Passionately

My mother's tongue is in my mouth. Lois stared wide-eyed as the organ pushed deeper inside, tasting her, exploring her mouth. Their lips were locked together, a warm wet seal that tasted of the salty cocktails from the bar. She's kissing me. This is...this is...

The reporter's heart thumped in her chest. Old emotions, old memories rushed through her. Lingering kisses as her mother tucked her in at night. Catching a glimpse of her mother undressing for the shower. Finding her underwear in the hamper, all of her little hairs in it, smelling so much of her...

...this is awesome.

Lois sank into the kiss, letting her tongue tangle with her mother's, hands roaming over the older woman's body. Her first crush, in her arms at last...a chance she had long thought lost. Ella Lane responded to her daughter's enthusiasm, grabbing the young woman's wrists and guiding Lois' hands to her breast...the breasts that Lois had suckled from as a baby. The reporter shuddered at the forbidden thrill as she squeezed and groped, catching the hard nipples between her fingers.

Ella's knee ground lightly into her daughter's crotch, and Lois broke the kiss in a sudden moan as it pressed against her clit...and the older woman took the opportunity to slide her tongue down out of her daughter's mouth, along her neck, her collarbone.

The reporter panted, laying back, as the old woman's hands pulled at her clothes, that hot mouth working its way down the reporter's thin body...stopping to suck on her left nipple, to run her tongue underneath the small tit, all while pulling at her pants.

As Lois lifted her ass to help her mother slide the waistband over her hips, she found the courage to speak:

"Mom...I want...to do something for you too." She flushed, almost unbelieving that she had spoken those words out loud. It was like a wet dream come to life.

Ella stood up to pull the tight pants off of Lois' legs...and Lois sat there, legs and crotch bare, as the older woman began to disrobe herself.

It was a mother's body, with all the scars of childbirth—the heavy veins in the slightly saggy breasts with their dark, prominent nipples; the little pooch above the stomach, with the pale scar where Lois' sister had been cut out of her; the broad hips and soft loosening of flesh here and there...and the pale grey fringe of pubic hair above the muff, not quite hiding the puffy vulva with its dark, protruding lips...her mother's pussy.

Lois imagined it was what she might look like someday, if she had two children.

"Yes, my dear..." Ella licked her lips, voice a hoarse whisper as she sauntered forward with a roll of her hips; thin, pale hands reaching out for her. "I want that too."