The Game, Part II


Beth and Julia never spoke to each other about the night they fooled around. They both realized how taboo the encounter was, and though neither regretted their actions it was something they each individually thought should never, under any circumstances, happen again. Otherwise, they continued to get along wonderfully and were still the best of friends. 

Beth started dating Scott during her junior year at UNC. After graduation he went on to become a producer for the local Fox Sports Net affiliate, and Beth was hired as the girls’ JV swimming coach and PE instructor at a local high school. Scott was a great guy and treated her well; 3 years after graduation they were engaged.

The two moved in together in an apartment in Scott’s hometown. But when the wedding came along, Beth wanted to do things traditionally, so following their rehearsal dinner, Scott got all the things he needed for the big day and went to spend the night at his parent’s house so he wouldn’t see her until the ceremony. 

Beth’s parents were coming from out of town, so she arranged for her father to spend the night with Scott at his parents’ house, but she asked her mother to stay at the apartment with her to help her get ready the next morning. 


After the rehearsal dinner, Julia and Beth entered the apartment, exhausted from a full day of prenuptial activities. Beth took a quick shower while Julia went to the guest room/TV room to get changed. The two just planned to watch TV together for a while before calling it a night. 

Julia opened her travel suitcase to find her pajamas, but realized she forgot to pack them. “I’ll just ask to borrow a pair of Beth’s,” she thought, and sat down on the foldout couch to watch TV. To get a little more comfortable, she removed her bra through the arm opening of her form fitting white top. 

A few minutes later, Beth entered the room wearing a bathrobe. “Shower’s all yours mom,” she said. 

“I think I’ll just wait ‘till morning,” Julia said. 

“OK,” Beth said. She noticed her mother was sitting there bra-less. The form fitting white top really accentuated her glorious breasts, including the large nipples pushing against the fabric. “You’re really nippin’ out there, you know,” Beth said. 

“Oh, yeah,” Julia said. “Sorry about that. I forgot my pajamas. Can I borrow a pair from you later?” 

“Sure,” said Beth, and she sat down at the other end of the couch. “Man, my feet are killing me,” she said. 

“Me too,” said Julia. 

“Hey, you want to trade foot-rubs?” asked Beth. 

“Why not, I could totally use one,” said Julia. 

Beth crawled onto the floor in front of Julia, took her mother’s right foot in her hand, and began radiating pressure from the inside of the bottom of her foot outwards. 

“Mmm… that feels so good,” sighed Julia. 

“It’s been a while since I made you say that,” Beth said, smiling. 

“Hey now, don’t get fresh!” 

Beth smiled and continued rubbing her mother’s feet, imagining where she herself was sore and applying pressure similarly. Neither woman spoke for a few minutes as both recalled that night six years ago.

“You know, we never did talk about that night,” Julia said. 

“I know,” Beth replied. She knew this would eventually happen. The two were so close that there was no way they could avoid discussing what happened for the rest of their lives. 

“Are you OK with it?” asked Julia. 

“Yeah, you know,” Beth said, “it’s just a little weird to think about sometimes. I mean, don’t get me wrong, at the time I wanted to do it, but sometimes the reality of it just hits me and I’m like, ‘I made out with my mom,’ and it seems so gross.”

“I know what you mean,” said Julia. “I felt like the worst mother in the world, or some kind of pervert that should be locked away. The worst part was there was no one I could talk to about it.” 

“I hear that.” Beth switched to her mother’s left foot. 

“Did you ever tell anyone?” asked Julia. 
 
“No,” Beth lied. She had, of course, told me. “What was I going to say," she went on, "‘Hey, guess what, this one time my mom and I went at it?’”

“Well, at least you only had to get over one taboo. I had never been with a woman before.” 

“It’s not that hard to figure out what to do…” 

“That’s not what I mean,” said Julia. “It’s just… I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d ever do anything like that. But, so, you’re OK with it?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t regret it?”

“Nah. I mean, like I said, I wanted to do it at the time.” 

