Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 15:17:00 -0700
From: Jan 0 <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Only a mother's voice (incest f/F)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a teenager and her mother. If this
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Only a mother's voice
By
Jan
Michelle went to school with a Scandinavian girl named
Ruth and with time they became close friends. She thought
Ruth was very attractive. By the time they were teenagers Ruth
was the most physically developed girl in school. All the boys
were falling all over themselves trying to impress her. But
Ruth came from a very religious family and didn't show much
interest in their macho displays.
Ruth's mother and father were very physically
impressive people. They were both tall and extremely healthy
looking individuals. The father had a ruddy complexion and
sandy blonde hair. He was a cod fisherman that sailed from the
local Northern Ontario area. The mother, named Mary, stood at
least five-feet ten. To describe her appearance would be to
describe what every soprano that ever aspired to be Bruennhilde
in Richard Wagner's Der Ring des Nibelungen (The Ring
Cycle) would die to look like. She had the body of a Viking
Goddess. It was a strong figure with broad hips and breasts that
had to be at least F-cups. It was little wonder that Michelle
developed a crush on the woman and often used her image as
she masturbated.
Mary attracted attention where ever she went. She never
wore makeup and her golden hair was always worn up in a
chignon (bun). She never wore shorts, pants or slacks. It was
always a dress that hung below her knees. She had to make her
own clothes because her breasts were so large. If it were not for
that she could buy a size 12 dress off the rack.
Mary had a voice to match her figure. When she sang in
the local church choir she was the center of attention. Her
voice was good enough to have sung professionally. Other than
the joy she exuded when she sang publicly she was the picture
of the perfect prim and proper lady. She was a very quite,
nurturing, motherly type.
Michelle felt that Mary held her at a distant but that may
have been because Mary could not help but notice the attraction
Michelle had for her.
When she and Ruth were sixteen Ruth may have been
developing into the physical image of her mother but she was
not nearly as reserved as her mom. She was becoming a bit of a
party girl. Out of sight of her parents she was known to drink
and smoke and it was rumored that more than one boy in the
village had fondled her breasts and sampled the other pleasures
of her body.
Michelle had tried a number of times to make passes at
her but Ruth did not respond to her advances. She did not
reproach her for her efforts but was just not interested in
experimenting with lesbian sex. Ruth confided to her however,
that a woman she worked with at the mall had given her flowers
so Michelle knew that she was not the only female who found
her friend to be sexually desirable.
About this time Ruth's father tragically died on an April
fishing trip. Apparently the ice he was standing on gave way
under him and he plunged to his death in the frigid waters
below. His fishing buddy survived to relate what happened. So
this beautiful woman at about 40-years of age was suddenly hit
hard with the reality of being a widow.
It was a hard time for both mother and daughter. The
void left in their lives was very hard to fill. It was only natural
that they clung to each other for comfort. As much as their
church members tried to console them by coming over to visit
and comfort them it only served to increased their loneliness
and their dependence on one another.
One night Ruth was unable to sleep and she thought she
heard her mother crying in her bedroom. She got up and
walked down the hall and tapped on the door. Her mother tried
to assure Ruth that she was alright but Ruth opened the door
and slipped in just to be sure.
She found her mother curled up in a fetal position with
her husband's pillow clutched tightly in her arms. It was as if
she were trying to comfort herself by absorbing the smell of his
pillow.
Ruth moved to her father's side of the bed and lifted the
covers. She crawled into bed and moved close to her mother,
wrapping her arms around her. The pillow was in the way of
them touching and her mother flung the pillow away as if the
smell was no longer important. She cradled Ruth's head in the
crook of her arm instead.
Ruth kissed her on the cheek and tasted the salty tearstain
she found there. They were both sobbing in no time. It was
Mary that started stroking the long wavy hair of her daughter to
comfort her. Like with most mothers it was a jester she had
done many times when Ruth was a child.
Ruth felt the soft body pressed against her own. The
walk down the hall had cooled her body off enough that her
mother's body felt very warm indeed. She snuggled up closer
to her. The silken nightgown seemed as slippery as butter on
her cheek as she clung to her like she had as a child with her
cheek was resting against her mother's left breast. As they
cuddled there her nose touched the nipple under the gown. It
felt somehow exciting and she opened her mouth and sought
out the nipple with her mouth.
When her mother felt her daughter's mouth encircle her
nipple through her gown she was shocked but she did not move
for a while. The time seemed to stand still. It could have been
as short as a heartbeat or minutes before she reacted. The feel
of the warm mouth toying with her nipple was pleasurable and
she felt guilty about the sexual thrill rush through her body.
