Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2004 13:12:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Statton Haley <haley_statton@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stacy and Julie: Mother-Daughter Weekend (Ff inc)

"Stacy and Julie: Mother-Daughter Weekend"
(Ff inc)

by Haley Statton
haley_statton@hotmail.com

This is a work of fiction.  Incest is not right in the real world. Sex with
underage individuals is not right in the real world. If however, you are
able to restrict yourself to a fantasy life which resides on the web, you
are 18 years or older, and you enjoy reading erotic stories of the
aforementioned nature, then you may continue.

~~~~
Stacy and Julie: Mother-Daughter Weekend

It was lovely warm day in April when Julie sat at the kitchen table waiting
for her daughter Stacy to arrive home from school. She gazed from the
window to the street as she saw Nicole's car pull up. Stacy stepped out of
the passenger side and waived goodbye to her friend. Stacy bounded up the
walkway, backpack slung over her shoulder. Julie rose and met her daughter
as she came through the door.

"Hey Mom," she stated.

"Hey, so how was your last day?" she replied referring to her final day of
classes at Roosevelt High.

"It was pretty cool, we didn't have to do much of anything so we just
signed yearbooks."

"Sounds like fun!" the older responded with enthusiasm remembering the
thrill of her youth and finally being done with her obligatory term of
school.

Julie glanced at Stacy as she walked into the kitchen and set her bag
down. She was so proud of her beautiful daughter. Honor roll, played soccer
and volleyball. The universities had already been courting her to play on a
scholarship this fall and it wouldn't be long before she was running off to
some college.

"Hey I've got a surprise for you," Julie followed her to the kitchen, "How
does a weekend in the city sound?"

"Serious?" Stacy looked up with a smiling-surprise on her face.

"Yeah, I thought we could get away and have a girl's weekend."

"Oh my gosh, that's so cool," she leaned back against the counter, "I have
to be back Monday though because of the Senior trip."

"I know honey," her mother knew all about the hectic social schedule in the
coming week, "We'll leave this afternoon and come back Sunday night."

"Today? Oh my gosh, I have to pack."

"Just go get your stuff together and we can go."

"What about Dad?" Stacy wondered.

"He already knows we're going," Julie replied, "I wanted it to be a
surprise for you."

Stacy practically ran up the stairs and started packing. She threw her
things in two duffel bags trying to grab whatever she could. Julie walked
over and got her already packed suitcase and took it to the car. Stacy
appeared ten minutes later and tossed her bags in the back seat.

"Did you remember your bathroom stuff?" Julie asked her daughter.

"Yeah, I wasn't sure what clothes to bring though so I might have over
packed a little."

"That's fine, did you bring something nice to wear out?"

"Well, I brought that dress that we got last month." She was referring to a
pretty, black Bebe dress that the two of them found while shopping for
shoes. Julie normally wouldn't have let Stacy get something like that but
she saw how much her daughter loved it and it looked great on her.

"Perfect, let's get going."

They set out for Chicago which was only about an hour's drive away. Julie
knew how much Stacy loved the city which was most of the reason why she
chose it. The time the two of them would get to spend together was
decreasing before Stacy would be gone; Julie wanted a chance to spend some
time with her before the whirlwind summer ahead.

"Mom, thanks for the surprise trip," Stacy stated as they cruised down the
highway, the city skyline in the distance.

"You're welcome honey," she replied reaching over and stretching her hand
across the teen's shoulders, "We haven't really done anything together for
a while and I thought you deserved it."

"Are we staying downtown?" Stacy asked.

"Yep...I think you'll like the hotel," she explained, "I already reserved a
massage for us tomorrow at the spa."

"Ohhh," the younger shot back, "That is so cool!"

Both mother and daughter had gone to get massages before. Julie tried to go
once a month and Stacy always loved it when she had a chance to accompany
her mom.

They continued on for another half-hour before exiting the highway and
pulling onto Michigan Avenue. Within minutes, they were pulling under the
front entrance of a very hip-looking, downtown hotel. The valet opened the
car door for each of them and they strolled inside to check in. After
retrieving their keycards, the two made their way to the 16th floor and
found the room.

"Oh my gosh," Stacy gasped as they opened the door, "This is the nicest
hotel I have ever seen."

"It's pretty cool isn't it?" Julie smiled back.

The bellhop soon followed with their bags. Stacy amused herself by jumping
on one of the two queen beds which were decorated sleekly with velvet
headboards and geometric patterned comforters.

"So should we do now?" Stacy slid herself to the edge of the bed.

"We could go get something to eat..." Julie offered.

"Okay, should I put my dress on?"

"Yeah," Julie thought for a second, "We can go to the Hancock and get
dinner."

Stacy went to the bathroom and changed, while Julie slipped on a dress
herself. Stacy emerged about ten minutes later wearing her cute, black
