Jenna's Vacation-7

by Karen Cypher

“You are so beautiful, you know.” Erin said quietly to Kate as she sat on the edge of the bed; slipping the teen’s bikini bottoms down. “I’ve always envied how good you look.”

Kate blushed at her friend’s words, aware her mother was watching the whole exchange with a beatific smile on her face. “It’s not true.” She replied, stepping out of the bottoms; finally as naked as the other two. Kate was pleased at her friend’s words though, and leaned toward Erin, kissing her on the mouth.

Erin tried to lose herself in the kiss, allowing Kate’s lips to linger as she ran her hands up and down Kate’s side.

Kate pulled back a little, thrilled at Erin’s advances but looking over as she stared into her mother’s green eyes; afraid that if she was too aggressive with Erin, her mother would reject her ideas. As much as she had fantasized about this moment, she hadn’t actually planned it. She felt awkward and a little silly, but at the same time…utterly turned on. It was all she could do to stop herself when the two of them were pleasuring each other. She wanted to be the first to take her mother, but witnessing the passion Erin and her mom shared for each other somewhat mollified her desire. “Why am I this way with her?” Kate asked herself. She kissed Erin again, this time letting herself truly get into it. The taste of her mother on Erin’s lips still lingered, and it aroused her in a way she couldn’t describe.

Erin didn’t move. She sat with her eyes closed and her face slightly lifted as Kate kissed her lips, letting her tongue slide out to explore the tenderness, the softness of Kate’s mouth. She adored the lovely clean taste, the soft moaning sound that came out of Kate’s throat. Erin finally touched Kate’s breasts, her fingers tentatively grazing across the front of her friend to trace the contours, fingers sliding over her engorged nipples. She felt Kate shudder with excitement as her fingertips sensed the soft rounds of flesh, the curves of Kate’s largish breasts under her hands. Unlike before, there was no laughter in her now; only a burning desire to share something as intimate, as pleasurable as she herself felt.

Still lying on her bed, Jenna felt the opening of another door; the sharing of yet another new experience as Kate began to respond to Erin’s touch. Desire for the two warred with her exhausted body and mind; her eyes locked on their image. Her fingers started to dance across her body, working her breasts; wanting to feel what Kate was feeling.

Erin tried to kiss each part of Kate’s body, wanting to share her building desire with her friend. She kissed her arms, her breasts and nipples, her belly and thighs, and finally, the smoothed shaved mound.

Kate reached down and brought Erin’s face up to hers. With one hand at Erin’s slender neck, Kate urged her back onto the bed. “Lie down.” she breathed into her friend’s mouth, gently guiding her back. Kate deliberately posed then, falling back into the familiar as a way to cope with the unfolding events and trying to feel more comfortable about herself; fluffing her hair, turning her body from one side to the other to give her friend a full view. She locked eyes with her mother again, letting her know that the display was as much for her as it was for Erin. With a finality she could no longer resist, she put a knee on the bed and climbed onto it, putting herself between her mother and Erin.

Jenna watched the two girls move into each other’s arms and kiss. Erin’s lips were wet and plush, a sign her daughter was sure to notice. She stared lovingly as Kate lay atop Erin, twining their fingers together as she kissed the warm mouth, intruding her tongue between Erin’s remembered velvet soft lips.

Kate heard Erin groan as she ended the kiss. She used her weight to hold Erin’s hands firmly at her side and kissed her way down to her breast, trailing her hair along Erin’s face. Kate opened her mouth wide, taking as much of her friend’s tit in her mouth as she could before lifting her head away; releasing the gathered flesh with a wet plopping sound. She concentrated on Erin’s nipple; lightly biting, rolling it between her lips, sucking at it to keep it stiff. Kate moved to the other nipple and did the same. She felt a soft trembling in her friend’s body and Kate’s own passion seemed to double with the thrill of how Erin reacted to her touch. Kate found that she was heady with the power; wanting to try everything at once, but she made herself slow down. Kate took a deep breath and trailed a hand down to Erin’s lower belly, her fingers sliding onto the smooth shaved mound. She allowed herself only a cursory touching, a grazing of the lips; a single fingertip probing delicately between the slippery folds.

“Mom…she is still so wet…God, look at this!” Kate said, holding up a finger; the tip glistening from her contact with Erin’s pussy.

