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                    Story: THE VISIT

                         Part 1


   This story does not have a particularly happy ending. What happened
here eventually caused a mother to disavow the affections of her
daughter. The tragedy may appear to be slight on the surface, but the
long term implications are possibly devastating. We do not dwell on the
negative, however, nor is this a morality play; the purpose of this story is
otherwise.

   Janet Abruzzi had been divorced for 10 years. Her marriage had been
stormy at best, but when her husband,George, had gotten wind of an
affair Janet was having with his business partner's wife he became
livid with jealousy and anger and set about to gather proof with an
aim to dumping her and getting custody of the children. Janet had
always been a little too wild for his tastes anyway, and now seemed
like a good time to make the split he felt was in his and the children's
best interests. George's religious fervor led him to believe that Janet
was evil and a bad influence on the children.  At one point George got
the opportunity through subterfuge and actually walked in on his wife
and her girlfriend while they were sexually engaged and at that point
demanded an immediate divorce.

   Following a bloody court battle during which George won custody of
the children, but which allowed his wife visitation rights, Janet moved
from Chicago to a small suburb of Los Angeles and got a good job
selling real estate. There she started a new life and became active
in a number of civic activities in addition to her successful business
ventures. Although she never again married she did continue a number
of relationships with both men and women. During this period the three
children, two girls and two boys, all finished school and left home.

  Karen Lubanski, Janet's younger daughter was now married and living with her 
husband, Harold, in Chicago. It had been more than 3 years since Janet and 
Karen had seen one another although she talked on the phone almost
every week with Karen as she did with the other three children. Karen's
husband was in the service and had just been shipped overseas for his
third six-month tour of duty. That wouldn't have been a problem except
that Karen had just had her first baby 3 months previously.  Sensing
this could cause some problems, Karen's husband suggested they invite
her mother to come stay with her while he was away. That's how this all began.

   Karen was 12 years old when her parents divorced and she continued to
live with her father who was granted custody. Her father was a strict
catholic and continued Karen's upbringing in this manner sending her
to parochial schools. It wasn't until she was 16 and almost graduated
from high school that Karen was even allowed out on a date.

   As such, sex with boys was not a major activity in her life. On the
other hand, however, she had discovered the solitary vice at the age
of 14 and engaged in that practice on a regular basis. It was a sort
of skeleton in her closet which she looked upon as evil but necessary.
She first learned about masturbating through reading about it in the
pornography her brothers used to hide in their closet and which she
would sometimes sneak into when no one was around. She also read about
it in the teenage sex manual her father had given her. Being shy, she
decided against asking her father about the subject and turned instead
to her sister, Catherine, who was 3 years older than she. Catherine,
the bold one in the family, went beyond mere words in explaining the
subject to Karen and proceded to demonstrate what for her it was all
about and how to do it. That's all it took. Karen tried it and was hooked
from the first time. She found it exciting and relaxing. The downside,
however, was that it left her with a sense of guilt which the nuns at
school had instilled in her about sex - especially masturbation, a
mortal sin. No matter, she thought, every once in a while I just have
to do it or go crazy. In addition to this, her mother had taken the
opportunity on a number of occasions during summer visits to discuss
sex with her and finally managed to dispell the idea that Karen's
masturbating was sinful and immoral.

   Having been assured that she wasn't crazy and that it was a
healthy, normal practice, Karen pursued masturbating regularly. It was the
one thing in her life that was wholly her own and she enjoyed the
secretiveness of it. She would often revel in the idea that she, known as
a quiet, retiring and shy young woman, could be so wanton and abandoned as
to engage in jacking herself off. Who would imagine such a thing! On the
whole, Karen considered herself just ordinary with the usual likes and
dislikes of a normal teenager as she perceived a normal teen to be. One
instance, however, left an indelible mark on her memory and was to
make her question her so-called normality and ultimately change her life.

   As a new wife a whole new world of joy was opened up for her.
Her husband was a gentle and ardent lover and led her into a new area
in her life that she found wholly pleasurable and fulfilling and
although she continued to masturbate regularly her main sexual
activity was centered around her husband - in person and in fantasy.
Still, there was one dark corner in the sexual part of her life that
she kept buried and wouldn't dream of discussing with anyone.  When
she was 17, Karen had spent her last regular summer vacation under
court order with her mother in California. It was during this visit
that Karen got a glimpse of a very disturbing and puzzling side of
her nature.

