The Birds and the Bees

That first night, my mother ushered me into our makeshift bathtub and took charge of my toilette. I was expecting or imagining that she might confide in me, the "facts of life." The "fact" that I took from her story was that my body would soon become the sexual playground for whomever wished to take me. I no longer had any control over by whom or where I would be fucked. I was advised that sometimes it was better to pretend to enjoy it but to just think of something else. Also, I should never criticize or say "NO."

A dumbstruck expression was plastered on my face when I watched my mom casually drop the flimsy robe she wore to the floor, revealing her naked body to my stunned eyes. She had big boobs just like mine, that sagged a bit to her rounded, wrinkled belly. And between her legs, grew a forest of greying, curly brown hair. My mother wasn't old but she was well-worn. In an old, awful expression, she had been "rode hard and put away wet." Her skin was browned from the sun except for glaring white patches around her tits and hairy bush, much like mine but I had never really thought about how it looked. Her back and legs were heavily muscled despite her small size. And if she could ever find lipstick, clean clothes and a brush, she might appear very pretty and much younger than she looked now.

To save precious resources and time, we four girls were usually in the tiny bathroom together, but I always studiously avoided looking at my mother's nude body. Now, she wanted me to observe her as she slowly pressed her soapy hands over her warm, slippery form. She cupped both full breasts in her hands and pinched the dark nipples with her fingers, then slid her slickened palm steadily through the matted, kinky curls and seemed to enjoy teasing me as her fingers plied the pinkish outer folds of her tight pussy. A sly smile played on her lips as she spied my awestruck eyes cautiously following her every move. And there was more to her expression that I didn't quite understand at the time. She was enjoying this little taste of exhibitionism and mastery.

I was instructed to copy her as she bathed and perfumed her hair and skin with some sort of homemade tonic. I was a bit embarrassed to be undressed beside my mother and to watch her, as she displayed her tits and pussy to my sheltered eyes. I tentatively rubbed my own pubic patch and soaped the generous mounds of my upper chest. I felt embarrassed but she seemed to be getting a jolt out of it. She moved behind me she said, to wash my back, but her hands rarely left my squirming butt. She mentioned that I should be certain to be clean "down there." There was even a bewildering moment when her hands slipped around my back and were soaping my full, swaying tits. Then her hand followed the path of the sudsy water and slowly moved towards my own cunt. As her warm hands lingered on my trembling frame, her pelvis pressed against my bare ass and I sensed her big tits jamming into my wet back. It was my mother, so I allowed her fingers some uncomfortable familiarity and was unsure about her other movements, but then I turned much too squeamish and embarrassed. Her face revealed a seductive leer and her body tightened against mine as if she were shedding years of frustration. But even as she toweled my smooth, glistening skin, my body rippled with a flustered sense of confusion and my nipples were hard as diamonds. That feeling in my uterus, that only my fingers had ever brought-on before, now had my aching pussy on fire. I felt shame but something else of a more sensual nature.

She said that for the first time, we should both wear something nice. So, she opened a dusty trunk of dingy, moldy clothes and we fitted ourselves with lacy underwear that probably hadn't seen the light for ten years. I was still confused about what she meant by "the first time." I noticed that she took particular attention to how the translucent material of the gown, hugged my womanly features and her hands lingered longer than I thought proper on my ass and pussy. The soft cloth was faded and dusty and most of our bodies could plainly be viewed. Funny though, she appeared prettier and I felt suddenly sexy, wearing even these skimpy, moth-eaten gowns. She coyly smiled every time my body shivered under her intense groping. Both sets of our nipples were like bullets, poking through our sheer cover-ups. Mother took my hand in hers and pressed it to her breast, where after a brief hesitation, naturally I squeezed and caressed the floppy pair of mammaries as I'd done to my own on many sleepless nights. Then she led me to her room.