Jenna could see the evidence on her daughter’s finger before Kate impishly licked it off; her eyes sparkling with the knowledge of what she was doing to her mother as well as Erin. At last she quit teasing and moved her face down to Erin’s belly. That Erin was thoroughly turned on was clear. “Speak for yourself…” whispered in Jenna’s mind. She sat up fully on the bed so she would not miss a thing. She could tell Erin was ready; eager for her daughter’s caresses. She opened her own legs in tune with Erin; eyes half-closed and cocking her head a bit as she watched the sliding movement of Kate’s hair; her daughter’s cheek never leaving Erin’s skin.

Her face close to Erin’s sex, Kate gazed at it with excitement. “It’s perfect” she thought. Kate moved her face closer as she began licking the offered sex, her tongue working between the lips, along the nub of Erin’s clit and then down to the opening as she gathered speed. As silly as it seemed, Kate was embarrassed and a little apprehensive that maybe she wasn’t doing it right…that Erin wouldn’t like it. Then Kate could feel Erin was getting close as she continued to explore with her tongue.

Erin groaned and moved her legs further apart. She felt Kate’s mouth cover her sex, her lips sucking at the swollen flesh, her tongue seemingly probing everywhere at once. Erin groaned again and again in response to the hungry lovemaking; it was different than she had imagined…almost sharp and insistent. “Oh God, right there…no…Please!”

Kate stopped her frenzied assault, merely kissing the outside of Erin’s sex. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“No!” Erin gasped.

“Are you sure?” Kate continued, planting soft kisses all around Erin’s thighs; never touching her friend’s pussy during the whole exchange.

“Please…” Erin begged again.

With a lecherous smile, she once more locked eyes with her mother. Kate wanted her mom to see what she was about to do. Kate returned to Erin, drawing the hot flesh between her lips as if to inhale Erin’s entire pussy in one frantic motion; swirling at the folds with an agile tongue. Erin’s response was strong and immediate, her sex nearly gushing as she climaxed. Erin cried out as she heaved her buttocks off the bed with each spasm. Kate continued using her mouth, trying her best to make Erin’s orgasm last. She was amazed at how wet her friend got when she was aroused, and found herself enraptured by the beauty of Erin’s body; thinking she was somehow bewitched by how excited it made her.

Jenna watched the pair with a lustful gaze; so utterly turned on that she thought she would burst. After four or five final thrusts with her hips, Erin collapsed spread-eagle on the bed. Jenna watched as Kate moved her mouth from Erin’s sex to her breasts, trailing little kisses the entire way. She could see that Erin’s nipples were now like turrets; stiff and swollen with little bumps of goose flesh on her areola; her daughter nipping at them with her teeth. Kate moved her face down to Erin’s sex again, this time focusing her attention directly on the teens’ clit; licking slowly and then more rapidly, nibbling at it with her lips, delighting in Erin’s frenzied response. Jenna’s fingers were moving in a blur of motion as she rubbed her own overworked button; timing her orgasm to Erin’s as though the two were somehow linked. In seconds, Erin and Jenna climax powerfully together, though not as explosively as before.

Jenna’s brain felt like mush; her body finally succumbing to exhaustion as she felt her muscles relax. She marveled that she could go from feeling so alive to feeling utterly spent within the span of a few heartbeats. With drooping eyelids, Jenna watched her daughter move her face upward to kiss Erin’s mouth. Jenna’s head fell back onto a pillow and she could feel herself drifting off as Erin accepted the wet kiss; hearing her groan against Kate’s lips.

Over the next several days, Jenna found herself unable to think of anything or anyone except her daughter and Erin. Although she found it strange that a single tryst could produce such introspection, the reasons were more than obvious. Again and again Jenna plumbed the recesses of her mind, examining every aspect, evaluating every decision. Jenna left nothing out while she thought of that wonderful afternoon. She knew what a vicious circle it could be…cause and effect…action and reaction…wants and needs. She trotted out the one aspect of her inner turmoil that confused her more than any other; the one that made her smile in amused sarcasm. “I think I am in love.” She said aloud.