dress that her mom had bought for her. The delicate fabric fit her athletic
body perfectly with spaghetti straps that showed off her youthful
shoulders.

"What do you think?" Stacy asked, "It's the first time I've had a chance to
wear it."

The seventeen-year-old looked terrific. She had curled the ends of her
straight, neck-length hair out in an adorable flip. She wore a pair of
black heels to accompany her stylish outfit.

"You look beautiful honey," her mother admired her daughter who had become
such a gorgeous young woman, "Very sexy," she added.

"Thank you," Stacy smiled back. "And look at you Mom...you look great!"

 Julie had brought along a fun, double-sheer layer, patterned dress and a
fashionable pair of strappy heels to match. The 40-year old was certainly
no less a beauty, even in middle age.

The two caught a cab and rode over to the Hancock building. Once at the
top, they snagged a window seat in the lounge overlooking the city. As they
sat in awe of the incredible skyline, the waitress came up and set down two
waters.

"Can I get you two something to drink?" She asked.

"I'll have a glass of Chardonnay," Julie replied glancing over to her
daughter who was staring back at her with a mischievous smile on her
face. Julie understood.

"Actually, make that that two," she added.

The waitress walked away, "Do not tell your father about this," Julie
stared.

"I wont," she smiled, "Thanks Mom."

The drinks came. Stacy had tried beer before but this would be the first
time she had ever had a full glass of anything. The teen took a sip. It was
strange but not so bad. They both sipped their drinks and talked about all
that they wanted to do in the city. It didn't take too long before Stacy
could feel a buzz coming on from the wine.

"How do you feel?" Julie inquired.

"Good," Stacy smiled wide, "Really good," she giggled.

Julie started laughing too. "I'll bet," she replied.

The waitress came back and they ordered some food. As the sun set, the two
talked at length like they hadn't done in a long time. They finished their
dinners and Stacy took the last sip of her wine.

"Whoah," the younger one whispered, "I think I'm a little drunk."

Julie giggled, "One glass...that used to happen to me when your father and
I went out," she explained, "He used to joke that I was a cheap date."

"Does that make me a cheap date?" Stacy snickered.

"Yeah," Julie laughed at her daughter's innocence, "I guess it does."

"Mom?" Stacy slurred slightly, "You look really beautiful tonight."

She smiled back appreciating the complement, "Thank you honey, so do you."

"I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman I know," Stacy
glanced down and then back up to her mom.

Julie knew that the wine was affecting her daughter but the words sounds so
wonderful just the same, "That is so sweet," she replied, "I always thought
you were the most beautiful girl too...now you're a woman and you just get
more stunning every day."

Julie reached her hand across the table where Stacy met it with hers. The
two smiled at one another enjoying the bond.

The check soon came and Julie paid, leaving the waitress a generous tip.

"Well, I guess we should get going," Julie stated to her now weary
daughter.

"Okay," Stacy sleepily smiled.

The two caught a cab back to the hotel. Stacy rested her head on her mom's
shoulder on the way back.

"Thanks for everything Mom," she looked up.

Julie looked down and met her daughter's eyes, "You're welcome honey."

Reaching down, Julie's hand grazed Stacy's cheek and the younger angled her
neck up. The older woman leaned down and kissed her daughter sweetly and
innocently on the lips. Stacy pecked back and leaned her head back on her
mom's shoulder, allowing her hand to rest on her leg. Julie gently stroked
her daughter's soft hair as the cab sped along.

When they reached the hotel, both stumbled up to the room and walked
in. After undressing, Julie slipped into bed, wearing only a pair of
panties, as she normally did when sleeping. Stacy came out of the bathroom
in a cotton bra and panties and walked over to the bed. Her mom sat propped
up slightly in the opposite bed, a sheet covering her body. Stacy paused
for a moment.

"Mom?" she asked, "Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?"

Julie was a little surprised, "Sure baby."

"You don't think it's weird or anything do you?" Stacy asked quietly.

"Not at all," she grinned, "It'll be nice to have someone to keep me warm."

Julie pulled back the sheet, revealing her bare breasts. Ever since having
Stacy her bra size had gone from a 34B to a 36C, although they still looked
wonderful and warmly round. Stacy slid her lithe body next to her mom so
that Julie spooned her teenage daughter. She could feel how tight and well
toned she was against her hips. She moved her hand across the teen's waist,
resting on the soft skin of her belly and observing the subtle curve of
Stacy's bra. Her nipples were gently pressing against the combed fabric and
she felt goose bumps on her arm.

Julie pulled the blanket over both of them.

"I love you Mom," Stacy breathed reaching around and placing her hand on
her mother's thigh.

"I love you too honey."

Stacy drifted to sleep while Julie traced the lines of her daughter's
face. She moved her fingers from around the young girl's belly button along
the seam of her panties up and around her hips. Julie's pelvis slid tightly
against Stacy's rear and she thoughtlessly fell away into unconsciousness.

