A Mother’s Temptation

A Mother’s Temptation
by JetBoy

Evelyn stepped from the steamy shower cubicle into the cooler air of the bathroom, water dripping from her body as she fumbled for a towel.

The banging of the shower door woke Evelyn’s teenage daughter Cyndi, who slowly raised herself into a sitting position. Pushing the blanket to one side, she slid from the bed and stretched herself with a yawn, then padded next door to her mother’s room. “Morning, Mom,” she mumbled.From the bathroom’s open door, Evelyn gave her daughter a sleepy smile while she dried herself. “Morning, honey.” Replacing the towel on the rack, she padded into her room.

Cyndi sat down heavily on the edge of her mother’s bed, yawning again while Evelyn selected a pair of panties from the top drawer of her wardrobe, then stepped into them. The sixteen-year-old studied her naked mother, admiring the woman’s shapely form. “I gotta tell ya, Mom — you still look incredibly hot for a middle-aged broad.”

“Well thanks, hon… but if you ever call me a broad again, your ass just might get grounded for life. Here, fasten my bra, will you?”

“Sure,” murmured the girl, rising to her feet. “Oh, before I forget, I need to use your computer sometime. Mine won’t boot up, and I want to get started on my English assignment for next week.” Cyndi furrowed her brow slightly as she carefully hooked the catch of her mother’s bra. “There y’go.”

“Okay by me. Just don’t eat over the keyboard, that’s all.” Evelyn held up two hangers for her daughter’s appraisal. “So, honey… skirt or pants?”

“Go with the skirt, Mom. It shows off your legs!”

And freezes my buns off when the wind’s blowing… but I think you’re right, it does look better.” She hung the pants back inside the wardrobe, then laid the skirt on the bed. “Go on, hon — take your shower.”

With a brief nod, Cyndi crossed her arms and hitched her nightie up over her head — where it got caught because she’d neglected to undo the buttons at the front. “Oh… damn!” she swore, stamping her foot impatiently as she struggled to pull her arms out of the long sleeves and free her head.

Evelyn stopped in mid-motion as she slipped a foot into her pantyhose, watching her daughter struggling with the nightie. She was naked underneath, and Evelyn seized the opportunity to admire Cyndi’s bare body without having to pretend she wasn’t looking.

Beautiful, Evelyn thought. God, she’s grown into a lovely young woman. Just… beautiful!

“Mom, help! If you’re laughing at me…!”

“Hold still, for God’s sake,” Evelyn grumbled as she grabbed hold of the garment. She reached for the top button on the neckline and undid it with a flick of her thumb. “There!” She grasped the hem of the girl’s nightie, pulling it up and off. Cyndi growled in frustration, shaking her honey-blonde hair to take out some of the tangles.

Evelyn gave her daughter a playful slap on her bare bottom. “Get going, you, or you’ll make us both late!”

“Hey, watch it with the hand,” Cyndi protested, but with a smile. She rubbed her bottom, then stuck her tongue out at her mother.

“Another one’s on the way, if you don’t beat it and let me finish dressing.”

“Child abuser…” Cyndi grinned as she sauntered leisurely into the bathroom.

Nice butt, too, thought Evelyn — then shook her head, as if to dispel such an unmotherly thought. With a sigh she picked up the discarded pantyhose and, once again, began to wriggle into them.

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With an empty house, homework finished and time on her hands, Cyndi headed for her mother’s computer after a quick snack. The plan had been to begin work on her Charles Dickens paper, but right then she was in the mood for something a little more exciting than Great Expectations.

Instead, once logged on, she began to search through her mother’s files. Hmmm… any sexy stuff here? she wondered as she clicked in and out of various folders.

Right away she found her mother’s collection of erotic fiction, stashed away in a folder named “Stories.” Reeeeal smart, Mom, she thought, shaking her head. Then she eagerly rubbed her hands together, opened up the first story and began to read.

Minutes later, Cyndi was staring at the monitor in shock. Every story in her mother’s file seemed to be about lesbian sex — and the lion’s share of them were tales of older women with teenage girls. The dazed teen sat motionless, stunned by her discovery.

Next to the “Stories” folder was another one marked “Pictures.” Hmmm… I wonder, she pondered, then moved the mouse to click on the icon.

Her eyes widened when a gallery of photos filled the screen, every one depicting female nudity — and nearly all of them featuring two or more women having sex. There were a few solo shots, but the overwhelming majority of these pictures were of lesbian lovers.

Cyndi’s pulse throbbed as she slowly scrolled through them, catching glimpses of women engaging in all kinds of love play together. She paused, breathing “Oh, wow,” at a photo of a teenage girl, her mouth fastened to an older woman’s pussy.

Cyndi had never given much thought to lesbian love before — at least, not in any way that impacted her personally. Being gay had always been something that happened to other girls. She had to admit, though, that these photos were hot. Come to think of it, some of the stories had made her feel uncomfortably tingly too.

So… her mother was interested in lesbian sex. It didn’t mean she was gay, though — did it? After all, Mom had been married to Dad, and Cyndi knew that her parents had loved one another very much.

Cyndi’s dad had died of a sudden heart attack three years earlier, and her mother hadn’t so much as gone on a date since then. She’d always assumed that her mom just missed her father too much to look for a boyfriend just yet. But this enormous collection of lesbian erotica told a very different story.

