Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 19:09:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: bonnie morrison <maidenformdd@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE PRICE FOR PASSION - 2

THE PRICE FOR PASSION-2      by  Bonnie Morrison

(Ff, inc, ws)

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Sarah seemingly has a growing sexual desire for her mother, but we don't
know if it's only because she misses her sister so much, and sees Renee
when she looks at her mother.  Jean is fighting with herself over what she
perceives to be a growing sexual desire for her daughter.  We don't know if
it's because she's lonely, or if a latent desire has begun to awaken within
her.  Perhaps these are moot points.  Only time will tell.  Chapter Two of
The Price for Passion, by Bonnie Morrison.  maidenformdd@yahoo.com


			THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 2


     When the cleaning was finished, Jean went into her bedroom and put the
photo on the dresser, then went into the kitchen for a drink of water.  She
was telling herself that her desire for Sarah was a perversion, and that
she had to put a stop to everything that had gone on for the previous two
weeks.  She thought about the nights and how she taunted Sarah as well as
herself.  She thought about how she had become more brazen each night,
finally removing her clothing and purposely standing naked before her
daughter, actually hoping to excite the girl.  Her excitement meant
excitement for Jean as she listened to her masturbating wantonly.  At
first, she told herself that it was innocent teen behavior which would
occur regardless, but as the nights passed, she saw herself being drawn
more and more into this illicit behavior until now she was desperate to
feel the pleasure as well.  But she knew it was wrong, and that she had to
stop it.  She hoped having the photo would give her enough of an edge to
head off what she knew was going to happen if their behavior didn't' stop,
and stop now.

     Jean lifted the hem of her dress and raised it up around her waist and
then put her hand on her bare crotch.  She hardly wore panties anymore,
since shaving herself.  She felt the moisture that had built up from her
thoughts.  Unconsciously she pushed a finger into her canal and moved it in
and out a few times absent-mindedly.  When she became aware of what she was
doing, she just looked down at herself and continued until she was in the
midst of an orgasm.  This is the way it was now.  Sometimes she would catch
herself masturbating, several times during the day.  She would always give
herself an orgasm, then afterward would feel so guilty and disgusted.  But
the next time the outcome was always the same.  She was very nervous about
the impending conversation.  For the first time in a long time, she knew
she wouldn't be in control of this talk.  She was well aware of how
persuasive her daughter could be, so she figured she'd better try and come
up with some way to express her thoughts convincingly.

     Jean tried rehearsing a few things she thought about saying to Sarah,
but gave up and decided the conversation would go however it went.  As a
schoolteacher, she had always rehearsed her presentations for the
classroom, but this was not school, and Sarah was not one of her pupils.
Their conversation should be spontaneous, she felt, and that's the way she
approached the issue.

     Jean was in the midst of preparing their dinner when Sarah arrived
home from Alison's house and the pool.  She was still wearing her swimsuit,
a bikini that showed off her well-blossomed figure.  Jean looked over at
her when she came into the kitchen and noted that she could see Sarah's
hard nipples through her top.  She glanced down to look between the girl's
legs to see the enticing swell of her mound.  She could feel the sparking
between her legs and desperately wanted to rub her clit, but turned back to
the preparation of dinner, trying to get her mind on her work.

     Sarah noticed how her mother looked her over.  She knew she would, and
that's the reason she stopped just inside the door and played with her
nipples to make then hard so they would show through the thin material.  It
worked.  She saw the look of desire on her mother's face as the woman's
eyes moved over her body.  The girl was beginning to believe that she was
gaining complete control over her mother's emotions.

     Sarah had started teasing her mother, beginning the night after Jean
had first taken off her nightgown while standing beside the bed.  Sarah now
openly touched herself whenever she wanted to attract her mother's
attention.  Sarah knew her mother was easily aroused, so she did things to
suggest to the woman the desire she felt for her.  She wanted her mother to
make the first move, and felt certain it would happen, but she was growing
a little impatient, so she had decided to step up the pressure.  This
seemed like the perfect moment for boldness.  She walked up behind her and
hugged her, kissing her on the neck and pressing herself against her
mother's back while putting her hands inside her mother's t-shirt and under
the heavy breasts hanging loose there.  Jean felt the erect nipples poking
into her, and the sparking down below increased as Sarah's hands caressed
the big breasts.  She single-mindedly concentrated on the food she was
preparing and ignored the girl's overture.

