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Author=PlanetDweller
Title=Vanessa & Rachel
Summary=A mother
teaches her teen-age daughter how to properly masturbate, at the
daughter's request, with unintended consequences.
Keywords=Ff,inc, mast, mother / daughter
Vanessa & Rachel
by
PlanetDweller
(Ff, mother/teen daughter, incest, masturbation, mutual
masturbation, slow beginning, hot end, surprise ending)
Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
~ Written in honor of my friend Vanessa, who gave me the
inspiration for this story ~
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(Grunt...grunt....pant, pant...grunt,
grunt...pant....pant...pant, grunt, pant.......)
Sometimes I just forget that I'm thirty-eight years old, like
when I jog up the hill to our apartment complex's residents' gym
do my workouts then jog back home, yeah, especially that jog back
home that's when my legs and back and other various parts of my
body really start telling me their age - Sigh - .
But for someone getting ready to bump middle age I look damn
good and usually feel much younger. My still-pert 36C's can still
pass the "pencil test" (where you place a pencil under a breast
and if it's firm and pert enough the pencil won't get caught in
the folds of flesh but will hit the ground instead) and what few
grey hairs are creeping in are taken care of care of Loving Care.
Still when men know you're racing past thirty-something and are a
single mom and have a teen-age daughter at home it's damn hard to
find anything with three legs worth dating who's interested in
dating you. So to try to burn off energy erotique and energy in
general the gym has become my friend, that and my "little red
buddy" vibrator.
Last week for a couple of reasons was especially hard. First, I
actually went on a date with an apparently single straight guy my
age, one of half a dozen or so my age actually left in this town
and things clicked really well and I was gonna give him some
after our date ended at a respectable two a.m. that Friday night
but then he blanched and turned tail and ran like the little boy
he apparently was when I mentioned to him I was on my period
albeit the last day or so and the flow wouldn't be that messy.
Coward. Squeamish coward. Fuck him. Wish I could have but oh
well. Then an incident happened the following day I'm still not
sure about, still not sure if even talking about it is a good
idea but I do need to get it off my chest.
Morning broke early five hours after I staggered in half-drunk
and totally horny and beyond pissed off at my so-called date
dumped me at my doorsteep, with Rachel my fifteen-year-old
daughter rinsing and loading the dirty dishes accumulated in the
sink from the past couple of days into the dishwasher and then
cranking it full-blast along with running a load of clothes in
the laundry kiosk sharing a wall adjacent to my bedroom and
running the vacuum cleaner in the foyer outside my bedroom. At
least I'm lucky to have a teen-ager that actually does housework
without being asked.
"Rach...Rachel...what are you doing Hon'?"
"Oh sorry Mom, I didn't even think you were here, I thought you'd
be out jogging or up at the gym by now..."
"...Uhhhh..."
"...Sorry Mom...looks like you had a rough night...can I get you
a V8?"
"Yeah, Sweetie, thank you, and put a splash of vodka in it, will
ya?, thanks..."
I had to look a sight my complexion looking like death warmed
over and wearing my usual almost never washed long teeshirt I
usually wore as a nightshirt around the house, my Baby having
begun insisting I wear some sort of clothes around the house a
couple of years ago even though it had been her and me only for
the past many years after her dad and I divorced, mainly in case
her friends stopped by the reason given but probably relating to
her teen-ager's rising sense of modesty more than anything.
"Here Mom...I'm going up to the pool beside the gym when
housework's finished in a bit...Jason and Kim and Tony are going
to meet Sarah and I up there in an hour or so...wanna walk with
me up there?..."
The cold V8 mixed with the hot tang of the Popov felt good
hitting my cottonmouthed-mouth.
"Yeah, Hon'...let me grab a quick shower and change and help you
finish stuff and then we'll go up together..."
Our apartment complex off of The Parkway is very expensive,
very nice and usually very safe but even in broad daylight a
budded-out fifteen-year-old girl in a bikini like I used to wear
when I was fifteen years younger might still be a target of
opportunity to some creep and Rachel is and always be my baby so
I was happy to walk up there with her.
"Didn't work out with Scott last night, hu, Mom?"
