Hidden In the Snow Ch. 02

Julie stared at her cousin's nude figure, her eyes blazing, her head reeling.

"I never..." She paused, kept her mouth ajar and struggled to finish her sentence.

"You never what?"

"I... I never imagined how... turned on I can get from seeing a... you know, a p-p-pussy," she stuttered with some shame over the last word, which was one of the many blue words that weren't part of her regular vernacular before. Of course this wasn't the same Julie of before. This was the new Julie.

Bailey ran her hand between her legs and smirked with content. She said, "I know what you mean, sweet cousin. I still get turned on every time I see my mother's pussy, or even now that I see yours. "

My mother's pussy, Julie thought, as sudden image of her mother popped inside her head. Her mother. Naked. The picture in her head was vividly sexy and exquisitely detailed. She could trace every curve and contour of her forty-eight-year-old body. Spot any fold or wrinkle on the skin. She could see her nipples poking out prominently of the outline of her ripe breasts, begging, in the clear light of her vision, to be ceased by her mouth. Her smoothly tanned tummy gracefully pouched out a little at the waist. Below, her glorious mound, covered by a wealth of fine golden curls of hair, each wisp of hair drenched with a powerful odor of sex. Her rosy cunt lips peeking out from the golden patch, swollen and wet, hankering to be stroked by Julie's tongue. And as crazy, even downright demented, it may have sounded in the past, she did see herself lapping from her own mother's twat. The taste buds on Julie's tongue came alive; they begged for a taste of Debra. They ached for it.

"Make a little room for me," Bailey's voice echoed above Julie. She climbed on top of her cousin till each head paralleled with each pussy.

Julie, who was momentarily lost in her fantasy world, snapped back into reality - as much as you can call this lustful new venture a reality. She peeked up and saw directly into her cousin's pink ravine, its clit dangling conspicuously at the apex. Her brain was reeling; so many things were happening so quickly. Her desires and wants swiftly transitioned into actions, making room for new desires to formulate.

Then, they ate each other out, just like Bailey had dreamed.

Julie grabbed her cousin's ass, squeezing each tight cheek between her fingers, and restrained the squirming pelvis above her face. Sweet scent of teen hormones descended from the dampness and filtered straight into her lungs. Before she could take it all in, she felt that magical tongue once again sweeping over her pussy, and a mouth closing over her bulging clit. The quivers started in her knees but quickly transitioned to her thighs and waist and torso. Her nipples ached with bursting pleasure. She felt the orgasm building up inside her like a whirlwind; it was the well-known feeling of impending release, only magnified into something much greater and much more overwhelming. The feeling of hotness conquered every fiber of her body.

In her moment of pleasure and self indulgence, The Old Julie was able to slip one final thought: it's your cousin, Julie. Your cousin! It's depraved. It's wrong. It incestuous! But that voice, that whisper, was drowned by the growing voices of her lust. It was overpowered by the voices that wanted to satisfy her carnality.

"Oh!" Bailey jerked as her own pussy was conquered by her cousin's virgin mouth.

Julie vibrated with emotions as her tongue delved further into uncharted waters. The feeling was so powerful that she could only mourn the fact that she hadn't been exposed to this lifestyle before, yet rejoice over the fact that eventually this lifestyle had caught up with her.

"Oh, fuck mommy! Fuck yes!"Bailey moaned excitedly as Julie's tongue punched every trigger in her pussy. She wasn't even aware that she had cried her mommy's name. It was a force of habit. But no one noticed and no one cared.

The long couch at the heart of the living room rocked madly as memories of sex were embedded within its fibers. The fireplace hissed and crackled with aged oak, its glow shone beautifully over the two wet bodies.

"Ohhmmm... yeah... right there baby! Right there!" Bailey frantically cried.

"Oh yes, yes... oh, fuck me..." Julie moaned as her own clit throbbed in her cousin's mouth.

Eventually their orgasms came crashing down on them like a tidal wave.

Julie smiled because she truly believed she found peace. She made a choice - much like her mother and aunt years ago - to walk a path. And it was a damn good path.

