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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 16) [Asian, F/f, Incest (Mother-Daughter), Toys]
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Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 08:10:03 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

Chapter 16:  The Mother & Daughter Reunion

Cat was trying to remain calm, but panic was quickly
setting into her mind.  This was the last thing she
needed right now.

It wasn't in its place.  Of all things in her room,
this was the one thing she was usually the most
careful about.  She was sure she had left it right
here, under her bed, where she always kept it.  The
box that normally held it was still there, but it was
empty. 

The vibrator was missing.

She glanced around her bedroom quickly, hoping that
she had just accidentally set it down somewhere.  She
reassured herself that she just forgot to put it away.
 It was probably just sitting somewhere waiting her to
find it.  Unfortunately, she felt like she was just
joking to herself.

She stood in her bedroom and tried to logically step
through things.  When did she last see it?  This
morning.  She took it to the bathroom with her so that
she could wash it off.  It was a normal enough routine
for her, a practiced effort that rarely went awry.  

Her eyes glanced quickly to the bath towel hanging off
the back of her chair.  That was where she always hid
it when she made these trips.  

She hurried across the room, plucked the towel up and
shook it around; expecting the vibrator to drop out of
the folds it was hidden in.  But nothing happened.

"Shit."  She mumbled to herself.  This wasn't good.

She glanced across her desk, maybe she'd put it down
there and in her rush to get out of the house, she
forgot to finish putting it away.  She scoured the top
of the desk, checking underneath the day to day rubble
that had been accumulating.  But still nothing.

The panic was growing in her mind as she dropped to
her hands and knees and checked underneath the desk. 
Maybe it had just fallen when she put her towel down
to dry.  Nothing still.

She dropped down the floor, pressing her face against
the carpeting.  She peered into the dark shadows at
the far corner of the desk and thought she could see
something.  That was it.  It just fell and then rolled
back there.  No big deal.  She could feel the panic
subsiding now.

She stretched and strained to reach back to the far
corner, finally managing to snag it with the tips of
her fingers.  With a little jostling, she managed to
get a grip on it and pull.

There was a loud thud on the desk above her head and
the panic reasserted itself with a furious intensity. 
What she had found was just the extension chord to
some piece of electronic equipment that sat on her
desk.

"Shit.  Shit.  Shit."  

She sat up quickly now, again trying to make sense of
the predicament she found herself in.  She was feeling
dizzy from the stress and could feel her heartbeat
racing.  She tried to calm down, she knew she couldn't
think this through logically if she let her body
dictate her reactions.

As a last ditch effort, she pulled open the desk
drawers and glanced inside of them.  There was a
chance, as remote as it might be that she might have
accidentally tucked it away in there.  She wasn't
surprised when it still didn't turn up.

Cat stood up in front of the desk and tried to recall
her footsteps even further back than this morning's
shower.

"Dad."  She mumbled to herself.  She hadn't forgotten
what they did this morning.  Her showing off her body
to him.  Watching him masturbate himself.  Finally
sucking him off and feeling him cum in her mouth.  She
remembered all of that extremely clearly.

But there were other details that came into a clarity
that she hadn't had before.  She was sure he saw the
vibrator this morning.  She could remember the look on
his face while he stared at it on the floor.  Maybe he
came in and took it?

It was a logical conclusion, but it didn't seem
likely.  Her father just didn't operate like that.  If
he had a problem with the vibrator, he'd never take
it.  He'd want to sit down and talk to her about it so
that they could discuss it and work it out properly. 
He was a discussing type of guy.

So it was a possibility that he had it.  That he was
going to talk to her about it later.  In the pit of
her stomach that seemed incredibly unlikely.

She concentrated even further, retracing her steps
back.  The only other person who knew about it was...

"Angela!"

She also remembered her little sister's late night
visit in equal detail.  Angela had snuck into her
bedroom in the middle of night, spouting hard to
believe stories about her encounters with their
father.  At first, Cat found the story to be hard to
believe, but the young girl had quite graphic details
that no normal third grader could possibly have
imagined up.

Cat still wasn't exactly sure why she went ahead and
did what she did the night before.  She told herself
that she had just gotten caught up in the moment. 
That she just wanted to answer the questions that her
younger sister had.

Deep down she knew the truth was probably closer to
her just enjoying providing pleasure to the younger,
less experienced girl.

Angela could have snuck in here while she was out. 
Taken the vibrator for herself.  It made more sense
than the idea that Dad might have taken it.

Cat shook her head at implications of this, the most
frightening of them all was, she could end up hurting
herself with it.  Cat was sure she could never forgive
herself if that happened.

She rushed out of her bedroom and up the two flights
of stairs, bringing herself to the open door of her
little sister's bedroom.  She looked into the room for
a moment, trying to puzzle out where an eight year old
would hide a neon pink vibrator.  The absurdity of the
situation might have made her laugh, if it wasn't
entirely real.

As she moved into the bedroom Cat decided the best
place to start would be under her bed.  If she took
it, she might be trying to copy what Cat did with it,
which just might mean hiding it in the same spot Cat
did.