   Late one evening during that visit, Karen returned home from down
the street where she had been visiting with the neighbors. She entered
the house quietly thinking her mother was asleep and not wanting to
disturb her. When she got upstairs and was tip-toeing past her mother's
bedroom she happened to notice through the half opened door that the
bed stand lamp was on and the room was bathed in a soft subdued light.
She thought that maybe her mother was just reading before going to
sleep, but a soft, low moaning sound gave her the impression that her
mother might be ill. Growing concerned she decided to see if there was
anything she could do in case her mother needed help. As she silently
stuck her head around the side of the door and peeked into the room
she was greeted with a most unexpected sight which shook her greatly.
There, in plain view, was her mother sitting astride the thighs of
another woman approximately her mother's own age that she had never
seen before. Karen was so dumbfounded by the spectacle that she was
unable to move. Both women were completely naked and obviously under the
spell of great sexual arousal. As she stood there staring she became
aware of the almost overpowering aroma of perfume mixed with sex odor.
She also noticed with surprise that she was getting very sexually excited
- it was the first time in her life that she had ever witnessed other
people having sex live. As Karen remained rooted to the spot watching
intently, her mother used the thumbs and fingers of both hands to
roughly pull and twist her turgid nipples while the woman she was
straddling reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands from
underneath and squeezed them. Suddenly and without warning her
mother turned her head and looked directly at Karen. Her expression
was one of such animal lust that Karen would never forget it. She
was mortified and wanted to run, but as if in a nightmare she was totally
powerless to move. As mother and daughter continued to stare at each
other Janet began to cum and her body went absolutely rigid as the
orgasm hit its zenith. She did not avert her eyes, however, and this
had the effect of keeping Karen's gaze locked to hers. As the powerful
waves of climax began to surge through her Janet once again began
to manipulate her nipples as her body started to spasm over its entire
length. The orgasm finally began to subside and her mother flopped
forward on the other woman and began to fiercely kiss her thus breaking
the visual spell with Karen who then gathered all her strength and turning,
stole off down the hall to her own room on rubbery, shaky legs.

   Her movements slow and deliberate, as if in a trance, Karen removed her
clothes and crawled under the sheets naked without bothering to put on
her the nightgown she usually wore. She then became consciously aware
of how sexually aroused she was. She was astounded to discover that her
cunt was flooded with a massive effusion of juice. Without giving it
another thought, she lowered one hand to her sopping pussy and furiously
masturbated herself to a thunderous orgasm as she used her other hand to
yank and pull on one of her swollen nipples. The vision of her mother's
lovely face twisted gruesomely in sexual rut swam before her tightly
clenched eyelids as her orgasm ripped through not only her body but her
very soul as well. Immediately, her entire being literally dove into
an exhaustive sleep.

   The next morning it was as if nothing had ever happened the night
before. From that day on it was never referred to; not a word was 
ever been mentioned of the affair. It got to a point where Karen even
began doubting that the incident had ever taken place. From then on,
however, the vision of her mother leering at her in her totally abandoned
sexual hunger haunted Karen. When awake, she could usually force the
vision of her mother's face away. Asleep, it was a different matter. She
dreamed now and then of the incident and always woke up from the
dream in an aroused state and unless she relieved herself by jerking off
right then and there the dream would leave her listless and bothered for
hours to come. Try as she might, Karen could not get the occasional
picture of her mother in the throes of sexual frenzy from coming back
unbidden. 

   Since being married there were occasions when her husband would be away
and she wold be alone. When the sexual tension would reach a high point
and there was no relief she would succumb to masturbating herself as she
had before she was married.  On many occasions the source of her sexual
tension was just natural and while masturbating herself she would
fantasize mainly about her husband. Often, however, as she neared
the point of orgasm her fantasy would change and she would find
herself fantasizing against her will about her mother. At these times,
the point of orgasm was always accompanied by the sight of her mother's
face twisted in sexual rut from that one occasion. Afterward she would
feel relieved that it was over, but was also overcome with the usual strong
sense of shame and guilt. Sometimes she would try to just stop frigging
herself by getting up and doing something else to take her mind off of it,
but found that she couldn't concentrate until she had finished the job. So
she would return resignedly to playing with herself until it was over.

