Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 18:39:30 -0700
From: Fiona Morgan <fionamorgan2008@gmail.com>
Subject: Like Peaches, Part 1

Susan arrives home from college happy to be visiting her mom, and wanting
to share everything that she had experienced in her first term.  In
addition to new friends, new ideas, and a new town, she had had sex with a
woman. She isn't sure if she is a lesbian, but she knows that she wants do
it again.

Her mother, Joan, is not very sexually experienced, so Susan wonders what
her reaction will be. But because they are close, and Susan has always been
able to be open with her, she knows that she won't keep this wonderful news
to herself.

She needn't have worried. Susan simply says, "Mom, I had sex with a woman
and liked it," and Joan just smiles and pats her hand. "You always were one
to do what you wanted, dear." They laugh, and smile with their eyes at each
other.

"What is she like? What's her major?"

Susan chats on about her friend, but while she does, she is surprised to
notice that she is looking at her mother's breasts under her robe. It
shocks that her desire for women doesn't stop at her mom. She decides to
learn more about her mother's experience. She is suddenly overcome with
curiosity.


"...And, well, I really loved it when she sucked my breasts. Did you ever
do anything like that with a woman?"

"The only woman who sucked my breasts was you," her mom replied, "But it
did feel pretty good." Joan is a little embarrassed that she says that, but
it's been said and she can't take it back. She sort of touches her
daughter's arm when she says that and their eyes meet for a second too
long.

Susan says again that it felt so good to have her breasts sucked and
fondled by a woman, and since she is a little drunk, she touches her own
breasts in the memory of it. "Mom, when she sucked my nipples, I could feel
it in my.... down there." You've never felt that before? "

"Oh, no honey, your father wasn't like that at all. I never felt anything
like that. Mostly I liked when he was finished and he'd hold me from behind
and cuddle."

Susan takes another gulp of wine and leans forward. "Mom, would you like to
feel that? Because I would totally like to show you want I felt."

"Oh no honey, that wouldn't be right. "

"Come on, why not? I sucked on your breasts when I was a baby. " The
daughter leans forward and with her finger begins to open her mother's
robe.

Joan pulls her robe tighter around her. "Now, don't, you can't do that. "

"Are you sure? " and Susan pulls open the robe and looks at her mother's
full breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Please, let me suck them
again? Please? "

"No, dear." But Susan can tell that she doesn't mean it. She leans all the
way forward and kisses her mother's nipple. She hears her mother take a
sharp breath. Then she opens her mouth, and puts her lips around her
mother's nipple.

Her mothers' nipple is in her mouth, and she rubs her tongue on it, and
instantly feels her mother's areola begin to tighten. She puts her other
hand on her mothers' other breast and lifts it slightly, then squeezes it,
and then rubs the nipple with her thumb.  She feels her mothers legs open
slightly.

"Honey, ok, that's enough. " The daughter responds by sucking harder and
squeezing harder. "Come on baby, you shouldn't be doing that. " The
daughter pulls her lips away and looks into her mother's eyes. She doesn't
take her hand away. "But mom, doesn't that feel good? " Her mother just
looks back at her. Her daughter kisses her, keeping her mouth closed. She
kisses her mother longer, and harder, and when her mother opens her mouth
of her own free will, she knows what will happen tonight.

Susan's tongue slips past her mother's, and loves finding the softness
there.  She has kissed other women before, and she has kissed her mother,
but this was the most loving and exciting kiss of her life. She feels her
body heat rise, and her heart pounds. She is kissing her mother and
touching her breast! Her mother pulls away a little, and Susan stops
kissing her.

"Susan, I..."

"Mom, please," and she kisses her again, moving closer to her on the couch,
sitting as close as she can and pressing her mother's body against the back
of the couch. She puts her arm around her mother's neck, and with her other
hand she opens her mother's robe, and watches her hand cradle her mother's
breast in her palm. She can't believe she is doing this.

She kisses her mother again, holds her close, and she feels her mother's
hands on her, tentative at first, and then stronger, holding her tighter as
they kiss more.

Kissing her mother is sending sparks of light down to her pussy. She has
never thought of this before... well, no, she has imagined it. Now that her
mother's tongue is really in her mouth, and she is kissing her mother she
has to remember that she has had thoughts, but knew they were wrong. She
pulls away from a kiss so she can look at her mother's eyes again. Her
mother is afraid but not resisting. She puts her tongue all around her
mother's beautiful lips as if her tongue was lipstick, kisses her mother,
and then smiles at her.

