Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

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OUR MUTUAL SEXUAL DESIRES (enjoy reading)

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Saturday 22nd October 2022: just after 9. 15 am

Fiona's mouth was dry, and her head felt thick with the effects of way too much alcohol. She felt a dull throbbing between her ears as she rolled onto her back. Unexpectedly, her right arm and shoulder made contact with another person, she froze for a moment; not daring to look at the person with whom she was sharing a bed. The first thought that flashed through her mind was that she'd got drunk and fucked some man; God, she hoped it was a stranger she'd picked up, and not someone she knew. Then she slowly became aware that she was in Annabelle's room, and the body lying next to her was her eighteen year old daughter of that name.

Disjointed memories struggled to the surface of her mind. She vaguely recollected being held by Annabelle, and pleading with her, and drinking, how much had she drunk? Then she remembered being helped upstairs by her, and clothes being tugged at and removed. She rolled back onto her left side, and tried hard to piece these memories together, as she did so, Annabelle stirred and cuddled into her back, nuzzling her neck just below her ear.

A sudden sense of panic came over Fiona, her mind was still in complete turmoil; what the fuck had happened? She began to suspect the very worst, and then immediately tried to push it out of her mind, but before she could convince herself that there must be an innocent explanation for finding herself in bed with her daughter, Annabelle caressed her shoulder, lazily swept her hand down over her breasts, traced her finger tips across her abdomen, and cupped her hairy mound. With her daughter's nipples pressing into her back, and her fingers clutching her pussy, Fiona understood, in that moment, that she had been involved in something depraved and very, very wrong.

"Morning Mother, my God you're an incredible fuck," drawled a sleepy Annabelle.

"Oh shit, what the fuck happened? Shit! Annabelle for God's sake..." cried an fearful Fiona as she quickly got out of bed, picked up her navy-blue, pinstriped miniskirt that was lying on the floor, and clutched it to her naked body in a futile attempt to protect her modesty.

"Mother! Don't be coy, you knew exactly what was happening last night when I ate your pussy."

"Oh my God! Please don't joke Annabelle, this isn't funny, I couldn't, I wouldn't..."

"You did mother, we did. Do you really not remember? Oh my God, you don't do you?"

"Annabelle, please don't..."

"What do you want me to say? We ate each other's pussies last night mother, it was incredible, I've been trying to get you into bed for months, you know I have. We started kissing in the kitchen, and I finally got you where I wanted you, on your back, underneath me."

"Oh God!"

Fiona left her daughter's bedroom with considerable haste, and locked herself in the main bathroom. She sat forlornly on the toilet seat, still clutching her short pencil skirt to her breasts. She felt sick with the effects of alcohol and the slowly dawning realisation of what had happened last night.

She closed her eyes, and images of her lustful deprivation started to fall into place. She remembered trying, half heartedly, to resist her daughter's sexual advances, struggling with the immorality of her desire to be fucked by her. She remembered the moment that her resistance broke, when Annabelle pressed her fingers against her pussy through her skirt. She gave a low moan as she realised that she had at last yielded to her daughter, had consented to their sexual union.