The Blackout
All characters in this story are consenting adults above the age of 18. The story does contain an i****tuous scene which is purely based on fantasy. If this offends you I would advise you to skip this story. For all others I always appreciate any comments or emails.
EC
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Piper had always been around the house since we moved to the neighborhood. She was my daughter's age and they almost immediately became friends, having sleepovers and doing homework together. She never needed to knock to come in the house and it was never a surprise to find the two of them on the couch watching movies in the evenings or outside in the yard together during the summer. Once they both graduated my daughter, Julie, decided to go to the state college a couple of hours away but Piper remained to go to the local college, saving money by staying at home. She would still come round from time to time and I appreciated the company, my marriage had long since ended and apart from Julie's occasional visits back home I didn't have much in the way of social interaction. I worked from home and despite efforts made by the neighbors my age to make friends; I never had much in common with them and preferred to live vicariously through the college gossip from Julie and Piper.
My own college life had been cut short by my pregnancy and I dropped out at the age of 20 before finishing my degree part time as Julie was a teenager. She was an only c***d and we were very close, especially after her father left us, with little attempt to maintain a relationship with his daughter. While Julie only opened up to me as a nineteen-year-old daughter would, Piper was completely transparent, detailing almost every aspect of college life for me, over some leftovers or a glass of wine. She had moved beyond being my daughter's friend to being my friend too. Looking back on it I should have been aware of what was happening, of how Piper slowly became more dependent on my company and how she would give me a look sometimes that suggested there were other feelings simmering.
Perhaps I was k**ding myself too, that our ever-lengthening chats were platonic banter to pass the time. I probably lied to myself that I was merely a woman shy of forty envying the beauty of a younger girl every time I took a second glance at her figure or her soft skin. The pang I felt when she mentioned someone she was interested in could only have been a yearning for my own youth not the attentions of my daughter's best friend.
At least that was what I told myself until one Friday evening I heard her familiar knock at the kitchen door and I went to open it.
"Hi Miss Olsen, I saw the light was still on, I'm a little tipsy and didn't want to go home just yet." It made me laugh she still called me that even though I had tried in vain to get her to call me by my first name, old habits die hard I supposed. She was a very pretty girl, slim and athletic, her hair always changed color and style and this night it was shoulder length auburn. She could look older and brooding when she forgot to smile but once she did, she looked like the warmest person you could meet, innocent and carefree.
"Hi Piper, what did you get up to tonight? Do you need some water?" I was half way through a bottle of wine myself but it didn't look like she needed any more booze.
"Sure, I went to a party, it was fun but things got kinda weird towards the end." I brought her the water and we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen island.
"Oh yeah? How so?" I was anticipating more boy trouble; it seemed she always had a revolving door of admirers to juggle.
"Well Ashley...from school, I made out with her." This was a bit of a surprise but I hid it, I didn't want her to feel any stranger about the situation.
"That's just college, I'm sure these days it's pretty normal for those things to happen."
"Did it ever happen to you?" I laughed.
"You better not tell Julie a word of this but yes, I made out with my roommate's older sister once in college, it was no big deal really." I had done more than make out with her but I wasn't going to tell Piper that; the pang for those times when I felt like I could do anything returned. There was an awkward pause between us as Piper looked at her glass of water.
"Ashley's such a phony anyway, she's always hitting on all the other girls and says she only likes women but I don't know anyone who has done more than kiss her, I think it's all for attention." She downed the rest of the water. "Did you enjoy it? You know did you ever want to do more with this girl you mentioned?" I wasn't sure that I was enjoying where this was going so I absent-mindedly picked the glass up and walked to the fridge to refill it.
"Lisa was her name...sure I enjoyed it but we kept it friendly," a lie. The memory of the weekend spent with her, exploring ourselves made my stomach knot. I became aware of Piper getting up and following behind me as I poured the water. I turned with the glass in my hand and met her green eyes, a foot away from mine, usually sparkling with glee but now staring at me with intent.
"I wanted to do more tonight but I don't think Ashley was the right person." She took the glass of water and set it down on the counter.
"Well then maybe just wait for the right..." I was cut off as Piper leaned in to kiss me, I recoiled, leaning back to avoid her lips and gently pushing her back. "No, Piper, what are you doing?"
"I don't want Ashley..." She came again at me, she was almost my height but was more petite, her hands reached out this time, to touch my cheek and pull me in; I fended them off as best I could, not wanting to get too physical.
"Piper, this isn't a good idea, you've had too much to drink, just think about things..." She held my face stronger this time, looking into my eyes.
"I've been thinking about things for a long time...please..." She kissed my lips and this time I didn't try to move out of the way, hoping that one kiss would help her come to her senses. As our lips touched the back of my mind quietly let an inkling of control fall, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume hitting my senses.
"Please Piper...I'm Julie's mom...we can't do this." My voice sounded suddenly weak, my heart starting to beat faster; my body needing an extra breath now.
"Nobody needs to find out...just tonight." She kissed me again and I let her hold it for an extra second, my eyes closing briefly, my body responding despite my sensibilities screaming at me to stop. Her hand ran down my body and slipped between my thighs, moving upwards toward my crotch. I jerked and pushed it away but she didn't stop, pressing her body closer to mine, her hand going back to my thighs.
"Please don't do this..." It was an honest plea to stop before we did something we regretted, but it was lost on her.
"Just tonight...I promise." We kissed again and this time our tongues met, I whimpered with the feeling, my body now reminding me that I hadn't had any intimate contact for over a year. I moved to push away her insistent hand but I failed to get to it before it pressed against my mound, making me gasp as its tenderness resonated through my body, signaling the end of my protests. Piper stopped to look at my face, smiling slightly as she realized as well that I had given in.
What followed was a race to bring each other to an orgasm. Our mouths locked and our tongues dove into each other's mouths, my hands now on her body as well, groping and squeezing everything, pressing against her crotch through her jeans. We broke for air and to shed clothing in intervals, my skirt went, her top was pulled over her head and discarded, my blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans were pushed down to her ankles. We sank to our knees on the cold kitchen floor tiles, not having the patience to move to a bed or a couch. We opted out of removing our bras, simply pulling the straps over our shoulders exposing our breasts and hard nipples for the other's mouth. We paused for a second to take in our bodies, my large bosom with thick nipples, her smaller upturned breasts with aching pink points. It was only a momentary respite before our mouths and hands returned to each other.
We took turns suckling on each other, our hands now finding each other's clit, soft pleas urging each other on. Our fingers slid into each other, making us moan in tandem panting between kisses, our movement more feverish with the increase in sensation. We both came quickly and violently, our legs seizing up and clamping together; our free hands, mine in her hair and hers on my breast, clenched and pulled us tighter together as we cried out. We shuddered through the aftermath, holding each other long after it went, knowing when we finally released we would have to face the guilt.
And the guilt did come, like a bullet to the heart. We let go and stood up, putting our clothes back on while avoiding the other's eyes. It took concentration to not cry immediately, I cleared my throat to disguise the oncoming tears.
"I think you better go Piper..." I let myself glance at her once and saw that her tears had already started as she stared at the ground, making her way out the door. The second it was closed behind her the dams broke and I sobbed. I cried for many things, for the betrayal to my daughter, for my inability to stop what I felt was wrong. Deep down I knew that the most upsetting thing was that I had just experienced a passion that had been absent in my life for almost twenty years and that I couldn't continue it.
***
Saturday passed without any drama and by Sunday evening I was beginning to hope that the event could be forgotten about, hidden in memory like a dream. But then the texts came. She had only used my number a few times before, when Julie's phone died at the movies and they needed a ride.
I can't stop thinking about you.
My heart plummeted for fear; the possibility that it would be forgotten was gone.
It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened.
I want to be with you again.
My head ignored the message but my body didn't. I tried to masturbate that night while thinking about anything else: a man, another woman, but Piper would infiltrate the scene, cutting my brain off at every turn. And ultimately it was her that pushed me over the edge, the shame returning afterward.
