~Subject: STORY: The Visit (m/d, ff)
~From: an91971@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Thu, 5 May 1994 01:00:39 UTC
THE VISIT
Part 1
This story does not have a particularly happy ending. What
happened here eventually caused a mother to disavow the affections
of her daughter. The tragedy may appear to be slight on the
surface, but the long term implications are possibly devastating.
We do not dwell on the negative, however, nor is this a morality
play; the purpose of this story is otherwise.
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Janet Abruzzi had been divorced for 10 years. Her marriage had
been stormy at best, but when her husband,George, had gotten wind
of an affair Janet was having with his business partner's wife he
became livid with jealousy and anger and set about to gather proof
with an aim to dumping her and getting custody of the children.
Janet had always been a little too wild for his tastes anyway, and
now seemed like a good time to make the split he felt was in his
and the children's best interests. George's religious fervor led
him to believe that Janet was evil and a bad influence on the
children. At one point George got the opportunity through
subterfuge and actually walked in on his wife and her girlfriend
while they were sexually engaged and at that point demanded an
immediate divorce.
Following a bloody court battle during which George won custody
of the children, but which allowed his wife visitation rights,
Janet moved from Chicago to a small suburb of Los Angeles and got
a good job selling real estate. There she started a new life and
became active in a number of civic activities in addition to her
successful business ventures. Although she never again married she
did continue a number of relationships with both men and women.
During this period the three children, two girls and two boys, all
finished school and left home.
Karen Lubanski, Janet's younger daughter was now married and
living with her husband, Harold, in Chicago. It had been more than
3 years since Janet and Karen had seen one another although she
talked on the phone almost every week with Karen as she did with
the other three children. Karen's husband was in the service and
had just been shipped overseas for his third six-month tour of
duty. That wouldn't have been a problem except that Karen had just
had her first baby 3 months previously. Sensing this could cause
some problems, Karen's husband suggested they invite her mother to
come stay with her while he was away. That's how this all began.
Karen was 12 years old when her parents divorced and she
continued to live with her father who was granted custody. Her
father was a strict catholic and continued Karen's upbringing in
this manner sending her to parochial schools. It wasn't until she
was 16 and almost graduated from high school that Karen was even
allowed out on a date.
As such, sex with boys was not a major activity in her life. On
the other hand, however, she had discovered the solitary vice at
the age of 14 and engaged in that practice on a regular basis. It
was a sort of skeleton in her closet which she looked upon as evil
but necessary. She first learned about masturbating through reading
about it in the pornography her brothers used to hide in their
closet and which she would sometimes sneak into when no one was
around. She also read about it in the teenage sex manual her father
had given her. Being shy, she decided against asking her father
about the subject and turned instead to her sister, Catherine, who
was 3 years older than she. Catherine, the bold one in the family,
went beyond mere words in explaining the subject to Karen and
proceded to demonstrate what for her it was all about and how to do
it. That's all it took. Karen tried it and was hooked from the
first time. She found it exciting and relaxing. The downside,
however, was that it left her with a sense of guilt which the nuns
at school had instilled in her about sex - especially masturbation,
a mortal sin. No matter, she thought, every once in a while I just
have to do it or go crazy. In addition to this, her mother had
taken the opportunity on a number of occasions during summer visits
to discuss sex with her and finally managed to dispell the idea
that Karen's masturbating was sinful and immoral.
Having been assured that she wasn't crazy and that it was a
healthy, normal practice, Karen pursued masturbating regularly. It
was the one thing in her life that was wholly her own and she
enjoyed the secretiveness of it. She would often revel in the idea
that she, known as a quiet, retiring and shy young woman, could be
so wanton and abandoned as to engage in jacking herself off. Who
would imagine such a thing! On the whole, Karen considered herself
just ordinary with the usual likes and dislikes of a normal
teenager as she perceived a normal teen to be. One instance,
however, left an indelible mark on her memory and was to make her
question her so-called normality and ultimately change her life.
As a new wife a whole new world of joy was opened up for her.
Her husband was a gentle and ardent lover and led her into a new
area in her life that she found wholly pleasurable and fulfilling
and although she continued to masturbate regularly her main sexual
activity was centered around her husband - in person and in
fantasy. Still, there was one dark corner in the sexual part of her
life that she kept buried and wouldn't dream of discussing with
anyone. When she was 17, Karen had spent her last regular summer
vacation under court order with her mother in California. It was
during this visit that Karen got a glimpse of a very disturbing and
puzzling side of her nature.
Late one evening during that visit, Karen returned home from
down the street where she had been visiting with the neighbors. She
entered the house quietly thinking her mother was asleep and not
wanting to disturb her. When she got upstairs and was tip-toeing
past her mother's bedroom she happened to notice through the half
opened door that the bed stand lamp was on and the room was bathed
in a soft subdued light. She thought that maybe her mother was just
reading before going to sleep, but a soft, low moaning sound gave
her the impression that her mother might be ill. Growing concerned
she decided to see if there was anything she could do in case her
mother needed help. As she silently stuck her head around the side
of the door and peeked into the room she was greeted with a most
unexpected sight which shook her greatly. There, in plain view, was
her mother sitting astride the thighs of another woman
approximately her mother's own age that she had never seen before.
Karen was so dumbfounded by the spectacle that she was unable to
move. Both women were completely naked and obviously under the
spell of great sexual arousal. As she stood there staring she
became aware of the almost overpowering aroma of perfume mixed with
sex odor. She also noticed with surprise that she was getting very
sexually excited - it was the first time in her life that she had
ever witnessed other people having sex live. As Karen remained
rooted to the spot watching intently, her mother used the thumbs
and fingers of both hands to roughly pull and twist her turgid
nipples while the woman she was straddling reached up and cupped
her breasts in her hands from underneath and squeezed them.
Suddenly and without warning her mother turned her head and looked
directly at Karen. Her expression was one of such animal lust that
Karen would never forget it. She was mortified and wanted to run,
but as if in a nightmare she was totally powerless to move. As
mother and daughter continued to stare at each other Janet began to
cum and her body went absolutely rigid as the orgasm hit its
zenith. She did not avert her eyes, however, and this had the
effect of keeping Karen's gaze locked to hers. As the powerful
waves of climax began to surge through her Janet once again began
to manipulate her nipples as her body started to spasm over its
entire length. The orgasm finally began to subside and her mother
flopped forward on the other woman and began to fiercely kiss her
thus breaking the visual spell with Karen who then gathered all her
strength and turning, stole off down the hall to her own room on
rubbery, shaky legs.
Her movements slow and deliberate, as if in a trance, Karen
removed her clothes and crawled under the sheets naked without
bothering to put on her the nightgown she usually wore. She then
became consciously aware of how sexually aroused she was. She was
astounded to discover that her cunt was flooded with a massive
effusion of juice. Without giving it another thought, she lowered
one hand to her sopping pussy and furiously masturbated herself to
a thunderous orgasm as she used her other hand to yank and pull on
one of her swollen nipples. The vision of her mother's lovely face
twisted gruesomely in sexual rut swam before her tightly clenched
eyelids as her orgasm ripped through not only her body but her very
soul as well. Immediately, her entire being literally dove into an
exhaustive sleep.
The next morning it was as if nothing had ever happened the
night before. From that day on it was never referred to; not a word
was ever been mentioned of the affair. It got to a point where
Karen even began doubting that the incident had ever taken place.
From then on, however, the vision of her mother leering at her in
her totally abandoned sexual hunger haunted Karen. When awake, she
could usually force the vision of her mother's face away. Asleep,
it was a different matter. She dreamed now and then of the incident
and always woke up from the dream in an aroused state and unless
she relieved herself by jerking off right then and there the dream
would leave her listless and bothered for hours to come. Try as she
might, Karen could not get the occasional picture of her mother in
the throes of sexual frenzy from coming back unbidden.
Since being married there were occasions when her husband would
be away and she wold be alone. When the sexual tension would reach
a high point and there was no relief she would succumb to
masturbating herself as she had before she was married. On many
occasions the source of her sexual tension was just natural and
while masturbating herself she would fantasize mainly about her
husband. Often, however, as she neared the point of orgasm her
fantasy would change and she would find herself fantasizing against
her will about her mother. At these times, the point of orgasm was
always accompanied by the sight of her mother's face twisted in
sexual rut from that one occasion. Afterward she would feel
relieved that it was over, but was also overcome with the usual
strong sense of shame and guilt. Sometimes she would try to just
stop frigging herself by getting up and doing something else to
take her mind off of it, but found that she couldn't concentrate
until she had finished the job. So she would return resignedly to
playing with herself until it was over.
On a couple of occasions Karen became concerned with her
preoccupation with her mother and considered seeking professional
help if for no other reason than to assure herself that she wasn't
crazy. The sense of shame and embarrassment attendant with sharing
this with another person, even a professional, prevented this,
however. At those rare times when she would allow herself to
consciously consider the situation, Karen could admit to herself
that it was indeed unusual for a daughter to be somehow consciously
attached to her mother sexually. She decided that she was not in
love with her mother either sexually or romantically, but that
there was some sort of attraction that was acting on her. She also
concluded that she was not a lesbian because the thought of having
sex with another woman didn't seem to effect her one way or the
other; she wasn't excited about the idea, but neither was she
repulsed by it. That her mother might be a lesbian bothered her at
first until she realized that people needn't be just one way or the
other, but could enjoy both hetero- and homosexual activity. The
acceptance on her part of bisexuality was a blessing to her for it
allowed her to justify her mother's life style.
As to the nature of her attraction for her mother, Karen
continued to be mystified. That Janet was a beautiful woman there
was no doubt; everyone said so, even her father. She was beautiful
to look at even at the age of 42. Karen had always wanted to have
the beautiful long wavy blond hair and sleek build that her mother
possessed. It gave her an air of confidence and poise that most
women didn't have. Instead, Karen had inherited her physical
characteristics from her father. She was overly tall at just a
fraction of an inch under six feet. She was also just slightly on
the "big" side as other members of the family used to chide her
about. At one time she thought about pursuing a career as a model
because of her height, but was told by people in the know that she
was not thin enough although she was not overweight. They said she
had big bones. She also had the dark Italian looks of her father.
She had olive hued skin which tanned very nicely and beautiful,
shiny black hair with haunting dark eyes. Nature had also been kind
to her in the bosom department where it had skimped on in her
mother's case. Karen had a very full bust which measured a 38C. It
was not just that she had large breasts, but rather that they were
spread out and covered her entire chest and were firm almost to the
point of hardness. For one so full-breasted it was unusual that she
didn't need to wear a bra, but did so nonetheless out of an inate
sense of modesty.
The one thing that she did share with her mother, though, were
two of the largest nipples she had ever seen. Her mother, although
not nearly as bosomy as Karen, also had enormous nipples and
areolae and passed these on to her daughter. Unlike Janet's pinkish
brown teats, Karen's were a dark purple hue, almost black in color
and curved slightly upward.r Her husband Harold said it was her
most sexy feature and would devote hours to fondling, kissing and
sucking them. Karen was not adverse to this attention because her
breasts, and especially the nipples, also like her mothers, were
extremely errogenous. Although she never told anyone this because
she considered the practice to be somewhat perverse, when
masturbating she would use her free hand to play with her nipples
sometimes to the point where she would quit frigging her pussy and
use both hands on her breasts. On rare occasions she could even
make herself cum by pulling and twisting her nipples. When she got
married and discovered the almost overwhelming sensations created
by having someone suck her tits she tried it once when alone and
discovered that she could easily get her big nipples and areolae
into her own mouth. From then on this became a regular part of her
masturbatory technique and she almost always would orgasm while
sucking on her own breast.
At this point, Karen, of course, was not totally aware of the
similarities both women possessed with respect to their physical
sensitivities. She was aware that she was her mother's daughter in
a number of respects, but that in others she no way resembled her.
Where Janet's personality was often effervescent and outgoing,
Karen was shy and somewhat introverted. This was inherent in her
character and was often taken wrongly for weakness. Karen had a
strong sense of self and an inward confidence that was not
immediately apparent. Her husband discovered this to his dismay
shortly after they were married.
Janet arrived as planned and things were fine between mother and
daughter the first three days of her mother's stay. On the fourth
day as the evening wore on while they watched television, Karen
became nervous and cranky. Sensing trouble, Janet was unusually
solicitous and asked her daughter gently what the problem was.
Karen just bitched back that she had a problem with constipation
and the baby not feeding enough leaving her breasts swollen and
tender. Although the doctor said it wasn't serious it was
nonetheless bothersome and put her in a bad mood.
Trying to be helpful Janet gently offered, "Well, dear, there is
a sure cure for that little constipation problem."
"I've tried everything, mother, and nothing seems to work. Apple
juice, prune juice, MetMucil, laxatives . . . you name it - I've
tried it and nothing seems to work!" "How about an enema? Have
you tried that, Karen?" her mother quizzed. "Oh, god, mother,
nobody does that anymore, do they?" "I still do on occasion and
it works for me every time."
"Well, even so, I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to go
about it." "Well, I'd be glad to help you with it, if you'd
like, dear," Janet said.
"Do you really think it would work?"
"Sure. Why not give it a try. You'll feel much better afterward,
I guarantee."
"Well, if you think so, maybe I will. Anything would be better
than feeling like this all the time." "Fine, dear. Now . . . if
you want me to help you I'll need to have a syringe and water
bottle?"
Karen looked puzzled, but then said, "I know. I have the bottle
and a douche attachment. Will that work?"
"Don't you have all the stuff that came with the bottle?"
"Maybe, but I'll have to look," Karen said as she got up from
the dinner table and handing the baby to her mother went upstairs
to look. Five minutes later she returned with the original box with
the water bottle, hose and the douche nozzle."
"This is all I could find, mother. Will this do?"
"It's not the right tip, but it should work. Just a tad larger
than the regular enema syringe. We can try it anyway."
All of a sudden there seemed to be a strained silence until
Karen asked, "Well, what should I do?"
"Why don't we go upstairs and put the baby in the crib and then
I'll help you out, OK." Janet rose with the baby as did Karen and
they traipsed upstairs. When the baby was put down Janet said, "Why
don't you just lie down on the bed, dear, and I'll go fill the
bottle. We'll try just water at first and if that doesn't seem to
work, we'll mix a little oil with it."
Karen, who was dressed in shorts and blouse, lay down on her
back on the bed waiting for her mother. Janet filled the bottle
with warm water from the tub, attached the hose and nozzle and
returned to the bedroom.
"Now dear, do you have any jelly or Vaseline?"
Without thinking, Karen rolled on her side and opened the night
stand drawer and withdrew a tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to her
mother. Not until she had done so had she thought about it and then
she became suddenly embarrassed. She was beginning to have second
thoughts about what was going to happen and she seriously
considered just putting a stop to it immediately, but the
excitement and arousal she was beginning to feel overrode her shame
and embarrassment and she remained silent.
"OK dear, roll over on your stomach and undo your shorts."
When she had done this and pushed her shorts and panties down
around her knees leaving her buttocks exposed she suddenly felt
once again that strong sense of shame and the vision of her mother
that fateful night again returned leaving her flushed and uneasy.
"I think it would be a good idea, Karen, if you would just
remove your shorts and panties altogether. It'll be easier that
way," Janet said as she looked at her daughter's prone figure.
When Karen didn't immediately respond to her mother's
suggestion, Janet just shrugged and said, "Here, I'll help you with
them," and reached down and pulled Karen's clothes down over her
feet and off, throwing them on the chair against the wall. As she
looked down at her daughter's large, pert ass sticking up she
thought that her daughter really was beautiful for such a tall full
woman.
