Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 18:11:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: bonnie morrison <maidenformdd@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE PRICE FOR PASSION-3

THE PRICE FOR PASSION-3 by Bonnie Morrison

(Ff, inc, ws)

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So, Jean had her doubts about becoming sexually involved with her daughter,
and Sarah had her doubts that her mother would ever get up the nerve to do
it, but, now we know differently.  Some immediate questions may come to
mind, and most likely will be answered in this chapter.  Episode Three, The
Price for Passion, by Bonnie Morrison.  maidenformdd@yahoo.com


			THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 3


     The cool night air permeated the house and settled over the two naked
and uncovered figures, sleeping peacefully.  It penetrated Jean's
unconsciousness, bringing her to a half-awake state for a time.  Eventually
the discomfort of being cold brought her to a fully waking state.  She felt
Sarah huddled against her back for warmth and remembered the sheet and
comforter had been pushed down to the foot of the bed when they started
their play the previous evening.  Jean thought about rolling over to her
daughter and warming her the way they had warmed each other a few hours
earlier, but she was hungry and decided to get up and fix them some
breakfast.  Judging by the amount of light filtering into the room around
the drapes, it was already daylight.  She glanced over to the clock and saw
that it was 7:20 a.m.  She slid carefully off the bed and pulled the sheet
over her daughter's nakedness.  The sight of her loveliness was almost too
much, and she was severely tempted to get back into the bed, but her
stomach was growling, so she went on into the kitchen.

     Jean's usual morning coffee and yogurt over some dry cereal wasn't
going to be sufficient this day, so she got out the box of pancake mix and
stirred up some batter.  She thought perhaps some grapefruit would be good,
also.  She was finishing the grapefruit and ready to start cooking the
pancakes when she heard a wolf whistle coming from the doorway to the
kitchen.

     "Well, who's the stranger in my kitchen?  The stranger with the
beautiful bare butt?"

     Jean looked around at her daughter and smiled broadly, then bent over
and wiggled her backside.  "You should be more careful who you let in your
house, young lady.  You just never know what naughtiness they may have in
mind for you."  She opened her legs and looked back at Sarah, who was
staring avidly at her mother's exposed vagina.

     "Well, lady, with a body like that, you can have your way with me."
Sarah went over to Jean, who was putting the grapefruit pieces into bowls,
and put her arms around the soft body, cupping the pendulous breasts as she
kissed her mother's neck and shoulder.

     Jean leaned against her and sighed contentedly.  "Oh, honey, it feels
so nice to have your hands there this morning.  Don't take them away until
I say to."

     Sarah gently pinched and pulled her mother's nipples until they were
fully erect.  She clamped them between the fingers of her hands as she
kneaded the soft flesh.  "Momma, I love you!!  I wished and wished that we
would be together like this some day, and now you've made me the happiest
person in the whole world!!!  I love you, Momma!!!"

     Jean turned to face her daughter and pulled her close.  "I love you,
too, sweetheart!!  More than I can ever say with words.  I'm so glad that
your wish came true!"  They kissed deeply and passionately for several
minutes, then Jean pulled away and turned to the range.  "Let me finish our
breakfast, honey.  We'll continue this after that."  She looked at Sarah
and smiled.

     Sarah came up behind her and once again reached around for the big
breasts, and then began talking in a pouty tone.  "Momma, you went off and
left me in there, and now you're leaving me again, just when I want you so
much!"  She reached down between Jean's legs and fingered the very moist
flesh.

     Jean put down the bowl of batter and let the feeling take her.  "Oh,
honey, I should be fixing our breakfast.  Don't you want to eat?"  She
opened herself more to the probing fingers.

     "Yes, I want to eat, but not pancakes or grapefruit."

     Jean's heart skipped and she felt herself moistening even more.  She
asked coyly, "If you don't want to eat pancakes, what DO you want to eat?"
Jean started humping Sarah's fingers.

     "You know what I want, Mom!"

     "What?"

     "Oh, you know!"  She now had two fingers sliding in and out of her
mother's vagina.

