Ronda's Delightful Daughter

Cheryl was still confused, but not in a panic. She seemed more curious than anything. “Mom, why are we feeling this way together? I mean, I am scared to say what I was thinking. What I am still thinking.”
Ronda tried to get some perspective, attempted to understand where these feelings came from. She thought she knew, but wasn’t sure Cheryl would understand. She felt she had no other choice but to tell her what she thought and see.

“Sweetie, I think it is an extension of our immense love for one another. We have been so close all your life, and I have always been open and honest with you about your sexuality. Perhaps this is just that love and understanding coming out in a new way.”
Cheryl seemed to be taking that thought in and processing it. She looked at her mother and this time boldly allowed her eyes to wander down her body to her breasts and pussy. Her eyes lingered there on her mother’s shaved pussy as her breathing grew more unsteady. Unconsciously, Cheryl’s hand began to wander to her own breasts and squeeze her right nipple, pinching it.

“Baby, are you scared?” asked Ronda, concerned that her daughter not be afraid of her or her own feelings, as wrong as society thought those feelings might be.
Cheryl glanced up into her mother’s soft eyes then back down to Ronda’s pussy, whose aroma now mingled with her own pussy’s to fill the air around the bed with the fragrance of their natural perfumes. “No,” she looked back at her mother before continuing. “I’m turned on!”
It was a sound of desperation. A music of longing. In the time it takes for the heart to beat, they each knew that they would make love.
“Me, too,” Ronda’s voice nearly squeaked, her throat had become so dry.

Then Ronda leaned into her daughter’s frame, that lovely, tight fourteen-year-old body, and they molded into each other.
Their lips sought the other’s, seeking and exploring. They kissed deeply. Their tongues intertwined, probing warmly into the other’s mouth, longing to become one. Each uttered a moan of abandon to their feelings. Desire enveloped their bodies.

Ronda tilted her head to her daughter’s small cleavage and her lips moved to the swelling flesh of her breast. She sought the nipple that capped the mound of flesh and in an instant it was in her mouth at long last. She realized the irony that she had suckled Cheryl as a baby, and now, years later, it had been her, the mother, who had next sought the nipple of the other.

Her tongue flicked the swollen flower of Cheryl’s nipple, dancing along the protruding button of raspberry-colored flesh. Next, her teeth nibbled along the sides of the tit, finally arriving back at the nipple, where more tender bites were bestowed on the ripe flesh.

All the while, Cheryl squirmed from the attentions of her mother. She felt the moisture from her pussy begin to flow from her in waves of pleasure. She longed for more as her body responded in spite of who her partner was. She didn’t care that it was her own mother. She realized that she had wanted this for so long, possibly since she had been a small child first discovering her sexuality. She was certain she’d wanted it since she’d been eleven when her mother had caught her masturbating in the tub. She had found herself trying to peek at her mother since then. She wanted to see her mother’s nude body. In fact, she often masturbated to images of her mother. But it wasn’t until now that she realized where these fantasies had been leading.

She looked down at her mother’s head as it bobbed from one tit to the other, nibbling enticingly. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sheer pleasure of finally having sex with her mother. She loved her mother more than anyone in the world. Why shouldn’t she be her first sexual partner? She reached down and cupped one of her mother’s breasts, pinching the nipple. Her mother responded with a moan of sensuality.

Ronda’s head continued its journey down Cheryl’s belly. She could already smell the girl’s horniness. As in Ronda’s own cunt, Cheryl’s creamy juices were bubbling from her superheated pussy. Ronda felt an enormous need to get her mouth on her baby’s mound. She stopped for a moment at the fourteen-year-old’s navel, dipping her tongue into the tiny indentation in her daughter’s perfect skin. She hesitated for a moment, in need of final permission to make love to her daughter.

