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From: nitetimeguy74@yahoo.com (Eddie)
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Subject: {ASSM} Swapping family stories (mf, mf inc, Ff inc, oral anal)
Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2001 17:10:07 -0500
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I dated a girl named Beth in college, and as part of our foreplay we
used to tell each other erotic stories, either fantasies or realities
about our previous sexual encounters. The extra time we took to turn
each other on made our sex the best, even still, that I've ever had. 
This one time she told me what I still consider the most arousing,
erotic story ever.  It was a rather personal story that I don't think
she would have told had I not prompted her with a true story I told
first.  Beth and I had been doing our story thing long enough now that
I felt comfortable telling her something I never told anyone else
before.  It started on Thanksgiving when I was 18 and I found my
14-year-old sister Cates crying over some incident with her boyfriend.

*****

Cates and I were our parents' only children.  We were almost four
years apart, I was a senior in high school and she was a freshman.  We
always got along pretty well since we didn't do much together -  we
weren't that close in age.  I hadn't a care in the world around this
time, having gotten in to the University of North Carolina early
decision and pretty much expecting to put the rest of high school on
cruise control.  I had a steady girlfriend who was not going to
college with me who was doing everything she could to convince me to
stay.  Cates was a pretty girl who'd been an early bloomer; this
hadn't gone unnoticed at school as she was already dating a junior.

Cates and I never really talked about serious issues, but when I found
her all upset that Thanksgiving I knew I had to say something to her. 
She was sitting on the couch in the den, not really crying but looking
very sullen and red-faced.  I asked her what was wrong, and she said
her boyfriend had cheated on her.  She was pissed and confused, so I
sat down next to her and gave her a hug.  I looked at her face and
gave her a cartoonish "sad face" look.  She managed a little laugh,
gave me a hug and said "thanks, Eddie."

As we held each other, she sighed and said, "He told me he loved me. 
I'm so stupid.  I mean, what is love anyway?"  I knew she needed to
hear something, but I didn't know what.  I barely realized what I was
doing when I said, "Here, this is love," and leaned over and kissed
her lips.  I didn't mean for it to be anything other than friendly,
quick peck.  But my lips lingered as they touched hers, and it was an
amazing feeling; it lit up my insides like an electric shock.

She looked at me, amazed, uncertain and a little scared.  I was
suddenly very worried - we were both wondering what the hell I did
that for.  Feeling like I just betrayed her trust, I squeezed her
hand, winked, and said, "It's O.K."  I got up to leave the room and
she said, with a trace of anger in her voice, "What was that?"

I said, "It was a kiss.  Oh, and uh, there's plenty more where that
came from." -with another wink.  I don't know why I said that, or what
I really meant.  I supposed if asked to give an honest assessment, I
would say my sister is attractive, but I'd never thought of her in a
sexual way at all.  At any rate, I didn't watch to see what her
reaction was after I left the room.

In between Thanksgiving dinner and the dessert, all the extended
family members were walking around getting things ready, and Cates
asked if she could talk to me for a minute.  I followed her upstairs
(and away from the company) into our parents' room.  She seemed mad as
she closed the door.  She then moved in front of me as I leaned
against the wall.  "What makes you think you can kiss me like that?"
she asked.

I couldn't believe how bad my judgment was, and all I could manage say
was "I... don't know..."

"And what does that mean, there's plenty more where that came from?"
she asked angrily.   I started trying to gauge her intent here... trying
to figure out just how much trouble I was in.

"Look, Cates," I said, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to..." Trying to
what?  I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Did you feel anything when you did that?" she asked.

I tried to think of how I could bluff this.  I didn't want her to
think I was a sicko, but the words were just not coming to my mouth. 
I couldn't even make eye contact.

"Because I did." She said.  Did I just hear that correctly?  My heart
rate jumped as she moved closer to me.  I looked at her face, and then
I saw the look in her eye.  A naughty, let's-have-a-little-fun look. 
A look sisters aren't supposed to give their brothers.  She put her
arm on the wall beside my head and leaned in and up, kissing my lips.

It started off like the first kiss, closed-mouthed and long lasting. 
But this one lasted a little longer, and I coolly raised my hand to
stroke her cheek and hair.  It caused her to gasp slightly, and her
mouth stayed open, so I decided to ever so gently put my tongue
against her lips to see what she would do.  Cates had the same
thought, as her tongue was right there to press softly into mine.

We stayed like this for a while, not sucking or sliding, just tasting.
 Eventually she let out a moan of pure enjoyment that triggered an
escalation in the kiss, and we began to lick furiously at each other's
tongues while moving our hands all over each other's faces and hair. 
She pressed her body into me, and although I was maddeningly aroused
and she felt so soft and warm, this was still about an amazing kiss. 
As our mouths opened wider for each other, saliva started to run all
over so we would just lick it up off each other's chins and cheeks in
long, drawn out tongue strokes.

The kiss was broken when my mom called upstairs that dessert was
ready.  "Holy shit," Cates said, wiping saliva off her chin, "that
rocked!!!"  "Yeah," was just about all I could manage to say.  I had
just been kissing my sister for about five minutes straight, and it
had taken my breath away.

Cates ran down the stairs ahead of me.  She must have looked flushed
because my mom asked her what was wrong.  Cates said nothing was
wrong, that there was an MTV special about the upcoming Pearl Jam
album and she knew I'd want to see it too.  After a quick check in the
mirror and a splash of cold water on my face, I went downstairs too.

My sister and I kissed a few more times over the next month.  We were
both pretty unsure over where we wanted this to go; we never even took
any clothes off.  Although during a few heated exchanges (which they
all seemed to be) I did rub my hand over her breast and my thumb
across her nipple.  But it was always with her shirt on and never in a
way that took the focus away from the kiss.

The kicker was, we were alone together frequently, especially after
school, but that's not when we did our thing.  It was always when
there was some danger we could get caught: when mom stepped out of the
kitchen while we were doing dishes, or in the bathroom during the
holiday party at my dad's office.  And then on Christmas day, when all
the "grown up" relatives were downstairs opening their presents, I was
in my room opening Cates's bra, feeling and kissing my sister's bare
breasts for the first time.

We did this about a dozen times over the next few months.  As we both
now took our shirts off while we made out, we started being more
discreet and took advantage of our after school alone-together time. 
Our encounters now consisted mostly of us sitting together on the den
couch, shirtless, kissing passionately, and rubbing, licking and
sucking on each other's breasts.  Oh yeah, my sister was the first
girl to ever suck on my nipple, and I loved it.

Having said all this, it might seem strange to say the following but
it's true.  I had no desire to get in her pants or have sex with her. 
What we were doing, although exciting and forbidden, didn't feel all
that wrong deep down inside.  Don't get me wrong; I masturbated alone
like a fiend after each episode.  I'm pretty sure she did too.  But to
me, sex, or even getting in her pants would be too wrong.  Or too
weird.  I don't know.

In June my parents threw a huge high school graduation party for me at
our house.  Most of it was outside, inside there were only a few
people milling about grabbing food or drinks or using the bathrooms. 
I was in the back yard with my girlfriend and some friends.  Cates was
also there with her boyfriend.  My girlfriend, who was extremely
concerned about me going away to college, was being overly
affectionate, grabbing my ass a lot and kissing my cheek and ear
repeatedly.  My sister, who was watching intently, let go of her
boyfriend's hand and said "Eddie, can you help me with something
inside?"

