Incest/Taboo Sarah's Lessons Continue

Sarah's Lessons Continue

Dad gets into the mix

Author's Note - This is part two of what will be a five-part series when done. The order of the stories is as follows.

Educating Sarah

Sarah's Lessons Continue

Mom's Stand-In

Mother's Eager Pupil

(final part to be announced)

Linda Harris couldn't believe what had just happened in those wee hours of early Sunday morning. She had just had a spontaneous sexual encounter with Sarah, her eighteen-year-old daughter! No question, there had been some buildup, especially over the last few days. Both Linda and her husband, Michael, had talked about how the young woman had become so attractive, even sexy, to the point Linda elicited a near-confession from her husband that he wanted to fuck Sarah during a bout of mischievous role-playing.

Lying there, naked, with her daughter still stretched out on top, she desperately tried to process the past fifteen minutes where they had passionately shared a delicious, wet climax. Basking in afterglow, she couldn't help but hold her child in a strong embrace. Although Sarah had been the instigator, Linda couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. Still, she couldn't find it in herself to feel regret.

What the fuck have I done? Oh, my god! But oh, how good it was.

Sarah, with her small voice, broke the silence. "Mom, I..." A tear streaked down her smooth cheek. "I'm sorry. I hope you're not mad at me."

Linda kissed away the tear. "Honey, no. What are you saying? It was just so unexpected."

"You're okay, then?" Sarah spoke what her mother was thinking. Linda almost rolled her eyes.

Jesus, she's asking ME if I'm okay?

"I'm fine, love." Another motherly kiss as she wiped away the tear. "I just need to process what happened." Linda took a deep breath. "Oh, my!"

Sarah giggled, nuzzling the smooth, damp skin between her mother's breasts. Linda responded by kissing the top of her head. Sarah looked up at her mother, her parted lips only an inch from a thick, erect nipple.

"That was pretty hot, huh?"

"Well, we both came pretty fast, didn't we?" Linda said with complete honesty. Why downplay it? Still...

I can't believe I'm saying this to my daughter.

"Uh-huh."

The thought of pushing her breast back into her daughter's mouth flitted through Linda's brain for a moment. God, it felt so very good when Sarah sucked on them! But she refrained. They both fell silent for a moment, crickets chirping outside. Their syncopated mating sounds soothed the unexpected lovers.

"But I have to ask, young lady." Linda squeezed her daughter's small butt. "What precipitated this?" There was a long pause before Sarah answered.

"Well, I..." she hesitated.

"Sarah," Linda put on her mother voice. "We didn't raise you to be shy, or a prude. Sex and desire are totally natural, especially at your age." She managed to chuckle. "I don't expect most mothers and daughters do it but here we are, and I think you know you can say anything to me."

"I know, I know, Mom."

Linda rubbed her nose in Sarah's blond hair, inhaling the scent.

"You'll tell me if and when you're ready, but I think it would help if I knew why we did this."

Dammit, if I'm not pressuring her, but I have to know.

Sarah slowly rolled off her mother, taking her time, stretching out on her back like a lazy, contented cat. Linda smiled as she gazed down upon the young woman's nude bodyscape, her small breasts capped with delicate, pale pink areolas, pointed nipples centered in each one, her downy pubic floss, slender thighs legs, and delicate arms.

"I just get so horny, sometimes." She looked at her mother again. "And hearing you and Dad every night doesn't help."

"Oh." Linda blushed, but she knew they didn't take great pains to keep quiet in their lovemaking, especially in recent days.

"God, you two are just at it all the time." Sarah giggled again. "It's so hot listening to you guys, even if you're my parents."

Linda, somewhat embarrassed, shook her head slightly. "I'm glad you think so. From you, I would've expected just the opposite."

"No, Mom, strange as it may sound. It also shows me how much you love one another, even though I never doubted it."

"We do, honey." Linda rubbed Sarah's flat tummy in a slow, circular motion, her fingers only inches from the young woman's velvety fur. "I feel blessed that our love and passion has stood the test of time." She chuckled. "Don't tell me how we've done it. I just go with it."

