All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.
For background, I suggest you read chapters 1 & 2.
Thursday I rushed home as soon as my two o'clock class was out. There had been a three hour break between the two classes I stayed for. I used it for study in the library, and for a quick lunch.
I got home at thee-thirty. Mom was upstairs in the bedroom waiting for me. She was wearing a robe, already undressed, so she was Eloise.
We kissed hungrily. I undressed quickly and we showered together. We kissed more, a lot more, as the water poured down on our naked bodies.
We dried each other. I kissed her pussy, she kissed my cock; we laughed happily. Eloise dried and combed her hair. I waited for her. We put on our garter belts and nylons. I could feel waves of excitement surging through my body. Eloise seemed animated too.
Panties next, followed by our bras. They were red today, a hot color. Eloise took a little extra care with mine, pushing the fleshy parts of my chest up and closer together. With a little padding I had a nice 'B' set of tits. Eloise put a tiny drop of an alluring perfume just below my navel. She put another dab behind each of her ears.
Makeup was next. Eloise did my nails first. She applied the same polish she had used on her own. She told me not to move my hands until the polish had dried. I sat with them on the arms of my chair. I couldn't help admiring them. They looked so very feminine.
"I'll have to do my toenails, too,"
I thought.
Eloise applied her own makeup next. She used it expertly. When she was finished with her own she did mine. She took extra care. I watched the transformation take place in the vanity mirror.
The wig was last. Eloise stood behind me as she put it on my head. She had applied a few extra tapes so it would stay secure through the weekend. She stood back to check her creation. In the mirror I saw a pretty girl sitting at her dressing table in her bra.
I think Eloise saw the same. She hugged me from behind and kissed my neck.
Our blouses and skirts were next. Then Eloise knelt and put my shoes on. They were the strappy ones we had tried on a couple of days before. "You should get used to these pretty quickly," Eloise told me. "You've had enough practice with the others."
Eloise put her shoes on and we stood together in front of the full length mirror. We looked lovely. Two beautiful and sexy women. We looked good, we smelled good. I felt delighted and a little thrill ran through me.
"Let's have dinner," Eloise said. "And talk a little."
The dining room table was already set with Mom's good crystal and china. There were candles and a bottle of wine on the table. The drapes were pulled to block the outside daylight.
Eloise lit the candles and dimmed the room lights. She poured wine then served our salad, followed by a delicious shrimp Alfredo over pasta. The portions she served were small. Neither of us wanted to overeat.
We sat across from each other, our eyes meeting often across the candlelit table. It was a romantic scene. I could see it in my mind's eye. An attractive mature lady entertaining an appealing younger woman just entering adulthood. Both knowing that seduction and intimacy would follow.
My cock was stiffening in my panties, even though I wanted my inner woman to be in control. I willed my dick to be a pussy, a pussy with an empty feel that needed filling. It worked, at least for a while.
After dinner we both helped to clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. The intimacy continued with much touching and light brushes between our bodies.
Eloise served us a small dessert of ice cream and a delightful mint sauce. She poured us each a tot of a pleasing liqueur.
Dinner over we sat on the couch together. Our conversation covered a variety of topics. While talking we seemed to be drawing closer to each other until our thighs were touching.
Eloise's hand on my thigh electrified me. I had to send messages to my dick commanding it to feel like an empty pussy, one anticipating an amorous interlude with the lovely woman whose arm was now around me, drawing me close for a soft kiss.
I responded and clutched her to me. My restraint, that had kept me unruffled through dinner, evaporated. My mouth open, my tongue probing I returned her advances with lust.
More kisses and groping of tits and thighs, then Eloise took my hand and we stood together. She led me upstairs. My body weak with desire and anticipation.
"I wonder if she knows I'm a virgin?"
I thought.
In the bedroom she opened the buttons on my blouse, slowly, seductively. She opened it, but did not slide it off my shoulders, not yet.
She fell to her knees in front of me and pushed my skirt up. I grasped the hem in one hand to hold it, with my other I caressed her soft hair.
