Incest/Taboo Angela & Mindy

Staring deep into each other's eyes the whole time and nowhere else, the two women skillfully manipulated each other's mammaries in ways that experience had taught them would dramatically increase each other's arousal. Even though they were both still wearing all of their clothes, the effect was still immediate and very noticeable.

Irresistibly drawn together, mother and daughter at last shared a kiss.

It was exactly the sort of kiss they had both been dreaming of for the last few months. The kind of kiss that poets wax lyrical over and romance novel authors rant and rave about. A kiss that made it feel as if their very souls were touching. A long, wet, deep kiss that left the couple breathless and sent what felt like a powerful electrical charge straight through them both from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes.

In the aftermath of such a kiss as this, there was only one thing Mindy could possibly say. "Wow."

"Yeah." Angela could not help but agree. "Wow."

With all the exuberance and enthusiasm that only a teenager could muster, Mindy grabbed hold of the front of her mother's blouse and started unfastening the buttons. The older woman grinned with pleasure at her impatience to see her without her clothes and didn't waste any time in pulling off her top just as soon as enough buttons were undone to allow her to do so easily.

The blouse went flying and Mindy next attacked her mother's bra. The piece of underwear yielded easily to the girl's nimble fingers and was quickly pitched aside too. This left the older woman topless, her firm breasts heaving and bouncing gently because she was breathing so hard thanks to the excitement of this long awaited moment.

Now that she would finally be able to get her hands on the older woman's bare flesh once more, Mindy reached out eagerly to take one of her mother's full breasts in each hand. She was just lowering her head to take one of the hard nipples into her mouth when the unthinkable happened. Again.

That damn bell started ringing upstairs.
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Angela and Mindy had both been well aware that today's quality time would be interrupted periodically by the ailing man upstairs, but he seemed to be disturbing them every few minutes or so and this was not sitting well with either of them.

"What do you want?" Angela snarled as she stormed into the bedroom and sent a harsh glare towards her husband.

Perhaps it was simply because the look he was getting was so terribly cold or because of the intense fury evident in her voice, but David actually managed to notice his wife's emotional state this time. "Honey? Is everything all right?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

He shrugged uncertainly. "You just seem a trifle bit . . . upset."

Angela struggled to rein in her temper, knowing that she was going to ruin everything if she didn't calm down fast. She was beginning to wonder if trying to fool around with her daughter right under her husband's nose like this was really such a great idea. Most probably it was not, but remembering the kinds of enticements the girl had to offer made her absolutely unwilling to try to stop under any circumstances.

"It's just that I'm finding it a little hard to finish any of my chores when I have to come running up here every other minute."

David tried to make snort derisively at that, but his stuffed up head made it a pretty comical effort. "If you really were coming up here every other minute, I wouldn't be having to ring that bell so often," he pointed out.

Angela felt her irritation with this man start to rise again and clamped down on it with every last bit of her will power.

"Besides," he added, "it really so terrible to have to pay a little extra attention to your husband when he's so very sick? You know I'd do the same for you if it was you who were ill."

Angela showed him how a derisive snort should be done. Her husband had run off and left her to fend for herself during far too many illnesses to buy that.

Remembering that all of this nonsense was just serving to keep her away from her precious young lover, she decided not to argue with him and just cut to the chase. Once again, though this time in a somewhat milder tone, she asked, "What did you want?"

"Hmm?" He seemed to have forgotten that it was he who originally called her up here. "Oh, yes! I just wanted to tell you that I was done with the soup." Sensing that his wife's emotions were still running a little high and wondering if it was already her time of the month again, he decided that he needed to say something to appease her. "Thanks, it was delicious!"

"Uh, huh."

Striding across the room, she bent forward and scooped up the bed tray. David might have been sick, but he was still a heterosexual male and so he naturally took advantage of this opportunity to check out his beautiful wife's breasts, only to notice from the way they moved inside her top that she wasn't wearing a bra anymore. This discovery led him to take a closer look at her and notice that her blouse was now wrinkled and that she had missed a couple of buttons when she did it up.

She couldn't help but notice his scrutiny. "What?"

"Where did your bra go? And what happened to your blouse?"

Angela looked down for a moment and took in the state of her clothes, her mind racing for a plausible answer.

