Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lo & Behold By Diola Dragontail Chapter 16: The Mother & Daughter Reunion Cat was trying to remain calm, but panic was quickly setting into her mind. This was the last thing she needed right now. It wasn't in its place. Of all things in her room, this was the one thing she was usually the most careful about. She was sure she had left it right here, under her bed, where she always kept it. The box that normally held it was still there, but it was empty. The vibrator was missing. She glanced around her bedroom quickly, hoping that she had just accidentally set it down somewhere. She reassured herself that she just forgot to put it away. It was probably just sitting somewhere waiting her to find it. Unfortunately, she felt like she was just joking to herself. She stood in her bedroom and tried to logically step through things. When did she last see it? This morning. She took it to the bathroom with her so that she could wash it off. It was a normal enough routine for her, a practiced effort that rarely went awry. Her eyes glanced quickly to the bath towel hanging off the back of her chair. That was where she always hid it when she made these trips. She hurried across the room, plucked the towel up and shook it around; expecting the vibrator to drop out of the folds it was hidden in. But nothing happened. "Shit." She mumbled to herself. This wasn't good. She glanced across her desk, maybe she'd put it down there and in her rush to get out of the house, she forgot to finish putting it away. She scoured the top of the desk, checking underneath the day to day rubble that had been accumulating. But still nothing. The panic was growing in her mind as she dropped to her hands and knees and checked underneath the desk. Maybe it had just fallen when she put her towel down to dry. Nothing still. She dropped down the floor, pressing her face against the carpeting. She peered into the dark shadows at the far corner of the desk and thought she could see something. That was it. It just fell and then rolled back there. No big deal. She could feel the panic subsiding now. She stretched and strained to reach back to the far corner, finally managing to snag it with the tips of her fingers. With a little jostling, she managed to get a grip on it and pull. There was a loud thud on the desk above her head and the panic reasserted itself with a furious intensity. What she had found was just the extension chord to some piece of electronic equipment that sat on her desk. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She sat up quickly now, again trying to make sense of the predicament she found herself in. She was feeling dizzy from the stress and could feel her heartbeat racing. She tried to calm down, she knew she couldn't think this through logically if she let her body dictate her reactions. As a last ditch effort, she pulled open the desk drawers and glanced inside of them. There was a chance, as remote as it might be that she might have accidentally tucked it away in there. She wasn't surprised when it still didn't turn up. Cat stood up in front of the desk and tried to recall her footsteps even further back than this morning's shower. "Dad." She mumbled to herself. She hadn't forgotten what they did this morning. Her showing off her body to him. Watching him masturbate himself. Finally sucking him off and feeling him cum in her mouth. She remembered all of that extremely clearly. But there were other details that came into a clarity that she hadn't had before. She was sure he saw the vibrator this morning. She could remember the look on his face while he stared at it on the floor. Maybe he came in and took it? It was a logical conclusion, but it didn't seem likely. Her father just didn't operate like that. If he had a problem with the vibrator, he'd never take it. He'd want to sit down and talk to her about it so that they could discuss it and work it out properly. He was a discussing type of guy. So it was a possibility that he had it. That he was going to talk to her about it later. In the pit of her stomach that seemed incredibly unlikely. She concentrated even further, retracing her steps back. The only other person who knew about it was... "Angela!" She also remembered her little sister's late night visit in equal detail. Angela had snuck into her bedroom in the middle of night, spouting hard to believe stories about her encounters with their father. At first, Cat found the story to be hard to believe, but the young girl had quite graphic details that no normal third grader could possibly have imagined up. Cat still wasn't exactly sure why she went ahead and did what she did the night before. She told herself that she had just gotten caught up in the moment. That she just wanted to answer the questions that her younger sister had. Deep down she knew the truth was probably closer to her just enjoying providing pleasure to the younger, less experienced girl. Angela could have snuck in here while she was out. Taken the vibrator for herself. It made more sense than the idea that Dad might have taken it. Cat shook her head at implications of this, the most frightening of them all was, she could end up hurting herself with it. Cat was sure she could never forgive herself if that happened. She rushed out of her bedroom and up the two flights of stairs, bringing herself to the open door of her little sister's bedroom. She