Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Chapter 3
Darla Meets Mary Ann
Mary Ann Potter lay in her bed alone. Her daughter would be coming home soon from work. As a matter of fact, she was running late. This was not unusual since she was often working late hours to help make ends meet. Since her husband had left her and taken all the proceeds from the sale of their company, she and Melissa had been working hard just to survive. Dan had sold their company and left the country with over three million dollars in cash. He had left Mary Ann and Melissa penniless. Mary Ann tried to sell their house but found out that there were three mortgages and it was not worth as much as was owed.
But Mary Ann was a survivor. She had gotten a job at a law firm as a legal aid and secretary. She was a treasure to them. Not just because she was well qualified, capable and driven but also because at she was easy on the eyes. At 36, she was at the peak of her sensuality and she was sooooo good looking. She was five foot seven, weighed 125 pounds, had gorgeous strawberry blond hair and a figure that would rival any of the younger girls in the firm. Mary Ann often dressed in, what the boys in the office called, "Business Sensual" attire. One of the few luxuries that she had managed to keep when Dan left was her wardrobe; and it was eye popping. Versaci, de la Renta, Valentino, among many other noteworthy fashion icons, all were common labels for her.
When Mary Ann walked into a room, she didn't just command it, she owned it. Eyes, attention and all else followed her every move hoping for a hint at what was beneath those expensive threads. She would often accommodate onlookers with a flash of panty, a look down her blouse or a simple show of thigh. She was hot!
She loved it too. She not only loved the attention but she relished her sexuality, which had risen to the highest level in her life. She was promiscuous but selective in her partners. And she was good at sex. How she learned to handle herself so well chained to her fat balding husband for all those years was a true mystery. But she could! And the thing that she was best at was self-gratification. She simply couldn't get enough. Her body was magnificent to her. She explored and cherished every square inch of it. She masturbated at least five times each day. Masturbation for her was a total body; total mind experience. On rising, at work, driving, in restaurants, and of course in bed.
She had the full spectrum of sex toys from vibrators to sybians. She knew and used them all. Since her separation from Dan, she had become totally in touch with her sexuality and what a touch it was! She had turned, like her daughter, into a full-blown nymphomaniac. And now that her daughter was 18, the duo was unstoppable in their quest for more and more sex!
Her and Melissa had always been close but now they were closer; nearly intimate. It had taken a while for the shackles of propriety to fall away but now they were uninhibited. Even at this moment, Mary Ann grew moist thinking of her beautiful 18-year-old daughter. She wished that Melissa were with her in bed right now. She wanted to show her daughter her love and feel the warmth of her body pressed against her.
Instead, Mary Ann reached into the bedside table and pulled out a short little finger-shaped vibrator. With a push of the tiny button on its base, it came to life. Two more pushes and it was going at her favorite pattern; a throbbing buzz. She applied it to her panty clad pussy.
As Melissa drove home, she thought about the incredible things she had seen done and even participated in tonight. She had sampled the joys of three people at the same time and she had become very close very quickly to them. But, she had lied. Though she had said otherwise, she had not yet had sex with her mother, Mary Ann. But! She dreamed of it constantly. At a traffic light, she took out the card that Trey had given her; SCUBA LESSONS. There was his number. There was her link to what happened tonight. Perhaps, there was her pathway to sex with her mother. Her mind began to wonder at the possibilities. She knew how big a role sex played in her mother's life. It was a driving force. As she pulled into the driveway, she had resolved to formulate a plan to get this all going the direction she wanted and that direction led straight to her mother's sex..
"You're late sweetie," came her mother's voice from the bedroom.
"I know. It was an incredible night. I worked late and I met these new friends. Oh mom! You will love them. They are the coolest people," said Melissa enthusiastically as she stood in the doorway. She eyed her mother's form covered by the blanket. "Geeze mom, you always look so good! Even when you are going to bed," she added.
"Well, thank you honey! You are so sweet. Come give me a good night kiss. I know you must be tired. I want to hear all about your new friends in the morning," replied Mary Ann patting the bed beside her. She had switched off the vibrator but it was still in her hand and between her labia. She desperately wanted to finish what she'd just started. She looked at her beautiful young daughter. She noticed that, under her Mexican-style blouse, she was not wearing a bra. "Give me a hug, sweetie and off you go to bed," said Mary Ann.
As Melissa leaned over to hug her mom, her blouse buckled and her tits became visible to Mary Ann. She almost came at the sight of her daughter's nipples and areolas. She kissed Melissa on the cheek returning her gaze to her breasts as she pulled away to go. As Melissa arose, she looked her mom in the eye. There was a twinkle there. Mary Ann noticed the same little twinkle in her daughter's eyes as well. She felt as if her girl knew what she was thinking. There was some sort of sexual connection there. Or was there?
"Oh mom! I love you so much," said Melissa as she leaned over and hugged her mother. She pressed her breasts hard into her mother as she held her. She wanted to make sure that Mary Ann knew that she was bra-less. She wanted her to feel the stiffness of her nipples, and she did. Mary Ann was enjoying the hug. She returned the gesture and held her daughter tightly. Melissa smelled her mother's hair. She felt herself growing moist.