Hidden In the Snow Ch. 02

Julie's arms jerked to the sides as her tongue became once more a prisoner in her mother's mouth. The right hand landed by the nightstand almost knocking off her mother's pair of reading glasses. Her left hand fumbled on the mattress until it gripped something long and hard. It was the strap-on.

"Mom..." Julie breathed, and then swallowed. "Can I use this on you? I mean... is it something you think you'll like?" She put the strap-on between her breasts. The cock's head suggestively pointed at her chin.

Debra looked at the toy and then looked at Julie. Her daughter's eyes again were big and innocent and young, very young. Then she looked again at the makeshift cock, and all that she could think of was: The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole. And that made her giggle.

A smile broke on Julie's face as well. "What?" she puzzled.

"Oh nothing, dear. You can use it alright. I'd love it."

Debra rolled off her daughter's body and helped her with putting on the dildo harness. It was fairly easy; all she had to do was tuck on both sides of the leather strap, and it tightened around Julie's waist. Unlike her daughter, this wasn't the first time Debra handled a strap-on; but it was her first time in a very long while.

"Where d'you get it?" Debra asked while making final adjustments with the harness.

"I got it from Bailey's room."

"Oh, I see Krystal brought her bag of tricks."

Julie laughed."Yes, bag of tricks. That's what I was thinkin'."

Once the strap-on was securely fixed, Debra crawled backwards and sank down on the bed. She quickly got rid of her panties; she had bought that very same pair of hip-huggers panties a week ago at a Victoria's Secret store on her way back from the hair-salon. Back then, she frowned at the steep price when she saw it; but now, the panties got thrown all the way to the other side of the room like some cheap rag.

Julie's eyes devoured the glorious sight that was presented in front of her. She eagerly rubbed the cock with her hand, as if she expected it to become alive under her fingers.

"Would you mind if..."

"Sweetie?"

"Would you mind if I kissed you down there first," Julie said shyly as she placed her left palm on top of her mother's pubic hair.

Debra squirmed a little at the touch. "I insist that you do," she replied with a loving smile.

At that point, Julie slowly lowered her head till it reached a most peculiar position that people don't get to relive twice in a life time; she was facing her mother's open legs and staring dead-on at the very place that brought her into existence. Her mind became choked with thoughts; she was sound enough to realize that her impending sin was nothing short of madness, but there was also a matter of her own private gratification. Just by watching the older woman's pussy open and wet, waiting to accept her lips, she felt a growing heat sizzle in her own nether regions.

Julie inched closer. The pussy pulsated like a heart at the nearing shadow of her face. Soft curls of golden hair decorticated the top of the older woman's sex. Julie was now close enough to be captured by the fresh aroma that wafted towards her face. She pushed forward and rewarded her mother with a giant wet smooch between her legs, the kind that was almost too embarrassing for a girl to give her mother on the cheek.

Debra's legs wriggled and her pelvis undulated as the young woman's face pressed tighter against the crotch. Julie wrapped her hands firmly around her mother's thighs; trying to somewhat stabilize her quivering hips. Of courses, in her head, she knew that quivers equaled pleasure, and whatever she was doing to her mother, she was doing it right.

"Oh, Gawwd, baby..."

Julie delightfully lapped the juices out of Debra. She slithered her tongue along her mother's engorged sex. Her lips disappeared inside the open flaps. Juices percolated, sweet and steamy, from the inside and it drooled like pure medicine into her mouth. The response from her mother came in incoherent babbles of joy and unrestrained shudders. It only intensified once she locked the woman's clit in her mouth; she bounced her tongue against it and felt it growing between her lips to the size of a small pebble.

Debra trembled as she lost herself in pleasure. She tried as hard as she could to not lose complete grip of herself, so she began fondling her naked body with her hands. She grabbed the swell of her breasts and squeezed it hard between her fingers.

"Oh yesss... just like that... lick my pussy," Debra pleaded.

With a tongue rolling inside the dewy cleft of her mother, Julie felt desire grow in her own pussy yet again.

"Okay, babe. Okay, baby," Debra whimpered with a voice that sounded new in Julie's ears. "Now you can push it in me... oh, Gawwd push it in me!"

