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 Author=PlanetDweller
 Title=Sharon's Story
 Summary=A college freshman moves in with her mom who also
happens to work at the college where she attends school and lives
just across campus from, with unexpected and unintended
consequences. 
 Keywords=FF, MFF, inc, cons, voy, rom, mother/daughter


Sharon's Story, part 1

by

PlanetDweller

(Ff, Adult daughter/mother incest, 1st time, MFf)

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Damn Joe...damn that Joe to hell...what an excuse for a
boyfriend...I simply couldn't believe it happened again.

I mean, he is only the fifth guy I've ever slept with and has
been my one and only since enrolling at 'State last semester.
When we met at a frat party that my Mom had asked of the student
temps who work in the University president's office (where she
has been his private secretary to for the past few years) to ask
me out to, Joe seemed nice enough and within six beers each we
had gone back to his room where his roommate was busy screwing
some other coed in a bed not five feet away from and started
screwing like rabbits ourselves me from not having any at all in
some months and Joe from being a horny college guy, but I knew
there was a problem when after he had come he made his apologies
and exit to throw his clothes back on and head back downstairs to
drink to final excess.

The day after the next day he somehow tracked me down, knowing
only my first name I thought but catching my outside Frosh
English 101 with a bouquet of mixed wildflowers with a friendship
card attached that read "thanks for the great evening, maybe we
can go out again sometime soon?"

We did and have, usually once or twice a week, though in
hindsight now as I sit here alone and bored and very horny at the
kitchen table of my and my Mom's tiny apartment we share together
right across Hillsboro Street from campus and right across the
street from her office nursing a cup of day-old drudge coffee
left over from this morning I have always known Joe had and has a
problem with alcohol, his needing to drink at least a six-pack
before hopping into the sack with me being one clue among many
his multiple old puke stains tarnishing the worn carpet in the
back of our, Mom's and mine, old Toyota from multiple frat party
excesses being another.

Don't get me wrong, I love Joe, but am not in love with him,
neither is he in love with me. Still, we enjoy each other's
company and the sex has always been great, but still tonight took
the cake. Going to some party off campus off Crest Road, Joe
tallthroated five beers in as many minutes as soon as we got
there before puking his guts out before heading back the keg to
drink directly from the tap for a moment. I fussed at him and
told if he puked on me I'd never give him pussy any more again,
that having happened twice already in our short relationship, and
damned if he not only didn't puke on me but also couldn't get the
damn thing up, trying to poke his limp member inside me after
eating my pussy for a good half an hour to get me warmed up and
then couldn't finish the job, apologizing yes but not making any
difference because I was and am warmed up and damn hot and want
to FUCK!

After he puked on me I found some old towel in the halfbath off
of the nameless bedroom where one M/F couple and two girls were
going at it and wiped myself off as best I could Joe trying to
help me as he apologized but I wouldn't hear any more words
tonight from him. Being thrown up on is one thing, not getting
your reward in the form of a decent fuck in another thing
altogether.

He tried to kiss and make up, but I didn't want his smooches or
his words or his cock so limp that it couldn't have dimpled a
bowl of cottage cheese. So he took me home and wanted to come in
but I knew Mom was also on a date and didn't want him there
whenever she did make it back.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. Okay, well, maybe I do love
Joe a little. I really don't want to break up with him, but I'm
not much of a drinker and don't like drunken frat or other
parties and as good as the sex with Joe is, the price is becoming
too high for me, Sigh.

The old rotary numbered clock on the ancient coffee maker rolled
to "8:43 p.m." My mind rolled back a little to some miscellaneous
whitecaps from the past few years of my adolescence now past and
fading.

Mom and dad's divorce. My sister Vicky who was seventeen when it
happened and is six years younger than me warned me for a couple
of years before it did happen that it was going to happen but I
really didn't comprehend the magnitude of how life-changing it
would be for until Mom abruptly left one day without so much as a
good-bye kiss to me and I didn't see her until the following year
when she drove the hundred and fifty miles back home from her new
home in Raleigh where she had gotten a job in the secretarial
pool at 'State after her divorce from Dad and was making a new
life for herself albeit a hard one to come bring a small present
for my birthday, a gold charm bracelet with a "#1 Daughter"
single charm attached to it. At least I got to see her.

