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Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind
of job many men would have envied; she was a sports
commentator for super bike racing and loved every minute
of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman
in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and
what it had to offer.

She began commentating fifteen years ago because of her
love of motorbikes coupled with her journalistic
training, and now worked for the major sports station as
their “star reporter” on the track. She was involved with
the sport on a personal basis as well, to the extent of
marrying one of Europe’s top riders, a Frenchman called
Francoise.

Sadly it was a short marriage, both of them had nothing
in common besides the physical side of the relationship
and it ended with a divorce in which she’d been allowed
to keep custody of their young daughter and a large slice
of his personal fortune.

The wind was gusting as she stood by the side of the
track interviewing one of the riders, her long tawny hair
blowing across her handsome features as she asked him
what he thought about the forthcoming race. The bike
engines roared as the riders pulled back their throttles,
causing her to shout into the microphone for her voice to
carry above the din.

She kept her questions brief, party because of the racket
and also because the race was due to start in a few
minutes. Still talking to camera she kept a running
commentary as the nearest competitor climbed onto his
bike saddle and revved up his engine. A tall leather clad
rider jumped onto his bike as he swung a long muscled leg
over the saddle.

“And here we see Marco Fonseca climb onto his bed and…”
She grinned sheepishly as she realised her error.

“Sorry about that,” she laughed I don’t know what I was
thinking of there.”

Behind the camera the soundman doubled up, his body
shaking with silent laughter at her Freudian slip. He
knew all right.

“You may laugh.” She shot back at him grinning, and then
rallied quickly as her professionalism reinserted itself
and she resumed her commentary. Her mind was already
anticipating the ribbing she’d receive in the bar from
the rest of the crew once they’d wrapped for the day.
She’d be able to take it of course, and give back as good
as she got, keeping up with the drinks and the usual
boy’s banter.

Donna had a masculine side, easy in the company of both
men and girls; she would invite either into her bed
indiscriminately. She was attractive to both sexes with a
slim shapely body, lithe limbs and a graceful bearing,
which she used to her advantage in and out of the
bedroom. Very much a handsome woman with striking blue
eyes, a long beautiful face, and tawny coloured hair that
fell down over her shoulders, she possessed an air of
devil may care which added to her appeal. Finally her
piece to camera ended and she put down the microphone.

“Sorry about that lads, he shouldn’t have been blessed
with such a gorgeous butt. I was thinking about him
climbing into bed.”

Dave the cameraman shouted back: “How about you climbing
into mine tonight, eh?”

“In your dreams little boy.” She replied to all round
laughter from the crew.

Shortly afterwards the race started and she began her
commentary of the race, her knowledge of her subject
unmistakable as she explained the technicalities and the
tactics of the riders as they sped around lap after lap
on their powerful machines. It was a gripping finish and
the world champion won the race after a nail biting
finish, which left everyone, Donna included almost
breathless with excitement.

She went down from the commentary box to congratulate the
winner Paulo Scorcini, and found him in the pits being
clapped on the back by his team. He was a good looking
Italian, olive skinned, dark haired and entertaining
company anytime, but after winning the race he was in
even better form than usual. He turned away from his
friends to give her his undivided attention and the
benefit of his sunny charm. She warmed to him instantly,
it was so refreshing to be with a man who was at ease
with himself and confident of his own worth.

Most men found her striking looks intimidating, finding
it difficult to initiate a conversation or say what they
really felt. Paulo had no such problem and invited her
for a drink at his hotel for a threesome with him and a
friend. She gladly accepted saying she’s be there later
in the afternoon around 3 p.m. She had no problem with
his motives, knowing quite well what his intentions were,
she hoped she was right and felt excited by the prospect.

She met them at the bar around 3.10 p.m. they had a
drink, she chatted a little and then told the two men she
fancied going up to Paulo’s room for some fun. He looked
over at his friend, giving him a look that said I told
you so and laughed.

“Lady, you don’t waste time. I like that, I like being
asked. It’s so good when a woman isn’t afraid to say what
she wants.”

She blew a smoke ring into the air before stubbing her
cigarette into an ashtray and standing up.

“Life’s for the taking Paulo.” She said in a quiet voice
before looking him in the eyes with what could have been
a challenge. “Now shall we go?”

It was a good session. The men where energetic and
reasonably inventive and all three managed to keep going
throughout the rest of the afternoon. Yet in spite of it,
there was still the all too familiar feeling that
something was missing, an element of something that
remained hidden.

It wasn’t as though there was anything wrong with the
men, they’d kept her going most of the time, their
thrusting cocks had filled her up and spurted into every
hole including her mouth, which she loved, it was just a
feeling that she always had after sex with men. The only
man, who had ever come near to curing her elusive craving
– for that is what it must be she decided – was her ex-
husband.

It was Francoise who had been willing to indulge her
fantasies. There was a dark forbidden side of her
sexuality, which as yet remained untapped. He was the
most inventive lover she’d ever had, with a kinky side to
his sexuality only matched by Susan her present lover.

Susan worked for the same television channel as her and
read the news each day to an appreciative audience of
admirers. She was channel 15’s pin-up girl and had her
photo clinging to many a men’s work place, mess room and
teenagers bedroom. An elegant woman of thirty-two, with
long black hair, sensual intelligent features and a
petite slim figure, her dark business suite, which she
wore each programme fitted her like an expensive glove.

Her many admirers would have been shocked if they’d have
known she was a committed lesbian. She’d been having a
very secret relationship with Donna for some time now, a
relationship which both women found extremely rewarding.
They met once a week at Susan’s plush apartment and spent
the afternoon making love, discussing fantasies and
sharing their love for kinky sex.

Both women enjoyed the idea of watersports, not being on
the receiving end mind you, but finding a partner who
would. It was partly because they were so well known that
each found it difficult to go out and find a partner that
would satisfy their particular fetish, except for Donna
who had found her ex husband to be a willing recipient.

Another one of Susan’s kinks, which would have shocked
everyone except her friend, was her attraction to young
girls. Donna shared her interest to some extent but not
to the same degree as Susan. Susan kept up the pretence
of respectable heterosexuality by being married to one of
the wealthiest landowners in the country.

