Vanessa And Kelsie 1

Vanessa could've never imagined finding herself in that position. There she was in her daughter's doorway, watching her fingers pistoning inside her bare pussy. Vanessa could only stare, shocked.

Kelsie's body writhed on the bed, her relatively small breasts rippling with each movement. Her hips were grinding against her hand, desperate for more friction. And her legs were spread as far as they could go, giving Vanessa a clear view of the moisture slickening her daughter's hand and pussy.

Then Kelsie's eyes opened and widened as she saw her. Vanessa jumped out of her immovability and almost sprinted down the hall to her own room before Kelsie could even open her mouth.

That has got to be the strangest thing a mother had ever seen her daughter do. How was Vanessa ever supposed to interact with her after that? She wouldn't be able to forget the sight whenever she looked at her. Vanessa would just have to do her best to limit their speaking. She'd just ignore it as best she could.

Determined in her course, Vanessa went back down the hall--completely ignoring the reclosed door of her daughter--and started setting the table. Within a few minutes, she heard Kelsie's door open and hesitant steps came down the hall. Kelsie's steps stopped on the threshold of the dining room and there were some awkward moments of silence as Vanessa went to bring the food to the table.

"Mom?" Kelsie's voice was tentative.

Vanessa prepared herself as she sat down and smiled briefly at her waiting daughter. "Come eat, dear. Dinner is ready."

She could hear Kelsie's confusion and embarrassment in her hesitation. Hear it, because she wouldn't look at Kelsie any longer than she had to.

She filled her plate and started eating as Kelsie finally sat down across from her. As Vanessa continued to ignore her with a pleasant smile on her face, Kelsie eventually started in on her food too. They sat in continued silence for the whole meal.

Kelsie seemed to finally break when Vanessa started clearing up from dinner when they were both done.

"Mom," her firm voice was tinged with annoyance and confusion, "are we not going to talk about it, then?"

Vanessa sighed to steady herself. "Talk about what, honey?"

Kelsie let out a frustrated scoff. "What you just saw!"

"Kelsie, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" Kelsie was almost yelling. "So, it wasn't you that I saw watching me masturbate in my room?"

Vanessa choked at the bare language her daughter used and looked at her briefly in admonishment. "There's no need for you to speak like that to me, young lady." Then, at Kelsie's clearly expectant expression, "There's nothing wrong with what I saw, dear. It is perfectly natural to experiment with your body. Just lock your door next time. A mother shouldn't see such things."

A moment of silence as Vanessa tried to convince herself of the same thing and went back to the dishes.

"That's it?"

"What else is there?"

"Then, why won't you look at me?"

Vanessa should've known that her daughter would catch on to that. They were usually much more friendly than this. Hugs and kisses and laughter and long conversations were what Kelsie expected from her.

Vanessa sighed again, but kept staring at the dishes. "I just need a few days to process it, honey. It's an embarrassing thing to see of your own daughter, you know."

Kelsie was quiet as she thought about it. "Just a few days?" Vanessa nodded and smiled in her general direction. "Okay. Well, thanks for dinner."

"You're welcome, honey."

*

The next weeks were quiet and awkward. Kelsie's mom kept her distance constantly, only speaking or looking at her when it was absolutely necessary. School and work helped break it up a bit, but Kelsie didn't have many classes during the summer and only worked weekends, and her mom worked from home.

Kelsie couldn't decide if it'd make things better or worse if her brother was here visiting from college or not. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to, but he'd probably notice the strange atmosphere between her and mom and ask about it. At least it was a nonissue with her father, since he'd run off before she'd been born.

Kelsie was getting more and more tense the longer her mother went on ignoring her. It was supposed to only be a few days, not a few weeks. She'd tried to force conversation the third day by knocking over a lamp while she was watching TV. But her mother only sighed and cleaned it up without a word.

She'd burn dinner, key the car, steal money, and leave a mess in the house. Whatever Kelsie did, her mother would ignore her and clean it up. Last week, she even tried pushing her mother roughly as she'd walked by. But there'd only be that sigh as she walked on.

Kelsie was so desperate for her mom to pay attention to her again she started to walk around the house naked. Her mom's eyes would widen and she'd blush, looking scandalized, but she still ignored it. Then, Kelsie tried masturbating in her room again with the door wide open, just waiting for her mom to come by and demand her stop this nonsense.

