Mother and Daughter: A Love Story

"Excuse me?" said mother, butting in and sounding shocked. "Just how old was she?"

"About the same age as you. I prefer the more mature woman. Like I said, she mothered me. That's how I like it. I enjoy being controlled."

Lady Margaret felt a highly-stimulating surge of excitement racing throughout her body. It would seem the desire for her daughter had taken a step closer. She preferred a mature woman, a woman to mother her. Surely this was a sign, she asked herself. A sign of her attraction towards her? Her Ladyship's hand, which had been caressing her hair, slipped down to her face where her fingers ran themselves over her lips. Gillian stirred. She took hold of her mother's wrist and slid her finger into her mouth, whereupon she began to suck it. Mother's feelings for her were now urgent.

It also appeared that her daughter's feelings had become urgent. Trying hard to control herself, with Gillian sucking her finger like it was a cock, was a strain. Her stunningly sexy daughter was making a meal of it. Mother couldn't resist telling her how good it felt.

"Oh darling Gillian!" She gasped, almost breathless. "I love you doing that. Do you like it?"

Without removing her mother's finger, she replied with 'mmm.'

"Keep doing it!"

"Mmmmm."

With the sounds of her daughter deeply involved in her finger-sucking, mother attempted to continue with her conversation. As she did so, Gillian stopped sucking her finger and began touching her breasts. Mother gasped, and with difficulty, continued in her flirtatious behaviour.

"I've...um, seen many of your girlfriends," she whispered, barely able to concentrate. "Each one I thought was...um, stunning. At first it was just admiration, but tonight I had to admit the truth to myself and realised I wanted to try it. Here's my problem. From...from all...all the girls you've ever brought home, none come close to you. You have to be the most beautiful creature that's walked God's Earth. Do you understand what I'm saying, and the reason I'm...um, getting so close to you? You must have realised I've been flirting with you. Pretty heavily too. You've also been encouraging me. A mother can tell. You have, haven't you, darling? I too can also mother you and take care of you, in the same way as Josie did."

Now with her daughter clearly enjoying her mother's breasts, and with her pretty face burning, her heart pounded beneath her chest. She confessed that she had been doing some flirting with her, and was having similar feelings. Ones she'd never experienced before. Feelings for the woman who is her mother; a stunning woman who had everything she'd ever wanted. A body like no other and a heart to match. In Gillian's eyes, if there was such a thing as the perfect woman, then it was Margaret. She had been there for her all her life and cared for her every need. Nursed her when she was unwell, dried her tears whenever they flowed, and never left her home alone. Now it would seem they could be heading for a deeper relationship. Could such a thing be possible, she asked herself, a love which could bring them closer than she'd ever dared to dream of?

Still lying with her head resting upon her mother's breasts, licking her erect nipples over her tight red top, and with droplets of perspiration now trickling down her forehead, she again sat up to face her. With her eyes half open, and her hair hanging loose, she met her gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered. Changing her mind, she lowered her head to hide her blushes.

Mother, her heart beating for her daughter, with her eyes again roaming her body, took her head in her hands, raised it up, gazed lovingly into her pretty blue eyes, and planted an unmotherly kiss upon her pink lips. Gillian liked it.

"Oh mother, darling," she gasped. "That was lovely. I have to admit I do find you attractive, very much so, and I guess you now know it. Tonight has been so warm with you. The way you touched me really excited me. I wanted more and still feel that way. When your hands went up my skirt I was shocked, but soon got to like it. But if I allow you to continue flirting with me, and I do the same, it might go further and could change everything. It may surprise you, but I don't know what to do. I need you to help me, perhaps to even mother me; take control of me."

Mother, hearing those words 'take control of me', was more than delighted to do so. She kissed her again. This time, knowing her daughter had liked it, the kiss was more loving. Mother's hand was now upon her leg stroking her milky white thigh. Gillian, returned the kiss, and again reminded her mother how it might change things between them. She hung on to her every word as she spoke.

