Turning to her, trying to rib her, I asked.
“What did you think she meant.”
She smiled and squeezed my arm,
“Why did you not both sunbathe nude? That is such a pity! I was expecting something juicier, like torrid lesbian sex or mud wrestling. Just so you know. I would with Lisi, in a flash, she is hot.”
Mandy had a way of embarrassing me and others. Did she know I was attracted to Lisi?
We had an excellent meal and shared a bottle of wine.
I steered the conversation away from Lisi and talked more about Bill and missing him.
It was a warm evening, so we walked back home along the seafront arm in arm, cutting into the High Street near my cottage.
After a coffee, we went to bed.
When I came out of the bathroom in a sensible white cotton bra and panties, Mandy slipped out of bed as I slid into it. Mandy was naked. When she returned from the bathroom to bed, I did my best to avoid her seeing me staring at her beautiful naked body and her hard nipples.
She snuggled to me and wriggled to get comfortable, her boobs and hard nipples squashing into my back, causing my breath to catch.
“I miss this Mommy.”
She whispered in my ear.
Her arm looped around me, her hand resting on my left boob. I expelled my held breath in a gentle hiss, not wishing to let her know the effect she was having on me.
“This is so good Mommy, I love you so much.”
She whispered.
“I miss a cuddle sweetie.”
I sighed.
We both drifted off.
I stirred from a deep sleep as dawn broke.
My leg was stretched over Mandy, resting on the naked body. I was rubbing my wet panty-covered pussy on her bare hip, with my right hand holding her left boob and snuggling to her, my lips about to kiss her neck.
I sat up with a start, realising what I was doing, shocked, embarrassed and fully awake.
The sudden movement had Mandy awake, sensing I was disturbed, wrapping her arms around my body.
“Are you alright, Mommy?
She whispered in my ear, brushing her lips on it as she did.
“No reason to be upset, we all have needs. I was enjoying the feel of you against me.”
I stuttered. My embarrassment was palatable.
“I am sorry sweetie I must have been dreaming, please forgive me.”
She kissed my forehead, ears, and cheeks with tender concern, murmuring shh, shh, then kissed me on my lips.
We sank back on the bed, facing each other.
Mandy gently pulled my head to her bare chest and comforted me. She stroked my hair and back and kissed the top of my head.
At this point, my feelings changed towards my daughter.
My lips returned her kisses to the swell of her upper chest.
She held her left breast to my mouth.
Being Mother and Daughter was forgotten.
I kissed her boob, she liked it. Mandy moved so her nipple was at my lips. I kissed and sucked the offered hard nipple for ages, which made her purr like a cat.
We moved so we were face to face.
I apologised for taking advantage of her, unsure and concerned about our actions but wanting more.
Saying what I felt about her, she whispered to me.
“I love you, Mommy, I will do anything and I do mean anything, for your happiness, I want you so much it hurts!”
Mandy put her hand around the back of my neck, pulled me into her and firmly kissed me full on my lips.
Her mouth opened, her tongue pushed into my mouth, and mine into hers.
Our kiss was intense, passionate and sexual. We embraced till Mandy undid my bra and removed it with my help. Mandy kissed me, suckled on my right nipple, and draped her leg across me.
It was sublimely intense to feel her lips on my nipple. Her body heat and nakedness, to smell her perfume and to sense her need for me.
My heart was beating fast, my body was hot with lust, and my panties were wet from our kissing and her suckling on my nipple. The wrongness of the illicit act of love for each other overwhelmed me.
She pushed me back, kissing and sensuously bitting my breasts and nipples, slipped her hand down the front of my panties, her fingers insinuating through my sparse pussy hair, over my pronounced clitoris to my cleft formed by my puffed-up sensitised pussy lips, while kissing each other.
I was in heaven as she rubbed up and down my wet cunt several times with two fingers and then dipped them into my soaking wet vagina, in and out, in and out, finger fucking me.
On and on finger fucking me, exciting me more and then more by rubbing my clitoris with her thumb simultaneously. She bit my lip, dipped her head and teased my nipple with her teeth, and I climaxed.
I shuddered, shook, whimpered, gasped and grabbed her hand to stop the exquisite torcher of her fingers in my vagina.
Mandy was smiling, a tight smile caused by my grip on her hand with one hand and her thigh with my other. I relaxed my grip on her. Her smile eased into a broad grin.
“Sweetie, thank you that was wonderful, I can not believe what we have done. It is so wrong.”
Mandy kissed me.
“I can, it was amazing, all that I have dreamed of, it is what I have wanted for a long time and want more now!”
