Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 10:39:00 -0400
From: tracy mc <tracymc1985@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tracy's Desire

This is an adults only story and is based on my experiences. This reflects
my relationship with my mother, who is my lover.

Tracy's Desire

"AAAAHHHHHHHH" mom screamed, as she put the pillow over her face to muffle
her scream. She seem to be aware of the fact that at 4:30 in the morning,
with the house so quiet, she might wake up my sister, who was sleeping
across the hall in her room. Earlier, I had awaken to feel mom's hands all
over my boobies while we slept. Well, I guess she must have had a very
horny dream and here I was, and I was so eager to please her, as she as
done for me so many times in the past years. laying between her legs on my
stomach, my four finger still encased within her now still convulsing and
soaked cunny, my actions just previously of driving my fingers into her,
hard and fast, which she likes at times, seemed to do the trick, as she
exploded onto my fingers. Mom's entire body shock with her eruption, her
body rising from the bed with my fingers still encased within her. Her soft
fleshy body and her overflowing breast hanging to the sides of her body,
her belly trembling and heaving up and down, as her breathing became
erratic and then finally, calming down.

The only light, reflecting from outside, shown into the bedroom, the sight
from someone else looking in on us would seem to be so so erotic, the soft
light shimmering over her still sweaty body. She slowly pulled my fingers
out of her and I slowly moved up to lay beside her on my back. My cum
soaked fingers, were so soaked with her juices, I started to wipe my finger
all over my nipples, which seem to glitter in the subdued light. Lifting my
finger up, I see the tacky sweet cum on my fingers and in between them. I
slowly put my fingers into my mouth and lovingly started to suck and lick
them all clean.

"Trace, thank you, you make me happy, do you know that", she whispered to
me as we laid there, her watching me suck and clean my fingers that just
came from deep within her. My tongue licking my fingers and between
them. "Mom, I love you, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you and sis"
I replied. So, at 4:30am, we went back to sleep, laying there beside my
mom, my lover.

Later, I woke up to find her gone from our bed, but I heard her in the
kitchen cooking and the TV blaring in the living. Earlier this morning
seemed so magical, I lifted my fingers to my nose and i still smelled her
aroma on me. My nipples, all pink and puffy, still had the sweet cunny
juices from her, now dried on my nipples. I forced my head down to lick
them (am a B-cup, am not very large) and to reawaken the wonderful taste of
this sweet nectar that flows from us, which we love so much. Hence, I have
decided to try and understand as much as I can about this sweet juice that
I have become to love.

I have only tasted four vaginas in my 20 years, (my first lover, my mom, my
college roommate and myself) I've tried to lick my own vagina but I can
tell that I couldn't reach it, I would if I could figure someway to get my
tongue down there..ha ha.... Once I asked my mom as to the flavor of my
vagina, she offered that it was "good." The taste of a vagina comes mostly
from the fluids in it, and is thus stronger inside the vagina itself than
in the external parts. The taste is not sour, but somewhat bland, perhaps
because the vagina is, after all, acidic. The tartness I sometimes taste is
mild but the taste can be quite strong. To me, the taste seems "strong,"
which is my word for the combination of after taste and creaminess of some
of the juices. The slippery (creamy) fluids that get made when I'm excited
taste different from each of us. I find that the taste of a vagina to be
different with each of my lovers and myself. Everyone I've talked to likes
the taste, especially the taste of me, and I don't think that it takes as
much "acquiring" the taste, a lover will accept and love the sweet fluids
that come from your loving of each other.

Now, that I have given my brief thoughts on that which we love so much, I
can only say, later that day, mom and i went at it again, after my sis and
her friends went to the local community pool in the afternoon. It is so
much fun to make love to her, to just "do it" when the urges hit us. I
guess we are , at times, our own best love toys.  If you are anywhere in
the easter US, you would have known that the first week of August was so
hot and humid, especially here in the northeast, and this caused us to try
and keep cool where and when we can. My sis and her friends opted to go to
the pool on this day, mom had gone out and when she got back, was totally
soaked from the heat and humidity. I love the smell of her sometimes when
she is like this but, she was in no mood for this, she was totally stressed
from the heat, so I held off, allowed her to cool off and take a nice
shower as I put away her packages. I took her dirty and sweaty clothes to
the laundry room and placed them in the washer. But, I could not resist the
desire to smell her panties. I know this is kinda freaky, but I have always
loved the smell of slightly soiled undies and especially if it has the
mixture of cunny juices ad pee...heavenly.

I held mom's panties to my nose and I smelt the strong aroma of sweat and
urine in them. I saw it was moist and slightly stained in the crotch area
and slowly placed it to my nose to smell it deeply, then instinctly, moved
it to my mouth to suck the sweet stained areas deep into my mouth. I closed
my eyes as I sucked hard on the material. My nipples started to feel as if
they were on fire, as I began to squeeze them thru my top and bra. I know
and could tell, that my pussy was getting soaked from this little
infatuation/obsession I was doing. I took the panties from my mouth and
slipped them down into my jeans and moved them to my now juicy cunny.
Pulling the snaps on my shorts, I drove the panties all over my cunny and
stuffed some of it into my pussy, soaking the material with my juices.My
nipples and now my clit, ached and cried out for relief. I took mom's now
soaked panties back to my mouth and began to suck them in earnest, tasting
my pussy juice and her sweat, pee soaked mixture as I rubbed mt clit
vigorously. My relief started to bubble deep within my belly and the
electric tingling that flowed thru me from the back of my neck to my tiny
pink toes, My eyes closed tightly and my breathing quickened as I sat there
on the floor in the laundry, my mom's panties in my mouth and my fingers
deep into my shorts rubbing my clit.

I exploded and shuddered, as wave after wave flowed thru me. Sitting there,
as my body returned control to me, my after convulsions, slowly returning
my senses to the reality of where I was and what I did.

It would seem strange and weird to a stranger looking in on me, sitting on
the floor in that way, but love and desires, make you do and act in strange
ways. "Had fun" mom said, as the look on her face told me she has seen me
in this state. "Yea" I replied shyly, somehow at this time, I really didn't
want her to see me like this, with the panties and all. "Why didn't you
tell me?" she asked. Know what she meant, but sensing my obvious
embarrassment, "I don't know, I thought you might get mad at me for this" I
said. "Trace, we share so much, how could I be upset, about something like
this, we share so much more" she said. Then reaching her hand down to me,
she helped pulled me up to her and held me. "Come with me, I want to show
you something" was all she said, as she walked out of the room, with me
behind her, slowly, stopping to button my shorts and to place the soiled
panties I had used into the dirty wash. I caught up to her as she went into
the bathroom. I stood by the door and looked in and I saw her sitting on
the toilet with her dress pulled up, her white cotton panties, the sweet
pretty ones with the little flowers on them and to my surprise, hot sweet,
steaming piss filling them up and flowing down the sides into the bowl and
on her butt.

"Come in and close the door" she said "Time to thank you for this morning"
and I knew, with all my heart, that I must be living a dream, because she
seems to read my mind and to know what to do and when to do it..I was happy
to see her, sitting there, inviting me to indulge my pleasure and
fantasy...  "I love you mom" was all I could say, as I walked into the
bathroom and closed the door....