Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01

... caressing and stroking, the touch a little firmer, her eyes were locked to the sleeping woman's countenance, a flush rosy on the cheeks, a little smile on the lips. So similar to her own features yet obviously different, she couldn't help but see herself in her mother. How would she react if the situation were reversed? Would she welcome her mother's incestuous touch?Yes. Right now, yes I would, Emilie thought.God Richard, I really get it now, how you get so horny when we roleplay incest.

Under the covers the daughter's hand made contact with the hipster panties. Emmy's heart skipped a beat, her snatch convulsed, pussy lips felt hot and swollen already. Fingertips slowly tracing the patterns in the lace, each twirling caress brought them closer to the smooth front panel and what lay beneath.

Christ, I can't believe I'm doing this! I'm so fucking horny right now. Unconsciously mirroring her mother's actions from earlier in the evening, Emilie's thighs were rubbing together, massaging her broiling snatch.

Moving past the lacy side panels, fingertips slid over the front of the hipsters, exploring. Through the silky material Emmy discovered her mother was almost shaved, detecting only a landing strip of bush. It was a reminder that the woman she was molesting was more than just her mother, but a sexual being as well. Fascinated by this new consideration Emilie's caressing touch traced the strip downwards, enticed onwards by feminine warmth.

If I do this there's no ...

... turning back, she thought, consciously ignoring the fact she had no intention of stopping now.

'Ooh,' Emilie sighed, feeling her mother's clitoris through the panties. It was already stiff, peeking from its protective hood. Even asleep, Mrs Keary's body was quickly responding to the licentious caressing. As if she were touching herself, Emmy gently rolled the little bud, feeling it out as much as masturbating her parent. Gentle circling becoming more assertive, the motions were made ever more erotic by the silky texture of the panties.

I'm doing it. My god, I'm actually frigging mom. Another murmur came from the sleeping woman. Rather than stopping, the incester strummed the little bean, delighted when Kristina moaned louder still. Even in the darkened room Emilie could see the change of warming cheeks, lips parting as breathing changed, heat radiating from the slumbering form all caused by wanking her mother.

'Mm,' Mrs Keary mumbled. Still asleep, her legs opened a little, an unconscious invitation. It was an invitation readily accepted by her nasty daughter.

Crawling closer under the comforter, Emmy leg's now touched her mom's, tits pressed to her arm, head resting on a bare shoulder. 'You like this, don't you mom?' she whispered warm breath into her parent's ear. 'Yeah, I think you do. You've got me so hot as well.'

Letting her wandering fingers roam she explored the matriarch's crotch. Gliding over the silky panties, those questing digits found their way to ...