Emily and her mom.

Emily and her mom.

Emily and Her Mother

Emily had returned to live with her mom after her selfish father, whom she called Mr. Shit for Brains, left town with the joint bank account, the car, and her co-worker, a 20-year-old Latino guy from the dealership where he worked.

On a Saturday afternoon, Emily lay on her bed. She stood downstairs, possibly folding clothes or cleaning, desperately trying to push away her misery after Vince's departure. Emily felt horny and was looking forward to having a powerful orgasm.

Nude, she raised her legs and crossed them behind her head. With her right hand, she reached for her pussy, and with her left hand, she caressed her mouth before moving it to her rear end. She inserted first one, then two fingers into her anus. Meanwhile, she employed her right hand, sliding the first two fingers into her vagina, searching for her G-spot. Once she found it, she focused on fingering herself, raising her eyebrows in relief because finding it never changed.

She had spent quite some time at this activity, hesitating as she neared her climax and then resuming when she felt the cool air on her anus. Her eyes were closed, allowing her to slip into her 'moment', which she continued on, thinking it could only be her mother if she was watching.

When the orgasm she desired finally came, her body trembled, and her genital fluids spurted across her chest and face. She managed to clean what she could off and sucked it off her fingers. She returned to a reclined position, still spreading her legs wide, and heard a mild cough. She lifted her head, her mother had arrived with a pile of laundry, folded as always.

"Hello Mom," Emily greeted her. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Gail, Emily's mother, was aghast by the show she had witnessed. She considered masturbation an immoral and disgusting activity. To think that her daughter was... she found it abhorrent. But she endorsed sensitivity and avoided heated debates, so she responded, "I was merely waiting to give you your clean clothes."

"I didn't want to disturb you", she added hesitantly.

"I knew you were there, Mom," Emily told her, now visually pointing to her private regions with her open legs. "Did you enjoy how my butt looked, Mom? Like my butt Mom?"

Gail shuddered at the sight despite her initial dismay. She had been raised that masturbation was not something to indulge in, and yet her daughter was.

"I wouldn't know, darling. I'm sure it's lovely."

Emily told her mother that she was more reserved than most people, "No one as self-restrained as you, Mom. Have you ever derived any pleasure from a single sexual act in your whole life?"

Gail was entirely taken aback. She had never experienced any form of sexual pleasure. She had saved herself for her husband and fulfilled her role as his partner. But she acknowledged that she could not keep up with Conchita, who now was her husband's mistress.

"No, dear, no, I didn't. I'm sorry I can't give you anything in that aspect."

And as Gail's words fell, she felt her inadequacy, and in that moment, she leaned forward, her head slumped, tears collecting near her eyelids.

"Do you still miss him, the old bastard?" Emily asked.

Her mother could not deny the sentiments, knowing how he harmed them but had still left an void. "I shouldn't, I know what he's done to us, but yes, I still do."

"Mom, he'd never return. You have to think of yourself now," Emily empathized.

"Ha! Yes think of yourself with whom? Do what?" Gail scoffed with a passion Emily had never heard from her. "Think of myself with who? What do I do?"

Emily was stunned, not realizing how deeply her mother was affected. "Mom, after your husband left, all the married men at the office tried to seduce you; your friends stopped talking to you, leaving you lonely and friendless as a social pariah."

Gail could not keep it together and cried into her daughter's shoulder; even though Emily had tears in her eyes, she held her mother tightly and consoled her, telling her it was okay.

"It's alright, Mom."

Eventually, Gail sat upright, wiped her eyes, and glanced away from Emily, complaining disconsolately, "I don't know what to do. I'm miserable; I consider ending it—no dear, I haven't tried, Too bloody cowardly. That's me."

She gazed at the floor dejectedly.

"Mom," Emily addressed her, "Do you know who I am?"

Gail understood Emily's question but couldn't face it, responding, "My Daughter? You're my daughter, aren't you?"

" God, Mom. I'm a lesbian L E S B I A N. Les Be An. That's me, Mom. And you know what?" Gail shook her head—Emily could be forceful at times. "I adore being a lesbian. Check out your pals, your 'former pals' where are they now? Any suitable men in town for a woman your age."

That comment hurt.

"Oh sorry, Mom. I'm not blaming or attacking you, but it's the truth, right?" Gail shook her head again. "It's a fact, isn't it?"

She sighed and continued, "You're right. "

"You're fishing in the wrong pool there, Ma," Emily shared with a horrible southern accent.

"What do you mean?" Gail enquired, aware of Emily's meaning but desiring to hear her articulate it.

"Try meeting women, Mom. Why not come with me tonight, and we can visit some clubs? And if you don't meet someone you like, we'll head home in time for Letterman."

Gail remained silent, still eying the floor, but Emily sensed her curiosity.

"Come on, Mom. What's your decision? Give it a go? Yeah? Okay?"

Gail eventually agreed, "Oh, okay, I mean yes, alright? Yes."

" Do you mean it? Truly?"

Gail nodded twice, a slight smile appeared on the second response. They embraced, and Gail headed to the kitchen where she planned to make herself a coffee.