It was a marriage of convenience which suited both of
them. Susan gained a wealthy life style and a screenr for
her real preferences while he gained a trophy wife who
allowed him to enjoy his secret affairs with rent boys.

The next day she went to work, spending a day in the
studio recording voice-overs for a new documentary called
“Bike’s Of The Future”, which she found interesting. So
much so that the day sped by quicker than she expected.
She arrived home to find the house empty, which was
unusual as Brittany her young daughter was usually at
home by now.

She looked around for a note, but couldn’t find one. Then
she tried her bedroom but again didn’t find anything. She
was about to leave when her eyes caught something
sticking out from beneath her daughter’s mattress; it
looked like a piece of material. Her curiosity aroused,
she walked over to the bed and pulled it out, and to her
shock discovered a pair of her own soiled panties.

That wasn’t all; next to them lay a collection of photos,
all were holiday snaps of Donna on the beach wearing a
scanty bikini, which left very little to the imagination.
As a Mother she was appalled, should she confront her and
find out what she was happening? The kind of behaviour
Brittany was exhibiting certainly wasn’t normal for a
girl of thirteen, especially when the object of her
desires was her own Mother.

She realized she was in shock as she made her way down-
stairs into the living room. Grabbing a bottle of vodka
from the drinks cabinet, she splashed a large measure of
the clear liquid into a tall glass, and then tipped it
between her lips and swallowed. She sat down on the sofa
as the warm liquid warmed her stomach and spread out
through her body like a warm wave. Her own daughter
wanted her sexually, the whole thing was so preposterous
so outrageous and so very wrong. ‘So wrong` she thought
feeling her thighs moisten and her nipples harden at the
depravity of the idea.

‘Oh my I’m so horny all of a sudden, why is this turning
me on` she thought. She took another drink as she
pondered the whole concept of incest, lesbian incest with
her young daughter and realised she could hear her own
jagged breathing and feel her clitoris throbbing with a
need she had never felt before. In bed flesh against
flesh, Mother and Daughter mouth to mouth, tongue against
nipple, tongues in ….

She gasped, her face felt hot but not from the vodka, she
knew with a certainty that she had found the missing
element in her sex life, she was finally finding the
answer, or at least part of it. Donna had a mental image
of her daughter standing before her naked, her immature
little body waiting for her to do with it as she wished.

Her pussy began to juice at the thought of the girl lying
on her bed with her legs open, her smooth cunt lips
waiting to be kissed and loved by her hungry mouth. Then
another picture of her laying face down on the bed, her
babyish buttocks pouting out cheekily as they waiting for
her caress. She reached down between her legs, and
pushing the light material of her panties aside, then
plunged her fingers into her squelching cunt just as the
final image burst upon her mind. She saw herself sitting
naked on the bed with her own beloved daughter kneeling
down before her. She was sucking her pussy, her face
hidden from view by her two fleshy thighs.

She moaned as she saw herself drape both of her long legs
over the girl’s thin shoulders, and then wrap them around
her back in an iron grip. With a feverish groan she know
she was making sure the girl couldn’t escape. Not until
she’d seen to her needs and pleasured her thoroughly.

She came with a loud cry, her hips jerking off the seat
as she saw herself cumming on Brittany’s young lips and
her mouth dripping with cum. She groaned and pulled her
panties back up then reached for the vodka again as she
began to plan her daughter’s seduction.

Meanwhile Brittany was at her younger friend Amanda’s
house. Amanda’s Mother was always friendly and often
invited Brittany over. She didn’t mind going over to
play, in fact she quite enjoyed having someone to play
with even if Amanda was two years year younger.

As a bonus she never came away empty-handed, Amanda’s
Mother usually gave her a soda or an ice cream. On this
particular day both girls were dancing around the bedroom
as the CD player belted out the number one single.

They laughed as their bodies gyrated to the beat of the
music, and although Amanda was only just eleven years old
she danced around with thrusting hips and swinging arms
the same way she’d seen the older girls do on the TV.
Both were oblivious to the commotion they were creating
as they bumped around the small room.

“Cut it out you two, the ceilings nearly caving in.”
Amanda’s Mother shouted. It looked as though the girls
had caught her on a bad day.

“Mummy’s cross.” Groaned Amanda.

With ill grace she walked over to the CD player and
turned it off, then jumped up on the bed slapping the
mattress with her hand in frustration. Brittany joined
her young friend, taking a place on top of the mattress
next to her.

“I’ll bet your Mummy doesn’t shout at you” Amanda sighed.

“She does sometimes.”

“When?”

“Well…” Brittany tried to think but she couldn’t really
think of anything for the moment

“Your Mum’s nice, I wish my Mum was as nice as your
Mummy”

“Yes, my Mummy’s nice Amanda.”

“She’s pretty” She pronounced.

Brittany nodded her head and looked down as the carpet as
she thought about the Mother she adored. To say the
youngster worshipped her was an understatement; she felt
so fortunate to have not only a caring Mother, but also
one who was so beautiful. It was easy to see why she had
so many lovers. Some nights she’s hear moans and the
creaking of bedsprings coming from her bedroom. These
were often accompanied by her Mother’s voice as she
called out words of encouragement.

There was never any attempt by her Mother to hide her
sexuality and sometimes she would talk about whichever
partner she was seeing at the time. It was on one of
these occasions when she was dating another woman that
Brittany asked her if she was a lesbian. Her Mother
explained that she liked both men and women, but probably
preferred women a lot more. Then she went on to talk
about what it was like to kiss another woman, to taste
her lips and smell lovely perfume on her soft warm skin.

“I’m not rally a lesbian Brittany, but yes I do prefer
women. Maybe one day you’ll experience the love of a
woman and find you like it as well. I hope you do then
you’ll know how I feel.”