     "Tell me.  Say it.  Tell me what you want to eat."

     "Oh, Mom!"  Sarah was embarrassed by this.

     "Come on, honey.  Say it.  Momma wants to hear you say it."

     Sarah hesitated for a few seconds, then said what her mother insisted
on.  "I want you, Mom.  I want to eat you."

     "That's my naughty girl.  Now you're acting like your mother.  Come
into the living room and you shall have what you desire."  She looked at
the girl seductively and took her hand.

     Daughter had mother, and mother then had daughter, after which they
returned to the kitchen where Jean finished making breakfast while Sarah
sat at the table and watched.

     "Mom, is cooking hard to learn?"

     "Well, honey, it depends.  I guess it's really like anything else,
except some people have an affinity for it.  You may remember that I was
never a REAL good cook.  I had to follow the recipes and then kind of
adjust the ingredients to taste.  That's the way all the great ones do it,
anyway.  Why?  Do you not know how?"

     "Well, I've tried making some stuff.  Some of it comes out alright,
but other things come out pretty bad."

     "It's a matter of practice, sweetie, like any other thing, as I said.
The more you do it, the better you get."

     "You mean like eating pussy."  Sarah started giggling.

     Jean was a little shocked to hear her daughter use that word, but then
started giggling, too.  "Yes, I suppose you can put it that way."

     "Would you show me how to make stuff?"

     "Of course.  You tell me what you want to make, and we'll make it
together.  If I don't know how to make it, we'll learn how together.  How
does that sound?"

     "Super!  You know, I AM hungry this morning."

     "Well, you should be, as much energy as you used up last night."  This
time Jean giggled and Sarah followed suit.

     They talked as they ate their breakfast.  Jean wanted to know about
Sarah's relationship with Renee.  Sarah told her that it began four years
earlier, when Renee discovered Sarah masturbating and offered to show her
the techniques she liked to use.  It started with them masturbating
themselves together, then each other, and then to oral stimulation.  Sarah
told Jean how Renee had already started masturbating even before they moved
away with their father.  Jean learned that Renee had fallen in love with
one of her teachers, a male, and made herself emotionally sick from the
anguish of knowing she would never be with him, in any manner.  In the
meantime, she had started gaining weight, and her sense of self kept
diminishing until she reached the point where she needed psychological
counseling.  Jean had no idea that anything like this was going on, and was
both upset and nearly spellbound by what she was hearing.  Sarah assured
her that Renee was vastly improved, but still had some issues needing to be
addressed.  She went for regular sessions with a psychologist, a woman she
was referred to by their physician.  Sarah said Renee really liked the
woman and soon developed a trusting relationship with her and apparently
talked freely about things.  Sarah said that at first she was afraid that
Renee might talk about their relationship, but when she asked her about
that, Renee told her not to worry, that she would keep the secret.  Sarah
told her mother that they did, however, stop having sex for a long time,
but that they had started up again earlier that spring, after Renee felt
better about things and told Sarah that she wanted them to be together
again.  When Jean expressed her intent to call Renee and talk to her about
things, Sarah told her that Renee didn't want her to know what was
happening, so Jean agreed not to say anything, to either Renee or her
former husband.  Jean made Sarah promise to keep her apprised.

     Jean had wanted to tell Sarah about what had happened when their
father took them away, and she figured that this time was a good
opportunity.  She told her daughter about her lover, Millie Baker, and how
Sarah's father had found the two of them in bed, having sex.  She explained
about the ramifications if any word of what had occurred ever got out, and
that she was forced to agree to the harsh terms as a matter of her own
survival.  Sarah told her that she and Renee never knew what had actually
happened, and that Renee had held it against Jean for making her feel as
though their mother was abandoning them.  They both had a little cry and
then decided it was time to change the subject to something not so
depressing.  Sarah asked her mother if she would come to the swimming pool
with her.

     "Mom, will you come to the pool with me?"

     Jean was reluctant, of course.  "Oh, honey, I don't think I can allow
myself to be seen in a swimsuit, the way I look."

