Bad Sexy Mommy
Jilted mature latent lesbian mom beds her own
Everyone in this story was at least 18, and all acts are consented.
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I'm a bad mother!
I'm a very bad, bad, evil, selfish mom!
I made one of my own lick and suck my pussy, tits, ass, toes and everything else.
I should be bent over and caned!
Darn! That sounded too good. Makes it all the harder to get over these sex-saturated incestual thoughts of mine.
For shame, but ohhh so good!
It all started months ago with my youngest of 2 daughters. I had recently kicked their kiddie porn obsessed father out of our lives just a few months earlier. In the asshole's drunken stints he repeatedly groped both my precious Sandy and Jeanie. I didn't know because he made them shut up about it, or threaten to broadcast their older chick preferences on that hateful lesbian outing site, "
Twatter.lez
"
I had no idea he was low enough to do this, until he knocked up some barely legal 'ho that blackmailed him into divorcing me and marrying her. Skank baby momma she is! He deserves her - at least for the next 18 years. Her only saving grace is she wouldn't let daddy dearest go anywhere near
THEIR
daughter. Anyway, he was terrible in bed, so good riddance. Only married me because my dad made him an offer he couldn't refuse when he got me pregnant - a catered shotgun wedding.
"I'll pull out
," the schmuck promised! I was too naive to realize that the cradle robbing dodo would let loose in under three minutes! And that was his best performance since! B-bye. His new fuck doll's got him pussy whipped bad, or so I've heard.
Now to
MY
nasty proclivities. I had is nagging feeling for years that my attraction to other women was ever assuming my sexuality. Thanks to all the free internet lesbian porn out there, suspicions became certainty. My fascination innocently began by engrossing in all the scandalous sex scenarios in
Babysitting the Baumgartners
(originally published as a book series, and later made into a movie, by Literotica's very own Selena Kitt. Check out her free stuff here, for sure.)
At first, I was intent on being voyeuristic watching the daddy & baby doll sex (a trait I seem to have taken from the ex? Oh no?) Then it was the threesomes. And when I saw the wife with 20-something love scenes, I was hooked. From then on I graduated to the lesbian exclusive themes depicted in
Girls Way
productions, especially the
Mother-daughter Exchange Club
series. I also love seeing the younger women suck on the hairy wet pussy's of beautiful and dominating older women on
Mature.nl
. It was just my initial curiosity of the beautiful mature women with "barely legal". But then I found it irresistible to touch my pussy and caress my own breasts while imagining it was me and my chickies.
When I couldn't shake these visions I realized that I could no longer keep it only within my head. I mentally hatched about a million ways to seduce my youngest who still lived at home. Luck, or more likely the devil, got the ball rolling for me. It came to fruition on a dark and stormy night with a horrendous rainstorm. The lightning and thunder could wake the dead, but turned out to wake my Sandy. She was always disturbed by loud storms. She came tip-toeing into my single bedroom and silently slipped under the covers.
Half asleep, I detected a warm arm drape across my chest and brushing my breast and nipples. My eyes opened wide because I thought I was having a nightmare with my ex laying next to me. When I realized that that arm belonged to my dainty Sandi-poo I couldn't help but lovingly caress it up and down its length. That started me thinking about all those womanly incest videos to which I became so abjectly addicted. My wetness began pooling down my legs. I could stop neither it, nor my salacious thoughts.
As coincidence would have it, only last week Sandy and I had a heart-to-heart about her burgeoning sexuality. I noticed that she was not involved in dating boys like her friends were. When I asked her about it, she meekly opened up to me about not being all that attracted to boys. I ascribed that to the post trauma from her father's slimy indiscretions. But then she came clean to me that she thought about other girls more. I held her hand and earnestly consoled her. I knew first hand how she felt at holding in undeniable secrets.
She seemed to take my understanding to heart. Emboldened by my empathy she further divulged her druthers for older women, and I could swear she looked at me in a sheepishly suggestive manner. Still retaining a modicum of willpower, I tried my best to not feed into it. Despite my attempt to hide it, she saw the expanding wet ring on my pj's. It took everything I had in me to hide it, but obvious it remained. That only made it harder, just like my clitoris was becoming!
So, when she came to me in terror at the raging weather outside, I took that as a sign. I reluctantly removed her arm from around me, as well as my lust-dampened sleepwear. I then stepped toward the open window to close it before more rain filtered in, oblivious to my nakedness. My Sandy noticed and bolted upright in apparent excitement. There was no going back now!
