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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Oh, What A Beautiful Morning. (Ff, inc)
Date: Tue,  3 Jul 2001 02:10:05 -0400
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This story is only for adult reading. If you are too young, or
your local laws forbid erotic litterature - then get off.
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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.




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