Julie sat up, with her naked ass resting on her heels, and licked the honey off her lips. At her crotch, a tremendous dildo looked both unyielding and cunning; its bulbous head pointed at her mother's moist opening.

Debra lay prone on the mattress; her sunny hair was plastered to her cheeks. Hot sweat covered every portion of her body and made her skin shiny and silky smooth.

Julie grabbed the cock by its base and slowly pushed its long neck into the tight depths of her mother.

"Oh, yes. Ease it in to me, babe... there you go..." Again Julie heard the voice of a woman who didn't sound like her mother. It sounded more like the voice of a sex-starved lover; a voice of her sex-starved lover.

Debra whimpered as the tip of the cock grazed against her stimulated clit. The blood boiled around her crotch and it rapidly coursed through her veins and into the rest of her body; reaching hot and tingly all the way to the flesh beneath the fingernails and the small digits of her feet.

Julie's cerulean eyes widened as she followed the cock as it disappeared inside her mother; the dildo wedged in with exceptional ease thanks to Debra's wetness.

Debra exhaled at the sight of her young daughter penetrating her. Her swollen pussy lips parted as the shaft pushed deeper inside. As Julie thrust forward, once again a limerick about a bunny hoped into her head; in her state of delirium all she could remember was: down the slope, and through the hole.

"Oh, yes, Baybeee. Oh, yes, keep goin'..." Debra's eyes rolled in ecstasy. Her legs trembled insanely all the while.

Julie rocked her pelvis, grabbing on to her mother's thighs for leverage, and just as she visualized earlier in Bailey's room; she was fucking her mother. At first, her rhythm was slow; she unhurriedly slid the dildo inside until it got swallowed and gone. Then she nudged backwards and the dildo slid out, gleaming with a fresh coat of cream. After a few slow in-and-outs her pace grew quicker and more rapid; as if she became enchanted by the fast drumming of her mother's heart.

Debra screamed, giving full force to her desire. Her young daughter was pounding her with every little bit of youthful vigor in her body. She felt her pussy molding into every ridge and every bulge of the rubber cock. The walls of her pussy canal tightening, the muscles contracting. She bit her bottom lip hard, as the long shaft bounced its head against her g-spot; like a finger relentlessly tapping on a button.

"You're about to cum, mommy?" Julie said. Her throat was dry. And just like her mother, she also recognized some unfamiliar new quality in her voice; it sounded lewd and smutty. She said once more: "You gonna cum, mommy? You gonna cum all over my cock?" Her pelvis bounced faster and harder.

Debra cried as the thick rod drilled hard into her secrets. She raised her face and caught a glimpse of her daughter over her heaving breasts. The daughter she had once known had morphed into the sexual mistress she clandestinely had always desired her to be. When Julie raised her eyes to meet hers, it was all that Debra needed to drive her over the edge. She looked heatedly into the deep ocean eyes, and felt a tidal wave wash all over her body.

Julie crashed on top of her mother; the dildo affixed to her waist was still jammed in its entire length inside the tight warmth of the older woman. Underneath her, Debra was shivering with her unremitting orgasm.

The young law-student lay motionless with her head pillowed on her mother's breasts. She stared outside the far window at the cold silver of the moon. Her mother wrapped two loving hands around her and embraced her tightly.

"Mom?" Julie's voice was small.

Debra kissed the top her lover's head. "Yes, honey," she breathed back. Her voice sounded far away; almost unreachable. It was obvious to Julie that her mother was still floating on the cloud of her orgasm.

"Will you do the same for me? You know... with the toy..."

There was a moment of silence before Debra replied. "Honey, I dunno. I just think it's too big for you. I don't feel right about it. Not now at least."

Julie pulled back a little from the comfort of the breasts and caught her mother's eyes with her own. "It's not too big for Bailey," she said with a hint of resentment.

Debra smiled. She grabbed Julie by her shoulders and guided her head back to softness of her bosoms.

"Believe me, sweetie, I'm going to do some good things to you." She once again kissed the warmth of Julie's head. "Just let me hold you like this for the next little while - you gave me one heckuva' an orgasm - and then, I promise you: I'm going to take good care of you."

