The Game (FF, incest)
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If there was one thing Julia Hall insisted upon, it was that her family eat breakfast together every morning. She enjoyed the togetherness with her husband Dan and her daughter Beth before each left for work and school, respectively. 

One morning when Beth was 7 years old, she was running late for the family breakfast. She hurried down from her room but paused in the kitchen doorway, where she saw her parents at the back door. Her dad was about to leave for work, and he was giving her mom a good-bye kiss, but not like usual. 

Since they obviously thought Beth was upstairs, her parents were being a little more affectionate. Their kiss was a little longer and it looked to Beth like their mouths were open. As her dad was pulling away to leave, he traced his hands down his wife’s shoulders, lightly caressing her large breasts over her shirt all the way from chest to nipple in one fairly quick motion. 

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

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

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

“Why do they do it?”

“Well, uh… because it feels good. Because Mommy likes it.” Julia said.

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

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

“Oh, sweetie, you’re not supposed to do that!” Julia said.

“Why not Mommy, we’re in love, right?” Beth asked. 

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

“Bye Mommy” said Beth.

“Bye,” said Julia, closing the door. “That was stupid,” thought Julia. “Why did I tell her it was a game? I’m sure she’ll forget about it anyway.” 

Julia walked up to her bathroom to get ready for her day. As she undressed to shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. Twenty-seven years old, and still pretty cute. Five foot six, dirty blonde hair; she’d put on a little weight since having Beth around all the time but was curvy and still felt attractive. Her breasts were still her most eye-catching feature - the had gone from a 36C to a 36D (36DD in Victoria’s Secret size, she would tell you) when Beth was born, and stayed that way since. As she slipped into her private escape under the hot water, she forgot all about the incident with her daughter. 

Unfortunately, whatever hopes Julia had that Beth would forget about their “game” were dashed in the subsequent days. More often than not, as Beth was heading off for school she would give her mother a quick kiss and trace her hands down her breasts. This put Julia in an awkward situation. She did not feel “sinful” or “evil”; she knew this was just a game to her daughter. But she also knew it wasn’t right and that eventually someone may see and not understand. 

So she came up with a plan to end it, without hurting her daughter’s feelings. From now on, when Beth left for school in the morning, Julia stayed seated at the kitchen table. She would still call her daughter over and give her a good-bye kiss, but being seated she would not be in a position to play “the game.” Beth never said anything about this change or made any objections. 

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t until Beth reached middle school and she was still playing the game that Julia started thinking it was becoming too unnatural. After all, when she was in 7th grade she had kissed a boy for the first time - she'd certainly known then what was appropriate touching and what wasn't. Julia pondered whether or not she should have a definitive talk with Beth about stopping it.

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

 “So how did it go?” asked Julia.

“Fine, mom,” said Beth. She looked a little tired, and a little… something else, something that her mother couldn’t pinpoint. 

“What did you guys do?” asked Julia.

“We all watched the Exorcist. It was so scary. I think I'm going to have nightmares," said Beth. "But it was kind of cool, mom - I think Brian Daley knew I was scared because he came over and held my hand.” 

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

“He’s very nice, Mom,” Beth replied, smiling shyly, “I think he might ask me out.” 

“That’s great! Your first boyfriend!”

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

“I’m sure he will. Boys don’t hold your hand for no reason.” Julia said. "But, hey, it’s late. You should go get ready for bed.” 

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

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

But before she had even fallen asleep, Julia heard a knock on her bedroom door. “What’s wrong, Beth?” she asked.

“I can’t sleep mom. I keep thinking about that movie.” 

“It's OK sweetie,” said Julia, “it was only a movie - those were all actors.” 

“I know, but... can I just sleep in here tonight? I wanted to talk to you about something anyway.” 

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

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

Julia was touched; her assumptions were confirmed. “Oh, no precious. I think it’s good that we stop a game now,” she said, and kissed her daughter on the forehead. 

