Look, look Krista,' she thought, 'see,
your nice mummy is even more of a slut then you
imagined, see me poking myself with this thing....'.
The thoughts and the feeling of the artificial cock
inside her brought her to an almost instant,
shuddering climax and she moaned as she rolled on the
bed, gripping the thing inside her as the aftershocks
came.

After that Liz would put the vibrator away, convincing
herself she was no old maid who had to rely on it.
But sooner or later, out it would come again, her ever
hard, ever faithful companion as she thought of it.
She started off hiding it in all sorts of places, but
eventually began to get a bit sloppy and one
afternoon, after a particularly exhausting session,
just dumped it in her bedside cabinet........

.....which is where Krista found it the next day when
she was hunting through her mum's drawers for a hair
grip.  Despite her age, Krista instinctively knew what
it was.  She had heard jokes about them at school.
She was amazed that her mum was using one.  She could
not picture it.  She suddenly felt sad for her.  This
was a replacement for dad.  She had never imagined
that her parents had had a sex life, or even that her
mum needed one now.  Idly she switched on the vibrator
and felt it buzz into life in her hand.  The
sensations ran up her wrist - it seemed remarkably
powerful and Krista wondered what it would be like to
have it inside her.  She switched it off and guiltily
sniffed at the tip.  Yes, it had been inside her
mother alright; the strong smell of her mother's juice
was on the tool.  Krista switched on the vibrator
again and held it to her panties; even from outside
her vagina, the sensations went deep and she suddenly
had an overwhelming urge to have it filling her.  Liz
was out for an hour, so she pulled aside her panties
and gingerly pushed the buzzing tip between her lips.
The sensations were delicious and she lay back on the
bed and began to fuck herself with the toy, pushing
ever deeper and rubbing her mound at the same time.
It didn't take long for her to climax and before her
mother came home she guiltily washed the thing in the
bathroom and put it back where she found it.

From that day on, both women shared the vibrator.
Krista would take delight at the musty smell her
mother left on it and came to associate it with the
anticipation of pleasure.  Liz never realised Krista
was using it until the day Krista slipped up and put
it back in the wrong place...

Liz was mortified that Krista had discovered her
secret.  She sniffed at the vibrator and realised that
despite the scent of soap that Krista had used to wash
the thing, there was a background trace of Krista's
own perfume, the same odour she had smelled on the
Krista's knickers.  Now Liz was doubly horrified, not
only had her daughter discovered her secret toy, she
was using it!  Liz did not know what to do, her first
thought was to throw away the vibrator.  It would be
just too embarrassing to confront Krista with her
knowledge, it would be confessing that she herself
masturbated with a toy, even though Krista obviously
knew she did.  Her fantasy of Krista watching her
masturbate came back to her, now in a way it had half
come true; Krista knew she masturbated, and with a
vibrator.  What must her daughter think of her?  She
reflected on her relationship with her daughter.
Since Tom's death they had grown closer, sharing the
same bed, yet Liz now realised that Krista
masturbating beside her at night was wrong, especially
when she seemed to deliberately touch her as she did
it.  The whole crazy thing must stop and Liz decided
to put an end to it that night.

That night, Krista climbed into bed with Liz as usual.
 Liz wasn't sure how to begin and could not bring
herself to discuss the topic.  She fell asleep,
frustrated by her own timidity.  She awoke, about an
hour later and again, felt the rhythmic rocking of the
bed with her daughter's foot against her thigh.
'Enough is enough', thought Liz.  She couldn't find
the words to say so simply rolled over and put out a
hand to Krista's wrist to stop her.  In the dark she
missed Krista's wrist and instead got hold of Krista's
hand that was over her mound.  She squeezed it
tightly.  'Stop', said Liz, simply.

Krista nearly died with fear.

'I wasn't', she stammered.

Liz was tired of the whole thing.

'Oh, don't deny it, I know what you do night after
night', she said.

Krista felt herself sinking, she only saw one way out.

'I'm not the only one who does it around here', she
replied in self-defence.

Liz sensed that Krista was on the attack.

'What do you mean?' she said, but as she uttered the
words, realised she had fallen into a trap.

'I found your vibrator', Krista said, testily.

Liz was suddenly furious that Krista had mentioned it
and sat bolt upright.

'And you used it!' she accused.

'I, I didn't!' stammered Krista in defence.

'Yes you bloody well did,' stormed Liz, 'I could smell
you on it'.

It was dark in the room, both mother and daughter were
crimson with rage and embarrassment, but neither could
tell.  Somehow it was easier to talk to each other
when they couldn't see or be seen.

Krista was stumped for a reply.  Her guilty secret was
out, mum knew she used her vibrator!  What could she
say in defence?

