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The Visit - Part 4
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STORY: The Visit - Part 4
As Janet and Karen lay entwined together on the couch recovering
from Janet's massive orgasm the phone rang. Karen lethargically
removed herself from her mother's embrace and, on unsteady legs,
went to the table in the foyer to answer it. In a couple of seconds
she called to Janet, "It's for you, mother!"
"Who is it?" Janet called back, the sound of irritation mixed with
fatigue clearly audible in her voice.
After about ten seconds Karen appeared in the living room again and
said, "It's for you, mom. They said it's extremely important - long
distance." Janet rolled off the couch while grabbing at her clothing
and went to take the call. In about three minutes she returned,
now shabbily clad in her blouse and shorts, and stood in front of
her topless daughter and stated angrily, "Well, there's trouble.
It's with my best account. Something about a foul up in the title
search as well as the financing. This deal could make me a bundle
and I've got to go back and straighten it out. Please don't be mad,
dear, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Karen looked up at her mother with sadness written all over her
face, but didn't say anything. Then she stood up and took a step
toward Janet and flung her arms around her. Janet hugged Karen
closely to her and they stood like this for some moments until
Janet pulled away saying, "I've got to catch the first flight out
of O'Hare. Would you be so good as to call me a cab while I try to
get myself in some sort of order."
Karen moved listlessly, putting on her crumpled, milk stained blouse
and then went into the kitchen to get the phone book. She called
the cab company and ordered her mother's cab and then just went
back to the couch and lay down. She must have dozed off for in a
little while she was startled to hear her mother open the front
door and hand out a suitcase to a strange man. Janet gave the man
some instructions and told him she would be out in a moment. Then
she went over to her daughter who had just sat up and bent down to
give her a hug. Instead, Karen took her mother's face between both
of her hands and, parting her lips slightly, planted her full mouth
directly on her startled mother's newly lip-sticked lips. Karen
then forced her tongue between her mother's lips and teeth until
she couldn't get it any further into her mouth. Janet didn't resist
her daughter's insistent kiss, but she didn't get active herself,
pulling away after a few moments.
"I really have to go, dear. Don't worry. I'll call as soon as I
know what's going on." And with that she was quickly out the door
and gone, the sound of the taxi fading in the distance.
Karen spent the rest of the day in a daze comprised of a mixture
of guilt tinged with an almost vicious edge of sexual arousal. As
she fed the baby, who finally decided it was hungry, and washed
dishes and cleaned the place up she was constantly aware of her
swollen pussy lips. It also seemed to her that her nipples had
never before been so sensitive. She had actually gotten excited
with the baby nursing at her breast while thoughts of her mother's
mouth sucking, tonguing and licking her nipple ran rampant in her
consciousness. The day wore on and on and as it turned into evening
she began to relax a little although she was still aimlessly
distracted to the point that she watched an hour's worth of
television, but five minutes later had forgotten what she saw.
Bringing the baby with her she went to her bedroom to go to bed.
She was exhausted.
With the baby in its crib, she crawled under the covers after
turning out the lights but sleep just wouldn't come. Karen finally
decided that what she needed to get to sleep was a good thorough
psyche cleansing orgasm. 'Fuck it,' she thought to herself, 'I
don't care if I am excited about having sex with my own mother!
I'm just going to do it!'
She then threw off the covers and spread her legs as wide as possible
and began to frig her wet pussy. As she continued to masturbate
she got hotter and hotter and she was just about there when the
thought from that morning about eating her mother came to her. This
got her even hotter. She knew now that this is something she really
wanted to do. She wanted to give her mother an orgasm with her
lips and tongue. It was crazy, but that's what she wanted. The
fantasy was driving her wild, but it also had the curious effect
of making her not able to cum in spite of her excitement. No matter
how she moved her hand or how rapidly or hard or soft, she just
couldn't make it cum. She finally stopped for a minute to give
herself a rest.
