Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01

My god, mom's practically masturbating right next to me, Emilie had thought, feeling her own tight sex responding to the visual stimulation. In a mirroring fashion her nipples were also hard, her snatch hot, itchy and increasingly damp under the short summer dress she wore.

'Whoa, I think you've had enough, mom,' the horny daughter said as her mother nearly dropped her glass on the floor. Taking the wineglass the sly offspring deposited it on the coffee table. 'I think it's time for bed,' she giggled.

Standing, Emilie helped her mother from the couch, an operation made easier by her parent kicking off the platform heels she wore. Assisting the now bare-footed femme up the stairs, she had an arm around her waist. Unable to stop herself, the young lady let her hand slip, cupping her mother's yummy ass. With every step Emmy could feel the strong muscle flexing, cheeks rolling. Mrs Keary had wide hips, making her walk particularly seductive.

I can't believe I'm groping my own mother. Damn, she's got a sexy butt, Emilie thought, giving it a little squeeze. Kristina giggled, head rolling on her daughter's shoulder as they climbed the stairs. In response came another squeeze, a little longer, a bit more assertive. Passing through the doorway to the master bedroom, Emmy walked behind her mom, taking the chance to grope both cheeks as they stepped to the bed. Another giggle from the drunk woman. Not wishing to push her luck too far just yet, Emilie left the tipsy matriarch by the bed and walked back to the door.

'See you in the morning, mom,' the scheming daughter said, stepping out of the boudoir.

Careful not close the door fully, she watched as her mother undressed, enough light coming through the open drapes for her to see. Pulling the short olive dress over her head revealed Mrs Keary in all her glory. Rich black hair cascading over wide shoulders, leading to two well-formed breasts, glorious in their enhanced state. Flat stomach broadening into womanly hips hosting the sky-blue panties. The underwear clinging to the mature crotch, they were hugging Kristina's beaver jealously. Turning to the bed, Kristina leant over to pull the comforter back. Behind, the voyeur had the perfect view of her rear, new panties tight over shapely pert buttocks delineated by the butt crack, disappearing into her crotch. And then there were her beautiful, sexy long legs.

'Stunning,' Emilie whispered to herself, taking in the sight of the near-naked lady as she climbed into bed, still wearing the blue hipsters. Mother and daughter were very similar in looks and build, although Emmy was a little shorter, her hips not quite as wide and her bust natural. Snuggling under the comforter, Kristina settled down to sleep.

Quietly slipping down the hallway, Emilie made her way to the guest room to await her mother entering a deep sleep. If she's anything like me it won't be long. Neither of them could handle too much alcohol, and she'd ensured her mom was inebriated. From her experience she was aware of how quickly the Keary women fell asleep after drinking and they were both deep sleepers. More than once Emilie had awoken in the morning to find semen dribbling from a happy snatch where Richard had been amorous during the night. I love that. The thought of being raped by her husband while she slept always left the young wife feeling hot and bothered. It was another of their roleplay scenarios which they both enjoyed.

Sitting on the bed with erotic thoughts running through her mind, her tight little pussy was twitching with lust, feminine honey moistening her panties. Eager to put the rest of her plan into action, young Mrs Gates slipped the spaghetti straps of her yellow dress from her shoulders, letting the flimsy garment fall to the floor. Reaching behind, deft fingers unclasped the strapless bra, the white brassiere joining the clothing on the floor and freeing a pair of perfect boobs, pert with little dark nipples and pale areola.

Peeling her white silk panties off, Emmy took a moment to inspect the gusset. As expected the panel was sticky to the touch, the ceiling light reflecting off the creamy discharge of arousal. Richard would like these, she thought, taking a sniff of her own warm musky scent before adding them to the pile on the floor. Glancing at the clock by the bed, she figured enough time had elapsed. Mom must be asleep by now.

Nude, the sly woman stalked back along the darkened hallway to the master bedroom. Listening by the ajar door she listened carefully. From within came the sounds of slow even breathing from the slumbering occupant. 'Perfect,' the lurker whispered. Hesitating, she reached for the nearby wall switch flipping on the hallway light. Moving stealthily, Emilie entered the bedroom.