"Now, dear, if you'll just spread your legs slightly we'll get
this over with." Karen did as asked and opened her legs a little
bit. It seemed like the longest time until she finally felt the
strange sensation of her mother gently probing a lubricated finger
between her ass cheeks, searching for her anus. She was not quite
on the mark and Karen felt her mother use her other hand to spread
her cheeks and then the tip of her finger slowly moving over her
puckered hole spreading the jelly. Shame bound as she was, it
occured to Karen that the sensation of her mother's manipulating
her ass was not unpleasant. It recalled to mind for her her
husband's liking of that area during sex.
Finally having lubed Karen's rectum to her satisfaction, Janet
put more jelly on her finger and centered it directly on her
daughter's asshole. She then slowly pushed and rotated, probing
with her finger, and it began to enter Karen's rectum. During all
of this Karen didn't make a sound but remained rigid on the bed to
the extent that her mother said, "Relax, dear, this will be over
shortly and you'll feel much better." Karen was having trouble
remaing relaxed, however, because she was becoming painfully aware
of the stirrings in her groin. It was all she could do to control
herself and keep from starting to rotate her hips in order to force
the probing finger more deeply into her asshole.
When Janet had almost her entire finger buried in Karen's ass
she slowly started to remove it. When it was free, she retrieved
the nozzle from the water bottle and inserted it. She then raised
the water bottle and looped the end string around the top end of
the high bedpost while releasing the valve on the hose with her
other hand. Water then began flowing into Karen's insides, filling
her and also creating a sensation of pleasure she hadn't expected.
The pressure from the increasing amount of water inside her was
also jangling the nerves in that part of her body.
When the water bottle was finally empty Janet said, "Now just
lie there for a minute or two, Karen, and let the enema work. And
just so you don't dribble I'll just put my finger back in and stop
you up."
Janet then gently inserted her already lubricated finger back
into Karen's anus as she sat down on the edge of the bed. The
sensation of being so full and having her mother's finger up her
ass was working on Karen and the arousal she was feeling was
increasing gradually. At first she thought she was imagining it,
but she was sure now that her mother was actually moving her finger
in and out of her asshole. Her mother was really finger-fucking her
asshole - she couldn't believe it. Suddenly, Karen was overcome
with the desire to give herself an orgasm and she couldn't wait for
her mother to leave.
"Mom, I really need to go. Please, let me get up," she said,
impatiently. Janet removed her finger and Karen could feel the bed
move as her mother stood up.
"Come on, dear, I'll help you to the bathroom."
"Oh, mother, I can find it by myself. I'm OK, honest." Karen
slowly got to her feet, sensing that she shouldn't move too fast,
and headed toward the master bedroom bathroom with Janet trailing
her. As she raised the toilet seat she glanced over her shoulder to
see her mother standing in the doorway. Impatient from the need to
expel the enema and satisfy the desire inside her she said shortly,
"OK, mother, I'm OK. Now, please just leave."
Janet said, "If you're sure, dear," and reluctantly turned. Then
she added, "If you need anything, just shout. I'll hear you."
"Yes, mother - now go." As her mother closed the door Karen sat
heavily down on the toilet seat and thought she would explode right
away but nothing happened. She tried to force it, but still nothing
happened so she finally just sat there frustrated and stewing in
her desire. Then she gave in to her arousal and put her right hand
between her legs and began to rapidly fondle herself in a shame
ridden frenzy. She was surprised at how wet she was. At first she
thought that some of the enema had leaked down into her pussy but
the consistency was wrong; it wasn't water - it was cunt juice.
Using her fingers she spread her juices over her entire pussy then
began to concentrate moving two fingers over her clitoris jacking
it back and forth forecefully. It didn't take long. Before she
could imagine it she was up on the final plateau and still
climbing. As she approached orgasm she reached her other hand in
back of her and down between her cheeks and began to finger her
asshole trying to simulate the same sensation her mother had
created. It wasn't the same, but it felt good nonetheless.
The orgasm finally hit her and it was powerful. As the first
wave peaked and then dropped off, she lost control of her rectal
muscles, her asshole suddenly opened up and the enema came spewing
out in jets with each succeeding orgasmic spasm. It went on for
what seemed like forever until Karen was finally spent. She stopped
frigging herself and just sat hunched over in total exhaustion
after having flushed the toilet. She was wakened from this
trance-like state by a knock on the door from her mother, wondering
if she were OK. She answered yes, then slowly got up and cleaned
herself up at the sink. She then went into the bedroom and flopped
onto the bed and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
End of Part 1
~Subject: STORY: The Visit (mother/daughter, ff)
~From: an91971@anon.penet.fi
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STORY: The Visit
Part 2
It was early morning when Karen finally woke up. At first she
didn't even remember going to bed, but as she slowly sat up her
memory began to come back. As she looked down at herself her foggy
memory recalled her mother having given her the enema followed by
her masturbating in the bathroom and then flopping into bed. What
she could not figure out was how she had gotten her clothes off and
her nightgown on. As she looked around the room she spotted the
clothes she had on yesterday neatly folded on a chair. She then
guessed correctly that her mother had come in at some time during
the night and put her to bed properly.
Karen lazily rose from the bed and went over to the dresser
where she dug out a new nursing bra and pair of panties. Putting on
the bra she became aware of how swollen and painful her breasts
were. She then rummaged around in the closet for something to wear.
Finding a clean sleeveless blouse and pair of shorts she put them
on along with bobbysox and her new tennis shoes and went into the
bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her hair. While doing so she
marveled at how good she felt in spite of the previous evening's
activities. Feeling she had better urinate she lowered her shorts
and panties and sat on the commode. This brought back more memories
of the previous night and how she had sat in exactly this same spot
and brazenly masturbated herself while openly fantasizing about her
mother. As she began to ruminate once more about the strangeness of
her attraction for her mother she admitted to herself that she had
indeed enjoyed the feel of her mother's hands on her. She did
enjoy having her mother's finger up her ass - especially the second
time when it felt like Janet was finger fucking her. It still
seemed to Karen as if her mother had been purposely trying to
stimulate her. This made her wonder if somehow the attraction
might be mutual. Was there even the slightest possibility that
Janet was sexually attracted to her, she wondered.
The whole thing started to seem to her to border on the
ridiculous when she tried to imagine herself engaged in some sort
of sex act with her mother. For the life of her, she just couldn't
picture herself going down on her mother or vice versa. It was too
outrageous. Did she want to do it? Absolutely not! What then, she
wondered, would she do if given the opportunity to be sexual with
her? Then it occured to her that if, instead of lying on her back
in solitary masturbation while fantasizing about her, her mother
were there watching her and she could look at her when she came,
maybe that would solve this whole business and remove the
years-long fascination she had about it. Karen then blushed at the
thought of having her mother watch her jack off or even the thought
of ever asking her mother to do such a thing. But it would be
exciting she admitted to herself; awfulfilthydirtyrottenperverted
- but so exciting!
Mixed among all of these confusing and troublesome thoughts
was the dreadfully arousing sense that something was on the brink
of changing. Karen couldn't, however, bring any of these lines of
thinking to a sensible, logical conclusion and decided to just let
it go and let things take their own course.
* * * * *
"Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for hours?"
her mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was
rocking the baby while watching a game show on television.
"Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept for
centuries! How's Sally?" Karen asked, looking down at her child.
"You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you were
already zonked out. I got you into bed and that was some chore,
believe me! Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you
haven't fed her all night long. Are you sure you're OK?"
"Fine, except my tits ache," Karen said, absentmindedly cupping
her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't you give
me Sally and we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could use
the relief."
Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the
other end of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse off
her shoulder, she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a
swollen breast with a huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the
baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.
"That's better, huh," her mother commented as she stood up. "Let
me get you a cup of coffee."
"Let's just hope it lasts," Karen said resignedly.
After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen
took it over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down
to nap. Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning
her blouse it was obvious she was uncomfortable.
"Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion."
"What's that mother," Karen asked, wearily.
"Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your
breasts when you get this way."
"Mother - really! You come up with the most old fashioned ideas.
Does anybody really do that anymore?"
"Does it really matter, Karen," Janet exclaimed,exasperated with
her daughter's attitude, "it works - or at least it did years ago.
I don't see that it wouldn't today, do you?"
"Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one
of those breast pump things and they're expensive as hell."
"You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use my hands
and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save the milk and we can
use it to feed Sally when you're not around or are asleep or
whatever."
"That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special
technique you have to learn, or something?"
"If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's really nothing
to it, you know."
"OK, why don't you show me how it's done."
Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said,
"OK, why don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier if
those things aren't in the way." Karen then started to unbutton her
blouse, but as she did so she began to feel a little squeemish at
the idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her mother.
`That's silly,' she thought, `she's my mother, for god's sake.'
Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she divested herself of the
garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who she caught
staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge,
turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry
puckered areolae.
At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's
face as much the same one she had seen so many years ago and had
been seeing regularly in her fantasies; the realization made her
insides tighten involuntarily.
"Mother, are you OK?" Karen asked hesitantly.
"Oh, yes, dear, - fine," Janet seemed to jerk out of her
pre-occupation, "I was just admiring what you inhereted from me
that I never had - sorry if I embarrassed you." Karen was taken
aback at her mother's forthrightness causing her to remain silent
without comment.
Janet then suggested, "It would probably be easiest if you would
sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over
your shoulder and show you how it's done."
Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at
the realization that her mother probably intended to touch her
breasts in demonstrating the milking technique. She had just
assumed that Janet would demonstrate on herself.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother?" Karen queried.
"Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen," Janet said rising
from the couch and heading toward the back end of the house. Still
absentmindedly absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and
followed her mother. When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled
a chair out from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself
which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen was seated,
her mother went around behind her and bent over her.
"Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your
right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand on
the other one and imitate what I'm showing you, OK?"
"Sure, I guess," Karen muttered anxiously, "but won't we need
something to catch the milk in?"
"Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the
milk. Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go
all over the place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done."
Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down
with her hand and cupped it under her right breast. "Go on, use
your left hand and put it under your tit like I'm doing."
When Karen did it, her mother said, "Now put your thumb on top
and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two
fingers since your nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put
them behind the nipple and press downward. Then, while you press
downward, pull out at the same time. See," Janet said as she did
what she described and a spray of milk shot out from her daughter's
nipple landing on the floor in front of them. "Simple, huh. Now you
try it," Janet said.
Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she
began to express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother
instructed her to adjust the position of her fingers and on her
next attempt she was surprised to see a number of long streams of
milk jetisson from the tip of her nipple.
"The important thing is to get a rhythm going," Janet coaxed,
"now see if you can do it along with me," and she began to slowly
milk her daughter's right breast with Karen doing her left about at
the same pace. Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk
simulateously creating a wet mess on the floor, but neither woman
seemed to be concerned with this.
After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she
was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and she
could feel her cunt begin to moisten. Even more confusing to her
was the realization that she was so aroused that if they didn't
stop this pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't
stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just remained
rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, feeling the climax
slowly building in both her groin and her breasts. She was
entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake
all over.
Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as
well.
"My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf." Janet
came around from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her
daugther. Looking up, she could see that Karen's upper chest was
blotched with large red spots and her face was likewise flushed and
swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as her mother
placed a hand on each of her knees to support herself.
"You're not sick, are you?" Janet queried as she looked up into
Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. "Oh, no, you're not sick at
all. You were just about to cum, weren't you, Karen."
Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion
began to form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised
a hand and cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently
upwards. "It's OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that
way. I mean, after all, tits are errogenously sensitive aren't
they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it, does it?"
Janet added solcitously.
"Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed," Karen almost wailed.
"Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually, you
should consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits. You
must have inherited those from me too." When Karen only moaned in
response Janet asked, "You didn't come though, did you, dear?"
After a silent moment Janet continued, "It's Ok if you . . ."
and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on, "well,
uh, if you still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind."
"Oh, god, mother," Karen sobbed, "I'm so embarrassed. I can't
believe this is happening."
Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter,
began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the
courage she could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her
mother. Her eyes were diverted instantly from Janet's face to the
open V in her mother's white blouse, the first thre buttons of
which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet wasn't wearing
a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full view of her
mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were obviously
in a state of erection. Karen was fascinated with the sight; she
hadn't remembered her mother's breasts as having such large
nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like to suck on
another woman's breasts and the thought thrilled her and added more
fuel to her already fired-up state. She was painfully aware of her
predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality.
"Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten very
aroused and must be right on the brink of cumming. If you want to,
I don't mind."
Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her
left hand was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed it
sending another squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing
on her mother's face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet
removed a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's
free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on previously and
began to squeeze it again. This caused the younger woman to
continue fondling her other tit and in a couple of moments Karen
had forgotten her embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned
and her breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual
abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked.
Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her
mother's eyes and said, "Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would
you . . . suck my nipple . . . please? I just want . . . I need, to
have my tit sucked right now!"
Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had
finally gotten to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming
sexually aroused. Glancing for a short moment into her daughter's
eyes without saying a word, she then bent her head forward and
lifted the breast she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out
her tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk into her
mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled Karen's breast forward
and clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to forcefully
suck. After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said to
her daughter, "If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate
yourself, that's OK too, dear."
"Mom . . . I don't need to . . . please don't stop!" was Karen's
quick response as she continued to milk her other breast furiously.
As Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen
abandoned the milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple
between her thunb and fingers and began to viciously pull and twist
on it.
"Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please . . . suck
harder . . . faster . . . oh god, yessssssss . . . here it cums .
. . now . . . oh, my god, mother . . . I'm cumming . . . chew my
nipple off . . . oh, fuck!" As Karen's body went rigid and then
began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole
breast once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long,
forceful stream of milk high into the air.
Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the
spasms subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then quit
sucking her and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her
daughter lovingly.
"That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like
that." Both women then looked at each other and began to laugh.
Seeing that her daughter was really exhausted Janet said, "Come on,
dear, let's get you into the living room and then I'll clean up
this mess.
End of Part 2
The Visit - Part 3
When Karen was seated on the sofa with her blouse draped
loosely over her shoulders her mother returned to the kitchen to
mop up the mess they had made. Janet was glad to have these few
moments to herself to think about what had just happened.
Janet had been taken completely by surprise by the turn of
events. At the moment she was feeling a mixture of guilt and
arousal at the thought that she had inadvertantly managed to not
only turn her daughter on sexually, but had also aided her in
bringing her to orgasm. The fact that she was equally at home
sexually with both men and women had no bearing on the situation.
Karen was her daughter! And that made it incest, what they had just
done. Nonetherless, Janet was still aroused by the incident.
As she bent down with a rag in one hand to soak up the mess on
the floor, the feel of her daughter's turgid, squirting nipple in
her mouth and her heavy breast in her hand continued to excite her
in spite of the fact that she knew it was taboo. Swiping
purposefully with the cloth at the wet floor she reached up with
her free hand and grasped her own erect nipple through the fabric
of her blouse and gave it a hard twist. This send an electric bolt
directly to her already swollen clitoris.
God, I'd just love for her to return the favor right now, Janet
wished, against her will. If there were only some way I could
continue this without feeling guilty I would. But Janet was at a
loss as to how to approach the subject with her daughter without
possibly risking the loss of their mutual sense of trust, respect
and emotional well-being. On the other hand, she also didn't
understand what had gotten into her daughter; it was so
uncharacteristic of her. She had always thought Karen was a real
straight arrow when it came to matters as personal as these. She
had never once considered Karen from a sexual point of view. It was
clear to her, however, that she was going to have to do something
for herself; she was so turned on that she couldn't even think
straight and needed relief.
Common sense prevailing, it occured to Janet that probably the
best thing to do right now would be to make sure her daughter was
OK and reassure her in case she had any misgivings about their
recent contact. Then they could agree to put the incident behind
them and get on with it. She would then simply excuse herself and
go upstairs and masturbate and hope that would relieve the
tremendous arousal she was feeling.