"Nope...he was afraid of that last little trace of my period last
night and wouldn't even let me give him a...well, sorry
Dear...let's just say he wasn't the man I thought he was..."
"It's okay Mom, I understand..."
"I know you do, Baby..."
She stretched out on one of the lounge chairs at the pool next
to her friend Sarah from school who lived in the same complex
with us as I walked past the pool and on around the management
office to the gym in the basement area underneath. Bill and
Tomas, two nice young guys who were brothers and software
engineers recently immigrated from Israel and who worked out even
more than I did so we saw each other frequently were sharing a
weight bench but no one else was in the gym save us. Saturday
mornings are nice that way. I plopped my towel on the seat of one
of the stationary bikes and began to pedal, hard, trying to burn
off some of the pent-up unmet expectations from the night before.
Bill got a page and had to leave for some reason so Tomas asked
me to help him finish his reps by being his spotter, I agreeing
if he'd spot me while I did the freeweights on the bench. Tomas
was tall for an Israeli, over six three, and handsome as the
devil but I knew there could never be a chance with us because
during a casual conversation one time they both mentioned they
never dated outside of their faith. That's cool. But the smell of
his sweat was making me hot, so damn hot.
"Thanks for helping me out, Tomas, see you soon!..."
"No, thank you, Vanessa, 'good working out with you!"
I had to get out of the there before I jumped his bones. Still
too much energy left. Jogging through the complex just to burn
some more calories and frustration I couldn't help but notice
Bill in the doorway of his corner apartment in a passionate
embrace with some raven-haired fashion model-thin beauty their
tongues wrestling their hands on each other's buttcheeks. Shit.
The last thing I needed to see.
"See you later Mom!" my Rachel waved to me from her recliner as I
jogged past the fence around the pool and down the hill to head
back home. I was so horny I could have fucked a goat. Time for
the medicine bag.
Locking the door behind me and turning the blinds more closed
so no one could see in easily, I grabbed a Bud from the fridge
and my Dr. Feelgood's medicine bag which is actually an old Crown
Royal pull-string bottle cover where I keep the "supplies"
normally used only when I'm PMS'ing from hell and prefer to toke
up a little as opposed to killing someone at random.
Tap tap tap, tap the old burned ashes out from the solid brass
cig-pipe, tamp tamp tamp the fresh pot in. Stee-rike the lighter
the flame hits the thicker blunt end dee-raw the heat in
smeee-oooke full of Mother Nature's miracle healtive releasing
tensions and frustrations and fears and cares and whogivesashits
with every puff. Seee-ip, slurp slurp slurp another couple of
hits from the cold Bud while lying down on our old but
comfortable couch then prwwweffff preffff another couple of hits
from the pipe then aaaaaahhhhhhh.
Let's see what's on cable. It's Saturday morning for Chris'
sakes, nothing's going to be on fucking cable, no flesh at least,
not even on Cinemax. Time for another Bud and 'nother refresh of
the pipe. Oh yeah, time for some porn too. Rachel won't be back
for hours and I've got the deadbolt on the door anyway so that'll
give me time enough to cut the VCR off and put my pot up just in
case she has friends with her. Let's see what we wanna
watch..."Anal Ecstasy"...nah, seen that too many times..."Titanic
Comes"...nah, too hokey...oh yeah, this'll be good "Coming In
America", just a four hour tape of excerpts from other tapes of
nothing but super-hot sex of all kinds with hot come shots at the
end of each. Now where's "little red"...oh yeah, in the
bathroom...I used him the shower last time he was needed a couple
of weeks back.
Aaaahhhhhh. This nice. Nice threesome on the tee-vee too. Damn
how can one guy cover two women in come like that, where on earth
does he get that kind of volume from. A dddeeeeepppppp draw and a
lllonnngggg swig. My sweaty gym shorts are peeled down to my
knees and my top peeled up past my boobs as I shove "little red"
inside me and turn him on full blast as my hands roam to my
breasts and squeeze and play with them and pull and tug on my
nipples then one hand stays while one hand roams down flinging my
trusty old plastic friend out of me my fingers replacing him
inside me while the rest of my hand does its thing to my clit.
