Let Me Undress You

Trembling, Lois obeyed and laid down on the bed. The reporter had already shrugged out of her shirt and jacket, so she knew what her mother really wanted was to get into her pants. It was odd how naked she suddenly felt, breasts bare in front of her mother, lying limp on the bed.

The older woman smiled at her, the same smile that Lois remembered as a girl...but then Ella Lane ran her fingers over Lois' waist-line, just above the pants, cold fingertips running over the soft skin before moving south. Lois licked her lips as her mother began to slowly peel off the reporter's pants.

She tried to **** herself to relax. Normally, she wasn't a passive actor in bed—if anything, she liked to be the one to take charge of the situation—but it was hard for her to think of putting the moves on her mother. So she tried to calm her breathing and didn't fight, only lifting her hips and ass so that the older woman could pull the pants down to her thighs...

Lois swallowed as her panties came into view, the black lace damp with her juices. They were the reporter's "fuck me" panties, the ones she wore on nights when she knew she was going to get laid—or, like tonight, needed to go undercover to pretend like she was.

Some pretense, the reporter told herself, as Ella Lane pulled her daughter's pants off of her feet, folding them neatly and laying them aside in a gesture that Lois remembered a thousand times from her childhood—one of those automatic gestures that mothers go through.

Except in childhood, Lois' mother had never gently scraped her fingers down her daughter's thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh, gently massaging her way up toward the reporter's crotch.

"Hmmm," Ella mumbled, as she lowered her face into Lois' crotch, mouth and nose nuzzling against the thin material covering her daughter's pussy, breathing deeply of the reporter's musk. "You smell so good...I wonder how you taste..."

Lois' mother moved her head to the reporter's left hip, grabbing the panties' side-string in her teeth. The reporter felt her heart beat harder as the string was slowly pulled taut, the simple knot unraveling. She could feel her body tense as the knot gave way, and Ella made her way over to the other side by laying a line of soft kisses on Lois' belly...

Why am I getting so excited? Lois asked herself, as Ella repeated her performance on her daughter's right hip. Am I really that turned on at the idea of having sex with my mother?