Feeling a sense of ease at finally having arrived at what she
considered the right course of action to take, Janet finished the
cleanup and got herself in mental and physical order. She then went
back to the living room fully intending to make the situation
comfortable for both of them. After all, they would both be seeing
a lot of each other for the next few months until Karen's husband
returned. At least that was the plan.
Karen was still seated on the couch leaning back with her eyes
closed. Sensing her mother's presence, she opened them and said,
"Mother, I want to apologize. I really don't know what got into me.
I'm really so embarrassed, really I am."
Janet's heart went out to her daughter and as she sat down on
the love seat opposite Karen she said, "Dear, it's perfectly
alright. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're a healthy
young woman whose husband has been away for some time and your body
probably just responded to the lack of normal activity. I don't
want you to give it another thought." It was then that Janet's eyes
settled on Karen's carelessly open blouse, which was simply draped
over her shoulders. The blouse was open enough so that parts of
both her large areolae were visible. For some reason Janet found
herself fascinated with her daughter's breasts and just sat staring
at them wondering what the attraction was.
Noticing her mother's distraction Karen inquired, "I hope you're
OK, mother. You're not mad at me are you?"
Returning her attention to Karen, Janet answered, "Of course,
I'm not mad at you. How could I be?!" And then, without thinking
Janet just blurted out, "OK? Am I OK! No, goddamnit, I'm not OK!
I'm horny as hell. It's been ages since I had any sex and I'm ready
to burst. I'm afraid that what happened in the kitchen just now has
really got me going."
"Oh, mother, I'm so sorry - really I am. I'd do anything if I
could just take that back. I didn't mean to hurt you or upset you.
Honest."
Seeing Karen's sincere concern for her softened Janet and she
replied, "It's OK dear, it's not your fault and you don't really
have anything much to do with it. It's my problem - not yours."
"I know, but I feel somehow responsible."
"Well, you aren't dear. It's just that I'm human, too, and not
immune to getting aroused by sexual situations - even someone
else's."
At this point Karen, wanting to help but not knowing how, said,
"Mother, don't you ever masturbate?"
"Masturbate? Of course I do, darling. In fact, I prefer that
these days to screwing, what with all the diseases going around."
"Well, wouldn't it help right now? I mean, if you masturbated?"
"Oh, Karen, I'm sick of doing it by myself. It'd be nice to have
someone else around, even if just to watch, but I'm afraid that
being away from home has temporarily removed that possibility."
Karen couldn't believe her ears. She sensed that here might be
an opportunity to become involved sexually with her mother, at
least in an indirect way. Actually, a safer way than she had
thought of. With her heart pounding in her ears she looked over at
her mother and said softly, "I'm here, mother."
When Janet looked quizically at her daughter without speaking,
Karen repeated, "I said, I'm here - if that would help."
Janet just looked at her daughter and said, "I'm sorry dear, I
don't quite understand exactly what you mean."
"Just what I said, mother. I'm here." Karen was starting to get
nervous about having to repeat herself over and over again and was
afraid that her mother would make her have to spell out exactly
what she was getting at. She would really prefer it if her mother
would get the hint and make some kind of overture.
"I know you're here, Karen, and I appreciate it very much," was
all Janet said.
Becoming a little exasperated and trying not to sound impatient,
Karen tried once more. "Well, that's not exactly what I was getting
at mother."
"What then, dear?"
"What I mean then is, that I'm here. If you just want to be with
someone while you masturbate and you think it would help, well,
then I'm here. OK?"
Janet couln't have hoped for anything more. But now the battle
began anew. Should she continue by taking advantage of her
daughter's offer or do what she felt was morally right and refuse
the offer. Not being able to overcome her libido she finally
replied non-commitally, "That's very kind of you, Karen."
"I mean it, mother. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to masturbate
in front of me."
"Really?" Janet queried.
"Really. In fact, to be honest, I'd love to watch you do it to
yourself. It'd probably relieve me of feeling bad about having
gotten you in this state in the first place."
"Oh, Karen, I'd hate to impose on you in this way . . ." and she
let it trail off there, hoping beyond hope, and not knowing Karen
felt the same way, that her daughter wouldn't get frightened and
change her mind.
"You wouldn't be imposing, mother. Honestly, it's alright." And
now Karen was afraid her mother would get cold feet and back out of
the direction this was heading. While this was occuring to her she
became aware of just how badly she wanted to have sex with her
mother and made the instant decision that she would do whatever it
took to make sure it would happen. She was now beyond caring about
morals or anything else, for that matter. She just wanted it to
happen.
Being at a loss for anything to say which she felt could grease
the skids of the situation she came up with an idea and said to her
mother, "In fact, if it would help, I have a vibrating dildo
upstairs that Richard gave me a while back for when he was gone and
I'd be glad to get it for you if you want to use it."
When her mother looked at her and started to smile, the humor of
the situation struck both of them simultaneously and they both
started to chuckle.
"That's kind of a real personal thing, dear. Are you sure you
wouldn't mind me using it?"
"Are you kidding," Karen retorted, "my tits are kind of my
personal things, too, and you just got done sucking on THEM!"
Suddenly, Janet got smolderingly serious and looking piercingly
at her daughter said, "Did it feel good, Karen. Did you like the
way I sucked your nipple, huh?"
The statement shot right down to Karen's cunt and she could feel
herself starting to secrete again at the thought of her mother
sucking on her breast.
Still, the slight sarcasm came out in her next statement, "You
didn't happen to notice, by chance, that sucking on my nipple made
me come, did you?" And then Karen instantly regretted the remark,
but saw that her mother had taken it lightly. For lack of anything
better at the moment and to hide her mounting anxiety over her
renewed arousal and embarrassment Karen told her mother that she
would get the dildo and proceded to rise and go upstairs.
When she came back down a few moments later with the black
object in her hand, it appeared that Janet was still in the same
position in the love seat until she saw that her mother had one
hand inserted in the waistband of her shorts. Confident now that
things would continue, she felt she could risk another jocular
remark so she said, "What's the matter, mother. Are you so horny
you just couldn't wait for me to return?" Janet didn't answer, but
just smiled.
Rather than go over to her mother with the dildo, Karen decided
to just sit and watch so she lowered herself once again to her
previous position on the couch across from her mother and laid the
instrument on the cushion beside her. The silence grew quickly
heavy as Karen watched her mother remove her hand and start to
unbutton her shorts. Using both hands she pushed them and her
panties down around her ankles and kicked them aside. Then she
scooted herself forward to the edge of the loveseat and sat upright
while spreading her legs. Karen now had a perfect view of her
mother's pussy and was amazed at the mass of thick, long hair that
covered her triangle. She wondered briefly why she herself didn't
have nearly that much hair.
When she was in position, Janet looked over at Karen and asked,
"Are you sure this is OK, dear. I mean . . . oh, hell . . ." and
she lowered her left hand to her groin and slowly started to
explore herself with her index finger, probing into the mass of
beautiful hair.
Karen was entranced watching her mother, whose head was bent
down as she gently caressed herself. Karen was becoming increasinly
aroused herself, but she didn't move or say anything for fear of
terminally interrupting the situation.
Without looking up Janet moaned, "Oh, god, this feels good. So
good.
"Do you ever do it like this, dear - sitting up? This is my
favorite position. I cum better this way than any other." It was
already evident to Karen that her mother's breathing was getting
more rapid.
Ever so softly Karen answered, "Yes - lots of times. I like to
do it sitting on the toilet seat, just like that. Especially after
I've douched. I seem to cum better that way, too."
Janet then slowly raised her head and looking at her daughter
asked, "Dear, I know this may shock you, but would you do me a
favor and open your blouse so I can look at your breasts again?"
"I'm not shocked at all, mother," Karen responded as she pulled
the sides of her blouse open and shrugged out of it leaving herself
bare to the waist and completely open to her mother's view.
"Oh, Karen, you have such beautiful big breasts. I'd kill to
have those, I would."
"Do you like them, mother? Do they turn you on?" Karen asked
coyly being aware that she was now being somewhat of a tease.
"Yes, they turn me on. How do you think I got this way this
morning?"
"You mean you actually enjoyed it when I asked you to suck
them?"
"Of course I enjoyed it, silly. I wouldn't have done it
otherwise, would I? And judging by your violent reaction you
enjoyed it too. You really like to have your breasts sucked, don't
you?"
"Yes, I do," sighed Karen, her own breathing starting to get
more rapid.
Janet's hand was now moving in a regular manner as she
manipulated her first two fingers between her thick cunt lips,
moving them in a circular way around her clitoris which was bathed
in juice from her excitement. As her arousal mounted she felt her
usual tendency toward earthy language and asked her daughter, "Has
another woman ever sucked your breasts, darling?"
Without hesitation Karen answered, "No, mother, you're the first
woman to have ever sucked on my breasts - I'm not gay." Then
thinking about it she added, "Wait, that's if you don't count me
myself."
"Huh? You mean to tell me that you can suck your own breasts?"
Janet asked, incredulously.
"My turn to shock you, right. Of course. I do it all the time
when I jerk off. I've been doing it for years, mother. Actually,
that's one reason I think my nipples are so abnormally big." And
then it occured to her that her mother was small breasted enough
that it wouldn't be possible for her to do it and she felt a little
bit ashamed at having been so brazen in her attitude.
"Oh, god, that's really sexy. Would you mind showing me, dear,
how you do it, would you? I'd just love to see you do it to
yourself."
"No, I don't mind." Karen moved her hand up and cupped her right
breast in her palm. Lowering her head and chin she pushed up with
her hand, stuck out her tongue and began laving the upper curve of
her swollen tit, making it slick with her saliva.
"Can you get your nipple in your mouth, Karen," Janet queried in
a low voice that came out almost as a croak.
"Uh, huh," Karen mumbled as she placed her thumb on top of her
breast and started to angle the distended nipple toward her mouth.
This motion had the startling effect of causing a stream of milk to
eject from the pressured nipple before she could get it to her
mouth squirting over her entire face and right into her eye.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed loudly, and using her free hand
grabbed the blouse behind her and swabbed at her wet face. "Hmmm,
that tastes good. Let's try that again." Once more she turned her
nipple to her mouth, but at an angle and managed to clamp her mouth
over it before milk got all over.
"Oh, jeez, Karen - that's so sexy - watching you do that." Janet
had now paused in her ministrations and just sat looking as her
daughter fed herself her breast, sucking hungrily at the nipple.
She was still awed by the fact that Karen was going along with this
and comsumed by the intense eroticism brought forth for her by the
pervertedness of being sexual with her own child. Libido had
finally conquered her shame, she mused.
Although her head was bent, Karen moved her eyes to look at her
mother and seeing that had stopped playing with herself raised her
head and asked, "Did you cum already, mother?"
"Not quite, dear. And I don't want to, yet. That's why I
stopped. I'm so sensitive now just watching you that if I touch
myself again I'll shoot off immediately and I don't want this to
end."
"I don't either, mom." Karen said, but before Karen could resume
nursing herself her mother said, "Dear, could I ask you to come
over here and suck on my nipple? Would you mind?"
"Oh, mother, really. Would you let me do that?"
"I want you to do it, darling." And Karen let go of her own
breast and slid to the floor and waddled on her knees to where her
mother sat on the edge of the love seat. As she approaced, Janet
began unbuttoning her blouse rapidly. By the time Karen was
positioned in front of her the blouse was undone and off. Except
for her tennis shoes and sox, Janet now sat naked in front of her
daughter who was looking at the marvelous breasts and nipples she
had so often fantasized about. Karen was also now aware of the
strong, musky scent of her mother's cunt and found the aroma
exciting even though it seemed to her to differ from her own scent
of arousal.
Concentrating now on the swollen nipple not inches from her
mouth, Karen put her hands on the edge of the cushions on either
side of her mother's naked thighs and, leaning forward, stuck out
her tongue. Janet reached up with a hand and cupped her breast and
squeezing, pushed it out toward her daughter's waiting mouth. She
softly moved her other hand to the back of Karen's head and gently
pulled it towards her. Karen's wet tongue finally came into contact
with the erect nipple and she resisted any further movement as she
lazily ran her tongue over and around the turgid flesh and then in
wider circles, wetting the areola with her saliva. When her
mother's breast tip was literally dripping Karen then closed her
pouty lips over the nipple and began to rapidly move her tongue
sideways over the hard, thick appendage sticking halfway to her
throat.
When she heard her mother moan, Karen then opened her mouth as
wide as possible and took as much of the breast in as she could.
When she looked down she was amazed to see that she hadn't been
able to get the entire areola into her mouth.
"Oh, Christ, Karen - you're a natural tit sucker. That feels so
delicious, don't ever stop."
Karen's head was swimming. She couldn't believe she was now
sucking on her own mother's nipple and feeling her shake in the
throes of passion. She realized now that this is something she had
always wanted to do - from the very night she had seen her mother
with that other woman. The air was thick with sex and it made her
giddy. She considered whether at the moment she would be capable of
touching her mother's pussy or even sucking on her mother's cunt,
but decided she wasn't sure she wanted to go that far or even if
her mother would be prepared for that. Instead, she moved both
hands from the seat cushions and put them on the back of her
mother's legs and began to lightly fondle them. As she did so, she
could feel the tension straining her mother's whole body; it was
like a tightly wound rubber band.
Suddenly Janet pushed her back and away from her, not roughly
but firmly, saying, "Stop, dear . . . please, just stop. I can't
take it any more. Just sit there and watch me while I jack off. It
won't take long, I promise." She lowered her hand to her pussy and
stuck two fingers into her vagina getting them good and lubricated.
Once wet she brought them out and forward and began to rapidly move
them up and down along each side of her engorged clit.
Karen, obeying her mother's wishes, just leaned back on her
hands and looked at her mother flailing herself to orgasm. Wanting
to spur her on, Karen said excitedly, "Come on, mother, do it. Make
yourself cum. It's right there isn't it? You really want it bad,
don't you. That's it, frig yourself, frig your wet pussy!" Sensing
Janet was close she continued on, "Mother, look at my breasts. Look
at them! Look how swollen the nipples are. You made them that way,
you got my tits so horny sucking on them. Just think about sucking
these big nipples. Come on, do it - cum for me. Oh, mother, it's
heaven watching you masturbate yourself. You look so hot!"
Janet was right there and said hoarsely, "I'm gonna cum, Karen.
I'm right there. Just watch me, OK, just look at me. Now. Here it
is . . . oh, shit . . . here it cums . . . ahhhhhh . . ."
As Janet hit the high point of her orgasm she suddenly reached
up with her free hand and began twisting one of her large nipples
while looking straight into Karen's eyes. The shock was like having
ice cold water thrown on her as Karen realized that this was an
almost exact repeat of that night years ago. She froze to the spot
and stopped breathing as she watch her mother frig herself through
the orgasm while still maintaining eye contact with her. Janet had
that same abandoned, rutted stare from the past and it made Karen's
cunt throb involuntarily.
When her mother's body began to spasm in time with the orgasm
wracking her, Karen slowly moved forward and put her arms around
her only to get another surprise as Janet glued her mouth to her
daughter's and drove her tongue almost into Karen's throat.
As the spasms slowly started to subside, Karen disengaged her
mouth from her mother's but continued to hold her closely, aware of
their bodies pressed together, feeling her mother's sweaty breasts
crushed against her own. Eventually, Janet fell back into the
depths of the love seat, pulling Karen with her and they both just
lay there with their legs entwined. As Janet's breathing began to
quieten Karen gently caressed her mother's damp face while
murmuring to her softly.
End of Part 3 ~Subject: STORY: The Visit - Part 4 (ff, mother/daughter)
STORY: The Visit - Part 4
As Janet and Karen lay entwined together on the couch recovering
from Janet's massive orgasm the phone rang. Karen lethargically
removed herself from her mother's embrace and, on unsteady legs,
went to the table in the foyer to answer it. In a couple of seconds
she called to Janet, "It's for you, mother!"