Another day went by until the familiar knock was heard late afternoon on Tuesday. I readied myself to be stern and to put our indiscretion in the past. It was a fruitless effort as beyond the door Piper was standing with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I tried to..." she could only manage before I took her hand and pulled her into my arms as I hated myself for doing this to her. She cried against my neck, hugging me tightly until her sobs died and I felt her wet lips kiss my skin. I didn't protest this time, I couldn't; my will was outgunned by Piper and my body's need. When she looked at me with puffy eyes I stroked her face before kissing her tenderly, reigniting the passion.
This time we made it as far as the couch before urgency took its stand and we frantically shed our clothes. I knew it was wrong and I even whispered a helpless "No" as Piper kissed her way down to between my legs. She didn't listen and I spread my thighs in resignation, giving her mouth what it wanted. My clit was swollen and hot and her tongue was the balm to take away its ache. Her eyes glared up at me, watching me moan and twist my face to her hunger. When she pushed me over the edge I screamed her name out and squeezed my thighs around her head. If there was regret after my orgasm it was hidden by my desire to taste her.
I kissed her deeply, sucking my sex from her tongue and then throwing her back onto the couch. She grunted as I started to lick her, drinking from her running hole. She twitched and squirmed through with every lap I laid on her, squeezing her own breasts as I pressed my mouth harder on her. She came with a squeal, my arms holding her hips down through her spasms, not giving her any rest from my mouth.
I lay on top of her once it was done, our heavy breathing filling the silent room. We stroked and cradled each other, letting the time pass without saying a word, both of us lost in a cocktail of excitement and dread. When she finally left it was only a goodbye with our eyes and a gentle squeeze of the hand. We both knew that it wasn't the last time.
And so the pattern continued. Piper would visit me in the evening or after class, we barely talked from the moment I answered the door to the moment she left. Our lovemaking became less rushed as we sought to prolong the intensity, eking ourselves to a climax instead of charging through it. We would sit or stand naked in front of each other, taking turns to explore our bodies with our hands and mouths, looking deep into each other's eyes.
On the sixth encounter Piper broke her silence. She was lying on top of me in the bedroom, straddling my thigh, our hips grinding on each other. We were clasping each other's faces, staring deep in the other as the friction slowly built, perspiration forming where our skin met. We were moaning together with every pelvic thrust. When Piper got closer she gasped the haunting words I had hoped would never come.
"I'm in love with you..." It scared me and I couldn't respond but my hips never stopped moving. All I could do was kiss her, but she managed to say them again once more before our tongues met, the words almost accelerating our climax that followed shortly, my hands squeezing her buttocks into me as I came.
She spent the night for the first time on that occasion, and from that point on I stopped lying to myself that I wanted the relationship to end and began to look forward to every hour I got to spend time with Piper. We kept it private, only showing affection to each other behind closed doors, and even though there was an acceptance we still shared the fear of being caught.
Our attraction for each other was voracious and we maintained the intensity of our early encounters throughout. Piper's appetite for experimentation was limitless; she was young and wanted to try everything with me; her eagerness waking a sexual curiosity that had laid dormant for years. I agreed to everything, the foreplay starting days before the act with a suggestive text that I would nervously accept. She would detail everything she wanted to do to me, building my anticipation until I would be left helplessly begging her to use my body however she wanted. In that way, almost seamlessly I ceded control to her until I realized one day I would do anything for her, the intoxication of our lovemaking had rendered me weak and powerless, hopelessly waiting for my next fix.
Piper relished her role, always pushing the boundaries. We explored kink and role play; she told me what to wear and how to act, she would interrogate me when I was at my most aroused, always delving deeper into my mind to discover my next hidden fantasy. She transformed me into a confident sexual woman finally happy with her body free from self-doubt.
Towards the end of May our moods changed; we became more introverted, we knew what was coming. Julie would be returning from college for the summer and our opportunities to be alone together would be severely limited. I almost resented my daughter for it, I was finally happy and now it was being taken away from me. I knew I was being selfish, that it would only last three months; so we both resolved to think positively, to make the few occasions together that summer truly special.
***
It was awkward at first when Julie first came home, Piper and I reverting back to our previous dynamic. Piper almost spent more time around the house on the pretense that she wanted to spend time with Julie but I soon realized it was just to be close to me. At first we would exchange a knowing glance when Julie wouldn't notice or she would brush close to me, a hand on my arm if Julie left the room. But slowly we became more daring: a hurried kiss in the hallway or if Julie took a shower she would pin me against the wall, her wicked hand diving into my pants to pleasure me just enough to make me uncomfortably wet. She would tell me to wear a skirt and remove my panties before she came over, giving her free access in the brief stolen moments we had.
Finally Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and I a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard. Our tease continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice.
When Julie's car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Julie stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, glaring at me.
"Bedroom."
We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, my breaths short.
"Why have you been turning me on all week Miss Olsen?" her green eyes sparkled under her auburn hair.
"Because I need to be fucked and you're the only one that knows how I want it." It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later.
"Turn around." She removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She pulled open my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders bunching around my hands to make my arms more immobile. I was facing the full-length mirrors on the closet doors, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a phallus. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; pantyless by her request. I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole, never inserting it, merely coating it with the production of my arousal.
"This is what you want." She was looking at our reflection over my shoulder, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, leaving a trail of juice and spit, running down to my cleavage and the top of my breasts.
Piper pushed me forward over the side of the bed, pulling her sundress off over her head leaving her standing naked. She fished a harness out of her bag stepping into it and then placing the rubber cock into the hole and fastening it around her hips. She removed another tie, this time wrapping it around my head, the material running between my teeth, letting me bite down on it like a rein.
I grunted as she slapped my ass and then moaned as I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers dipping into me and then spreading the natural lubricant over my entire mound. Then the pressure filled me, I sucked in air as she pushed inside of me, my vagina tightening and then relaxing to take more of its length. Only the initial strokes were gentle, probing my capacity before Piper began to administer longer and harder thrusts into me, the initial resistance evaporating as my body sang with relief to have something inside me.
I watched it all in the mirror, my face contorting in pleasure as Piper fucked me quicker. Her eyes were fixed on the pistoning dildo, her breasts swaying with her body's movement. My grunts were barely muffled by the makeshift gag and they coursed through the room urgently, coaxing Piper to not hold back. I buried my face in the sheets to savor every stroke inside me, letting my climax build within me, my body tingling as I got ever closer.
I looked up one final time wanting to witness the surging orgasm, and then the most heart wrenching terror shot through me as my eyes gravitated to the figure standing in the doorway, her face was broken, struck by fear, disgust and incomprehension. But the worst thing on my daughter's face was the look of palpable devastating hurt: what a mother never wants to see on the face of her c***d.
I twisted and desperately tried to stop Piper, screaming through my gagged mouth, but it only served to encourage; her face intent, oblivious to our audience. She gripped my hips tighter as I tried to roll free, all the time pumping inside of me. My body was stunned by shock and the arousal was going but the orgasm was still coming. Panic set in at the realization that my daughter could witness my climax and my brain screamed at my body to will it away, to reject the stimulus in my flesh. In those brief seconds however, the nerves that mattered most claimed victory, and my unwanted peak erupted through my being, surprising me in its intensity as my head collapsed into the sheets, tears streaming down my face as I wished the interminable waves of ecstasy to stop.
When I shamefully raised my head, my daughter was gone, the sound of her slamming bedroom door rocking the house and echoing into my room where we were both panting for air.
"What the fuck was that?" Piper exclaimed as she undid the saliva drenched gag.
"Shit! Untie me, Julie's back and just saw us."
"What?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" She loosened my binds enough for me to shimmy my wrists free, putting my clothes back together as we both paced up and down in a nervous turmoil.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered loudly.
"I don't fucking know Piper, we fucked up." I really didn't know. My first concern was for Julie's safety, I had to check on her to see if she was going to be ok. I was dreading it but it was my responsibility.
"Should I go talk to her?"
"No, I should. You better go home...you won't want to hear this." Piper nodded, gathered her things and left. I straightened myself out one last time before knocking on Julie's door.