looked into the room for a moment, trying to puzzle out where an eight year old would hide a neon pink vibrator. The absurdity of the situation might have made her laugh, if it wasn't entirely real. As she moved into the bedroom Cat decided the best place to start would be under her bed. If she took it, she might be trying to copy what Cat did with it, which just might mean hiding it in the same spot Cat did. Peering under the bed, she didn't see anything. No clothes, no toys, no stuffed animals, and, most importantly, no dildos. The couple of dust bunnies that had taken up residence didn't seem to be willing to offer guidance either. Cat frowned as she glanced around the room. It was almost entirely spotless. Nothing out of place, no mess to speak of. Her eyes fell on the closet door as the next likely place to check. Opening the door she was greeted by the same neat and orderly arrangement as the rest of the room. "Looking for something?" Cat jumped, startled by the voice. When she got home and saw Dad's car gone, she assumed that she was alone in the house. It was an assumption that seemed reinforced by the darkness of the place. Up until now, there hadn't been a sound other than the ones she created herself. "Hm?" Her mother was standing in the doorway of Angela's bedroom, holding the pink vibrator in her hand, lightly tapping in the palm of her other hand. "Cat got your tongue?" Fight or flight. Cat felt cornered and she didn't have an answer. She didn't even know where to start. On one hand, she was relieved that she now knew where the vibrator was. On the other hand, its current location was less than desirable. "Well?" Sara stared at her daughter, keeping her face still and emotionless. "It's the only reason I can think of why you'd be tearing apart your sister's bedroom." Fight or flight. Flight was the instinctive reaction. Deny everything. Deny knowledge of the vibrator. Claim you were looking for some misplaced piece of clothing. Somehow that didn't seem like it was going to work. Fight or flight. Fight was the only option left. Mad that an implicit privacy was violated. Mad that this seemed like none of her business. "That's mine." Cat started back at her mother, doing her best to keep her voice from breaking under the stress. "Where did you get it?" "Calm down." A small, understanding smile started to appear on Sara's face, further confusing Cat. "I'm not mad at you. Disappointed, maybe, but not mad." Cat blinked at her mother, this turn of conversation was unexpected. She had anticipated being in the middle of a screaming match by now. At least that was the usual schedule of these conversations. "Where did you get it?" Sara held the pink dildo out towards her daughter. "I bought it." Cat reached a hand out and slowly took the toy back from her mother. The situation felt four kinds of weird and she really wasn't sure how much information she should voluntarily give up. "You bought it?" Sara's eyes went slightly wide at the reply. "Who would sell a penis shaped vibrator to a teenage girl?" "I bought it in the city." The words had only just left Cat's lips when she realized the question had been more rhetorical in nature. She knew her answer was a mistake even before her mother heard it. "You went into the city?" Sara replied slowly, almost mechanically. "And you went somewhere and bought that." Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Cat felt even more trapped now. She wasn't sure how to reply to this. She'd asked to go into the city before and her parents always said no. Now she just admitted having gone there without their knowledge and fully aware that they wouldn't approve. Sara just shook her head slowly, "Well, that's a topic for another conversation, young lady. I'm sure your father will want to be around for that one." Cat felt a slight bit of relief at that, but not much. At least she wouldn't have to talk about that now and maybe later her father would be more reasonable about it. "Right now, we need to talk about a few other things." Sara took a step back, out of Angela's bedroom, then turned and headed in the direction of her own bedroom. "Come with me." With her mother's gaze finally off of her, Cat felt the energy to roll her eyes. With the situation diffused, she felt a bit more of herself coming back to her. She felt better prepared to assert herself. "First of all, you need to take better care of your toys." Sara said as she stepped into the bedroom. "I don't want to find that anywhere where your sister might find it." "Okay." That seemed a reasonable request. It also seemed like she wasn't planning to take it away from Cat. "Second of all," Sara sat on the edge of her bed. "I want to talk about what you and your father did this morning." Cat was only slightly surprised by this. She figured her mother would find out about it eventually. She just didn't figure she'd know about it so quickly. Or react so calmly. "Then," Sara added, her voice still even and calm. "I want to talk about what you and your sister did last night." Now that seriously surprised Cat. She honestly didn't think mom would find out about Angela and herself. But then if Angela came blabbering about what she had done with their father, it only made sense that she'd talk about the rest too. Cat stood in the doorway and nodded slowly. She felt like she was the other woman in some soap opera. Being confronted by the wife of the husband she had