Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 12:54:46 +0000
From: April Peters <seasiren6877@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden Needs

(Dedicated to the author of "Rowing")


Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind of job many men
would have envied: she was a sports commentator for super bike racing and
loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman
in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to offer.
She began commentating fifteen years ago because of her love of motorbikes
coupled with her journalistic training, and now worked for the major sports
station as their "star reporter" on the track. She was involved with the
sport on a personal basis as well, to the extent of marrying one of Europe's
top riders, a Frenchman called Francoise. Sadly it was a short marriage,
both of them had nothing in common besides the physical side of the
relationship and it ended with a divorce in which she'd been allowed to keep
custody of their young daughter and a large slice of his personal fortune.

The wind was gusting as she stood by the side of the track interviewing one
of the riders, her long tawny hair blowing across her handsome features as
she asked him what he thought about the forthcoming race. The bike engines
roared as the riders pulled back their throttles, causing her to shout into
the microphone for her voice to carry above the din. She kept her questions
brief, party because of the racket and also because the race was due to
start in a few minutes. Still talking to camera she kept a running
commentary as the nearest competitor climbed onto his bike saddle and revved
up his engine. A tall leather clad rider jumped onto his bike as he swung a
long muscled leg over the saddle.

"And here we see Marco Fonseca climb onto his bed and..." She grinned
sheepishly as she realised her error.

"Sorry about that," she laughed I don't know what I was thinking of there."

Behind the camera the soundman doubled up, his body shaking with silent
laughter at her Freudian slip. He knew all right.

"You may laugh." She shot back at him grinning, and then rallied quickly as
her professionalism reinserted itself and she resumed her commentary. Her
mind was already anticipating the ribbing she'd receive in the bar from the
rest of the crew once they'd wrapped for the day. She'd be able to take it
of course, and give back as good as she got, keeping up with the drinks and
the usual boy's banter. Donna had a masculine side, easy in the company of
both men and girls; she would invite either into her bed indiscriminately.
She was attractive to both sexes with a slim shapely body, lithe limbs and a
graceful bearing, which she used to her advantage in and out of the bedroom.
Very much a handsome woman with striking blue eyes, a long beautiful face,
and tawny coloured hair that fell down over her shoulders, she possessed an
air of devil may care which added to her appeal. Finally her piece to camera
ended and she put down the microphone.

"Sorry about that lads, he shouldn't have been blessed with such a gorgeous
butt. I was thinking about him climbing into bed."

Dave the cameraman shouted back: "How about you climbing into mine tonight,
eh?"

"In your dreams little boy." She replied to all round laughter from the
crew.

Shortly afterwards the race started and she began her commentary of the
race, her knowledge of her subject unmistakable as she explained the
technicalities and the tactics of the riders as they sped around lap after
lap on their powerful machines. It was a gripping finish and the world
champion won the race after a nail biting finish, which left everyone, Donna
included almost breathless with excitement. She went down from the
commentary box to congratulate the winner Paulo Scorcini, and found him in
the pits being clapped on the back by his team. He was a good looking
Italian, olive skinned, dark haired and entertaining company anytime, but
after winning the race he was in even better form than usual. He turned away
from his friends to give her his undivided attention and the benefit of his
sunny charm. She warmed to him instantly, it was so refreshing to be with a
man who was at ease with himself and confident of his own worth. Most men
found her striking looks intimidating, finding it difficult to initiate a
conversation or say what they really felt. Paulo had no such problem and
invited her for a drink at his hotel for a threesome with him and a friend.
She gladly accepted saying she's be there later in the afternoon around 3
p.m. She had no problem with his motives, knowing quite well what his
intentions were, she hoped she was right and felt excited by the prospect.

She met them at the bar around 3.10 p.m. they had a drink, she chatted a
little and then told the two men she fancied going up to Paulo's room for
some fun. He looked over at his friend, giving him a look that said I told
you so and laughed.

"Lady, you don't waste time. I like that, I like being asked. It's so good
when a woman isn't afraid to say what she wants."

She blew a smoke ring into the air before stubbing her cigarette into an
ashtray and standing up.

"Life's for the taking Paulo." She said in a quiet voice before looking him
in the eyes with what could have been a challenge. "Now shall we go?"

It was a good session. The men where energetic and reasonably inventive and
all three managed to keep going throughout the rest of the afternoon. Yet in
spite of it, there was still the all too familiar feeling that something was
missing, an element of something that remained hidden. It wasn't as though
there was anything wrong with the men, they'd kept her going most of the
time, their thrusting cocks had filled her up and spurted into every hole
including her mouth, which she loved, it was just a feeling that she always
had after sex with men. The only man, who had ever come near to curing her
elusive craving - for that is what it must be she decided - was her
ex-husband. It was Francoise who had been willing to indulge her fantasies.
There was a dark forbidden side of her sexuality, which as yet remained
untapped. He was the most inventive lover she'd ever had, with a kinky side
to his sexuality only matched by Susan her present lover. Susan worked for
the same television channel as her and read the news each day to an
appreciative audience of admirers. She was channel 15's pin-up girl and had
her photo clinging to many a men's work place, mess room and teenagers
bedroom. An elegant woman of thirty-two, with long black hair, sensual
intelligent features and a petite slim figure, her dark business suite,
which she wore each programme fitted her like an expensive glove. Her many
admirers would have been shocked if they'd have known she was a committed
lesbian. She'd been having a very secret relationship with Donna for some
time now, a relationship which both women found extremely rewarding. They
met once a week at Susan's plush apartment and spent the afternoon making
love, discussing fantasies and sharing their love for kinky sex. Both women
enjoyed the idea of watersports, not being on the receiving end mind you,
but finding a partner who would. It was partly because they were so well
known that each found it difficult to go out and find a partner that would
satisfy their particular fetish, except for Donna who had found her ex
husband to be a willing recipient. Another one of Susan's kinks, which would
have shocked everyone except her friend, was her attraction to young girls.
Donna shared her interest to some extent but not to the same degree as
Susan.  Susan kept up the pretence of respectable heterosexuality by being
married to one of the wealthiest landowners in the country. It was a
marriage of convenience which suited both of them. Susan gained a wealthy
life style and a screenr for her real preferences while he gained a trophy
wife who allowed him to enjoy his secret affairs with rent boys.