I was pretty sure I knew what she meant as we headed inside.  She
grabbed my hand as we walked through the downstairs rooms, which got
me aroused since there were a few people around, although I'm sure
they thought nothing of it.  My heart was pounding so hard I could
feel it in my neck.  Cates led me into the upstairs bathroom and
closed the door.  She ran her hands up and down my chest and said,
"I'm sorry.  I was jealous.  I wanted you all to myself."  "Fine by
me," I said, and we started kissing.  We worked our shirts over each
other's heads, and soon I was taking her breasts in my mouth and
tonguing her nipples.

"God Eddie, that feels so good.  I'm going to miss that so much."  

"I know, Cates," I said, moving back up to her face and kissing her,
"I promise we can still do this when I come home."

"Promise?" she said slyly.  I kissed her so deeply that we were
practically breathing each other.  She moaned with pleasure.

When the kiss broke, she said, "Since this is a special occasion, I
would like to give you a special present."  She looked at me for
approval, but I had no idea what she wanted, so I just said "well, it
is a special occasion..."  With that, she knelt down in front of me,
unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled my shorts down.  I was
in complete shock.  She studied my cock, but only for a second, as she
took it in her hand and gently started rubbing it up and down.  She
simultaneously rubbed my cock on her ample breasts, looked me in the
eyes and said, "I want you to come on my tits, Eddie."

"Oh my god" was the only thing I could say.  Especially when she slid
my throbbing penis in her mouth and sucked and tongued it like a pro. 
She alternated between that and jacking me towards her tits.  "Do it,
Eddie," she said, "come all over me."  I was in ecstasy; my
14-year-old sister wanted me to come all over her.  "Oh yeah, do it,
do it," she urged.

I wanted to enjoy this feeling forever.  It was incredible.  But it
was too good to last and I shot the biggest load of all time all over
her neck, chest and tits.  Cates even used her nipple to wipe the last
of my come off my dick.  "Oh, Eddie, that was beautiful!" she said,
then looking down at her tits, "I wish we had a Polaroid, I want to
remember what this looks like forever!"

"You and me both, Cates." I said, panting and running my fingers
through her hair.

"Maybe I should just leave it there and put my shirt back on - see if
anybody notices your come stains," she said.

"That would probably be a bad idea," I said, "I really glazed your
breasts.  God, I've never come that hard."

"Well, I guess I will have to clean it up then," she said, "but there
is something else I want to do for you."  Cates picked up her bra and
used it to clean my come off of her.  "Here," she said, handing me the
bra, "Yours.  Take it to college with you."

"Holy shit, Cates, you make me so hot," I said.  

"I'm not done yet," she said, "I'm not going to put another one back
on.  Let's see if anyone notices."

I got dressed and she slid her tank top back on.  I couldn't take my
eyes off her breasts; they looked absolutely fabulous.  Fortunately,
no one saw us come out of the bathroom together.  That would have been
a tough one to explain, especially with me holding her come-soaked
bra.  We stopped in my room to drop off the bra, and she quickly
closed the door and kissed me again before we went back outside.  No
one ever said anything to me about her being braless, but I'm sure at
least my friends noticed - shit, her dumbass boyfriend must have
noticed.

Over the next three years Cates and I hooked up a few times when I was
home.  But we both had lives - significant others, places to go and
things to do, so it was never very frequent.  Christmas was always a
really good holiday for us.  And although she took to rubbing my cock
through my pants (but never to orgasm) when we made out, we never
repeated the events from the graduation party.

*****

"Eddie, that was HOT." Said Beth.  "I could have come just from your
finger from that story.  Was it true?"

"Yeah," I said, "I mean, Cates's version might be a little different
but for the most part that's it."

"I can't believe you made out with your sister," Beth said. "I mean,
don't get me wrong, I am so turned on, but... I... I can't believe you
made out with your sister!"

"Still do, actually."  I replied. 

"Are you serious?  When was the last time?"

"Over Christmas break.  We sat up all Christmas eve watching the snow
fall, kissing, making out and just holding each other.  When she got
tired she would just lay back on me and I'd hold her breasts for like
hours."

"Oh my god.  So how did you leave things with her?"

"I talked to her on the phone last week.  She's graduating high school
in June and I asked her what she wanted for a graduation present.  She
said she was sure I could think of something."

"Holy shit, so what are you going to do?"  

"I don't know," I said.  "I still don't know if I feel comfortable
doing more with her than I already do.  But that night after she and I
talked on the phone I had a dream about her.  In it we were making out
on my bed, then I laid Cates down and pulled her pants off.  I started
licking her pussy, she was going wild, until I pulled out my cock and
fucked her."

"So what do you think you're going to do?" Beth asked.

"I don't know.  I really liked that dream.  I've thought about it a
lot since then."

"You're gonna fuck your sister.  I can tell."

"I don't know.  Maybe." I said.

"You will.  Anyway, I'm kind of glad you told me that story." Beth
said.  "Why?" I asked. "Because, it makes this... well... it makes this
story easier to tell."

"Sweet." I said, "I thought I was going to miss out on your turn after
that story."  Beth was sitting on me, completely naked.  The way it
worked was, when I told a story, she would sit back into me on the
bed, her legs wide open.  I would rub her 34C tits with one hand and
play with her pussy with the other.  When she told a story, I lay back
on the bed and she straddled me, caressing my cock while I fondled
here breasts.  If I were really lucky, she'd lean forward and let me
suck on her nipples.   Anyway, we changed positions and she started
her story.

"When I was a little girl, like 7 years old, my dad used to eat
breakfast with my mom and me before he left for work.  As he walked
out the door, my mom would always hand him a lunch and give him a
kiss.  On this particular day I walked in right as he was kissing my
mom and I'm sure he didn't see me because it was a deep kiss and he
finished it by...

*****

Beth paused in the doorway as she returned to the kitchen - she saw
her father Dan and mother Julia kissing, but not like usual.  Since
she had been out of the room they were being a little more
affectionate.  This was a longer kiss and it looked to Beth like their
mouths were open.  As her dad was pulling away to leave, he traced his
hands down his wife's shoulders, lightly caressing her large breasts
over her shirt all the way from chest to nipple in one fairly quick
motion.

"Well!  And you have a nice day too!" said Julia, smiling as her
husband winked and walked out the door.  Julia turned and saw Beth
standing in the kitchen, watching her intently.  A little flushed from
the kiss and quick fondle, Julia said, "Hi honey, is... something
wrong?"

"Nope," said Beth, and sat back down at the table to finish eating.  A
few minutes later, out of nowhere, Beth asked, "Mom, what did Dad do
to you right when he left?"

Julia didn't know quite how to answer, but Beth was still young and
she knew she could get away with making up a story.  "Well, honey,
it's a little game people who are in love do when they say goodbye,
when no one's looking."

"Why do they do it?"

"Well, uh... because it feels good.  Because Mommy likes it."  Julia
said.

Beth, apparently satisfied with the answer, went back to her
breakfast.  When she was done she gathered up her things and went to
the door to leave for school.

"Don't forget to give Mommy a kiss," said Julia, getting up to say
goodbye.  She gave Beth a hug and a kiss.  But as she went to let go,
Beth traced her hands lightly and quickly down her mother's breasts,
the same way her father had done.

"Oh, sweetie, you're not supposed to do that." Julia said.

"Why not Mommy, we're in love, right?"  Beth asked.  

