The Pilgrims' Progress

Actually, Traci hadn't. She had thought about it in passing after her bisexual affairs, but she had never thought about it seriously until Tim told her that he would love to fuck their mother.

"You, you have?" Susan now knew the answer to her question. What she didn't know was if she should be disgusted or flattered. After a moment's reflection, however, she decided that she couldn't be disgusted. Her daughter was one beautiful and sexy young woman and, except for Traci being her daughter, Susan would have been extremely flattered at the revelation that she fantasized having sex with her.

But Susan was flustered. She didn't know exactly what to say to her daughter. She could just say no and we won't ever talk about it again. But then there was that part of her mind that, having had enjoyable sex with other women, was intrigued with her daughter's request for a kiss.

"But, Traci," Susan blurted out, "I can't kiss you. I mean, not like that . . . sexually. I'm your mother and I don't think of you that way!"

"Okay, so close your eyes, Susan," Traci said . . . ."

"Susan?" her mother questioned.

"Right now Susan you're not my mother. You're my friend Susan, okay? Pretend you're kissing someone else, one of your women lovers. Don't think about who you're kissing. Just do it and feel it. It'll be all right. Come on, Susan, please. Close your eyes."

Susan didn't know why she did as her daughter asked, but she closed her eyes. Her pulse was throbbing in her ears. Her heart was thudding hard against her breastbone.

Traci took her mother's face in her hands. "Keep your eyes closed, Susan. And don't think about what we are doing, just let yourself feel it, Okay?"

Susan, nodded her head, then gasped as she felt her daughter's soft lips on hers, felt the tip of her daughter's tongue run back and forth across her lips.

Susan, with butterflies in her stomach, opened her mouth a bit more and felt her daughter's tongue enter it. Susan allowed the tip of her tongue to touch the tip of Traci's. Then her daughter's tongue was all over inside Susan's mouth and all around her tongue.

Traci held her mother's face between her hands and kissed her mother passionately. Susan was holding her breath. She felt lightheaded. Was this really happening? Was her daughter really kissing her, sexually, on the mouth. Her daughter's lips felt so good. Traci's tongue slid all around hers and teased her deliciously. Susan thought of one of her bi' lovers, put the image of kissing her into her mind. Then she sighed deeply and relaxed into the kiss. She began kissing her daughter back. Susan's tongue now tasted her daughter's sweet mouth. Her tongue touched and slid around her daughter's tongue. Susan sucked at Traci's mouth. She moaned.

The image she had tried to erect of her lover failed. It was her daughter that she was kissing! But it felt so good. It tasted so good. She kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see. She just wanted to feel. It was wrong, she knew. It was incest or it would lead . . . . Oh my God! Susan thought as she remembered what Traci had said about "making love completely." Would Traci really want to do more than just kiss? Surely not. That really would be incest.

Due to various circumstances, partly because of Tim being here, but partly not, Susan hadn't make love to anyone, male or female, for over three months. Masturbation was okay, but it didn't' compare to a real live lover. She had noticed that she had been paying more attention to her son, who, in reality, was more like a stranger to her. But now, now, her daughter was kissing her. She was kissing her daughter. Heaven help me, Susan thought, this feels so good and I'm really getting turned on.

Susan gasped as Traci's hand reached under her T-shirt and began to carefully squeeze and caress her right breast. Susan didn't stop her. It excited her, perversely, the feeling of her breast being massaged by her daughter.

Traci's fingers began lightly stroking her mother's breast, then circling her nipple, then pinching it firmly between her thumb and forefinger and tugging on it at the same time.

Susan moaned with desire. Her arm went around Traci's neck. She pulled her daughter's mouth tighter against her own. She kissed her daughter more passionately. Susan and Traci kissed, then kissed again, and again, their mouths hungry for each other. Time seemed to have stopped momentarily.

What am I doing? Susan thought, panicked. This can't be right. This is my daughter. But she made no attempt to stop herself or her daughter.

Susan gasped again as Traci quickly moved her hand down to rub her mother's pussy through the fabric of her satin panties.

"Oooh! Traci!" Susan finally pulled her mouth away from her daughters. "No. We can't do this."

"Why not?"

"You're my daughter. I'm you're mother. This is incest!"