The next day she went to work, spending a day in the studio recording
voice-overs for a new documentary called "Bike's Of The Future", which she
found interesting. So much so that the day sped by quicker than she
expected. She arrived home to find the house empty, which was unusual as
Brittany her young daughter was usually at home by now. She looked around
for a note, but couldn't find one. Then she tried her bedroom but again
didn't find anything. She was about to leave when her eyes caught something
sticking out from beneath her daughter's mattress; it looked like a piece of
material. Her curiosity aroused, she walked over to the bed and pulled it
out, and to her shock discovered a pair of her own soiled panties. That
wasn't all; next to them lay a collection of photos, all were holiday snaps
of Donna on the beach wearing a scanty bikini, which left very little to the
imagination. As a Mother she was appalled, should she confront her and find
out what she was happening? The kind of behaviour Brittany was exhibiting
certainly wasn't normal for a girl of thirteen, especially when the object
of her desires was her own Mother. She realized she was in shock as she made
her way down-stairs into the living room. Grabbing a bottle of vodka from
the drinks cabinet, she splashed a large measure of the clear liquid into a
tall glass, and then tipped it between her lips and swallowed. She sat down
on the sofa as the warm liquid warmed her stomach and spread out through her
body like a warm wave.  Her own daughter wanted her sexually, the whole
thing was so preposterous so outrageous and so very wrong. 'So wrong` she
thought feeling her thighs moisten and her nipples harden at the depravity
of the idea. 'Oh my I'm so horny all of a sudden, why is this turning me on`
she thought. She took another drink as she pondered the whole concept of
incest, lesbian incest with her young daughter and realised she could hear
her own jagged breathing and feel her clitoris throbbing with a need she had
never felt before. In bed flesh against flesh, Mother and Daughter mouth to
mouth, tongue against nipple, tongues in .... She gasped, her face felt hot
but not from the vodka, she knew with a certainty that she had found the
missing element in her sex life, she was finally finding the answer, or at
least part of it. Donna had a mental image of her daughter standing before
her naked, her immature little body waiting for her to do with it as she
wished. Her pussy began to juice at the thought of the girl lying on her bed
with her legs open, her smooth cunt lips waiting to be kissed and loved by
her hungry mouth. Then another picture of her laying face down on the bed,
her babyish buttocks pouting out cheekily as they waiting for her caress.
She reached down between her legs, and pushing the light material of her
panties aside, then plunged her fingers into her squelching cunt just as the
final image burst upon her mind. She saw herself sitting naked on the bed
with her own beloved daughter kneeling down before her.  She was sucking her
pussy, her face hidden from view by her two fleshy thighs. She moaned as she
saw herself drape both of her long legs over the girl's thin shoulders, and
then wrap them around her back in an iron grip. With a feverish groan she
know she was making sure the girl couldn't escape. Not until she'd seen to
her needs and pleasured her thoroughly. She came with a loud cry, her hips
jerking off the seat as she saw herself cumming on Brittany's young lips and
her mouth dripping with cum. She groaned and pulled her panties back up then
reached for the vodka again as she began to plan her daughter's seduction.

Meanwhile Brittany was at her younger friend Amanda's house.  Amanda's
Mother was always friendly and often invited Brittany over. She didn't mind
going over to play, in fact she quite enjoyed having someone to play with
even if Amanda was two years year younger. As a bonus she never came away
empty-handed, Amanda's Mother usually gave her a soda or an ice cream. On
this particular day both girls were dancing around the bedroom as the CD
player belted out the number one single. They laughed as their bodies
gyrated to the beat of the music, and although Amanda was only just eleven
years old she danced around with thrusting hips and swinging arms the same
way she'd seen the older girls do on the TV. Both were oblivious to the
commotion they were creating as they bumped around the small room.

"Cut it out you two, the ceilings nearly caving in." Amanda's Mother
shouted. It looked as though the girls had caught her on a bad day.

"Mummy's cross." Groaned Amanda.

With ill grace she walked over to the CD player and turned it off, then
jumped up on the bed slapping the mattress with her hand in frustration.
Brittany joined her young friend, taking a place on top of the mattress next
to her.

"I'll bet your Mummy doesn't shout at you" Amanda sighed.

"She does sometimes."

"When?"

"Well..." Brittany tried to think but she couldn't really think of anything
for the moment

"Your Mum's nice, I wish my Mum was as nice as your Mummy"

"Yes, my Mummy's nice Amanda."

"She's pretty" She pronounced.