Peering under the bed, she didn't see anything.  No
clothes, no toys, no stuffed animals, and, most
importantly, no dildos.  The couple of dust bunnies
that had taken up residence didn't seem to be willing
to offer guidance either.

Cat frowned as she glanced around the room.  It was
almost entirely spotless.  Nothing out of place, no
mess to speak of.  Her eyes fell on the closet door as
the next likely place to check.

Opening the door she was greeted by the same neat and
orderly arrangement as the rest of the room.

"Looking for something?"

Cat jumped, startled by the voice.  When she got home
and saw Dad's car gone, she assumed that she was alone
in the house.  It was an assumption that seemed
reinforced by the darkness of the place.  Up until
now, there hadn't been a sound other than the ones she
created herself.

"Hm?"  Her mother was standing in the doorway of
Angela's bedroom, holding the pink vibrator in her
hand, lightly tapping in the palm of her other hand. 
"Cat got your tongue?"

Fight or flight.  Cat felt cornered and she didn't
have an answer.  She didn't even know where to start. 
On one hand, she was relieved that she now knew where
the vibrator was.  On the other hand, its current
location was less than desirable.

"Well?"  Sara stared at her daughter, keeping her face
still and emotionless.  "It's the only reason I can
think of why you'd be tearing apart your sister's
bedroom."

Fight or flight.  Flight was the instinctive reaction.
 Deny everything.  Deny knowledge of the vibrator. 
Claim you were looking for some misplaced piece of
clothing.

Somehow that didn't seem like it was going to work.

Fight or flight.  Fight was the only option left.  Mad
that an implicit privacy was violated.  Mad that this
seemed like none of her business.

"That's mine."  Cat started back at her mother, doing
her best to keep her voice from breaking under the
stress.  "Where did you get it?"

"Calm down."  A small, understanding smile started to
appear on Sara's face, further confusing Cat.  "I'm
not mad at you.  Disappointed, maybe, but not mad."

Cat blinked at her mother, this turn of conversation
was unexpected.  She had anticipated being in the
middle of a screaming match by now.  At least that was
the usual schedule of these conversations.

"Where did you get it?"  Sara held the pink dildo out
towards her daughter.

"I bought it."  Cat reached a hand out and slowly took
the toy back from her mother.  The situation felt four
kinds of weird and she really wasn't sure how much
information she should voluntarily give up.

"You bought it?"  Sara's eyes went slightly wide at
the reply.  "Who would sell a penis shaped vibrator to
a teenage girl?"

"I bought it in the city."  The words had only just
left Cat's lips when she realized the question had
been more rhetorical in nature.  She knew her answer
was a mistake even before her mother heard it.

"You went into the city?"  Sara replied slowly, almost
mechanically.  "And you went somewhere and bought
that."

Fight or flight.  Fight or flight.  Cat felt even more
trapped now.  She wasn't sure how to reply to this. 
She'd asked to go into the city before and her parents
always said no.  Now she just admitted having gone
there without their knowledge and fully aware that
they wouldn't approve.

Sara just shook her head slowly, "Well, that's a topic
for another conversation, young lady.  I'm sure your
father will want to be around for that one."

Cat felt a slight bit of relief at that, but not much.
 At least she wouldn't have to talk about that now and
maybe later her father would be more reasonable about
it.

"Right now, we need to talk about a few other things."
 Sara took a step back, out of Angela's bedroom, then
turned and headed in the direction of her own bedroom.
 "Come with me."

With her mother's gaze finally off of her, Cat felt
the energy to roll her eyes.  With the situation
diffused, she felt a bit more of herself coming back
to her.  She felt better prepared to assert herself.

"First of all, you need to take better care of your
toys."  Sara said as she stepped into the bedroom.  "I
don't want to find that anywhere where your sister
might find it."

"Okay."  That seemed a reasonable request.  It also
seemed like she wasn't planning to take it away from
Cat.  

"Second of all," Sara sat on the edge of her bed.  "I
want to talk about what you and your father did this
morning."

Cat was only slightly surprised by this.  She figured
her mother would find out about it eventually.  She
just didn't figure she'd know about it so quickly.  Or
react so calmly.

"Then," Sara added, her voice still even and calm.  "I
want to talk about what you and your sister did last
night."

Now that seriously surprised Cat.  She honestly didn't
think mom would find out about Angela and herself. 
But then if Angela came blabbering about what she had
done with their father, it only made sense that she'd
talk about the rest too.

Cat stood in the doorway and nodded slowly.  She felt
like she was the other woman in some soap opera. 
Being confronted by the wife of the husband she had
tried to steal.  Only this seemed much worse than any
of those.

"Your father told me what happened."  Sara nodded
slowly, letting her voice ease to a more reassuring
tone.  "And no, I'm not mad.  So don't start freaking
out on me.  Just answer me honestly, did you enjoy
it?"

