Sarah's Lessons Continue

"Mmmm, this is so nice, Mom," Sarah purred, placing a few more kisses on her mother's face and neck before nuzzling the smooth valley between her hard-tipped breasts.

"Yes, my love." Linda took a deep breath. "Honey, you certainly have a way."

Sarah giggled, sounding like a little girl then, suddenly, she sat up.

"God, I'm hungry."

"What, now?" Linda traced her fingertip around the small of Sarah's back, then it dawned on her.

Silly Linda. Sex makes you hungry, too.

As Linda fished through the refrigerator for a nosh, her face and breasts illuminated by the glow emanating from inside the appliance, Sarah wolfed her way through a bowl of Rice Krispies, slurping down the milk as her mother turned to watch in amusement. The young woman burped, wiping her mouth with her forearm, then, not satisfied, proceeded to make another bowl, sprinkling a spoonful of sugar on top.

Linda nibbled on a piece of cold chicken from dinner a couple of nights ago, watching the nude waif as she shoveled spoon after spoon of cereal into her face, milk dribbling down her chin. Mother couldn't help but stare at her daughter's mouth.

Now she's a child eating cereal, but less than thirty minutes ago, she was ingesting my fluids and her father's cum.

She also thought of her flight, which was leaving in less than four hours.

I'm running on just a couple of hours' sleep if that, but I'd do it again and again. Fuck it. I'll sleep on the plane. Fuck my job!

Like a good daughter, Sarah rinsed her bowl, placing it into the dishwasher with the spoon. She walked over and embraced her mother, pressing their naked bodies together.

"We still have an hour or two before sunrise, Mom," she murmured between Linda's breasts. "Will you stay with me?"

Linda felt a tear streak down her cheek as she kissed the top of her daughter's head.

"Yes, my love."

Back in Sarah's bed, they left the covers down around their knees. After so many rounds, they were still radiating their own heat, and the cool air felt good.

"Can you sleep, Mom?" Sarah asked, concerned. "I know you have to fly out soon." Linda sighed.

My dear, thoughtful girl.

"Doubtful, although if we had the day together, I'd sleep like the dead."

Again, the young woman giggled. "Wore ya out, huh?"

"And how." Linda stroked her daughter's hair, inhaling the scent. "But it's not just that, it's how good I feel right now, having made love to you, and you to me. Talk about a new dimension in mother-daughter relations."

Sarah kissed the pillowy breast in front of her. "Ya think?" Then she took a deep breath. Her voice lost its childish sarcasm. "Yes, Mom. I'm glad we finally crossed the river."

What a mature thing to say.

Since there didn't seem to be many more taboos left to break between them, Linda felt encouraged to say what she was thinking.

"I hope we can do this again, honey, I mean, after I get back from my trip."

"Damn well hope so."

Linda snorted, gently massaging her daughter's diminutive buttocks. "And I never knew you had all these skills. Such talent! Who knew?" She knew she was repeating herself, but so very much wanted to know how Sarah was so accomplished.

"Like it's something we'd discuss with Dad by the poolside."

"True," Linda replied, although she was already thinking ahead, about how and when the triad of mother, daughter, and father would come together, no pun intended.

They fell silent for several minutes. Somewhere in the distance, a rooster crowed, even though the sun had yet to rise. Linda wondered what other things her daughter could do. It was as if Sarah was reading her mother's mind when she broke the stillness with a whisper.

"Before you ask me, and I know you will..."

Mother was quick to respond. "It's none of my business."

"Oh, please." The sarcasm was thick. "I think we can talk now. Girls and boys, if you want to know. Just fooling around."

"Okay, just like me before I met your father."

"Girls and boys?" Sarah chuckled. "Well, no surprise, especially now."

"Okay, I'll pry, then. When?"

"Sleepovers, after school, you know, study groups." Sarah rubbed her mother's stomach absentmindedly, lost in its smoothness as her mind wandered. "Things most every teenage girl does."

"Of course, and eating puss..." Linda paused. "Cunnilingus?"

Sarah watched her hand moving over her mother's skin, gazing at the thick patch of fur beyond. "When I'm doing it it's eating pussy, Mom. Muff diving."

"Oh, my."

"And this one girl, Marla, she's special. I think you've met her."

"Oh, yeah. A plump one, she is, and really cute."

Sarah spoke into her mother's breasts, her voice soft and cool. "We started out kissing, hiding behind the bleachers at school. She loves me sucking her tits, and she returns the favor. We also finger each other a lot. After seeing some lesbians in one of Dad's magazines, I decided to do a little more."