Neither spoke for the next minute or so as Beth finished rubbing her mother’s left foot. 

“OK,” Beth said. “My turn.” Beth took her spot back on the couch, and Julia crawled onto the floor in front of her daughter and began rubbing her feet. 

“You know,” said Julia, “I was worried about you for a while. I mean, not worried, exactly, but, oh, I don’t know… that you were…”

“A lesbian, mom?” Beth said with a little laugh. 

“Well, sort of. I mean, what mother doesn’t want her daughter to get married and have kids and…”

“And live in a nice house with a white picket fence, I got it.” Beth said. “You don’t have to worry about it. I’m getting married tomorrow, remember?” 

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Julia, smiling. She continued to work on her daughter’s feet. “So, was there ever a time when you thought you might be…?” 

“A lesbian? No. In fact, I haven’t been with a girl since. Actually, well… no. No, not really.”

“What does that mean?” Asked Julia. 

“Nothing,” said Beth. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.” 

“Come on. You know you can tell me anything.” 

“I... no. It’s too... I can’t even tell you.” 

“I’m not going to judge you, sweetie.” 

“All right.” Beth sighed and shifted a little on the couch. Julia noticed Beth’s bathrobe open slightly above her waist, revealing most of her breast. 

“There’s this girl, Amy, who was a freshman on my swim team this year.”

“You didn’t!” Julia said.

“Mom, no, I didn’t. Let me finish.” Beth sighed again. “So she’s very self-confident and poised for her age. I noticed that she would stare at me during gym class and at swim practice. God, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. It began to remind me of when I was young, how I thought you were so beautiful and I admired your… body… and hoped one day I would look like that. She’s skinny and not as developed as the other girls so I thought it was a similar kind of thing.” 

With that simple confession by her daughter, Julia felt a twinge of pride, and the tiniest pang of sexiness. 

“Anyway, this one day she stops by during my office hours. She came in very confidently – sitting down and putting her feet up on my desk. She started off by saying she thought she wasn’t getting enough practice time in the water and she wanted to get better. We talked about her fitness program and she seemed to be doing everything right, so I told her that I swam before school in the mornings and she was welcome to join me, if it was all right with her parents. She said they would have no problem. 

“So I told her great, that I’d see her at 6:00 a.m., and I thought that would be it. But she just sat there looking at me. So I said ‘what?’ She said very calmly, ‘you know, you’re very beautiful.’ I was totally caught off guard, and could only say ‘well, thank you.’

“Then she said, ‘And I think you have a great body.’”

Suddenly Julia was turned on. She tried not to let Beth on to it, and kept rubbing her feet. 

“I couldn’t say anything,” Beth continued. “I was just like, ‘uh, uh,’ when she says, ‘just thought I’d let you know.’ Then she said, ‘thanks, coach. See ya.’ And left. So I was a little worried about the next morning – not so much the swimming part but in the shower afterwards. Nothing happened. I mean, I could feel her looking at me the whole time, and if I looked at her she would just smile. It got so each morning I would think about it on the drive to school. I kept thinking about being accused of something, or losing my job, or, or worse. It was terrible. 

“One morning a week or so later, we finished our workout and hit the showers. She’s looking at me and soaping herself up as usual when she says, ‘Do you like my body?’ ‘Amy...’ was just about all I could get out, and I gave her a disapproving look. ‘Because I think you are really sexy,’ she said. I told her thanks, but we shouldn’t be having this conversation. 

“‘Have you ever been with a woman?’ she asked me. ‘That... is none of your business,’ I said, and turned away from her.” Beth continued. “‘Because I have,’ she told me.  I was stunned. I turned back to her and I was like, ‘you’re 14! How have you been with anyone?’ She said, ‘My boyfriend made me try it the first time, but I liked it, so I did it a couple times since.’ I was stunned. I just stood there. She started moving closer to me. ‘But none of them were as pretty as you,’ she said, and she reached up and touched my cheek. ‘Amy...’ I said... but she just looked over my entire body. She traced her hand down to my right breast, caressed it, and said, ‘God, you’re so beautiful.’ Then she leaned in and took my nipple in her mouth.”