"Fucking animals, you two."

"Oh, you!" Linda gave her daughter's hip a love smack. Hearing Sarah use the F-word again made her pussy throb involuntarily. "Naughty!"

I can't believe I'm getting horny again, dammit.

"I did hear something different tonight." Again, Sarah paused, as if finding the courage to say what she was thinking. "You and Dad, I mean..."

"What?"

God, how thin are these walls?

Sarah exhaled. "You...you were pretending..." Another long pause. "You were pretending to be me."

Despite her arousal, Linda felt butterflies rise in her stomach and chest. Busted!

Shit. I can't lie to her. She heard it all.

Linda nodded. "You're right, honey." Her voice quivered slightly. "I can't lie to you, and I'm sorry if it upsets you. I can see where you think it's weird."

"I didn't say that, Mom." Sarah rolled toward her mother, throwing a leg over Linda's thigh. "You made Dad come really hard, and I couldn't help but masturbate listening to that!" Another girlish giggle, and her pale cheeks flushed crimson. "I just HAD to!"

Linda couldn't help but break into a toothy grin. "Oh...MY!"

I can't believe she's saying such things, this delightful girl, and she's my daughter. So perverted, but I just can't stop.

She embraced Sarah and, again, their bodies pressed tightly together. Butterflies escaped, fluttering aloft as the throbbing in Linda's pussy intensified.

"Mom, I..." Sarah took her mother's breast into her mouth.

"Yesss..." Linda hissed as electricity sparked from her nipple right down to her sopping wet orifice. This time there was no hesitation. She leaned into her daughter's face, letting her take as much as she could handle. "My baby."

This reminded Linda of all those years ago when she nursed her infant daughter and how much she loved it. It was such an intense bonding experience, she couldn't wait until the next feeding. She had no trouble lactating. Her breasts would always be swollen with fresh milk, and her extremely sensitive nipples constantly kept her on the edge of arousal. She had to discipline herself to stick to their schedule, maintaining the ritual with Sarah as long as she could, Michael often helping.

But, sadly, there came a time when even Linda's permissive values dictated the nursing stop. As she slowly transitioned Sarah to a diet of solid food, Michael eagerly took over where their child left off. Now, Linda shared feeding time with her husband. Although he was often away at work, the times he was at home, they didn't miss an opportunity.

Of course, Michael couldn't stop at draining her breasts. He'd either finger her to orgasm during the session or, once done feeding, he'd move down to lick his wife through a massive, satisfying orgasm. Then he would mount her, pounding away as she whimpered until he injected a load of thick, raw semen deep inside her body. One time, he couldn't wait. While milk spritzed from her nipples all over their bodies and the bedclothes, he took her brusquely, both of them quickly orgasming.

"My god, what a mess," Linda giggled, so aroused they went at it again and again.

One evening, he brought home a pair of breast pumps as a substitute for when he couldn't be there.

Using the devices, Linda's milk kept flowing for several more years. With Sarah asleep in the next room, she would get them going, one on each breast. As they hummed away, white fluid coating the insides of clear, plastic tubes that led to small bottles, she would slip a pair of fingers into her throbbing, wet pussy, frigging herself through a series of orgasms until her tits were drained. Then, licking her fingers clean, she'd store the fresh breast milk in the refrigerator. It went great with morning coffee and cereal!

Finally, with her husband's work schedule, and his absences, increasing, she made the extremely difficult decision to stop, but the sweet memory of nursing both her only child and her man never went away.

Now in the present, teenaged Sarah sucked contentedly at her mother's breast with more vigor than she had ever mustered as an infant, and this time for pure pleasure.

"Mmmm, I so wish I could nurse you for real, sweetheart," Linda moaned as her daughter's left hand reached up to massage her free breast, her delicate fingers rolling and tugging the turgid nipple. Soon, they returned to a familiar, rhythmic motion as Linda grasped her daughter's butt. "Goddamn, honey...FUCK!"

