Mandy and Her Mommy Ch. 01

This story jumps back and forth between two characters' point of view. To make it easier to follow, whenever the PoV shifts, I put the characters name in bold. All characters are over 18 and everything is fictional. Hope you enjoy!

Victoria

I'm probably the luckiest woman alive. I just turned 40, but I still have my health and healthy living has kept me in the same shape as I was when I was 20. I have a nice home in the suburbs. My husband is a wonderful man who loves me dearly and takes good care of our daughter and me. He even uses my full name, Victoria. I don't mind when people call me Vicky, but I prefer Victoria.

Mandy, my baby girl, has grown into a beautiful, brilliant, self-reliant and kind woman. She's 19 now, and living at home while she goes to college. She's majoring in aerospace engineering. Yeah, my baby girl's going to be a rocket scientist.

Of course, not everything is perfect. Not long after Mandy turned 18, we hit a rough patch that threatened to tear us apart. If I'm honest, it was pretty much all my fault. Mandy opened up to me, revealed some things she had kept secret and I, well, I didn't handle it terribly well.

Mandy came home from a date one night and ran straight to her bedroom. That didn't bode well, so I went to check on her. My heart sank when I heard my baby girl weeping through the door. She had been dating this girl for a few months, since shortly after her eighteenth birthday. The girl seemed really sweet, so I held out some hope that my baby's first major heartbreak wasn't too terrible a betrayal.

I knocked lightly, then opened her door. We had a family policy that if you need privacy or just want to be left alone, you lock your door. Otherwise a closed door just gets a knock before entering. I sat down on the bed and just held my baby girl close, letting her cry on my shoulder. Mandy would talk when she was ready. After a while, I'm not sure how long, Mandy looked up at me and said, "Mommy, Nichole and I broke up."

I kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. "I'm so sorry, baby. You want to talk about it?"

She paused; I think she was looking for the words to express herself. Finally she let loose a torrent of words, "Nichole's amazing and I absolutely adore her. I'm not in love with her, though. She's fantastic and anyone would be super lucky to have her, and I know I'm stupid for not being able to be happy with her. I'm in love with someone else, though. Have been for a long time. When I met Nichole, I thought I'd be able to get over the other woman and be happy. I couldn't, though, and it wasn't fair to her, and it wasn't fair to me, and now I've lost her and I know that the woman I love will never love me, not like that, and it just hurts so bad, Mommy."

"Baby, how could anyone not love you to bits? You're gorgeous, you're funny, you're kind and you're brilliant! You're literally perfect in every single way. Have you told this mystery woman how you feel?"

"No, she's an older woman and, um, she's married. I think she's unhappy because her husband's not fulfilling her needs, though."

My daughter wanted to have an affair with a married woman. For the first time in her life, I was disappointed, and I'm afraid I didn't do a good job of hiding it. I pulled away from my daughter and said, "You want to have an affair with a married woman? Wreck her marriage?! I raised you better than that."

"No, Mommy! I don't want to wreck her marriage. Her husband's a wonderful man and I'd never intentionally hurt him. It's just that I love her so much and I want her to be happy."

"I hate the thoughts of you getting a reputation as a homewrecker, and you certainly deserve better than being someone's side-piece, but if you can't move on otherwise, you should tell this woman. Hopefully she'll tell you she's flattered, but not interested." Then I got up and left my baby girl crying.

Mandy

I had just broken up with my girlfriend and I managed to disappoint my Mom. I had never seen disappointment in Mom's eyes when she looked at me, and seeing that was what hurt the most. My world was ending, and I wished I could just lie down and die. Instead, I just sat there, my heart aching, thinking I might throw up as a river of tears carried mascara to deposit on my face.

"Just tell the woman how you feel." Easy for her to say. Hell, it would've been easy to do if "the woman" was just some random woman and there weren't really any repercussions. What do you do, though, when the woman that you love is your Mother? If I tell her, not only does the woman that I love confirm that she doesn't feel the same, but now Mom thinks I'm some kind of weirdo perv. And worse, she'd probably tell Dad, and then he'd not only think I'm a weirdo perv, he'd hate me because he'd think I was trying to steal his wife. So I just sat there and cried. Then I laid down and cried and cried myself to sleep.

