Come Clean ...

Cyndi remained frozen in spot at the doorway for several minutes after the cab had already departed. Her brain was still spinning wildly, never have imagining in her wildest fantasies, any of the recent events would even be remotely possible. Now, here she was standing, not only have experienced one of her most intensely fulfilling sexual fantasies, but also having blurred family values and social taboos. It was easy to say she was 'caught up in the moment,' but in retrospect, the impact of what occurred would have more far reaching effects than she had ever thought of. There was a lot of explaining that needed to be done, and it all started with Megan.

Gathering courage and allowing her sanity take over her reasoning, Cyndi moved away from the door with a purpose. Standing over Megan, Cyndi stared at her still comatose form, curled in the same position she had been left in. Cyndi knew what needed to be done, and left Megan lie a little longer. She meandered up the steps and into the master bathroom, where she went directly to the tub and started filling it with steaming hot water. Cyndi added her favorite bath oils to the water and swirled her hand in the hot liquid. Steam was quickly filling the room and fogging the mirrors. Cyndi grabbed a spare silk kimono hanging on a nearby rack, turned off the water and headed back downstairs.

Megan was now stirring somewhat, idly moaning as she stretched her limbs. Cyndi bent over her daughter, placing the short robe over her form, silently announcing her presence. Megan met her mother's eyes and allowed her to slip the robe over her arms, opting to roll over and remain on the floor a bit longer. Megan closed her eyes again, worrying Cyndi about her daughter's thoughts. Cyndi placed a nervous hand on Megan's shoulder and then moved it to her cheek, pulling away a few strands of hair from covering her face. “There's a nice hot bath drawn for you upstairs.”

Megan moaned appreciatively at her mother's words, and found the strength to gather her strength and manage to her feet. Leaning on her mother for support, Megan accepted her help in maneuvering up the steps and into the bathroom. The warmth and steam quickly assaulted the two as they walked in, enveloped by the warm blanket of moist air.

Megan eased herself into the hot water, slowly sinking in up to her neck. She sighed contentedly as she closed her eyes and sat back.

Cyndi watched silently as her daughter slipped into the tub. She admired her daughter's overall beauty, a fleeting jolt of warmth filling her insides as she took in Megan's nakedness once more. Guilt and shame washed through her mind again. “Just relax. I'll be just outside if you need anything.” Cyndi turned to leave, knowing it was best to talk to Megan, only when she was ready to talk. She had her hand on the knob of the door, when she heard Megan's dreary voice crack through the thick air.

“Mom! Don't go! Stay here with me. Please?”

Cyndi froze! There was no stopping the emotions at this point and the faucet of tears was flowing freely. Cyndi was sobbing as she turned to face Megan. As hard as she tried, she could not stop the tears of guilt and shame from spilling forth. “I'm so sorry Megan,” she sobbed between breaths. “I should've … I couldn't … I didn't mean ...” Cyndi couldn't bring herself to finish her sentences, her mind was spinning so wildly that she couldn't find the right words that she wanted to say. Words like 'slut', 'whore', 'fuck', scrambled with 'infidelity', 'marriage', 'morals' and 'judgment.' Cyndi fell to her knees at the side of the tub, leaning on it for the only support she felt she had at that moment.

It wasn't until Megan's hands rose out of the water to cup her mother's face, that Cyndi drew in a gasp of air, silencing her babbling. Megan's gentle touch held Cyndi's cheeks, her thumbs brushing away the trails of tears. Cyndi's eyes, still blurry and bloodshot, focused on soft and caring eyes looking back at her. “Mom,” she whispered softly, “it's okay.” There was something in the way she said those simple words that Cyndi felt a sense of relief. It was as if one door had closed, shutting off the tears, and another door had opened, revealing a faint light on the horizon.

Cyndi had this overriding guilt that the need to divulge everything to her daughter was necessary. Cyndi wanted to explain everything so that her daughter wouldn't think anything less of her than she already did at this point. “Megan! It wasn't supposed to be like this! This was all an accident ...”

Megan put a halt to the explanation, pressing her index finger to Cyndi's lips, “Sssshhhh!” Cyndi blinked several times, not sure what her daughter was doing. She wanted to spill the beans, and yet Megan didn't seem interested one bit.

“Mom! First off, I'm fine! You know I'm not a virgin, so what happened downstairs, I was just as much a part of! If I recall, it was I who started things off this morning! Yes! It was new, different and ...” Megan paused to find the right word, “... intense.!” Megan drew in a deep breath, causing her breasts to rise momentarily above the water before sinking back down. A wry, faint smile crept across her lips as she recalled the tryst. “You don't need to worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. A little sore, but fine! This bath is a wonderful treat.”

