Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 19:55:40 EST
From: Chta919@aol.com
Subject: Ronda's Delightful Daughter

First the legal stuff. This is a copyrighted work. It involves an
incestuous relationship between a mother and a fourteen-year-old
daughter. If this upsets you, exit this now. If, on the other hand, you
are excited by these stories, read on and enjoy. This and any of my
stories that appear on the Nifty site may be reprinted elsewhere on the
net only with my permission. You may certainly print a hard copy that
includes my name to take to bed with you if you like... ;^)

For those who are enjoying my other works, I am working on a continuation
of "Aunt Lisa's Summer with Jenny," but in the meantime, here is a story
for you to enjoy. It will not be a series of chapters. It is what it
is.

Thank you to all who have written me. I truly ENJOY the emails. So if
you are thinking of writing me, PLEASE DO!!

Kisses to the real Ronda!


	Ronda Tucker knew her daughter Cheryl was beautiful.  Nobody had to
tell her that; she had eyes.  In fact, she had been watching her little
girl grow up with increased interest.  Cheryl was filling out nicely.  She
had recently turned fourteen, and Ronda was acutely aware of her daughter's
effects on others, especially her own mother.
	Ronda was at their pool thinking about her daughter, daydreaming
about the many things that had happened while Cheryl had been growing
up--and out.  Because her husband Stan worked long hours and frequently had
to travel, much of Ronda's life had become centered around her little girl.
	She remembered Cheryl when she had only been about four or five,
riding her little toy horse on springs, Shadow.  The horse had belonged to
Ronda when she was a child, and later Ronda handed it down to her own
daughter.  Cheryl had fallen in love with it immediately, riding it for
great stretches of time.  Of course, Ronda knew what was happening.  She
herself had enjoyed the immature sexual feelings the rocking had produced,
and she knew her own daughter was discovering her own feelings.  This had
become obvious when little Cheryl, not threatened by her feelings or her
mother's possible reaction to them, had come to Ronda and asked about the
feelings.
	"Mommy, why does Shadow make my po-po feel tingly?"  Po-po had been
their pet name for pussy, Ronda remembered.  Of course, she wouldn't have
taught her child that more sexual term, and vagina had just seemed so
formal.  She enjoyed the cute name, as did Cheryl.
	"Because you are discovering how certain touches and pressures make
your po-po feel.  It's okay, honey.  It won't hurt you.  In fact, you will
one day find you really like that feeling a lot."
	Cheryl had smiled.  "I like it already," she'd said and dashed off
to ride Shadow for another half hour or so.
	Years later when Cheryl had been around eleven, she had walked in
on her in the tub.  She found her little girl with her little pussy under
the stream of the tub faucet.  She had straightened up quickly, but Ronda
had assured her that what she was doing was okay.
	"It's okay, sweetie.  Mommy's sorry.  I should have knocked first.
You go ahead and I will leave.  What you were doing is just fine.  Mommy
does it too, and it would be hypocritical for me to tell you not to."
	Her baby had just looked at her, wide-eyed, and smiled.  A look of
happiness had crossed her face.  Ronda would not describe it any other way.
And later her nubile little nymphet had reinforced her feelings about that
certainty.
	That night, after her bath, she had come to Ronda and sat beside
her on the sofa.  Ronda, who had more or less forgotten the incident in the
bathroom earlier, had looked at her quizzically, since Cheryl had had a
most unusual look on her little face.
	"What is it, baby?"
	"Mommy?"
	"Yes?"
	Then her little girl had leaned into her quickly and hugged her
tightly.  "Thank you."
	"For what, honey?"  Even now she remembered the intoxicating scent
of her wet hair, clean and fresh.
	"For being a good mom."
	Ronda eased her daughter back with gentle hands on her shoulders.
"Okay.  What did I do right now?"  She laughed, as did Cheryl.  It was
telling of their relationship how often they asked that question instead of
the usually more common one, "What did I do wrong now?"  They had indeed
been close since the child's birth.
