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(Authors Note: This is the story of Brenda, an attractive young widow with a
teenage daughter. Despite her considerable sexual experience Brenda
discovers that there are STILL new physical delights to discover. If you
would like to read more about Brenda's sexual awakening as a young girl,
please read our story "Baby Brenda.")
Like Mother, Like Daughter (F solo, f solo, F/f, incest)
By
Lisa and Sharon
Brenda pivoted the overstuffed chair from its usual position in the
corner of her bedroom so that it faced the large mirrors that graced the
doors to her closet. Settling herself comfortably in the chair, Brenda
looked into the mirror. An extremely attractive brunette clad in a loose,
red satin top just barely held up by thin spaghetti straps, and a matching
pair of bikini panties stared back. Some thought Brenda narcissistic. That
was true, but subject to qualifications!
Brenda was beautiful! She knew it and appreciated it. But it was not
the sort of blind vanity whereby Brenda could not pass a mirror without
pausing to check her hair or makeup. Her self-appreciation was different.
Her obsession with her body and her looks were very specific and very sexual!
Brenda enjoyed sex. She definitely enjoyed sex. She enjoyed thinking
about sexual acts. She enjoyed participating in sexual acts. She enjoyed
watching sexual acts. Brenda, by any interpretation, loved sex! It was
therefore very natural that Brenda enjoyed looking at her own body for it
oozed sexuality. Her lovers, both male and female, had always enjoyed
looking at Brenda's magnificent body. Why should she be any different?
There was certainly a lot there to enjoy! Brenda was an exquisitely
proportioned 5'7". Her lush hair swept to just below her shoulders, ending
just before the commencement of the swelling of her beautiful, rounded
breasts. Her breasts were like the rest of her, perfectly proportioned to
her form and a magnificent 'C' cup. Her waist slimmed nicely before it
flared into the softly rounded hips of a woman. Her legs tapered gracefully
to the ground and gave the impression of going on forever!
The only thing that Brenda enjoyed more than looking at her own body was
having someone else enjoy looking at it. The only thing she enjoyed more
than touching herself was having someone else touch her. It didn't really
matter if that someone were male or female, Brenda enjoyed the delights that
each sex could give her.
Only her husband, Frank, had ever been barred from the delights of her
body. Whatever delights Frank found in the bottle most often obliterated any
desire that he had for the delights of female companionship. Frank had once
though made the mistake of coming home just horny enough to want sex and just
drunk enough to think that Brenda might tolerate his loutish, inebriated
advances. The evening ended what might not exactly be called rape since it
did occur between married individuals, but it certainly would qualify as
nonconsensual sex! When he was sufficiently sober the next day, Brenda made
it very clear to him that should he ever put his hands on her again he would
forever face the world as a pre-reconstructive John Wayne Bobbitt.
One night, several weeks later, Frank, in a drunken stupor, took the
express route off Canyon Crest Drive straight to the bottom of the canyon.
That eliminated the muss, fuss, and expense of a divorce. His 'damage' was
done though and eight months later Brenda gave birth to a happy, healthy baby
girl. She and Bonnie managed quite nicely together over the next sixteen and
a half years. While mother and daughter, they also cultivated a very special
bond as two females facing the world together! While she made mistakes,
Brenda tried to raise Bonnie with love, respect, and total openness and
honesty, an approach that in this case seemed to have worked wonderfully! Of
course Brenda had taken care over the years to avoid flaunting her love of
sex in front of Bonnie, but neither had she cloistered herself!
Bonnie was out for the evening on a date so Brenda had the house to
herself. And she thoroughly intended to enjoy herself! The fact that she
didn't have a lover for the evening in no way would prevent her from
achieving the sexual pleasures she so desperately desired. Frequently Brenda
found pleasure as well as relief in masturbation. She had never considered
pleasing herself to be an act of desperation, something to be undertaken only
as a last resort when the absence of adult companionship had reached a
breaking point. On the contrary, Brenda had never been one to reject the
pleasures that sex might offer, and who knew how to please her better than
herself!
