Forbidden Valentine

I was never more in love with her!

"Would you like to wash Mommy now," she asked.

"Oh yes," I murmured.

Mom handed me the sponge and surrendered her body to me. I'd never bathed a Goddess before! So, I just followed her example. As I washed Mom, I reveled in the softness of her slippery skin, not to mention the buxomness, firmness and overall youthful power of her amazing body.

As I sank to my knees and washed Mom's exquisitely defined and shapely legs, I realized that I wouldn't be able to hold back. Letting my sponge-filled hand glide slowly up the soft, silky and wet flesh of her inner thighs, I gently coaxed those long, powerful and sensuous legs apart. Dropping the sponge, I carefully placed my hand on her mound and massaged the sacred female flesh. I looked up into Mom's face and she was smiling so beautifully at me. I was then utterly hypnotized at the sight of the soap and water cascading down her glistening body in slow, sexy streams that was just so fucking erotic.

Placing my hands on those satiny, slick and glistening hips, I pushed her back up against the smooth granite of the wall and she spread her legs wider. Taking the hand-held shower head, I rinsed her from the waist down and then slid the head between her legs, rolled it and doused her pussy. Mom's body bucked slightly and tensed as I heard a hissing moan of both sensitivity and pleasure filter out of her mouth as the warm water contacted her most delicate and sensitive flesh.

I set the hand-held aside and then looked upon my gorgeous mother. Holding up my hands, Mom understood exactly what I wanted. Taking my hands, she let me pull her gently down and lay her out on her back on the granite floor. Crawling over her like a lioness stalking her prey, I straddled her body and gazed down into her eyes.

"I love you," I mouthed.

"I love you," she mouthed back.

Lowering my full weight down atop her; our bodies virtually melted together, and we kissed; a kiss so long and so deep that I was breathing her air and could taste her very soul. I don't know how long we remained there, but I finally slid out of our kiss and began a very slow, methodical descent of her body.

Now Mom would writhe under my touch, my lips and my tongue. She laid herself completely open to me; in full submission. She was mine for the taking. The warm water was still spraying gently down upon us; the thick cloud of steam completely engulfing us. I kissed, nipped, licked and suckled my way down her long, sexy neck and then over her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell quite rapidly; the intensity of my oral pleasure was stimulating and enticing her immensely.

Down I continued. Mom's leg spread wider as my body slid slowly down hers. I drug my tongue now between her breasts. I sipped the droplets of water beading upon her as I suckled her gorgeous flesh. Coming upon her right nipple that was so immensely erect, I sucked it into my mouth. Mom's body arched upward; pushing it further into my mouth.

She moaned and sighed passionately; her fingers combing through my now saturated hair. Cupping her left breast, I molded that firm and wondrously supple flesh in my fingers. So warm, so slick, so beautiful! I then drug my tongue across her chest, slurping up the warm water and finally took her protruding left nipple in my mouth as I molded her right breast with my other hand.

"Oh, my baby," Mom moaned softly.

I spent a lot of time with her breasts; I just got lost in them. Finally, I continued my journey down my beloved matriarch's immaculate mortal being. Upon her abdomen; from just below her breasts to the peak of her mound, did I painstakingly suckle every morsel of motherly flesh with my lips and lathered every womanly inch and curve with my tongue. Mom's body began to tremor with overwhelming stimulation; both physical and emotional.

She knew I was worshipping the body and flesh from which I'd been created. Never had she been so loved, savored or desired. Again, I don't know how long I remained there. But finally, I slid my body down onto the wet marble floor and devoured the firm flesh of her powerful thighs. By now, Mom's head was rolling from side to side in utter euphoria as some of the most passionate moans and whimpers rose out of her mouth. Her chest was straining for air; rising and falling so forcefully.

Then at last, I placed my hands upon my mother's gorgeous womanhood. Gently opening her, I gazed directly into the portal through which I had entered the world.

Mom was already so intensely aroused; her outer labia was tremendously engorged while her inner folds were well defined; extremely puffy and protruding out like the ripe and flourishing pedals of a lovely tulip. With the flat of my tongue, I gave her a long and luxurious lick, pressing firmly upward. I could feel the intense humid heat of pure lust and desire filtering out of her opening and I inhaled the intoxicating musky scent of a woman aroused.