	"Well--about the tub.  What I was doing.  AnnMarie's mom would have
had a fit or something if she'd caught AnnMarie doing that.  You seemed
like it was the most natural thing in the world."
	"It is, baby.  It's natural for me, and it's natural for you.  It's
probably natural for AnnMarie, but her mommy thinks otherwise.  That's
all."
	"I just feel really lucky to have a mommy like you.  And THAT'S
all."
	"Can Mommy ask you a personal question?"
	Cheryl had started to get up from her spot next to her mother, but
now hesitated.  Her daughter looked into her eyes and Ronda could see that
her baby girl knew that it would be a REALLY personal question, considering
what the topic of discussion had been.  She could almost see the decision
to be honest and forthright with her mother enter her mind.  It was almost
certainly a by-product of their honesty with each other on everything in
their lives to that point.
	Cheryl nodded wordlessly.
	"Do you know what an orgasm is?"  Ronda saw from her reaction that
she had considered the question would be the one asked.  She seemed to
expect it.
	Cheryl looked into Ronda's eyes and spoke.  "Yes."
	"Have you ever had one?"
	Again, that forthright stare.  "Yes, Mommy."
	Ronda asked the last question of that conversation.  "Did you have
one earlier in the tub?"
	This time, Cheryl just nodded before asking, "That's okay, isn't
it?"
	It was Ronda's turn to hug her daughter.  "Yes, baby.  That's more
than okay.  It's fantastic.  Enjoy them.  Enjoy them all."
	That night Ronda had sat and remembered her own upbringing.  Her
mother had been much more like AnnMarie's mother.  As a result Ronda had
felt enormously guilty about her sexual feelings growing up.  If her
daughter was the result of honesty and parental permission for a child to
explore and enjoy her budding sexuality, then she was doing this mother
thing the right way.  Cheryl was the most well-adjusted child she knew,
filled with a strong sense of self and pride that did not alienate people
at all.  Quite the contrary, her self-esteem drew people to her the way the
a vacuum draws dust.
	Now her daughter was fourteen.  A beautiful child-woman.  At
fourteen, that usually awkward age between early puberty and adulthood, she
was self-assured and filled with love for just about everyone she knew.
She rarely had fights with other girls the way so many girls that age did.
Nearly everybody liked her.
	And now, sitting by the pool, Ronda had to finally admit that she
liked her too.  Of course, she loved her.  Cheryl was her daughter, after
all.  But Ronda liked her daughter.  And today, after last night's events
that were only now beginning to creep into her consciousness after being
pushed away so many times since it had happened, she was admitting to
herself finally that she desired her daughter Cheryl too.  She desired to
kiss her mouth wetly, fondle her body's every inch, suckle the pert breasts
that filled her little B-cups so well, and lick and suck her maturing
little pussy.  Furthermore, she wanted her daughter to do these things to
her as well.  She wanted desperately to feel her own daughter's lips,
tongue, and mouth on her body's most sensitive areas.
	Of course she knew the taboos that were in play here.  Incest.  The
UGLIEST of words in the modern culture.  But why was that?  She certainly
had not set the rules.  Could she help it if she found she desired her own
daughter?  And now, God help them, she was aware of her daughter's desire
for her as well.
	It was that word, incest, that had kept last night's episode from
being replayed in her mind.  The taboo nature of it made her mind shrink
from remembering what had happened last night during the storm.
	Ronda looked up at the sunny day.  It was hard to believe that last
night it had been anything but wonderful weather.  She forced her mind to
go back to the events she didn't want to face, for to see them meant she
would act again on her and Cheryl's desires for one another.  And just as
surely as the sun rose in the east and set in the west, she knew that would
happen too, of course.

	It had been stormy all day yesterday, and the night forecast called
for more of the same.  They had watched TV until the cable had gone out;
then they'd played Monopoly until the power failed.  There was nothing left
to do but go to bed, so they had.
