Time for bed, and a mistake

Lisa was in a dream-like state as she followed her mother to her bedroom... No, their bedroom. She joined her on the king-size bed that they were now retroactively sharing since she was born and giggled, lying on the sheets. "Will we start slow so I can handle it?"

Her mother crawled over her and whispered "No..." before kissing her passionately. Melinda's hand slid between the younger girl's legs and she started toying with her clitoris while simultaneously sliding two fingers into her vagina. The redhead teenager shrilled and widened her eyes, arching her back. She wasn't expecting her mom to be so dexterous. Before she could react, her mentor's lips were all over the place, on her face, neck, tits and belly, and her fingers were still making her chant.

Then the second hand entered the dance and made her realise she didn't really know her body. The pleasure she was receiving was driving her crazy, and soon her entire world turned into an endless bliss. She couldn't even understand what was happening to her, what her lover was doing, which parts of her body she was using her magical fingers and tongue on.

When Lisa woke up the following day, she felt both exhausted and comfortable. She soon realised she was resting with her head on her mother's chest, their bodies still entangled together. It was warm, soft and cosy.

"Good morning sunshine." her mother whispered, smiling at her.

"Mom! Oh god, I'm so sorry! Last night was so amazing, but I couldn't do anything to pleasure you! Are you mad at me? Are you... frustrated?" the younger girl asked, confused.

"Not at all, sweetie. Nothing could please me more than giving you the time of your life, and I think I did. Nine times, if I count correctly."

The punk girl blushed. Then tears started pouring from her eyes and covered her face. She sat on the bed and took her head in her hands. "Fuck! I'm such an idiot!"

"Is there anything wrong, honey?" Melinda asked, suddenly worried, sitting up to rub her daughter's shoulders.

"Do you..." Lisa hesitated, then tore the ring from her finger. "Are you sure you're okay with this whole situation? You don't see anything wrong? You're satisfied?"

Her mother blinked several times, then hugged her tightly. "Oh, honey! Are you regretting what we did last night? I'm sorry if it was too much for you to handle. Maybe I shouldn't have rushed you like this?"

"No, you don't understand!" Lisa pulled from her embrace and looked into her eyes. Everything was so messed up and from the start there was no chance for their relationship to be entirely sincere and on equal terms. She knew that, she had to turn her mother into an entirely different person to make things work, and now she wanted to know how to make sure this woman trully loved her and was happy with her. But if she started questioning a reality she created herself, her whole sanity would unravel like a ball of wool.

She sighed and put the ring back on. "Mom, once we get out of this room, do you think you will remember anything about our conversation after we woke up?"

"Uh... No... I don't think I will..." she answered hesitantly.

Lisa sighed. She was **** to ask her next question, but she knew there was no other way for her to continue doing this without going crazy or feel guilt. "And do you think I will remember I already used my ring on you?"