Brittany nodded her head and looked down as the carpet as she thought about
the Mother she adored. To say the youngster worshipped her was an
understatement; she felt so fortunate to have not only a caring Mother, but
also one who was so beautiful. It was easy to see why she had so many
lovers. Some nights she's hear moans and the creaking of bedsprings coming
from her bedroom. These were often accompanied by her Mother's voice as she
called out words of encouragement. There was never any attempt by her Mother
to hide her sexuality and sometimes she would talk about whichever partner
she was seeing at the time. It was on one of these occasions when she was
dating another woman that Brittany asked her if she was a lesbian. Her
Mother explained that she liked both men and women, but probably preferred
women a lot more. Then she went on to talk about what it was like to kiss
another woman, to taste her lips and smell lovely perfume on her soft warm
skin.

"I'm not rally a lesbian Brittany, but yes I do prefer women. Maybe one day
you'll experience the love of a woman and find you like it as well. I hope
you do then you'll know how I feel."

She remembered that conversation. She also remembered how she wanted her
Mother to kiss her, to feel her soft lips against her own, to taste her
mouth and suck in her warm breath, then to reach down and caress her breasts
beneath her top. She was only five then, too young by far to be experiencing
such sexual feelings, at least most people would think so, but most people
weren't Brittany and as far as sex was concerned she was her Mother's
daughter. She had adored her Mother as long she could remember, hardly even
remembering her Father who was never at home much anyway. Now three years
later, even they shouldn't, her feelings were becoming sexual. She'd learned
more about lesbians from some of the magazines the older boys brought into
school after stealing them from their parents. She remembered flushing with
excitement when someone showed her photo's of two women taking turns to
perform cunnilingus on each other, and ever since then she'd had wanted to
do it with her gorgeous Mother. Her fantasies grew even stronger, to the
extent of recently purloining a pair of her Mother's soiled panties from the
linen bin and several photos' from her bedside cabinet, each one of her
lying back on a golden beach wearing her sexiest bikini. She rubbed her
hands between her legs each night and held the woman's scented knickers to
her face as she breathed in the scent.

"My Mum's beautiful." She said looking wistfully at Amanda as she swept her
hand over her forehead and pushed her hair back.


Brittany noticed a change in her Mother over the next few days. Instead of
lounging around the house in a tea shirt and jeans as she usually did, she
wore low cut halter-tops and short skirts which gave an eyeful of stockinged
legs and bare thighs. On one occasion when she was sat on the sofa watching
TV, Donna came in with a cloth and sprayed the coffee table in front of her,
and then bent down to rub the table top. Her bulging breasts were almost
breaking free from the small top, and to the girls disbelief she realised
she wasn't even wearing a bra. She quickly lost all interest in the program,
her excited gaze taking in the sight of the two cheeky breasts and upturned
nipples. She blushed furiously when she noticed her Mother looking down at
her with a secretive smile. It happened again as she bent down in front of
the TV to pick an imaginary piece of dust up. This time she was treated to
the site of Donna's black skirt riding up past her stockings and bare
thighs, to reveal a pair of sheer dark panties she'd only recently bought.
Her eyes were drawn to the site of her Mum's white alabater buttocks
seemingly winking back at her and she blushed again as her mother swung
round suddenly and caught her staring. Shortly after that Donna went
upstairs, she heard her padding around for a while and then the sound of the
shower door clanging.  It was almost as though she was preparing to go out
on a date, although she hadn't mad plans that she knew of. There'd been an
unusual atmosphere in the house just lately, her Mother had been quieter
than usual, not saying much, just kind of acting up in a strange way wearing
that mysterious look. She turned her attention back to the soap she was
supposed to be watching, and let go of her thoughts as the plot drew her in
to it's own little parlour of intrigue and incredibility.

"Brittany. Turn the telly off its time for beddy-bies now." The sound of her
Mother's voice using the same childish phrase she always used at this time
came singing down the stairs just as the credits came down. She looked at
the clock, it read eight-thirty, and she thought again about her Mother's
unusual behaviour.  It reminded her of the teasing and flaunting she saw on
the television when a woman was trying to get a boyfriend. All those
suggestive looks and then the provocative clothing were beginning to make
her feel flustered. She shook her head and called back, "Coming Mum", then
switched off the set and flicked the light switch off before running
upstairs with a head full of crazy thoughts about her unpredictable Mother.
She was dying to get into bed and play with herself, the picture of her
Mother bending over in front of her was proving to tantalizing to resist.
The girl threw her clothes off and padded off to the bathroom, where she
washed and cleaned her teeth before putting on her nightclothes. Then
reaching under the mattress to pull out the contraband panties and photos,
she froze in horror. Instead of the pair which had been there last night,
there were the new pair her Mother had been wearing today,  nearly
see-through and lacy with a note placed on top. Everything became a dream as
she reached over ever so slowly and picked up the note and began to read.


My Love,

Don't be frightened I'm not cross with you. I know how you feel about me and
I want you to know I feel the same way about you. I've been thinking of you
non-stop ever since I found my panties and photo's under your mattress. I
can't get you out of my mind darling; you're driving me to despair. I' know
I've been acting up a little strange these last few days, that's because I
wanted to see your reaction to me when I flirted with you. Now that I know
how you've been thinking about me I wanted to see if I could turn on. I want
tonight to change everything between us, but I'm giving you the chance to
make the decision by yourself. You can throw the note away and stay in your
room and I'll love you as I have always done, or you can come to my bedroom.
Either way I'm leaving it to you dear. If you want to change your life
forever and mine as well, I'd like you to put this note down and come into
my bedroom where we'll begin a new relationship, not just as Mother and
daughter, but as lovers as well."