Mom's body spasmed as my tongue contacted her most sacred of flesh and she sucked in a deep gasping breath. I then swirled my tongue sensually around her opening; nipping playfully at her fleshy pedals and planted soft, loving kisses on her outer labia. I deliberately avoided her clitoris, which I could already tell, wanted desperately to come out and play.

Just then, Mom's hands reached down and gently cupped the sides of my head; lifting it up to face her. She didn't speak, but the stare she gave me was almost indescribable. So full of passion and lust! But most of all, it was full of need. Taking firm hold of her wrists, I pinned them down on the floor on either side of her; gently restraining her.

And with that, I plunged into her; swirling my tongue between her fleshy inner lips and sucking them into my mouth. Mom's back began to flex and bow as her legs began to tremor and twitch. Her entire body strained desperately against a colossal orgasmic eruption building up inside her.

Feeling her arms tremor, I held her wrists firmer as I pressed forward, delving deeper; running my tongue up the inside of her lips and for the first time, swirled the tip of it around her clit. I continued this motion several times; sucking her inner lips and teasing her clit and it wasn't long before Mom's entire body began to thrash about. But I held her firm by her wrists.

Her moaning grew louder and more guttural; soon she was howling as her gasping grew deeper and harder. I delved still deeper; spearing my tongue so deep inside her and swirling it around. I'd then pull back and doused her with luxurious licks, suckling and nibbling the zesty petals of her inner labia before pushing my tongue back inside her.

Mom squealed frantically and her entire body bucked as my tongue entered her. Sealing my mouth firmly around her now drooling and soggy cunt, I probed my tongue inside her still deeper. Her body was spasming; thrashing wildly and tremoring to the core. Her eyes were spinning, and her chest was heaving as I felt her hot nectar pouring onto my tongue and into my mouth.

Slipping my tongue out from within her, I let it drag flat and firm up her slit with another luxurious lick to her little nub of pleasure. Flicking my tongue all about her gorging clit, I released one of her wrists and softly teased her saturated and seething vaginal opening with the tip of my finger. I then snatched her clit carefully between my lips and slipped my finger inside her up to the second knuckle. Mom's body bucked hard, a sharp and deep gasp leapt from her mouth and she seized a handful of my soaking wet hair with her free hand.

I sealed my mouth tightly around her clit and thrashed my tongue mercilessly all about it as I plunged my finger deep inside her seething pussy in search of her g-spot. Within seconds, Mom was shrieking at the top of her lungs as I sucked on her clit and was stimulating her g-spot with my finger. I felt her body seize up, her legs buckle, and a groan of animalistic origins sprung from her mouth as the orgasm detonated like an atomic bomb.

Mom's hot and sultry nectar erupted from inside her like Ole' Faithful, dousing all over my face and in my hair once again. There was so much! When it finally ceased, Mom curled herself into a ball and was shaking violently as she whimpered and wept. I crawled up beside her and cradled her in my arms. She grabbed onto me so forcefully and held me so tight.

"Oh baby, oh my baby," Mom whimpered. "Oh God, what you do to me."

Mom and I lay there for several moments as she slowly recouped and recovered herself. The next thing I knew, I was pinned beneath her body and we were kissing deeply again. Mom's hand slid down between our bodies and was sensually massaging my pussy. Suddenly, she plunged her middle and ring finger deep inside me and butted the palm of her hand right up against my puffy folds and my clit. Slowly and steadily, Mom worked me up into such a frenzy that I was then thrashing about and howling at the top of my lungs. My fingernails were digging deep into Mom's flesh.

"Oh Mommy...." I squealed over and over.

"Cum for Mommy baby," she hissed.

And I did.

If Mom's orgasm was Hiroshima; mine was Nagasaki.

*

About an hour later, Mom and I finally made it into our longed desired bubble bath; and amazingly, there was still enough hot water in the house to fill it. Thank God for tankless water heaters. After sensually sponging each other's bodies, I cuddled up into her arms and leaned into her; sliding my arms around her slick torso, I rested my head on her chest where I could listen to her heart beating.

It was so erotic and romantic.

Mom held me so protectively; periodically kissing me on the forehead and stroking my body so tenderly. Neither of us spoke for the longest time. Then finally:

"Erin," Mom spoke so softly.

