All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and everything they do together is consensual. If you object to stories containing scenes of lesbian incest, please find a different story under another heading and leave this one immediately.
I was half way to my 8:00 class when I realized I'd left my project at home on my desk. I'd left it right where I was sure I'd see it and remember to tuck it into my school bag to turn it in for my 1:00 class since it was due that day. It's not the first time I forgot to pack an assignment I was nervous about. I've been doing that since high school to the everlasting exasperation of my mother.
I live with Mom since Dad left and they divorced. I could never get her to tell me the reason for their split and Dad won't tell me, either. I finally gave up asking when I'd clearly made enough of a nuisance of myself with no response in sight.
I dropped my bag by the front door and went into the kitchen. Mom wasn't there as I'd expected. She often has a cup of coffee before she goes to work between 9:00 and 10:00, sometimes having a chat with our neighbor, Lizzie Gluck, another divorcee whom Mom befriended after Dad left.
I figured she might be in her room or doing laundry or something and I went upstairs to my room. At the top of the stairs, I heard a low moan and then my name. Unsure of what was going on, I crept slowly to my door, which I'd left closed. I found it cracked open and the moaning sounds coming from there.
"Oh, Cherie, I can't believe you smell so good, darling."
I heard some wet slippery sounds and I peeked in to see my mother, her dress hiked up to her waist, her hand in her panties, quite busily masturbating. The shocking thing was actually the sight of a pair of my panties over her nose and mouth. They were the ones I'd worn yesterday and last night. They'd looked pretty well worn by the time I took them off for my shower that morning.
Mom was clearly enjoying them. She seemed to actually be licking and sniffing them as she masturbated. I could see her tongue tenting the material of my underwear.
I was surprised and shocked. My shock was even deeper as I realized how sexy I found the scene before me. It made me quite moist down below.
I watched my mother work herself toward what looked like a very nice orgasm and I found myself rubbing my pussy through my skirt and panties. My breathing sped up and I was beginning to feel that wonderful heaviness in my pelvis as my vagina stretched out to take something hard and long.
Mom just left my panties over her face as she brought her right hand down to her panties to pull them aside, revealing her shaved pussy. I was surprised to see how nicely groomed she was down there. She hadn't had a date with a man since Dad left. Of course, I like keeping my pussy neat and smooth. It's so much easier to keep clean during my period and my lover at the time seemed to enjoy eating me that way.
As she eased one and then two fingers into her hole, I lifted my little skirt up and began to stroke myself through my panties.
"Cherie, I love you and I want you so much, darling. I want to eat you and taste you every day, dearest."
It was at that point I got my wild idea. I slipped off my shoes and quickly climbed onto my bed, straddling her face reverse cowgirl and placing my pussy onto her nose and lips.
She was certainly startled and flailed for a second, but I held her hands with mine. "Mommy, I love you, too. Please eat my pussy, Mom. I need you to make me come."
"Cherie?"
"Yes, mom. I'm your daughter and I want to have sex with you. I want to be your little mother fucker. Please eat my cunt and make me come."
I was rubbing my cunt on her face mercilessly. I was a girl in need. Mom got over her shock pretty quickly. She understood the situation and moved her hands under my skirt to support my ass and to touch me.
I couldn't resist the temptation of her beautiful shaved pussy. Most of the girls I dated shaved or at least kept theirs well groomed. I love the feeling of my lips and tongue gliding over a beautiful pussy and Mom's looked as nice as any I've had since I first realized I was sexually attracted to other girls.
Of all the beautiful girls and women I knew and lusted after, I never thought of my own mother as a possible bed partner. That had suddenly changed. The knowledge that I was fucking my mother's face suddenly made me wet up even more. I bent over to get into a delicious 69. My face between her lovely thighs. She smelled amazing to me. There was the natural scent of my mother mixed with the total pheromone storm of a sexy woman in heat.
I realized I'd smelled that mixture before on many occasions over the years, but I guess I denied that it was my Mom who smelled so sexy. Times when she'd tuck me into bed after she came home from what I'm now sure were dates with her girlfriends came to mind. It was no wonder I often found myself with a hand in my own panties before I finally went to sleep on those nights.
I could feel her sobbing under me, but she kept kissing me until she shifted the gusset of my panties to the side to taste my pussy and tongue me some more. She knew what she was doing down there. I could tell she'd been with other women before me. She worked my labia up and down, barely separating my cleft. She lapped up my girl juices eagerly and finally circled my clit faster and faster until I began to come on her.
For my part, I did what I'd done with a new lover and simply mirrored her activities licking my horny pussy. It's an amazing technique that never fails to get both of us off in a spectacular way. I think it's the closest I've ever come to mental telepathy with another person. Done right, it begins to feel like you're licking yourself in the best way possible.
She didn't stop until I'd had another orgasm and was so sensitive I had to push her off for a break.
"Dear Cherie, I'm so sorry..."
I kissed her tenderly on her labia, enjoying the way it made her shudder for a moment. "For what, Mom? For making me come so nicely or for waiting so long to do it to me. Have you wanted me for long?"
"Only since you started developing as a woman, maybe eleven years old."
I was nineteen years old at that time. "Mom, you've wanted me for eight years?"