Fuck is right! Hold on, Linda, just let it happen. Let go and relax. Both of you need this.

In the dim light of Sarah's bedroom, their bodies undulated together and, as they had done only minutes before, they became lovers consuming their mutual, incestuous need. Linda took the lead this time.

"My love, I..." It was difficult to speak. Sarah's oral play had put her into a trancelike state. "Let's try this."

Linda reluctantly pulled her daughter's hungry mouth away from her saliva-coated areola. Quickly, she turned Sarah to where her head was pointing toward the foot of the bed.

"What are we doing, Mom?"

"You'll see."

Opening her legs, she slid between her daughter's slim thighs, also spread, until their smoldering pussies pressed together. Linda said nothing, gazing into Sarah's eyes as their swollen, tingling clits met. The spark was immediate. Mother nodded with a sly grin as Daughter, returning the expression, started moving once again. She understood. Within moments, they rubbed against each other brusquely, white-knuckled as hands gripped whatever they could find to anchor their undulating bodies.

"Oh, Mom!" Sarah gasped, her mouth agape as pleasure surged through her naked body. "Goddamn, this feels so good!"

"Yes, my love." Linda shuddered as she felt sensations in her pussy intensifying. "God, my pussy's on fire!"

"Uh-huh," the young woman nodded. "Mmmm...yes!" With perfect rhythm, pleasure ever heightening, both mother and daughter spurred each other closer and closer toward their goal.

Linda, her attention partially diverted by the sensations building up in her pussy, couldn't help but watch Sarah's face and body. Her eyes closed, the young woman's eyelids reflected the dim light. Her mouth remained open as she panted, eagerly moving against her mother. Her small breasts, capped with delicate areolas and small, erect nipples begged to be sucked. Her body glistened with perspiration.

So beautiful, she is, and so very sexy.

Linda could tell her daughter was getting there. Her movements quickened as her body stiffened noticeably, trying to concentrate the friction directly on her clit. Linda also felt it coming. Feeling the change in her daughter's movements, it didn't take much else. She huffed, smiling again. Such sweet insanity! Almost...almost...

Oh, yes! If we could only climax together yet again! Heaven!

Then it hit.

Yes!!!

Sarah jerked, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter, bared teeth clenched. Then she squealed. "Fuck, Mom! I...I..."

"Let it come, honey, don't hold back!" Mother yelped.

"Yes...that's it...that's..." Sarah started convulsing as she whimpered, controlling the movement of her body against her mother's as she kept the friction going. "Coming! Coming! YESSS!!!"

"God, YES, sweetheart!" Linda coaxed, voice hoarse with passion. She took her daughter's outstretched hand, trying to keep their bodies tightly joined. "Come for me...come for Mama!

That's what pushed her into the fire.

Oh, shit, here I come, too!

Linda growled as she joined her daughter in orgasm, her brain focused on nothing else but that delicious instant as they shared a searing, liquid climax.

Ohhh, fuck! FUCK!!! Truly, incest is best! Goddamn!!!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Sarah opened her eyes, watching her mother surrender to wave after wave of pleasure. Again, their gazes met and the young woman nodded her approval. "Uh-huhhhh!"

For an eternity, they writhed together in an animalistic frenzy, groans and whimpers filling the room as they mashed out every last flicker of lust, every nerve ending in their clits vibrating at full frequency until they were entirely spent.

At last, they released their grip. The bedframe let out a loud squeak as both of them fell back, their bodies still pressed together as they pointed in opposite directions. Sarah, her arms hanging back over the foot of the bed, laughed breathlessly, joyful with afterglow, as her mother squeezed her thigh, savoring the warm, smooth flesh.

A parcel of time passed as they both stared at the ceiling. Linda pondered what had just happened. That made three orgasms she'd had with her daughter in those early morning hours and, by then, her brain was overloaded with love, lust, satisfaction, and the joy of incestuous discovery. Shame had been pushed aside for the moment.

