I felt her tense up, her thighs trembling and beginning to spasm. I pulled my tongue out of her hole and sucked her clit into my mouth as I drove my finger into her ass until my knuckles nestled in her crack. I tongued and nipped her clit until Bonnie exploded into another orgasm. Her thighs snapped shut, trapping my head as her hands feebly tried to pry my head away from her pussy.
Bonnie thrust her hips so wildly that she seemed to flop like a fish out of the water as she tried to curl around her orgasm. I continued attacking her clit, sucking and chewing her little nub until she wailed, “Oh, Gooddd, ‘Ellleeeeee!” and went limp, a gush of fluids hitting my chin. With her thighs no longer clamped on my head, I quickly moved down and lapped up her juices while easing my finger out of her ass.
Once I cleaned her up, I watched over Bonnie as she worked through her orgasm and enjoyed her afterglow. Finally, her eyes fluttered open, and Bonnie said, “Oh, God, ‘Elle, I love you so much!”
I answered, “Oh, Mom, I love you so much, too.”
I crawled up and captured her lips with mine, and we kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths. Finally, we broke, and Bonnie said, “I’d really like to taste you, ‘Elle.”
I said, “Oh, Mom, I’d like you to taste me too.” I quickly scrambled up and straddled Bonnie’s face and lowered my pussy into her face. Bonnie moaned as she French kissed my pussy. Her tongue licked up and down my slit before shoving it into my hole. Her hands went to my hips, pulling my pussy into her face. I ground my pussy against Bonnie’s face and moaned, “Oh, God, Mom. That feels so good!”
Bonnie was incredible as she quickly brought me to the edge of my orgasm. I was moaning, “Oh, God, Mom,” over and over as I rolled my hips, hitting my clit against her nose.
As I felt I would crash into my orgasm, Bonnie pulled her tongue out of my hole and sucked my clit into her mouth. She sucked, licked, and nibbled my clit, and I screamed, “OHHH GODDD MOOMMM!!!” as I crashed into my orgasm, humping my pussy hard into her face before I lost control of my body.
I collapsed off to the side, falling onto the bed beside Bonnie. She took me in her arms and held me tight against her. She petted me as I worked through my orgasm, repeatedly saying, “Oh, ‘Elle,” until I recovered…
… Finally, Bonnie was sated and limp, her head lolled to the side, and she was softly snoring. As I dressed, I gazed at her and realized that Bonnie had never broken character while fantasizing that I was her daughter. I thought about Sinéad and how I loved her, even though she was my aunt. Despite how similar they looked, I never thought about Mom like I did Sinéad because she was my mother. But was I using Sinéad as a proxy for my mother without realizing it? I’d have to think about that.
I leaned in, tenderly kissed Bonnie’s cheek, and whispered, “Good night, Mom,” before pulling the duvet over her. I had enjoyed our tryst and wouldn’t mind letting her indulge in her fantasy again if she wanted to. I left a note on the notepad beside the phone with my number, inviting her to call me if she was ever in town again.
I left her room, turning out the lights and ensuring the door was latched and locked before taking the elevator to the lobby. I smiled at the night clerk as I left, and she smiled back at me, probably thinking I had just left some man’s room. I laughed to myself, imagining the look on her face if I told her I had just fucked my mother senseless.
I drove back to my dorm and returned to my empty room. As I performed my toilet before bed, I thought about Bonnie and her incestuous fantasy about her daughter Michelle. I had no evidence that anything Bonnie had told me was true, so maybe it was just a fantasy, and she wasn’t using me as a proxy for her daughter. In any event, the sex had been great, and I’d probably never see her again, anyway.
When I called Sinéad to tell her about my latest adventure, she laughed and asked if I had let her spank me. I told her that I had seriously considered it if Bonnie had wanted to try it, but it had never been brought up. Sinéad said that if it does to indulge her. After all, if my ass belonged to her, she could give it to Bonnie if she wanted to. The thought that Sinéad could give my ass to anyone sent a thrill through my body. I said I’d think about it and said goodbye.