In her saner moments, Jenna could admit to herself that the feeling troubling her the most was fear. Fear of…well, the ever-changing answer to every ‘What If’ question that arose in her mind: What if it happens again? Worse, what if it doesn’t? What if someone finds out; the police, Erin’s mother, gossip from the girls during their get-togethers with friends? What if she can’t control her desires? What if she is some kind of pervert for liking Erin? What if Kate finds out how much her mother truly wants her? What if this develops into something more? What if the girls don’t want this anymore? What if she has always been like this? What if she and Kate hadn’t taken the vacation?

Jenna visibly shook herself, hoping to dispel the dark thoughts surrounding her this morning…one of those downward spirals she couldn’t let herself indulge in right now. At the breakfast table, Kate spied her mother’s troubled look plain as day.

“What is it, Mom?” Kate asked, with the knowledge that her mother has been acting funny ever since ‘The Day’. She wanted to talk to her mom…reassure her…reassure herself that things were still O.K. But her mom always seemed distracted and Erin had only come by the one time with her mother when they all went out for a movie; dropping Erin off on the way home. Erin had called every day, wondering if it was alright to come over, asking Kate what her mother’s reaction would be. But Kate’s answer was always to wait and see. The time for waiting was long over, in Kate’s mind…she didn’t want her mom to freak-out…things were just starting to get moving.

“Please…” Jenna said, trailing off.

Kate felt a sharp stab of trepidation. “Is anything wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Jenna replied; the soft clanking of her coffee spoon loud in the stillness.

“No, I think something is wrong.” Kate said after a pause; knowing she was pushing her mother.

“I don’t know…” Jenna said hesitantly. “Katie, I…I just don’t know where to begin…”

“Please tell me,” Kate said, taking her mother’s hand, her own breakfast abandoned.

“I’m not sure this is right…you and I…you and I and Erin…” Jenna said softly, taking a sip of coffee; trying to marshal her thoughts as she searched for the words. “I…I’m a little frightened that we never talked about what happened; that it came so naturally and we are all pretending that everything is normal. I don’t know where this is going.” Jenna continued, the words coming faster as the floodgates opened. “I feel so uncertain about everything.” Jenna continued. “I don’t like being different, you know. I’ve never liked being different.” She finished abruptly.

“Mom,” Kate said. “I think you are quite ordinary. People have feelings; bottled up or acted on, you still have feelings…the same as me.” Kate continued, acutely aware of the role reversal by trying to sooth her mother’s anxiety. “In any case, there’s no need to be anything but who you are. The names are just labels, and they don’t matter anyway, do they?”

Attempting to comfort her, Kate squeezed her mother’s hand in hers. “Be yourself, Mom. ‘You must always do your best to be yourself.’ Isn’t that what you always told me?” She stroked her mother’s cheek as she said this, her fingers tracing along Jenna’s jaw and down to her lovely chin. “You are the most wonderful person I know, Mom.”

Jenna sighed, kissing her daughter’s hand; feeling comforted and free… feeling the enormous love she had for Kate.

“She will or she won’t” Kate mused silently. “Is there anything more important than discovering oneself?” Sooner or later, her mother would understand.

“You did enjoy the last time, didn’t you?” Kate pressed; trying to get her mother to open up while at the same time, doing a little mental exploring of her own.

“I know Erin liked it,” Kate said into the silence. “She’s talked about nothing else…she really likes you, Mom…liked what happened…you liked it too, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I suppose so.” Jenna said, blushing at the admission. “It’s all I have been able to think about,” she finished, lowering her eyes as the words left her lips.

The relief that washed over Kate was almost physical. She kissed her mother then; a light fluttery kiss with the promise of more behind it. “I liked watching you play with Erin…the way you made each other cum…how turned-on the three of us were. Did you like watching me? Do you still like looking at your ‘little girl’?” Kate continued; working her words to describe to her mother what she was feeling…what she wanted.

“Tell me, Mom,” Kate said breathily. “Tell me it made you excited to see me like that…to finally have Erin.”

“Yes!” Jenna said, with a force that surprised her.

Kate leaned forward and kissed her mother again. This time the kiss is harder; her mother more receptive, her lips warm and yielding. Kate kissed her again and again, her own excitement growing until she felt the fast drumming of her own heart.

“I want this Mom,” Kate whispered. “I want to see you naked again… want to see how excited you get with the thought of Erin…or of Me.” she said, nibbling at her mother’s ear. “I adored it with you,” Kate continued to tease. “I’ve thought of nothing else for days either. Didn’t you like it?”