She remembered that conversation. She also remembered how
she wanted her Mother to kiss her, to feel her soft lips
against her own, to taste her mouth and suck in her warm
breath, then to reach down and caress her breasts beneath
her top. She was only five then, too young by far to be
experiencing such sexual feelings, at least most people
would think so, but most people weren’t Brittany and as
far as sex was concerned she was her Mother’s daughter.

She had adored her Mother as long she could remember,
hardly even remembering her Father who was never at home
much anyway. Now three years later, even they shouldn’t,
her feelings were becoming sexual. She’d learned more
about lesbians from some of the magazines the older boys
brought into school after stealing them from their
parents.

She remembered flushing with excitement when someone
showed her photo’s of two women taking turns to perform
cunnilingus on each other, and ever since then she’d had
wanted to do it with her gorgeous Mother. Her fantasies
grew even stronger, to the extent of recently purloining
a pair of her Mother’s soiled panties from the linen bin
and several photos’ from her bedside cabinet, each one of
her lying back on a golden beach wearing her sexiest
bikini. She rubbed her hands between her legs each night
and held the woman’s scented knickers to her face as she
breathed in the scent.

“My Mum’s beautiful.” She said looking wistfully at
Amanda as she swept her hand over her forehead and pushed
her hair back.

Brittany noticed a change in her Mother over the next few
days. Instead of lounging around the house in a tea shirt
and jeans as she usually did, she wore low cut halter-
tops and short skirts which gave an eyeful of stockinged
legs and bare thighs. On one occasion when she was sat on
the sofa watching TV, Donna came in with a cloth and
sprayed the coffee table in front of her, and then bent
down to rub the table top.

Her bulging breasts were almost breaking free from the
small top, and to the girls disbelief she realised she
wasn’t even wearing a bra. She quickly lost all interest
in the program, her excited gaze taking in the sight of
the two cheeky breasts and upturned nipples. She blushed
furiously when she noticed her Mother looking down at her
with a secretive smile. It happened again as she bent
down in front of the TV to pick an imaginary piece of
dust up.

This time she was treated to the site of Donna’s black
skirt riding up past her stockings and bare thighs, to
reveal a pair of sheer dark panties she’d only recently
bought. Her eyes were drawn to the site of her Mum’s
white alabater buttocks seemingly winking back at her and
she blushed again as her mother swung round suddenly and
caught her staring. Shortly after that Donna went
upstairs, she heard her padding around for a while and
then the sound of the shower door clanging.

It was almost as though she was preparing to go out on a
date, although she hadn’t mad plans that she knew of.
There’d been an unusual atmosphere in the house just
lately, her Mother had been quieter than usual, not
saying much, just kind of acting up in a strange way
wearing that mysterious look. She turned her attention
back to the soap she was supposed to be watching, and let
go of her thoughts as the plot drew her in to it’s own
little parlour of intrigue and incredibility.

“Brittany. Turn the telly off its time for beddy-bies
now.” The sound of her Mother’s voice using the same
childish phrase she always used at this time came singing
down the stairs just as the credits came down. She looked
at the clock, it read eight-thirty, and she thought again
about her Mother’s unusual behaviour.

It reminded her of the teasing and flaunting she saw on
the television when a woman was trying to get a
boyfriend. All those suggestive looks and then the
provocative clothing were beginning to make her feel
flustered. She shook her head and called back, “Coming
Mum”, then switched off the set and flicked the light
switch off before running upstairs with a head full of
crazy thoughts about her unpredictable Mother.

She was dying to get into bed and play with herself, the
picture of her Mother bending over in front of her was
proving to tantalizing to resist. The girl threw her
clothes off and padded off to the bathroom, where she
washed and cleaned her teeth before putting on her
nightclothes. Then reaching under the mattress to pull
out the contraband panties and photos, she froze in
horror.

Instead of the pair which had been there last night,
there were the new pair her Mother had been wearing
today, nearly see-through and lacy with a note placed on
top. Everything became a dream as she reached over ever
so slowly and picked up the note and began to read.

My Love,

Don’t be frightened I’m not cross with you. I know how
you feel about me and I want you to know I feel the same
way about you. I’ve been thinking of you non-stop ever
since I found my panties and photo’s under your mattress.
I can’t get you out of my mind darling; you’re driving me
to despair. I’ know I’ve been acting up a little strange
these last few days, that’s because I wanted to see your
reaction to me when I flirted with you.

Now that I know how you’ve been thinking about me I
wanted to see if I could turn on. I want tonight to
change everything between us, but I’m giving you the
chance to make the decision by yourself. You can throw
the note away and stay in your room and I’ll love you as
I have always done, or you can come to my bedroom. Either
way I’m leaving it to you dear.

If you want to change your life forever and mine as well,
I’d like you to put this note down and come into my
bedroom where we’ll begin a new relationship, not just as
Mother and daughter, but as lovers as well.”

**

Brittany let the note fall to the floor as she felt her
legs grow weak. ‘It’s all a dream, it must be, ` she
thought. Yet she knew it was actually happening, she
could just walk into her Mothers bedroom and have
everything she’d ever dreamt of. She felt sick, not ill,
but sick with excitement, with shock almost as she began
to consider the enormity of what was about to happen. For
she’d already made her decision, there was never any
doubt in the matter.

She would accept the offer how could she not? How could
she throw away the chance of making a dream like this
come true? She knew if she ignored the note she would
never be asked again, and then she’d regret it for the
rest of her life. She squared her small shoulders and
walked out of the door to meet her Mother.

Some time earlier Donna had picked up the same neatly
written note and the pair of panties she’d been wearing
that day, and deposited them beneath her daughter’s
mattress. Then making her way to the bathroom, she’d
showered, washed and conditioned her hair until it had a
deep lush fragrance, which the packet insisted contained
the essence of golden woods and summer meadows.

Placing a towel over her head as she stepped out of the
shower, she rubbed her hair dry, and then pulled it away
to let her silky mane swirl down her back. Carefully
patting her skin dry, before rubbing fragrant essential
oils onto its surface, she padded into the bedroom and
sat before the dresser mirror. There she’d carefully
shaved her legs until they were smooth and shiny, and
then her armpits, until they felt sleek against the back
of her hand.