After all her breasts were her husband's favorite play
things when they were alone. He had always sucked on them
and kneaded the softness of each bag before he presented his
hard cock and began fucking her. She knew that she should
push Ruth away and stop what she was doing but she really
missed having her nipples sucked.
As Mary lay there struggling with the right and wrong of
her daughter's actions, she felt Ruth pull the top of her gown
down to expose one of her breasts. When she felt the wet
mouth on her nipple she gave up her resistance and reveled in
the thrill of having her nipple sucked once more. She could not
avoid the awaking of the sexual thrill her daughter's mouth was
providing her.
Mary had heard about lesbian sex before but had never
thought she would find it to be part of her life. After all her
religious upbringing condemned all sexual acts that was not
meant to conceive children and sex between partners of the
same sex was thought to be an abomination. The added guilt
of this being an incestual act only served to increase the
forbiddances of it all.
Despite her knowledge of the sin they were committing
she could not bring herself to stop her daughter from suckling
her tit. She only moaned and passively repositioned herself
when her daughter exposed the other breast so that she could
play with it as well.
Ruth had never had sex with a woman or girl before but
she had let several different boys suck on her tits and she knew
how arousing it could be. Now that she had her mother's nipple
in her mouth and she could sense her mother's acceptance of
what she was doing she wanted to find out more about this
thing called lesbian sex.
Ruth had noticed the aroma of her mother's vagina
before when she walked close by her. Now she smelled the
unmistakable odor rising from under the covers to fill her nose
as the odor of a woman in sexual heat. Tentatively she wrapped
her legs around her mother's thigh and worked her knee up and
down in an action that was lifting the nightgown up her
mother's body.
In short order her naked knee was rubbing against her
mother's pubic hair. Mary moaned as she felt the knee
touching her cunt. Her sexual need was taking control of her
completely. It had been such a long time since her cunt was
invaded by anything other than her own fingers and she wanted
more. Guilt had no meaning to her at this point.
She spread her legs in a welcoming jester when she felt
her daughter's hand working its way down her body towards
her opening. She almost climaxed when she felt Ruth's fingers
working between her labia and touching her clit.
Ruth was no stranger to masturbation and knew exactly
were to touch to produce the maximum pleasure. When she
was not letting a boy diddle her clit she was doing it to herself.
She found her mother's hooded clit and used her index finger to
excite the little nub as a steady flow of slippery fluid began to
seep from her mothers crack. The odor got stronger and Ruth
found she was unable to resist the temptation to find out how
that slit tasted. She released her control of the nipple much to
her mother's regret and put her head under the covers and
turned her body so that she could get her mouth on her mother's
pussy.
She covered as much of the pubic mound with her mouth
as she could. Then she sought out the crack through the hairy
mat that covered it. When she found the clitoris with the tip of
her tongue she marveled at how stiff and slippery it felt. As she
sucked and chewed on her mother's labia the woman found
herself seeking out her daughter's cunt with her own hand.
Ruth got on her knees and spread them to allow her
mother better access to her crotch as she continued lapping at
her mother's pussy. It was as if she wanted to capture every
drop of her mother's honey dripping from the walls of her
vagina. Mary could not restrain herself for very long and she
climaxed with a loud exclamation of joy. She extolled Ruth to
suck her harder as she bucked her hips off the bed. The level of
orgasm she experienced was greater than anything she had ever
attained when riding her husband's erection. Every nerve
ending in her body became electric and her cunt became the
center of her universe.
The knowledge that she had just made her mother cum
had Ruth so excited that she climaxed too. She closed her legs
on her mother's hand trapping it in between her legs as her
orgasm swept over her. The only thing left for the two lovers to
do was cuddle up in each other's arms as they fell asleep.
In the morning Mary woke up and felt the heat of a body
next to hers. She felt much the same way as she had other
mornings after her husband had fucked her the night before.
For a fleeting moment she thought that it was her husband lying
there. Then she opened her eyes and saw that it was Ruth. The
memory of what they had done overwhelmed her. The guilt
was so strong that she started to cry.
Ruth opened her eyes and looked up at her mother's face.
She lifted her head from the soft tit and kissed her mother on
the mouth. Her mother tried to tell her that what they had done
was terribly wrong but the girl was having none of it.
