Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 22:46:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sally 34 <sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Pleasant Surprise

A Pleasant Surprise
by Sally

Themes: Incest - daughter/mother

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A Pleasant Surprise

There was something overtly sexual about her mother's
hairy pussy Linda felt.  It was wantonly hairy; hair
stretched to her navel in thick black tufts and,
presumably, although she had ever seen it, filled the
crack between her buttocks too.  Unlike her mother's
luxuriant growth, Linda's thatch was a mere shrub, a
light brown tuft above her vagina.  This worried
Linda.  Even at 35 she did not yet feel like a true
woman and still, crazily, half-expected her pubic hair
to grow more.  She supposed she must have inherited
her pubic hair genes from her father, though she had
not glimpsed him naked since one embarrassing incident
twenty years earlier when she had burst into the
bathroom through an unlocked door.  She had glimpsed
his fat white cock lying snug in the greasy hair of
his balls and had fled immediately, unable to even
apologise.  Her mother's black curls, however, she
would be in close proximity to early every Sunday
morning when they would go for their family swim
before church.  Linda and her sister Gemma would be
cooped up in a tiny cubicle while their mother changed
into her bathing outfit.  It was unlikely, but Linda
seemed to remember always being face to face with the
hairy beast while she changed.  There, deep in the
growth, was a promise of something fleshy...

Linda would not be thinking about her mother's hairy
pussy if it weren't for the fact that once again, some
twenty-five years later she was now looking at it
again.  Her mother had aged, true, but time had hardly
touched her pussy, except maybe for a touch of grey
here and there....

After her father had died, Linda had gone back home to
be the dutiful daughter; Gemma having succeeded in
marrying and running off to the other side of the
world.  Linda had never married.  A succession of
unsuccessful affairs, first with men, then women, had
left her single and unattached.  Her mother had said
she didn't need her, but the truth was she had let her
husband run her life and she was happy to let him.
She was now helpless, unsure where the money was, how
to pay bills or do anything for that matter.  Linda,
grudgingly at first, but then with more enthusiasm,
moved back in with her mother and took over her
affairs.  Linda saw herself as her mother's protector.
 She saw how happy it made her mother to be looked
after and that made her happy too.  Looking after
mother made her forget her own problems.

Eventually though she grew restless.  She was
mid-thirties and wanted to start dating again.  Her
mother tried to fix her up with sons of her friends,
usually getting over their first or even second
divorce.  Linda had to turn down her mother's offers
politely but firmly.  Eventually she decided to have
`The Chat' with her mother and told her that she was
gay.  Her mother, who had probably suspected something
like it after meeting some of her previous
`girlfriends' was quite sweet about the whole thing,
but still had a lingering hope that Linda would
deliver up some grandchildren from somewhere.  Linda
had kissed her mother on the cheek and her mother had
been pleasantly surprised as they had never been a
physically close family.  Linda had felt like a weight
was off her shoulders after telling her mother.  She
could bring friends home and not have to make any
stupid excuses about them `sleeping over' in the same
room.

Linda still didn't have much success.  She picked up a
younger woman at a gay bar but the girl, Cath, seemed
to only want sex, sex and more sex.  It was great for
a couple of weeks, although Linda's cunt had never
been so vigorously abused in all its poor life.  The
trouble was that Cath was an airhead and Linda could
see that, apart from the great sex, they had nothing
in common.

Her mother was sweet around Cath, though Linda could
see that she did not really know how to act around
them; whether to keep up the pretence that they were
`friends' or treat them as lovers.  Cath was pretty
crass about the whole thing; she'd come waltzing
downstairs in the morning after staying the night
wearing just a short vest and panties, fling her arms
around Linda and stick her tongue in her ear whether
Linda's mother was in the room or not.  Linda looked
at her mother's awkward face and gave a kind of
embarrassed shrug.  Cath was also pretty vocal in the
bedroom too.  Linda would be between Cath's legs as
she habitually liked to be, eating out her little
`vixen', as she called her, but as she started to
orgasm, Cath would start moaning and groaning and even
vocalising, "Eat me lover, make me come!"  The walls
in the house weren't that thick and Linda prayed her
mother was asleep or at least had the good sense to
put a pillow over her head....