"I... well not like... I'm..." Julia couldn't think of the words to say to
her daughter.  She cursed herself for making up a story.  Figuring
Beth would forget about the whole thing shortly, she just said, "Yes,
we are.  Have a good day at school."

"Bye Mommy" said Beth.

"Bye," said Julia, closing the door.  "That was stupid," thought
Julia.  "Why did I tell her it was a game?  I'm sure she'll forget
about it anyway."  Julia figured her daughter was just curious about
how men and women interacted.  As she walked up to her bathroom to get
ready for her day, she looked at herself in the mirror.  Twenty-seven
years old, and still pretty cute.  Five foot six, dirty blonde hair;
she'd put on a little weight since having Beth around all the time but
was curvy and still felt attractive.  Her breasts were still the
feature she was most proud of, they went from a 36c to a 36d (a 36DD
in Victoria's Secret size, she would tell you) when Beth was born, and
stayed that way since. Julia wondered if maybe Beth had a curiosity
about her mother's or her own lack of breasts that may have
precipitated the morning's encounter.

Whatever hopes Julia had that Beth would forget about their "game"
were dashed in the subsequent days.  More often than not, as Beth was
heading off for school she would give her mother a quick kiss and
trace her hands down her breasts.  This put Julia in an awkward
situation.  She did not feel "sinful" or "evil"; she knew this was
just a game to her daughter.  But she also knew it wasn't right and
that eventually someone may see and not understand.  So she came up
with a plan to end it, without hurting her daughter's feelings.  From
now on, when Beth left for school in the morning, Julia stayed sitting
at the kitchen table.  She would still call her daughter over and give
her a good-bye kiss, but being seated she would not be in a position
to play "the game."  Beth never said anything about this change or
made any objections.

Julia thought for sure she was done with this small problem, until one
evening when she was getting ready to go out with Dan.  He was out
picking up the babysitter, and Beth was in her mother's bathroom
watching her put on her make-up.  One of Beth's favorite things was to
get a kiss from her mother before she went out so that the lipstick
would be on her own lips too.  Julia was aware of this so she didn't
make any objections when her daughter asked her for a kiss.  "The
game" wasn't even on her mind until after the quick kiss when Beth's
hands once again traced their way down her mother's breasts.

Julia, although frustrated, didn't say anything.  She figured this was
one "relapse" and that this particular situation didn't present itself
often enough to make a scene over.

But Beth enjoyed the game.  She thought the world of her mother and
tried to be like her in every way.  So it made her feel good that they
could play this game that she believed her mother liked, and she was
letting her mother know she loved her.  It never occurred to her that
the touching could have been considered wrong.

So it came to pass that Julia never corrected or scolded Beth for
playing their game.  And over the next few years, although it didn't
happen frequently, Julia didn't even mind anymore.  Beth never did it
when anyone else was around, and it was never worth it to her to upset
her daughter when they had such an otherwise enviable relationship. 
After all, Beth always listened to her mother and never caused her any
trouble.

It wasn't until Beth turned 12 and she was still playing the game that
Julia started thinking it was becoming too unnatural.  After all, when
she was in 7th grade like Beth she had kissed a boy for the first
time.  It wasn't with tongue, but at least she knew that she liked
boys and they gave her a feeling that girls didn't.  Any original
thoughts that it was a phase were quickly diminishing.  Julia was
pondering whether or not she should have a definitive talk with Beth
about stopping it.

In October of that year, Beth went to a boy-girl Halloween party. 
Julia didn't know if Beth had a boyfriend or not, although she was
hoping that she did.  Funny how her whole life she thought she would
dread her daughter dating but now she was actually rooting for it. 
Since it wasn't a sleepover, and Dan was away on business, Julia
stayed up and waited for Beth to come home.  It was 11:45 when Beth
walked through the door.

 "So how did it go?" asked Julia.

"Fine, mom," said Beth.  She looked a little tired, and a little...
something else, something that her mother couldn't pinpoint.

"Did the boys show up?" asked Julia.

"Yes, and we all watched the Exorcist.  It was so scary.  I think
Brian Daley knew I was scared because he came over and held my hand."

Julia was ecstatic at this piece of information.  "Really!  Do you
like him?" she asked.  "Is he nice?"

"He's very nice, Mom," Beth replied, smiling shyly, "I think he might
ask me out."

"That's great!  Your first boyfriend!"

"Aw mom!  Be quiet!  He's not my boyfriend.  Besides, I don't know if
he'll really do it."

"I'm sure he will.  You are very special."  Julia said, and looked at
her watch.  Now it's late.  You should go get ready for bed."

"O.K., mom," Beth said, giving her mom a hug and kiss and running
upstairs.  "Good night."

"Good night," Julia said, and smiled to herself.  Beth hadn't played
the game!  She had assumed correctly that the presence of boys in
Beth's life had brought an end to it.  Julia went up to get herself
ready for bed, and for the first time realized that she felt a tiny
bit sad that their little mother/daughter bonding game was over. 
Julia disrobed, slipped into her satin sleeping top and bottom, and
got into bed.

Before she had even fallen asleep, Julia heard a knock on her bedroom
door.  "What's wrong, Beth," she asked.

"I can't sleep mom.  I keep thinking about that movie."  

"Well, O.K.," said Julia, "what can I do for you?  Do you want me to
heat up some milk or something?"

"Can I just sleep in here tonight?  I wanted to talk to you about
something anyway."

"Sure, baby," Julia said, moving some of the blankets off the other
side of the bed.  "What is it?"

Beth crawled into the bed.  "I was just thinking, mom, that um, maybe
we should... stop doing, you know, the kiss game.  I think it should
probably just be for you and Dad.  You're not mad are you?"

Julia was touched; her thoughts were now confirmed and also
articulated.  "Oh, no precious.  I think it's good that we stop a game
now.  You're at that point of your life," she said, and kissed her
daughter on the forehead.

"Thanks, mom." Beth said.  They lay there for a few minutes not saying
anything before Beth said, "Maybe we should, um, do it one last time
so we remember what it's like."

Julia had no objections; in fact she thought it was kind of sweet that
her daughter was going to miss their bonding game.  So she turned
towards her daughter and kissed her on the lips, a mother to daughter
kiss, and waited for Beth to do her thing.

Beth knelt up in bed and placed her hands on her mother's shoulders. 
Except rather than a quick tracing of the breasts, Beth's hands moved
slowly down to her mother's nipples, then back up the breast and down
again.  Surprised, Julia looked at her daughter's face and noticed
something amiss.  "What's wrong, Beth?"

Beth, whose breasts had not developed yet, said, "Mom, are mine going
to be like yours?"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sure they are.  You're still a little young to have
them.  But someday you will."

"I want them to be like yours.  They are so pretty and big," said
Beth.

"Well thank you," said Julia.  

"Can I see them?" 

Julia hesitated briefly, wanting to make the right decision.  "O.K.,"
she said, and lifted up her satin sleep-top.

Beth was awed.  She had seen the developing girls her age in the
showers at the pool, and she had seen naked breasts on television
before, but her mother's were the most beautiful, perfect pair she had
ever seen.  Julia watched as Beth studied her mother's breasts for
almost a minute.  Then, without permission but not thinking it was
wrong, Beth put her hands on her mother's breasts and began to rub
them, caress them and feel their weight.