Cat glanced around the room, looking everywhere but at
her mother.  She could feel her cheeks growing hot. 
She felt incredibly uncomfortable and just wanted to
run away.  She had a feeling that even if she did, the
conversation would just follow her.

"Yes."  Cat replied meekly, finding a framed picture
to stare at.  It was a picture that had taken right
after Angela was born.  She could remember getting
dressed up and riding out to Sears to have it done.

"Well, that's good."  Sara smiled.  "I was worried
that you only did it because you thought you were in
trouble or something."

Cat continued to stare at the picture, as she shook
her head no.  She continued to focus on her memories,
to try to keep her mind distracted, away from the
uncomfortable conversation.  

She was eight at the time and she remembered walking
proudly through the aisles of the store.  Dressed in
the yellow and white dress and thinking that she must
look like a movie star.  Wanting to make sure that
everyone else had a chance to see her.  She wondered
whatever had happened to that dress, she had misplaced
the memories of it in the intervening years.

"Your father enjoyed it too."  Sara admitted.  "I only
wish I had been there to see it happen."

Cat remembered the photographer trying to coax a smile
from Angela.  Everything he tried didn't seem to work.
 Finally, after what seemed like a hundred pictures,
the photographer was happy.

"Cat?" Sara inquired, concerned now.  "Are you okay?"

Cat glanced at her mother now, startled out of her
thoughts. "Uh, yeah."

"Were you even listening to me?"  Sara frowned now. 
She was use to this sort of ambivalent reaction from
her eldest daughter, but she considered this
conversation too important for the norm.

Cat nodded quickly now, recognizing the annoyed tone
in her mother's voice.

"Let me have that for a moment."  Sara pointed to the
pink vibrator that Cat still held.

Cat glanced at her hands for a moment, surprised by
her mother's request.  "Um, sure."

She stepped across the threshold, fully entering her
parent's bedroom, and extended her hand, holding the
neon pink toy out to her mother.

"Thank you." Sara smiled as she picked the vibrator
up.  "So you used this on Angela?"

"Uh, yeah, sort of."  Cat watched as her mother looked
the toy over slowly, looking it from one angle and
then another.  Like it was a car she was about to buy
or something.

"Did she like it?"

"She didn't complain."  Cat really wasn't sure how to
answer that.  Angela seemed to have liked it.  But she
wasn't one hundred percent sure.

"Did you put it inside her?"  Sara raised an
inquisitive eyebrow as she spoke.

"No!"  Cat quickly protested, honestly feeling
offended that her mother would even suggest such a
thing.

"That was probably for the best."  Sara's voice was a
bit apologetic now, maybe even with a hint of
approval.  "I don't think she's ready for anything
like this."

Cat nodded slowly, not really knowing how to reply to
that statement.

"Have you had it inside you?"  Sara's voice was even
softer now, still inquisitive, but more motherly.

"Yes."  Cat twitched and fidgeted, she was trying to
keep her embarrassment from showing.

"So you liked giving your father a blowjob?"  Sara
leaned back on the bed, relaxing.  Trying to show her
daughter that she was more than comfortable with the
subject matter.

Cat stared at her mother for a moment; she had never
heard her mother speak like that.  It almost seemed
like a challenge, like she was testing Cat to see what
her reaction would be.

"Yes."  Cat nodded.  "He was just staring at me and
jacking himself off.  It felt kind of good to have
that kind of effect on him."

"Oh, really?"  Sara smirked now, "a girl after my own
heart."

Cat frowned in confusion.  She wasn't sure what her
mother was trying to say.  She wanted to ask about it,
but the look on her mother's face made her think
twice.

"So you helped your father cum."  Sara mused, rubbing
her upper lip with a thoughtful finger.  "But he never
did anything for you.  That's kind of rude."

Cat glanced around the bedroom again, trying to find
some sort of semi-balance of reality to grasp onto. 
The conversation had taken a sharp turn right into the
Twilight Zone.

Sara just stared at her daughter for a long moment
before speaking.  "I bet you've been aching all day
too.  All wound up with no release?"

With a sharp turn of her head, Cat's attention focused
fully back on her mother.  This wasn't the sort of
discussion she was use to having.  She even questioned
whether she was actually hearing properly or not.

"I know that feeling."  Sara closed her yes for a
moment, trying to recall a specific moment, to
translate her thoughts properly.  "The unfulfilled
want.  The need for release.  There's an ache deep in
the pit of your stomach.  It sits there for so long,
you just get use to it."

The words resonated in Cat's mind, echoing the
feelings she already felt.  For a change, it actually
felt like her mother actually understood what she was
feeling.

"Baby?"  Sara opened her eyes as she turned the
vibrator on, the soft hum of it underscoring the room.
 "Will you let mommy make it better for you?"

Cat was stunned, recently most conversations with her
mother degenerated into a fight.  They could never
agree on anything.  But at this moment, the first time
in a very long time, Cat could actually tell that they
understood each other.