Ruth didn't argue with her but she sought out her
mother's pussy with her fingers and inserted three of them
between the still moist folds. In no time her mother was
panting in her sexual desire. Mary found that she could not
resist her daughter. This time Ruth flung back the covers and
turned around on the bed so that she could straddle her mother's
head. In a classic 69 position she returned to sucking her
mother's willing pussy. When Mary was looking up at the
strawberry blonde pubic hair of her daughter's pussy and the
puckered rose bud that was her rectum she completely
surrendered and opened her mouth to receive her daughter's
cunt. She tasted a female's pussy for the first time and found it
deliciously sweet. The mother and daughter took their time
making oral love to each other. After they each had cum they
agreed that they should at least shower before talking about
what to do.
They headed for the bathroom and heated up the water,
while they removed their nightgowns and brushed their teeth.
Mary was first to enter the shower and was making the final
adjustment when the door opened and Ruth entered. Mary was
about to object but gave up and took a washcloth and rubbed a
bar of soap into it until there was a rich lather. Then she went
about washing her body. She was just lifting each tit in turn to
wash under them when she felt something warm on her butt.
When she turned she saw a yellow stream flowing from
Ruth's cunt. It was arching and landing on her leg. She was
shocked to see her daughter pissing on her leg. Why would she
be doing that to her. Then she felt her own bladder tell her that
she had not peed either. She wanted to use the toilet but she
knew she could not rinse off the soap and dry in time so she let
go and a dark yellow stream flowed from her body. It splashed
against the tile wall and splattered onto her and Ruth's legs.
Ruth stuck her hand into the stream and felt the warm liquid
flow over her hand. Mary tried to cut the flow off but when she
relaxed it flowed again.
When the flow trickled to a stop and only a few drops
were dripping from her pubic hair Ruth lifted her hand to her
nose to smell the ammonia odor of the salty wash.
Her mother was embarrassed that her daughter smelled
her pee. But that was forgotten when Ruth took her washcloth
and started washing her mother's crotch. Her fingers parted the
labia and washed the membrane of her vagina walls. Mary was
so horny by then that she backed up against the cold tile wall
and locked her spread legs in a manner that said "come fill me".
Ruth knelt in front of her mother and used both hands to
part the freshly washed cunt. She took her first real look at a
cunt and satisfied herself where mother's urethra was located.
She even tried to stick the tip of her tongue in the hole. It was
not large enough to enter but the feel of her tongue probing and
moving inside her soon had her mother cumming. Ruth got to
taste her mother's lubricating juice without the added flavor of
urine and dead skin and sweat and she found it delightfully
appealing.
Mary was lost in her sexual ecstasy. When she recovered
from her orgasm she pressed Ruth against the wall and knelt in
front of her and tasted her daughter's pussy again. The girl's
body reminded her of her own when she was that age and she
spent several minutes exploring it with her hands and mouth.
They soon felt the water getting cold. They had been in
the shower so long that all of the hot water had been used up.
The longer they remained under the spray the colder it got.
Finally they gave up and turned off the water.
They dried each other and put on some clothing. They
made breakfast together and as they ate they talked about what
they should do about what they had done. Mary wanted to put
it behind her and return to the way they had always been. Ruth
on the other hand found that she loved lesbian sex and wanted
to have sex with her mother as often as she possible.
Ruth knew it was a waist of time to argue with her
mother. She felt if she let it drop now, the next time she felt
like having sex with her that she could seduce her by simply
feeling her up like boys did to her before she let them into her
panties.
Mary tried to keep her distance for the next couple of
days; however, she was doing the laundry one afternoon when
Ruth got home from school. She sang out a greeting and told
her where she was. Ruth dropped her books on the dinning
table and followed the voice to the service porch that acted as a
washroom and mudroom when they came in the back door so
that muddy rubbers would not track up the carpet.
She greeted her mother with a kiss on the cheek. Her
mother had an arm full of bed sheets that she was about to put
in the washer. The floor was mounded high with piles of
laundry whites, colored and delicate.
Ruth took the opportunity to slip a hand between her
mother's legs and stroke her pussy. Mary let out a shriek and
dropped her laundry. She tried to close her legs but it was too
late. Her daughter's hand was trapped between her legs. It
only took a second to stuff her dress and panties between her
labia. Ruth giggled and stroked her a few times until her
mother was breathing hard. When she relaxed Ruth lifted her
finger to her nose and smelled her mother's juice.
Mary was about to protest her daughter's conduct when
Ruth grabbed her by the neck and pulled her face down to
where she could kiss her on the mouth. When she felt her
daughter's tongue entering her mouth she lost all control and
hugged Ruth tightly to her body.
Ruth lowered her mother to the pile of dirty clothes and
knelt over her and unbuttoned the dress. Her mother had a full
slip on so it took some work for Ruth to roll her around until
she had her down to her bra and panties.