Over the next few days, I realized that Mom was right. She usually was. Now I just had to figure out how the Hell to initiate that discussion. There was always the direct approach, but somehow I didn't feel like, "Hey Mom, I really love you. Can I please eat your pussy? Pretty please?" would go over well.

The next Saturday, Dad was going golfing with his buddies. It was now or never. "Mom? Do you have a moment? Can we talk?"

"Of course, baby. I'm sorry for how our last chat went. I want you to know that I love you, and will always love you, no matter what."

"I love you too, Mom. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Mom looked confused. "The older woman, the married woman, the woman that I love is you. It's always been you. You were the woman who made me realize that I'm a lesbian. No one has ever made me feel the way you do."

Mom sat and stared at me in silence, processing what I had just revealed. Then Mom erupted, "Have you lost your mind?! I'm your Mother! That's incest! That's so wrong!" It was out. I was a sicko perv who wanted to fuck her mother and Mom knew it and was disgusted. I ran up to my room and we avoided each other for days after. Mom couldn't bear to see me, and I fully understood. I knew it was probably just a matter of time until Mom kicked me out of the house; I just hoped I could crash with one of my friends.

Victoria

I fucked up royally. My baby girl shared with me a secret that had really been bothering her and I handled it about as badly as anyone possibly could. I was shocked and responded harshly, breaking my baby's heart. I followed her up to her room to apologize; I needed her to know how sorry I was and that I loved her. I knocked, then tried the door. It was locked. She didn't come down again that day.

The next morning, I was relieved to see Mandy's door was open. That relief quickly turned to panic when I found that she wasn't downstairs. I gave everything I had to claw together a veneer of calm before asking my husband, "John, have you seen Mandy?"

"Yeah, she just went out for a run. What's wrong, Victoria?"

"Nothing, I just had a bad dream that left me a little on edge."

"Mandy seemed upset, too. Your dream didn't feature a burned guy with knives for fingers, did it?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "No, she's upset because a silly woman broke her heart."

"Aw, again? Poor girl. I know, I'll take her out for ice cream. Maybe that'll make her feel better."

"You know she's not a little girl anymore, right? Wait, on second thought, that'd be great. It'd do her heart good to know that she's still the apple of her Daddy's eye." I didn't mention that it would also let Mandy know that I hadn't told her father what she had told me, and hopefully she'd take it as a sign that I never would.

When Mandy got home, I noticed how heavily she was breathing, trying to make up for the oxygen deficit of her run. I also noticed how her sports bra was struggling heroically to contain her ample breasts. And the rivulets of sweat running down her toned little tummy to the waistband of her running shorts. Those shorts that didn't hide an inch of her perfectly sculpted calves or her long, lean legs. Those shorts that sculpted themselves to that cute little bubble butt. What the fuck was I doing?! No matter how sexy a woman Mandy had grown into, she was still my daughter! I should not be looking at her like that and my pussy should definitely not be getting so wet looking at her!

I managed to tear my eyes away and left the room. I knew Mandy would probably misinterpret that, but if I didn't get away I'd do something very inappropriate. It pained me, but I largely avoided Mandy because every time I saw her, I couldn't help notice what a stunning, sexy young woman she was. My whole life, I was absolutely sure that I was 100% straight, but Mandy made me realize that I was bisexual. If I wasn't married and she wasn't my daughter, I'd jump at the chance to fuck her brains out.

The next morning was laundry day. While Mandy was in the shower, I gathered her intimates to wash with my own. As I was moving them to the washing machine, I noticed a wet spot in the crotch of Mandy's panties. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't resist the urge. I held Mandy's panties against my face and inhaled deeply. Fuck, she smelled so good, I couldn't help but wonder how she'd taste. I slipped my hand down my sweatpants to stroke my slit while holding Mandy's panties against my face. Mandy's scent permeated my nostrils as my fingers penetrated my cunt. I hadn't been this horny in years, so I was briefly tempted to say "fuck it" and just keep playing with myself when I heard my husband coming down the stairs. Discretion won out and I wiped my finger off on Mandy's panties and threw all of the laundry in the machine, just in time for John to round the corner.

"Veronica, baby, I hate to do this, and especially on such short notice, but I have to go out of town for work. George was doing the big presentation, but he caught the flu, at least we hope it's just the flu. Anyway, long story short, they need me to fly out and take over. I'm really sorry, baby; I shouldn't be gone more than a week. On the upside, it'll give you and Mandy some time alone together."