"GodDAMN!" Sarah's breathing was still labored as she raised up on one elbow. Mother and daughter still pressed against each other gently, maintaining the wet, musky furnace between their pussies. The parts of their bodies that still touched stuck together like they were glued. It felt so good, and so very right, that they were reluctant to break the spell.

"Goddamn is right, honey," Linda replied. Finally, she raised her leg, patting Sarah's, peeling her hot, damp skin away from her daughter's. "Get up here, you."

Immediately, Sarah slipped up between her mother's arms and they held each other tightly, conditioned air wafting over them, cooling what parts of their bodies that didn't touch. Sarah lifted her head so she could stare serenely into her mother's loving eyes. Linda kissed her daughter on the mouth once, then twice, never breaking the gaze. The second time, she lingered for several seconds, making a smacking noise as she pulled back.

Mmmm, so very nice. My daughter...and now my lover.

Sarah wanted more, so she returned her mother's kisses, only this time, her mouth was open.

"Mmmm," Linda moaned again, opening her mouth as well to accommodate her daughter. Their tongues lashed together as they made out like two horny kids parked out in the woods on a first date.

Sarah sucked her mother's tongue up and down like it was a small penis. Linda loved the sensation, but couldn't help but chuckle, surprised at the young woman's oral skills. With great effort, she managed to speak.

"Honey," she whispered between copious wet, probing kisses. "Where did you learn all this?"

"Oh, here and there," Sarah whispered against her mother's lips, but she was hungry and more interested in necking with Linda than talking.

The vague answer was classic teenager-speak, firing Linda's curiosity, but she fell silent as her daughter took her pleasure. It was a full ten minutes before Sarah pulled away from her mother's face. She rolled on her back, silent, still draping a leg over Linda's. A few minutes passed as Mother's thoughts focused.

Jesus, what do I say after that?

Linda cast her gaze over the posters on Sarah's walls. There were the obligatory rock bands of the day, then some movie hunk in tight jeans. On the far wall was an image of Einstein sticking out his tongue, hair wild and eyes mirthful. On the young woman's dresser was a wind-up doll they gave her for her eighth birthday, one that would chime a simple tune when picked up. She sighed.

"Oh, what have we done?" Linda squeezed her daughter's hand, their fingers intertwining. "So nice, but so very naughty."

"We fucked, that's what we did." Sarah crinkled her nose with mischief, turning to look at her mother's profile in the dim light.

"Sarah, such a pottymouth!" Linda snorted, returning Sarah's gaze. She really got off hearing her daughter say that particular word, and couldn't help but notice a strange gleam in her eye. "But it's true, and what a great kisser! What else do you know?"

"Well..."

The next thing Linda knew, Sarah slid down the bed, rolling over until her face was only inches from her mother's matted bush. Placing her hands on Linda's thighs, the young woman again gazed up with a look of pure mischief.

Oh, my god! What the...?

"Honey, I..." But before Linda could utter another word, Sarah's mouth disappeared into thick fur. In a heartbeat, her firm pointed tongue was circling her mother's tingling clit before slipping inside. It all happened so fast, Linda just gripped the bedclothes, quivering with desire, surrendering to yet another round.

"Oh, f-fuck...nnnngg..." She clenched her teeth as Sarah's face wriggled against her pussy. "Oh, yes, baby...YES!!!"

Holy fuck! My sweet, dear daughter is eating me out! Goddamn, it feels so sinfully good!

Linda couldn't help but place her hands on Sarah's head as pleasure surged up through her body. The young woman's expert tongue found every nook and cranny, igniting countless nerve endings as she relentlessly lapped up the copious juices within.

Fuck, my pussy's going to be so sore, but who cares? How many times can I come for my daughter?

The next moment, Sarah pulled back, a curious expression on her face.

"Hmmm...I can taste Dad's cum." She smacked her lips before diving back in. This time, her hands slid up to Linda's breasts to tease and torment them.

With what had transpired in Sarah's bedroom, fucking Michael the previous night might have well been a millennium ago for Linda. She forgot her body was filled with his ejaculate and the fact that Sarah could taste it and knew what it was broke something in Linda's mind. It was at that moment she realized Sarah needed to taste it directly from the source.

