Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01

... couch, knees and ankles together.

Yes! My plan's working, thought the excited daughter.

Despite having happily participated in incest-play with her husband and his fantasies, the young Mrs Gates and never considered anything like that with her own parents. Yet here she was, planning to molest her mom. Sitting next to her beautiful mother, she kept glancing at the hard nipples, the long legs, all in anticipation. Under the short summer dress she wore, hidden by her bra, Emilie's own nipples were stiff and aching. Between her legs her little pussy felt warm as it moistened with anticipation, a low throbbing had started.

Having put on another movie, the increasingly aroused daughter opened another bottle of wine. Making it look like an accident, she dropped the cork, nudging it towards her mother's feet. Pretending to search for the errant topper she got down on her knees.

'Can you move your feet, mom. Damn things gone under the couch,' Emilie said. Just as she'd hoped, Kristina moved her feet and inadvertently flashed her kneeling daughter.Excellent, she iswearing the new panties, she thought, looking up her parent's short dress, between her sexy long legs and seeing blue lace. It was tightly stretched over the mature woman's pussy, the outline of her privates discernable. 'Thanks, I got it.' Resuming her seat Emmy topped up Kristina's glass again. A twinkle in her shining eyes was an evil glint on her otherwise innocent looking countenance.

As the evening wore ...

... on Emilie found herself increasingly impassioned. While the original plan had been to secure a special gift for her husband Richard, she was finding her intentions were becoming ever more focused on being sexually intimate with her parent. Richard had an Oedipus complex in regard to his mother and now Emilie was developing one of her own.

After two movies and nearly two bottles of wine, most of it drunk by herself, Kristina Keary was clearly intoxicated and very sleepy. Having moderated her own intake, Emmy was feeling a buzz from the wine but remained mostly sober. Throughout the evening she'd witnessed the body language of the mature beauty on the couch next to her, responding to some of the more racy scenes in the movies. Kristina's nipples had remained erect all night, clearly poking through the olive dress. During a particularly steamy scene on the TV, her thighs had been unconsciously rubbing together, made all the more obvious by the shortness of the dress and the length of the shapely pins. My god, mom's practically masturbating right next to me, Emilie had thought, feeling her own tight sex responding to the visual stimulation. In a mirroring fashion her nipples were also hard, her snatch hot, itchy and increasingly damp under the short summer dress she wore.

'Whoa, I think you've had enough, mom,' the horny daughter said as her mother nearly dropped her glass on the floor. Taking the wineglass the sly offspring deposited it on the coffee table. 'I think it's ...