"Who is it?" Janet called back, the sound of irritation mixed
with fatigue clearly audible in her voice.
After about ten seconds Karen appeared in the living room again
and said, "It's for you, mom. They said it's extremely important -
long distance." Janet rolled off the couch while grabbing at her
clothing and went to take the call. In about three minutes she
returned, now shabbily clad in her blouse and shorts, and stood in
front of her topless daughter and stated angrily, "Well, there's
trouble. It's with my best account. Something about a foul up in
the title search as well as the financing. This deal could make me
a bundle and I've got to go back and straighten it out. Please
don't be mad, dear, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Karen looked up at her mother with sadness written all over her
face, but didn't say anything. Then she stood up and took a step
toward Janet and flung her arms around her. Janet hugged Karen
closely to her and they stood like this for some moments until
Janet pulled away saying, "I've got to catch the first flight out
of O'Hare. Would you be so good as to call me a cab while I try to
get myself in some sort of order."
Karen moved listlessly, putting on her crumpled, milk stained
blouse and then went into the kitchen to get the phone book. She
called the cab company and ordered her mother's cab and then just
went back to the couch and lay down. She must have dozed off for in
a little while she was startled to hear her mother open the front
door and hand out a suitcase to a strange man. Janet gave the man
some instructions and told him she would be out in a moment. Then
she went over to her daughter who had just sat up and bent down to
give her a hug. Instead, Karen took her mother's face between both
of her hands and, parting her lips slightly, planted her full mouth
directly on her startled mother's newly lip-sticked lips. Karen
then forced her tongue between her mother's lips and teeth until
she couldn't get it any further into her mouth. Janet didn't resist
her daughter's insistent kiss, but she didn't get active herself,
pulling away after a few moments.
"I really have to go, dear. Don't worry. I'll call as soon as I
know what's going on." And with that she was quickly out the door
and gone, the sound of the taxi fading in the distance.
Karen spent the rest of the day in a daze comprised of a mixture
of guilt tinged with an almost vicious edge of sexual arousal. As
she fed the baby, who finally decided it was hungry, and washed
dishes and cleaned the place up she was constantly aware of her
swollen pussy lips. It also seemed to her that her nipples had
never before been so sensitive. She had actually gotten excited
with the baby nursing at her breast while thoughts of her mother's
mouth sucking, tonguing and licking her nipple ran rampant in her
consciousness. The day wore on and on and as it turned into evening
she began to relax a little although she was still aimlessly
distracted to the point that she watched an hour's worth of
television, but five minutes later had forgotten what she saw.
Bringing the baby with her she went to her bedroom to go to bed.
She was exhausted.
With the baby in its crib, she crawled under the covers after
turning out the lights but sleep just wouldn't come. Karen finally
decided that what she needed to get to sleep was a good thorough
psyche cleansing orgasm. 'Fuck it,' she thought to herself, 'I
don't care if I am excited about having sex with my own mother! I'm
just going to do it!'
She then threw off the covers and spread her legs as wide as
possible and began to frig her wet pussy. As she continued to
masturbate she got hotter and hotter and she was just about there
when the thought from that morning about eating her mother came to
her. This got her even hotter. She knew now that this is something
she really wanted to do. She wanted to give her mother an orgasm
with her lips and tongue. It was crazy, but that's what she wanted.
The fantasy was driving her wild, but it also had the curious
effect of making her not able to cum in spite of her excitement. No
matter how she moved her hand or how rapidly or hard or soft, she
just couldn't make it cum. She finally stopped for a minute to give
herself a rest.
'Maybe what I need is something stuffed up my cunt. Maybe
that'll bring me off,' she thought. Rolling sideways, she opened
the nightstand drawer and searched blindly for the vibrating dildo
she had put back that morning, never having gotten a chance to use
it. Finally grasping it in her hand, she rolled back over again
with legs spread and quickly jammed the cold instrument straight
into her cunt. She was so well lubricated that there wasn't the
slightest pull or friction; it just sailed right on in and up to
the hilt. She then twisted the plastic cap and it began its
familiar hum sending subtle waves of pleasure through her vaginal
walls into the surrounding abdominal area. As it hummed along she
again began to masturbate herself with one hand, the other moving
the buried dildo slightly in and out of her vagina.
Once again she got right to the point of cumming but couldn't
bring herself over the edge. This time she didn't stop. Without
thinking she quickly removed the dildo from her cunt and placed the
tip against her anus. She hesitated only a moment while a fleeting
thought of how perverse her next action would make her before she
pushed the soaking piece of plastic with all the force she could
muster in her tired arm. The tip penetrated the anal ring and
stopped about an inch inside her rectum when at the same time
Karen's body exploded. The surprise was so great it caused Karen to
let go her grip on the dildo as she moved her hand automatically up
to her breast to tweak her horny nipple. The resulting first wave
orgasmic contraction was of such force that it put enough pressure
on the slightly tapered tip of the dildo to force it from her
asshole. As it fell out she confusedly reached with her other hand
and jammed her middle finger in its place. Lubrication was abundant
and when her finger was buried as far up as it would go she began
to quickly finger fuck her asshole. The orgasm was marvelous and at
last she felt totally worn out but relaxed. In this state she
closed her eyes.
It wasn't but a few seconds before she was almost asleep when
the phone on the bedside began to ring. Reaching out a hand she
brought the phone to her ear and hoarsely said, "Lo?"
"Dear, is that you Karen?"
"Oh, mother, yes, hi - where are you?"
"I'm home, now. I went straight to the office from the airport.
What a mess. Are you alright, Karen? You sound like you're not
well."
"I'm OK now mother," Karen said, and then added teasingly, "I
just jerked off the to most amazing cum I've ever had."
"Karen!" Janet retorted in a scolding voice, but softened it
immediately as she continued, "well - I'm happy for you dear. I'm
just sorry I wasn't there with you."
"You will be - won't you, mother? - soon?"
"Yes, darling. I think I can get this wrapped up sometime
tomorrow morning. Do you want me to take the plane back in the
afternoon. I could be back by nine tomorrow night!"
"Oh, yes, mother. Do it. Do you want me to pick you up?"
"No. I'd rather you prepared a nice homecoming for me. We can
have a real nice late evening get together when I get back. What do
you say?"
"Oh, mom. Yes, of course. Are you OK?" and now there was a hint
of worry as Karen voiced the question.
"Yes, darling, I'm just fine. As a matter of fact, I did it
before you did!" she said cheerily.
"Huh? You did what, mother?"
"Well, uh, I got off before you did. I was so worked up that
half way through the flight I just put a blanket over me and put my
hand under my skirt and masturbated. The flight wasn't even a third
full - midday, you know - and hardly a soul around although I think
the stewardess knew what was going on. If I hadn't had so much to
do I would have gone for her. I think she would have gone for it,
too. Ah, well . . . another time. I've got to run, dear. It's two
hours earlier here than there but I've got to get some sleep. I'll
call and let you know what time I'll be in tomorrow. Sweet dreams,
dear."
"OK, mom. And be good on your way back. And don't bring any
stewardesses with you. I want you all to myself!"
"Not to worry, my darling. Bye." Click the phone went as Janet
hung up.
Karen just lay there holding the phone cradled between her large
breasts, contented now that she was sure everything was alright
between her and her mother. She couldn't wait for tomorrow night .
. . and she was fast asleep.
The next day passed quickly for Karen. What with house chores,
shopping, lunch with her friend Nancy and various other things the
time flew by. She was also surprised by the fact that she wasn't
more preoccupied with her mother and yesterday's events. She felt
good and was looking forward to her mother's return that evening.
At 1:45 that afternoon her mother called from L.A. International
and told Karen she would be in on the 8:30 flight, which was just
now leaving and again, not to worry about picking her up - she
would take a cab.
As the time for Janet to be back grew near Karen began to
arrange things in a way she thought would create a romantic
atmosphere. She got a bottle of champagne cooled down, laid out a
couple of glasses, made sure the living room looked pleasant and
lowered the lights to very dim. She even put out a couple of
candles and lit them, shutting off the lights entirely. Luckily the
baby was cooperating as well and was sound asleep. She then went
upstairs to change into something that would appeal to her mother's
libido. She had just one garter belt, black, which she put on along
with a pair of black hose, but no panties. Along with high heels
she chose a short black skirt that came up above her knees and a
sheer white blouse that was almost a see-thru. The only problem she
had was in trying to decide whether to wear a bra or not. She
finally decided that since her breasts were firm enough to stand
out on their own she wouldn't wear one. She consciously admitted to
herself that she wanted her mother to be able to get a really good
look at her protrubent nipples which showed clearly through the
shear material of the blouse.
Having put on a small gold necklace and pair of earings she
stood looking at herself in the full-length bedroom mirror and was
pleasantly surprised at the image which was reflected back to her.
She had been afraid of looking too much like a whore and was
pleased to see that she didn't appear that way to herself. She did
look nice and fetching, though. Especially enticing was the fact
that her very dark, large nipples and areolae were plainly visible
through the blouse, riding high on her milk swollen breasts.
Then she began to wonder if maybe her mother really did want her
to look like a slut. Maybe that turned her on. With that in mind,
the last thing she did was apply a thick layer of blood-red
lipstick much more heavily than normal. There, she thought, I'll
concede that one little point. If she doesn't like it, it'll easily
be fixed.
Just as she put the last touch to her lips she heard the front
door open and close. It had to be her mother and she was a little
early. She was the only one who had the key. Karen took one last
nervous look at herself in the mirror and headed downstairs in
anticipation of a wonderful evening. She paused at the top of the
stairs just long enough to grasp her nipples through the blouse and
pull on them, making them jut out even further than their normal
size.
Seeing her daughter coming down the stairs was somewhat of a
shock for Janet. Karen was absolutely stunning, she thought, as she
stood glued to the spot with her mouth half open. Halfway down the
stairs Karen looked at her and smiled sexily and said, "Hi, mom.
Have a good flight?"
Janet didn't answer as she walked over to the bottom of the
stairway to wait for her daughter without ever taking her eyes off
of her. When Karen was on the last step her mother opened her arms
and the two women fell into a tight, almost smothering, embrace.
After a moment they both moved their heads back and look deeply
into each others' eyes before coming together for a deep soul kiss
the likes of which neither one had ever experienced before. With
their arms around each other and their bodies pressed as together
as closely as humanly possible they stayed locked in the embrace as
each one's mouth, lips and tongues attempted to devour the other.
Both were panting heavily as they came apart and Janet took Karen's
hand and led her over to the sofa where they both sat on the edge
of the cushions half turned toward one another.
Karen took this opportunity to really look at her mother for the
first time. Janet was dressed in one of her severe gray business
suits which was offset, however, by an elegant off-white silk
blouse buttoned to the throat and a very feminie, wide black silk
scarf around her neck under the wide blouse collar. She also had on
matching high heels and sheer charcoal colored hose. Somehow, this
all enhanced Janet's beautiful wavy blond hair and tanned skin and
Karen was stirred deeply to know that even though her mother was
getting on in years she was still quite beautiful. And sexy!
Not knowing where any of this was coming from, Karen continued
to look at her mother and finally got up the courage to state,
"Mother, I want you. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I've been
sexed up all day long just thinking about your body and what I want
to do to it."
When Janet started to interrupt, Karen said, "No, wait--let me
finish. I've got to say this even if it sounds weird and perverted,
but I've just got to say it. I've never been so horny before in my
life for another person. I don't understand it, but I really don't
care anymore. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong or
whether you're my mother or not or whether it's incest or whatever,
I just know how I feel and what I want to do. I love you and I want
you. And I want you to love and want me, too, please." Karen was
actually panting at the end of this speech, both from having
uttered it in one breath as well as from being sexually aroused by
the woman sitting next to her. Nonetheless, she felt glad that she
had come out in the open with it at last. And now she would wait
and see what her mother's position was going to be.
"Oh, Karen," Janet sighed dropping her head, "I know, darling.
I feel the same way. I do." Now she took one of Karen's hands in
her own and continued, "And I don't know how to handle it all. I
don't want to hurt you or make your life any more miserable than
your father and I have already made it. Please know that, dear."
"I do, mother, I do," Karen voiced fervently and raised her
mother's hand to her lips and bussed it lightly with her lips.
"Are you sure you really know what you want, Karen?" Janet
queried anxiously.
Emboldened now Karen said, "Oh, yes, mother, I do. I simply want
to fuck you and have you fuck me. Right now I don't care about
anything else in the world." With that Karen reached over and
inserted her hand inside her mother's suit jacket and cupped her
small breast and squeezed. "I so much want to make you happy and
feel good. I want to make you cum. Please let me make you cum,"
Karen almost pleaded as she continued to fondle her mother's
breast, feeling the large nipple becoming erect throught the blouse
and bra.
Janet just sat there with her hands in her lap and her eyes
closed and let her daughter feel her up.
"Oh hell, I don't believe this is happening," she said
eventually as Karen's fingers continued to roll her erected nipple
between her fingers. "I can't tell you how wet I've been all day
just thinking about what could happen tonight. And here we are! And
it IS happening."
"Mother, there's just one thing I need to know."
"Yes, darling, what's that?"
"Do you remember that incident years ago when I was staying in
California my last summer visit after . . ."
"What about it?"
"Do you remember me coming into the room when you and another
woman were . . . uh . . . you know . . . having sex together."
"You remember that, do you?" Janet said.
"Mother! How could I forget it? I was never more shocked in my
whole life!"
"Well, yeah, I guess. I kind of hoped you'd forget about that.
I mean, it's not something a mother cares to have her daughter
witness."
"But I can't forget it. Couldn't. Won't ever."
Turning her head to Karen, Janet asked, "I know it was shocking,
but it appears now that it had some other effects on you as well,
huh?"
"Indeed! I hate to admit this, but I've been masturbating to
that fantasy ever since. But it wasn't until yesterday morning --
no, actually, when you gave me the enema the night before that I
first started to admit that I was sexually attracted to you."
When Janet didn't comment on this Karen became immediately
concerned and followed with, "Mother, you're not just doing this
out of kindness, are you? I mean you're not just doing this to make
me feel good?"
"You can rest easy on that count, dear. Up until yesterday
morning I never had any idea something like this would happen. But
when I saw you getting excited by having your nipples manipulated
it had a very sudden and tremendous effect on me. For whatever
reason, and I don't understand it, I got really horny myself just
watching you. But the capper was when you asked me to suck your
tits. That did it. I still have the taste of your milk in my mouth
whenever I think about us. And watching you cum and then having you
watch me cum -- that cemented it."
With that confession both women grew silent. After a few moments
Janet reached up and removed her daughter's hand from her breast
following which she took off her suit jacket and lay it over the
back of the sofa. Turning again to Karen she said, "I see you have
a bottle of bubbly. How 'bout we have a sip?"
"OK," Karen answered and stood up to fetch the already opened
bottle and a couple of glasses. She handed one glass to her mother
and resat herself. Then she poured for both of them after which
Janet raised her glass and said, "To us, dear loved one. Even if I
am your mother."
Karen raised her own glass and said simply, "To us." Both women
drained their glasses and set them down simultaneously on the
coffee table.
After an uncomfortable moment or two when both women were
anxious to get something started, but neither knew how, Janet piped
up, "Dear, now that you did ask, there is something that you can do
for me - eventually - if you wouldn't mind."
Karen just tilted her head slightly to one side and looked at
her mother lovingly and said, "Of course, mom. What is it?"
"Well," Janet said, inhaling deeply, "and I know this sounds a
bit lewd, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind masturbating in
front of me. I mean, all by yourself, just as if you were alone,
with me watching. Could you do that?"
Karen wasn't in the least taken back. It was just what she
wanted to hear and she said, "Absolutely. I'll do anything --
anything -- you want. And you can do anything you want to me. I
really want you, mom and if this is something that will please you
and turn you on, then I'll do it. I really got turned on watching
you jack off and if you could do it in front of me then I can't see
why I shouldn't be able to do it for you, too. Do you want me to do
it right here and now."