'Maybe what I need is something stuffed up my cunt. Maybe that'll
bring me off,' she thought. Rolling sideways, she opened the
nightstand drawer and searched blindly for the vibrating dildo she
had put back that morning, never having gotten a chance to use it.
Finally grasping it in her hand, she rolled back over again with
legs spread and quickly jammed the cold instrument straight into
her cunt. She was so well lubricated that there wasn't the slightest
pull or friction; it just sailed right on in and up to the hilt.
She then twisted the plastic cap and it began its familiar hum
sending subtle waves of pleasure through her vaginal walls into
the surrounding abdominal area. As it hummed along she again began
to masturbate herself with one hand, the other moving the buried
dildo slightly in and out of her vagina.
Once again she got right to the point of cumming but couldn't bring
herself over the edge. This time she didn't stop. Without thinking
she quickly removed the dildo from her cunt and placed the tip
against her anus. She hesitated only a moment while a fleeting
thought of how perverse her next action would make her before she
pushed the soaking piece of plastic with all the force she could
muster in her tired arm. The tip penetrated the anal ring and
stopped about an inch inside her rectum when at the same time
Karen's body exploded. The surprise was so great it caused Karen
to let go her grip on the dildo as she moved her hand automatically
up to her breast to tweak her horny nipple. The resulting first
wave orgasmic contraction was of such force that it put enough
pressure on the slightly tapered tip of the dildo to force it from
her asshole. As it fell out she confusedly reached with her other
hand and jammed her middle finger in its place. Lubrication was
abundant and when her finger was buried as far up as it would go she
began to quickly finger fuck her asshole. The orgasm was marvelous and at
last she felt totally worn out but relaxed. In this state she closed her
eyes.
It wasn't but a few seconds before she was almost asleep when the
phone on the bedside began to ring. Reaching out a hand she brought
the phone to her ear and hoarsely said, "Lo?"
"Dear, is that you Karen?"
"Oh, mother, yes, hi - where are you?"
"I'm home, now. I went straight to the office from the airport.
What a mess. Are you alright, Karen? You sound like you're not
well."
"I'm OK now mother," Karen said, and then added teasingly, "I just
jerked off the to most amazing cum I've ever had."
"Karen!" Janet retorted in a scolding voice, but softened it
immediately as she continued, "well - I'm happy for you dear. I'm
just sorry I wasn't there with you."
"You will be - won't you, mother? - soon?"
"Yes, darling. I think I can get this wrapped up sometime tomorrow
morning. Do you want me to take the plane back in the afternoon.
I could be back by nine tomorrow night!"
"Oh, yes, mother. Do it. Do you want me to pick you up?"
"No. I'd rather you prepared a nice homecoming for me. We can have
a real nice late evening get together when I get back. What do you
say?"
"Oh, mom. Yes, of course. Are you OK?" and now there was a hint of
worry as Karen voiced the question.
"Yes, darling, I'm just fine. As a matter of fact, I did it before
you did!" she said cheerily.
"Huh? You did what, mother?"
"Well, uh, I got off before you did. I was so worked up that half
way through the flight I just put a blanket over me and put my hand
under my skirt and masturbated. The flight wasn't even a third full
- midday, you know - and hardly a soul around although I think the
stewardess knew what was going on. If I hadn't had so much to do
I would have gone for her. I think she would have gone for it, too.
Ah, well . . . another time. I've got to run, dear. It's two hours
earlier here than there but I've got to get some sleep. I'll call and
let you know what time I'll be in tomorrow. Sweet dreams, dear."
"OK, mom. And be good on your way back. And don't bring any
stewardesses with you. I want you all to myself!"
"Not to worry, my darling. Bye." Click the phone went as Janet hung
up.
Karen just lay there holding the phone cradled between her large
breasts, contented now that she was sure everything was alright
between her and her mother. She couldn't wait for tomorrow night
. . . and she was fast asleep.
The next day passed quickly for Karen. What with house chores,
shopping, lunch with her friend Nancy and various other things the
time flew by. She was also surprised by the fact that she wasn't
more preoccupied with her mother and yesterday's events. She felt
good and was looking forward to her mother's return that evening.
