It's useless to fight ...

Cyndi's mind was lost to the pleasure and lust flowing through her body once more. She could not fight the sense of reason that should have told her to put an end to this. Rather, Cyndi melted under her daughter's ministrations and allowed Megan to pull her from the tub, her middle finger still hooked within her heated core. With their lips locked together, Megan stepped backwards, pulling Cyndi with her, out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Their bodies, dripping with water, moved along the carpeted floor, until the two tumbled upon the mattress. They rolled to the middle of the bed, where Megan landed on top, crushing her mother into the mattress, the comforter, absorbing the water from their bodies.

Cyndi knew she should protest! She should have cried out for Megan to stop. But when Megan broke the kiss and moved down lapping up the droplets of water until she reached a turgid nipple, suckling like a newborn baby, Cyndi's cries were encouraging moans of pleasure. She was unable to fight against the strength of Megan's much younger body, nor did she really want to fight. So Cyndi relented, her hand cradling Megan's head, feeding her more of the breast she was hungrily engulfing. Megan tended to the other breast with skillful hands, kneading and mauling the supple flesh, fingers pinching, pulling and twisting the trapped teat with practiced ease. The other hand was pressed tightly to her mother's sex, two long slender fingers easily sliding in and out of the slick wetness, her palm pressed firmly against the swollen clit. Gently grinding the heel of her hand in circular motions, Megan was slowly bringing Cyndi to a gentle boil.

There was no turning back for Cyndi. She had sealed her contract with the devil long ago, her soul gone from her body, replaced with the lust of a wild animal. Cyndi, however, was the captured prey of her own daughter. Megan's manipulation of her body was impossible to ignore. Cyndi availed herself to Megan's advances, succumbing and submitting to the experienced lover. She parted her legs and pressed her heels into the soft mattress, allowing Megan's fingers to delve deeper into the flowing cavern. Cyndi arched her back, offering Megan more of her breasts to feast upon. Closing her eyes, Cyndi allowed Megan to lead her to the black void. It didn't take long before Cyndi was squirming with delight, as Megan found the sensitive spot deep within, while grinding the heel of her palm against her swollen clit. Cyndi gasped suddenly, and then let out a mighty cry of release as the orgasm wash through her. Her body trembled and rippled, yet Megan denied her mother any respite, continuing the attack of a voracious hunter.

Megan kept the tight grip on her mother, not only on her breast, but also the grip between her legs. The copious fluids covering her hand made it difficult, but Megan was determined to not let her prey slip away. With catlike precision, she slid down Cyndi's body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her breastbone and navel, hovering just above the target of her desire. With practiced ease, Megan hoisted Cyndi's legs over each of her shoulders, rolling her hips upwards, offering her splayed sex as an open dish. Before it even registered to Cyndi, Megan's mouth was planted over the flowered petals,

Megan feasted on her mother's sex, driving her tongue deep within, drawing out the sweet nectar flowing freely. Megan would only stop to lash her tongue across Cyndi's swollen clit, which produced unending tremors, followed by increased torrents of fluid, for Megan to return to. Megan was playing her mother like a well tuned instrument, bringing the musical cries to a crescendo, unrelenting in her attack and domination over her. Cyndi was so lost in rapture that she had no energy to fight Megan's ministrations. So it was with simplistic ease that Megan slipped a finger into the tiny opening below her chin, delving into Cyndi's ass without any resistance. The copious fluids spilling from Cyndi, that Megan didn't capture, lubricated the long manicured finger, already buried to the hilt. It wasn't until Megan was able to insert her third finger, that any resistance was noticed. Megan could feel the muscles clamping down on her fingers as she slid them in and out, twisting them in a circular motion, stretching the puckered ring open wide. Cyndi's cries had changed an octave or two, her moans becoming more guttural. Megan reciprocated by clamping down on Cyndi's clit, drawing it between her teeth, trapping it so that she could whip her devilish tongue repeatedly over the sensitive bud. Cyndi thrashed wildly, but to no avail, trapped beneath her daughter's body, **** to endure the sweet ****. Megan's right hand reached up and grabbed hold of Cyndi's left breast, roughly squeezing, mauling, and kneading the orb of flesh as her left hand continued drilling her ass. It was only when Megan slipped her thumb into Cyndi's sopping cunt and began rubbing it against the fingers in her ass, with only the thin membrane separating them, that Cyndi screamed an earth shattering release.