"Julie honey can I come in?" There was no answer but sobs could be heard through the door. I let myself in and my heart broke. She had her face in her hands, her body shaking; she looked up at me with sheer anguish.
"How long?" Tears began to roll down my cheeks.
"Three months...almost four...I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you Julie...it just happened...I guess I was just lonely and..."
"So you fucked my best friend?!"
"I know I'm so sorry...it's not right...it's my fault, I just want you to know that I love you...we both do..."
"Why couldn't you find someone else?! You're not even a fucking lesbian!" There was pure anger in her voice and I knew it was not going to disappear overnight. Her whole life had just flipped upside down with no warning.
"I know...I'm...I'm sorry."
"Just leave me the fuck alone!" I did.
"Ok Julie, you're upset but I want you to know it's over...it never should have happened in the first place." I left her crying, going to my room before I broke down, curling into a ball on my bed, despising myself for what I had done and also mourning the end of a relationship where I had been truly in love.
***
We didn't talk for the next three weeks. Julie was barely around and when she was, an icy resentment permeated the space between us. I tried several times to reconcile but I was brushed off and ignored, left to hope that time would heal.
I met with Piper to end the relationship, telling her that we couldn't continue as her tears fell into her coffee. She begged and pleaded with me to not end it, promising that we would be more careful but I held firm this time, hugging her goodbye and telling her that I loved her one last time before I walked away.
But of course it wasn't the last time; Piper continued to text me desperate pleas and when they failed she tried her erotic self again, trying to seduce me once again to give in. Wall by wall and layer by layer she succeeded. My brain wanted to protect Julie but my heart and body were never truly willing to let Piper go.
After a week I agreed to meet her discreetly at the mall; meeting in a department store like a mother and daughter going shopping. We selected random clothing to supposedly try on in the changing rooms. Once the door closed on the stall our restraint deserted us, her mouth attacking mine, sucking on my neck and chest before she flipped me around and pulled my underwear down from under my dress. I bent over and she pushed her face into me from behind, licking me like I know she loved to, making me bite my knuckle to prevent my groans as I came on her mouth.
We continued to meet like this, in public places where we could satisfy ourselves, a bathroom stall, outdoors at night, or a secluded spot in my car. They were fevered, rushed encounters, without the comfort of a bed or the time for foreplay. I told myself that it was out of necessity, but it was also thrilling and it peeled another layer off my inner a****l. In the throes of my orgasms I would close my eyes and imagine being caught, the stall door opening or a stranger spotting us.
It heightened the feeling, but afterwards I knew that there was a larger darker fantasy that was lurking. I refused to feed it, shunning the temptation to go down the rabbit hole, but it refused to leave me alone until it finally invaded my dreams. The same sensations were there, my wrists bound and my mouth gagged, unable to stop it, the dildo deep inside me. Then my daughter appears, watching me, ignoring my muffled apologies, just staring at us as her hand moves over her body.
When I awoke, tears had formed from my horror but the greater shame lay between my legs: an unbearably damp reminder of my intense arousal. I tried to erase the image but it was impossible, my daughter's dark eyes haunted me.
***
Julie finally broke her silence while I was watching TV, sitting down on the couch.
"Mom, I'm tired of being angry." It was a wave of relief; I knew these were the first small steps to repairing our relationship.
"Oh Julie I'm so very very sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen like this."
"Do you love her?" She was still being cold but at least there was communication. I looked down at my hands, ashamed to meet her eyes.
"Yes, I do. It came out of nowhere honestly, I have been just so dreadfully lonely for so long, she made me feel like a different person, like someone I wanted to be. She made me...happy." I started crying, partly for shame but also from anger that I wasn't allowed to be happy.
"I'm sorry too, I'm just scared that I'm losing the two closest people in my life...it's just so messed up."
"No, I would never do that to you, you're always my priority. If you want us not to be together then I'll do it." I'm not sure if that was a lie or not; I had already tried once to break things off but I hoped that if it meant that Julie would be happy that I could find my strength. The offer hung between us, the seconds ticking by; my heart in my mouth awaiting her response.
"No, I want you to be happy, I guess I just have to get used to it." With that she went to her room. There was no hug, it was still too fresh of a wound for it to completely heal but it was a start.
Two days later, both Julie and Piper came back to the house together. Piper had told me that they were going to meet up to talk about things and I had been anxiously awaiting the outcome. Both their eyes were blood shot from the encounter. Julie offered me a wan smile before disappearing to her room, leaving me alone with Piper.
"How did it go?" She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me.
"I think it's going to be alright."
***
Piper stayed the night for the first time that night. Our lovemaking was slow and silent, both of us relishing the chance to feel the warmth of our bodies against each other; our passion now unfettered by time. We climaxed quietly, muffling our cries with pillows to not disturb Julie in the adjacent room.
The next weeks witnessed a thaw between the three of us. My relationship with my daughter never completely returned to normality but she was at least cordial to me and even managed the occasional smile. Julie and Piper began to spend more time with each other; apparently mending their relationship completely. I was busy with work and they naturally fell back together with little to do during the summer. Piper would still stay the night with me when she could and Julie no longer seemed to mind, or at least would disappear conveniently to hide her discomfort.
I was happy that their relationship had not been ruined but as the days went by and they stayed away from the house for longer evenings, coming back giddy and laughing, I began to feel a pang of jealousy. I hid it but there was the creeping feeling I was being marginalized, my time with Piper was slowly becoming just sexual at the end of the night.
"Do you ever talk about me?" I asked her one evening in bed.
"Yeah...sometimes. She asks about things." Piper was tipsy.
"Like what?"
"Well you know...stuff...like what we do..." She giggled.
"What? And you tell her?"
"Not everything...she was really grossed out at first but I think she's just curious you know?" The image of her interrupting us invaded my mind again, the dream of her watching us; I snapped the memory shut and let the conversation go, not wanting to explore it.
It was only a few days later when it confronted me again. I had had dinner with an old friend that was in town and I returned home late. The lights were still on and as I entered the living room Julie and Piper were sitting on the couch. In the split second that they came into view they jerked away from each other, it was same as catching them in the act, the instinctual panic of being caught kissing by your parents evident on Julie's face. She blushed and excused herself to her room. I glared at Piper but she didn't show any remorse.
"What the fuck Piper?" I was hurt.
"Relax, it was only a kiss, she just wanted to try it." She had stood up to put her hands on my arms; I shrugged them off me.
"But what about us?"
"It's ok, it was her idea...I was just talking about you and me and...she said it was turning her on..." a sheepish smile had crept across her face that hinted at something mischievous. My heart started to pound heavily in panic. I turned and left, dozens of thoughts running through my head; I needed to remove myself from the house.
I drove to the convenience store and for the first time in over ten years I bought a pack of cigarettes, smoking three in rapid succession. My head didn't know what thought to tackle first. The idea that my daughter had become aroused by stories that included me, the suggestiveness in Piper's voice when she had told me, or the darker thought that the image of the two of them kissing secretly turned me on, that I wished I had caught them doing more.
When I returned home the house had assumed a foreboding aura, like a horror film it had steadily transformed from a place of safety to a place of menacing danger. It was quiet when I entered and I feared that I would encounter them together again but Piper was in my bed alone crying.
"I'm so sorry, I don't want to lose you, I'm such an idiot I just thought...I don't know I just want to excite you, please I'm so sorry." My heart caved and I saw her as the young girl she was, confused and desperate to make the person she loved happy. I hugged her tightly before taking her upstairs. Our sex was intense, our faces pressed together as she brought me off roughly with her fingers inside me.
"I want to hear you moan," Piper demanded as her ministrations quickened. I gave in and released the groans I had been keeping quiet, for once not caring that I might be heard, letting them grow louder through my climax, swearing at the top of my voice once I reached my peak.