At 1:45 that afternoon her mother called from L.A. International and
told Karen she would be in on the 8:30 flight, which was just now
leaving and again, not to worry about picking her up - she would
take a cab.
As the time for Janet to be back grew near Karen began to arrange
things in a way she thought would create a romantic atmosphere.
She got a bottle of champagne cooled down, laid out a couple of
glasses, made sure the living room looked pleasant and lowered the
lights to very dim. She even put out a couple of candles and lit
them, shutting off the lights entirely. Luckily the baby was
cooperating as well and was sound asleep. She then went upstairs
to change into something that would appeal to her mother's libido.
She had just one garter belt, black, which she put on along with
a pair of black hose, but no panties. Along with high heels she
chose a short black skirt that came up above her knees and a sheer
white blouse that was almost a see-thru. The only problem she had
was in trying to decide whether to wear a bra or not. She finally
decided that since her breasts were firm enough to stand out on
their own she wouldn't wear one. She consciously admitted to herself
that she wanted her mother to be able to get a really good look at her
protrubent nipples which showed clearly through the shear material of the
blouse.
Having put on a small gold necklace and pair of earings she stood
looking at herself in the full-length bedroom mirror and was
pleasantly surprised at the image which was reflected back to her.
She had been afraid of looking too much like a whore and was pleased
to see that she didn't appear that way to herself. She did look
nice and fetching, though. Especially enticing was the fact that
her very dark, large nipples and areolae were plainly visible
through the blouse, riding high on her milk swollen breasts.
Then she began to wonder if maybe her mother really did want her
to look like a slut. Maybe that turned her on. With that in mind,
the last thing she did was apply a thick layer of blood-red
lipstick much more heavily than normal. There, she thought,
I'll concede that one little point. If she doesn't like it, it'll
easily be fixed.
Just as she put the last touch to her lips she heard the front door
open and close. It had to be her mother and she was a little early.
She was the only one who had the key. Karen took one last nervous
look at herself in the mirror and headed downstairs in anticipation
of a wonderful evening. She paused at the top of the stairs just
long enough to grasp her nipples through the blouse and pull on
them, making them jut out even further than their normal size.
Seeing her daughter coming down the stairs was somewhat of a shock
for Janet. Karen was absolutely stunning, she thought, as she stood
glued to the spot with her mouth half open. Halfway down the stairs
Karen looked at her and smiled sexily and said, "Hi, mom. Have a
good flight?"
Janet didn't answer as she walked over to the bottom of the stairway
to wait for her daughter without ever taking her eyes off of her.
When Karen was on the last step her mother opened her arms and the
two women fell into a tight, almost smothering, embrace. After a
moment they both moved their heads back and look deeply into each
others' eyes before coming together for a deep soul kiss the likes
of which neither one had ever experienced before. With their arms
around each other and their bodies pressed as together as closely
as humanly possible they stayed locked in the embrace as each one's
mouth, lips and tongues attempted to devour the other. Both were
panting heavily as they came apart and Janet took Karen's hand and
led her over to the sofa where they both sat on the edge of the
cushions half turned toward one another.
Karen took this opportunity to really look at her mother for the
first time. Janet was dressed in one of her severe gray business
suits which was offset, however, by an elegant off-white silk
blouse buttoned to the throat and a very feminie, wide black silk
scarf around her neck under the wide blouse collar. She also had
on matching high heels and sheer charcoal colored hose. Somehow,
this all enhanced Janet's beautiful wavy blond hair and tanned skin
and Karen was stirred deeply to know that even though her mother
was getting on in years she was still quite beautiful. And sexy!
Not knowing where any of this was coming from, Karen continued to
look at her mother and finally got up the courage to state, "Mother,
I want you. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I've been sexed up all
day long just thinking about your body and what I want to do to
it."
When Janet started to interrupt, Karen said, "No, wait--let me finish.