	The thunder had grown increasingly worse, booming closer to their
home with each passing minute.  Cheryl had never been nervous in a storm
before, but for some reason she was last night.  Ronda decided it was
probably just being fourteen.
	They had retired to their rooms, and Ronda had changed for bed when
a timid knock had sounded at her bedroom door.
	"Come in," Ronda said, wondering what Cheryl wanted.
	When Cheryl opened the bedroom door, she looked sheepish in the
candlelight that cast its romantic glow throughout the room.
	"Mom?  Can I sleep with you just for tonight?"
	The suddenness of her nervous response to the storm surprised
Ronda.
	"What's the matter, honey?" she asked with concern.
	"It's the storm, that's all.  For some reason I'm sort of scared.
Just a little," she'd added quickly, lest her mother think she was a baby
for being afraid of a storm.
	Ronda could sense her anxiety over being afraid and appeased it as
best she could by admitting to fear herself.  "I'm a little nervous too,
honey.  I'm glad you came in here.  I might have ended up slipping into
your bed tonight myself."
	Cheryl giggled at that, and the momentary tension was over as far
as admitting to fear of the storm went.
	"So I can stay with you tonight?"
	"Sure, hon.  We'll make it a campout of sorts."
	Cheryl leaped at the bed and landed amid the covers.  Ronda noticed
she was wearing a baby blue pajama shirt and almost sheer bikini panties of
the same color.  The sight had a disquieting effect on Ronda.  She suddenly
realized it turned her on to see her daughter in such a simple yet sexy
outfit for the night.  She decided to ignore her sudden lustful feelings.
It wasn't as if she could masturbate tonight if she got horny.
	"Well, what do you say we call it a night?" Ronda asked, climbing
into bed beside her daughter.
	"Okay, it's a night!" Cheryl said, squealing with adolescent humor.
	"Very funny, young lady.  Now, under the covers."
	"Do I have to?  It's hot and I like to sleep on top of the covers.
In fact, I usually don't wear anything on a warm night like this."
	Ronda had known that.  She had entered her daughter's room on
various errands after lights out numerous times to find her little cherub
naked and asleep on top of the covers.  The memory of it had a rather
stimulating effect on her.  As the storm raged outside, she could feel one
brewing inside her as well.
	Then she said something she couldn't believe she had said.  "Well,
I wouldn't want to stand in the way of tradition.  If you sleep in the
nude, then by all means, do so now.  I want you to be comfortable,
sweetie."
	In any other circumstance, she would have thought nothing of this
remark.  But suddenly she felt embarrassed by it.  For some reason, the
sexual nature of it struck her with an intense inner vibration.  She
noticed, uncomfortably, where that vibration was centered--in her pussy.
Her body was responding to her daughter in very unexpected ways.  She felt
her pussy grow moist.
	Her daughter's reaction was more expected, but no less intoxicating
to Ronda.  She began to unbutton her pajama top, smiling at her mother
before looking down to watch her own progress.  She was stripping, getting
naked to sleep in the same bed as her mother.  She behaved as if it were
the world's most normal thing.
	Perhaps it was, thought Ronda.  But her own feelings of lust were
making her feel guilty.  She had never felt guilt as far as her daughter
was concerned, and the sensation was odd now, to say the least.
	Ronda found herself staring at her daughter's breasts as they were
revealed.  She'd seen them plenty of times before, as recently as last
week, but their effect on her now was somewhat different.  She realized she
was viewing her daughter as a sexual partner.  Her own partner.
	Cheryl noticed her mother's stares.  "What?" she asked, blushing
slightly.  She found embarrassment to be an unusual sensation as well, but
her mother's stares were much different than her usual casual glances.
	Ronda snapped out of her reverie.  She realized with sudden horror,
that she was imagining her mouth sucking Cheryl's nipples, first one, then
the other, until they were standing at attention to meet her mouth's
fondling of them.
	"Huh?  Oh.  Um... I was just... nothing."  Her mind reeled with
the image.  What was more, her pussy was positively on fire.  Her breathing
was ragged.  Sweat popped out on her forehead.