"Go south?"

Sarah giggled. "I never heard it put that way, but yes. Found out more about pussies than we were ever taught in sex ed or biology. Didn't take long before we were sixty-nining one another."

Hearing Sarah describe her sexual explorations, and so matter-of-factly, especially with the young woman's hand rubbing so close to her mother's bush, was stoking Linda's fire.

"We ended up tribbing, just moving against one another."

"Like you and I did at the start of all this?"

"Yeah, but I like what you and I did just now. What do they call that?"

"That's tribbing, too, but it's also called scissoring, honey."

"Damn, that made me come hard!"

"Me, too." Linda smiled, kissing the top of her daughter's head. "We need to practice that a lot more." Sarah looked up to her mother's face, returning the smile, nodding.

"Anyway, Marla has such big tits, and her body's nice and soft, and those full lips! It's so much fun being naked with her."

"Oh, honey, you're bringing back memories."

"Am I? We're making some memories right now." Sarah moved in and gave her mother a long, slow kiss.

"Mmmm..." Linda moaned as their tongues circled each other a few times. When Sarah pulled back, Linda whispered.

"My love."

"Yes, Mom."

"Tell me more, please."

Sarah returned her face to her mother's breasts, her lips only an inch from an erect nipple. Linda could feel her breath as she spoke.

"Marla's not the only one, but she was my first and by far the most frequent. You'd be surprised how many girls out there like to experiment, or at least brush up on their necking skills."

"No, honey. No surprise at all."

"I think I like girls better than boys, but that could change."

"What about the boys?"

"Oh, Mom, you should know."

"I do. It's very different."

"They just get so weird. Suck a cock and they think you're their girlfriend or something."

"Well, not everyone's so open-minded."

"Tell me about it."

The moment Sarah mentioned fellatio, the image of her sweet, young daughter going down on her father entered Linda's mind.

Jesus, that would be so hot, but I need to be careful. One step at a time.

Sarah toyed with her mother's fur, which was all stiff and matted with sex goo. Her delicate fingers tugged at the stiff peaks. "A couple of guys I know are a little more sophisticated. They teach me things and don't follow me around after like a lovesick puppy."

"That's how you recognized your father's semen in me."

"Uh-huh."

"God, that was so sexy."

By now, the young woman was stroking her mother's pussy, petting it like she would a cat. Linda didn't resist.

"Honey, I'm going to be so sore down there, but I'm not going to get any sleep." Her hand covered Sarah's.

"So why not take advantage?"

"Let's put out this fire."

"Funny how they keep popping up." A mirthful grin.

Immediately, Sarah positioned herself between her mother's open thighs and, as they watched each other's faces, fur rubbed against fur with urgent need. Breaking her gaze, Linda took a nipple in her mouth, gently sucking it, flicking her tongue against the tender bud.

"Ohhh, Mom, yes! Do it harder."

Linda moaned, taking in most of Sarah's small breast, sucking with contentment as she rolled the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

"God, it feels so good."

Movements became faster and faster until Sarah winced, squeezing her eyes shut, squealing with delight. Mother responded by grunting out her own solid orgasm.

"Yes! Another one, my love," Linda hissed as they slipped down from the peak of yet another mutual climax, but she wasn't done.

With a swift motion, Linda took the high ground. She rose up, laying Sarah on her back.

"Oh, god, Mom!" The young woman gasped.

Mother took another mouthful of tender teenaged tit, her free hand sliding down her daughter's thigh until it met downy blonde fur. Her middle finger rubbed up and down the young woman's slit, teasing her engorged, sensitive bud, making Sarah whimper. Next thing, Linda slipped it in.

So wet, but still so unbelievably tight. I wonder if she's still a virgin?

"Oh, Mom...I...G-g-goddd!" Sarah's thighs spread wide as her mother wriggled deeper.

Linda was careful not to hurt her daughter. She still didn't know if that sweet young pussy had accepted a man's penis yet, or anything else, for that matter. Still, she worked with a gentle insistence, inch by inch, deeper and deeper, until she began massaging the spongy area right behind Sarah's throbbing clit.

"Oh...OHHH...FUUUCKKKK!!!" Sarah's eyes opened wide, mouth dropping open as her mother massaged her sweet spot.

"Yes, my love," Linda whispered breathily against her daughter's wet nipple. "God, your pussy is tight."