   On a couple of occasions Karen became concerned with her preoccupation
with her mother and considered seeking professional help if for no other
reason than to assure herself that she wasn't crazy. The sense of shame
and embarrassment attendant with sharing this with another person, even a
professional, prevented this, however. At those rare times when she would
allow herself to consciously consider the situation, Karen could admit to
herself that it was indeed unusual for a daughter to be somehow
consciously attached to her mother sexually. She decided that she was not
in love with her mother either sexually or romantically, but that there
was some sort of attraction that was acting on her. She also concluded
that she was not a lesbian because the thought of having sex with another
woman didn't seem to effect her one way or the other; she wasn't excited
about the idea, but neither was she repulsed by it. That her mother might
be a lesbian bothered her at first until she realized that people needn't be
just one way or the other, but could enjoy both hetero- and homosexual
activity. The acceptance on her part of bisexuality was a blessing to her
for it allowed her to justify her mother's life style.

   As to the nature of her attraction for her mother, Karen continued to
be mystified. That Janet was a beautiful woman there was no doubt;
everyone said so, even her father. She was beautiful to look at even at the
age of 42. Karen had always wanted to have the beautiful long wavy blond
hair and sleek build that her mother possessed. It gave her an air of
confidence and poise that most women didn't have. Instead, Karen had
inherited her physical characteristics from her father. She was overly
tall at just a fraction of an inch under six feet. She was also just
slightly on the "big" side as other members of the family used to chide
her about. At one time she thought about pursuing a career as a model
because of her height, but was told by people in the know that she was
not thin enough although she was not overweight. They said she had big bones.
She also had the dark Italian looks of her father. She had olive hued
skin which tanned very nicely and beautiful, shiny black hair with
haunting dark eyes. Nature had also been kind to her in the bosom
department where it had skimped on in her mother's case. Karen had a very
full bust which measured a 38C. It was not just that she had large
breasts, but rather that they were spread out and covered her entire
chest and were firm almost to the point of hardness. For one so
full-breasted it was unusual that she didn't need to wear a bra, but did
so nonetheless out of an inate sense of modesty.

   The one thing that she did share with her mother, though, were two of
the largest nipples she had ever seen. Her mother, although not nearly
as bosomy as Karen, also had enormous nipples and areolae and passed
these on to her daughter. Unlike Janet's pinkish brown teats, Karen's
were a dark purple hue, almost black in color and curved slightly upward.r
Her husband Harold said it was her most sexy feature and would devote
hours to fondling, kissing and sucking them. Karen was not adverse to
this attention because her breasts, and especially the nipples, also
like her mothers, were extremely errogenous. Although she never told
anyone this because she considered the practice to be somewhat perverse,
when masturbating she would use her free hand to play with her nipples
sometimes to the point where she would quit frigging her pussy and
use both hands on her breasts. On rare occasions she could even make
herself cum by pulling and twisting her nipples. When she got married
and discovered the almost overwhelming sensations created by having
someone suck her tits she tried it once when alone and discovered that
she could easily get her big nipples and areolae into her own mouth.
>From then on this became a regular part of her masturbatory technique
and she almost always would orgasm while sucking on her own breast.

   At this point, Karen, of course, was not totally aware of the
similarities both women possessed with respect to their physical
sensitivities. She was aware that she was her mother's daughter in a
number of respects, but that in others she no way resembled her. Where
Janet's personality was often effervescent and outgoing, Karen was shy
and somewhat introverted. This was inherent in her character and was
often taken wrongly for weakness. Karen had a strong sense of self and an
inward confidence that was not immediately apparent. Her husband
discovered this to his dismay shortly after they were married.

   Janet arrived as planned and things were fine between mother and
daughter the first three days of her mother's stay. On the fourth day
as the evening wore on while they watched television, Karen became
nervous and cranky. Sensing trouble, Janet was unusually solicitous
and asked her daughter gently what the problem was. Karen just
bitched back that she had a problem with constipation and the baby
not feeding enough leaving her breasts swollen and tender. Although
the doctor said it wasn't serious it was nonetheless bothersome and
put her in a bad mood.

   Trying to be helpful Janet gently offered, "Well, dear, there
is a sure cure for that little constipation problem."
   
   "I've tried everything, mother, and nothing seems to work.
Apple juice, prune juice, MetMucil, laxatives . . . you name it -
I've tried it and nothing seems to work!"
  
   "How about an enema? Have you tried that, Karen?" her mother quizzed.
  