Brenda carefully studied the image of the temptress in the mirror. Only
the shimmer of her long, lustrous hair surpassed the shimmer of her satin
top. Though the top hid some of the rounded contours of her breasts, her
hard nipples were quite apparent. She pressed the two protruding bumps with
her fingers and shivered slightly at the delightful sensations that rippled
through her body and telegraphed promises of greater delights straight down
to her cunt. Brenda could feel the twinge of tension deep within her
womanhood that commenced the familiar climb to even greater and more
delicious responses.
Brenda settled more comfortably in the chair and let her hands cup and
cradle her breasts. With light, rhythmic motions Brenda caressed her soft,
sensitive chest treasures. Sometimes when she masturbated she paid a great
deal of attention to her breasts. Other times she almost ignored them and
went directly to her pussy for her pleasure. Tonight was shaping up as a
breast night!
The satin felt exquisite against her skin. Slick and cool on her soft,
warm flesh. Brenda marveled at how her mammary manipulation felt stimulating
and soothing at the same time. The urge for flesh on flesh eventually won
out. Sitting up slightly, Brenda crossed her arms and slipped the top up and
off. She settled back and her hands returned to cuddling her breasts. Now
she could enjoy the sight, as well as the sensations, of her beautiful
boobies.
Light, feathery caresses alternated with firm, intense strokes as Brenda
squeezed and rubbed her gorgeous girl globes. When not playing with the
full, rounded mass of her breasts, she was pinching and pulling on the hard
little nipples that were standing so defiantly erect. Rhythmic contractions
deep within her cunt grew stronger and faster as Brenda's tittie tantalizing
created the desired result.
She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples as a delightful little
orgasm pulsed through her loins. The moist evidence of her arousal was
soaking through the crotch of her sexy, red panties. Brenda's hands left her
breasts and cupped the soft bulge of her mons. She closed her eyes and
moaned softly as her hips rolled her mound against her hands. It felt so
good!
Her fingers scratched lightly over the taut strip of panty covering her
pussy. The sensations transmitted through to her female folds were
wonderful! Up and down the length of her slit her fingers traced. A rich,
earthy female scent filled the air. Her hips raised slightly as Brenda
hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down
over her beautiful butt. She then wiggled that beautiful butt back into her
chair and pulled her legs up towards her. Down and off her panties went.
Brenda splayed her legs apart and studied the wondrous little spot that was
her pussy.
Brenda had learned so much about pleasing herself and others since her
first tentative explorations of her pussy so long ago. From her earliest
probing born of normal, natural curiosity about herself, Brenda had been
driven to push her sexual horizons. Her discoveries about boys that summer
with Tommy brought her first lessons about giving pleasure to, and receiving
pleasure from, another and about the power she had as a female, over the male
of the species. Her discoveries with Janey, her best friend from elementary
school right through high school, taught her that love and sex with girls
could be wonderful too.
As much as Brenda enjoyed learning, she enjoyed putting what she had
learned to good use! She knew from long experience the best ways to create
exquisite sexual delights for herself as well as others. And she didn't
intend to permit an opportunity to pleasure herself to slip away in idle
reminiscing.
Brenda's hand slid inward over her rounded hip and tight belly, heading
relentlessly towards her lush, pouty sex lips. Down over these protruding
folds her fingers danced. Her body shivered in response as her pussy
trembled under the tender tickling touch.
Her finger paused at the center of her slit, then drove inward, parting
her sex folds and slipping deep into the warm tight sex cavern beyond.
Brenda groaned and held her hand tightly to her crotch as her wiggling finger
created new sorts of pleasures from within her body. Her free hand squeezed
the firm orb of her breast and pulled and pinched her rigidly erect nipple.
Her body squirmed and her hips rolled as new waves of sexual delight grew and
surged.
Lost in her self-induced garden of sexual delights, Brenda failed to hear
the key in the front door lock or the footsteps coming upstairs. Bonnie had
terminated her date quite early and promptly when it became obvious that not
only was her date a loutish, ignorant pig, but that he also expected women to
prostrate themselves to him figuratively, and literally to do virtually the
same as he considered it his due! Bonnie was certainly no stranger to sex
and was certainly no prude, but she would be damned if she would ever permit
herself to be basely used by some clod as a seminal receptacle without a hell
of a lot of cash being involved!
She heard the whimpering and throaty moans coming from her Mom's bedroom
and knew those sounds could only mean one thing: sex! She was glad her Mom
had found someone to please her and wondered if he was cute. Since Mom's door
was ajar, Mom had inadvertently left her one way to find out!
