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Title:     The Show  (F/F Incest)
Author:  ChrisDee


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Another erotic tale from Chris Davidson                                        
            March 1995
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Winter 93

As it turned out, the damage was not too serious and the tall dark-haired
electrician was able to restore the supply in less than an hour.  Linda had
been careless and let the power cord on the electric iron wear thin.  In the
end, the inevitable had happened and a massive short circuit had effectively
put the house out of action at nine in the morning.  Linda had tried her usual
electrician but he was busy.  In the end she had to call every electrician in
the Yellow pages in order to find someone who could come out straight away. 
The man who had finally come, two hours later, seemed decent enough and Linda
was relieved.  Living as a single parent had taught her to be resourceful but
to be on her guard for those who would want to take advantage of her situation.
 It has to said, on the other hand, that she was not averse to taking advantage
of other people's situations.  Definitely not.

The problem was that the electrician had it in mind to be compensated to the
fullest extent of his labors.  He casually mentioned to Linda that the cost for
the morning's work would be 150 pounds.  She was shocked.  She mumbled
something about having to go to the toilet and dashed up the stairs to think
her situation through.

She closed the bathroom door and reached under her skirt to pull her panties
down and sat on the toilet.  As she relieved herself a plan began to form in
her mind.  In all her anxiety during the morning she had consumed a fair
quantity of home made wine and this further enhanced the expressiveness of her
thinking.

Her daughter, Emma, had become very close to her since her husband had died. 
She had become clingy and often moody.  Ultimately they had become a little
more intimate than they should have been.  During the long winter nights they
would often snuggle up together on the settee, Emma's head resting on her
shoulder.  Then Emma would slide onto her lap and give Linda a full embrace. 
At first it was just the loving embrace of a 14 year old, but often it would be
crowned with a tender kiss on the lips.  Linda could not deny that she loved
this intimacy.  She felt at one with her daughter as she blossomed into
adulthood.  She felt that she was easing the pain of the loss of Emma's father.
 Rightly or wrongly, they came to depend on each other more and more.

Emma was tall for her age, with dark, slightly wavy, shoulder length hair.  In
many ways she was like her mother, she had that same poise and innate sexiness.
 Linda had often admired her ability to do even the most mundane things with a
confident grace that she herself had exploited in her younger years.  At 35,
Linda was, by no means,  the hill, but she had not really looked for another
man since her husband had died.  Often she would lie in bed at night and think
about the ecstasy she used to enjoy.  At times like this Linda would softly
stroke her breasts, allowing her nipples to harden in anticipation.  She would
remember the feel of her husbands hands on her pussy, how he gently coaxed her
to orgasm before filling her with his tool and satisfying her that way as well.
 Linda loved touching herself but it always left her wanting more, wanting real
intimacy.  Her firm 36C bust wasn't really fooled by the touch of her own
hands, she needed someone else to pleasure her.

She had never really thought of Emma in sexual terms before.  Obviously she
realized that her child was growing up but those precious nights had taught her
the reality of her daughter's sexuality.  She found herself, one day, rooting
through old photo albums whilst Emma was at school, looking for pictures of her
in her bathing costume so she could admire her body.  Linda loved Emma's body,
to her it was perfect.  Dark brown hair, brown eyes and slim but with a
recognizable bust line, even when she was 13 years old.  Linda new that she was
now a 34B bust size because she had measured her for her first proper bra just
the other week.  The teenage bra was no longer good enough and Emma wanted some
nice adult bras.  Linda had been surprised at how much she enjoyed having an
excuse to ask her daughter to take off her clothes.  She wanted to see her
daughter close up and not just in photos, to admire her physique.

Although it was just for a bust measurement, she had asked Emma to take her
blouse off and then her skirt.  To Linda's surprise, Emma had appeared to enjoy
the performance.  She even made it look like a bit of a striptease for her
mother.  When she drew her blouse away from her chest she rubbed against her
cleavage and then looked her mum straight in the eye and smiled.  Linda could
not avoid being turned on by this.  When she took her skirt off she had somehow
brushed her hands between her legs a couple of and then glanced upwards in fake
ecstasy.  Emma was definitely trying to tell her mother something and Linda was
almost frightened by how much she was enjoying it.  In the end she took the
measurements and made to rush away in a rush of embarrassment, but Emma quickly
put her arms around Linda and thanked her for helping and gave her a kiss on
the cheek.  Linda must have falter, because Emma turned her head and they, once
more, kissed on the lips.  This time Emma's mouth opened and Linda responded. 
Their tongues met and they enjoyed for a few seconds, the taste of each other.

