Part 3: Chloe Turns Eighteen
Caitlin lifted her mouth from her mother's pussy, smiling as the last traces of her mother's orgasm faded away.
Carrie reached out for her daughter. "Come here, baby," she said.
Caitlin moved up beside her mother, leaving her right leg between her mother's legs and pressing her thigh against her mother's wet pussy.
"Oh yeah. That's nice," Carrie said. She shifted her own thigh so it would press against her daughter's pussy, too.
Carrie put her arms around Caitlin's neck, grinning at her. "I love you, baby. And I really love the way you lick and suck my pussy and make me come." She kissed her daughter on the mouth, tasting the essence of her own vagina from her daughter's lips and tongue.
They kissed several more times, enjoying the sensual feeling of how their mouths and lips molded together, pulled apart and came together again, and how their slick, wet tongues felt moving back and forth across each other. They enjoy the taste of each other's mouths. And they delighted in the sensual feelings of embracing and caressing each other and pressing their naked bodies together.
"I love you, too, Mom, and you're no slouch when it comes to pussy licking, you know." Caitlin said. Her mother had gone down on her and given her an orgasm less than half an hour ago.
Carrie laughed at how her daughter phrased her pussy-licking talent.
It was June, the first week of June and Caitlin was home from college for the summer. It was Saturday morning, the day after her little sister, Chloe, had graduated from high school. After the graduation ceremony, Chloe had gone off with her best friend, Terri, to a party. She had called several hours later to say she would be spending the night at Terri's house. Carrie had insisted on talking to Terri's mother and had been told that, to her, it didn't seem like the girls had been drinking and that they were home for the night and Chloe was welcome to spend the night.
That was great news for Carrie and Caitlin. Since they had become lovers over Spring Break they had only made love a few times. The first time was on a Saturday, also. That night they had slept together, since Chloe was away for the night, and had made love to each other again. Then the next day, Sunday, they had made love four time. A couple of days later they shared Carrie's boyfriend, Jim, much to his surprise and delight. A month later, Carrie drove up to Caitlin's school and they spent the night in a motel room making love.
Caitlin had been home for ten days and last night was the first night that she and her mother could sleep together, although they had managed to have sex twice, quickly, between Carrie's work schedule and having Chloe in and out of the house. They were always careful and discreet around Chloe. She wasn't yet eighteen and both women felt that she shouldn't know about their love affair—their incestuous love affair—at least until she turned eighteen. That would be on the twenty-eighth of June, over three weeks away.
At least that's what Carrie and Caitlin decided at first. Later, they weren't sure if they should even tell her at all. They discussed it extensively and decided that Chloe really didn't need to know, except for the fact that they wanted to sleep with each other every night and make love, behind closed doors of course, when it was convenient for them and not just when Chloe wasn't in the house. So Caitlin and Carrie stuck to their original decision, to tell Chloe, on her birthday, or as soon thereafter as was convenient, that her mother and sister were lovers.
The thought of explaining their situation to Chloe made both women more than a bit nervous. She was a level-headed girl, not given to overtly emotional displays. Still, one never knew how a daughter would take the news that her mother and sister—no matter how much she loved them and was loved by them—were involved in an incestuous love affair. They could only hope for the best.
Caitlin untangled herself from her mother and stretched her body forcefully, her arms above her head, her back arched and her feet and toes pointing down, groaning slighly. She relaxed and took in a deep breath then let it out slowly.
Carrie made herself comfortable on her side, drawing her legs up a little and tucking a pillow under her head. Her heartbeat went up slightly just looking at her beautiful daughter, her lover.
They were both very good looking women, Carrie knew, and she wasn't being vain. They had trim, almost athletic figures, firm breasts on the large size of medium, small waists and flat stomachs, and hips that were very womanly but not too big, as well as shapely, toned legs. Both woman had jet black hair. But Carrie's was stylishly cut short and Caitlin wore hers long, several inches below her shoulders. And they both had the same colored eyes, a bright, one might say, startling blue. Their mouths were nicely shaped and their lips full but not with that "bee stung," puffy look. Yes, they were both good looking women and Carrie was delighted to have this young beauty, her daughter, as her lover. She was sure that Caitlin was equally delighted to have her mother as a lover too, even if she was a mature woman.
