Like Mother/Like Daughter

(Bobbie, a stunning widow with an eighteen y.o. daughter, thought she knew all there was to know about pleasure. But as she explored new physical sensations, she realized there was still so much more to discover)

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Bobbie swiveled the plush chair around, positioning it in front of the full-length mirrors that adorned her closet doors. She settled into the seat, her eyes locked on the reflection staring back at her. The image was breathtaking - a sultry, raven-haired beauty draped in a scarlet satin top, held up by delicate spaghetti straps, and a matching pair of bikini panties that hugged her curves in all the right places.

Some might call Bobbie vain, but she knew better. Her self-love was not born of conceit, but rather a deep appreciation for her own sensuality. Her obsession with her body was not just skin-deep, but a primal, sexual desire that burned within her.

Bobbie loved sex. She loved the way it made her feel, the way it consumed her body and mind. She loved the way it made her partners tremble with pleasure, and the way it left them begging for more. And why shouldn't she revel in her own sexuality? Her lovers, both men and women, had always been captivated by her stunning physique. So why not indulge in her own beauty, and bask in the glow of her own eroticism?

As Bobbie gazed at her reflection, she felt a familiar heat building within her. Her fingers traced the curves of her body, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. She imagined the touch of a lover's hands on her skin, the taste of their lips on hers, and the feel of their body pressed against hers.

Yes, Bobbie was beautiful. And she knew it. But more than that, she was a creature of desire, a woman who lived and breathed for the pleasures of the flesh. And as she sat there, lost in her own erotic reverie, she knew that there was nothing more intoxicating than the power of her own sexuality.

There was an undeniable allure in Bobbie's presence, a captivating beauty that left one breathless. Standing at a statuesque height of 5'7", her body was a masterpiece of exquisite proportions. Her luscious locks cascaded down, teasingly grazing just below her shoulders, drawing attention to the beginning of her enchanting décolletage. The swell of her breasts, perfectly rounded and enticing, was a sight to behold. Like the rest of her, they were flawlessly proportioned, a magnificent 'C' cup that accentuated her feminine allure.

Her waist, slender and graceful, flowed seamlessly into the softly curved hips that defined her womanhood. Every curve of her body was a testament to sensuality, a tantalizing invitation to explore the depths of desire. And her legs, oh, her legs were a work of art, tapering down with elegance and grace, seemingly endless in their allure.

But it wasn't just Bobbie who reveled in the beauty of her own form. She found immense pleasure in the gaze of others, in the way their eyes would hungrily devour her every curve. The touch of another, the exploration of their hands on her body, brought her a pleasure that surpassed anything she could experience alone. Gender mattered not to Bobbie, for she reveled in the unique delights that both men and women could offer her.

However, there was one person who had been denied the privilege of indulging in the delights of Bobbie's body - her husband, Frank. His insatiable thirst for alcohol often drowned any desire he might have had for the intimate company of his wife. Yet, there was one fateful night when Frank, fueled by a potent mix of lust and intoxication, made the grave mistake of attempting to satisfy his carnal desires with Bobbie. The evening unfolded in a manner that could not be described as anything less than non-consensual, a violation of trust and intimacy.

The following day, when sobriety had reclaimed Frank, Bobbie made it abundantly clear that any future transgressions would be met with severe consequences. She warned him that his hands would forever be severed from her, leaving him to face the world as a mere shadow of his former self. A chilling reminder that her body was not to be claimed without her explicit consent, a declaration of her unwavering strength and determination.

One passionate night, after several weeks had passed, Frank, consumed by the intoxication of desire, took the express route off Canyon Crest Drive, descending into the depths of the canyon. In that reckless act, he sought to evade the chaos, the fuss, and the financial burden of a divorce. However, his actions had consequences, as eight months later, Bobbie, his beloved, brought forth a joyous and healthy baby girl into the world. Together, Bobbie and Bonnie thrived, navigating life's challenges as a united force of femininity. As mother and daughter, they forged a bond that was both extraordinary and profound, facing the world hand in hand.

