This story is absolutely true. Names have obviously been changed, but nothing else has.
At 21, I met the ultimate woman...a divorcee with wild auburn hair and a little baby daughter...The baby, Holly, was three. Sixteen years later, we are still unmarried but together, and Holly has grown into the loveliest woman i know - outside of her mother. Holly and I became very close, sometimes excluding her mother from our jokes, sometimes excluding her mother from our rolling eyes...
Eventually, Holly grew up, and she is gorgeous - funny, huge breasts, big, firm ass, gorgeous, deep brown eyes, bright and inquisitive mind, and athletic thighs. She and I often joined forces against her mom, when her mother - Elise - became irate for one reason or another...She had turned into a gorgeous, fascinating woman whose presence made me feel stupid and young, and who inspired all kinds of terrible, wicked thoughts about her. I put them out of my mind in fear of damaging two relationships I cherished.
Eventually, Holly went off to college, though the college was nearby and she came home often...This is a story of one of the times she came home.
I saw Holly's car in the drive, so I pulled in behind her. I put my key in the door and stepped inside. I assumed she'd be right in the living room, doing homework or watching tv, but the house was quiet. I looked at the mail and went upstairs to change.
I reached the top of the stairs and saw Holly's door open. On the bed, laying naked on her back with her knees up, was Holly, with her fingers in her shaved pussy. Her thumb was circling her clit, and I could clearly see two fingers between the neat lips of her sex, while her ring finger disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. She saw me, but did not stop, nor did she seem alarmed. Instead, she stared at me, her eyelids heavy and her chest rising slow with deep breaths. The orange thong I am always tempted to steal while doing the laundry dangled from her right ankle like jewelry. Her brown hair spilled like chocolate milk over her pillow. Her mouth was open just enough that her very soft moans and gasps were permitted to escape it.
"...uhhhuhhhhunnn..." she whimpered softly. Instantly, I was so hard I felt faint. I wanted to tear my jeans away and touch myself but I did not want to disrupt the majesty of the moment. She kept rubbing, finding the rhythm of her pleasure . Her other hand busied itself with her perfectly plump pink nipples that topped her enormous breasts, then she reached beside her and gathered a tiny scrap of black lace fabric and brought it to her face. Her hips began moving in circles, as if on a ball and socket. She breathed even deeper, then her breath stopped, and she began to moan ever so regularly, but still quietly. She came, her body shuddering and her hips moving ever more wildly in a vain and involuntary effort to elude her own fingers.
"uh..uhhhuhh. uhhmmmmm..." she moaned deliciously. Sighing deeply, she laid the lace aside and smiled at me contentedly. She brought her soaked fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean, all the while looking into my eyes. Finally, she breathed deeply. "Hi", she said.
"Hello", I said quietly. "That was truly awesome."
She threw her head back and laughed silently. "Well, it's a poor substitute for the real thing." She patted the bed beside her and said, "Don't be afraid. Just come over here and give me a hug. I'm certainly not gonna get up." She was already absently playing with her nipple.
"I'm not certain I'm able to move," I protested. "I can barely walk - I'm a little dizzy."
"Well, then, sit already," she urged. I moved to her bed and slumped beside her, sitting at her midsection. I adjusted my impossible hard-on as I sat. In the corner of my eye, I saw her hand slip back between her legs. She moved her hand from her breast to my arm warmly, stroking it. "I hope you didn't mind seeing that. I promise I didn't mind that you watched," she assured me. I didn't know what to say.
I smelled her want. The aroma of her sex was heady; stronger than her mother's scent. She sat up and hugged me, placing her head on my shoulder. I felt the wetness from her fingers on my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, trying to stave off the power of the image I'd seen. My hands touched the hot, bare skin of her back - skin I'd washed when she was a child, but each and every cell of it new since then, and different. We held each other for perhaps a minute, when her hand moved from my neck to my pelvis. She found my obvious arousal and squeezed the symptom of it. "Oh...I guess you didn't mind that at all," she said with a laugh. She looked up and kissed me chastely, but her mouth was wet and boiling with want. Even closed, I tasted the sweetness of her mouth. She remained inches from my face, perhaps considering me, or considering this moment. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, placing it over mine. I parted my lips instinctively, and her tongue slid between them and found mine.
She laid back down as we kissed tenderly. Her hand found my belt and unbuckled it, then the button of my jeans, which she also undid. Her hand slid over my cock through my boxers, squeezing occasionally. "I love you, you know," she said. "I always have."