"Uh, not necessarily, unless you just want to. It can be
anytime; I just had this fantasy about watching you make yourself
cum. I love watching other people masturbate themselves and I'd
love seeing you doing it to yourself - especially the part where
you suck your own nipple!"
"Oh, god, mother, just hearing you talk like this is making me
sopping wet. Please kiss me," Karen pleaded.
Closing the small gap between them, Janet leaned forward and
lightly pressed her lips to those of her daughter. The kiss started
chastely enough, but it wasn't a couple of seconds before Karen
took her mother's face in both of her hands and began kissing her
in earnest. She opened her mouth and drove her tongue forcefully
between her mother's lips and teeth and was met by her mother's
tongue. Karen was now sexed up to the extent that just kissing was
not satisfying her needs. Moving her mouth from Janet's lips but
still holding her head she began to kiss her neck. Extending her
wet tongue she began to bathe Janet's entire neck area with it and
moved up to her ears. Pushing the golden blond hair back she stuck
her tongue directly into the ear and began to use an in-and-out
fucking motion which made Janet shiver and cause the small hairs on
the back of her neck to rise.
Finished with one ear, Karen turned her mother's head to the
other side and attacked the other ear in the same fashion. When
that ear was drenched Karen began to use long lapping motions with
both her head and tongue the way a cat licks itself and started
licking her mother's entire face. Janet just sat, stunned at the
strength of her daughter's obvious arousal but was really
astonished when, her whole face now slick with Karen's sweet
smelling saliva, her daughter began to lick not only her eyes and
then her nose, but inserted her tongue right into her nose and used
the same fucking motion that she had used on her ears.
Janet couldn't believe how terribly erotic is was to have her
daughter running her tongue in and out of her nostrils. It was
something she had never felt before, nor even considered. Sensing
at this point that Karen was totally losing control of herself
Janet decided to try and slow things down. She firmly grasped her
by the shoulders and pushed her back away from herself gently,
looking at her.
"Oh, darling, you look absolutely smashing in that outfit. I
guess I forgot to tell you. It's very, uh . . . stimulating, I
guess, for want of a better word." Casting her eyes downward she
continued, "I especially like the way I can see your nipples
through that tight blouse."
Although she was now panting openly, Karen sensed the change of
pace and went along with it saying, "I noticed you've had a problem
looking me in the eye this evening."
"Well, you can't blame me, can you. It makes my own nipples hard
just looking at yours. I was glad to hear you say that no other
woman has ever sucked them -- I would be very, very jealous if they
had."
"You're the first and only one, mother."
"Are you going to let me do it to you again, dear?"
"All you want, mother, all you want." Karen slumped back into
the sofa cushions and began to unbutton her blouse. When she had it
down to the last three buttons she stopped and pulled it apart
without pulling it out of the skirt waist. Reaching in with her
hands she then brought both of her milk laden breasts out, their
dark hued skin tone contrasting sharply with the white blouse now
framing them."
Looking over at her mother's still spit-slick face she said,
"They're all yours, mother."
~Subject: STORY: The Visit - Part 5 (ff, mother/daughter)
~From: an91971@anon.penet.fi (alt.sex.stories)
STORY: The Visit - Part 5
As her daughter sat cupping a bare breast in each hand squeezing
them out to her, Janet just stared. Droplets of milk began to
appear at the end of Karen's long, turgid nipples as a result of
the pressure she was applying. The sight was almost overpoweringly
erotic. `This must be what men feel when looking at these kinds of
dirty pictures of women in those magazines,' she thought to
herself. `I can understand why they spend so much time locked up by
themselves jacking off.'
"Well, mother," Karen inquired in a soft, sexy voice, "are you
just going to sit there all night staring or are you going to suck
my nipples like you said you wanted to?"
Without saying anything, Janet scootched her buttocks up against
those of her daughter's and leaned forward. She wasn't playing
around this time and immediately opened her mouth wide and
encircled one of Karen's arrogantly swollen nipples with her lips.
No sooner had she applied even the lightest amount of suction to
the tit than a stream of milk flooded the insides of her mouth
forcing her to start swallowing. This action caused her to suck
more with the result that milk continued to flow. Soon she had set
up a rhythm with the motions of her lips and tongue while Karen
just sat there and moaned loudly.
After about a minute, Karen let go of her breasts and used her
hands to firmly push her mother away. "You've got to stop, mother,"
she said breathlessly, "or else I'm going to cum again and I don't
want to do it yet - not before I've made you come."
"Can't you cum more than once, dear -- can't you have multiple
orgasms?" Janet said, looking up at Karen questioningly.
"I don't know. I've never tried to. I'm so satisfied with one
that I've never felt the need to go on. And I'm usually too worn
out to even think about it."
"Well, we'll have to see about that, darling. Say -- wouldn't it
be more comfortable if we took the wine and went upstairs, huh?"
"Sure, mom -- that's a good idea. Let's do that."
Janet grabbed the bottle and glasses while Karen extinguished
the candles. Both women were so excited that it was like a mad rush
as they mounted the stairs together and headed for Karen's bedroom.
Once inside, Janet, who had entered first, turned to her daughter
and said, "Darling, can I ask you a another big favor?"
"Of course, mom."
"Do you have any clothespins in the house?"
"Well, yeah. I've got a bunch downstairs in the laundry room.
Why?"
Ignoring her daughter's inquisitiveness Janet simply said,
"Could I ask you to go down and grab a handful for me, please?"
"Sure, mother, but whatever for?"
Janet just smiled and said, "You'll see -- but for right now,
just go get them, OK?"
"Well -- OK," and Karen turned and left the bedroom heading
downstairs again. She had been gone about five minutes after having
finally found the clothespins in an old drawer by the washing
machine. When she reentered the room she was met with an unexpected
sight.
All the lights had been turned out with the exception of the
low-wattage bedstand lamp which cast barely enough light to read
by. And there, in the middle of the bed sitting propped up with
pillows behind her back and her long full legs spread wide with her
knees up, was her mother. Janet was now clad only in a bra and a
garter belt to which her nylons were still attached. She also still
had on the high heels, but she didn't have on any panties and the
bra cups were pulled down and positioned so that the puffy brown
areolae of both breasts with their long nipples rested in full view
on the upper edge of the each cup. As she looked up at Karen's
arrival she was furiously working the fingers of her right hand in
her glistening pink pussy, the swollen lips of which were being
held apart by the fingers on her other hand. The sight was made
more clearly visible because of the contrast effected by her wet
pussy being framed by the massive amount of long, black, curly
pubic hair which ran from her stomach to her ass.
After the inital surprise passed, Karen walked with a sexy sway
over to the side of the bed never once taking her eyes from those
of her mother's. Without breaking eye contact she deposited the
clothespins in her hand on the nightstand and remained standing
watching her mother play with herself.
"You really like to masturbate, don't you, mother?" Karen said.
"Yes, darling, I really do," Janet responded, looking up at
Karen.
"Tell me, do you also like to read dirty books or look at lewd
pictures while you play with yourself?"
"Uh, huh. But I'd rather watch a porno movie. What I really like
best is to masturbate while I'm watching someone else doing it and
they're watching me. How about you?"
"When I was in school we would sometimes see these dirty picture
books and I'd get secretly turned on. One time I actually got hold
of one and brought it home. It had the most fantastic pictures of
men and women fucking and doing all sorts of things. I only had it
for a day, but I did jerk off looking at the pictures. It felt so
dirty doing it that I never did it again."
"Well, dear, I like to do dirty things -- the dirtier the
better, sometimes," Janet avowed.
"Yeah, me too, now," Karen said huskily, "And that's why, right
now Mother -- I want to eat you." There! It was out. No going back
now. This was the ultimate act, frenching her mother's cunt with
her mouth, with her lips and tongue. But this is what she wanted
and there was no hesitation in her voice.
Her mother said in an equally hoarse voice, "I know dear. And I
want you to eat me. I want you to make me cum with your mouth. Oh,
christ, I'm so fucking sexed up. Come on, darling, do it!"
Karen was so focused on the movement of her mother's hand in her
cunt she didn't even consider disrobing; she was still fully
clothed although her blouse hung open as it had downstairs allowing
Janet to ogle her milk-swollen tits. She just moved down a little
at the side of the bed and dropped onto her knees with her arms at
her side as she looked deeply into her mother's eyes. Moving her
gaze to Janet's crotch she took in the sight and was surprised to
see how big her mother's clitoris was. Not like hers which was just
a little nub right below the juncture of her lips. Janet's was much
larger and looked for all the world like a little erect penis as
she moved it here and there with the index finger of her left hand,
obviously teasing Karen with the sight.
Karen dropped to her hands so that she was now on all fours and
moved forward between Janet's spread legs until her head was
positioned right above her mother's pussy. Wondering all the while
why she was doing it, but not caring, she slowly moved her tongue
around her mouth behind her closed lips until she had a good
mouthful of saliva. Then she slightly parted her full lips and let
the spit dribble slowly out in a continuous stream onto her
mother's gaping pussy. It took a few seconds for Karen to empty her
mouth of the saliva and as it hit her pussy and the fingers
frigging it, Janet rubbed it all around making herself that much
more wet.
Mouth now empty, Karen lowered her head until her lips were just
a fraction of an inch from contact with the object of her desires.
Janet now quit playing with herself and used both hands to grip her
cunt lips and spread them as wide as she could. Karen was
mesmerized by the sight of her mother's large clit standing
straight out from her pussy. As she watched, it appeared to jerk
and pulse all by itself. Balancing herself on her left hand she
moved back slightly while she reached into her blouse with her
right hand and pulled out her breast. She then gripped the nipple
as Janet had taught her and aimed it at her mother's pussy and
began to squeeze sending a spray of milk all over the area. When it
was thoroughly coated she let her breast drop and leaned forward
again with both arms on the outside of Janet's torso.
Ever so slowly Karen parted her lips and slid the tip of her
tongue out until she could just barely feel contact with the
moisture soaked clit. Then she flicked it up and down and then
sideways which caused Janet's body to react as if a shock had been
applied to it. The contact broken, Karen lowered her head and
reached with her tongue so that it lay flat against the bottom of
her mother's pussy where it began to open into her vagina. Then she
lapped upward with the tongue, very slowly. As it came into contact
with the base of Janet's clit she opened her mouth and sucked it
in. Once her mouth was closed over the hard flesh Karen immediately
began to lash it with her tongue while sucking in hard on the whole
area.
That's all it took. Suddenly Janet's legs came around Karen and
locked on her back below her shoulder blades as the peak of her
first orgasmic wave hit. Her hips levitated from the bed and then
froze as Janet rode out that wave, following which the powerful
orgasm caused her body to jerk with each succeeding spasm. As this
happened, Karen struggled to keep her mouth in contact with Janet's
clit, but wasn't totally successful and she finally drew back to a
kneeling position. Feeling the loss of contact, Janet immediately
began to once again frig herself rapidly with one hand as her
daughter watched her jack herself completely through the orgasm.
When Janet's body stopped its violent spasming and her hips dropped
back onto the mattress Karen again leaned forward. Knowing that her
mother's clit was most likely way too sensitive for direct touch,
but feeling she was drowning with unfulfilled lust, Karen began to
grind her entire face all over Janet's pussy, cheek to cheek and
forehead to chin, until it was completely covered with a mixture of
cum, her own breast milk and her own saliva. She then raised up
between her mother's splayed thighs and launched herself forward
onto Janet's torso with their heads coming to rest just inches
apart.
This time it was Janet's turn to return what her daughter had
done downstairs and she began to lap at her cheeks and forehead
with the flat of her tongue cleaning off the gooey mess. With
Karen's weight pressing uncomfortably, Janet rolled her body
sideways until both women lay side by side. She continued to lap
and lick her daughter's face until it was almost devoid of the
mixture, while savoring the aroma of their combined juices. Her
final act at this moment was a duplication of what Karen had done
to her earlier and she began to move the tip of her tongue in and
out of her daughter's nostrils, going further in each time until
she was virtually fucking Karen's nose with her tongue. For her
part, Karen continued to lay passively not being able to do
anything but moan at her mother's ministrations.
Janet finally ceased tonguing Karen's face and rolled her
daughter off of her and over onto her back. Both women remained
silent for many minutes until Janet sat up on the edge of the bed
to take a drink from her wine glass. Turning backwards to look at
her daughter she said, "Are you alright, dear?"
"Oh, mother, that was so wonderful. I just love to make you cum
-- yes, I'm OK, but I wish I had a cock so I could fuck you, too."
Janet didn't respond to this right away so Karen continued on,
"I never in the world believed sex could be like this -- never in
a thousand years." When Janet still didn't respond, she asked in a
mock-whining tone, "Are you not talking to me and want to just roll
over and go to sleep -- now that you've had yours -- or are you now
feeling guilty about having heavy sex with your own little girl?
You're feeling guilty, I'll bet."
Still not speaking, Janet reached out and picked up Karen's
glass and handed it to her. "Here -- down this! You're going to
need it." The tone in Janet's voice surprised Karen. It was still
husky and had that tense tone to it that Karen came to associate
with her mother's sexual arousal. Without hesitating Karen sat up
and downed the contents of the glass and set it down. Seeing this,
Janet got unsteadily to her feet and reached down to take her
daughter's hand.
"Come on, darling. It's your turn."
Even though she stood up and followed her mother toward the
master bath she was puzzled. She asked, "Where are we going, mom?"
"The other morning you said your favorite place was the
bathroom, didn't you?"
"Well, yes, but I . . ."
"Don't worry, dear. We're going to get to that, I promise. That
is, if you're going to ask what I think you're going to ask. You
want me to eat you, don't you?"
"Well, yes, I was hoping that . . ."
"And I'm going to -- believe me, I'm going to. But first I want
to do what you promised you would do for me, OK?"
By this time they were in the bathroom and both remained
standing, Karen facing away from her mother, not quite knowing what
to do.
"Now, dear, if you don't mind, I'd very much like to watch you
masturbate. Would you do that for me, huh?"
Karen felt a tinge of disappointment because she had hoped that
her mother would reciprocate her own act of cunnilingus, but she
also was aware of what she had told her mother about doing anything
she desired and had even specifically promised to masturbate in
front of her. So she quickly resigned herself to carrying out her
mother's wish. In a couple of seconds she had even convinced
herself that what she was about to do was going to be actually
exciting for at least two reasons. First, it would give her an
uninterrupted chance to bring herself to orgasm while she looked at
her mother's visually arousing body. And second, there was
something terribly lewd about being totally sexually uninhibited by
masturbating in front of her.
All of these thoughts raced through her mind as she turned and
said, "Of course, mother, I'd love to. How do you want me to do
it."
"Well, I'd like you to kind of pretend I'm not even here. Just
do what you normally would do when you're alone and you play with
yourself, OK."
"Sure, I'll try. But that'll be awfully hard to do because I
want to look at you while I'm doing it."
"I know. That's OK. Just go ahead and do what you want. I'll
just watch."
Karen then proceded to remove her blouse and skirt. Like her
mother, she wasn't wearing any panties, but as she started to reach
behind her to undo the garter belt Janet quickly said, "Uh,
darling. If you don't mind, please leave the rest of your stuff on.
You're such a sexy sight in your garter belt and hose and heels. Do
you mind?"
"Of course not, mom."
Standing again facing away from her mother, Karen remained
motionless for a few seconds as she thought about what she was
going to do. She then walked over to the toilet and raised the lid
and turning, sat down. She was about to open her thighs when a
sudden wave of embarrassment swept over her and she said, without
looking at Janet, "Oh, wow. I don't believe how embarrassed I feel
right now. I've never, ever done this before in front of anyone."