Two couples are going at now on the tape while the pot really
does go to my head and all of a sudden I'm out of my body looking
down at me just working myself over like the horny slut I am
from a new perspective up near the ceiling. Damn, this has never
happened to me before. Grabbing hold of a blade of the ceiling
fan to keep from floating away I just watch myself now totally
nude on the couch buckle my knees up and with both hands begin a
furious two-hand frig and masturbation of myself, my mouth
opening in passion's desire as my eyes close and then fucking
"Wham!!!!" my consciousness is slammed back into my body as my
orgasm rises and I fall into a peaceful slumber.
Moments upon moments of restful needed rest and recuperation
from my desires spent now stirred by my hand stirring my
still-wet pussy which then tells my mind to wake a little and my
eyes to open enough to be able to watch and appreciate what my
body's going to do to please itself whether I want it to or not.
Eyes cracking upon just a hairslit are meet by the stare of
another pair of eyes as a form comes into shape standing above
me. Rachel!
"Jesus Mom, if you had needed a guy that bad I would have asked
Jason if he'd screw you...at least it would have been a real cock
and not your hands...Jesus, Mom!!!..."
How the fuck did she get in? I knew I had latched the door. I
struggled for words but they had a hard time escaping my lips.
"Ra...Rach....Rachel..."
"What Mom?" she replied with scolding face.
"How long have you been there?...I mean here?..."
"...long enough to see you nearly rape yourself with your
hands..."
"...I...now Rachel...I was just....just....."
"...just what, Mom?...masturbating?..."
"...Why yes young lady I was...and there's nothing wrong with
that...like you haven't played with yourself, Missy..." words
came sarcastically scolding back at my one and only precious
daughter.
When we had our "facts of life" talk I had tried to talk with her
about masturbation and even had a photo book that showed girls do
it but she freaked on me a little back then and didn't want to
see any more of it, running out of the room and making me promise
I wouldn't try to show it to her again.
"I've never masturbated in my life, you know that, Mother..."
came a tone with the word "mother" stressed that meant she was
serious.
"...and why not?...like I tried to tell you all those years
ago..."
"...yeah, yeah I know, masturbation's harmless..."
"...it is!..."
"...and masturbation is preferable to casual sex and mutual
masturbation is preferable to unprotected sex even with a
monogamous partner and yadda yadda yadda...I remember the drill
you gave me when I was ten, Mother..."
"...good...so drop your tone of disapproval with me, young
lassy!..." my use of the word "lassy" being equally irritating to
her as her use of the formal term "mother" was to me "...I
didn't hurt anyone just doing what I did including myself...in
fact, I made myself feel good, very very good indeed..."
"Yeah, I know, it looked like you were having lots of fun, it
really did..."
Knock me over with that cliché feather. My right hand was still
between my open legs and unconsciously rubbing my pussy. Rachel
was still standing next to the back of the couch in the walkway
between the couch and the kitchenette area. My eyes focused now
on her left hand which was gently cupping her right boob.
"It was tons of fun, kiddo..." long pause as our eyes bore in on
each other's "...wanna talk about something?...anything?"
"Yeah, kinda..." replying as she eased around the end of the
couch and sat down beside me as I pulled my legs to me a little
tighter to give her room to sit down next to me "...it's
just...just..."
"...Just what, Baby?..."
"...I've been having all these feelings, Mom, feelings you told
me I'd start having sooner or later..."
"Uh-hu"
"...and watching you...watching you play with
yourself...it...it......it made me so hot, so damn horny,Mamma!"
"It's okay Baby, it's okay..." pulling her to me in a motherly
embrace as I scooted up a little and she leaned over to me as I
continued to lie half-prone on the couch, her sweet face coming
to rest perfectly on my left breast "...we all, all us girls have
these feelings, Hon'..."
"...but Mama, I'm not a lesbian, I swear I'm not!..."
"...I know you're not, Honey...I'm not either...but knowing you
watched me masturbate and then you got hot watching me, that
makes ME so hot, Honey!"
"It does Mama, really?"
"Yes Baby it really does..."
Her soft breath caressing the slightly age-worn flesh of my
breast wasn't making me any less hot, either. God what I wanted
to do to her. God help me, the things that raced through my mind
wishing we could do together.
"Mama?"
"Yes Dear?"
"Teach me how to masturbate...like you were doing...teach
me...please..."
