Pat and Tricia
Copyright© 2019 by Clark Hanson
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A bi-sexual daughter's attraction to her mother comes to fruition.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Lesbian Mother Daughter Water Sports
The following morning, I arose purposely early to be able to shave my pubes away, the process and the result being extremely pleasing. As I showered, I thought about what had taken place last evening, I felt, somehow liberated. Most of the chains (I still had to live with Bernard) that had controlled my life thus far were now unshackled. Having dried myself of, I went to my wardrobe to find something that would pass muster with my husband, but risqué enough to titillate Trish. I found a wraparound dress that was calf length and slipped it over nothing.
I made Bernard his breakfast and as he devoured it, without even looking at me – I could have been naked. He asked me if I had been discussing the trip to the capital the previous evening. Somewhat surprised that he had missed me, I did not dissuade him of that view. After he had left for the office, I heard my sexy daughter moving about upstairs. I had my breakfast and eventually, she appeared at the door in a ‘T’ shirt and the shortest skirt I’d ever seen her wear and a worried look on her face. Putting on my sternest face I admonished her. “If your father had seen you dressed like that, he would have had a seizure.”
“I heard him leave before I came down. Mummy, you don’t regret last night, do you?”
I stood, smiling and unwrapped my dress displaying my nudity and my newly shaven mons. “Oh Mummy darling, soooo beautiful, I’ll take that as a no then.” She came towards me divesting herself of her T and skirt – that was all she wore – and sank to her knees before me. “May I Mummy?”
“May you what?” I teased, but putting one foot on a chair so she would have easier access.
“Eat your twat, you fucking slut!”
“You had better” I was enjoying the crudeness, “you Mother-fucking Lessie.”
Giggling, she moved in and ran her tongue lightly along my labia. “Oh yes!” I sighed, leaning back against the table, “go for it darling. Chew on my clitty.” I reinforced my plea by grabbing her head and holding her against my groin. “Ooooohhhh that is soooo goooood “ I moaned, “I don’t think it will take long.” She was now tongue fucking me while rubbing her teeth across my clit. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Aaaarrrrgh here ... it ... comes. Aaaaaahhhhh.” I felt my bladder relax and before I could react some urine was released into her mouth. She moaned in delight and looked up at me.
“Let it go Mummy slut” she pleaded “let your golden piss go. I want all of it.” I duly obliged and she didn’t miss a drop.
She stood and made to kiss me. As I relaxed my lips to allow her tongue through, she passed a little of my pee across with it. I groaned, wallowing in the perversity of what we were doing, enjoying the acrid taste. I knew that at some point I would return the favour.
“Well darling” I said, “did you enjoy that?
“Mummy my love, it was awesome!”
She slipped her T and skirt back on as I rewrapped my dress. We had our breakfast chatting about our upcoming trip. At one point I asked her, why me. “Because you are the best looking, sexiest mature woman I know. I also know you are my best friend and that I will always be safe with you.” And giggling, she went on “Besides, it adds a good coat of wickedness to our already beautiful relationship.”
“Come here my darling young slut” I asked. She arose and came round the table, straddled my thighs and sat down on me.
“What can I do for you, my beautiful mature Mummy-slut?”
“You can kiss me” I demanded. Her lips came down on mine and her tongue dived in to the back of my throat. God! I didn’t know it was that long.
As we cleared away the kitchen I looked at her. “I think a session of therapy is in order.” She spun around and before she could react I continued “Retail therapy, my underwear drawer needs to catch up to yours and we need a few things for our trip.” After cleaning ourselves up, we changed into more conservative attire over our nakedness, me a calf length dress zipped down the front and she, a knee length straight skirt and a woollen jumper that hugged her breasts and went to town.
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