Then Julie's face relaxed and a private little smile appeared on her face. She pressed her face tighter to her mother's warmness, and planted a kiss on the cleft of the older woman's breasts. A leather harness was still glued to her body, and the rubber dildo attached to it was still nestled inside her mother's pussy as both of them took in the moment.

*****

"Did you know I spent countless nights dreaming of this moment?"

Debra planted a soft kiss on Julie's tender labia, and the young law-student instantly gasped at the touch.

"Really? You have?" Julie breathed in response.

"Yes. I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable. I mean... I've been having these thoughts about you for a while now."

"No, it doesn't make me feel uncomfortable at all. It makes me feel special." Julie rubbed her mother's hand. "I should have never stormed out on you like I did. It was so rude."

"You weren't rude. In fact, I was the one who was completely out of line. You have no idea how I cursed myself after you left the room. But looking at where it got us now..." Debra's gaze dropped to her daughter's pussy. "I'm kinda' glad I did what I did."

"Me too," Julie said. "Now start taking care of me like you promised!" She grabbed the top of her mother's head and pushed it gently against her throbbing sex.

Debra nurtured on the essence of her daughter's youth. The constant flow of juices was like a fantasy in her mouth.

Julie moaned without shame at the older woman's touch. Her cries rose into the ceiling and filled the room with a symphony of lust. She sensed her knees becoming weaker and her sex growing wetter with each stroke of her mother's tongue.

Debra pulled away from Julie's warm box for just enough time to tell her how terrific she tasted. Her chin and lips gleamed from juices as she said it.

Julie, whose orgasm was building up inside her like a shuddering volcano, hardly noticed her mother's flattery. She wriggled her pelvis towards her mother's face and motioned her to continue.

Debra pulled the skin at the apex of her daughter's pussy and exposed the engorged clitoris. She gave the pink button one gentle lick with the tip of her tongue and then blew a warm puff of air over it, as if she was trying to ignite a small flame.

Julie melted into the mattress. She tried to drive her hands to her clit - it was too grueling to have it not touched by that point - but her mother kindly pushed her hands away.

"It's my time. Remember?"

"Yes, Mom," Julie panted. Her consciousness was as fragile as the feeling in her knees. Her long raven hair was plastered to her cheeks and across her eyes, nose and lips. Her entire body was filmed with sweat.

Debra inched closer to her young offspring's delicious cunt and captured the clit inside her mouth. She sucked hard on the hot nub, her nose resting over the skin of Julie's pubic bone, her left hand traveling north on Julie's body and catching a nipple between her thumb and index finger, twirling and twisting it into firmness.

Julie's head tossed on the pillow, her small clenched fists beating on the mattress, the back of her heels scraping against the bottom of the bed. She was losing herself in ecstasy; allowing unrestrained madness to wash over her, even if just for a short period of time.

Debra pushed her index finger inside her daughter's tight opening. It caught Julie by surprise and her muscles tensed up on reflex. Thankfully, the young pussy was well lubricated by the seeping juices of excitement, and the finger was welcomed with an easy access down the narrow passage of her pussy.

"God!" Julie cried appropriately, as there was a definite feeling of experiencing something divine. She felt the pressure of sweet release thundering inside her body and pumping the hot blood inside her veins. She could smell and taste her own orgasm, which was a few ticking seconds from exploding out of her.

The fingers, now two of them inside, were picking up a faster and more aggressive pace. They stretched the walls of the vagina, and soared inside as deep as they were allowed, triggering all the right buttons in the process.

Julie's moans increased and increased until they reached an almost maniacal pitch, undoubtedly heard all throughout the lodge. And as her mother was dinning on her clit and fucking her into oblivion, Julie felt the uplifting sensation of orgasm envelope every inch of her body. The time stood still in the room like the air in her lungs. Her neck unglued from the pillow. Her tits pointed towards the barnboard ceiling.

She let out a guttural cry; ferociously screaming her mother's name, as her young pussy clenched like a hot fist and there was a bursting feeling of alleviation, and Julie rode the greatest wave of her life.

Debra snapped backwards as if she was trying to avoid being caught in the mouth of a fire. In front of her, young Julie, once more, trembled in ecstasy.

"Julie?"