I've got to say this even if it sounds weird and perverted, but
I've just got to say it. I've never been so horny before in my life
for another person. I don't understand it, but I really don't care
anymore. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong or whether
you're my mother or not or whether it's incest or whatever, I just
know how I feel and what I want to do. I love you and I want you.
And I want you to love and want me, too, please." Karen was actually
panting at the end of this speech, both from having uttered it in
one breath as well as from being sexually aroused by the woman
sitting next to her. Nonetheless, she felt glad that she had come
out in the open with it at last. And now she would wait and see
what her mother's position was going to be.
"Oh, Karen," Janet sighed dropping her head, "I know, darling. I
feel the same way. I do." Now she took one of Karen's hands in her
own and continued, "And I don't know how to handle it all. I don't
want to hurt you or make your life any more miserable than your
father and I have already made it. Please know that, dear."
"I do, mother, I do," Karen voiced fervently and raised her mother's
hand to her lips and bussed it lightly with her lips.
"Are you sure you really know what you want, Karen?" Janet queried
anxiously.
Emboldened now Karen said, "Oh, yes, mother, I do. I simply want
to fuck you and have you fuck me. Right now I don't care about
anything else in the world." With that Karen reached over and
inserted her hand inside her mother's suit jacket and cupped her
small breast and squeezed. "I so much want to make you happy and
feel good. I want to make you cum. Please let me make you cum,"
Karen almost pleaded as she continued to fondle her mother's breast,
feeling the large nipple becoming erect throught the blouse and
bra.
Janet just sat there with her hands in her lap and her eyes closed
and let her daughter feel her up.
"Oh hell, I don't believe this is happening," she said eventually
as Karen's fingers continued to roll her erected nipple between
her fingers. "I can't tell you how wet I've been all day just
thinking about what could happen tonight. And here we are! And it
IS happening."
"Mother, there's just one thing I need to know."
"Yes, darling, what's that?"
"Do you remember that incident years ago when I was staying in
California my last summer visit after . . ."
"What about it?"
"Do you remember me coming into the room when you and another woman
were . . . uh . . . you know . . . having sex together."
"You remember that, do you?" Janet said.
"Mother! How could I forget it? I was never more shocked in my
whole life!"
"Well, yeah, I guess. I kind of hoped you'd forget about that. I
mean, it's not something a mother cares to have her daughter
witness."
"But I can't forget it. Couldn't. Won't ever."
Turning her head to Karen, Janet asked, "I know it was shocking,
but it appears now that it had some other effects on you as well,
huh?"
"Indeed! I hate to admit this, but I've been masturbating to that
fantasy ever since. But it wasn't until yesterday morning -- no,
actually, when you gave me the enema the night before that I first
started to admit that I was sexually attracted to you."
When Janet didn't comment on this Karen became immediately concerned
and followed with, "Mother, you're not just doing this out of
kindness, are you? I mean you're not just doing this to make me
feel good?"
"You can rest easy on that count, dear. Up until yesterday morning
I never had any idea something like this would happen. But when I
saw you getting excited by having your nipples manipulated it had
a very sudden and tremendous effect on me. For whatever reason,
and I don't understand it, I got really horny myself just watching
you. But the capper was when you asked me to suck your tits. That
did it. I still have the taste of your milk in my mouth whenever
I think about us. And watching you cum and then having you watch
me cum -- that cemented it."
With that confession both women grew silent. After a few moments
Janet reached up and removed her daughter's hand from her breast
following which she took off her suit jacket and lay it over the
back of the sofa. Turning again to Karen she said, "I see you have
a bottle of bubbly. How 'bout we have a sip?"
"OK," Karen answered and stood up to fetch the already opened bottle
and a couple of glasses. She handed one glass to her mother and
resat herself. Then she poured for both of them after which Janet
raised her glass and said, "To us, dear loved one. Even if I am
your mother."
Karen raised her own glass and said simply, "To us." Both women
drained their glasses and set them down simultaneously on the coffee
table.