"I spilled some cleaning chemicals on the blouse I was wearing before and it not only stained the blouse, it went straight through and messed up my bra!" She couldn't help but wince, thinking how terrible this story sounded and how nobody could possibly be stupid enough to believe it. "I had to take them off and get them into the washer quick or that stain would ruin them. I noticed that I had some things in the dryer still and so I decided to just put this on rather than come up here and disturb you when your feeling so bad. That's why it's so wrinkled - I didn't exactly have a chance to iron it."

"Really?" he gave her a quizzical look as he studied her blouse. "You know, I'd be prepared to swear that this is the same blouse you were wearing earlier . . ."

"I liked this one so much that I got another one that was just like it," she inserted quickly.

"Oh. Okay." To her amazement, he seemed to swallow the entire story without a second thought!

Angela decided to get out of there before her luck changed and so she beat a hasty retreat with the bed tray, thanking God for gullible husbands.
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The bed tray with it's empty soup bowl and drinking glass ended up being unceremoniously deposited on the carpet just to one side of the foot of the stairs.

Knowing that her husband was bound to bother them again at any moment, Angela didn't want to waste even one moment of what time they did have. Returning to the couch quickly, she fell into her baby girl's arms and kissed her lips firmly.

Rather than risk any more difficult conversations with David over her appearance, Angela decided that it was Mindy who needed to be getting undressed. Without shifting from their embrace any more that she absolutely had to, she hastily stripped off the younger woman's top and skirt only to find that she wasn't wearing anything under them.

Her eyes wide as she enjoyed the view, Angela asked, "No underwear at all, Mindy?!"

"Considering all the things we were planning to do today, Mom," the girl answered with a grin, "it seemed to me that lingerie would just be in the way."

"Good thinking."

Firmly pressing the girl back against the arm of the couch, Angela slowly worked her way down that slender young body with kisses and gentle bites until she arrived at Mindy's pert bosom. She kissed her way slowly down the teenager's cleavage, alternating between the breasts and sneaking in a little nip at the tender flesh here and there.

Mindy moaned and arched her back under this delicious assault, cradling her mother's head in both of her hands and arching her back. When the older woman popped one of the large, dark, and very erect nipples into her mouth for a taste, Mindy threw her head back, closed her eyes, and cried out just a little too loudly.

"Hush now, baby. Remember, we have to be very quiet today. You're father has the TV going upstairs of course, but there's no sense taking any chances."

"I'll try, but you do that very well . . ." Mindy sounded a little hoarse and out of breath, but she was also chuckling. Raising her head again, she beamed happily at the wonderful woman she had locked so tightly in her embrace.

Her mother eagerly went back to work on those firm and tasty titties, but did not linger there for too much longer. Raising her eyes so that she could hold her little girl's gaze the whole time, she kissed and licked her way farther and farther down her body, pausing very briefly at the navel of course, and ended up perfectly positioned between her legs.

Just the sight of her mother down there again for the first time in far too long was ecstasy for the younger woman. Mindy spread her legs good and wide to make sure she had more than ample room down there to do anything she wanted to do. Smiling appreciatively, Angela lowered her head towards the girl's crotch and took a deep breath, inhaling that heady and unmistakable aroma.

Angela grinned then and cocked her head towards the stairs, cupping a hand at her ear and waiting just an instant for the inevitable sound of a ringing bell. Mindy giggled girlishly and waited too, but to their great relief they heard nothing from upstairs.

It was not merely out of playfulness that Angela had done this, however. Seeing the fine dining spread out in front of her, she had grave doubts about whether or not she would be able to stop eating once she got started. If her husband was going to call for her, it would be so much better for all concerned if he did it now and did not wait until she had her face buried between their daughter's legs. She found the continuing silence reassuring.

Perhaps her husband was finally going to get some rest and let her finish up that housework she had claimed to be doing.

Her head dipped down again and Mindy could feel her hot breath blowing across her most intimate of places. "Oh, God, Mom! Oh, yes!" The girl's babbling, almost nonsensical whimpers were born of the deepest desire and the most exquisite pleasure and so they were music to Angela's ears.

Angela's head went lower still and her tongue emerged, stretching out to find her lover's swampy twat. When it did, two things happened simultaneously.

First, a profound shudder coursed through the entire length of her daughter and the very nearly overcome Mindy made the most incredibly erotic little mewing noise that Angela had ever heard. It had to be the sexiest little sound Angela had ever heard.

Second, that damn bell started ringing again.

Mindy was in such a state that she very probably hadn't heard it, but her mother's head snapped up and turned to regard the stairs with a look of suspicion and fury. Oh, she had better not have just heard what she thought she had just heard. Somebody was going to have to die if she had just heard what she thought she had just heard.