Satisfied with the result, she picked up a pair of
scissors and trimmed her dark pubic hair leaving a neat
triangle of growth. She was leaving nothing to chance,
and wanted her elegant appearance to do more than impress
her lovely young daughter. She decided on a makeover,
usually this wasn’t a necessary part of her preparations,
her beautiful features and clear complexion stamped her
with a character and sensuality that had never needed
make-up.

In spite of this Donna carefully applied mascara to her
long eyelashes, and fresh beige eye shadow to her lids.
She blinked her eyes feeling pleased with her image in
the mirror, and reached over for her lipstick to apply a
red scented gloss around her shapely lips. Feeling
secretly pleased, and a little vain at the same time, she
reached for a blush stick and began to blend a shade of
light coral peach into the apples of her cheeks, and then
met her eyes in the mirror to give a perfect pout.

A few drops of her favourite perfume behind her ears and
under her breasts added an aroma of drifting sandalwood
and cloves to the warm night as she slipped on a silky
black gown, and tied it loosely around her waist. As a
final touch she flicked off the main light and turned on
a set of dimly glowing spotlights, which gave the cosy
room a soft romantic feeling. She paused to ponder her
actions for a moment.

Part of her was still appalled by what she was about to
do with her young daughter, who was after all only
thirteen years old for goodness sake. The whole situation
was sick and pathetic and so was she. But by far the
stronger voice said go for it. It’s what you’ve been
craving for all these years. Its taken Brittany’s own
need to make you realise it, don’t throw it away.

She knew she couldn’t fight her desires; they were too
strong for her to control. She glanced once more in the
mirror and then called her daughter to bed and heard her
run up the stairs. Twenty minutes later Brittany entered
the room to see her sitting on the bed waiting.

The sight of the glamorous woman stunned little Brittany.
Although she knew it was her Mother, she still had to
blink a little to make sure. The elegant woman could have
been a film star, she would have graced the screen in any
Hollywood picture as the perfect leading lady.

She stood and stared with the door handle still in her
hand, unsure of what to do next, almost as though she
couldn’t remember how to command her body. The beautiful
woman smiled back at her conspiratorially and self-
consciously swept a stray length of hair from her
forehead.

“I’m nervous too.” She whispered, patting the mattress by
her side she added. “Sit here for Mummy and lets talk a
little.”

Brittany found her self-obeying as she walked across the
thick piled carpet that dominated the large room, now
made cosy by the dimly lit spotlights. She felt the
mattress yield softly to her light body as she took a
place next to the beautiful adult. Her senses reeled at
the scent of her Mother’s seductive fragrance and she
nearly swooned with pleasure as she sat near her.

“It didn’t take you long to find the note.” Her voice had
a hint of relief. She was glad she hadn’t had to sit here
any longer waiting for Brittany to find it. In spite of
her natural confidence she had never experienced anything
like the turmoil of emotions raging within her.

“No.” She replied a little sheepishly. “Are you cross
Mummy? I mean about me pinching your panties and
pictures.”

Donna reached over and gently stroked her daughter’s
hair, slowly running her hand through the blond tresses.
Her eye’s rested for a moment, as they seemed to examine
a stray lock before lifting her gaze back to meet hers.

“No. Of course not darling. Why do you think I’ve been
flaunting myself at you so shamelessly the last couple of
days,” she blushed. “I’d have been more upset if you
hadn’t come. I’m glad that you took my panties; you made
me realize what’s right here in front of me. You.”

She ceased her stroking to rest both hands on top of
Brittany’s shoulders. “I’ve always loved you Brittany,
even when your Father and I were together, you had the
first claim to my heart. I know I seem a bit of a tough
old stick.”

She shrugged. “Maybe I am. But you have to be in this
world, and a single woman has to keep pushing to get
anywhere, and to get people to take notice of her. I’ve
been away a lot. I’ve worked long hours and I haven’t
seen as much as you as I’d have liked. But I want you to
know the time we’ve had together has always been precious
to me.” Brittany sighed and reached over, taking her
Mother’s larger hand between her two smaller one’s and
squeezed.

“I love lots and lots Mummy.” Her eyes were glistening in
the dim light, and her Mother realized she was near to
tears herself as she gently clenched her daughter’s hands
back in a way that said ‘I know`. Donna cleared her
throat quietly. Cocking her head to the side slightly,
and seemingly in a sudden change of mood, she raised an
eyebrow in a questioning glance.

“So…what do you think of all this war paint I’ve
slapped over me. Does it meet with your approval? It’s
taken me ages to trowel on over all the cracks in my old
skin.”

“Mum you’re the prettiest Mum in all the world.” She
frowned a little as she let out a sigh in mock
exasperation. “You know you are. You look like a lady in
the films. I’m so lucky to have such a lovely Mum.” And
then added in an afterthought “Amanda thinks you are
too.”

Donna flushed pleasantly at this piece of information.
Donna was a little angel, even younger than her daughter;
she was beginning to feel the same way as Susan did when
it came to little girls. Very young girls at that, the
very thought caused her new problems with her composure.

Returning back to the present she smiled back at her
lovely daughter. “That’s nice, Amanda’s such a lovely
little girl. But coming back to you and me darling, I’m
so glad you like me looking like this. It’s not my usual
style, and I must admit it feels a bit strange, but I
have to say it does feels kind of nice. She tossed her
hair back over her shoulders as she looked at herself in
the mirror. “How long have you wanted to have sex with
me?” The question came out haltingly in the quiet room.

Their eyes looked in the mirror briefly before Brittany
looked away. “A long time, I can’t remember.” She looked
up again as she gathered her courage. “How long have you
felt the same about me Mummy?”

“I only began to think about the possibility of us
becoming,” here she paused a second, “close. I think I’ve
wanted you for quite some time but never really known it.
Ever since you started developing from a toddler into a
beautiful little girl. You’re so sexy Brittany. You’ve
got such a pretty face, so full of character, so lovely
and your eyes sparkle so beautifully when you look at me.
When you laugh you’re so carefree and full of life. Your
body is young and immature, not even a young woman’s. Yet
for all that you have such a special sexuality, sometimes
I think that I could eat you.”