Confident her mother was deep asleep and wouldn't wake up any time soon, the horny daughter climbed into bed, slipping under the comforter. Lying propped up on her elbow, she looked at the peaceful face of the woman who'd birthed and raised her. But now she also saw a beautiful, sexy woman. In her chest, Emmy's heart was beating faster as adrenaline coursed through her veins, arousal and excitement intermixing. The sensation was matched by the throbbing between her legs, the heat and moisture growing in her naked crotch.

For years the young wife had indulged her husband's incest fantasy but had never considered the fantasy her own. Emmy didn't believe Richard had ever made his fantasy a reality, but here she was, about to rape her own parent. Surprised by how aroused she was, the daughter was filled with lust for the reposed female.

Keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of waking, Emilie reached out under the comforter, fingers lightly brushing a shapely thigh. Smooth and warm beneath the touch, the fingers ran gently along the leg, lightly caressing. Pulse racing, pussy swelling and hot, the daughter stroked her mother's thigh, delighting in the feel of it, the sheer exhilaration of partaking of the forbidden. Breaths coming fast and shallow, the molester inhaled the smell of her mom's familiar perfume. Growing bolder, the hand moved higher atop the long leg, fingers gliding up and down with teasing brushstrokes.

A little murmur came from the sleeping form, issued through the full inviting lips. It sounded dreamy, happy.

Mom's enjoying this, thought the young woman.

Mrs Gates was lost to a world of hot erotic sensation. Hand and fingers still caressing and stroking, the touch a little firmer, her eyes were locked to the sleeping woman's countenance, a flush rosy on the cheeks, a little smile on the lips. So similar to her own features yet obviously different, she couldn't help but see herself in her mother. How would she react if the situation were reversed? Would she welcome her mother's incestuous touch? Yes. Right now, yes I would, Emilie thought. God Richard, I really get it now, how you get so horny when we roleplay incest.

Under the covers the daughter's hand made contact with the hipster panties. Emmy's heart skipped a beat, her snatch convulsed, pussy lips felt hot and swollen already. Fingertips slowly tracing the patterns in the lace, each twirling caress brought them closer to the smooth front panel and what lay beneath.

Christ, I can't believe I'm doing this! I'm so fucking horny right now. Unconsciously mirroring her mother's actions from earlier in the evening, Emilie's thighs were rubbing together, massaging her broiling snatch.

Moving past the lacy side panels, fingertips slid over the front of the hipsters, exploring. Through the silky material Emmy discovered her mother was almost shaved, detecting only a landing strip of bush. It was a reminder that the woman she was molesting was more than just her mother, but a sexual being as well. Fascinated by this new consideration Emilie's caressing touch traced the strip downwards, enticed onwards by feminine warmth.

If I do this there's no turning back, she thought, consciously ignoring the fact she had no intention of stopping now.

'Ooh,' Emilie sighed, feeling her mother's clitoris through the panties. It was already stiff, peeking from its protective hood. Even asleep, Mrs Keary's body was quickly responding to the licentious caressing. As if she were touching herself, Emmy gently rolled the little bud, feeling it out as much as masturbating her parent. Gentle circling becoming more assertive, the motions were made ever more erotic by the silky texture of the panties.

I'm doing it. My god, I'm actually frigging mom. Another murmur came from the sleeping woman. Rather than stopping, the incester strummed the little bean, delighted when Kristina moaned louder still. Even in the darkened room Emilie could see the change of warming cheeks, lips parting as breathing changed, heat radiating from the slumbering form all caused by wanking her mother.

'Mm,' Mrs Keary mumbled. Still asleep, her legs opened a little, an unconscious invitation. It was an invitation readily accepted by her nasty daughter.

Crawling closer under the comforter, Emmy leg's now touched her mom's, tits pressed to her arm, head resting on a bare shoulder. 'You like this, don't you mom?' she whispered warm breath into her parent's ear. 'Yeah, I think you do. You've got me so hot as well.'

Letting her wandering fingers roam she explored the matriarch's crotch. Gliding over the silky panties, those questing digits found their way to her mother's cunny slit. With caressing brushes she stroked the crease, felt the swollen womanhood throbbing. Pressing harder Emilie discovered a damp patch. No, not just damp; mom's pussy his soaking, she realised. Just like mine, she thought considering the itchy heat between her own legs. Probing, she could feel the slit deepening, the labia parting under the pressure of the touch. Intensifying heat informed the incestual daughter she had reached the opening to the vagina. Christ, that's a mind fuck. I can't believe I'm really doing this.

