My Daughter's a Stud

In this Chapter, Sadie comes to terms with her daughter's obsession, and agrees to take Eva up on her offer...

***

It was late morning a few days after her... extremely unconventional talk with her daughter, and Sadie was once again alone in her own house. Her husband was back to work over the weekdays, which unfortunately gave her quite a lot of time with nothing to do but dwell on her own thoughts.

She hadn't seen, heard from, received a call, or even just received a text from Eva since that fateful discussion last Saturday, yet even so her daughter and everything she'd said had been firmly entrenched at the forefront of her mind ever since her little girl had walked out the front door. She may have been sitting quietly on the couch with a book in her hand, but the mature woman had been incapable of having a calm moment at all the last few days. Every single time her errant thoughts slipped back to her daughter she felt her heart start to beat just a little too fast, she constantly felt anxious and couldn't seem to stop fidgeting, and even if she had a book in hand or the tv on or even if her own husband had been speaking to her she eventually realized she hadn't processed a single thing she'd just read or heard.

No, the only things Sadie could give any thought to at all were her daughter and the things she'd told her... and about her confession. She'd never had a clearer image burned into her brain than the face that Eva made as she told her, her own mother, that she loved her, that she wanted to

make love

to her... that she wanted to be the one to

impregnate

her. And every single time those thoughts went through her head again Sadie felt her heart flutter, her skin itch, and something in the core of her belly ache needfully.

'It's crazy, it's just flat-out crazy!'

the woman tried desperately to tell herself over and over each time she caught herself having these thoughts. But no matter what she tried to distract herself with, the long-dissatisfied mother just couldn't help herself from remembering in extreme detail all of the sordid, erotic stories Eva had told her. She could picture perfectly in her mind all the intense, passionate ways her daughter had expressed making love to so, so many beautiful girls. And she couldn't stop herself from imagining the younger girl pressing herself down into another amorous female, lodging something long and hard inside them, lacing their womb with sperm and forcibly

inseminating

them...

With a sharp gasp Sadie felt a rush of pleasure race through her pussy, and with her face beet red she looked down and was actually startled to find her book was long since put aside and her hand had somehow wormed its' way down her panties without her consciously noticing. She was touching herself; she was thinking of her own daughter having sex with other woman and she was touching herself!

For only the briefest moment, Sadie felt a twinge of disgust try and root itself in her thoughts, but only seconds later another image of her daughter making love to a woman popped right back into her head. Her fingers instinctively pressed into the soft curve of her womanhood, and with a breathy gasp of a moan that tiny feeling of shame was abandoned, and her moral barriers started to collapse like a row of dominos.

Shimmying her jeans and panties down beneath her butt, Sadie started to finger herself more intensely, letting her head melt back against the sofa and wantonly moaning out loud as she outright fantasized about the exciting, depraved life her daughter had secretly been living all these years.

She imagined Eva as the strict, professional teacher she was, surrounded by a dozen impressionable young high-school girls, all so eager to worship and please their teacher as she taught them how to explore their own bodies and each other's.

She imagined Eva's two best friends from her own days in school, Stacy and Kelly, girls she'd known since they were children too, had grown so accustomed to seeing them around her own home, and now wondered how many times the three little vixens had snuck upstairs, stripped each other down and licked themselves to intense orgasm right beneath the mother's nose.

She imagined her friend Harriet Kauffman, remembered how happy and proud the woman was when she started to show her long-desired pregnancy, and now she could clearly picture how it happened; how her own daughter had pinned the similarly middle aged woman into the bed she'd shared with her husband, penetrated her deep over and over, had Harriet crying out her love and desire for the girl almost half her age, and begged Eva to be the one to give her the baby she wanted, pleaded for Eva to

breed

her...