Bailey rolled off of Julie and dropped onto the carpeted floor. Her lips glistened with her cousin's juices. Her breathing grew shallow as her orgasm slowly ebbed away.

Julie peered down from the couch - her own body feeling like it was poked with a thousand warm needles - and saw her young cousin collapsed on the floor (that devilish smile still on her face, though). She wanted to say something, but her physical resources were exhausted. So she just lay there, rubbing on her pussy, and drifting along the waves of her subsiding orgasm.

"Listen, Jules," Bailey said in a low and husky voice. "How about me and you go get ourselves more comfortable? Let's go up to my room, on the big bed."

Julie rolled on her side and tilted her head down. Her face hovered over Bailey's, who was lying prone on the floor, still shivering from her orgasm.

"I would love to, sweetheart, but... I think I wanna make a different visit first."

"Oh?"

Julie cocked her eyebrow at Bailey and softly gestured with her head towards the upstairs landing.

Now Bailey got it. "Oh! You mean... your mother."

Julie, with her face pillowed over her folded arm, stared down at her nude cousin. "How fucked up is this, seriously?"

"It's not," Bailey answered to the hovering face. "I told you; don't get caught up in what other people think. Get caught up in what you think. And right now you're thinking: Man, there's a woman upstairs and I wanna get naked with her, and I wanna taste her. Shit - I wanna fuck her! And you know what; she's upstairs thinking the same about you. And at the end of the day, you two will be the only ones to know about it. The only ones that really mattered."

Such simple truths she spoke, Julie thought. Simple and easy. Maybe it is time to look at the world, not through the eyes of a soon-to-be-lawyer, but through the eyes of something much simpler than that. Bailey was a creature of impulse, her heart over-weighed her brain. Maybe it was time to take a page from her book.

"You're right." Julie sat up. Her mind was lucid and her decision had been made.

"Of course I am," Bailey muttered with a smile.

Julie got up from the couch. Her legs felt wobbly like the night before, when she caught her cousin and her aunt having sex - though, the memory somewhat felt old, like it happened to an older version of her, in a different universe.

She walked towards the stairwell, giving Bailey a nice glance of her nude figure walking away. Her long sleek legs moved seductively across the hardwood. The dim light reflected beautifully off her taut skin. The well defined muscles on her peachy ass flexed and relaxed with each step she took. That very ass would later on become the focal point of Bailey's night-time masturbations.

"Hey, Jules!"

Julie groped at the staircase's steel handrail, and glanced over her shoulder. She saw Bailey's round pumpkin smile, peeking at her from behind the long couch.

"I dunno if you're up to it, but in case you are - go to my bedroom and look under the covers."

Julie's mouth opened; she was about to ask something, but quickly gave up. She glanced down at her body and saw nothing but skin. She realized the absurdity of sauntering around nude in the very house she had visited on vacations ever since she was a child. Now she was about to walk into her mother's room and proceed with an act that would most likely shatter any memory she had in this place to tiny bits and pieces. But she had already made peace with it. And as for the rest of society, as Bailey had put it so eloquently: screw those people. Screw them. And without even noticing, she was already standing at the top of the stairwell.

*****

The last time she saw her mother was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing a very revealing crimson colored nightgown. Since then, more than an hour had passed. So much had happened during this short time, Julie realized.

She peeked inside her room and found it dark and empty. Her mother, no doubt, went back to her own room. It was long after midnight, Julie thought, and Debra may have already gone to sleep. But somehow she suspected otherwise. Somehow she knew her mother was more than awake.

She went inside Bailey's room first. She looked around it and instantly noticed how the door to the adjoining shower-room was left wide open. Sitting naked on Bailey's bed, she could see the small window above the shower-room's mirror that started all of this. What she saw from that window still danced lucidly in her head: mother and daughter, playing into each other's fantasies and dirty secrets. She remembered watching them at first was like staring at two outsiders invading her own delicate reality. But very quickly she began to feel like she was the outsider who was looking in. And she remembered jealousy burning in her heart. And of course she couldn't forget the increasing feeling of arousal. Oh, how aroused she had felt at that moment. Maybe it was wrong to think that way - or at least the little whisper in her head still demanded - but she had to be truthful with herself. And the truth was that she was excited watching Krystal and Bailey, and she was excited when her mother touched her. It was time to share her excitement with the others. What she had with Bailey was amazing, and now she was ready for the next step - the big step.