Once my body recovered I went to the bathroom to pour myself a glass of water but I stopped dead once I entered the dark hallway. Soft whimpers were emanating from Julie's room, her door slightly ajar and a sliver of light illuminating the hallway. At first I thought she might be distressed but as I approached my gut knew that the noises were of a sexual nature. Against my better judgment I peered into her room to find my daughter masturbating naked on her bed, one hand between her thighs and another squeezing a nipple. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. I felt heat rise to my face as I couldn't ignore the beauty of the scene. She had matured into a woman, retaining my soft curves but still being blessed with her father's Latin complexion. I tore my eyes away to creep towards the bathroom, embarrassed that I had watched a second too long. I froze again in the hallway to hear her climax with no attempt to mute herself; just like I had done minutes before.
When I returned to my room her door was shut and I felt panic at the fact she might have heard me pass. Piper was half asleep and I was left alone with my thoughts, I was still wet below and even though I told myself it was still from the sex, I knew deep down some of it had been refreshed by the brief sight of Julie. I pushed the idea away but one fact rose to my brain which scared me: Julie had never left her door open since she had been a c***d.
The following few days I spent in a state of anxiety. Things continued as normal but I held my breath with every corner in the house I rounded, dreading what I might discover. Piper and Julie continued as if nothing had happened, but with every giggle or whisper I heard, my mind wondered what was being said and if I was their topic of conversation. Nothing else happened but there was a tangible rising tension between the three of us that made me excuse myself when in their company. Then the blackout came.
***
In early August the worst storm in a decade swept through the state. The weather report had warned of its arrival but not of its intensity. I had heard the rumbling in the distance and took a shower before the lightning arrived. I had just finished toweling off when the power went out, throwing the house and street outside into complete darkness. I fumbled for my robe and began to feel my way out of the bathroom into the hallway. It was no brighter out there.
"Guys, I'm going to find a flashlight..." I called out to the house. There was no response, but they were in the house somewhere as I had heard them come back before I stepped into the shower. I made my way slowly down the hall, finding the top of the banister to lead me down the stairs. I measured the depth of the steps taking my time to be careful. Outside a crack of lightning signaled the storm was nearing.
At the bottom of the stairs I let the wall guide me into the living room where I headed towards the kitchen. In the middle of the room I was stopped by a soft movement in front of me, and then a hand that gently ran down my chest to my stomach.
"Piper? Where's Julie?"
"Shhh..." I listened to the gentle hush drop to my waist, the presence of Piper kneeling in front of me forming in my head. A hand undid my robe and ran over my hips; a gentle kiss was planted just below my navel. I giggled at her naughtiness.
"No...what about..." I was cut short by her tongue snaking between my legs and running over my clit. I gasped and bit my lip. I couldn't help but to spread my legs a little further apart, I was immediately turned on by the spontaneity. Piper accepted the invitation and pulled my hips onto her mouth, lapping at me eagerly. Through the haze of pleasure that started to build in me, there was a small voice in my head that was telling me that something was not quite right, that the feeling of Piper's mouth was slightly different. It grew louder with every lick until lightning illuminated the room and there in the flash, Piper was sitting on the couch, wide-eyed, her hand down her shorts as she stared at my waist. My heart plummeted in the ensuing darkness, a terrifying realization striking me.
"No...no...no...no...no..." I repeated, horrified I reached down to stop Julie and pulled her up to a stand, holding her cheeks in the dark. "No Julie baby this can't happen..." I begged her. Her hands reached out to my waist stroking the sides of stomach under my robe.
"But I want to..." she whispered. I tried to move her hands away but her face came down on my neck to kiss it.
"No...baby...this is...this is wrong..." there was desperation and fear in my voice. I pushed her head away from me but then her hands returned to my stomach, feathering just under my breasts.
"Can you not feel it Mom?" The question made me pause, I didn't know what she meant until my panic briefly took a back seat to her touch. I realized my skin was lit up at every point that she touched me. I was trembling everywhere; the spot where she kissed me on the neck was burning. My heart was reminding me that her touch was wrong by pounding harder, making my blood rush and turning my entire body into a pulsing nerve. In the back of mind I realized that this sensation could only be created by the forbidden, that no one else but my daughter could elevate my body to such a state of sensitivity.
"No...we just can't..." I was beginning to sound helpless. Fear and panic still remained but they were getting drowned out by the temptation of raw pleasure. I tried to keep her hands away but they were weak and she persisted, running one down my neck to set off more sensations.
"I love you but I need this..."
"I want this too..." Piper had crept up behind me; her presence had been an afterthought until she kissed my neck and pushed the bathrobe over my shoulders, I held it there as a last line of defense, knowing if it fell my life would never be the same.
Lightning struck again closer, imprinting a vision of my daughter in my mind. Her eyes were hungry, her mouth slightly agape, her breasts strained against her tank top. She was beautiful; my stomach tightened as I realized I wanted this as well. The robe fell to the ground and Piper's hands ran down my arms to my wrists, pulling them behind me, this time I didn't struggle.
"Kiss her..." Piper whispered over my shoulder. I wasn't sure who the order was for but we both obeyed as Julie's hands cradled my face, her lips meeting mine. My heart winced and my lips tingled as I gave in, our tongues meeting, the taste of myself still lingering in Julie's mouth. The sensation jolted me into a frenzy; it was overwhelming and stripped me of my last care. We both growled in tandem through our locked lips.
I ripped my hands free from Piper's grip to clutch my daughter's face, pulling it tighter to my mouth. Julie's hands also exploded into activity as I felt them grope at my breasts.
"Suck on her..." I heard Piper order again. The words sent a frisson to my nipples, already hard from arousal I felt them almost reach out further into the darkness for my daughter's mouth. I let go of her face; the lightning was frequent now, making the room strobe. I watched between flashes as her soft wet lips closed around a hard tip, her tongue darting to lick it before sucking on me.
I groaned as the exquisite emanated from my breast to all points of my body. Her black eyes looked up at me no longer seeming to belong to my daughter but instead a possessed succubus full of devilish intent. Behind me I could feel Piper's naked form press against me, her head on my shoulder as she watched, her hands starting to move down body.
Julie released my nipple but before she could move to my other breast I stopped her to pull her top off over her arms, undoing the buttons on her shorts as she effortlessly undid her bra. I buried my face into her breasts, savoring her soft skin with my lips, nursing on her nipples to elicit a sweet whimper. She pushed her shorts down over her hips allowing me to cup the wet folds between her thighs, the whimper being replaced with an urgent groan.
It served as a starter gun, initiating a dash to bring each other to the sinful orgasm we knew was wrong. I was desperate to finish what we started before the lights came back on and revealed the horror we were committing. The flickering light compounding to my addled state of arousal, my hands groping and my tongue searching for anything they could find.
Piper was always close by, stroking us, gently guiding us through our lust, until I found myself on my knees, my mouth pressed hard against my daughter's clit, her legs spread wide as she sat on the couch. I pushed her thighs up to her shoulders, letting me lap deeply. Her moans rose with the claps of thunder around us, her body trembled with every stroke of my tongue, my chin slick with her fluids.
She came with a piercing shriek, gripping my head in place as she bucked against my face, using it to milk every last throe. I barely had time to catch my breath before she brought my mouth to hers to taste herself, almost scaring me with her carnality. She swiveled me to sit down as she licked her way down my body to my pulsating crotch and, God help me, I did nothing to stop her. The adrenalin had pushed me to a different plain where only my flesh mattered.
"Oh God!" I cried out as her mouth found my clit, a searing bolt of pleasure hitting my brain. There had been nothing that had come close before and in the flashing light I saw Piper look up from kissing Julie's back to give me a hungry glare. Julie continued, emboldened by my cry, long hard licks from the bottom of my labia to finish up swirling around my screaming clitoris.
My orgasm built and with every lap my daughter laid on me came the expectation that the next one would push me over. It instead continued to grow inside me, my grunts breathless, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks, until eventually, and mercifully, I climaxed, cursing and screaming my daughter's name at the ceiling, shuddering as the tension of our taboo was released in large waves.
As it left me, my eyes remained closed and the room was still. For a moment I felt that I would awake from a dream, embarrassed by its dark content but still relieved by its fiction. Then fingers stroked my cheek, and the thunder once again clapped. I felt Julie's body move to lie on top of me, her mouth coming down to kiss me once more, my scent on her face.