"I know you're nervous."  Sara murmured, reaching out
and running the vibrator over her daughter's knee. 
"Hell, I'd be nervous too.  But a lot of things have
changed in the past couple of days.  There's no reason
why you should be left out of it."

"What..."  Cat swallowed, trying to make her voice
sound more self assured.  She hated looking weak. 
"What's happened?"

"You know about your father and your sister."  Sara
shrugged as she started to move the vibrator lower,
using the tip of it to trace her daughter's calf
muscle.  "And you and Angela, of course.  Angela and I
had a little fun too.  The little minx is turning into
a sex animal."

Cat watched her mother's hand as the vibrator moved up
again, moving back over her knee.  

"Then this morning Ben came in here while I was still
asleep."  Sara smiled as she remembered the events of
the morning.  "I guess you could say he took advantage
of me, but like you said, I'm not complaining."

"You and Ben screwed?"  Cat's eyes shot back to her
mother's face, looking for some confirmation.

"Oh, yes, we did."  Sara smiled even more, moving the
vibrator up her daughter's leg, dragging it against
her thigh muscles.  Stopping just below the hem of
Cat's short black skirt.  "I have to say it was
great."

If it wasn't for Angela's confession, this news would
have been too much for Cat to handle.  But now, it all
seemed to make sense.  Little pieces of the puzzle
clicked into place.  She finally felt like she had a
full picture of what was going on in the house.

"So," Cat's voice was tentative, uncharacteristically
meek.  "You're not mad about what Dad and I did?  Or
what I did to Angela?"

"Heavens, no." Sara almost laughed.  "I'm kind of
happy about it, actually."

"Then I guess you know about the movie theatre too?" 
Cat's voice remained low and soft, confessing things
that she didn't ever expect to.

"Yes, your brother told me what he saw."  Sara moved
her hand higher, slowly lifting her daughter's skirt
as the vibrator continued up her thigh.  "You have to
promise me that you'll be more discreet in the future.
 I know what the thrill feels like, but you're walking
a dangerous path."

"Yes."  Cat nodded slowly, feeling even more nervous
as her mother's hand moved up her leg.  The tip of the
vibrator was only inches from her pussy now, the
vibrations traveling along her skin enough to tease
her.  "I'll be more careful."

"Good."  Sara lifted the vibrator away from her
daughter's flesh, moving it to almost the same spot on
her daughter's other leg.  "That's all I ask."

"So," Cat bit her lip for a moment, trying to phrase
her words properly.  "If I want to, I can sleep with
Dad?"

"Umhm." Sara nodded slowly, sliding the vibrator down
her daughter's leg, circling her knee.  "And Ben if
you want.  If they want to too, of course."

Cat nodded in reply, the possibilities to this seemed
endless now.  Her mind reeled as she thought about
having the chance to feel her father's cock inside
her.  It was something she had imagined in the past,
but never actually considered a possibility until now.

"Enough talk about later."  Sara drew the vibrator up
faster now, running it along the inside of her
daughter's legs until it was nestled up against her
pussy.  Cat's skirt still provided a small amount of
modesty, but Sara could see by the look on her
daughter's face that the vibrator was in the desired
spot.

Cat gasped as she felt the familiar buzz rock her
lips.  She spread her footing slightly, wanting to
feel more of the toy touching her.

"Right now." Sara purred up at her daughter.  "I want
to talk about you and I."

"These past few years," Sara slowly rolled the
vibrator, making sure that she kept her daughter as
stimulated as she could.  "You and I haven't really
gotten along.  I can remember us fighting more than
actually talking."

Cat blushed heavily, embarrassed in equal measure by
both the feelings her mother was creating in her body
as well as trivial arguments that seemed to dominate
the past.

"I just assumed that that was because you were getting
older.  You know, being a teenager."  Sara moved her
hand so that just the tip of the vibrator was pressed
against her daughter's pussy, moving it back and forth
slowly.  Since the skirt still blocked her view, she
had to try and imagine where her daughter's pussy
started and ended.

With the pulse of the vibrator concentrated against
her flesh, Cat instinctively reached out, placing her
hand on her mother's shoulder for support.  She gasped
and threw her head back, blankly staring up at the
ceiling.

"But your father said something this morning."  Sara
wasn't sure if her daughter was even still listening
to her, if she could even hear anything, but that
didn't matter.  "He made me realize just how alike we
really are."

Cat panted as she felt the vibrator move off of her,
taking with it the delightful passion she'd felt
building.  She glanced down at her mother, a look of
intense disappointment on her face.

Sara withdrew the neon pink dildo from under her
daughter's skirt, bringing it up to her own face.  She
held eye contact with Cat as she passed in under her
nose, absorbing the pungent smell of sweat and juice
of her off spring.

"Mmmm." Sara murmured in approval.  "You smell like
you're really wet."

Cat gripped her mother's shoulder tighter, fighting to
keep from begging for more attention.  Instead she
just barely managed to nod, the pleading look in her
eyes betraying her attempt at stoicism.

"Show me."  Sara commanded in a whisper.

