Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01

... bed with erotic thoughts running through her mind, her tight little pussy was twitching with lust, feminine honey moistening her panties. Eager to put the rest of her plan into action, young Mrs Gates slipped the spaghetti straps of her yellow dress from her shoulders, letting the flimsy garment fall to the floor. Reaching behind, deft fingers unclasped the strapless bra, the white brassiere joining the clothing on the floor and freeing a pair of perfect boobs, pert with little dark nipples and pale areola.

Peeling her white silk panties off, Emmy took a moment to inspect the gusset. As expected the panel was sticky to the touch, the ceiling light reflecting off the creamy discharge of arousal.Richard would like these, she thought, taking a sniff of her own warm musky scent before adding them to the pile on the floor. Glancing at the clock by the bed, she figured enough time had elapsed.Mom must be asleep by now.

Nude, the sly woman stalked back along the darkened hallway to the master bedroom. Listening by the ajar door she listened carefully. From within came the sounds of slow even breathing from the slumbering occupant. 'Perfect,' the lurker whispered. Hesitating, she reached for the nearby wall switch flipping on the hallway light. Moving stealthily, Emilie entered the bedroom.

Confident her mother was deep asleep and wouldn't wake up any time soon, the horny daughter climbed into bed, slipping under the comforter. Lying propped up on her elbow, she looked at ...

... the peaceful face of the woman who'd birthed and raised her. But now she also saw a beautiful, sexy woman. In her chest, Emmy's heart was beating faster as adrenaline coursed through her veins, arousal and excitement intermixing. The sensation was matched by the throbbing between her legs, the heat and moisture growing in her naked crotch.

For years the young wife had indulged her husband's incest fantasy but had never considered the fantasy her own. Emmy didn't believe Richard had ever made his fantasy a reality, but here she was, about to rape her own parent. Surprised by how aroused she was, the daughter was filled with lust for the reposed female.

Keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of waking, Emilie reached out under the comforter, fingers lightly brushing a shapely thigh. Smooth and warm beneath the touch, the fingers ran gently along the leg, lightly caressing. Pulse racing, pussy swelling and hot, the daughter stroked her mother's thigh, delighting in the feel of it, the sheer exhilaration of partaking of the forbidden. Breaths coming fast and shallow, the molester inhaled the smell of her mom's familiar perfume. Growing bolder, the hand moved higher atop the long leg, fingers gliding up and down with teasing brushstrokes.

A little murmur came from the sleeping form, issued through the full inviting lips. It sounded dreamy, happy.

Mom's enjoying this, thought the young woman.

Mrs Gates was lost to a world of hot erotic sensation. Hand and fingers still ...