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Naughty Mommy Helps Her Confused Daughter
Kristen panted, coming down from the high of her orgasm from writing her last story when a new one popped into her mind about her sister and her mother. The naughty girl is eager to pen some lezzie incest. After all, the only other people home were her mother and her older sister Sheila.
And I haven’t been writing enough about Sheila, Kristen thought as she headed back to her desk to write the next story.
She was in the middle of the journal. She had been in the middle of the journal for a while without realizing she wasn’t coming any closer to filling it up. She lifted her pen and remembered how she started Sheila down a road of questioning her sexuality.
That was perfect.
* * *
Sheila Miller
I sat at my desk, taking a break from my homework. I stretched my back, my thoughts drifting back to Ms. Franchella, the photographer. How she had seduced me, eaten my pussy, and I had eaten hers. I had never done anything with a girl, let alone a full-grown woman.
A MILF.
Was I gay?
I was starting to think so. It had been so wild. Way better than my tepid experiences with my last two boyfriends. I wasn’t even dating. I was more focused on my premed studies. What was the point in dating if I wasn’t getting anything out of it?
But it wasn’t my classmates I was into. Not the girls at my school. No, no, it was the older women I craved. Ms. Waters in the library or Ms. August, my social studies teacher. Mrs. Jules who taught English was so gorgeous. Mrs. Donean the school’s nurse caught my eye once or twice. And I couldn’t leave out Mrs. Green, the pastor’s wife.
She was so hot.
But she wouldn’t be gay. She was the pastor’s wife for Pete’s sake.
A soft knock rapped on the door.
“Oh, hey, Mom,” I said as the door opened.
Mom poked her head in, her blonde hair spilling around her face. She was home, but Dad wasn’t. He was still out selling. He was a great salesman while Mom made low-budget horror films. It was a special sort of family.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Just making sure you’re not studying too hard,” she said. “There’s more to life than being cooped up in your room. You should be out having fun.”
“You don’t say that to Kristen,” I said.
“Your sister is… different.” Mom shook her head. “That girl lives in her head writing those stories in her room. But you… You don’t have to push yourself so hard. You have great grades.”
“I’m not pushing myself too hard,” I said.
“Got a date for Friday or Saturday?”
“No, Mom,” I said. “I have better things to do than have a boy fumble for my panties.” I wanted it to be a sexy woman. A MILF. Oh, I wished there was a MILF who would just crawl beneath my desk and eat my pussy, but the only woman in the house was Mom.
None of our neighbors were MILFs. I was too scared to make a pass at a teacher. I didn’t know what to do about this infatuation for older women. Mom closed the door. I looked down at the textbook for my social studies class, my thoughts full of the busty and blonde Ms. August.
I couldn’t think of anything but her as I tired to study for the upcoming test.
* * *
Sheila can’t focus on homework. She has the hots for our Mom. Our Mom is the ultimate MILF. Incest is what makes her that. She’s not just any mother Sheila would love to fuck. She’s Sheila’s mother.
That makes Mom the ultimate prize.
The ultimate object of desire for the burgeoning lesbian. Sheila has to know if she’s gay. She has to find out if its MILFs she loves. She can’t wait any longer. It’s just her and Mom. I didn’t count. Everyone knows I just stay in my room writing. Sheila knows I won’t interfere.
This is her best chance to seduce our mother. She’s going to take it. So she throws down her pencil, her pussy on fire, and heads on out.
* * *
Sheila Miller
I just couldn’t focus on my social studies test. I couldn’t think of anything but Mom. She was just so hot. So sexy. The ultimate MILF. She gave birth to me. That made her a true mother. My mother. I licked my lips. Screw the others.
Ms. August. Ms. Waters. Mrs. Greene. None of them held a candle to my blonde and sexy mother.
I threw down my pencil and rose, my pussy on fire. I had to do this. I had to seduce her. I had no idea how. I would figure it out as I threw open my door. I passed Kristen’s room on the way to the stairs. She wouldn’t come out of there. She was in her own world writing her stories.
Tame stuff, I was certain. I doubted Kristen even knew she had a pussy between her legs.
I reached downstairs and found Mom sitting down in a bathrobe watching TV. She hit pause on Outlanders. She loved re-watching the show. She smiled at me as I strode to her, my pussy burning hot. My boobs jiggled in my tank top. I had a pair of shorts. I was dressed comfortably.
“Decided to take a break after all?” Mom asked. I noticed her bare feet, her toes curling.
“Yeah,” I said, inspiration bursting in me. I knew how I could seduce my mother. A wave of heat rushed through me. She was so gorgeous. “Can I give you a foot rub?”
Mom’s eyebrows drew down in suspicion. “What do you want?”
A flutter of guilt and fright washed through me. Did she know? “I can’t just give my mother a foot rub?” I asked as I dropped to my knees before her. I grabbed her foot and lifted it. “What’s so weird about that.”
“A, you’re my child. B, you’re wanting to do something nice for me. C, that means you want something from me.” Mom arched an eyebrow. “Well, what is it?”
“I just want to do something nice for you,” I protested, my fingers rubbing at her feet. My cheeks burned as she stared at me. “That’s all.”
“Right, right,” Mom said. “Well, if you do a good enough job, I just might be up for saying yes to anything.”
I so wanted to hear that.
I rubbed her foot. She groaned, her legs spreading. Her purple bathrobe was tied loosely. The fabric draped over her thighs. I glanced up and froze at what I saw. Her pussy. I could see her twat. Not only that, Mom shaved.
I shuddered at the sight of her pussy. It beckoned me as I rubbed her leg. Mom closed her eyes, sighing softly. She was in heaven here. Not paying attention to what I was doing. That was just perfect. I licked my lip as I stared at her siren snatch.
She had thick folds and not a tight slit like me. Her pink folds blossomed like the petals of a gorgeous flower. All those jokes about O’Keeffe painting pussies and not flowers really made sense to me as I stared at Mom’s snatch.
I had to feast on her. I had to get closer to her.
I slid my hands up her calves now. I loved the feel of kneading her legs. I was so glad that Britney was having a rare sleepover at Noriko’s house instead of Noriko coming over here. My brother was out on a date with both his girlfriends. Dad was working late. Just Mom and me.
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I worked my hands higher and higher up Mom’s legs. I passed her knees to her thighs. She groaned louder, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy lips parted more. I could see into her pink depths. Juices beaded along them. The sweet musk of her pussy filled my nose. How delicious.
My mouth watered as my hands worked up her thighs. I was closer and closer, leaning forward. My sandy-blonde hair spilled around my face. My big boobs jiggled in my tank top, no bra to constrain them. I was so close to Mom. I just had to lean forward and bury–
Mom’s eyes opened. “What are you doing, Sheila?”
I froze, my heart leaping up into my throat. I didn’t know what to do or say as she stared down at me. Her eyes bored into me. I swallowed as I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I was busted. How could I play this off?
Mother smiled. It was a strange one. Naughty. Confusing. “I thought you were straight, but if you want to seduce your mother…”
* * *
Mother knows exactly what Sheila needs because Mom has known Sheila is gay and has the hots for her.