   "Oh, god, mother, nobody does that anymore, do they?"
  
   "I still do on occasion and it works for me every time."
   
   "Well, even so, I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to go
about it."
  
   "Well, I'd be glad to help you with it, if you'd like, dear," Janet said.
   
   "Do you really think it would work?"

   "Sure. Why not give it a try. You'll feel much better afterward, I
guarantee."
   
   "Well, if you think so, maybe I will. Anything would be better than
feeling like this all the time."
  
   "Fine, dear. Now . . . if you want me to help you I'll need to have
a syringe and water bottle?"

   Karen looked puzzled, but then said, "I know. I have the bottle and a
douche attachment. Will that work?"

   "Don't you have all the stuff that came with the bottle?"

   "Maybe, but I'll have to look," Karen said as she got up from the
dinner table and handing the baby to her mother went upstairs to look.
Five minutes later she returned with the original box with the water
bottle, hose and the douche nozzle."

   "This is all I could find, mother. Will this do?"

   "It's not the right tip, but it should work. Just a tad larger
than the regular enema syringe. We can try it anyway."

   All of a sudden there seemed to be a strained silence until Karen
asked, "Well, what should I do?"

   "Why don't we go upstairs and put the baby in the crib and then I'll
help you out, OK." Janet rose with the baby as did Karen and they
traipsed upstairs. When the baby was put down Janet said, "Why don't
you just lie down on the bed, dear, and I'll go fill the bottle. We'll
try just water at first and if that doesn't seem to work, we'll mix a
little oil with it."

   Karen, who was dressed in shorts and blouse, lay down on her back
on the bed waiting for her mother. Janet filled the bottle with warm water
from the tub, attached the hose and nozzle and returned to the bedroom.

   "Now dear, do you have any jelly or Vaseline?"

   Without thinking, Karen rolled on her side and opened the night
stand drawer and withdrew a tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to her
mother. Not until she had done so had she thought about it and then
she became suddenly embarrassed. She was beginning to have second
thoughts about what was going to happen and she seriously considered
just putting a stop to it immediately, but the excitement and arousal
she was beginning to feel overrode her shame and embarrassment and she
remained silent.

   "OK dear, roll over on your stomach and undo your shorts."

   When she had done this and pushed her shorts and panties down around her
knees leaving her buttocks exposed she suddenly felt once again that strong
sense of shame and the vision of her mother that fateful night again returned
leaving her flushed and uneasy.
   
   "I think it would be a good idea, Karen, if you would just remove your
shorts and panties altogether. It'll be easier that way," Janet said
as she looked at her daughter's prone figure.

   When Karen didn't immediately respond to her mother's suggestion,
Janet just shrugged and said, "Here, I'll help you with
them," and reached down and pulled Karen's clothes down over her feet
and off, throwing them on the chair against the wall. As she looked
down at her daughter's large, pert ass sticking up she thought that her
daughter really was beautiful for such a tall full woman.

   "Now, dear, if you'll just spread your legs slightly we'll get this over
with."
 
   Karen did as asked and opened her legs a little bit. It seemed like
the longest time until she finally felt the strange sensation of her mother
gently probing a lubricated finger between her ass cheeks, searching for
her anus. She was not quite on the mark and Karen felt her mother
use her other hand to spread her cheeks and then the tip of her finger
slowly moving over her puckered hole spreading the jelly. Shame bound
as she was, it occured to Karen that the sensation of her mother's
manipulating her ass was not unpleasant. It recalled to mind for her her
husband's liking of that area during sex.

   Finally having lubed Karen's rectum to her satisfaction, Janet put more
jelly on her finger and centered it directly on her daughter's asshole.
She then slowly pushed and rotated, probing with her finger, and it began 
to enter Karen's rectum. During all of this Karen didn't make a sound but
remained rigid on the bed to the extent that her mother said, "Relax,
dear, this will be over shortly and you'll feel much better." Karen was
having trouble remaing relaxed, however, because she was becoming painfully 
aware of the stirrings in her groin. It was all she could do to control
herself and keep from starting to rotate her hips in order to force the
probing finger more deeply into her asshole.

   When Janet had almost her entire finger buried in Karen's ass she
slowly started to remove it. When it was free, she retrieved the nozzle
from the water bottle and inserted it. She then raised the water bottle
and looped the end string around the top end of the high bedpost while 
releasing the valve on the hose with her other hand. Water then began
flowing into Karen's insides, filling her and also creating a sensation
of pleasure she hadn't expected.  The pressure from the increasing
amount of water inside her was also jangling the nerves in that part of
her body. 