Julia lifted her head up immediately and said "Oh, Bethy I don't
know..." But Beth kept up the massage and even rubbed her mother's
nipples between her index finger and thumb, causing Julia to say, "oh,
shit" and lay her head back down.

Beth was fascinated with this new feeling.  Her mother's breasts were
cool, soft and heavy.  Her skin was very smooth and Beth ran her
fingers, palms and the backs of her hands all over.  She alternated
holding each breast with both hands (they were that big), she pushed
her mother's breasts up from underneath, and studied how hard she
could squeeze them and how much they wobbled when let go.  Then she
focused her attention and fingers back on the nipples, causing Julia
to emit an audible "unh."

"This is where baby's get milk from, right Mom?" asked Beth.  

"Uh, yes honey it is but you shouldn't..." Julia cut herself off as Beth
lowered her mouth onto her mother's nipple and sucked it in.  Beth
used one hand to tilt the breast in the direction of her mouth and the
other hand to continue massaging the other breast.  After about a
minute, she switched to the other breast.  When she was finished, she
sat up and said, "Did you like that, Mom?"

Julia had in fact enjoyed that encounter, but was equally mixed with
shock, embarrassment and fear.  She enjoyed the closeness of her
daughter and it had felt good, but there was more to it than that. 
"I... did like it honey, but it's not something we're supposed to do,
you know, I think that..." Julia didn't know what to say after that - as
she was searching for the words Beth said, "I know mom.  It was the
last time, remember?"

Julia, relieved that it was over, said, "You're right."  Let's go to
bed."

"Um, mom?"

"Yes Beth?"

"Do you think you could do that to me?  Just one time?  So I know what
it's like?"

Now Julia's head was spinning.  She knew the right answer was to say
no and stop this whole thing now, but it was as if she had given free
license to do this by framing the whole "new boyfriend, end of game"
thing in her mind.  She couldn't believe she was saying this: "O.K.
baby but we're going to bed after and then it's done."

Beth slid back down onto her back and Julia leaned over and lifted up
her daughter's nightshirt.  Julia propped herself up with her left arm
and placed her right hand where Beth's left breast would eventually
grow, moving it in massaging circles, and lowered her mouth to her
daughter's nipple, thinking "I can't believe I'm doing this, this is
so wrong."

Beth was expecting her mother to just suck on her tiny nipple the way
she did to her mom, like a baby does.  But to her great and unexpected
pleasure, her mother's full lips parted and her large, sandpapery
tongue emerged, flicking and licking Beth's nipple.  It felt wonderful
- tingly! Then Julia sucked the nipple in and rolled it between her
tongue and the roof of her mouth.  In sheer enjoyment, Beth began to
rapidly sigh.  She had not expected this!

Julia moved her mouth over to the other nipple and performed similar
oral ministrations on it as well.  She then made long tongue strokes
over each nipple (all the while Beth watching excitedly as saliva from
her mom's mouth dripped onto her chest and Julia washed it into Beth's
nipples).  Beth loved the way her mother's tongue felt so coarse that
it tickled the ends of her nipples.  Julia finished by rapidly
flicking alternating nipples, and gave each a long, firm suck.  Then,
kissing her daughter on the head, said "Good enough?"

"Wow" was all Beth could say, still breathing heavily.  

"Glad you liked it, sweetie.  Now let's go to sleep for real."  Which
they both did, but not before each realized that this had somehow
turned from something clinical and innocent into something that had
them both rather aroused...

The next morning neither said anything about what happened the night
before.  While Julia was making breakfast and Beth was in the shower
they both reflected on the incident.

 From Beth's perspective, last night was special but something she
didn't want to do again. Beth thought her mother had a beautiful body
and was very curious about it.  Over the years she had grown
comfortable touching her mother but now she knew that touching like
that wasn't appropriate.  She had wanted her mother to suck her nipple
just to see how it felt, but what Julia had done instead made her feel
funny inside - better than holding Brian Daley's hand.  She was hoping
this wouldn't make things weird with her mom, and vowed that she would
never play "the game" or do anything like that again.

Julia felt no remorse as well since she too was certain that last
night was the one and only time that ever happened.  In a way it made
her feel good that her daughter admired her breasts and gave her so
much attention.  At 32 Julia still had friends who were single and in
great shape.  She felt like she wasn't fun anymore, that she wasn't
attractive and that she was getting heavier every month.  She and Dan
had a good sex life still, but he didn't pay the same attention to her
that he used to; she blamed this on her increasing weight.  Julia also
anticipated feeling horrible about what she did in return to Beth last
night, but those feelings never came.  If anything she felt rather sly
about it since she knew her daughter enjoyed it and it didn't mean
anything.

Neither mother nor daughter ever spoke about the incident, but it
wasn't necessary.  It never had an adverse effect on their
relationship, and Beth's interests turned to boys from that point on.
They remained very close; there was never a taboo subject for
discussion.  Beth always took time to hang out with her mom, whether
it was shopping or concerts in the park or going to the movies.  Julia
watched her daughter grow into a beautiful, confident young woman. 
True to her mother's word, Beth's breasts blossomed to a lovely 34C. 
So Beth graduated high school and enrolled in the University of North
Carolina, all without ever playing "the game" with her mom again.

During finals week of her first year at UNC she got a call from her
mother to talk about her plans for the summer.  Beth said that she was
planning living at home (if that was all right with Julia) and trying
to get a summer job in the area as a lifeguard.  Julia was excited
that Beth would be around for the whole summer; she said she missed
having her around the house.  She asked Beth if she would be home by
the 15th.  Beth said she was getting home on the 14th and asked why. 
Julia explained that her Women's club was giving her a Volunteer award
at their annual banquet, and Dan was going to be in Northern Canada on
a fishing expedition with his friends, so she needed a "date."  Beth
gladly accepted, and they talked about what she should wear.

Beth anticipated being home late on the 14th, so by the time she got
there, Julia was already asleep.  She didn't see her mother until the
next morning at the breakfast table, when to Beth's surprise she came
in the back door sweating and wearing a baggy warm-up suit.

"Mom!  I didn't know you ran?" said Beth.  

"I didn't until shortly after you left for school," said Julia,
walking over to Beth and kissing her on the top of the head.  "But
welcome home!  I'd give you a hug but I'm all sweaty.  So what are
your plans for the day?"

"I was going to go shopping for a few things I needed for tonight,
want to come?" Asked Beth.

"Actually there are a few things I need to take care of around the
house," said Julia, "but have a good time.  Can you be back by 4:00?"

"Sure thing." And with that, the two went off to do their own thing. 
Beth went out and picked up a summer dress and dress sandals.  The
dress had a floral pattern and a neckline that drew more than a little
attention to her chest.

When she got home, Julia was getting ready in her bedroom, so Beth
took a shower and changed for the banquet.  When she was finally
ready, she walked out into the hall where her mother was putting on a
necklace while she waited.  Julia was wearing a turquoise top with a
white blazer and a white skirt. Beth looked at her and could not
believe what she saw.

"Mom?  Oh my god, you look amazing!" said Beth.  "How much weight have
you lost?"

Julia smiled and looked at her daughter, obviously flattered. 
"Actually I've lost almost 40 lbs."

"I'm so sorry I couldn't tell this morning with your sweats on.  How
did you do it?" asked Beth.

