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Lisa lay back in the bedroom of her mother’s house, restless and aroused. Spending so much time with her mom always made her feel that way. They had spent the last several days close and around each other constantly. With so many businesses closed and so little to do they had been baking, cleaning, and playing silly board games, not speaking to a single other person the whole time. Lisa had been wet for days, it was like a series of intense dates almost. Her mother was a lonely woman who was very needy and had missed her daughter while she was away at college.
She had gotten pregnant with Lisa at just 18 and had married Lisa’s father and then been widowed just a few years later. Lisa’s father had been an older deacon in their local megachurch who had left his wife for Mallory, the church hadn’t batted an eye, had approved of the switch to the younger woman who could provide him with children. Mallory had always been subservient and demure, a model example of what men in their church wanted. She hadn’t changed when Lisa’s father died, and she’d retreated into their home living off the inheritance and life insurance and social security from her husband.
She had never held a job or dated another person, but she at least had been very savvy with their money and Lisa had grown up comfortable, if isolated. Mallory depended on Lisa for all her social needs and Lisa had felt intense guilt going off to college. She’d been so happy to end up with a roommate who had become a close friend and confidant (her first ever) and who shared her own love of her mother.
Having a friend at college hadn’t meant that she wasn’t dying to get home to her mother any time school was out or when they had switched to virtual classes, though. She had spent her entire lifetime with her mother, had been homeschooled most of her life and had never had a boyfriend or any friends for that matter. She had only ever had her mother and she was deeply, intensely in love with her at the same time she mourned how sad and difficult her mother’s life had been.
Lisa had always wanted to provide her mother with joy and love and friendship and when she’d first discovered masturbation and orgasms she had begun to long to provide Mallory with those as well.
Lisa stared at the ceiling and thought of her mother, of her long mousy brown hair, straight and curled in at the ends with her bangs stopping right below her eyebrows. A hairstyle that had never changed in Lisa’s lifetime. She thought about her mother’s pale moon face, round and cute with a button nose, wide brown eyes and small pink mouth. She looked innocent and plain but in a way that aroused Lisa’s sexuality and protective spirit. Lisa thought about her mother’s body, her small breasts and her hips that flared out into her wide ass and thick thighs, Lisa’s mother was lush but hid it behind Demin bib dresses with t shirts underneath to cover the possibility of any cleavage showing.
Lisa was breathing harder, thinking about her mother’s modest clothes and what it would be like to see her body underneath them. Modesty had been so important to her mother that Lisa had never seen even her bare legs, even in bed Mallory dressed in full flannel nightgowns that must have been a nightmare in the summertime. Lisa reached her hand down and began to pull her own nightgown up, still thinking about Mallory, about what it would take to undo her, wondering if she had ever touched herself in the night and felt that joy. Lisa doubted it and it made her ache as she bunched her nightdress up around her waist and moved her fingers to the outside of her cotton underwear.
She wanted to teach her mother about how good touching herself could feel, how good it could feel to be touched. They had no one else in the world but each other, Mallory had cut her parents off the same year that Lisa’s father had died, had distanced herself from all the adults in her life who had given her to a 50 year old man when she was just barely an adult. They’d left the church completely before Lisa could even remember but the shame that had been instilled in her had clearly stayed with Mallory.
She looked like a typical midwestern housewife, one you would assume would have 5 kids and a messy house with an overworked harried husband, but in reality she was alone in a cold empty house when Lisa was away at college and Lisa wanted to warm her, bring light and joy and sex into her life.
Her body was too beautiful and soft to go to waste the way it had so far. She had a lovely lilting voice that would make beautiful moans, Lisa was sure of it. She closed her eyes, moaning a little herself as she imagined her making her mother cry out with pleasure.
Nia’s (her friend and roommate at college) fantasies about her mother were so different, so much less “nice” in Lisa’s mind than what she wanted to share with her mother. Last week there had been a thunderstorm and Lisa had climbed into her mother’s bed to comfort her and had snuggled her close, playing with her long hair and stroking her sides until her mother’s breathing had reached a different bahis siteleri rhythm and she’d sent her away to sleep in her own bed.