“Baby,” she said, “do you want this to continue?” She wanted to be sure Cheryl was more than willing to make love with her mother. This was more than just sex, more than just lesbian sex, more than an older woman with a younger one. This was mother-daughter incest, and she needed to be completely certain her daughter would not regret this.
“Oh, yes, Mom, PLEASE!”
“Are you wanting to do… everything?”
“Very much, Mom. I think I have wanted this for years.”
Ronda looked up at her daughter’s face. It was radiant. “Really, honey?”
Cheryl spoke with complete sincerity. “Yes. I think I first wanted this when I was eleven and you caught me in the tub. I just didn’t know it then. I didn’t understand my feelings.”

Ronda scooted up and took her daughter’s face in her cupped hands. They kissed tenderly. A lover’s kiss.
Now it was Cheryl’s turn to kiss and fondle her mother’s titties. She licked her mother’s breasts, the same breasts she had suckled milk from as a baby. She kneaded the fleshy globes and hungrily sucked the nipples, as if she were still a baby and wanted the nourishment these magnificent breasts could offer. She then looked up at her mother.
“I want to taste you too, Mommy.”
“Of course, sweetheart. You will. And I want to taste you. Do you know what a 69 is?” Cheryl nodded. “Do you want to do that with me?”
“Yes. Yes, I do!” Cheryl’s eyes danced with eagerness.

Ronda moved her body around, switching her head down to the crevice of her daughter’s pussy, and offered her own pussy to her daughter. They each looked at the other’s mound of pleasure. They breathed in the heady fragrance of the other’s pussy. The aroma was intoxicating, and they were drunk with the pleasure of their actions.

Ronda was the first to place her mouth on the slit offered for her enjoyment. She began to lick her daughter’s pussy, gently at first, getting Cheryl used to the incredible sensations. She heard Cheryl moan loudly at the contact. Ronda felt the hips buck into her mouth with a spasm as a wave of delight washed over her daughter.

“Lick me, too, Cheryl,” Ronda told her. She couldn’t wait to feel her teenage daughter’s lovely mouth on her clit.
Immediately, she felt the young girl’s mouth on her slit, covering it like a warm, wet blanket. Her tongue snaked out and flicked the tip of the clit sending Ronda into heaven. Sensations flooded her pussy. She felt as if a dam had burst. Her pussy was drenched. Her daughter’s saliva mixed with her pussy’s own secretions to make a sea of blissful wetness. She felt her little girl’s mouth being smeared with her juices, sliding easily about the opening that had presented itself to the lovely young girl.

Cheryl had a difficult time believing what had happened so suddenly. She loved the taste of her mother’s pussy. This didn’t surprise her. She loved the taste of her own cum. She had sucked her fingers after masturbating for years, relishing the flavor. She discovered now that the flavor was even better when taken fresh from the vagina. It was like the difference between the taste of hot coffee and the taste of coffee after it had been allowed to cool. The flavor was there when cooled, but it tasted so much better when hot. And her mother was indeed hot right now. Very hot! But then she was rather hot herself. She could feel her mother’s mouth on her own flooded gash, her tongue rolling across the clit, making her buck involuntarily to the rhythms of the tongue lashing her pussy was receiving.
Ronda knew she would be cumming soon. She recognized the intensity of the feelings her daughter’s mouth was creating. She was a molten mass of cum that fairly dripped from her pussy like honey from a packed comb. She could hear the slurping noises that Cheryl was making and knew her baby was definitely enjoying the feast that her pussy was providing.

She reached into her little girl’s pussy with her tongue and fucked the pussy in and out, using her tongue like a slender cock. Cheryl responded with another bucking of the hips, fucking her face back the way her tongue was fucking her pussy. She wrapped her lips around the little clit and sucked it gently now, and alternated that with tongue-fucking her vagina. Her daughter seemed on the very edge of an unbelievable orgasm.
Cheryl mimicked her mother’s movements, unsure as she was about what might feel good to Ronda. Then she got an idea of her own. She reached with the index fingers of both hands and, separating the folds of the steaming pussy, plunged them into the gushing vagina. She finger-fucked her with abandon, plunging her fingers in and out while her mouth devoured her mother’s clit. Ronda’s moaning showed that she was getting close, especially after the fingers began pistoning into her pussy.