And as all these lovely thoughts stormed through her head, Sadie's moans were only growing higher and airier, her fingers pumping desperately fast into her far too long ignored pussy, until finally the inevitable occurred. Now the sinful mother was imagining

herself

under her own daughter's control. Sadie imagined

she

was the one who was pinned and helpless beneath Eva as her beautiful daughter thrust a fat dildo inside of her. She imagined calling out her daughter's name, begging the younger girl to mark her as her own, permanently bind them together. And she was so close to being able to feel just what it would be like to have Eva pump her full of some stranger's seed, make her pregnant with the baby she so desperately wanted... only now she realized it wasn't just any child Sadie desired, it was

Eva's

child she needed to have!

With such a powerful thought commanding her, Sadie spilled fully over the abyss and swore to the empty house as a mind-blowing climax tore through her. Everything inside her trembled like an earthquake, from her slit to her womb, it all pulsed and throbbed violently from this newly accepted need to make love to Eva, to conceive a child with her own daughter.

Once she'd finally exhausted herself, Sadie melted against the couch, heart pounding in her chest, breathing hard as she gingerly pulled her fingers out of her puffy, red lips. With her system clearing, as she now had to sit there, her naked butt leaking her passion and staining her couch, Sadie's thoughts started to become a bit more lucid again, and she couldn't help but realize just how warped she had to be to have just masturbated to the thought of her own daughter.

And yet, even as her sense of shame fought so hard to keep a foothold in her mind, to batter and berate herself for what she'd just done, a far louder voice was telling her that not only had

she

wanted that orgasm, but so had her daughter. Sadie wasn't trying to use Eva against her own will, the younger girl had made it abundantly clear that she had wanted to make love to her mother a lot worse than the other way around, and for much longer too.

There wasn't a hint of doubt that if she offered the chance, Eva would jump on her in a heartbeat... and that meant the choice was one-hundred percent Sadie's to make. But could she do it? Could she really throw away everything she'd known about being a good mother, about being a decent human being just to give in to some impulsive lust and commit incest with her own daughter?

...

...

...

And breathlessly, maybe in more disbelief herself than anyone else would've been, Sadie felt the words slip past her tongue.

"...I can't believe I'm really gonna go through with this."

***

The following Friday evening, Eva was at her own house waiting rather anxiously, fighting off the numerous butterflies in her stomach as she waited for her mother to arrive. A few days earlier the young woman had received a call from Sadie. Her mother didn't have a lot to say, and even after a simple greeting there was a long pause before she said anything else. But ultimately her mother, very simply and very quietly, had told Eva she'd be coming over to her home on Friday, and then had hung up without waiting for a reply. She hadn't called or texted back since, and Eva hadn't tried to press any further herself.

So with little else she could do, Eva rode out the rest of her week, faking her way through every school day and just waiting for her mother to arrive at the end of the week. The younger girl had incredibly high hopes for just why her mother was going to come over, but was still riddled with anxiety since Sadie had been so brief and vague.

Even so, Eva's pussy had been utterly drenched for half a week just thinking that there was even a chance she'd finally,

finally

get to live out her lifelong fantasy. She'd even decided to push off all of her other 'clients' as she waited with baited breath for the one woman she'd longed after her whole life.

Eva decided not to go too far in dolling herself up for this all-important 'meeting,' but she still wanted to put enough of herself on display to maybe give her mother just a tiny bit of extra enticement. So the young woman simply wore some extremely short jean shorts, and a tight white tank top that cut very low and fit super snug over her chest.

Finally she heard the knock on her door, and it rattled around inside her skull like a racquetball. Eva felt her heart was about ready to burst through her ribcage, but steeled herself and managed to open the door as calmly as possible. Her mother Sadie was waiting right there on the other side, looking just as anxious and uncertain as Eva herself felt.

"Hey mom." Eva greeted quietly, as normally as she could manage.

"....Hello Eva." Sadie said back even more meekly.

The awkward tension hanging between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Do you want to come in?" Eva asked after a couple unpleasantly quiet moments.

"Y-Yes dear, thank you." Sadie didn't really hesitate in accepting the offer, but the look on her face still made it clear how uncertain she was in even that.