     "What's wrong, Mom?"

     Jean kept working.  "Nothing, honey.  I'm just wanting to finish up
here.  Why don't you go shower while I get the rest of this done?"  Sarah
stood there for a few seconds with a quizzical expression on her face, then
went to shower without saying anything more.  She sensed that Jean had
something on her mind which evidently was distracting her very much, since
her mother had barely acknowledged her presence.  She told herself she
would ask about it after dinner.

     They ate in relative silence, even whenever Sarah attempted to engage
Jean in conversation.  Sarah definitely knew her mother was bothered by
something.

     When dinner was finished and everything was cleaned and put away, Jean
told Sarah that she had something she wanted to show her, and asked her to
come to her bedroom.

     Sarah stood in the doorway, and Jean told her to come in and take a
seat in one of the side chairs.  She sat down while Jean retrieved the
photo from off the dresser.

     She went over to Sarah and handed her the picture.  "Here.  I wanted
you to have this back.  Take a look at this and tell me what you see."

     Sarah took the picture and looked at it.  She stared at it for a few
seconds, then looked up at her mother, ashen-faced.

     "I found that when I was vacuuming around the bed in your room.  Or, I
should say, the vacuum found it.  I'm wondering why you have a photo of
your sister posed like that.  I'm wondering why she posed like that.  And
I'm wondering who took the picture."

     Sarah had turned red with embarrassment after recovering from the
initial shock.  "Um, well, um, I took the picture.  We were fooling around
one day and daring each other to be photographed without any clothes on."

     "What are you doing with the picture?  I figured this would be
something that Renee would want to hang onto, not that you would give it
out freely, but^Å"

     "Well, I guess it was in one of my bags and I didn't know it until I
unpacked my stuff."  Sarah was starting to get a little nervous.  She
didn't remember of her mother ever being like this before.  "I'm sorry,
Mom.  I can throw it away if you want."

     Jean had been pondering everything that had happened since Sarah's
arrival, and now it seemed to be starting to make sense, a little, anyway.
Sarah obviously liked girls, and Jean suspected that she and Renee were
playing together, or had been.  She didn't want to make her daughter think
she was prying, but she did want to know if they had been exploring sex
together.  The very thought aroused her as much or more than it made her
feel guilty.  Jean realized she was teetering on the brink of losing the
will to resist these thoughts and feelings.

     "No, honey, I'm not saying you should throw the picture away.  I want
you to have it back.  That's why I gave it to you.  I was just curious
about it."  She decided to try a new tack.  "Renee really looks like me,
doesn't she.  Her body, especially.  Don't you think?"

     "Yes, I guess she does.  I was thinking about that the first night
here, when you took off your clothes before you had a shower."

     "What happened to Renee?  How did she gain so much weight?"

     "Oh, I think the doctor said it was due to her emotional upset.  I
think that's what she called it.  Something about her phys--, um,
psychol--, um, oh I can't remember the word the doctor used."

     "Do you mean her psyche?  Is that the word you were trying to think
of?"

     "Yeah, that's it.  Her psyche.  The doctor said she has been upset for
a long time because we had to go away with Dad.  I think Renee thought you
didn't love us anymore."

     Jean's heart ached upon hearing this.  She had done everything to keep
herself from having thoughts like these, but here it was.  It felt as if
she had been hit right between the eyes.  Tears started welling up in them.
"Oh, honey, no!!  I NEVER felt that way!!  I didn't want either of you to
leave, but the way things happened, I didn't have any choice.  Your father
threatened to make trouble for me at school if I didn't agree to let him
take the two of you with him.  I never wanted that to happen, Sarah.  It
nearly killed me when the two of you had to go.  You can see what it has
done to me, too."

     Sarah saw the tears streaming down her mother's cheeks, and she
started crying, too.  She threw herself into her mother's arms and buried
her face in the expanse of her bosom.  They held each other, both sobbing
uncontrollably, until finally their pent-up emotions were nearly drained.