Cat moaned at being denied further, she wasn't use to
taking commands like this.  She felt the urge to
argue, but a more overwhelming urge overtook her.

Sara licked her lips as her daughter reached down and
lifted her short skirt.  Sara's eyes went wide when
she saw that her daughter's bare flesh.  Her lips
glistening with cream, the skin crimson and enflamed
with excitement, with just the barest hint of dark
black stubble.  Her clit poked out erect, like the
bobbing head of an exhausted swimmer, struggling for
air.

"You went out without panties?"  Sara stated the
obvious as she continued to stare at her daughter's
exposed flesh.  "You must really have been naughty
today."

Cat's only response was a low moan of frustrated
desire.  She needed release, she wanted her mother to
recognize it and do something about it.  Or, at the
very least, let her go so she could do something on
her own.

Without bothering to ask permission, Sara leaned
forward, sticking her tongue out and running it down
the length of her daughter's pussy, stopping only when
her nose was pressed hard against her daughter's hips.

"Yesssss." Cat hissed as she threw her head back
again.  The touch of someone else on her innermost
flesh was something she had been craving since late
last night.  Since her sister's fingers had clumsily
attempted to explore her.

Sara ran her tongue back up to the top of her
daughter's pussy, using the tip to prod her clit free.
 Her lips wrapping around it and gently sucking on it,
her tongue continuing to rub against it.

Cat's fingers let go of the skirt hem, her hands
quickly moving down and grabbing her mother's head. 
Her fingers wrapping around her short black hair and
hanging on, making sure she wouldn't pull away and
leave her unfinished again.

As a warning, Sara let her teeth graze her daughter's
clit.  When that didn't loosen the grip on her hair,
she nibbled at it, just hard enough to get her
daughter's attention.

The slight, sharp pain startled Cat, pulling her
attention back.  Her hands blindly pulling back, out
of her mother's hair.  

"Wow."  Sara looked up at her daughter in surprise;
cream covered her cheeks and nose.  "You really are
all worked up."

"Yes."  Cat was barely able to moan the words,
in-between panting breaths.

"I think we can take care of that for you."  Sara felt
an odd combination of her motherly instinct and
lasciviousness, enflamed by the scent of her daughter
that now filled the room.

"Please."  Cat's voice was barely audible now, a
whimper of lust begging to be sated.

"Let's get you undressed."  Sara stood up, her hands
reaching out for her daughter.  Out of respect for her
ego, she pretended as if she didn't hear her
daughter's pleading.  

Sara kissed her daughter, lightly on the lips.  A
small reassurance that mommy would be sure to make
every thing alright.  That Cat only had to suffer a
little while longer.

"I like how tight this shirt is on you."  Sara
appreciatively ran her hands down the center of her
daughter's chest, her fingers playing lightly across
the taut cotton t-shirt.  Her fingers gripped the
bottom hem and pulled the white shirt up and over her
daughter's head, casually dropping it on the floor.

A small shiver ran across Cat's chest as her mother
looked her over.  Her breasts were milky white, with
just the slightest hint of an almond cr�me color. 
Just slightly more than handfuls, but probably with a
little growing left to be done.  Sara resisted the
urge to touch her daughter's nipples as enticingly
small, dark and pert, already stiff and aroused.

Sara's fingers tenderly running down the side of her
daughter's breasts, then underneath them, before
meeting in the center of her chest again.  The light
touches caused goose bumps of pleasure to spread
across her breasts.

Mother and daughter stared into each other's eyes as
Sara's fingers drifted down over Cat's stomach, deftly
moving around her belly button, before taking hold of
the dark skirt.  With one quick movement, the skirt
was unlatched and the zipper drawn down.  Sara's
fingers relaxed, letting the skirt drop to the floor
around Cat's feet.

"Lay down on the bed for mommy, baby."  Sara whispered
into her daughter's ear as she slowly drew back her
hands.

Cat leaned in closer, for just a second, just long
enough to give her mother a small peck on the lips. 
She never turned away from her mother, just backing up
until she could feel the edge of the bed behind her
legs.  Then sitting down, trustingly staring into her
mother's eyes the entire time.

Sara started unbuttoning her blouse, slipping it off
her shoulders with a casual ease.  Her breasts, only
slightly more ample than her daughter's, still
managing to jiggle within the confines of the dark
brown bra she wore.  It wasn't a fancy or lacy affair,
just a functional one.
 
Dropping the blouse onto the floor, her hands slid
down to her waist, finding the button of her jeans. 
She wiggled her butt out of the tight denim and pushed
them the rest of the way down her legs, letting them
rest on the floor next to her daughter's skirt.

Cat's face was glazed over in anticipation as she
watched intently.  She could see the moist spot in the
center of her mother's tan panties, causing her
anticipation to build even further.

In one quick motion, Sara reached for her panties,
sliding them down and stepping out of them one foot at
a time.  Cat was surprised to see how thick and full
her mother's bush was, but she wasn't surprised to see
how much of the dark hair was matted down by moist
excitement.