"That was a lovely kiss, Gillian," she began, with her red lips glistening. "You certainly know how to use that mouth of yours. The finger-sucking was beautiful. You must do that again sometime! And I adored my breasts being touched. But listen, sweetheart, before we go any further we've got to get this sorted out. Firstly, isn't that something I should have said? Yes, it would change things, but for the better. And I'd be happy to help you come to terms with it. I'm attracted to you sexually. You obviously now know that. The only difference between me and any other of your lady friends, is the fact that I'm your mother. I may also be the Lady of the Manor, but I'm still a fucking woman. Yes, I can swear too, darling. And what if it did go further? We're both adults and my body now needs a woman just as much as yours. When I kissed you, I felt your lips belonged to me. I'm wearing your clothes. Even that is now exciting me."

Gillian, now shaking, saw a woman before her eyes, a woman who should not have such feelings for her. Nor she for her. Neither should she have kissed her on the mouth. Such a kiss was not for a mother and daughter to enjoy, but for lovers only. She became muddled. She'd even kissed her back, and adding to that, she'd now touched her. Never had a woman caused her such anguish. Here she was, with her arms wrapped around her, her head back upon her breasts, and she wasn't sure what to do. She had feelings for her, she'd admitted that, but her sudden jolt back to reality, and the awful realisation that this woman was her mother, was causing her much torment. The taste of her lipstick was even teasing her. Such a feminine flavour would have normally driven her to respond to such a kiss with much more passion; a kiss to savour and to enjoy. As these thoughts began tearing her apart, her mother again began kissing her around the neck, and as she did so, she again whispered to her.

"Have I done wrong, Gillian? She asked.

Her daughter had to act. She couldn't hide herself away forever. Slowly, her head, parting from her mother's breasts, rose up yet again and remained hovering close. Her mother's mouth looked more inviting than any other woman she'd ever kissed. With her feelings running wild, confusion was rife. Her mother's mouth was now becoming more inviting because she was her mother; an illicit conquest very new to her. With her pink lips trembling along with every nerve end in her body, she answered her.

"Have you done wrong?" she said, repeating her question. "Maybe you have, mother darling, but I cannot deny enjoying it, just as I have enjoyed us flirting together. We've danced close, we've turned each other on. We've demonstrated how we feel about each other. You've touched me, and I enjoyed that. I have also enjoyed touching you. You like the way I look, and I absolutely adore the way you look. I always have. Especially the way you're looking at me now. Tell me, darling, what does that look mean?"

In the far distance, the old restored village Church, could be heard ringing out the hour of eleven. Joining in, the Grandfather clock began to chime in unison. Mother's eyes continued to roam her daughter's body. A body so in need of her touch, and a body revealing much of what was on offer. After her eyes had finished their journey, they returned to gaze into hers.

"It may well have been wrong to touch and kiss you, Gillian my love, but I just couldn't stop myself. You have brought out from deep within me, a hidden ache for the body of a woman. I had to find out if you had any sexual feelings for me. The look you referred to, was one of a longing desire for you. A desire I was unable to control, and one I still have. I've always loved you as my daughter, but my feelings have now moved on. They've crossed the line. I suppose you could say, they've gone from 'good to bad' or 'good to better', depending on how you conceive such love. For us, it could be the perfect solution. You don't have a girlfriend, and I want one."

"I know what I ask of you is wrong, and I've even surprised myself by doing so. It's all happened so quickly too, for me anyway. Even now, as we sit here holding each other, I feel ashamed of my thoughts, as well as the craving I have for your body. A body I brought into this world twenty-one years ago. I do not wish to push my feelings upon you. That's something I could never do. My wish is for our feelings to be mutual, and it's not just sex. It's much more than that. I want love, I need love, and it's your love I want."

Gillian, melting in her mother's arms, while caressing her thigh through the revealing slit in her skirt, had never experienced such arousal. She was even moist. Her mother's words of love had been from the heart, and ones which had very clearly pleased her. At times of such an aroused state, she would have normally pleasured herself. Brushing her hand against her mother's breasts, and with her own nipples displaying their arousal, she spoke up. There were no blushes this time. Not even when she kissed her mother softly upon her rose-red lips. However, mother blushed as her daughter responded.