tried to steal. Only this seemed much worse than any of those. "Your father told me what happened." Sara nodded slowly, letting her voice ease to a more reassuring tone. "And no, I'm not mad. So don't start freaking out on me. Just answer me honestly, did you enjoy it?" Cat glanced around the room, looking everywhere but at her mother. She could feel her cheeks growing hot. She felt incredibly uncomfortable and just wanted to run away. She had a feeling that even if she did, the conversation would just follow her. "Yes." Cat replied meekly, finding a framed picture to stare at. It was a picture that had taken right after Angela was born. She could remember getting dressed up and riding out to Sears to have it done. "Well, that's good." Sara smiled. "I was worried that you only did it because you thought you were in trouble or something." Cat continued to stare at the picture, as she shook her head no. She continued to focus on her memories, to try to keep her mind distracted, away from the uncomfortable conversation. She was eight at the time and she remembered walking proudly through the aisles of the store. Dressed in the yellow and white dress and thinking that she must look like a movie star. Wanting to make sure that everyone else had a chance to see her. She wondered whatever had happened to that dress, she had misplaced the memories of it in the intervening years. "Your father enjoyed it too." Sara admitted. "I only wish I had been there to see it happen." Cat remembered the photographer trying to coax a smile from Angela. Everything he tried didn't seem to work. Finally, after what seemed like a hundred pictures, the photographer was happy. "Cat?" Sara inquired, concerned now. "Are you okay?" Cat glanced at her mother now, startled out of her thoughts. "Uh, yeah." "Were you even listening to me?" Sara frowned now. She was use to this sort of ambivalent reaction from her eldest daughter, but she considered this conversation too important for the norm. Cat nodded quickly now, recognizing the annoyed tone in her mother's voice. "Let me have that for a moment." Sara pointed to the pink vibrator that Cat still held. Cat glanced at her hands for a moment, surprised by her mother's request. "Um, sure." She stepped across the threshold, fully entering her parent's bedroom, and extended her hand, holding the neon pink toy out to her mother. "Thank you." Sara smiled as she picked the vibrator up. "So you used this on Angela?" "Uh, yeah, sort of." Cat watched as her mother looked the toy over slowly, looking it from one angle and then another. Like it was a car she was about to buy or something. "Did she like it?" "She didn't complain." Cat really wasn't sure how to answer that. Angela seemed to have liked it. But she wasn't one hundred percent sure. "Did you put it inside her?" Sara raised an inquisitive eyebrow as she spoke. "No!" Cat quickly protested, honestly feeling offended that her mother would even suggest such a thing. "That was probably for the best." Sara's voice was a bit apologetic now, maybe even with a hint of approval. "I don't think she's ready for anything like this." Cat nodded slowly, not really knowing how to reply to that statement. "Have you had it inside you?" Sara's voice was even softer now, still inquisitive, but more motherly. "Yes." Cat twitched and fidgeted, she was trying to keep her embarrassment from showing. "So you liked giving your father a blowjob?" Sara leaned back on the bed, relaxing. Trying to show her daughter that she was more than comfortable with the subject matter. Cat stared at her mother for a moment; she had never heard her mother speak like that. It almost seemed like a challenge, like she was testing Cat to see what her reaction would be. "Yes." Cat nodded. "He was just staring at me and jacking himself off. It felt kind of good to have that kind of effect on him." "Oh, really?" Sara smirked now, "a girl after my own heart." Cat frowned in confusion. She wasn't sure what her mother was trying to say. She wanted to ask about it, but the look on her mother's face made her think twice. "So you helped your father cum." Sara mused, rubbing her upper lip with a thoughtful finger. "But he never did anything for you. That's kind of rude." Cat glanced around the bedroom again, trying to find some sort of semi-balance of reality to grasp onto. The conversation had taken a sharp turn right into the Twilight Zone. Sara just stared at her daughter for a long moment before speaking. "I bet you've been aching all day too. All wound up with no release?" With a sharp turn of her head, Cat's attention focused fully back on her mother. This wasn't the sort of discussion she was use to having. She even questioned whether she was actually hearing properly or not. "I know that feeling." Sara closed her yes for a moment, trying to recall a specific moment, to translate her thoughts properly. "The unfulfilled want. The need for release. There's an ache deep in the pit of your stomach. It sits there for so long, you just get use to it." The words resonated in Cat's mind, echoing the feelings she already felt. For a change, it actually felt like her mother actually understood what she was feeling. "Baby?" Sara opened her eyes as she turned the vibrator on, the soft hum of it underscoring the room. "Will you let mommy make it better for you?" Cat was stunned, recently most conversations with her mother degenerated into a fight. They