Connie sat there, staring at me. I could see the wheels turning in her head. Should she admit that she too had been intimate with my sister?
“You all right, Connie?” I asked, putting my hand on her thigh.
“Yeah, um, sure. It’s just a bit shocking, you know?”
“Really?” I said. “How so?”
“Well,” Connie said, “not shocking maybe because, well, you know, she is very sensual and, um, open to being intimate with… you know.”
“More than just a sister?” I said.
“Um, yeah,” Connie said. “Did she say something about us?”
“She may have let it slip,” I said, trying to let her off the hook.
“Oh!” Connie said, alarmed. “And, um, how do you feel about it?”
I paused for effect. “To be perfectly frank,” I said, putting on a serious expression, “thinking of Delia’s tongue on your pussy made my pussy seriously wet!”
“Mom!” Connie said, her eyebrows raised again.
“I know, I know,” I said, smiling. “You didn’t know I had such a naughty mind, did you?” I stroked her thigh gently. “I guess I’ve been hiding myself away for so long that when the door to my sensuality opened, I saw all kinds of possibilities. Besides, Delia wanted to make sure I was okay with you and her being in a sexual relationship.”
“And… are you?” Connie asked, watching my fingers stroke her.
“Very much so,” I said.
Connie looked up into my eyes. “That’s a relief.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to string this out. I just haven’t been able to get you out of my mind – you and Delia, you and…”
“And?”
“Connie, since being intimate with Delia, have you ever thought about others, um, maybe even me?”
I could see the wheels turning again. Connie stared at my fingers, then her eyes traveled up, pausing on my chest. I could tell my nipples were poking out – and I wanted them to. I wanted to show Connie how turned on she was making me.
“Are you, um, turned on right now?” Connie asked, her eyes not leaving my chest.
“I am,” I said. “Very.”
“About me?” she said.
Connie looked up into my eyes. I nodded. “Does that bother you, that your own mother is lusting after her daughter?”
Connie paused for a moment, then put her hand on top of mine. “Not only does it not bother me. I’m very aroused by the idea. Can’t you tell?”
With that, she parted her legs. I saw a large dark stain on the front of her panties. She was so wet that I could see the outline of her labia clearly in the satiny fabric.
“I turn you on?” I said, staring at her crotch and having an itchy feeling in my own.
“I never imagined I’d want to lick the pussy of my own mother, but Aunt Delia opened my eyes to so much. It got my mind thinking about you. I’ve even been fantasizing about what you look like nude.”
I shifted myself. Her words so aroused me that I felt a little squirt of liquid come out of my pussy.
“We don’t have to just imagine,” I said. “I think I need to get out of my panties anyway.”
I opened my legs and looked down at my crotch with Connie. Moisture was dripping out of the sides of my panties and running down my thighs.
“Wow!” Connie said, her hand moving to her own crotch.
I stood and slowly undid the side zipper to my skirt. I let it fall to my feet, revealing my pink, juice-soaked panties. Connie was mesmerized, her fingers rubbing her pussy.
“Want me to do more?” I asked, a little shy around my daughter for some reason.
“Uh huh,” Connie answered, staring at my panties.
I gently pulled at the waistband and edged them down, slowly uncovering my waxed mound, then the top of my labia, and finally – my whole pussy. I stopped there.
“Oh wow, Mom,” Connie said. “Your pussy is beautiful. It’s so swollen!”
“I know,” I said. “I’m so turned on right now! Stripping in front of you is so arousing!”
“For me too,” Connie said, putting her hand down the waistband of her panties. I could see her fingers moving across her pussy, pushing up on her panties as she rubbed herself.
I pulled my panties the rest of the way off, then began to unbutton my blouse. Connie started fondling one of her breasts, squeezing it and taking a nipple between her thumb and index finger.
I sloughed off my blouse and undid the clasp of my bra. Connie’s eyes were fixed on my breasts as I let my bra fall from my arms and onto the floor. I was now totally nude in front of my daughter.
“Mom… your breasts… so big… and your nipples!”
“You can touch me if you want,” I said.
I sat back down and took Connie’s hand from her breast, placing it on mine. Her touch lit a fire in me. She squeezed it.
“So firm!” she said.
Her fingers closed on a nipple, sending incredible signals of pleasure from my tits to my crotch.
“Mm!” I moaned, watching her hand. “Can you, um, do you want to kiss them?”
Connie looked in my eyes and nodded. She leaned in and the moment her mouth and tongue touched my nipple I gasped, and my chest rose towards her in response.
“Oh! Connie, that feels incredible. Oh!”
Connie sucked in on one nipple, while tweaking the other. She pressed her palm into my breast, compressing my nipple and sending more pleasure through me.
She came off my breasts and sat inches from me. “I, I want to kiss you, Mom,” she said.
I brushed some blonde hair from her face and tilted my head slightly, edging towards her. Our lips met – hers were so soft and warm, her taste so delicious. We pressed into each other, the hunger growing. I opened my mouth and felt her tongue penetrate me. I nearly jumped at the good feelings her tongue gave me.
As we broke off, I held her by the shoulders. “You have on too many clothes, Connie,” I said.
“Can you take them off?” she asked.
I smiled. “With pleasure!”
I unbuttoned her blouse, and she let it fall from her shoulders. Her black bra was lacy and showed a lot of cleavage. Connie reached behind and unclasped it. I removed it from her arms.
“You are so beautiful!” I said, admiring her bosom.
“I’m glad you like them,” she said. “You can touch me too if you like.”
“I’d like that very much,” I said.
I reached out my hands and touched both nipples.
“Oh, fuck, Mom!” Connie said.
I squeezed her nipples and pulled out on them.
“Mm!” she moaned.
I leaned in and kissed a nipple, flicking my tongue out.
“Oh!” Connie said.
I sucked in on a nipple and felt her pelvis move up and down. I fondled a breast while sucking on her nipple.
“More,” I said, leaning back. “I want to see more of you.”
Connie stood. She tugged at the waist of her skirt, pulling it off to her feet. She stepped out of it. Now all that was left were her soaked panties.
“Want to take them off me?” she asked.
I reached over and pulled on the waistband. I exposed her sweet looking labia as I took them down.
“You smell so good, Connie,” I said, breathing in her womanly scent.