She rubbed her face on my nylon clad thighs, a sensuous action that signaled her desire. Her fingers pulled at the elastic of my panties. Pulling them down, over my hips. Over my rock hard cock to allow it to spring free.
Spring free to release my maleness from the nether reaches of my consciousness. I had hidden him there. He came roaring out of his exile. He expelled my feminine self, my inner woman. And took over my body for himself, again.
Eloise sensed it and smiled. She rubbed her face on my cock as she had my thighs. "It's so beautiful," I heard her say. "I want it so badly. To taste you, to suck you."
"You can't," I said. "We must fuck first. That is as it must be."
"But I want to suck you," she moaned.
She annoyed me, didn't she understand. First I must have her, we must couple. Our mating would be a great pleasure in itself. Afterward we could indulge ourselves in other pleasures. She had told me so.
She looked up at me, "You're so big, you'll hurt me."
I had enough. I grasped her arm, pulled her to her feet and threw her on the bed, all in one fluid motion. I was strong, no longer the weak woman who had played seduction games with Eloise.
I straddled her, ignoring her cries that I was too big, that I would hurt her. I tore her blouse open. I yanked her bra down freeing her breasts; ignoring her gasp of pain as I roughly pulled it off her tits.
I threw her skirt up and grabbed her panties; I yanked them down, over her hips and off her legs. Her pussy was exposed hot and ready. I pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. She looked at me, her eyes big. She did not fight me. But she pleaded with me. Telling me she would make me happy by sucking me. She would, but later. As I would make her happy by eating her, but later.
I was too big she repeated, I would hurt her. I didn't care. I must do as she herself had told me she had foreseen.
Our skirts bunched around our waists, I pushed my hard cock to her slit. I let it slide up and down its length a few times. I rubbed it on her clit. I felt the slick juices lubricating her cunt, coating my cock to ease my way. I pushed myself into her. As the tip of my cock found the tunnel to her womb she murmured, "Fill me. Make me yours."
My cock stretched the walls of her pussy. I pushed into her an inch at a time. Her expression was a grimace of pain. I remembered her dream, her wishes and pushed further into her.
She held me the whole time. Her arms around my neck. As tears of pain flowed from her eyes she hugged me.
"Oh, Gene," I heard. "Fuck your mother."
Her words gave me the impetus to push yet further into her, until I had given her all of my cock. I was still for a moment, or two. Then began to fuck her. I pumped my cock, slowly, at first. Then when she seemed to loosen a bit with a little longer strokes.
"Fuck me, Mom," I spoke softly into her ear.
She overcame the pain to meet my rhythm. Thrust for thrust our flesh met in that ancient tempo, as old as mankind. She came for me. A gasp, a quivering in her body. A thrust of her hips into me.
"Fuck me," she cried again. Stronger this time. "Fuck your mother Gene."
"Talk to me, Mom." I cried.
"Gene, it's so good."
She lifted her tit to my mouth, she covered my face with wet mindless kisses. Our lips mashed and out tongues danced in more wet sloppy kisses. She came again for me, once again defeating the pain. Her legs looped over mine clasping me as her body reacted to the excitement of incestuous love.
The thrill of fucking my mother brought me to my own climax. With a wild cry my cock exploded. My cum poured into my mother's cunt. And again, and again, until I was drained. I lay above her, trying to keep my weight off her kissing her. She returned my kisses and held me tight, as if my weight didn't bother her.
I softened and rolled off her, my arms held her and hers didn't relax their hold on me. "I'm so happy," She murmured. "It was just like my dreams."
We fell asleep. Still in our skirts, nylons and heels. Open blouses too, although I had ripped Eloise's open.
When I woke, about an hour later, she was still asleep next to me. Mom needed rest, I thought. I hoped the pain in her pussy would recede soon. I caressed her and kissed her lips softly. She responded to the kiss although she seemed to be still asleep.
I dozed off again, to wake several times during the night. Mom was asleep every time until I woke when it was just starting to get light outside. Her eyes were open then, she was looking at me. When she saw my eyes open she smiled. "I love you, Gene," she told me.
"I love you, Mom."