"Now then." Sara walked towards her daughter and the
bed.  She leaned past her daughter and picked up the
pink vibrator that continued to buzz unattended on the
quilt.  "We won't be needing this."

Sara clicked the vibrator off and put it back down on
the bed, still well within reach should the situation
change.  She treated with a sort of reverence that she
hadn't provided to the clothes scattered on the floor.

Cat bit her lip nervously as she watched her mother
move.  She wasn't sure what to do, if she should start
anything.  She wasn't even sure when a good time to
start would be.

"Here, baby, help mommy."  Sara sat down on the edge
of the bed, next to her daughter, and then turned so
that Cat would have easy access to her back.  "Take
mommy's bra off for her."

Cat tentatively reached up, touching her mother's bare
flesh for the first time.  Her finger tips starting at
the small of her back and following her spine up to
where the two ends of her bra met.  She pulled the
fabric together, slipping the hooks from their
holders, letting the bra go slack.

"Mmmm." Sara groaned as her daughter slipped her
fingers under the straps, pushing the bra off as she
rubbed the small red welts the fabric had left.  The
fingers followed the straps up and over her shoulders,
pushing them off of her.

Cat's fingers didn't stop at her mother's shoulders,
instead the flowed over the rise and back down her
chest.  Cat pressed herself in closer, pressing her
own breasts against her mother's back as she reached
down and cupped her mother's breasts in her hands.

"Mmmm, that feels nice."  Sara moaned, leaning her
head back against her daughter, enjoying the feel of
her fingers.

Cat was very familiar with her own breasts, making it
easy for her to feel the subtle differences in her
mother's breasts.  They were larger, heavier, they
seemed to droop slightly, not like her own that were
still firm and pert.  

Sara arched her back, pushing her chest further into
her daughter's hands.  The slow massage she was
receiving felt exquisite, not rough or clumsy like her
own husband could sometimes be.  

Cat moved her fingers up, toying with her mother's
nipples.  She couldn't see them, but they felt long
and hard in her hands.  She imagined just how
sensitive they probably were, her fingers moving even
more carefully to keep from hurting her.

Sara held her breath as she felt Cat's fingers explore
her nipples.  The urge for air seemed to amplify the
sensations her daughter was bringing her.  Her lungs
started to burn with the need for air, finally causing
her to gasp out.  "Cat..."

Cat leaned her head closer as her mother started to
thrash her head back and forth.  She waited patiently,
her fingers continuing to roll her mother's nipples up
and down.  Then, when she saw her opening, she took
it.

Sara was barely aware of her daughter's movements
before Cat pressed her lips to her mother's mouth. 
Sara eagerly opened her mouth as Cat's tongue pushed
its way in.  Cat's fingers starting to pinch her
mother's nipples now, as their tongues entwined and
rubbing against each other.

The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, both their
tongues growing more energetic as they danced
together.  Cat's pinching growing harder, now pulling
at her mother's nipples, feeling them bounce and
spring back into place when she released them.

Sara finally broke the kiss, pulling away from her
daughter.  She panted for air as she attempted to
catch her breath, suddenly feeling even older when she
saw that her daughter wasn't even breathing hard yet.

"Did I do something wrong?"  Cat's voice was tinged
with nervous apprehension, as if she thought she had
somehow burned out her mother's arousal.

"God, no." Sara still panted; she leaned back and
motioned her daughter closer.  "Come over here and
suck mommy's nipples."

"Okay."  Cat smiled as she crawled across the bed,
curling up next to her mother.  She brought her mouth
close enough to exhale across her mother's left
nipple, causing Sara to mewl and shake with pleasure.

Sara wrapped an arm around her daughter, pulling her
closer.  Her hand reached down and cupped one of Cat's
butt cheeks, her fingers slowly starting to massage
it.

Cat lifted her leg and laid it across her mother's
legs, pushing her hips against her mother's side,
grinding her pussy against Sara's skin.  She stuck her
tongue out and started to tease her mother's nipple
using just the tip of her tongue.  Alternately
touching it and pushing it about, before blowing on it
to dry her saliva.

Sara squeaked a moan as she felt her daughter writhe
against her, the warm wet feeling spreading across her
leg with each grind.  She squeezed Cat's ass tighter,
trying to encourage her.  "Baby, suck mommy's nipples
like you use to.  Stop teasing mommy."

Cat smirked for just a second before she put her lips
around her mother's rigid nipple.  She held it in her
mouth for a moment before starting to suck on it, her
tongue continuing to rub against the sensitive flesh.

Sara couldn't help but scream at the feel of Cat's
warm mouth wrapped around her teat.  She moved her
hand between her daughter's cheeks, moving a finger to
press against the young girl's puckered anus.  With
just the slightest bit of pressure, Cat's muscles
relaxed and the tip of her mother's finger wiggled its
way into her.

The totally unexpected insertion made Cat's eyes go
wide.  She held her mouth on her mother's nipple as
her body grew accustomed to the new tingling she was
feeling in her butt.  It was unlike anything she had
experienced previously.

