As told to Tawny T
A very good friend told this story to me. She first told me that she and her Mother had made love, and still do, and I was interested in how this had come about. I have written stories of this type, but they were always fantasies. I asked her to tell me the whole story and this is it. She told it to me over a period of time. I was filled with the love the two shared - Mother and Daughter - and hope to give a loving account of it here.
Thank you Sweet Katie for telling me this wonderful story.
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My name is Kate and this is the story of how my Mother and I became intimate. She is a very loving and thoughtful Mother. My father left us when I was 7 years old and I guess he wasn't meant to be married. My Mother has always supported me in everything I always tried to do, and we have always had a close relationship - Mother and Daughter.
I am currently an exotic dancer and she supports my lifestyle completely.
It started when was on the high school swim team, and had been having limited success. I had some good races, and won a few. I was better suited for the relay races and distance swimming. I was not having a good stretch of meets when I was 18, and a senior, and I was very disappointed and frustrated. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to keep at it, or give it up and try another sport.
I had been close to one of the girls on the swim team, and Stacie and I had been sleeping together for about two years. I really loved making love with her. She had seduced me one evening. I had been a little apprehensive at first, but when I had several wonderful climaxes as she tongued my young pussy, I was more than willing to do the same to her. I found I really loved it.
I was experienced a down feeling about my swimming ability, and one evening I was in my room crying on the bed. There was a knock on the door and Mom came in.
"Katherine, what in the world is wrong?" She asked in a concerned voice. She pulled me to her and held me as I sobbed. It felt so wonderful to have her hold me, kiss my cheek, and wipe away the tears of frustration. She is a lovely dark haired woman five eight, and has lovely, very full 36C breasts and was 35 at this time, a beautiful mature woman. She held me close, her warmth and love surrounding me. I smelled her familiar perfume and felt so comforted.
I poured my heart out to her and she listened carefully, stroking my hair as we talked. It felt so wonderful to be so loved and held. I told her of my frustration in swimming and for some reason Stacie's name came up in the conversation, and I told her about being intimate with Stacie. I guess I imagined an explosion of anger, but there was none.
"Darling, that's part of growing up. I imagine every girl has either experimented with another girl, or thought about it. It's just natural to want to find out about these things."
I was stunned, my Mother didn't yell at me! She calmed me down and stroked me as she held me.
" I hope I don't shock you too much, but I experimented with other girls when I was young and found that I liked making love to them. I had a good friend and she and I made love together, and I found like you, that I liked making love to a woman." She said softly.
I sat numb. My loving Mother with another women! Well, I had tried it with Stacie and liked it, why not her? After all she young once too. But there was more.
"One of the reasons for your Father leaving is that I also had a female lover. I guess you could call me bi-sexual if you need a label. I loved your father, but I had a wonderful woman who I also loved very much, and she loved me deeply.
"We were very discrete, but he knew, and I guess it was too much for him. Many men feel that this implies that they aren't man enough to satisfy a woman, and she has to seek out someone else to keep them happy sexually. He tried, but could never understand that I didn't need another man, but just the wonderful relationship that only another woman can give. After several years he left. I had always been faithful to him, except for having a woman lover."
My Mom, Nicole, is a very intelligent woman, a computer systems analyst, and is very good at her job. She has always had a very good job, and we managed without Dad. He remarried later. I was having a little trouble thinking of her with another woman.
Mom stroked my hair gently as she held me. "Darling, you are my whole world, and I love you more than anything in the world. You are the most precious thing to me." She said softly as she held me close to her.
I listened, my heart filled with love for her. She kissed me on the cheek. This kiss was different, soft and lingering, not the usual soft peck on the cheek most Moms give. She had never kissed me like this before.
She pulled back and looked at me in the eyes lovingly, and told me again how much she loved me. She had deep brown eyes and I was lost in their beauty. Her voice sounded a little strange. I asked if she were OK, and she said she was, but had something more to confess to me. I told he she could tell me anything - anything at all.
"Honey, I have been watching you blossom into a beautiful woman, and you are such a sensual woman, so very attractive, in face, and body both." She said her lovely face close to me. Looking down, I noticed her nipples were very erect.
I was suddenly more aware of her body. She is always walking around the house in shorts or sweats, and a t-shirt without a bra. Her legs are long and lean from all the aerobics she does, and she has a sexy figure. I had noticed the bounce and jiggle of her breasts many times as she walked. I hoped my breasts would be as lovely when I reached her age.
. I must admit I was having some interesting stirrings in my body as we were sitting, while she held me against her sensual body. I thought this was just my Mom cheering up her down-in-the-dumps daughter. I smiled at her and stroked her soft arm.
"Have you had more than one female lover?" She asked quietly.
"Stacie is the only one. We have made love frequently when we stayed with each other, either at her house or here." I told her a little embarrassed.
"Did you enjoy yourself with her, Honey?" She asked. "What did you two do together?"
I hesitated a moment, but she smiled lovingly, and I opened up to her. "It's so wonderful. She, I guess, seduced me first, but I was willing and liked it. We just touched each other, kissed, caressed each other's breasts and kissed each other's pussies, and finger fucked each other. We rubbed pussies together too." I said my face probably getting a little red from talking to my Mom about making love to another girl.
She seemed very interested in all of what I told her! I could tell she was aroused by our conversation by the way her nipples were showing though her T-shirt. This all happened while she was trying to console me about my issues with the swimming team, and listening to me just vent my frustrations.
"I want to tell you some things about myself. I have been bi-sexual for a very long time. I have watched you mature and grow to a beautiful young woman. I want to share that love with you. The love with another woman can be so very wonderful and loving. It's soft and warm, and can be the most sensual feeling in the whole world." She said kissing my cheek softly.
I realized what she meant, and what was about to happen, and I was not afraid. I just looked at my Mother's soft brown eyes and felt the love that was there for me.
"I would love to show you how to make love to a woman." She said moving to kiss my lips very, very softly as she held me and stroked my hair. It felt so wonderful.
I have been kissed by Mother, but never like this. The touch of her lips on mine was so erotic. I kissed her back the same way, and then felt the tip of her tongue touching my lips. I opened my mouth a little and let my tongue search for hers. As our tongues touched, I wrapped my arms around her and held her very close. Our kiss became very intense as my inhibitions slowly came down. Mom was getting closer to me and caressed my back. Her hands felt wonderful on me. I felt her pull me closer.
"Just relax Katherine. Relax and just feel our wonderful love." She whispered against my lips.
I managed a broken "Yes." I couldn't trust my voice to say more. I was getting very turned on by her kisses and closeness and wanted more.