Cyndi nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip, intrigued yet puzzled by the mystery she had uncovered. Finally, she shrugged. Oh well, let’s get this stuff copied. I can check it out later.

Taking out a blank disc, she inserted it into her mother’s computer and began copying files.

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Cyndi paraded across the family room on her way to the kitchen, dressed in brief bikini panties and a t-shirt that was old, too tight, and too short. Evelyn watched with interest, admiring her daughter’s youthful skin and slender limbs.

Lovely, she mused. The girl was becoming more attractive every day — sexy, even. Her legs were lithe and elegant, and her breasts had ripened deliciously. What a desirable creature she was…

Tightening her jaw, Evelyn forced herself back to the magazine in her lap, acutely conscious of an unwanted tingling between her thighs. She felt a sudden flash of desperation. Desirable. Why had that word popped into her head? Why couldn’t she stop having these thoughts about her own daughter?

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For the third time that evening, Cyndi started a slide show of pictures on her laptop. They seemed to get more exciting every time she looked. There was something so soft and sweet about women making love. And at the same time, there was a wildness, a raw heat to many of these photos that made them seem especially thrilling.

A click of the mouse, and she started to read a story from her mother’s collection. This one was about a girl named Allie, her algebra teacher Vicki, and a hot night of sex they shared.

Shit, that seems totally hot. I wonder if I should try that with one of my friends…

As she read through another story, Cyndi found herself wondering, once again, about her mother’s sex life.

Mom was married, but she also likes these stories. I guess that means she’s bisexual. She nodded thoughtfully. Yeah, that’s gotta be it. Guess she’s really into younger women, too.

Cyndi tried to picture her mother naked, making love to a cute teenage girl. It was a strange thing to imagine, but something about it made her belly feel all warm inside.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching, and hastily killed the screen.

Evelyn appeared at the door. “That’s enough studying for one night, hon. Time to turn in, okay?” She disappeared.

“Okay. Hey, wait up a second.” She quickly closed her laptop and scrambled off her bed. Evelyn had paused just outside Cyndi’s room, and the young girl approached her with a sweet smile on her lips.

“Love you, Mom,” she said, giving her mother a hug. She reached up to place a kiss on Evelyn’s cheek; then, acting on some odd impulse she didn’t understand herself, kissed her once more — this time on the mouth.

Cyndi’s lips brushed, then lingered against Evelyn’s. Incredibly, her mother seemed to respond for a heartbeat or two until, somewhat flustered, she pulled away.

“What was that about, honey?” Evelyn asked, a strange expression on her face.

Why had she done that? Cyndi wasn’t even sure. Thinking quickly, she replied with a shy smile, “Um… well, I just thought I’d give you a, a real kiss for a change, Mom.”

“Oh!” Evelyn stood there for a moment. “Why, thank you, dear, that… that was very sweet.” She bent slightly to give her daughter a gentle peck before pulling away, her heart racing. “Let’s wash up and get to bed now,” she murmured, then continued down the hall on trembling legs.

Cyndi’s own heart thrummed frantically as she turned away and, in a daze, headed for her bathroom. “Damn… that was beautiful,” she whispered to herself.

She touched her lips in awe. Jeez, I like kissing Mom like that… wonder if she’d let me do it again?

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That kiss lingered in Evelyn’s mind, tantalizing her as she tried to sleep. Dear Cyndi. So innocent, kissing me like that. If only…

“No,” she whispered to the dark room. “Don’t even think it. Don’t!”

But it was so lovely, so sweet. I’m still wet from remembering it.

“Go to sleep, damn it,” she muttered, turning onto her side.

Slumber finally came. Evelyn dreamed of Cyndi, naked in her arms. And she was happy.

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Later that week, four-fifteen in the morning. Evelyn leaned against the door frame of her daughter’s bedroom, watching her sleep. Cyndi was sprawled across the tangled sheet, completely nude.

That’s the second time this week she’s done that. Sure, the weather’s warm enough, but my guess is that there’s more to it…

Heart throbbing, she slipped a hand under her own top to lightly brush an erect nipple with her fingertips. She does that because it makes her feel sexy, I’ll bet.

And where did she discover that sexiness? One minute she’s young and girlish, the next she’s wise beyond her years.

Evelyn ran her eyes lovingly across Cyndi’s body. The teen’s legs were long and lithe, her neck and shoulders elegant — and her breasts were flawless, capped with rosy nipples. She had never known a more beautiful girl.

That bottom of hers! The boys are taken with it, I’m sure. Well, angel — your mom likes it, too. She gazed at its enticing roundness, wishing for a peek between her pert buttocks, at the cleft of Cyndi’s anus.

I’d love to get my lips on those soft cheeks — kiss them, spread them apart and lick her there, bury my tongue in her crack…

She sighed. At least she had finally admitted to herself that, despite her attempts to resist these feelings, she was sexually attracted to Cyndi. Her own daughter. And she was so damned young, too. Nothing got Evelyn hotter than the sight of a sexy young woman, she knew that — but how could she be feeling lustful impulses for a sixteen year old girl?

The real barrier for Evelyn, though, was that of incest. The ultimate taboo.