Not expecting Bonnie back home, Brenda had neglected to close her bedroom
door fully. And just as her self-induced passion had kept her from hearing
Bonnie, it likewise prevented her from noticing the cute little teen face
peeking into her room!
Bonnie stared bug-eyed and slack-jawed into the room. Mom wasn't with a
guy! She was by herself! She was doing it to herself! And she looked like
she was having a wonderful time!
Bonnie had often wondered about her Mom's sexuality. She always figured
that someone as pretty and as sexy as her Mom HAD to like sex. She had never
before had any definitive proof though. Her Mom had always been pretty cool
about sex stuff and had always treated sex as something to be approached
openly and honestly, albeit cautiously, and not something to be a source of
needless guilt or embarrassment. But she had also been very discrete about
her own sexual practices feeling that an adult's sex life was not necessarily
something a developing teenager could fully comprehend.
Bonnie was sure getting some questions answered now though as she watched
her Mom squeeze her booby and diddle her cunny. Unconsciously, Bonnie's own
hand closed over her breast and squeezed it in rhythmic imitation of her
mother's movements. She could not help but get turned on by the show that
her mother was putting on just a few feet in front of her.
Bonnie had recently become aware that a school friend, Karen, had the
hots for her. That discovery had resulted in Bonnie spending considerable
time of late contemplating what it would be like to go all the way with
another girl. This had created a great deal of sexual tension within Bonnie
as well as a very receptive audience for Brenda's inadvertent sex show. Very
quickly Bonnie was brought to a significant sexual simmer.
As Bonnie watched Brenda, she gradually lost the acute awareness that
this was her MOTHER masturbating before her and began to enjoy the incredible
sexual display of a beautiful woman pleasuring herself. Running her hands
over her breasts and body, Bonnie's sexual simmer soon became a rolling boil!
Without taking her eyes from her Mother's writhing form, Bonnie pushed her
top and sports bra up to release her breasts from their tight confines.
Normally Bonnie hated her clothes in this position though she sometimes
tolerated it when a date desperately wanted to get at her tits and she
couldn't risk actually getting topless. Right now though the only fact that
mattered was getting her titties naked to her touch! Roughly she pulled on
her breasts and rolled and squeezed them, directing towards her own titties
her desperate urge to grab her Mother's beautiful round boobies that were on
display before her.
Bonnie's cunt felt hot and confined within her tight jeans. Aching with
need, Bonnie opened her pants and pushed them down her legs. Not wanting to
break herself away from the sights before her, Bonnie pushed the pants and
her panties down to mid-shin. Now at least they were far enough down that
Bonnie could squat slightly, opening her cunt up and giving her hand freer
access to her hot sexual core. Her hand squeezed and rubbed the wet, open
maw of her girlhood.
Bonnie's frantic masturbation paused as Brenda paused her own
ministrations and took her hand away from her pussy. Reaching for something
hidden next to her in the chair, Brenda drew forth a long, thick, flesh
colored dildo! It was about eight inches long and perhaps an inch and a half
in diameter. Brenda cradled it between her hands and lifted it to her lips.
Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out and ran up the length of the
dildo from its fat little mushroom head to the far end of its shaft. It was
then that Bonnie noticed that this dildo had a unique feature. Near the end,
a hole, maybe three-quarters of an inch in diameter, had been drilled through
the base.
After anointing her phallic substitute, Brenda lowered it and positioned
the tip of the blunt mushroom head against the flowering wet lips of her
labia. Slowly and gently Brenda worked the dildo's tip around her honey pot
opening the lips of her sex and lubricating her plastic lover. Once both her
cunt and her cock were sufficiently prepared, Brenda slipped the tip of the
dildo between her sex lips and started to slide it slowly into her aching,
receptive cunt.
Slowly the head of the dildo parted Brenda's folds, opening and spreading
them for the length of cock shaft yet to come. Slowly the head disappeared
into Brenda's cunt. The full labial lips folded over on themselves slightly
and was tugged inward by the friction being applied against them by the
dildo's girth. Inch by inch the plastic pecker wormed its way into Brenda's
body. When only an inch or so remained outside her, Brenda grasped the base
of the shaft and began to withdraw it from her depths.