Look under the covers, Bailey had said. She picked up the heavy blanket from the bed. Now what do you got under here, Bai?

She searched across the mattress but it didn't take her long to notice it. She moved closer to it, fixed on it with eyes that wouldn't close, and felt her heart thumping stronger the closer she reached. She looked at it; the first one of these things she had ever seen in person. Its figure was harsh and unyielding. It looked like a medieval torture device, but she sensed no tortures came from it. In fact, just by looking at its crude and purposeful shape, it breathed familiar sensations in Julie's pussy; a warm twinge between her legs like a deep and hollow void looking for fulfillment. Julie picked up the impressively sized strap-on with her small hands. She recognized the black leather harness which made her stare once again at the small window in the shower-room. It was the same strap-on she saw Krystal using on Bailey. For no reason she could understand, Julie drew the rubber cock close to her nose and took a hearty whiff from it. There was a smell that she recognized and liked.

She stood with the phallic rubber in her hands. Grasping at the base of the rubber cock with both hands, she positioned the toy over her pubic bone as if she was a man holding his erection. She licked her lips and slowly began to thrust her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion.

I wonder if mom would let me use this on her. She swept her tongue over her lips again. I wonder if she would want to use this on me. Her knees swayed forward and the cock was buried deeper inside the phantom pussy in front of her. And can I even take this thing inside me? It's so damn... big! Then she started hearing phantom moans. The voices came from her head but it sounded a lot like her mother. Oh yes, you like that? The Debra voice in her head said yes. I know you do. Her hips rocked manically as the phantom moans grew louder. And then there was a climax and even Julie, who only played a game of pretence, shuddered with excitement.

It was then that Julie knew she was completely committed to what she was about to do. And she had no doubt that it would be incredible.

*****

Maybe for the first time since her early childhood days, Julie stood stark-naked in front of her mother. Of course she no longer possessed the body of a child, but in the passing years she had taken the form of a gorgeous young lady, whose stunning body was well appreciated even when it's fully clad.

She paced towards Debra, who was lying on the bed, reading a novel. The older woman's face was red with shock, the book slipped from her hands. Under the orange lightning of the room, she actually looked ten years younger than her real age.

Debra watched her daughter as she strolled naked in her direction. She was moving in dreamy slow-paced strides, like a model on a runway. Debra marveled at the flat clean belly; the generous swell of her breasts; the strong slender legs; and between the legs - a milky pink protrusion. And there was something she spotted in her hands. Some dark belt with a skin-colored rubber shaft attached to it.

It was a strap-on. Now she saw it clear as day. Her young daughter, her pride and joy, who was such a level-headed kid, and who she had just an hour ago ran from her hands after trying to force her old ways upon her, was moving naked in her direction with a sex-toy in hand.

"Jules?"

Julie slowly sat on the bed and turned her torso towards her mother. When their eyes met it was almost like the rest of the world around them was moving at a different and much slower pace. Julie stroked her mother on the cheek. Her hand was light and loving.

"I'm sorry I stormed off on you earlier."

Debra took a deep breath."No, it's okay." She scanned her daughter's body. She would have pinched herself to make sure all of this was real, but Julie's hand on her cheek provided such unmistakable genuine warmth."But J-Julie w-wh-what are you... I mean a-are you sure... l mean - what happened?"

"Bailey," Julie said, smiling.

"Bailey?"

"Yes. I gather you told her - or you told her mother - about what happened between us in my room."

"I did." Debra said, still feeling very shameful." I told Krystal; told her to leave you alone." Her eyes jumped between Julie's face and the strap-on she held.

"And Krystal told Bailey. But it so happened to be," Julie continued, raising her feet up on the bed, completely facing her mother now. "That Bailey doesn't like to do a lot of listening, so she came down to the living room, and..." She playfully rolled her eyes.

"And?"

"And she made me realize something."

"What?"

Julie replied by pressing her lips to her mother's. It was a short kiss, but it carried a weight of emotions.