May 1970
I was just about done with the last of my classes and preparing for graduation. I had been on the Dean’s List the entire time and would again be graduating Magna Cum Laude with my MBA. I had enjoyed my internship at Martin Marietta and hoped to interview for a permanent position once I graduated. Several recruiters contacted me at the behest of other aerospace companies and even a few financial institutes, so I had options if Martin Marietta passed on me.
I had a great time at Harvard. The schoolwork was hard, but I learned a lot about how big business works. We were encouraged to form study groups and work with each other on the more challenging problems. The important thing was building networks with other people in the field. I had no problem building relationships with my fellow students. The guys were easy because they weren’t always thinking with their brains. I’ll admit I occasionally took advantage of that. I did have to be careful with women because being a lesbian was still taboo, and I could make choices without using my brain as easily as any guy could.
I was looking forward to a break after graduation to visit home and Aunt Sinéad. I only saw her and Sionainn for a few days last summer because of my internship at Martin Marietta and a five-week summer course I took for extra credit. I flew back for Christmas each year and saw my family.
My first roommate, Deidre, did marry her guy Brad and the last I heard, they were happily married, and Deidre was graduating with honors like me. I was happy for her and her ability to announce her love to the world while I had to hide mine.
While ruminating on how unfair some things were, my phone rang. I picked up and said, “Hello?”
“Anna, this is Bonnie.”
I smiled, immediately feeling better and looking forward to having some fun with Bonnie. “Hello, Bonnie. Are you in town?”
“Yes, I am. Are you free tonight?”
“As a matter of fact, I am. The usual time?”
“Yes, that will be fine. I’m looking forward to seeing you.”
“Me, too. See you at seven,” I said before hanging up.
I smiled, thinking about Bonnie and our kinky relationship over the last year and a half. Bonnie managed to justify a trip to Boston every two to three months, so we had met at the Sapphic Portal each time before ending up at her hotel for a night of role-playing sex. I found out that Bonnie actually did have a daughter named Michelle. When she showed me a picture of her, we did look similar, although Michelle was taller than me. Bonnie’s husband had died several years ago, so Bonnie and Michelle had been on their own, having grown closer since his death.
I had enjoyed pretending to be her daughter so Bonnie could work through her incestuous fantasy of having sex with her daughter without risking destroying their relationship. I know Bonnie appreciated it and told me several times how close she had come to trying to act it out with her daughter. She probably would have gone too far except for having me as an outlet for her feelings.
I dressed as Bonnie fantasized how her daughter would dress, wearing a lovely purple flounce dress that made my eyes pop. I was going to go commando and braless tonight, but I wore matching thigh highs and a garter belt. I noticed that Bonnie had really enjoyed the feeling of stockings when I wrapped my legs around her.
I drove to the Sapphic Portal, parked, and headed inside, still having to show ID to prove I was twenty-one. I didn’t mind since I liked that people couldn’t see how old I really was. When I entered, Bonnie was already there, and as I walked up to her, I noticed Bonnie had a serious look on her face. When she said, “Hello, Anna,” I realized something was different. Every time up until now, the fantasy started as soon as we met.
Wondering why things were different and realizing Bonnie wasn’t already in character, I asked, “What’s up, Bonnie?”
“Thanks for coming, Anna. Tonight, it will just be Bonnie and Anna, okay?” she answered, looking a little nervous.
“No, problem, Bonnie,” I replied, smiling to assure her I was truthful.
“Let’s get dinner, and we’ll talk,” Bonnie said as the hostess approached us.
We asked for a table in the lounge, and as we were escorted to it, we drew covert glances from some of the patrons. Our mother/daughter vibe must have been evident even though we weren’t role-playing tonight.
Once we were seated and drinks ordered, Bonnie said, “Anna, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
I smiled and said, “It was my pleasure, Bonnie.”
Bonnie smiled and said, “Well, it was my pleasure, too. However, I want you to know that my relationship with Michele is solid now, thanks to you. By allowing me to work out my feeling about an incestuous relationship with my daughter with you, I didn’t do something inappropriate to drive us apart.”
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