"Uh-huh." Sarah squirmed as pleasure possessed her body. "UH-HUHHH!!!"

Linda took the young woman's other nipple in her mouth, creating a new shower of sparks. Sarah clutched at her mother's shoulders, little fingers digging into hot, naked flesh as she panted.

"God, Mom...yes...yes...that's it...coming...COMING!!!"

Linda held the young woman tight as she convulsed with one shock after another of an intense climax. Suddenly, Sarah pushed her mother's hand away, breaking free of her hold. Mother watched in awe as her daughter's lithe, young body shook violently as if she was being assaulted by some invisible beast.

"Honey, are you okay?" was all she could ask. Sarah briefly nodded, clenching her teeth.

Linda hesitated to touch her daughter as she gasped for air, looking like she was recovering from a seizure. It took a moment for Sarah to regain her composure.

"Holy fuck, Mom." She looked at her mother with surprised eyes. "What was that you just did?"

Mother couldn't help but grin with some degree of self-satisfaction and mischief. "Just found your G-spot."

"My what?"

"Your G-spot." Linda finally reached out, brushing her fingertips across Sarah's arm.

Immediately, the young woman kissed her mother's hand, the same hand that had administered the earth-shattering orgasm. Her lips roamed over the musky wetness from her own pussy, tasting it as Linda sighed.

"I assumed you had discovered that, too."

Sarah shook her head, looking at her mother with wonder. "No." Then she sidled up against Linda's naked body. "Oh, fuck, no."

"Wow," Linda kissed her girl. "At last, I taught you something."

"Oh, Mom, I..."

It was as if Linda had switched on a light in Sarah's body. Daughter covered her mother's face, neck, and breasts with kisses of gratitude. They started necking again, tongues lashing, aggressively probing, covering both of their mouths with glistening saliva. Sarah finally had to break away to catch her breath.

"Something to introduce to your friends?" Linda teased.

Sarah nodded. The sun had yet to appear, but the pre-dawn twilight was slowly making its way into the bedroom. Linda knew the alarm clock would be going off soon in the master bedroom, awakening Michael. They all had a busy day ahead.

"Your father will be getting up soon."

"Yeah, guess we need to get ourselves cleaned up."

"Yep." Linda didn't know what else to say. She so very much wanted to ask Sarah if Michael could be part of their naughty, newfound play.

"What do we tell Dad?" Sarah asked as she curled up into a fetal position, pressing against her mother. Neither one of them wanted to break the sweet, carnal tableau of the last few hours.

"What do you think we should tell him?"

Sarah paused, chewing her lower lip in thought. "I don't want to pretend nothing happened. I don't like keeping this a secret, but I don't know how Dad would respond." Her voice had become very small and meek, much different than the orgasming young woman from minutes before.

Linda noticed her daughter trembling. Immediately, she encircled the little waif with her naked body, ensconcing her in motherly love and protection.

"Honey." Mother spoke into Sarah's tousled hair. "He may be surprised, but not shocked. You heard what happened between your father and me last night. You know what he said. It didn't take much provocation from me for him to slip into his role."

Hmmm, Linda, that may not be totally true, but just go with it. Grease the rails. She heard all of it, anyway. Let her make her own decision.

"Yeah," Daughter whispered, "but that was pretending. This is real."

"I know, love." Linda let a minute pass as more light enveloped the room. "You've been so open with me, even aggressive. Your father's no different."

"Yes, he is. He has a penis."

"Okay, I must ask, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want..."

"I'm a virgin, Mom." Sarah let out a quivering breath. "No cocks inside my pussy." Despite her nervousness, she snorted. "Just my mouth."

"Dildos?"

"No, Mom. Just fingers."

"That's why you're so tight." Linda sighed. "So very damn tight, young lady!"

Sarah managed a giggle. She was beginning to relax a bit.

Linda shook her head. "I know what it's like wanting to save yourself for the right person, whoever that may be."

"Yep." Sarah looked up at her mother. "And I've thought about it a lot recently, especially when I listen to Dad fucking you senseless every night."

"That makes you think of saving yourself? What do you mean?"

"I think of saving myself for the man I love most."

Linda felt a surge of warmth rise in her chest and throat. She swallowed.

Ah, it's just wishful thinking.

"Mom," Sarah nuzzled her mother's skin, inhaling the heady aroma of sweat and sex. "Is it okay if Dad took my cherry?"

Oh, my god! Ohhh...

