The Mother Tracie Deserves

THE COUCH

By the next mid-afternoon, I was pretty well spent at work. It had been a long, busy day with almost continuous meetings. I had given two lengthy presentations, had some minor drama with a coworker, and I was bummed it wasn't five o'clock yet.

I also hadn't slept well the night before. I wasn't sure why, since things were going so well and I was feeling fine. I think part of me was a little concerned about my stepdaughter. Tracie had never come to sleep with me after working on her forgotten school paper. We had been sharing my bed a lot lately, just for fun. Could it be that I had gotten used to her being there with me? I hoped she hadn't stayed up too late, but I knew that teenagers and end-of-term all-nighters went together like Valentine's Day and chocolate.

My spirits lifted when Tracie texted me at work around three o'clock. She wrote, "Is there anything I can do to help get dinner ready?"

Naturally, it warms a parent's heart when their child shows such good manners. It was curious that she'd ask so early in the day, but maybe she was bored at home after school. I texted back, "If you want to make a salad, maybe? But I need to stop on the way home and get some chicken and peppers. I'll be home around 6."

She simply replied with "Ok" and a heart.

When I got home with the groceries, she was waiting for me. She looked especially nice for some reason. Her makeup was more elaborate than she usually wore to school, she had on a summery cropped tube top over fetching little shorts, and she had her hair pulled back in a nice ponytail. I said lightly, "Wow, don't you look cute." As I set down the grocery bags, I leaned to give her a quick kiss.

She surprised me by wrapping her arms around me and kissing me back. She said, "You look great today too. You always look so good in your work clothes."

"Aw, you sweetie," I chuckled, noticing that she even had some perfume on. "That's saying something because I'm kinda beat. I earned my money today."

"Oh, hard-working Mama," she said kindly. "Well, I made the salad, at least."

"Great, honey. Thanks."

She started unpacking the groceries while I took off my heels from work. She said, "Do you want a foot rub, or should I cut these bell peppers?"

I said, "My goodness, what a sweetheart! But you look so nice and you seem in a hurry. I assume you have plans tonight?"

She looked at me. "Just around here."

"Oh, are you having some friends over?"

"No."

I nodded, wondering if I was missing something. The way she was dressed, showing off her body to impressive effect, I assumed she was going out. I said, "Well, I'm pretty hungry, how about we make dinner together?"

As she prepared to cut the peppers, I saw Tracie quickly nibble her thumbnail. I wondered what she might be nervous about. I said, "Is everything okay?"

As if she was surprised by the question, she responded with a high pitched, "Yeah! Yeah."

I decided to take her word for it. I said, "So, did you get your paper done last night? I noticed you didn't end up coming to sleep with me. I was a little lonely, actually."

With an endearing smile and sympathetic eyes, my girl said, "Aww, were you?"

"I think so, a little."

Tracie thoughtfully turned a bell pepper on the cutting board. She said, "I was lonely too. We should sleep together every night."

I laughed. "Oh, you sweet thing. We'll just have to talk about your sleeping habits."

She gasped in mock surprise. "What sleeping habits?"

"Ahem," I said. "Your starfish tendency."

"Oh no!" she laughed. "Do I still do that?"

"Oh yes," I chuckled. "Arms and legs spread out across the whole mattress." We both laughed. I said, "But it's okay. I think I'm used to your leg on mine, or your wrist across my face."

"Oh no, I'm sorry. From now on I'll curl up into a tight little ball like a hedgehog."

"Don't be silly," I said, wrapping an arm around her. "I know it's not that long before you'll be off to college somewhere, and I'll miss your foot on my belly."

Tracy dropped her pepper and knife and took me in a tight squeeze. "Don't talk about that."

After a nice warm hug, she looked me in the eyes. Neither of us said anything, but we both had emotions about her moving away.

She said, "Maybe I'll go to college somewhere nearby and commute, so I can be home to hog your bed every night."

I said, "Baby, you need to go wherever you want. You deserve the best education and the best life."

"My best life is with you," she said.

"Tracie, stop being so adorable or you're going to make me cry. Now, did you get your paper done last night?"

"Hm? Oh. Yeah, the paper. That's all fine." She started chopping the peppers again. "So how was work?"

"Oh,

pff.

Fine." I didn't want to bore her with trivia from my work day.