~~~~

Stacy's eyes opened slowly the next morning. Her head had been nestled into
the pillow and inches away were her mother's breasts. She recalled the
night before and at first felt slightly embarrassed that she'd asked to
sleep with her mom. Glancing up, Julie was still asleep. Stacy just laid
for a minute examining the soft flesh before her and began to feel less
concern. It was kind of nice to be close to mom like this. She gently moved
the sheet down covering both of their torsos revealing her mom's hips and
thighs. The g-string her mother wore was now clearly in view. Remembering
her mother mention a few years back that most women shave around their
crotch, Stacy had always done so since then and saw that Julie did the
same. She'd always admired her mom's slender waist and curvaceous hips. The
silk fabric seemed to cling to her crotch, outlining her small mound.

The young girl glanced at her own body and then to her mother's. She hadn't
ever really seen mom like this before; had the chance to just watch her
before. Not wanting to wake her, Stacy just stared. She liked the sleeping
face and beautiful body. She reached out and placed her hand on her mom's
hip, over the strap of her panties. As she gently stroked down her thigh,
Julie began to wake. She took a deep breath in and her eyes opened. At
first a little shocked, she quickly switched to a smile.

"Morning," the older one said.

Stacy's hand rested on her waist.

"Morning," she smiled back.

Julie was pleasantly surprised at her daughter's sweet face in front of
her. It wasn't something she was used to seeing in the morning. Feeling
their bond, she reached up and held her hand to Stacy's cheekbone.

"How did you sleep honey?" she wondered.

"Good," the teen grinned, suddenly feeling a little self conscious about
her hand on her mother's thigh. Removing it she rose from the bed, "Want
some coffee?"

"Sure."

Stacy stood and grabbed the coffee pot. Filling it in the bathroom sink,
she emptied it into the machine and started it. Julie rose and found a
shirt, pulling it over her head. She watched her daughter walk back to the
bathroom, and smiled at her pure beauty.

"Wow, we slept in," Julie stated looking at the clock which read 10:33.

"I know," she replied coming from the bathroom in a long t-shirt, "When is
the massage scheduled for?"

"Noon," her mother replied, "We could order some breakfast, shower and then
go down there?"