Our lips temporarily apart, I glanced beside her to see a stack of letters I'd written to her mother, many of which I knew contained very detailed descriptions of the things she and I had done, or I wanted to do. There were graphic descriptions of her pussy and her ass, and how I wanted to bury my tongue or my cock in them, and fantasies of her sitting over my face, leaking her juices or her sweet piss into my mouth, and recollections of when I'd tied her up and teased her to the point of desperation. I wondered what had been unleashed if Holly had read these things.
"I love you, too, baby," i whispered in a voice full of emotion. She tugged my shirt over my head. We kissed again, her chest to mine - I felt her body quivering, her want overpowering. I slid off my jeans and boxers.
"I need you so badly," she said, almost inaudibly. I lifted my hand from the bed to touch her, and picked up the little scrap of black lace. A size 5 thong I had bought for her mother. I brought them to my face and instantly recognized the aroma - her mother's unmistakable combination of musk and spring blooming. Our eyes stayed locked as I breathed her mother's natural perfume. I stroked her long soft hair, then placed the thong under her nose. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the dual scents of her mother's portals.
"Oh, Holly...you are an interesting woman..." I whispered.
"Mom is...so beautiful..." she said dreamily. I laid the underwear aside. "I have been with girls before...I guess I have a weird little thing for my own mother...You...don't think I'm awful, do you?"
"In a very good way..." I answered. She craned her neck up, and our mouths were hot on each other. Her wet, insistent tongue slid into my mouth, pressing into mine.
"I should have done this a long time ago..." she murmured. "I've been fantasizing about you forever..." I wanted to tell her that I had been wanting her as well, but I just kept kissing her. My hands wandered over her tanned, toned body. She was utterly different from her mother physically, but her gestures, her speech, and the way her body responded to my touch was familiar. Her pelvis swung and swayed as my hand grazed her delicious stomach. She moaned softly when I took her nipple in my fingers and twisted it gently.
"What do you want me to do to you?" I asked as I stared into her eyes.
She glanced at the letters beside her. "I want you to do everything you did to her...or wanted to, and didn't."
"Tell me - say where I should begin," I said. She bit her lip and smiled. She rolled over onto her stomach, then slid a pillow under her pelvis. She turned her face to me expectantly.
"Taste me everywhere," she said. "I'll show you where to start and where to stop..." Reaching behind her back, she traced a line with her finger from the middle of her back down to the crack of her ass. Tugging her cheek aside, she laid her fingertip at the dark rim of her asshole. I grinned, then slid beside her, and kissed her shoulder, moving my tongue over her delectable flesh. She sighed and slid her hand down between her legs.
I kissed my way slowly over her back, trying not to miss an inch of skin, a rib, or a bone in her spine. She moaned softly, trying not to cum. I glanced down at her glorious ass moving slowly to the sensation of my mouth on her skin and her fingers on her pussy. I flipped between her spread legs, now only inches from her sex and her ass. She had obviously read my letters to her mother, and knew that I loved licking her this way - from behind - giving me full access to both of her delicious holes. Elise loved my tongue in her ass, and now Holly was moaning audibly as my mouth found its way nearer and nearer to her back door.
My tongue slid into the valley of her ass - I could taste her sweat and the juice that had spilled there and I inhaled her fragrance. She was now panting noisily as I pulled one cheek away to reveal her gorgeous little brown star. For one brief moment, I looked at it from inches away, considering the sheer taboo of this act, then she raised her hips and plunged my mouth into the cleave of her ass, and I slid my tongue along the rim of her asshole. She moaned her approval and kept pressing up as I licked her wantonly. The taste of her burst onto my tongue - it was like an overripe fruit. She was slightly earthy and unwashed. I pushed my tongue tip into her as her muscle yielded. She groaned and began moving her hips slightly, trying to keep my tongue inside her and pull it in deeper. "Yesss..." she whispered. "god...yesss..." Her fingers glanced on my chin as she played with her clit. She was getting close - I felt the muscles of her asshole ripple. "That...feels...perfect..." she whimpered. I pushed my tongue in, over and over, licking her and sucking the funky juice of my spit and her ass while her hips rotated, and she came, suddenly and powerfully, pushing up into my mouth, the muscle of her asshole yielding and pulsing. "OH! OH GOD!" she stammered. "OH.MY.GO-O-OD!"