Traci's answer shocked Susan. "I don't care. You're an adult. I'm an adult. You're bi. I want to learn about making love to a woman."

Her lie to her mother seemed inconsequential to Traci. If she could seduce her mother then, she thought, she might be able to further Tim's desire to have sex with her too. And then, maybe, just maybe, the three of them could have sex together. That thought really excited her.

Traci also realized, now that she was making a play for her mom, that her mother was really one hot MILF. Now that she was into the seduction mode, Traci was absolutely sexually excited about the possibility of making love to her mother. Yes, it was incest. It was so taboo. And yet, it filled Traci with such lustful excitement that, at this moment, she wanted to sexually conquer her mother more than anything in the world.

"Yes," Traci continued," you're my mother. I feel safe with you. I like sex. I think you like sex too. I think you're beautiful and sexy and just so damned hot! Teach me, Mom. Please teach me about making love to a woman."

When Traci had finished her little speech she locked lips with her mother and began to kiss her passionately. Her mother didn't pull back. Traci heard her moan deep in her throat.

Susan suddenly pushed back at Traci's body, while still kissing her. She straightened her legs out and pulled her daughter down on top of her. Traci felt her mother's hands embrace her; felt them reach under her T-shirt and begin massaging her from her shoulders down her back then down some more, until they were squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks. All this time the two women continued to kiss, separating their lips for little gasps of breath, then coming back together. Pulling apart then taking turns sucking each other's tongue.

"Oh God! Traci! Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you want to do this? This is so wrong, baby. You know that, don't you?" But Susan was still giving her daughter little kisses on her lips and face while she said this.

"I don't think giving you pleasure or you giving me pleasure is wrong. What's the difference between me giving you a back massage, making you feel good, or me giving your pussy a tongue massage, also making you feel good?

Susan gasped when she heard her daughter say that.

"Is it wrong," Traci continued, "to want to give and receive pleasure from someone that you love, even if it is your mother, or even if it is your daughter? I mean, once we get pass the fact that you're my mother and I'm your daughter—if you can get past it, Mom, because I'm sure I can—then what do we have but two horny women who like sex, who like to fuck and who are getting really turned on and excited right now.

Susan looked her daughter in the eyes. Traci held her breath.

"It's just that I've never thought of you, well, sexually," Susan said. "I mean, you're my daughter and, well . . . ." Susan ran out of words.

Traci, whose hand was still caressing her mother's pussy, asked: "Mom, is your pussy wet? Are your nipples hard?" Traci didn't wait for an answer. "Your body is telling you to do this. If I keep rubbing on your pussy your panties are going to become totally soaked. And I don't think your nipples can get any harder. Actually, if I keep rubbing your pussy, you'll probably come right here on the couch."

Traci roughly pulled her mother's T-shirt up one-handed then leaned down to suck on one of her mother's erect nipples.

Susan, rather than protest, sighed deeply and pressed one hand to the back of Traci's head. She allowed her daughter to continue to rub her pussy and suck on her nipple. Okay, she thought to herself, Traci really wants to do this. Yes, it's incest. Yes society would condemn what we are doing . . . but then, society doesn't have to know what we are doing. I love my daughter and I love sex and I really don't want her to stop. But can I really make love to my daughter? Can I really go down on her?

Susan tried to picture what it would be like to lick her daughter's pussy. She was bisexual after all. She liked making love to woman, and to have women make love to her. Traci was a woman, a beautiful, young women. The mechanics of licking her daughter's pussy would be the same . . . if she could allow herself to do it.

Susan realized, then, that she could do it. Her daughter wanted to make love to her and, like an epiphany, Susan realized that Traci was right. They were just two horny women who liked sex. Could it really be wrong to give and receive pleasure with her daughter just because it was sexual pleasure? Why was that so wrong?

Susan was now ready to teach her daughter about woman on woman love. And, she noted to herself wryly, making love to her daughter, having her as a lover, would be damned convenient, considering they lived in the same house. They would just have to be careful around Tim. Susan was sure, however, that they could work it out to their satisfaction . . . lots of satisfaction, she anticipated.

Susan placed her hands on either side of her daughter's face and gently pulled her up to look her in the eyes. She took a shaky breath. "Traci, baby, I want to make love with you." There, she had said it. And she knew she meant it.

