7: Daisy
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We awoke together in Lizzy’s bed. I stretched around and touched her side, feeling her soft, warm, naked flesh.
“Wake up, Lizzy. You have to get to work.”
A groan came from the other side.
“No, Mum, I don’t want to go in today. I’ll send them a text to say I’m not well. Can you get Tim off to school, please?”
So I rolled out of bed and staggered around looking for my clothes before quietly leaving Lizzy to sleep.
Then it was the usual rush around to get Tim ready in time and feed him breakfast while gulping a welcome mug of tea for myself.
By nine o'clock, I was back indoors, tidying the kitchen, when Lizzy came in.
“Cuppa, love?
"Yes, please, Mum. I’m parched.”
I brewed enough for the two of us, and we sat at the kitchen table on opposite sides, sipping the hot drink.
Lizzy looked up, and our eyes locked. A hand slipped across the table, and her fingers intertwined with mine.
“Last night was beautiful, Mummy. Incredibly special. I want to do it again; I need to do it again.”
I looked across at my beautiful daughter, who had been my lover yesterday.
“Lizzy, I want to make love to you again and again.”
We both leant across the table; our lips touched over the centre, and then our tongues played around, flicking between our two mouths.
After a while, we both drew back, sitting on our own sides, staring dreamily into each other's eyes.
“Mummy, I think we need to think about how we play together, what toys we have, and how we dress to arouse ourselves. I suggest we get my laptop and sit together in the lounge and browse some websites.”
“I think you are right. I have a tiny bullet vibrator; it helps me when I want to cum.”
“Ah, Mummy, you aren’t as innocent as you seem! I’ve got a small vibe too, but we will need more than that for the two of us.”
So we finished our tea, then went into the lounge and sat together on a sofa. Lizzy picked up her laptop, set it on my lap, and quickly keyed in a search for sex toys.
The lists seemed endless; I had no idea where to start.
“We need a double-ended vibe, Mum.”
Once again, she clicked here and there, and then suddenly the screen was filled with a long, curved device with a wire leading to a controller.
“I don’t like the colour.”
“Oh, Mummy, it will be inside us; you’ll never see it. It has straps to hold it on one person, who mounts the other and fucks her.”
“Yes, dear, but one end is shorter than the other.”
“That is just an optical illusion. Each end is curved, so if I wear it when I am fucking you the curve bears down on your clit.”
“Oh, goodness, Lizzy, it sounds very complicated.”
“Now, Mum, let's find something to wear.”
More clicking and scrolling followed, then on the screen flashed up a picture of a lacy, black bustier with shiny side panels.
“Do you like this, Mummy? It’s strappy, open crotch, and the top part can be pulled aside for me to suck your nipples.”
“That is nice, dear, but I’m not exactly slim.”
“Don’t worry, Mum, they do it in a plus size. Now for me.”
She scrolled around again, then up popped a picture of a bright red, wet-look body. It looked incredible on the model, with a high collar and a zip running all the way down the front.
“That is sexy, Mum; it turns me on just looking at it. The zip goes around to the back, so I can have any part open to touch.”
“Yes, dear, I can see how it would work.”
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8: Lizzy
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I wasn’t too sure whether Mummy was really on board with my ideas. Still, someone had to take charge, and I was not going to let her prevaricate.
Looking at all the toys and lingerie was turning me on; the kiss over the table had started my arousal, but by the time we had got to the red body, I could feel the wetness in my crotch, so I closed the laptop and put it on the floor, then turned to Mummy and kissed her full on the lips.
I let my hand wander across her leg, then slid up her thigh until I was pressing against the material of her blue jeans.
I shifted my kiss across her cheek, then whispered into her ear. “I want to make love to you, Mummy.”
Nibbling at her earlobe, I used my hand to pull down the zip on her jeans, then slipped my hand inside, felt for her panty waistband, and once inside, pushed down over her mound into the heat between her legs.
She was wet—very wet.
“I want to make you cum, Mummy.”