Megan pulled her face away at the very last second, leaving her left hand buried in the treasure caverns, working their magic. Megan was rewarded with the sight of her mother's legs flopping down onto the mattress only a split second before her hips bolted upwards, jerking uncontrollably, followed by an arcing stream of clear fluid spitting out from Cyndi, landing on the mattress between her legs. Cyndi ejaculated at least five more streams before collapsing into the soaked comforter, totally spent and exhausted.

Megan eyed the sweat glistening body of her mother as it heaved and labored to replenish itself with air and energy. She yearned to cuddle close to her, as two lovers would normally do, but the sudden pangs of worry washed over her, unsure how her mother would react when she came to her senses. She had taken advantage of her, to fill her own lustful desires. She knew it was wrong, it was taboo, but it was something that had been buried for way too long. Megan had always had a hidden fascination with her mother, her perfume filling her nostrils whenever her mother comforted her, placing her head upon her pillowy bosom. It was during those times that all Megan could really think about, was how sweet it would be to suckle on those breasts. So it was no surprise, that when Megan went to college, she had experimented and perfected her talents with her roommates, as well as others. Megan was not a lesbian, however. She certainly enjoyed the feel of a real cock smashing her pussy, and the searing heat of hot lava filling her insides; but there was something special, serene, and sensual about sharing with another female. When her mother had given the opportunity on a silver platter, Megan couldn't resist, but to gorge herself of the offering.

The room was quite silent for a long while, and Megan was worried her mother would drift to sleep, her questions unanswered. But then Cyndi turned her head towards Megan, the glaze of orgasm and relief evident in her eyes, a small smile formed on her lips. In a barely audible whisper, Cyndi exhaled, “I'm gonna get you back in spades next time, but right now I can't move.” Cyndi flopped her arms outstretched and looked at Megan invitingly. The flood of tears ensued and Megan's eyes were running like a faucet, relieved that this incident wasn't going to leave a scarring memory, but rather the beginning of a new chapter. When Cyndi saw Megan crying, she waved her fingers, drawing Megan close. Megan dropped her head to her mother's face and kissed her tenderly. Cyndi was, as she said, too exhausted to return the affection, but she cradled her daughter's head to her chest, laying it upon her pillowy bosom, and idly ran her fingers through her hair.

Sleep enveloped the two rather quickly, Cyndi's heart softly beating a steady rhythm in Megan's ear. It was Cyndi who was first to rise, the realization that the body could not thrive on sex alone, overtaking her. She tried to extricate herself from beneath Megan, without waking her, but as soon as Cyndi shifted free, Megan woke. With a bit of sing-song in her voice, Cyndi told Megan that something to eat was probably a good idea. She hoped she didn't sound too motherly, given that their relationship had moved to something well-beyond that. Without any more thought to the matter, Cyndi reached into the closet and retrieved a terry-cloth knee-length robe, and a silk, short kimono. Holding both out, she asked Megan, which she preferred. Megan chose the kimono. Cyndi chuckled inwardly, knowing full well, which Megan would choose. She tossed the silk garment in Megan's direction and turned to head out the door, pulling the robe on as she strode on by. “Meet me in the kitchen when you're ready.”

By the time Megan gathered up enough energy, and made it downstairs, Cyndi had placed two salads, sandwiches, and coffee upon the dining bar. Cyndi smiled and silently motioned for Megan to take a seat on one of the bar stools across the way. The two devoured their meals with little spoken between the two. However, as they sat back and sipped on the coffee, it was Cyndi's turn to grill Megan on her sexual exploits in college, since it appeared she got quite an education! The two women joked, laughed, and had an enjoyable time together, for which both were quite grateful. It felt as if the two were sorority sisters, not mother and daughter. All the tension between the two was gone, yet neither one broached the subject of what lay in store for them in the future. It was as if both wanted to discuss it, but were afraid of what the other would say. Megan merely relied on her mother's promise to get even, as hope that this was not a one-time serendipitous adventure. As Cyndi rose from her side of the dining bar, she grabbed the plates and cups and put them into the sink to wash them. At that very moment, the front doorbell rang it's familiar set of chimes. Megan jumped to her feet, announcing she would get it, and disappearing before Cyndi could warn her about her attire!

Cyndi returned to the chore, rinsing the plates and silverware, placing them on the drying rack. She only briefly wondered who was at the door, for there was no sound of Megan returning. As she was rinsing the last cup and wiping down the counter, she heard Megan call out in a somewhat strained, throaty voice, “Umm? … Mom? … Could you please come here?”