Sara felt her daughter's body go stiff for just a
moment and then relax.  Her mouth sucked with a
renewed enthusiasm.  She pushed her finger further
into Cat's butt, moving it around slowly, feeling her
muscles clench and release against her thin digit.

Cat sucked one last time, harder than before, and let
her mother's breast pop out of her mouth.  She writhed
even harder against her mother's body, grinding her
pussy as hard as she could.

"Holy!"  Cat screamed out, pushing her butt back
against her mother's finger.  

"You like that, don't you, baby?"  Sara pulled her
finger slightly out before pushing it back in, with
each thrust slipping just a little further inside her
daughter.  "You like when I play with your butt, don't
you?"

"Oh god, oh god..."  Cat's breathing was coming in
pants, matching the rhythm of her mother's finger. 
"Mom, it feels incredible!"

"Baby, you can touch mommy too."  Sara kept pumping
her finger in and out of her daughter while her other
hand reached for one of Cat's.  She took her
daughter's hand by the wrist and led it between her
legs, resting it on her bush.  "See how excited mommy
is too?"

Cat groaned out an affirmative reply, her fingers
already parting her mother's matted hair.  The
moisture coming off of Sara felt like steam rising off
her body as it weaved it's way between Cat's fingers. 


Sara spread her legs open as she felt her daughter
hardly pause, two of Cat's fingers pushing their way
between her mother's lips, swishing around before
pulling out and thrusting them back inside.  Sara's
hips rocked instinctively, trying to meet each of the
thrusts as they came.

Cat's mouth went back to her mother's breast, her lips
engulfing the nipple.  She sucked like a starving
newborn as her tongue thrashed wildly against the nub
of ruby flesh.

Sara moaned out a scream, pulling her hand away from
her daughter's butt.  She knew she was close to
orgasm, but this wasn't how she wanted to get there. 
She had another plan in mind for that magical moment.

Cat continued to grind wildly against her mother,
still sucking with vigor.  Sara pushed her daughter
back, forcing Cat's hand out from between her mother's
legs.  The pause was only brief at best, as Cat
immediately turned back, her greedy hands reaching for
her mother's pussy again.

"Hold on!"  Sara pushed her daughter back a second
time.  She rolled away and slid off the edge of the
bed before Cat could attack her again.

Sara looked back to the bed to see her daughter
writhing, her fingers quickly moving to touch herself.
 One hand reaching under herself, vainly trying to get
a finger back into her butt.  The other hand quickly
burying itself in her pussy.

"Cat!"  Sara shouted, trying to get her daughter's
attention.

The sudden shout startled the teenager, causing her to
freeze in place, glancing around in frustrated
confusion.  

"Just give me one minute."  Sara whispered
apologetically.  "I have something special I want to
do.  I promise you'll enjoy it."

Cat nodded slowly, a small mewl escaping her lips. 
She fought back the urge to continue touching herself,
instead resigning herself to lay on her back, as still
as she could.  

Sara, now satisfied that her daughter wasn't going to
continue with out her, quickly crossed the bedroom and
opened the closet door.  She stood on the tips of her
toes, stretching to reach a dark box on the top shelf.
 She pulled it down and walked back to the bed.

She glanced at her daughter once more, before opening
the box and taking out a flesh colored dildo, one that
was almost as large as she remembered her own father's
cock being.

"Mommy is going to make love to you with this."  Sara
smiled as she held the toy up for her daughter.  She
narrowed her eyes slightly, an inquisitive look on her
face.  "Would you like to do that?"

Cat's eyes followed the motions of the toy, tracking
the movements of her mother's hand.  She glanced at
her mother's face after a second's hesitation and then
nodded, "Yes, mom."

"Good."  Sara smiled, "Because I really want to use it
on you."

Sara reached into the box again and, to her daughter's
surprise, pulled out a dark leather harness.  Without
saying another word, she stepped into it like it was
just a plain pair of panties she was planning to wear.

Cat lay on the bed, entranced by her mother's
preparations.  She watched as Sara slipped the dildo
into the harness, positioning the smaller side of it
so that it was inside her own pussy.  Her mother made
a small, barely noticeable moan as it slipped inside
her.

Her hands then moved carefully, finding small buckles
that Cat would never even have noticed.  Tightening
the harness in place until it looked like the dildo
was almost part of her natural body.  

Cat blinked as she processed this newly discovered
aspect of her mother.  She never could have imagined
that her parents even owned such a thing.  She wanted
to know what they had used it for before, but she knew
this was neither the time nor the place for questions
like that.

Sara moved the box to the floor and then crawled back
onto the bed, the dildo bobbing obscenely as she
moved.  She kneeled close to her daughter and smiled
down at her.

"Baby?  I want you to suck it like you sucked your
father's cock this morning."  Sara's voice was raspy
now, not bothering to hide the anticipation she was
feeling now.  "It needs to be good and wet before we
can use it."