Cyndi was still determined to rid herself of the guilt she felt. Her daughter's well-being was at least confirmed, but the need to seek absolution for her sins was paramount at this moment. “But Megan, ...” Cyndi's protest was cut short again.

Megan's hand moved to her mom's hand and gripped it tightly. “Mom! It's okay!” Megan's eyes bore into her mother's and Cyndi knew not to object any further. “It looks like you need this bath as much as I do.” Megan pulled her mother towards the tub, and with her free hand, slipped the terry robe Cyndi was wearing off the one shoulder halfway down the arm, leaving it teetering just over her naked breast. Megan quickly moved her hand to the sash and pulled a free end, undoing the slip knot, causing the robe to fall open and expose the hidden breast and her mother's naked mound. “This tub's big enough for three, so I think the two of us will fit just fine. Get in here with me!” Megan continued pulling Cyndi towards the tub as she scooted forward, making room for Cyndi to slip in behind her. Megan felt a little apprehension and resistance to her tugging. “Besides, I need someone to scrub my back!”

Cyndi realized that Megan was not going to accept any refusal to her invitation and that it would be a futile effort to even try. Megan was right in assuming that her mother needed the hot soothing bath just as much, if not more. It had been such a whirlwind of events, that Cyndi needed a few moments of soothing relaxation to gather herself together. 'Maybe Megan's right,' Cyndi conceded, the notion of joining her in the tub seeming a very natural thing to do. Megan's insistent tugging and now that she was naked in front of her daughter again, Cyndi relented. “All right … all right … just let me shuck this robe!” Megan let go of her wrist and Cyndi hurriedly disrobed and climbed into the garden tub, easing herself behind Megan. Just like Megan, Cyndi let out an appreciative sigh as the oiled waters enveloped her, placing her legs aside Megan's.

As soon as Cyndi had settled in, Megan leaned back, Cyndi's breasts squashed between their bodies. Megan dropped her head back on Cyndi's shoulder and closed her eyes once more. “Ahhh! Much better.” The soft lilt to Megan's voice eased all of Cyndi's worries, memories of the two of them lying in bed together years ago filled Cyndi's mind. Cyndi recalled how after Megan's baths, she would climb into bed with her mother and lie just as she was now, with Cyndi brushing her hair until she'd fall asleep. It only seemed natural for Cyndi to reach for Megan's hair, first pulling it from her face, then running her wet fingers through the lengths, slowly clearing the tangled mess. The fact they were both naked now was somehow lost in the relaxng moment.

No words were spoken, both ladies simply enjoying the nearness and comfort of each other. How long they were there like that, neither was certain. It was as if a tighter bond was forming between them, each one drawing emotionally nearer the other. It was something Cyndi had missed when Megan went off to college. The empty nest syndrome had taken it's effect with both children gone, but now that Megan was back, Cyndi felt as if life was somehow normal again. It wasn't until Megan sat up that the solitude was broken, announcing that the water was getting a little cold. Rather than end the bathing session, Megan simply turned on the faucet and added more hot water to the mix, bringing it back to a suitable temperature. “Much better,” she proclaimed rather triumphantly. She then grabbed a nearby washcloth, dipped it in the water and reaching back over her shoulder towards Cyndi, asked, “Can you was my back now?”

Cyndi gladly took the cloth, dipped it in the water again and raised it to Megan's shoulders, beginning there, before working her way down. It was then that Megan broached the subject that Cyndi knew deep down had to be discussed. “So Mom?” Megan's voice was rather punctuated, but definitely non-judgmental. “Without getting all gushy, tell me more about what went on.”

Cyndi drew in a deep breath, quite thankful for the quiet time, the warm waters, the soothing oils, and the comfort of her daughter. If it wasn't for all that, she was sure she'd be a babbling, sobbing, fool all over again. Megan had requested that she not get all emotional, so Cyndi did her best to remain as emotionally detached as possible. “Oh, where do I begin,” Cyndi pondered? “It'll only make sense if I start from the very beginning.”