"Sure Darling...sure" God, I thought she'd never ask "...let's go
to my bedroom..."
Pulling her close to my hands reached around and untied the
knot that held her string bikini top on the useless bit of fabric
falling to the floor at our feet. My lips found hers but I
deliberately kept my tongue inside my mouth as much as I wanted
to do differently.
"Mama, I'm...not a lesbian..."
"I know Baby...but this is different...it's just us, you and me,
Baby...just relax...just relax and Mama will show you all you
want to know..."
Her thumbs found the string sides to her bikini bottom and
found the carpet as well. Her arms wrapped around me and mine
hers and then her tongue slipped between my lips. Fluid leaked
from my pussy down my thighs. Her hand found my pubis and my
fingers in turn gently parted her barely furred patch, her own
wetness covering my fingers, my hand going from her cunny to
between our lips, she savoring the aroma and taste of her own
juices as much as I was.
"Mama, show me, show me...please..."
The love of my life, the reason I put up with all the bullshit
at work and all the worries and woes of life and have for some
many years took my hand and lead me the three steps from where we
stood at the footboard of my bed to the edge of it scooting up
lying down splaying her legs open for me.
"What would you like to do...eeerrrr...I mean, what would you
like me to show you, Baby?"
"Anything you want, Mama, anything you want..."
I knelt beside her my mouth finding a hardening nipple as my
hand found her slit and my middle finger slipped inside her
beginning its slow rhythmic penetrative frig of my perfect even
for a fifteen-year-old fifteen-year-old. My mouth switched
breasts and she gasped as she rotated her hips to my the force of
my hand and now two fingers inside her.
"Mama!...Mama!...Mama!..." she cried as tears of happiness follow
the roundness of her perfect cheeks dripping to my pillows which
cradled her head.
"Yes My Darling?"
"That's so...so...so wonderful!"
"Yes it is, isn't it, Baby?"
"Mama!...ma-a-muhhh" her voice trailing off as the ring finger of
the hand I was frigging her with slipped inside her anal bud
while the other fingers stayed inside her vagina and my mouth now
found hers our passions arisen having burned away all pretense of
anything less than the truth of the moment.
"What would my Honey like to do?" words said between gentle
tongue wrestles.
"Show me how to masturbate, Mama..."
"I thought I was, Hon'..."
"No, really..."
"O-kee..."
My body gently peeled away from hers as my fingers slid out, we
enjoying a mutual tasting and kiss of them as I did, and flopped
down on the pillow beside her as my legs spread and one hand
found my clit while the other began its usual nipple and breast
play. Kneeling beside me she smiled a happier smile I've never
seen before in all those fifteen years before.
"Why do you have one hand on your pussy and the other on your
tits?"
"Because it feels good to me..."
"But on the couch earlier, you had two hands on it..."
"...and if you had come in earlier than you did, you would have
seen me start off with just one hand on my pussy and one hand on
my tits, which is normally how I masturbate, Dear...how did you
get in past the deadlatch, by the way?...c'mon, let's concentrate
on you...you lie back down and we'll find out what makes you feel
good..."
My hands roamed her entire body first, giving her a slow and
sweet and methodical massage literally from head to toe. Her eyes
closed and her breathing became deep and regular. My hands
massaged her feet and her smile became an almost grin. Then her
calves, then her thighs and up to her tummy and shoulders and
neck and face. Content. For and from both of us. Loving my Baby.
Then her breasts, one breast at a time with both my hands almost
like I was giving her a breast exam checking for lumps except a
bit more sensual. Then letting my breasts hang and trace down
from hers to her triangle where her clit was gently rubbed with
my hard and erect nipples. Aaaahhhhh. Then one hand then two on
her pussy.
"Mama?"
"Yes Hon'?"
"Please rub on my titties with one hand and play with my clit
with the other like you did earlier, please?"
"Sure Honey..."
She propped her legs up and spread them wide for my motherly
touch of her cunt. My free hand playfully squeezed and molded
each breast in turn. She was enjoying. I wanted her to come.
"Let your hand join mine at your pussy, Darling, and let's let
you have your first come by masturbation..."
"Okay, Mama..."
