All Novel Romance
4
She’d been feeling particularly horny one afternoon in the previous week, and had opened the drawer where her mother kept her lingerie. She’d felt even more aroused when she’d found the vibrator, so she’d removed her clothes and put on a pair of her mother’s stockings, and one of her suspender belts, and had fucked herself with the device. It gave her an enormous thrill to lie on her mother’s bed, in her mother’s underwear, and to make herself come with her mother’s sex toy.
Fiona was left stunned, her daughter had got the better of her again. She really needed to have a serious conversation with her, but that would be impossible while Sophie was around. To her relief, Sophie went home on Sunday afternoon, so she asked Annabelle to join her in the lounge to clear the air.
“We need to talk.”
“Would you sleep with Sophie?”
“No, don’t be ridiculous, she’s your girlfriend for goodness sake.”
“What if she wasn’t?”
“I want to talk about us, not Sophie.”
“Is there an us?”
“You know what I mean.”
“You didn’t deny that you wouldn’t mind sleeping with a woman.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
“What? Annabelle will you please stick to the point.”
“You know that I’d go to bed with you if you asked me to.”
“For God’s sake, Annabelle, that’s completely inappropriate, it’s a good thing that I recognise your perverted sense of humour, will you stop this nonsense now please?”
“I mean it, no one should have to go without when someone who loves them is willing to give them sexual fulfilment. It’s not as if you don’t like women, I know you had an affair with Sylvie DuPont, I don’t blame you, I googled her, she could have me any time.”
“Oh God, how did you find out?”
“I overheard some gossip at work when no one knew that I was listening. It’s hot to think of you in bed with with her.”
“Well don’t.”
“Come on Mummy, I know you got off on watching Sophie making me come last night.”
“That was completely unintentional.”
“On your part, perhaps.”
“That’s enough now Annabelle. You must put all of this nonsense out of your mind. I don’t mind you being tactile with me, but there are limits you know, and you can’t just say whatever you like to me.”
“Okay Mummy, you win, for now. What’s on the telly, you choose something for us to watch and I’ll make us a cup of tea.”
Fiona knew that it was no good pursuing the matter any further while her daughter was in one of her playful moods. She let her cuddle up to her on the settee while they watched tv together, and she enjoyed the warmth of her breast pressing into the back of her arm. She could feel a hard nipple poking into her elbow; she did nothing to avoid the contact.
She had to admit to herself that the line between tactile, platonic affection, and incestuous seduction, was beginning to blur. She no longer kidded herself that she could enjoy her daughter’s flirtation without consequences. She wasn’t completely certain, but she had a strong feeling that her daughter was serious when she’d offered to sleep with her.
What was even worse, was that she had become mildly aroused at her daughter’s suggestion; she hoped that the damp patch, that she knew had appeared in her panties, had not soaked through to her leggings. She didn’t want to think about it just now, so she played with Annabelle’s long hair as they sat together.
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The events of the weekend had taken Fiona and Annabelle’s relationship into uncertain territory. On the Monday morning, in the hallway, in their tight skirt suits, heels and stockings, Annabelle pulled her mother into a clinch, caressed her right buttock with her left hand, and kissed her on the lips. She did the same thing when her mother came home from work in the evening. Fiona no longer bothered to admonish her for fondling her backside, and gradually an emboldened Annabelle started to take even more liberties.
Her embraces lasted longer, her kisses were now more than just a brief meeting of lips; they lingered for a second or two. She brushed none existent crumbs off her mothers breasts, she started to embrace her from behind, pressing into her back and buttocks, and wrapping her arms around her midriff and feeling the weight of her breasts on the backs of her hands; holding her in this way for long moments and kissing her neck.
Fiona was usually the first to break away from their sensual embraces, she knew that she ought to put a stop to them, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. As the summer months passed by, she allowed herself to get drawn deeper and deeper into Annabelle’s clutches. She couldn’t help herself, she felt a frisson of excitement and arousal when Annabelle held her, but she’d convinced herself that she was still in control of her own actions, and wouldn’t do anything that she shouldn’t.