Her breath came out in a rush as she felt her arousal
building. She wanted to take her daughter to bed and knew
she couldn’t wait much longer. She reached over and
brushed her dimpled cheek with a soft kiss.

“What we’re thinking of doing is so wrong according to
the rules of the society we live in. What I mean is, we
can get ourselves into a lot of trouble if anyone else
finds out about us. Do you understand?” She asked
earnestly.

“I won’t ever let any one else know Mummy. I promise I
won’t say anything to anyone. I just want to do the
things I’ve seen the women doing in the magazine.” She
sighed.

Donna frowned. “Which magazine’s this?”

“Oh, some of the boys brought a magazine to school. It
had pictures of women licking each other’s pussy’s and
bottoms.” The words left the girl’s lips easily; she
clearly wasn’t shy and had no difficulty using adult
words to describe sexual acts. Donna was glad she seemed
so uninhibited.

“Hmm…well yes darling”. She paused. “Yes we are going
to do all of the things in the magazine, and hopefully
more besides. The next few years are going to be the
richest of our lives.” She assured as she placed her arm
around her daughters shoulder and drew her close.

“Come here.” She pulled Brittany closer and their lips
met in their first incestuous kiss, the thrill sending
shivers through their bodies as they realized its
importance. Donna’s lips pressed against her daughters,
writhing against them like a duel until the youngster
parted them slightly and felt her Mother’s tongue slide
past them to ream the inside of her mouth and run along
her teeth.

The room took on the sounds of French kissing as salvia
passed between their mouths and over Brittany’s cheeks as
her Mother hungrily mouthed her small face before
plunging back against her lips. Now heavy breathing and
the occasional fevered moan joined the sounds as the
atmosphere became charged with passion.

Moaning into Brittany’s mouth, her Mother pulled away the
girl’s nightie, drawing it up over her small body until
the material was nestling against her neck. She broke the
kiss with a loud plop, the girl whimpering as she did and
with one quick movement the pink material was up off her
shoulders to bare her slim chest and flat stomach.

“Here let me get these off. Stand up a sec.” She hissed.
Brittany began to stand up and immediately felt her white
panties sliding down her legs to the floor as the eager
woman stripped her naked. She stood without moving,
noting the lust written across her Mothers face as her
eyes devoured every inch of her beautiful pr-teen form.
Blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders, framing an oval
face and dimpled cheeks with a clear complexion like her
Mothers.

They both shared the same blue eyes, right down to the
sparkling anticipation, which now shone from them both.
Her skin had the complexion of clear honey without a
blemish to be found, and as the woman’s gaze travelled
down over her slim stomach she found even more pleasure
in her gaze. She had never looked at her daughter like
this before. As a Mother she’d seen her undressed on many
occasions, but never with the shiny eyes of a lover.

Her inner thighs moistened as her eyes moved down and
took in the puffy lips of her immature vagina. A gentle
push was all it took to send her falling on her back onto
the mattress with her Mother falling on top of her, her
curvy adult body with all it’s feminine beauty and needs
pinning her to the bed as she kissed her again. Brittany
reached round and brought her arms around the woman’s
back and held her close, moaning into the larger mouth as
it devoured her.

A thrill shot through her as she felt her Mother’s
breasts for the first time. The prodding of her swollen
nipples as they pressed through the silken robe into her
lower chest caused her to gasp out loud. Kisses rained
down on her face, her chin and her throat to the
accompaniment of breathless sighs from the eager woman as
she combined licks and nibbles with hungry open-mouthed
caresses. Sucking on the tiny nipples then flicking them
with the tip of her tongue caused a delighted “Oohh Mummy
that’s nice Mummy” to escape from the little girl.

She grunted with satisfaction as she felt the effect she
was having on her baby. Down she went, fleeting kisses
wetting her stomach and then long swipes of her busy
tongue around her pussy before pausing for a moment to
whisper, “I love you.”

She wriggled her tongue between the openings as she ate
her daughter’s pussy with shameless relish. Brittany
kicked her legs out as she felt the welcome invader slip
into her pussy and wriggle around inside. She let out a
series of gasps and sighs at the incredible sensations
within her.

“Yes Mummy. Oohh that’s lovely, it feels just… Ohhh
yes, please keep doing it Mummy.”

Donna held the girls thighs and pushed them back further
giving her access to her tight little butt hole, which
now lay fully exposed before her. She leaned in closer
and swiped her long tongue over the small rosebud until
it glistened with salvia, and then gently pushed the tip
past the tight ring and slowly fucked her rectum. By now
the youngster was crying out in ecstasy as she pumped her
tiny bottom into her Mothers face.

She squealed when Donna began to quicken the pace of her
tongue, watching it plunge in to the hilt and invade her
bowels, and then whip out again in a blur of motion.
Donna’s lust filled eyes remained fixed on her daughters
face as she raped her ass and felt her squirm and cry.
She kept it up for a few minutes more, the room now noisy
with cries of passion and the slurping of her tongue
inside the wet anus. Suddenly she switched to the girls
cunt and resumed sucking and licking the little clitoris.

“Mummy, Mummy. It’s feeling funny. Oohh yes, yes
Aaahhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh! Now Now! I’m weeing.”

She came as only a girl of that tender age can; lights
began to flash in her head as she felt her insides turn
to liquid, mistaking the sensation for pissing. Donna
carried on slowly licking and kissing until the thrusts
and sighs ceased, and then slowly pulled her tongue out
as she felt her daughter collapse. The woman slowly
kissed her way up the shaking body until she reached her
lips, and then kissed them tenderly before laying on her
side with her chin resting on her hand.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like that.” She teased. A sly
smile touching her lips.

“I wouldn’t dare. It was the best of anything Mum, the
best ever” A small frown creased her smooth brow.
“There’s one thing I’d like better though.”

“Oh what’s that?” asked Donna lightly.

“To do it to you. Those pictures and your panties.” She
stopped suddenly embarrassed at having mentioned her
pilfering.