No answer from Julie, just quivers.

the winter coldness, which slipped out of the room sometime during the women's first kiss, snuck back inside just for a mere second and feathered it with its nightly chill. And then it was gone. Outside, the moon, looking like a half-eaten silver pie, shone over the mountains of Vermont with its familiar serenity and charm.

Inside the room, on a queen size bed that was crawling with passion, an aged hand caressed a silky young thigh.

"Julie?"

"Yeah, Mom," Julie said in a small fragile voice.

"I... this was... wow. This was intense."

Julie breathed through the after-thrills of love. Her heart was slowly recovering to its normal pace. She blinked twice, as if she was awakening from an elongated dream, gradually returning to a state of a reality.

"It was intense," she said back. A minute later she wouldn't even remember saying it.

Debra crawled on the bed behind Julie, whose body was overwhelmed by an incredible torrent of sensations.

The mother spooned her daughter from behind, wrapping her warm loving hands around the girl's slender waist. Their burning bodies pressed naked against each other like faithful lovers.

The feeling of comfort and peace was so great that they were slowly drifting away. And Debra was very close to surrender to her sleep when she suddenly heard a tiny voice at her bedside.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, love."

"I hope it's not the last time I get to sleep next to you."

Debra squeezed her arms tighter around Julie.

"As long as I'm your mother, you can sleep next to me anytime."

And then sleep took over mother and child.

Downstairs, young Bailey had fallen asleep naked on the couch. The television was still showing a stream of old films, before Krystal finally turned it off. She knew Bailey was on a mission of seduction that night. Bailey didn't come out and say it specifically, but once she was told that her cousin had caught them having sex and the secret was out, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes that Krystal instantly recognized. Of course, Krystal knew the night was a huge success; not only was her daughter successful by her evident nakedness and blissful sleep, but there were unmistakable sounds coming out of her older sister's room as well.

Krystal went upstairs, picked up Bailey's blanket, and then came back down to cover her child. She planted a soft kiss at the top of her sleeping head.

Somehow, this kid hit a homerun tonight, Krystal thought.

Krystal, who had never felt hornier, really wanted Bailey to be awake at that moment. Her entire body was hankering for sex. But eventually she decided to give her carnal beast the night off. Tomorrow, though, was a brave new day. And Krystal joyfully went upstairs - it felt more like floated upstairs, to her - and got into her room with a large smile running off the sides of her face. She came to vacation with one amazingly special lover, and she was about to end it with two more.

That thought alone almost made her orgasm.

*****

That night Julie had an exquisitely lucid dream.

She was walking through a thick, snow-covered forest, alone and lost. It was very reminiscent of the wooded pathway which leads to the lodge, only with a subtle Grimm Brothers quality to it. She looked down and saw the white skin of her bare breasts, with both of her nipples pointing straight into the shadows of the forest. It wasn't just her breasts that were naked; she could also see her naked belly and naked legs, even her nether regions were exposed for all to see. She covered herself with her hands and looked around. Was anybody watching her? Were there any eyes lurking behind the trees, snow and shadows? Of course not, she was alone and she knew it. Her hands left her body and her body was left uncovered. But it felt fine, even nice. There was a thrilling aspect of walking naked outdoors, yet still be in complete control. So she started walking, trotting barefooted over tiny pebbles, twigs and frozen leaf; and while she could feel them stinging the bottom of her feet, there was no pain, as is often the case with dreams. Long and erect trees provided her with an endless shade, which never made the temperature feel cool, but just right.

Where was she? She did not know. She cried Helloooo! And no voice answered. She was very alone, yet felt so fantastically free and exhilarated. And then she smiled. She walked and smiled in her private enchanted forest, like a princess in a fairytale.

Suddenly, she saw a lake in the distance. The sun glistened beautifully above the surface of the water.

Sun, there is the sun! She thought triumphantly.

She ran towards it excited, her breasts joyfully bouncing with each step she took. Once she reached the edge of the lake, she realized that she was not alone anymore. Aunt Krystal, Cousin Bailey and her mother, they were there, in the lake.

They were naked as well.

The sisters were hugging and kissing passionately, the shallow water reached inches above their ankles. Young Bailey danced in circles around them, singing, laughing; her big breasts swaying like a pendulum from side to side. It was a beautiful sight; it reminded Julie of a painting of nymphs from the Greek mythology she had once seen.