     Jean saw the stern look come back to her daughter's face.  "Mom, what
did I say about saying that?"

     Jean was embarrassed and self-conscious.  "Oh, I know.  But, god,
Sarah, look at me.  I'm a fat pig."

     "Mom, you're not a fat pig.  So, you're a little overweight.  So what?
I think you look beautiful."

     "But you're biased, honey.  I AM your mother, and I would expect you
to feel the way you do about my appearance, but it just makes me feel so
ashamed that I've let myself get this way."

     "But, Mom, you really don't look that big.  How about putting on your
swimsuit and then let's see how you look.  Besides, Mrs. Johnson is always
asking about you, wanting to know when I'm going to get you over there.
She always asks about you."

     "Beverly hasn't seen me for a good while, so she doesn't know how big
I am now."

     "Well, she's not small by any means."

     "What?  Has she added a few pounds?"

     "I don't know how much she's added since I never saw her before last
week, but she's not much smaller than you.  She doesn't mind showing
herself, I guess."

     "God, I can't believe that Beverly has gotten fat.  You say she wears
a suit to the pool?"

     "Yeah.  She gets in the water and just kind of stays there.  She told
me that she does it to keep people from seeing her.  I haven't seen anybody
looking at her, or making remarks about her.  Come on, Mom.  Come with me.
You can hang out in the pool with Mrs. Johnson."

     Jean was thinking about Beverly Johnson, the woman she had secretly
desired for so long, and now she was fat, too.  How ironic, she thought.
"Well, let me do this, honey.  I'll try on my suit, and if it fits, IF,
that is, if it fits, I'll go with you.  Is that fair?"

     Sarah's face lit up.  "Okay!  That's fair enough, for now.  But if it
DOESN'T fit, you have to promise me we'll go and get you one that will.  Is
it a deal?"

     "Okay, it's a deal."  Jean reached across the table for a napkin in
the holder, and in the process, she drug one of her breasts through the
syrup residue on her plate.  "Oh shit!  Oops!  Sorry, honey."

     Sarah saw the whole thing and started laughing.  "God, Mom!  I know
your tits are big, but you don't have to show off by letting them hang onto
your plate."  She was giggling like crazy.

     Jean got a little red-faced and was giggling as well.  She was leaning
over the plate, trying to keep the syrup from dripping anywhere but onto
the plate, and was trying to get another napkin to wipe herself.

     Sarah jumped up and went over to her.  "Here, let me help.  She
reached over and took the syrupy breast and began greedily licking at it.
Soon she had all the syrup removed and was then sucking the hard nipple.
She stopped and looked at the table, spotting the bottle of syrup sitting
there.  She took it and looked at her mother, who was sitting in her chair
by this time.  Sarah took the bottle and squirted some syrup in the
direction of Jean's crotch.  It landed on her abdomen and ran down between
her legs.  Sarah immediately got down and started licking her mother's
stomach and on down to her crotch.  Jean opened her legs and slid forward
on the chair for the girl.

     Jean held her daughter's face in her hands as they looked at each
other.  "I was going to ask you which you liked the taste of best, the
pancakes or me, but I think I know the answer to that.  I want all that
syrup cleaned out of my pussy, so you'd better get busy."  She leaned
forward and kissed her daughter passionately.  "I love you, my baby.  With
all my heart and soul I love you!!  Eat me, honey!!  Eat Momma's pussy and
make me cum!!!"

     "Oh, Momma!!!"  Sarah got busy avidly licking and sucking the
syrup-sticky, arousal-slick puffy cunt.  The last thing Jean thought about
before she exploded was that her daughter was a well-experienced licker of
pussy.

     After the kitchen was cleaned up, Jean went to try on her swimsuit and
shower.  She got into it, with a modicum of difficulty, but wasn't hanging
out in all the wrong places.  She showed plenty of breast, but Sarah told
her it was so sexy, and Jean agreed when she looked at herself in the
mirror.  "God, honey, my tits ARE very big, aren't they."