Her mother only paused in shock the first time before closing the door and walking away. But she barely paused in shock the last few times, just closing the door as she passed by.

So, Kelsie started masturbating in the living room and the kitchen and the dining room, where there wasn't a door to block her from her mother's sight. Her mother would shake her head and leave for her bedroom.

Kelsie masturbated in her mother's bed while she was in the shower. For the first time, she thought she'd actually get her mom to talk to her. She'd looked so mad and annoyed and her mouth opened like she was about to yell at her. But then she just shook her head and walked away, closing her door behind her.

*

Her daughter was becoming impossible. Vanessa couldn't get away from her antics. Every time she thought she'd have a moment of peace, she'd find Kelsie's newest form of punishment.

Kelsie was almost never clothed in the house anymore and it was taking everything in Vanessa not to yell at her to have some self-respect. Though, she couldn't blame her for being so confident. Her body was as young and perfect as Vanessa's used to be.

But the almost as constant masturbating Kelsie was doing was ridiculous. There was barely a moment where Vanessa couldn't hear her daughter's moaning and panting. It was bad enough when it was just coming from her bedroom, but Vanessa could find her in any room of the house now, including her own bedroom!

She'd almost lost it then. Vanessa couldn't believe her daughter would go to such lengths just to get her attention again. But she kept it together and just walked away, going to the living room to watch TV.

Despite herself, Vanessa could hear that Kelsie hadn't cum yet. In fact, it seemed Kelsie had stopped altogether. She learned why when she jumped at the hands rubbing up her arms. Kelsie had snuck behind the couch and was standing over her, her breasts swaying slightly over Vanessa's head.

She was wary of this touching tactic. What did her daughter have planned this time? Vanessa tried hard to ignore her as usual as she watched from the corner of her eye. Kelsie jumped over the couch to sit next to her and grabbed her hand, setting it on her bare leg.

Vanessa wasn't sure how to react to that. Snatching her hand away might be just the reaction Kelsie was hoping for. Walking away would require snatching her hand back. She obviously couldn't start admonishing her for the inappropriate contact, mostly because Vanessa was still too embarrassed to speak to her. Ignoring the whole thing seemed to be the best choice at the moment.

Kelsie slid Vanessa's hand over her leg before moving it up her torso. Vanessa's arm was stiff at what her daughter was making her hand touch, but she slid it around her breasts and up her neck. She pressed Vanessa's hand to her mouth and kissed it lightly, watching Vanessa the whole time. Then Vanessa felt a tongue in her palm and started at the sudden, warm wetness.

Kelsie laughed softly at Vanessa's reaction as she clenched her jaw and stared resolutely at the TV screen. Vanessa could feel her cheeks warm at the growing embarrassment.

She felt her hand being moved lower again, this time going straight over her daughter's nipple. Vanessa clenched her jaw at the moan that brought out of Kelsie. Her hand slid down her daughter's torso again and reached the apex of her thighs.

Vanessa was tenser than ever as Kelsie spread her legs and rubbed Vanessa's hand over her moistened pussy, her daughter moaning at the touch.

Vanessa really should snatch her hand back and walk away, but she knew that was what Kelsie wanted. She couldn't react the way Kelsie wanted.

Her daughter giggled in between moans as she used Vanessa's hand to slide through her folds and rub her clit. Vanessa's hand was now just as covered in her daughter's juices as Kelsie's were. She listened as Kelsie moaned and writhed against Vanessa's hand.

Suddenly, Kelsie moved and Vanessa's statuesque form cracked as she looked to see what her daughter was doing.

Kelsie was now laying on the couch with her pussy directed straight at Vanessa. Vanessa could do nothing but regain her unbothered appearance as Kelsie brought the hand she still held captive to her pussy again and pushed Vanessa's fingers inside her.

Vanessa was on the edge of horror and fascination as her fingers were forced to thrust in and out of her daughter's pussy, Kelsie's walls clenching around them as she moaned. She couldn't believe that her daughter would go this far. The best she could do was to keep her eyes on the TV as her fingers fucked her daughter for long minutes. From the increased moans, Vanessa could only assume that Kelsie had started rubbing her clit with her other hand, her pussy walls spasming at the added stimulation. And in the next moment, Vanessa felt her daughter's orgasm burst around her fingers.