Brittany let the note fall to the floor as she felt her legs grow weak.
'It's all a dream, it must be, ` she thought. Yet she knew it was actually
happening, she could just walk into her Mothers bedroom and have everything
she'd ever dreamt of. She felt sick, not ill, but sick with excitement, with
shock almost as she began to consider the enormity of what was about to
happen. For she'd already made her decision, there was never any doubt in
the matter. She would accept the offer how could she not? How could she
throw away the chance of making a dream like this come true? She knew if she
ignored the note she would never be asked again, and then she'd regret it
for the rest of her life.  She squared her small shoulders and walked out of
the door to meet her Mother.

Some time earlier Donna had picked up the same neatly written note and the
pair of panties she'd been wearing that day, and deposited them beneath her
daughter's mattress. Then making her way to the bathroom, she'd showered,
washed and conditioned her hair until it had a deep lush fragrance, which
the packet insisted contained the essence of golden woods and summer
meadows. Placing a towel over her head as she stepped out of the shower, she
rubbed her hair dry, and then pulled it away to let her silky mane swirl
down her back. Carefully patting her skin dry, before rubbing fragrant
essential oils onto its surface, she padded into the bedroom and sat before
the dresser mirror. There she'd carefully shaved her legs until they were
smooth and shiny, and then her armpits, until they felt sleek against the
back of her hand. Satisfied with the result, she picked up a pair of
scissors and trimmed her dark pubic hair leaving a neat triangle of growth.
She was leaving nothing to chance, and wanted her elegant appearance to do
more than impress her lovely young daughter. She decided on a makeover,
usually this wasn't a necessary part of her preparations, her beautiful
features and clear complexion stamped her with a character and sensuality
that had never needed make-up. In spite of this Donna carefully applied
mascara to her long eyelashes, and fresh beige eye shadow to her lids. She
blinked her eyes feeling pleased with her image in the mirror, and reached
over for her lipstick to apply a red scented gloss around her shapely lips.
Feeling secretly pleased, and a little vain at the same time, she reached
for a blush stick and began to blend a shade of light coral peach into the
apples of her cheeks, and then met her eyes in the mirror to give a perfect
pout. A few drops of her favourite perfume behind her ears and under her
breasts added an aroma of drifting sandalwood and cloves to the warm night
as she slipped on a silky black gown, and tied it loosely around her waist.
As a final touch she flicked off the main light and turned on a set of dimly
glowing spotlights, which gave the cosy room a soft romantic feeling. She
paused to ponder her actions for a moment. Part of her was still appalled by
what she was about to do with her young daughter, who was after all only
thirteen years old for goodness sake. The whole situation was sick and
pathetic and so was she. But by far the stronger voice said go for it. It's
what you've been craving for all these years. Its taken Brittany's own need
to make you realise it, don't throw it away. She knew she couldn't fight her
desires; they were too strong for her to control. She glanced once more in
the mirror and then called her daughter to bed and heard her run up the
stairs. Twenty minutes later Brittany entered the room to see her sitting on
the bed waiting.

The sight of the glamorous woman stunned little Brittany. Although she knew
it was her Mother, she still had to blink a little to make sure. The elegant
woman could have been a film star, she would have graced the screen in any
Hollywood picture as the perfect leading lady. She stood and stared with the
door handle still in her hand, unsure of what to do next, almost as though
she couldn't remember how to command her body. The beautiful woman smiled
back at her conspiratorially and self-consciously swept a stray length of
hair from her forehead.

"I'm nervous too." She whispered, patting the mattress by her side she
added. "Sit here for Mummy and lets talk a little."

Brittany found her self-obeying as she walked across the thick piled carpet
that dominated the large room, now made cosy by the dimly lit spotlights.
She felt the mattress yield softly to her light body as she took a place
next to the beautiful adult. Her senses reeled at the scent of her Mother's
seductive fragrance and she nearly swooned with pleasure as she sat near
her.

"It didn't take you long to find the note." Her voice had a hint of relief.
She was glad she hadn't had to sit here any longer waiting for Brittany to
find it. In spite of her natural confidence she had never experienced
anything like the turmoil of emotions raging within her.

"No." She replied a little sheepishly. "Are you cross Mummy? I mean about me
pinching your panties and pictures."

Donna reached over and gently stroked her daughter's hair, slowly running
her hand through the blond tresses. Her eye's rested for a moment, as they
seemed to examine a stray lock before lifting her gaze back to meet hers.
"No. Of course not darling. Why do you think I've been flaunting myself at
you so shamelessly the last couple of days," she blushed. "I'd have been
more upset if you hadn't come. I'm glad that you took my panties; you made
me realize what's right here in front of me. You." She ceased her stroking
to rest both hands on top of Brittany's shoulders. "I've always loved you
Brittany, even when your Father and I were together, you had the first claim
to my heart. I know I seem a bit of a tough old stick." She shrugged. "Maybe
I am. But you have to be in this world, and a single woman has to keep
pushing to get anywhere, and to get people to take notice of her. I've been
away a lot. I've worked long hours and I haven't seen as much as you as I'd
have liked. But I want you to know the time we've had together has always
been precious to me." Brittany sighed and reached over, taking her Mother's
larger hand between her two smaller one's and squeezed.