     Sarah moved around to the front of her mother and looked her over.
"If you ask me, I think you're the most beautiful woman in all the world,
and I absolutely love those."  She leaned forward and kissed each breast, a
lingering, sucking kiss that had Jean quivering between her legs again.

     "Oh, sweetheart, you better stop that before I need another cum.  If
we're going down to that pool, we need to get ourselves ready, so, keep
your lips to yourself for now, you little tease!"  Jean pulled her close
and kissed her on the mouth.

     "Now who's teasing who, Mom?"  She giggled a little and sat down on
the bed.  "Mom, I want to ask you a question."

     "Shoot."

     "I want to be your slut.  Can I be your slut, Mom?"

     Jean was startled by the question and didn't know exactly how to
respond.  "Um, what do you mean?"

     "I mean I want to be your slut.  I want to do whatever you want me to
do to give you pleasure.  I'm Renee's slut, and I want to be yours."

     Jean could see the seriousness on her daughter's face.  "Oh, well,
honey, I guess so, if that's what you want.  But, I guess I'll have to be
yours, too, because I want to do whatever I can to give you pleasure."  She
thought about this for a second, then continued.  "Yes, I see what you
mean, and I think it's a very nice idea.  I totally agree."

     Sarah had that big smile and look of joy on her face now.  She jumped
up and hugged her mother, then kissed her as her tongue slid into Jean's
mouth.  Sarah pulled down the top to her mother's suit and began pinching
her nipples.  Soon, both of them were on fire once again.  Jean lay on the
bed and Sarah knelt on the floor between her mother's legs and sucked at
her pussy through the crotch of her suit.  Jean let loose a long, slow
stream of hot urine, soaking her suit and bringing her daughter to the
brink of orgasm.  "Oh, god Mom, hold it for a second!!  Let me get your
suit out of the way."  She got in position and Jean let loose once again,
this time sending her flow into her daughter's waiting, wide-open mouth.
The girl's hand was rubbing furiously between her legs, and as her mother's
flow subsided and stopped, Sarah's orgasm swept her away in a blinding
flash of light.

     When Sarah's mind began to function normally again, she got up on the
bed next to her mother and snuggled against her.  "Thank you, Mom.  That
was so yummy!!"

     Jean rolled over to face her daughter.  "Thank YOU, sweetie!!  You
make Momma cum like I've never cum in my life!"  They lay close together
for several minutes without talking.  Jean became aware of the cool feeling
across her behind and put her hand back and felt herself.  Her suit was
wet.  She reached down and felt of the comforter, and to her displeasure,
it, too, was wet.  "Dammit!!"

     Sarah stirred a little.  "What's the matter?"

     "Oh, I got the bed wet.""

     "You also got the carpet wet.  But not much."

     Jean rolled back over toward Sarah and sighed.

     Sarah reached over and patter her mother's abdomen.  "Got any more in
there for me?  That last batch was awful tasty!"

     Jean smiled at her.  "God, you ARE a little slut aren't you.  But,
god, how I love you, honey!  I wouldn't want you to be any other way."

     They lay silently for a few minutes, then Sarah spoke up.  "Mom, do
you really love me?  I mean REALLY?"

     "Of course I do!  I love you with all my heart and soul, honey.  We
wouldn't be doing this if I didn't.  I hope you don't think I'm just taking
advantage of you, of your desire for sex."

     "I hope you aren't mad because I asked you that, Mom.  It's just that
I was wondering, that's all.  I'm so glad to know it for sure.  I guess I
HAVE wondered over the years if you really loved us.  Dad told us you
didn't love us anymore, and that's why he was taking us away.  I think
Renee believes Dad.  I never did, though.  I always hoped that we would be
together again.  I always prayed for it."

