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It was hard to fight back the tears. Exactly 2 years ago, her husband had died in a car crash, and there she was, lying on her bed, surrounded by photos and other items that remembered her of him. A bottle of his preferred after shave, some swim suits... He had been so fit, so healthy, always working out, always on the move. Successful in his job as a lawyer, he had earned very much money. They had been the perfect family: A young, rich, good looking attorney, his first real love from high school who had become his wife and who adored him, and his young, adorable daughter. The perfect family, a perfect and nice, rather big house in a perfect neighborhood, two cars (his Mercedes and her Grand Cherokee), a dog. Everything was superb until that day. Somehow, she had learned to cope with it. She just had to: Her daughter had a right to live her life, and she had to care a lot about the financial side of running a family. Doing this, she had discovered maybe the only secret of her husband: He had been rich, very rich, much richer than she had ever imagined, and he had left her enough money for a very comfortable life without ever having to work. But this was again her problem – the young, still very beautiful widow who had sworn to never be with another man again in her life was starting to get bored. And there was something else. She hated to admit it, but she longed for sex. In the first months after the accident, she had just cuddled against her cushions on her bed, embracing them, hoping to open her eyes from a terrible nightmare and finding Steve again in her arms... Her perfect lover, with his perfect cock that fitted so perfectly in her tight pussy, his perfect teeth that nibbled so perfectly on her tits... But when she opened her eyes, there was only the cushion – and the strangle tingle in between her legs. A few weeks later, she had masturbated for the first time. It just had happened by accident, she had had some glasses of wine, and then she had just rubbed the cushion a little harder than usual over her tits, over her stomach... Then she had turned over, laying on her stomach, and she had positioned the cushion under herself, and while she moved slightly her hips, her T shirt had raised more, and she had pressed her hips against the cushion, and then, she had only wanted to hold the cushion in position, but with the knuckles of her hand, she had brushed over her swollen pussy, causing her to nearly collapse. She had placed the entire palm of her hand onto her warm cunt, and she had started to press, and soon enough, her hand had been moving under her, as if it wasn't her hand at all, as if it was some else's hand, as if it was Steve's hand, oh yes, Steve had had so beautiful hands, and he had given her so many wonderful orgasms, yessssss.... Then, she had cum in huge waves, her entire body shaking. Afterwards, she had cried a lot, feeling guilty, feeling to betray her dead husband, but the night after, she had done it again... and again. It had become a habit, and now, as soon she was in her bed, she couldn't leave her hands off herself. She stood up from the bed to twist and turn in front of the mirror. She wiped away the last tears off her beautiful face. She had dark brown eyes and long black hair. Steve had loved her hair, he had loved how she brushed her hair over his swollen dick before giving him one of those unforgettable blowjobs. She opened a bit her mouth, licking over her dried lips. She said to herself, "Sue Collins, you still look very attractive..." Out of a mood, she took off her T shirt and lifted her arms, crossing them over her head. "You still have perfect tits..." People had become mad over her tits, since way back in high school – one of the guys had taken a picture of her under the shower after a volleyball match, and this photo was circulating still today in the town's high society, which she didn't know, of course. Her tits weren't very big, but it was their shape that got people so envious: They were perfectly round and firm, and her dark brown, very small nipples made a nice contrast to the white skin. Her stomach was still very flat, and while she brushed over it with her hand, she turned around to look back over her shoulder: Her ass. That was the part of her body Steve had liked the most, and he had been clear about that from the start. When they started to date, she had been very puzzled about his continuous will to stay behind her, to just lay his hard cock between her ass cheeks, and to beat all his cum on her lower back. Later, when they had married, she had been introduced by him to different positions that had allowed him to always worship her bum, and she had noticed that it was very very easy for her to get aroused by the slightest slap he would do, teasing her. She placed both hands on her cheeks and bended forward. Yes, she sure looked nice... But she wouldn't give her body to any other man, as it belonged to