"I love lots and lots Mummy." Her eyes were glistening in the dim light, and
her Mother realized she was near to tears herself as she gently clenched her
daughter's hands back in a way that said 'I know`. Donna cleared her throat
quietly. Cocking her head to the side slightly, and seemingly in a sudden
change of mood, she raised an eyebrow in a questioning glance.

"So...what do you think of all this war paint I've slapped over me. Does it
meet with your approval? It's taken me ages to trowel on over all the cracks
in my old skin."

"Mum you're the prettiest Mum in all the world." She frowned a little as she
let out a sigh in mock exasperation. "You know you are. You look like a lady
in the films. I'm so lucky to have such a lovely Mum." And then added in an
afterthought  "Amanda thinks you are too."

Donna flushed pleasantly at this piece of information. Donna was a little
angel, even younger than her daughter; she was beginning to feel the same
way as Susan did when it came to little girls. Very young girls at that, the
very thought caused her new problems with her composure. Returning back to
the present she smiled back at her lovely daughter. "That's nice, Amanda's
such a lovely little girl.   But coming back to you and me darling, I'm so
glad you like me looking like this. It's not my usual style, and I must
admit it feels a bit strange, but I have to say it does feels kind of nice.
She tossed her hair back over her shoulders as she looked at herself in the
mirror. "How long have you wanted to have sex with me?" The question came
out haltingly in the quiet room.

Their eyes looked in the mirror briefly before Brittany looked away. "A long
time, I can't remember." She looked up again as she gathered her courage.
"How long have you felt the same about me Mummy?"

"I only began to think about the possibility of us becoming," here she
paused a second, "close. I think I've wanted you for quite some time but
never really known it. Ever since you started developing from a toddler into
a beautiful little girl. You're so sexy Brittany. You've got such a pretty
face, so full of character, so lovely and your eyes sparkle so beautifully
when you look at me. When you laugh you're so carefree and full of life.
Your body is young and immature, not even a young woman's. Yet for all that
you have such a special sexuality, sometimes I think that I could eat you."
Her breath came out in a rush as she felt her arousal building. She wanted
to take her daughter to bed and knew she couldn't wait much longer. She
reached over and brushed her dimpled cheek with a soft kiss.

"What we're thinking of doing is so wrong according to the rules of the
society we live in. What I mean is, we can get ourselves into a lot of
trouble if anyone else finds out about us. Do you understand?" She asked
earnestly.

"I won't ever let any one else know Mummy. I promise I won't say anything to
anyone. I just want to do the things I've seen the women doing in the
magazine." She sighed.

Donna frowned. "Which magazine's this?"

"Oh, some of the boys brought a magazine to school. It had pictures of women
licking each other's pussy's and bottoms." The words left the girl's lips
easily; she clearly wasn't shy and had no difficulty using adult words to
describe sexual acts. Donna was glad she seemed so uninhibited.

"Hmm...well yes darling". She paused. "Yes we are going to do all of the
things in the magazine, and hopefully more besides. The next few years are
going to be the richest of our lives." She assured as she placed her arm
around her daughters shoulder and drew her close. "Come here."  She pulled
Brittany closer and their lips met in their first incestuous kiss, the
thrill sending shivers through their bodies as they realized its importance.
Donna's lips pressed against her daughters, writhing against them like a
duel until the youngster parted them slightly and felt her Mother's tongue
slide past them to ream the inside of her mouth and run along her teeth. The
room took on the sounds of French kissing as salvia passed between their
mouths and over Brittany's cheeks as her Mother hungrily mouthed her small
face before plunging back against her lips. Now heavy breathing and the
occasional fevered moan joined the sounds as the atmosphere became charged
with passion. Moaning into Brittany's mouth, her Mother pulled away the
girl's nightie, drawing it up over her small body until the material was
nestling against her neck. She broke the kiss with a loud plop, the girl
whimpering as she did and with one quick movement the pink material was up
off her shoulders to bare her slim chest and flat stomach. "Here let me get
these off. Stand up a sec." She hissed. Brittany began to stand up and
immediately felt her white panties sliding down her legs to the floor as the
eager woman stripped her naked. She stood without moving, noting the lust
written across her Mothers face as her eyes devoured every inch of her
beautiful pr-teen form. Blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders, framing an
oval face and dimpled cheeks with a clear complexion like her Mothers. They
both shared the same blue eyes, right down to the sparkling anticipation,
which now shone from them both. Her skin had the complexion of clear honey
without a blemish to be found, and as the woman's gaze travelled down over
her slim stomach she found even more pleasure in her gaze. She had never
looked at her daughter like this before. As a Mother she'd seen her
undressed on many occasions, but never with the shiny eyes of a lover. Her
inner thighs moistened as her eyes moved down and took in the puffy lips of
her immature vagina. A gentle push was all it took to send her falling on
her back onto the mattress with her Mother falling on top of her, her curvy
adult body with all it's feminine beauty and needs pinning her to the bed as
she kissed her again. Brittany reached round and brought her arms around the
woman's back and held her close, moaning into the larger mouth as it
devoured her. A thrill shot through her as she felt her Mother's breasts for
the first time. The prodding of her swollen nipples as they pressed through
the silken robe into her lower chest caused her to gasp out loud. Kisses
rained down on her face, her chin and her throat to the accompaniment of
breathless sighs from the eager woman as she combined licks and nibbles with
hungry open-mouthed caresses. Sucking on the tiny nipples then flicking them
with the tip of her tongue caused a delighted "Oohh Mummy that's nice Mummy"
to escape from the little girl. She grunted with satisfaction as she felt
the effect she was having on her baby. Down she went, fleeting kisses
wetting her stomach and then long swipes of her busy tongue around her pussy
before pausing for a moment to whisper, "I love you". She wriggled her
tongue between the openings as she ate her daughter's pussy with shameless
relish. Brittany kicked her legs out as she felt the welcome invader slip
into her pussy and wriggle around inside. She let out a series of gasps and
sighs at the incredible sensations within her.