Julia was rubbing Beth’s feet harder and harder now. She was wildly turned on by her daughter’s story. Beth shifted as she continued, unintentionally opening up her bathrobe even more. “She’s getting turned on just remembering her own story,” Julia thought, as she watched her daughter’s thighs rub slowly together.

“All I could say was her name again, ‘Amy,’ but I was getting hot, and I couldn’t stop her. She worked my tits wonderfully with her mouth and her hand, and the next thing I know I’ve got my right hand on her head, stroking her hair, and my left hand moving up her side to her breast. It was cone shaped and small, no bigger than a golf ball, and I had to tease the nipple out with my fingertips.”

Julia continued to rub Beth’s feet and watch her shift uncomfortably. She knew now that she would masturbate furiously once her daughter went to sleep. Beth was almost in a trance as she recalled the rest. 

“She replaced her mouth with her other hand, and looked at me intently as she rubbed me and played with my nipples. Here I was in shock, and she was calm and confident. I wanted very badly to both stop and continue. She licked her lips, and leaned in toward my head. I knew I was going to kiss her. Our lips met and locked onto each other. Her hands felt so great on me, so I kept fondling her breasts. She opened her lips and I followed. Our tongues gently pressed into each other. Slowly, patiently, we began playing with each other’s tongues.”

Julia was losing it. She needed relief badly now, but desperately wanted to hear the end of her daughter’s story. She continued to rub Beth’s feet, all the while with her daughter’s bush and thighs rubbing against each other right in front of her face.

“I couldn’t believe it,” Beth continued, indeed getting lost in her own story. “I was making out with this 14 year-old girl in the school showers, and I was powerless to stop it. Suddenly I feel her right hand move from my breast and make its way down... down... she slipped a finger into me... I moaned in her mouth... she pinched and rubbed my clit... I... I was trembling... I reached down and felt her tummy... my fingers kept going... I could feel the beginning of her pubic hair... and then... and then...”

...And then Julia opened her mouth and ran her long, wet, rough tongue up the underside of Beth’s foot. 

“Mom!” Beth cried as she snapped out of her trance.

Julia took Beth’s toes in her mouth and ran her fingernails up her daughter’s inner legs. 

“No, mom! Don’t!” Beth begged, intercepting her mother’s hand and hopping up off the couch. 

“I’m sorry...” Julia started.

“What are you doing?” Beth asked, and started to cry. 

“I don’t know, I just, I... I’m sorry...” Julia stammered. “I'm so sorry...”

“It’s just... I don’t know. It’s the night before my wedding! I felt so guilty and confused about that girl. I just needed to talk to you about it... and... and... tomorrow’s my wedding day!” Beth began to sob. 

“Beth honey! Oh, I’m so sorry! Oh, please don’t, please, no...” Julia began to cry as well, and got up to comfort her daughter. “I didn’t mean to...”

“You didn’t mean to what?” Beth asked. “Lick my foot? I find that a little hard to believe!” 

Julia was taken aback. 

Beth continued: “Do you know what it’s like to wake up every morning knowing that once you made out with your own mother? Do you? That you went down on her? That you licked her asshole? Do you have any idea? Because it’s horrible! And I’m trying to put it behind me!” 

Julia stood there, horrified by what she'd done to her daughter. She wanted to reach out and comfort her, as a mother, but was too afraid. 

Finally Beth gave in. “I’m so sorry, mom,” she said, still crying. 

“Oh, no honey, I’m the one who should be sorry.” Julia went over and embraced her daughter. 

“I just, I don’t know. I have so much on my mind. It’s just a crazy time.” Beth said, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. 

“I know, I know. It’s OK.” 

They kept their arms around each other for several minutes, just slowly rocking together as they tried to stop crying. 

Julia broke the silence. “Just so you know,” she said, “I really do feel like the worst mother in the world sometimes. Like it’s all my fault for starting ‘the game’ with you in the first place.”