She sighed. I can think it all through, and admit my feelings for Cyndi without having a complete meltdown. But I still can’t have her, not the way I want…

She went to bed lonely, cruelly taunted by fantasies of undressing her daughter. Of caressing her youthful body, exploring every inch of her with loving hands. Of kissing her, gently at first, then passionately, the way that real lovers do. Of tasting her soft, sweet skin. Of lying between Cyndi’s trembling thighs, nuzzling the girl’s sex. Of her daughter’s eyes, filled with wonder, gazing at her mother as Evelyn took that first loving lick…

Then she was masturbating, palming her throbbing cunt to visions of her body tangled with Cyndi’s, mother and daughter sharing love in a wonderful new way. Evelyn panted as she probed herself with two fingers, pressing the heel of her hand against an inflamed clitoris.

When she came, it was positively cataclysmic; bucking frantically on the bed as bursts of pleasure flashed and sizzled through every inch of her frame.

Finally she lay exhausted, hands trembling as she wept, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow to muffle the sobs.

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Three nights later, Cyndi listened attentively as her mother made final preparations for bed. She was warm all over, and desperate for sexual relief. Since unearthing her mother’s porno stash, she had developed an especially voracious appetite for masturbation. It was a hunger that was hard to ignore for very long.

She traced a pattern across her chest and tummy with three fingers while she waited for the faint click of her mother’s light. When it came, she waited a while longer for Evelyn to fall asleep. A gentle brushing of her nipples and a caress between the legs every now and then helped to keep her arousal sharp.

She loved it. The softness of her skin, the sound of her own breath, the tightening of her nipples and how sensitive they became, the wetness of her pussy, the way it squished moistly as she fingered herself — it was all part of the journey. She’d come to understand that anticipation and the slow, gradual building of pleasure were almost as good as the final destination of climax.

Cyndi rolled over and stuffed a pillow between her legs, rubbing her vulva along its seam. She loved being naked, loved feeling the cool caress of the bedsheets against her skin. So many of the things Cyndi did these days seemed to take on a sexual aspect.

And after days of perusing lesbian stories and photos, she was more or less sold on the idea of making love to another girl before indulging in further exploration with boys.

Also, she couldn’t stop thinking about her mother, and how much she was into teenage girls! One of Cyndi’s favorite new masturbation fantasies was imagining her mom making love to different girls from her school. Right now she visualized Evelyn with her friend Pam, a cute redhead. They were both naked, sharing deep French kisses, and her mother was cupping Pam’s bottom.

Cyndi fondled her moist slit, quickly coating her fingers with the liquid evidence of her arousal. Bringing her hand to her lips, she eagerly sucked at her fingertips, moaning softly as she tasted herself. In her mind, she pictured Pam leaning close to lick at her mother’s nipple, then take it into her mouth.

A tiny sound, the hint of a sob wafted down the hallway, causing her to pause her fingering and listen intently. There was nothing for a few seconds, and then it came again, the barely audible sound, slightly louder this time.

Cyndi sat up. Oh, no… Mom’s crying.

Sexual fantasies forgotten, she climbed from bed, still naked, and crept down the hall to her mother’s door. It was slightly ajar, and Cyndi carefully peered inside.

The room was bathed in the soft yellow glow from a bedside touch-lamp at its lowest setting. Her mother was curled up, face buried in a pillow, wearing only skimpy panties and a thin top.

From the darkened hallway, Cyndi watched Evelyn stretch out on her back, a pillow clutched to her chest. The dim light illuminated parts of her body and hid other parts in shadow, creating a most erotic effect that only enhanced her beauty.

Evelyn’s eyes and cheeks shone with moisture, the tears smeared across her face. She tucked the pillow behind her and lay quietly, staring at the ceiling, trying to compose herself.

Another lonely night, she thought. She rolled onto her side, pressing a hand to her lips as another tear slowly trailed down her cheek. Why? Why does it have to be this way?

“Mom, don’t cry.”

Evelyn gasped in surprise, her eyes snapping open. But before she could speak, Cyndi was in her arms and kissing her. It was a gentle, loving kiss, lips barely touching at first. But as their bodies pressed together, the girl’s mouth lingered against hers for a few extra seconds before breaking away.

“Oh, honey,” Evelyn whispered. She held her daughter closer, head spinning. “T-thank you, dear. I’m okay. Just feeling a little bit lonely tonight, I guess.” She stroked her child’s hair lovingly, allowing her fingers to travel along the smoothness of her bare back, down to the curve of Cyndi’s bottom.

Suddenly, Evelyn froze in shock. Oh, my GOD… she’s naked!

Cyndi’s heart throbbed as she lay in her mother’s embrace, lips still tingling from their kiss, stunned by a sudden realization.

Now… now she understood the true meaning of all the fantasies about her mother she had enjoyed over the last two weeks.

Cyndi now realized what she really wanted — had wanted, all along, without even knowing it.

Then and there, she made a decision.

She lifted her head and gazed deep into her mother’s eyes, then bent down to kiss her again.

For a heartbeat, their mouths brushed together lovingly. Slowly, Cyndi made the kiss deeper, more intense. Dizzy with excitement, the young girl parted her lips, slipping her tongue into Evelyn’s mouth.

It was her first French kiss with a woman… and it was wonderful.

“No!” Evelyn gasped, breaking away. “Cyndi, you can’t…”

Cyndi stopped the protest with a finger to her mother’s lips. “I want to, Mom,” she whispered, eyes alight with love. Once again, she closed the gap to kiss Evelyn. “I want to…”

There was no hesitation. It began gently, a tender kiss that gradually became a passionate one. Cyndi swung a leg across Evelyn’s thigh to get a better position, cradling her mother’s face as she embraced her like a lover.

