Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 20:11:09 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Mothers Day Gift (lesbian / incest , f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains 
descriptions of explicit sexual acts incest between a 
teenager and her mother.  If this type of content 
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                   Mothers Day Gift
                         By
                        Jan

	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 
than pimples.

	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 
release.

	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 
masturbating.

	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 
pussy.

	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 
lately.

	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 
years."

	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 
anymore."

	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 
age."

	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 
them.  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 
predictable.

	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 
scented cleavage.  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 
smooth flesh.

	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 
more time.




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