Author's Note: My many thanks to Robert O'Connor for his work in editing this story.
Hi, my name is Alicia; I am 18 years old and live at home with my Mom, Cora. She is very young looking for being a bit over 36 years old. We look so much alike that people often think we are sisters. We are both 5'5 and about 120 pounds with light brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. We are considered to be shapely with our 36C-24-36 hourglass figures.
Mom works in an office and I am about to graduate from high school. However, her work requires her to be on her feet most of the day. And many days she has to work extra time for very little extra pay.
Mom and Dad met during the summer after Mom's high school graduation while he was home on leave from boot camp. She has a picture of him in his uniform and, man; he really looked young and handsome. I can see why she fell for him and apparently she soon wanted to make love with him. I often imagine that I would have fallen in love with him too. And he would have gotten me pregnant very quickly, just like with Mom. There is no way that I could have been in his arms without wanting to have him inside me shooting his hot cum deep inside my aching pussy leaving me his baby.
After his leave was up my Dad returned to his base for deployment on his first tour of duty. Instead of being sent overseas he was sent to a base on the other side of the country for advanced training. About three months later Mom found out that she was pregnant with me. She wrote my father with the news and he promised that as soon as he got another leave he would return and they would be married.
Fate intervened however and my father died in a training accident. Mom was devastated and she didn't know what to do. Since they were not married she didn't get any of his government life insurance.
Mom was raised in a very strict religious home that did not tolerate premarital sex or those who participated in it. When she told her parents that she was pregnant they kicked her out and told her that she would not be welcome back. Mom was an only child and had no other relatives to turn to for help. She ended up going to a home for unwed mothers and received help there until I was born and then later they helped her with finding a job and a place to live.
She raised me as a single parent and we have always been extremely close. With just a high school education she did not make a lot of money and we had a real problem making ends meet. We did not have a lot of the extras of life, actually we had very few. We lived in a one bedroom apartment and I slept with Mom because she could not afford anything more. Almost every night I would go to sleep wrapped in my Mom's loving arms. I loved and adored my sweet loving mother and wanted to do anything that I could to help her.
I don't think that Mom ever dated. She was always home with me every night and every weekend taking care of me, cleaning our apartment, doing the marketing, the laundry, and cooking our meals. She did not have the time to go out on dates even with as much help as I could give her as a small child. She never had any men come to our apartment that I can remember. I think that she had not had sex in a very long time, maybe even back to the time when she was having sex with my father. I think that she led a celibate life not out of want but, out of necessity. How she could have gone that long without having sex still mystifies me. I know couldn't have been celibate that long.
As I got older, I did more and more of the housekeeping each day since she would come home from work very tired. Then, when I was in middle school, my grandpa died. Later, my grandma called Mom and wanted to help us. I really didn't know what was said between them but we began to have more and better meals and even occasionally we were able to go out to eat fast food. We both thought that was a real luxury.
We began to buy somewhat nicer clothes for the each of us and life got somewhat better. I think that my grandma may have offered to pay our rent and utilities each month but, Mom may have declined that offer. When I became a teenager I began to do some of the marketing and the laundry. I began to start the preparation of our evening meals for her so she did not have so much to do after work. That way we could have our evening meal earlier and have more time for one another and time for my homework for school. She always told me how much she appreciated my help. That made me very happy and proud. I always thought that Mom was a saint for all of the hard work she did for us.
My grandparents were not rich but, they were considered to be well off. My grandpa left my grandma with enough money that she did not have to worry about monetary matters for the rest of her life. She still lived in the large house that they had lived in for many years even back when my Mom was a young girl. I think my grandma began to have recriminations about her comfortable living conditions knowing that we were living not far above poverty.
But, we still lived in our one bedroom apartment and Mom and I still slept in the same bed each night. We always undressed and put our pajamas on in our bedroom and we saw each other naked almost every night. I couldn't take my eyes off Mom's beautiful body when she was naked. I thought to myself how beautiful and how shapely my Mom was. I especially could not take my eyes off her beautiful breasts. And I remember how much I wanted to hold her next to me without our clothes on. I wanted to feel her body next to mine and kiss her full beautiful perky breasts. I wanted to tell her how much I truly loved her with our bodies pressed tightly together.
When we got into bed I remember feeling Mom's soft warm body and her magnificent breasts against me through her thin nightgown and my equally thin pajamas. About the time I was nearly through middle school I began to notice and feel the warmth of her body against me, with her arms wrapped around me, and her soft kisses and her soft breasts touching mine. It began to make me leave a little wet spot in my pajama bottoms. Some nights I really wanted to roll Mom over onto her back and lay on top of her or have her lay on top of me. I wanted to have our bare breasts pressed together and to kiss her passionately to show her how much I really loved her and how much I loved to feel our bodies touching.
One night a few months before I graduated from high school and shortly after my eighteenth birthday we were lying in bed with my body pressed tightly to hers. I reached up and softly caressed the side of Mom's face as I kissed her cheek. She just sweetly cooed to me, "I can't tell you how sweet I think you are and I love you so much, Alicia." Then, I slipped my hand down to her breasts and began to hold and softly fondle each of them. Mom whispered, "Honey, I was afraid that was what you were going to want to do with me and we really should not be doing this." But, she did not say any more or even attempt to stop me from going any further with my gentle fondling. We both began to breathe heavily and raggedly. I think Mom wanted to have our naked bodies pressed together just as much as I did.
I continued to fondle her and whispered in her ear, "I love you so much, Mom." as I rose above her and laid my breasts on hers. I very lovingly kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and then fully kissed her lips.
It was not the usual mother daughter quick kiss on the lips but it was a full on lover's kiss. She put her arms around me and held me. Mom responded to my kiss just as passionately as I had kissed her. She held our kiss for several seconds longer than I thought she would. She held me tightly next to her soft warm breasts and she told me, "Baby, I can't tell you how much I love you. I have wanted this for a very long time. I didn't want this to happen until I thought that you were ready for it. But, I guess you have become ready for it sooner than I thought you would."