“It’s not ‘the game.’ It’s just that things got out of control that night. Sometimes it’s really hard to rationalize. But it was never 'the game.' I liked ‘the game,’ it was like our special thing.” 

Julia squeezed Beth tight. “Well, it won’t ever happen again, how’s that?” 

“OK, mom,” Beth said, her tears ceasing. 

“It’s all right now,” Julia said, running her fingers through Beth’s hair. “Everything’s going to be OK”

“Thanks,” Beth said. She rested her head on her mom’s shoulder and kissed her cheek.

Julia turned her head and gave Beth a little kiss on the lips. Beth smiled and looked her mother in the eye, and gave her a little kiss back. They stared at each other for a brief moment and then kissed again – warm, full and long lasting, but closed mouthed. 

When they broke the kiss, Beth reached her arms up to her mother’s shoulders... and traced her hands down to the ends of Julia’s breasts. 

“Oh, Bethy, you don’t have to play ‘the game’ any more!” said Julia. 

“It’s OK, mom. I told you, I like ‘the game.’ It makes me feel good.” 

“Well, then you can do it as much as you like,” said Julia. 

With that, Beth began lightly caressing her mom from her shoulders down to the end of her enormous breasts in slow, light movements. She didn’t do this intentionally as a sex act; it was just something that comforted her from years of innocently playing “the game” with her mother. 

But for Julia, it was still her breasts that were being touched, and despite the evening’s roller coaster of emotions it did feel really good. As Beth continued to caress, Julia became concerned that these actions would just lead to more confusion. “Sweetie,” she said, “I didn’t mean to just dismiss your story about the swimmer.  Why don’t we sit back down on the couch and you can finish.”

The two women sat back down. Once Julia was comfortable, Beth leaned in and put her head on her mother’s lap. To Julia’s astonishment, Beth continued to lightly caress her breasts. 

Beth sniffled and began to finish the story. “Nothing happened after that. As I was about to touch her, I heard a locker open and girls chatting with each other. It startled me - I broke away and went back to my office.” Beth squeezed her mother’s left tit gently with one hand and nuzzled her face into the right. 

Julia arched her back, surprised at the continuing affections. She wanted to say "lick me," but she managed: “Well, that’s good."

Beth continued: “After that we still met for extra training in the morning. But I just waited for her to finish showering before I took mine.” Beth snuggled her face further into her mother’s right breast and squeezed and lifted the left, running her thumb over the nipple. 

“She was a persistent little girl though, she told me one day in my office that she was sorry if she scared me, and that if I was ever interested, there was plenty more where that came from.” Beth ran her tongue across the fabric covering her mother’s right nipple.

Julia didn’t understand in the least what was going through Beth’s mind, but she was titillated beyond belief. She lifted her white top, and her gigantic boobs plopped down right in front of her daughter’s eyes. 

Beth didn’t miss a beat, rubbing the milky softness of her mother’s left breast while encircling the half-thumb sized nipple on the right with her tongue and giving it a long suck. 

“So,” asked Julia, trying desperately to find the words to maintain a normal conversation. “Is everything all right with her now?” 

“Yes, although part of me is still worried that one morning I’ll come to work and the principal or this girl’s mother or some cop will be waiting for me,” Beth said, using her hand to stuff her mother’s right breast into her mouth, lightly biting at the areola and nipple. 

“What about you? Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Beth flicked the nipple rapidly with her tongue. 

“Does Scott know?”

“No. I was too embarrassed to tell him.” Beth buried her head in the valley of her mother’s chest, licking all over and smooshing the left breast into her head. She twisted her mother’s other nipple with her free hand. 

Julia, who for the most part had been holding her breath to keep from letting on that she was extremely aroused, finally couldn’t take it any more and let out a sigh of pleasure. 

“Mother, is this turning you on?” Beth asked.

“Oh... I’m sorry. I, uh...”

“It’s OK. It’s my fault. I should have known that story would do that, and I... guess I can get a little affectionate.” Beth kept on caressing her mother. “So... I suppose you need... some relief?” 