     Jean was taken aback by Sarah's admission that her former husband had
told them lies intended to make her look like the villain (which she always
thought of herself as being), but she certainly didn't like the deliberate
attempt to poison their children's minds against her.  She could tell that
Renee wanted to keep her distance, when they had phone conversations with
her during the time that Sarah had been there, but she didn't think a lot
about it, mostly chalking it up to the fact that they had been separated
for seven years without any real contact during that time.  She knew it was
too late to try and do anything about this now.  She didn't know what kind
of success she would have convincing Renee of her love, but she knew she
had already convinced Sarah, or she hoped so, anyway.  She told herself not
to take anything for granted in their new relationship.

     "Honey, I can't tell you enough how sorry I am for what happened seven
years ago.  But I can't tell you that I would have done things differently,
either.  You see, I was in love with Millie Baker, as strange as that may
sound to you.  She was old enough to be my mother, and maybe that's the way
I thought of her.  That, coupled with my out-of-control sex drive got me in
deep trouble, and I wasn't strong enough to do anything about it, to stop
anything from happening to start with.  I wish I could look into the future
and see what's in store for us.  I want to do everything I can to avoid
hurting you or your sister, and my incessant need for sex won't get in the
way this time.  I love you, Sarah.  I love you with all my heart, and I
always will, no matter what happens.  I hope you believe me when I say this
to you, because I do mean it, every single word."

     "I believe you, Mom.  I guess we're in a kind of complicated mess, but
at least we do love each other.  That means something."

     "Yes, honey, it means nearly everything.  The love we have between us
makes what we do all right, at least in my mind.  And I think you feel the
same way as me, because you and I are about like twins in so many ways."
While they were talking, Jean had been stroking Sarah's body, starting at
her face and working down to the girl's hips and buttocks.  Sarah's passion
was coming alive again.

     "Mom, can we just stay here on the bed and fuck all day?"

     Jean moved her hand between her daughter's legs.  "Funny you should
say that.  I was just thinking the very same thing.  But we're going to the
pool, remember.  Alison is expecting you to show up, and I AM excited about
seeing Beverly again."  She took her hand away.  "We have the entire summer
for this, honey.  Every day and every night, with the exception of those
days of the month we don't like to think about.  So, I need to get up and
do something about washing out my suit and getting it dry before we go.  I
wouldn't want Beverly or Alison to see me like this."  She reached between
her legs and rubbed at herself.  "Mmmmm, that feels so good, and I DO like
this wet material against my bald pussy."

     Sarah slid down on the bed and put her mouth on her mother's crotch
and sucked hard at the wet material, tasting both pee and arousal.  Jean
lay back to enjoy the feel, and took one of her breasts into her mouth to
suck as her daughter sucked on her.

     "Mom, can you pee again?"

     Jean pulled the big breast out of her mouth.  "I don't think so,
honey.  I emptied myself for you, and nothing had built up yet.  Come on,
let's quit fooling around and get read to go to the pool.  I promise I'll
fuck you silly tonight.  Okay?"

     Sarah grinned and sat up.  "Okay, but only if I get to fuck you silly,
too."

     Jean pushed her chest at the girl. "That goes without saying."

     "Mom, do you like being naughty like this?  I really do."

     "Yes, honey.  I love being your nasty slut.  It gets me going when we
talk like this to each other."

     "Me, too!  I'm really happy that you and I are alike, Mom.  We can
have such a good time together."

     They finally got themselves ready and headed for the pool, about an
hour later than Sarah had told Alison she would see her there.  The day was
overcast and cooler than normal, and very few people were at the pool.
That satisfied Jean, since she was concerned about being seen in public
wearing a too-small swimsuit for her full body.  Beverly was right where
Sarah had said she would be-sitting in the shallow end of the pool so the
water would come up to her neck and conceal her body.  Her face lit up when
she saw Jean walking over to greet her.

     "Hi Jean!!  Gosh, it's so good to see you again!!"  She stood up and
climbed out of the pool as Jean walked over to her.

     "Hi Bev!!  It's so good to see YOU again!!  It's been so long!"  They
surveyed each other with Jean having the advantage because she was wearing
a swim robe which helped conceal her size.  They embraced and stood
chatting for a minute.

     "Come get in the water with me, Jean.  We can both sit in there
without getting our hair wet."  She giggled a little, then added, "At least
the hair on our heads."