Upon crawling into her bed that night, I was jittery that this was the first night that I would not be sleeping in the little room down the hall with my two younger sisters. And I kept asking about father. It was extremely rare that we would ever have this amount of time to ourselves and I knew that this pampering had an underlying, sinister purpose. I was told not to worry about him for right now, and that I should learn to be at ease with another woman. Her soft brown eyes danced with an erotic appeal. The lines around her lips and eyes softened. Her fingers continued to pinch at my nipples and she balanced my weighty tits in her palms. She had me brush my long chestnut hair and wear it loosely, so that it flowed freely down my back. She suggested that I undress infront of her with the light still on, because a man enjoys watching a woman strip for him, and I should be prepared. This was already too much for me to comprehend at this moment. My breath was a stuttering series of pants and my heart raced palpably in my chest. She decided on a different tack and started by gently rubbing my tense shoulders and brushing her fingers through my silken locks.

She took my hand and laid me down on her bed. I was nervous and scared, as she doused all but one candle and then crawled in bed next to me. I again asked about father, and she further confused me by saying that it would only be the two of us, for a short while, so that I could relax and learn all about a woman's body. I was definitely not relaxed, and I wondered which woman's body I was supposed to learn about!

She leaned towards me and began to kiss me, not in any way that she ever kissed me before. And her unaccustomed, exploring kisses didn't stop at my lips. She was kissing my neck and slowly working a path down my front, unlacing the gauzy linen as she went and planting sloppy, wet kisses on the heaving mounds of my breasts. I tried crossing my arms and turning my back to her, but she kept mumbling shocking phrases such as " just relax and enjoy it," and "watch what I'm doing" or "how does that feel?" and "are you getting excited?" She kept pulling my arms to my side and was gradually easing her body on top of mine, while undressing me completely and running her fingers and tongue over my most forbidden parts. I was squirming yet enraptured by the alluring persuasion.

I was both lost in the strangest of desires and amazed at how my body was reacting to her sensuous touch. The bed seemed hotter and wetter than it did moments ago and my legs were churning while my hips thrust against the thin sheets. Her hands were kneading at my firm globes and I was ashamed to see that my pink nipples were stiff and tender under her gentle bites and firm massage. I was sweating and the warmth in my loins was causing a tremor of electricity to ripple through my moistened torso. Soon, though her hands still played with my firm mammaries, she was sliding down my body, licking my belly as she descended. I felt the weight of her body on mine as she sensually slid down my body, helped by my nervous sweat and the warm, wetness oozing from her hairy cunt. My entire body was quivering and my insides tingled like I had never imagined.

Her head disappeared under the sheets as I felt a warm tongue trail a soothing, erotic path over my undulating pelvis and between my shivering thighs. I knew where my pleasure-center was and had fingered myself to orgasm before, but this was all shockingly new and seemingly forbidden. The tingling in my cunt was growing like wildfire. I could have easily climaxed at this moment with my own fingers but I could see that my mother would bring-out something unknown to me. A crude vision of debauchery suddenly came over me and I gripped her head with both jittery hands and centered her invisible face above my aching pussy, forgetting altogether that this was my mother, and that what we were engaging in was incestuous hypersexuality.

Ofcourse, I had explored the wonders of my own body as I grew into womanhood. And I found certain tender spots that when brushed softly or jabbed repeatedly could-and would- send me into convulsions of sheer ecstasy. I knew how to make my nipples harden and which touch placed just so, would heat and moisten the soft lips of my labia. And I had also shyly and quietly plunged two probing digits into both of my most secret orifices. Bringing a world of undreamt gratification and sinful exhilaration to my trembling torso. But I never dreamed that a woman could bring this feeling out of me, especially not my mother.

My mind always conjured images of what I believed would be my perfect Prince Charming who would deliver me from my wretched existence and also he would know how to bring-out the mysteries of these suppressed emotions so that I could give and receive true love. The most valuable lesson that I learned from these flights of erotic fantasy was, that none of this was ever going to happen and that I had better learn to accept the hand that I was dealt. I was lying in bed naked, with my mother pawing at my horny flesh.