   When the water bottle was finally empty Janet said, "Now just lie there
for a minute or two, Karen, and let the enema work. And just so you don't
dribble I'll just put my finger back in and stop you up."

   Janet then gently inserted her already lubricated finger back into
Karen's anus as she sat down on the edge of the bed. The sensation of
being so full and having her mother's finger up her ass was working on
Karen and the arousal she was feeling was increasing gradually.  At
first she thought she was imagining it, but she was sure now that her
mother was actually moving her finger in and out of her asshole. Her
mother was really finger-fucking her asshole - she couldn't believe
it. Suddenly, Karen was overcome with the desire to give herself an
orgasm and she couldn't wait for her mother to leave.

   "Mom, I really need to go. Please, let me get up," she said, impatiently.
Janet removed her finger and Karen could feel the bed move as her mother
stood up.

   "Come on, dear, I'll help you to the bathroom."

   "Oh, mother, I can find it by myself. I'm OK, honest." Karen slowly got
to her feet, sensing that she shouldn't move too fast, and headed toward
the master bedroom bathroom with Janet trailing her. As she raised the
toilet seat she glanced over her shoulder to see her mother standing in
the doorway. Impatient from the need to expel the enema and satisfy the
desire inside her she said shortly, "OK, mother, I'm OK. Now, please just
leave."

   Janet said, "If you're sure, dear," and reluctantly turned. Then she 
added, "If you need anything, just shout. I'll hear you."

   "Yes, mother - now go." As her mother closed the door Karen sat heavily
down on the toilet seat and thought she would explode right away but nothing
happened. She tried to force it, but still nothing happened so she finally
just sat there frustrated and stewing in her desire. Then she gave in to her
arousal and put her right hand between her legs and began to rapidly
fondle herself in a shame ridden frenzy. She was surprised at how wet
she was. At first she thought that some of the enema had leaked down
into her pussy but the consistency was wrong; it wasn't water - it was
cunt juice. Using her fingers she spread her juices over her entire
pussy then began to concentrate moving two fingers over her clitoris
jacking it back and forth forecefully. It didn't take long. Before
she could imagine it she was up on the final plateau and still climbing.
As she approached orgasm she reached her other hand in back of her
and down between her cheeks and began to finger her asshole trying to
simulate the same sensation her mother had created. It wasn't the same,
but it felt good nonetheless.

   The orgasm finally hit her and it was powerful. As the first wave
peaked and then dropped off, she lost control of her rectal muscles, her
asshole suddenly opened up and the enema came spewing out in jets with
each succeeding orgasmic spasm. It went on for what seemed like forever until
Karen was finally spent. She stopped frigging herself and just sat hunched
over in total exhaustion after having flushed the toilet. She was wakened
from this trance-like state by a knock on the door from her mother, wondering
if she were OK. She answered yes, then slowly got up and cleaned herself up
at the sink. She then went into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed and
promptly fell into a deep sleep.



                      STORY: The Visit
                            Part 2

   It was early morning when Karen finally woke up. At first she
didn't even remember going to bed, but as she slowly sat up her
memory began to come back. As she looked down at herself her foggy
memory recalled her mother having given her the enema followed by
her masturbating in the bathroom and then flopping into bed. What
she could not figure out was how she had gotten her clothes off
and her nightgown on. As she looked around the room she spotted
the clothes she had on yesterday neatly folded on a chair. She then
guessed correctly that her mother had come in at some time during
the night and put her to bed properly.

   Karen lazily rose from the bed and went over to the dresser
where she dug out a new nursing bra and pair of panties. Putting
on the bra she became aware of how swollen and painful her breasts
were. She then rummaged around in the closet for something to wear.
Finding a clean sleeveless blouse and pair of shorts she put them
on along with bobbysox and her new tennis shoes and went into the
bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her hair. While doing so she
marveled at how good she felt in spite of the previous evening's
activities. Feeling she had better urinate she lowered her shorts
and panties and sat on the commode. This brought back more memories
of the previous night and how she had sat in exactly this same spot
and brazenly masturbated herself while openly fantasizing about
her mother. As she began to ruminate once more about the strangeness
of her attraction for her mother she admitted to herself that she
had indeed enjoyed the feel of her mother's hands on her.  She did
enjoy having her mother's finger up her ass - especially the second
time when it felt like Janet was finger fucking her. It still seemed
to Karen as if her mother had been purposely trying to stimulate
her.  This made her wonder if somehow the attraction might be
mutual.  Was there even the slightest possibility that Janet was
sexually attracted to her, she wondered.