Evelyn tried her best to resist, to say no — but this helpless craving for her daughter could no longer be denied. She found herself returning Cyndi’s affection measure for measure, her own tongue emerging to join the loveplay. Their mouths parted further, and their kiss grew increasingly passionate.

They parted slowly, tiny pecks interspersed with tongues teasing, flicking.

“God, we shouldn’t be doing this…” Evelyn murmured helplessly as she rolled her naked daughter back onto the sheet and hovered over her on all fours, grazing the nape of the girl’s neck with her lips.

“But you like it.” Cyndi smiled, her eyes dancing. “And I love it!” She reached up and drew her mother down into her arms. “C’mon, Mom — let’s make out.”

Evelyn hugged her tightly. Their hands traced patterns across smooth skin as they nuzzled one another like lovebirds. Within minutes the kissing began again, this time with even greater urgency as they rolled back and forth across the bed.

“Touch me,” Cyndi whispered in her mother’s ear, pressing her sex against the older woman’s thigh. “Touch my pussy, Mom!”

The invitation to lose herself in sapphic incest smoldered in Evelyn, igniting in a bright blaze of desire and passion that overwhelmed any feeble cries of protest that still lingered in her mind.

“Like this?” Evelyn asked as she ran a finger delicately between Cyndi’s legs, through the girl’s soft pubic triangle and along the line of her moist slit.

“Yesss…!“ Cyndi gasped. “Like th-that!”

Evelyn bent down to trail kisses over her daughter’s chest, stopping at each breast in turn before continuing upward to her neck and shoulders, then down again to the hard, erect nipples that begged to be sucked. Her tongue circled the rosy tip of the girl’s breast as she gently slipped the tip of a finger between Cyndi’s moist labia, awed by how wet her daughter’s pussy had become.

She teased Cyndi’s clitoris with her thumb, brushing it delicately at first. Then her caresses grew firmer, more demanding; she grazed the girl’s nipple with her teeth.

Cyndi came with a choked cry, and Evelyn lifted her head, watching in wonder as the girl she had birthed sixteen years ago tensed and gasped for breath, her body shuddering frantically in orgasm, finally slowing, relaxing.

Smiling weakly, Cyndi turned her head to focus for a moment on her mother. Her eyes took on a deep, dreamy look as she smiled lovingly at Evelyn. “Wow,” she breathed.

“My sweet Cyndi… I love you so much.” Evelyn murmured.

Cyndi wrapped both arms around her mother, hugging her tightly as the pounding of her heart slowed to its normal rhythm. Then she lay back, her warm hands on Evelyn’s face, gazing with adoring eyes at the woman who had given her life. “I love you too,” she sighed happily, drawing near to claim Evelyn’s mouth with hers once more. Her tongue darted between her mother’s parted lips, drawing a moan of mixed passion and disbelief from the older woman.

They kissed hotly for a long time, then Cyndi rolled Evelyn onto her back. “Mom,” she breathed, “I want to make you feel good now.”

Evelyn knew that she should stop this madness before it went any further, but she was on fire, her cunt throbbing with need. She’d never wanted to be loved so desperately in her life.

Cyndi didn’t give her a chance to back out, either — just grabbed at the bottom of her top and tugged. Evelyn raised herself up enough for her daughter to help her out of the thin garment, baring her breasts.

“Now your panties,” Cyndi cooed, reaching for the waistband of Evelyn’s gauzy underwear.

Helpless in the face of this forbidden lust, the older woman lifted her hips. Cyndi quickly slid her mother’s panties down and off. Head spinning with anticipation, Evelyn lay back on the bed, legs parted for her daughter.

Without hesitation, Cyndi dipped her head and took one of Evelyn’s nipples into her soft, sweet mouth. Evelyn gasped… Oh, that’s so good…

Cyndi began to caress her mother’s firm thighs, her hips, her tummy… fanning Evelyn’s lust like a slumbering flame. The young girl’s fingers danced and lightly brushed all around her mom’s lower half, without touching her where she was most desperate to be touched. A tortured gasp issued from Evelyn’s lips. God, she already knows how to tease a lover.

Cyndi licked and sucked at her breasts, switching from one to the other. The heat of her daughter’s mouth had Evelyn panting furiously as it enveloped her nipples, each in turn. Still what she needed most was to be fondled between her thighs, to feel the girl’s fingers in her dripping cunt — but Cyndi tantalizingly held back.

Finally, Evelyn could stand no more. Seizing her child’s wrist, she drew Cyndi’s hand into her crotch, firmly pressing it to her aching pussy…

…and when her loving daughter plunged two fingers deep, deep into her vagina, Evelyn cried out loud, clutching the sheets with white-knuckled hands as an orgasm more powerful than any she could remember came crashing down. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth, body thrashing, out of control.

Cyndi fingered her mother hard and fast, rubbing her face against those heaving breasts, licking and biting them as the older woman sobbed with pleasure.

Finally, Evelyn grabbed her daughter’s pumping wrist. “S-s-stop, baby,” she gasped.

Cyndi’s soft mouth drifted from Evelyn’s breasts up to her lips, and they kissed briefly but tenderly before the teenage girl buried her face in her mother’s neck.

Mother and daughter held each other close for a long time, shifting only to become more comfortable, each lost in thought.

What happens now? Evelyn asked herself. What do I say? God in heaven, own my daughter and I just masturbated one another!

