Previously: Julie is a young lesbian with a small crush on her gorgeous mom. Her mother Sarah has repressed her bisexuality for many years. When Julie is caught spying on her mother pleasuring herself in the bathtub, Sarah in a horny daze invites her daughter to join her. The redheaded duo, naked, alone and submerged in water end up doing a lot more than just bathing. Since then Sarah has become a little distant from Julie, feeling guilty and ashamed about cheating on her husband and with their own daughter. Both of them feeling confused but both of them wanting the other. Can these women figure it out?
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Julie heard the shower turn on. Dad had already gone to work so it had to be Mom. The bathroom door lock was still broken. This time Julie was far less coy about it, walking right into the room. The shower curtain was drawn around the bathtub in which they'd had their first sexual encounter. Steam rose from the top of the curtain, filling the room. Julie still felt a little nervous but she needed to do this, to confront her mother, corner her, ask her why she'd been avoiding her for a month.
She wasn't stupid, she knew it had something to do with the bath they'd shared together. But was it something Julie had done? Was she that bad? That thought kept her up at night. Of course the more rational part of her brain also just reminded her that maybe her mom was just weirded out by the whole thing, she had to come to terms with it on her own time. But Julie was struggling with reason. Having a crush on her mom was bad enough but then going so far as to kiss her and touch her, Julie just couldn't let that be a one time thing. And she couldn't just sit around waiting. She needed it again. She needed more.
She slid off her jeans and underwear, and tossed her top aside. She pulled the band out of her hair and shook it free. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the shower.
Sarah had her eyes closed. She sighed as the hot water ran down her body. Through her hair, over her large chest, down her legs. She too was struggling to get Julie out of her head. She hadn't been touched like that in quite some time and she wanted more too. And of course there was this whole other aspect to it, the fact that Julie was her daughter. The thing that scared Sarah about the whole event was the same thing that made it seem so... erotic.
She spent a lot of time online after the incident, doing research. She looked up information on mother/daughter relationships. She found some stuff that was useful, found some stuff that was useless and also found a lot of porn, which could fit into either category. She found forums and message boards by mothers and daughters expressing their own desires to be with each other or else telling stories of their own incidents. She found one long post by someone's daughter, sexually venting about all the things she wanted to do to her own mother. Sarah had laid in bed with her laptop reading the post, imagine it was Julie writing it and touching herself to the words. Afterwards she felt dirty and disgusting.
What was wrong with her? This was her little girl. A young woman now, to be sure, a young woman with a sexual appetite and who knew her way around another woman's body. Julie had been so eager, so happy. And ever since the incident she'd keep giving Sarah these lustful, wanting looks. But Sarah refused to believe her daughter wasn't somehow traumatized by the incident. Sarah just couldn't let it happen again, she couldn't, she mustn't, no matter how badly she wanted it.
And then there was her husband. Her sweet, loving husband Michael. The evening of the incident, after she'd sent Julie back to her room and her husband had come home she'd felt so guilty she'd insisted that she and him have sex, however he wanted it. Naturally he jumped at the chance. The sex was long and passionate. Sarah had to try and wash away what she'd done with Julie. She'd taken her husband in all of her holes, even in her ass which she hated. It had been a while since the two had really gone at it and Michael had given it his all. Still, though she came and she was more than impressed by her husband's performance, there was still a part of her that was pining for Julie's touch. It was a sense of greed she felt. Michael's touch just wasn't enough for her, not anymore.
All of these thoughts were swimming around in her head when the shower curtain was pulled back. Sarah gasped and covered herself instinctively. But when she saw who it was she felt herself drop her hands, letting herself be seen.
Julie stepped into the bathtub and pulled the curtain around the bath again. The naked mother and daughter stared at each other silently, their eyes washing over each other's bodies. Sarah noticed Julie's gooseflesh and stood aside. "Get under the water, it's nice and hot." She said finally. Julie nodded and moved towards her mom. Their toes touched and their breasts lightly grazed each others as they exchanged places. Sarah watched her daughter get soaked under the shower. Julie couldn't help but smirk at her mom. Her eyes locked with Sarah's, she reached down and touched herself. Her opening dripping as her finger ran up and down it, her gaze never leaving her mother's.
All of Sarah's worries and anxieties left her in this moment. She stood and watched her daughter and listened to the sounds she made as she pleasured herself. She watched the water run down her perky breasts and her long, slender legs. Sarah bit her lip and moved forward, taking her daughter's face in her hand. "One more time, last time." She stated. Though she very much knew that if she did this this, it would never be the last time. Julie grinned and pushed her face forward. The two women kissed passionately as the shower rained down upon them. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding one another, their bodies pressed together once more.
Sarah took over from her daughter, running her middle finger up and down Julie's slit before pushing it in gently and thrusting it in and out. Julie gasped and grinned. "Mommy..." she whimpered. Their lips locked again. The sensation of the other's tongue in their mouth made the women feel alive. Sarah's finger became a lot more vigorous. She placed her thumb on Julie's clit, rubbing it at the same pace as her thrust. This made Julie break the kiss to cry out in pleasure. Her mother felt a wetness between her legs at the sound of the noise, a wetness that she was sure wasn't from the shower.
Sarah grinned. She hand just enough room to kneel down and take her her daughter in her mouth, something she hadn't gotten a chance to do before. She wrapped her fingers around Julie's thighs and ass as she pushed her tongue inside of her, her nose rubbing against her daughter's clit as she did so. Julie moaned loudly, attempting to grip on to something as her mom went to town on her. Julie had been with a couple other girls before. And they'd nervously attempted oral with her but her mother's tongue was clearly more learned and experienced. She'd never felt pleasure like this before.
Julie came hard inside her mother's mouth. Sarah giggled into her daughter as she did. She got up a little clumsily, Julie helping her up, laughing and breathless herself. Mother and daughter kissed once more. "That was amazing." Julie said softly when they'd finally torn their lips away from each other's. "My turn?" Julie asked, large eyes looking up at her Mom, pleadingly.
Sarah smiled warmly, cupping her daughter's face in her hand and pressing her forehead against Julie's. "You're such a wonderful, dutiful daughter." She said, kissing Julie on the nose. "I'd really love that..." she sighed. "But I still got to get ready. You okay doing that while I wash my hair?"
Julie nodded. "Well as long as I get to give you a taste Mom." She said with a smirk. Both women laughed and kissed once more before switching places, Sarah standing under the shower head while Julie got onto her knees. Sarah poured shampoo into her hand and started rub it into her head. Sarah felt a tingle between her thighs as Julie began working her way up her legs, kissing and licking, her eyes constantly flicking up towards her mother's face. Sarah grinned down at her, this beautiful daughter of hers with the gorgeous orange hair just like her own. Just when she was about to consider whether all of this was some form of narcissism, Julie's tongue touched her slit.
