Meg felt her pussy tingle. “Well, she rubbed her big tit and nipple on my pussy… she showed me how to tease Bret’s nipples and how sensitive the frenulum is on a man’s cock.”
“Bret’s a lucky young man having you for his girlfriend… and a mother like that.”
Cathy felt like she was on the edge of a 10-meter diving board about to take the plunge.
“Meg, I’m so glad you trust me, wanted to confide in me and… well, I’m not at all upset. In all honesty, I’m jealous… I wish I had been there.”
Their eyes were locked, the gaze best described as smoldering.
“Maybe it’s not too late for some hands-on instruction,” Meg whispered, her voice barely audible.
Cathy stood up and without a word reached for her daughter’s hand. They walked to Cathy’s bedroom. They turned to face each other. Cathy unbuttoned and shed her blouse, revealing her b-cup breasts that had just the slightest sag. She unsnapped and unzipped her shorts that fell to the floor. Meg peeled off her tank top and pushed her shorts down and off. She was naked.
“You naughty girl,” Cathy smiled.
Meg stepped close to other mother, hooked her fingers in her bikini panties and tugged them down her trim legs. Cathy’s mound was bare.
“Wow, a bare cunny.”
“You like?”
“Yessssss,” Meg hissed.
Cathy’s eyes stared at her daughter’s body.
“Meg, you’re a beautiful young woman.”
“Well, I take after my mother,” she responded with a grin.
“You flirt.”
Wordlessly, they both moved to the bed, and laid down next to each other. Their mouths met, soft lips pressed together, tongues dancing. Hands roamed over breasts, fingers teasing and tweaking swollen nipples. Breaking their French kiss, they took turns lightly kissing each other’s faces and necks.
Cathy’s hand slipped down her daughter’s torso and covered her mound. Meg followed suit and soon their fingers were exploring and stroking each other’s aroused pussies. They moaned into each other’s mouths as their lips locked again.
Their passion was pushing each woman up the orgasm mountain. Cathy lifted her lips from Meg’s and their eyes locked.
“I want to show you something,” Cathy whispered.
She pushed one leg between Meg’s and moved her body so that their mounds were against one another. Meg shivered at the sensation of her mother’s soft pussy lips pushing against hers.
“Let’s just rub against each other,” Cathy said as they wrapped their arms around each other for a full body-on-body feeling, their breasts flattening together. Cathy began humping and Meg followed.
“Wow, this is… different. It’s kinda like… fucking, isn’t it?”
Cathy gripped her daughter’s firm butt as she ground her crotch in circles. “Yeah. Female fucking. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
Their passion drove them to hard grinding and rubbing, their clits touching as their juices flowed to enhance the slippery contact. Meg was close to peaking from this first scissoring experience.
“GAAAWDDDD… YESSSSSSSSSSS. SSOOOO HHHOOTTTT.”
Her thigh muscles quivered and her back arched as she bucked against Cathy. Meg screeched in pleasure, her fingers digging into her mother’s butt to pull her hard against her crotch.
Cathy’s climax was sparked by the sensual contact with Meg’s body but also by the incestuous act. A previously locked door had been broken down. She was sharing lesbian pleasure with her daughter.
She gritted her teeth and growled as her dam broke. “BBBAAABYYYY, SWEEET SWEEETT BAAABBBY. CUMMMMINNNNGGG.”
Cathy found Meg’s lips for a sweet, soft kiss as their quaking bodies rested together. Meg’s hands stroked up and down her mother’s back. Cathy rolled off and they rested side by side, their heads on pillows.
“I’ve always thought that women that are bi have the best of both worlds,” Cathy said as her left hand intertwined fingers with Meg’s right hand.
“Mom, when did you start with girls?”
“I was in high school, about your age. I had a best friend. and we had a lot sleep overs at each other’s house. One time, we started talking about our dates and how the guys all seemed clumsy. They only cared about getting in, getting off and getting out.”
Meg laughed at that description.
“We talked about how we had more pleasure when we masturbated. We each started doing that, we got horny, started rubbing each other… then, wow. We both had these great orgasms fingering each other.”
“Yeah, us girls know what feels good, don’t we?”
After a brief silence, Megan asked a question she had long pondered.
“Mom, after you got divorced, why didn’t you find someone else and get married?”
Cathy sighed and waited several seconds.
“Well, your dad’s decision totally shocked me, That he could just say, ‘It’s over’ and leave me — leave you, his daughter — and not look back once. Who does that? All he’s done is send the checks. It’s like we don’t exist. It’s not that I wanted to swear off men — I really enjoy a great cock — but I was careful that I didn’t want to get in a relationship where I — we — might get abandoned again.”
There was silence as Meg processed those words.
“Didn’t you have… needs? What did you do when you were horny?”
“I was horny a lot… I masturbated almost every night. That got old. I started dating and had quite a few one-night stands. Well, not that really; I always came home so the sitter could leave.
“With my job, I had some daytime chances to meet men and get fucked. And I had some girlfriends. When you started having sleepovers at your friends’ homes, that gave me a chance for my own sleepovers.”
Meg rolled on her side to hug her mom and softly kiss her cheek. “I love you.”
“And things have turned out all right, haven’t they?”
“Yes, they have.”
Meg’s head was resting on Cathy’s shoulder, her hand was softly cupping her breast.
“So, Bret’s mom — stepmom — told you both that she and her husband have an open marriage…”
Cathy’s mind was churning.
“What do you think of that, Meg?”
“Well, they seem happy, Bret seems happy. Now that he’s fucked his mom and she’s seduced me, I can’t think of any reason to criticize their lifestyle or their choices.”
Cathy hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.
“How did you grow up so fast? I totally agree.”
Meg was also thinking about things that a few days before she would never have considered. And she had no idea her mom was having similar thoughts.
“Mom… do you think the Walkers…”
Cathy interrupted by kissing her daughter deep and hard. She broke the kiss, and they looked in each other’s eyes.
“Yes, dear. I think they would love for us all to get together.”