Kneeling, face to my feet, her pert bum up in the air, she pushed my damp panties down, moved my legs apart and delved into my pussy with her tongue, lashing my clitoris, sending me off on a roller coaster of pleasure, making me gasp for breath, pushing myself harder onto her rasping tongue.
I came, again and again, rolling orgasms not experienced for many years.
My knowledge and instincts came from my past as I pulled her leg over my head and pulled her juicy, shaved pussy to my mouth and sucked, nibbled, licked and probed her vagina with my tongue. Mandy was very wet and tasted sweet. I loved what I was doing.
I had not done any of this for years and regretted it.
What we were doing was wrong, so taboo but exciting.
While she licked me, she came from my devoted worship of her cunt with several long shudders.
She collapsed on me, spent and body limp.
Righting ourselves, we kissed, tasting our juices on our lips, which turned me on again.
We French kissed, our tongues tonsil deep, grinding our wet cunts together, pussy to pussy, clit to clit, labia to labia.
God, I thought, why have I not done this before?
We both went over the top and orgasmed. Hot, sweaty and sexually sated for now, we petted for a few minutes and then drifted off to sleep.
On waking, my overwhelming feelings were a strange mix of satisfaction, sexual awareness, and guilt, having incestuous sex with my stepdaughter, my legal daughter.
What had I done?
How would we deal with it?
Wide awake but feigning sleep. I lay still on my tummy, body relaxed but mind doing somersaults, turning over what Mandy and I had done. The emotional and sexual pleasure was almost overwhelming, but the guilty feelings weighed heavily on me.
The sensuality of our coupling was the best I had ever experienced, not that I was very experienced at all, but the action of having sex with my stepdaughter. How could I?
My body answered. My hand slid to my pussy, seemingly of its own accord. I found it wet, hot and slippy.
I vigorously fingered myself.
Aware Mandy was asleep next to me, I raised myself and looked at her beautiful naked body, with early morning sunlight falling across her stunning body, lying on her back, legs apart, lewd but sensual and available. I briefly studied her mons, her fleshy pussy lips slightly open, a little red from our rubbing attention earlier. I dipped my head and lapped at her vulva with the thirsty fervour of a stranded desert survivor with the first water for a week.
Sweet-tasting Mandy, I could not get enough of her.
I licked and sucked frantically, and not surprisingly, she woke. She held my head to her pussy and humped my face, repeating over and over,
“Thank you, Mommy, thank you, Mommy.”
She orgasmed with force, drenching my mouth and satisfying my thirst with her wetness.
She pulled me up her body, face to face, we kissed, and she licked my face as a cat would, cleaning me of her juices.
It was so sensual. I could not help myself. I moved my body to position it between the tanned legs of my daughter, sex to sex and humped Mandy with animal lust, kissing her with force.
We both climaxed, her first, me quickly following, as good as earlier, satisfying our growing feelings for each other.
We showered together, not getting too sexual with each other, just a little soaping, light touches and kisses.
Mandy dressed, and as I was about to get dressed, Mandy handed me the bra and thong I borrowed from Lisi.
“These look sexy, Mommy. Put them on for me, please.”
I put it on without fuss, getting strange thoughts of Mandy unknowingly admiring lingerie owned and worn by Lisi and myself, knowing she had worn them.
She adjusted the thong much as Lisi did. Touching my pussy and boobs, getting me turned on, getting me thinking of Thursday and our encounter.
“This is sexy, Mommy.”
Mandy said as she slid a long, manicured finger over my thong-covered, pronounced pussy lips, making me damp again.
“You look good enough to eat, again.”
She whispered as she stroked my pussy lips, getting them wetter and me about to lose control again.
With a brief kiss and embrace, she left the bedroom, saying over her shoulder, sex makes me hungry.
I am starving. I will get breakfast.
I could not help myself. Mandy had me dangling in a sexual haze.
Mandy, with her subtle touches, had set me off again. My fingers were inside the thong and on my clit in a flash. I needed to come again. What was wrong with me? Need outweighed my guilt.
I vigorously sawed my finger up and down my cleft and my clit. I came violently, standing up, doubling up with pleasure.
Guilt returned.
I dressed quickly in shorts and a crop top and joined Mandy downstairs.
Mandy prepared and served breakfast, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, fried bread and tomatoes. We both ate enthusiastically and without any conversation.
We sat on the settee together, drinking our tea, with me embarrassed about my actions with my daughter.
I rose and busied myself, clearing away our breakfast things and loading the dishwasher.
Mandy slipped into my little study, returning after a few minutes, saying she must make a move. She went upstairs to pack her bag and came down about fifteen minutes later, smiling and advising me.
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