     In a muffled voice, Sarah was the first to speak.  "Oh, Mom, we both
know that you love us.  We know it now.  I wish things could have been
different and that we didn't have to go away."  Her tears and runny nose
had made a mess of her mother's t-shirt.

     "Oh, honey, I feel so bad about what happened!  I would do anything to
change it!  I have worried so much about both of you, not being able to
talk to you.  Your father wouldn't allow me to do that."

     "Why?  What happened to cause everything?"

     "It's a long story, honey. I'll tell it to ;you some day.  You should
know what happened.  I want both of you to know, and I hope I can tell both
of you at the same time.  Maybe you can come back at Christmas with Renee,
and I'll tell you then.  I just can't talk about it right now, though."

     "Okay, Mom.  I wish you could tell me now, but I understand.  Renee is
really excited about getting to come at Christmas.  That's about all she
could talk about the other night when I was talking to her."

     "Yes, I know.  I sensed it, too.  She sounds so wonderful.  I can't
wait to see her again.  I noticed that she loves you very much, the way she
talked about you the last time.  I'm so glad that the two of you are so
close."

     "Yeah, we're really pretty close.  I think we always have been.  I
really miss her a lot.  I wish she could have come with me this summer."

     "So do I, honey.  More than anything."

     They fell silent for a bit as they continued holding one another.
Jean became aware of her daughter's face pressed into her breasts.  The
tingle returned to her crotch.  Sarah must have sensed her mother's
stirrings.  She raised her head and looked into her face, then started
wiping at Jean's wet t-shirt.

     "Oh, Mom, look what I've done.  I got your t-shirt all wet."

     The girl's hands on her breasts caused the nipples to become fully
erect, which Sarah noticed immediately.  She began paying particular
attention to the protruding nipples and caused more tingling between her
mother's legs in the process.

     Jean felt herself slide over the edge.  "I want to ask you something,
honey.  You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

     "Sure, Mom, go ahead."  Sarah continued to rub her mother's breasts.

     Jean hesitated for a second, trying to choose the right words.  "Well,
I'll be right up front.  I see how you look at me all the time, how you
like looking at me when I'm naked, and I wondered if you are interested in
girls rather than boys.  Now that I've seen that picture of Renee, I'm
wondering if there's anything going on between you two."

     The crimson came back up in Sarah's face.  She was mute, not knowing
how to respond.

     "Oh, honey, I'm not trying to embarrass you or get you to confess to
something!  Please don't think that.  I just hoped you would share things
like this with me, because I want us to share things.  You don't have to
say one word, but I'm hoping you'll be honest with me, because I want us to
be honest with each other."

     Sarah looked up at her mother and started crying again.  Jean quickly
put her arms around the girl and pulled her up against her.  "Hush now,
honey.  It's alright.  Momma understands about these kinds of feelings."
She kissed her daughter's tears and then briefly kissed her lips.  "Don't
cry, sweetheart.  Momma knows how you feel, because I have the same
feelings."

     Sarah's tears subsided and she blew her nose.  "Oh, Mom, I'm so sorry
about this.  I never wanted you to know about Renee and me.  We didn't want
anyone to know about us."  She groaned and held back the tears.  "I'm
sorry, Mom."

     "Don't fret now, honey.  It's alright."  She held the girl's face
against her breasts as they held each other.

     "I'm getting your t-shirt more messed up, Mom.  I can't help it.  I'm
sorry."  She began rubbing the wet material clinging to her mother's
breasts, further causing Jean to slip closer to the precipice.  It felt so
good to hold another female body against her own, even if it WAS her
daughter.  She closed her eyes and sighed deeply as Sarah continued to rub
and caress the large mounds.  Her panty crotch was becoming increasingly
damper, and she was moving toward the point of needing to feel the release
of an orgasm.  Through the growing fog of arousal, she silently shouted at
herself to turn away, get loose and turn away.  Now she felt something
different and opened her eyes to see her daughter sucking at her rigid
nipple through the wet t-shirt.  Oh god, it felt so good!!  She wanted to
feel the girl's mouth directly on her skin.  No!!  I have to stop this!!
Her mind was screaming for her hands to stop as she pulled the t-shirt up,
freeing her breasts.  Oh god, please stop me, someone!!  She lifted one of
her breasts and offered it to her daughter's open mouth and felt the girl's
lips close tightly around the engorged nipple.  Oh fuck!!  Suck me, honey!!
Her brain shouted, screamed the words at her daughter.  She felt the
sensation of the girl's mouth on her and reached down to slide her hand
inside her panties.  Oh please stop!!  Please!!  She pulled Sarah's face
harder against herself as her fingers began their magic.  She felt the
pleasure coursing through her body, the wonderful pleasure of her
daughter's mouth, and the mounting orgasm that she so desperately wanted.
She slipped over the rim and fell headlong into the very depths of the
incestuous abyss, no longer fighting the overwhelming urge.  Jean knew she
had stopped resisting before yielding; she wanted what was happened every
bit as much as her daughter wanted it, and now that she had ceased
struggling, the ecstasy of the moment nearly caused her to faint.