A jolt of sexual energy pounded through Julia. “No! I mean, yes, but no, you don’t have to do that.” 

“Well, this is going to sound stupid,” said Beth, “but I didn’t mean me. It would feel too much like cheating. I mean, I’m supposed to...” 

“Get married tomorrow, I know,” Julia said. She decided she wouldn’t push the issue at all. “That’s OK baby.”

“But if you wanted to, you know, do it yourself, I wouldn’t mind watching.” Beth said, smiling up at her mother from between her breasts. 

“Really? You’d like to watch?” 

“Yeah, I mean, it might be kind of fun,” Beth said, pushing her mother’s tits together and running her tongue across both nipples. 

“Well, I don’t know, I never had an audience before. Maybe we should watch each other?” 

“You want to watch me? Really?” Beth asked.

“Sure.” 

“All right! Let’s do it!” Beth said, rising from her mother’s lap. She took Julia’s hand and pulled her up off the couch. Julia lost the rest of her clothing and sat down in front of her daughter completely naked. Beth still had her bathrobe on, but it was open down the front. The two busty blondes looked each other over. 

Julia’s clit was completely swollen and all ready to deliver her to orgasmic bliss. So she gently, cautiously rubbed only one finger into her pussy and slowly across her mound, making tiny, light circles. “This is kind of a rush,” she told her daughter. 

“Tell me about it,” said Beth. She was not as far along as her mother, so she used the flat part of her fingertips to rub her clit vigorously up and down. 

Julia sat enthralled watching the flurry of her daughter’s fast finger-work. Still trying hard not to come yet, she continued with the moist, tender ministrations of her own. “Open your bathrobe for me,” Julia requested.

“Oh, god mom,” Beth grunted, pushing the cloth aside to display her own large breasts for her mother. “Play with your tit,” Beth begged. 

Julia reached up with her free hand to massage her own boob and pinch the nipple. Seeing this, Beth followed suit and in no time they were past the point of no return. Legs spasmed, tummies trembled and faces scrunched as both girls exploded into simultaneous orgasm. 

Both slouched over against the couch, heart pounding and completely spent. Julia gazed at her daughter. Beth smiled and looked back into her mother’s eyes. She plopped down next to her mom. 

“A taste of what you’re missing?” Julia asked, holding up her right hand to her daughter.    

“Mmm,” Beth purred, sucking Julia’s fingers into her mouth. She offered her own hand to her mother, who accepted it willingly as well. The two licked and cleaned each other’s fingers thoroughly for a few minutes. 

When all traces of residual vaginal wetness were gone, Beth got up to go to the bathroom saying, “I really have to pee.” 

Julia climbed up onto the couch and sighed, smiling. “How did I get such an amazing daughter?” she thought. She put her arms behind her head to relax, took a deep breath, and zonked out.  

When Beth finished in the bathroom, she found her mother passed out on the couch.  She didn’t want to wake her over the pajamas, so she grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and put it over her. Beth retreated to her own bedroom to sleep. 

Julia awoke the next morning aroused. In the only dream she could recall, she was swimming in a public pool with a 14-year-old girl. The girl kept pulling the top of Julia’s bathing suit down and licking and sucking her breasts. When she tried asking her to stop, the girl slipped a finger under Julia’s bathing suit and fingered her to orgasm. 

The next morning, Julia awoke even before her travel alarm went off. She had planned all along to awaken her daughter with a massage on her wedding day. For this she had brought various oils and scents that she now carried with her into her daughter’s room.  

Julia quietly slipped her daughter’s sleep top up and brushed her hair off her back. She poured the oil onto her hands and a little onto Beth’s back, and began working it into the muscles, rubbing and pressing down. 

“Mmmm.” Beth purred. 

“Good morning, sweetie. Happy wedding day.” 