“It’s okay lover. I don’t mind, in fact I’m flattered.
I’m glad you took them, if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have
known how you felt about me and that would’ve been
terrible for both of us. Tell me everything you feel
darling, I want to know exactly what you want from this
relationship.”

The soft lighting in the bedroom couldn’t diminish the
love shining from her Mother’s face as she tried to
reassure her little girl. Brittany’s face lit up at the
word “lover” being used to describe her and continued
with added courage.

“I wanted to see the pictures of you with hardly any
clothes on so I could think of you without anything on
and…and to have your panties so I could smell and lick,
then I could pretend I was doing it to you when I looked
at your picture.”

She looked up at the woman and continued almost
imploringly with her childish entreaty. “That’s what I’ve
always wanted Mum, to kiss you everywhere. I dream of you
making me do it to you, even if I don’t want to…. Like
I know I do really, but if I’m tired or doing something
else, like watching my favourite programme when you want
me to do it, you take me upstairs with you anyway, and
take your clothes off and make me do it like the women in
the magazine, only I do all the licking to you.”

Donna lay still, digesting the words and their clear
implications. Her daughter, even at that age was a
natural submissive and the thought made her pulse quicken
as she began to envisage the kind of relationship this
could lead to. She wasn’t displeased; on the contrary she
found the whole idea incredibly exciting as her mind
raced over the possibilities

“Do you think that’s weird Mum? Do you think I’m a perv?”
She whispered using the word she’d heard in the
playground. Her Mother shook her head, her hair sweeping
back across her slim shoulders as she ran a lazily finger
across the girl’s cheeks.

“No. Not at all, I’m so glad you’ve had the courage to
tell me. It’s very important that we’re completely honest
with each other,” Her eyes glinted as she continued, “and
ourselves.” Her face flushed as she realised it was time
to put her daughter to work on her own body a thought
she’d been relishing ever since all of this began.

She reached down and took a hold of the sash of her gown.
“Perhaps we’ve finished talking for now. I think it’s
time to have you put your wishes into action by giving me
pleasure.” “Don’t worry”, she purred, “I’ll guide you all
the way. Are you okay if I take my robe off now baby?”

The girl gulped. “Yes Mummy.”

“Good, because I’m going to stand up and show you my
body. You may have seen pictures of naked women before,
but seeing a fully grown woman in the flesh is quite a
different thing.” She sat up and swung her long legs off
the side of the bed, then got up and stood before her
daughter. Their eyes met for a second as she pulled at
the sash and slid the dark gown away from her body.

Brittany gasped when she saw her Mother’s magnificent
figure, her eyes taking in the sweeping curves of her
breasts and her long shapely legs with the dark fuzz
nestling in-between. Her skin looked toned and lightly
tanned, except for the pale conical breasts and angry
pink nipples; which now stood smartly to attention. She
sat down next to Brittany, and reached for her hand,
Mother and daughter both naked together.

“Place your hand on my breast,” she whispered to the
girl. Brittany obeyed and tentatively reached forward to
place her hand on the nearest, then waited to be told
what to do next.

“Now explore it, get used to how it feels, squeeze it a
little if you like, but be gentle. There, that’s nice
isn’t it? Feel how the nipple stands up and goes hard
when you touch it. Good. Now do the same with the other
one, run your hand over it, lift it up. Put your hand
underneath and feel it’s weight… That’s it does it feel
nice?” The girl nodded. Pleased, Donna continued.
“There’s only one thing better than touching it, and do
you know what that is?”

“No mummy.”

“Kissing it of course. That’s your next job honey. Lean
forward and put your mouth over my nipple, then kiss it
and feel it grow stiff between your lips” Brittany leaned
forward, taking the supple flesh in both hands and
brought her open mouth over the pink tip to suckle on.
The nipple felt hard and rubbery to her tongue, while the
flesh it surmounted felt soft and smooth, but still firm
as she closed her eyes and coed like a baby.

The way Brittany held onto her Mother’s breast and sucked
on the nipple wasn’t too dissimilar to a Mother feeding
her baby, except in this case the Mother was feeding
herself to her daughter for sexual gratification. Sighing
quietly, she cradled the girl’s head with her hands as
she enjoyed her oral caresses. “Good girl” she whispered,
her soft sighs turning into moans as she passed
Brittany’s lips from one breast to the other.

The pale flesh glistened with the girl’s salvia in the
dim bedroom light as they rose up to fill her mouth.
Whispered encouragement found it’s way past her lips as
she expressed her feelings with words. Suddenly Donna
recalled Brittany’s earlier words about how she wanted to
be dominated and she felt a fierce thrill enter her
loins. The tone of her voice changed, as her words became
more demanding, her cunt juicing in anticipation as she
instructed the girl to go lower.

Brittany moved to obey her wishes, quickly scooting down
past the woman’s stomach, but not before planting a wet
kiss on it’s wrinkled belly button and then downwards
into the fuzz of pubic hair above the wrinkled labia
“Just put your face next to my vagina or shall I say
cunt,” she said lewdly, parting her legs in anticipation,
“Yes that’s it. Now watch as I open myself up for you.
Look at it darling, see how wet it is and how it
glistens, you’ve done that by getting me excited. Watch
as I pull back the lips, they don’t hang down any more do
they? They’re more like the wings of a butterfly. I’m
going to put two fingers either side of my clitoris
Brittany… see how that make’s it come forward out of
it’s hood like a little finger. It’s for you honey, give
it a big kiss to say hello…”

“Ahh yes, that’s nice. That’s you’re fist kiss on my
clit, I’ll remember that, now run your tongue and lips
around it. Yes that’s it darling… all around with your
little baby tongue, feel it stiffen and grow just like my
nipples did. Lick it. How does it taste darling? Tell me
if you like it because you’ll be getting a lot more of it
from now on sweetie.”

“Umm yummy Mum. I love it.” Came the muffled response
from Brittany with her mouth hidden in the hairy bush.