“Thanks, mom.” Beth said. The two laid there for a few minutes not saying anything until Beth said, “Maybe we should, um, do it one last time so we can remember what it’s like.” 

Julia had no objections; in fact she thought it was kind of sweet that her daughter was going to miss their game. So she turned towards her daughter and kissed her on the lips. 

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

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

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sure they will. You’re still really young. But someday.”

“I want them to be like yours. They are so pretty,” said Beth.

“Well thank you,” said Julia. 

"And big!" Beth said.

"Yes," laughed Julia. "That too."

“Can I see them?” 

Julia hesitated, wanting to make the right decision. She decided to satisfy her daughter's curiosity. “O.K.,” she said, and lifted up her satin sleep-top. 

Beth was awed. She had seen the early-developing girls in the locker rooms at the pool, and she had seen naked breasts on television before, but her mother’s were the most beautiful, perfect pair she had ever seen. They were full and round and creamy, each easily the size of a volleyball, with big, pink nipples that pointed out like thick fingertips. 

Julia watched as Beth studied her breasts for almost a minute. Suddenly, Beth put her hands on her mother’s breasts and began to rub, caressing them and feeling their weight. 

Julia lifted her head up immediately and said “Oh, Bethy I don’t know…” But Beth kept up the massage and even rubbed her mother’s nipples between her index finger and thumb, causing Julia to mumble, “oh, my” and toss her head back. 

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

“This is where baby’s get milk from, right Mom?” asked Beth. 

“Uh, yes honey it is but you shouldn’t…” Julia found herself cut off as Beth lowered her mouth onto her mother’s nipple and sucked it in. Beth used her right hand to tilt the breast in the direction of her mouth while her left hand continued massaging the other breast. Then she switched breasts. After a few minutes of sucking and caressing, she sat up and said, “Did you like that, Mom?” 

Julia had in fact enjoyed that encounter, but was equally mixed with shock, embarrassment and fear. She enjoyed the closeness of her daughter and it had felt good, but feared there was more to it than that. “I… did like it honey, but it’s not something we’re supposed to do, you know, I think that…” 

Julia didn’t know what to say after that - as she was searching for the words Beth said, “I know mom. It was the last time, remember?”

Julia, relieved that it was over, said, “You’re right.” Let’s go to bed.”

“Um, mom?”

“Yes Beth?”

“Do you think you could do that to me? Just one time? So I know what it’s like?”

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

Beth slid back down onto her back and Julia leaned over and lifted up her daughter’s nightshirt. Julia propped herself up with her left arm and placed her right hand on Beth’s flat left breast, moving the skin in massaging circles, and lowered her mouth to her daughter’s nipple, thinking “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this is so wrong.”

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

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

“Wow” was all Beth could say, still breathing heavily. 

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

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

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

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

Neither mother nor daughter ever spoke about the incident, but it never seemed necessary. There was no adverse effect on their relationship, and Beth’s interests turned to boys from that point on. They remained very close; there was never a taboo subject for discussion. Beth always took time to hang out with her mom, whether it was shopping or concerts in the park or going to the movies. Julia watched her daughter grow into a beautiful, confident young woman. True to her mother’s word, Beth’s breasts blossomed to a lovely, full yet slightly smaller version of her moms. Beth graduated high school and enrolled in the University of North Carolina, all without ever playing “the game” with her mom again. 


During finals week of her freshman year at UNC, Beth got a call from her mother to talk about plans for the summer. Beth was planning to go back home and trying to get a summer job at one of the local pools as a lifeguard. Julia was excited that Beth would be around for the whole summer; she said she missed having her around the house. 

As they spoke, Julia asked Beth if she would be home by May 15th, explaining that the Women’s club was giving her a Volunteer Award at their annual banquet, and Dan was going to be in Northern Canada on a fishing expedition with his friends, so she needed a “date.” Beth gladly accepted, and they talked about what she should wear. 