Lisa moved her fingers to the waistband of her underwear and slid her hand inside as she thought about how it had felt to pet her mother that night, how she had grazed the sides of her breasts, unencumbered by a bra, as she’d slid her hand down her sides to sooth her. How her mothers nipples had tented the fabric of her nightgown after a while. Lisa slid her fingers inside of herself as she remembered. She felt certain that her mother was getting aroused, that she wanted to continue. Lisa shivered at the memory and at the breeze of the cool night air on her thighs. The air conditioning in the summer was always cranked up high and her nipples were achingly hard in response to that and her excitement.
She moaned as she increased fingers from 2 to 3 inside, as a virgin she’d only ever experienced her own fingers and she had never tested her limits. Nia had offered to help her explore toys and other options for masturbation but she hadn’t taken her up on it. It felt more sensual to her to continue with just her fingers, more pure and special. She moaned again as she imagined putting these same fingers between her mother’s legs and drawing out moans and whimpers.
She knew that she could make her feel so good, and make her feel safe and cared for in a way that no one ever had before. Her mother deserved that. Lisa slid her fingers in and out of the slickest of her cunt a little faster and moaned out “Mother” quietly as she did it. She thought she might have imagined a noise as she did, imagined the kind of breathy gasps she might be able to draw out of her mom and she continued faster. She imagined seeing her mother completely naked, laid bare and ready to receive her ministrations and she stroked her clit now, no longer fingering herself as she got closer to her orgasm.
Lisa’s desires were so innocent that she actually blushed imagining perhaps kissing her mother’s sex, she never felt comfortable going very far past imagining what it would be like to teach her mother to simply pleasure herself. To imagine them laying next to each other every night and moaning together as they created their own pleasure had been the ultimate fantasy for many years but as she got older she was getting more adventurous in her desires. She had started considering what it would be like to finger her mother at first and now was beginning to think more about what actually fully making love would look like for the two of them. What it would perhaps be like to taste her and to be tasted by her?
These thoughts were almost too much to bear and sent her over the edge into her climax, Lisa arched her hips up off the bed as the orgasm tore through her. She panted as she came down off the high, overwhelmed by how dirty her thoughts had gotten. She always tried not to judge Nia, but she felt her love for her mother was much purer and cleaner than what Nia felt, but her influence was beginning to change Lisa. It was making her want more and she was trying to not feel ashamed. She had as much to learn from Nia as Mallory had to learn from Lisa.
Finally when her breath was coming a little more calmly Lisa opened her eyes and yelped at the sight of her mother in the open doorway, light spilling from the hallway into her bedroom between her spread open thighs. By the look on her mother’s face she had been there for quite a while and had witnessed Lisa pleasuring herself.
“Lisa, I’m sorry…I heard noises so I came to check on you. I…I didn’t know that you did that.” Her mother didn’t look horrified, exactly, she almost looked intrigued. Like this was something she wanted to learn more about but didn’t know how to ask.
“It feels nice and it doesn’t hurt anyone. It makes me feel happy. Are you upset?” She knew there was nothing wrong with masturbation but she still feared her mother’s disapproval or shame. She wasn’t just masturbating either, she was doing it while fantasizing about her mother’s body, if Mallory thought masturbating was wrong then she would be disgusted with her daughter’s desires.
“I’m not upset. I could never be upset with you for doing something that makes you feel good, I’m just surprised. I’m sorry I interrupted, honey. I never learned to do that sort of thing and it caught me a little flat footed.” Lisa felt a massive wave of relief in the knowledge that her mom didn’t hate her.
“I could teach you how, mom. It’s easy and comes naturally, there’s nothing wrong with doing something nice for your body.” Her mother flushed and Lisa realized suddenly that her fingers were still between her legs.
She had even absentmindedly been stroking herself as she told her mother that she could teach her how to masturbate. She quickly pulled her hand from between her thighs and closed her legs, sitting up on the bed and rearranging her nightgown to cover her crotch.
“I might want to learn someday, dear. Thank you, get some rest now.” Lisa felt disappointed at her mother’s rejection of her offer but canlı bahis siteleri still felt like something good had happened between them, that they’d bridged a gap in some way. Her mother backed out of the bedroom and closed the door, leaving Lisa to herself.
