Chapter 14
They sat with their backs against the headboard, and Nana felt almost breathless. Her mother's firm breasts and taut pelvis seemed to leer at her as if challenging her to keep her shape when she reached her mother's age. She gasped when she felt Sarita's hands touch her, caressing the globes of her breasts and the roundnesses of her buttocks.
"Just relax and lean against me," Sarita whispered to her daughter. "If you want to learn, watch what I'm doing." Her fingers tickled the daughter.
Nana lifted her rear a little, letting her mother's hands slide beneath for a moment, after which the older woman edged toward her offspring's pussy.
"Yes, yes, very good," Sarita said to her daughter. "Keep that ass nice and high and let me play with it and your vagina, as well."
"Okay," Nana breathlessly replied.
"Here we go, honey, just let me get past those lovely hairs that surround your pussy and you'll find I'll be doing you a lot of good. By the way, are you a virgin?"
"No," Nana admitted. "But don't ask me who."
"I won't," her mother nodded, already curious, since knowing her daughter as she did, she was certain Nana wasn't the kind to simply put out for just any male. She had to love the man, first. Who?
Nana shuddered at her mother's delicate fingering. She felt the older woman's hand rub against the ebony forest of her pubic hairs and then glide along the freshly scented, naked lips of her pink vagina.
"Oh, wow!" Nana gasped. "I'm getting really wet down there. You really know how to work on a girl, don't you."
"I guess I haven't forgotten," Sarita admitted.
"You're really getting me worked up."
"Good," her mother nodded, "just remember, if you feel the need for sex, and there's no male present, you'll always be able to come home to mother. Now relax and enjoy everything. Let your senses take over and feel everything that happens."
Nana gasped as her mother began taunting her all the more, the middle finger of one hand stroking the increasingly damp surfaces of her outer labia while the other hand began playing with the taut nipples on her breasts. She shifted and moved a little closer to her mother to make things easier.
As the older woman manipulated her daughter's most sensitive flesh, Nana looked at her mother's baby-like tan skin and felt hidden urges come to the fore in her; urges to touch. She might have been kept ignorant up to now, but due to her own initiative, she was really learning fast.
With her father she had done all the work, first sucking his cock, then riding his cock and taking her own virginity with it. Here, her mother was doing everything, and she wasn't used to taking a passive role. She wanted to do as well as be done to. The older woman's fingers were making her feel wonderful, and she knew they were bound to wind up lying flat on the bed, grinding their pelvises into one another. That was one of the scenes she had witnessed in the movie. How would it feel to touch her mother's vagina? Imagine feeling that satin pink hole from which she had emerged into the world some fifteen years earlier. Gee! Her mother liked fingering her. She ought to do it back. But this time she was a little shy about performing, because what she had done with a penis had seemed the natural thing to do, while what she was doing with her mother took learning.
"Mother . ... " she whispered softly. "Tell me, are you feeling all wet and soggy where I feel that way?"
"That, my love," her mother taunted, smiling because she knew her daughter was a bit frightened, "is something you're going to have to find out for yourself."
"Well, gee, all I did was ask if you're wet down there."
That was when Sarita, already overwhelmed with desires she had long ago buried inside her, felt the urges take complete control of her. Yes, this was her daughter, but then, she had been fucked twice by her own son. Was it any more wrong to make love to her daughter than it was to make love to her son? As far as she was concerned, in for a penny, in for a dollar. If she was eventually going to be "hanged," it might as well be for a whole flock of "sheep" instead of one "Lamb." She leaned over and kissed the lovely girl full on the mouth, as she had kissed her son and her husband, and felt no less titillated by her daughter's gentle lips. .
"Come on, darling," she urged. "You started this, now you might as well go all the way. Go on down and find out."
When she saw her daughter hesitate, she reached out, took hold of the younger girl's wrist, and placed her palm against her own vagina. Nana gasped at the touch.
"You're so hot, so wet down there," Nana finally said. "You're also so tight. I'll never be able to work my finger inside."
"Don't talk foolishly," her mother chastised. "If I was able to stretch wide enough to let you out, a whole baby, I can certainly stretch wide enough to take one little finger."
Nana had to admit the logic. She found that she had indeed started this, and it would be up to her to finish it. So she gingerly began stroking the lips of her mother's taut cunt. The flesh beneath her fingers was soft and delicate, and it gave way wherever she pressed. There was a spongy resilience that seemed to be begging for even more attention. She was also aware of the springiness of the surrounding curly hairs. As she traced her fingers carefully, wetly up and down the surface of the outer labia, she felt her mother's fingers becoming bolder with her own body.
"Honey, you're getting as wet as you can get in there, and you know it," her mother told her. "That pretty little pussy of yours is flooded. I guess if you were still a virgin you might not be as wet, but a cunt is like a lion. Once a lion is introduced to meat, it can no longer stay away from it. Once a cunt tastes a cock, it always hungers for more satisfaction."
Sarita's fingers began stroking her daughter's cunt more boldly. Nana, slowly getting over her initial shyness, aware all this was coming about because she had wanted it, became bolder.
"Ummmm!" she said to her mother. "Gee, I can feel myself turning into a real pool inside. You really know how to make me feel terrific, mother. I never got this wet this quickly, before."
Spurred on by her mother's continual loving attentions, the lovely younger girl allowed her fingers to play more daringly against the lips of her mother's vagina. She ran her fingers through the light fluff of curls again and again, then ran her palm against the entire pink slit, sliding from top to bottom, and back again. At the same time she was aware of the older woman exerting a delicate pressure that drove her loins closer against Nana's tantalizing fingers. Now Nana was not only touching the outer labia, but the slick surfaces of the inner lips.