	"Are you okay, Mom?  You look kinda hot."
	My God, thought Ronda.  Is it that obvious?  Then she realized
Cheryl was talking about the perspiration that had shown on her skin.
	To cover the reason for her sudden perspiring, she just said, "Oh,
well, yes, I am."
	"Why don't you sleep on top of the covers in the nude too, then?"
suggested Cheryl.  "An all nude slumber party, just you and me.  That would
be neat!"
	Ronda realized that she was stuck now.  She would have to comply or
give away how much desire she was feeling for her daughter right now.  She
began to remove the gown she'd put on.  She wore nothing underneath.
	When next she looked at Cheryl, Ronda saw something flicker in her
eyes that she hadn't seen before.  It was a momentary flash of thought or
mood.  Then she realized she had seen that look before.  She had seen it
while Cheryl, at the tender age of four, had ridden Shadow, stimulating her
little vulva and clit that had not even developed much beyond a small B-B.
And she had seen it when she had entered the bathroom that time to see her
daughter with legs splayed up the wall of the tub enclosure and the water
from the tub's spigot splashing onto her puffy, hairless mound.  What she
had seen flicker in her daughter Cheryl's eyes was exactly what she had
already been feeling.  It was lust.  A desire for sex.  Ronda realized with
sudden clarity that her fourteen-year-old daughter was horny.  And she
could also see that it surprised her too.
	For a moment, neither spoke nor moved.  They were transfixed with
the knowledge about each other.  Cheryl suddenly realized that it hadn't
been the heat that had caused her mother to perspire.  She recognized the
reason which until that moment had escaped her.  Perhaps she'd recognized
it because she had suddenly felt it herself, but she knew it for what it
was.  And suddenly their hearts were pounding in their chests, which in
turn created more heat in their pussies.  They each knew.  And what was
more, they understood that the other knew as well.  And this caused their
paralysis.
	Finally, Ronda spoke, but it was a feeble attempt to break the ice.
"Well... um... uh....well."  She heaved a sigh.
	"Mom?  What's going on?"
	Cheryl was the one to bring it up, of course.  She was the more
innocent of the two and needed answers.  Ronda realized they at least
needed to talk about it.
	"Honey, do you want to talk?"
	Cheryl nodded.  It brought back the memory of their conversation
after the tub incident and Ronda relaxed.  Whatever happened, they would be
okay.
	Ronda climbed onto the bed beside Cheryl, and they lay back
together, propping themselves up with pillows.  They looked into each
other's eyes.
	Ronda spoke first this time.  "Honey, I don't know what is going
on, exactly.  How do you feel right now?"
	"Right now?  Right now I feel like masturbating.  And I am not sure
why.  But suddenly seeing you naked did that to me.  I don't know.  What
about you?"
	Ronda continued to gaze into her daughter's lovely green eyes.  She
could feel herself falling into them.  "Right now I am so hot I could touch
myself and cum within seconds."
	Cheryl was still confused, but not in a panic.  She seemed more
curious than anything.  "Mom, why are we feeling this way together?  I
mean, I am scared to say what I was thinking.  What I am still thinking."
	Ronda tried to get some perspective, attempted to understand where
these feelings came from.  She thought she knew, but wasn't sure Cheryl
would understand.  She felt she had no other choice but to tell her what
she thought and see.
	"Sweetie, I think it is an extension of our immense love for one
another.  We have been so close all your life, and I have always been open
and honest with you about your sexuality.  Perhaps this is just that love
and understanding coming out in a new way."
	Cheryl seemed to be taking that thought in and processing it.  She
looked at her mother and this time boldly allowed her eyes to wander down
her body to her breasts and pussy.  Her eyes lingered there on her mother's
shaved pussy as her breathing grew more unsteady.  Unconsciously, Cheryl's
hand began to wander to her own breasts and squeeze her right nipple,
pinching it.
