Message-ID: <31210asstr$994140605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <xxspillerxx@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200107021653.JAA30732@mail17.bigmailbox.com> Content-Type: text/plain Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "First Name Last Name" <xxspillerxx@my-deja.com> Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Oh, What A Beautiful Morning. (Ff, inc) Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 02:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31210> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates ------------------------------------------------- This story is only for adult reading. If you are too young, or your local laws forbid erotic litterature - then get off. ------------------------------------------------ The authors' only reward are your comments, positive or negative. So take a minute of your time and mail an opinion to: xxspillerxx@my-deja.com ------------------------------------------------- Oh, What a Beautiful Morning. (Ff, inc.) by Spiller She got up this morning, like any other morning, at a quarter to seven. She wrapped a morninggown round her small body and went to wake up the kids. John was 10 and Lis was 13. Both were really nice kids, definitely not causing any trouble at all, on the contrary. While they showered and got dressed for school she prepared their breakfast. They all liked to sit down together and have a nice and quiet breakfast without any rush, talking a little about the upcoming day. As usual they left at a quarter to eight, and as usual with a gay hug and a kiss. For the next half hour she busied herself in the kitchen, and by and by prepared herself for a nice session on her bed. Linda's husband had been away for a week now, and he was not due home for another two weeks. Two or three weeks without sex was too much, but in Linda's mind fooling around was out of the question, and therefore masturbation had become an integral part of her sex-life. All kinds of vague erotic images and thoughts were on her mind. Nothing specific, just enough to make her pussy wet and anticipating, and she could hardly wait to get upstairs again. Linda would gladly admit to a weakness: When she is going for a masturbation session she likes to feel pretty and feminine, so first she had a long, warm shower and a shave, and then in the bedroom she dressed up in classy erotic underwear: Garters and stockings, ultra-thin and shiny panties, and a seethrough negligee to top it off. By the time she laid down on her bed, her thin panties were already soaked. She propped up a couple of extra pillows, so she could look down her body without straining her neck all the time, and she really enjoyed the first few minutes, when her hands roamed all over her small frame, and then concentrated on her small, pointed tits, feeling it all through the smooth negligee. Building up the right atmosphere, getting herself in the mood, was a big part of the joy. Slowly her right hand crept down to her panties, rubbing a little on the slippery outside, then sneaking down under the waistband, down across her flat, wiry stomach, until her fingers touched her wet and hard clit. With her left hand she pulled open the negligee so she could circle her nipples, and as she started moaning she pinched them - she loved to pinch them with her long nails. The little hurt ran the direct route down to her clit, making her even hornier. By now she was panting and moaning rather loudly. She loves to make noices when she masturbates. And that was when she almost died. She thought she heard a moan from somewhere else, and when she looked round, her daughter was standing in the doorway, naked but for her panties, and with her hand inside them just like her mother's hand. "Oh, my God, Lis. What are you doing here? I thought you were at school." "Teacher was sick and they had no substitute, so they sent us home. You were in the shower when I came in, so you haven't heard me." "Oh, Lis, I'm so sorry you should see this. I'm ashamed." "Don't be, mommy, you look so beautiful, and I really want to be with you. Can I? Can I come in, mommy?" "Why? Why do you want to come in?" "You are so pretty, mommy, and my pussy itches so good from watching you. Can I, mommy? Please?" She looked so young and vulnerable, and Linda could not make herself send her away, even though she knew full well that she should have. "Ok, love, come in then." She moved over a little to make room for her, and Lis joined her on the big bed. She threw her arms round her and kissed her on her cheeks, and a little later she tried a shy peck on her mother's lips. With a deep sigh she laid down on her back. A little later she grabbed her mother's hand and guided it to her little tummy. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing hard. Linda was in turmoil, almost as if she was 13 herself. On one hand she knew this was very, very wrong, but on the other hand she had never felt anything like it. Little electric shocks running under her skin all over, butterflies in her stomach, and the whole thing was so naughty, that it made her a hell of a lot hornier than she was, when Lis found her. Linda's hand was shaking as she pushed further down, and her pussy was twitching while she sneaked the first fingers under her daughter's waistband. Lis' skin looked like a matte, white peach, a little bit of baby-fat was still on her tummy, and on her chest she only had two bumps - her swollen nipples with hurting swellings underneath, which she remembered from the time she was 13 herself. Linda's fingers had passed her mons - not much hair, only a little down, and now she slipped her middle finger in between the puffy little lips - baby-fat there, too. But there was nothing baby-like about the wetness she met , or with he! r daughter's reaction. Lis let out a deep moan as her mother's finger found her clit, and eagerly she pushed up her pelvis to meet her hand. Linda started little rythmic movements up and down her clit, and soon she whimpered like a little kitten and humped her pussy against her hand. When she turned her head and started suckling Linda's left tit she thought she'd explode. "Oh, my God, mommy. What's this? It's so wonderful. Oh, noooooo, iieeeeeeooooowwwwww, aaaaahhhhhhhh." Her little body was shaking and cramping, the same way her mother's does when she has a strong orgasm. She was coming so beautifully that Linda almost felt like crying from happiness. She stopped masturbating her, but kept her hand against her tummy and her fingers over her pussy. Slowly Lis recovered. When she opened her eyes to look at Linda, they were so happy and sparkling, that she felt love and passion well up into her again. She pulled her hand out of the panties and threw her arms round her daughter, hugging herclose. "Wow, mom, that was so absolutely wonderful", she mumbled against Linda's tits, and she threw her left leg over her mother's so she could press her belly closely to her hip. "I love you so, baby. You're not sorry you came in here?" "Sorry??? It was a million times better than anything I have done myself. It was so wonderful, mommy. And now I want to do the same to you. Can I?" "Thought you'd never ask." Lis climbed over Linda's body to lie on the other side, and with shaky fingers she untied the bow of her negligee and pushed it away from the tits. Her hand cupped Linda's left tit while her mouth found her right nipple. A wild current ran through her body. "God, mom, your tits are so pretty. Do you think mine will be just as pretty?" "I don't see why not. You look so much like I did when I was 13. I really think you'll get to look like me when you grow up." "That's good." She closed her lips on Linda's nipple again, and her hand started the slide from her tit down her belly and under her waistband, just like Linda had done to her. When her hand came down into the panties she squealed: "Hey, mommy, you haven't got any hair. Why not?" Linda could hardly speak, she was that horny, but she managed to stutter: "I shave it, luv. I like it to be naked, likeyours." "That's neat. I like it too." Her hand resumed it's journey, and what happened now Linda wouldn't have believed. She was shaking all over when Lis' finger found her clit, and when she started masturbating her the way Linda had done her, it only took 15 or 20 seconds before Linda was crying, screaming and cramping. Her thighs clamped together to hold her daughter's hand where it was, and she couldn't prevent her bent legs from being pulled up against her belly. With a deap moan, and then some whimpers, Linda came down from her high, and her legs fell like dead to the mattress. Through all this Lis had held her hand firmly against her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at her daughter. "God, Lis, that was so wonderful." "Oh, yes. And your pussy is so wet! ! Was it really good, mom?" "Baby, it was out of this world." "Then we can do it again?" That is how Linda remembers that first, divine morning. Or, rather the first part of that first, divine morning. They barely managed to get out of bed and get dressed, in time to look decent, when John came home from school. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+