     Jean became aware that they were standing in the middle of her
bedroom.  She put her face next to Sarah's and spoke softly to her.

     "Come to the bed, honey.  Momma needs to lie down before she falls
onto the floor."  Slowly she moved them toward the bed a few feet away.
Sarah continued sucking at the big breast, unwilling to let go.  Jean
backed up to the bed and sat down, pulling Sarah down on top of herself.
The girl's mouth never broke loose from her mother's breast.

     Jean worked her fingers back into herself and quickly approached her
climax.

     "Oh, honey, Momma's gonna cum!!  Oh fuck!!  Oh fuck!!  Momma wants to
cum for you, honey!!  Make momma cum now, baby!!  OHHHHHH!!!"

     Sarah left her mother's breast and quickly moved between her legs.  As
Jean's fingers flailed away at her clit, Sarah pulled the crotch of her
panties aside and shoved her tongue into her mother's hole.  The second
Jean felt her daughter's tongue enter her, she exploded in orgasmic bliss.
Her hips thrust upward into Sarah's face as the spasms tried to turn her
inside out.  Many times before, Sarah had felt these spasms as she tongued
her sister to orgasm, but this time it was special.  She wished she could
keep her mother cumming forever!

     Finally Jean was able to relax, and Sarah moved up next to her and
resumed nursing at the large breasts.  She loved them.  From the first
moment her mother had bared them to her, she fell in love with them.  She
longed to touch them, feel them, feel their weight and texture.  She longed
to suck the marvelous nipples.  And now they were hers.  She was dong all
the things she had dreamed about.  She pushed as much of the flesh into her
mouth as was possible.  Oh, god, if I could only get ALL of it into my
mouth, she cried out to herself as she sucked and sucked and sucked.

     Jean lay with her eyes closed, relishing the sensations that Sarah was
causing.  She had recovered from the powerful orgasm, but had not regained
her senses.  As Sarah ministered to her, she imagined it to be her old
lover, Millie, who also loved breasts.  This entire experience had been
about Millie, about their times together.  Jean opened her eyes, expecting
to see Millie there.  The shock of seeing her daughter instead snapped her
out of her reverie.  She stiffened involuntarily, as if recoiling from the
girl, but only for an instant.  Jean reached over and stroked Sarah's hair
as the girl sucked her mother's breasts.

     Jean watched Sarah for a few minutes, then started thinking about what
had happened.  It did happen, there was no denying it.  She tried to
conjure up some rationale, some way to avoid accepting responsibility for
what she had done.  She told herself that her daughter was to blame, that
Sarah had forced herself on her, had forced her to think in a way that
convinced her it was alright.  Thinking about her old friend, Millie, she
tried convincing herself that her mind just played a trick on her, making
her believe that it was Millie here with her and not Sarah.  This game
continued until she finally told herself to stop playing the game, stop
trying to avert responsibility for her actions and face the facts.  She had
willingly let Sarah push her to the point of surrender.  It wasn't Sarah's
fault.  She wanted this to happen, all along.  She thought back to the day
Sarah arrived and how the girl had masturbated in the car, right next to
her, in so bold a way.  She knew that it was at that moment that she began
to think of her daughter in a sexual way, not to have sex with her,
exactly, but that Sarah was a sexual young woman with desires and needs
just like any young woman.  Jean saw how, once she knew Sarah's sexual
preference, she had intended to cultivate the girl's desires, but she told
herself that those intentions had not included having sex with her.