The storm wasn't over.
by Emersonchristie
EC
***
Piper had always been around the house since we moved to the neighborhood. She was my daughter's age and they almost immediately became friends, having sleepovers and doing homework together. She never needed to knock to come in the house and it was never a surprise to find the two of them on the couch watching movies in the evenings or outside in the yard together during the summer. Once they both graduated my daughter, Julie, decided to go to the state college a couple of hours away but Piper remained to go to the local college, saving money by staying at home. She would still come round from time to time and I appreciated the company, my marriage had long since ended and apart from Julie's occasional visits back home I didn't have much in the way of social interaction. I worked from home and despite efforts made by the neighbors my age to make friends; I never had much in common with them and preferred to live vicariously through the college gossip from Julie and Piper.
My own college life had been cut short by my pregnancy and I dropped out at the age of 20 before finishing my degree part time as Julie was a teenager. She was an only c***d and we were very close, especially after her father left us, with little attempt to maintain a relationship with his daughter. While Julie only opened up to me as a nineteen-year-old daughter would, Piper was completely transparent, detailing almost every aspect of college life for me, over some leftovers or a glass of wine. She had moved beyond being my daughter's friend to being my friend too. Looking back on it I should have been aware of what was happening, of how Piper slowly became more dependent on my company and how she would give me a look sometimes that suggested there were other feelings simmering.
Perhaps I was k**ding myself too, that our ever-lengthening chats were platonic banter to pass the time. I probably lied to myself that I was merely a woman shy of forty envying the beauty of a younger girl every time I took a second glance at her figure or her soft skin. The pang I felt when she mentioned someone she was interested in could only have been a yearning for my own youth not the attentions of my daughter's best friend.
At least that was what I told myself until one Friday evening I heard her familiar knock at the kitchen door and I went to open it.
"Hi Miss Olsen, I saw the light was still on, I'm a little tipsy and didn't want to go home just yet." It made me laugh she still called me that even though I had tried in vain to get her to call me by my first name, old habits die hard I supposed. She was a very pretty girl, slim and athletic, her hair always changed color and style and this night it was shoulder length auburn. She could look older and brooding when she forgot to smile but once she did, she looked like the warmest person you could meet, innocent and carefree.
"Hi Piper, what did you get up to tonight? Do you need some water?" I was half way through a bottle of wine myself but it didn't look like she needed any more booze.
"Sure, I went to a party, it was fun but things got kinda weird towards the end." I brought her the water and we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen island.
"Oh yeah? How so?" I was anticipating more boy trouble; it seemed she always had a revolving door of admirers to juggle.
"Well Ashley...from school, I made out with her." This was a bit of a surprise but I hid it, I didn't want her to feel any stranger about the situation.
"That's just college, I'm sure these days it's pretty normal for those things to happen."
"Did it ever happen to you?" I laughed.
"You better not tell Julie a word of this but yes, I made out with my roommate's older sister once in college, it was no big deal really." I had done more than make out with her but I wasn't going to tell Piper that; the pang for those times when I felt like I could do anything returned. There was an awkward pause between us as Piper looked at her glass of water.
"Ashley's such a phony anyway, she's always hitting on all the other girls and says she only likes women but I don't know anyone who has done more than kiss her, I think it's all for attention." She downed the rest of the water. "Did you enjoy it? You know did you ever want to do more with this girl you mentioned?" I wasn't sure that I was enjoying where this was going so I absent-mindedly picked the glass up and walked to the fridge to refill it.
"Lisa was her name...sure I enjoyed it but we kept it friendly," a lie. The memory of the weekend spent with her, exploring ourselves made my stomach knot. I became aware of Piper getting up and following behind me as I poured the water. I turned with the glass in my hand and met her green eyes, a foot away from mine, usually sparkling with glee but now staring at me with intent.
"I wanted to do more tonight but I don't think Ashley was the right person." She took the glass of water and set it down on the counter.
"Well then maybe just wait for the right..." I was cut off as Piper leaned in to kiss me, I recoiled, leaning back to avoid her lips and gently pushing her back. "No, Piper, what are you doing?"
"I don't want Ashley..." She came again at me, she was almost my height but was more petite, her hands reached out this time, to touch my cheek and pull me in; I fended them off as best I could, not wanting to get too physical.
"Piper, this isn't a good idea, you've had too much to drink, just think about things..." She held my face stronger this time, looking into my eyes.
"I've been thinking about things for a long time...please..." She kissed my lips and this time I didn't try to move out of the way, hoping that one kiss would help her come to her senses. As our lips touched the back of my mind quietly let an inkling of control fall, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume hitting my senses.
"Please Piper...I'm Julie's mom...we can't do this." My voice sounded suddenly weak, my heart starting to beat faster; my body needing an extra breath now.
"Nobody needs to find out...just tonight." She kissed me again and I let her hold it for an extra second, my eyes closing briefly, my body responding despite my sensibilities screaming at me to stop. Her hand ran down my body and slipped between my thighs, moving upwards toward my crotch. I jerked and pushed it away but she didn't stop, pressing her body closer to mine, her hand going back to my thighs.
"Please don't do this..." It was an honest plea to stop before we did something we regretted, but it was lost on her.
"Just tonight...I promise." We kissed again and this time our tongues met, I whimpered with the feeling, my body now reminding me that I hadn't had any intimate contact for over a year. I moved to push away her insistent hand but I failed to get to it before it pressed against my mound, making me gasp as its tenderness resonated through my body, signaling the end of my protests. Piper stopped to look at my face, smiling slightly as she realized as well that I had given in.
What followed was a race to bring each other to an orgasm. Our mouths locked and our tongues dove into each other's mouths, my hands now on her body as well, groping and squeezing everything, pressing against her crotch through her jeans. We broke for air and to shed clothing in intervals, my skirt went, her top was pulled over her head and discarded, my blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans were pushed down to her ankles. We sank to our knees on the cold kitchen floor tiles, not having the patience to move to a bed or a couch. We opted out of removing our bras, simply pulling the straps over our shoulders exposing our breasts and hard nipples for the other's mouth. We paused for a second to take in our bodies, my large bosom with thick nipples, her smaller upturned breasts with aching pink points. It was only a momentary respite before our mouths and hands returned to each other.
We took turns suckling on each other, our hands now finding each other's clit, soft pleas urging each other on. Our fingers slid into each other, making us moan in tandem panting between kisses, our movement more feverish with the increase in sensation. We both came quickly and violently, our legs seizing up and clamping together; our free hands, mine in her hair and hers on my breast, clenched and pulled us tighter together as we cried out. We shuddered through the aftermath, holding each other long after it went, knowing when we finally released we would have to face the guilt.
And the guilt did come, like a bullet to the heart. We let go and stood up, putting our clothes back on while avoiding the other's eyes. It took concentration to not cry immediately, I cleared my throat to disguise the oncoming tears.
"I think you better go Piper..." I let myself glance at her once and saw that her tears had already started as she stared at the ground, making her way out the door. The second it was closed behind her the dams broke and I sobbed. I cried for many things, for the betrayal to my daughter, for my inability to stop what I felt was wrong. Deep down I knew that the most upsetting thing was that I had just experienced a passion that had been absent in my life for almost twenty years and that I couldn't continue it.
***
Saturday passed without any drama and by Sunday evening I was beginning to hope that the event could be forgotten about, hidden in memory like a dream. But then the texts came. She had only used my number a few times before, when Julie's phone died at the movies and they needed a ride.
I can't stop thinking about you.
My heart plummeted for fear; the possibility that it would be forgotten was gone.
It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened.
I want to be with you again.
My head ignored the message but my body didn't. I tried to masturbate that night while thinking about anything else: a man, another woman, but Piper would infiltrate the scene, cutting my brain off at every turn. And ultimately it was her that pushed me over the edge, the shame returning afterward.
