Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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Forty-years-old, childless, a failed marriage and back living at home with her sixty-five-year-old stepmother. It wasn't quite how Veronica had thought things would turn out.
Neither though had she ever imagined that she'd now be in an intense sexual relationship with a significantly older woman, and certainly not with the older woman who had raised her from an early age. To say life had taken some unexpected turns was something of a gross understatement.
Both women were painfully aware that they'd strayed far beyond the boundaries of what was socially acceptable. Just because they weren't breaking any laws, just because there was no blood bond between them, the world was not going to look favourably either on their age-gap or more importantly the family ties that bound them. But no matter how hard they tried to push things back to a platonic footing they'd failed miserably. Instead, they'd now consciously chosen to embrace what they had... and each other.
Both craving the excitement, safety and sexual trust they found in each other's arms -- a blissful all-woman refuge in stark contrast to the turmoil and abuse they'd both suffered at the hands of their respective husbands -- one of whom had been Veronica's father.
It had all started when Roni, as her stepmom called her, had found herself essentially homeless. Her own abusive, controlling husband having kicked her out and left her penniless after trading fifteen years of marriage for another seemingly more compliant woman. With nowhere left to go Roni had called her stepmom, Lynne.
Like many stepmother-stepdaughter relationships theirs, had at times, been stormy. It had never settled into a true mother-daughter dynamic, rather it had been a cross-generational friendship which had ebbed and flowed over time.
But when Roni's father had died suddenly the pair had properly reconnected and so Lynne was only too happy to have Roni come to stay -- things had been lonely during the pandemic and Lynne figured the company would do her good.
Soon what had started with familial hugs and reassuring platonic touches had turned to cuddles and lingering strokes. What had started with greeting each other with kisses on each cheek had turned to kisses on the lips. Initially confused and uncertain, slowly they'd found themselves on a journey from which there was now no coming back from.
It was Christmas Eve of 2021 however when their relationship had really taken on a much deeper dimension, when feelings had bubbled to the surface and the dynamic between the two women had started to truly change forever...
Wearing her favourite pjs Roni sat on the floor between her stepmom's legs having her long, dyed-black hair brushed after enjoying a hot shower. Lynne had first brushed Roni's hair like this over 35 years ago... the parental ritual now resumed despite the passing of time.
A fire burned in the woodstove Lynne had bought for herself as a retirement present after 40-years of nursing, and the room was lit by the lights of the Christmas tree, scented candles and the TV which flickered away quietly in the corner showing an old movie.
Sitting on the edge of the sofa Lynne too had opted for comfiness and wore a fleece robe, soft slippers and a long cotton nightdress that she'd gathered up to just above her knees to allow them to part enough for her stepdaughter to sit between her legs. Having brushed out the knots and tangles, Lynne braided Roni's sleek, damp hair into a long, tight single plait that reached down almost to the small of the younger woman's back.
Maybe it was the warming mulled wine they'd both been drinking since late afternoon or Lynne's firm hands gently pulling and tugging at her hair as she tidied it for her, but Roni found herself getting very relaxed and a little tingly. When Lynne finished by stroking the sides of Roni's now exposed neck with her fingertips, she had been unable to stifle a contented moan.
"Darling, are you ok? You don't mind spending Christmas Eve in the house with me, do you? asked Lynne.
"God no," replied Roni. "there's no place I'd rather be right now... warm, cosy, pampered -- and between your legs"
At Roni's last remark the pair had tipsily giggled before Roni gently swivelled round to kneel facing her stepmother. Leaning forward and meeting her stepmother's soft green eyes Roni spoke softly, "Seriously though, thank you Lynne. Thank you for allowing me to stay with you, for being so generous... and for letting me heal. I have no idea how I'll ever be able to repay you."
"Don't you worry darling" Lynne replied, "you can stay here with me for as long as you like." She paused before continuing "You know though, there is one thing you could do for me. I've never liked you calling me Lynne, but you've always using my first name, from the time we first met. I never got the chance to be a proper mother, but I've always wanted to be a mommy. Do you think you could call me 'Mom' from now on?"
Roni took a moment to contemplate the ask. Her birth mother had walked out on her and her father while she was still a toddler and had never been heard of since. The sense of betrayal that left in Roni had tainted the word 'mother' and its other forms, and consequently she'd refused to use it when Lynne had come into their lives. 'Maybe it's time to move on' she thought to herself though, 'maybe Christmas Eve is as good a time as any to let the past go.'
"Sure, ...Mom." Roni hesitatingly replied, the word feeling excitedly strange in her mouth. A smile spread across Lynne's face and her eyes sparkled with delight and Roni couldn't help leaning in to kiss her.