Kelsie continued to use Vanessa's fingers inside her for a few slow thrusts before pulling them out and finally releasing them. Vanessa did her best to seem unaffected as she stood up and walked to her bedroom. The whole time, she could feel her daughter's eyes on her with not a single sense of embarrassment or regret in the gaze.

As soon as she locked the door behind her, she let her panicked breathing take over, reeling over what just happened. She knew Kelsie wasn't reacting well to being ignored after so long of having Vanessa's attention all to herself. But to go this far--using her mother's hand to masturbate herself--it didn't seem like an appropriate reaction.

Vanessa looked at her slowly drying fingers and became distracted with the fascinating shine of Kelsie's juices. She remembered the feeling of her daughter's pussy walls pulsing around her fingers as the liquid gushed around them. She wondered what it smelled like, tasted like. She'd been too shocked at what Kelsie was doing to notice anything else.

She stopped herself before she could bring her fingers to her face. What was Vanessa thinking? She shouldn't have been wondering those things. She should've been finding a way to make sure it never happens again. But how could she keep it from happening again when she couldn't look at or speak to her daughter without feeling embarrassed? Especially after what Kelsie had just done. Now Vanessa was even more embarrassed than when it was just from finding her daughter masturbating. So much worse.

Vanessa wasn't sure she'd be able to speak or look at Kelsie ever again, even when necessary.

*

Was she insane?

Kelsie could think of no other reason why she'd done any of that. To use her mother's hand to masturbate herself was a whole other level than what she'd been doing. But she also couldn't stop thinking about it.

It felt so good to do it. Even if it didn't get Kelsie the attention she wanted, she'd still been able to touch her mother. Yeah, her mom just sat there and ignored her, but Kelsie could feel just the tiniest bit of the love her mother usually showed her. And she'd cum the hardest she'd ever been able to cum, even when she was with her past girlfriends.

She couldn't stop thinking about trying it again.

The next day, she did just that.

Her mother was eating breakfast at the table and Kelsie leapt at the chance to use her hand again. She sat right next to her mom, scooted the chair closer, and grabbed her hand, placing it straight on her erect nipple--her clothes already off as per usual lately.

Her mom immediately tensed, but ignored Kelsie as she stiffly continued eating.

Kelsie rubbed her mother's hand up and down her torso a few times, always making sure to graze her nipples, before sucking her mother's fingers into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around each finger, then popped them out of her mouth and took them straight to her already soaked pussy.

"Still ignoring me, mom?" Kelsie asked her mother, her voice husky in arousal. "Even after all of this? You don't want to stop me?"

Her mom stayed silent, but she'd stopped eating her eggs.

An even filthier thought went through her mind and Kelsie moaned as she moved closer to her mother, the fingers inside her twitching.

"Maybe you need something, too."

Kelsie saw her mother's eyes widen as she dragged a finger up her side, just grazing the side of her breast. Kelsie could tell that her mother knew what she alluded to--even that she wanted to put a stop to it--but she did nothing. She just stared at her half-eaten plate, seemingly paralyzed.

Kelsie grinned as she ground against her mother's hand, letting her own hands wander more. Her mother's eyes were wide and her breathing was fast. Kelsie wasn't quite sure if it was fear or arousal that caused her mother's reactions.

Intrigued with her mother's refusal to stop even these incestuous acts, Kelsie freed her mother's hand from her pussy and stood up. She heard her mother's sigh of relief and smirked as her mother resumed eating, thinking Kelsie was done.

Of course, Kelsie was far from done. Instead, she focused entirely on her mother.

Her mom yelped at the direct contact Kelsie made to her covered breasts, immediately kneading them from behind. Kelsie laughed at the small sound that came from her mother. It seemed like a mix of pleasure and dread.

Kelsie moved her mother's hair away from her shoulder and began kissing and licking and sucking the exposed skin there and on her neck. Her mother's hands were clenched on the table as Kelsie worked her shirt up and over her breasts, revealing her lacy, green bra. She moaned at how well the material framed her mother's well-endowed chest.

She'd never consciously thought it before, but Kelsie's mother was incredibly hot. Her thin waist, perfectly sized chest and ass, gorgeous black hair, and beautifully bronzed skin were exactly Kelsie's type. It made sense that so many of her girlfriends looked so much like her mother now.