Now idly and absentmindedly rubbing the wet cloth over Megan's back and shoulders, Cyndi related how she had been partying with her girlfriends, celebrating the victory, and how she had gotten quite drunk. She retold the episode of getting pulled over by the ruggedly handsome police officer, and how in her **** state, found him rather sexually attractive. Cyndi recalled how he let her go with a warning, and how she made it safely to the rest stop. Cyndi then explained to Megan the vivid dream she had, while trying to sleep off the buzz. She told of how she hurriedly left to get back home, and how she had missed the exit and entered into the wrong part of town. Cyndi told Megan that she had run out of gas and was suddenly surrounded by 10 young men and how they helped her to the gas station. She apologized to Megan for being so wanton at that time, and offering herself up for blowjobs and a circle jerk! She told of how impressed she was with Sparxx's and Simmons' cock. Megan scolded her mom, reminding her there were no apologies. Cyndi halfheartedly giggled and continued, stating how she feared that the ten would want more than what she had just offered. Seeing no other option and still horny, Cyndi told how she came to the decision to enlist the two men for help. “And that's how we ended up here.” Cyndi felt as if a ton of bricks had been lifted off her chest, simply explaining the details as if it were all out of her control. It helped to retell the story as a third person, making the sleezy woman out to be someone other than her respectable self.

While Cyndi had been telling the story, Megan could feel her excitement level increasing, the painted pictures her mother provided, giving her imagination more than enough to play with. What Cyndi hadn't noticed, while she was recalling the events, was that Megan's hands began toying with her nipples before dipping beneath the water to stroke at her excited core. When Cyndi had finished, Megan collapsed back into her mother's chest, her head flopping back onto a shoulder again, with her eyes closed. “That is sooo HOT,” she hoarsely whispered. Grabbing her mother's hands, she brought them around her torso and placed them over her breasts, pinning them in place with her hands atop them. “I can almost imagine what it was like. I almost wish I was there with you,” her voice trailed off as she began pawing and mauling her own breasts, forcing her mother's fingers to aid in the process, a sheepish moan easily escaping her lips.

Cyndi was speechless, the seemingly simple little task of washing her daughter's back had transformed into what was now massaging her daughter's breasts. 'God! They feel so soft and supple, yet firm.' Cyndi thought to herself. 'This is so wrong,' Cyndi's brain tried to reason. But the devilish imp on her other shoulder whispered in her ear, 'But you can feel her excited nipples pressing into your palms.' Even if she had tried to stop, Megan wouldn't have let her, her stronger hands, controlling her mother's.

“Mmmm, that feels so nice,” Megan cooed, “please don't stop.” Her body melted into her mother, feeling as if she were becoming one with her.

Cyndi's rattled brain wasn't sure she could stop. Everything that was happening just felt so right and so natural. The notion that this was all taboo was fading as quickly as the steam in the room had been. The heat, however, hadn't dissipated one bit. If anything, Cyndi felt as if it were getting hotter. Her own body seemingly coming back to life as she shared in Megan's arousal. Cyndi quietly continued as she was directed by Megan's hands, slowly losing herself in the blissful peace. Every ripple of Megan's body could be felt by Cyndi as Megan's nipples continued to grow longer and harder, the sharp diamonds, cutting into her palm. Each tiny shudder seemed magnified as it reverberated through Cyndi's body.

“Don't stop there Mom,” Megan's words slipped delicately out of her mouth. “Tell me more,” she commanded, the lust slowly consuming her own body as the visions in her mind mingled with the caresses of her skin and the thrumming of her body.

Cyndi got a quizzical look on her face. “What's more to tell? I think you can figure out the rest.” Cyndi wasn't sure what her daughter expected her to reveal.

Megan arched her back, pressing her luscious tits harder into her mother's hands, breathing in a lung filled with air, causing her chest to swell even further. “Tell me the details of last night! Tell me what it was like, alone with those two studs. I need ...” Megan's voice trailed off as she settled back in to her mother's arms, the relief of a mini-orgasm rippling through her.