Cheryl could feel her own orgasm welling up from deep inside her. It was boiling from her womb into her body like lava. Her mother’s mouth was wildly licking her little clit and the slick inner folds of her pussy. She began to bounce her hips against her mom’s mouth so hard that she became afraid she might bruise her. But that thought was quickly buried deep in her psyche. Her more conscious mind was concentrating on her approaching orgasm. She could tell it would be an enormous one, perhaps better than any she had experienced to that point.

With a sudden jolt, the climax hit her, rushing over her body as if a dry heat had blasted from some desert area and enveloped her body. Her hips went wild; she screamed loudly. Tears welled up, the moment was so powerful. She could not believe the force of the orgasm. It seemed to take control of her muscles, making them quiver uncontrollably. Spasms rocked her young body as they never had before. Her pussy seemed to be on fire from the strength of the orgasm. She lay beside her mother, momentarily forgetting her obligation to bring her mother off as well.

“Keep sucking me, baby. Mommy’s about to come too.”
The words reminded her that her mother was still in need of her climax. She realized that if it was anything like the one that was still racking her body, her mother was in for a treat indeed.

With the tremors of her own orgasm still spreading in receding waves throughout her own body, Cheryl attacked her mother’s pussy again with fingers, tongue, and lips, devouring the sweet, slippery flesh of Ronda’s larger pussy while her fingers redoubled their efforts to bring her mother to a wonderful cum. Cheryl wanted Ronda’s orgasm to be as extreme as her own. Her lips curled around the clitoris, sucking the button into her scrumptious mouth, shaking her head back and forth. Her index fingers once again speared her mother’s pussy, stroking into Ronda’s opening like miniature pricks. Instinctively, she curled the fingers underneath the pubic bone and found her mother’s G-spot.

The reaction from Ronda was immediate. She began screaming loudly, moaning out the approaching orgasm, pushing it into being much like the act of pushing her baby out of her vagina. It was incredible.

“Oh, GOD!” she screamed. “Suck me! Fuck me! Oh, Baby-doll!” Her words were tumbling out of her mouth with no thought to meaning. She was just rambling with the orgasm’s rushing power.
Her body was slammed with wave after wave of unbelievable spasms. Ronda grunted and moaned as the jolts caused her body to shudder rhythmically. She felt the orgasm build to a climax and her body arched into her daughter’s mouth, pushing her pussy into her sucking mouth, forcing her clit into her daughter’s teeth and her juices down her throat.

Finally, she felt the orgasm subside in gradual waves. She felt totally spent. Her muscles felt like cooked spaghetti. She felt she had to pee, but she didn’t have the strength yet to walk to her bathroom. She lay there, catching her breath and willing her muscles to find their ability to help her walk.
After a moment, she felt she could stand, and she went to the bathroom to pee. Afterward, she returned to the bedroom to Cheryl. They lay together for a moment before Ronda spoke.
“Honey, are you okay with what happened?”
“Yes, Mom, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Muffin.” It was a name she often used for Cheryl, a pet name that they both loved.
Cheryl cuddled into her mother’s arms, laying her head against her mother’s breast, kissing it lightly, and closing her eyes before she said, “Now you’re a muffin, too, because you are good enough to eat.” She giggled then, amused at her little joke.
Ronda kissed her head and closed her own eyes. She was not sure what to make of what had just happened. She would think about it tomorrow. Right now, she needed sleep.

Ronda sat by their pool remembering all this. She still wasn’t sure what to think. At that moment, Cheryl came out of the house, finally awake from the previous night. Ronda noticed she was still nude. Her lovely firm ass was shapely and delightful. She sat in the lounge chair beside her mother.
“Honey, are you still okay with what happened last night?” asked Ronda, not sure of the response she might get. Cheryl may have decided that what they did was totally wrong.

“Mom, I have never been happier. Are you okay with it?”
Ronda looked at her nubile daughter. Noticing Cheryl’s small A-cup boobs with their raspberry nipples, Ronda could feel her daughter’s firm body suddenly turning her on. She had her answer. Leaning over, she took her fourteen-year-old daughter in her arms and kissed her passionately. This would be the start of a wonderful life together.