"You mean nobody has ever watched you masturbate yourself
before? Not even your own husband?"
"Richard's pretty much a straight arrow, mom. As loving as he
is, he just doesn't go in for anything out of the ordinary and I've
never pushed him because I've never really done anything weird
myself until now."
"Yeah, weird is right. But fun, huh?" Janet commented as she
moved over to Karen's side and sat herself on the edge of the
bathtub a couple of feet away.
"OK," Janet said, "I'm ready as soon as you are."
"Gosh, mother, I feel really funny about this -- I mean, jerking
off in front of my own mother."
"What's there to feel funny about, dear? You just ate my pussy.
This can't hold a candle to that!"
"I know, I know. But still, this is really embarrassing. I don't
know whether I can really do it or not."
"Well, I tell you what. If we can get you hot again, you'll do
it. I know you will. Would you like me to kiss you first? Maybe
while I'm kissing you, you can start fingering yourself. That way
you won't see me looking at you and maybe it won't be so
embarrassing, OK?"
"OK. Let's give it a try," Karen said.
Janet scooted a foot to her left until she was positioned at an
angle just oblique to Karen and where all she had to do was lean
forward to be able to kiss her. She did this without hesitation and
as their lips met, Karen closed her eyes and dropped her left hand
between her legs and tentatively inserted her fingers between her
still swollen labia. She was surprised to find that her entire cunt
area was still engorged and fully wet as she found her clitoris and
began to gently fondle it from the side. With the familiar feel of
her own fingers on her clit and her mother's lips and tongue
working away at her mouth, it was only a matter of moments until
she was once again inflamed with the lust that had driven her to do
and say the things she just recently had.
As her excitement mounted with the continued manipulation of her
pussy, she opened her eyes only to discover that her mother's eyes
were also half open looking at her and the lust in them was plainly
evident. This further aroused her to the point where she drew away
from Janet and sat straight upright on the toilet seat. Janet also
pulled back and put both hands to her sides on the flat of the tub
edge and just looked at Karen lovingly.
"God, you're a sexy sight, darling. You ought to see how really
sexy you look right now, sitting there playing with yourself."
Her mother's reassuring words provided additional incentive so
that Karen spread her full thighs even wider apart and lowered her
right hand to her groin and used the fingers to spread her pussy
lips apart while her left hand continued to diddle her clitoris.
"And you smell heavenly. The combination of your cunt and
perfume is absolutely heavenly."
Karen continued to stare straight ahead as she played with
herself, not daring to look over at her mother. She was now fully
aroused and didn't want to take the chance of breaking the spell by
making even the slightest movement with her head. As she continued
on she gradually let her eyes close until they were shut. At that
point, however, the old image of her mother from so long ago
appeared as if by magic. She quickly open her eyes and turned her
head to Janet and came face to face with almost the same image.
Janet look straight into her eyes and, it seemed, into her soul.
"Karen, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever known. I
love you so much, darling. I never knew that sex with another woman
could be this lovely. It's awsome -- and with my own daughter. It
takes my breath away."
Hearing these loving words from her mother filled Karen with an
emotion she had only had a hint of in the past few days. Now it was
almost overpowering. There seemed to be no way in the world that
she could express how she felt at this moment. It was a combination
of the utmost deep love coupled with an unparalleled depth of total
lust and lewdness. Nothing in her past experience came anywhere
close to this feeling.
The headiness of her emotions drove Karen to both widen her legs
and quicken the motion of her hand and she continued masturbating
until it seemed she couldn't breathe. Then she had to stop, both
from being breathless and because her arm was starting to tire.
As she sat still a few moments but continued to look into her
mother's eyes she said, "And I love you, too, mother. There's no
way I can tell you how much." She then resumed her hand movements,
but let go of her labia with her right hand and raised it to her
right breast cupping its heavy weight in her palm. As she lifted it
and let it drop a few times she continued to squeeze and soon the
tip of her nipple showed evidence of the milk contained inside as
a few drops appeared and slowly rolled down the underside of her
tit. Then she grasped the very end of her nipple and softly twisted
it, rolling it back and forth between thumb and forefinger.
Finally, she once again grasped it from beneath and, tilting her
head downward, brought the nipple to her lips and began to mouth
it. The pressure of the breast being forced upward along with her
gentle sucking now created a steady stream of milk. Since she
wasn't really sucking the nipple and areola into her mouth, but
rather just manipulating it with her lips the milk began to
immediately dribble out and down her chin, some of it continuing to
her throat while the rest dropped off to fall on the compacted skin
of her upper breast.
This was almost too much for her, but at the same time wasn't
enough and she felt a faint vacancy in her body that she couldn't
identify. In an instant she knew exactly what she wanted and moved
herself forward on the toilet seat as far as she could while still
keeping her hand between her thighs.
Taking her mouth from her nipple without releasing her hold on
her breast Karen looked over at Janet who was mesmerized at the
sight of her daughter's shamelessly abandoned behavior. With
flushed face and chest and swollen lips she said breathlessly,
"Mother, I know you just want to watch, but I need for you to do
something for me .
Subject: The Visit - Part 6 (f/f, mother/daughter)
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STORY: The Visit - Part 6
Janet preceded her daughter back into the bedroom, went to the
bed and pulled back the covers and sheets. She then went around to
the far side of the bed and picked up the champagne bottle and
poured her glass to the brim following which she downed the entire
glass in one swallow.
"Wow, I got thirsty in there. You want some, dear?"
"Sure," Karen said, seating herself on the other side of the
bed. She picked up her own glass from the nightstand and held it
out to Janet who filled it. Putting the glass the her lips she
happened to glance down at the nightstand and noticed the four
clothespins she had retrieved earlier at her mother's request.
After taking a sip of the wine she turned to Janet and asked, "What
did you want those clothespins for, mother?"
After a slight pause Janet said, "I'll show you in just a bit
dear. I want to take a breather for a minute, OK?"
"Can't you just tell me what they're for. You don't have to show
me."
"Well, sure, I guess. Uh, what I'm about to tell you, you might
not like about me, but I want you to promise that you won't be
judgemental, alright?"
"Mother," Karen said in somewhat of an exasperated tone, "how
could I be judgemental? Huh? After all this?"
"I know dear, but there are some things about me that you don't
know yet and might find a little strange - things that I like that
you might not find quite as appetizing as I do."
"Come on, mother," Karen chided, "I love you. It can't be all
that bad."
"Yeah, well, I don't think it's so bad, but when I was your age
if someone told me what I'm about to tell you I'd have thought they
were real perverts."
When Karen didn't say anything, but just continued to look at
her quizically, Janet continued, "Anyway, over the years I've come
to discover that, uh, I find a certain amount of what most people
would call pain to be quite pleasurable, I guess you'd say."
Seeing the startled look on her daughter's face Janet hurried on
with "But I'm not into the really heavy stuff where people get hurt
or injured."
"What then?" Karen asked frowning, not sure she liked what she
was hearing.
"Haven't you ever got so hot sometimes with your husband that he
sometimes bites you or slaps your ass - or you do it to him?"
"Well, sure, but that's not really painful."
"It's pretty much the same thing, dear, except I don't like to
be bitten although I do like to have my ass slapped now and then -
there's nothing that warms me up like a good spanking. I also enjoy
the sensation of having these clothespins on certain parts of my
body, especially my nipples."
"Your kidding, mom." Karen exclaimed.
"No, Karen, I'm not," Janet said seriously. "I really enjoy the
sensation. In me, at least, there seems to be a direct line from my
nipples to my cunt and I find the pain from the clothespins a real
turn on. But just because I happen to like it doesn't mean I expect
you to so don't worry about it, please."
"OK. I won't. Do you want to do that now?"
"Sure, why not. They're not much and they don't get in the way.
If you would, why don't you reach over there and get them for me."
As Karen stretched herself across the bed to retrieve the
clothespins from the nightstand Janet ran her free hand along her
daughter's outstretched body from her raised hip to the side of her
breast remarking, "You sure are a beautiful young woman, Karen. I
feel so fortunate to have you for a lover, even if you are my own
daughter."
"I know, mother, I feel the same way. Here," Karen said softly
as she tried to give the pins to her mother.
As she took another sip of her wine Janet continued to caress
Karen's breast saying, "Would you do me a favor and put them on for
me, dear. It's always more exciting when someone else applies them
rather than doing it myself."
"Sure, I guess. How do I do it? And why do you need four of
them?"
"I'll tell you how. First take one clothespin in your right hand
and grip the tip of my nipple with your left and pull it out."
Karen did as instructed and Janet continued, "Go ahead, really pull
it out, stretch it -that's it - now place the pin sideways over the
back of my nipple as far back as it'll go - yeah, right there next
to the areola and gently let it clamp down. Right, go ahead, dear."
As Karen released the pressure on the clothespin she looked up
into her mother's face and saw her close her eyes in a grimace
which, however, quickly turned to an expression of arousal.
"Oh, god, that feels good," Janet breathed. "Now do the other
tit the same way, Karen."
Her daughter did as told with the same results. When she looked
down again at Janet's breasts both nipples had swollen up beyond
belief and had turned an almost bright red.
"Now the other two, darling. And don't worry so much. You're not
going to injure me. Believe me, the feeling is exquisite.
"Take another clothespin and this time clamp it on straight from
the front so that it's pinned right on the tip of my nipple, OK?"
Karen did just as her mother asked which caused Janet to emit a
low grumbling moan and hunch her shoulders forward. Karen then took
the other clothespin, but instead of applying it immediately she
said to her mother, "Does it feel good too if someone pinches and
twists your nipples really hard?"
"Yeah, that feels good too, but the sensation is different."
Karen then reached a hand forward and grasped the exposed
swollen nipple still lacking the second clothespin and gently, but
steadily, applied increasing pressure to it and began to twist it.
At the same time she closely watched her mother's face and was
amazed that no matter how hard she seemed to be squeezing and
turning the nipple in her fingers her mother only moaned with what
appeared to be sensual bliss.
"Doesn't that hurt, mom?" Karen asked, amazed.
"Oh, yesssss, it hurts. You do that so well, darling. The secret
is to start gently and increase the pressure slowly - not just all
at once."
Then Karen suddenly let go of the nipple, leaned forward and
flicked her warm wet tongue rapidly all around it covering it with
spit before clamping the clothespin to it, again causing her mother
to wince.
"Oh, christ, that's almost enough to make me come," Janet
intoned as she appeared to be totally immersed in the sensations
coursing through her body. All Karen could do was settle back and
take in the scene in wonderment.
As Janet sat on the edge of the bed with her daughter next to
her she leaned back on one hand and arm and moved the other between
her legs and began to run her middle finger up and down her slick
pussy slit.
"This is too good to pass up, dear," Janet said, "you don't mind
if I jack myself off, do you. It won't take long - and then I'll do
you like you want, OK?"
"No, mother, I don't mind. You ought to know by now that I love
to watch you masturbate. But don't wear yourself out. And if
there's anything you want me to do just tell me, will you?"
For a few seconds Janet remained silent as she pleasured
herself, but then said in a husky voice, "Yes - there is something
you can do for me if you would. When I come - right at the height
of the first spasm - slap me in the face - really hard, OK?"
"Really hard?" Karen asked, surprised.
"Yes - really hard," Janet grunted.
Karen rose from the bed and stood directly in front of her
mother with her legs spread and her hands on her hips quietly
looking down at her mother masturbating and waiting for the moment
to arrive. She was aroused enough at this point watching Janet that
she would have wrung her neck if that's what she wanted. She also
couldn't believe that she wasn't having any qualms about slapping
her mother in the face.
As Janet approached climax she raised her face to her daughter
with an almost pleading expression. 'What an amazing sight,' Karen
thought, 'my own mother, nipples painfully clamped, masturbating in
front of me and waiting for me to slap her face when she comes.
It's totally bizarre, but a tremedous turn-on!"
"Tell me when," she commanded to which Janet rejoined
breathlessly, "yeah, I'll tell you when - soon - very soon . . ."
"Jesus, mother, you make me so hot doing this. Come on! Cum for
me. Do it!"
"It's almost there," Janet hissed, her hand a blur between her
legs and her breasts jiggling as her body quivered, straining with
the climactic effort.
"Here it cums, darling. Get ready. It's - yes - oh, shit, oh
yesss! It's cumming - just - now. Do it now, oh please. Hit me!"
At just the point where Karen saw her mother's body go rigid she
reared back and brought the open palm of her right hand
resoundingly across Janet's cheek knocking her onto her side on the
bed. This didn't deter her in the least as she continued to jerk
her cunt while she writhed in the waves of the orgasm.
As she came down, Janet flopped backwards on the bed sobbing,
causing Karen to quickly mount the bed position herself on her
knees next to her mother.
"Are you OK mom?" Karen was mortified at the thought that she
might have done real damage to her mother.
"Oh, darling, my darling little girl, that was so beautiful.
Thank you so much," Janet panted, trying to get her breath back.
"Yes - I'm just fine. Here, dear - take these clothespins off, will
you. But watch out - do it very slowly and gently. They hurt just
as much coming off as they do going on."
Karen began to remove the wooden clamps as her mother
instructed, but they still caused obvious pain as Janet winced and
grimaced as each one came off. When all four where finally off
Janet raised her arms and grabbed Karen to her, kissing her deeply
on the mouth.
As the two of them fell apart Janet said, "Come on, now, dear.
It's your turn again. Are you ready for it? For what I know you
want?"
"I sure am - if you are," Karen said as she moved herself toward
the head of the bed, taking the pillows and mounding them so when
she was settled she was almost half sitting up.
"Why don't you just lie flat back, Karen. Wouldn't you be more
comfortable that way?"
With a sly grin on her face Karen said, "No - I want to watch,
too."
When Janet still remained in her reclining position Karen
finally asked, "Well . . . I'm waiting. Whenever you're ready,
mother."
"I'm ready too, dear. I'm just waiting for you to tell me what
you want me to do."
"You know what I want," Karen said hoarsely as she looked deeply
into her mother's eye.
"Of course I know," Janet rejoined, holding her daughter's eyes
with her own, "but I want to hear you say it. And I want you tell
me what you want in the most lewd and filthy language you can. You
know, the stuff I would have washed your mouth out with soap for if
when you were younger."
Karen felt her face start to redden and her pulse quicken as she
said, "I want you to eat my cunt, mother. I want you to french my
cunt with your mouth - with your lips and tongue, until I cum. And
while you're doing that with your mouth I also want you to play
with my pussy - stick your fingers in me."
Hearing herself say these things to her mother sounded like they
were coming from another person, but the effect was the same; she
felt she was becoming almost viciously aroused, but she couldn't
stop herself as she continued, "Oh yeah, and I also want you to
finger fuck me in the ass, too. And while you're doing that I'm
going to play with my own tits while I watch you do it."
As Karen hesitated in listing her desires, Janet began to
position herself for the coming task by lowering her head toward
Karen's crotch, but was brought up short when her daughter
interjected in a commanding voice, "But before you start eating me,
first I want you to kiss my legs - both of them - all over. Use
your tongue on them. Get them good and wet, from ankle to knee and
then work your way up my thighs until you get to my cunt!"
Getting to her knees Janet asked, "Don't you want to take off
your nylons, darling?"
"No," Karen said harshly, "I want you to lick my legs with them
on."
When Janet hesitated, Karen put a hand to her shoulder and
demanded, "Come on, just do it, for god's sake. Lick my legs - it
turns me on."
Janet lifted one of Karen's nylon encased legs by the ankles and
began to run her tongue about the ankle and then slowly higher,
twisting and turning her head as she attempted to cover every inch.