"Sharon, Dearest..."

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Now that Vicky's graduated high school, she's going to be
leaving soon to come to 'State, where I work now...

"Yes, Mommy, she's told me..." I remember she and I talking as if
it was yesterday.

"...and according to the custody arrangement your father and I
have, you can spend all your summers with me from now on if you
want, when you can also spend with Vicky too, since she's
planning on living with me since my place is so close to
campus..."

"I know all that, Mommy...all I want to know, Mommy, is why did
you and Dad have to get a divorce?"

She just looked at me for the longest time, her gaze not
breaking, and fought back the tears as her hand caressed my cheek
before turning to walk away and out of my life again, I not
seeing her until Christmas of that year when Dad permitted me to
go spend the Holidays with her and Vick'.

Neither Mom or Dad would tell me why they had gotten divorced for
the longest time. Then, finally, a couple of years ago, as Dad
and I were making plans for me to attend 'State too like Vicky
did, since Mom could get a substantial State employee discount on
tuition even lower than regular in-state tuition for me, I really
hammered Dad as we were pouring over potential course catalogs
and majors and such even though I wouldn't graduate high school
for another year and out of a sense of frustration with me and
his ex-wife my Mom, he vented...

"Sharon, the reason your Mom left, and she left me, I didn't
leave her, was because she got into her head that she was a
lesbian, that she liked women more than men, and she wanted to go
explore that side of herself."

"But...but Mom's not a lesbian, Dad!...how can you say such a
thing about her?!?"

"Ask herself, Shar'ee, ask herself if you don't believe me..."

"But how....why?...I'm confused..."

Dad's eyes roamed over the open catalogs and brochures his head
slumping a little as he refused to make eye contact with me as
his voice mumbled on "...Sharon....what I'm about to tell you
stays in confidence, forever...your sister knows, but beside Mom
and me, no one else knows...your word, okay?"

"Sure, Dad, my word."

"Your Mom and I were having a lull in our marriage so we decided
to try swinging...big mistake...you remember our friends Charlie
and Lisa Etheridge?...anyway, the first time your Mom was with
another woman, when she and I were with Charlie and Lisa that
first time together back when you were much smaller, that was
it...after her first taste of another woman, she fell hopelessly
in love with Lisa and wouldn't have sex with me any more after
that at all and wanted Lisa to leave Charlie for her but of
course Lisa wouldn't do that so your Mom took off for the big
city of Raleigh where she hoped she could find what she was
looking for..."

Silence...dead silence for a moment, then Dad's rough and
callused hands cupped his face and he just broke down bawling
like a baby for several minutes. I went over to him and put my
arm around his shoulder and hugged him best I could, he crying
for the very time ever about the one true love of his life he had
lost. We never spoke of that night or Mom's lesbianism after
that.

Not that Mom was a true lesbian anyway. She was definitely
bisexual. While the one bar she frequented was  "Fern's" which
was a true lesbian smoked-glass-and-fern bar over off Glenwood at
Five Points, I knew she dated men was well as women because
sometimes she would introduce me to them if she brought them home
which was infrequent or sometimes I'd see a half-dressed naked
masculine form scamper down the narrow hallway which separated
our bedrooms the smell of sour male cologne stinking an otherwise
pleasant a.m. early rising up. What women she dated she was less
shy about introducing them to me or making lots of lovemaking
noise behind her closed bedroom door even though I knew she knew
I could hear every word. Vicky had told me it was the same when
she was sharing the apartment with Mom during the time she was
going to State as I was now, that she didn't care and had learned
to ignore the sights and smells and sounds of frequent lesbian
and sometimes hetero sex that Mom was so good at pursuing, she
not being the most monogamous of single women in the otherwise
conservative town of Raw-leigh.

My mind bopping back and forth between ancient and more recent
memories of things present and past and to come, my trance was
broken by a wafting of Joe's puke smell still lingering on my
tits inside my blouse. I had  to take a shower.

