Mothers and Daughters Ch. 17

This security officer was dazzled by Vera's beauty and was very empathic to her situation. He believed Vera's story implicitly, and so advised her as they were going to the room that, if indeed her daughter was in the room, he would allow her entry. He assured Vera that she could stay, calming and comforting her daughter until check out time of 11:00 AM.

Actually when they did arrive at the room, the security officer opened the door peeked in to see that there was a woman in the room. Making the reasonable assumption that it was Vera's daughter, he did not go further into the room. He just allowed Vera to enter the room and had her close the door behind her.

Vera examined the room and noticed the bloodied sheets of the bed that Natasha was not in. She sighed as it confirmed that Natasha had been a virgin. A deep melancholy momentarily overcame her as she knew the horrible death of Reggie would surely devastate her daughter. No doubt Natasha had envisioned the beginning of a great sexual affair, but now it was snuffed out. Vera shuddered at the irony of having her daughter experience a similar awful experience, namely to have a lover killed shortly after sex.

Vera approached the still sleeping and snoring Natasha to gently wake her:

"Natasha darling, please wake up. I've something I need to tell you."

Groggily, Natasha opened her eyes and upon seeing Vera hoarsely asked:

"Mom?"

As she was becoming a little more conscious she began to sit upright. In doing so the bed sheets she had crawled under during her sleep slid off her confirming her total naked state. She repeated the question:

"Mom? Mom, what are you doing here?"

Before Vera could answer, Natasha was now fully awake and aware of her location and her circumstances so she again repeated:

"Mom, what are you doing here? And Reggie? Where's Reggie? Oh my God Mom did you see Reggie naked? Did he run to the bathroom to hide?"

With heavy heart, Vera replied:

"No honey. I did not see Reggie naked. He's not in the bathroom..."

Suddenly it dawned on Natasha that her mother would not normally be in this room considering the circumstances. A heavy dread descended on her soul as she interrupted Vera and squeaked:

"Then where is he?"

"He's dead honey. He was struck down by a car on Monroe Street while you were asleep."

"No! Noooooo! He can't be dead. He was here fucking me. He had no reason to leave this room."

"Perhaps he went to have a cigarette. This is a non smoking room. I noticed it says so on the door. Yes that's probably why he left the room."

"But why would he be on the street? He could have smoked just standing outside the door."

"I don't know honey."

Then the realty of Reggie's death struck Natasha and she let out an anguished screech. A scream of pure agony followed in short order. Then she burst out crying and sobbing fiercely. Her whole body shook and shuddered and briefly was in a spasm.

Vera, now seated on the bed grabbed her. She took Natasha in her arms embraced her and held on to her. As Natasha continued to sob, Vera tried comforting her by stroking her long blonde hair. She made cooing sounds to try and soothe her. Natasha was inconsolable as she continued weeping and shaking.

Vera started kissing on her hair. Then turning Natasha's head around, Vera kissed her eyebrows, rained kisses on her forehead and kissed on her tears. The kissing began to have the desired effect of soothing Natasha. Her weeping slowed in its intensity and was soon replaced by sniffling. Finally Natasha responded positively as she ceased crying altogether. Moving her head into position she kissed Vera on the mouth.

Mother and daughter pressed their lips strongly together preparing for an explosive kiss. They remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly without warning Natasha slipped her tongue out and stabbed an opening in Vera's lips. Thereupon their mouths opened and a most sweet passionate kissing ensued.

Vera sort of sensed this was wrong. However any guilt feelings she ought to have had were drowned out by the pleasure of the pure unalterably sweeter than wine kisses.

As for Natasha her grief had made her totally bereft. The pain was so awful that it was about to cause her physical illness. She needed relief and the only relief her body recognized as acceptable was sex.

Thus she stunned her mother by declaring:

"I need to be fucked! I need to be fucked now! I know girls can fuck each other. I'm pretty sure you know how to fuck a girl. So do me. I need it bad."