As large as her own breasts were they were no match for
her mother's. Just one of her bra cups was as large as her
mother's head. She could not help wondering how much water
each cup would hold. She could not resist licking the surface of
each breast until they were shining with her saliva. Mary was
stroking her daughter's hair and whispering to her about how
much she wanted her to love her. All thoughts of stopping her
were forgotten. They were no longer mother and daughter.
They were simply two women in heat.
When Ruth removed her mother's panties she didn't
resist. She wrapped her legs around her daughter's neck and
urged her to go to work on her pussy. That was the last time
Mary ever talked to Ruth about the inappropriateness of their
sexual relationship. Ruth moved into her mother's bed where at
least one of them made love to the other most nights.
It was not long before Ruth invited Michelle to her home
because she wanted help with her homework. Michelle was
pleased to be with her. She sensed that there was a change in
their relationship and in the way that Ruth treated her mother.
In the past Ruth would have never told her mother what she
wanted or what to do but now she was ordering her to get her a
snack and to be quick about it.
At one point when Ruth was passing behind her mother
Michelle saw her slip her hand between her mother's butt crack
and run it up the valley of her ass. Ruth must have thought she
was not in a position to see her actions.
Michelle was shocked to see her do that and was
surprised that the only response from Mary was a smile and a
blush. She continued working at the kitchen sink as if nothing
had happened.
When Michelle and Ruth were alone in her room it was
Ruth that brought up sex this time. She asked Michelle if she
had ever had sex with a woman before. Michelle blushed and
said she had only read about that kind of sex but that she
thought about what it would be like.
Ruth said. "If you want to find out what a pussy tastes
like I am ready to let you suck mine."
Michelle almost pissed her pants when she heard that.
She asked if she was teasing her or what?
Ruth sat on the side of her bed after she reached under
her skirt and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
When she sat down on the bed she held her dress in her hand so
that Michelle could see the strawberry blonde hair on her pussy
mound. She invited her friend to come closer and inspect her
vagina. Michelle nervously knelt in front of her friend and took
hold of both knees and moved her face between the creamy
thighs.
This was the first time she ever got to play with a pussy
other than her own and she wanted to get a good look at
everything. Ruth flung her legs over her shoulders and pulled
down forcing Michelle's face into her pussy. Poor Michelle
was in heaven as her face contacted the soft folds of her friend's
mound. She reached between her own legs to play with her
own pussy while she drove her tongue deep into Ruth's cunt.
Michelle almost swallowed her own tongue when she
heard the door open. When she jerked her head around she saw
Mary standing in the door with a plate of sandwiches in her
hands. The woman almost dropped the plate at the shock of
seeing her daughter's best friend between her legs sucking her
pussy.
Ruth told her mother to come on in. Mary moved almost
like a robot as she did as she was told. She placed the plate on
the computer desk and stood there as Ruth stroked the dark hair
of her best friend and reassured her that everything was all
right.
Mary tried to object when Ruth told her to show Michelle
what she looked like but she obediently began removing her
clothing. She was almost crying by the time she was naked and
poor Michelle was overcome with a combination of shock and
lust at the thought of being so close to a naked woman she had
fantasies about many times.
Ruth told Mary to sit next to her on the bed and wait for
instructions. When she was ready Ruth held one of her heavy
breast up for Michelle to inspect. Ruth kissed her mother on
the mouth while Michelle explored the adult woman she had
desired for the past six years. She heard Mary moan when her
tongue found her clit. She looked up with her mouth full of
pussy and saw that Ruth was still kissing her mother and that
she was flipping her nipples with her fingers until they looked
hard little rubber erasers. Ruth was the one to lay her mother
on her back. Then she got up and mounted her mother's head
while Michelle continued sucking Mary's pussy. To Michelle's
delight she was able to watch as Mary thrust out her tongue and
licked her pussy when Ruth told her to do it.
Michelle called home on her cell phone to get approval to
sleep over at Ruth's home that night. Mary was a little
breathless when she was handed the phone to assure Michelle's
mother that it was no trouble. The love making moved to the
bed of mother and daughter and lasted all night. They explored
every possible way three women could make love to each other.
In order to make a daisy chain the three of them had to lie
on their sides and lift on leg to expose their pussy to the mouth
of the woman sucking on it mother sucking daughter, daughter
sucking Michelle and Michelle sucking Mary. After they
recovered from a climax they reversed positions mother sucking
Michelle, Michelle sucking Ruth and Ruth tongue fucking her
mother.
After that first experience, whenever Michelle sat in
church listing to Mary singing her panties got wet thinking
about it felt with that voice singing into her pussy.
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