Cat nodded slowly, closing her eyes and opening her
mouth, just like she had been this morning.  She felt
her mother move the dildo so that it was just barely
touching her lips.  Cat's mouth opened further, her
head leaning up just slightly more.  Just enough for
her to take the tip into her mouth.

"Mmmm."  Sara moaned, watching her daughter suck on
the toy.  "Perfect."

Cat kept her eyes closed, just like she had done with
her father.  She moved her mouth along the length of
the plastic, her tongue tracing the ridges and bumps
that made up the fake veins that lined it.  The smell
of her mother's sex was overwhelming now, the sweaty,
musky scent pushing its way into her nostrils and
further on into her soul.

Cat opened her eyes just barely, opening her mouth
fully at the same time.  Her mouth moved back up to
the tip of the dildo, before taking the whole length
deep into her mouth.

"Baby, you look like a pro doing that."  Sara was
honestly surprised at the skill that her daughter
seemed to be exhibiting.  "No wonder your father
enjoyed it so much."

The praise caused a small smile appeared on Cat's
face, sneaking its way around the dildo that was now
buried to its hilt in her mouth.

Sara pulled her hips back slowly, "I think it's plenty
ready now."

Cat nodded slowly, her body shivering with
expectation.  She watched as her mother crawled around
the bed, positioning herself between Cat's legs.

"Ready?"  Sara leaned in over her daughter, their eyes
meeting and holding the gaze.  "If it's too much for
you, just say so."

"I'm ready mom."  Cat licked her lips as she nodded;
she met her mother's gaze unflinchingly.  Something
that hadn't happened for as far back as either of them
could remember.

"Okay, baby."  Sara smiled reassuringly.  "Take
mommy's cock and guide it inside you."

Sara leaned her hips closer, her hands planting on the
bed to either side of her daughter's head.  The tip of
the cock just barely grazing Cat's waiting opening.

Cat reached down with two hands, one took hold of the
shaft of the dildo, and the other parted her own
hairless lips.  She pulled the dildo closer, signaling
her mother that she was ready.

Without breaking eye contact, Sara slowly moved her
hips closer to her daughter.  She could feel the
resistance on the dildo, which she could only assume
were Cat's inner walls flexing to accept it.  She
could see her daughter's face contort slightly for
just a moment, then a gasp of pleasure.

Sara pushed forward slowly, easing more of the length
into her daughter.  She continued to stare into the
depths of Cat's eyes.  Feeling a closeness with her
daughter that she hadn't imagined was possible.

Cat wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but she found no
breath to power her words.  She could feel the dildo
moving deeper and deeper inside her.  She stared up
unblinking at her mother's face, feeling like time had
just stopped.

Sara pushed the last length of the toy into her
daughter, amazed that she could handle the whole
thing.  Sara felt complete when their hips met and
their flesh touched again.  The moment was perfect,
exactly how she had imagined it would be.

"Oh god, mom."  Cat finally panted out, feeling the
tip of the plastic cock buried deep inside her.

"Do you want to stop?"  A flicker of self-doubt passed
across Sara's expressions.  Concern that maybe she had
read the situation entirely wrong.

"Don't you dare!"  Cat shouted out, her legs moving up
and wrapping around her mother's hips, keeping her
from retreating.

"I wouldn't dream of it."  Sara leaned in closer,
resting her body on top of her daughter, their breasts
meeting as Sara kissed her daughter lightly.

Sara leaned up, watching her daughter's face closely
again as she flexed her hips back.  The dildo
withdrawing to half its hilt before Sara pushed her
hips back in.  The dildo sheathing its way back inside
her daughter.

Cat moaned, her legs stitching tighter behind her
mother's back, squeezing Sara's hips between her
thighs.

Sara started to pick up speed as she pulled back and
reared back in, pushing the dildo fully into Cat
again.  Sara pulled back and thrust again, picking up
speed with each movement.  

Underneath her mother, Cat thrashed back and forth on
the bed.  Her hands pounding at the bed beneath her,
then suddenly reaching up and pulling her mother down
to her.  She pressed her mouth to Sara's face with a
fierce, primal energy.  

 Sara opened her mouth to her daughter's advances,
their tongues sparring for a moment, until Cat threw
her head back and screamed out.  Her arms locked
around her mother, hanging onto her tightly as her
whole body shook.

Sara just remained still as she felt her daughter's
orgasm thunder through her body.  The sensations
setting off tremors of her own, her loud moan joining
Cat's in a chorus of pleasure.

After a long moment, Cat's body spasmed one last time,
then went still.  Her limbs finally relaxing as she
fell back down to the bed.

Sara followed suit, tumbling to the side of her
daughter.

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"Cat?"  Sara asked, while stroking her daughter's hair
slowly.  "Are you awake, honey?"

"Umhm."  Cat purred, the feelings of elation still
echoing in the ends of her nerves.

 "Good."  Sara stroked Cat's hair so that it no longer
blocked her ears.  "I want to tell you a story."


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