Beth got home very late on the 14th, and Julia was already asleep. She didn’t see her mother until the next morning at the breakfast table, when to Beth’s surprise, Julia came not down the stairs but in through the back door. She wearing a sweat-covered baggy warm-up suit. 

“Mom! I didn’t know you ran?” said Beth. 

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

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

“Actually there are a few things I need to take care of around the house,” said Julia, “but to make up for it, I'll let you put it on my card. Can you be back by 4:00?”

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

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

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

Julia smiled and looked at her daughter, obviously flattered. “Actually I’ve lost almost 40 lbs.” 

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

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

“Mom, you’re 39, you’re not old,” interjected Beth. 

“…It’s the oldest I've ever been… anyway, after a while I started running and doing more cardio. The pounds really started coming off.” 

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

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

Despite being the youngest person by about 15 years, Beth found she was rather enjoying the banquet. Her mother was very popular that evening, the people were nice, and the alcohol was free flowing (with no I.D. check). When the presentations started, the main speaker made a big deal about Julia winning the award and even made a compliment on how great she looked. Beth was so proud of her mother, not only for receiving the Volunteer award, but because she looked so awesome up there. Julia gave a quick speech and thanked her lovely daughter for being her best friend. Beth wanted to hug her so tightly. 

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

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

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

Beth took her mother’s hand, placing her other around her mother’s back. The two most beautiful women in the place began to slow dance together. Since they were both so well endowed, it was impossible for them to dance without their breasts firmly pushing into each other. 

Beth enjoyed the moment: the closeness, the dancing, her alcohol buzz. She was also quite unexpectedly enjoying the view right below her face - her own sexy cleavage pressed into her mother’s large breasts. 

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

Although she did not consider herself truly bisexual, Beth had had sexual encounters with two other girls in her life. The first was her best friend from high school; they had been drinking one night and decided to “practice kissing” for the boys. It became pretty hot, and they ended up feeling each other up. Then this past year at college, Beth and her roommate Debbie stayed up one night talking about sex and ended up getting each other aroused. Debbie crawled in bed with Beth and the two spent the rest of the night trying as many ways as they could think of to make each other come. 

Meanwhile, Julia was in love with her daughter. Not sexually, she was just so proud at how beautiful Beth had turned out: she was a wonderful, generous person with whom she  always had fun and could trust with anything. This is not to say that she didn’t notice the feel of her daughter’s full breasts pushing into her own. She thought it looked sexy and that any man in the place would surely think the same. 

Julia raised her hand from Beth’s side and touched her daughter’s hair and the side of her face. “You’re so beautiful, sweetie,” she said.

“I swear I was just about to say the same thing to you, Mom,” Beth replied. The two smiled and looked into each other’s eyes. When the song ended, they kissed; not long enough to generate unwanted attention, but not a quick kiss either. As they separated, Julia’s hand trailed down her daughter’s side and took her hand, leading her back to the table. 

They ordered more drinks, and as they drank and talked to others around them they continued to hold hands under the table. Occasionally mother or daughter would lightly caress the fingers or palm of the other. They finally let go as the speaker announced the end of the banquet and asked everyone to drive home safely. 

The two laughed and joked the whole way home. Both mother and daughter realized how special their friendship was and each considered the other a best friend. Beth talked about some experiences she’d had with boys (but not the ones with girls), although nothing too graphic. Julia even gave rare insight to what her dating life was like before she met Dan. They both lamented how having "a great rack" is great at getting attention but often keeps the boys from focusing on other, more important matters.

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

Each woman believed she was sitting with the most beautiful girl in the world. Julia had taken off her blazer to reveal her turquoise top, which Beth noticed was sleeveless and tight fitting. It made her mom’s breasts look absolutely enormous. Meanwhile, each time Beth shifted on the couch, her summer dress would ride up a little, and Julia couldn’t stop staring at her daughter’s thin, well tanned and muscular swimmer’s legs. Julia thought about where those long legs ended and how she could never even dream of having an ass like that again. 