The teenager was starting to come off her high as nothing else seemed to be happening between her legs and she gave her mother a curious frown, was about to ask her why she had stopped when the bell rang again.

"I am going to kill that man!" Springing up from where she and the girl had been lying in a lewd pile on the couch, Angela practically flew up the stairs.
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David was reclining on the bed, looking lonely and miserable as he channel surfed on the televison. The speed and forcefulness of his wife's arrival startled him.

"What is it?!"

For the life of him, he couldn't imagine why she would sound and look so very angry and so he figured that he must have been right earlier in guessing that it was her time of the month. Under the circumstances, he decided that he had better tread very lightly and not make any comments about her further deteriorating appearance.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, honey," he told her carefully, "I mean, I know how busy you are with the housework and everything, but I'm starting to feel really bad again. Is it time for another dose of medicine?" As if to prove this point, he did some more coughing.

The unexpected apology went a long way towards defusing Angela's anger, but it could not entirely dispel it. All she could think about was how she had only managed to get the tiniest taste of her beloved Mindy before she was so cruelly ripped away from her yet again and this made it impossible to simply forgive him.

She pointed at the digital alarm clock on the little end table next to him. "It's only been a couple of hours since you took those pills this morning," she reminded him curtly. "Your not supposed to take another dose of medicine for another four hours."

"But, honey," he begged in a needy, pathetic whine that grated on her nerves and threatened to bring her anger back up to full strength, "I feel really, really bad."

"I'm sorry," she told him, though in all honesty it didn't sound like she was very sorry that he was suffering. "You're just going to have to wait. Maybe you should try to get some sleep."

He looked so very disappointed that it would have been heartbreaking for her if she could have thought about anything but what she was missing out on downstairs. His nose was running again and he started to raise his arm to wipe it on his sleeve again only to stop when he caught the glare his wife was sending his way. With a sheepish grin, he grabbed for the Kleenex instead.

Angela groaned and turned towards the door, but was stopped by her husband's voice.

"Say, is Mindy up yet?"

Angela didn't turn around so that he wouldn't see the expression on her face. "She certainly is."

"Oh." He seemed to ponder on this for a little while. Something was apparently weighing on his mind and she would just have to wait until he decided to spit it out. "Well, when is she going to come up here and see me? Doesn't she know that her dear old Dad is sick? Surely she can take a few minutes out of her day to offer her ailing father a little sympathy."

"She's not coming up here, dear." Angela used her firm, 'brook no arguments' voice here and her husband noticed.

"Oh, I see." He sounded a little disappointed by this and went very silent for a while - except for a handful of coughs, of course - as he carefully mulled over what his wife had just said and trying to make some sense of it. Without any luck, apparently. "How come?"

She finally turned back to face him at last, being quite careful that her expression didn't get all sappy or dreamy over the teenager. "It's bad enough that I've got you stuck in bed sick. I'm not going to have her come up here and catch some germs and get sick too. Just consider yourself under quarantine."

"Oh." He still sounded disappointed. "It's just that I was thinking that a visit from my baby girl would be just the thing to get me feeling better."

She shook her head. "No, dear. I just don't feel up to playing nursemaid to the both of you." Also, of course, she didn't want Mindy feeling sick when she could be feeling up her loving mother, but naturally Angela did not mention this.

He persisted. "Just a quick, 'stick her head around the door' sort of visit . . ."

"David." That voice was back. The one that didn't like arguments. "It isn't going to happen."

"Oh, all right," he grumbled, sulking childishly because he wasn't going to get his way. He sagged back into the pillows he had stacked up against the headboard to use as a backrest, only to start wiggling and shifting his shoulders about in an unsatisfied way.

"Say, honey," he ventured, "as long as you're here, could you fluff up these pillows a little for me?" Assuming that she would agree, he raised up off the pillows to let her get at them.

She stared at him for what seemed an eternity before deciding that it would be better to go ahead and do it now. That way she could get back downstairs to Mindy more quickly and her husband would have one less excuse to call her back up here later. Muttering under her breath some things it was probably for the best he couldn't make them out, she went over to the bed and started fluffing.

Unbidden, the idea of cramming one of the pillows over his face, smothering him, and putting him out of her misery popped into her head, but she quashed the idea vigorously and reminded herself yet again that he wasn't like this very often. She was just glad that his nose was all stuffed up right now or he would surely smell the stink of arousal, sweat, and sex that was already clinging to her.