	"Baby, are you scared?" asked Ronda, concerned that her daughter
not be afraid of her or her own feelings, as wrong as society thought those
feelings might be.
	Cheryl glanced up into her mother's soft eyes then back down to
Ronda's pussy, whose aroma now mingled with her own pussy's to fill the air
around the bed with the fragrance of their natural perfumes.  "No," she
looked back at her mother before continuing.  "I'm turned on!"
	It was a sound of desperation.  A music of longing.  In the time it
takes for the heart to beat, they each knew that they would make love.
	"Me, too," Ronda's voice nearly squeaked, her throat had become so
dry.
	Then Ronda leaned into her daughter's frame, that lovely, tight
fourteen-year-old body, and they molded into each other.
	Their lips sought the other's, seeking and exploring.  They kissed
deeply.  Their tongues intertwined, probing warmly into the other's mouth,
longing to become one.  Each uttered a moan of abandon to their feelings.
Desire enveloped their bodies.
	Ronda tilted her head to her daughter's small cleavage and her lips
moved to the swelling flesh of her breast.  She sought the nipple that
capped the mound of flesh and in an instant it was in her mouth at long
last.  She realized the irony that she had suckled Cheryl as a baby, and
now, years later, it had been her, the mother, who had next sought the
nipple of the other.
	Her tongue flicked the swollen flower of Cheryl's nipple, dancing
along the protruding button of raspberry-colored flesh.  Next, her teeth
nibbled along the sides of the tit, finally arriving back at the nipple,
where more tender bites were bestowed on the ripe flesh.
	All the while, Cheryl squirmed from the attentions of her mother.
She felt the moisture from her pussy begin to flow from her in waves of
pleasure.  She longed for more as her body responded in spite of who her
partner was.  She didn't care that it was her own mother.  She realized
that she had wanted this for so long, possibly since she had been a small
child first discovering her sexuality.  She was certain she'd wanted it
since she'd been eleven when her mother had caught her masturbating in the
tub.  She had found herself trying to peek at her mother since then.  She
wanted to see her mother's nude body.  In fact, she often masturbated to
images of her mother.  But it wasn't until now that she realized where
these fantasies had been leading.
	She looked down at her mother's head as it bobbed from one tit to
the other, nibbling enticingly.  Tears welled up in her eyes at the sheer
pleasure of finally having sex with her mother.  She loved her mother more
than anyone in the world.  Why shouldn't she be her first sexual partner?
She reached down and cupped one of her mother's breasts, pinching the
nipple.  Her mother responded with a moan of sensuality.
	Ronda's head continued its journey down Cheryl's belly.  She could
already smell the girl's horniness.  As in Ronda's own cunt, Cheryl's
creamy juices were bubbling from her superheated pussy.  Ronda felt an
enormous need to get her mouth on her baby's mound.  She stopped for a
moment at the fourteen-year-old's navel, dipping her tongue into the tiny
indentation in her daughter's perfect skin.  She hesitated for a moment, in
need of final permission to make love to her daughter.
	"Baby," she said, "do you want this to continue?"  She wanted to be
sure Cheryl was more than willing to make love with her mother.  This was
more than just sex, more than just lesbian sex, more than an older woman
with a younger one.  This was mother-daughter incest, and she needed to be
completely certain her daughter would not regret this.
	"Oh, yes, Mom, PLEASE!"
	"Are you wanting to do... everything?"
	"Very much, Mom.  I think I have wanted this for years."
	Ronda looked up at her daughter's face.  It was radiant.  "Really,
honey?"
	Cheryl spoke with complete sincerity.  "Yes.  I think I first
wanted this when I was eleven and you caught me in the tub.  I just didn't
know it then.  I didn't understand my feelings."
	Ronda scooted up and took her daughter's face in her cupped hands.
They kissed tenderly.  A lover's kiss.
	Now it was Cheryl's turn to kiss and fondle her mother's titties.
