Note to readers: This is a fictional story that features intimate relations between a mother and daughter. If this type of material offends you, then you may not want to read this submission.
This is a new story that I wrote for fun. Please email me feedback about the story if you have the time. I always enjoy reading what people think about the things that I write.
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My name is Rebecca, and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm a thirty-six year old woman who already feels like she is over the hill. Physically I'm doing great. I've stayed very healthy and active throughout my entire life. I am a little bit vain, so maintaining my figure has always been a priority. My life has just become so bland and routine.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my life. There are plenty of good things about it. I have a job that I don't hate, but get incredibly bored with. I'm a secretary at a law firm. I have a wonderful eighteen year old daughter. Her name is Autumn, and you seriously couldn't ask for a better daughter. She has been doing well in her first semester at the community college and wants to one day be a teacher. Of course, she is only going to the community college because that is all I could afford to send her to. I never had the chance to go to college myself.
Despite regrets about never being able to continue my education. I had always deemed myself to be a very fortunate woman, even despite having lived through hard times. Everyone has trials that they go through in life. Mine have been substantial but I don't think I'd want to change anything from my past. At the age of eighteen I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl. That very same day was the very last time I ever saw Autumn's father. I guess he couldn't handle the pressure of being a new father, so he fled before even getting to meet her.
I never felt sorry for myself, being a single mother. I did feel sorry for my little girl though. I wanted her to have that father figure in her life. I tried to find a good man for many years, one that would accept both Autumn and I, but all I've ever wound up dating were non-committal losers. I gave up the dating scene last year after a man my boss introduced me to never called me back after finding out I was a mother.
So I haven't been on a date in a year. Things have been getting lonelier and lonelier in my life. I know I'm not too old to give up, but I'm not patient enough to not get frustrated. I'm at one of those damned awkward phases in life where you know things are going to change quickly. Autumn is eighteen now and I know she won't be with me forever. She's such a quick study that I'm sure she'll get her degree in record time and start teaching at a high school in a matter of a couple years. I'm going to miss her greatly when she goes. Selfishly, I wish she could just stay with me forever. All parents probably feel that way though.
Just as I'm continuing to be lost in thought, I hear my front door opening. I turn around from my lounging position on the couch and head over to it to see who is there. It's Autumn walking in, and with her is a rather cute, well dressed young man in a polo shirt and some slacks. I immediately look him over. He's a tall young man, probably 6'2. Short dark hair like his was always a weakness of mine. He's very toned with muscle too from the looks of it.
"Hey mom!" Autumn says with a big grin on her face.
"How was class honey?" I reply with my eyebrow raised. I'm waiting for her to introduce her new friend.
"It was pretty interesting today. This is Tom by the way." Autumn says motioning to the boy.
"It's nice to meet you. Autumn has told me a lot about you Ms. Jones." The boy says nervously.
I smile at the boy and say, "You can just call me Rebecca, no need to be so formal. I'm not one of those hellish or prying parents." I laugh after I say this. I'm certainly not hellish, but I'll admit that I can be prying, especially when it comes to Autumn and boys.
"Tom and I are in the same English class mom. We paired up to work on a paper together. We have to write a creative descriptive paper for class in a couple of days, so we were going to come here to work on it."
Autumn seems very chipper to have Tom over to the house. I'm happy for her. "Awesome. I won't bug you guys, so don't worry about me. If you need anything just let me know."
"Thanks mom. Tom, go ahead and head up the stairs and put our books up. I'll be up in just a second."
"Alright. It was nice meeting you Rebecca!" Tom says with a more slight hint of nervousness than in his previous words.
Autumn walks Tom to the stairs and then turns around to me. "So, what do you think?"
"You haven't mentioned Tom before honey. I'd definitely say that he's a very handsome guy. He seems really nice too." I say with a smile.
"He really is. We've been hanging out at school for a little over a month. I think we might make a cute couple, what do you think?" Autumn says excitedly.
I nod my head and reply, "I'd definitely say so. But don't get so wrapped up in how cute he is that you don't get your paper done."
"Don't worry, you know I'll get things done. I'm sure we'll just be a couple of hours."
"Okay, go ahead and get to it then! Don't let me keep you." I gently push Autumn's towards the stairs playfully and she turns to walk toward her room.
They really do make a cute couple. My Autumn has grown into such a beautiful young woman. She reminds me a lot of myself when I was her age. Autumn is a brunette beauty. Even her shoulder length hair has the same wave to it that I had not too long ago. She's just a few inches shorter than I am, a little over 5'5, with a slender but slightly curvaceous body and porcelain-like skin. All the boys probably go wild over her.
Standing here thinking about how cute a couple that they are makes me realize just how lonely I am getting. Autumn has certainly been having more luck than me in the romance department. For her sake I hope that she always does. Even still, I realize that I need some romance in my life to brighten up my days.
I walk upstairs and quietly walk pass Autumn's bedroom door so as not to disturb her and Tom. I make my way to my bedroom and plant myself in front of my computer. Sitting here thinking about young love and romance has me nostalgic. I pull up some old pictures of myself on the computer and begin looking at the younger, twenty year old version of myself.
I realize that I really did look like Autumn. The same nice skin, deep blue eyes that I have always been fond of as a favorite feature. I really like the way I filled out my little black dress back in those days as well. After looking at these pictures I decide to look myself over in the mirror to get a good idea of just how much I've changed. I'm happy to see that I still look very good. A more mature look, sure, but the same nice features I had back then are all present. Longer hair suits me very well. My dark brown hair now reaches almost to the small of my back. I had been thinking about cutting it, but staring in the mirror at it has given me a new fondness for it, despite how hard it is to maintain. Maybe I have given up on love too soon?
Standing in front of this full body mirror I decide to shed some of my clothes. I pull off the red sweater I had been wearing to reveal my lacey black bra. My chest has grown bigger over time. I'm now a proper 36-C. I slide my jeans down to my ankles and kick them off of my feet. My ass fills out my black panties well. When I move it there is the slightest jiggle, just the way I want it to be. Staring at my body like this is making me feel a definite wave of arousal. I definitely need the touch of a man again.
Looking at the clock I see that it is only 7:30PM. A little too early to turn into bed, but I can't help myself. I make sure my bedroom door is locked tight and then I lay atop my mattress. The silken sheets feel very nice on my skin as I start to rub my nipples through my bra with both of my hands. This feels so good that it is unreal. Quickly I unlatch my bra and throw it down to the floor so that my hands can feel my bare breasts. My nipples are now standing at attention, hardened to the touch and very sensitive. I continue to rub them like this for awhile, until I can feel myself becoming moist in-between my legs.
Incredibly aroused, I slide my panties down my thighs and then kick them off completely. With my right hand I slide my fingernails down my stomach until I am touching the thin patch of pubic hair right above my mound. I swirl the hair around with my fingers quickly before touching my clitoris with my middle finger and pressing. I cannot help but let out a muffled moan. It has been a long while since I have tended to my needs like this.