Not bothering to flip any hallway lights on as my feet pattered
down the slightly bucking old pinewood floor, my clothes were
tossed in hamper and my body was self-tossed into the cold white
ceramic tub-shower combo as the hot water and Dove soap washed
away the last little bit of Joe that I was ever going to permit
to be in my life. My soapy hands and washcloth massaged the suds
over my breasts. My nipples erected. My pussy twinged. Damn.
Still so horny. Oh, well, I hope if Mom did bring home her date
tonight whoever it might be that they didn't mind a quiet
background buzz from across the hall, since tonight it was going
to be Ol' Vibby and me by our lonesome tonight, Sigh.


The apartment echoed from the quiet as I peed and wiped and
headed the ten feet down the hall from our shared masterbath back
to my bedroom. As I turned to open my bedroom door and dive onto
my bed, a sliver of yellow light glinted from the threshold of
Mom's bedroom door. I knew she wasn't in the house, not being
there when I got back and not having heard any noise during the
time I was in the shower of her returning. For a moment, I froze.
Unsure whether to call the police, run out of the apartment, or
face a potential intruder one-on-one, our neighborhood being so
close to campus being a higher-crime neighborhood than many in
the city. Grabbing my custom-made field hockey stick from behind
my bedroom door, I getting a partial scholarship after my first
semester at State for the girl's varsity field hockey team after
an open tryout which I easily aced because of my play on my high
school field hockey team and being very proficient at whacking
both the field hockey ball and my opponents as well, creeping to
Mom's bedroom door and listening very carefully for noises of a
thief rumbling through Mom's dresser drawers and such before
planning to burst in and collar them hard with my stick, instead
I heard the sweet, gentle sounds of "uh...uh, uuuuhhhhh,
uiiiihhhh, aaaahhhhh...UHHH!..." along with slupry-type sounds of
lovemaking.

Evidently Mom had brought home a date while I was in the shower
who were now in the throughs of some, slow easy lovemaking. I
didn't hear any names being screamed aloud or cries of  "more!"
being passioned out, just easy sounds of cuntal slurping and
easier sounds of pleasant cooing from feelings-good. 

The door wasn't fully closed all the way or latched. My curiosity
as expressed the weight of my shoulder against the door eased it
open an inch or so more. The field hockey stick being propped up
against the doorframe outside in the hall, my ears opened up to
"Jeff...Jeff!!!...oh, Jeff, that's Sooooo...Soooo good!"

Mom was making love to Jeff, an older married black guy who
worked as a maintenance man in the physical plant department and
whom she got to know because the president's heating system in
his office where she worked was always giving trouble. I knew
they saw each other occasionally, she having introduced him to
one Saturday night some weeks back as he picked he up to take her
out, Mom confessing to me later that she was seeing him hoping
that she could do a threesome eventually with he and his wife,
his wife being a former Miss North Carolina Black Teen beauty
queen but whom Jeff said was too straight an arrow to go for that
though he would suggest from time to time they try swinging.

Moonlight from the high clerestory window at the end of the hall
pumped soft photons of potential passion all over me as I stood
there naked in the hall eavesdropping on my mother's lovemaking
with her married and cheating lover the dampness from the shower
and my still burbling unfulfilled passions that Joe had left me
hanging with a couple of hours earlier giving me slight ripples
of gooseflesh across my nakedness. A finger dipped low pushing my
own hotbutton as my weight eased to door open even more so my
eyeballs could bend around to watch my mother and her lover.

Jeff was on top of her, cradling her in his arms, she grabbing
his asscheeks to help pull him in deeper to her, his condomed
cock glistening in the darkened room's shared moonlight.

"Uhhhh....uuuuhhhh!!!....aaahhhhh!....Oh, Jeff...deeper, harder,
deeper!" Mom softly ordered him.

Three fingers of my right hand were now inside me as I was now
halfway inside Mom's bedroom, only half-hiding behind the door
only ten or fifteen feet away. Rolling Mom over to her knees,
Jeff spread her asscheeks and sticking a thumb up her asshole
shoved his hard member as deep as he could push inside her cunt.
God, "I was that was me on all fours instead of Mom!" I couldn't
help but silently exclaim to myself as I watched them in the
still of the peace of her bedroom.