When my mother began to explain or rationalize; that this experience would prepare me for my future and also that there were ways that I could make myself feel good as well as deliver pleasure to another, she hastened to tell me that these sexual adventures that I was about to embark on, might sometimes involve more than just my betrothed, and possibly other family members- both male and female. I was in wild-eyed shock and disbelief as she began whispering these lewd, illicit thoughts into my disbelieving ears. My body stiffened and sweat broke-out all over me. I could hardly move or take a full breath as these crude, sensual images danced through my head. As I laid back stunned and wary, mother began to slowly trace small circles around my hardened nipples with just the soft pads of her fingertips. And her warm, moist kisses bathed my tingling torso and I felt her slippery tongue as she nipped at my pert tits and juggled each floppy breast in her comforting palms.

Her soothing tone and skillful fingers worked to relax my tremulous frame as much as could be expected from a virginal young woman being seduced and suckled by her own lecherous mother. When the warm fluid sensation that seemed to start in my uterus but spread through my belly; began to rush and roar like a tidal wave of excitement into my loins, I held-on tightly to the sides of her head, thankful for the moment, that I couldn't see her face beneath the sheets, and aimed her ravenous lips to the eager folds of my pussy and its plump little clit, I felt the rapture in my cunt that I didn't know was possible to achieve. The eerie moaning must have emanated from my lips but I had never heard such a sound before. And the rumbling in my gut could never prepare me for what was about to take place.

I writhed and squirmed lustily on the dank sheets and screamed in erotic thrill to the initial sensation of an orgasm caused by another person- incest or woman-on-woman be damned. My heart raced and my body-temperature soared. I moaned and rutted in delirious pleasure, groaning and moaning for more. Her fingers plied at both of my virginal but voracious openings while the broad, flat side of her raspy tongue lapped-at and tickled my protruding finger of raw flesh. She sent me into fits of never-known elation. The dam broke and I was swept away. My pussy pulsed and vibrated on the mattress. Her body, on top of mine, shook and held on tight. I screamed for more as my cunt erupted to the detonation. It must have been fifteen minutes before the tremors subsided in my body and my skin was no longer sensitive to every little touch. My sodden body was drained of both energy and hesitancy, but my mind was reeling with crude, lustful desire. I didn't know what else I was expected to do, but I did understand that I wanted to learn more.

As I slowly recovered my senses, I realized that she was sucking on and gently biting at my generous bosom. My loins had soaked the sheet and my lower half was on fire. Her hands gripped and kneaded my boobs in the same way that I used to watch her make bread from raw dough. She pinched the swollen, reddened tips as she manipulated my firm globes. Then she brought my hands up and held them to the undersides of my tits. While lathering warm, wet kisses between my cleavage and around the areola of each one, she explained to me that I should squeeze my own tits and hold them out to her as an offering, to be sucked and slobbered on. Then she hoisted one of her own saggy boobs and presented it to my mouth. I was obliged to return this naughty, incestuous favor.

It never occurred to me that I would be called on, to not only subjugate myself to someone's deranged sexual advances, but that I would also need to participate in the degrading practice of same-sex fondling at my master's whims. I was encouraged to slowly and seductively peel-off my mother's night dress and without any further hesitation, to perform the same sequence of sensual manipulations that she had seconds before, introduced to me. When I was slow and uncertain as how to begin, she grabbed my hair by the roots and forced it into her exposed, wrinkled cleavage. She rubbed my face into her heaving chest and positioned my reticent hands on her wobbly, warm boobs. Then I was told to lick all around the silver dollar-sized areola and gently bite the engorged nipples until she moaned hauntingly under her breath.

Her raspy breathing and guttural moans signaled to me that this lascivious act was bringing as much excitement and delight to her as it did for me. The more that she squealed and squirmed, the faster and more energetically I employed my fingers and tongue. We were both gasping for air and our bodies were drenched in sweat, when she again, climbed on top of me and began to slurp more kisses on my hot chest.

In seconds, I was writhing on the damp sheets hungering for more. Her warm hands covered my tits, moving quickly and easily from one to the other as she slathered moist pecks on my heaving breasts. That warm wetness extended down my shivering torso and I felt that strange tingling in my inexperienced pussy. I was agitated and aroused at this unanticipated longing for more and closer contact with my mother's naked, hot body. Nothing else existed for me at this moment. I wanted her to make me cum again and I would do whatever she demanded to oblige her.