Steve. Sitting down on a chair, she whispered, "Steve, I love you soooo much..." She placed the chair in front of the mirror and closed her eyes. She leaned back and opened slightly her legs. She placed both hands on her thighs and moved them softly up and down, to bring them slowly to the insides of her thighs. She moved with her fingers slowly upwards. Knowing fingers, experienced fingers who knew by now how to give herself the most pleasure. She moaned a little in anticipation while pulling softly at her neatly trimmed pussy hair. Oh, she was getting wet, and she just loved it. She opened her eyes half ways to look at herself in the mirror. "Sue Collins, what are you doing? You are a little sex-driven slut, that's what you are..." she murmured to herself, sliding with her fingers along her now very wet slit. Her mouth opened slightly as she gazed at the beautiful woman in the mirror that was slowly, very slowly pushing her middle finger in her cunt. Sue moaned and pushed her finger deeper in. Then, she pulled it out and held it in front of her face, letting the soft light of her bed room break on the juice that covered her finger, making it shine, making it glisten. She placed the tip of her finger on her soft lips, rubbing the finger softly over them, leaving her own juice as sort of a glossy lipstick on them. She felt so nastly doing that... But she loved her own taste, and slowly, she sucked her finger in, controlling every move in the mirror. She was getting more aroused by the sight of herself: a beautiful, young woman, with her face a bit blushing from arousal. She placed her hand again onto her pussy, and this time, she pushed her finger deep into her with one simple stroke. Her other hand had cupped one of her breasts, and she was sliding her stiff nipple in between her fingers, every once in a while pinching it. That nearly hurt her, but she liked it, she liked the pain. She was pumping her cunt now. Very deep, very fast movements. Her other hand slid down over her flat stomach to reach for her throbbing clit. Oh yes, that was it! She pressed her clit while pushing a second finger into her pussy. She opened her eyes again to watch herself, and the sight just pushed her over the edge: Falling back into her seat, she arched her hips up against her own hands. She wanted to be taken, sucked, fucked.... Then she came. It was a huge climax, a wonderful orgasm, maybe one of the best ones she ever had. When she recovered, she had made her mind up: It was stupid to feel ashamed or guilty for what she was doing. At the end, she thought, Steve would have liked it to see her like that... He had always tried to stimulate the slut in her, but only very seldomly, she had allowed herself to abandon her manners and to become just a hungry, horny whore, even if Steve would have liked it very much to have seen her more often like this. Maybe she could do this as a commitment for him? Maybe he was watching her from above, happy that finally his wife had decided to live out the animal that was sleeping inside of her? Silently, she said to the mirror, "Yes Steve... I will turn to be the slut you always wanted... And I had never had the guts to dare to behave like you wanted to see me. Oh, I longed for it myself, but something, maybe my education, didn't allow me to follow you totally... Please be my guide now, Steve... Guide me and show me how to be a real slut... I will do it for you..." She was happy, for the first time since her life had changed she had made a decision. She was not anymore floating with the situation, no, she had decided that she wanted to DO something. She switched off the light and slipped under her sheets. And with a smile on her face, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Nicole Collins had heard her mother last night. Well, she was quite used to hear her mother crying in her bed. But yesterday, something had been different. There were other sounds coming from behind the wall, filthy sounds, sounds that weren't meant for young ears. When she had noticed that something had been different, Nicole had moved closer to the wall and placed an ear on it. Allthough the house was a brick house, the wall between her bedroom and her parent's bedroom was very thin – she wasn't planned to be part of the family "so early", so her parents had recovered a children's room from their enourmous bedroom, just to have her closer. And there she was now, laying on her bed in her white pyjama, and listening to the strange sounds coming from her mother's bedroom. Was her mum talking to herself? "Sue Collins, what are you doing? You are a little sex-driven slut, that's what you are..." Nicole couldn't believe her ears... Was that her mum speaking like that? And what were these strange rhytmic sounds? Nicole took her cushion and placed it between her knees. That had been her normal sleeping position since daddy had died. She felt something new when the corner of the pillow stroked over her venus hill. There was a new