Both had long since flipped off their shoes, so when Beth crossed her legs her mother followed suit and the two played footsies with their bare feet. They continued to drink, talk, laugh and caress each other’s feet and calves with their toes until finally the bottle of wine was gone. 

Julia downed the last of her glass. Letting out a long sigh, she said, “Well, I suppose we should go to bed.”

“I suppose,” said Beth. “This was such a great night. I had a wonderful time.” 

“Me too,” said Julia. And with that, the two stood up, embraced, and gave each other a soft, sweet goodnight kiss. The kiss was entirely close-mouthed, but lasted a good ten seconds. As the embrace broke, Beth placed her hands on her mother’s shoulders… and slowly traced her hands down her breasts. 

Turning away and smiling, Beth said, “Goodnight, Mom!”

“Hey you!” Said Julia. “Do you think you’re the only one around here who gets to play the game? Get back here.” 

Beth strutted back over to her mother. They embraced, and moved in to kiss, each with loosely closed lips. The pressure gradually increased, and their lips parted ever-so-slightly. Each brought their tongue forward instinctively, yet cautiously, until suddenly the tips of their tongues were touching. It drove a buzz-like electricity through both of them, and although neither one moved their tongue at all, both savored the mammoth rush and savage intensity of a mother-daughter tongue kiss. 

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

“Um, mom?”

“Yes Beth?”

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

“Do you think you would like that?” Julia teased.

“Um, I think I would like that very much.” 

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

For the second time in her life, Beth watched her mother’s full lips part and her large, wet, tongue emerge to flick and lick her left nipple.  If Julia had been “aggressive” that first time, she was downright “animalistic” this time. Absolutely worshipping her daughter’s tits, Julia stuffed them in her mouth, sucking wantonly and rolling the nipples with her fingers and tongue. 

Beth bucked wildly, trying to rub her pussy against her mother's thigh, while Julia alternated breasts and mouthing techniques, at times licking over the entire breast or sucking and squeezing her daughter’s nipples. 

Beth was enjoying Julia’s performance immensely, but she also felt so much love and passion that she wanted to kiss her mother – long, deep and with tongue. “Mom,” she said, “take your shirt off and kiss me.” 

Julia didn’t want to move from loving her daughter’s tits, but the idea of having her own bare breasts mashing into her daughter’s as they kissed spurred her along. She threw off her top and her bra as Beth studied hungrily her mother’s beautiful “new and improved” body. 

Julia paused only for a second before sliding back down onto her baby. The first thing Julia felt was her big tits pressing into Beth’s. It was more erotic than she could have imagined -their large, soft mounds met and molded into a perfect fit. Their mouths met and instantly lips were parted as large, full tongues passionately licked and loved. 

Both mother and daughter moaned and stroked each other’s back, shoulders, and hair. Julia realized that this was the first person she had French-kissed, other than her husband, in nearly twenty years. And he had never kissed her like this. They explored every inch of each other’s mouths, occasionally slowing down to lovingly rub their tongues together.

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

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

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

“OH GOD MOM” Beth cried.

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

“MORE… THAN… ANYTHING…” Beth urged, throwing her head back and squeezing her mother’s breast. Her breathing became more and more rapid as Julia started working her daughter’s pussy faster. Little groans escaped Beth’s lips.

“That’s it, baby, come for mommy,” said Julia. 

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

“Did you like that?” asked Julia.

“Mom, that was the best,” said Beth, still panting. 

“Mmmm, good,” said Julia, and she moved back up on the couch to hold her daughter. The two beautiful women lay with their bodies entwined on the couch for several minutes, their beautiful breasts touching and smooshing together. Julia gave light kisses as Beth came back down. 

When her daughter’s breathing returned to normal, Julia said, “We should go to sleep now.”