Donna sighed and pushed her pelvis forward. “That’s good,
I’m so glad. Keep sweeping your tongue into me! Rub your
lips against me as well and give me plenty of little
kisses. Yes that’s right. Good girl keep at it.”

And then; “Oh darling, I can’t wait any longer for this.
Press your face between my thighs and suck my clit hard!
Don’t stop doing it until I come right in that pretty
little mouth of yours. I’m going to fuck your face with
my hot cunt lover. Flick your tongue from side to side to
excite my clitoris. Does it feel angry? Yes I’ll bet it
does, it’s throbbing like mad. Take it between your lips;
pretend it’s a lollypop… Yeah baby like that!” She
hissed, “Now suck on it!” She yelled. “Ohh, Ohhhhh yeah!
Keep sucking! Keep going!”

Brittany flinched as she felt the woman’s thighs flip
over her shoulders, her Mother noticed and tried to
reassure her. “Don’t panic darling.” She cooed. “It’s
okay, I’m just bringing my legs up over your shoulders.
Feel them close over your head. You like? Umm… Nod your
head for yes honey. Good girl, I knew you would. You like
the feeling of Mummy’s big thighs squeezing your ears
don’t you? Yeaaahhh! You know you do! Feel my legs as
they wrap around your back and hold you in.”

Her voice rose with excitement as she thrilled to the
sound of her own lewd words. “You’re Mummy’s prisoner
darling and you’re going nowhere till you’ve satisfied me
completely. Uh hugh!” She thrust her cunt up hard. “Uh
hugh!” Then again. “Yeah! Yeaaahh darling, keep going! Go
faster! Faster! Don’t stop…. Don’t ever stop! Ohh God
Yeah! Yeah! That’s it sweetie! That’s it!”

Her voice rose to a loud wail, filling the room with the
sounds of her exhilaration as she approached her crises;
the sensation of Brittany’s tongue lapping her and the
knowledge of the forbidden act they were involved in
drove her over the edge. Her voice came in sobs as angry
passion seized her, and crying out she reached for the
girl’s head and took a handful of hair to roughly pull
her face against her wet cunt and grind her pelvis up
against her chin.

Cunt soup smeared her face as it bounced against her
Mother’s thrusting groin, the woman groaning louder as
more taboo thoughts filled her head. “Come on! Come on!”
She urged. “Suck me off! Lick it! Lick it! Lick it! Oh
fuck! Oh fuck I’m going to cum. I can’t hold back. I
can’t stop it I… Yes! Keep going…Keep it up, stay
with me baby! Stay with me…here it comes! Here it
comes…I’m going to cum right in that sweet fucking
mouth of yours. Ugghh! Ugghh!” She cried as her hips
slammed backwards and forwards, her legs locked round her
daughter’s shoulders, holding her in place as the heel of
her foot beat a tattoo against her back.

The girl tried to keep up, sucking and flicking her
tongue within the woman’s vagina, loving her new role as
her Mother’s lover, until she felt hot cum spurting into
her mouth and throat, some going down the wrong to make
her cough and splutter.

Donna paused briefly as she fought for breath. She waited
a few minutes at the most, and then climbed up Brittany’s
body and sat on her gasping face. With the headboard
clattering against the wall and the mattress singing, she
rode the child to a climax, and then rested apparently
spent, but then moved up again to resume fucking the
girl’s tired mouth. The same pattern was set for the rest
of the night until eventually both could stand no more,
and lay back exhausted to sleep.

The next few days were like a honeymoon. The morning
after their long night of lovemaking, Donna phoned in
sick for the next three days, then did the same for her
daughter by speaking to her school and telling them she
had the flu. They spent the rest of the morning sleeping
until they both dragged themselves up for Donna to
prepare them a large breakfast.

They went shopping for the rest of the afternoon with
Brittany whooping with joy at some of the new dolls her
Mother bought her. When they got back home Brittany
wanted to run upstairs and play with her two new Barbie’s
and their outfits, but her Mother said she could do that
later. She wanted to go to bed again first and teach her
how to make love to her behind.

It was one of her favourite acts and she wanted to entice
her young daughter into rimming her buttocks as soon as
possible, hence the bribe of the two dolls. Leading
Brittany by the hand she led her up the stairs to the
bedroom where she quickly shed her clothes.

“Take off your clothes honey, then kneel down on this
pillow Mummy’s putting on the floor. Good, that’s it. Now
I’m going to teach you how to suck my other hole. When I
stand in front of you I want you to lick and kiss the
cheeks of my nice big bottom. Start by doing that and
then I’ll guide you in further when I’m ready for you.
How do you feel about that? I promise that when you’ve
done it to me for long enough and made me very happy,
I’ll let you go and play with your dollies. Okay?”

She gave her daughter a bright smile and suddenly
Brittany couldn’t have given two pence for her dolls. The
thought of being allowed to worship her beautiful Mother
in such an exciting and unusual way made her little pussy
throb through her panties.

“Oh yes Mummy. I’d love to suck you again; your bottom’s
so nice. I don’t car how long you want me to suck it for;
I really want to do it for you Mummy.”

“Good girl Brittany. Mummy’s so proud of you darling.”
She gushed. “There love, just kneel down here and get
ready to kiss my big old bottom.”

The little girl protested that it was the loveliest
bottom she’d ever seen, even better than the women’s
bottom in the magazines she’d seen at school. Donna gave
a throaty chuckle and shoved her domed buttocks into the
face of the kneeling youngster, telling her she’d better
prove it. She did by placing her hands on the woman’s
legs to support herself, and then with a sigh of pleasure
she leaned forwards and pressed her pretty features into
the first cheek. It yielded to the pressure of her face,
yet still felt firm to the touch. She stuck out her
tongue, and at first tentatively licked up and down the
surface.

She felt goose pimples and in one or two places a couple
of brown moles, which she twirled the tip around to
savour. The flesh felt warm and still smelt beautiful
from the body oil rubbed into it earlier, and she
relished the feeling of the silky domes as she lapped
them with her tongue, and began covering each one with a
series of butterfly kisses, followed by wet open mouthed
licks.