tingle, something... something nice. Her mum was breathing hard behind the wall, and Nicole was about to get up into her mum's room to see if she was okay. But there was this nice feeling. Nicole laid back on her bed, the cushion in between her legs, her hands pressing it a bit firmer against her young body. Everybody admired her body. She was rather tall, and her body had transformed in the last two years: Her swelling breasts took a nice shape, and she was glad they were so firm she still did not need any bra at all. On her pussy, blonde fluffy hair had grown. She had really liked the feel of the softness of this hair, and sometimes, she pulled slightly on it, enjoying the sweet sensation of a little pain. Never had it been as this night though. She felt an incredible itch in between her legs, she felt an incredible need to touch herself, to explore her young and unexperienced body. And when she heard her mum moan wildly, also Nicole had creamed her white pyjama, her hand buried deep inside it. Now she was laying all sweaty on her bed, listening to her mum's strange commitment: "Yes Steve... I will turn to be the slut you always wanted... And I had never had the guts to dare to behave like you wanted to see me. Oh, I longed for it myself, but something, maybe my education, didn't allow me to follow you totally... Please be my guide now, Steve... Guide me and show me how to be a real slut... I will do it for you..." Nicole was very puzzled about this strange sort of prayer. Her mum never talked like that. But it was definitively her voice. "Well", Nicole thought, "I have just had behaved like a slut myself, touching myself. Maybe we are both sort of sluts?" The next day, Nicole found her mother somewhat changed. Sue had taken out of the closet some older clothes, and Nicole was once more amazed about the beauty of her mum. She was wondering how it came her mum had not become a model (not knowing that Sue once had participated in a beauty contest – and she had been offered to win the contest by just simply giving two of the sponsors a blow job; Sue had refused, and another girl that had less moral problems had won). Nicole admired her mum's looks: Sue had a white blouse on that was a bit see-through. Under it, she wore a black lace bra. Her blouse was one button too wide open to show the nice black lace on her tanned skin. And her jeans! Nicole had never seen her mum in jeans – she must have had found her old pair from high school, but it still fitted perfectly. Nicole wondered how her mum had put it on (Sue had to lay on the ground to pull them over her legs), and the girl admired the fact that her mum had been even taken care of little details: There were no panty lines to bee seen on her firm round ass in her jeans, so she must have put on one of those panties a bit longer. Or wasn't she wearing panties at all? No, that was something her mother wouldn't do. But then again: Would she refer to herself as a slut? Would she wear a black bra under a white shirt? What in hell was wrong with mum? "Hi mum, eveything's alright? You look great this morning!" Her mother smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. "Of course, Nicky. Why don't you come over here and give your mummy a great big good morning kiss?" Nicole stepped forward to her mum, hugged her and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She smelled some perfume. And she noticed her mum was holding her a little longer than necessary. Finally, Sue broke the hug, saying: "So, what are your plans for today, Nicky? I always thought that the first day of summer holidays had to be very special..." Nicole agreed and explained her mum that she had made an appointment with four other girls of her class. They just wanted to go the the lake, swimming a bit, chatting, taking some sun. What she didn't say was that there would have been some boys too. She was sure her mum wouldn't have allowed her to go, if she only knew that Joe would have been there. Nicole had brought Joe once home, and after a rather short visit, her mum had told her she didn't like Joe particularly. There had been a special reason for it Sue hadn't told her daughter: Joe was a bit bigger than the rest, he had a lot of muscles. And there was something about him... Joe had looked at Sue as a MAN, not as a BOY. Sue had noticed how his view was glued on her tits, on her lips when she spoke. And it had irritated her. The only man in her life was Steve, and she felt very uncomfortable with this boy/man looking down her blouse. Nicole packed her towel, a book to read, some clothes to change and some sandwiches in her back pack, kissed her mum good bye and was off for her first day of holidays. When she arrived at the lake (only a twenty minutes walk from her home), her friends had already arrived. They were in the water, together with Joe, Chris and the others. It was late. God, her daughter had never been that late! She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to be the