Cyndi continued idly toying with Megan's tits, her fingers now tracing circles around the elongated nipples, occasionally stopping to pinch them, tug them or twist them before returning to groping the melons. She closed her own eyes and drifted back to the previous evening, her mind filling with the picture of what the scene must've looked like, combined with her own visions. “As soon as we made it inside, those two were on me like bees to honey, attacking my tits like there was no tomorrow.” Cyndi was losing herself in reliving the episode from last night that she totally forgot who she was talking to, or what she was doing. She had absolutely no concern for her language, nor the slutty actions she was portraying. It was still so vivid in her mind, and Cyndi relished in the same euphoria she was feeling the night before. “Their mouths were so hot on my flesh, their tongues lashing, and their teeth raking over my nipples. At the same time, their hands and fingers were working their way inside me. God I was so wet, they had me cumming in no time.” Cyndi was so engrossed in her storytelling that she hadn't even realized that Megan's hands were no longer on top of hers, which were now pawing more determinedly on Megan's voluptuous assets. Cyndi was treating her daughter's breasts in much the same manner as the two men had treated Cyndi the night before. “I couldn't help myself,” Cyndi continued. “I just had to have my hands around those great cocks once again. They were so hard … and so big … just waiting to explode.” It was Cyndi who was now sighing contentedly an ever so slight mewl escaping as she kept talking. “I took one in my mouth and started sucking him all over again. It was then that the other one, snuck around and before I knew it his beautiful cock was inside of me! There I was on all fours, a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, and I was milking them both for all I was worth! I had never done anything like that before, but it felt so natural … and good … and right!” Cyndi let out an audible sigh and roughly squeezed the tits she was holding onto. “I had my first orgasm right there on the spot and before I knew it, both of those glorious giants were buried in me. It felt as if their cocks were hitting each other in my chest. I had one all the way down my throat, practically **** me, and the other was banging hard against my cervix. I should've been scared … or in pain … but all I could do was be their toy … And I LOVED it!” Cyndi still wrapped up in her own story, didn't realize that Megan's hands had left hers, traveled down her stomach and into her own pussy, which she was vigorously frigging as her mother continued babbling on. “Somewhere in the midst of one of my many orgasms, the two had switched places. I now had the other cock in my mouth as the other started anew on my used pussy. You know, I never sucked a cock covered with my pussy cum before? Funny thing is, it felt natural … good … and right! So I just continued sucking away as the two continued fucking away. I lost track of how many times I had cum, but all I knew, was that they kept switching positions over and over again, moving me around, fucking me in all kinds of different positions like I was nothing more than a sex-doll for them to play with! As long as I was cumming, I didn't care one bit! The amazing thing is, those two had staying power that I couldn't believe! They played me like a fiddle, neither one wanted to cum, and for that, somewhere in the back of my brain, I was grateful. That meant I could have even more orgasms!” Megan was now idly pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy as Cyndi blindly went on. Megan's thumb was pressing roughly on her distended clit, rubbing it insistently, destined to experience her own orgasm. “I couldn't even tell you who came first. It was a gusher! God I felt like my insides were bloating, I was so full. I was so lost in my own world, that I didn't even realize that they had switched again, and I had that tasty piece of man-flesh in my mouth once again, covered in cum and pussy. I couldn't help myself, it tasted wonderful! I had to have it all! I was thoroughly fucked again while I cleaned that cock. At some point, I guess the other one came and I did the same thing to that cock! I just couldn't get enough!” Cyndi opened her eyes, and the shock and realization of what had been going on had settled in. Her hands were still mauling at the pliable flesh, of her visibly excited daughter. Megan was crashing through her own orgasm, her one hand pumping fingers furiously into her furrowed folds, while her other hand viciously rubbed away at her clit.

“Yesssssss ...” Megan hissed loudly as she achieved the pinnacle of her quest, her rigid body flopping back into her mother and the water again. Tiny waves moved around the tub as the displaced water moved about.

“MEGAN!” Cyndi cried out in despair, her fingers no longer mauling the orbs, ripe with red marks, causing Cyndi shame and concern. Her hands, rather than retreat, softly caressed the flesh, trying to soothe any pain she may have unintentionally inflicted.

Megan managed to quiet her mother instantly once again, turning her head so that her lips could caress her mother's neck. A not-so-subtle kiss was placed right below the ear, instantly bringing visible bumps to Cyndi's flesh. Cyndi's head was still spinning form the narrative she had provided, now only compounded with her daughter's actions. Before Cyndi could utter a sound, Megan had flipped over in the tub, their breasts now mashed against each other. “You are sooo HOT!” the whispered words wafted through the air, the hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on her neck. Cyndi shuddered uncontrollably. Pressing a hand between their bodies, Megan quickly inserted a long finger into her mother's sex and sunk it in deeply. As Cyndi opened her mouth to protest, Megan quieted her by sealing their lips together and thrusting her tongue into the void. Megan wriggled her invading digit until Cyndi gave up any pretense of a fight. Finally breaking the kiss, Megan stared into her mother's eyes with lust and determination. “And, you are so fucking wet!” Megan wriggled her finger again, to make her point.