Kelsie unclipped the front clasp of her mother's bra and almost gasped at how her nipples looked. They were delectably pert and rosy, just waiting to be sucked. Kelsie didn't waste time to do just that, leaning over to slip it into her eager mouth.

Her mother gasped in her ear at the intrusion, her voice uttering a single sound as if she'd protest the violation. But she remained silent. Kelsie wasn't sure anymore if she still refused to speak because of embarrassment from the last few weeks or if she was enjoying it. After all, when was the last time her mother had attention like this? Kelsie certainly couldn't remember a man ever being in her mother's life.

Kelsie subtly let one hand wander lower, first cupping the breast she was nibbling on--getting delightfully restrained moans in her ear again with each nip--then rubbing lower. She stopped just before where she wanted to go, making it seem like she was just holding her body against the chair. To help distract her mother from what she was about to do, Kelsie brought her other hand to pinch and roll the neglected nipple.

Moans filled her ear again, barely cut-off before they could become fully unleashed. Kelsie grinned against the nipple in her mouth and suddenly plunged her hand fully into her mother's underwear, having slowly worked her way under the waistband of her yoga pants and underwear while she was distracted. Kelsie's fingers immediately found her mom's soaking wet folds and started rubbing her clit with the provided lubrication.

Her mother couldn't stop the moans this time. She panted in need in between pleasure-filled moans and groans, grasping at Kelsie's arm as she ground her hips into her hand. Kelsie brought her head up from her mother's nipple to watch the show.

With each graze over her clit, her mom let out a breathless gasp before moaning. Kelsie could tell her mother was close because those moans got higher pitched. So she suddenly dove deep and thrust her well-lubricated finger inside her mother's tight, greedy pussy.

Her mother almost screamed from that, her head thrown back against Kelsie's shoulder. Kelsie kept her thrusting short and fast, curling her finger on the withdraw. Her mother groaned long and deep and her whole body began to spasm. Kelsie could feel a pulsating vice around her finger and knew her mother was cumming.

Her smug grin stayed in place the entire time her mother's orgasm went through her. Kelsie did one last sweep through her mother's soaked underwear before pulling free. She made sure her mother saw as she sat back in her chair and immediately brought those cum-soaked fingers to her own pussy.

Her mother swallowed when she saw. She still never looked directly at Kelsie, but she knew she was watching her. Her mom never fixed her shirt and bra, so Kelsie had the perfect view as she brought herself to orgasm with fingers covered in her mother's juices.

When Kelsie was done, she leaned forward and sucked her mother's nipple in her mouth again one last time. Her mother gasped, like she forgot her breasts were still bare.

"I know you enjoyed that, mom," Kelsie told her with a last lick as she stood up. She started to walk away to get ready for work, knowing that her mother still refused to acknowledge her. But she threw over her shoulder, "Maybe more than you know."

Kelsie was still turned on when she was about to leave. So, she sidetracked to where her mom was washing her dishes from breakfast and pressed herself flush against her mother's back, her hands wandering and squeezing in all of the right places.

With a small nip to her gasping mother's neck, Kelsie withdrew, saying, "I'll see you tonight."

*

What the fuck?

Forget about how her daughter was acting absolutely inappropriate and sex crazed. What bothered Vanessa was how her body was reacting to it. She was completely soaked through before Kelsie had even touched more than her hand, like she was excited at the prospect of letting her daughter masturbate with her again.

What's worse was that she didn't know when she started feeling that way. She was fascinated with Kelsie the night before when she first used her hand. But Vanessa was beginning to think that she was getting turned on long before that. Maybe even when Kelsie first started walking around the house naked.

All Vanessa really knew was that she did enjoy what Kelsie did to her, just like Kelsie had said. She'd loved feeling her breasts and nipples get touched by someone other than herself for the first time in nineteen years. She'd loved feeling wanted and sexy and turned on. And her clit and pussy being touched so skillfully was the best part.

It was no wonder Kelsie's girlfriends always lingered whenever they broke up. Kelsie knew what she was doing, and loved doing it.

And watching--indirectly--as Kelsie put those fingers inside herself, knowing the juices she was putting into her own pussy was from Vanessa...That almost made her cum again. Vanessa was worried when Kelsie felt her up again just before she left for work, thinking that she might've sensed how turned on Vanessa still was.