“Mom?” purred Cyndi, breaking into her mother’s agitated reverie.

“Yes, dear,” Evelyn replied, trying her best to sound calm.

“Have you ever, um, done this before? Gone to bed with other women, I mean. Or girls.”

Evelyn hesitated, then spoke. “Yes, baby, I have.” She sighed. “I… well, I knew I liked girls more than boys when I was about your age. But I didn’t actually get to make love to another girl until I was in college.”

Cyndi propped herself on an elbow. “Didn’t you meet Dad in college, too?”

“I did, yes. I was… bisexual in those days, honey. I fooled around with girls, but I also had sex with your father — and that’s how I got pregnant with you.”

“So you and Daddy got married. Was it hard for you, just making love to him? Did you miss doing it with women?”

Evelyn reluctantly nodded. “Yes, I did… I loved your dad, but I also felt the need for the touch of a woman, now and again.” Suddenly unable to meet Cyndi’s gaze, she stared down at her hands. “I never cheated on Jim with a man, but I did have a couple of — um, guess I’d have to call them ‘affairs’ — with other women. Nothing serious.” She gave her daughter an apprehensive glance. “Hope that doesn’t upset you, honey.”

Cyndi shook her head. “I guess I understand, Mom. But what about now? Are you… are you still bisexual?”

Evelyn buried her face in Cyndi’s hair, savoring the delicate scent. “To be honest, honey… I haven’t felt any interest in being with a man since Jim passed away. I… I guess that means I’m a lesbian now.” She suddenly drew away from Cyndi, gazing sternly at the dreamy-eyed girl as she folded her arms. “What about you, young woman — coming in here and making a move on me? Have you done this kind of thing before?”

Cyndi shook her head. “No, Mom,” she murmured shyly. “But I’ve been thinking about it.”

Evelyn gazed deep into her child’s eyes, brushing Cyndi’s hair from her face with trembling fingers. “You’ve been… thinking about me that way?”

“Um, not exactly,” Cyndi replied. “I’ve been, um, having these fantasies about making out with other girls.” Suddenly timid, she stared down at the bed, nervously tracing along the pattern with her index finger. “Sometimes I touch myself, thinking about it.”

“So… how did this happen, baby?” Evelyn asked, gesturing at her daughter and herself, the two of them still naked and snuggled together on the bed.

Cyndi furrowed her brow. “I… I don’t know, Mom… I heard you crying, and I just decided to, to give you a hug, see if I could make you feel all better.” She looked up into her mother’s eyes, encouraged by the love she read in them. “But when I got in bed with you, and we kissed…” She smiled bashfully. “All of a sudden I just — I wanted to make love to you, Mom. I don’t know why, it’s just what I was feeling.” Cyndi paused, searching for the right words. “It was like I’d wanted to be with you that way for a long time, but didn’t know it, not until right then.”

“My goodness,” a dazed Evelyn said quietly.

“And then, when I kissed you… I just didn’t stop. I wanted to do more things with you than kiss, so I… I kept going. That’s it, I guess.” She glanced at her mother. “You aren’t mad at me, are you, Mom?”

Evelyn smiled. “Of course not, honey,” she whispered, resting her forehead against Cyndi’s, their noses nearly touching. “I’m not sure how this happened, and we probably shouldn’t have… but it was a beautiful experience. You made me happier than I’ve been in a long time, sweetheart.”

“Mom? D-do you have a girlfriend? Or… ?”

“No, Cyndi,” Evelyn said. “I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“Can… can I be your lover, then?”

“No!” The answer was out before Evelyn had a chance to think, and she saw a hurt look flash across her daughter’s face. “That wouldn’t be right, dear,” she added gently. “I’m your mother. It’s one thing for us to, to share pleasure, but I don’t think we should treat this as… as a romance.”

“But, Mom,” Cyndi whispered, nuzzling her mother’s neck. “This is like a romance. I think I’m in love with you, and I want to do this again — lots of times!”

Evelyn felt her resolve begin to falter a bit. “Oh, honey…”

Cyndi leaned in to gently kiss her mother’s mouth. “Can we sleep together tonight? I don’t want to stop holding you like this.”

Evelyn thought for a moment, then smiled weakly. “Yes, honey,” she answered.

Mother and daughter snuggled together, soon drifting into a blissful slumber.

*****

I love my baby girl. She’s so tiny and so perfect. I especially love feeding her. My baby Cyndi’s little mouth feels so good when she nurses…

Evelyn drifted awake and looked down. Instead of a burbling infant, a sixteen-year-old Cyndi was sucking at her left nipple. Then she felt the tip of the girl’s finger, lightly brushing her sex.

Why don’t you put an end to this? Mothers and daughters shouldn’t behave this way. Are you going to make her stop?

Perhaps in a moment, she thought, both arms slowly twining around her daughter’s back.

Seeing Evelyn awaken, Cyndi slowly eased a finger into her mother’s vagina, mouth still fastened to her suddenly stiffening nipple.

Combined with the fantasies of the past few weeks — as well as the opportunity she’d had to live out her forbidden desire only a few hours ago — this was more than enough to send Evelyn into a gentle orgasm that left her tingling deliciously. As it tapered off, she drew her daughter’s face to hers and they shared a tender kiss.

“That was unfair of you, Cyndi,” Evelyn whispered. “You caught me off guard. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Do you really not want us to be lovers, Mom?” Cyndi asked wistfully.

