In Denial by FreakyTastes
Introduction: *frees up hands so they’re able to type* Hey everybody, hope this story gets a 90% plus, it’s a bit less out there but still pretty fun. Good comments and constructive criticism only, no sex offers, kik names, etc, or I will find you. O.O , In Denial:
My name is Cynthia Parker. I’m 16 years old, and I live pretty comfortably. My mother has an excellent job in a large law firm that nets her six figures a year. Since it’s only her, my older brother, and me, we have a pretty large financial cushion. My mother is smart with her money and doesn’t try to live like some millionaire, so we always live in comfort without overreaching our financial boundaries.
My mom is 39 years old but she looks like she’s 28. She has large D cup breasts compared to my C cups. She always loved to tell me that mine might grow even bigger than hers someday. She has long, straight blonde hair that goes past her shoulders a little bit, and her legs and ass are amazing. I loved watching her ass jiggle and bounce when she walked around the house…
I’m in love with my mother. I can’t remember when it happened, but my mom’s good looks and great personality had me ensnared. Because we’re both women and we’re related, I often get away with a lot of actions that others wouldn’t. But I can feel my desire for her growing more and more recently. It wasn’t enough to occasionally slap her ass or playfully squeeze her lovely breasts. I wanted to fuck her and confess my feelings.
Something like this is insanely taboo though. Not only am I a child pursuing a parent, I’m a daughter pursuing her mother. Lesbian incest… At least my mother is bisexual. And it helps that she hasn’t had a boy or girlfriend for a while. She has to be lonely…
Anyway, I have a plan. I’m going to turn up the heat of my advances and hope that she tries to talk to me about it. When we’re talking, I can confess my feelings to her and see what happens… It’s not perfect, it isn’t even all that good, but I’ve always been good at winging it.
I catch her after work one day. She looks like she’s in pain.
“Mom, are you okay?” I ask in a concerned tone. I sweat a bit as she leans back into a C shape, unaware that her breasts are about to tear the buttons of her suit jacket right off. Even in a suit my mother’s breasts were undeniably huge.
“Yeah, my back just hurts a bit today sweetie. It’s just because my damn tits- er, breasts are too big,” she says as she cups them for emphasis. I feel a familiar tingle in my stomach. And a growing wet patch in my pants.
“Oh come on, your breasts are awesome Mom. Just gotta get some better support. In the meantime, I could give you a back rub if you want,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant about the offer.
She ponders this for a minute and looks at me. I wiggle my fingers and raise my eyebrows comically. She laughs and nods at me. I try not to drool as she strips off her suit jacket and her white button-up shirt, leaving her in a plain white bra. Even the plainness can’t downplay her mammoth tits. They look ready to pop out!
I unconsciously lick my lips as she goes to take off her bra, not thinking anything of it. My fingers twitch hungrily as an image of me ravenously latching onto my mother’s breasts like when I was a baby pops into my head. At the very last second, she lies stomach down on a kitchen bench and the straps fall away from her creamy back… And leave her breasts covered and underneath her.
Damn it.
I shake my head to clear the explicit images from my mind as I crack my fingers one by one. I see my mom shudder in anticipation…
I lightly run my shortish nails down my mom’s back. She shudders and moans quietly. I feel her stiffen under my fingers. I freeze for half a second before I dig my fingers into her back and start massaging her. She instantly loosens up and I relax.
I move up and down her back, making sure I ease every knot I find. Normally I’d play my hands over her ass a bit, but she kept her work skirt on. Instead, I massage her sides a bit and brush my fingers against the sides of her breasts. She wiggles ever so slightly and I back off with an unseen smirk.
I keep it up for about ten more minutes before I back off and let her up. I’m sad when she clutches her bra to her chest as she gets up. Usually she isn’t so guarded… Hmm.
She hooks her bra back on completely and slips into her work shirt again, leaving it unbuttoned.
“Thanks a ton sweetie, my back feels a lot better. Maybe I can just have you rub my back whenever it gets bad?” she says in a question.
“Of course Mom, anytime. After all, I’ve got magic fingers,” I say and wiggle them at her theatrically. This time I really am just being silly, and she laughs even harder this time.
I barely make it upstairs before those magic fingers are working into my pussy. My mind is filled with very explicit and vivid fantasies of sexual activity with my mother, the woman who created me.