Cath would then lie next to Linda on the bed, put
three fingers inside her and fuck her vigorously while
she whispered filthy things into her ear.  Linda had
never met a girl so sexual before.  Normally in her
few relationships with women the sex had been
secondary, but with Cath it came first by a long way.
Cath could not seem to get enough of her.  Linda was
deeply flattered at first, but then realised it was
probably more a need that Cath had than anything to do
with her.

Cath was fucking Linda this way when she started to
whisper to her about Linda's mother.

"I caught your mother looking at me today," whispered
Cath.

Linda was momentarily put off from the enjoyable
sensations.  She new Cath was bullshitting her as she
usually did in these fantasy sessions, but the mention
of her mother was disturbing.

"She fancies me," continued Cath.

Linda let herself relax into the sensations of Cath's
talented fingers and her hot breath tickling her ear.

"She wants to see me naked," breathed Cath.  "She
lusts after me.  She's in her room, masturbating,
right now, thinking about my sweet....  naked...  body."

The image Cath painted was certainly clear in Linda's
mind.  Her mind went back to her mother.  She imagined
her lying on her bed with her fingers deep in that
black bush.

"She wants me," Cath teased.  "Right now.  More than
you.  In fact, I'm going to her now...."

Cath stopped fucking Linda and started to get off the
bed.

Linda's heart jumped and she grabbed Cath's wrist.

"No! No fucking way!" she hissed.

Cath simply laughed and jumped back on the bed with
Linda.

"Christ, you really thought I was going then didn't
you?" exclaimed Cath, looking at Linda's flushed face.

Linda was embarrassed and couldn't hide it.

Cath kissed Linda's lips, parting them slightly with
her tongue.

"Mmmm, you really thought I was going to see your old
mom and give her one of my `specials' didn't you?"

Linda, recovered now, said, perhaps a little too
bitterly, "It wouldn't surprise me.  You're capable of
anything."

Cath liked teasing Linda like this and went at her
with renewed enthusiasm.



The next day Linda had a chance to be alone with her
mother as her mother stood folding clothes and putting
them in her wardrobe.  Linda stood watching her smooth
movements for a while and then asked her what she
thought of Cath.  Her mother hesitated and dodged
around the subject by saying, "She seems like a nice
girl."

Linda wanted to force the issue and said, "But not for
me, right?"

"I didn't say that..." her mother said, and trailed off.

"Not in so many words!" said Linda who was feeling in
a mood to tease her mother today.

"It's difficult for me to judge," her mother started,
then she said, "I don't like to think of anyone taking
you away from me."

Linda was surprised, her mother had never so openly
acknowledged how much she needed her before.  She
looked at her mother and saw her lower lip trembling.

"Christ mom, I'm not going anywhere!  Cath's just,
Cath's just..." but she couldn't think of a word to
describe what Cath was to her.

Her mother tried to smile but she looked so vulnerable
that Linda put her arms round her.

"It's just that after your father died I can't stand
to lose anyone again.  You've really taken his place
for me Linda."

Linda felt proud that she had been able to do this for
her and held her in arms the way that her father used
to do.  She was a head taller than her mother and
cradled her mother's head on her shoulder and held it
with her hand and stroked her hair.  She could feel
her mother sobbing slightly.  Her mother untangled
herself and looked at Linda.

"It's not the fact that she's a woman, it's just that
I feel, well, jealous."

Linda was amazed.  Her mother was treating her like a
jealous wife would treat an errant husband.  She
looked in her mother's eyes and saw love and pain.

"Aw c'mon mom," Linda said. "You know it's only you I
love!"

Her mother searched her eyes for longer than was
comfortable.

"Do you?" asked her mother, quizzically.