But as Eva stepped aside to allow her mother entry, the younger woman wasn't really paying too much attention to her expression, as she was far more interested in ogling Sadie's body. Her mother had chosen to wear a light teal and floral-patterned sundress, one which barely fell to her mid thighs and cut even lower on the woman's massive chest than Eva's own skimpy tank top did. The younger girl was almost positive she'd never seen her mother dress so provocatively before in her life, and regardless of their stiff greeting she was practically drooling from the sight. More importantly, it was giving Eva much higher hopes for what exactly Sadie intended to do here today.

Shutting the front door, Eva followed her mother a few steps into their living room where the woman paused. Her back was still to her daughter, and Eva could hear her take a deep breath, clearly preparing herself for something important. But after another patient moment, Sadie turned around to face her daughter, the two women just standing incredibly anxiously before each other. But they both knew that the impetus was entirely on Sadie now, and she was clearly struggling to get out exactly what was racing through her mind.

"Eva... I've been thinking over, well, everything you told me... All the... 'stories' you, uh, decided to share... To be honest I haven't been able to stop thinking about them..."

Sadie visibly struggled more and more with every word, but Eva didn't dare interrupt her right now.

"...And I've... I've been thinking over your... 'offer'..."

Eva couldn't tell if her heart was racing a million beats per minute or if it had stopped entirely. Her eyes bore hard into her mother as she waited for the words she'd been desperate to hear for so long.

Sadie took an unbearably long moment to collect herself, but she painstakingly managed to raise her eyes up from the floor and meet the anticipation her daughter was burning her with.

"I... I think I'd like to... try..."

Sadie's words hung in the air like a cloud of pheromones, and Eva's eyes were nearly boiling over with the lust she'd been just barely suppressing below the surface, waiting for this moment, the moment her mother would give herself to her. Her face showing nothing less than a purely focused intent, Eva slowly closed the narrow gap separating her mother and herself, coming so close to Sadie their chests were mere micrometers from touching. The younger girl was staring so hard at her mother, yet even though she still looked so timid and embarrassed Sadie didn't look away.

"...Are you sure?" Eva asked, her voice as quiet as it was deathly serious, and yet even then her hands were already reaching out to take a gentle hold of her mother's matronly hips.

Sadie shivered from even the softest touch of her daughter. "No... Not really..." She admitted, but in spite of her words she herself started to reach her own hands out and found her daughter's arms, softly caressing along them until she'd taken her by the shoulders.

"Well that's too bad..." Eva started, before her near-panicked anxiety finally broke with an openly lust-fueled smile. "...Because I'm way more than sure..."

Sadie jolted with a cute little squeak of a gasp when her daughter's fingers suddenly snuck down and spread themselves along the supple swell of her rear.

"...I've been sure that I wanted you ever since I first touched myself to the thought of another girl..."

Sadie's face was flushed bright red, but she still didn't turn away from her daughter's ravenous eyes. With her tacit permission, Eva gently dug her fingers harder into the perfect softness of her mother's butt, pulling their bodies close against each other's. She parted her legs enough to invite Sadie's hips to meet with her own, squished their almost-equally impressive breasts tight together, brought their faces, their lips closer until they were barely a finger's length apart.

And as her daughter enveloped her in such a daring, inappropriate embrace, as she felt the younger girl's hands touching her, exploring her body in a way a child never should of their parent, Sadie could only shiver, her eyes fluttering and breath becoming drenched in warm lust as she stared into Eva's incomparably beautiful face.

"Please... j-just take this slow. I've never done anything like... like you have..." She breathed right against her daughter's oh-so-tempting lips.

But now Sadie was snaking her arms up herself, hooking them needfully around her lovely daughter's neck. Eva left one hand gently tracing circles around her mother's bottom as she drew the other up along the woman's spine, running the whole length of her back until she was weaving her fingers through Sadie's silky hair.

"Just relax, mom. I'll take care of everything now."

Eva's voice was barely loud enough to cut through the haze filling Sadie's brain. And with their bodies slowly swaying and melding deeper and deeper into one another's, Sadie found her eyes closing, and yet could still sense her daughter's lips just a hair's width away from her own. Close enough that even though it was barely a whisper, Sadie could feel her daughter's words echoing right into her.