Though Bobbie made her fair share of mistakes, she endeavored to raise Bonnie with an abundance of love, respect, and unwavering honesty. This approach, in their unique circumstances, proved to be a resounding success. Of course, Bobbie had always been mindful not to flaunt her passionate nature in front of Bonnie, yet she refused to confine herself to a life devoid of desire.

On this particular evening, Bonnie was out on a romantic rendezvous, leaving Bobbie to revel in the solitude of their home. And revel she would, for the absence of a lover for the night would not hinder her pursuit of sensual pleasure. Often, Bobbie found solace and ecstasy in the art of self-indulgence. She never viewed self-pleasure as an act of desperation, reserved only for moments of dire need when the absence of a partner became unbearable. No, Bobbie embraced the notion that one should never deny themselves the exquisite joys that carnal desires could offer. After all, who better knew how to satisfy her own cravings than herself?

With utmost care, Bobbie gazed upon her reflection in the mirror, studying the image of a seductress. The shimmering cascade of her long, lustrous hair rivaled the shimmer of her satin top, which concealed but hinted at the voluptuous curves of her breasts. Her hardened nipples, however, were impossible to conceal. She delicately pressed her fingers against the two tantalizing peaks, a shiver coursing through her body as waves of pleasure rippled outward, promising even greater delights that awaited her most intimate depths. Deep within her being, Bobbie felt a twinge of anticipation, a tension that yearned to be released.

Bobbie sank deeper into the plush chair, her body alive with desire. Her hands cupped her breasts, fingers tracing delicate circles around her nipples. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of her soft, sensitive chest treasures. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Her breasts were her most prized possession, and tonight they demanded her full attention. The satin of her bra felt like heaven against her skin, cool and slick. Bobbie marveled at how her mammary manipulation felt both stimulating and soothing at the same time. She couldn't resist the urge for flesh on flesh any longer.

With a deep breath, Bobbie sat up slightly and crossed her arms, slipping her top up and off. She settled back into the chair, her hands returning to cuddling her breasts. Now she could enjoy the sight, as well as the sensations, of her beautiful boobies.

Her fingers danced across her skin, alternating between light, feathery caresses and firm, intense strokes. She squeezed and rubbed her gorgeous girl globes, reveling in the way they felt in her hands. When not playing with the full, rounded mass of her breasts, she was pinching and pulling on the hard little nipples that were standing so defiantly erect.

Rhythmic contractions deep within her cunt grew stronger and faster as Bobbie's tittie tantalizing created the desired result. She moaned softly, lost in the ecstasy of her own touch. Her body was alive with pleasure, every nerve ending on fire. Bobbie surrendered to the moment, letting her hands guide her to the ultimate release.

She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh as her fingers traced the curves of her body. Bobbie knew exactly how to please herself, and she relished in the sensations that pulsed through her body. Her breasts were full and ripe, and she squeezed them gently, feeling her nipples harden under her touch.

As she explored her body, a delightful little orgasm pulsed through her loins, and she moaned softly. The moist evidence of her arousal was soaking through the crotch of her sexy, red panties, and she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself even more.

Bobbie's hands left her breasts and cupped the soft bulge of her mons. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her hips rolled her mound against her hands. It felt so good! Her fingers scratched lightly over the taut strip of panty covering her pussy, and the sensations transmitted through to her female folds were wonderful!

Up and down the length of her slit her fingers traced, and a rich, earthy female scent filled the air. Her hips raised slightly as Bobbie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her beautiful butt. She then wiggled that beautiful butt back into her chair and pulled her legs up towards her. Down and off her panties went, and Bobbie splayed her legs apart and studied the wondrous little spot that was her pussy.

Bobbie had learned so much about pleasing herself and others since her first tentative explorations of her pussy so long ago. From her earliest probing born of normal, natural curiosity about herself, Bobbie had been driven to push her sexual horizons. Her discoveries about boys that summer with Tommy brought her first lessons about giving pleasure to, and receiving pleasure from, another and about the power she had as a female, over the male of the species. Her discoveries with Janet, her best friend from elementary school right through high school, taught her that love and sex with girls could be wonderful too.

Bobbie was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it. Her insatiable hunger for pleasure drove her to explore every inch of her body, to learn its secrets and unlock its hidden desires.