Lisa grabbed her phone off the nightstand and texted her friend Nia, “I masturbated in front of my mom!” And then she laid down to dream of what might have been.
THE NEXT MORNING Lisa dressed for breakfast and met her mother in the kitchen. It felt awkward in the kitchen after last night, something hadn’t quite settled out into it’s final shape between them but Lisa was determined to fix the rift and make sure they remained as close as they always had been. She loved her mother so much and they really only had each other, their lovely little family.
Her mother had come to the kitchen in her flannel nightgown which was very unlike her and made Lisa wonder if perhaps she had slept poorly after the events of last night, which made her feel ashamed enough to blush. Maybe everything she had done really was wrong.
“Good morning, momma. Is everything okay, did you sleep alright?” Best to just get it out of the way if she was upset, they could work through it.
“Morning, baby, everything’s fine. Just felt a little lazy this morning.” She was scrambling eggs with veggies for their breakfast and Lisa thought she maybe smelled biscuits cooking in the oven which felt like a special breakfast for a random day. Maybe her mother was trying to smooth things over as well.
Or maybe it was something else? She realized that her mother was flushed for some reason, and that she was wearing a nightgown which was the only instance she would be seen without a bra on in the house.
A timer went off while Lisa thought and her mother bent over to take the biscuits out of the oven. When Lisa looked at her butt she didn’t see any panty lines either. Her mother had made her favorite breakfast and come to the dining room in clothes that she considered to be indecent with how repressed she was. Lisa was shocked to realize that this might be her mother’s idea of a seduction, that last night had awoken something and she was doing her best to pursue it in such a sweet and innocent way.
Now was her chance and there was no time to waste, she felt like she was on fire with this realization. She pushed her chair back and stood up as her mother began to plate their breakfast. Approaching her from behind made Lisa more confident, not having to read the expressions on her mother’s face. Once she was standing behind her mother she put her hands on her waist from behind and paused, waiting for a reaction.
Her mother didn’t indicate any kind of discomfort so she proceeded to run her hands along her mother’s sides, starting at her waist and moving down to her hips and then working her way back to her upper back while subtly bunching up the fabric of the nightgown she was wearing. She moved in closer, pressing her hips against her mother’s butt which was big and firm. She moved her hands down again, careful not to pull the fabric of the nightgown back down and grabbing her mother’s hips to pull them gently back against her own.
“Thank you for making me breakfast, momma, it looks so delicious.” She murmured this against her mother’s hair, unable to restrain herself enough to leave any space between their bodies.
“Of course, baby.” Her mother sounded out of breath but not complaining so Lisa could only take it as a good sign that she should continue. The floodgates were fully open now, she couldn’t stop. One hand remained on her mother’s hip and the other she reached up to stroke her mother’s long hair, pulling it back and then over her opposite shoulder so she could access her mother’s neck. She didn’t dare kiss just yet. They were both excited but they weren’t quite there yet, there was a need to gradually ease into this, despite how different this was already from any other physical interaction they’d ever had before. Kissing other women was what lesbians did, her mother wouldn’t be okay with that yet. There was still the need for plausible deniability and Lisa was able to recognize that regardless of how inept she might be.
“Your hair is so pretty and soft, momma. It smells so nice, and you take such good care of it,” Lisa breathed these words against her mother’s neck. Knowing somehow that her mother needed the praise and being aroused to give it to her. Her mother shivered at the whispers against her skin. Lisa wrapped the arm that had moved her mother’s hair around her waist and placed a hand on her mother’s abdomen, low but not too low to cause alarm.
They were still moving remarkably fast despite how much Lisa was trying to restrain herself. She rubbed her hand on her mother’s belly, using her fingers to continue to bunch the nightdress up higher. Mallory was leaning back into the embrace of her daughter’s arms, seemingly searching for more contact. Lisa gave it to her, moving her other hand up her mother’s side again and a little forward so she palmed the side of canlı bahis her mother’s breast.