She licked her mother's breasts, the same breasts she had suckled milk from
as a baby.  She kneaded the fleshy globes and hungrily sucked the nipples,
as if she were still a baby and wanted the nourishment these magnificent
breasts could offer.  She then looked up at her mother.
	"I want to taste you too, Mommy."
	"Of course, sweetheart.  You will.  And I want to taste you.  Do
you know what a 69 is?"  Cheryl nodded.  "Do you want to do that with me?"
	"Yes.  Yes, I do!"  Cheryl's eyes danced with eagerness.
	Ronda moved her body around, switching her head down to the crevice
of her daughter's pussy, and offered her own pussy to her daughter.  They
each looked at the other's mound of pleasure.  They breathed in the heady
fragrance of the other's pussy.  The aroma was intoxicating, and they were
drunk with the pleasure of their actions.
	Ronda was the first to place her mouth on the slit offered for her
enjoyment.  She began to lick her daughter's pussy, gently at first,
getting Cheryl used to the incredible sensations.  She heard Cheryl moan
loudly at the contact.  Ronda felt the hips buck into her mouth with a
spasm as a wave of delight washed over her daughter.
	"Lick me, too, Cheryl," Ronda told her.  She couldn't wait to feel
her teenage daughter's lovely mouth on her clit.
	Immediately, she felt the young girl's mouth on her slit, covering
it like a warm, wet blanket.  Her tongue snaked out and flicked the tip of
the clit sending Ronda into heaven.  Sensations flooded her pussy.  She
felt as if a dam had burst.  Her pussy was drenched.  Her daughter's saliva
mixed with her pussy's own secretions to make a sea of blissful wetness.
She felt her little girl's mouth being smeared with her juices, sliding
easily about the opening that had presented itself to the lovely young
girl.
	Cheryl had a difficult time believing what had happened so
suddenly.  She loved the taste of her mother's pussy.  This didn't surprise
her.  She loved the taste of her own cum.  She had sucked her fingers after
masturbating for years, relishing the flavor.  She discovered now that the
flavor was even better when taken fresh from the vagina.  It was like the
difference between the taste of hot coffee and the taste of coffee after it
had been allowed to cool.  The flavor was there when cooled, but it tasted
so much better when hot.  And her mother was indeed hot right now.  Very
hot!  But then she was rather hot herself.  She could feel her mother's
mouth on her own flooded gash, her tongue rolling across the clit, making
her buck involuntarily to the rhythms of the tongue lashing her pussy was
receiving.
	Ronda knew she would be cumming soon.  She recognized the intensity
of the feelings her daughter's mouth was creating.  She was a molten mass
of cum that fairly dripped from her pussy like honey from a packed comb.
She could hear the slurping noises that Cheryl was making and knew her baby
was definitely enjoying the feast that her pussy was providing.
	She reached into her little girl's pussy with her tongue and fucked
the pussy in and out, using her tongue like a slender cock.  Cheryl
responded with another bucking of the hips, fucking her face back the way
her tongue was fucking her pussy.  She wrapped her lips around the little
clit and sucked it gently now, and alternated that with tongue-fucking her
vagina.  Her daughter seemed on the very edge of an unbelievable orgasm.
	Cheryl mimicked her mother's movements, unsure as she was about
what might feel good to Ronda.  Then she got an idea of her own.  She
reached with the index fingers of both hands and, separating the folds of
the steaming pussy, plunged them into the gushing vagina.  She
finger-fucked her with abandon, plunging her fingers in and out while her
mouth devoured her mother's clit.  Ronda's moaning showed that she was
getting close, especially after the fingers began pistoning into her pussy.
	Cheryl could feel her own orgasm welling up from deep inside her.
It was boiling from her womb into her body like lava.  Her mother's mouth
was wildly licking her little clit and the slick inner folds of her pussy.
She began to bounce her hips against her mom's mouth so hard that she
became afraid she might bruise her.  But that thought was quickly buried
deep in her psyche.  Her more conscious mind was concentrating on her
approaching orgasm.  She could tell it would be an enormous one, perhaps
better than any she had experienced to that point.