"After you left for school I was a little, I'd say `depressed' for
awhile.  Kinda the empty-nest syndrome.  I didn't want to tell you
about it because I figured you had enough problems being away at
school.  So I decided to feel better about myself.  I started eating
better and walking a lot.  I also became more involved in the Women's
club and around town.  Being busier actually made me more productive,
and helped me create more time for exercise.  After walking for a few
months I thought my old bones could take it..."

"Mom, you're 39, you're not old," interjected Beth.  

"...It's old to me... anyway, after a while I started running and then the
pounds really started coming off."

Indeed they had, and in all the right places, too, Beth noticed.  Her
mom's hips and legs looked skinny again, her butt looked muscular and
trim and the little fat under her arms was gone too.  Everywhere
except her breasts, which still looked absolutely perfect.  Beth was a
little jealous.  "I'll say," Beth said.  "Dad must be psyched."

"He has been enjoying it, I must admit. You know, they say an adult's
sex drive doubles with every ten pounds you lose," Julia said, with a
little wink.  "But enough about that, we should get going, we don't
want to be late!"

Beth found she was rather enjoying the banquet.  Her mother was very
popular that evening, the people were nice and the alcohol was free
flowing (with no I.D. check).  When the presentations started, the
main speaker made a big deal about Julia winning the award and even
made a compliment on how great she looked now.  Beth was so proud of
her mother, not only for receiving the Volunteer award, but because
she looked so awesome up there.  When Julia gave a quick speech and
thanked her lovely daughter for being her best friend, Beth wanted to
hug her so tightly.

The dance floor was opened up after the presentations.  Immediately,
the main speaker asked Julia for a dance, so Beth stayed at the table
and watched.  As the first song ended and the second one began, Julia
kept looking back at Beth, giving her looks like "will this guy just
give it up?"  Finally, during one turn, Julia motioned behind the
guy's back for Beth to come over and cut in.

Beth approached the two and said, "Excuse me Madame, may I have this
dance?"

Before "annoying speaker guy" could get a word in, Julia said, "why
certainly, darling."

Beth took her mother's hand and placed the other around her mother's
back as the two most beautiful women in the place began to slow dance
together.  Since they were both so well endowed, it was impossible for
them to dance without their breasts firmly pushing together.  Beth
enjoyed the moment: the closeness, the dancing, her alcohol buzz. She
was also quite unexpectedly enjoying the view right below her face -
her own sexy cleavage pressed into her mother's large breasts.

For the first time in many years, Beth recalled fondly the night of
the Halloween party and the events which immediately followed.  She
was a completely different person now, but she once again found
herself enthralled with her mother's bosom.

Although she did not consider herself truly bisexual, Beth had had
sexual encounters with two other girls in her life.  The first was her
best friend from high school; they had been drinking one night and
decided to "practice kissing" for the boys.  It became pretty hot, and
they ended up feeling each other up.  Then this past year at college,
Beth and her roommate Debbie stayed up one night talking about sex and
ended up getting each other aroused.  Debbie crawled in bed with Beth
and the two spent the rest of the night learning ways to make each
other come.  But neither girl had larger breasts than Beth, so she
still held a curiosity to touch a woman who did.

Meanwhile, Julia was in love with her daughter.  Not sexually, she was
just so proud at how beautiful Beth had turned out and how she was a
great person with whom she could always have fun.  Which is not to say
that she didn't notice and feel her daughter's full breasts pushing
into her own.  She thought it looked sexy and that any man in the
place who noticed it would surely think the same.  She felt very
comfortable; she was happy that Beth's young insecurities about her
body had not come true.

Julia raised her hand from Beth's side and touched her daughter's hair
and the side of her face.  "You're so beautiful, sweetie," she said,
and put her hand back.

"I... I swear I was just about to say the same thing to you, Mom," Beth
replied.  The two smiled and looked into each other's eyes.  As the
song ended, they kissed; not a long kiss, but not a quick kiss either.
 As they separated, Julia's hand trailed down her daughter's side and
took her hand, leading her back to the table.  They ordered more
drinks, and as they drank and talked to others around them they
continued to hold hands under the table.  Occasionally mother or
daughter would lightly caress the fingers or hand of the other.  They
finally let go as the speaker announced the end of the banquet and
asked everyone to drive home safely.

The two laughed and joked the whole way home.  Both mother and
daughter realized how special their friendship was and each considered
the other a best friend.  Beth talked about some experiences she'd had
with boys (but not the ones with girls), although nothing too graphic.
 Julia even gave rare insight to what her dating life was like before
she met Beth's father.

Although it was late when they got home, neither felt like going to
bed.  Julia suggested they have a glass of wine before bed.  So,
glasses in hand, they sat on the living room couch together, turned
inward so as to face each other.  As one glass turned into two and
three, their conversation became even more open and the laughter was
free flowing.

Each one thought they were sitting there laughing with the most
beautiful girl in the world.  Julia had taken off her blazer to reveal
her turquoise top, which Beth could now see was sleeveless and tight
fitting.  It made her mom's tits look absolutely enormous.  Meanwhile,
each time Beth shifted on the couch her summer dress would ride up a
little, and Julia couldn't stop staring at her daughter's thin, well
tanned and muscular swimmer's legs.  Julia thought about those long
legs ending at her Beth's ass and how she still could probably never
even dream of having an ass like that again.  Both had long since
flipped off their shoes, so when Beth crossed her legs her mother
followed suit and the two played footsies with their bare feet.  They
continued to drink, talk, laugh and caress each other's feet and
calves with their toes until finally the bottle of wine was gone.

Julia let out a long sigh and said, "Well, I suppose we should go to
bed."

"I guess," said Beth. "It's too bad.  This was such a great night.  I
had a great time."

"Me too," said Julia.  And with that, the two stood up, embraced, and
gave each other a soft, sweet goodnight kiss.  The kiss was entirely
close-mouthed, but lasted a good ten seconds.  As the embrace broke,
Beth placed her hands on her mother's shoulders, and traced her hands
down her breasts.  Turning to go away and smiling, Beth said,
"Goodnight, Mom."

"Hey you!" Said Julia.  "Do you think you're the only one who gets to
play the game?  Get back over here."

Beth walked back over to her mother.  They embraced, and when they
moved in to kiss, each kept their tongue behind loosely closed lips,
so at the first pressure their lips were parted and the tips of their
tongues were touching.  It drove a buzz-like electricity through both
of them, and although neither one moved their tongue at all, both
studied the feeling intensely to further savor the taste of a
mother-daughter tongue kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, Julia softly broke the kiss.  She
her hands on her Beth's shoulders, then slid her hands slowly down her
daughter's breasts.  When she reached the end, she turned her wrists
and pushed up on them, feeling their firmness and their weight.

"Um, mom?"

"Yes Beth?"

"Do you think you could do that special thing to me again?" Beth
asked, mocking innocence.  "Just one time?  So I remember what it's
like?"

"Do you think you would like that?" Julia asked, teasingly.

"Um, I think I would like it very much." Beth replied.  

"Well, then, I suppose just this one time," Julia said, smiling.  She
slowly lifted her daughter's sundress, watching as tanned inner
thighs, stringy white panties, a tiny flat belly and a full white
brassiere were revealed.  She made quick work of Beth's bra, and then
eased her back onto the couch.  Julia quickly knelt over her and
grabbed her daughter's bare, firm 34C tits.