I seductively sauntered back to bed on her side. Even in the pitch black I knew her focus was riveted onto my silhouetted breasts. I took the opportunity to caress them with a single finger. It was then when she pulled back the covers, pulled up her nighty and started to rub her crotch.
"Mommy! You don't know how long I've waited for is moment."
With that she conjured her moxie. My youngest tentatively extended a reach towards my exposed mammaries. She gasped at the smooth and warm feel of them. I made sure to arch my back forward to facilitate her touch. I gasped in return when she made contact. My nipples were painfully rigid, complete with a landscape of goosebumps.
I shuffled forward and usurped her self pleasuring hand with my own. It felt so good to finally get to touch another pussy. I hadn't done that since changing their diapers. (Yuck!) Anyway, she was so wet with her juices of desire that I almost came on the spot. She, on the other hand, had no such hesitancy in reaching her peek right there and then.
It was a beautiful site to had seen my baby writhe with pleasure ad her eyes shut tight, lift her pert little ass off the mattress and orgasm. She had her mouth wide open, but the pleasure stole her voice. Just as well, if her sister were here she would've probably barged in and smelled our weeping sexes. That thought was tempting, but premature.
My little baby collapsed back down and opened her eyes with a blank stare, her bliss slowly subsiding. Not her desires, though. She reached for my arm, held my wrist and seductively pushed my fingers coated with her juices into my mouth. I eagerly complied. My turn to close my eyes and savor the product of her excitement. It was a delectable contrasting mix of sour, sweet and salty. I think I even detected a little taste of pea left over from her last voiding. She swirled my fingers around inside my mouth. Then, I took over and held her hand as I flicked them with my tongue, like I was teasing a clit.
She sharply inhaled and smiled at my display. Before she had a chance to masturbate again, I pushed her chest so that she lay flat on her back. I cradled her left A-cup and brought my lips to the nipple. I sucked on it gently. She cooed as she tilted backwards. That told me that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. I thoroughly enjoyed the flavor of her sweat from the exertion of the next orgasm.
Thank goodness I didn't detect any mother's milk. I would've been jealous that someone had touched my sweetie before I did. That, and the normal motherly horror of discovering their baby developing another one inside them at such the tender age she was. I switched teets, and she pushed her chest further out. Meanwhile, she was crudely pawing at my chest. Her obvious newness to this, and preoccupation with the bliss I was imparting on her, showed how much she needed to learn. All in due time. With practice. And lots of it!
I then had the idea of rubbing my pert nipples with hers. While her tiny nubs were stationary, I moved mine all around them. She was fascinated by the sensation is simple act had wrought. I must admit it had done well by me, too. My painfully pointed protrusions kept in constant contact with her own. I could hear the pleasure rising in her moans. I soon joined her in a duet.
My urge to savor her nubile kitty was becoming too much to delay any further. I methodically kissed my way down towards that honey pot. Lingering at her wispy bush, I took a deep inhale of her essence. It was a sweet aroma of anticipation and youthful impatience. My nose grazed all around her pube patch.
"Oh mommy! Please go down on me, I've waited too long already," she whimpered, and I laughed at her earnestness.
"Almost, baby. The longer the tease, the better it will feel. You trust Mommy, right?," she meekly nodded, her temporarily checked desperation ballooning.
I issued a quick chuckle to demonstrate my superiority of both experience and matriarchy. Then I took pity and buried my face in her hot and soaking pussy. She squealed from surprise and relief. Wasting little time, I eagerly dragged my tongue upon her blossoming labia. I then heard her head smack down on a pillow, and heavy panting. I have her where, to borrow her phrase, I have wanted for so long. And with enthusiasm I relished the new role of Mistress Mommy!
Her moans were getting loud, and I quashed them with my panties in her mouth. That almost backfired due to how much she seemed to like the smell and taste of my pussy stained panties. Bet she likes the subtle flavor of my ass, too. The thought puts me in overdrive to orally attack her with vigor.
After dipping my spear-shaped tongue the few inches deep into her vagina I could manage, I start dancing all around her clitoris. It's standing at attention now, and I'm shocked and thrilled that my svelte daughter has a tall clit, just like her mom, and probably her sister. Yummm, too delicious for a pussy and tit slag like me to just dwell. I read in
Cosmo