	With a sudden jolt, the climax hit her, rushing over her body as if
a dry heat had blasted from some desert area and enveloped her body.  Her
hips went wild; she screamed loudly.  Tears welled up, the moment was so
powerful.  She could not believe the force of the orgasm.  It seemed to
take control of her muscles, making them quiver uncontrollably.  Spasms
rocked her young body as they never had before.  Her pussy seemed to be on
fire from the strength of the orgasm.  She lay beside her mother,
momentarily forgetting her obligation to bring her mother off as well.
	"Keep sucking me, baby.  Mommy's about to come too."
	The words reminded her that her mother was still in need of her
climax.  She realized that if it was anything like the one that was still
racking her body, her mother was in for a treat indeed.
	With the tremors of her own orgasm still spreading in receding
waves throughout her own body, Cheryl attacked her mother's pussy again
with fingers, tongue, and lips, devouring the sweet, slippery flesh of
Ronda's larger pussy while her fingers redoubled their efforts to bring her
mother to a wonderful cum.  Cheryl wanted Ronda's orgasm to be as extreme
as her own.  Her lips curled around the clitoris, sucking the button into
her scrumptious mouth, shaking her head back and forth.  Her index fingers
once again speared her mother's pussy, stroking into Ronda's opening like
miniature pricks.  Instinctively, she curled the fingers underneath the
pubic bone and found her mother's G-spot.
	The reaction from Ronda was immediate.  She began screaming loudly,
moaning out the approaching orgasm, pushing it into being much like the act
of pushing her baby out of her vagina.  It was incredible.
	"Oh, GOD!" she screamed.  "Suck me!  Fuck me!  Oh, Baby-doll!"  Her
words were tumbling out of her mouth with no thought to meaning.  She was
just rambling with the orgasm's rushing power.
	Her body was slammed with wave after wave of unbelievable spasms.
Ronda grunted and moaned as the jolts caused her body to shudder
rhythmically.  She felt the orgasm build to a climax and her body arched
into her daughter's mouth, pushing her pussy into her sucking mouth,
forcing her clit into her daughter's teeth and her juices down her throat.
	Finally, she felt the orgasm subside in gradual waves.  She felt
totally spent.  Her muscles felt like cooked spaghetti.  She felt she had
to pee, but she didn't have the strength yet to walk to her bathroom.  She
lay there, catching her breath and willing her muscles to find their
ability to help her walk.
	After a moment, she felt she could stand, and she went to the
bathroom to pee.  Afterward, she returned to the bedroom to Cheryl.  They
lay together for a moment before Ronda spoke.
	"Honey, are you okay with what happened?"
	"Yes, Mom, I love you."
	"I love you, too, Muffin."  It was a name she often used for
Cheryl, a pet name that they both loved.
	Cheryl cuddled into her mother's arms, laying her head against her
mother's breast, kissing it lightly, and closing her eyes before she said,
"Now you're a muffin, too, because you are good enough to eat."  She
giggled then, amused at her little joke.
	Ronda kissed her head and closed her own eyes.  She was not sure
what to make of what had just happened.  She would think about it tomorrow.
Right now, she needed sleep.

	Ronda sat by their pool remembering all this.  She still wasn't
sure what to think.  At that moment, Cheryl came out of the house, finally
awake from the previous night.  Ronda noticed she was still nude.  Her
lovely firm ass was shapely and delightful.  She sat in the lounge chair
beside her mother.
	"Honey, are you still okay with what happened last night?" asked
Ronda, not sure of the response she might get.  Cheryl may have decided
that what they did was totally wrong.
	"Mom, I have never been happier.  Are you okay with it?"
	Ronda looked at her nubile daughter.  Noticing Cheryl's small A-cup
boobs with their raspberry nipples, Ronda could feel her daughter's firm
body suddenly turning her on.  She had her answer.  Leaning over, she took
her fourteen-year-old daughter in her arms and kissed her passionately.
This would be the start of a wonderful life together.