Vera's subconscious mind took note that Natasha in her plea did not refer her by name or by their relationship. Natasha was sending a signal that her need was so desperate that their flesh and blood tie had to be ignored. Completely cognizant of the excruciating mental anguish and pain her daughter was experiencing, Vera believed she knew what her duty was.

She replied:

"Yes honey I do know how to make love to a woman. Let me get naked and I will love on you."

With that Vera got undressed and then got into the bed next to her already naked daughter. They resumed kissing, laying side by side. Natasha had by now finished with her crying and the pleasure of the kissing was taking hold of her emotions. She began to moan, and it was definitely a moan of pleasure as opposed to a moan of despair which she had previously been exhibiting. Vera gently turned Natasha on to her back and commenced an osculating trek of Natasha's body, always moving southwards.

Vera started with some licks into Natasha's ears causing her daughter to shudder in an intense acute reaction. The pleasure laden shudder demonstrated the efficacy of Vera's skills in lesbian love making. The joyful shudder was welcome sound compared to the despair of Natasha's prior sobs.

Vera kissed Natasha's neck thoroughly before getting to the nipples and breasts. Once there Vera attacked with gusto: kissing, licking, sucking and biting Natasha's nipples; touching, pinching, squeezing and otherwise mauling her boobs.

The fact that Natasha was her daughter was long dismissed from Vera's mind. However, the remarkably physical resemblance of Natasha to her was not so easily dismissed. Because of that resemblance, it made Vera feel more like she was masturbating rather than making love to another person, the ultimate masturbation so to speak. Of course making love to Natasha was not masturbation, but then again it was not ordinary lesbian love making either; instead it was heavenly even magical.

Then Vera interrupted her own mind by thinking:

"Aw shit! Quit analyzing just enjoy."

With that thought Vera dropped to Natasha's cunt to start some serious cunnilingus. With a few general swipes by her tongue at strategic spots, she committed Natasha to accepting a rhythm of pleasure. She formed three fingers together to simulate a penis and started fucking her daughter vaginally. At the same time Vera's mouth was at Natasha's clitoris licking and alternatively biting that female love bulb.

Natasha had raised a leg to rest her heel on her mother's back which allowed easy access to her rectum. Thus not satisfied with providing the double stimulation on Natasha's cunt, Vera with two fingers stuck together reached under and penetrated Natasha's ass. The now triple stimulation in her nether orifices was pushing Natasha overboard.

When Natasha made her plea for relief from her grief the fact that Vera was her mother was irrelevant. The important point was that Vera was there and was there for her. Previously Natasha had been aware that lesbian sex existed but she naturally had no idea what type of pleasure could ensue from it. Just before she exploded into a mind blowing orgasm her last conscious thought was that her pleasure was greater beyond anything she could have possibly previously imagined.

When Natasha started to calm down from her orgasm, two thoughts became paramount in her mind. First, she felt gratitude for the sex since she now knew she could reasonably cope with her grief and loss. Second it would be churlish not to repay her mother for her service.

She smiled at Vera and stated:

"I believe it is my turn. Please turn over and I'll do you."

Vera complied more from curiosity than any serious expectation of pleasure. Natasha basically replicated what Vera had done to her, as in actuality she had no knowledge or experience to draw from. Natasha was an apt pupil in girl-on-girl sex though. Vera was thrashing about while she was driven to a most exquisite orgasm.

Vera certainly had no cause to complain about any inadequacies in her daughter's sexuality. She observed in her mind that if Reggie had to die, then at least his last hours on earth had to have been one of the most pleasant times in his short life.

When Vera started to calm down from her climax, she curiously noticed that she still was agitated and not completely satisfied. She also realized Natasha was likewise still restless. Silently, she motioned Natasha to lie down on her back, and she then assumed a '69' position on top of her daughter. Despite her inexperience Natasha instinctively knew what was required of her. As they had each experienced recent climaxes this time their mutual oral sex was slow and languorous. The pace paved the way for a truly overpowering orgasm. When they simultaneously reached their climaxes, mother and daughter separated and loudly gave vent to the satisfaction of the lustful pleasures they had experienced.