As she lay in bed, her mind filled with the knowledge she had gained, Bobbie's fingers began to wander. They traced the curves of her hips, the softness of her belly, until they reached the source of her passion.

Her sex was a thing of beauty, a lush and pouty flower that begged to be touched. Bobbie's fingers danced over its folds, teasing and tantalizing, until she could feel the heat building deep within her.

With a moan of pleasure, she plunged a finger deep inside, feeling the tightness of her sex gripping it tightly. Her body writhed with pleasure as she explored the depths of her desire, her other hand squeezing and pinching her breast until her nipple was hard and aching.

Bobbie was lost in a world of sensation, her body consumed by the fire of her passion. She knew that she could pleasure herself like no one else could, and she intended to make the most of every moment of it.

Lost in the lush garden of her own sexual desires, Bobbie was completely unaware of the world around her. She didn't hear the key turning in the lock or the sound of footsteps approaching her bedroom. Her mind was consumed with the ecstasy of her own touch, her body writhing with pleasure.

Little did she know, her daughter Bonnie had returned home early from a disastrous date. The man had been a brute, expecting nothing less than complete submission from his female companions. Bonnie was no prude, but she refused to be used as a mere vessel for a man's pleasure without proper compensation.

As she made her way up the stairs, Bonnie heard the unmistakable sounds of passion emanating from her mother's bedroom. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, wondering who could be the lucky man to bring her mother such pleasure.

Pushing open the slightly ajar door, Bonnie caught a glimpse of her mother lost in the throes of passion. But as she looked closer, she noticed a small figure peeking into the room. It was her own face, curious and aroused by the sight before her.

Bobbie was too lost in her own ecstasy to notice her daughter's presence, but Bonnie couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire as she watched her mother's body writhe with pleasure. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic scene before her.

Bonnie's eyes widened with a mix of shock and desire as she gazed into the room. Her mother, alone and untouched by a man, was indulging in her own pleasure. And oh, how she seemed to revel in it! The sight was captivating, arousing even.

For quite some time, Bonnie had pondered her mother's sensuality. With her stunning beauty and undeniable allure, it was inconceivable that her mother didn't enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Yet, until now, Bonnie had never been presented with concrete evidence. Her mother had always approached the topic of sex with an open and honest mindset, albeit with caution. She believed in embracing one's desires without unnecessary guilt or shame. However, her mother had always maintained a discreet demeanor regarding her own sexual practices, understanding that a blossoming teenager may not fully comprehend the complexities of an adult's intimate life.

But now, as Bonnie observed her mother sensually caress her own bosom and explore her most intimate parts, her own hand instinctively moved to her own breast. Mimicking her mother's rhythmic motions, Bonnie couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. The erotic display unfolding before her was impossible to resist.

Bonnie had recently discovered that her school friend, Karen, harbored intense desire for her. This newfound knowledge had ignited a flame within Bonnie, causing her to spend countless hours fantasizing about the possibility of indulging in a passionate encounter with another woman. The sexual tension that brewed within her was palpable, and Bobbie unknowingly became the perfect muse for Bonnie's desires.

As Bonnie observed Bobbie, she gradually lost herself in the moment, forgetting that this was her own mother engaging in such intimate acts before her. Instead, she allowed herself to revel in the captivating sight of a stunning woman pleasuring herself. Her hands glided sensually over her own body, tracing the curves of her breasts, and Bonnie's simmering desire quickly transformed into an overwhelming surge of passion. Without tearing her gaze away from her mother's writhing form, Bonnie pushed her top and sports bra upwards, liberating her breasts from their restrictive confines. Normally, Bonnie despised the feeling of clothing restricting her in such a way, but in this moment, all that mattered was the freedom to touch her own exposed bosom. She grasped and fondled her breasts with fervor, channeling her desperate longing to caress her mother's alluring round breasts that were tantalizingly on display.