God, if I could only make that happen.

The next moment, she returned to the overwhelming sensation of Sarah's mouth on her pussy and the electricity sparking from her nipples. That familiar pressure welled within her body. She couldn't believe that orgasm number four was on the way.

"That's it, baby," Linda said. "Make it come...don't stop...I need to come for you, love!"

Sarah moaned as her head moved gently up and down, tongue firm and steady. She dug her thumbnails into her mother's thick, well-sucked nipples and that did it.

Shit!

"Agggghhhhh!!!" Linda shuddered and bucked, her hands pressing against the back of Sarah's head. Her mind went blank, all thoughts blotted out by sheer pleasure as she rubbed her molten pussy into her daughter's face. "OHHHH MY FUCKING GODDD!!!"

Fluids dribbled down Sarah's chin as she tried to swallow as much as she could. Her face glistened like it had been dipped in oil.

The next moment, Linda released Sarah's head, fearing she might suffocate her, but the young woman took it all in stride, watching as her mother again gripped the bedclothes, babbling, convulsing with climax. She smiled at the spectacle, licking her lips with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Linda forgot the world that had existed before she had sex with her daughter. She couldn't comprehend how they became lovers so quickly, despite her and Michael's sexual openness and permissive ways with their child.

God, do we ever know what's really going on inside our heads?

As Sarah cuddled with her mother in the aftermath, what remained of Linda's guilt, fear, and apprehension dissolved into the early morning air. Of course, they necked some more, Linda tasting herself, and a hint of Michael's cum, as she licked her daughter's face clean of drying sex goo.

"Mmmm, this is so nice, Mom," Sarah purred, placing a few more kisses on her mother's face and neck before nuzzling the smooth valley between her hard-tipped breasts.

"Yes, my love." Linda took a deep breath. "Honey, you certainly have a way."

Sarah giggled, sounding like a little girl then, suddenly, she sat up.

"God, I'm hungry."

"What, now?" Linda traced her fingertip around the small of Sarah's back, then it dawned on her.

Silly Linda. Sex makes you hungry, too.

As Linda fished through the refrigerator for a nosh, her face and breasts illuminated by the glow emanating from inside the appliance, Sarah wolfed her way through a bowl of Rice Krispies, slurping down the milk as her mother turned to watch in amusement. The young woman burped, wiping her mouth with her forearm, then, not satisfied, proceeded to make another bowl, sprinkling a spoonful of sugar on top.

Linda nibbled on a piece of cold chicken from dinner a couple of nights ago, watching the nude waif as she shoveled spoon after spoon of cereal into her face, milk dribbling down her chin. Mother couldn't help but stare at her daughter's mouth.

Now she's a child eating cereal, but less than thirty minutes ago, she was ingesting my fluids and her father's cum.

She also thought of her flight, which was leaving in less than four hours.

I'm running on just a couple of hours' sleep if that, but I'd do it again and again. Fuck it. I'll sleep on the plane. Fuck my job!

Like a good daughter, Sarah rinsed her bowl, placing it into the dishwasher with the spoon. She walked over and embraced her mother, pressing their naked bodies together.

"We still have an hour or two before sunrise, Mom," she murmured between Linda's breasts. "Will you stay with me?"

Linda felt a tear streak down her cheek as she kissed the top of her daughter's head.

"Yes, my love."

Back in Sarah's bed, they left the covers down around their knees. After so many rounds, they were still radiating their own heat, and the cool air felt good.

"Can you sleep, Mom?" Sarah asked, concerned. "I know you have to fly out soon." Linda sighed.

My dear, thoughtful girl.

"Doubtful, although if we had the day together, I'd sleep like the dead."

Again, the young woman giggled. "Wore ya out, huh?"

"And how." Linda stroked her daughter's hair, inhaling the scent. "But it's not just that, it's how good I feel right now, having made love to you, and you to me. Talk about a new dimension in mother-daughter relations."