I wasn't sure that was a good thing. Mandy and I definitely needed to have a difficult chat to clear things up. I couldn't keep avoiding my daughter. I didn't want to keep avoiding my daughter, but I wasn't entirely confident that I could control myself if we were alone. "It's ok, baby. You go do what needs to be done and we'll get by. Maybe do a girl's day out, shopping, mani-pedis, the works."

"That sounds great, love. Some fun mother/daughter bonding time."

My filthy, perverted mind immediately changed that to "fun mother/daughter bondage time" and my pussy gushed at the mental image of my baby girl tied to the bed, naked and vulnerable, exposed for my pleasure. Yeah, this was going to be a tough week.

The next day I drove my husband to the airport and grabbed dinner for Mandy and me on the way home. We ate in a tense, charged silence. When she was finished, Mandy got up to leave, but I stopped her. "Baby, we need to talk."

Mandy's lower lip immediately started quivering and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Mommy, I'm sorry. I know you're disgusted with me and that's why you've been avoiding me. I wish I could take it back and just keep my mouth shut, so you could stand to look at me and things would be ok between us again."

"Baby, I'm not disgusted with you. Quite the opposite, in fact. I've been avoiding you because every time I see you, it reminds me of what an unbelievably sexy woman you've become. And it, um, it makes me want to do things to you. Naughty things. Things that I know I can't do, because I'm your Mother and I'm married."

"So, if I wasn't your daughter and you weren't married, you might be interested?"

"Baby, there's no 'might be' to it. I am married and you are my daughter and I still want to fuck you senseless. But it would be wrong, because I'm married and your Mother and I would never change either of those things. I love your father dearly and the pride of my life is having a daughter as wonderful as you."

"It's not like you'd be cheating on Dad, not in any bad way. You wouldn't be risking pregnancy with some other guy. And I wouldn't be taking anything from Dad, I'd just be filling in for what he's not providing you enough of."

"Well, it's true that our sex life hasn't been quite what I'd like. God, I can't believe I'm talking about this with my daughter. It's not your Dad's fault, though, at least not entirely. Sure, he's getting older and doesn't have the energy he used to, but I also haven't been as receptive as I could be. There was a time when just the sound of his voice would have me ready to tear his clothes off and fuck him. Then we got busy, life got in the way and I didn't feel like it as much. I think your Father felt like I didn't want him the way I used to, so he dove headfirst into work."

"See! Us being together could strengthen your marriage! I can fulfill your sexual needs and some nights just get you really horny and send you off to Dad! He'll feel like you love him as much as you actually do."

"You may be right, baby, but we still can't. You're still my daughter and it's still incest."

"So? We can't get each other pregnant. There's no chance of inbreeding."

"There are still power dynamics. I'm an authority figure."

"Mom, you never came on to me or tried to convince me to have sex with you. I'm the one desperately trying to convince you to love me."

"I don't know, baby. Society says it's wrong."

"Please, just kiss me, Mom. If it feels icky or wrong, we'll stop. That'll end any lust we have for each other and we can move on and pretend it never happened."

I decided to do it. I leaned forward to kiss my daughter before I lost my nerve. I hoped the kiss would be super awkward for both of us, we'd laugh it off and be able to get back to normal. But Mandy's lips were so soft. Mandy opened her mouth and her tongue caressed my lips, sending lightning through my veins. I opened my mouth to grant her access and our tongues began a sensual dance. This transcended right and wrong; this was fate, written in the stars. I needed to be with Mandy.

I broke the kiss to see how Mandy felt. I had to check with her first to make sure I didn't pressure her in any way, though if she wasn't interested any more, I knew my heart would shatter into a million pieces.

"So, baby, what did you think?"

"Oh my god. Mom, that was better than I could've ever dreamed!"

"So, does that mean you're interested in trying more?"

"More than anything I've ever wanted in my life! Um, I mean, if you're interested, that is."

"Oh, baby, I am. I so am."

"Ok, Mommy, give me a few minutes to get ready, then come to my room."

Mandy

Holy shit, I had just kissed Mom! And now she wanted to do more! With me!! I ran up to my room and quickly changed into my sexiest thong and bra, touched up my makeup and put on a nice, subtle perfume. I turned off the overhead light and only left the lamp by my bed on, leaving the room softly lit. I wanted my first time with Mommy to be absolutely perfect. As I lay in bed waiting for her, my heart was threatening to beat its way out of my chest.