silly mum, showing up at the lake, and all the others would have laughed at her daughter. On the other hand: If something had happened? At 10 p.m., Sue got really nervous and phoned Nicole's friend Alison. Alison was surprised that Nicole hadn't been back by then. The girls had had a few too much beers that Joe had brought, especially Nicole. So Joe had said to Nicole, "It's better if you still stay a bit at the lake, 'cause if you go home like that, your mum will notice. I'll stay with you, don't worry." The others had gone home, and Alison had left Nicole with Joe. She knew Nicole's mum didn't like Joe, so she didn't say anything of their conversation at the lake. "Umh, ma'm, I guess Nicole stayed still a bit with Kim, I am sure they forgot about the time chatting..." Sue decided to go to the lake. She took her Grand Cherokee and pulled close to the beach. "Nicole? Are you there, honey?" No answer. "Nicole?!?" Then she heard it. It was a little sob, nearly a squeak. A small kitten would cry like that, Sue thought afterwards. Close to the beach house, there was her girl. Nicole was completely drunk. There she was laying, her blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans open. She was just laying there and giggleing. "Oh, hi, mum... hick... thought I needed to cool... hick... down a little... haha..." Sue was shocked. Her little girl was laying half naked on the beach at the night, totally drunk! She kneeled beside Nicole and started to button up her blouse. "Whatdd do you do, mum? Don't you like my titties? Hick... Aren't they nice? Hick... Joey liked them very much... haha..." Sue slapped Nicole in her face. Nicole held her cheek in shock. Never ever had her mum raised her hand against her, and there she was slapping her. Tears filled her eyes. "You're only jealous, mum! You... you would love somebody admiring your tits, wouldn't you? You would love to show them to somebody, but there is nobody, isn't it? Hick... " Sue slapped Nicole again. "Shut up, Nicky... You just don't know what you are talking about... Let's say I'll forget this conversation, but now you come with me!" A bit hesitantly, Nicole stood up and pulled up the zipper of her jeans. Then, she followed her mum to the car. They didn't talk to each other. Sue knew that it was senseless to speak to her drunk daughter, but there was something else: She was hurt. Deep in her, she knew Nicole had been right. Yes, she longed for someone touching, kissing, licking her tits, for someone who would tell her how nice they were, and how much they were still able to turn on. When they arrived at home, Sue grabbed her daughter by her arm und dragged her into the bathroom. "You will shower now, young girl. Gotta wash a bit of that filth away from you!" Nicole started to cry again, but this time, it was because she was angry. "Filth? You're talking to me about... hick... filth, mum?" She pulled her mum close to her. Then, she mouthed very slowly and softly into her ear: "Who wants to be a slut, mum? Who wants to act like a whore? Me?" Oh my God, she has heard me, Sue thought. But then, she said to herself, no, that's impossible. She slapped again Nicole's face. "Don't you dare to speak to me like that, Nicky!" Then, she undressed her sobbing daughter. She couldn't help but look at her body that was starting to shape up real nice. She had a beautiful white tan, and there was not even an ounce fat. Her small, still blossoming tits seemed to be so firm. And Nicole was developping the same ass Sue had: Round and firm. Sue pushed her daughter under the shower and turned the water on. Ice cold, that was what Nicole needs, she thought. Nicole gasped when the cold water hit her, but her mother held her in position. "You just stand there!" The cold water ran over Nicole's body, causing her to shiver and to have goosebumps. Sue's eyes flew again over her daughter's tits, observing how the cold water made the rose nipples small, hard and pointy. She had to admit it: Her daughter looked delicious... After some minutes of cold, Sue allowed to mix some hot water. Then, she took the soap and began to soap her daughter's young and firm body, her neck, her sides, her stomach, her legs... Then, very slowly, her ass... her tits... her fluffy pussy... Nicole was silent now. She had closed her eyes and leaned with her back against the tile wall. She spread slightly her legs and whispered, "More, mum... Please... wash me, mummy..." Sue was moving the soap even slower over her daughter's body. Yes, she wanted to be Nicole's caring mummy, and it really didn't matter that the splattering water started to soak her white blouse. When the soap arrived again at Nicole's tits, her daughter raised both arms to give her better access. Sue was nearly under the shower now, the water made her blouse stuck to her skin. Softly, she moved the soap over Nicole's tit, and she gazed at the reaction of the nipple, growing hard all over again. |
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