	The whole thing started to seem to her to border on the
ridiculous when she tried to imagine herself engaged in some sort
of sex act with her mother. For the life of her, she just couldn't
picture herself going down on her mother or vice versa.  It was
too outrageous. Did she want to do it? Absolutely not! What then,
she wondered, would she do if given the opportunity to be sexual
with her? Then it occured to her that if, instead of lying on her
back in solitary masturbation while fantasizing about her, her
mother were there watching her and she could look at her when she
came, maybe that would solve this whole business and remove the
years-long fascination she had about it. Karen then blushed at the
thought of having her mother watch her jack off or even the thought
of ever asking her mother to do such a thing. But it would be
exciting she admitted to herself; awfulfilthydirtyrottenperverted - 
but so exciting!

	Mixed among all of these confusing and troublesome thoughts was the
dreadfully arousing sense that something was on the brink of changing.
Karen couldn't, however, bring any of these lines of thinking to a
sensible, logical conclusion and decided to just let it go and let things
take their own course.

								* * * * *

   "Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for hours?"
her mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was
rocking the baby while watching a game show on television.

   "Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept for
centuries!  How's Sally?" Karen asked, looking down at her child.

   "You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you were
already zonked out. I got you into bed and that was some chore,
believe me! Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you
haven't fed her all night long. Are you sure you're OK?"

   "Fine, except my tits ache," Karen said, absentmindedly cupping
her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't you
give me Sally and we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could
use the relief."

   Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at
the other end of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse
off her shoulder, she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing
a swollen breast with a huge angry dark nipple.  She then brought
the baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.

   "That's better, huh," her mother commented as she stood up. "Let
me get you a cup of coffee."

   "Let's just hope it lasts," Karen said resignedly.

   After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen
took it over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down
to nap. Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning
her blouse it was obvious she was uncomfortable.

   "Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion."

   "What's that mother," Karen asked, wearily.

   "Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your
breasts when you get this way."

   "Mother - really! You come up with the most old fashioned ideas. Does
anybody really do that anymore?"

   "Does it really matter, Karen," Janet exclaimed,exasperated with
her daughter's attitude, "it works - or at least it did years ago.
I don't see that it wouldn't today, do you?"

   "Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one
of those breast pump things and they're expensive as hell."

   "You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use my hands
and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save the milk and we 
can use it to feed Sally when you're not around or are asleep or
whatever."

   "That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special
technique you have to learn, or something?"

   "If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's really nothing
to it, you know."

  "OK, why don't you show me how it's done."

  Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said,
"OK, why don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier
if those things aren't in the way." Karen then started to unbutton
her blouse, but as she did so she began to feel a little squeemish
at the idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her mother.
`That's silly,' she thought, `she's my mother, for god's sake.'
Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she divested herself of the
garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who she caught staring
in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge, turgid
inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry puckered
areolae.

   At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's
face as much the same one she had seen so many years ago and
had been seeing regularly in her fantasies; the realization
made her insides tighten involuntarily.

   "Mother, are you OK?" Karen asked hesitantly.

   "Oh, yes, dear, - fine," Janet seemed to jerk out of her
pre-occupation, "I was just admiring what you inhereted from me
that I never had - sorry if I embarrassed you." Karen was taken
aback at her mother's forthrightness causing her to remain silent
without comment.

   Janet then suggested, "It would probably be easiest if you would
sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over
your shoulder and show you how it's done."

   Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at
the realization that her mother probably intended to touch her
breasts in demonstrating the milking technique. She had just assumed
that Janet would demonstrate on herself.

   "Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother?" Karen queried.

   "Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen," Janet said rising
from the couch and heading toward the back end of the house.  Still
absentmindedly absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and
followed her mother.  When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled
a chair out from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself
which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen was seated,
her mother went around behind her and bent over her.

   "Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your
right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand
on the other one and imitate what I'm showing you, OK?"

   "Sure, I guess," Karen muttered anxiously, "but won't we need
something to catch the milk in?"

   "Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the
milk. Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going
to go all over the place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done."

   Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down
with her hand and cupped it under her right breast. "Go on, use
your left hand and put it under your tit like I'm doing."

   When Karen did it, her mother said, "Now put your thumb on top
and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two
fingers since your nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put
them behind the nipple and press downward. Then, while you press
downward, pull out at the same time. See," Janet said as she did
what she described and a spray of milk shot out from her daughter's
nipple landing on the floor in front of them. "Simple, huh. Now
you try it," Janet said.

   Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on
she began to express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother
instructed her to adjust the position of her fingers and on her
next attempt she was surprised to see a number of long streams of
milk jetisson from the tip of her nipple.

   "The important thing is to get a rhythm going," Janet coaxed,
"now see if you can do it along with me," and she began to slowly
milk her daughter's right breast with Karen doing her left about at the
same pace. Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk simulateously
creating a wet mess on the floor, but neither woman seemed to be
concerned with this.

   After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she
was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and
she could feel her cunt begin to moisten.  Even more confusing to
her was the realization that she was so aroused that if they didn't
stop this pretty soon she might have on orgasm.  But she couldn't
stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just remained
rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, feeling the climax
slowly building in both her groin and her breasts. She was entranced
now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake all over.

   Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as
well.

   "My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf." Janet
came around from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her
daugther.  Looking up, she could see that Karen's upper chest was
blotched with large red spots and her face was likewise flushed
and swollen.  Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as her
mother placed a hand on each of her knees to support herself.

   "You're not sick, are you?" Janet queried as she looked up into
Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. "Oh, no, you're not sick
at all. You were just about to cum, weren't you, Karen."

   Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion
began to form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised
a hand and cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently
upwards. "It's OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that
way. I mean, after all, tits are errogenously sensitive aren't
they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it, does it?"
Janet added solcitously.

   "Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed," Karen almost wailed.

   "Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually,
you should consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits.
You must have inherited those from me too." When Karen only moaned
in response Janet asked, "You didn't come though, did you, dear?"

   After a silent moment Janet continued, "It's Ok if you . . ."
and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on,
"well, uh, if you still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't
mind."

   "Oh, god, mother," Karen sobbed, "I'm so embarrassed. I can't
believe this is happening."

   Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter,
began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the
courage she could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her
mother. Her eyes were diverted instantly from Janet's face to the
open V in her mother's white blouse, the first thre buttons of
which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet wasn't wearing
a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full view of her
mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were obviously
in a state of erection. Karen was fascinated with the sight; she
hadn't remembered her mother's breasts as having such large nipples.
Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like to suck on another
woman's breasts and the thought thrilled her and added more fuel
to her already fired-up state.  She was painfully aware of her
predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality.
"Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten very
aroused and must be right on the brink of cumming.  If you want
to, I don't mind."

   Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her
left hand was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed
it sending another squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing
on her mother's face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet
removed a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's
free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on previously and
began to squeeze it again. This caused the younger woman to continue
fondling her other tit and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten
her embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned and her breathing
quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual abandon and the
overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked.  Arousal overcame
fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and
said, "Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you . . . suck my
nipple . . . please? I just want . . . I need, to have my tit sucked
right now!"

   Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally
gotten to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming sexually
aroused.  Glancing for a short moment into her daughter's eyes
without saying a word, she then bent her head forward and lifted the
breast she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her tongue.
Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk into her mouth
which she swallowed. She then pulled Karen's breast forward and
clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to forcefully suck.
After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said to her
daughter, "If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate yourself,
that's OK too, dear."

   "Mom . . . I don't need to . . . please don't stop!" was Karen's
quick response as she continued to milk her other breast furiously.
As Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen
abandoned the milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple
between her thunb and fingers and began to viciously pull and twist
on it.

   "Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please . . . suck
harder . . . faster . . . oh god, yessssssss . . . here it cums .
 . . now . . . oh, my god, mother . . . I'm cumming . . . chew my
nipple off . . .  oh, fuck!" As Karen's body went rigid and then
began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole
breast once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long,
forceful stream of milk high into the air.

   Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the
spasms subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then
quit sucking her and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her
daughter lovingly.

   "That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like
that." Both women then looked at each other and began to laugh.
Seeing that her daughter was really exhausted Janet said, "Come
on, dear, let's get you into the living room and then I'll clean
up this mess.

                          End of Part 2

