A very dear friend gave me the title to this piece of work after I read it over the phone to her. Thanks MM, for always being there for me and accepting me for who I am, no matter how depraved.
All the characters in this piece are a work of fiction and all, are over the age of 18
This is a work of fiction. It is a lesbian-incest story between a mother and her daughter, so if it is not your express idea of a good time, don't read it.
I hope you enjoy this story. It is my first submission, and unedited. Comments are welcome and PLEASE ... vote! Thx ...Wn2tM
Rachel awoke to the soft buzzing of her alarm clock.
Realizing it was 4:30 am., she lay there for a moment with her eyes closed, just relaxing. Her daughter was nuzzled against her, she could feel her naked body against hers from head to toe. She could feel Kendall's left thigh firmly pressed into her womanhood. She could smell the Jasmine shampoo of her hair, as her head was cradled into the corner of her shoulder and chest. Her steady breathing let her know she hadn't woke up. She kissed her daughter lovingly on the forehead and slowly began to dis-entangle herself without waking her. As Rachel slid from the smooth red silk bed sheets, Kendall lay flat on the front of her body and let out a small whine, and pulled the covers back into her.
Rachel went and visited the toilet, brushed her teeth and took a shower, then dried herself. She went into the kitchen and started the coffee, then into the bedroom and slid back into bed with her daughter.
Kendall was now lying on her back and had thrown off the blankets to her waist. Her face was framed angelically with her brunette hair spread out on the pillow, head turned slightly to her left. Her right arm lay flat across her chest at the base of her breasts. Her left was in a tri-angle shape with her hand under her head.
Rachel looked at her daughter, amazed at how much of a beautiful young lady she had blossomed into. High cheekbones, soft features, full lips. Button nose, long eyelashes, strong jaw line. Remembering last night, being tied up and tortured, a little minx mixed with devil, too.
Her breasts jutted upwards, towards the ceiling. Not large, but definitely not small either. Her nipples were soft, surrounded by dollar sized areola the color of pink roses. She had a flat stomach and a cute belly button. She was petite at 4 ft 11 though, still wearing junior misses.
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Rachel was slightly jealous of her own flesh and blood, but proud of her too. She was proud because of the young woman she was becoming, and jealous because she had the body Rachel had wanted at that age. She knew her daughter was very attractive, desired by both sexes. She also knew Kendall had no desire to be with guys and that she, Rachel, was the only one Kendall had ever had sex with.
She felt a little guilty having sex with her own child, but she also remembered that her daughter had initiated it: Not like that made it right. Besides, is it really incest if it's mother/daughter, aunt/niece, cousins or sister/sister? Not like anybody has to worry about getting knocked up ...
Now that same daughter wanted to give her mother her virginity.
Woaw!! This really bothered Rachel.
"You made me mom, and gave me my virginity. It seems only fair that because it was made from you, that you should be the one to take it." The girl had said logically.
Not that it was logical to Rach.
"I'd like you to get a guy, get married and give me dozens of grand babies! Doesn't look like that's gonna happen either does it?
"Why not Sara? I see the way she follows you around like a lost puppy. Or Courtney, Annie, Skye, Porsche or any other of that bunch of myriad girls you parade around with?"
"Mom ..." she sighed.
"Oh wait, I've got a great idea. It's a real stunner! Why ... don't ... you ... let a guy fuck you and give you a baby at the SAME TIME?! Do things the way they were meant to be?"
Feeling hopeless, Kendall got up and went to her room, slamming the door.
Rachel went over to the bar, poured a double scotch and soda then downed it. Followed by another. Then another. On the fourth one she dropped ice into it, then walked across the huge living room to stand at the sliding glass doors. She opened it and stepped out onto the deck, admiring the great view she had of the city she loved.
The sun had just gone down and it was still warm. She leaned her arms against the railing with her drink wrapped in both hands.
Serves me right I guess. Never having any male role models around while she was growing up, she thought.
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Rachel was perplexed. She still remembered the guy she gave her virginity to.
They had dated all through high school and he was the love of her life. She used to doodle in class, changing her last name to his, with and with-out her hyphenated name. They did everything together. He carried her books to class, picked her up and dropped her off from school, he even went shopping with her. They played sports and that was practically the only waking time during the day that they were apart. They sacrificed their friends for each other, and almost never fought.
They had a passionate relationship and he respected her boundaries, very uncommon for the times. She loved him, and felt he loved her. So, on their 3rd dating anniversary, she gave him her anniversary present, one that he would never be able to give back. She could still feel the pain of his dick sliding into her for the first time, and taking her maidenhood. He was gentle enough, and she felt they had made love. She remembered that they had unprotected sex 3 times that night, once for every year they were together. They slept in his car till dawn, entwined and naked, and then he took her home. She snuck into the house and her bedroom without her mom ever raising a fuss, and to this day she doesn't even know if her mom knows what time she came in.
But she does know that after that night, she never heard from him again. He refused to take her calls, wouldn't talk to her at school, refused to talk to her friends, changed his circle of friends and completely ignored her, like he didn't know who she was. She was devastated.
The only fortunate issue that came to pass was that she wasn't pregnant. She didn't know if she would have been able to handle that as well, anyways. To her that would have been the ultimate betrayal, the eyes of an innocent child to forever remember him. Born of love, and left to smolder into ashes.
Eventually the pain began to die, and turned to anger. When that faded it turned to humiliation when she found out the only reason he had been with her, was for her virginity.
He had decided years before that he was going to be the one who took her cherry, no matter how long it took. She found out that he had been bragging about being THE guy who did it. When she finally confronted him, he laughed at her, as well as his friends. So, that humiliation in turn became resolve. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. And she definitely became stronger.
Her resolve drove her feelings for him to hatred, resentment and disgust. She has no idea who Kendall's father is, but the sperm bank keeps records like that. Her hatred for him turned to all men, and she never let another man touch her, ever again.
As she stood looking over the city, all this came back into her mind.
There were several issues that perplexed her about this idea of Kendall's.
1. If I take my daughters virginity, will she hate me 5 years down the road? Like I still do with Jerry? So many girls hate the person they give their virginity to.
2. It's bad enough that I have sex with my daughter, but she SHOULD give her cherry to somebody else. Somebody she's in LOVE with.
She felt dirty even considering it. She downed her drink again, then went back for another.
