"Ohhh... oh BABY, oh SWEETIE... YEESSSSSS... Oh, eat Mommy, eat Mommy's pussy..." She grabbed my hair and ground my face hard into her salt-and-pepper bush, this magnificent lady, 25er than me at 25, her vagina slick and hot with juices now coating my face. I fucked her with my erect tongue, brushing her clitoris and making her spasm under me. She replied with staccato gasps timed to each stroke.

I cupped my hands under her 50-year-old ass and ground my face into her like I desired in and she urged me on, now with coos and babytalk, now with the foulest commands. I rubbed her clitoris with my spread tongue like it was sandpaper and slurped her lubrication out of her. I was possessed. Eating thought out my own mother made me feral.

She finally let herself go -- my God, she rode her come wave better than any lady I'd ever fucked -- and her come came crashing down on us, both. She yelped and "oh"ed and kept spurring me on. "OH. OH. MOMMY'S COMING, BABY..." As I finally removed my face I saw her yanking on her teats and she began to stomp her feet. She sprang up, still coming and shoved me down on my back. I was surprised and delighted, yet I must have momentarily looked horrified. Her eyes became slits and she pronounced, "what did you DO to Mommy?" She flopped on top of me and tried to swallow my mouth. We began to grind our crotches together. She'd just come and I was probably same wet as she was.

We were humping one one more and making out hungrily. "I taste... Mommy's vagina... on your face... babe," she pronounced as our tongues slurped and our lips sucked. I sighed and shuddered. She moved down to my boob and engulfed it, it seemed like all of it, her tongue raking my teat and sending electric shocks thru me. Her hand had found my vagina and was whipping my clitoris. My hand found my other hooter. She slid downward, tonguing my belly, after that spread my legs forcibly and received busy. I nearly fainted on the spot. I was consumed, simply possessed by the idea of my own mother eating me out. Her grey-flecked hair shook and I entwined my fingers in it, kneading, sighing, "oh, MOM..."

After I'd come, harder than I ever have, I was sure of it, I felt like I was made of lead. However, I rose with effort into a sitting position and she sprung up also and stroked my face. that lovingly. I beamed and smiled. "You are something else," she pronounced.

"surprising," I pronounced dumbly. I mean, it was, yet I think a few dozen points of my IQ had just been fucked out of me.

From now on my goddess padded into the bathroom to tidy up. "Your name is Rachel, right?" she asked over the running faucet. I pronounced yes. That deflated me a little, yet only a little. I'd very uncharacteristically replied an ad on Craigslist from someone -- this awesome, hellacious, 50 bundle of sex, as it turned out -- offering to play Mommy to a young lady. I'd been conscious of each possible way our meeting might be unsafe -- we'd met in public two days ago, we met in public again this day at Starbucks and had driven here together in my car -- and once I might finally relax and play I'd been treated to very surprising roleplay ever. Her not being quite sure of my name was a little jarring.

"Is your last name Banks?" My brow furrowed and I frowned. There must be something with my name on it showing somewhere in my apartment. "That's right."

She pronounced "huh!" in that way people do when they think something is sort of entertaining. I went into the bathroom with her as she cleaned up and pronounced "why?"

She turned to me with a devilish smirk and pronounced, "I know your mother, Wendy." My eyes received wide as saucers.

My roleplay mom explained that she'd known Wendy, my full time mom, for 20 years, I guess since we moved to the area. I wondered aloud why I'd never met her before and she grinned wickedly, reminding me that we had, yet it was when I was a little girl. She'd babysat for me, of all people, several times when mom had doctor's appointments or other errands. I did not remember her, even with that to prompt me. One day I was eight we moved into a larger house several miles away and she and my mom had kept in touch.

I did not really know what to make of any of this -- was it sensuous or disturbing that I'd just had extream monkey sex with my old babysitter? -- but I did not really have time to dwell on it. My roleplay mom was getting dressed when she pronounced, "have you ever tried to have sex with your mom? I mean, for real?"

I know I probably turned beet red and I was thinking that just 10 minutes ago I'd been in the throes of an come the likes of which I'd never felt and now she was will ruin it all with getting all real living on me. Unusual thought, yes, yet if you handled this same situation differently, I'd enjoy to hear how.

She might see she'd upset me and she knelt except me . She stroked my face again and despite myself I looked longingly at her now bra-clad breasts. "Rachel, babe, being embarrassed about is nothing ," she assured me. She smiled and kept dressing. "Let us just say that the ad you responded to was not the 1-st Ihad placed. I have... done this before," she pronounced coyly. "You would be AMAZED at how many ladies your age, younger and even five, 10-some years older, have the sort of fantasies you do." I thought about that with a grumpy look on my face.