Annabelle was by now completely besotted by her mother, she wanted her so badly, and she made up her mind to make it happen. She started to touch and kiss her mother at every opportunity. She fondled her thighs and suspender straps, squeezed her breasts, pressed her against the kitchen sink and the freezer cabinet door. On one occasion, she even bent her over the kitchen table and tried to kiss her on the lips. Fiona drew the line at that and pushed her away, but she started to wonder how much longer she could hold out.
One Sunday evening in early October, Annabelle came home with the news that she’d finished her relationship with Sophie. Her mother commiserated with her, she couldn’t tell at first whether she seemed happy or unhappy with the breakup.
They stood in the kitchen, Annabelle in her skin tight jeans and stilettos, and a tight angora wool top that showed off her breasts, and always made Fiona want to caress them whenever she wore it. Fiona was in tight leggings, and a three quarter length sleeve, cropped, boat neck sweater that lay nicely over her breasts and hung loosely at her waist.
“Was it a mutual decision darling,” asked Fiona as she stroked her daughter’s hair.
“Sort of I suppose.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yes, can we, it involves you,” said Annabelle with an enigmatic smile.
“Me? How so?”
Annabelle approached her mother, placed her hands on her shoulders, and eased her back into the right angle of the kitchen worktop. Then she leaned into Fiona and hugged her lovingly. Fiona responded by embracing her daughter and putting her head onto her shoulder. Perhaps this would be a moment where she could comfort her daughter like a normal mother.
“I’m intrigued darling, how could it involve me? Have I done something she disapproved of?”
“Sadly not.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, don’t get me wrong, she’s very good in bed, but I wanted to explore other possibilities.”
Annabelle lifted her head from her mother’s shoulder and looked directly into her eyes as she pressed her pelvis into her.
“What other possibilities?”
“I sort of told her that I wanted to try a threesome.”
Fiona stayed silent, she had no idea what was coming next as her daughter played with the loose hem of her sweater.
“We were fantasising about who we’d like to fuck if we could have anyone we wanted, and I said that I’d like to watch you and her in bed together.”
Fiona felt a jolt of arousal in her pussy. She knew that she should be appalled, but she wasn’t.
“She seemed slightly shocked,” continued Annabelle, “but I could tell she was aroused by the idea. Eventually, she said that she definitely would fuck you, but without me watching because that would be creepy.”
Fiona wanted to say that she understood why Sophie would feel that way, but the words would not come out of her mouth.
“Then I told her that I’d want to join in and make it a threesome. She said ‘What? Are you telling me that you want to fuck your mother? That’s gross.’ She just sat with her back to me and refused to speak me. I told her that I wasn’t going to apologise for the way I felt about you, and she told me to go.”
Fiona’s heart was thumping in her chest. Despite her efforts to keep it in check, her pussy misbehaved. It didn’t help that her daughter’s pubic mound was pressing into hers. Her nipples hardened, she could feel her pussy juice beginning to trickle into her panties.
“Well, aren’t you going to say anything Mummy?” Asked Annabelle as she slipped her hands up under the cropped hem of her mother’s sweater, over her warm torso, and squeezed her firm breasts through her bra.
“Annabelle don’t do that, stop it,” cried Fiona as she grabbed her daughter’s arms and used all of her strength to push her away.
A clearly shaken Fiona tried to deflect attention from what had just happened, by going to the sink to fill the kettle. Annabelle followed her, hugged her from behind, and kissed the nape of her neck. Fiona struggled free again and gave a her daughter an admonishing look, but she still couldn’t find the will to tell Annabelle what she should have told her many times now. She knew she should have addressed the issue head on, and said that she was her mother, and she would never allow herself to have sex with her, under any circumstances.