As she did this Karen just watched her silently as she lightly
caressed both her breasts with the her fingertips. When Janet
reached the knee of one leg she was tempted to just dive into her
daughter's pussy and get on with it, but as she glanced at Karen
something about her expression made her lower that leg and lift the
other one, giving it the same treatment. When she had worked her
mouth to the point where it reached the stocking top and touched
bare skin it caused Karen to jerk and bring her knees together on
each side of Janet's head. Gently but forcefully Janet used her
hands to part Karen's thighs as she stuck out her tongue and ran it
in a series of loops every upwards toward her daughter's swollen
open pussy.
Janet circled Karen's pussy with her lips and tongue without
actually touching the turgid wet inner flesh. Putting her hands
under Karen's buttocks and grasping a cheek in each hand she
prompted Karen to raise her hips thereby affording a wide open path
which Janet followed directly to Karen's rectum. Sticking out her
moist tongue and flexing it into a hard point she then began to
work around Karen's asshole until she finally penetrated the
sphincter causing her to emit a long low animal growl.
When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her tongue with
a finger, slowly inserting it bit by bit while twisting and turning
it. As she did so she could feel Karen's asshole alternately
tighten and relax in gentle spasms. As she did this she allowed
Karen's hip to lower until they were back in contact with the bed
at which point she took one leg and pushed it into the air,
spreading Karen's thighs as wide as she could. She then wasted no
time
When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her tongue with
a finger, finger, slowly inserting it bit by bit while twisting and
turning it. As sh she did so she could feel Karen's asshole
alternately tighten and relax in in gentle spasms. As she did this
she allowed Karen's hip to lower until th they were back in contact
with the bed at which point she took one leg and and pushed it into
the air, spreading Karen's thighs as wide as she could. could. She
wasted no time in finding her daughter's erect clitoris and began
to suck on it between her lips while flicking it with the tip of
her tongue.
As her mother worked on her Karen grew ever more excited until
she felt she was almost on the verge of swooning. Her breathing was
heavy, ragged and uneven and she felt feverish. As Janet continued
to worry her clit Karen ceased the gentle caressing she was giving
her breasts and began to squeeze them forcefully finally grasping
both engorged nipples and twisting hard creating a myriad of thin
jets of milk which seemed to fly off in many different directions.
Just then her mother began to force another finger beside the
original one into her ass and that with the strong sensation
generated by her mouth at her cunt Karen felt herself being lifted
off like a rocket into space as her whole being began to shake and
quiver with the rapid swell toward the peak of orgasm.
It hit her more forcefully than anything she had ever
experienced before and seemed to hold there forever until she felt
that every muscle in her body was in the jaws of a vice and she was
powerless to utter even a faint sound. Then the spasm released and
with it her weight dropped only to be followed by another spasm and
another and another until they started to weaken. Releasing her
breasts and flopping her arms out to her sigh she cried, "Mother -
stop, please. I can't take anymore," and she rolled to one side in
an attempt to rid herself of the mouth glued to her cunt.
Janet then raised her head and at the same time withdrew her
fingers from her daughter's asshole which caused Karen to
reflexively jerk once more after which she lay almost frightening
still in total exhaustion. Neither woman said a word as Janet moved
herself around so that she lay alongside Karen, gently cradling her
in her arms with her head resting on her abundant, milk-wet
breasts. Both women remained in that position and fell asleep.
Subject: STORY: The Visit - Part 7 (f/f, mother/daughter)
From: an121264@anon.penet.fi
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The Visit - Part 7
Following that fateful evening where all barriers had been
breached between mother and daughter, Janet and Karen continued to
lead a life of fulfillment in each other that neither could
possibly have ever imagined.
Time passed quickly with days turning into weeks. The mundane
chores of everyday living now seemed to take on an aura of joy as
both women helped and supported one another. Their lovemaking was
the basis for their blooming relationship and the sessions were
many and spontaneous. At first, shyness limited displays of
affection to the home scene, but as time passed the overwhelming
need to shower each other with physical reassurances of their
fondness for each other expanded their boundaries.
In the beginning it was simply holding hands when they took the
baby for a stroll in the neighborhood park. The light kisses on the
cheek in the car turned into extended french kisses with no heed to
the general public passing by. Downtown shopping at Carson's one
day while Janet was trying on a new dress in the changing room
Karen suddenly barged in and stripped Janet completely. While fully
dressed herself, Karen then proceded to french off her mother while
she masturbated herself with a hand thrust under her own dress.
Their sometimes daring exploits only seemed to fuel their desire
and each night was filled with long, blissful physical and
emotional coupling.
From time to time Karen would receive letters from her husband,
but her relationship with her mother precluded everything else in
her life. When she answered the letters it was no longer with
loving thought, but rather just a chore to be accomplished and she
lost track of her emotional attachment to her marriage. The
pressing need she had felt when Harold had left for him to be
present at some of the precious times in their daughter's young
life were now all but forgotten. And when they occured she didn't
seem to care whether he would be there for the little one's first
word or first step.
One letter did arrive which had a temporarily profound affect
upon her. Harold had written her that because of the tense Middle
East and East African crises he had been asked to volunteer for and
had agreed to an additional six months overseas duty. Upon reading
this news Karen was startled to realize that she was filled with
joy. That meant she would have that much more time with her mother.
The horizon seemed limitless then, but she was aware of a subtle
sense of guilt about being glad her husband would be away for so
long. The reality of the here and now managed to take hold in a
very short time and she soon forgot about her husband and returned
to being engrossed with her mother.
For Janet, the news of Harold's extended absence made her feel
uneasy. What had started out as a simple, however complex, affair
with her daughter was heading in directions she was not sure would
prove emotionally beneficial for either of them. She remained
silent, however, because she too had been so strongly drawn to the
relationship that she wasn't prepared to risk turning its direction
even in the slightest.
Near the end of the third month the point finally arrived,
however, where Janet's more widely developed hedonistic appetite
began to crave some of the more bizarre experiences she had become
accustomed to over the years, but which were new and shocking to
Karen. They had repeated a number of times the use of the
clothespins, but Karen didn't seem to be impressed one way or the
other; she didn't protest, but neither did she seem interested in
pursuing it for herself as Janet had hoped. During one particularly
wild lovemaking session when both women were in an extremely
licenscious mood Janet managed to talk Karen into clothespinning
themselves together by their nipples and then masturbating each
other while they kissed. It had proved immensely satisfying for
both of them. She thought at that juncture that that might have
gotten Karen a little more interested in exploring the area, but
when she next tried to bring the subject up Karen had again resumed
her nonchalant attitude toward it.
One evening while reminiscing before the fireplace Janet had
gotten so caught up in her memories that she worked herself into a
mental frenzy to such an extent that she practically begged Karen
to give her a spanking. It was obvious from her daughter's response
that she would do it, but really didn't want to and Janet was smart
enough to realize then that forcing the issue might somehow alter
what they had together sexually in a negative manner. So she backed
out, but Janet's fantasyies that night while making love with Karen
turned for once away from her and toward a more exciting, forbidden
realm.
As the relationship entered its fourth idyllic month Janet
received a call one day that was to prove fateful for both women.
It seemed that a couple she had known in California for many years
and with whom she had had an extended sexual relationship, both
individually and as a couple, had relocated to Chicago. Janet an
the couple had all been members of a popular BDSM club in Los
Angeles. In addition to the regular club activities, the three of
them met together to try out various BDSM techniques and activities
and had remained friends for a number of years until the couple had
moved to the midwest. When the couple, Tom and Shelley Krispin, had
tried to reach Janet back in California just recently their mutual
contact there had given them Karen's Chicago phone number and they
called. It was not time at all before a dinner date had been
arranged and the couple was invited to Karen's home.
That evening went smoothly enough owing to the fact that Janet
had surreptitiously called them back before the dinner to warn them
off of any mention of their previous relationship in California.
For her part, Karen was delighted that her mother had found friends
here in Chicago, but soon developed a slight tinge of jealousy that
Janet's involvement with them would take time out of her
relationship with her mother. This was to prove true and is what
eventually transpired.
The week following the initial dinner engagement, Tom and
Shelley had reciprocated and invited Janet and Karen to come to
their house for an evening. Since Karen felt it would be an
imposition on everyone to have to drag the baby along and really
didn't feel at ease with hiring a sitter, she insisted that her
mother go by herself. Janet did and it altered everything in their
lives from that point on.
It wasn't minutes following Janet's arrival at Tom and Shelley's
that drinks had been poured and consumed and the three of them
found themselves once more involved in the games which in the past
had been so mutually fulfilling. Unbeknownst to Janet, sometime
during the evening in the throes of passion, either Tom or Shelley
had been just a little too rough with a riding crop and had left
some marks on Janet's ass and upper thighs. Luckily for her she
had discovered them herself in the mirror the first thing the
morning after before Karen had a chance to find them. There
certainly would have been no reasonable explanation for a number of
crisscrossing red welts on that area of the body.
It was all Janet could do for a week to be sure Karen would not
be able to find them. For days in a row she either pleaded sickness
or insisted that their lovemaking be carried out under mostly
darkened conditions where disclosure wouldn't be possible. After
about a week the marks were completely gone and some semblance of
their normal physical activity resumed, but it was never to be the
same again.
For the next couple of months Janet kept up her weekly visits to
the Krispin's home and was always careful to not let herself be
marked in any way which arouse Karen's suspicions. Eventually, she
had to disclose to Tom and Shelley her situation vis a vis Karen
and they were most supportive; they even tendered a gentle
suggestion that Karen was welcome to join their festivities if she
cared to. Janet made the polite apologies as it was obvious that
this was definitely not Karen's "thing."
Into the seventh month Karen received an invitation from an old
school friend to spend an evening on the town. They planned to go
downtown and have dinner and then to a show and then maybe even up
to Rush Street to see the late night sights. Karen was excited
about this and begged Janet to please stay home and watch they
baby. Janet readily agreed and suggested that it might be an
opportune to have the Krispins over for the evening. And so it was
arranged.
That evening Karen left the house about 4:30 in order to meet
her friend downtown at a chinese restaurant. The Krispins showed up
for their visit with Janet around six and by seven they and Janet
had consumed enough alcohol that they had lost most of their
inhibitions. Janet had originally considered it too risky to try
and do anything at this location. But as the evening progressed and
the three reminisced about the good times past and recent they all
became libidinous and mutual desire overcame caution. Thus they
headed for the bedroom to indulge their lust sure of the fact that
Karen was gone until at least midnight.
They never heard Karen enter the house at 8:30 or climb the
stairs although she took no pains to conceal her presence; she was
more than happy to be home early and anticipated seeing the
Krispins again followed by another wonderful evening of lovemaking
with her mother. She had indeed met her old school chum as planned,
but during dinner the woman had become sick to her stomach and felt
she should go home rather than spoil the rest of the evening for
both of them. It had taken Janet about another hour to make it
home.
Surprised at finding the lights on downstairs but no one around
she hung up her coat, dropped her purse on the table and headed
upstairs to check on the baby. As she headed toward the nursery at
the end of the hall she passed Janet's bedroom. The door was
slightly ajar so she stopped and pushed it all the way open
expecting to find Janet in bed.
She was dumbstruck at the sight that met her eyes in the dim
candlelight. The first thing she was aware of was her mother,
completely naked on her knees with her arms raised and out to her
sides tied to each of the end posts of the bed. To her left stood
Shelley Krispin dressed in the most whorish outfit Karen had ever
laid eyes on. Her auburn hair was piled high on her head and she
wore a black leather collar around her neck. The black bra that
encased her medium sized breasts had the centers cut out of each
cup allowing the nipple of each breast to jut through. She also had
on a black garter belt from which were suspended black mesh hose
from mid-thigh down ending in what looked like impossibly high
heeled black pumps. In her hand she held what appeared to be about
a two-foot length of garden hose. Tom, her husband was kneeling on
the bed directly in front of Janet and Karen could finally make out
that he was clad only in what seemed to be black leather briefs
from which protruded a large and very hard penis, most of which was
imbedded in her mother's mouth and which she was sucking with
obvious relish.
Janet had her back to the door so was unaware of Karen's
entrance, but Tom and Shelley immediately saw her and froze; the
only movement in the room now was Janet's head as she continued to
blissfully felate the rigid cock poking into her face. It was the
most obscene sight that Karen had ever seen in her life. As she
looked down at her mother's buttocks she noticed that they were red
from some form of beating but were not bruised nor was the skin
broken.
Everything was frozen in time until something finally snapped in
Karen. It seemed that her whole life just exploded and poured from
her wide open mouth as she yelled, "Mother, what in god's name IS
this?" at which Janet quickly spit out the cock invading her mouth
and yanked her head around seeing Karen for the first time. She
seemed to brighten at seeing her daughter and she smiled invitingly
as she said in her husky arousal laden voice, "Hello, darling - why
don't you come in and join us?"
Subject: The Visit - Part 8 (f/f, mother/daughter)
From: an121264@anon.penet.fi
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The Visit - Part 8
After another few moments of stoney silence Karen, full now of
hate, guilt, remorse and, most of all an overpowering jealous rage,
growled, "Get out - both of you," pointing an outstretched finger
at first Shelley and then Tom. "Go on! Right now - get the hell out
of here and don't ever come back!"
Janet started to intervene by pleading, "Karen, darling, it's
not what you think - " but Karen became even more vehement, her
voice now rising in both volumn and pitch. "You two! I said get the
fuck out of here. Now! Pick up and just leave."
Something in Karen's voice left no room for negotiation and Tom
looked at his wife and just shrugged. Then he leaned forward and
attempted to plant a light parting kiss to Janet's cheek, but she
averted her head and avoided it. Finally he climbed down from the
bed and retrieved his clothes from a chair against the wall as his
wife did the same. Without another word they both hastily moved
past Karen and out the door and down the stairs.
Karen didn't move at all until she heard the front door open and
close. Then she walked over to her mother's side and looked down at
her with an expression of unbridled scorn as her eyes began to well
with tears born of deep hurt, jealousy, frustration and utter
betrayal. For the longest time she couldn't bring herself to move
as myriad emotions staged what seemed like a life and death
struggle inside her.
As she raised her head and surveyed the dimly lit room her eyes
came to rest on the various objects strewn about on the bedspread.
As she took them in she felt like she was staring at a complete
layout of an adult toy catalog. Mostly there were a number of
various types of whips and dildoes along with handcuffs, rope and
a couple of other shackling devices. There were also the ubiquitous
clothespins and smaller objects that looked like long metal clamps
with teeth in them. For Karen it was an unbelievable sight and it
confounded her. She knew her mother was into pain, but she had no
idea that she would go to these lengths.
Acting as if driven by some outer force she finally leaned over
and grabbed the largest dildo on the bed. It seemed humongous to
her. As she gazed at it in her hand she heard her mother say,
"Darling, won't you please untie me and let's talk about this -
please."
Her voice now icy cold and unemotional Karen said, still staring
at the dildo, "Why, mother? Why should I untie you? This is what
you want, isn't it. This is what you've wanted all along. This is
what you've wanted from me and I wouldn't give it to you so you got
it elsewhere because you just had to have it. You're sick, mother,
do you know that - you're sick.
After catching her breath she continued in the same cold manner,
"Well, mother, your going to get your wish. I'm going to give you
just what you want."
Janet was now becoming increasingly frightened by Karen's
strange tone of voice, one which she had never heard before and she
began begging, "Please, dearest - just untie me and let's talk this
through. When we've both cooled down a little you'll begin to see
this for what it really is."
"You don't think I know what this is, huh? DO YOU THINK I'M
STUPID??" she shouted. "Well, it's pretty obvious to me what all
this is about, mommy dearest. I've let you down and wouldn't
satisfy your desires. Well that's going to change right now. I'm
about to give you everything you could possibly ever have dreamed
of. You're - going - to - just - love - it," she ended
sarcastically, biting off each word.
Turning on her heel and walking to a position in back of her
mother, Karen grasped the base end of the dildo firmly in one hand
and leaned over. "Spread your legs further open. Now!"
