
Mother's Day


For "JM"


by Lotuseater




It was six o'clock on a dreary, overcast Sunday morning.

Karen Wu stretched and yawned, uncharacteristically still abed despite the 
comparatively late hour, for her.

What a day Saturday had been!  She had driven all morning to return home 
from State University.  She'd wanted to celebrate Mother's Day with her 
parents and briefly unwind before resuming summer classes.

Staring at the ceiling, she recalled how relieved she had been to have 
arrived an hour before they'd been to meet for brunch.

With time on her hands, she'd stopped in cute Mr. O'Casey's costume shop for 
a particularly naughty French Maid's outfit for the flourishing 
Teacherspets.com website she had founded with Jennifer Wolcott.  Her 
roommate had displayed an unexpected gift for conceiving of highly erotic 
lesbian scenarios, and Karen surprised herself with her newfound knack for 
producing sexy vignettes.

"Oriental Maid meets the Stratford Cosmetics Woman" promised to be no 
exception.

Mr. O'Casey had leeringly asked where the costume party would be held (so he 
could "crash it", the septuagenarian had joked) and Karen had merely blushed 
meekly in reply.  If the dear old man only knew!

Karen had arrived at Chez Maxine's twenty minutes early, after stopping to 
purchase an immense gift basket at Chocolate Dreams.  Both packages went 
into the trunk of her car.

Brunch had been well underway when her Dad suddenly registered a stricken 
expression.  The paramedics had whisked him off to the Willow Lake hospital 
emergency room, while Karen comforted her concerned mother.

The diagnosis had been appendicitis.  Not life-threatening, and certainly 
eminently treatable.  Nevertheless, Karen knew her Mom would not sleep that 
night for fear of what might happen.

Dr. Whitlock had been available, on a rare weekend off.  He had rushed to 
perform the surgery on his old friend, as Karen and Vivienne anxiously 
awaited the results.

Colin Wu was in excellent physical condition, and his blood pressure had 
scarcely dropped while he'd been on the operating table.  When Henry 
Whitlock strode confidently out of the operating heater, his rugged features 
were split by an enormous grin.

"He'll be just fine, girls.  Now why don't you go home and get some rest?" 
he boomed affably.

Despite the doctor's encomium, Vivienne had dithered in the intensive care 
ward for another hour.  Colin would be some time in recovering from the 
anaesthesia, but she had so wanted to see him awake again she was desperate 
for the least sign of consciousness.

Between gentle persuasion and tender wheedling, Karen was able to drag her 
mother from the hospital.  After exchanging tearful "goodnights" (Vivienne 
crying from worry, and Karen from sympathy) they had retired well before 
nine o'clock.  But Karen knew her mother would spend a pensive night tossing 
and turning; periodically checking on her every few hours in the darkness, 
the troubled movements of her mother's restive form confirmed Karen's 
suspicions.

Karen loved her father no less than her mother, but she knew they could do 
him no good by sickening themselves over his condition.  Besides, the 
doctor's prognosis was very promising.  Karen half-guiltily reflected that 
she'd slept like a log, even though she'd risen several times to look in on 
her Mom.

Mulling the matter over, she hit upon a way to relax her mother.

She quickly got up and washed her face.  After applying some sexy crimson 
lipstick and a cheerful pink eye shadow, she retrieved the flimsy uniform 
from yesterday's purchases.  Then she carefully opened the pink cellophane 
wrapping the gift basket and selected a small bottle of maple syrup, a jar 
of almond butter and a big box of oversized colorful chocolate truffles.

Karen shucked the oversized football jersey she wore for pajamas and, 
carelessly discarding it into a corner, switched for the shiny black satin 
costume.

In Mr. O'Casey's store, she'd mentally weighed the relative merits of a size 
"large" versus "small" and had finally decided on the bigger one.

