Delivery

“So, my husband didn’t cheat on me. Instead, he poured it all out to you which made you take matters into your own hands. You went down on me and made me cum twice. What am I to learn from that? I need to fuck my husband more? Perhaps not only that but maybe I should fuck him whenever the moment hits, despite where we may be at or what time of day it is.”

“You’re getting there, love,” her mother said.

“Maybe his desires center around me but don’t only include me. Does he want another woman?”

Catherine’s body responded oddly to what she had just said.

“Do I?” she questioned loudly.

Denise pulled her robe slowly up her legs until her pussy was revealed to her daughter.

“What was your first thought when you saw this?” she said, looking between her own legs.

Catherine looked at her mother and marveled at her vagina. She couldn’t help but say something.

“I like the way that looks,” she said.

Denise looked deeply into her daughter’s eyes.

“I would love to have your tongue on it,” her mother said.

Catherine was hesitant.

“I’ve never done it before,” she whispered.

“There was a time you never took a man inside you, either,” her mother responded. “You figured that part out, though.”

Catherine sighed, “It’s not the same thing.”

Denise knew it wasn’t the same thing, but she had no other grounds for her argument. Catherine thought twice about what she would do next but decided to take the risk and return the ultimate sexual favor. She got onto the floor in front of her mother and forced her legs open.

“Oh!” her mother said.

“Don’t act surprised, mother! Trudy would confess this wasn’t the first time this has happened to you.”

Denise laughed loudly at her daughter’s accurate appraisal of the situation.

“You’re not wrong,” she said.

Catherine giggled along with her mother and dove right in. She felt comfortable placing her mouth at the place where she entered the world. Teasing her mother’s pussy was as comfortable as sucking her husband’s cock. She knew how absurd the whole situation should’ve felt to her, but she discarded that thought for a moment in favor of exploration. She deemed it as exploration in a safe environment.

“This seems easy, Mom,” she said before going back for more.

Denise said nothing in return. She placed her hand on the back of her daughter’s head and pulled her into the folds of her pussy. She always enjoyed having her pussy eaten but having her daughter do it was a treat she could never claim from anyone else. The moment of release happened much sooner than she anticipated.

“I’m going to cum, baby!” she announced in a raspy voice.

Catherine learned from her mother and dove in deeper than she had before. Next thing she knew, she was holding her mother’s legs down so she could do her job properly. She regarded the pleasuring of her mother in that instant as her job. A job she wanted to perform to perfection. She licked and sucked in all the right spots it seemed. Her mother’s legs began the shake uncontrollably.

“Cum all over my face,” Catherine told her mother.

As soon as she said it, she knew it wasn’t fake. She had changed. She wasn’t the prude the thought she was before. She knew that what she was doing was hidden inside her all along. It took a person close to her to show her what she was capable of. She knew she had to not be afraid to speak the words she desperately wanted to say.

“Come on, Mom!” she demanded.

Her tongue grew tired from having no practice at all. She didn’t have to wait long before she could feel in her head the vibrations from her mother’s body as she came.

“Catherine,” she whispered as she attempted to control the volcano erupting inside her.

On a whim, she put a finger inside her mother and then another. She knew what would make her own body react and she was right. She just didn’t expect the reaction. Catherine could only imagine the number of times another woman had brought such pleasure to her mother, but she reacted as if it was the first time. Denise shoved her daughter away with her foot and covered her mound with both hands. She was breathing heavily while her eyes slowly opened.

“My god, Catherine,” she huffed.

Catherine launched into a giggle fit at the reaction her mother had coupled with her sense of pride in the apparent and unexpected level of expertise she had in pleasing another woman. Her mother fell limp on the couch.

“I can’t move,” she gasped with a chuckle.

Catherine’s mind drifted back to her husband.

“I need to call him,” she said plainly.

“Oh, baby. I think you should, but we should have a talk about that before he comes over,” she counseled.

“What’s there to talk about? He’s probably thinking I left him for good.”

“He didn’t. I’ve spoken with him a few times since you’ve been here,” she informed her daughter.

“What? How could you do that and not tell me?” she asked in an accusatory tone.

“I knew why you were here and I also know how hard headed you can be. I told him that he had nothing to worry about and that either something would change with you or at worst, we could all come together and figure it out. You know you would not leave him.”

Catherine slouched like a child who had their toy taken away.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” her mother said with a sly grin.

Catherine folded her arms in a huff.

“You never change. Let’s have him over tomorrow. In the meantime, you and I have should talk about what will happen.”

That night, mother and daughter laid comfortably in bed naked next to each other and talked about Catherine’s past sex habits and what had changed. She admitted to wanting more experience with women and knew she had let the prudish side of her upbringing dominate how she expressed herself sexually, especially with her husband.

“Now, what are your expectations for tomorrow?” her mother asked.

Catherine thought for a moment and felt confused or unsure how she should answer the question. Her continued delay prompted her mother to interject.

“It’s obvious you have some confessions to make. I will tell you that I made no mention about What we’ve done in this house; only that you had been soul searching with some help from me. You know, help from the non-prude.”

Catherine lightly chuckled.

“Let’s unpack this whole thing one bit at a time. Do you want to tell him what we’ve done here?”

Catherine nodded hesitantly.

“Okay, no problem. Do you want to tell him what I’ve been doing?”

“Well, I think I want to tell him what we did, but to get there, I think we would have to spill the beans about everything else,” her daughter suggested.

“I think I agree with you.”

There was a long silence. Denise had other questions she wanted to dive into but hesitated. She hesitated enough that her daughter pushed her.

“What is it, mother?”

Denise looked around nervously.

“By this time tomorrow would you like to have him right here between us in this bed?” she asked, tapping the narrow empty spot between them.

“Mother!” she announced in feign shock, “How could you even suggest that!”

“I’m just sayin’, it might be fun,” she said, her volume trailing down as she spoke.

Catherine put her hand on her mother’s arm, “Mom, I have no doubt it will eventually come to that point, but I think tomorrow may have to be between us.”

Denise was a little disappointed, but she expected it.

“…but we will see what happens,” Catherine added.

***

The next day, Catherine’s husband arrived and piece by piece, both women walked him through the adventure and awakening that his wife went through.

Catherine regaled him with the story of what she walked into the night she walked away from him.

“There she was, bent over in the doorway over there getting it from a random guy!” she said as if it was still surprising for her. As if she didn’t know the whole story.

He looked at his mother-in-law and casually said, “I could see that.”

Denise’s arm flew quickly through the air, and she punched him in the chest.

“I am not a whore, young man!” she said soundly while scowling at him.

“No,” he said with a smile, “you just carry yourself like a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t hem-haw about getting it.”

“Nice backtrack,” Denise offered, still comically glaring at him.

Catherine took over the rest of the story about her activities. She spared no details as both her daughter and son-in-law listened. She continued into the part where Catherine watched her and Trudy together. She was poised to continue into the rest of the story when her daughter stopped her.

“No, Mom. I need to tell this part.”

Denise was happy to let her daughter tell the rest of the story. Catherine confessed her fantasy to her husband, and he took it all in with minimal expressions. When she was done, she waited impatiently for him to respond. When he remained silent, she took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m not going to apologize for how I reacted to finding the panties in your coat pocket,” she told him.