“Yes, I told you I did.” Jenna responded, aware that she was losing control.

“Mom,” Kate asked. “Are you wet now?”

Jenna quivered under her daughter’s touch, and then looked at Kate with a nervous smile. “Don’t you allow me any modesty?”

“Tell me.” Kate insisted

“Yes, I think I’m wet.” Jenna replied honestly.

“I’m going to taste you, Mom. I’m going to lick you off my fingers.” Kate said, the certainty in her voice leaving no doubt for Jenna that her daughter would do exactly as she said.

“Oh fuck…Katie….” Jenna said, all restraint evaporating in an instant.

Jenna watched her daughter’s hands slide under her robe to fondle her left breast; felt the tender exploring of her stomach and hips; short nails raking over every rib as they traveled upward. It felt exquisite. “I want you,” Jenna heard her daughter say, so quietly that she thought her pussy was playing tricks on her mind.

“Take me,” Jenna said in answer; a filmy gauze covering her vision as passion ruled. “Oh sweetie, take me please.”

Kate stood from the chair, moving to the side as she grabbed her mother’s hands in both of hers. She lifted them up; guiding her arms to bend back behind the chair over her head.

Jenna watched meekly as her daughter straddled her lap, pinning her arms above her head. When Kate kissed her again, it took Jenna’s breath away; shaking her to her soul. No one ever kissed her that way; with such passion and need, such purpose. Jenna was instantly horrified and aroused at what was happening. “This is my daughter!!” she screamed in her mind. Jenna let her body go limp; bowing to her lust and hoping for the best.

She got it.

Jenna melted as Kate began to grind her hips; the friction making her writhe with its intimacy. She wanted to beg her daughter to fuck her every way she could imagine. A small part of her brain made a last gasp at morality; tried to plead, threaten, scream…Jenna ignored it and concentrated on the feeling welling up from her center as Kate continued to grind her crotch; the smile never leaving her face. Jenna could tell that Kate was turning herself on too. Her eyes were half-closed, and she had an impish smile…smirk, really that wouldn’t go away. Jenna knew that Kate wasn’t going to stop once Jenna herself made it clear that she was powerless to curtail her daughter’s advances.

Kate stopped moving and leaned her body against her mother’s, bringing her lips close to whisper in an ear. “I’ve wanted you like this for a long time,” she whispered. “And I knew you couldn’t resist…especially after Erin.” She felt her mother squirm beneath her; either in reaction to Kate’s words or because of the pressure Kate was exerting on her sex. “Will you stay still like a good girl?”

Jenna didn’t know what to say. She had relinquished control of the situation to her daughter; finding herself along for the glorious, torturous ride. She watched as Kate slipped the belt out of Jenna’s robe, lashing both of Jenna’s hands together with it. With her arms above her head, Jenna stopped feeling as though she was looking from the outside-in and began to feel as if she was the center; loosing herself in the moment. Jenna sat panting as Kate stood, walking over and reaching into a utility drawer in the kitchen, producing a black bandana. “No peeking, Mom.” Kate said walking back to Jenna to fasten it over her eyes. Jenna could feel the excitement make her pussy come alive.

To Jenna, the fabric of the robe on her skin was a whisper; Kate’s hands stiff as she roughly threw it open. In another moment, Jenna was nude, the air like ice on her skin. Kate was silent for a long minute and Jenna whipped her head about, hoping for a touch, a sound, working herself into a frenzy of anticipation, almost whimpering with need. Finally, Jenna felt her daughter’s breath on her neck, so she knew Kate hadn’t left. She felt Kate gently touch her nipple, sending a flash of pure desire through her.

“I want you to be still and lie back.” Jenna heard her daughter say; voice booming in the preternatural silence. Kate led her a few steps away from the chair and onto the floor. “You can make some noise if you’d like…in fact, I’d kinda like that.” she finished, laying Jenna down and placing her arms over her head.

Jenna sensed Kate moving away, and this time she did let out a quiet whimper that she hoped would bring her daughter back.

“Shh” Kate said soothingly.