The floor creaked a little as I eased into the bedroom, but they
didn't hear, and I didn't care if they had. Mom's fists were
grasping and clenching the bedsheets as Jeff relentlessly pounded
her from behind, his hands reaching forward to feel her boobs and
massage her back.

While I had grown up seeing Mom naked and she I and being naked
around each other, Mom being my Mom even sharing our more or less
open sex lives with each other since I had moved in with her I
had never seen Mom make love or even be openly sexually
affectionate with anyone else, not counting the odd kiss given to
an odd lover while semi-clothed at the breakfast table after the
odd night of previous lovemaking between she and whoever he odd
lover might have been the night before. Now, the receptive mare
in heat which was my Mom was just feet away from me, getting
ramrodded by her black middle-aged stallion lover, his cock
leeringly spreading her pussylips open for his cock and my gaze
as it split her open in his lovemaking of her in our shared space
in time my presence being unfelt, just flowed with passion
unbridled as she ordered, no,  commanded  Jeff to fuck her even
harder.

"Gggghh....uuurrggghhhh....uhhhh..." gurglings of my own lust
finally escaped from that special place deep inside my soul as my
left hand spread my cuntlips and my right one furiously worked my
clit. Jeff heard my totally unintentional low moanings (I swear!)
and slowing down but not stopping his fuck of Mom craned his neck
around to see me in my birthday suit giving myself an early
birthday present, he twisting his neck a bit in a silent motion
to come join them. I didn't resist.

Easing his pace to half-speed Mom's face was still buried in a
pillow her cries becoming quieter as she reached around and under
to play with his cock as his fuck of her continued as I leaned
into Jeff and we kissed, a hand of his going from Mom's butt to
my breast as our lips locked. Kissing him, my right hand went
between our mouths and he tasted my feminine essence on my
fingers from my seconds-earlier frig of myself as I watched them
anonymously in the moonlit room. Jeff sucked and licked the
meat-fingers of our kissing sandwich as my other hand stroked his
half-hairy chest. Sucking the life out of each other and
breathing it back into one another for a couple of moments, my
left hand roamed from his chest to his cock, my fingers touching
Mom's pussylips as well as his fuck of her continued. I didn't
care.

Mom pushing her shoulders up a bit off the bed she lowered her
head and turned enough to see me kissing Jeff as I played with
his cock and her pussy a bit. She smiled. She didn't care. She
wiggled her ass a bit, and my hand went from Jeff's cock to her
pussy, my fingers rubbing her cuntlips and clit as I lowered my
head from Jeff's face to Mom's back, lightly kissing the small of
her back and my first incestual touching of Mom continued.

Jeff pulled away for a moment and pointed to Mom's open cunt as
she still knelt on the bed on all fours. I knew exactly what he
was suggesting. Taking his place, my facial lips melded with
Mom's cuntal ones, sucking from her flower all the pollenic
essence of life I possibly could.

"AAAHHHHH!!!....AAAEEEIIHHHH!!!...Sharon!...SHARON!!!!....that's
so damn good, Sharon!....AASSSSSTTTTTAAAHHHGGHHH!!!.." Mom
literally screamed into her pillow as I sought refuge inside the
cavern from whence I had been thrust into this world so many
years before.

Starting at my head and rolling to my toes, I felt my body
literally, shake, shiver, then snap somehow as my tongue pushed
its way deep inside Mom like cock. Whatever the hell happened to
my body, I knew it was some sort of sign that whatever had been,
had been the relationship between Mom and me, was gone and could
never be again.

"Sharon...SHARON..." Mom pleaded as she rolled over to her back,
pulling me up to kiss her "...Sharon, I...I love you, my perfect
darling daughter..."

"I love you, too, Mom..." I whispered back as my mouth found and
sucked on those aging but still perky breasts of hers.

Jeff was standing to one side of the bed. I motioned to him to
join us. At least I could have some decent sex now, now being
even hornier than before my mis-capade earlier with Joe.

Each of Jeff's hands found one of our respective pussies as Mom
and I just held each other and kissed and felt each other up.
Jeff rolled a fresh condom on, his member now harder than ever
from the scene of two women let alone his lover and her daughter
making lesbian love in front of him, and whispered to me if I'd
like "some"..."sure" I half-laughingly whispered back.