could never agree on anything. But at this moment, the first time in a very long time, Cat could actually tell that they understood each other. "I know you're nervous." Sara murmured, reaching out and running the vibrator over her daughter's knee. "Hell, I'd be nervous too. But a lot of things have changed in the past couple of days. There's no reason why you should be left out of it." "What..." Cat swallowed, trying to make her voice sound more self assured. She hated looking weak. "What's happened?" "You know about your father and your sister." Sara shrugged as she started to move the vibrator lower, using the tip of it to trace her daughter's calf muscle. "And you and Angela, of course. Angela and I had a little fun too. The little minx is turning into a sex animal." Cat watched her mother's hand as the vibrator moved up again, moving back over her knee. "Then this morning Ben came in here while I was still asleep." Sara smiled as she remembered the events of the morning. "I guess you could say he took advantage of me, but like you said, I'm not complaining." "You and Ben screwed?" Cat's eyes shot back to her mother's face, looking for some confirmation. "Oh, yes, we did." Sara smiled even more, moving the vibrator up her daughter's leg, dragging it against her thigh muscles. Stopping just below the hem of Cat's short black skirt. "I have to say it was great." If it wasn't for Angela's confession, this news would have been too much for Cat to handle. But now, it all seemed to make sense. Little pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. She finally felt like she had a full picture of what was going on in the house. "So," Cat's voice was tentative, uncharacteristically meek. "You're not mad about what Dad and I did? Or what I did to Angela?" "Heavens, no." Sara almost laughed. "I'm kind of happy about it, actually." "Then I guess you know about the movie theatre too?" Cat's voice remained low and soft, confessing things that she didn't ever expect to. "Yes, your brother told me what he saw." Sara moved her hand higher, slowly lifting her daughter's skirt as the vibrator continued up her thigh. "You have to promise me that you'll be more discreet in the future. I know what the thrill feels like, but you're walking a dangerous path." "Yes." Cat nodded slowly, feeling even more nervous as her mother's hand moved up her leg. The tip of the vibrator was only inches from her pussy now, the vibrations traveling along her skin enough to tease her. "I'll be more careful." "Good." Sara lifted the vibrator away from her daughter's flesh, moving it to almost the same spot on her daughter's other leg. "That's all I ask." "So," Cat bit her lip for a moment, trying to phrase her words properly. "If I want to, I can sleep with Dad?" "Umhm." Sara nodded slowly, sliding the vibrator down her daughter's leg, circling her knee. "And Ben if you want. If they want to too, of course." Cat nodded in reply, the possibilities to this seemed endless now. Her mind reeled as she thought about having the chance to feel her father's cock inside her. It was something she had imagined in the past, but never actually considered a possibility until now. "Enough talk about later." Sara drew the vibrator up faster now, running it along the inside of her daughter's legs until it was nestled up against her pussy. Cat's skirt still provided a small amount of modesty, but Sara could see by the look on her daughter's face that the vibrator was in the desired spot. Cat gasped as she felt the familiar buzz rock her lips. She spread her footing slightly, wanting to feel more of the toy touching her. "Right now." Sara purred up at her daughter. "I want to talk about you and I." "These past few years," Sara slowly rolled the vibrator, making sure that she kept her daughter as stimulated as she could. "You and I haven't really gotten along. I can remember us fighting more than actually talking." Cat blushed heavily, embarrassed in equal measure by both the feelings her mother was creating in her body as well as trivial arguments that seemed to dominate the past. "I just assumed that that was because you were getting older. You know, being a teenager." Sara moved her hand so that just the tip of the vibrator was pressed against her daughter's pussy, moving it back and forth slowly. Since the skirt still blocked her view, she had to try and imagine where her daughter's pussy started and ended. With the pulse of the vibrator concentrated against her flesh, Cat instinctively reached out, placing her hand on her mother's shoulder for support. She gasped and threw her head back, blankly staring up at the ceiling. "But your father said something this morning." Sara wasn't sure if her daughter was even still listening to her, if she could even hear anything, but that didn't matter. "He made me realize just how alike we really are." Cat panted as she felt the vibrator move off of her, taking with it the delightful passion she'd felt building. She glanced down at her mother, a look of intense disappointment on her face. Sara withdrew the neon pink dildo from under her daughter's skirt, bringing it up to her own face. She held eye contact with Cat as she passed in under her nose, absorbing the pungent smell of sweat and juice of her off spring. "Mmmm." Sara murmured in approval. "You smell like you're really wet." Cat gripped her mother's shoulder tighter, fighting to keep from begging for more