"Kim," I replied.

"Oh, so now I'm Kim, huh?" Mom shot back playfully.

"That is your name," I offered.

"And what happened to Mom," she asked. "Or even better, Mommy?"

"She's still right here," I said innocently; snuggling her tighter. "Mom, Mommy, Kim, Kimberly, Captain Gentry. They're all the same beautiful woman whose holding me in her arms at this very moment. The same beautiful woman I love more than life itself. The same beautiful woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." Lifting my head off her chest, I looked up into Mom's eyes and they were welling with tears as a precious smile filled her lips. "The same beautiful woman I want to call my wife."

"Oh sweetie," Mom's voice cracked with emotion.

We kissed so tenderly, and Mom gently stroked my cheek.

"I love you so much," I purred.

"I'll bet I love you more," she told me.

We kissed again.

"Care to put your body where your mouth is," I hissed into her mouth.

"I'd love to," Mom cooed back. "But first...Do you have time to hear another confession?"

"Seriously," I asked. "Right now?"

"Yes," Mom stated pretty matter of factly.

"Oh," I sighed deeply. "I guess...Anything for you!"

"Thank you," Mom chirped and kissed me.

"You're welcome," I replied as Mom cuddled me up in her arms beside her and then cupped my chin.

"I heard you say something last night that disturbed me," Mom began. "Now granted, I probably was not intended to hear it; but I did."

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"I was in your room last night longer than you realize," Mom explained. "When I first entered, I came right up to the bathroom door and was just about to come in when I heard your voice."

"Oh," I tried to lower my head, but Mom wouldn't let me.

"You said, and I quote: Talk about a terrible waste of such wonderful gifts," Mom went on.

"I was just feeling sorry for myself," I began.

"I know you were," Mom said. "But I need you to understand something very important."

"Okay," I whispered.

"First of all," Mom stated. "You're not me. And thank God that you're not. Because if you were me, then you wouldn't be you. And just what do you think that would do to me if I didn't have you?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"It would destroy me," Mom told me. "But then again, if I didn't have you; I wouldn't want to live anyway. And the truth of the matter is: If I didn't have you or hadn't ever had you, I wouldn't be the woman I am."

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"Every fiber of my body, my mind, my heart and my soul are what they are solely because of you," Mom spoke so passionately. "You made me the woman I am. Those divine beauties that you said I embodied; they're all from you and because of you! Conceiving you, giving birth to you and raising you defined my very existence and shaped me as a woman and as a human being! Not my education, not my military service or my career -- You! Sweetheart, the reason I didn't give you all those divine beauties as you claimed was because they weren't mine to give. They weren't mine at all. They were yours! My love, I didn't give you beauty; you gave it to me!"

Tears were now racing down my cheeks in droves.

"Oh Mom," I managed to stammer.

"And one day, when you have a beautiful little girl of your own," Mom offered sincerely. "Then maybe you will truly understand just what I mean and what I feel."

Rather prophetic words! Of course, I didn't realize that then. In truth, I barely even heard them for I was so wrapped up in loving her. But I often wonder if Mom didn't somehow already know at that moment that I was pregnant.

*

My daughter's name is Madeline. Madeline Kimberly Gentry.

She was named in honor of her grandmothers: Greg's mother, Madeline McNamara; who sadly passed away just a month before her granddaughter was born. And of course, Mom; whom Madeline has always called "Glama". Yes, one heedless decision and one cavalier act in the throes of intense passion dramatically changed the course of three lives forever while creating a precious fourth life in the process.

In the days that followed that passionate Valentine's night, Mom and I really made up for lost time. We never bothered to dress and for the most part, never left our bedroom; except for the occasional and necessary raid the refrigerator run. Funny how such carnal and animalistic sex tends to furiously burn calories. But not all of it was so wild. At times, the physical passion between us was so tender and devoted that it completely overwhelmed us emotionally.

Finally, Mom went back to work, I went back to school and our lives went on. We agreed that we were going to take things very slowly and discreetly in terms of an actual romantic relationship between us. So, Mom and Greg continued to see one another, and I even managed a date or two myself as Greg introduced me to his twenty-three-year-old son, Kyle. A virtual clone of his father physically and intellectually, I initially had very high hopes. But then on our third date, Kyle decided it was time to come out of the closet to the world.