Then my wide eyes were further shocked as my mother, who was kneeling between my feverish thighs with a glaze of my pussy juice coating her lips and hungry-looking brown eyes, wiggled out of her cotton undies and seductively fingered the coarse, kinky hairs of her sweat-matted pubic hair. Then she drew the wet digits to her mouth. She would take a second to be certain that my gaze was centered on her rhythmic actions, then would slip two stubby fingers into her shiny, pink lips and her cheeks would draw them into her suggestive mouth. As they withdrew, she allowed her snaky tongue to lick the webbing between the fingers and curl around each one as she fed them back into her gaping throat. I was entranced just watching her slow-motion, erotic come-on. And my pussy was approaching its boiling point. I was beginning to think only about my wanton cunt and whatever I would have to do, to satisfy its new-found incestuous lust. I watched each motion as if entranced, eager to learn and willing to offer my services to her if she would only continue my education, and my rapture.

Mother strummed her fingers through the dark greying patch that blanketed her upper pelvis and temptingly spread the outer and inner folds of her steaming cunt, giving me the first-ever close-up view of anyone else's genital area, and this one staring at me, belonged to my mother! I concentrated on the small, exposed finger of flesh that had emerged from its protective hood and unconsciously palmed my own tender clit as I watched mesmerized. Her moistened fingers disappeared into the reddened cave and after an initial slow strumming, plunged back and forth furiously, bringing her twitching torso and low-moaning frame to the brink of something cataclysmic. And I wasn't far behind. I copied everything I saw and soon we were mutually masturbating and shrieking vulgar oaths to the gods. It never occurred to me at that time, that we might not be alone in the house or that obviously, we were not being quiet or subtle.

As I laid back stunned by what I was watching and learning, her sweaty, trembling body seemed to slide up my prone form, leaving a warm, moist trail of her wetness along my naked flesh. As her hairy bush spread its liquids into my deep cleavage, she settled down on my swollen tits and unfolded her intimate orifice right in front of my amazed orbs. (I didn't realize it at the time, or thought to even consider the possibility, but maybe my mother-whose young sexual life had been dominated by child-rearing and forcible rape from any male who wanted her- was expressing her hidden desire to engage in a sensual, co-equal stimulating experience for once, and probably the last time of her life.)

I felt the flowery heat from her slippery cunt as she danced mere inches below my chin. I was captivated that a woman- any woman- could hold me in this kind of spell and my body was reacting in ways that I never could have imagined. Her knees were astride my shoulders. One hand reached under my neck and my slobbering lips were almost touching the reddish, glistening lips of her exposed labia. I could see inside the extended opening of her welcoming cunt, nestled in a mound of dark, dank curly black pubes. My face was becoming wet with her warm juices and my snaky tongue ached to taste the forbidden pleasures that she opened-up to me.

With another push of her wide hips, she was hovering just over my face and lowering her dripping pussy to my chin. The warmth of it excited me, while her hands reached back behind her to squeeze and caress my plump tits. I knew what she expected, and my mind was racked with the lewd, erogenous feeling of what I really wanted to do. I was guided to open my mouth and let my tongue slip out and touch the protruding nub of pink flesh that was generously presented to me. The exhilaration of it all confused and panicked me. But my squirming body was hungry for this knowledge. She leaned back, her fingers having surreptitiously delved between my thighs, teasing me to join in. She manipulated my fiery clit as she combed through my hairy snatch, giving me unspoken yet detailed instruction to how I should proceed. My cunt was on fire and I wanted to lick my mother's pussy.

I was trembling with anticipation and my body bounced on the thin mattress, when my anxious tongue darted forward. I first tasted the slightly acidic fluid while I licked the puffy nub. The initial shockwaves jumped through her loose-limbed frame as I tentatively explored her inner folds with my maidenly tongue. She bounced on top of my face as I watched her big tits flop with a wet, smacking sound on her torso. The moist, kinky pubic thatch tickled my nose as my tongue stretched to go further inside of her. This is what I must taste like. I let my slithery tongue explore her folds

and mounds, allowing my saliva to slicken her puffy outer lips and to nibble at her exposed clit.