"No, come on. Tell me," she said, looking at me. "I want to know."

I wondered why she had such interest, but found it sweet. So, I went ahead and related some of the details of what was going on with my job, some of the personalities I was having to deal with. While we continued to fix dinner and talk about my work, she acted like nothing was more interesting to her. For every little joke I made about clients or coworkers, she laughed brightly and touched my arm.

Despite how happy she was acting, I started to think something was on Tracie's mind that she wasn't talking about. She was all smiles and compliments - going out of her way to make me feel nice - but I detected some kind of nervousness in her.

While we sat and ate, she continued to engage me to talk about myself. I felt like it was my birthday or something. She refused when I tried to change the subject to her; she insisted to hear more from me. I noticed her gazing at me while I talked, so lovingly, her beautiful face beaming at me, her perfect young skin, her bare shoulders...

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

She giggled. "You were in the middle of saying something, then you just trailed off."

I blushed and laughed at myself. "Well, honey, I'm not going to lie. I just got lost in how gorgeous you look right now. Please don't tell me you went to school like this."

"What? No! I changed after I got home."

"Because that tube top," I said. "Just, wow."

Tracie couldn't hide her delight, though she tried to act bashful. "You like it?"

"I mean, your bust looks incredible. You need to be careful looking so..."

She laughed and hooked my leg under the table with her foot. She said, "You trailed off again. So...?"

I laughed. "So amazing. I mean, come on."

Politely, she said, "Thank you." She seemed very pleased.

I realized I had to stop gawking at her. "So anyway," I said, "what were we talking about?"

"You were telling me about some clueless dude at your meeting today."

"Bah, that's enough about me," I said. "My goodness. Tell me, what's up with you? How's the end of the school year going?"

Finally she allowed the topic to shift. She said, "Everything's good. No problems. I'm just glad we're together. It makes me happy when you get home. Dinner's really good. I love spending time with you."

She reached across the table and took my hand.

I savored my daughter's loving gesture. This simple little dinner at home had turned into a special moment.

But I knew my girl. The sweetness and love were genuine, but also, something was up. In the quiet moments between talking, I sensed some tension in her, something she was holding back. As we finished our meal, she seemed to get more anxious. I even thought I saw her hand trembling.

As we washed the dishes, I couldn't wait any longer to know what she was hiding. But just as I was opening my mouth to confront her, she said, "Things got rough for us for a while recently, but we always got along together really good, haven't we? I mean, while I was growing up?"

"Well," I said, "that rough patch, that was all my fault."

"But, you know, as two people, we've always really liked each other. I mean, we didn't have to, but we always just naturally did, wouldn't you say?"

"Honey, I've always adored you," I said. I felt the smile on my face as I remembered her as a little six-year-old, and as I looked at that face now grown into a teenage beauty, I adored her even more.

"You love me, right, Mom? Even after everything?"

My eyes went wide. My hands froze on the pan I was drying off. "Of course I do, baby. What's going on?"

She fixed her pretty eyes on mine. I felt a rising fear about what she was going to say, like she was moving out or something.

She said, "And do you trust me?"

I squinted in confusion. "Yes, Tracie. What's this about? You're starting to scare me."

"No, no, Mom. Don't be scared - that's the last thing I want. Put that stuff down."

I set the pan and towel on the counter.

"Come on." My stepdaughter took my hand and led me away from the sink, out of the kitchen, and to the family room couch. She had me sit down next to her. I worried as we faced each other. Tracie appeared to be preparing to say something momentous.

"Gosh, Mom, you look so serious. No, let's just relax. Here, let me give you a foot and leg rub."

I had been on my feet a lot that day, and as my girl lifted my legs onto her lap, I said, "Well, I guess I wouldn't refuse."

Tracie said, "Can we take your pants off? It's just easier that way. Plus, it's kind of warm today, isn't it?"

Both things were true, and after about twelve hours, I was tired of wearing my polyester blend pants - they were great for the office, but nothing to try to relax in. With a quick unbuckle and unzip, my daughter helped me shed them. I sighed in glad relief now that my legs could breathe, stretched out over my smiling teenager's lap.

I sighed again, with even deeper release, as Tracie stroked my legs and started rubbing my feet. I said, "Why are you treating me so nice tonight, girl? What's going on in your life?"