Sarah kissed the pillowy breast in front of her. "Ya think?" Then she took a deep breath. Her voice lost its childish sarcasm. "Yes, Mom. I'm glad we finally crossed the river."

What a mature thing to say.

Since there didn't seem to be many more taboos left to break between them, Linda felt encouraged to say what she was thinking.

"I hope we can do this again, honey, I mean, after I get back from my trip."

"Damn well hope so."

Linda snorted, gently massaging her daughter's diminutive buttocks. "And I never knew you had all these skills. Such talent! Who knew?" She knew she was repeating herself, but so very much wanted to know how Sarah was so accomplished.

"Like it's something we'd discuss with Dad by the poolside."

"True," Linda replied, although she was already thinking ahead, about how and when the triad of mother, daughter, and father would come together, no pun intended.

They fell silent for several minutes. Somewhere in the distance, a rooster crowed, even though the sun had yet to rise. Linda wondered what other things her daughter could do. It was as if Sarah was reading her mother's mind when she broke the stillness with a whisper.

"Before you ask me, and I know you will..."

Mother was quick to respond. "It's none of my business."

"Oh, please." The sarcasm was thick. "I think we can talk now. Girls and boys, if you want to know. Just fooling around."

"Okay, just like me before I met your father."

"Girls and boys?" Sarah chuckled. "Well, no surprise, especially now."

"Okay, I'll pry, then. When?"

"Sleepovers, after school, you know, study groups." Sarah rubbed her mother's stomach absentmindedly, lost in its smoothness as her mind wandered. "Things most every teenage girl does."

"Of course, and eating puss..." Linda paused. "Cunnilingus?"

Sarah watched her hand moving over her mother's skin, gazing at the thick patch of fur beyond. "When I'm doing it it's eating pussy, Mom. Muff diving."

"Oh, my."

"And this one girl, Marla, she's special. I think you've met her."

"Oh, yeah. A plump one, she is, and really cute."

Sarah spoke into her mother's breasts, her voice soft and cool. "We started out kissing, hiding behind the bleachers at school. She loves me sucking her tits, and she returns the favor. We also finger each other a lot. After seeing some lesbians in one of Dad's magazines, I decided to do a little more."

"Go south?"

Sarah giggled. "I never heard it put that way, but yes. Found out more about pussies than we were ever taught in sex ed or biology. Didn't take long before we were sixty-nining one another."

Hearing Sarah describe her sexual explorations, and so matter-of-factly, especially with the young woman's hand rubbing so close to her mother's bush, was stoking Linda's fire.

"We ended up tribbing, just moving against one another."

"Like you and I did at the start of all this?"

"Yeah, but I like what you and I did just now. What do they call that?"

"That's tribbing, too, but it's also called scissoring, honey."

"Damn, that made me come hard!"

"Me, too." Linda smiled, kissing the top of her daughter's head. "We need to practice that a lot more." Sarah looked up to her mother's face, returning the smile, nodding.

"Anyway, Marla has such big tits, and her body's nice and soft, and those full lips! It's so much fun being naked with her."

"Oh, honey, you're bringing back memories."

"Am I? We're making some memories right now." Sarah moved in and gave her mother a long, slow kiss.

"Mmmm..." Linda moaned as their tongues circled each other a few times. When Sarah pulled back, Linda whispered.

"My love."

"Yes, Mom."

"Tell me more, please."

Sarah returned her face to her mother's breasts, her lips only an inch from an erect nipple. Linda could feel her breath as she spoke.

"Marla's not the only one, but she was my first and by far the most frequent. You'd be surprised how many girls out there like to experiment, or at least brush up on their necking skills."

"No, honey. No surprise at all."

"I think I like girls better than boys, but that could change."

"What about the boys?"

"Oh, Mom, you should know."

"I do. It's very different."

"They just get so weird. Suck a cock and they think you're their girlfriend or something."

"Well, not everyone's so open-minded."

"Tell me about it."

The moment Sarah mentioned fellatio, the image of her sweet, young daughter going down on her father entered Linda's mind.