attention. Instead she just barely managed to nod, the pleading look in her eyes betraying her attempt at stoicism. "Show me." Sara commanded in a whisper. Cat moaned at being denied further, she wasn't use to taking commands like this. She felt the urge to argue, but a more overwhelming urge overtook her. Sara licked her lips as her daughter reached down and lifted her short skirt. Sara's eyes went wide when she saw that her daughter's bare flesh. Her lips glistening with cream, the skin crimson and enflamed with excitement, with just the barest hint of dark black stubble. Her clit poked out erect, like the bobbing head of an exhausted swimmer, struggling for air. "You went out without panties?" Sara stated the obvious as she continued to stare at her daughter's exposed flesh. "You must really have been naughty today." Cat's only response was a low moan of frustrated desire. She needed release, she wanted her mother to recognize it and do something about it. Or, at the very least, let her go so she could do something on her own. Without bothering to ask permission, Sara leaned forward, sticking her tongue out and running it down the length of her daughter's pussy, stopping only when her nose was pressed hard against her daughter's hips. "Yesssss." Cat hissed as she threw her head back again. The touch of someone else on her innermost flesh was something she had been craving since late last night. Since her sister's fingers had clumsily attempted to explore her. Sara ran her tongue back up to the top of her daughter's pussy, using the tip to prod her clit free. Her lips wrapping around it and gently sucking on it, her tongue continuing to rub against it. Cat's fingers let go of the skirt hem, her hands quickly moving down and grabbing her mother's head. Her fingers wrapping around her short black hair and hanging on, making sure she wouldn't pull away and leave her unfinished again. As a warning, Sara let her teeth graze her daughter's clit. When that didn't loosen the grip on her hair, she nibbled at it, just hard enough to get her daughter's attention. The slight, sharp pain startled Cat, pulling her attention back. Her hands blindly pulling back, out of her mother's hair. "Wow." Sara looked up at her daughter in surprise; cream covered her cheeks and nose. "You really are all worked up." "Yes." Cat was barely able to moan the words, in-between panting breaths. "I think we can take care of that for you." Sara felt an odd combination of her motherly instinct and lasciviousness, enflamed by the scent of her daughter that now filled the room. "Please." Cat's voice was barely audible now, a whimper of lust begging to be sated. "Let's get you undressed." Sara stood up, her hands reaching out for her daughter. Out of respect for her ego, she pretended as if she didn't hear her daughter's pleading. Sara kissed her daughter, lightly on the lips. A small reassurance that mommy would be sure to make every thing alright. That Cat only had to suffer a little while longer. "I like how tight this shirt is on you." Sara appreciatively ran her hands down the center of her daughter's chest, her fingers playing lightly across the taut cotton t-shirt. Her fingers gripped the bottom hem and pulled the white shirt up and over her daughter's head, casually dropping it on the floor. A small shiver ran across Cat's chest as her mother looked her over. Her breasts were milky white, with just the slightest hint of an almond crŠme color. Just slightly more than handfuls, but probably with a little growing left to be done. Sara resisted the urge to touch her daughter's nipples as enticingly small, dark and pert, already stiff and aroused. Sara's fingers tenderly running down the side of her daughter's breasts, then underneath them, before meeting in the center of her chest again. The light touches caused goose bumps of pleasure to spread across her breasts. Mother and daughter stared into each other's eyes as Sara's fingers drifted down over Cat's stomach, deftly moving around her belly button, before taking hold of the dark skirt. With one quick movement, the skirt was unlatched and the zipper drawn down. Sara's fingers relaxed, letting the skirt drop to the floor around Cat's feet. "Lay down on the bed for mommy, baby." Sara whispered into her daughter's ear as she slowly drew back her hands. Cat leaned in closer, for just a second, just long enough to give her mother a small peck on the lips. She never turned away from her mother, just backing up until she could feel the edge of the bed behind her legs. Then sitting down, trustingly staring into her mother's eyes the entire time. Sara started unbuttoning her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders with a casual ease. Her breasts, only slightly more ample than her daughter's, still managing to jiggle within the confines of the dark brown bra she wore. It wasn't a fancy or lacy affair, just a functional one. Dropping the blouse onto the floor, her hands slid down to her waist, finding the button of her jeans. She wiggled her butt out of the tight denim and pushed them the rest of the way down her legs, letting them rest on the floor next to her daughter's skirt. Cat's face was glazed over in anticipation as she watched intently. She could see the moist spot in the center of her mother's tan panties, causing her anticipation to build even further. In one quick motion, Sara reached for her panties, sliding them down