Now she appreciated her choice, as she inspected herself with satisfaction 
in the bedroom mirror.  The halter hung loosely over her proud breasts, 
revealing tantalizing peeks at her already stiff nipples with every little 
movement.  Perfectly provocative, ideal for what she had in mind.

The frilly cap and lacy garter completed the ensemble.  She slipped into her 
tallest heels and elected to forgo panties.  If all went according to plan, 
she'd not need them for long anyway...

She could feel a slight damp trickle between her naked thighs as she
bore her two selections to the kitchen, where she placed them on a silver 
salver.  Carefully she carried the tray back upstairs and down the carpeted 
hallway to her parents' bedroom.

Negotiating the thickly piled rug was trickier than she'd imagined in high 
heels whilst balancing the laden platter, but she managed to wobble to the 
end of the hall without spilling her burden.

Karen gently tapped at the panelled door.

"Come in, dear," came her mother's low voice, muffled from behind the door.

From the slight hoarseness, she'd evidently not slept a wink since early the 
day before.  Karen squared her shoulders with resolve to carry out her 
little scheme.

She opened the door and breezed into the darkened master bedroom.

"Bonjour-matin, Madame!" Karen announced gaily.

Her buoyant tone an lissome manner masked the deep concern she felt for her 
mother's state of mind.

As Karen drew back the shade to admit the grey daylight, she saw Vivienne 
flat on her back, nightgown buttoned all the way up to her throat, hair a 
black halo around her head.  Dark circles were under her eyes.  She was 
beautiful.  Karen's heart went out to her.

"Karen, what -"  Vivienne lifted herself up onto her elbows.

"Le petit dejeuner est servee, Madame,"  Karen said smoothly.

Setting the tray on the edge of the bed, she slipped the straps of the 
maid's uniform over her shoulders so the skimpy costume wafted to the floor.

She slit open the box of candy with her thumbnail and selected an enormous 
pastel green bonbon, and an equally large fluorescent pink one.  Cupping 
them, she let the warmth of her palms melt the soft candy.

Vivienne could only stare as her nude daughter slowly smeared the nearly 
liquid stuff from her hips to her collarbone.  The truffles left 
particolored trails of white icing, brightly colored fondant and rich dark 
chocolate on Karen's pale skin.

Her throat was suddenly dry.

Karen continued her sensual display by uncapping the jar of almond butter 
and, stirring the top layer of oil back into it with her index finger, 
applied a generous dollop to the top of each pert breast.  She carefully 
applied a spot of maple syrup to the top of each now fully-distended nipple 
before shuffling over to her mother's side to offer them to Vivienne's open 
mouth.

Wordlessly, her mother threw back her head, closed her eyes, and took as 
much of Karen's full tit into her gaping mouth as she could fit.  Her tongue 
lavished attention to the tender young girlflesh and she felt wildly  
decadent as the sticky mess covered her cheeks and hair.

Sitting up, Vivienne clasped Karen's festively adorned body to her, 
clutching the girl's torso to her with both forearms.

Karen felt the powerful fires of passion building deep in her loins as her 
mother virtually gobbled at her bosom, lapping and licking for all she was 
worth.  The sensation of Vivienne's lewd tongue and her mother's insistent 
embrace aroused her immensely.

She whimpered and, half-turning, reached for a brilliant canary-yellow 
chocolate.  Karen closed both hands over it for some moments, then looked 
Vivienne straight in the eyes as she deliberately applied the gooey mass 
between her legs...

Vivienne moaned and lowered her face to her daughter's belly.  Her 
glistening pink tongue traced its way down across Karen's full bush, even as 
the girl lifted one leg to offer her sex to Vivienne.  It was spectacularly 
erotic.

Karen rested her foot comfortably on the bed as Vivienne sat herself on the 
floor to gain better access to her candy-coated pussy.

"Ngh, ngh, ngh," Vivienne grunted as her tongue danced wildly, slipping 
madly all over the lubricious contours.

"Ohhh..." sighed Karen.

