I'd just gotten home from a long, hard day at work, tired, grumpy and in need of some sexual release. I'm a 45-year-old divorced mother of a beautiful blonde daughter, Abby, and she was just getting home from her college lacrosse practice when I pulled in.
We share certain things, Abby and I. We're both blonde, we're both athletic, we both have lean, muscular and sinewy bodies, especially in the legs, and we both love each other – in more ways than the usual.
You see, Abby, now 21, had discovered at an earlier age that she liked the company of women. Older women, in particular. She loves men, too, but her occasional dalliances with the MILFS in her life delighted and satisfied her.
I'm happy to say I'm one of them.
It started when she turned 18 and one fateful day I'd returned home from work a bit early to see the car of an acquaintance of mine, Marilyn, a woman in her early 40s as I was, whom Abby had worked babysitting years ago.
Odd, I thought, they hadn't spoken in years, and went inside expecting to see them chatting about something or other. But then I heard muffled moans from down the hall in Abby's room.
Uncertain, I snuck down the hall, listening intently, and then standing against the wall in complete shock over what I was hearing.
"Yeah, Abby, eat that pussy, eat it good!" Marilyn was growling from within, met by the muffled moans of my daughter. "C'mon, make me cum!"
I cracked the door open just enough to peer in. There, on the bed, Marilyn and Abby were, naked, Marilyn violently riding my daughter's face! She was clutching the headboard, facing the wall, her thick and shapely MILF ass hunching and flexing as she pounded down and into Abby's trapped face, grinding wildly on her as she came.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing and just as I was thinking my poor daughter was being raped, I saw Abby's hand flashing in and out of her own pussy, fingering herself madly to her own thigh-snapping orgasm as Marilyn bathed her faces with her own juices, her brown-gray hair hanging in sweaty strands over her pretty face.
I slumped back against the wall, confused, aghast at what I'd seen – and turned on! I'd had many encounters with women in my own life, it was part of who I was, but to see my daughter so wildly enjoying the sexual company of a woman more than twice her age...as I slowly slid down the wall, my short business skirt rode up and I snuck a hand between my spread thighs to feel the warm wetness spreading on my panty as from within, I heard the lip-smacking sounds of my daughter and friend kissing madly.
I leaned to the side and looked in and there was Abby now atop Marilyn, tongue jabbing the older woman's sexy, wrinkled mouth as she pounded down, pussy to pussy, in search of yet another orgasm. As she reached it, as both reached their own thrashing cum, I snuck a finger into my hairy pussy and had my own, biting my lip to keep from screaming as I looked in and saw my daughter's milk-white ass flexing in sexual release as she drive her hips into Marilyn's. As they calmed themselves, so did I, standing on shaky legs.
"God, Mrs. Anderson, it just gets better all the time!" Abby hissed, licking Marilyn's slightly wrinkled neck and down to her sagging cleavage to suckle her big nipples.
"Yes, it certainly does," Marilyn sighed, stroking Abby's long blonde hair, trailing her nails down her back to cup my daughter's slowly grinding ass, lifting her legs to encircle her slim waist and locking her ankles. "You really have a knack, and you do seem to love older women...uh, have you ever...thought of...I mean, your mom is SUCH a sexy lady..."
Abby stopped and lifted up to smile down at the MILF under her.
"No," she said softly. "But it doesn't mean...I haven't thought about it...my mom is incredibly hot, isn't she! Sometimes...I fantasize about...stuff with Mom..."
And I came again, hearing that, watching them kiss long and wet, me standing, shaking, against the wall, my thighs clamped tight, quivering, vibrating my pussy and cumming hearing what I'd heard.
I stumbled away, quietly, back to my car, taking a long, confused drive, then parking in a lot by the beach near our home, watching people go by, the occasional mother and daughter around our age, wondering if they had fantasies about one another the way my daughter had about me.
And I had about her. I couldn't shake the feeling that yes, I had, in the years since she'd developed into a gorgeous young woman, had ...thoughts about her as well, watching her long, muscular legs flash in the sun at her high school field hockey games, her skirt flying up and over those supple young thighs, her panty coming into view.
Those thoughts I'd shunted aside, shaking them in shame from my mind. But always wondering.
I finally went home that day, and Abby was there, Marilyn long gone, sitting in the living room watching TV, a pair of short shorts on, her long beautiful legs exposed, and that pussy hidden within, hairless, shining, wet, as I'd seen it earlier, her fingers stabbing inside of it.
We chatted a bit, calmly, as if nothing had happened, her demeanor completely at ease, mine nervous, halting. As I sat across from her, on the couch, she finally looked at me, head cocked.
"Mom," she said. "What's wrong. You don't seem yourself..."
I looked at the floor.
"I....I...came home...earlier today..."I said, fighting tears.
Silence, long and painful.
"Mom...when..." she said softly.
"Before...earlier..a car was here...Marilyn's....car...I came in..."
"And you saw...."
"Yes...I saw!"
More silence. I finally looked up from the floor. Abby was leaning forward, elbows on her knees, crying into her hands. Quickly, I shuffled over on my knees to her, pulling her hands away, our eyes wet and locked.
"It's OK, honey, it's OK!" I said, smoothing her hair.
"It's just something...I like...I mean I like boys, too, love boys, but women...old...older women...sometimes..."
"It's OK, it's OK," I said, adding, in a rush of confession, "sometimes...I...I have...too..."
Her eyes brightened.
"You...you have?"