Mom and I scooted Jeff on the bed flat, I entering him astride as
she mounted his face so as to face me. Yeah, a classic porno
scene, I know, but one that works in reality for a reason,
because it works. 

I kissed Mom and she kissed me as Jeff licked Mom from underneath
her as my hand joined his tongue and her hand joined his cock at
my cunt. The look in Mom's eyes was between that of pure passion,
pure lust, and pure maternal love. I didn't care. I was getting
some cock that I had been so hungry for from Joe and had been
disappointed earlier by. And I was making love, yes, making love
to my mother who I knew was okay with it because she was a
lesbian, or at least a more or less bisexual lesbian. "Wait a
damn minute..." I couldn't help think to myself "...does this
mean I'm a lesbian too?" Mom grabbing Jeff's cock as he fucked me
as we mutually rode astride him and rubbing the head of his cock
onto my clit put the last thought of doubt about what if I slash
we were doing was right as it also put Jeff out his misery for
the night, he grabbing my ass hard and pulling me forcefully down
on him as he pushed Mom off his face and came the damndest
throbbing come inside me I had ever felt. Rolling off of him for
a moment as Mom slid over to me to kiss, she whispered to Jeff as
we three held each other for a perfect moment in perfect time
"...Jeff...JEFF..."

"Oh...ahhh...yeah...hu?" he mangled out between obvious waves
lust and passion crescending through him.

"...thanks for tonight, Jeff..."

"Yeah, thanks, Jeff, you were great!" I chimed in as well.

"...but tonight, this time, tonight, was the first time that
Sharon and I have ever been together like this, and if you don't
mind, please leave, I want some more time with Sharon,
alone...okay?....you don't mind?...I'll call you soon,
promise...but please leave now."

Jeff was so high from his unexpected menage a trois libido-drug
that if Mom had asked to jump off the proverbial bridge for her,
he would have. He leaned into give us polite gropes and sweet
kisses good-bye as the sweat from his purple-black skin soaked
through his silken light blue polyester shirt, his shoes echoing
down the hall before a loud latch sound closed and locked the
front door behind him.

In the fading moonlight Mom's eyes twinkled like two perfect
stars in the universe of my life as her hand lightly brushed my
face her mouth smiling as we traded sugary kisses and my
fingernails lightly scrapped over her nipples making them erect.
I couldn't help but think back to my then-best friend Judy in
seventh grade whom I learned to kiss with by she and I kissing
each other but not going any further because neither of us
expressed any feelings back then to go any further. I even
thought of Vicky and I touching each other as we sometimes took a
shower together, Vicky carefully washing my then-prepubescent
pudenda, but again it was all so innocent then, not a hint of
overt lesbian sexuality. Now Mom's hand was pushing my thighs
open and her fingers were massaging my vaginal lips and beginning
their probe of my lovetunnel.

"God, Sharon, I love you..."

"I love you too, Mom..."

Our eyes searched each other's for any sign of discomfort or
squirmy-ness as we held each other close and kissed and smooched
and felt each other up some more.

"No regrets, Little One, My Little Girl...any regrets at all?"

"No, Mom...no regrets, no, no regrets at all.." I purred back at
her.

We kissed even deeper and then flipped around to sixty-nine, a
finger penetrating my asshole as her mouth clamped onto my clit.
Even though I had never had a finger or cock inside me there, I
was so relaxed that it opened up for her probing touch, my own
finger beginning its probe of hers along with my tongue,
something I definitely never did with any past boyfriends.

"You had a bad time with Joe tonight, didn't you, that's why you
were watching...you came home horny and just wanted some...that's
how tonight happened, wasn't it, Dear?" Mom whispered past my
cunt muffling her words to me.

"Uh-hu..."

"Well, I know this is new to you, and I know you probably still
want some cock, don't you?"

"Wellllll...kinda..."

"That's okay...I'll fuck my darling little one like she
likes...c'mon, up on all fours..."

Reaching forward to cut the light on the nightstand drawer on
first, she fished out a harness, strap-on dildo, and a small
container of lube.