After an uncomfortable moment or two when both women were anxious
to get something started, but neither knew how, Janet piped up,
"Dear, now that you did ask, there is something that you can do
for me - eventually - if you wouldn't mind."
Karen just tilted her head slightly to one side and looked at her
mother lovingly and said, "Of course, mom. What is it?"
"Well," Janet said, inhaling deeply, "and I know this sounds a bit
lewd, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind masturbating
in front of me. I mean, all by yourself, just as if you were alone,
with me watching. Could you do that?"
Karen wasn't in the least taken back. It was just what she wanted
to hear and she said, "Absolutely. I'll do anything -- anything --
you want. And you can do anything you want to me. I really want
you, mom and if this is something that will please you and turn
you on, then I'll do it. I really got turned on watching you jack
off and if you could do it in front of me then I can't see why I
shouldn't be able to do it for you, too. Do you want me to do it
right here and now."
"Uh, not necessarily, unless you just want to. It can be anytime;
I just had this fantasy about watching you make yourself cum. I
love watching other people masturbate themselves and I'd love seeing
you doing it to yourself - especially the part where you suck your
own nipple!"
"Oh, god, mother, just hearing you talk like this is making me
sopping wet. Please kiss me," Karen pleaded.
Closing the small gap between them, Janet leaned forward and lightly
pressed her lips to those of her daughter. The kiss started chastely
enough, but it wasn't a couple of seconds before Karen took her
mother's face in both of her hands and began kissing her in earnest.
She opened her mouth and drove her tongue forcefully between her
mother's lips and teeth and was met by her mother's tongue. Karen
was now sexed up to the extent that just kissing was not satisfying
her needs. Moving her mouth from Janet's lips but still holding
her head she began to kiss her neck. Extending her wet tongue she
began to bathe Janet's entire neck area with it and moved up to
her ears. Pushing the golden blond hair back she stuck her tongue
directly into the ear and began to use an in-and-out fucking
motion which made Janet shiver and cause the small hairs on the
back of her neck to rise.
Finished with one ear, Karen turned her mother's head to the other
side and attacked the other ear in the same fashion. When that ear
was drenched Karen began to use long lapping motions with both her
head and tongue the way a cat licks itself and started licking her
mother's entire face. Janet just sat, stunned at the strength of
her daughter's obvious arousal but was really astonished when, her
whole face now slick with Karen's sweet smelling saliva, her daughter
began to lick not only her eyes and then her nose, but inserted
her tongue right into her nose and used the same fucking motion
that she had used on her ears.
Janet couldn't believe how terribly erotic is was to have her
daughter running her tongue in and out of her nostrils. It was
something she had never felt before, nor even considered. Sensing
at this point that Karen was totally losing control of herself
Janet decided to try and slow things down. She firmly grasped her
by the shoulders and pushed her back away from herself gently,
looking at her.
"Oh, darling, you look absolutely smashing in that outfit. I guess
I forgot to tell you. It's very, uh . . . stimulating, I guess,
for want of a better word." Casting her eyes downward she continued,
"I especially like the way I can see your nipples through that
tight blouse."
Although she was now panting openly, Karen sensed the change of
pace and went along with it saying, "I noticed you've had a problem
looking me in the eye this evening."
"Well, you can't blame me, can you. It makes my own nipples hard
just looking at yours. I was glad to hear you say that no other
woman has ever sucked them -- I would be very, very jealous if they
had."
"You're the first and only one, mother."
"Are you going to let me do it to you again, dear?"
"All you want, mother, all you want." Karen slumped back into the
sofa cushions and began to unbutton her blouse. When she had it
down to the last three buttons she stopped and pulled it apart
without pulling it out of the skirt waist. Reaching in with her
hands she then brought both of her milk laden breasts out, their
dark hued skin tone contrasting sharply with the white blouse now
framing them."
Looking over at her mother's still spit-slick face she said, "They're
all yours, mother."
End of Part 4 - The Visit
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