Now fully conscious and aware of her awakened libidinous desires, Vivienne 
rose to remove her nightdress.

She thoughtfully scooped out two fingersful of almond butter and stroked it 
across her body.  Then she applied more and more until the tan cream was all 
over her breasts and oozing cunt.

"Won't you join me, cherie?" she huskily invited Karen.

Karen admired her mother's sexiness with a pang of envy but mostly with 
wanton lust.

"Avec plaisir, Madame!"

Karen eagerly eased her mother onto her back and carefully straddled
Vivienne's head with her knees as she dove in.

Both women savored the exquisite sensation of the soft, sweet confections 
squishing between their firm bodies.

Vivienne felt wickedly depraved, and loved each moment of it.  Her own 
daughter was burrowing deeply into her hot, steaming womanhood with nose, 
chin, tongue and lips even as Vivienne was eating out Karen.

Chills ran up and down her spine as the intensity of Karen's moaning 
increased in volume and pitch.  She squirmed under the delicious weight of 
her daughter's writhing form.

The lubricant they'd improvised felt quite exhilirating, alternately greasy 
and adhesive t times permitting them to slide against each other and other 
times pasting their bellies together as they moved in unison.  It was 
marvelous.

The two stepped up the frantic pace of their ministrations, Karen taking one 
of Vivienne's labia between her lips and, sucking powerfully on it, pulling 
it by raising her neck.  Vivienne parted Karen's folds with her fingers and 
roughly laved the exposed clitoris with the top of her tongue.

Karen began to buck her hips uncontrollably.  She squealed her pleasure, 
encouraging her mother to greater boldness and heights of enjoyment.

The fragrant stickiness smacked and squeezed between Karen's pudendum and 
Vivienne's breasts.  It was absolutely and indescribably scrumptious.

Vivienne wiped up some of the sweetness from between their bodies with her 
right palm and applied it to Karen's pulsating pussy with her fingers.

Then she took Karen's little nubbin in her mouth and sucked mightily, making 
loud slurping sounds as she did.

Karen cried out, "Oooh!" and came in a rush.  Vivienne daintily lapped the 
sweet cream from Karen as it ran from her cunt, not missing one precious 
droplet.

With renewed vigor, Karen thrust her middle finger into her mother's sopping 
love-tunnel and delicately nibbled at the now blood-engorged clit.

Pressure from her mother's elbows told Karen that Vivienne was licking her 
juices off her own fingers.

She knew Vivienne's aroused state was at its peak, and this would be her 
best opportunity to achieve her end.

The tension between Vivienne's legs now grew unbearable and, supporting 
herself on her elbows she palmed her own breasts, exulting in the sticky 
feel of her nipples as she twiddled them between her fingertips.  She was in 
heaven from Karen's attentions to her nether regions, and couldn't believe 
the incredibly nasty things her daughter was capable of performing on her 
own sex.

"Oh! Uh!" Vivienne gasped in ecstasy.  She began to spasmodically twitch, 
her mouth working.  Animal sounds emanated from her throat.

Inspired, Karen switched to tonguing her mother's puckered asshole while her 
thumb rudely stimulated that throbbing button.

Then, "Uhhhhhnh..."

Vivienne thrust her bottom high into the air once, twice, and a final time.

She fainted dead away.  Her head lolled, dropped onto the mattress.

Karen rested for a few minutes before quietly arising from the bed.  She 
tucked a pillow under Vivienne's head.

Gently covering her mother's sleeping form with the bedsheet and coverlet, 
Karen softly kissed her on the lips.  She lingered to wipe away some of her 
own lipstick from the slumbering Vivienne's mouth.

"Sleep well, Mom."

She drew the shade and slipped out of the bedroom, looking back at Vivienne 
as she did so.

The beatific smile on Vivienne's relaxed face would give her great 
satisfaction that would last all the way back to school.

Karen paused at the threshold of her parents' bedroom.

"Happy Mother's Day..."



END