Julia kept up the massage. She intended it to be full body, but based on her daughter’s comments and reactions from last night, she wanted to keep it non-sexual. So she carefully slid off Beth’s pajama bottoms. As she did, Beth completely removed her sleep top. Julia proceeded with the massage, starting at Beth’s hamstrings and moving all the way down to her feet. Then she started again from Beth’s neck, doing her sides but being careful not to touch her breasts. She did Beth’s back, and then finished up on her butt. 

“That feels so nice, mom,” Beth cooed. 

As Julia kneaded her daughter’s butt cheeks, Beth opened her legs slightly. Julia finished up by smoothing out the remaining oil with her palms. When the pad of her middle finger passed over Beth’s now exposed anus, she pressed down on it a few times ever so slightly, feeling the tackiness of the oil against the bunching skin of her daughter’s sphincter. 

“Well, I better go jump in the shower now,” Julia said, hopping off the bed. 

“Wait,” Beth said, “would you mind doing my front?”

As anyone who’s ever given a massage knows, it is next to impossible to give a non-sexual frontal massage. But Julia didn’t mind. She sat back on the bed and poured the oil again. She started with Beth’s feet and moved up, being very careful not to touch her daughter’s pussy. She worked up to the stomach, and then came the big decision. 

Beth’s breasts were gorgeous. They were now nearly as big as her mother’s, and Julia was sure that once Beth had children they would surpass even her own in size. The only real difference was the nipples - while Julia's were these two, giant protrusions, Beth's were still comparatively small. Julia certainly had no qualms about touching them, but she didn’t want to upset Beth. She decided to do it. After all, who asks for a frontal massage and doesn’t expect their breasts to be touched? 

She poured oil onto her hands and down onto Beth’s breasts. She poured it directly onto her daughter’s nipples and watched the oil form rivulets as it cascaded down the glorious swells. Julia gathered her courage and began massaging. 

Beth didn’t object. She just lay back as her mother tenderly cupped, squeezed and rubbed her breasts. Julia was careful not to play with her daughter’s nipples, although she felt them sliding under her fingers and palms. After several long minutes, she couldn’t take it any longer. She was enjoying this too much and was still aroused from her dream and the memories of last night. She trailed her hand down towards Beth’s pussy. 

Beth intercepted her mother’s hand and said, “Thanks mom. I should really start getting ready.” She sat up and crossed the room, grabbing some towels from a stack in the corner. “Here,” she said, handing them to her mother, “you can use these for your shower.” 

“Thank you, honey,” Julia said, more than a little disappointed, and headed into the bathroom. 

Several minutes later, Julia was out of the shower, toweling herself off when she heard Beth call her from her bedroom. 

“Mom, can you help me with this?”

Julia walked in the room with only her towel wrapped around her. Beth was wearing her wedding dress and trying unsuccessfully to close it in back. 

“Sure,” said Julia, stepping behind Beth and fastening the dress. She took a few steps back to admire her daughter. “Wow, baby. You look so beautiful,” she said. 

“Thanks mom.” The two stood there looking at each other for nearly a minute. Beth, feeling very close to and proud of her mother, slyly asked, “Madame, would you like the first dance?” 

“Oh, I’d love it!” 

“Well then, you better take off that towel. I don’t want the dress getting wet.” 

Julia took off the towel and stood before her daughter in all her naked glory. The two embraced – Julia’s arms around her daughter’s head, Beth’s arms around her mother’s waist. They slowly turned in circles, holding each other tight. Finally, Julia spoke. 

“Beth, listen. I know you’re having troubles with what happened between us. I want to you to know that you are my daughter first and foremost, and I love you more than anything in the world. There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you. And I’m so proud of you today.” 

“Thanks, mom.”

“And I just want you to know that I don’t think what happened was wrong, or gross, or... I don’t know. It was special. I’ve never done anything like that and the fact that it was with you made it even more... well, amazing. I’m not going to lie.”

Beth nodded in agreement. 

“Now I know that this is your special day,” Julia continued, “and I don’t want to ruin it. But no matter what you think you should be feeling, I just have to say this – you did know you were telling me a very sexy story yesterday. You didn’t have to play the game, and you didn’t have to, you know, along with me, even though I’m so glad you did. You also didn’t have to ask me to massage your front earlier. And slow dancing naked with you in your wedding dress right now has got to be the most erotic thing I could even imagine. Right now I want to...”