"Susan, honey, this doesn't bother you? I don't want to do anything
that..."

"Bother's me? Oh Mom, can't you feel it?"

"Yes, honey, I'm feeling.... it, but it's wrong."

"What's wrong about this? I'm grown now. I've already had sex with a
woman--and men!"

"I know but a mother isn't supposed to...."

"Mom, let me suck your breasts again, please, I have to."

Susan turns and lays in her mother's lap, putting her mouth to her mother's
breast like a baby. She lays cradled in her mother's arm, one hand on her
mother's free breast, rubbing the nipple, squeezing her breast, pulling on
it.  And with her mouth, she nurses, she pulls, she sucks, she gently
bites. She looks up at her mother, and her mother smiles, not a mother's
smile, but a lover's smile, a smile of love and desire.

Joan watches her daughter's mouth on her nipple, and is caught in a memory
of two decades before when this same grown woman was a tiny child, and
remembers the love and connection she felt then, the protection she
felt. She has done a good job as a mother; her daughter is healthy, and
strong, with a sense of herself and her value to the world. She is well on
her way into womanhood. Joan gently moves Susan's hair away from her face
and caresses her cheek, and runs her hair through her fingers. She is
actually watching her daughter at her breast again, and it is the most
beautiful and stimulating moment of her life.

"You are so beautiful there, my girl," she says. Susan sucks harder and
Joan throws her head back with a gasp. Susan pinches her nipple and she
thinks that Joan might soon have an orgasm. She has had them, but never
from another person before. She breathes faster, and moves her hips under
her daughter's body.

Susan does not let her go higher, though. She slows her touches, and her
lips, and takes her mouth away from her breast. She turns onto her back and
pulls off her sweatshirt to reveal her own full breasts.

"Have you ever seen my breasts, mom? "

"No, I haven't Susan, not since you were a girl."

Susan picks up her breasts in her hands. "Didn't I tell you how much I
loved having them sucked? Didn't that feel wonderful?"

Joan stares at her daughter's breasts, and thinks of peaches, large
peaches.  They were so much rounder than she thought breasts could possibly
be, and with tiny nipples that already seem very erect. Suddenly, she
doesn't know what to do with her hands. She wants to touch her daughter's
breasts, but can't bring herself to do it.

Susan reads that desire in her mother's eyes. "Please mom, they are aching
for you." She takes her mother's hand and strokes across her hard nipple.

"Oh my god, mom. Oh!"

Joan lets Susan move her hand as she wishes, and she moans. Then on her own
she grabs her daughter's breast and squeezes it.

"Oh, it is so soft," she says with surprise.  "So soft, and..."

Words stop. She is fondling her daughter. She is feeling her up.  She is
molesting her daughter? No, not this. Her daughter is old enough, but it
still feels wrong. And it feels perfectly right.

She watches her fingers on her daughter's body, stroking and pressing and
holding, and touching her like she shouldn't but is anyway.  Susan moans
and gasps, sighs, and smiles. She pulls her mother down to her and they
kiss again.

Joan slides her body down so they lay on the couch together. Susan presses
one leg slightly between her mother's legs and she opens them. They wrap
their arms and legs around each other and pull each other close, their
breasts pressed against each other, their hands all over each other's
backs, waist, heads, breasts. Their mouths opened wide and Susan presses
her tongue into her mother's mouth, over and over again, as if she were
fucking her mother with her tongue. Joan opens wide to her daughter's lust,
and presses her pussy bone against her daughter's. Susan pulls her tongue
back between her own lips, and Joan's follows.

Tentatively at first, she fucks her daughter's mouth with her tongue, then
gives into the desire. She presses her tongue into her daughter, over and
over again, and Susan opens, she opens everything. She feels her lips down
below opening, opening to what will come, soon, from her mother, her
mother's desire for her own daughter.

While they kiss, so deeply, mother and daughter, Susan pulls her mother on
top of her and opens her legs until Joan's bone is resting against
hers. Susan's tongue slides in and out between her mother's open lips and
she gently rocks her hips against her mother's body.  She is surprised to
feel her mother's body begin to move with hers, and soon she is lost in the
dance of it. Tongues and bodies together.