     Jean thought about her own desires, suppressed for so long now.  She
tried to determine if her physical need overrode her sensibilities,
allowing her to engage in sex with Sarah just to satisfy her burning
physical need.  She didn't know the answer to this, for certain.  She did
know that this was not a spontaneous thing.  It had been building for over
two weeks, being reinforced every night when she would deliberately remove
her nightgown and let her daughter see her nakedness, thereby deriving a
perverse thrill from it.  Yes, she knew that what had happened, occurred
because of her weakness to resist.  It was the same as when she and Millie
were caught.  She had been too weak to resist, craving physical
gratification over plain common sense.  And, now, it had happened once
again, only this time it was with her own daughter.  Jean was once again
arguing with herself, half-heartedly attempting to persuade herself to stop
now, before they got in any deeper.  She looked down at Sarah, who had
moved down her mother's body and was now poised to put her mouth on the
woman's pussy.  The girl's soft lips were like static electricity.  She
swore she felt the discharge as the girl's lips pressed against her open
groove.  She felt her tongue gliding through the wetness, moving onto her
clit, then away, then back once more, then down to the tunnel.  Oh, god, it
felt so heavenly!!!  Oh, sweet baby, don't ever stop!!!  She wanted to
speak out loud to her daughter, but refrained from it.  Why, she didn't
know.  Obviously, it wasn't because she was fearful of encouraging the
girl.  After all, she was lying there, letting her lick down there, letting
her suck her tits.  No, not letting.  Encouraging.  She was ENCOURAGING her
daughter to fully satisfy her own carnal desires, which would, in turn,
satisfy Jean's.  At that precise moment, as she felt her daughter's lips
and tongue caressing her swollen clitoris, Jean's acquiescence was total
and unconditional.  She knew their spirits were now irrevocably
intertwined.  The feeling between her legs overpowered her mind, preventing
her from thinking about anything other than the spasms of her pulsing
climax now billowing through her body.  Several spurts of hot urine
streamed into the girl's mouth and she avidly sucked and swallowed every
drop emanating from her mother's twitching body.  Jean blacked out for a
few seconds at the zenith of her orgasm.  Sarah was so aroused by her
mother's reaction that SHE nearly fainted, too.  Both were completely
overcome, Sarah so much so that she just collapsed there between her
mother's legs, her face resting in the woman's crotch.

     When Jean finally regained her senses, she saw Sarah lying next to
her, one arm draped across her face, covering her eyes.  She was breathing
evenly, and Jean thought she might be asleep.  She gazed at her daughter,
admiring her youthful beauty.  Sarah's body was overly developed for a girl
of fourteen.  My, how her body must cause a lot of discussion, Jean
thought.  By both sexes, she added.  Envied and despised at the same time.
How hard it is having the mind of a 14-year-old and the body of a
fully=matured woman.  Sarah stirred slightly, and Jean shifted her gaze
from the girl's hairless pussy to her face and saw that she was being
watched.

     "Hi, honey!  Were you napping?"

     "No, I was just thinking."

     Jean rolled onto her side to face Sarah.  In doing so, her breasts
ended up across the girl's arm.  Jean started to scoot back some, but Sarah
pouted.

     "Where are you going, Mom?"

     "I'm just trying to get these old boobs out of your way, honey."

     Sarah rolled over toward her mother and took one of the big breasts
into her hands and started caressing it very lovingly.

     "I love your big old boobs, Mom.  I hope mine get big like yours."

     Jean delighted in the feel of her daughter's soft hands on her skin.
"Oh, no you don't sweetie.  You don't know how uncomfortable these things
can be.  Sometimes my back aches from their weight.  That's how it really
is."

     "Well, I do love them, and I love every inch of you, Mom.  You're so
beautiful, and I love the feel of you against me!"  She moved down a little
in order to take the hardened nipple into her mouth.

     Jean held her daughter close as the girl nursed.  "God, I love you
Sarah!!"

     Sarah moved back up to her mother's face and kissed her deeply.  Jean
suddenly realized she could taste her urine on Sarah's mouth as they
kissed, and it reminded her of what happened.

     They kissed for a few minutes, then lay close together.  Jean wanted
to say something about the pee.