For the second time in her life, Beth watched her mother's full lips
part and her large, wet, tongue emerge to flick and lick her left
nipple.   If Julia had been "aggressive" that first time, she was
"animalistic" this time.  Absolutely worshipping her daughter's tits,
Julia over-stuffed her mouth with them, sucking wantonly and rolling
the nipples with her fingers and tongue.  Beth was bucking out of
control, trying find her mother's thigh with her pussy to rub against.
 Julia alternated breasts and techniques, at times licking over the
entire breast or otherwise sucking and rolling her daughter's nipples.

"Mom," said Beth, "take your shirt off and kiss me."  Julia didn't
want to move from loving her daughter's tits, but the idea of having
her own bare breasts mashing into her daughter's as they kissed
spurred her along.  She threw off her top and her bra as Beth studied
hungrily her mother's beautiful "new and improved" body.

Julia paused only for a second before sliding back down onto her baby.
 The first thing Julia felt were her big tits pressing into Beth's. 
It was more erotic than she could have imagined.  Their mouths met and
instantly lips were parted as large, full tongues passionately licked
and loved each other.  Both mother and daughter moaned and stroked
each other's back, shoulders and hair.  Julia realized that this was
the first person she had French-kissed, other than her husband, in
nearly twenty years.  And he had never kissed her like this.

Beth reached down and squeezed her mother's ass.  Julia licked from
Beth's neck all the way up to her mouth, then took her daughter's
tongue in her mouth and sucked it like a cock.  Beth purred.  Julia
then ran her tongue back down her daughter's face, neck and back to
her tits.  Beth took advantage of this opportunity to reach down and
grab her mother's breast, kneading it with one hand while holding the
back of her mother's head with the other.

Although they were both now in the throes of passion, neither one knew
how far they were going to go.  Both of their pussies were soaked
beyond compare, yet neither were sure if they really wanted to touch
the other "that way", or if it would be even be appropriate despite
how far they'd already gone. Beth knew she wanted to come but was
thinking she would just grind herself to orgasm on her mother's thigh
if she got the chance.  Julia also wanted badly to come, but was
uncertain about how or whether or not she should try to make her
daughter come too.  She had never even been with a woman before, but
she was sure she would know how to do it.  She decided to make a small
move and see how Beth reacted.

As Julia started to lick and suck her daughter's tits again, she also
slid her hand down to Beth's legs and started rubbing them.  As she
moved her hand over her daughter's inner thighs, Beth jumped, in
ecstasy, and quickly rotated her hips so that Julia now found her hand
sliding under her daughter's panties and onto her incredibly damp
pussy.  There was nothing Julia could do but start rubbing her
daughter's clit with her thumb and sliding two fingers down along her
cunt and in and out of her pussy.  Immediately her hand was soaked.

"OH GOD MOM" was all Beth could blurt out.

Although she did not make any effort to stop, Julia was very concerned
about doing this and would have stopped instantly if Beth thought it
was going too far.  So she asked softly and with concern, "Is this OK,
sweetie?  Is this what you want?"

"MORE... THAN... ANYTHING..." Beth urged, as she threw her head back and let
her hand move up to cup her mother's breast.  Her breathing became
more and more rapid as Julia started working her daughter's pussy
faster.  Little groans escaped Beth's lips.

"That's it, baby, come for mommy," said Julia. 

The intensity and excitement of this whole encounter was too much for
Beth to hold out.  Upon hearing those words from her mother, Beth's
body immediately heaved and she grabbed Julia's shoulder, squeezing
hard enough that she left nail marks, and came.  Beth kept repeating
"Oh my god, oh my god" over and over.  Julia slowed down her
movements, allowing her daughter to enjoy her post orgasmic bliss.

"Did you like that?" asked Julia.

"Mom, that was the best," said Beth, still panting.  

"Mmmm, good," said Julia, and she moved back up on the couch to hold
her daughter.  The two beautiful women lay with their bodies entwined
on the couch for several minutes, their beautiful breasts touching and
smooshing together, giving each other light kisses as Beth came back
down.  When her daughter's breathing returned to normal, Julia said,
"We should go to sleep now."

"Not a chance, Mom," Beth said,  "Until after you've had your turn." 
Beth pushed her mother up so she was sitting erect on the couch, then
got and the floor and crawled up between her legs until she was at
breast level.

Julia began to protest, saying that she really didn't need a turn,
when Beth put her finger on her mother's lips and said "Shhh.  I want
to."  She kissed her mothers chin, neck, shoulders and sternum.  Then
she took her mothers large tits in her hands and looked at them
longingly saying, "Mom, you know you have the most gorgeous tits in
the world."

Julia said "Thank you, baby" and started to drift off, watching her
daughters hands massage, study and play with her breasts and nipples.

Beth, whose tongue was much larger than the last time she did this,
lowered her head to her mother's nipple and playfully licked it, then
sucked it in her mouth.  Literally everything she knew about this she
learned from watching her mom, who when Beth was 12 years old sucked
and licked her tits better than anyone ever would.  Beth used the same
alternating techniques as her mom and paid extremely close attention
since she didn't know if she'd ever get to do this again.  She wanted
to remember and savor every detail of her mother's breasts: the
rubbery feel of the nipple, the soft bumps of the areola, the soft
folds that fell through her clutching fingers.  She kissed, licked and
sucked for several minutes before sliding her hands down to the top of
her mother's skirt.

"Oh Beth..." sighed Julia, as she watched her daughter slide the skirt
off.  Her panties came next, and Beth took special care to touch as
much of her mother's legs as she could during their removal.  Beth
then ran her hand up her mother's calf, to her inner thigh, and then
turned he palm up and cupped her mother's bushy pussy.  "Oh, Beth, oh
yes," cooed Julia.  Beth made her hand flat, lowering her middle
finger and using it to slowly move up over Julia's clit and then down
and up inside her.  Beth's juices immediately began to flow again as
she realized how amazing and hot it felt to have her finger up her
mother's pussy.

"Ooohh... Unggh... YES..." was all Julia could say.  Beth kept going in and
out, in and out, faster and faster, until she thought her mother was
ready to come.  At that instant, she slowed down, causing her mother
to miss her orgasm.  "Baby!  What's wrong?" Begged Julia, as Beth was
now only lightly rubbing her mother's pussy.

"Nothing.  I just wanted to try this," said Beth, moving her face in
towards Julia's dripping cunt.  She planted a kiss right on her labia,
and immediately had her mother's juices and aroma all over her face. 
Beth realized that she and her mother smelled exactly the same.  Julia
moaned and writhed with pleasure as her daughter sucked on her clit
and lapped at her pussy.  She used one hand to push her daughter's
head closer and the other to play with her own breast.  Meanwhile,
Beth was having a feast on her mother's clit.  But because of the way
Julia was sitting Beth was having difficulty sliding her tongue up
inside her mother, which she badly wanted to do.  "Mom, come get on
the floor," she said.

"Oh, OK, is everything all right?" Julia asked as she hurried off the
couch and onto the floor.

"Yes, I just want to do you better," said Beth.  "Here, get on all
fours." Julia got down on her hands and knees, and Beth crawled up
behind her and placed both hands on her ass cheeks.  "Raise you ass a
little for me Mom," Beth urged.  Julia did the best she could, and
Beth immediately re-attached her mouth to her mother's pussy.  As she
ate her out, Beth moved a hand underneath her mother to squeeze her
breasts and nipples.