Now it was Linda's voice that quivered. She tried to keep her composure, fighting to maintain some degree of motherly control, but alas in futility. She couldn't believe her pussy was throbbing again.

A dream come true!

"It's a big step." Linda tried to cultivate the right words in her mind, to try and sound like an intelligent, loving mother, but to no avail. This was yet another big moment in their relationship. They were coming so fast now, piling up, one on top of another.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, my love. Let's talk to your father."

Linda heard the muffled buzzing of the electric Westclox in the master bedroom.

No time like the present.

"Dad's awake."

"Yes." Linda sat up, with great reluctance, in bed. She wanted to stay there with Sarah forever, and fuck the new job which was going to take her away from her family for a week, especially at such an important time.

She placed her feet on the cool, soft carpet, taking several deep breaths as she kneaded the plushness with her long toes. She felt as if she was in a dream. Perhaps it was lack of sleep or her mind still comprehending the fact that she and her daughter were now lovers, or the prospect of Michael fucking Sarah, taking her virginity, which might very well become a reality.

Come on, muster that motherly strength of yours. Courage.

Linda stood, turning to pull Sarah out of bed as well. They both padded down the hallway toward the master bedroom. Those ten feet or so felt like a mile. Linda could feel her daughter's hand shaking, or was it her own? The young woman paused.

"What is it?" Linda whispered.

For a few seconds, silence.

"Mom, I..." Sarah's voice was unsteady. "I'm scared."

Linda turned to gaze into her daughter's eyes.

"Honey," she stroked her smooth cheek, "you don't have to do this. We can talk when I get back. Your father doesn't have to know anything until then, if at all."

Sarah licked her lips, as if mentally standing on a precipice, blinking her eyes.

"No, I don't want to wait."

"You're sure?"

"No." She smiled. "But let's do it anyway."

"Okay." Linda squeezed her daughter's hand. She turned the doorknob and pushed.

Inside, she could hear the sounds of Michael awakening to the new day. If it was a deep sleep, he would lie there for several minutes, taking deep breaths, letting his consciousness come up to speed before pushing away the covers. Normally, Linda would be right beside him.

"Stay out here, honey."

Sarah nodded.

Linda entered the dim room. As expected, her husband was still under the covers, breaths audible. She slipped in beside him.

"Good morning, my love." She whispered, kissing him on the cheek, her head resting on his shoulder.

Michael coughed, clearing his throat. From his quiet demeanor, Linda knew he had slept soundly after their incestuous roleplay the previous night. Good, copious sex always helped him to release, both physically and emotionally, and to have a deep, full sleep. He reached over and took a swig from an opaque brown bottle of mineral water on the bedstand.

"Morning," he finally rasped.

She could see him blinking his eyes as he moved his arms above the covers. He slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her tightly against his torso. The musky odor of the previous night's sex and sleep filled her nostrils.

"Where did you go?" Michael finally returned the kiss.

Linda wasn't sure about how to proceed, so she approached what she wanted to say with great care.

"I was with Sarah."

"Oh, okay."

"We were talking."

Michael rubbed his eyes with his free hand, then turned to nuzzle his wife's hair.

"Girl stuff?"

"Yes."

Linda felt Michael's erect penis rubbing against her thigh. Every morning he awoke with a solid plank of morning wood. Most times, she would relieve him, or he would take care of it himself.

Can't keep a good man down.

"Well, not to pry, but..." he reached down to adjust his hardness as so it wasn't fighting against the weight of the covers. Linda's hand covered his before he could pull it away. "Mmmm," he moaned.

Stop pussyfooting around and speak, dammit!

"Sarah could hear us last night."

"Okay. Well, we haven't been too secretive about our lovemaking since she turned eighteen. She's probably heard us a lot of nights, and mornings."

"I know, love." She inhaled, releasing the breath slowly.

"Well, don't stop there. What's up? He snorted. "Aside from the obvious?"

"She heard us role-playing." Her voice lowered. "You know."

Michael paused for a moment, his brain still coming up to speed. "Ohhh!" The fog dissipated. "Shit! That's what she heard." A big sigh. "What do we do?"

Linda felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff. If she jumped, there was no guarantee she would fly, or merely plummet to the craggy rocks below.

I have a plane to catch, goddammit, and you have work. No time to be coy.

"Sarah's outside the door right now."

"What?" He started, but Linda squeezed his cock hard, making him squirm.

"Don't freak out, baby."

"But what the fuck? What's she doing out there?"

"She wants to talk, that's all, and I think we owe that to our only child."