“I don’t know, honey,” Evelyn shook her head. “Oh, my. You’ve given me too much to think about!”

“Okay, Mom,” Cyndi shrugged… then, her eyes lowered, she softly asked, “Can we at least cuddle, then?”

“Sure, honey,” Evelyn replied.

They settled into the pillows, snuggling together. Evelyn stared at the ceiling, too many thoughts crowding her mind for her to relax completely.

Incest, lesbian sex — and she’s only sixteen, chided that still small voice in her head. What sort of mother are you to allow this to happen?

But she’s happy, Evelyn silently retorted. And so am I. Doesn’t that count for anything?

Almost as if to defy her nagging conscience, Evelyn began to touch Cyndi, fingertips lightly brushing across the girl’s pale skin. After all, it was what she’d wanted for so long — to marvel at her daughter’s bare beauty without fretting over questions of right or wrong. Cyndi was flawless, exquisite as an April morning. Lithe, fit, creamy skin, silken hair and so gloriously young. She was made to be loved.

Tummy, hips, thighs, breasts, bottom, all so beautiful, so beautiful… She traced her hand across Cyndi’s hips, luxuriating in the satiny texture of her skin.

Cyndi’s eyes slowly opened. “Mmmm… that’s nice, Mom. Keep doing that.”

In spite of her best efforts, Evelyn’s doubts would not be wished away. “Cyndi, are you sure this is what you want? Do you really want to… to be with me?”

“Oh, I’m sure,” the blonde nymph whispered as she wriggled in Evelyn’s arms. “Making love to you was” — and she searched for a word — “was spectacular!”

“It was,” Evelyn sighed wistfully, “it really was.”

“A-and there’s still more we haven’t even tried yet… can we do it again, Mom?”

“What?” Evelyn laughed, cradling her daughter to her. “More? She wants more?”

“Yeah, well, it was so good last night, and doing it to you this morning was great, too.” Cyndi drew away, gazing longingly at her mother. “I love loving you, Mom. I’ve been wanting to do these things with you for awhile, I know that now… and I don’t want to stop. I like boys okay, but it’s you that I need. I… I really want to be your girlfriend, Mom,” she finished as a pink flush spread across her face.

Evelyn sighed happily, on the verge of joyous tears. “Oh, baby… I’ve wanted you for a long time, you know. I never believed this would ever happen, but I’m happy it did. It’s supposed to be wrong, us making love. But I can’t give you up, Cyndi. I just… can’t. Honey,” she breathed, leaning into her daughter, “if you really, really want us to be lovers, then I want that too. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Cyndi melted into her mother’s embrace. “Oh, Mom… I adore you!”

“I love you too, baby.”

They lay together for a while, then Cyndi raised her face. “What are you thinking about, Mom?”

“That I need to ring your school and my office, and tell them we won’t be in today.”

“We won’t? Why, Mom…?”

Evelyn gave her a sly glance. “Because, silly… I want to spend the day in bed with my new lover!”

“Ohhhh!” Cyndi’s mouth was round again, her eyes dancing.

“A little more kissing?” Her hand drifted down to cup Cyndi’s pert buttocks. “A few small touches?” She smiled innocently. “Who knows what it might lead to!”

“God, Mom,” Cyndi giggled, “You are in the mood for being bad, aren’t you?”

“Cyndi,” Evelyn murmured, gazing at the luscious teen with unabashed desire.

“Yeah?”

“I love your ass, honey…”

Cyndi wiggled it and laughed. “Why, thank you, Mummy dear.”

“In fact,” continued Evelyn with a wry smile, “I love your ass so much that I’d like to give it some, um, special attention. Think you could spare me a moment for that?”

“Oh,” replied Cyndi, screwing up her face in mock-concentration, then sighing, “I suppose… if it doesn’t take too long.” Then she threw her arms round her mother’s neck. “God, you’re so silly!” she giggled. “You can do anything you want to me, Mom. Especially in bed.”

Evelyn leaned in close to kiss her daughter, flicking her tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Cyndi responded in kind, and the two kissed hotly for awhile. Gently breaking away, Evelyn murmured, “Get on your hands and knees, hon. Mommy wants to play.”

Eyes flashing with excitement, Cyndi slipped from her mother’s arms and positioned her lithe body on all fours, glancing expectantly back over her shoulder at Evelyn. “What’re you gonna do to me?” she cooed.

“You’ll see, hon,” said Evelyn, rising to kneel behind the girl, savoring the sight of Cyndi’s adorable ass. She’d had fantasies about touching, tasting her daughter’s bottom for weeks. Now she and Cyndi were lovers, and that sexy ass was hers to explore as she wished.

Evelyn cupped her daughter’s rump in both hands, then began to caress the smooth globes.

“Mmmm… that feels good,” Cyndi sighed.

Rather than reply, Evelyn leaned closer and pressed her face against the teen’s buttocks, placing a warm kiss here and there. Cyndi purred with pleasure, arching her back like a contented cat.

The scent of her daughter’s skin, the softness — Evelyn felt lightheaded. Her kisses grew deeper, lips parting, the tip of her tongue emerging to join the fun as she made love to Cyndi’s ass. Wanting more, she parted her child’s buttocks with her hands, then slowly ran her tongue through the girl’s anal cleft in one long, luxurious lick.

“Oh, Mom!” gasped Cyndi. “Fuck, that feels so… so…” and she moaned as Evelyn burrowed deeper between her cheeks, exploring the young girl’s asshole with her tongue.

