Cassie was 19 and built like a porn star goddess, standing at 5'6 with long shapely legs, a beautiful golden tan and long blonde hair. The blue of her eyes were matched only by the seductive waves that crashed on the rocks of the California coastline. Her breasts were flawless and her pussy perfectly shaven. Cassie had always been a beautiful child, both inside and out. She was always very popular and many males, young and old, had fantasized about her while jacking off in the late night hours.
The summer she turned 18, her mother and father announced they were getting a divorce, which came as no surprise to Cassie. She had been the referee in their arguments more then once. After the divorce, her father moved to the East Coast, and to a new life. Her mother, on the other hand, stayed in California and proceeded to date some of the most disgusting men Cassie had ever met in her life.
One night upon returning home from one of her numerous dates, Cassie's mom, Gloria sunk down in the couch and began to cry. She heard Gloria's sobbing from all the way upstairs, and this troubled her.
"Mom, what's wrong?" asked Cassie, standing on the bottom step.
"Nothing honey, go back to bed, I'm sorry I woke you up," Gloria whispered from the darkened living room.
Well now that Cassie was awake, she would not be able to go right back to sleep.
"No, it's ok, Mom, do you want to talk about it?"
"No, really I don't, Cassie," said Gloria.
"Well it must be something big to make you cry, Mom, you never cry," answered Cassie.
"I miss your father," said Gloria, after a long pause, "He's in New York living the good life with that bitch he cheated on me with and I'm still here trying to re-enter the dating scene at 41 years old, it's a joke."
"Mom, you're not a joke, these guys are just jerks," said Cassie, rubbing her mom's shoulders.
"What am I thinking, Cassie?" she asked, sinking further down into the sofa.
"Mom, you're a beautiful woman, any man would jump at the chance to make you his," said Cassie, rubbing a little harder.
"Oh honey, you're sweet, but I have to face it, I'm not 20 years old anymore and I'm sure as hell not built like you," she said, wiping her nose with a hanky.
"I think you're beautiful, Mom," whispered Cassie, looking down into her mother's tear filled eyes.
Gloria reached out and grabbed her daughter, hugging her tightly and gently running her fingers thru her hair. Cassie responded by sliding off her knees and onto her young ass, snuggling into her mother. She found comfort in the way her mother stroked her hair. She closed her eyes and listened to her mother's heart beating softly beneath her ample breasts.
Hours later, Cassie awoke, still snuggled against her mother. She turned slightly to see the time ..... 4:19 a.m. Her mother was sleeping peacefully, having cried herself to sleep, cuddling her babygirl. It was still dark outside, so Cassie tried to move steadily and quietly, as not to disturb Gloria.
"Where are you going, honey?" whispered Gloria.
"Mom, it's late, I'm going to bed, do you want to just sleep here?" asked Cassie.
Gloria extended her hand out and pulled Cassie back down to the sofa.
"Don't go, Cassie, stay here with Mommy a little longer," she whispered.
Even though Cassie was sleepy and wanted to return to the comfort of her bed, she stayed with her mom. She took her place back on her mom's chest, snuggling into her tits and again listening to the perfect beating of a sad heart.
As Cassie rested her head on her mother's soft pillows, she began to notice how large and perfectly round they were. Would hers ever get this big? She could not resist reaching up and gently cupping one, to get a feel for the entire breast.
She jumped a bit when she heard her mother moan and shift on the sofa.
The more Cassie rubbed her mother's tits, the more she liked it. They were perfectly round and full and her small nipples were beginning to rise on the tips. Still Gloria slumbered as Cassie reached down and slid her hand beneath her mother's loose fitting silk shirt. Her eyes widened when she realized there was no bra beneath the silk, just the fleshy pillows she had been resting her head upon.
It excited Cassie to feel her mother's tits, so natural, so heavy and so perfect.
"Baby, what are you doing?" asked her mother sleepily.
"I'm touching your tits, Mom, please say it's ok," whispered Cassie.
There was a long pause, then her mother shifted again, only this time to sit up on the sofa. Cassie could feel her mother reaching.
"No, Mom, don't turn the light on, I like the mystery of the darkness," said Cassie.
Her mother agreed to keep the light off and also to let her daughter continue massaging her tits.