Traci gave her mother a big grin then wrapped both arms around her neck and gave her a hug and a big sloppy kiss. "Oh yeah, Mom! Oh hell yes! I love you and I want us to really, really enjoy this experience."

Susan could only laugh at Traci's enthusiasm, not realizing, or course, that her daughter had a hidden agenda, and that she was not a virgin when it came to making love to another woman.

Susan, still grinning, pushed Traci back, then swung her legs off the couch. She stood up and took her daughter's hand. "Come on, Traci, let's go to my bedroom where we'll be more comfortable." Hand-in-hand, the two women went upstairs and down the hallway to the master suite.

Once there, Susan and Traci pulled the comforter and top sheet down. They were standing on opposite sides of the big bed. Susan smiled reassuringly at her daughter. "Get undressed, honey," she said as she removed her own T-shirt, then slid her panties down and let them drop to the floor then stepped out of them.

Traci followed suite, then crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees heading for the center of it. She noticed a slight frown on her mother's face, and she hadn't gotten onto the bed yet.

"What's the matter, Mom?"

"Well I'm so used to it just being us two that I forgot about Tim living here now, too. Do you have any idea how late he will be? I mean, I wouldn't want him to come home and, maybe want to talk to me, or you, about something and . . . ."

"Not to worry, Mom," Traci interrupted. "Tim told me that he and his buddies were going to the late showing and that they were going to cruise around until it was time to get to the theater. I don't expect him home before twelve-thirty, maybe one o'clock."

Susan smiled. "Good, that gives us plenty of time to . . . uh, you know, for me to show you what it's like to make love to a woman."

Susan climbed onto the bed. Traci was already lying on her side near the middle of it. Susan slid in next to her daughter, facing her. She was trembling inside. She was terribly excited, and not a little shocked at herself that she was actually going to go through with this—making love to her daughter. She looked her daughter's naked body over and saw, objectively, how desirable a young woman she was.

Traci was feeling butterflies in her stomach, too. Being as sexual as she naturally was, she had, of course, noticed how beautiful and sexy her mother was. After Traci had experienced making love to another woman for the first time, quite pleasurably, she had looked at her mother and wondered what it would be like with her, knowing that she, too, was bisexual. However, she had never taken that though any further at the time.

Once Tim had admitted that he would like to fuck their mother, Traci's mind had gone into overdrive to come up with a plan to get her mother into bed then, somehow, convince her that she might as well have sex with her son, too.

Traci had come up with the plan that was working so well tonight and was quite please that it was. She, too, was shocked that she was actually going to be making love to her mother . . . shocked but totally excited and ready. Her pussy was already very wet.

"I want to kiss you, Traci," Susan said softly, sensually, her lips barely brushing her daughter's lips.

A shiver went through Traci's body as her mother took over the dominant position. She felt her mother's hand very gently caress her from her shoulder, down her side, past her waist and up onto her hip then back up. Susan used the tips of her fingers on the way down and the very tips of her long, red fingernails on the way back up. She brushed her lips over her daughter's cheek and past her jaw to her ear. Her tongue tip delicately probed the outer parts of Traci's ear, then Susan's teeth very gently bit on the top part of it.

"I'm going to kiss your beautiful, sweet mouth, baby, then I'm going to kiss your beautiful, sweet pussy . . . and make you come with my mouth and my tongue. Do you want me to do that, baby?" Susan was in full acceptance mode now—making love to a beautiful young woman, who just happened to be her daughter.

Traci nodded and was barely able to squeak out, "Yes, Mom, I want you to do that." Her whole side was chill-bumps from what her mother was doing to and saying into her ear. She was now so excited that she felt she could almost come if her mother would just touch her pussy.

Susan pushed her daughter onto her back. She hovered over her for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. She was committed to this. She was going to make love to her daughter. She took in a shaky breath then leaned down to kiss Traci. Their lips met. The tips of their tongues touched. They opened their mouths wider. Susan pressed down and they were locked into a long kiss.

They kissed several times, sucking at each other's lips and tongues, sucking in each other's saliva and loving it. Susan was leaning over Traci, propped up on her elbow. As she was kissing her, she began using her free hand to massaged her daughter's breasts, first one, then the other. She used her finger tips and finger nails to rake over them ever so lightly. Traci's already erect nipples were stimulated even more.