Her right hand slipped under mine. My fingers atwined atop hers
as we concentrated on rubbing up and down with a bit of sideways
action atop her clit and down her slit some as well. Her pupils
began dilating and her breathing became heavier and deeper.
"Oh...oh Mama!..."
"Yes Darling?"
"That...that...that feels sssooooo good!"
"....yes Baby, I know it does..."
"...Mama?..."
"...can I help you masturbate after you help me?..."
"...yes Baby...sure Honey, I'd like that...after I help you come
first..."
With that my fingers dove deep inside her once again as I left
her own fingers millimeters away at her clit and began a furious
deep-pumping hard frig of her. Thirty then sixty second of my
tongue cleaning her tonsils while my fingertips cleaned her
cervix and sliding my mouth down cleaned her nipples and then her
rolling orgasm began at the top of her head and shook her entire
body as it moved the entire bed like an earthquake epicenter
tossing and turning any and everything in its wake, her hand
grasping mine as she urged with beyond lustful silence deeper!
Harder! Faster! her eyeballs literally rolling backwards inside
her eyesockets only the white of the underside of them being
shown to my own lustful gaze her orgasm being that strong her
body going limp my lips giving her sweetest kisses all over.
We lay in the cool dim of my, our, bedroom for a few moments
our hands lazily skinning atop the flesh of each other as her
eyeballs finally window-shaded back down to where my gaze could
meet hers. We just smiled and cooed sweet nothings to each other
for a while as our lips lightly kissed as our fingers lightly
touched.
"Can I help you masturbate now, Mama?"
"Sure Baby...you know how much I want you too..."
Truth was I was so spent from passions given my energy level
had anything left for passions to receive. But no way was my Baby
going to be disappointed.
"Is this right, Mama?..." she asked with concerned whisper as her
hand slipped down to my clit and lips and her other one began its
vigorous mauling of my tits.
"Yes Baby, that's perfect..."
"You tell me if you want anything different, okay?..."
"...I will Baby, I will..."
Except for a kissing session with my best girlfriend back in
ninth grade I had never touched another female, ever. Never even
really thought about it even though I'd been propositioned by
lesbians a couple of times. But now the flesh of my flesh, the
blood of my blood was touching me in places and in ways that few
men had ever touched or done and I couldn't have been happier.
"Mama, your come is leaking all over my hand!..." she exclaimed
with playful glee as my G-spot come sprung from its well deep
inside my vagina saturating her fingers and hand as her
masturbation of me continued.
"Yes Baby, that's from my G-spot, I'll show you how to work yours
later or another time, it's a sign that I'm really enjoying
myself..."
"You must be Mama, to be coming this much..."
"Yes, Baby, I am...I am..." exhaling deeply with happy sigh as I
closed my eyes and my body became heavy and the touch of my
lovely daughter faded into a light sleep and easy dream.
And then sleep. Perfect sleep. Shit, I could have kicked
myself. Falling asleep on my lover nee' daughter, Rachel. Damn.
What a...well, what a near-middle-age person, what a sign I
wasn't a spring chicken anymore. I just hope she would understand
and not be mad at me that Morpheus had embraced me so
unexpectedly and inopportunely.
"Mom!...Ma-a-a-a-a-mmmm!"
What the hell?
"Mom, c'mon, let me in, you deadlatched the door again!...let me
in Mom, please!....I know you're in there!" noises came from
somewhere, somewhere not in my conscious realm. Or my unconscious
one, either.
My eyes opened fully and the ceiling fan above the couch came
into focus as my hands rubbed my eyes and then found their way
down to my crotch where "little red" was still inside me but
silent, his batteries having died. Typical male. Pulling
little-red out from inside me and my shorts up and top down
covering myself just in case she had a friend or two with her and
sliding my plastic-man under the couch I half-stepped the five or
so steps to the front door pulling the hardlatch away from the
hotel-style deadlatch knob and turning the deadbolt to let my
daughter in. Sauntering in a little damp from a last splash in
the pool before coming home, she turned fished a Coke from the
fridge and sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her
bading me to sit down beside her.
"Mom...I'm almost sixteen...will be in two months..."
"Yes Honey?..."
"Can we have that talk about masturbation now, the one you've
always wanted to have with me?"
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