"Help me put this on, Sharon...then suck MY cock!" Mom playfully
ordered with a smile.

I helping belt it on to her, she pushed me down on all fours then
shoved the silicone cock in my mouth as her hands reached around
and down to pull on and play with my smallish tits that hung
down. Making muffled sounds to tell her I was having a hard time
breathing, she turned me on my axis around and after giving my
butt a couple of playful pops, unscrewed the container of
lubricant, dipped the faux cock in it, then shove it inside me as
hard and quick as she could, "uuhhhhgghhhh!" being the only sound
I could make.

Pounding away, finishing the job that Jeff had started earlier,
leaning forward her breasts pressing to my back her touch
sizzling, she huskered with low voice "...and this cock never
goes down...you can have all of it you want, forever, my love, my
darling daughter!"

Making love for about an hour after that, we feel asleep in each
other's arms. Three hours later the damn alarm went off. It was a
Friday, not a Saturday after all, our dates from the night before
being on a weekday Thursday night much to our chagrin. Mom got
out of bed quickly and showered and dressed and left before I
could even kiss her good-bye. I couldn't help but feel a
loop-back emotion to that day she left Dad and me and Vicky
without so much of a good-bye kiss to me. I couldn't help but
wonder and worry if she was leaving me again, if last night, our
night of accidental lesbian lovemaking and incest, had somehow
pushed her over the edge and I would literally never see her
again.

Thankfully, I only had two classes that morning. The rest of the
day I spent guzzling milkshakes on the patio from the snackbar
beneath the library, just sitting there and thinking, alone. Joe
found me and tried to apologize for what had happened with him
the night before, but I told him to leave me alone for a while,
or I would really break up with him, to give me some space and
maybe I wouldn't break up with him, that I needed some space
right then. The clearing sunlight of day felt warm and comforting
to my face as the afternoon sun azimuthed across the sky. "No
point putting off any longer..." silent fears were expressed to
myself "...might as well go see if Mom's left me for good this
time."

Smells of country-style steak and creamed potatoes and home-made
chocolate cake hit my nostrils hard as I eased the front door of
our apartment open around six-pm-ish or so. My favorite. From the
threshold of the front door and our new life together I saw Mom
in the open kitchen are off the living room making my favorite
dinner for me, she wearing shorts and a skimpy bra and an apron
and nothing else.

"Hi Sharon, I haven't cooked for us in a while...c'mon in, I'm
making your favorite."

Mom pulled the chair out for me as I sat down, she leaning in to
kiss me full on the lips as a lover and not as a mother, but left
it at that for the time being.

Being a little wound up I could tell but no more than me, she
insisted we talk about my classes, about what happened with Joe
the night before, about her work, about any and everything but
what happened between she and I just hours before.

Finishing up, I slid the chair back to stand up to help clear the
table, but Mom got up quickly and ran around and literally gently
pushed me back down to my seat, with a "let me finish clearly the
table...you just sit there and enjoy your chocolate cake while I
tidy up."

My eyes followed Mom around the narrow spaces in the kitchen as
she pittered from the table to the dishwasher and sink and back
again, our mouths smiling as our eyes would glance across each
other. Sliding a chair next to mine as I worked on my last few
bites, Mom with spoon in hand peeled off a bit and stuck it to my
lips, I taking her desired-for cue and sensuously nibbling on it,
her mouth joining mine as we shared the still-warm cake and cold
stainless steel spoon oral sensations. Her arms reached to hold
me close to her as mine reciprocated in risingly lustful ways,
our hands roaming as our tongues playfully wrestled inside each
other's dental spaces.

"Sharon...I love, LOVE you!"

"I love you, LOVE, you, too, Mom!

"Ready for bed?"

"No, Mom..."

Her expression changed from total happiness to total dread before
I finished the last part of what I was trying to say.

"...I'm ready for the rest of our lives, together..." I purred
back at her, she grinning at me once again.

Clothes being shed behind us like so much a textile snail trail
as we headed lips-to-lips and arms-to-body to her's, Mom's, our 
bedroom together, the rest of our lives indeed waiting for us
down the hall.

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