She groaned as I continued to nibble at her ear.
“Please, baby, please, I want it.”
One finger slipped between her lips, and then I slid it up, feeling the hardness of her clitoral shaft.
Mummy shuddered at my touch, then as I rubbed up and down her shaft, she started to moan, at first quietly, and as I sped up my massaging motion, her moans became groans, louder and more continuous.
Still nibbling at her ear, I pushed her on, feeling her body gently flex as she neared the end. Suddenly she gasped, and her body pulsated as the orgasm ripped through her muscles.
“Oh, oh, baby, please, don’t stop.”
So I kept my finger going, just lightly, for a while as the aftershocks hit one by one. Then, when I sensed she was ready, I worked her clit again, my finger pressed deep into its shaft. It seemed seamless, one orgasm to another, as she screamed in pleasure, her head thrust back into the cushion, mouth wide open, eyes screwed shut, and her legs dancing in mid-air like a marionette.
My mother was lost in a welter of pleasure.
I felt a surge in my pussy; I knew I was leaking copious amounts of gunge; I had to cum too. My spare hand wriggled under my trouser waistband, inside my knickers, and down, past my bush, to the hot, wet space beyond.
I found the centre of my need and started to masturbate myself. At the same time, my other hand continued to pleasure Mummy. Both sped up together. I shifted my mouth from her ear to her lips, then pressed against her. Our tongues flicked, tip-to-tip, as we both climbed the hill to orgasm.
My body rolled around, then I found myself half on top of Mummy, my arms and hands squashed between us. Somehow, my fingers stayed in contact with both clitties while we shuddered together. I shouted into the void of her mouth, and I felt the vibration of her voice pulsating into my throat.
Panting and heaving, we lay there together, and when I could catch my voice, the only words I could say or wanted to say were whispered into her ear.
“I love you, Mummy. I love you, love you, more than anyone in the world.”
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9: Daisy
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Driving home, crawling along the motorway in heavy rain, my knickers soaked through in the crutch, I pondered the events of the past few days.
On Wednesday afternoon, I invited James for a meal. That evening we made love together; it was beautiful, beyond anything I thought could come my way at my age. An old, flabby woman actually being the object of a man’s desire.
On Thursday morning, I made love to my daughter. Who seduced who? I really don’t know; perhaps it was Lizzy’s doing, but it was an incredible experience, beyond anything else in the whole of my sex life.
Friday morning we sat shopping for sex toys and lingerie together, and then we did it again—two huge orgasms.
How could I make sense of it all? Where did James fit into this jigsaw? I wanted to be with him, have him make love to me again, and possibly build a proper relationship, but Lizzy was taking all my attention and time.
Then, the bedroom clothes she chose. I would have wanted silky, floaty, feminine things, not gaudily coloured shiny stuff. How would I use that vibrating double dildo? Fuck my Lizzy, or would she fuck me? Which one would I prefer, or was I just a pawn in her game, destined to be taken on a journey to a destination I would not want for myself?
Oh, problems, problems, Daisy. Still, I had the weekend to think it all over.
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Monday mid-day, I was back on the motorway, heading to Lizzy’s to be ready to collect Tim. I usually get there early and do a bit of house cleaning while it’s quiet. About two o'clock, the front doorbell sounded. I opened up to find a large box sitting on the step, and then I looked up at the sound of the delivery van’s engine revving for its trip to the next drop-off.
Bulky but not too heavy for me, I staggered down the hall into the lounge, unable to see my feet as I went. The inevitable happened: I trod on a discarded toy and then pitched forward, throwing the carton away as I grasped for support.
Somehow I managed to control my fall, ending up half standing and hanging onto the sofa arm. The box hit the corner of the TV table and split in half, its contents scattered across the floor.
I looked at the mess of packages and realised this was the result of Lizzy’s online sex shop visit. But there was a lot more than a dildo and two pieces of clothing.
One by one, I gathered up the items, turning them around in my hand to see what they were.