"Nothing bad," she said. "I promise. Let's just chill for a little while." Her hands squeezed my calves, and immediately I could feel the circulation improving in them. My stepdaughter's hands were so smooth, but strong.

They say that steel is tempered in fire, and for all the dark drama and craziness that Tracie and I had been through in the months past, I felt that by some miracle, we had come out of it stronger than ever. It had been weeks since the last blackmail weirdness. I could chuckle at it now, hardly able to believe it had really happened. The time since had been as happy and wholesome as anyone could ever hope for.

Case in point: here my dear daughter was giving me a foot massage. It felt so good, at long last, to let my guard down.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rejuvenation Tracie's touch brought to my tired legs and feet. I said, "If you're not careful, I'm going to fall asleep."

"That's okay," she giggled. She lifted a throw pillow from the couch, one we had bought when we moved into this house, and she reached to tuck it behind my head. The pillow had hearts on it and the word

Love

. She said, "I know you work hard, and you deserve it."

For whatever reason, my stepdaughter was treating me like a queen of Egypt tonight, and I was all too glad to give in to it completely. I let myself drowse as Tracie stroked the skin and kneaded the muscles of my legs, making me realize how much I had needed it.

I giggled sleepily when she lifted my foot and kissed my toe. She set my foot back down and I dozed again as she slid her tender hands lightly up and down my legs, around my feet.

Her voice was saying something, sounding more serious, waking me up. I asked, "What, honey?"

She said, "The most important thing in the world to me is that you love me."

Her statement took my breath away. "Oh, sweetheart..." I couldn't be sure I wasn't in a beautiful dream.

"And I love you so much, Mom." Her hands slid up my legs and she took hold of my hands.

"Darling girl," I said. "Why are you being so wonderful to me?"

She said, "All I want is to make you happy."

"Tracie, my goodness. You make me so happy, kitten."

"Do I?"

My sleepy vision cleared, focusing on my girl's earnest, vulnerable eyes. "Yes," I said blissfully. "You always have. And you always will. Just by being you."

She lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. Who could even hope for such a loving child? Her face was that of an angel, but even more heavenly was her strong, loving spirit. I had put her through so much, and yet here she was, showering me with a daughter's love. I was in awe of her, perhaps more than I could have been if I had given birth to her. I hadn't had that privilege, but the universe had brought us together all the same as mother and daughter, and in this moment, as in so many moments before, I felt the love of the whole universe proved to me through the eyes of my sweet Tracie.

My darling stepdaughter pressed my hand to her cheek and looked into my eyes. She quietly said, "I love you, Mom."

With my whole heart, I replied, "I love you too, baby."

She shifted her body, turning under my legs as her precious face came to mine.

We both smiled when we were nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye.

Tracie's warm lips covered mine.

I received my daughter's kiss - so much love, so much trust, so much tender acceptance. I enjoyed it so easily, so naturally. This is how relaxed I was: I thought nothing of how long it lingered.

In retrospect, I should have stopped it there. But even Tracie's gorgeous appearance can't prepare you for the searing beauty of her kiss. Somehow she kissed me with a maturity beyond her teenage years.

And frankly, I felt no shock at it - this was not the first time my girl had kissed me like this. In fact, the feeling of Tracie's lips on mine brought back in a swirl the pleasure of those previous incidents - even if those earlier pleasures were guilty.

As it was in that moment on the couch, the only human thing I could do was give in, to let myself flow with that swirl of beautiful intimacy. It felt good to be free of the fear and anxious thoughts, and just do what felt so right.

All the expressions of love my stepdaughter and I had exchanged that evening were so completely true and sincere, and so hard-earned, that the only thing that made sense was to kiss her; to draw my hands up her sleek, strong back; to feel her smooth skin; to give in to the heaven of her perfect body, and even more to the beauty of her young spirit, so overflowing with love.

My daughter's tongue tasted ever so faintly of the dinner we had prepared together. And it tasted of vibrating, electric life.

She shifted more to lay fully on top of me, one of her muscular legs settling between mine. My hands found their way onto my girl's athletic teenage buns, and absent-mindedly I indulged the fantasy I had denied and buried at so many of her volleyball matches, watching her on the court in her tight compression shorts. My stepdaughter's booty was so firm and perfectly shaped, and now flexing in my hands as she started to rock her pelvis on mine.