"Yes Mummy. Oohh that's lovely, it feels just....Ohhh yes, please keep doing
it Mummy."

Donna held the girls thighs and pushed them back further giving her access
to her tight little butt hole, which now lay fully exposed before her. She
leaned in closer and swiped her long tongue over the small rosebud until it
glistened with salvia, and then gently pushed the tip past the tight ring
and slowly fucked her rectum. By now the youngster was crying out in ecstasy
as she pumped her tiny bottom into her Mothers face.  She squealed when
Donna began to quicken the pace of her tongue, watching it plunge in to the
hilt and invade her bowels, and then whip out again in a blur of motion.
Donna's lust filled eyes remained fixed on her daughters face as she raped
her ass and felt her squirm and cry. She kept it up for a few minutes more,
the room now noisy with cries of passion and the slurping of her tongue
inside the wet anus. Suddenly she switched to the girls cunt and resumed
sucking and licking the little clitoris.

"Mummy, Mummy. It's feeling funny. Oohh yes, yes Aaahhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh! Now
Now! I'm weeing." She came as only a girl of that tender age can; lights
began to flash in her head as she felt her insides turn to liquid, mistaking
the sensation for pissing. Donna carried on slowly licking and kissing until
the thrusts and sighs ceased, and then slowly pulled her tongue out as she
felt her daughter collapse. The woman slowly kissed her way up the shaking
body until she reached her lips, and then kissed them tenderly before laying
on her side with her chin resting on her hand.

"Don't tell me you didn't like that." She teased. A sly smile touching her
lips.

"I wouldn't dare. It was the best of anything Mum, the best ever" A small
frown creased her smooth brow. "There's one thing I'd like better though."

"Oh what's that?" asked Donna lightly.

"To do it to you. Those pictures and your panties." She stopped suddenly
embarrassed at having mentioned her pilfering.

"It's okay lover. I don't mind, in fact I'm flattered. I'm glad you took
them, if you hadn't, I wouldn't have known how you felt about me and that
would've been terrible for both of us. Tell me everything you feel darling,
I want to know exactly what you want from this relationship." The soft
lighting in the bedroom couldn't diminish the love shining from her Mother's
face as she tried to reassure her little girl. Brittany's face lit up at the
word "lover" being used to describe her and continued with added courage.

"I wanted to see the pictures of you with hardly any clothes on so I could
think of you without anything on and...and to have your panties so I could
smell and lick, then I could pretend I was doing it to you when I looked at
your picture." She looked up at the woman and continued almost imploringly
with her childish entreaty. "That's what I've always wanted Mum, to kiss you
everywhere. I dream of you making me do it to you, even if I don't want
to.... Like I know I do really, but if I'm tired or doing something else,
like watching my favourite programme when you want me to do it, you take me
upstairs with you anyway, and take your clothes off and make me do it like
the women in the magazine, only I do all the licking to you."

Donna lay still, digesting the words and their clear implications. Her
daughter, even at that age was a natural submissive and the thought made her
pulse quicken as she began to envisage the kind of relationship this could
lead to. She wasn't displeased; on the contrary she found the whole idea
incredibly exciting as her mind raced over the possibilities

"Do you think that's weird Mum? Do you think I'm a perv?" She whispered
using the word she'd heard in the playground. Her Mother shook her head, her
hair sweeping back across her slim shoulders as she ran a lazily finger
across the girl's cheeks.

"No. Not at all, I'm so glad you've had the courage to tell me. It's very
important that we're completely honest with each other," Her eyes glinted as
she continued, "and ourselves." Her face flushed as she realised it was time
to put her daughter to work on her own body a thought she'd been relishing
ever since all of this began. She reached down and took a hold of the sash
of her gown. "Perhaps we've finished talking for now. I think it's time to
have you put your wishes into action by giving me pleasure." "Don't worry",
she purred, "I'll guide you all the way. Are you okay if I take my robe off
now baby?"

The girl gulped. "Yes Mummy."

"Good, because I'm going to stand up and show you my body. You may have seen
pictures of naked women before, but seeing a fully grown woman in the flesh
is quite a different thing." She sat up and swung her long legs off the side
of the bed, then got up and stood before her daughter. Their eyes met for a
second as she pulled at the sash and slid the dark gown away from her body.
Brittany gasped when she saw her Mothers magnificent figure, her eyes taking
in the sweeping curves of her breasts and her long shapely legs with the
dark fuzz nestling in-between. Her skin looked toned and lightly tanned,
except for the pale conical breasts and angry pink nipples; which now stood
smartly to attention. She sat down next to Brittany, and reached for her
hand, Mother and daughter both naked together.