'I just wanted to, I just wanted to...', but she
couldn't finish and began to cry.

Liz realised she had pushed her daughter too far.

'Oh, god, look I'm sorry Krista.  Its just that, well,
we can't go on like this...'

'Like what?' Krista sobbed.

'I mean, you're nearly a woman, you can't come and do
what you do in my bed every night', Liz could not
bring herself to say the word 'masturbate'.

'I'm sorry,' Krista managed to release between sobs.

Liz reached over and held her crying daughter, but she
felt Krista flinch as she did so.

'What's wrong?' Liz asked.

'I think I must be some kind of pervert or something,'
Krista said quietly

'No, no' soothed Liz, 'Everyone does it, even your old
mum'

'No, not so much that,' Krista continued, 'I have
really bad thoughts when I do it.'

Liz was intrigued and thought back to her own 'bad
thoughts' she had while masturbating.

'What do you mean?' she said, knowing that she was
treading on delicate ground.

'I don't want to say' said Krista, 'but they're sick.'

'Its ok,' said Liz, the added, 'I have those too...'

Krista pulled back from her mother's loving arms and
brushed a strand of hair from her face.  She peered at
her mother's face in the darkened room.

'You do?', now she was the one who was intrigued.

Liz felt herself on the brink of a precipice, there
was a giddy feeling in her stomach.  What was this
girl to her?  Daughter, friend, confidante?

'Yes,' she continued, 'When I do what you do it makes
me feel like a slut'

'Me too!' said Krista eagerly, finally feeling that
someone understood her, that she was not alone.

Liz laughed.  "Oh dear, what are we going to do with
you!'  and she reached out and squeezed Krista to her
in the dark.

'My little slut' she laughed to ease the tension.

'Mummy slut' laughed back Krista.

'C'mon, lets get some sleep now' said Liz,
exasperated, and letting Krista go, lay back down in
the bed.

Krista lay down too, but she was restless, she
couldn't sleep and wanted to continue the closeness
she felt to her mother right then.  She couldn't think
of what to say, so after a minute though she piped up:

'Mum, I never finished...'

Liz was also lying wide awake.  She too felt she had
come closer to her daughter than ever before by their
joint admissions.  Hearing Krista she laughed, reached
into her bedside cabinet, pulled out the vibrator and
pushed it into Krista's hand in the dark.

'You'll need this then!' she countered.  Liz was
playing a game, but she was interested to know how far
Krista would go.

Krista was surprised at her mother's reaction, though
she wasn't quite sure what she expected, she felt they
were both in new territory as far as their
relationship went.  Did her mother want her to
masturbate with the vibrator now?  Krista felt
self-conscious, though the warm, cocooning dark made
her feel somewhat distant from the decision.

Krista flicked on the vibrator and they both giggled
as it buzzed in the dark between them.  It really was
a ludicrous thing.  Krista poked her mother in the
ribs with it, tickling her and Liz fended it away,
with cries of 'Stop it!'.

Krista teased her mother with it again and again,
poking her body in several places, darting away from
the defending hands.

'Careful where you poke that thing!' joked Liz.

Both mother and daughter felt very happy and relieved.
 Their 'secrets' were out and they both felt closer
than ever before.

Krista was suddenly serious.

'Mum, do you mind me doing it?'

'What?' said Liz, stupidly

'I mean, you know,' she was suddenly coy again,
'playing with myself'

'No, of course not, love,' replied Liz, 'but you
mustn't do it in my bed anymore.'

'Why not?' challenged Krista.  She wasn't sure she
even wanted to, but at 15 she challenged practically
everything her mother said.

'Because,' Liz was stumped for an answer now, 'It's
not nice,' she finished weakly.

Krista was unsure how to respond.  She wanted to push
the boundaries as far as she could, yet she knew she'd
come up against her mother's unreasonableness.

Liz was on uncertain ground.  She sensed that
something was going wrong, solid ground seemed to be
slipping away.  She KNEW that Krista should not
masturbate next to her, yet she could no longer see
why.  She thought of her own fantasy - the wickedness
of letting her daughter watch her masturbate  - and
knew the arousing aspect was the taboo of the whole
thing.  Suddenly her heart started pounding faster,
she was closer to her fantasy now than at any other
time.  Krista was lying next to her - the vibrator was
in the bed with them and they were talking about
masturbation.

'You wouldn't like it if I played with myself in front
of you would you?' she added, her voice giving out
towards the end of the sentence.

Krista pondered this as the bizarre image of her
mother masturbating filled her mind.  She couldn't
really picture her mother in the throws of ecstasy and
said:

'I wouldn't mind', just to be awkward.