They stared vehemently into each other's eyes as the kiss still burned on their lips. They both knew that the next step may result in a change from which there is no return. Yet the temptation, so great and powerful, overcame them.

They kissed once again. One set of lips was more than twenty-five-years older than the other, yet they were pressed hard and lively against each other just the same. Debra held Julie sternly by her arms all throughout the kiss. Later, Debra would wonder if she had ever had such a heart-turning passionate kiss with her late husband as she had with Julie on that night. She knew she didn't. Julie grabbed Debra by the sides of her waist; the strap-on fell from her fingers, forgotten.

They separated, both taking a deep breath. Faded moonlight fell across their faces; it glared through the frigid window looking like shadows of broken glass. The silence in the room screamed to be broken, but neither could find words to break it with.

Debra's eyes wondered over Julie's body. It was the beauty she envisioned in her dreams (and fantasies) for so many nights and days. The young nipples stood pink and harsh, pointing at Debra, and begging to be swallowed.

"You look gorgeous," Debra said in a small voice.

This time Julie grabbed Debra sternly by the arms and slowly directed her down on the mattress of the bed. They rested on their sides, looking at each other. Debra had a smile of genuine joy on her face.

Julie, without taking her eyes off her mother, grabbed Debra by her right hand and guided it to the growing heat between her legs.

"Now where were we? I believe you had your hand in here and... ehhhh"—Debra began rubbing on the delicate mound under her fingers almost instantly—"Oh, yes. And you were doing that..." Julie's eyes closed. A bright smile lit across her face.

Debra rubbed on her daughter's pussy with the same intensity she used on herself while masturbating to Julie's model snapshots. She felt her young one's clit blossoming under the ball of her middle finger. It felt like rubbing on a wet pearl.

"Oh, God!" Julie cried and buried her face in the pillow. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body.

Debra rubbed her fingers faster across the young slit until the lips became red and soggy. Julie moaned into fits of frenzy and eventually her first orgasm advanced on her as she contorted on the bed into the fetus position.

Debra drew her hand back. She watched her pride and joy balling up from the relentless orgasm she gave her. It made her feel good. She licked her fingers, tasting her daughter for the first time; it was a taste like no other.

Debra slid the straps of her nightgown and it crashed around her waist. She quickly wriggled out of the crimson garment. Sitting on her knees, with only a black-colored, sexy lace bra and a matching lace-waist pair of hip-huggers, she faced her young daughter who was looking up at her with big wonderful eyes. Debra thought at that moment that Julie's face looked so innocent and young - like a child. She remembered seeing the same expression on her daughter's face on the day she had taught her how to tie her own shoes (The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole).

Julie caressed her mother by the knee, her hand still shaking from the orgasm.

"I always thought you looked beautiful, Mom. I just wanted you to know that."

Debra put her hand over her beating heart."Telling you how beautiful you are... that's hardly ground-breaking news; oh-no." She lightly shook her head and smiled. "People always complemented me on your beauty. But what I want you to know is what an amazing soul I think you are and how proud you've always made me."

Debra unclasped her bra and it fell by her knees slowly, like a feather in a dream.

Julie dropped her hands on her mother's breasts. "May I?" she asked; her face was timid and precious as she asked it.

"Of course. Of course you can, love."

Debra drew closer to her daughter until she eventually mounted her; her open thighs tightly wrapped around Julie's waist like a belt. Their crotches pushed against each other in perfect alignment. She leaned forward and one of her breasts was quickly stolen in Julie's mouth. She wrapped a hand around her daughter's head and allowed her to feed; just as when she was a child and she had fed and nursed her. And Julie was indeed nursing; she sucked hard at the nipple like a starving child. Debra sighed at the stiffening sensation on her breasts, as the nipple grew rigid in the moisture of Julie's frail mouth. Infused with pleasure, she leaned forward and kissed the top of her daughter's head; sucking all the fragrance from her hair.

"Your nipples," Julie beckoned and reviewed her work. "They grow hard and big, like mine."

"Your mother has very sensitive nipples. And by the looks of it her daughter does too," Debra said, and yet again leaned forward, this time looking for a kiss.