Kate’s hand brushed against Jenna’s cheek. It’s amazing, Jenna thought, the things you pick up on when you’re blindfolded. She was beside herself as she listened to Kate slowly undress, following her progress from her shirt to the scuff of her bare feet on the carpet. Jenna could smell her own arousal as the deliciously wicked thoughts of anticipation played themselves out in her head. She started when she felt hands on her thighs…the pressure sinful as she knew Kate was kneeling over her from her head…then Kate’s smooth sex on her face. Jenna immediately licked and sucked at her daughter, flicking her tongue over Kate’s tender flesh and feeling her shudder at the touch. Jenna kept at that one sensitive spot until Kate pushed herself hard against her and cried out, riding out the last waves of her orgasm.

“I want to fuck you” Jenna heard her say, her voice still husky from coming.

Her arms were burning, but it turned Jenna on to feel so helpless. The blindfold helped, rather than hindered Jenna’s passion; almost like it could be any other woman besides her daughter…but the white-hot fire of arousal that it was Kate was even stronger. Jenna’s arms tingled with pins and needles as she realized that Kate had untied her arms.

Jenna moaned into her daughter’s kiss as Kate repositioned herself, and felt her slide (two?) fingers into Jenna, filling her immediate need.

“You’re so wet, Mom…I seem to say that about all the girls in my life, but you are really, really wet.” Kate said. Jenna only moaned, hoping her daughter was not entirely displeased.

Jenna felt even fuller; more lewd as Kate worked three fingers into her sex with no problem. As a true show of her desire, Jenna realized she was pushing herself against her daughter’s hand, silently wanting more.

Three fingers became four, and Jenna found herself falling into a rhythm, wanting more but waiting for Kate to sense her longing. “God, Mom,” she heard her daughter say in wonder. “You have the whole shank of my hand inside you…does it hurt?” She shook her head; not trusting her voice. Jenna luxuriated in the stretched feeling, knowing she could take Kate’s whole hand…wanting her daughter to somehow feel Jenna’s own desire. She felt Kate adjust her position again; the constant touch of her daughter’s hand on her pussy a burning need. Jenna heard her daughter gasp slightly as she folded her entire hand inside of Jenna’s sex.

Jenna pictured what she must look like; splayed out on the floor, arms over her head, robe open, nipples hard, her daughter’s hand in her pussy…Jenna had been thrusting as eagerly as Kate, but eased up as she took Kate’s fist. She felt her heart pounding and said her daughter’s name over and over, begging her not to stop, still pushing against her, not seeming to be able to get enough.

“If only Erin could see us now, Mom…would you like that? Do you want her to see how turned-on you get with your own daughter?” Kate asked, her own voice raw with passion.

She felt Kate move down her body to suck hard on her clit; making Jenna see stars.

“Yes!” Jenna moaned, in answer to Kate’s questions as well as her body’s reaction to her daughter’s hand and lips. “Oh, yeah, there…” Jenna knew she had thrown control away as soon as she had confided to Kate how much she liked the sex between Erin and herself, and her pride was in a puddle on the floor. “Harder,” Jenna pleaded. She cried out when Kate obliged; bucking her hips against her daughter. Kate’s tongue moved faster and Jenna felt herself about to go over the edge.

“Don’t stop…I’m coming,” Jenna said in a rush, trying to make it last.

Her orgasm was powerful…almost painful with its intensity as it came over her like a storm. Jenna thought she would pass out from the release. She felt Kate move up her body in slow motion, kissing her stomach, breasts, and throat…Jenna was shaking uncontrollably.

Jenna felt and heard Kate moving around as her daughter disentangled her hand from between her legs, moving beside Jenna to hold her tightly enough to take her breath away.

Jenna was in heaven; feeling her daughter’s body pressed against her, smelling her sweat and sex all around, the relaxed feeling of her muscles as the embrace turned soft. Jenna let her body sag; continuing to give in to whatever it was that Kate wanted, but Kate simply stroked her face and slid off the bandanna.

It was only then that it struck Jenna…the shades had open the whole time; it was easy for anyone walking by to look through the tall windows and see her on the floor…she’d put on more of a show than she realized. Jenna idly wondered whether she would have been so quick to let go if she’d known…yes…but it didn’t matter, Jenna knew she got what she wanted, what they both wanted.

Jenna’s head was spinning, and the dappled sunlight streaming in seemed brighter than ever. She closed her eyes against it, smiling like never before as she thought of all the wonderful changes her life was about to take...changes she was looking forward to making.