But then in early March came Greg's forty-eighth birthday. As Mom was going to be away on a trip, she asked me to once again act as his gift. I was only too happy to oblige. So, with Mom's key to Greg's penthouse, I slipped into his bedroom on the night of his birthday and stretched out on his bed with nothing but three little wrapping bows covering me. One on each of my nipples and the third on my pussy. There was also a sexy card from Mom lying on my tummy.

And as with most gifts for little boys, the card was ignored.

That night I experienced some of the most intense physical pleasure I'd ever known in my life; at least, with a man. Greg fucked me so hard and furiously at one point that I wondered if he was trying to compensate for Kyle. He even fucked me in the ass. Then at another point in the night, he was so very tender and attentive; truly and passionately making love to me. In the end, I was forever grateful for having had that night alone with Greg as it allowed me the pride and joy of telling Madeline that she was conceived in love; not lust.

And by mid-May, I knew. I didn't need a doctor or a home test to tell me. I just knew. A woman knows her body and what it's telling her; particularly when it was a fine-tuned as mine. But before I told Mom and Greg, I did have it confirmed by a home test and a doctor. Just like my mother - I got pregnant on Valentine's Day and was due to give birth on or about Thanksgiving. But Madeline was born almost a month premature; and as we came to discover, that is so her! Always in the biggest goddamn hurry to get everywhere and to do absolutely everything. My daughter literally races through life.

Greg always said that she's perpetually just one step ahead of a conniption fit.

There was never the slightest doubt as to whether I would have the baby. My pregnancy did end Mom and Greg's romantic pursuits however; yet they somehow remained friendly. And the possibility of Greg and I getting involved or marrying was never even explored or discussed. But he was at my bedside when Madeline was born; as was Mom.

In the end, Greg had his attorney set up a very handsome allowance of monthly child support payments to me until Madeline's eighteenth birthday. He was also a very participative and devoted father right up till the day of his death in a tragic boating accident off the Florida Keys when Madeline was nine. In his Will, Greg divided his estate, consisting of sixteen million dollars, between his son Kyle and Madeline. So, eight million dollars was put in a Trust for Madeline, naming me as Trustee until her twenty-first birthday.

While Madeline's arrival interrupted my educational goals as well as my ability to play volleyball, it was only temporary. With Mom and Greg's help, I ultimately finished my bachelor's degree and then went on to earn my law degree, also from Duke University.

So, what about Mom and me?

The night we brought Madeline home from the hospital and finally got her to sleep, we crawled into bed where Mom slipped a beautiful diamond band on my left ring finger. She then handed me an identical diamond band and I slipped it on hers. We then each professed our deepest love for the other and whatever else was on our hearts and in our souls at that moment; and we called those our wedding vows.

Mom and I remained entirely devoted and completely committed to one another from that night forward. And we raised Madeline together, as any devoted couple would. But to Madeline, we were just Mama and Glama. We were a beautiful family.

*

As I write now, it's once again February 14th.

Madeline celebrated her twentieth birthday just this past October; on Halloween no less, while I celebrated my forty-first birthday the day after Thanksgiving. My daughter has grown into such a stunning and exotically beautiful young woman with a thick and alluring maim of long, wavy black hair; dazzling dark emerald green eyes and utterly gorgeous olive skin. Among other gifts from her father, she is brilliant, articulate, savvy and remarkably captivating.

Standing a stately 5'10" with the same slender, lean athletic build and physique of her mother, as well as the magnificently long, sexy and pristine hourglass figure, bone structure and posture of her grandmother; not to mention possessing the same tenacity and vitality, Madeline carries on the athletic family tradition. She was an All-State Championship volleyball player throughout high school and is now an NCAA player for the Lady Hurricanes at the University of Miami.

Given her energy level and her approach to life, what better mascot for Madeline than a Hurricane? She already is one. Her teammates and her fans call her "Wonder Woman"; not only for her amazing abilities and performance on the court, but also because she so strongly resembles the actress Gal Gadot, who played Wonder Woman on the big screen.

She was the NCAA MVP the last two years.

The last four years have been very trying for us; beginning on Madeline's sixteenth birthday. Eerily reminiscent of her mother's sixteenth birthday, my daughter's sweet sixteen was likewise, a horrible nightmare.