and stepping out of them one foot at a time. Cat was surprised to see how thick and full her mother's bush was, but she wasn't surprised to see how much of the dark hair was matted down by moist excitement. "Now then." Sara walked towards her daughter and the bed. She leaned past her daughter and picked up the pink vibrator that continued to buzz unattended on the quilt. "We won't be needing this." Sara clicked the vibrator off and put it back down on the bed, still well within reach should the situation change. She treated with a sort of reverence that she hadn't provided to the clothes scattered on the floor. Cat bit her lip nervously as she watched her mother move. She wasn't sure what to do, if she should start anything. She wasn't even sure when a good time to start would be. "Here, baby, help mommy." Sara sat down on the edge of the bed, next to her daughter, and then turned so that Cat would have easy access to her back. "Take mommy's bra off for her." Cat tentatively reached up, touching her mother's bare flesh for the first time. Her finger tips starting at the small of her back and following her spine up to where the two ends of her bra met. She pulled the fabric together, slipping the hooks from their holders, letting the bra go slack. "Mmmm." Sara groaned as her daughter slipped her fingers under the straps, pushing the bra off as she rubbed the small red welts the fabric had left. The fingers followed the straps up and over her shoulders, pushing them off of her. Cat's fingers didn't stop at her mother's shoulders, instead the flowed over the rise and back down her chest. Cat pressed herself in closer, pressing her own breasts against her mother's back as she reached down and cupped her mother's breasts in her hands. "Mmmm, that feels nice." Sara moaned, leaning her head back against her daughter, enjoying the feel of her fingers. Cat was very familiar with her own breasts, making it easy for her to feel the subtle differences in her mother's breasts. They were larger, heavier, they seemed to droop slightly, not like her own that were still firm and pert. Sara arched her back, pushing her chest further into her daughter's hands. The slow massage she was receiving felt exquisite, not rough or clumsy like her own husband could sometimes be. Cat moved her fingers up, toying with her mother's nipples. She couldn't see them, but they felt long and hard in her hands. She imagined just how sensitive they probably were, her fingers moving even more carefully to keep from hurting her. Sara held her breath as she felt Cat's fingers explore her nipples. The urge for air seemed to amplify the sensations her daughter was bringing her. Her lungs started to burn with the need for air, finally causing her to gasp out. "Cat..." Cat leaned her head closer as her mother started to thrash her head back and forth. She waited patiently, her fingers continuing to roll her mother's nipples up and down. Then, when she saw her opening, she took it. Sara was barely aware of her daughter's movements before Cat pressed her lips to her mother's mouth. Sara eagerly opened her mouth as Cat's tongue pushed its way in. Cat's fingers starting to pinch her mother's nipples now, as their tongues entwined and rubbing against each other. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, both their tongues growing more energetic as they danced together. Cat's pinching growing harder, now pulling at her mother's nipples, feeling them bounce and spring back into place when she released them. Sara finally broke the kiss, pulling away from her daughter. She panted for air as she attempted to catch her breath, suddenly feeling even older when she saw that her daughter wasn't even breathing hard yet. "Did I do something wrong?" Cat's voice was tinged with nervous apprehension, as if she thought she had somehow burned out her mother's arousal. "God, no." Sara still panted; she leaned back and motioned her daughter closer. "Come over here and suck mommy's nipples." "Okay." Cat smiled as she crawled across the bed, curling up next to her mother. She brought her mouth close enough to exhale across her mother's left nipple, causing Sara to mewl and shake with pleasure. Sara wrapped an arm around her daughter, pulling her closer. Her hand reached down and cupped one of Cat's butt cheeks, her fingers slowly starting to massage it. Cat lifted her leg and laid it across her mother's legs, pushing her hips against her mother's side, grinding her pussy against Sara's skin. She stuck her tongue out and started to tease her mother's nipple using just the tip of her tongue. Alternately touching it and pushing it about, before blowing on it to dry her saliva. Sara squeaked a moan as she felt her daughter writhe against her, the warm wet feeling spreading across her leg with each grind. She squeezed Cat's ass tighter, trying to encourage her. "Baby, suck mommy's nipples like you use to. Stop teasing mommy." Cat smirked for just a second before she put her lips around her mother's rigid nipple. She held it in her mouth for a moment before starting to suck on it, her tongue continuing to rub against the sensitive flesh. Sara couldn't help but scream at the feel of Cat's warm mouth wrapped around her teat. She moved her hand between her daughter's cheeks, moving a finger to press against the young girl's puckered anus. With just the slightest bit of pressure, Cat's muscles relaxed and the tip of her