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