The sex with her mother was instantly but temporarily therapeutic for Natasha. It made her less miserable and she sensed she could function. Still her grief was there as painful as ever. She got out of the bed, showered and put on her clothes ready to return to Excalibur Street. She turned sullen and had nothing to say.

Vera was in a zombie like state as well. She showered right after Natasha, and got dressed without attempting any conversation with Natasha. After her orgasm and an all too brief afterglow two competing reactions to the sex were raging in her mind; guilt versus justification.

Vera's feeling of guilt did not emanate from a shame of indulging in the taboo of incest, lesbian incest at that. No instead it derived from the hopes and aspirations she had for her daughter. Given her own bizarre and unorthodox sex life, Vera's fondest hopes and aspirations sexually for her daughter was for her to enjoy a "normal" love/sex life. Normal as society has decreed. Steady boyfriend to husband to children and white picket fence; that sort of normal.

The prospects for such an outcome for Natasha seemed excellent. There was an obvious chemistry between Natasha and Reggie. It seemed like it was in the cards for an exclusive relationship at very least; and eventual matrimony was not out of the question. As Vera did not have a racist bone in her body the interracial coupling held no horror for her. To top it all, as she had known Reggie all his life, she knew Reggie to have grown into an exceptional and excellent young man certainly well suited for her daughter.

Then it all came crashing down with Reggie's death. Vera intellectually realized that the death of one's lover does not doom the prospect of a normal love/sex life. Such things do happen in the course of events. Life goes on; tragedies like this can be overcome. However making love to one's mother right after learning of the death of one's lover is more likely a precursor to a bizarre and unorthodox sex life then an indicator of a normal love/sex life.

On the other hand there was no denying that Natasha was in mental anguish upon hearing of Reggie's death. The grief was overpowering her and rendering her inconsolable. There was no telling what harm would befall her if not for the sexual intervention. And the sex was a true intervention. It was not like the sex resulted from the failure of either one of them to curb a sinful lust between them.

The fact was that Natasha was the person Vera loved above all else. But the love was a maternal love. The sex they had was an act of loving kindness by Vera to comfort her daughter in her greatest hour of need. It was not an act of lust and the fact that each experienced an explosive orgasm was not germane.

In any case whether Natasha did have a normal love/sex life or follow her footsteps to a bizarre and unorthodox sex life was up to her. It was her life; her life to experience notwithstanding guidance and advises from Vera. The bottom line was that whether Natasha became a nun or an insatiable nymphomaniac or something in between Vera would love her. So Vera concluded it did her no good to try and interfere and besides Natasha was a strong woman and pragmatic as well. She would not fall apart from this tragedy.

As they drove in silence back to Excalibur Street each was silent for their own reasons. Natasha was sullen and brooding in her grief. Vera was silently contemplating her many thoughts and formulating future plans. When they arrived, Natasha immediately confined herself to her room to grieve privately. She did come out for dinner to eat with Ruth and Vera as well as the devastated Alisha.

The dinner was decidedly subdued as everyone felt the emptiness in the house now that Reggie was no longer. After dinner, the rest of the Williams sisters arrived for a spontaneous wake. Everyone was solicitous of Alisha who was clearly distraught over the death of her son, her only child. Still, Alisha was able to be sociable enough to express her gratitude for the sisterly support and she even acknowledged that their love for her would allow her to cope better.

Noting how brave Alisha was in her grief made Natasha ashamed of herself. In public Alisha was obviously handling her loss appropriately which no doubt allowed her to be able to carry on. Never had the cliché "life goes on" been more applicable and Natasha realized her hysterical behavior to the loss of Reggie was not doing anyone any good, least of herself. That night, Natasha advised Vera that she would still be going to school and would resume her life.