“Mom-I...” Beth interrupted.

“Shhh,” Julia said. “I’m going to kiss you now. On the lips. You can tell me how you feel by how you kiss me back.” 

Their eyes met briefly, and Julia moved in and placed her lips directly on her daughter’s. They stayed that way for a while, Julia’s mouth slightly open in eager anticipation of Beth’s tongue. Beth’s lips were full, but closed. 

“OK, sweetie,” Julia said, pulling the kiss away. “I’m sorry if I was inappropriate.” 

“It’s all right, mom.” They continued to hold each other and started to slowly dance again. “You can still kiss me if you want,” Beth added, with puppy dog eyes. 

They smiled and kissed again, both with their lips full and moist, but closed. They turned as they held each other and danced to a song only they could hear. Julia began to lightly stroke her daughter’s hair and the back of her neck, while Beth took to caressing the small of her mother’s back. 

As the minutes rolled on, the kiss was not broken and the two increased the range of motion in their caresses. Julia was now caressing her daughter’s exposed shoulders as well, and Beth’s hand now brushed almost to the top of her mother’s ass. 

Julia purred and leaned into the kiss a little more, and felt Beth’s hand completely caress over the cheeks of her ass. She opened her mouth a bit to gasp and when she closed it she locked onto Beth’s lower lip. Beth slid both hands down and held her mother’s ass. 

“Mmm...” Julia purred, opening her lips slightly, hoping to meet Beth’s tongue. She did not, so she lightly licked across her daughter’s lips. As they continued to circle, Julia pressed her lips into Beth’s with long, sweet, kissing motions, trying desperately to urge Beth’s tongue out. Finally she decided it wasn’t going to happen, and broke the kiss. 

They held each other and turned for a few more minutes. Their hands no longer wandered – Julia’s clasped behind her daughter’s neck and Beth’s locked together along her mother’s bare ass.  

Julia just stayed there enjoying the moment, recalling all sorts of memories with her daughter and becoming a little emotional that she was getting married today. She made a little sniffle. 

“Everything OK, mom?” asked Beth. 

“Yeah, just kind of sad to think of my baby as getting married.” 

“Don’t worry mom. Part of me will always be yours.” 

Julia felt a little tingling coming from her rear, followed by another, unexpected sensation. It was her daughter’s ring finger sliding up her asshole. 

“Oh!” she gasped. 

Beth pulled Julia close. She kneaded her mother’s ass with her right hand and wiggled her engagement ring finger deeper and deeper up her mother’s ass.

“Oh, god Beth, Are you sure?!?” Julia moaned, as Beth began finger fucking her mother’s ass. 

“Fuck, mom, you turn me on so much,” Beth said. “This is so fucking wrong but I want you in the worst way.”  

Julia held on as best she could as her daughter explored her rectum, until she couldn’t take it any more. She dropped to her knees and lifted her daughter’s wedding dress, crawling under it. She undid the garter as if it weren’t there, slid down the panties, and thrust her tongue up through Beth’s labial guard. 

Beth dropped her right hand to her dress to push her mother’s head into her pussy. But she didn’t want to make a stain on it with the finger that had just been up Julia’s ass, so she sniffed it, and became immediately turned on by the nastiness of it, and stuck the finger in her mouth. 

As Beth sucked her mother’s ass juice off her finger, Julia ate her daughter like a madwoman. She licked and sucked Beth’s clit and jammed two and three fingers up her pussy. 

“Mom,” Beth panted, laughing a little, “I can’t come standing up.” 

With that Julia emerged and laid her daughter down on her bed, then lifted the dress and went back for more on all fours. Julia did everything she could think of. She licked. She flicked. She sucked. She fucked her tongue as far into her daughter as she could. She crammed fingers in her pussy and her asshole. Finally Julia coaxed a magnificent orgasm out of her daughter. 