She felt her Mother push back as she rubbed her ass into
her willing face, and opened her mouth wider, trying to
fill it with the soft flesh. Then she felt a hand gently
guide her face sideways until she took the hint and moved
her head towards the partition, slowly kissing her way
along, until her nose brushed against the woman’s dark
crack.

She sighed as she took the plunge and felt her Mother’s
hands on the back of her head become more demanding so
she had no choice but to bury her lips against the brown
rose bud of her anus. She breathed in the rich aroma of
it’s dank secretions, the smell nearly made her pull out
and gag but she knew that would upset her grown up lover,
so she forced herself to breath in again and tolerate the
strong tang.

Donna began to churn her buttocks round and round into
her face, so that any one viewing the scene, would have
seen a beautiful woman with her head thrown back in
ecstasy, grinding her buttocks into the obscured face of
a young child. The person would either be appalled or
enthralled, but either way would watch in fascination,
hearing the wet slops of the girl’s feasting mouth, and
the moans of the woman, as he or she witnessed the lewd
scene before them.

Donna came noisily, there’s no other way to describe it.
For the first time in her life, she screamed during an
orgasm, so much so that she scared Brittany so much, she
tried to pull out, until her Mother begged her to carry
on. The orgasm left Donna sobbing as she collapsed on to
the bed and took her daughter in her arms.

It was a shattering experience for both of them and for
the next twenty minutes they both lay still until their
breathing returned to normal. Finally Donna propped her
head up from the pillow and kissed the girl softly on the
lips as she smiled into her eyes.

“Thank you darling, that was wonderful for me. Did you
mind doing it?”

Brittany shook her head vigorously as though the very
thought of her minding doing anything to make her Mother
happy was unthinkable.

“I’ll do anything for you Mummy. I love you. It was a bit
strange at first,” she admitted, “but then I got to
really like it, and it felt good doing it to you, and
hearing you making all those noises.” Her Mother sighed
lustily as she kissed her forehead, then her nose, then
her ears and finally her lips as unbelievably her passion
grew once again.

“That’s nice Brittany.” she whispered seductively, “In
that case do you think you could manage to do it one more
time before you go and play with your dolls?”

“Yes Mummy.” She nodded dutifully.

Donna reached a pillow over and placed it under her
crotch, then buried her face in the other as she arched
her proud buttocks into the air

“Take your time darling. Make Mummy climb up the wall.”

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****** CHAPTER TWO ******
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“Cheers!”

“Cheers!” replied Donna as she clinked her glass of gin
and tonic against Susan’s.

Both women were laying back on the sofa in the sumptuous
living room of Susan’s London flat. Although she was
married it belonged to her and had nothing to do with her
husband. Susan presented a welcoming sight to viewers as
she read the news most days of the week. Her attractive
trim appearance gave the impression she was speaking to
them personally, her blue intelligent eyes seemed to see
through the camera straight in to theirs.

Donna was delighted when Susan had made a pass at her
last year at a party; ever since then they’d been lovers
with constant meetings at Susan’s flat. They met once a
week for discreet daytime sessions of lovemaking, both
women had every Wednesday to themselves and made full use
of it for their weekly tryst. Susan studied her friends
face sensing a difference in her this week. She reached
over to stroke her hand as she gently probed.

“So how was your week?”

Donna’s lips twitched as she smiled, knowing she couldn’t
hide her excitement. “Oh not bad.” She said casually,
trying with a feeble attempt to hide her glee.

Susan raised her eyebrow knowingly. It could only be
something wonderful, probably something very exciting to
make Donna so agitated. The woman was dying to tell her
something quite thrilling; she’d noticed her energised
state as soon as she walked through the door. Knowing
Donna, the only thing that could possibly have such an
effect on her had to be sex, and it wasn’t to wild an
assumption to work out she’d made a new conquest.

“Who’ve you been making it with honey bunch?”

“Pardon?” she replied surprised that her friend knew so
easily.

Susan’s hand slid down to her friend’s leg, and caressed
its way up her stockinged thigh. “You know you can share
your secret with me.” She sighed. “We never keep anything
from each other darling. Do tell honey, you know it’s
safe with me.”

Donna looked away for a moment as she sought for the
right words to tell Susan about her and Brittany, she’d
been dying to tell her ever since she came round. Susan
was Donna’s soul mate, both were more than friends and
lovers; they were almost like sisters, both fiercely
protective of each other and totally devoted.

“Your right.” She bit her lip slightly before she
continued. “I know how much you adore younger girls
Susan. It’s one of your closely guarded secrets.” Susan
gave a long apprising stare as she wondered just what
this was leading up to.

Donna knew her liking for young girls and had been her
only confident, her secret yearning known only to her
because she knew she wouldn’t be appalled as other people
would. In fact Donna had found the idea quite stimulating
herself, but never to the extent that Susan had. Her
breath caught in her throat as she waited for her to
continue.

“Well, it’s happened to me Susan. I’m having a sexual
relationship with a young girl.”

“How young?” She asked hardly trusting her voice.

“Thirteen, Susan. In a way I’ve been having a
relationship with her ever since she was born.” She
reached out taking Susan’s had in hers as she gazed into
her burning eyes. “You see darling I’m her Mother.” The
effect was electrifying. Susan’s eyes rolled in their
sockets as she whispered, “Oh my God.” Her head fell back
on the sofa as she stared up at the ceiling. For a while
there was silence almost like the after effects of an
explosion, and in a way it was.

“Have I shocked you.”?

“In the enormity of what you’re saying I suppose you
have. I just need to take it in, I don’t disapprove.” She
paused and breathed out loudly, letting a gust of air
blow her dark hair away form her forehead. “I’m honoured
you told me. How long…I mean when did you…” She
groped.

Donna leaned forward and kissed her. For the next half an
hour she told her everything, right from the discovery
under Brittany’s mattress, all that had happened, how she
had felt, what she had done about it, and everything they
had done together since.

When she had finished, Susan quietly stood up, took Donna
by the hand and kissed her with a furious passion, which
showed just how she felt. “I think it’s time we made our
way upstairs.” She whispered.

W