Forbidden Fruit Is The Sweetest

This is wrong. Lois told herself, and she knew it was true. Knew it in the way her skin rose in goosebumps as her mother's fingers caressed her neck. The way she shivered guilty staring at Ella Lane's breasts with the dark nipples standing out so starkly against the pale skin. In how her young adult wetdreams were finally coming true.

It had started with trying on her mother's bras, when she wasn't home. Most teenagers started shopping in their mother's closet at some point or other. Seeing how they measured up. It had been worse after Ella Lane had died, and her father hadn't the heart to throw out her things. Lois would spend hours putting on her mother's dresses...her underwear...seeing how she looked in the mirror.

Then she had gone looking for photographs. She had posed in her mother's wedding dress, comparing it to the photo of her parent's big day. Had worn the old thin sundress, without a bra, just like her mother used to do on warm summer days in the polaroids in the family scrapbook. And under her father's bed...there was a shoebox of different photos.

They were black and white. Lois recognized her mother, even in the mask. The first ones were just Ella in her underwear, posing. The later ones in the series had the underwear come off...and the woman, Lois' age in the photo, was doing things to herself. The box never made it back under her father's bed.

Later, in her own bed, rubbing her pussy furiously while wearing her mother's underwear, looking at a photograph of her mother doing the same thing in the same bra, panties, and garters, the young woman had rationalized that these must have been a gift to keep her father company on one of his long deployments overseas...but that didn't stop her from rubbing her clit furiously, imagining what it was like for her mother to do the same.

I still have that box of photos, Lois remembered. Her heart hammered. Here, right before her, was her first and most vivid erotic dream made flesh.

Lois Lane spread her legs, showing her mother her wet pink slit...which her mother hadn't seen since Lois was a young child.

"Mom? Come here," she asked.

Ella smiled, a rosy glow coming to her cheeks. "Of course, dear. What do you want to do?"