To say that my mother is beautiful is to make the understatement of all time. She is incredibly gorgeous and with an intellect that far outstrips most ordinary people, including me. She, like everyone, makes mistakes, however. She made one when she was fourteen years old and I was the result. She is also a very driven person. While raising me virtually alone, my father was evidently averse to accepting responsibility for anything, she finished school and went on to get a college degree. She works as a tax attorney. Because of our closeness in age we are most times more like sisters than mother and daughter.
Ever since becoming sexually aware, I have had a definite preference for women as partners. I have had men, no intelligent person makes an uninformed choice after all, but I find women are more caring, more gentle and more attentive. We are much superior as lovers. I was raised in an open and honest atmosphere and taught the value of discreet inquiry as a learning tool. In this way mom, through both more "formal" instruction as well as by example, taught me the art and intricacies of making and being in love.
I'm not sure when I first began to feel a desire for her, but the desire was very real and was growing more intense. Even though I was only fifteen, I knew I needed to make her aware of the depth of my feelings. One night, as we sat watching the humdrum offerings of the television and sipping wine, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and told her I loved her. She smiled that "I know all things" mom smile and said she loved me too. This was not going well.
Setting my wine glass down on the coffee table I sat in her lap facing her with my legs straddling hers. I looked in her eyes and held her gaze. I took her face in my hands and said, "No Kate, I mean I love you". I thought using her name would lessen the impact of having her daughter come on to her in such a way. Then I kissed her lips; not with open mouth, just caressing her lips with my own. She took my face in her hands and moved me back gently saying "Stop Steph. We mustn't do this". Not "you" or "I" but "we" mustn't. In my youthful exuberance I took this as a positive sign. For one, she wasn't scolding or chastising me. Also, she was including us both in the act.
I took her hands in mine and kissed them over and over. "Kate, I love you very much. I know you love me too. Is it wrong for us to demonstrate our love for each other in the same way other people do?" I opened her hands and placed them on my breasts. "Do you not find me a desirable woman?" Again attempting to depersonalize a bit. "Of course I find you desirable honey. Very much so. You are a beautiful young woman. But, we shouldn't be doing this." She folded her arms across her breasts and looked away.
I needed to be more assertive. I started unbuttoning the front of my blouse. Not making a big show, just slowly unbuttoning and opening my blouse. I pulled it off and let it fall behind me before she even knew what I was doing. She opened her mouth to speak and I covered it with my own. I kissed her as intently as I could without being slutty.
I can't be feeling this. Is this stirring in my belly and heart being caused by my own daughter? Her tongue is so soft and inviting. Her kiss is gentle but insistent, and I am feeling a desire building in me. Is my tongue moving against hers of its own will? No! I cannot let this happen!
I feel her hands on my shoulders pushing me back. Her hands are resisting but her eyes belie her motions. "Kate, tell me you love me. Please!" My eyes pleading with hers "Please?" Her hands slip down the sides of my arms and she almost whispers, "I do love you. I love you more than you will ever know." My hands unfasten my bra and I shrug it off. I move her hands to cup my breasts. She catches her breath at the touch. I lift her eyes to mine and my lips to hers.
The simplicity of the love she feels is overwhelming. Her passion is amazing. I never knew how strongly she felt. This is so wrong! But the feelings are so right. So positive. Our mouths play, our tongues search and explore. Am I really enjoying this?! My hands at her breasts? So soft. Nipples so erect at my touch. Her hair falling in my face as she kisses me. No. As we kiss each other. I am giving in to her and the desire I find she has lighted within me.
Her hands move around me and across my back. I feel them slip under me and lift me closer to her. A soft moan escapes me as she pulls me closer. Her breathing quickens and deepens. I feel my daring to open up to her may reach a positive end.
Suddenly she pushes me away and stands up off the couch nearly dumping me on the floor. "Stop this now! We cannot do this. It is wrong! I am your mother and this is wrong! Now she was scolding me for sure. I just sat bare breasted on the sofa crying my eyes out. Not cause she was yelling at me or because I had been caught doing wrong. But because I might have lost her forever. "I'm sorry Kate. I am so sorry." Tears streamed down my face as I tried to look up to hers. I felt, rather than saw, her sit on the sofa next to me.
"Sweetie I am sorry too. I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you. It's just that we shouldn't be doing this sort of thing."
"But, I have always thought of you as an older sister rather than a mom. You are my closest and best friend. I share everything with you. The guys. The Girls!" At that we both half laughed and half cried. She had nursed me through many heartaches. I took her hand, "I love you so much. You are such a beautiful woman. I have seen other women please you and all I want is to please you too. I know I can and that I can do better because I love you more than they ever could."
My desire was once again burning. I took her hand and softly kissed her palm. My tongue tracing soft lines. I felt her hand softly caress the back of my neck. "You realize this will forever change our relationship", she whispered.
"Yes", I whispered in return. "It will be better, stronger, more filled with love than ever before".
I unzipped and let my skirt drop to the floor never taking my eyes from hers. She slowly, and with an eroticism I had only dreamed of, removed her clothes. We came together in a kiss that has lasted, and will last, through eternity.
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