After a pass or two in this manner had opened up her cuntal passage for
the pseudo cock, Brenda revealed the purpose of the hole in the dildo's base.
Instead of holding the base of the dildo with her hand, Brenda stuck her
middle finger into the hole. She could then pivot and pump the dildo by
moving her arm, but she could keep her wrist stiff and straight. This
eliminated the awkward angles that a wrist was sometimes forced into in order
to direct a dildo to just the right spot. Brenda had invented an ergonomic
dildo!
In any event, Brenda seemed more than satisfied with the design of her
dildo and began to pump it into her cunt. Her hips and body bucked and
twisted as she worked the cock to best advantage. Bonnie meanwhile got more
and more turned on by the sight of her Mom fucking herself on that big,
beautiful plastic pecker. Her hips bucked against her probing fingers and
she started to pant and moan as the excitement built within her.
Unfortunately for Bonnie, her excitement got the better of her. She lost
her balance and stumbled. With her pants down around her ankles there was no
way she could recover and she fell backward with a crash. Brenda was
abruptly jerked out of her passion-induced euphoria and leapt to her feet.
Mother and daughter stared at each other somewhat stupefied. There was
no way that either could hide or explain away what they had been doing.
Bonnie lay there on the floor with her clothes half-off and with her hand
still clued to her slit. Brenda was totally naked, flushed with sexual
arousal, and with her dildo hanging from her finger, still glistening with
her sexual juices.
"Are you OK?" An inane question but the only one Brenda could think of
as she stared at her half naked daughter lying on her back in the middle of
the hallway.
Bonnie nodded dumbly as her Mom helped her to her feet. The jeans had
been so wrapped about her legs that taking them off entirely had been the
only way to get Bonnie to her feet. Both women felt embarrassed and
uncomfortable and neither quite knew what to do next. Though Brenda had
always felt that guilt or embarrassment had no place in sex, she had never
considered the current situation. Muttering something about needing to talk,
Brenda took Bonnie's hand and led her into the room. The two women went over
to Brenda's bed and for a moment just sat there looking a little sheepish.
Brenda finally looked up at Bonnie and cleared her throat.
"I hope you're not upset with me. I would never have let you see me like
this if I had ever known you'd be home so early."
"Gods Mom! Upset with you? I was just hoping you weren't angry with me!
After all, I was spying on you."
The two women looked at each other and smiled. The worst was over! The
love and concern that each felt for the other had overwhelmed any tendency
there might have been toward blame or recrimination. Each knew that she was
still loved and respected in the eyes of the other. There remained though
another and perhaps more abstract problem.
"That's the part I don't understand. Why were you spying on me? I mean
I am your Mother!"
"After the first minute or two it didn't even matter that you were my
Mom. It seemed more like you were just a very pretty, sexy woman enjoying
herself! And you were getting yourself so turned on I couldn't help but get
kind of turned on myself!"
This, in its own way, made a great deal of sense to Brenda. Dozens of
times she had been aroused by the bodies of others or had used her body to
arouse them. Maybe Bonnie was her daughter, but she was also a woman. And
Brenda could well understand the delights of female to female sex. She had
just never thought of Bonnie in a sexual context before! Sure, she had often
heard rhythmic squeaking coming from Bonnie's room late at night so she knew
that Bonnie masturbated. And frequently! But knowing something and actually
being presented with the half-naked facts was something else.
"I'm sorry I interrupted you Mom. You really seemed to be enjoying
yourself. I bet you would have had a really nice cum if I hadn't broken your
mood."
"You seemed to have been enjoying yourself there too, honey. And I guess
I can understand what you said about getting turned on watching someone.
It's happened plenty of times to me. I guess it's just kind of a shock for
me to have my own little girl being the one getting turned on by me."
"I'm not such a little girl anymore Mom! And there's plenty about you to
turn someone on!"
While saying that, Bonnie's eyes were locked on Brenda's firm rounded
tittie. Whether it was the fact that Brenda's boob was an exquisite bit of
female mammary apparatus, or whether it was Bonnie's realization that she had
once drawn sustenance from that breast, in either case Bonnie suddenly felt
an overwhelming draw to Brenda's breast.
Bonnie reached out and gently lay her hand on her Mother's breast. It
was warm and soft and full and round. And Bonnie just HAD to possess it once
again. She leaned over and gently sucked Brenda's nipple between her lips.