Emily's self-confidence vanished as soon as her mother left, and she crouched on the bed, clutching her legs while repeating repeatedly, "Oh my God, what have I done?" to herself. She imagined causing a rift between them and that she had hoped for the opposite—Gail would change her mind, and their previous incident would remain a shameful, intimate secret between the two of them.

While Emily asserted herself as Gail Junior in the bedroom department, Gail pondered. She comprehended her daughter's nature—she was a shy and closed-off individual. Gail's actions were a major deviation from her usual behavior, done for her daughter's benefit. And she acknowledged the reality that she had, in fact, savored and derived pleasure from watching her daughter masturbate. She couldn't join in, but her lust for Emily overwhelmed her, causing mental conflict. As soon as Emily showered, Gail made her decision—she would present her mother's naked body to her to even the score.

Gail turned off the tea kettle and removed her clothes in the kitchen, feeling decadent because she'd never been naked in her house except in the bathroom or her bedroom. Driven by the need to right her wrongs and satisfied with her voyeurism, she began considering how to show Emily her bare body.

Finally, Gail heard the sound of the shower's conclusion.

"Should she discover me, or should I go to her?" she contemplated and opted for the latter. Nude, she padded towards Emily's bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Hi dearest, may I enter?" she inquired.

"Of course, Mom, come in," replied Emily, elated her mother still spoke to her. And so, Gail entered and walked over to stand before her daughter.

"Mom," Emily inquired, "What are you doing?"

"I'm standing in front of you in the nude, dear," Gail conceded in a casual tone—she continued, "Honey, I fibbed to you earlier; I was watching you and found 'The Show' quite fulfilling. My God, I savored it and adore you for sharing it with me. I know how hard that must have been for you."

"To begin with, yeah, that's what I believed at first. But the reality is, it's partly that but it's mainly because I just want to be naked in front of you."

Emily removed her bathrobe, wrapping her mother in a naked hug.

"I adore you Mom" she whispered in her mother's ear.

"Gail" her mother corrected her, "I'm Gail."

Emily was perplexed.

"I want to be a woman with you, not your mom. The woman I saw today wasn't my daughter - it was a stunning woman I couldn't control myself around. And I want you as my lover, if you'd have me."

She averted her gaze, worried she'd pushed it too far. In response, Gail gently pressed her lips against Gail's, blowing softly. Instinctively, Gail opened her mouth, and the two kissed. Emily pushed her tongue out to lick the underside of Gail's top lip, who then opened her mouth more and met Emily's tongue.

Emily then spoke. "Have you?" she asked Gail, her voice laced with excitement. "I've fantasized about us being lovers for so long." The two tightened their embrace, creating a magnetic pull.

They spent the afternoon together and both had no desire to put on clothes; however, they agreed they had to if they planned on going out that night.

"Shave me?" Gail requested of her new lover.

"Of course, sweetheart" answered Emily, and she did, on the dining table, skin-to-skin. Gail was thrilled with her freshly-shaved private parts and demanded no underwear for the evening. Emily had no intentions of wearing any either, so they agreed.

Another great idea was to match Gail's hair color and style with her own. They wore the shortest miniskirts Emily possessed and drove to the club together.

Sometimes when you socialize, you run into people by coincidence. Fate had no role in Gail's encounter that night. Everyone in Emily's social circle was there, having fallen in love with Gail without ever meeting her. They'd seen Emily's photos of Gail countless times.

Emily gave a notification that things were going great with Gail, and they immediately understood the hidden message. They were astounded as Gail and Emily walked towards them, their matching hair and makeup making them seem sisters rather than mother and daughter.

"Hi, everyone," Emily beamed, introducing Gail, her former mother and current lover: "I'd like to introduce a lady who was my mother and is now my lover, Gail."

Then, they enjoyed a passionate kiss in front of everyone, causing cheerful voices to erupt. They welcomed the couple with eager hugs and encouraging words.

The music began, and an older woman, Clare, approached where Gail was seated. "May I have this dance, darling?" she asked with a gentle tone.

"Of course," Gail replied, jumping up and connecting her hand with Clare's. They made their way to the dance floor as the slow melody began. Gail tilted her head for a kiss, so Clare leaned down and complied.

"You're amazing," Clare whispered in Gail's ear. However, Gail laughed, "No, I'm just incredibly slow. It's taken me so long." and returned to kissing Clare.

Their "acts" came next, without any trophies awarded. The group members performed on stage, entertaining and amusing everyone. Gail and Emily donned cheerleader costumes with no underwear, causing the crowd to erupt with cheers. When Gail played the role of the dumb cheerleader, standing with the hem of her skirt between her teeth and Emily reprimanding her because anyone could see her label, they brought the show to a halt.

And so, Emily and Gail's life began as loving partners. They kept their romance private, knowing that those who mattered were aware of it. The rest of the world, including Gail's mother, could mind their own business.

Read also:

• Celebrating Chloe's Special Day
• "Chapter 15 of 'My Black Babies' "
• Guidance from Mothers, Volume 2
• Fatherly Love: Chapter 8

Source: www.nice-escort.de