"I love you, mom."

Eva finally connected her lips to Sadie's, sighing out in sheer bliss a lifetime's worth of restraint as she kissed her gorgeous mother for real for the first time. And Sadie felt the spark just as strongly, her heart about ready to burst as she accepted the taboo embrace of her daughter; the sweet softness of the experienced girl's kiss was a sensation she easily succumbed too, and wouldn't dare tear herself away from.

The parent and child's hands started to roam each other's bodies while their mouths sealed and twisted tight against one another, trapping soft sighs and groans of sheer ecstasy in the dead-space locked between them

Eva's hand curled forward from the back of her mother's neck to caress the mature woman's wonderful face, pulling her even closer and closer as she planted so many needy, long-desired kisses on her lips. Sadie's body responded in kind, and in ways she'd never experienced before, as if it were taking on a life of its' own in the wake of this newfound and incredibly powerful attraction. The mother's own hands slid down from Eva's neck to sensually run up and down the curve of her narrow back until finally, if bashfully, she was cupping down below the swell of the perfect ass her daughter had inherited from her.

Eva groaned all the harder into their kiss as she felt her mother start to tiptoe past the barriers on her own, ignoring the unnaturalness of her desires and exploring her daughter's body of her own volition. The younger girl regrettably peeled their lips apart, watching as Sadie's eyes fluttered back open and cleared of the pink haze that had eclipsed her thoughts.

"Is this okay?" Eva asked softly, knowing she needed to treat her precious mother more gently than any of her previous conquests... at least in these early stages

"Y-yeah... this feels... nice..." But while her own voice was weak, nearly on the verge of breaking, Sadie still managed to respond as her own smile started to overcome the intense apprehension of this whole crazy affair.

With her mother confirming she was ready to follow down the debased path she was leading her on, Eva moved back in to capture the pretty woman's lips again. Sadie happily replied with a thoughtful hum just as her daughter opened both of their mouths and she felt the girl's long, unbearably hot tongue invade her. The slowly succumbing mother groaned hard into Eva's mouth, and it was all she could do to not collapse to her knees right then and there. Eva responded in kind as the mature woman's tongue so easily gave way to her own, inviting her to wrap it up, twist around and dominate it with her long-kept-secret love.

As Sadie opened herself more and more and Eva kept her pinned in their feverish first kiss, the younger girl was quickly growing bolder as her patience wore away. Her hand had not stopped exploring and caressing her mother's big, bubbly butt, but now she dared to let her fingers slip down the fabric of her short dress, finding the hem and curling below to squeeze the bare skin of the woman's luxuriously soft thigh. Sadie couldn't stifle another groan of passion as she felt her daughter feel up her leg, and Eva's lips curled into a tiny smirk against her mom's as she felt the woman try to hook her leg up onto her hip in a natural response.

Eva's fingers danced and dug into the pearly smooth flesh, slowly creeping higher as she started to push Sadie's pretty dress up towards her hips. Things started to become more of a blur, especially to the inexperienced Sadie. Their hands became a whirlwind as they hungrily rubbed and felt all over each other's bodies, their lips crushed hard together as their tongues twisted up in a dizzying dance of spit and warmth.

By the time the two ladies were forced to come apart to breathe, Sadie barely recognized her daughter, or even herself. The two girls had a feverish look about them, their hair all tussled from the wandering hands that wouldn't stop running through it. Sadie was all but straddling her daughter's leg, the dress of the once proper mother hiked up nearly above her ass. Her own hands were creeping dangerously along the hem of Eva's jean shorts, her fingers just starting to try and dig their way under the fabric.

And Eva had a firm, controlling hold of her mother now, one hand holding the older woman's leg aloft, sinking deep into her thigh and making sure it stayed hiked up high on her waist. Her other hand had moved back around Sadie's elegant neck, keeping her face close, keeping their eyes locked, making sure the older woman wouldn't turn away from her daughter ever again.