Brenda was at first a bit shocked. Then all the memories of Bonnie as a
baby at that same breast flooded back to her. All the quiet hours Bonnie had
spent suckling at that breast! And the pleasure that she had often felt
while nursing. Nursing might well be a normal, maternal function, but having
your titty sucked is still having your titty sucked! Apart from an infant's
occasional nip, having your breast sucked feels good! So good at times that
Brenda remembered sweet little orgasms triggered by her baby girl's sucking.
Remembering those sweet, intimate Mommy-daughter times suddenly brought an
incredible serenity to Brenda.
"Oh yes baby. Suck Mommy's tittie."
Brenda closed her eyes and pressed her daughter's face closer to her
chest. Bonnie kept kissing and sucking her Mother's breast while reaching up
and caressing and holding the other. For Bonnie too, the intimacy she was
sharing with her Mother seemed absolutely correct. She broke her contact
with her Mother and looked deeply into her Mother's eyes. Each woman could
see the incredible love she felt for the other being reflected back. Brenda
lay back on the bed, sliding over that Bonnie would have room next to her,
while Bonnie paused only to slip off her top and bra which were still pushed
up over her breasts and which were the only items of attire she still had on.
Naked she slid into the spot Brenda had left for her and into her Mother's
arms.
Someone observing these two beautiful women at this moment might easily,
and quite justifiably, fail to identify them as mother and daughter and
instead mistake them for sisters! The true age difference between them was
not obvious since Brenda had the body of a woman many years her junior.
Bonnie meanwhile appeared far more mature and finished than most other girls
her age. Accordingly, for Brenda it was as close to making love to a younger
version of herself that she could achieve, while for Bonnie it was like
making love with a completely adult version of herself!
The kissing and cuddling that Brenda and Bonnie were doing was also doing
a superb job rekindling their sexual fires. Those fires had been burning
fiercely within both women before their unfortunate interruption. Now the
simmering embers were fast being fanned back to white-hot intensity. Fingers
sought out the molten core of their womanhood. Digits plunged into each
other's tense, wet vestibule. Tongues flickered in and out of each other's
mouth in desperate imitation of the manual stimulation taking place slightly
further south.
Both women were thrusting and grinding their pelvises together so
enthusiastically that their hands were getting hurt! They grabbed each other
by the butt and ground their pussies together eagerly. Both desperately
sought a release of the incredible sexual energy that was building inside
them. Face to face pussy rubbing just wasn't providing the intensity of
contact that either woman needed to take her over the edge. Their hips
shifted slightly in opposite directions to permit each to force a leg up
between her lover's thighs and press firmly against her gaping engorged
vaginal lips. With pubic hair tickling hipbone, both Brenda and Bonnie
rolled and thrust their cunts against their lover's leg. Their arms locked
each other in embrace while their lips locked together in a desperate attempt
to become one.
Within milliseconds of each other, their frantic quest to please and be
pleased was rewarded. Each woman buried her face in the hair and neck of
the other while sounds of primal moans and pants filled the room. Rhythmic
pulses of pleasure swept through them as their bodies drained themselves of
their accumulated sexual tension. Minutes that seemed like hours passed
before either woman stirred from her lethargic, post-orgasmic glow. Even
then, only tender kissed and soft caresses stirred them.
"Oh baby. That was so wonderful." Brenda's sentiment was the first to
be vocalized.
"Oh Mommy. It was! I never dreamed that it could be so absolutely,
incredibly beautiful! I never felt anything like that ever, ever before!"
"Mommy? Was it ever like this for you before?"
Brenda opened her mouth to say no and then paused. Sweet memories of a
young girl's wonderful evening with a very special friend flooded back to
her. In thinking about it, Brenda marveled at how incredibly similar that
other love session so long ago had been to this exchange shared with her own
daughter! Both had been virgin experiences in their way. One introduced her
to the joys of complete lesbian love and one introduced her to magnificent
delights obtained through violation of one of society's most ancient taboos.
One had led to many wonderful moments with many equally wonderful women.
Brenda could only hope that this one would lead to equally rewarding results!
-The End -
We hope you have enjoyed this, our twentieth literary effort. Please
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can also find our other literary efforts at our free author page at Kristen's
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Lisa & Sharon
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