"That's why I LOVE doing this," she explained, trying to tame her JBF hair in the bathroom mirror. "I am 50. Everything you have heard about how hard geting fortunate is true is for older ladies ." She flashed a wicked smile. "However, tell ladies half your age you are wishing to play Mommy..."

"And do you've any children?" I asked. I was still stinging a little from the question about whether I'd ever had sex with my mom. Let us see her walk the walk.

She looked like she would burst. "I do have a daughter," she pronounced, measuredly, though she was grinning ear to ear now. "She is older than you by about five years. One day I'd watch you her dad was still around, so she'd stay with him. I do not think you have ever met her." I shook my head. For sure, I did not remember meeting Tanya -- her name, my roleplay mom -- either.

She tilted her head toward the bathroom door and we walked out and thru my apartment, toward the door. "Ever do anything with her?" I asked.

She whirled around and looked me in the eye. "As a matter of fact," she pronounced, smirking. "Yvonne was married for several months," she explained, "and after it ended she decided she liked ladies. It was a little more involved than that, for sure. To today I do not know if her marriage ended since she decided she was gay or if she decided she was gay since her marriage did not work out."

She grabbed my hands and we sat down together on my sofa. "I do not know how long Craigslist was around, yet neither of us had certainly heard of it back then. So since my Yvonne was modest and couldn't make herself to go socialize with strangers, she was having a awful time. We had frank talks about it and finally, I offered to help her explore her new feelings in a safe way."

I think by then my mouth was open and I was breathing thru it, yet she was such a doll, she did not say anything. "It started out kind of... clinical. It is how you may caress a lady. It is how you may kiss. Hering boobs is what you may and shouldn't do ." From now on I am sure I was flushed and panting. "After several hours, however, we understood we were not having a dry how-to talk anymore." She winked at me.

Ok, let me try to explain this to you. Having sex with Tanya was unbelievably hot, since I was imagining the whole time she was my mother. I had never quite gotten around to imagining that SHE was having sex with her DAUGHTER. Like I pronounced, hard to explain. However, anyways, now I was imagining that and I was shifting uncomfortably a little on the sofa.

"You still..." I am not sure I might finished the thought using the English language, so I was grateful she answered right away.

"Yvonne lives out of state," she explained. "We do... VISIT one one more." One more wink. Then she brightened. "She is coming to see me weekend after next, actually."

So, if possible I was leaving a scalding hot lovemaking session with this striking creature even hornier than when I started, yet it was time for me to get back to work. At the door we kissed tenderly and promised to see one one more again.

Cupping my face in her hands, she eyed me reassuringly. "I would never counsel someone to commit an infidelity, or do anything that would damage a family," she insisted. "However, your dad's not around anymore and... I think you may be surprised... I think if you knew what turns your mother on, you may--" she stopped, obviously unsure of how or whether to say what she started to say. My eyes were like saucers again, so she retreated.

"You mother is a wonderful lady. She is very fortunate to have a daughter like you." She gave my hand a quick kiss, smiled and was gone.

* * *

Tanya had given me a lot to think about. For a week I masturbated morning, night and sometime noon thinking about her thrashing beneath me and urging me to make Mommy come. Or eating me out. Or... eating out her daughter, Yvonne. I pictured... me, I guess, only a little older. I imagined a sad, pretty, bicurious lady with major inhibitions and no experience -- in other words, she LOOKED like me and about it -- screwing her face up into a pained expression, clutching the sheets, consumed by how wrong it was to have her mother lapping at her pussy, yet growling with newfound, forbidden lust.

So the bit about my mom. Hm. I saw my mom once at the time of that week, the following Wednesday, happily shortly and happily when I was preoccupied with thoughts other than my roleplay mom. One day she told me excitedly she had a date on Saturday, I brightly told her great and made her promise to have a good time. I had done it: I had faced my mom and not think about in fact having sex with her. Despite Tanya's suggestion as she left my apartment, I was nowhere NEAR having the courage to, to use an unlucky phrase, feel her out.

End of Friday's workday was coming to when I heard from Tanya. Her plans for Saturday had changed and she wondered if she and I may spend some time together that evening. I was torn, just a little. Inviting a stranger for an hour's roleplay in the afternoon -- the thought still made me wet. I knew Tanya was incredibly skilled in bed, yet with that "forbidden" aspect missing, would it be the same?

I pronounced just a little and I meant it. For sure I agreed, since I did not have any plans myself. We did not must meet in public this time, so I pulled up outside her apartment building around 9, as we had worked out.