Emma's ability to perform and arouse obviously pleased her and she took every
opportunity to turn her mother on after that incident.  She would come home at
lunch time from school and sit on the lounge carpet, cross legged, and allow
her green school skirt to ride up her legs, which she would toy with,
pretending to smooth out imaginary blemishes.  Her legs were a great shape and
complemented beautifully by her fresh white socks which came up to the top of
her calves.  Emma was a tease, she was teasing her mother, but she loved her as
well and only really wanted to bring her pleasure.  Linda, for her part, was
busy trying to come to terms with the fact that she wanted to go to bed with
her daughter.  As it happened, they never had let it go beyond a kiss, up till
this moment anyway.

Linda had been sitting on the toilet and thinking for too long, the reason for
sitting there had long since gone so she tore off a piece of toilet paper and
wiped her pussy.  It was wetter than she expected.  She had become aroused by
all those sexual thoughts.  This combined with the wine was having a disastrous
effect upon her judgment.  The truth was that she could not afford to pay the
electrician.  She had about 50 pounds, which should have been enough, but the
man was ripping her off for a massive callout charge and she decided not to pay
it.  As it was approaching school lunchtime, Linda decided to use the oldest
form of repayment in the book, but with a difference.  In her aroused and
slightly tipsy state, this seemed an eminently sensible plan.  As long as she
could rely on Emma's help.  She thought she could.

Linda's hair was slightly lighter than Emma's and her eyes were blue.  She
stared at them for a brief instant in the mirror, wondering for a fleeting
instant just what she was getting herself into.  She knew that Emma would be in
in a few minutes and she had to be ready.  She called down to the electrician,
who was becoming restless, and told him that she would just be a second -- that
she had to change her clothes.  Secretly, she hoped that this would set his
mind working along the correct lines for what she had planned.

Linda took off her everyday clothes and put on some lacy panties and slightly
see-thru bra.  She made sure, in the mirror, that her nipples were easily
visible through the fabric She then found a thin white, short sleeved blouse
from the wardrobe and put it on before adding a plain blue, wrap round skirt. 
No stockings.  She found some slip on sandals and the effect was complete. 
Revealing, sexy, but not tarty in any way.  She quickly dabbed on some Eau de
Cologne and set off down the stairs feeling completely elated.  Her dark pink
nipples were hard and her vaginal fluids were starting to flow once more in
anticipation for what she had planned.

She had to face the electrician, Peter.  She told him that she just had not got
the money to pay him for the work he had done, whilst flashing him a tempting
smile and allowing her leg to surface from beneath the folds of her skirt. 
Peter looked confused, but intent.  Perhaps he was wondering if this could be
his lucky day?  Linda said that she had something special for him in mind if he
fancied taking payment in a more unusual way.  Peter managed to mumble
something to the effect of "What have you got in mind?"  So Linda told him. 
The only proviso, she stated, quite clearly, was that he didn't touch either
Linda or Emma in any way.  He could watch and masturbate, but he may not take
part in the performance.  Peter agreed, he was in no state to turn it down.  It
was easily the most exciting scenario he had ever encountered.  He sat back
down in his seat and Linda drew the curtains in the room, shutting out the
coldness of winter.  She put the wall lights on and set a music CD playing in
the background.  Then she went to work.

She knew that she didn't have much time to kill till Emma arrived back from
School so she filled it by slowly dancing in front of Peter and undoing the
buttons on her blouse.  It was thin enough for him to see the bra underneath
but she teased him nonetheless with each button.  She was just down to the last
one when the back door slammed, showing that Emma had arrived.  Linda asked
Peter to wait a few minutes and went out to meet her daughter.

Emma was surprised to see her mum with an open blouse, but immediately her eyes
glinted.  She threw her bag down and asked her mum what was happening.  Linda
explained the situation and told Emma what she wanted her to do.  Emma was
shocked, but excited at the same time.  She wanted to  with her mum, but not
like this.  But then again, she thought, why not?  It could be the most erotic
thing to happen to her, much better than those horrible fumblings at boys
houses when it all felt so wrong.  In short Emma agreed.  "Don't worry," said
Linda, "I'll tell you exactly what to do every step of the way."

Emma took of her blazer leaving her in her school blouse, skirt, bra, knickers,
and socks.  She stopped her mum just before she led her into the sitting room
and hugged her.  "I love you mum." she said and they kissed again.  This time
Emma let her hand slide inside her mothers open blouse and Linda felt her
daughter caress her breasts for the first time.  It was magical.  Linda was
consumed with the thought of touching her daughter intimately as well but she
contained herself so that the performance could start properly.

They walked into the room and Peter jerked upright when he saw how attractive
and young Emma was.  Linda introduced them and then turned to Emma.  The show
had begun.