Linda wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to
prove she did.  Her mother looked at her expectantly,
her arms hanging loosely at her sides, eyes puffy with
tears.  Instinctively she took hold of her mother's
arms and drew her nearer, looking her in her eyes.  A
strange silence descended.  She saw her mother's mouth
part slightly, her lips glisten.  Linda felt her own
heart miss a beat.  Gently, very gently, looking into
her mother's eyes for guidance the whole time, she
gently touched her own lips against her mothers.

She pulled back.  Her mother stood still, trembling
slightly.

"That much?" said Linda.

Her mother said nothing, so Linda moved her head
forwards until their lips brushed again.  This time
she lingered longer, parting her own lips slightly,
but still looking into her mother's eyes for guidance.
 Her mother offered no resistance or encouragement,
merely allowed herself to be kissed.

Linda's heart was beating madly.  She had never been
so aroused by anything or anyone in her life before.
Bringing up her arms to her mother's shoulders she
opened her lips wider and pushed her tongue deep into
her mother's mouth.  Only now did her mother respond
with her own urgent tongue meeting her daughter's.
Linda closed her eyes and let her mouth feast on her
mother's.  Great gobs of saliva built up inside her
mouth and she let them slide into her mother's.  She
felt close to wetting herself or orgasm, or both.

Linda was now breathing heavily and running her hand
up her mother's body.  Her mother was clinging tightly
to her, so dizzy she was afraid of falling.  When
their lips parted, just for a second, Linda managed to
croak, "Oh mother, I want to be your husband."

"Be it, be him," her mother pleaded.

This was all the encouragement Linda needed and she
half-carried, half-dragged her mother backwards onto
the bed.  There was only one thing she wanted one
thing that she had always wanted.  She pulled up her
mother's skirt while still kissing her and put her
hand inside her mother's panties.  She felt the
reassuring touch of her mother's bush and felt for the
lips of her pussy.  To her great satisfaction her
mother was soaking wet and she trailed her finger up
and down the wet lips.  Her mother moaned at her
touch.  Totally in charge now, though not in control,
Linda sat up and pulled down her mother's panties.
There was that beautiful, hairy pussy.  As invitingly
sexual as it had always been, almost despite itself.
It couldn't help it.  Like a large pair of breasts
invited stares, this hairy pussy just asked to be
licked.  Linda played with the cunt lips that lay
buried amongst the hair a little longer, teasing her
mother.

"Open your legs," she commanded, just managing to
control her voice.

Her mother obeyed and she was rewarded with the sight
of the hairiest cunt and arse she had ever seen.  It
was beautiful.

"Wider," demanded Linda of her mother and she obeyed,
bringing up her knees either side of her body,
exposing the fleshy lips of her vagina that lay buried
and the prefect crinkly brown hole of her anus.

It was like a banquet.  Linda simply didn't know where
to begin, so she knelt between her mother's legs and
took little licks and nibbles here and there; nuzzling
her face in the luxuriant hairy growth.  The smell and
the tastes were gorgeous.  She traced her tongue
lightly up and down the outer lips of her mother's
cunt whilst her mother shivered and moaned at every
touch.  It was like playing the most delicate,
responsive instrument she had ever played.  The cunt
lips were inviting but Linda could not resist flicking
her tongue over her mother's asshole to show she meant
business.  Her mother responded by holding her
buttocks apart with her hands, allowing Linda's tongue
to probe deeper.  But it was her mother's cunt that
she really wanted to lap, and, moving up, she now
buried her face deep between the thick, sticky lips
and deep into her mother's cunt.  She thrust her
tongue in as deep as she could and her nose filled
with sticky mucus too.  As she fucked her mother with
her tongue she felt, with great satisfaction, her
mother orgasm, again and again....


Later that night, when Cath teasingly suggested that
she might go and visit Linda's mother again, Linda
surprised her by saying, "Go on then, you never know,
you might be pleasantly surprised..."

END

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