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

Julia began to protest, saying that she really didn’t need a turn, when Beth put her finger on her mother’s lips and said “Shhh. I want to.” She leaned in and the two began French kissing again, as inseparable as teenagers in a parked car. Beth withdrew from Julia’s mouth and ran her tongue down her mothers chin, neck, shoulders and sternum. Then she took her mothers large breasts in her hands and looked at them longingly saying, “Mom, you know you have the most gorgeous tits in the world.” 

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

Beth lowered her head to her mother’s giant nipple and playfully licked it, then sucked it in her mouth. Literally everything she knew about this she learned from watching her mom, who that time when Beth was 12 years old sucked and licked her tits better than anyone ever would. 

Beth used the same alternating techniques as her mom and paid extremely close attention since she didn’t know if she’d ever get to do this again. She wanted to remember and savor every detail of her mother’s breasts: the rubbery feel of the nipple, the tiny bumps of the areola, the soft folds that fell through her clutching fingers, the way her face felt snuggled between them. She kissed, licked and sucked for several minutes before sliding her hands down to the top of her mother’s skirt. 

“Oh Beth…” sighed Julia, as she watched her daughter slide the skirt off. Her panties came next, and Beth took special care to touch as much of her mother’s legs as she could during their removal. Beth then ran her hand up her mother’s calf, to her inner thigh, then turned her palm up and cupped her mother’s bush. 

“Oh, Beth, oh yes,” cooed Julia. Beth made her hand flat, lowering her middle finger and using it to slowly move up over Julia’s clit and then down and up inside her. Beth’s juices immediately began to flow again as she realized how wrong and yet hot it felt to have her finger inside her own mother. 

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

“Nothing. I just wanted to try something else,” said Beth, moving her face in towards Julia’s dripping cunt. She planted a kiss right on her labia, and immediately had her mother’s juices and aroma all over her face. Julia moaned and writhed with pleasure as her daughter sucked on her clit and lapped at her pussy. She used one hand to hold her daughter’s head closer and the other to play with her own breast. 

Although Beth was able to feast heartily on her mother’s clit, because of the way Julia was sitting Beth was having difficulty sliding her tongue up inside her mother, which she badly wanted to do. “Mom, come get on the floor,” she said. 

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

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

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

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

“Oh, baby, thank you so much, that was incredible,” said Julia, “I can’t move.” 

“Mmmm… You’re welcome. I love you mom.” 

“I love you too. God, you are the best.” 

As Julia knelt there with her head down, still trembling and trying to catch her breath, Beth gave her mother little kisses all over her sweaty body, each time blowing lightly over the spot she'd kissed. Julia purred in approval. Beth gave new attention to her mother’s tits, which looked even more impressive dangling as she was on all fours. She spent a lot of time kissing them. Beth then kissed her way back down her mother’s body to her ass again. Remembering the response she got when her nose brushed against her mom’s asshole while she ate her, Beth leaned in and kissed it softly, then gently blew on it. 

“Ooooh,” Julia cooed. 

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

Startled, Julia raised her head and said, “Oh, no sweetie, you don’t have to do that!” 

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

“Uuhhh…ooohh… are you sure?” asked Julia. 

“Mmmm-hmmph,” said Beth, her face now buried in her mother’s ass. She traced descending spirals with her tongue around her mother’s sphincter, gently pushing in. She flattened her tongue and ran it up and down over the puckered anus. The coppery taste was not completely pleasant, but that only turned her on more and made her feel like complete whore. She tried her best to wiggle her tongue into her mom's asshole as far as she could. 

“Oh, that feels so good!” said Julia. 

Beth slid her tongue out a little, leaving the tip on Julia’s asshole and letting saliva run down it and pool there. She took her index finger, ran it through the saliva, and then pushed it up into her mother’s ass. Julia grunted in pleasure as Beth bent the finger inside her and fucked it in and out. Then she gently added her middle finger. 

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

“That was unbelievable,” said Julia, “I never thought I would’ve liked that! Was it OK for you?”