My favorite imagined scenario was the one (out of at least thirty different ones all about her) about me confessing my feelings to her and her amazing reaction. In that fantasy, she doesn’t say anything. She just calmly takes her breasts out and beckons me to them. I suck on her big tits until her sweet, creamy milk floods my mouth and makes me cum in my pants. After that it spirals into all sorts of woman-woman intercourse. My mom and I sixty nine, grind our pussies together, and even share a long dildo between the two of us.
I always thought of my mom when I masturbated nowadays. And I masturbated a lot more now. And a lot more intensely. My pussy was usually pretty sore from all the fucking it took from my fingers, my entire hand, and various objects that I crammed into myself. The biggest thing (so far) has been a smallish shampoo bottle that I stuffed myself with when I caught my mom changing clothes after work. I came so hard that my toes curled with that thing.
I moan softly as I dig my fingers further into my pussy. Three of my fingers are sliding in and out quickly while my other hand is playing with my hard, swollen nipples. It isn’t enough though, I can feel a raw, animalistic lust burning in my stomach. I shove my entire hand up into my cunt and fist myself desperately.
I grab my clean up towel and bite it to keep from screaming, tasting my dried sweat and cum on it in the process. My legs splay wide and shake like I’m having a seizure while my hands destroy my pussy and strum my clit. I can feel it coming. My feet come down onto the bed and I arch my body up into the air as I cum hard and squirt my sex juices all over my bed and onto the floor.
I lick my soaked hand clean as I rest and recover from the intense orgasm. I like the taste of my pussy, it’s very sweet. I lazily dip my fingers into my pussy for more juice while my chest heaves gently. I decide against a second round and start mopping up what cum I can get. I’ll definitely have to change my sheets tonight.
At dinner, Mom looks a lot better than earlier. She’s changed into a pair of gray sweat pants and a loose, white T shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra underneath, and I’d bet she doesn’t have panties under the sweat pants either. I stare at her nipples as covertly and often as I can.
Dinner consists of some steak and corn on the cob my older brother had prepared. Gary had been a good old brother, but had grown a bit distant from Mom and me after meeting his girlfriend Tabitha. They went out a lot and neither Mom nor I had any delusions about how often they were busy screwing. I can’t blame Gary, Tabitha’s fucking hot.
We all talk about our days like we always do at dinner. Mom talks about how annoying this one intern is. Gary talks about a girl who keeps stalking him at school. I don’t have a bunch to say about today, it’d been uneventful. I blab about school and my current assignments a bit then focus on my dinner.
After dinner, I offer to help Mom with the dishes. I try to as often as I can because she usually gets water on her at some point. Gary receives his thanks for cooking and promptly heads upstairs for the night. I follow my mother into the kitchen, thinking of how to approach.
She’s standing at the sink when I come into the kitchen. I grin and walk towards her. I catch her by surprise when I smack her ass, making it jiggle deliciously.
“So Mom, ready to rock some dishes?” I say playfully as I pick up a sponge and plate.
“I sure am sweetheart,” she says as she spanks me back. My knees buckle a little and I kill a very sexual moan that tries to escape my throat. I try my best to do some dishes before I make my move. I fill up the pot that Gary had boiled the corn in and “accidentally” stumble and spill a quarter of the water onto the front of her flimsy T shirt.
“Oh shit that’s cold!” she exclaims as her T shirt becomes transparent and her nipples harden. I can literally feel myself salivating and can barely tear my eyes away from her tits. When I do, I look up to meet her eyes.
She saw me staring at her chest. I scramble in my head for something to say…
“I’m sorry Mom, I was curious about what a mature pair of breasts looked like. Mine are so pitifully small…” I say as I cup mine and act sad. She takes the bait.
“Oh sweetie, your breasts are fine, don’t you worry,” she says as she hugs me and her breasts squish right into mine. I nearly cum in my pants and I hug her tightly. My hands roam her smooth back and she rubs mine comfortingly. I bury my face in her neck like I’m still sad but I’m really breathing in her delicious scent. I kiss her neck and linger for just a second past appropriate and then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Thank you Mom, I needed that,” I say, which isn’t really a lie. We finish the dishes and she goes to give me a kiss goodnight. I turn my head at the last second so her lips land on mine and I lean forward ever so slightly so it lasts a few seconds longer. I smile at her mysteriously before I nearly skip upstairs. I make sure to grab my shampoo bottle before I get to my bedroom.
I fuck myself brutally with that bottle for two hours, howling into a pillow as I give myself endless orgasms. It still wasn’t enough, I only stopped because I knew I need to get to bed. When I wake up, I savage my pussy with four fingers and even stick two in my ass, which I rarely touch. I fuck myself until I have to start getting ready for school.