The door opened and the hallway light outlined Mom's beautiful body, her sexy silhouette the very embodiment of femininity. Mom approached, her hips swaying with each step. I was sure she could hear my heart beating in anticipation. Mom was wearing the hottest lingerie I had ever seen; I couldn't imagine anyone being more beautiful than her. Hopefully some day I'll be that sexy.

Victoria

I was half-mad with lust from making out with my daughter. I wanted to look my best for her, so I changed into a bustier that showed my breasts at their best and a pair of panties that sat high on my hips to accentuate my curves. I hoped she wouldn't be disappointed when she saw me.

I opened Mandy's door and my breath caught in my throat when I saw her. She could have been Aphrodite. Mandy's silky hair framed her angelic face and her eyes beckoned to me. I walked up to the side of her bed, passing by long legs that marked the path to heaven, to lay beside Mandy.

We resumed our kiss as though it had never ended. As we did, our hands roamed, exploring each other's body. My hand traced down Mandy's tight abs, then down into her thong. I ran my finger through Mandy's slit before slipping my finger into the silky softness of my daughter's pussy.

Mandy

I was fondling Mom's breasts. They are wonderful, but there was something that I wanted to feel even more. I slid my hand down Mom's side to her hips, then forward and down her panties. My fingers slipping inside Mom's pussy felt like coming home. I think I was doing something right, because she moaned, "Yes, baby, that feels so good. Fuck Mommy with your fingers."

I had longed to hear those words for so long. I pumped harder and faster, driven on by Mom's moans and the amazing feelings that she was stirring in me. That got the desired response. "Oh, fuck, yes baby! Just like that! That feels so good! You're making Mommy cum!" Mom's pussy kneaded my fingers, making one of my greatest fantasies come true. Mom's fingers in me, and her juices flowing down my hand, drove me over the edge, sending me into the throes of an Earth-shaking climax.

That was wonderful, but I wanted more. I reached behind Mom, unfastening her bustier. As Mom's magnificent breasts spilled out from the constraining fabric, I slid her panties down off her hips. I couldn't believe my eyes. Mom's body is absolutely perfect, all soft curves, warm and inviting, the absolute picture of femininity. I drank in the view. Her soft, full breasts, the gentle curve of her tummy to her pussy, the swell of her hips, the stretch marks where her body bore the burden of giving me life. She must have misinterpreted my stare, though. With her head on her chin and her eyes turned up toward me, she said, "I hope you're not too disappointed."

"Disappointed? Mommy, you have the sexiest, most beautiful body I've ever seen. I can't imagine anyone looking as good as you."

Mom blushed bright red. "You sure know how to make a woman feel good about herself."

"I think I know how to make you feel even better, Mommy."

When this day started, I wouldn't have dared to hope that I'd ever get to eat Mommy's pussy and yet here I was, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of Mom. She was so warm, so inviting, so wet that I couldn't wait to taste her. I kissed Mom's thighs, then her labia. I tried to take my time because I wanted to tease her. What I wanted far more, though, was to have Mom cum on my face, so I started running my tongue up and down her slit. The taste was heavenly! I coated my fingers in Mom's juices and stroked her clit while licking greedily.

Mom let me know how much she was enjoying my efforts, crying out, "Oh, fuck, that feels so good, baby! Don't stop, don't stop, You're making Mommy cum, baby!" Her hips bucking wildly, Mommy gave me a mouthful of her delicious cream. I crawled up Mom's body, so I could stare into her eyes while she came down from her orgasm.

Victoria

When my vision cleared, my baby girl was laying on me, staring down at me with her beautiful eyes, her face glistening with my cum. My daughter had just given me a second amazing orgasm, and the evening was still young. I wrapped my arms around Mandy, pulling her in for another kiss. Before tonight, the idea of tasting myself had never crossed my mind, but I loved the taste of my cum on her lips.

I unclasped Mandy's bra before sliding my hands down to grope her ass. It felt so nice, having her hot body pressed against mine. I wanted this kiss to last forever, but I knew it had to end before I could kiss my baby girl even more intimately. I rolled over so that Mandy was beneath me, then removed her bra to reveal her perky, beautiful breasts. I took the time to show Mandy's breasts the love they deserved, kissing and sucking and licking her beautiful nipples, before kissing my way down her body.