mother's finger wiggled its way into her. The totally unexpected insertion made Cat's eyes go wide. She held her mouth on her mother's nipple as her body grew accustomed to the new tingling she was feeling in her butt. It was unlike anything she had experienced previously. Sara felt her daughter's body go stiff for just a moment and then relax. Her mouth sucked with a renewed enthusiasm. She pushed her finger further into Cat's butt, moving it around slowly, feeling her muscles clench and release against her thin digit. Cat sucked one last time, harder than before, and let her mother's breast pop out of her mouth. She writhed even harder against her mother's body, grinding her pussy as hard as she could. "Holy!" Cat screamed out, pushing her butt back against her mother's finger. "You like that, don't you, baby?" Sara pulled her finger slightly out before pushing it back in, with each thrust slipping just a little further inside her daughter. "You like when I play with your butt, don't you?" "Oh god, oh god..." Cat's breathing was coming in pants, matching the rhythm of her mother's finger. "Mom, it feels incredible!" "Baby, you can touch mommy too." Sara kept pumping her finger in and out of her daughter while her other hand reached for one of Cat's. She took her daughter's hand by the wrist and led it between her legs, resting it on her bush. "See how excited mommy is too?" Cat groaned out an affirmative reply, her fingers already parting her mother's matted hair. The moisture coming off of Sara felt like steam rising off her body as it weaved it's way between Cat's fingers. Sara spread her legs open as she felt her daughter hardly pause, two of Cat's fingers pushing their way between her mother's lips, swishing around before pulling out and thrusting them back inside. Sara's hips rocked instinctively, trying to meet each of the thrusts as they came. Cat's mouth went back to her mother's breast, her lips engulfing the nipple. She sucked like a starving newborn as her tongue thrashed wildly against the nub of ruby flesh. Sara moaned out a scream, pulling her hand away from her daughter's butt. She knew she was close to orgasm, but this wasn't how she wanted to get there. She had another plan in mind for that magical moment. Cat continued to grind wildly against her mother, still sucking with vigor. Sara pushed her daughter back, forcing Cat's hand out from between her mother's legs. The pause was only brief at best, as Cat immediately turned back, her greedy hands reaching for her mother's pussy again. "Hold on!" Sara pushed her daughter back a second time. She rolled away and slid off the edge of the bed before Cat could attack her again. Sara looked back to the bed to see her daughter writhing, her fingers quickly moving to touch herself. One hand reaching under herself, vainly trying to get a finger back into her butt. The other hand quickly burying itself in her pussy. "Cat!" Sara shouted, trying to get her daughter's attention. The sudden shout startled the teenager, causing her to freeze in place, glancing around in frustrated confusion. "Just give me one minute." Sara whispered apologetically. "I have something special I want to do. I promise you'll enjoy it." Cat nodded slowly, a small mewl escaping her lips. She fought back the urge to continue touching herself, instead resigning herself to lay on her back, as still as she could. Sara, now satisfied that her daughter wasn't going to continue with out her, quickly crossed the bedroom and opened the closet door. She stood on the tips of her toes, stretching to reach a dark box on the top shelf. She pulled it down and walked back to the bed. She glanced at her daughter once more, before opening the box and taking out a flesh colored dildo, one that was almost as large as she remembered her own father's cock being. "Mommy is going to make love to you with this." Sara smiled as she held the toy up for her daughter. She narrowed her eyes slightly, an inquisitive look on her face. "Would you like to do that?" Cat's eyes followed the motions of the toy, tracking the movements of her mother's hand. She glanced at her mother's face after a second's hesitation and then nodded, "Yes, mom." "Good." Sara smiled, "Because I really want to use it on you." Sara reached into the box again and, to her daughter's surprise, pulled out a dark leather harness. Without saying another word, she stepped into it like it was just a plain pair of panties she was planning to wear. Cat lay on the bed, entranced by her mother's preparations. She watched as Sara slipped the dildo into the harness, positioning the smaller side of it so that it was inside her own pussy. Her mother made a small, barely noticeable moan as it slipped inside her. Her hands then moved carefully, finding small buckles that Cat would never even have noticed. Tightening the harness in place until it looked like the dildo was almost part of her natural body. Cat blinked as she processed this newly discovered aspect of her mother. She never could have imagined that her parents even owned such a thing. She wanted to know what they had used it for before, but she knew this was neither the time nor the place for questions like that. Sara moved the box to the floor and then crawled back onto the bed, the dildo bobbing obscenely as she moved. She kneeled close to her daughter and smiled down at her. "Baby? I want you to suck it like you sucked your father's cock