Jesus, that would be so hot, but I need to be careful. One step at a time.

Sarah toyed with her mother's fur, which was all stiff and matted with sex goo. Her delicate fingers tugged at the stiff peaks. "A couple of guys I know are a little more sophisticated. They teach me things and don't follow me around after like a lovesick puppy."

"That's how you recognized your father's semen in me."

"Uh-huh."

"God, that was so sexy."

By now, the young woman was stroking her mother's pussy, petting it like she would a cat. Linda didn't resist.

"Honey, I'm going to be so sore down there, but I'm not going to get any sleep." Her hand covered Sarah's.

"So why not take advantage?"

"Let's put out this fire."

"Funny how they keep popping up." A mirthful grin.

Immediately, Sarah positioned herself between her mother's open thighs and, as they watched each other's faces, fur rubbed against fur with urgent need. Breaking her gaze, Linda took a nipple in her mouth, gently sucking it, flicking her tongue against the tender bud.

"Ohhh, Mom, yes! Do it harder."

Linda moaned, taking in most of Sarah's small breast, sucking with contentment as she rolled the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

"God, it feels so good."

Movements became faster and faster until Sarah winced, squeezing her eyes shut, squealing with delight. Mother responded by grunting out her own solid orgasm.

"Yes! Another one, my love," Linda hissed as they slipped down from the peak of yet another mutual climax, but she wasn't done.

With a swift motion, Linda took the high ground. She rose up, laying Sarah on her back.

"Oh, god, Mom!" The young woman gasped.

Mother took another mouthful of tender teenaged tit, her free hand sliding down her daughter's thigh until it met downy blonde fur. Her middle finger rubbed up and down the young woman's slit, teasing her engorged, sensitive bud, making Sarah whimper. Next thing, Linda slipped it in.

So wet, but still so unbelievably tight. I wonder if she's still a virgin?

"Oh, Mom...I...G-g-goddd!" Sarah's thighs spread wide as her mother wriggled deeper.

Linda was careful not to hurt her daughter. She still didn't know if that sweet young pussy had accepted a man's penis yet, or anything else, for that matter. Still, she worked with a gentle insistence, inch by inch, deeper and deeper, until she began massaging the spongy area right behind Sarah's throbbing clit.

"Oh...OHHH...FUUUCKKKK!!!" Sarah's eyes opened wide, mouth dropping open as her mother massaged her sweet spot.

"Yes, my love," Linda whispered breathily against her daughter's wet nipple. "God, your pussy is tight."

"Uh-huh." Sarah squirmed as pleasure possessed her body. "UH-HUHHH!!!"

Linda took the young woman's other nipple in her mouth, creating a new shower of sparks. Sarah clutched at her mother's shoulders, little fingers digging into hot, naked flesh as she panted.

"God, Mom...yes...yes...that's it...coming...COMING!!!"

Linda held the young woman tight as she convulsed with one shock after another of an intense climax. Suddenly, Sarah pushed her mother's hand away, breaking free of her hold. Mother watched in awe as her daughter's lithe, young body shook violently as if she was being assaulted by some invisible beast.

"Honey, are you okay?" was all she could ask. Sarah briefly nodded, clenching her teeth.

Linda hesitated to touch her daughter as she gasped for air, looking like she was recovering from a seizure. It took a moment for Sarah to regain her composure.

"Holy fuck, Mom." She looked at her mother with surprised eyes. "What was that you just did?"

Mother couldn't help but grin with some degree of self-satisfaction and mischief. "Just found your G-spot."

"My what?"

"Your G-spot." Linda finally reached out, brushing her fingertips across Sarah's arm.

Immediately, the young woman kissed her mother's hand, the same hand that had administered the earth-shattering orgasm. Her lips roamed over the musky wetness from her own pussy, tasting it as Linda sighed.

"I assumed you had discovered that, too."

Sarah shook her head, looking at her mother with wonder. "No." Then she sidled up against Linda's naked body. "Oh, fuck, no."