"Oh, gee, you're so smooth, so oily in there," she gasped. "I've touched the little button at the top of my clitoris, but I've never really pushed a finger inside me. Tell me, mother, am I as slick in there as you?"
"Honey, in that respect all women are alike," Sarita replied. "You have a fine growth of hair down there, not too thick, not too light, and that, by itself is arousing. But your outer lips and inner lips are just like mine, and as tantalizing as possible. Now you and I are going to do a little fingering."
With every passing second, Nana felt a little more confident. She pressed her fingers on the wet gloss of her mother's inner lips. The end of her thumb and forefinger separated the fleshy lips even wider, and she probed into the tiny little opening that would lead directly into the center of the older woman.
"Annnnhhhh ... yesssss...." Sarita sighed, pushing her hips forward, realizing she liked her daughter's touch as much as she did the touch of her son and that of her husband. But that was because there was love here as with the two males.
Nana turned a little and put her other hand on her mother's shoulder and let her palm slowly slide down until it covered one of the breasts. Her mother reacted instinctively, pushing her chest forward, enjoying the small hand playing with her mammary. Nana found her mother's fleshy mound firm, and her fingers worked over it, teasing the nipple repeatedly. She kept one hand on her breast and the other within the folds of her vulva.
Sarita responded by doing the same thing. It was as if she were back in the porn shops all over again. In her innocence at the time, she had been led to believe that whatever she did and whatever was done to her was very good, good, good in the so-called moral sense. So she had abandoned herself to everything and as a result had learned to enjoy all kinds of sex to the utmost. Now her daughter was learning the same thing, and it first occurred to the woman that maybe, just maybe her husband was right about these Baptist ministers being full of hot air, at least in public. The local minister had totally reeducated her, teaching her all the fun-things she had learned and enjoyed were wrong. After a while she began to believe that anything enjoyable was automatically bad, and only her husband's constant fucking kept her from turning into some kind of religious deviate.
As her daughter's fingers brushed her clitoris, Sarita realized there was absolutely nothing wrong with what she was doing. If it felt good, and it didn't harm anyone, then it simply wasn't wrong. Not that all religion per se, was a crock. But from now on, Sarita understood the time had come for her to start believing in what she wanted to believe, and not in what others told her was right or wrong. Since she had to be her daughter's teacher, from now on she would teach Nana to believe in herself and do whatever she felt to be right.
"We're getting to the point where we're going to have to do more than just use fingers," Sarita said to Nana, now totally caught up in what she was doing. "Use of the mouth is indicated about now."
"Am I really getting you that aroused?" Nana asked, "Gee, my being so new to this and all, I thought I was really not doing a good job. I do want to do all this right, mother."
"Don't worry," the older woman assured her. "You'll learn to do all this right, and you'll learn to enjoy it. Yes, I'll also help you seduce your father, but as for your brother, I'm afraid you'll have to take him on all by yourself."
"Well, gee, if he sees me with father . ... "
"Yes," Sarita admitted. "He might very well desire you and join in. What's more, after the both of them have fucked you, I'll break it to your father that I want them both to fuck me, as well. Since he'll have used you, there'll be no opportunity for him to object."
"Right now, let's not talk about them," Nana insisted. "Let's just enjoy each other."
"An excellent idea," Sarita nodded. "What's more, we can have lots of fun without the use of a penis, too."
The mother's mouth leaned forward and kissed that of the girl, and the two of them began hugging one another tightly, rolling their bodies against each other. Their breasts pressed firmly, nipple-to-nipple, and it was as if each was trying to beat at the other with her flailing mammaries.
Sarita's mouth began kissing her daughter's full breasts, sucking the left one, then the right one, deep inside. Nana lay back, shuddering, feeling all kinds of wonderful sensation as her mother's tongue worked down toward her navel. From there, she began kissing toward Nana's pubis, and the musky scent had her on fire. Too many years had passed since she had tasted a savory cunt, and what better cunt to taste than that belonging to the one female she loved more than any other-her own daughter.
"Oh, mom . ... "the girl gasped. "I know what you're going to do. But I'm so hot I think I'm going to come before your mouth ever gets down there. Wow! I'm on fire."
She threw her arms around her mother's tanned back and then her hands lifted and her fingers wove themselves through her mother's black hair as the woman lowered her face between the white-fleshed thighs of the younger girl, pushing her nose into the light, fuzzy profusion of black hairs circling the pink foramen. Nana's buttocks were bouncing on the bed in anticipation as she stretched herself out more on the bed, lowering her head.
"Oh, wow! Mother!" she moaned, "I can't let you do this by yourself. You have to let me do the same thing to you."
She was up and reversing herself, the two women now lying side-by-side, head-to-foot. Their thighs spread wide apart, and just before Sarita's face disappeared into the wet center between her daughter's thighs, she gasped, "Yes, Nana, yes! Do it!"
Then both females achieved oral contact to the other's genitals. Tongues leaped out and sank into sodden centers that were steamingly aroused, and each began licking like a cat at a bowl of cream.
Nana carefully applied her lips to her mother's clitoris and began sucking strongly, and her mother's tan legs wrapped themselves strongly around her. Sarita made low moaning sounds and her legs twitched as she felt Nana's tongue go into her center. At the same time, Sarita sucked her daughter's clitoris, and the idea that each was being loved as well as lapped was so overpowering, that both suddenly shrieked in unison, "GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWW MMMMM FFFFF WWWWW AAAAA HHHHH!" They came, spurting juices into one another's faces, and continued licking for ten minutes. After, they dressed, and Nana had to hurry to school. She was late.