Another day went by until the familiar knock was heard late afternoon on Tuesday. I readied myself to be stern and to put our indiscretion in the past. It was a fruitless effort as beyond the door Piper was standing with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I tried to..." she could only manage before I took her hand and pulled her into my arms as I hated myself for doing this to her. She cried against my neck, hugging me tightly until her sobs died and I felt her wet lips kiss my skin. I didn't protest this time, I couldn't; my will was outgunned by Piper and my body's need. When she looked at me with puffy eyes I stroked her face before kissing her tenderly, reigniting the passion.
This time we made it as far as the couch before urgency took its stand and we frantically shed our clothes. I knew it was wrong and I even whispered a helpless "No" as Piper kissed her way down to between my legs. She didn't listen and I spread my thighs in resignation, giving her mouth what it wanted. My clit was swollen and hot and her tongue was the balm to take away its ache. Her eyes glared up at me, watching me moan and twist my face to her hunger. When she pushed me over the edge I screamed her name out and squeezed my thighs around her head. If there was regret after my orgasm it was hidden by my desire to taste her.
I kissed her deeply, sucking my sex from her tongue and then throwing her back onto the couch. She grunted as I started to lick her, drinking from her running hole. She twitched and squirmed through with every lap I laid on her, squeezing her own breasts as I pressed my mouth harder on her. She came with a squeal, my arms holding her hips down through her spasms, not giving her any rest from my mouth.
I lay on top of her once it was done, our heavy breathing filling the silent room. We stroked and cradled each other, letting the time pass without saying a word, both of us lost in a cocktail of excitement and dread. When she finally left it was only a goodbye with our eyes and a gentle squeeze of the hand. We both knew that it wasn't the last time.
And so the pattern continued. Piper would visit me in the evening or after class, we barely talked from the moment I answered the door to the moment she left. Our lovemaking became less rushed as we sought to prolong the intensity, eking ourselves to a climax instead of charging through it. We would sit or stand naked in front of each other, taking turns to explore our bodies with our hands and mouths, looking deep into each other's eyes.
On the sixth encounter Piper broke her silence. She was lying on top of me in the bedroom, straddling my thigh, our hips grinding on each other. We were clasping each other's faces, staring deep in the other as the friction slowly built, perspiration forming where our skin met. We were moaning together with every pelvic thrust. When Piper got closer she gasped the haunting words I had hoped would never come.
"I'm in love with you..." It scared me and I couldn't respond but my hips never stopped moving. All I could do was kiss her, but she managed to say them again once more before our tongues met, the words almost accelerating our climax that followed shortly, my hands squeezing her buttocks into me as I came.
She spent the night for the first time on that occasion, and from that point on I stopped lying to myself that I wanted the relationship to end and began to look forward to every hour I got to spend time with Piper. We kept it private, only showing affection to each other behind closed doors, and even though there was an acceptance we still shared the fear of being caught.
Our attraction for each other was voracious and we maintained the intensity of our early encounters throughout. Piper's appetite for experimentation was limitless; she was young and wanted to try everything with me; her eagerness waking a sexual curiosity that had laid dormant for years. I agreed to everything, the foreplay starting days before the act with a suggestive text that I would nervously accept. She would detail everything she wanted to do to me, building my anticipation until I would be left helplessly begging her to use my body however she wanted. In that way, almost seamlessly I ceded control to her until I realized one day I would do anything for her, the intoxication of our lovemaking had rendered me weak and powerless, hopelessly waiting for my next fix.
Piper relished her role, always pushing the boundaries. We explored kink and role play; she told me what to wear and how to act, she would interrogate me when I was at my most aroused, always delving deeper into my mind to discover my next hidden fantasy. She transformed me into a confident sexual woman finally happy with her body free from self-doubt.
Towards the end of May our moods changed; we became more introverted, we knew what was coming. Julie would be returning from college for the summer and our opportunities to be alone together would be severely limited. I almost resented my daughter for it, I was finally happy and now it was being taken away from me. I knew I was being selfish, that it would only last three months; so we both resolved to think positively, to make the few occasions together that summer truly special.
***
It was awkward at first when Julie first came home, Piper and I reverting back to our previous dynamic. Piper almost spent more time around the house on the pretense that she wanted to spend time with Julie but I soon realized it was just to be close to me. At first we would exchange a knowing glance when Julie wouldn't notice or she would brush close to me, a hand on my arm if Julie left the room. But slowly we became more daring: a hurried kiss in the hallway or if Julie took a shower she would pin me against the wall, her wicked hand diving into my pants to pleasure me just enough to make me uncomfortably wet. She would tell me to wear a skirt and remove my panties before she came over, giving her free access in the brief stolen moments we had.
Finally Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and I a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard. Our tease continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice.
When Julie's car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Julie stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, glaring at me.
"Bedroom."
We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, my breaths short.
"Why have you been turning me on all week Miss Olsen?" her green eyes sparkled under her auburn hair.
"Because I need to be fucked and you're the only one that knows how I want it." It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later.
"Turn around." She removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She pulled open my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders bunching around my hands to make my arms more immobile. I was facing the full-length mirrors on the closet doors, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a phallus. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; pantyless by her request. I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole, never inserting it, merely coating it with the production of my arousal.
"This is what you want." She was looking at our reflection over my shoulder, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, leaving a trail of juice and spit, running down to my cleavage and the top of my breasts.
Piper pushed me forward over the side of the bed, pulling her sundress off over her head leaving her standing naked. She fished a harness out of her bag stepping into it and then placing the rubber cock into the hole and fastening it around her hips. She removed another tie, this time wrapping it around my head, the material running between my teeth, letting me bite down on it like a rein.
I grunted as she slapped my ass and then moaned as I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers dipping into me and then spreading the natural lubricant over my entire mound. Then the pressure filled me, I sucked in air as she pushed inside of me, my vagina tightening and then relaxing to take more of its length. Only the initial strokes were gentle, probing my capacity before Piper began to administer longer and harder thrusts into me, the initial resistance evaporating as my body sang with relief to have something inside me.
I watched it all in the mirror, my face contorting in pleasure as Piper fucked me quicker. Her eyes were fixed on the pistoning dildo, her breasts swaying with her body's movement. My grunts were barely muffled by the makeshift gag and they coursed through the room urgently, coaxing Piper to not hold back. I buried my face in the sheets to savor every stroke inside me, letting my climax build within me, my body tingling as I got ever closer.
I looked up one final time wanting to witness the surging orgasm, and then the most heart wrenching terror shot through me as my eyes gravitated to the figure standing in the doorway, her face was broken, struck by fear, disgust and incomprehension. But the worst thing on my daughter's face was the look of palpable devastating hurt: what a mother never wants to see on the face of her c***d.
I twisted and desperately tried to stop Piper, screaming through my gagged mouth, but it only served to encourage; her face intent, oblivious to our audience. She gripped my hips tighter as I tried to roll free, all the time pumping inside of me. My body was stunned by shock and the arousal was going but the orgasm was still coming. Panic set in at the realization that my daughter could witness my climax and my brain screamed at my body to will it away, to reject the stimulus in my flesh. In those brief seconds however, the nerves that mattered most claimed victory, and my unwanted peak erupted through my being, surprising me in its intensity as my head collapsed into the sheets, tears streaming down my face as I wished the interminable waves of ecstasy to stop.
When I shamefully raised my head, my daughter was gone, the sound of her slamming bedroom door rocking the house and echoing into my room where we were both panting for air.
"What the fuck was that?" Piper exclaimed as she undid the saliva drenched gag.
"Shit! Untie me, Julie's back and just saw us."
"What?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" She loosened my binds enough for me to shimmy my wrists free, putting my clothes back together as we both paced up and down in a nervous turmoil.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered loudly.
"I don't fucking know Piper, we fucked up." I really didn't know. My first concern was for Julie's safety, I had to check on her to see if she was going to be ok. I was dreading it but it was my responsibility.
"Should I go talk to her?"
"No, I should. You better go home...you won't want to hear this." Piper nodded, gathered her things and left. I straightened myself out one last time before knocking on Julie's door.
"Julie honey can I come in?" There was no answer but sobs could be heard through the door. I let myself in and my heart broke. She had her face in her hands, her body shaking; she looked up at me with sheer anguish.