Once this final task was done and the pillows had been fluffed to within an inch of their life, she turned her back on him very pointedly and marched back out the door.
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Mindy was still naked and sitting on the living room couch right where her mother had left her, but Angela was very alarmed to see an upset look on her angelic face.

"Is something wrong, baby?"

The frustration the teenager was feeling was very evident in her voice as she looked up at her with a plaintive expression. "This just isn't working, is it, Mom? I mean, I know this was all my idea, but it's just not working out like I was hoping it would. You're spending twice as much time up there looking after Dad than you are with me."

Angela was very relieved to realize that her daughter wasn't feeling hurt or that she was being somehow slighted by her because she kept having to leave her and go upstairs. The girl understood that her mother had to go up there and why. The problem was simply that Mindy was frustrated and annoyed because the older woman kept being taken away from her whenever things started to warm up between them.

Angela was having problems with that, too, of course, but what could they do about it? Going over to the couch, she sat down close enough beside her to insure that things were able to get nice and cozy, one arm going around her snugly in a sympathetic sort of way.

"This isn't the way I was hoping this day would go either, sweetheart, but what else can we do?" She gave the teenaged and very naked girl a wolfish leer as she added, "Even if we tried to postpone any further fun and games until after your father is feeling better and back at work, I can't believe I'd be able to keep my hands to myself for very long. You're just too damn hot! An hour after I put you back into your clothes I'd probably be pestering you to take them off again."

Mindy cupped one of the older woman's full breasts in her hand and caressed it through the blouse. "A whole hour? Who are you kidding? It would be ten minutes at the absolute most!"

"Yeah, you're probably right," Angela chuckled. This little girl had cast some kind of magical spell over her and she knew that she really wouldn't be able to resist her enticements for too long at all.

Mother lowered her head to kiss daughter's inviting, pouting lips but the curse struck again as that bell started ringing again from upstairs.

Angela didn't care though and this time she very deliberately finished what she had started, sharing a long, deep kiss with her young lover. She took her time and did a very thorough job of it and didn't give a damn that it sounded like her husband was going to give himself carpal tunnel syndrome from ringing that bell so often and so hard.
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Angela appeared in the open doorway to the master bedroom with an odd look on her face that David couldn't quite decipher.

"What is it now, dear?" she inquired.

He decided not to mention how long it had taken her to respond to his ringing bell this time, remembering how cranky she had seemed before. He also chose to keep his resolution not to mention the gradual but marked deterioration of her appearance, though he had to wonder just how vigorously she must be doing the housework.

Instead, he gave her a pitiful, hangdog sort of look. "I'm feeling just awful, honey," he moaned miserably. "I can't stand it anymore. I need some more medicine."

Angela sighed heavily. She might have known it would be this again. All of the drugs this family owned were in a medicine cabinet in the bathroom attached to this very bedroom, so he could have gotten the pills and used them without ever bothering her, but he was apparently determined to have her wait on him hand and foot.

"I just got finished telling you that you can't take any more medicine for a couple of hours yet," she pointed out, crossing her arms. "Are you really going to drag me up here every five minutes to tell you the same thing over and over again?"

"Please, Angela!" he wailed, going so far as to throw a tragic arm across his forehead. "If I don't get something soon, I swear I'm going to make a widow out of you!"

She snorted at this, his behavior today making her wonder if that would really be such a bad thing. "Don't be silly, dear. You're not going to die from a simple cold."

"My will and the life insurance policy are down at the bank in the safe deposit box, and . . ."

"David!"

Angela was about to give her ailing husband a lecture about the dangers to not just his health but to his very life in taking too much of any medicine, when something suddenly occurred to her that made her freeze. The more she thought about it, the better an idea it seemed and she could have kicked herself for not having thought of it earlier.

She had another odd look on her face and David was beginning to worry about his inability to read these expressions. "What is it, honey?"

A broad smile that he found just a little unsettling somehow now put in an appearance on her face.

"Actually, dear, maybe there is something I can give you after all!"

Angela dashed into the bathroom to find the medicine cabinet. She returned just a few moments later with a pair of pills in one hand and a paper cup of water in the other. "Here you go, dear," she said, pressing the pills into his hand and holding out the cup to him. "This should be just what you need."

He didn't take the cup, considering the pills thoughtfully. "These aren't the same kind of pills I took this morning," he said, pushing them around his palm with his index finger.

"No, they aren't," she agreed. "I told you before that it won't be safe to take any more of that for a few hours."