"Gosh, Mom," Caitlin said, turning on her side to look at her mother, bracing her head on her hand. "I'm still kind of in a daze about our love ... about us being lovers. I mean, I think it's possibly the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Well, sexually, that is. Oh yeah!" She gave her mother a big grin and leaned forward to kiss her sweetly on the lips. "But how this all happened seems, well, kind of crazy. Don't you think?"
Carrie reached out to caress her daughter's shoulder and upper arm. "Yeah, Caitlin, I do. But a really good kind of crazy, yes?"
"If my college roommate hadn't been a lesbian, and openly so, and if she hadn't decided to try and seduce me—not that it took much seducing—I never would have realized that I like making love to women as much as I do men ... sometimes even more. I never would have realized that I'm a hard core bi-sexual woman." Caitlin wiggled her eyebrows at her mother.
Carrie chuckle. "And if that sexual 'something' hadn't 'clicked' with us that first day when you were naked, just out of the shower, and I was modeling the lingerie I had bought to wear for Jim—well then my own suppressed memories of my own bi-sexuality would have lain dormant for ... I don't know, maybe the rest of my life.
"But, darling, I am so very happy that we did 'click' sexually. I am so very happy that we are lovers."
Carrie moved up against her daughter's body, snaking one arm under her and the other around to her back to hug her tightly. She moved her head back and looked Caitlin in the eyes, like looking into her own eyes, then kissed her sweetly on the mouth.
Caitlin pressed herself against her mother and turned the kiss into a long, passionate one.
After several moments, Carrie broke the kiss and gently pushed her daughter down onto her back. As she kissed her daughter's jaw and neck and then her ear, her left hand began caressing Caitlin's body, first her breasts, then over her stomach, and finally, her labia. She slid a fingertip through them, feeling the wetness left over from going down on her daughter a little over half an hour ago. Carrie began rubbing her daughter's pussy lips in a circular motion making Caitlin moan with pleasure.
"Mmm, Mom," Caitlin said, "let's sixty-nine, okay?"
"Uh-huh," was all Carrie said. She kissed Caitlin on the lips then got to her knees and turned her body around, placing her knees on either side of her daughter's head before lowering her pussy down to Caitlin's waiting mouth. She wrapped her hands around Caitlin's thighs, pulling them apart and lowered herself down until her mouth was on her daughter's pussy. "Ah, yes, Caitlin," Carrie sighed as her daughter's tongue began licking her.
Caitlin's muffled moan of pleasure came a second later as her mother's mouth and tongue began to lick and suck on her pussy.
Carrie was fascinated with the close up look, smell, and taste of her daughter's pussy. She could only imagine Caitlin felt the same way. Carrie loved her daughter. She was in love with her daughter. And she was full of sexual excitement—lust—for her daughter. She loved kissing her mouth, kissing and caressing her body all over, and she really loved licking and sucking her delightful and tasty little pussy and making her come that way.
For the next several minutes the only noise in the bedroom was the wet sounds of avid pussy-licking and the moans and groans of two women enjoying giving and receiving oral pleasure from each other.
"Oh Mom! I'm coming! Yes! Now, now!" Caitlin cried out and then her body was convulsing with another wonderful, orally induced orgasm compliments of her mother's wonderful mouth and tongue.
Carrie pulled her mouth away from her daughter's lovely vagina. She rolled over onto her back then turned her body around until she was face-to-face with Caitlin.
Caitlin immediately began kissing her mother's wet lips, her tongue delving deep into her mother's mouth and Carrie kissed her daughter back just as passionately.
While still kissing her mother, Caitlin moved her hand down to Carrie's pussy, sliding two fingers inside and using her thumb to stimulate her clitoris.
"Ohh! Ohh!" Carrie gasped.
Caitlin braced her body up on one elbow and began to finger-fuck her mother harder.
"Yes, baby! Oh that feels so good!" Carrie cried out.