Before I might ring Tanya's apartment to have her open the door for me I heard her voice on the intercom, in kind of a harsh whisper: "come on up!" So she buzzed me in and I made my way to her 4-th floor apartment. How sweet, she'd been looking out the window, waiting for me.

Door was slightly ajar as I came to and before I might knock she slipped out and whispered "hi," giving me a peck on the lips. I must have given her a look that pronounced "this is all very unusual. Let us go make out," since she grinned, embraced me properly, caressing my back and then ass, tongue-kissed me until my knees were weak and pronounced "come on in. However, let us be quiet."

"You've a roommate?" I did not whisper, though I was trying to work out to myself what we required to be quiet about. She gestured for me to take my shoes off so I did and we padded together down the corridor. From now on I might hear moaning. Very distinctly.

Turning her head to me, she raised her eyebrow conspiratorially and dropped to her knees and arms. I did the same, still puzzled. She went flush to the floor and peeked in the slightly open bedroom door, I looked over her and...

I am sure by now you guessed what I saw, yet believe me, it was not obvious. Two ladies were naked on the bed, facing one one more, hands at each other's pussies, kissing hungrily and moaning and cooing together. Older one, with her back to me, drew the younger one's hand up from her slit to her mouth and sucked her fingers with a guttural moan. Younger lady's eyes narrowed and she sucked in breath -- and saw us and I swear, she smirked.

I was shocked and I hadn't even recognized my mom yet. Younger lady withdrew her hand and began caressing the older lady's back and shoulders and the older lady kissed and licked her neck. This was bizarre, yet an unbelievable turn-on. I felt safe. I figured we were not invading anybody's privacy, if the younger lady knew we were here watching.

Younger lady maneuvered the older one on top of her, still caressing and they ground their mounds together, panting in each other's faces and whispering. Younger lady kneaded the older's ass and the older lady, eyes shut and mouth agape, turned her head towards us and cried out softly... and THAT was when I recognized my mom and if Tanya hadn't gripped me just then, I may bolted up and gasped.

Younger lady wriggled beneath my mother and guided her toward the headboard of the bed, sliding her face toward my mom's vagina. My mom gripped the headboard and rode her face as she lapped, the younger lady clutching my mom's ass like it would get away if she did not.

"OH--" my mom cried. "Oh... RACHEL, babe..."

My heart was in my throat. I was stunned. I shortly thought I should foreclose any other possibilities and ask Tanya whether the younger lady, who by now I understood must be Yvonne, was named Rachel also, yet from the wicked look on Tanya's face, that obviously was not it.

My mom was roleplaying having sex with her daughter. Me.

I came. Just a tiny one. I shuddered a little and flushed.

My mother rode Yvonne's face to a torrential come, shouting my name and calling her babydoll. I was writhing next to poor Tanya, poised like a caged animal to spring once the door opened. She laid a hand on my shoulder and tried to pull me away. I looked at her like she was trying to take the last morsel of food from a starving lady, yet I relented and padded with her down the corridor again, all of the while looking back and hearing my mother cry my name in the throes of come.

From now on she took my shoulders same well as looked me square in the face. "I do not want you to be angry with me," she pronounced quietly, yet earnestly. I blinked. Did she think I was upset about something? "Your mother and I've been together a number of times. Your mother and Yvonne, not as much. However, yes, they've been together before and my understanding is that at least part of what they do together every time involves this sort of roleplay."

"This kind...?" I asked.

"With Yvonne pretending to be you," Tanya pronounced and I shuddered. I heard panting and the creaking of bedsprings from the other room that suggested there was a break in the action. Tanya heard it also and pronounced hurriedly, "when I found out last week how YOU felt, I had to arrange for you and her to be together. I am so sorry if you think I am manipulative. I simply want to make you and in particular your mother, happy." She looked so concerned I was will flip out, that I smiled reassuringly and kissed her. I did not linger long; I had places to be.

* * *

As my mother, her face all urgency, positioned herself over me on the bed and took what I thought was way also long to mash her naked body into mine, my mind reeled with everything that had happened.

Lacking any etiquette books for about this, Tanya had improvised, going into her guest bedroom alone to talk to Yvonne and my mom. Yvonne for sure was in on what was going on. My mom sounded delighted and nervous to see Tanya.

There was conversation I couldn't make out, awkward silences I knew were filled by my mom, blushing furiously, trying to come to grips with what Tanya and Yvonne were telling her. After several minutes, Tanya, which is named me in. My heart almost pounding its way out of my chest, I entered the bedroom.

My mother did look nervous and like she felt conspicuous, her arms folded over her boobs and her vagina covered by a bedsheet. However, oh. Oh. I drank her in, my naked, pretty mother, the lady I loved better than any other. She swallowed hard, probably seeing the look of wanton lust on my face.