Susan becomes aware of her clit, and wants it to be touched.  She realizes
she is still wearing her jeans skirt, but it has been folded up around her
thighs. She gently puts her hand on top of her mother's which is on her
breast. Her mother pulls a away a little.

"Oh, should I..."

"No, mom, I love that, I just want..."

And she holds her mother's hand and strokes her waist with it, down to her
leg and the edge of the skirt. She pushes her hips up, pressing her pussy
into her mother's.

"Touch me," she says, and moves out from under her mother a little so Joan
is lying next to her. Her mother tries to speak again, but her daughter
kisses her and puts her mother's hand up her skirt and her fingers against
her pussy. Her thong is soaking wet, and hot. Her mother again tries to say
something, but her daughter holds her tighter against her mouth with one
hand, and rubs her mother's fingers against her clit. She shakes with
pleasure, and then puts her mother's fingers right in her pussy, and rubs
them up and down.

Joan gives in. Her daughter wants this, obviously, and will tell her when
to stop. She begins to kiss her daughter more gently, as she explores her
daughter with her finger. Her slender finger touches the inner lips, up and
down, and she kisses her daughter's face, her daughter's eyes, her cheeks,
her neck. She finds her daughter's clit, and strokes one side and then the
other very lightly.

"Oh Mom, that feels so good."

She slides her fingers down into Susan's wetness and brings up more juice,
moving her finger in a circle around around her clit.

"Oh mom, that feels so good."

More circles.

"Oh, don't stop."

More circles, and Susan moves her clit in coordination with her mother's
finger tip.

"Yes, mom, yes. like that." More touching, more juice.

"Mom, you're going to make me come."

Joan is dazed. She is touching her daughter as a mother should not, yet she
would never stop. Her daughter is about to come under her fingers, and she
is listening to her. Listening to her words, so sweet as they are
whispered, "Mom, yes, like that, please, don't stop, yes, so good, so
good." And she is listening to her daughter's body. Her clit presses up
into her finger, and then away. She doesn't need to know how to do this,
she just needs to be receptive.

"Mom, yes, oh, oh, I'm going to come. Make me come, mama, yes, mom, mama
oh. "

Joan, kisses her daughter as she moans and comes, gasping and crying,
holding on to her mother as she shakes and dances, pressing her clit into
her mother's finger and then pulling away as she rides her orgasm's
waves. Joan can't believe her ears, to hear her daughter's sighs of
pleasure. Love swells in her, and she covers her daughter with kisses. As
the waves subside, she cups her hand around Susan's pussy.

But Susan is not about to stop now. Her first orgasm always gets her
started.  Joan lies on Susan's chest, her hand on one perfect breast. But
after just a few minutes rest, Susan asks, "Mom, can we go to your room? "
Instead of protesting, as she was about to, she simply says, "Yes."

Joan gets up off the couch and looks down at her daughter, flushed,
topless, skirt around her waist, naked legs open. She holds out her hand.

Susan takes it, rises, and steps out of her skirt and thong. Her mother
looks at her naked body, even her hairless pussy. She pulls her robe around
her.

"Come here, honey." She takes Susan's hand and leads her into her bedroom.

Susan enters her mother's bedroom, and notes that it is as it has always
been, but will never be the same. Because she is about to get into her
mother's bed as a lover, not a child. Her mother is at the bed, folding
back her blankets, and opening them. She takes off her robe and climbs onto
the bed, holding open the sheets.

"Come in honey." Susan climbs in under her mother's arm, and the sheets
descend around her, so comforting, and warm. Her mother kisses her again,
and with desire. Susan opens her mouth to those kisses and in seconds
mother and daughter are again kissing and stroking everywhere, squeezing
breasts and ass and pushing legs between and over. They roll around,
sometimes Susan on top, sometimes Joan. They both say to each other, "I
love you" and kiss deeply each time they do.

Susan puts her fingers into her own pussy lips and then in to her mother's
mouth.  "Taste how wet I am for you, mother."

Joan sucks on Susan's fingers. She has never tasted a woman's juice before,
not even her own. She realizes what Susan is suggesting. Her own pussy is
yet untasted by anyone, yet her daughter wants her to kiss her there. To
put her mouth on another woman's vulva, her own daughter's. She knows she
will. She will be like her daughter, and do what she wants to do.

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