Bonnie's arousal intensified, her sex throbbing within the confines of her tight jeans. Overwhelmed by her need, she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs, not wanting to tear her eyes away from the captivating scene unfolding before her. Her pants and panties now rested at mid-shin, granting Bonnie the ability to slightly squat, allowing her sex to open up and granting her hand unrestricted access to her heated core. Her fingers squeezed and caressed the wet, inviting entrance of her femininity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Bonnie's frenzied self-pleasure came to a halt as Bobbie ceased her own sensual caresses and removed her hand from her delicate folds. With a hidden treasure nestled beside her on the chair, Bobbie retrieved a lengthy, thick, flesh-colored dildo. It measured approximately eight inches in length and boasted a diameter of about an inch and a half. Bobbie cradled it tenderly between her hands, lifting it towards her inviting lips. Her mouth parted, and her tongue teasingly flicked along the entire length of the dildo, from its plump, mushroom-shaped head to the far end of its shaft. It was then that Bonnie noticed a unique feature of this particular toy - near the end, a hole, roughly three-quarters of an inch in diameter, had been meticulously drilled through the base.

After anointing her phallic substitute with care, Bobbie lowered it and positioned the blunt, mushroom-shaped head against the glistening petals of her aroused labia. With deliberate slowness and gentle movements, Bobbie skillfully maneuvered the tip of the dildo around her honeyed entrance, parting the velvety folds of her femininity and coating her plastic lover with her natural lubrication. Once both her womanhood and her manhood were sufficiently prepared, Bobbie delicately slid the tip of the dildo between her swollen lips, initiating a gradual penetration into her yearning, receptive core.

Gradually, the head of the dildo parted Bobbie's delicate folds, spreading them wide to accommodate the length of the shaft that awaited. Slowly, the head disappeared into the depths of Bobbie's pulsating womanhood. The fullness of her labial lips enveloped the dildo, folding over themselves slightly as they were tugged inward by the friction created by the dildo's impressive girth. Inch by inch, the plastic phallus wormed its way deeper into Bobbie's quivering body, bringing her closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. When only an inch or so remained outside of her, Bobbie firmly grasped the base of the shaft and began to withdraw it from the depths of her being, savoring every exquisite sensation that coursed through her.

As Bobbie explored the depths of her own desire, her body writhed and twisted with pleasure. The dildo, now slick with her own juices, slid in and out of her with ease. But it was not just the sensation that drove her wild - it was the knowledge that she had created something truly special. With her middle finger nestled in the hole at the base of the dildo, she could move it with ease, her wrist held straight and true. It was an ergonomic masterpiece, designed for maximum pleasure.

As Bobbie lost herself in the moment, her daughter Bonnie watched with rapt attention. The sight of her mother pleasuring herself with such abandon was almost too much to bear. Her own body responded, hips bucking against her own probing fingers as she moaned with pleasure.

But then, in a moment of clumsy misfortune, Bonnie stumbled and fell. Her pants fell around her ankles, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Bobbie was jolted out of her ecstasy, leaping to her feet to help her daughter. But even as she tended to Bonnie's bruises, her mind was still consumed with the passion that had overtaken her. The dildo lay forgotten on the floor, a testament to the power of desire.

Mother and daughter locked eyes, their gazes filled with a mixture of astonishment and desire. There was no denying the raw passion that had consumed them both, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Bonnie lay sprawled on the floor, her clothing haphazardly discarded, her hand still clinging to her moist center of pleasure. Bobbie, her body flushed with the heat of arousal, stood before her daughter, completely nude, a glistening dildo dangling from her finger, evidence of their shared ecstasy.

"Are you alright?" Bobbie's voice trembled with a hint of uncertainty, her mind struggling to find the right words as she gazed at her partially exposed daughter, lying there in the hallway.

Bonnie nodded, her response wordless, her senses still intoxicated by the intensity of their forbidden encounter. With her mother's assistance, she rose to her feet, her jeans tangled around her legs, forcing her to shed them completely. Both women felt a profound sense of embarrassment and unease, unsure of what steps to take next. While Bobbie had always believed that guilt and shame had no place in the realm of passion, she had never anticipated a situation like this. Muttering something about the need for a conversation, Bobbie gently took Bonnie's hand, leading her into the sanctuary of her bedroom.