Beth made garbled sounds before crying out and panting hysterically. She quickly flipped over. “I’m gonna eat you so good, mom,” Beth exclaimed. 

Her mother was still on all fours, smiling and admiring her daughter’s energy with Beth’s wetness coating her face. Beth plowed right into to her mother’s exposed backside. She curled her hands around Julia’s legs to play with her mother’s clit, and jammed her tongue far into her mother’s pussy and rapidly licked up to her ass and back down. 

Julia, who’d been aroused practically since the moment she walked in the door, was very close to orgasm. As her body began to tremble, she felt Beth’s tongue deeply invade her asshole, fucking and wriggling around. 

“I thought you said you didn’t like licking your mother’s asshole,” Julia joked. 

“I lied,” Beth said. Her fingers, acting in concert with the tongue work going on deep in her mother’s ass, and expertly elicited an orgasm from the slippery mound of her pussy. Julia cried out in ecstasy, then collapsed on the bed. 

Beth, too, rolled over, exhausted. They lay that way for a few minutes to recuperate, mother completely naked and daughter in her wedding gown. 

Finally Julia moved down towards her daughter’s face. “This is what I want,” she said, kissing her daughter right on the mouth. Beth didn’t hesitate this time, and their tongues lovingly met and played together, further enhancing the romantically slutty bond between them. 

“I love you, mom.” 

“I love you, Beth.” 

Julia peeled the front of the wedding gown down to expose Beth’s tits. “I haven’t said hello to them yet,” she joked. 

Beth arched her back as Julia affectionately washed and massaged her boobs and nipples with her tongue. 

As Julia took one nipple between her molars for a teasing little nibble, Beth said, “Let’s make sundaes.” 

“What do you mean?” asked Julia. 

Beth removed the wedding gown, and lowered her pussy right to her mother’s tits. Taking one in her hand, she smeared it all over her pussy, transferring all her natural juices onto her mother’s breast. Then she pushed her mother’s legs apart, gave her pussy a few quick tongue strokes, and rubber one of her own breasts across her mother’s moist folds. Crawling back up to her mother’s face, she swiveled around until they were in a titty “69,” where each woman could lick their own wetness off the other’s boobs. 

“See,” Beth said. “Sundaes.” 

“Honestly! Where do you learn this stuff?” 

Mother and daughter began their adoring attentions on each other’s breasts, replacing the secretions from their own pussies with saliva from their dripping tongues. They worked each other expertly, sucking and mouthing tit flesh while exciting each other’s nipples. 

Suddenly the doorbell rang. 

“Oh my god!” Beth gasped. “It’s my bridesmaids! We’re supposed to leave for the salon now!” 

“Here, I’ll go get the door, you go do what you need to do,” Julia said, helping her daughter up. They exchanged a quick but warm French kiss, smiled and trailed their hands down together as they separated. Julia put on the bathrobe and went to answer the door, thinking, “I sure hope they can’t smell pussy on my face.”  

Julia entertained the girls in the kitchen as Beth finished getting everything she needed. Beth finally joined them and corralled everyone out the door so they wouldn’t be late. She hugged her mom. 

“Good luck, baby,” Julia said. 

“Thanks mom,” Beth said. 

“Oh, and um... do me a favor.” Julia pulled her daughter in close. “Think of me when he fucks you tonight,” she whispered in Beth’s ear. 

“I always do,” Beth said, winking. She turned and hustled out to the car. 

Julia stood at the doorway, admiring her beautiful daughter as she went to go get ready for her wedding. She felt so much love for her. 

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Once Beth was out of sight, Julia went into action. There were many things she needed to do to get herself ready for the big day, so she didn’t have much time. 

She went to Beth’s desk and began to rifle through it until she found what she was looking for: The contact book for the girl’s swim team. 

“Please let there be only one Amy...” she thought as she went down the list. Sure enough, there it was. “Amy Gallo - Freshman.” She scrawled down the address and phone number and stuck it in her purse. 

Then she went to go get ready for the wedding. 

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