"Room service?" Stacy stood wide-eyed, "Yeah...totally!"

Julie smiled and picked up the phone. She called down for a continental
breakfast for two. 25 minutes later, a knock was on the door and an
attendant brought a large tray of food in. Julie grabbed the luggage stand
and the gentleman set the tray down.

"Do you and Dad do this at hotels all the time?" Stacy asked once the man
had left the room.

"Well, when we go away someplace nice, we like to I guess," she explained,
"I keep forgetting that you've never really been to a nice hotel."

"Yeah, I think I could get used to this," the younger one laughed as she
removed the plate cover.

The two ate the various pastries on the plate and had a glass of orange
juice. Soon after, they took turns in the shower. Each dressed in a t-shirt
and shorts knowing they would be changing down at the spa.

"Well, it's only 11:30 but we could just go down now," Julie glanced at the
clock again.

Stacy agreed and they left the hotel room for the spa on the second
floor. A woman greeted them as they walked through the door. She signed
them in and told them they could change in the locker room. With time until
noon, she suggested they try the steam room.

The two women walked to the locker room and grabbed a robe from the stacks
neatly folded by the door. They began to undress. Julie glanced over at
Stacy as she unclasped the bra from her back and slid her panties down to
her calves, stepping out of them. They both walked in robes to the steam
room and entered. A nude woman exited as they sat down leaving them alone.

As they relaxed in the humid, tiled room, sweat began to run down Julie's
face.

"I think I need to take this robe off," she said standing.

Stacy followed her mother's lead and untied the robe. Julie placed the
garment on the seat and sat down naked. She watched Stacy pull the fabric
apart and off of her shoulders. She sat back, next to her mom. Stacy
crossed her heels and glanced over at her mother's body, peeking down at
the pubis that was earlier covered by the g-string.

"Did you have fun at the Hancock?" Julie asked.

"It was great," Stacy replied, "I think that wine definitely got to me."

Her mom began to laugh, "Yeah, you were a little tipsy."

"Honey," Julie continued, "I meant what I said though about you
though...I'm so proud of you and you are so beautiful." She smiled as her
hand came to rest on Stacy's thigh.

"I meant what I said too Mom." Stacy placed her hand on top of her mom's as
she looked over to her face.

The two gazed at one another for a moment and smiled.

"I'm sorry if that was weird last night about me sleeping with you," the
younger one explained.

"It wasn't weird at all," she responded, "It was kind of nice, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Stacy nodded as their fingers intertwined. She was confused by the
feelings she was having. Feeling so close to her mom was wonderful and
comfortable and it was as though she wanted to be even closer. Almost like
she wanted to touch her more but what did she even mean by that? The idea
seemed somehow alluring but inappropriate.

Soon they heard steps coming towards the door and soon a young woman
appeared.

"Stacy?" she looked in.

Stacy nodded and left. Julie's therapist would come moments later.

An hour and a half later, Stacy walked back to the locker room. She felt so
relaxed, she simply sat down for a moment in front of her locker. Julie
came in soon after. Both looked like they were ready to just fall asleep.

"How was it?" her mom asked.

"It was great...and yours?"

"Fantastic," she replied leaning against the wall.

"Do you think we could just wear these robes back to the room?" the teen
wondered.

"I'm sure we could."

The two grabbed their things and walked back to the room. Once inside Julie
laid down on the bed and relaxed. Stacy's thoughts from before the massage
hadn't gone away. In fact, the soothing caresses of her therapist only made
her more absorbed by the notion.

"Ahh, I wish that massage could just go all day long," she remarked.

"I know, it's so nice," Stacy replied. "Did they do that stomach massage on
you?"

"No, I don't usually like it so I just said that I didn't want it," the
older explained.

"I don't usually either but she did it really well...it must have been some
new way where they rub the sides of your stomach."

"Oh well, maybe next time," Julie sighed.

"You want me to try it on you?" Stacy sat down next to her mom.