"You've been so very honest with me, Margaret, and I appreciate that. You've touched more than my body tonight, you've touched my heart. You've left no doubt in my mind how I feel about you. I don't care whether it's right or wrong either. I'm going to be very blunt with you. I've never been so stirred by any other woman I've ever been with. You, my darling mother, have made me wet. I can barely believe that just a few hours ago you were nothing more than a very loving mother. Now you are the mother I'm having sexual desires for, just as you are for me."

"When I told you about the girl who saw us shopping together. The one who thought you were my girlfriend, well that was true. She did say that, and I let her believe it. She said you were gorgeous. I confirmed it and said you were. I meant it too, even all those months ago. That night in bed I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was touching myself. Just my tits at first. That wasn't enough though. Because of you, I fingered myself three times that night. So you see, mother, I had feelings for you then just as I have now."

This time, with her mouth wide open, she kissed her mother just as she would have done had she been her girlfriend. Throwing her arms around her, she kissed her full on the mouth with her tongue delving deep into her throat. Responding instantly, her mother, overwhelmed by her lust, threw her arms around her daughter, and sent in her own tongue to mingle with hers. Gillian's breasts were soon being fondled. She gasped into her mother's mouth.

The Georgian couch creaked and groaned. Mother and daughter gasped and moaned. Margaret's pent-up hunger for her daughter's flesh had been released. Her ravenous appetite was about to be satisfied. The pink lipstick had joined the red lipstick. The kiss, deep, powerful and meaningful, was to send hands venturing to places they should never go. Even for the sexual adventurer, Gillian, such a moment was like nothing she had ever known. Was this to be her destiny? She asked herself. Was her own mother to become her girlfriend? Pausing, and gasping for breath, with her and Margaret's breasts partially exposed, she sent her mouth straight back where it belonged. The kissing went on.

When the kiss, which seemed to last forever, finally fizzled out, the silence that followed was unbearable, especially for Lady Margaret. She had ventured where no mother should have gone. Her daughter must have felt the same. She had been touched sexually by her, but still they held each other. Gillian, again with her face buried deep into her mother's breasts, hid herself away. A short while later, she spoke from her hiding place.

"Margaret?" she whispered, enjoying the feel of her mother's full soft breasts.

"Yes darling?" Replied mother.

"You said earlier that you're looking for a girlfriend. Are you still looking?"

"Not anymore, Gillian. I've found her. It's you. You're my kind of woman."

"Do you really mean that, mother?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"No never. You could never do that. If you really want me I'm yours."

"I do want you very much, Gillian darling. Would you like to join me in bed tonight?"

"Oh yes. I would truly love to. You're my kind of woman too. I've often fantasised about you. Yes, it's true, Margaret. Now that the fantasy has become a reality, we can really make love together. I'm a woman who needs her mother's love. It's time for the teasing to stop."

The feelings were mutual, and her mother happily agreed that the teasing should indeed stop. While she untied the little bow on her daughter's top, Gillian began unfastening the buttons on her mother's to seek out the forbidden fruits, in full. Two pairs of the most suckable breasts soon became exposed. Gillian leaned forward to kiss her mother's hard nipples. Her mother closed her eyes, placed her hands around the back of her daughter's head, and held her fast whilst she sucked her tits.

Just the sound of her breasts being sucked was magical. It was as if a starving vixen was chewing at a juicy melon. And when she gripped her stiffened nipple between her teeth and bit it, she cried out in ecstasy, dug her heels into the floor, and ran her fingernails over the flesh of her daughter's back. Gillian, with saliva dribbling from her mouth, leaving her mother's tit wet and wobbling, leapt up.

"Suck mine now, mother darling," she gasped. "Then we'll go to bed."

Twenty minutes later, after a truly wonderful suck of her daughter's tits, with her nipples now almost glowing in dark, mother's wet and dribbling mouth drew away from them. Even before she could regather her breath, Gillian thrust her heaving tits up against her mother's and again kissed her mouth long and hard.

Never had this Manor House seen such illicit love. In times gone by, perhaps a young courting couple would have linked arms to stroll the courtyard together, but never, never would it have been a mother and daughter, and most definitely not sucking each other's tits, let alone kissing.