"Place your hand on my breast," she whispered to the girl. Brittany obeyed
and tentatively reached forward to place her hand on the nearest, then
waited to be told what to do next. "Now explore it, get used to how it
feels, squeeze it a little if you like, but be gentle. There, that's nice
isn't it? Feel how the nipple stands up and goes hard when you touch it.
Good. Now do the same with the other one, run your hand over it, lift it up.
Put your hand underneath and feel it's weight...That's it does it feel
nice?" The girl nodded. Pleased, Donna continued. "There's only one thing
better than touching it, and do you know what that is?"

"No mummy."

"Kissing it of course. That's your next job honey. Lean forward and put your
mouth over my nipple, then kiss it and feel it grow stiff between your lips"
Brittany leaned forward, taking the supple flesh in both hands and brought
her open mouth over the pink tip to suckle on. The nipple felt hard and
rubbery to her tongue, while the flesh it surmounted felt soft and smooth,
but still firm as she closed her eyes and coed like a baby. The way Brittany
held onto her Mother's breast and sucked on the nipple wasn't too dissimilar
to a Mother feeding her baby, except in this case the Mother was feeding
herself to her daughter for sexual gratification. Sighing quietly, she
cradled the girl's head with her hands as she enjoyed her oral caresses.
"Good girl" she whispered, her soft sighs turning into moans as she passed
Brittany's lips from one breast to the other. The pale flesh glistened with
the girl's salvia in the dim bedroom light as they rose up to fill her
mouth.  Whispered encouragement found it's way past her lips as she
expressed her feelings with words. Suddenly Donna recalled Brittany's
earlier words about how she wanted to be dominated and she felt a fierce
thrill enter her loins. The tone of her voice changed, as her words became
more demanding, her cunt juicing in anticipation as she instructed the girl
to go lower. Brittany moved to obey her wishes, quickly scooting down past
the woman's stomach, but not before planting a wet kiss on it's wrinkled
belly button and then downwards into the fuzz of pubic hair above the
wrinkled labia "Just put your face next to my vagina or shall I say cunt,"
she said lewdly, parting her legs in anticipation, "Yes that's it. Now watch
as I open myself up for you. Look at it darling, see how wet it is and how
it glistens, you've done that by getting me excited. Watch as I pull back
the lips, they don't hang down any more do they? They're more like the wings
of a butterfly. I'm going to put two fingers either side of my clitoris
Brittany...see how that make's it come forward out of it's hood like a
little finger. It's for you honey, give it a big kiss to say hello....Ahh
yes, that's nice. That's you're fist kiss on my clit, I'll remember that,
now run your tongue and lips around it. Yes that's it darling... all around
with your little baby tongue, feel it stiffen and grow just like my nipples
did. Lick it. How does it taste darling? Tell me if you like it because
you'll be getting a lot more of it from now on sweetie."

"Umm yummy Mum. I love it." Came the muffled response from Brittany with her
mouth hidden in the hairy bush.

Donna sighed and pushed her pelvis forward. "That's good, I'm so glad. Keep
sweeping your tongue into me! Rub your lips against me as well and give me
plenty of little kisses. Yes that's right. Good girl keep at it." And then;
"Oh darling, I can't wait any longer for this. Press your face between my
thighs and suck my clit hard! Don't stop doing it until I come right in that
pretty little mouth of yours. I'm going to fuck your face with my hot cunt
lover. Flick your tongue from side to side to excite my clitoris. Does it
feel angry? Yes I'll bet it does, it's throbbing like mad. Take it between
your lips; pretend it's a lollypop... Yeah baby like that!" She hissed, "Now
suck on it!" She yelled. "Ohh, Ohhhhh yeah! Keep sucking! Keep going!"
Brittany flinched as she felt the woman's thighs flip over her shoulders,
her Mother noticed and tried to reassure her. "Don't panic darling." She
cooed. "It's okay, I'm just bringing my legs up over your shoulders. Feel
them close over your head. You like? Umm... Nod your head for yes honey.
Good girl, I knew you would. You like the feeling of Mummy's big thighs
squeezing your ears don't you? Yeaaahhh! You know you do! Feel my legs as
they wrap around your back and hold you in." Her voice rose with excitement
as she thrilled to the sound of her own lewd words. "You're Mummy's prisoner
darling and you're going nowhere till you've satisfied me completely. Uh
hugh!" She thrust her cunt up hard. "Uh hugh!" Then again. "Yeah! Yeaaahh
darling, keep going! Go faster! Faster! Don't stop.... Don't ever stop! Ohh
God Yeah! Yeah! That's it sweetie! That's it!" Her voice rose to a loud
wail, filling the room with the sounds of her exhilaration as she approached
her crises; the sensation of Brittany's tongue lapping her and the knowledge
of the forbidden act they were involved in drove her over the edge. Her
voice came in sobs as angry passion seized her, and crying out she reached
for the girl's head and took a handful of hair to roughly pull her face
against her wet cunt and grind her pelvis up against her chin. Cunt soup
smeared her face as it bounced against her Mother's thrusting groin, the
woman groaning louder as more taboo thoughts filled her head. "Come on! Come
on!" She urged. "Suck me off! Lick it! Lick it! Lick it! Oh fuck! Oh fuck
I'm going to cum. I can't hold back. I can't stop it I... Yes! Keep
going...Keep it up, stay with me baby! Stay with me...here it comes! Here it
comes...I'm going to cum right in that sweet fucking mouth of yours. Ugghh!
Ugghh!" She cried as her hips slammed backwards and forwards, her legs
locked round her daughter's shoulders, holding her in place as the heel of
her foot beat a tattoo against her back. The girl tried to keep up, sucking
and flicking her tongue within the woman's vagina, loving her new role as
her Mother's lover, until she felt hot cum spurting into her mouth and
throat, some going down the wrong to make her cough and splutter.