this morning." Sara's voice was raspy now, not bothering to hide the anticipation she was feeling now. "It needs to be good and wet before we can use it." Cat nodded slowly, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, just like she had been this morning. She felt her mother move the dildo so that it was just barely touching her lips. Cat's mouth opened further, her head leaning up just slightly more. Just enough for her to take the tip into her mouth. "Mmmm." Sara moaned, watching her daughter suck on the toy. "Perfect." Cat kept her eyes closed, just like she had done with her father. She moved her mouth along the length of the plastic, her tongue tracing the ridges and bumps that made up the fake veins that lined it. The smell of her mother's sex was overwhelming now, the sweaty, musky scent pushing its way into her nostrils and further on into her soul. Cat opened her eyes just barely, opening her mouth fully at the same time. Her mouth moved back up to the tip of the dildo, before taking the whole length deep into her mouth. "Baby, you look like a pro doing that." Sara was honestly surprised at the skill that her daughter seemed to be exhibiting. "No wonder your father enjoyed it so much." The praise caused a small smile appeared on Cat's face, sneaking its way around the dildo that was now buried to its hilt in her mouth. Sara pulled her hips back slowly, "I think it's plenty ready now." Cat nodded slowly, her body shivering with expectation. She watched as her mother crawled around the bed, positioning herself between Cat's legs. "Ready?" Sara leaned in over her daughter, their eyes meeting and holding the gaze. "If it's too much for you, just say so." "I'm ready mom." Cat licked her lips as she nodded; she met her mother's gaze unflinchingly. Something that hadn't happened for as far back as either of them could remember. "Okay, baby." Sara smiled reassuringly. "Take mommy's cock and guide it inside you." Sara leaned her hips closer, her hands planting on the bed to either side of her daughter's head. The tip of the cock just barely grazing Cat's waiting opening. Cat reached down with two hands, one took hold of the shaft of the dildo, and the other parted her own hairless lips. She pulled the dildo closer, signaling her mother that she was ready. Without breaking eye contact, Sara slowly moved her hips closer to her daughter. She could feel the resistance on the dildo, which she could only assume were Cat's inner walls flexing to accept it. She could see her daughter's face contort slightly for just a moment, then a gasp of pleasure. Sara pushed forward slowly, easing more of the length into her daughter. She continued to stare into the depths of Cat's eyes. Feeling a closeness with her daughter that she hadn't imagined was possible. Cat wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but she found no breath to power her words. She could feel the dildo moving deeper and deeper inside her. She stared up unblinking at her mother's face, feeling like time had just stopped. Sara pushed the last length of the toy into her daughter, amazed that she could handle the whole thing. Sara felt complete when their hips met and their flesh touched again. The moment was perfect, exactly how she had imagined it would be. "Oh god, mom." Cat finally panted out, feeling the tip of the plastic cock buried deep inside her. "Do you want to stop?" A flicker of self-doubt passed across Sara's expressions. Concern that maybe she had read the situation entirely wrong. "Don't you dare!" Cat shouted out, her legs moving up and wrapping around her mother's hips, keeping her from retreating. "I wouldn't dream of it." Sara leaned in closer, resting her body on top of her daughter, their breasts meeting as Sara kissed her daughter lightly. Sara leaned up, watching her daughter's face closely again as she flexed her hips back. The dildo withdrawing to half its hilt before Sara pushed her hips back in. The dildo sheathing its way back inside her daughter. Cat moaned, her legs stitching tighter behind her mother's back, squeezing Sara's hips between her thighs. Sara started to pick up speed as she pulled back and reared back in, pushing the dildo fully into Cat again. Sara pulled back and thrust again, picking up speed with each movement. Underneath her mother, Cat thrashed back and forth on the bed. Her hands pounding at the bed beneath her, then suddenly reaching up and pulling her mother down to her. She pressed her mouth to Sara's face with a fierce, primal energy. Sara opened her mouth to her daughter's advances, their tongues sparring for a moment, until Cat threw her head back and screamed out. Her arms locked around her mother, hanging onto her tightly as her whole body shook. Sara just remained still as she felt her daughter's orgasm thunder through her body. The sensations setting off tremors of her own, her loud moan joining Cat's in a chorus of pleasure. After a long moment, Cat's body spasmed one last time, then went still. Her limbs finally relaxing as she fell back down to the bed. Sara followed suit, tumbling to the side of her daughter. --------------------------------------------- "Cat?" Sara asked, while stroking her daughter's hair slowly. "Are you awake, honey?" "Umhm." Cat purred, the feelings of elation still echoing in the ends of her nerves. "Good." Sara stroked Cat's hair so that it no longer blocked her ears. "I want to tell you a story."