Her excitement and arousal banking ever higher, Emilie began to lose any sense of caution. No longer caring if her parent awoke, the molesting became more insistent. Rubbing and scratching at the increasingly hot and moist cameltoe she'd created in the silky panties, she groped her sleeping parent, felt the sex responding. Under her digging fingers she could feel Kristina's sexual awakening, provocative body responding to the inappropriate touching. Crotch getting steamy, a definite wetness spreading, the sleeping woman's invaded privates were throbbing, the quivering in synch with Emmy's racing heartbeat.

'Oh, mom,' she whimpered, rubbing her fingers up and down the other woman's beaver crease. Looking at her mother's face, her gaze fell upon the curve of her breasts under the comforter.

Pulling her hand from under the covers, Emilie hesitated. Raising the fingers to her face she sniffed, inhaling the scent of her own mother's sexual odour. Emmy's heart skipped a beat as the perfume a daughter is never meant to know filled her nostrils. A long low moan echoed around the bedroom.

Pushing the comforter away revealed the naked chest of Kristina Keary. A wonderful jiggle of the enhanced bust came with every breath. Topping each was a stiff nipple bounded by areola so light they were barely there. Just like mine, Emilie observed. Having never seen her mother's new boobs, she was fascinated by them. Eyes roaming their contours, she traced the rounded curves, marvelled at their perfect size. They didn't look quite natural but were undoubtedly sexy. And they were enticing.

Without even realising it, Emilie's fingers were already on the nearer breast. Gently her fingertips brushed the rounded shape, felt the soft warm skin. Cupping, she considered its firmness. Beautiful. Reaching over the resting woman, Emmy squeezed its sister breast. No stranger to sex with a woman, it was something entirely different and utterly divine to be groping her parent, touching and feeling her boobs.

Hands moving around brought fingers to the upward jutting teat. A little larger than her own, Emilie felt how stiff they were. Pinched between finger and thumb she investigated the nipple, fascinated. They weren't particularly long but suited the enhanced tits perfectly. Leaning over, she closed pink-painted lips over the nearer teat, suckled on her mother's breast, the first time since she was a baby. Exhilarated by the changed context she sucked harder, the breast in her other hand being fondled.

As she mouthed and suckled at her mother, the incestuous daughter's hand slid down Kristina's lean sexy body. Under the covers, fingers slipped under sky-blue panties. Passing over the landing strip and stiff clit, Emilie wanted desperately to touch her mom's snatch now. Hot wet flesh greeted the questing touch, slick cunny lips clinging to the assaulting finger sliding along the motherly gash. A sudden intake of breath came as the finger found the entrance to the vagina from which she had been birthed. The idea spiked her arousal, sent a strong throb throughout her own crotch.

Emilie pushed a finger into her mother's pussy. Oh, fucking hell. That feels amazing. Head on her mother's breast, she was panting as she slowly fingered her parent. Inside was gripping warmth, a clenching moistness. Against the back of her squirming hand was the gusset of her mom's panties, already dampened by feminine secretions.

With her mother panting in her sleep, blush brightening on her cheeks, Emmy pushed a second digit into her. Within the two fingers explored the surprisingly tight birth canal, felt the enclosing walls, the tropical space. Breathing hard as she finger-fucked her mom, Emilie's mind was abuzz with the situation, the sheer audacity of finger-banging her own mother. The entire situation had her nearing the boiling point, the need to cum increasing rapidly.

Kristina's breathing changed, becoming a mix of panting and feminine moans, each utterance causing her daughter's heart to skip a beat with excitement and a certain sense of achievement. The sounds were matched by those of her daughter whose other hand had worked its way between her own legs. Emilie's inner thighs and scrabbling fingers were sticky with womanly nectar, her sex dribbling from the stimulation.

Creamy pussy juice was already coating the plunging, twisting fingers, bubbling out around them and soaking into the already moist panties. Changing to a crooking motion caused contact with the hidden G-spot while the heel of her hand was grinding against the stiff clit. Suddenly Kristina's body bucked, hips rising from the bed, thrusting into the incestuous lesbian grip. A sudden intake of breath, then Mrs Keary gave a little shriek as she climaxed, the double stimulation of G-spot and clitoris had her snatch convulsing around the invasive fingers, sucking on them like a starving mouth. Kristina crashed to the bed only to buck again, this time sending a torrent of girl cum squirting into her panties.