"Sure, you remember how she did it?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Alright, but if I get nauseous, I'm blaming you," the mom laughed.

Stacy reached over and untied her mother's robe. Splitting the sides, she
exposed the naked body beneath. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of
the lotion the hotel had placed and poured some on her hands. Rubbing them
together, she then placed her hands on Julie's stomach and began rubbing
gently back and forth. Maneuvering her hands to her obliques, she began
massaging in a circular motion. The angle became difficult for her to work
and she climbed on the bed kneeling next to Julie. Rubbing just as the
massage girl had done, Stacy gently worked her mother's abs. She loved
being able to touch mom's warm skin like this. Looking down, the older
woman's pussy glistened lightly with massage oil that had run across
it. Stacy's hands began sliding down until she was rubbing the tops of her
mom's thighs. The older one looked up and saw that her daughter was
hovering above her crotch as she rubbed. She had to admit, massages always
made her aroused and feeling her daughter's soft hands on her thighs was
certainly stimulating.

Stacy looked up and gave in to her curiosity. She grazed her fingers across
Julie's pelvis and ran them through her pubic hairs, over the mons. Her
slick finger slid lightly over the tight labia, feeling their soft rim.

Julie moaned at how incredible it felt to have her touch there, but she
tried to come to her senses, "Honey...I don't think that's a good idea,"
she whispered.

"It's okay Mom," she quietly replied, "I want to."

Julie instinctively parted her legs slightly offering her daughter tacit
consent. Stacy responded by slipping her finger between the labia and began
running it back and forth slowly from just below her clit, over her hole
and back again. It felt so incredible to touch her mother as she just
watched her shapely body.

"You want to do this baby?" she asked plaintively but relishing the
treatment.

Stacy was entranced by her mother's bodily response to her. Her fingers ran
in and out of warm crevices she'd never even thought about before. It was
as though she'd been waiting to do this for years.

"I really want to," she whispered back.

Julie seemed to sigh and moan simultaneously at the answer as she allowed
her daughter to continue. She was feeling so aroused. This beautiful girl
was pleasuring her in an incredible way, it was making her feel emotions
she also hadn't felt before. Increasingly wanting to reach out to her, she
held back.

Stacy kept rubbing for what seemed like forever. Julie just rocked her
hips, losing herself to the intensity before something amazing naughty
occurred. Her daughter slowly slipped her finger from over her hole gently
and slowly inside her.

"Ohh," Julie instinctively exhaled.

That was it, she reached out and pulled the tie from Stacy's robe. Her hand
slipped through and caressed her belly. She wanted to touch another woman
now too...she wanted to touch Stacy. She slipped her fingers down over her
pussy and felt the moist heat coming from her daughter's crotch. Lifting
her hand back to her mouth, she licked her middle finger and placed it back
over the girl's mound. Slipping down to the valley beneath, Stacy
immediately whimpered and arched her pelvis into her mother's hand as she
stroked the gooey flesh.

As they rubbed each other, both grew increasingly closer to climax. Stacy
seemed to arouse so quickly, thrusting her hips against Julie's finger. Her
mother too, was practically in a trance as she came to the edge of
orgasm. As their slick fingers pressed, unrelentingly, Julie began to feel
a wave of heat wash her and consume her body. She could only sense Stacy's
fingers fondling her clit, everything else fell away. Her hips twitched and
shook vulnerably against her daughter.

Stacy let her mom's juice ooze out over her fingers and lubricate her final
friction. She smeared it around her labia loving the warm fluid. Her own
orgasm came only moments later. Crying out in a staccato chirp, her back
thrust forward and jolted for a few moments before relaxing.

When Stacy opened her eyes, she immediately fell into Julie's arms. The two
panted in a wonderful afterglow. Stacy pressed her hips to her mom and
clung to her like a baby.

Neither knew what to say. There was an immediate understanding of what had
just happened but both were so lost in the moment. Before any shame began
to set in, each were able to say their true feelings.

"I love you Stacy."

"I love you Mom."

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