     "Honey, I'm sorry about what happened that last time."

     "What do you mean, Mom?"

     "You know.  The little accident."

     Sarah looked puzzled.  "I don't know what you mean."

     "Oh, you know.  The pee.  I didn't mean to do it.  It just happened.
I'm sorry, honey."

     "Oh, THAT!  It's okay.  I didn't mind."

     "Are you sure?  I know for many something like that can come as a big
surprise.."

     "No, really, it's okay.  Actually, I liked it.  I wish I could do it."

     "Would you do it for Renee if you could?"  Jean instantly regretted
saying that, and her face got red with embarrassment.

     Sarah saw that her mother was embarrassed.  "Oh, Mom, don't be
embarrassed.  I don't mind talking about Renee, especially now after what
has happened."

     "Well, honey, I'm sorry.  I know I shouldn't have said that.  It was
in very bad taste."

     Sarah started to laugh, and then Jean realized what she had said, and
then they both were laughing.  The laughter turned to giggles, then they
regained control of themselves.

     "That was a pretty funny one, Mom.  The answer to your question is no.
Renee wouldn't like it at all, and she thinks I'm disgusting for liking
it."

     "Well, you're definitely your mother's daughter, all right."

     "How do you mean?"

     "I mean that you and I are so much alike is so many ways.  I was just
like you when I was your age."

     "Really?  You mean you thought about sex a lot?"

     "Oh, yes.  All the time.  It was constantly on my mind.  I guess both
of us have high sex drives."

     "What about now?"

     "You mean now that I'm older?"

     "Yeah.  How do feel about it now?"

     "Well, you should know the answer to that one already."  She looked at
Sarah and smiled broadly.

     Sarah smiled back at her.  "Yeah, I thought so.  And I'm so glad!"
She scooted toward her mother to kiss her again.  "Yeah, Mom, your big old
boobs do kind of get in the way sometimes, don't they."  They kissed
passionately and Sarah reached down between her mother's legs to feel her
puffiness.

     "Honey, you're going to get Momma all worked up again doing that, and
then I'll be wanting you to do something about it."

     Sarah looked at her mischievously.  "Okay, I'll do something about it,
on one condition."

     "What's that?"

     "You pee again."

     Jean looked at her daughter's face and knew she wasn't making a joke.
"Well, I don't know, honey.  I don't always do it, and I don't know when
it's going to happen."

     "Oh, I know that.  I mean I want you to pee on purpose."

     "You mean, REALLY on purpose?"

     "Yes."

     "You mean pee on your face?"

     "Yes.  And in my mouth.  I want you to pee in my mouth, Mom."

     Jean saw the look and heard the seriousness in her tone.  God, I'm
looking at myself, she thought.  "Okay, honey, if that's what you want.
But I'll expect you to do the same for me."

     Sarah became joyfully animated at this, and she gave Jean a big hug
and tongue-sucking kiss.

     Jean was turned on again, but this time she was not wanting
satisfaction for herself so much.  "You know, honey, I've been taking all
evening.  I think it's about time I was giving.  It's your turn to receive
for a change.  Momma wants to make her baby girl feel good now."

     "But, Mom, you HAVE made me feel good.  By letting me make YOU feel
good."

     "Oh, honey, Momma wants to taste you so much!  Come to Momma, honey.
Come let me do for you what you did for me!"

     Jean worked her way down the girl's body to the eager slit She
embraced the wet lips with hers, moving her tongue through the tangy juice.
Whatever misgivings, if any, that remained for Jean were quickly dispelled
as she relished the taste and smell of her baby girl.  She thought about
all the nights when she listened to Sarah's fingers bringing pleasure and
how she longed to be the one causing it, and now she was.  Jean redoubled
her effort, and in a very short time, she had her daughter cumming like she
had never cum in her life.  The girl was writhing in ecstatic bliss from
her mother's relentless tongue.  Jean received the greatest pleasure when
Sarah rewarded her with a long stream of precious bodily fluid.  Jean's
arousal was so great that the hot urine scalding down her throat had her
writhing in orgasmic bliss.

     Completely spent both physically and emotionally, mother and daughter
fell into sound sleep.

End of Chapter Two