"Wow," Linda kissed her girl. "At last, I taught you something."

"Oh, Mom, I..."

It was as if Linda had switched on a light in Sarah's body. Daughter covered her mother's face, neck, and breasts with kisses of gratitude. They started necking again, tongues lashing, aggressively probing, covering both of their mouths with glistening saliva. Sarah finally had to break away to catch her breath.

"Something to introduce to your friends?" Linda teased.

Sarah nodded. The sun had yet to appear, but the pre-dawn twilight was slowly making its way into the bedroom. Linda knew the alarm clock would be going off soon in the master bedroom, awakening Michael. They all had a busy day ahead.

"Your father will be getting up soon."

"Yeah, guess we need to get ourselves cleaned up."

"Yep." Linda didn't know what else to say. She so very much wanted to ask Sarah if Michael could be part of their naughty, newfound play.

"What do we tell Dad?" Sarah asked as she curled up into a fetal position, pressing against her mother. Neither one of them wanted to break the sweet, carnal tableau of the last few hours.

"What do you think we should tell him?"

Sarah paused, chewing her lower lip in thought. "I don't want to pretend nothing happened. I don't like keeping this a secret, but I don't know how Dad would respond." Her voice had become very small and meek, much different than the orgasming young woman from minutes before.

Linda noticed her daughter trembling. Immediately, she encircled the little waif with her naked body, ensconcing her in motherly love and protection.

"Honey." Mother spoke into Sarah's tousled hair. "He may be surprised, but not shocked. You heard what happened between your father and me last night. You know what he said. It didn't take much provocation from me for him to slip into his role."

Hmmm, Linda, that may not be totally true, but just go with it. Grease the rails. She heard all of it, anyway. Let her make her own decision.

"Yeah," Daughter whispered, "but that was pretending. This is real."

"I know, love." Linda let a minute pass as more light enveloped the room. "You've been so open with me, even aggressive. Your father's no different."

"Yes, he is. He has a penis."

"Okay, I must ask, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want..."

"I'm a virgin, Mom." Sarah let out a quivering breath. "No cocks inside my pussy." Despite her nervousness, she snorted. "Just my mouth."

"Dildos?"

"No, Mom. Just fingers."

"That's why you're so tight." Linda sighed. "So very damn tight, young lady!"

Sarah managed a giggle. She was beginning to relax a bit.

Linda shook her head. "I know what it's like wanting to save yourself for the right person, whoever that may be."

"Yep." Sarah looked up at her mother. "And I've thought about it a lot recently, especially when I listen to Dad fucking you senseless every night."

"That makes you think of saving yourself? What do you mean?"

"I think of saving myself for the man I love most."

Linda felt a surge of warmth rise in her chest and throat. She swallowed.

Ah, it's just wishful thinking.

"Mom," Sarah nuzzled her mother's skin, inhaling the heady aroma of sweat and sex. "Is it okay if Dad took my cherry?"

Oh, my god! Ohhh...

Now it was Linda's voice that quivered. She tried to keep her composure, fighting to maintain some degree of motherly control, but alas in futility. She couldn't believe her pussy was throbbing again.

A dream come true!

"It's a big step." Linda tried to cultivate the right words in her mind, to try and sound like an intelligent, loving mother, but to no avail. This was yet another big moment in their relationship. They were coming so fast now, piling up, one on top of another.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, my love. Let's talk to your father."

Linda heard the muffled buzzing of the electric Westclox in the master bedroom.

No time like the present.

"Dad's awake."

"Yes." Linda sat up, with great reluctance, in bed. She wanted to stay there with Sarah forever, and fuck the new job which was going to take her away from her family for a week, especially at such an important time.

She placed her feet on the cool, soft carpet, taking several deep breaths as she kneaded the plushness with her long toes. She felt as if she was in a dream. Perhaps it was lack of sleep or her mind still comprehending the fact that she and her daughter were now lovers, or the prospect of Michael fucking Sarah, taking her virginity, which might very well become a reality.

Come on, muster that motherly strength of yours. Courage.
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