Before my mind could form any sane thought like, "What is happening here?" Tracie found a position and rhythm to hump me that made me gasp.

She gasped at the same moment. The way she was grinding her thigh into my mound also let her grind her own pussy on me.

My body didn't need any mental direction - automatically, I was humping up against my girl as she rode me like the elite athlete she was.

"Oh my god," Tracie panted. "Oh my god, Mom." Her upper body lifted so she could hump me all the harder, and our eyes locked. I was astounded by her open-mouthed expression, and no less by her amazing ass, which I gripped with white knuckles.

Just like at the dinner table, I was mesmerized by my daughter's angelic face and her strong, bare shoulders. My gaze was drawn irresistibly down to her fantastic breasts, swinging in her tube top as she pumped against me. The bumps of her nipples showed through the fabric.

At that moment, beauty was beauty, lust was lust, and I did not think of anything else - I did not think at all. I just knew my body wanted this so intensely. I was lost in a living fantasy - my hands couldn't get enough of my girl's butt; my eyes couldn't get enough of the rest of her.

Tracie saw me looking at her boobs. Without breaking her humping rhythm, she yanked down her tube top.

For a moment I couldn't breathe. All I could do was fill my mind - my soul! - with the sight my stepdaughter's incredibly perfect teen breasts. I looked up to her face, shaking my head slowly in incredulous gratitude - I couldn't believe what my daughter was offering me.

Dear Tracie's expression mixed nervousness with flashes of hopeful smile. She meekly emitted one nervous word, "Please."

There was no mental consideration. There was only one thing to do. I unclenched my hands from my stepdaughter's firm booty and moved them to her glorious chest.

As my palms touched the impossible silkiness of her young boobs, Tracie hissed a long inhale through her teeth.

I had been here before, times when I was too drunk to remember, times when I tried to laugh it off. There was no laughing now - only the deepest awe for what my daughter was giving me, and a full realization of how much I wanted it.

To say my thinking mind was simply turned off is no overstatement. I was swooning. Every bit of guilty arousal I had ever suppressed toward my girl now came blazing to the fore. My jaw practically unhinged as I filled my mouth with my angel's heavenly tits!

"Oh my god, Mom, yes!" Tracie humped me more energetically than ever, but holding her upper body more still for me to feast on her bosom.

As if I had finally earned a long-sought prize, I sucked greedily on the beautiful breasts I had raised.

Tracie's voice went up two octaves and her words came out staccato, "Oh Mom! Oh god! Don't stop! I'm coming!"

I didn't stop, and with beastly pleasure I enjoyed my stepdaughter's whimpering orgasm as her grinding hips stuttered against me.

After her climax peaked, Tracie was gasping from the exertion. I can't explain why I stayed there, gripping my daughter's tits, one in each hand, licking one nipple, then the other, staring up at her face.

Her torso flinched with an aftershock. Then she looked down at me, breathing hard, her skin with a light shine of perspiration. She watched me sucking on her boob, and her mouth spread into a wide smile. She licked her grinning lips like she'd just won a hard-fought game.

She said, "I knew it, Mom. I knew you wanted to fuck me."

In my head, something snapped.

Even before my lips released my daughter's swollen nipple, my thinking mind was yanking the steering wheel away from my lust - and starting to freak out. My eyes focused on her areola - it was shining with my saliva. It was as if I had just returned to my body from an inexplicable absence. I was in disbelief at the sight before me, at what had just happened, at what my daughter had just said to me.

I whispered desperately to myself. "Oh my god!" I glanced wide-eyed around the family room.

Tracie was panting, wanting to lay down and cuddle with me. "Don't worry, Mom, I shut all the window curtains."

Indeed she had. But slashes of regret were freezing through me, accompanied by intense fright. I looked around us desperately, suddenly paranoid, as if I'd heard a noise, though the only sound I could hear was blood rushing in my ears. Seeing the panes of glass on each side of the front door, I pointed and said, "W-what about the sidelights? Anyone on the front porch could peek in."

My topless teen glanced at the door and shook her head. "Mom, it's okay. No one could see over here from there. There's too much of an angle." She tried to kiss me.

"Yes, they could," I protested, avoiding her kiss, wondering if I should run out of the room, cover us with a blanket, or what.