Beth then plunged her tongue deep inside her mother, wriggling her
tongue and tasting as much as she could for both of their pleasures. 
Each time she did this, Beth's nose would brush against her mother's
asshole, and Julia would jump and shudder from the combination of
sensations.  Beth tried to gauge when her mother was going to come,
but Julia's body was a constant trembling mass and barely intelligible
words were all that were coming from her mouth.  So Beth let go of
Julia's tit and reached around her leg to vigorously play with her
mother's clit as she tried to lick her to orgasm.  It didn't last long
after that.

Julia screamed a true scared-shitless-sounding scream that momentarily
frightened Beth.  Her body bucked like a bronco and Beth had to hold
on tight to keep her face to her mother's pussy.  Julia came hard. 
Her body continued to tremble and shake as Beth slowed down and
eventually stopped her licking her mother.  With Julia still on her
hands and knees, Beth crawled up next to her mother and stroked her
now-sweaty back, planting kisses all over her.

"Oh, baby, thank you so much, that was incredible," said Julia, "I
can't move."

"Mmmm... You're welcome.  I love you mom."  

"I love you too.  God, you are the best."  

As Julia knelt there with her head down, trying to catch her breath,
Beth gave her mother little kisses over her sweaty body, then blowing
lightly over the same spot.  Julia purred in approval.  Beth kissed
her way back down her mother's body to her ass again.  Remembering the
response she got when her nose brushed against her mom's asshole while
she ate her, Beth leaned in and kissed it softly, then gently blew on
it.

"Ooooh," Julia cooed. 

Beth let out a little giggle, and then spread her mother's ass cheeks
with her hands.  She had never seen anyone's rectum this closely
before, nor did she think she'd ever want to.  But she felt incredibly
slutty and didn't want to hold back on anything tonight, so she stuck
out her tongue and licked from the end of her mother's pussy up to and
around her pink rosebud asshole.

Startled, Julia raised her head and said, "Oh, no sweetie, you don't
have to do that!"

"No, I want to," said Beth, dropping her head and licking the same
trail again.

"Uuhhh...ooohh... are you sure?" asked Julia. 

"Mmmm-hmmph," said Beth, her face now buried in her mother's ass.  She
traced descending spirals with her tongue around her mother's
sphincter, gently pushing in, then flattened her tongue and ran it up
and down over the puckered anus.  The coppery taste was not completely
pleasant, but that only turned her on more and made her feel like
complete whore.

"Oh, that feels so good!" said Julia.  

Beth put the tip of her tongue on Julia's asshole and let saliva run
down it and pool there.  She took her index finger, ran it through the
saliva, and then pushed it up into her mother's ass.  Julia grunted in
pleasure as Beth wiggled the finger around and fucked it in and out. 
Then she added her middle finger.

"OW!!! Oh god, oh yes!" cried Julia, as Beth leaned in and licked her
mother's asshole around the two fingers she repeatedly jammed in and
out.  Beth kept this up for another two minutes before she figured her
mother couldn't take any more.  When she withdrew her fingers, her
mother knelt up and embraced her.

"That was unbelievable," said Julia, "I never thought I would've liked
that!  Are you O.K.?"

"Oh Yeah," said Beth.  Then in her most seductive voice she held up
the two ass-fucked fingers and said, "Wanna taste?"

"Beth! That's disgusting!" said Julia.  She looked into her daughter's
eyes and saw the wanton look in her eye.  Suddenly she grabbed her
daughter's arm with two hands, at the elbow and the wrist, and slurped
the two fingers in her mouth.  She slobbered all over the fingers like
she was blowing her husband.  She licked in the valley between the
fingers, up and around and under the nails.  She, too, noticed the
coppery taste of her own asshole and thought it unpleasant, but like
her daughter it made her feel sluttier and it got her pussy wet again.
 Running her tongue up and down her daughter's fingers, Julia said,
"I'm so sorry.  I have to come again."

"God, mom, you are making me so hot!" said Beth.  "Here, I have an
idea.  Debbie showed me this."  Beth started helping her mother back
up on to the couch.

"DEBBIE?  Your roommate Debbie?" Asked Julia.  "Are you a...?"  At that
thought Julia began to lose her enthusiasm... suddenly she was worried
she was dealing with an uneven playing field, that perhaps her
daughter was using her.

"Not at all mom.  We just tried a few things one night," said Beth,
smiling, which eased Julia's tensions.  And with that Beth had Julia
sit on one end of the couch.  Then Beth sat on the other end and took
her mother's still-trembling leg and lifted it over her own.  Then she
slid down so the two were in a "scissors."  Julia was unsure what to
do from this position, but as Beth started sucking her toes, she
became more aroused and just did what came naturally: rubbing her cunt
against whatever she could - in this case, her daughter's pussy.

The two busty beauties looked each other deeply in the eyes as they
continued to grind love mounds.  Pussy collided with pussy; clits and
labia rubbed into each other in a furious mixture of muscle, sweat and
their own wetness.  Each one kept thinking that the fact they were
mother and daughter made this completely hot and nasty.  When Julia
moved one hand down to her mound to rub her clit, Beth followed suit. 
Out of everything that had happened so far, it turned Beth on even
more that her mother was now pleasuring herself unabashedly as she
watched.  With their free hands they steadied themselves from the
grinding.  They called out to each other, encouraging themselves on to
climax.

"Yeah, come on, mom.  Do it for me," urged Beth.

"Mmm baby, rub your pussy all over me," replied Julia.

Suddenly the waves of orgasm tore into mother and daughter at the same
time.  They cursed and screamed and squeezed one another to enjoy
their climaxes to the last possible second.  When the last of their
energies gave out, Julia slid down the couch and into Beth's arms. 
The two shared a warm, deep tongue kiss and fell asleep, legs
intertwined, breasts together, beautiful naked body to beautiful naked
body.

Beth awoke on her stomach the next morning to a pleasurable sensation.
 In her last dream she really had to go to the bathroom.  But as she
tried to roll off the couch, she realized there were hands on her ass.
 As she groggily put the memories back together from the previous
night, she realized that her mother was awakening her by tonguing her
asshole.

"Uhhhh! Good morning Mom!" Beth exclaimed.

"Good Morning, sweetie!" said Julia, momentarily removing her face
from her daughter's ass.  "I loved when you did this to me last night.
 I thought I would return the favor.  Is this something you did with
Debbie?"

"OOOH!  Mom... so good... No, I'd never done it before... Unnngh!" said
Beth, as Julie stuck a finger in her daughter's ass,  "Just something
I wanted to try with you."

Julia returned to licking out her daughter's asshole.  Beth could feel
that now familiar touch of her mother's large, sandpapery tongue all
over her crack.  Beth just about died from disbelieving pleasure when
her mother forced her tongue up her anus.  She could feel her mother
re-adjust her body and spread her ass cheeks wider to get her tongue
in as far as possible, wriggling it the whole time, all for her. 
Julia then replaced her tongue with a finger, and began licking lower,
around the entrance to Beth's pussy.

"Oh God!  Do me mom!  Do me!"  Begged Beth.  