Evelyn’s head spun from the sheer… overload of it all. The forbidden fantasy of rimming her sixteen-year-old daughter had come to pass — and it was even better than she’d imagined. She circled the pucker of Cyndi’s anus with the tip of her tongue, then pressed a deep, soulful kiss into the dark pink crease.

“Oooooohhh,” the girl responded, her head lolling back, mouth slack. “That… oh, Mom, what you’re d-doing to me — it’s amazing!”

Evelyn continued to lovingly kiss Cyndi’s asshole, as if it were her daughter’s pretty mouth. Then she began to lick again… slowly, lingeringly dragging her tongue up through the sixteen-year-old’s crack, over and over again.

Cyndi was trembling now, her body taut as an archer’s bow. “I love you, Mom,” the girl was whispering. “I love you. I love you.”

Her desire now whipped into a raging firestorm, Evelyn quickly reversed position to slide beneath Cyndi’s outthrust pelvis, now gazing up enthralled at her daughter’s sugary slit, adorned by sparse pubes the color of winter wheat. Reaching around to grasp Cyndi’s ass, Evelyn pulled the girl’s beautiful pussy down to her already open mouth, tongue poised to explore her most intimate places.

Cyndi threw her head back with a soft cry of surprise at the sensation of her mother’s hot mouth, now covering her pussy. It was everything she had dreamed of and more! She gasped, head spinning wildly as a warm, wet tongue pushed its way into her opening. “Damn,” she breathed, her hands clutching the pillow.

Evelyn feasted at the threshold of her daughter’s womanhood, intoxicated by the taste, the smell, the heat and wetness of Cyndi. Her heart swelled with love as she did her best to pleasure the sixteen-year-old nymph. She probed the girl’s slit with a wriggling tongue, then teasingly lapped at her glistening labia.

Cyndi’s body bucked and rocked atop her mother’s face, mewling helplessly as her pleasure rose steadily higher. Evelyn’s mouth was plastered to the divine juncture, drinking deep of the thick, womanly fluids.

Cyndi felt her climax approach, welcomed its nearness.

Then she gasped as she felt her mother’s finger pressing gently against her anus. First the tip entered the toast-warm cleft between her cheeks, then the entire finger. Her moaning grew louder.

Suddenly Evelyn’s lips fastened themselves to the girl’s clitoris to suck at the tiny nubbin — and Cyndi’s world exploded in a searing flash of incandescent light.

Cyndi’s thighs squeezed her face as Evelyn continued to lick and suck at the girl’s sweetness, the room ringing with cries of ecstasy. She took her child to the peaks of pleasure, then gently brought her down to earth… her lips barely touching the glistening slit as her daughter rested, still on her knees, her face buried in a pillow.

Evelyn scooted from beneath her now quiet daughter and sat up, then carefully rolled the flushed and trembling teen onto her back. Eyes shining with love, Evelyn lay down next to Cyndi, taking the girl’s slender form into her arms, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, Mom,” Cyndi sighed contentedly, snuggling into her mother’s embrace, “that was the nicest feeling I’ve ever had.” She raised her face to Evelyn’s, and they shared a gentle but passionate kiss. Cyndi’s tongue emerged to lick around her mother’s mouth, her eyes lighting up as she sampled her own flavor. “Mmmmm,” she cooed. “Wow, my pussy tastes pretty good, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm. You’re luscious, sweetheart,” Evelyn smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“So, Mom,” Cyndi whispered, grinning shyly, “do I get to find out what you taste like?”

Evelyn smiled. “Well, I wouldn’t say no…”

Cyndi leaned in to plant a quick kiss on her mother’s lips, but Evelyn’s tongue darted into her daughter’s mouth; and what was an affectionate peck quickly grew hot and hungry, parent and child kissing like the lovers they had become.

The eager teen climbed atop her mother’s naked body, taking Evelyn’s face in her hands as their hungry mouths mashed together, tongues entwined in a ballet of passion.

Evelyn was breathless with excitement when her daughter broke away. “Cyndi… darling!” she gasped.

But by then her loving child was nuzzling a path down Evelyn’s quivering body, pressing her lips into the hollow of her throat, hands sliding up to claim the woman’s breasts. Cyndi playfully bit her mother’s neck, and Evelyn inhaled sharply, a sharp buzz of pleasure spiralling through her. Sliding down further, the young woman flicked at Evelyn’s nipple with an eager tongue, then took it between her lips.

“Oh, my,” Evelyn moaned, hands cupping her daughter’s bottom.

Cyndi sucked at the soft tip of Evelyn’s right breast, then switched to the left. She flexed her ass lewdly as her mother’s fingers trailed lightly through the crack of her ass, brushing the taut rosebud.

Evelyn’s breasts delighted Cyndi. They were so soft and nice, and feeling her mother’s nipples grow firm in her mouth was a real thrill. She was impatient to taste her mother’s pussy, though, so with a goodbye kiss for each nipple, the teen squirmed her way downward.

Pausing to place a few pecks on her mother’s tummy, Cyndi soon found herself lying between Evelyn’s thighs, eyes wide at her first up-close glimpse of a woman’s pussy. Even better, she told herself, it’s my sweet, beautiful, sexy mother’s pussy. Her heart throbbed as she lowered her face to the glistening slit before her, placing a loving kiss on its pink folds.

“Oooohhh,” Evelyn moaned, “m-my angel…!”