Recognising what was happening from her own experience, Emmy pulled her fingers out of the way. Slick with her mom's private ambrosia, two fingers strummed the vibrating clit relentlessly, driving Kristina to cum harder. Multiple orgasms exploded a wash of viscous cunt honey into the panties, soaking the gusset, filling up with motherly cream. Body falling back to the bed, Mrs Keary writhed against the mattress, pelvis rocking, breathing hard.

'Yes, mom, cum for me. Soak those panties,' Emilie whispered to her mother, watching her face as she came, fascinated by the expression of pure bliss and sexual release. Beneath the panties, her fingers continued to strum the sensitive bud, drawing out the climax until the convulsions from within slackened.

After a moment Kristina stopped moving, letting out a series of satisfied sounding groans. Throughout she had never awakened, remained unaware of the molestation her daughter was visiting upon her.

Withdrawing her hand from the sodden panties, Emmy held up her fingers. In the low light she could see strings of viscous fluid strung between them. Bringing them closer young Mrs Gates smelt the aroma of her mom's girl cum, inhaling the scent of fresh cunt butter. Without thinking, she took them into her mouth, sampling her first taste of motherly honey.

'Mm,' Emilie breathed to herself, sliding the fingers through her lips, savouring the warm spicy treat. 'Delicious.'

With the taste of her mom on her tongue, Emilie suddenly burned with the need to cum. Lying back against the bed, she spread of legs and drove her hand into her crotch. Just like her mother, the daughter's pussy was a hot sloppy mess, rich feminine sexual discharge dribbling from a clutching, twitching hole. Targeting her sensitive bud, the visitor strummed the sensitive spot, gasping at the badly needed touch. Two fingers rapidly circled the overly sensitive bean, before sliding down, burrowing between slick twat lips and delving into her body. Body bucking against the penetration, Emilie gasped again, heart racing. Plunging her fingers in and out, fucking her needy hole, she writhed in the bed next to her sleeping mom. As she moved, her leg knocked the sleeping form beside her. Emilie was beside herself with arousal when a nasty idea came to mind. An idea she couldn't resist in her heightened state. A nasty incestuous idea.

Swapping hands busily working her crotch, Emmy's other hand slid into her mother's panties, fingers quickly re-entering the other woman. Concentrating, she fucked both hungry cunny's in stereo, two fingers running in and out of each of them. Twisting and twirling with each shove into Kristina, she coated her digits in more of her mother's womanly cream.

Two women in bed: sleeping mother, scheming daughter. Beneath the sheets the younger woman incestuously touches her parent, groping her birthplace. Between her own legs she strums her clit, hips thrusting back and forth. Together the women moan, one murmuring as she sleeps, the other as she molests. Twin gasps, twin moans and both femmes near orgasm, the heat under the covers increasing, movements of pleasure, writhing bodies.

Sending her mother over the edge again, Emilie Gates kept her fingers jammed inside her mom. Cuntal walls sucked at the still twisting fingers before another tsunami of girl cum washed over them, spurting into the already saturated underwear. Kristina's body was bucking and writhing, full lips open as she gasped and panted, forced to climax in her sleep by the rapist offspring.

Emilie retrieved her hand from the writhing woman's crotch before shoving them as deep as she could into her own pussy. 'Ooh, fuck,' she moaned. Just the idea of mixing Kristina's cum with her own pussy juice inside her vagina had her cumming as soon as the fingers filled her. 'Nasty. So fucking nasty,' she whimpered. Lying next to her mother, masturbating with a combination of their feminine fluids shoved her over the edge into orgasm. Emilie's body seized, her entire frame rigid as she filled with tingles of pleasure, from her curling toes to her burning ears. Gasping, skin flushed, she came in her mother's bed.

'Oh...cumming...cumming,' Mrs Gates moaned, bringing herself off. Inner thighs slick with orgasm, her body bucked against her touch, racing through its pleasure as she tingled and burned. Next to her, Mrs Keary also moved. The overindulging of wine supressing her system, she remained deeply asleep even as her own hand found its way to her crotch and she stroked to a third climax, body writhing under the sheets. Mother and daughter cumming together. So similar in looks, they both came hard and easily, thick feminine liquor dribbling from their twitching twats.