Gillian's tongue, long and wet, entwined with that of her Ladyship's, drove them on to kiss harder and with much force. Lady Margaret, with her passion out of control, ran her fingers through her daughter's hair and again squeezed the bare flesh of her breasts. Gillian meanwhile, looking hotter than ever, and exciting her mother further, rolled over to get on top. Mother felt her panties being removed. She called out to her.

"Wait! Wait!" she gasped, pulling her hand away. "Let's wait until we're in bed. I've got to go and check on the dogs first though."

Reluctantly, Gillian pulled her mother's knickers back up. Lady Margaret, her face hot and flushed, gazed up at her. The longing in eyes for her daughter was clearly being displayed.

"You go up to my room," she said, raining butterfly kisses around her face and neck. "I won't be long, darling. The dogs need a run around the garden otherwise they'll disturb us during the night. We wouldn't want that, would we? By the way, you can start without me if you want."

After calming down, they gathered themselves together and redressed. Mother and daughter, with each other's lipstick smeared over their breasts, tucked them away until they were ready to be released in bed later.

"Before you go, Margaret," said her daughter, tugging at her arm. "I'll leave some of my sexy nighties and underwear on my bed for you. By the way, is the maid on duty tonight?"

Mother, hotter than fire itself, and delighted by her daughter's offer to wear one of her nighties, confirmed that they were alone, as Gretchen, the maid had the weekend off. She then disappeared outside to attend to the dogs.

Gillian turned off the ballroom lights and while feeling her tits, she wandered off upstairs in a daze to her mother's bed, stopping first at her own room to collect her sexiest see-through nightie and a few other 'accessories'.

In the shower room she could hear the dogs barking, and her mother calling them. Heaving at her soapy breasts in anticipation of what was to come, she could barely wait to get onto her mother's bed to touch herself all over.

"Oh, Gillian," she mumbled. "I want you!"

Quickly drying herself off, and slipping into her nightie, she wiggled her bottom along the corridor, entered her mother's bedroom, and leapt onto the bed; a bed she'd often spent many happy hours on performing solo.

There was something fascinating about a four-poster; captivating, provocative and irresistible, and Gillian was soon demonstrating just how she felt about it, and herself. For a woman such as her, it wasn't just other females she enjoyed. She found her own body attractive and had teased herself into bed on many occasions. On this night, though, after her own mother had seduced her, and was soon to join her, she was giving it all she'd got.

On her knees, staring into the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed, with both hands crushing her stunning tits, she sighed and gasped at such a feeling, as well as the sight of her own reflection.

"Oh yes! Oh God, Gilly darling!" she sighed, into the mirror. "You look so fucking hot and sexy tonight!"

With her lust for her own body reaching boiling point, and her hand delving inside her panties, she threw herself backwards onto the huge bed and began giving herself the time of her life.

It was to be about twenty minutes later, from the within the shadows of the bedroom, that she heard the sounds of hands coming together in a slow round of applause. Turning in that direction, with her face contorted out of all recognition, while her fingers rapidly brought on her approaching climax, she saw her mother standing watching her. She stepped from the shadows to get closer. Her daughter's orgasm came immediately.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped out. "I can't stop! I love my cunt!"

Her mother, ignoring the foul language, became mesmerised. Never in her life had she imagined she would willingly wish to witness such a beautiful sight. Unable to resist a closer look, she climbed onto the bed and lay herself beside her. Her daughter's face; a beautiful face which had become that of woman possessed by her own touch, was in a trance-like state. While she lay there kicking and screaming, mother, taking control, slapped her legs. Why she did that, she didn't know, but it felt good. Gillian clearly liked it.

"Oh fuck, mother! Do it again!" she cried. "I can't stop fucking screaming!"

"Yes, I can hear you, darling," said mother. She followed that by announcing what she was wearing.

"I'm wearing your panties, Gilly," she whispered, teasing her further. "Keep wanking yourself and I'll slap you some more."

"Please! Please! Please!" she screamed. "Slap me! Oh fuck! I'm going to cum again!"

Her daughter's face had become pale. Her lips too had turned white. Fearing she might faint, mother slapped her face, twice. Not hard, but hard enough to bring her climax to its finale. Her daughter bit her lip. He fingers sloshed about inside her. Her tongue came out. Her mother sucked it. Gillian screamed into her mouth as her second orgasm tore through body.