     Jean laughed as she removed her robe.  "Speak for yourself, girl."
Then she walked down the steps into the pool and took a seat next to her
friend.

     They chatted and watched the girls diving and playing in the deep end
of the pool.  Jean invited Beverly to come and have coffee with her, so
they could have an old-fashioned gossip session.  Right about that time,
Alison swam up and reminded her mother that they had to leave in order to
keep her dental appointment, so they got their things together and prepared
to leave.

     "Now, don't forget, Bev.  I do want you to come over for coffee, just
whenever you can.  I'm home all the time this summer, so feel free to drop
in anytime.  Please call before coming, though, just to make sure I'm
there."

     "Okay, Jean.  I'll see you in a few days.  And I'll call first.  It's
been great!"

     "Yes!!  Be seeing you soon!!  Bye, Alison!"

     Shortly after their departure, the three remaining people left, and
Jean and Sarah were alone, except for the girl serving as the lifeguard,
who was in the concession stand on the telephone, apparently talking to one
of her friends.

     Sarah swam over to her mother and stood up next to her.  Speaking in a
low voice, she told Jean she wanted to do something for her.

     "Mom, put your tit between my legs."

     Jean thought she misunderstood.  "What, honey?"

     "Put your tit between my legs."

     Jean looked around.  "Where's Kristy?"

     "She's in the office on the phone.  She's not looking.  Go ahead."

     Jean pulled the top of her suit down and pushed her breast between
Sarah's legs.  Sarah reached down and positioned the nipple against her
crotch, then clamped down with her thighs to hold it in place.  In a few
seconds, Jean felt a warmth on her flesh.

     "God, honey, are you peeing?"

     "Yes!"

     Jean's nipple grew hard as her daughter peed on her through the bikini
bottom.  The boldness of this was very erotic to Jean, and she was almost
instantly aflame.  Sarah felt the hard nipple poking into her and quickly
looked over toward where the lifeguard was, still talking on the phone and
paying them no mind.  Sarah pulled one side of her top up and shoved her
breast into her mother's face.  Jean immediately opened her mouth and took
the flesh into her mouth. Sucking vigorously.  Sarah reached down and
pulled the crotch of her bikini aside and tried to push her mother's hard
nipple into herself.  The nipple came in contact with her swollen clitoris,
and the sensation had both a powerful and instant effect.  Sarah humped
wildly and was orgasming in seconds.  Jean, men while, had reached down to
finger herself to a powerful orgasm on the heels of her daughter's.

     Sarah squatted down in the water while they got their suits back in
place and collected themselves.  Sarah looked once more at Kristy, the
lifeguard, before kissing her mother and fondling her breasts, which were
once again set free when Sarah pulled the top of Jean's suit down.

     Jean whispered to her to finger her.  "Put your fingers in me, honey.
I want you to make me cum again!"

     "Take off your suit, Mom."

     "Oh, honey, I can't do that!!  Not here!!"

     "Yes, you can.  Go ahead.  Take it off.  Please Mom!  Do it for me!"

     "No, honey!  I can't do that here!  We've already taken too much of a
chance.  If anyone caught us, it would be curtains for me at school.
Please don't try and make me do that, honey!"

     "Okay.  You're right, of course.  That would be just TOO risky."
Sarah reached under the water and pulled Jean's suit down to her waist,
then reached inside and began fingering her pussy.  She paused for a bit,
surveying things, then had Jean move over to the stairs and sit on the
corner of the second step, which brought her breasts out of the water.
Sarah resumed fingering her mother while sucking on her breasts.  The image
was too much for Jean, who quickly began quaking through another climax.

     Jean slid back under the water and got her suit back into place just
before the lifeguard came over to me them and announced that she was
closing the pool since they were the only two left, and it was about to
rain, she said.  Jean and Sarah gathered their things and left, noting that
the girl had no clue about what they were doing right in front of her nose.
That fact excited both mother and daughter, who giggled about their
clandestine behavior all the way home.

End of Episode Three