"Please, Karen, can't we just talk about this?" her mother
pleaded once again.
"You won't spread, is that it? OK - then you'll just have to
take it this way."
With her free hand she inserted a finger between her mother's
asscheeks and quickly found the anal opening. She then directed the
end of the dildo to the position and without warning jammed it
roughly forward. As if her rectum had already been prepared for it,
the dildo didn't meet much resistance at first which prompted Karen
to keep pushing on it until it was sunk up to its entire length in
Janet's asshole. This caused a cry of real pain from her mother,
but Karen appeared to be quite unconcerned.
"Feel good, does it, mother? I'm glad your enjoying it because
this is only the beginning." With tears running down her cheeks and
an expression of true distress on her face Janet turned to her
daughter and said, "Oh, please, Karen . . ."
"No need to be polite now, is there, mother. You're getting what
you want - and deserve. Now - let's see here," Karen said as she
eyed the objects on the bed. "We have a real assortment. These
things look really interesting." She picked up a couple of the
metal alligator clips and opened and closed the jaws between her
fingers. "I wonder what these are used for? Clothespins not enough,
eh. Now we're into metal teeth. I bet these really feel good."
Her face drawn with bitterness, she knelt down beside her mother
and roughly grabbed on of her breasts by the nipple and pulled it
out to the side causing Janet to once more cry out in pain as her
nipple was stretched to its limit. "Let's see how this feels,"
Karen said capriciously as she placed the large metal clip to the
nipple and let go. Janet's body now began to struggle against the
combined pain of the clip and that of the dildo invading her rectum
and she fought vainly to free her wrists from the bedposts.
Very slowly and deliberately Karen picked up another alligator
clip and walked around behind Janet and affixed it to her other
nipple. "Please, darling . . ." Janet begged, but the only response
from her daughter was a resounding slap across the face.
"There. That's what you like, right? Well, you're getting it.
Now stop whining and enjoy it, you fucking slut - you whorish dyke
bitch." After a pause to consider, Karen mused wryly, "Hmmmm, let's
see. What should we do next. Maybe we should blindfold you and put
a gag in your mouth. But no - I want you to see what's going on and
I really want to here you scream." The thought of her mother
screaming suddenly reminded Karen that she hadn't yet looked in on
the baby.
"Wait here, bitch, while I check on your granddaughter - not
that you're going anywhere" Checking to make sure Karen was
securely bound Karen then departed the room for the nursery leaving
Janet on her knees hanging from the bedposts and sobbing
hysterically. When she returned five minutes later her footsteps
sounded to Janet as if she were even more determined than before.
Karen walked over to the side of the bed within Janet's view and
looked squarely at her.
"Well, I'm new to this and don't have the obvious subtlety of
your years of experience so I'm just boing to have to do what comes
to mind and I can't think of anything else now except a good sound
whipping."
"Karen . . ." her mother sobbed.
"Don't Karen me, you filthy slut. Quit your sniveling," Karen
retorted viciously, "This is what you wanted and this is what
you're going to get so stop acting like a baby." Looking again at
the array of whips and paddles on the bed her eyes came to rest on
a particularly mean looking instrument. It had a black leather
wrapped handle about a foot long from which trailed a number of
thin black leather strips, each of which was knotted at the end.
"I think this looks approriate. What do you think, mother," she
said cheerfully as she picked up the whip. As Janet saw what she
was referring to a look of real fear crossed her face which caused
Karen to remark, "Ahhh, I can see you're at least familiar with
this, huh. Good. I think it's appropriate for the situation. It's
called a cat-o-nine-tails isn't it. Except that this cat appears to
have a few more than nine tails."
Suddenly Karen raised her arm with the whip high over her head
and brought it down with a resound crack of the bedspread. "Yes
indeed. This will do very nicely."
Eyes wide with fright, Janet followed her daughter as Karen
slowly walked to position herself to one side of her. "Now," she
intoned, "for all your sins mother, you are about to receive the
punishment you deserve and have waited so long for. Say your
prayers!" And with that, Karen reared back and brought the whip
down with all the force she could muster at an angle across her
mother's jutting ass cheeks. The whip made a loud "pflattt" sound
as it met Janet's flesh. The pain was like nothing Janet had ever
before experienced. It seared through her whole body and caused it
to jerk as if high voltage had been applied and the howl which left
her throat half deafened both of them. Karen left no room for Janet
to even begin to recover as she once more brought the whip down on
her mother's ass. Again Janet screamed as if to wake the world.
Karen hesitated and looked down at her handiwork. The two lashes
had left a wealth of angry red trails traversing both of Janet's
buttocks from her waist to her upper thighs. Before Karen's eyes
the marks from the second lash began to swell and form ugly welts
some of which began to bleed, the blood appearing in places and
slowly trickling downward, mingling with the residue of the first
lash.
Suddenly everything collapsed in Karen in a flash; in a moment
of crystal clarity and she knew it was all over. She began to sob
uncontrollably as she stepped forward and undid the bindings
holding her mother's wrists. Janet, surprised at the sudden change,
looked up at Karen and managed to say, "Oh, Karen . . ." before she
was cut off with, "Just shut up mother. I want you to leave this
house and never, ever come back again. I never want to see or hear
from you again, ever."
Karen then dropped the whip and fell to her knees, covering her
face as she continued to cry. Janet got shakily to her feet, her
knees wobbly from having been in the kneeling position for so long
and approached her daughter. With one hand she rubbed her now
swollen posterior smearing blood all over and with the other
reached out and laid it on Karen's shoulders. No sooner had she
done so than Karen visciously knocked it away and snarled, "GET OUT
- NOW! I hate you. I never want to ever lay eyes on you again. Get
your things and leave."
Resigned to the moment, Janet proceded to leave the room at
which point Karen collapsed on the floor and curled herself up in
a fetal position.
How long she remained on the floor she didn't know. She seemed
to have a vague recollection of hearing the front door close, but
it seemed so far off. Bestirring herself the first thing she
noticed was that she was fully dressed and that the room was
completely dark - the candles must have gone out. For a second or
two she couldn't figure out why on earth she had fallen asleep on
the floor of her mother's room. Her memory then kicked in like a
thunder clap and she recalled the whole series of previous events
in a fraction of a second. To her credit her next thought was of
the baby. Rising as quickly as she could she made her way groggily
to the nursery only to discover that her daughter was fast asleep
and breathing normally as if nothing had happened at all. If only
she knew, thought Karen as she once again began to silently cry.
In a couple of minutes she had gathered her wits about her
enough to think and hoped beyond hope that maybe her mother hadn't
left after all and was just asleep downstairs or in her, Karen's
room. Leaving the nursery she peeked into her bedroom which was
empty. She then went downstairs turning on the stairwell lights and
looked around the living room. No Janet. She then toured the rest
of the house only to discover that a number of her mother's things
like toilet articles, her purse and her coat were no longer to be
found in their usual places. She had, in fact, actually left.
At a loss for what to do she headed back to the nursery and
slumped into the one stuffed chair there and tried to sort out what
had happened. It was all a jumble and she just couldn't seem to
grasp and hold onto any single thing that provided her a jumping
off point to organize her thoughts and feelings. All she was really
aware of was an all pervading hurt and sadness. As she became
conscious of this and remarked on it to herself she once again fell
into a troubled slumber only to be awakened by her daughter's
crying.
As she opened her eyes she was almost blinded by the sun coming
in the window. Squinting, she rose and went to the crib and picked
up the baby and carried it with her downstairs. There she made
herself a pot of coffee and when it was finished and she had drunk
half a cup she sat down on the sofa with the child in her arms and
started to breast feed it. No sooner had the baby began to suckle
than that now familiar erotic tension started to tingle through her
insides. Up till now Karen had been functioning in a daze brought
on by the necessity of her body and mind to shut out the previous
night's activities and feelings. The physical stirrings engendered
by the child at her breast, however, overrode the blocking
mechanism and allowed her memory and emotions to surface.
It was just too much for her and she to cry again. Realizing
that it the action of the baby's mouth she gently removed the child
from her breast and lay it on the sofa. She then went into the
kitchen and got out the newly purchased baby bottles and nipples,
heated a little milk in a pan and tried for the first time to
bottle feed the infant. To her surprise, it went without a hitch
and she was overjoyed.
As she sat feeding her child she once more entered that fog that
allowed her to escape the unpleasantness of her situation - until
the phone rang. Still not thinking, she put the child down and got
up and answered it. The shock of her mother's voice on the other
end saying, "Karen, darling. Please . . ." was such a jolt that she
immediately slammed the receiver back into its cradle and stood
stock still as she tried to deal with the mass confusion of her
feelings.
The rest of the day was much the same as she went mindlessly
about the normal routine of her life. About every two hours the
phone would ring. The first couple of times she answered it and
discovering it was her mother she hung up without saying a word.
Then she just didn't bother to answer it at all, but just let it
ring.
During the next two days the phone rang progressively less and
on the third day not one call came in at all. On the fifth day, the
phone did ring and she decided to answer it. It wasn't her mother
but rather Tom Krispin. He began to plead with her to be reasonable
and to tell her what a troubled woman her mother was. By now, Karen
had developed a protective shell of ambivalence to what had
happened and when she had heard enough simply hung up gently.
One evening about a week and a half later she sat watching a
prime time sitcom in which a mother was joshing her daughter about
her love life. Something in the comedic patter triggered Karen and
brought about a surge of guilt about how she had treated her
mother. It was at this juncture that she began to return to some
semblance of her normal healthy self. Realizing, of course, that
the situation with her mother had been cataclysmic and that it
could never flourish as it had in those few idyllic weeks she
nonetheless felt that she needed to repair the damage she had
caused.
Immediately she went to the phone and found the Krispins number.
They were home, but when Karen said she wanted to speak to her
mother she was told rather coldly that Janet had returned to
California the previous day. She then tried the California number
but it didn't answer.
She tried without success and a mounting sense of dread to phone
her mother for three days running. Finally, on the fourth day her
mother picked up the phone. When Karen tried to apologize in her
attempt to reconcile matters her mother simply said in what sounded
to Karen like an infinitely tired voice that she thought that Karen
needed to lead her own life and that things would be much better if
they severed forever their relationship. With that the phone went
dead in Karen's hand.
Karen went into an immediate funk and spend the remainder of the
evening crying. After a night of fitfully tossing and turning she
tried again the next morning to call her mother. When her mother
discovered it was her daughter on the line she hung up.
Karen was beside herself with hurt and despair. She didn't know
now what to do so she did nothing. And continued doing nothing day
in and day out except the bare necessary tasks to keep herself and
her baby alive. She only went outdoors to shop. She sat for long
hours in one room or another of the house just staring without
seeing. This went on until a neighbor couple down the block who she
and Harold had been friendly with sensed that something was wrong
and decided to investigate. When Karen answered the door they were
horrified at her appearance. When they tried to enter they got far
enough in to discover that the house was a wreck and a mess before
being rudely shoved back out and the door closed in their faces.
Harold had also not received a letter from Karen for some time
now and became concerned. When he tried to call he got no answer.
After three days of trying he in turn received a call from the
neighbors apprising him of the situation. He applied for an
immediate hardship leave, which was granted, and was on the first
flight out. Two days later he entered the house late in the
evening. He could not have believed in his wildest imagininings the
state of affairs that confronted him. When he found Karen upstairs
in bed she was totally incommunicative. Finally he called the
family physician who made a rare house call. The doctor called an
ambulance and Karen was taken downtown to St. Lukes where she
admitted to the psych ward.
After two weeks of constant medical care Karen returned home.
She was quiet and withdrawn, but otherwise appeared to function
somewhat like her old self. In the meantime, Harold had requested
an immediate hardship tranfer and received it. He now spent the
days at home caring for both Karen and the baby.
Try as he did, he could not get one word out of Karen about what
had happened. She absolutely refused to even acknowledge the
subject when it came up. When he called his mother-in-law she
likewise just hung up. Querrying the physicians about her
condition, they would immediately claim client-doctor priviledge,
but did tell him that she had undergone and emotional shock which
had the equivalent force of post traumatic stress syndrome and that
time was needed for her to recover - lots of time. He would simply
have to wait until Karen decided to tell him herself which may or
may not ever happen. The outlook was guarded, they said.
Harold and Karen's sex life never again resumed. At a time when
it looked like she might be approachable to even take a hint, Karen
went stone cold and took to sleeping in the guest bedroom. Soon
thereafter she began to go out by herself for an hour or two in the
evenings. She never announced she was leaving, but rather just put
on her coat and left. When Harold tried gently to find out what was
going on Karen told him it was none of her business. These nightly
ventures forth began to get longer and longer until one night Karen
didn't come home at all.
To his credit, Harold didn't panic at first - he had decided to
just wait her out. After two days when she didn't appear he called
the police and filed a missing persons report. He then undertook a
massive one-man hunt for her. She was nowhere to be found. No one
had seen her and constant checks with the police and coroner came
up empty. It was like she had vanished from the face of the earth.
Weeks became months. The baby grew. Harold resumed his job with
the service and had now been permanently tranfered to 5th Army
headquarters in Chicago. He hired a full-time live-in nanny, an
older woman with excellent references who figuratively became the
child's mother. Still Harold did not give up his pursuit of Karen,
but nothing bore fruit; Karen was not to be found.
After a year, a friend of Harold's in the provost marshall's
office suggested he might try a private detective. The friend knew
of a highly recommended PI. He was contacted.
Three months and many thousands of dollars later a report came
back. The news was not good.
Through unnamed sources the detective managed to find out that
Karen had originally been frequenting lesbian bars on the near
north side. At some point it seems she had made the acquaintance of
a woman from San Francisco vacationing in Chicago. They paired up
and Karen had went to S.F. with her intending to stay for a few
days. Friends there said that she was so much in love that she no
longer wanted to go back to Chicago. That had been three months
previously.
Those same friends related that both Karen and her lover had
suddenly pulled up stakes and left for Europe. They gave up their
apartment and just took off without a word to anyone as to where or
when they would return. No one knew where they were or if they
would ever return.
A few weeks later, out of the blue, Harold received a phone call
from his mother-in-law late one night. Janet apologized to Harold
for her former rudeness, but was not forthcoming with any
explanation of what had transpired during her visit except to say
that Karen had asked her to leave and that she had done so. Harold
told Janet in detail what he had found on his return home, what had
happened and the steps he had taken to find Karen. Janet then
promised to undertake her own inquiries and report to Harold if she
found out anything.
As it turned out, Janet reported back to Harold that she had
taken a week off work and went up to San Francisco. Using her
numerous contacts there she managed to discover that Karen and her
lover had been heavily into the BDSM scene. They were both well
known and well liked. But there the trail ended. The only thing
anyone knew now is that they had left for Europe and nothing had
been heard of them since then.
Harold toyed with the idea of taking another extended leave and
going to Europe to search for Karen, but his funds were now so
limited that it just wasn't feasible. He also had finally come to
the acceptance that if Karen wanted any further contact with him
and her daughter she would be the one to initiate it. He was right.
Early into the second year of her disappearance, Harold arrived
home from work one Friday night to find in the day's mail a foreign
looking envelope. It bore foreign stamps and was postmarked from a
place in Austria called Graz; it had no return address. With
pounding heart he opened the letter and found a short note and a
single small photgraph inside.
The photograph had been taken during warm weather and showed two
women, smiling into the camera, dressed in shorts and blouses
standing in what looked like a mountain meadow. One woman was
definitely Karen - same tall, statuesque physique, same hair, same
face. No doubt about it. Nothing was written on the back of the
photo.
The letter was likewise obviously from Karen having been written
in her unique rolling hand script. It was not really a letter, but
rather just a short note which read: "Dear Harold. I'm so sorry for
all the trouble I know I've caused you. Things are better now. I
will write again. Give my love to Emily."
And it was signed, "Janet"
The End