“You’re so soft and nice to cuddle, I wish that we could cuddle more. I like feeling you, having you so close to me. It makes me feel so safe.” She murmured more praise against her mother’s neck, Mallory’s breathing get harder now, she was clearly excited. Lisa pulled the nightdress up higher, it was up to her mother’s thighs at this point, tantalizingly close.
“You are such a good momma, you do so much to make my life better and I love you so, so, so much. You’re the most important person in the whole world to me and I will never love anyone else the way I love you.” Her lips were fully brushing against her mother’s throat as she said these things and Mallory continued to accept the touches.
“You make me feel so good, can you let me make you feel good, momma?” Her mother still didn’t speak but she nodded her head as Lisa continued to pull the nightgown up to her hips and over her ass, exposing her sex. Lisa had been right that her mom hadn’t been wearing any underwear.
Mallory was trembling in her daughter’s arms as Lisa continued to hold her close. It was a version of what Lisa had imagined a husband might do to his wife, hold her from behind as she cooked breakfast. It was an exciting thought to Lisa, her mother was closer to her than she could ever imagine a spouse being, it felt natural to do this. Lisa moved a hand to her mother’s bare abdomen now, right above her pubic hair and rubbed there gently. It felt incredibly intimate, almost more so than touching her cunt would in a way.
“Does this feel good, Momma?” Lisa was still uncertain enough that she wanted the reassurance from her mother, wanted her to say it even though she knew it was asking more than it would be to just touch her in silence.
“Yes, baby, it feels good.” Lisa moaned at this confirmation as wetness pooled between her thighs. That was all the permission she needed. She moved one hand down from her belly to her vagina, sliding her fingers between the lips to find that her mother was dripping wet, as she spread the lips they drooled into the palm of her hand. Her mother whimpered and Lisa used her other hand to fully cup her mother’s breast in her palm.
“You’re so sexy, Momma.” She murmured this against her mother’s neck before finally giving in and laying kisses there, along the side of her neck and along her spine and even her hair Lisa began to pepper gentle, moist kisses, allowing a gentle smack at each one. She had kept that hand she held against her mother’s sex still at first, allowing her to get used to the feeling but now she began to stroke against her clit, it was so swollen despite how little stimulation it had received and it was incredibly slick. Lisa played with it gently between her fingers the same way that she enjoyed so much. Her mother was letting out breathy moans and small gasps that were driving Lisa wild, she could barely stand it. Her kisses against Mallory’s neck began to get sloppier and wetter to match how her mother’s pussy felt.
Lisa was breathing hard and her wetness was dripping down her thighs, she didn’t know if she’d ever been so aroused, her deepest fantasy was coming true. She was worried that she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself enough to avoid scaring her mother with her intensity. She was already squeezing her breasts and nipples a little harder than she should. She pulled back, removing her fingers from between her mother’s pussy lips, eliciting a gasp from Mallory, and then gently guided her into turning around. Looking into her mother’s face after everything they’d done so far took Lisa’s breath away. Her mother’s eyes were glazed over with lust, her lips were parted but swollen from biting at them and her nipples were rock hard through her nightgown.
Lisa gave her a quick gentle kiss, barely a brush of her lips and then moved to pull the nightgown over her mother’s head. Mallory was completely nude underneath and more sexy than Lisa had ever imagined. Once her mother was completely undressed and the nightgown was thrown to the side Lisa moved back in to give her a real kiss, parting her lips with her tongue and gently exploring inside of her mouth. She placed one hand on the side of her mother’s face cupping gently as she continued to kiss her like a lover would and then moved her other hand back down to Mallory’s sex, somehow it was even wetter and was running down her thighs and when Lisa spread those lips she found her clit was so swollen and throbbing hard with every beat of her mother’s heart.
They continued to kiss, deeply and passionately, a passion that was more than returned by her mother as Lisa slid a finger inside of her mother’s cunt. It was so tight around that one finger that she couldn’t resist immediately inserting a second, stroking them in and out, slowly and carefully. Her mother was moaning against her mouth, sometimes whining and whimpering as well. This was all so new to her that Lisa was sure that she was almost scared not knowing what to expect next, but she was bucking her hips against her palm so much that Lisa knew she wanted to find out. She was beginning to think that she might come from kissing her mother alone, they were deep into it and it was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced.
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