Liz's heart raced madly.  She was suddenly on the
brink of fulfilling her wickedest desire and she was
not sure if she could go through with it.  Without
stopping she said:

'Alright then,' but then added, 'but you just tell me
when you've had enough and I'll stop.'

Krista was bemused by her mother's actions.  Liz
switched on the bedside light and a dim glow filled
the room.  Liz pulled back the duvet they shared,
revealing her body.  She slept in a cotton nightdress.
 She looked at Krista:

'Right - want me stop?'

'No' said Krista, but a bit nervously.

Liz sighed - she thought she could win this one.

As casually as she could, she lifted up the
nightdress, revealing her bushy pubes to her daughter.

'Had enough now?' she managed to say, though her
throat felt as though it was about to close.

Krista was as nervous as Liz.  She was not sure she
wanted to see what happened next, yet she felt as
though it was inevitable.  What did her mum want her
to say?  She tried to be cool.

'I don't mind, if you want to....' she said.

'No,' Liz was adamant, 'I'm doing this to show you how
wrong it is.'

'Go on then,' said Krista

That was all the signal Liz needed; closing her eyes
tightly she put her hand over her mound and started to
rub.  She knew Krista was watching her, but somehow
this seemed more embarrassing than arousing.

'Just tell me when you want me stop.' she said.

'Continue', said Krista, torn between fascination and
revulsion.

So Liz did.  Despite herself and the situation she
found she was aroused.  In fact she suddenly found it
very easy to start rubbing herself in earnest.  He
legs drew apart automatically and she started to pant.

Krista watched with something approaching disbelief.
This was a side of her mother she never knew existed.
Her mother seemed to become oblivious to her presence
so she slipped further down the bed to get a better
view of the action.  The lips of her mother's pussy
were being pulled and stretched as her fingers worked
rapidly on her clit.  Krista suddenly caught a whiff
of that familiar smell she associated with the
vibrator that she associated with sex and her own
pussy suddenly became wet with anticipation.  In
sympathy with her mother, her own hand dropped to her
vagina and she began to tease herself.

Her mother was really getting going now and she seemed
to be muttering to herself.

'What?' said Krista

'I said, look at me, look at your bad mummy', repeated
Liz as loudly as she dared.

'I am', said Krista, even more aroused at her mother's
words.

'Smell me', said Liz, immersing herself in her
wickedest fantasy.

Krista knelt as close as she could between her
mother's legs and inhaled the heady scent.

She was not sure what to do, but knew that she enjoyed
being touched as she masturbated, so she put the palms
of her hands on her mothers thighs and held them apart
slightly further.  Liz gasped with pleasure at her
touch.  She was having trouble thinking.  Her mind was
cloudy, at one point she even thought it was Tom
holding her.

'Fuck me', she pleaded.

Krista was unsure what her mother wanted, but she
picked up the vibrator that was still lying on the bed
and put the tip to the entrance to her mother's
vagina.

Liz felt the tip and thrust her hips down on to the
toy.  Krista responded by pushing the artificial cock
deeper into her mother then held it as steady as she
could as her mother fucked thing, writhing up and down
on top of it.  She moaned as she did it, Krista caught
some of the words:

'What do you think of me now?  I'm your bad slut
mother.  I want sex as bad as you.  Fuck me.'

She was almost hysterical with the ecstasy.  Krista
was caught up with the passion too and rubbed herself
hard.

Suddenly her mother shuddered and groaned as if in
enormous pain.  Krista was suddenly afraid she had
hurt her somehow.

'Oh god,' groaned Liz, 'that was fantastic.'

Relaxing, she smiled sweetly at her daughter and
whispered 'Thank you, honey.'

Krista was still on her own sexual high.

'My turn!' she said and withdrawing the slippery wet
vibrator from her mother, lay back on the end of the
bed and plunged it into herself and switched it on.
The buzzing sensation filled the whole of her lower
body and she bit her lip with the sweet pleasure.  She
smiled at her mother and, like a proud daughter,
showed her what she could do.

Instinctively, like a lover, Liz sat up, moved to the
end of the bed and held her daughter while she
pleasured herself.  Krista's slim, firm body was
beautiful in the dim lamplight and her head was back,
eyes closed and mouth open with the exertion.  Looking
at her mouth made Liz want to kiss it, so she did.  At
first a mother's kiss, light, just brushing the lips,
but Krista craved more contact and the two women
crushed their mouths together, tongues entwining
madly, spiralling into a passion aroused by their own
wickedness.

Krista came like this.  Liz felt her cum and released
her mouth and her hold.  Krista slumped, panting on
the bed, then opened her eyes and looked at her mother
strangely.

'Was that like you and Dad?' she asked

'Yes, exactly,' replied Liz and kissed her lover
again....

END

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