While still kissing her daughter, Susan pinched her right nipple hard and pulled on it. Traci gasped with that little bit of pain that is pleasure. Then Susan slowly moved her hand back and forth across her daughter's abdomen, stoking it lightly with her finger tips, hearing Traci sigh and suck in air as she felt her daughter's stomach muscles twitch under her gentle, sexual caress.

Finally, Susan's hand found its way to her daughter's pussy. She quickly slipped one finger between Traci's labia and felt how wet she was. At the same time, Susan pressed the heel of her hand firmly against Traci's clitoris and moved it back and forth. This elicited a groan of pleasure from her daughter.

With one final kiss, Susan pulled back from her daughter's mouth. She smiled dreamily, looking Traci right in the eyes, while she maneuvered herself up onto her hands and knees, then moved down her daughter's body and between her legs. Now she looked down at her desired target, Traci's totally hairless pussy. Susan pulled her finger from between her daughter's pussy lips, looked at the wetness on her finger, looked at Traci, then place her finger in her mouth and sucked on it.

Traci's heart was beating hard. This was a different type of woman-on-woman sex than she had experienced before. Then there had been a few drinks, some giddiness and giggling, then hard kissing, bodies writhing against each other, thighs firmly rubbing into each other's crotches and then, inevitably, moving into a sixty-nine position to lick each other's pussies simultaneously.

What was happening here, now, was a mature women making slow, delicious love to her without expecting her to do anything but accept it, feel it . . . for now. So Traci accepted it. She laid her head back and sighed as she felt her mother spread her pussy lips. She cried out quietly from time-to-time, as she felt her mother's tongue probe and explore every bit of her fully exposed pussy between her wide-spread legs.

But then Traci just had to watch. She propped herself up on her elbows and her pale blue eyes locked directly onto her mother's startling blue ones. Fascinated, she watched as her mother licked and sucked on her pussy. It felt so damned good. She watched as her mother's her pink tongue flicked out to lap up her lubrication and touch her so softly here and there, making her body shiver in pleasure. And then, as her mother's mouth captured her clitoris and sucked on it hard, Traci's head arched back and she cried out with delight.

For the next few minutes Susan's mouth, tongue, and teeth sucked, licked, and nibbled up and down her daughter's sweet-smelling, sweet-tasting pussy. Traci had laid back down again as her mother's mouth continued to work her vagina over. Sometimes Traci's hips would twist and writhe, as the enjoyment her mother was giving her was greater than at other times. She would make little noises then, too. Sometimes Traci felt a need to press her pussy up against her mother's mouth, trying to get the most out of whatever it was her mother was doing to her at that time.

When Traci's orgasm came, it came suddenly. One second she was on a delightfully pleasant pre-orgasmic plateau, the next second beautiful, intense spasms of pleasure were coursing through her body. She arched up, her head, shoulders, and feet pressed hard into the mattress. She thrust her pussy up hard against her mother's mouth. Her own mouth was opened wide in a silent scream. And then she was sobbing and gasping as her body collapsed back onto the bed.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Mom, Mom!" Traci cried out. Her body was shaking from the intensity of the climax.

Traci reached out for her mother, who was now gently licking around and on her clitoris. Susan moved her body up over her daughter and embraced her. Traci greedily pulled her mother's mouth to hers and kissed her passionately, then kissed her several more times, sweetly.

"Oh wow, Mom!" Traci finally said, "that was intense."

Susan's thigh was pressed firmly into her daughter's crotch. Traci was rubbing her wet pussy against her mother's leg. Her clitoris had lost much of its momentary super sensitivity and this felt soooo good. Traci hugged her mother tightly and kissed her again, this time more gently and with great affection. And then she was laughing.

"Woo! Mom, you did really, really good. That was fantastic."

Susan grinned at her enthusiastic daughter. "Well I'm flattered that you liked it so much."

"Liked it? That was heaven. I just hope that I can do as much for you."

Traci kissed her mother again then rolled them both over so that she was on top. Traci looked down at her mother and smiled, then she kissed and sucked on her mother's lips lightly, several times, their tongue tips barely touching. Traci placed little kisses all around her mother's face moving off, after a few seconds to her right ear.