Cyndi’s tongue emerged to lick at her mother’s labia. Then she paused, sampling her first taste of another woman’s cunt. Liking what she found, the girl buried her face between Evelyn’s legs, eager to bring pleasure to the woman who had given her life.

It’s like kissing a mouth, she decided. So she made the kiss a passionate one, sliding her tongue deep into her mother’s creamy cunt. The moan that burst from Evelyn’s lips was sweet music to the teen’s ears.

Evelyn’s fingers tangled in her daughter’s hair as the child feasted on her pussy. It was impossible, couldn’t really be happening — but it was. Her fantasy had come true; she and Cyndi were making love. Guilt or shame seemed pointless in the face of how completely, utterly right their newfound relationship felt.

She gasped again as her daughter’s wicked tongue slid down her slit and further, slipping between Evelyn’s buttocks to tease her anus. “Oh,” she whimpered, a tear of joy slowly rolling down her cheek, “oh, yes.”

Cyndi raised her wet mouth from her mother, taking a deep breath before dipping back down to take that little pink tip at the top of her mother’s pussy between her lips — that special place that always felt so great when she touched herself.

Evelyn panted like a marathon runner, whorls of ever-growing pleasure winding through her body as Cyndi sucked at her clit. Her daughter’s mouth was like a flame caressing her womanly center, driving her to new heights of ecstasy with every kiss, each flick of the tongue.

Then Cyndi slid a finger deep into her mother’s pussy with a single stroke — and Evelyn cried out as a frenzied orgasm gripped and shook her like a rag doll. She shuddered in a helpless frenzy, teeth clenched as Cyndi continued to pleasure her cunt. Finally, after coming at least three times, Evelyn placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder to stop her, gasping for breath so hard she could not speak.

Cyndi raised her head from her mother’s pussy, then crawled into Evelyn’s embrace. She gave her mom some time to recover, then kissed her mouth softly, lovingly.

“Mmmm…” Evelyn hummed, her heartbeat kicking up a notch as she tasted her own essence on Cyndi’s lips. She made the kiss a heated one, her tongue emerging to lick around her daughter’s mouth just like Cyndi had done earlier.

Finally they lay entwined, Cyndi’s head resting on her mother’s breast, sharing soft, languid caresses.

“That was beautiful, Mom,” the Cyndi sighed. “I’m so happy that we’re lovers.” Then she giggled. “It feels so good… just saying it!” Lifting her face to gaze at Evelyn with adoring eyes, she softly sang, “Mom is my lover, Mom is my lover, Mom is my loverrrr…” She buried her face into her mother’s breasts, squeezing her tightly.

Evelyn cuddled her child close, heart buoyant with joy. “Yes, I am, honey,” she murmured. “I am. And you’re the most wonderful daughter in the world.”

Resting peacefully against her mother’s breast, Cyndi enjoyed a contented yawn. “Can we take a nap now, Mom? I’m worn out…”

Evelyn stroked her daughter’s back. “Of course, honey. Just relax. I’ll hold you while you get some rest.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Cyndi mumbled. “Love ya.”

“I love you too, baby,” Evelyn whispered… but the girl was already drifting off.

Evelyn held her daughter, her eyes growing moist as she marvelled at this miracle that had fallen into her arms — this bewitching creature that had come from her body sixteen years ago. Now they had discovered a new intimacy, a different way to share love. We’re not just mother and daughter now, Evelyn mused. We’ve become something more.

But can I still really be a mother to Cyndi after this? she suddenly thought, a cold tendril of worry touching her heart. What we have here in this bed is heavenly… but I don’t want to lose what she and I had before. The helping with schoolwork, jogging to the park on Saturdays, baking cookies, watching sappy movies together — can we keep those things and still make love?

Evelyn sighed — then she smiled, placing a soft kiss upon her daughter’s head. There was no need to agonize. It might not be easy — setting boundaries, determining where being a parent left off and being a lover began… but they would make it work. Cyndi and I want it to work, she told herself, and that’s enough.

A pleasant haze of drowsiness was gradually seeping into Evelyn’s thoughts, and her jaws suddenly gaped wide in a long, satisfying yawn. Guess I’ll nap too, she decided. With an arm draped protectively over Cyndi’s bare body, Evelyn settled into the marshmallowy softness of her pillow.

As she slowly, slowly floated into tranquil slumber, one final thought appeared. This is paradise that we’ve found. A sweet, loving haven for my daughter and me. Just a little corner of paradise…

Mother and daughter dozed quietly, peacefully.

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8 thoughts on “A Mother’s Temptation

  1. Wonderful story! Full of great detail and vivid imagery, not to mention incredible sex! It also helps that I love the mother daughter angle :)

  2. Jetboy,

    That was just incredible, are you sure you aren’t a woman, you describe the sensations and the feelings so accurately. They are exactly like the feelings I have experienced so often, thank you so much I really enjoyed this story.

    Jay

  3. I don’t think I have ever read a mother/daughter story before. They are always mother/son or brother/sister. Very well written! I can’t wait to read others.

  4. That was a magnificent story; full of eroticism; full of the love of discovery between two lovers whose love has just blossomed from what they were, to what they are becoming. The proper hesitancy on mom’s part, but then being overcome with the desire to make their incestuous love a reality. There is just something about two lovers at the start of their journey, exploring each other, discovering each other. The incest angle is the ice cream on that cake of sensuality.

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