Donna paused briefly as she fought for breath. She waited a few minutes at
the most, and then climbed up Brittany's body and sat on her gasping face.
With the headboard clattering against the wall and the mattress singing, she
rode the child to a climax, and then rested apparently spent, but then moved
up again to resume fucking the girl's tired mouth. The same pattern was set
for the rest of the night until eventually both could stand no more, and lay
back exhausted to sleep.

The next few days were like a honeymoon. The morning after their long night
of lovemaking, Donna phoned in sick for the next three days, then did the
same for her daughter by speaking to her school and telling them she had the
flu. They spent the rest of the morning sleeping until they both dragged
themselves up for Donna to prepare them a large breakfast. They went
shopping for the rest of the afternoon with Brittany whooping with joy at
some of the new dolls her Mother bought her. When they got back home
Brittany wanted to run upstairs and play with her two new Barbie's and their
outfits, but her Mother said she could do that later. She wanted to go to
bed again first and teach her how to make love to her behind. It was one of
her favourite acts and she wanted to entice her young daughter into rimming
her buttocks as soon as possible, hence the bribe of the two dolls. Leading
Brittany by the hand she led her up the stairs to the bedroom where she
quickly shed her clothes.

"Take off your clothes honey, then kneel down on this pillow Mummy's putting
on the floor. Good, that's it. Now I'm going to teach you how to suck my
other hole. When I stand in front of you I want you to lick and kiss the
cheeks of my nice big bottom. Start by doing that and then I'll guide you in
further when I'm ready for you. How do you feel about that? I promise that
when you've done it to me for long enough and made me very happy, I'll let
you go and play with your dollies. Okay?" She gave her daughter a bright
smile and suddenly Brittany couldn't have given two pence for her dolls. The
thought of being allowed to worship her beautiful Mother in such an exciting
and unusual way made her little pussy throb through her panties.

"Oh yes Mummy. I'd love to suck you again; your bottom's so nice. I don't
car how long you want me to suck it for; I really want to do it for you
Mummy."

"Good girl Brittany. Mummy's so proud of you darling." She gushed. "There
love, just kneel down here and get ready to kiss my big old bottom."


The little girl protested that it was the loveliest bottom she'd ever seen,
even better than the women's bottom in the magazines she'd seen at school.
Donna gave a throaty chuckle and shoved her domed buttocks into the face of
the kneeling youngster, telling her she'd better prove it. She did by
placing her hands on the woman's legs to support herself, and then with a
sigh of pleasure she leaned forwards and pressed her pretty features into
the first cheek. It yielded to the pressure of her face, yet still felt firm
to the touch. She stuck out her tongue, and at first tentatively licked up
and down the surface. She felt goose pimples and in one or two places a
couple of brown moles, which she twirled the tip around to savour. The flesh
felt warm and still smelt beautiful from the body oil rubbed into it
earlier, and she relished the feeling of the silky domes as she lapped them
with her tongue, and began covering each one with a series of butterfly
kisses, followed by wet open mouthed licks. She felt her Mother push back as
she rubbed her ass into her willing face, and opened her mouth wider, trying
to fill it with the soft flesh. Then she felt a hand gently guide her face
sideways until she took the hint and moved her head towards the partition,
slowly kissing her way along, until her nose brushed against the woman's
dark crack. She sighed as she took the plunge and felt her Mothers hands on
the back of her head become more demanding so she had no choice but to bury
her lips against the brown rose bud of her anus. She breathed in the rich
aroma of it's dank secretions, the smell nearly made her pull out and gag
but she knew that would upset her grown up lover, so she forced herself to
breath in again and tolerate the strong tang. Donna began to churn her
buttocks round and round into her face, so that any one viewing the scene,
would have seen a beautiful woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy,
grinding her buttocks into the obscured face of a young child. The person
would either be appalled or enthralled, but either way would watch in
fascination, hearing the wet slops of the girl's feasting mouth, and the
moans of the woman, as he or she witnessed the lewd scene before them.

Donna came noisily, there's no other way to describe it. For the first time
in her life, she screamed during an orgasm, so much so that she scared
Brittany so much, she tried to pull out, until her Mother begged her to
carry on. The orgasm left Donna sobbing as she collapsed on to the bed and
took her daughter in her arms. It was a shattering experience for both of
them and for the next twenty minutes they both lay still until their
breathing returned to normal. Finally Donna propped her head up from the
pillow and kissed the girl softly on the lips as she smiled into her eyes.

"Thank you darling, that was wonderful for me. Did you mind doing it?"

Brittany shook her head vigorously as though the very thought of her minding
doing anything to make her Mother happy was unthinkable.

"I'll do anything for you Mummy. I love you. It was a bit strange at first,"
she admitted, "but then I got to really like it, and it felt good doing it
to you, and hearing you making all those noises." Her Mother sighed lustily
as she kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her ears and finally her
lips as unbelievably her passion grew once again.

"That's nice Brittany." she whispered seductively,  "In that case do you
think you could manage to do it one more time before you go and play with
your dolls?"

"Yes Mummy." She nodded dutifully.

Donna reached a pillow over and placed it under her crotch, then buried her
face in the other as she arched her proud buttocks into the air

"Take your time darling. Make Mummy climb up the wall."