"How long?" Tears began to roll down my cheeks.
"Three months...almost four...I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you Julie...it just happened...I guess I was just lonely and..."
"So you fucked my best friend?!"
"I know I'm so sorry...it's not right...it's my fault, I just want you to know that I love you...we both do..."
"Why couldn't you find someone else?! You're not even a fucking lesbian!" There was pure anger in her voice and I knew it was not going to disappear overnight. Her whole life had just flipped upside down with no warning.
"I know...I'm...I'm sorry."
"Just leave me the fuck alone!" I did.
"Ok Julie, you're upset but I want you to know it's over...it never should have happened in the first place." I left her crying, going to my room before I broke down, curling into a ball on my bed, despising myself for what I had done and also mourning the end of a relationship where I had been truly in love.
***
We didn't talk for the next three weeks. Julie was barely around and when she was, an icy resentment permeated the space between us. I tried several times to reconcile but I was brushed off and ignored, left to hope that time would heal.
I met with Piper to end the relationship, telling her that we couldn't continue as her tears fell into her coffee. She begged and pleaded with me to not end it, promising that we would be more careful but I held firm this time, hugging her goodbye and telling her that I loved her one last time before I walked away.
But of course it wasn't the last time; Piper continued to text me desperate pleas and when they failed she tried her erotic self again, trying to seduce me once again to give in. Wall by wall and layer by layer she succeeded. My brain wanted to protect Julie but my heart and body were never truly willing to let Piper go.
After a week I agreed to meet her discreetly at the mall; meeting in a department store like a mother and daughter going shopping. We selected random clothing to supposedly try on in the changing rooms. Once the door closed on the stall our restraint deserted us, her mouth attacking mine, sucking on my neck and chest before she flipped me around and pulled my underwear down from under my dress. I bent over and she pushed her face into me from behind, licking me like I know she loved to, making me bite my knuckle to prevent my groans as I came on her mouth.
We continued to meet like this, in public places where we could satisfy ourselves, a bathroom stall, outdoors at night, or a secluded spot in my car. They were fevered, rushed encounters, without the comfort of a bed or the time for foreplay. I told myself that it was out of necessity, but it was also thrilling and it peeled another layer off my inner a****l. In the throes of my orgasms I would close my eyes and imagine being caught, the stall door opening or a stranger spotting us.
It heightened the feeling, but afterwards I knew that there was a larger darker fantasy that was lurking. I refused to feed it, shunning the temptation to go down the rabbit hole, but it refused to leave me alone until it finally invaded my dreams. The same sensations were there, my wrists bound and my mouth gagged, unable to stop it, the dildo deep inside me. Then my daughter appears, watching me, ignoring my muffled apologies, just staring at us as her hand moves over her body.
When I awoke, tears had formed from my horror but the greater shame lay between my legs: an unbearably damp reminder of my intense arousal. I tried to erase the image but it was impossible, my daughter's dark eyes haunted me.
***
Julie finally broke her silence while I was watching TV, sitting down on the couch.
"Mom, I'm tired of being angry." It was a wave of relief; I knew these were the first small steps to repairing our relationship.
"Oh Julie I'm so very very sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen like this."
"Do you love her?" She was still being cold but at least there was communication. I looked down at my hands, ashamed to meet her eyes.
"Yes, I do. It came out of nowhere honestly, I have been just so dreadfully lonely for so long, she made me feel like a different person, like someone I wanted to be. She made me...happy." I started crying, partly for shame but also from anger that I wasn't allowed to be happy.
"I'm sorry too, I'm just scared that I'm losing the two closest people in my life...it's just so messed up."
"No, I would never do that to you, you're always my priority. If you want us not to be together then I'll do it." I'm not sure if that was a lie or not; I had already tried once to break things off but I hoped that if it meant that Julie would be happy that I could find my strength. The offer hung between us, the seconds ticking by; my heart in my mouth awaiting her response.
"No, I want you to be happy, I guess I just have to get used to it." With that she went to her room. There was no hug, it was still too fresh of a wound for it to completely heal but it was a start.
Two days later, both Julie and Piper came back to the house together. Piper had told me that they were going to meet up to talk about things and I had been anxiously awaiting the outcome. Both their eyes were blood shot from the encounter. Julie offered me a wan smile before disappearing to her room, leaving me alone with Piper.
"How did it go?" She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me.
"I think it's going to be alright."
***
Piper stayed the night for the first time that night. Our lovemaking was slow and silent, both of us relishing the chance to feel the warmth of our bodies against each other; our passion now unfettered by time. We climaxed quietly, muffling our cries with pillows to not disturb Julie in the adjacent room.
The next weeks witnessed a thaw between the three of us. My relationship with my daughter never completely returned to normality but she was at least cordial to me and even managed the occasional smile. Julie and Piper began to spend more time with each other; apparently mending their relationship completely. I was busy with work and they naturally fell back together with little to do during the summer. Piper would still stay the night with me when she could and Julie no longer seemed to mind, or at least would disappear conveniently to hide her discomfort.
I was happy that their relationship had not been ruined but as the days went by and they stayed away from the house for longer evenings, coming back giddy and laughing, I began to feel a pang of jealousy. I hid it but there was the creeping feeling I was being marginalized, my time with Piper was slowly becoming just sexual at the end of the night.
"Do you ever talk about me?" I asked her one evening in bed.
"Yeah...sometimes. She asks about things." Piper was tipsy.
"Like what?"
"Well you know...stuff...like what we do..." She giggled.
"What? And you tell her?"
"Not everything...she was really grossed out at first but I think she's just curious you know?" The image of her interrupting us invaded my mind again, the dream of her watching us; I snapped the memory shut and let the conversation go, not wanting to explore it.
It was only a few days later when it confronted me again. I had had dinner with an old friend that was in town and I returned home late. The lights were still on and as I entered the living room Julie and Piper were sitting on the couch. In the split second that they came into view they jerked away from each other, it was same as catching them in the act, the instinctual panic of being caught kissing by your parents evident on Julie's face. She blushed and excused herself to her room. I glared at Piper but she didn't show any remorse.
"What the fuck Piper?" I was hurt.
"Relax, it was only a kiss, she just wanted to try it." She had stood up to put her hands on my arms; I shrugged them off me.
"But what about us?"
"It's ok, it was her idea...I was just talking about you and me and...she said it was turning her on..." a sheepish smile had crept across her face that hinted at something mischievous. My heart started to pound heavily in panic. I turned and left, dozens of thoughts running through my head; I needed to remove myself from the house.
I drove to the convenience store and for the first time in over ten years I bought a pack of cigarettes, smoking three in rapid succession. My head didn't know what thought to tackle first. The idea that my daughter had become aroused by stories that included me, the suggestiveness in Piper's voice when she had told me, or the darker thought that the image of the two of them kissing secretly turned me on, that I wished I had caught them doing more.
When I returned home the house had assumed a foreboding aura, like a horror film it had steadily transformed from a place of safety to a place of menacing danger. It was quiet when I entered and I feared that I would encounter them together again but Piper was in my bed alone crying.
"I'm so sorry, I don't want to lose you, I'm such an idiot I just thought...I don't know I just want to excite you, please I'm so sorry." My heart caved and I saw her as the young girl she was, confused and desperate to make the person she loved happy. I hugged her tightly before taking her upstairs. Our sex was intense, our faces pressed together as she brought me off roughly with her fingers inside me.
"I want to hear you moan," Piper demanded as her ministrations quickened. I gave in and released the groans I had been keeping quiet, for once not caring that I might be heard, letting them grow louder through my climax, swearing at the top of my voice once I reached my peak.
Once my body recovered I went to the bathroom to pour myself a glass of water but I stopped dead once I entered the dark hallway. Soft whimpers were emanating from Julie's room, her door slightly ajar and a sliver of light illuminating the hallway. At first I thought she might be distressed but as I approached my gut knew that the noises were of a sexual nature. Against my better judgment I peered into her room to find my daughter masturbating naked on her bed, one hand between her thighs and another squeezing a nipple. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. I felt heat rise to my face as I couldn't ignore the beauty of the scene. She had matured into a woman, retaining my soft curves but still being blessed with her father's Latin complexion. I tore my eyes away to creep towards the bathroom, embarrassed that I had watched a second too long. I froze again in the hallway to hear her climax with no attempt to mute herself; just like I had done minutes before.