"Of course," he answered with a slow nod, continuing to stare at the pills. "These are some awful big pills . . ."

"I don't believe this. Are you serious?"

He looked up at her blankly. "What?"

"You beg and badger me for some more medicine until I finally, reluctantly give in, and now you're going to argue with me over what kind of medicine I give you?!"

"It's just that I don't know if I can swallow such big pills . . ."

"Take the damn medicine, David!"

The volume and sheer ferocity of that command caused him to jump in alarm and had him snatching the cup of water from her and gulping down those pills just as fast as he possibly could.

Angela frowned, eyeing him carefully until she was absolutely certain that he had swallowed them both. Seeing that they were gone and knowing what was going to happen next, she then put on a serene little smile. "Very good, dear," she said, chuckling a little under her breath, "that should take care of everything."

"I hope so."

It was just a matter of time now. The pills Angela had just given her husband were actually some sleeping pills. They would not do anything to help cure his cold of course, but they would let him get some rest and stop him from any further interfering with his wife and daughter's activities downstairs. The two women of the family could enjoy themselves in perfect safety as well since previous experience with these sleeping pills had taught her that they will put their victim into a deep sleep from which almost nothing can wake you up from.

She could probably fuck Mindy on one side of the bed while her husband slept on the other and David would never be disturbed.

Watching her husband start to yawn and sag back into the pillows sleepily, Angela was thinking that it might be fun to give that a try.

She might even be able to use that special surprise she had stashed away in her closet . . .
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It was just a few minutes later that the still very naked teenager found herself draped over the edge of the big bed and, not coincidentally, across her utterly unconscious father's legs. She was not just lying still though - instead she was squirming and writhing and undulating wildly while making enough noise to have woken up anyone who hadn't just been given some sleeping pills.

The reason for this spirited and athletic behavior was standing just behind her.

Now wearing nothing but the huge strap on dildo she had fished from it's hiding place in the deepest and darkest recesses of her closet, Angela was pumping the sex toy in and out of the teenager's tight wet cunt with savage, even brutal force.

Angela had been quite pleased to discover that the girl still had her cherry and so was at least technically still a virgin as she had enjoyed a number of wonderful fantasies about deflowering her. She had been very careful about how she had taken her daughter's cherry with her oversized dildo and, though it had certainly hurt the teenager some, it was very obvious that it had started feeling a lot better very quickly.

Clawing desperately at anything within reach for something, anything to hang on to as she took the wildest ride of her young life, Mindy didn't realize where her hand had ended up until after she had come with a thundering series of overwhelming if not incapacitating orgasms. As she lay there and fought to catch her breath, thoroughly enjoying the burning soreness of her well used twat, she glanced over at started in surprise at where her hand had ended up.

Angela was surprised, too. It's not everyday that you see your teenaged daughter firmly holding onto her own father's obviously rock hard manhood through his pajama bottoms and the bed sheets. All of the sounds and smells of the sex act, the feeling of the nubile girl's body pressing and rubbing against his own, and the fumbling and inadvertent fondling of his cock had conspired to give him an erection even though he was unconscious.

It was accidental of course and she just couldn't be bothered to get too bent out of shape about it considering her own relationship with the girl. Besides, it wasn't as if David would ever know it had happened.

Even though she had been left in a state of shock after her very first full-scale fucking, Mindy was able to find enough presence of mind to be suitably impressed with both her father's size and girth and she did not let it go.

It was certainly not something she would have guessed in a million years.

Amazingly, all of the stimulation somehow managed to break through all of the drugs David had taken. Though still in a stupor, he opened his eyes a little and regarded the impossible scene before him with a blank expression. "Angela? What's going on?"

It was clear to his wife that he wasn't really there and that he would in all probability later interpret all of this as some kind of weird dream, so Angela didn't bother to try to invent a plausible sounding lie for all of this. "I'm fucking our daughter's brains out, dear. You don't mind, do you?"

Both of the women were a little surprised by the response this statement elicited.

The cock in the teenager's hand gave a profound twitch and the man muttered, "No way. That is so hot! I wish I could do that . . ."

And then he was sound asleep again.

Neither Mindy nor Angela could guess whether that statement had been born of delirium or if they had somehow tapped into some unconscious desire that David was harboring, but they didn't really care to give it too much thought right now.

The sleeping pills would wear off in eight or nine hours, so they only had that long to fuck each other to absolute exhaustion and then clean up all the evidence so that nobody would ever know that it had happened.

First things came first, after all.
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