“I loved it!” said Beth. Then in her most seductive voice she held up the two ass-fucked fingers and said, “Wanna taste?”  

“Beth! That’s disgusting!” said Julia. She looked into her daughter’s eyes and saw that she meant it. Julia grabbed her daughter’s arm and slurped the two fingers into her mouth. She slobbered all over them like she was blowing her husband. She licked in the valley between the fingers, up and around and under the nails. She, too, noticed the coppery taste of her own asshole and thought it rather vile, but just like her daughter it made her feel whorish and it got her pussy wet again. Running her tongue up and down her daughter’s fingers, Julia said, “I have to come again.”

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

“DEBBIE?" Julia stopped and pulled away. "Your roommate Debbie?” she asked. “Are you a…?” At that thought Julia began to lose her enthusiasm… suddenly she was worried she was dealing with an uneven playing field. Was her daughter a lesbian? Was she... using her? 

“Not at all, mom! We just tried a few things one night,” said Beth, smiling, which eased Julia’s tensions. 

"Are you sure?" she asked. 

"It was one time, mom, I swear. I still like guys. Just not tonight." 

They both smiled, and Beth led Julia back to the couch. Beth sat on the opposite end and took her mother’s still-trembling leg and lifted it over her own. Then she slid down so the two were in a “scissors.” Julia was unsure what to do from this position, but as Beth started sucking her toes, she became more aroused and just did what came naturally: rubbing her cunt against whatever she could – in this case, her daughter’s pussy. 

The two busty beauties looked each other deeply in the eyes as they continued to grind love mounds. Pussy collided with pussy; clitori and labia rubbed into each other in a furious mixture of skin, sweat and their own juices. Each one realized that the fact they were mother and daughter made this so much more hot and nasty. 

When Julia moved one hand down to her mound to rub her clit, Beth followed suit. Out of everything that had happened so far, it turned Beth on even more that her mother was now pleasuring herself unabashedly as she watched. With their free hands they steadied themselves from the grinding. They called out to each other, encouraging themselves on to climax. 

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

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

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


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

“Uhhhh! Good morning Mom!” Beth exclaimed.

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

“OOOH! Mom… feels... so good… No, I’d never done it before… Unnngh!” said Beth, as Julia stuck a finger in her daughter’s ass, “Just something I wanted to try with you.”  

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

“Oh God! Do me mom! Do me!” Begged Beth. 

Julia rotated her daughter over onto her back and stuck a cushion under her daughter’s butt. “Your father uses this technique,” Julia said, then wasted no time plunging her mouth onto her daughter’s pussy. She licked and flicked Beth’s clit; she ran her tongue flat up and down, pausing only to repeatedly fuck her tongue into her daughter’s snatch. She fucked her daughter’s ass with fingers from her right hand. 

After several minutes Julia focused her tongue work solely on her daughter’s clit. She used her left hand to pound fingers up into Beth’s womb. That’s when she looked down and saw she was rapidly pumping her engagement ring and wedding band in and out of her daughter’s pussy.  It was too much. She withdrew her right hand fingers from Beth’s asshole, and used the shitty, smelly fingers to diddle herself. 

When Beth realized her mother was doing this, it put her over the edge and she started screaming, “I’m coming MOMMY!” Needless to say, hearing her 19 year-old daughter calling her mommy and telling her she’s coming sealed the deal for Julia too, who came in a fury of fast finger work as her daughter’s wetness splashed her face. 

As they came down from their sexual high, Julia moved up to kiss her daughter and let Beth lick her own juices off her mother’s face. Sighing and purring, they simultaneously reached for each other’s tits and began caressing and massaging. They kissed and fondled for several minutes before collapsing, both exhausted and spent. 

Neither knew what to say to get the ball rolling down the road to normality. Julia made some coffee and brought it back to the living room, offering her daughter a cup which she graciously took. 

Julia took a sip and made a face. "This coffee tastes like ass!" she said. 

And mother and daughter shared a good laugh. 

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