When I returned to my room her door was shut and I felt panic at the fact she might have heard me pass. Piper was half asleep and I was left alone with my thoughts, I was still wet below and even though I told myself it was still from the sex, I knew deep down some of it had been refreshed by the brief sight of Julie. I pushed the idea away but one fact rose to my brain which scared me: Julie had never left her door open since she had been a c***d.
The following few days I spent in a state of anxiety. Things continued as normal but I held my breath with every corner in the house I rounded, dreading what I might discover. Piper and Julie continued as if nothing had happened, but with every giggle or whisper I heard, my mind wondered what was being said and if I was their topic of conversation. Nothing else happened but there was a tangible rising tension between the three of us that made me excuse myself when in their company. Then the blackout came.
***
In early August the worst storm in a decade swept through the state. The weather report had warned of its arrival but not of its intensity. I had heard the rumbling in the distance and took a shower before the lightning arrived. I had just finished toweling off when the power went out, throwing the house and street outside into complete darkness. I fumbled for my robe and began to feel my way out of the bathroom into the hallway. It was no brighter out there.
"Guys, I'm going to find a flashlight..." I called out to the house. There was no response, but they were in the house somewhere as I had heard them come back before I stepped into the shower. I made my way slowly down the hall, finding the top of the banister to lead me down the stairs. I measured the depth of the steps taking my time to be careful. Outside a crack of lightning signaled the storm was nearing.
At the bottom of the stairs I let the wall guide me into the living room where I headed towards the kitchen. In the middle of the room I was stopped by a soft movement in front of me, and then a hand that gently ran down my chest to my stomach.
"Piper? Where's Julie?"
"Shhh..." I listened to the gentle hush drop to my waist, the presence of Piper kneeling in front of me forming in my head. A hand undid my robe and ran over my hips; a gentle kiss was planted just below my navel. I giggled at her naughtiness.
"No...what about..." I was cut short by her tongue snaking between my legs and running over my clit. I gasped and bit my lip. I couldn't help but to spread my legs a little further apart, I was immediately turned on by the spontaneity. Piper accepted the invitation and pulled my hips onto her mouth, lapping at me eagerly. Through the haze of pleasure that started to build in me, there was a small voice in my head that was telling me that something was not quite right, that the feeling of Piper's mouth was slightly different. It grew louder with every lick until lightning illuminated the room and there in the flash, Piper was sitting on the couch, wide-eyed, her hand down her shorts as she stared at my waist. My heart plummeted in the ensuing darkness, a terrifying realization striking me.
"No...no...no...no...no..." I repeated, horrified I reached down to stop Julie and pulled her up to a stand, holding her cheeks in the dark. "No Julie baby this can't happen..." I begged her. Her hands reached out to my waist stroking the sides of stomach under my robe.
"But I want to..." she whispered. I tried to move her hands away but her face came down on my neck to kiss it.
"No...baby...this is...this is wrong..." there was desperation and fear in my voice. I pushed her head away from me but then her hands returned to my stomach, feathering just under my breasts.
"Can you not feel it Mom?" The question made me pause, I didn't know what she meant until my panic briefly took a back seat to her touch. I realized my skin was lit up at every point that she touched me. I was trembling everywhere; the spot where she kissed me on the neck was burning. My heart was reminding me that her touch was wrong by pounding harder, making my blood rush and turning my entire body into a pulsing nerve. In the back of mind I realized that this sensation could only be created by the forbidden, that no one else but my daughter could elevate my body to such a state of sensitivity.
"No...we just can't..." I was beginning to sound helpless. Fear and panic still remained but they were getting drowned out by the temptation of raw pleasure. I tried to keep her hands away but they were weak and she persisted, running one down my neck to set off more sensations.
"I love you but I need this..."
"I want this too..." Piper had crept up behind me; her presence had been an afterthought until she kissed my neck and pushed the bathrobe over my shoulders, I held it there as a last line of defense, knowing if it fell my life would never be the same.
Lightning struck again closer, imprinting a vision of my daughter in my mind. Her eyes were hungry, her mouth slightly agape, her breasts strained against her tank top. She was beautiful; my stomach tightened as I realized I wanted this as well. The robe fell to the ground and Piper's hands ran down my arms to my wrists, pulling them behind me, this time I didn't struggle.
"Kiss her..." Piper whispered over my shoulder. I wasn't sure who the order was for but we both obeyed as Julie's hands cradled my face, her lips meeting mine. My heart winced and my lips tingled as I gave in, our tongues meeting, the taste of myself still lingering in Julie's mouth. The sensation jolted me into a frenzy; it was overwhelming and stripped me of my last care. We both growled in tandem through our locked lips.
I ripped my hands free from Piper's grip to clutch my daughter's face, pulling it tighter to my mouth. Julie's hands also exploded into activity as I felt them grope at my breasts.
"Suck on her..." I heard Piper order again. The words sent a frisson to my nipples, already hard from arousal I felt them almost reach out further into the darkness for my daughter's mouth. I let go of her face; the lightning was frequent now, making the room strobe. I watched between flashes as her soft wet lips closed around a hard tip, her tongue darting to lick it before sucking on me.
I groaned as the exquisite emanated from my breast to all points of my body. Her black eyes looked up at me no longer seeming to belong to my daughter but instead a possessed succubus full of devilish intent. Behind me I could feel Piper's naked form press against me, her head on my shoulder as she watched, her hands starting to move down body.
Julie released my nipple but before she could move to my other breast I stopped her to pull her top off over her arms, undoing the buttons on her shorts as she effortlessly undid her bra. I buried my face into her breasts, savoring her soft skin with my lips, nursing on her nipples to elicit a sweet whimper. She pushed her shorts down over her hips allowing me to cup the wet folds between her thighs, the whimper being replaced with an urgent groan.
It served as a starter gun, initiating a dash to bring each other to the sinful orgasm we knew was wrong. I was desperate to finish what we started before the lights came back on and revealed the horror we were committing. The flickering light compounding to my addled state of arousal, my hands groping and my tongue searching for anything they could find.
Piper was always close by, stroking us, gently guiding us through our lust, until I found myself on my knees, my mouth pressed hard against my daughter's clit, her legs spread wide as she sat on the couch. I pushed her thighs up to her shoulders, letting me lap deeply. Her moans rose with the claps of thunder around us, her body trembled with every stroke of my tongue, my chin slick with her fluids.
She came with a piercing shriek, gripping my head in place as she bucked against my face, using it to milk every last throe. I barely had time to catch my breath before she brought my mouth to hers to taste herself, almost scaring me with her carnality. She swiveled me to sit down as she licked her way down my body to my pulsating crotch and, God help me, I did nothing to stop her. The adrenalin had pushed me to a different plain where only my flesh mattered.
"Oh God!" I cried out as her mouth found my clit, a searing bolt of pleasure hitting my brain. There had been nothing that had come close before and in the flashing light I saw Piper look up from kissing Julie's back to give me a hungry glare. Julie continued, emboldened by my cry, long hard licks from the bottom of my labia to finish up swirling around my screaming clitoris.
My orgasm built and with every lap my daughter laid on me came the expectation that the next one would push me over. It instead continued to grow inside me, my grunts breathless, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks, until eventually, and mercifully, I climaxed, cursing and screaming my daughter's name at the ceiling, shuddering as the tension of our taboo was released in large waves.
As it left me, my eyes remained closed and the room was still. For a moment I felt that I would awake from a dream, embarrassed by its dark content but still relieved by its fiction. Then fingers stroked my cheek, and the thunder once again clapped. I felt Julie's body move to lie on top of me, her mouth coming down to kiss me once more, my scent on her face.
The storm wasn't over.
by Emersonchristie
9 年 前