Julia rotated her daughter over onto her back, and stuck a cushion
under her daughter's rear.  "Your father uses that technique," Julia
said, then wasted no time plunging her mouth onto her daughter's
pussy.  She licked and flicked Beth's clit; she ran her flat rough
tongue up and down pausing only to repeatedly fuck her tongue into her
daughter's cunt.  She fucked her daughter's ass with fingers from her
right hand.  After several minutes she focused her tongue work solely
on her daughter's clit.  She used her left hand to pound fingers up
into Beth's womb.  That's when she looked down and saw she was rapidly
pumping her wedding ring and wedding band in and out of her daughter's
pussy.   It was too much.  She withdrew her right hand fingers from
Beth's asshole, and used the shitty, smelly fingers to play with
herself.  When Beth realized her mother was doing this, it put her
over the edge and she started screaming, "I'm coming MOMMY!"  Needless
to say, hearing her 19 year old daughter calling her mommy and telling
her she's coming sealed the deal for Julia too, who came in a fury of
fast finger work as her daughter's wetness splashed her face.

When it was all finished, Beth lay on the couch for a while and Julia
sat on the floor.  Both were breathing heavily and both knew they were
physically unable to do anything else.  But neither knew what to say
to get the ball rolling down the road to normality.  Finally, Julia
said, "Coffee?" And mother and daughter shared a good laugh.

*****

"... and she made me breakfast.  We showered and everything, you know,
separately, and then my friends came over because we were supposed to
go to the beach," said Beth.

"And!!!" I said.

"And what?" said Beth.  "We never did anything like that ever again."

"But did you at least talk about it?" I asked.

"Not... really, I mean we checked and made sure each other was OK with
what happened, but we never, like, made any deals or anything."  Said
Beth.

"Holy Shit.  I mean Holy Fucking Shit.  That has got to be the hottest
thing I have ever heard."  I said.  "So you left it open ended?"

"I guess.  I mean, there were a couple of times since then when we
could have done something, I suppose, but we never did.  I think we
would have to be that, like, same combination of drunk and curious and
horny." She said.

"So the last time you talked to her it was like nothing happened?" I
asked.

"Well, not like nothing happened.  More like, nothing happened that we
are ever going to admit to anyone.  But we both know.  And sometimes
when we shoot each other `knowing glances' at a joke or a reference to
how cute some guy is, I know she is thinking about it."

"Unbelievable.  You realize how hard I am going to fuck you now, don't
you?" I asked.

"I have an idea," said Beth, "I had to slow down several times during
the story to keep you from coming."  And with that, Beth moved up
closer to me and moved my cock from her hand to her pussy.  We were
both extremely aroused and our sex took no time whatsoever.  But I
couldn't help but think, especially as I stuck fingers in her ass,
that her mother had preceded me in that venture, and I could never be
as good in her eyes.

*****

Epilogue:

My sister Cates called me just before I left for school that year. 
She wanted to make sure I would be home for her graduation.  I told
her I wouldn't miss it for the world.  This time I didn't ask her what
she wanted for a present; I had a pretty good idea.  Although she had
a special request from me: she asked me to bring home "the bra" from
our little encounter at my high school graduation party.  I asked her
what for, but she wouldn't tell me.

I got home a couple days before Cates' graduation.  She had plenty to
do with all of her friends in terms of partying and finals and all
that goes along with that time of year.  So I didn't see her much
until right before she was leaving for her graduation.  I was sitting
alone in the kitchen as she walked through.  She was wearing a
beautiful tight fitting yellow sundress that really showed off her
breasts.  As she was walking to the door she said, "The ceremony
starts at 6.  Take your car, don't go with Mom and Dad.  Meet me at
the cafeteria entrance at 5:30."  Before I could ask her what was up,
she winked and walked out the door.

So my mind was racing while I waited at the cafeteria entrance to my
old high school.  Everyone was gathering on the other side of the
school for the graduation.  Cates then emerged from the building
wearing her graduation gown and carrying a small bag.  "Hi," she said,
"I was wondering if you could give me a ride home after."

"Sure," I said.  "But why did I have to meet you all the way over here
for you to tell me that?"

"So I could give you this," she said, and handed me the bag.  "I'll
see you after."  Again she winked, and ran back into the school.  Just
as soon as I wondered if maybe she wasn't interested in our little
"activities" anymore, I looked in the bag to find the following: her
sundress, her sandals, her panties, and a little note that said, "I'm
wearing the bra." I instantly got hard and looked to see if I could
still catch her, but she was gone.

I could barely make it through the ceremony, watching her walk
barefoot to her seat, giggling with her friends, getting her diploma,
the whole time knowing she was naked underneath her gown except for a
bra that was covered with my long ago dried come.  She looked truly
beautiful.  I was worried my parents might notice my arousal with all
the seat shifting I was doing.

After the ceremony I picked her up in the drop-off circle and she
greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.  She told me that the post grad
party was at her friend's house, and that she'd asked Mom and Dad to
head over there after the ceremony to help set up.  So we headed back
to our house.

Once inside, we began kissing right away.  I hurried her up to my bed,
laid her down, and slowly unzipped her gown to just past her tits. 
She was in fact wearing the bra, which was a little small for her now,
but it just made her cleavage look even more impressive.  I unclasped
the bra and proceeded to kiss and suck on her tits, rubbing them all
over my face.  Cates just lay there and cooed her approval.

Now came the time to decide how far I wanted to go.  Despite the
blowjob/handjob she'd given me at my graduation party, I'd never
wanted to do anything with her pussy, it just didn't seem right since
she was my sister.   I slowly unzipped a little more of her gown, and
she began writhing and purring "mmm... yes, yes."  When the gown was
fully unzipped, I looked for the first time at my sister's completely
naked body.  Despite that fact that her legs had a very similar shape
as mine which made me feel a little weird, she was utterly beautiful. 
And she was making no effort to hide or cover up her pussy, so I knew
what I needed to do.

I slid her gown off and lifted her legs up onto my shoulders.  Cates
began to moan my name over and over as I lowered my mouth onto her
pussy.  When my tongue made contact with her clit, she shrieked and
her body spasmed.  I furiously worked my tongue and fingers in her
pussy and I sucked on her clit.  Cates was in sheer ecstasy and
couldn't keep her hands still, moving them from my head to gripping
the sheets to playing with her own tits.  She came in no time.

As she was catching her breath, I kissed my way up her body.  She
played with my hair as I sucked on her nipples.  I too needed relief,
so I undid my pants and slid them off.  Cates saw this and began
breathing quickly again.  I took my cock in my hand and she told me I
was bad.  "Let me know if this is OK," I said, and swiveled my hips,
thrusting my cock inside her pussy.

"Oh, GOD FUCK ME EDDIE, YESSS!" she screamed.  Being her big brother,
and a gentleman, I had to oblige her.  I pounded my cock into her
pussy repeatedly for several minutes until I was sure she'd come. 
When I was ready to burst I pulled out and shot my come all over her
chest.

Cates, catching her breath again, looked down at her come-covered tits
and said "Eddie, I love when you do that so much!  I feel so slutty!"

"I know you do, that's why this time I brought this," I said.  I
reached under the bed and pulled out a Polaroid camera.  We took a few
pictures of each other, some with her holding my cock up next to her
tits.  Of course we cleaned up the jism with her bra, and took
pictures of that too.

I then lay down next to her and we shared a long kiss.  When it was
over, I asked, "So that was all right?"

"Of course," she said.  "I've wanted to fuck you for the longest time.
 I just didn't think you wanted to."

"Well, I guess we know what we want now," I said.

"Yeah, I guess so.  You want to go again?" she asked.

"I love you." I said.

"Mmmm... I love you too," she said, as we pressed out naked bodies into
each other, and slid our tongues in each others mouths...




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