First, Linda asked Emma to take her blouse off.  "Do it slowly, Emma, show the
man h ow sexy you can be."  Emma complied, with a sweet smile.  She pulled the
material out of her waistline and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, giving Peter
(and Linda) a peak at the lacy top of her bra.  Emma started moving slowly to
the beat of the music as she went about her task.  As she took her blouse off,
so did Linda.  Mother and daughter were stood in front of this stranger with
only bras covering their chests.  Emma gazed at her mother's tits and took in a
sneak preview of her nipples, she was obviously enjoying herself now.  Without
encouragement from Linda, Emma started to caress her small breasts through her
bra, making her nipples tighten ready for display.  She sneaked a finger inside
one of the cups and touched a nipple.  It was like electric, under the glare of
Peter and her mother.

Peter was transfixed, he had his tool out and was caressing it, trying to avoid
immediate orgasm.  He was barely moving his hand, to do so too much would be
disaster, although he could probably have cum several times, given what he was
watching.

"Now, Emma, come over here and touch my tits through my bra.  Make me feel
sexy, Emma."  Emma did as she was invited.  She tenderly took one of her mum's
breasts in her palm and rubbed it to and fro.  Emma could feel the hard nipple
and her mother's increased breathing.  Emma knew now just how turned on her
mother was.  Emma moved her hand down and touched her mothers crotch through
her skirt.  She felt her mum shiver as she pressed the material between her
legs.  "Mum, open your legs for me a little, please." Linda obliged and Emma
ran her hand back and forth over her mothers crotch.  Linda just squeezed her
breasts as this went on.

"Now Emma, you must let me do the same.", said Linda.  "Just put your hands
anywhere on my body, mum, I'll love it.", said Emma.  Linda approached her
daughter and cupped one of her breasts in her hand, feeling the nipple,
enjoying her daughter's arousal.  She wanted to remove Emma's bra but she
restrained herself and, instead, let her hands move downwards to Emma's waist. 
"Can you pull your skirt up for me Emma?  I want to touch your knickers with my
fingers and turn you on some more."  Linda's crotch was soaking wet by now, she
was almost ignoring the incredibly enthusiastic Peter, who was having the time
of his life.  He just couldn't believe it was all happening.

Emma pulled her green, pleated school skirt up to her waist and stood with her
legs apart.  "Come on then, touch me, mum.  I'm wet."  Linda's hand reached
down and touched her daughters crotch for the first time.  She moved her
fingers along the crack of Emma's vagina, feeling how wet her knickers were. 
She could feel the soft downy hair inside and longed to touch the skin.  Linda
withdrew her hand and licked her fingers, now full of her daughter's scent. 
"OK, we''ll take our skirts off now, Emma."  They booth took off their skirts
revealing Linda's lacy knickers and her daughter's cotton white ones.  They
embraced and kissed each other, enjoying the feel of nearly naked flesh between
them.  Emma reached for her mother's knickers and pulled them down, breaking
off the kiss to slide them away from her legs.  Linda did the same for Emma and
gazed, as she did and Emma's dark pubic curls.

"Take your bra off, Emma, show us your tits, darling.  We want to see you naked
now.  Then we want to see you show us everything."  Emma reached behind and
unhitched her bra.  She slid it around and pulled it away till her hands alone
covered her breasts.  Then she slowly moved them down to reveal her beautiful
teenage chest.  Her nipples were not as dark as her mothers, but very tight and
excited.  Emma quickly removed her socks and then she was naked.  Linda then
opened her bra at the front and eased it away to reveal her more mature
cleavage.

Both women were now naked in front of Peter and all he could do was watch and
wank.  He was in danger of a complete sexual overload.  Linda pulled up a bed
settee and extended it in front of Peter.  She and Emma then lay down on it and
began to explore each other's bodies.  Emma opened her legs wide so that Peter
could see her young pussy and her mother held it wide open before burying her
face in it and licking her daughter dry.  Then Linda lay bak and opened her
legs wide, enabling Emma to recline beside her and finger her pussy.  Emma used
her fingers to explore her mothers vagina and caress her clitoris.  She gently
eased her small hand into her mum's vagina and Linda groaned with pleasure and
began masturbating her clit as well.  Linda begged Emma to suck her tits as
well so she did, giving little inexperienced sucks at first and then harder as
her mother's moaning increased.  By now Emma was sucking her mothers nipple
really hard and moving her whole hand in and out of her slit and Linda was
screaming in ecstasy.  "Oh God, my daughter's fucking me, oh God, I love it. 
Screw me, Emma, Screw me!"

Linda's screams rose to a crescendo and Peter gasped as he finally allowed
himself to cum in a series of gut wrenching spasms.  All three were still and
silent for a while, exhausted by what had taken place.  Emma was exhilarated,
Linda was just plain knackered and Peter thought he'd died and gone to heaven. 
They cleaned up, tidied up and then Peter left.  He made sure he left his
personal number in case there were any more emergencies.

For Emma and her mum, it was the start of a very special relationship.

THE END

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If you would like to hear more about Emma and her Mother and if you like what
you read, please post in ALT.SEX.STORIES or email ChrisDee@aol.com and I will
endeavor to oblige.


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