Corinne, her daughter Lisa and Lisa's son Mark lived in a two-bedroom cabin in Kentucky that had once served as a hunting cabin but had been converted to a home for them when electricity and utilities finally made it to that part of the county. Corinne's dad had the cabin converted nicely to a modest, small, home for his daughter, her child and the young Mark. As Mark grew older, he was given the room that he and his mother had used for his own. Lisa had reluctantly joined her mother in her room; not reluctant because she didn't like her, but because she relished her nights with her son. But Corinne was right. The boy needed his space as he would soon be hitting puberty.
It was a hard and lonely decision for Lisa. Lisa was working full time as a cashier at the local super market while attending the local community college. With all her hard work, school and lack of social interaction with anyone, her one pleasure in life was to fall asleep each night holding her precious son. Corinne did her best to help her through the tough transition and it turned out to be the best thing for her and her daughter's relationship. Each night, for the first two weeks, she would hold her sobbing daughter close and sing gently to her while she stroked her hair. Soon, the tears lessened and the sobbing was gone. Lisa had become accustomed to her mother holding her at night and looked forward to their closeness each night with almost the same anticipation she had felt for her time with Mark. She discovered then just how much her mother loved her.
Lisa became more appreciative of the sacrifices that Corinne made for the two of them. She had helped raise Mark and took care of him all the times that Lisa had to work, go to school or study. Plus, she had sacrificed any semblance of career or relationship to take care of their family. Money was tight but Corinne always managed to get what they needed.
One night as Corinne was getting ready for bed, Lisa looked appraisingly at her mom. She could have had any man she wanted. She was beautiful and appeared so much younger than her years. She had given it all up for her and Mark. She watched as her mom sat at the vanity brushing her hair. Corinne was forty-three at the time but could easily pass for late twenties. Lisa watched as her mom ran the brush through her hair. She noticed through the thin material of her night gown how her breasts would sway with each stroke of the brush. She could clearly make out the outline of her bosom. The light was just right so that the sheer material was made nearly translucent.
As Lisa stared at her mother's tits, she noticed that Corinne's nipples suddenly hardened. She shifted her gaze to her mother's face reflected in the mirror to see her smiling at her daughter and looking her square in the face. Lisa was so embarrassed. She stammered, "I thought ... you ... uh ... were cold or something, mom. I mean I was watching you brush your hair and ..."
"It's okay, darlin'," said Corinne. "No need to be embarrassed. I am happy you appreciate my form. It is very flattering to think that a twenty-eight-year old girl would find some one as ancient as me to be worth looking at with appreciation," she added.
"Well, yes, mom. I do appreciate how you look. I mean, you are so fit and everything and your skin is so smooth and unblemished. And your breasts ...," she cut herself off.
Corinne turned to her daughter and smiling said, "What about them? My breasts ... what?"
"Well, they are just so firm looking and shapely," stammered Lisa.
Corinne turned back to the mirror and resumed her task. "Well, honey, chickens, cows, horses, goats and all the other critters here-abouts don't feed nor take care of themselves. Somebody has to tote feed, water and stuff. Keeps me in shape. And, I kinda like it," replied Corinne.
Lisa smiled at her mom's reflection. The smile faded. "Mom? Do you miss sex?" she asked.
Corinne stopped what she was doing. She lay her brush down and turned to face her daughter. "More than you know sweetie. I mean ... I get a little pleasure from a cucumber now and then but, I do miss the human touch," she lamented.
Lisa laughed at the cucumber. Corinne didn't. She looked at her daughter and said, "What, you think I'm joking? What do you do to satisfy your urges? Since I know you don't have time for socializin' and you have very little privacy. I am curious as to how you meet your sexual needs."
"Lisa's laughter disappeared and her smile faded. "I don't" she said in a very subdued voice.
"Well, that just won't do. Baby, you gotta take care of yourself. All that pent up energy will go bad and it can really cause you to be ... well ... bad," she said.
"But you made a good point. I don't have time to socialize and I have no time to myself," she answered.
"Well, honey I could give you some time whenever you want and, you know, be in the living room or something. If you want," said Corinne. The woman returned to brushing her hair.
"Mom? Would you want to do it together? Like, I mean next to me? Would that be freaky or something? I think I'd like that," said Lisa.
Corinne stood and lay her brush gently on the vanity. "I think that would be fine sweetheart. Mom and daughter should share such things. And, who knows, maybe I could learn a trick or two," she said as she climbed into bed.