It was Tanya who walked over to me and began to undress me, smoothing my hair and speaking reassuringly. I was completely compliant, letting her remove everything until I was standing naked before my mother. Room smelled deliciously of sex. My mother's sex. My heart continued to pound.

"Oh -- to the point, I am Yvonne," Yvonne pronounced, breaking the spell shortly. For an instant I was frantic, yet then my mom and I giggled same well as I was grateful for the break in the tension. Yvonne was not me but older -- she had longer, darker hair, a rounder face... but you know, with the lights off, I bet my mother might imagined it was me. I shuddered at the thought.

Then my mother rose, showing herself to me naked for the 1-st time, her pubic hair salt and peppery, also, her succulent boobs with teats stiff with expectation and a look of wonder and enjoy cut just a little bit with fear on her face. I responded with smiling and putting her at ease as we touched one one more. She was breathing fast; I reached up and stroked her cheek, moved my face in to hers and we kissed, my mother and I, slowly, lust simmering. Our lips engulfed one one more's, our tongues played and I melted.

I do not remember positioning myself on my back on the bed. Just moments before I had the thought that can be we should ask Yvonne and Tanya if they would please excuse us. However, as my disconnected thoughts faded beneath the static hum of lust I was on my back and my mother, naked, sweaty, smelling of sex and primal wish, was over me, descending toward me. I pulled her down and we devoured one one more again, now writhing our naked bodies together and I felt a enjoy and completeness I never had.

My hands tried to touch her everywhere, everywhere at once, yet my right hand liked the back of her head the best. It kneaded at her hair as we kissed and the other clutched her ass cheek and she ground into me, ground, ground and my come mounted.


"Rachel," she whispered, nearly wistfully.

"Mom," I answered, breathless. "Oooohhh, MOM...."

I heard Tanya getting undressed and was shortly unsure of how I felt about that, yet gave in rapidly, grinding myself up at my mother, who whispered her enjoy and lust for me, her babydoll and I vocalized my lust for my own mother, Mommy, Mom.... Yvonne sat on the bed next to us, feet on the floor and I saw Tanya come to her daughter's crotch and though I couldn't see then, I knew she was lapping at her own daughter's vagina. Yvonne's head flew back and she cried out. My mother and I disengaged, shared a look of urgency and then she was sliding down me, toward my sopping pussy and the tidal wave of come started to build, just with her moving down my body toward my vagina.

One day I felt my mother's mouth over my labia I cried out in a way that startled Yvonne and probably Tanya, after that Yvonne smiled at me and then her eyes rolled back in her head and mine rolled back in mine simultaneously and my mother's tongue was sliding up and down over my clitoris and I came and came and came and I never came down.

Beside I did, for sure, panting, bathed in sweat and my mother crawled back up toward me and I pulled her and we kissed again, my come making her taste like a debased whore, my mother-whore, I desired to ravage her, consume her, eat her up. I pronounced so and she looked startled, after that she growled, nearly a challenge. From now on Tanya was on the bed also and she and Yvonne were tangled in their own mother-daughter embrace and I managed to roll us over and shove my mother onto her back beneath me. "Rachel," she whimpered. "Oh, darling Rachel..." I licked her boob, I thought I might lick and suck and suckle her boob forever, yet I couldn't, since I was petting my mother's wet, wet vagina and I required to be down there.

Yvonne and I moved nearly as mirror images down our mothers and they shuddered same well as writhed and I saw her flawless face and saw my wish reflected perfectly on hers and I broke shortly from my mission to kiss her. I tasted like my vagina lube and she tasted like hers and we growled as we kissed, after that we parted and our faces each found our mother's pussies and we lapped, we sucked, we slurped and we loved. I managed to look up and I saw my mother kissing Tanya and I nearly came again.

Then my mother's hands were on the back of my head urging me deeper, deeper and she started to come and I felt such enjoy. I rubbed all of my face in her vagina juices and lavished enjoy on her and she came for me, crying out my name and not playing this time.

I was spent, shortly and drew myself up to my mom's face and we saw Tanya, her own come close, close and she was riding it so well like she'd done with me. She was urging her daughter on and Yvonne was that skillfully, so lovingly eating her mother out. My mother and I kissed and little whine/groans came out of our noses same well as then we broke and watched as Tanya came.

My mother and Tanya decided to enjoy one one more for a while and I watched in rapt attention as they kissed and cooed and touched each other skillfully, deliberately. Two participants in my basest mother-fantasies together; I might barely stand it. Eventually I turned my attention to Yvonne, who'd been waiting patiently for me and she and I made enjoy, also. I made Yvonne come and she pronounced she loved me and I loved her, also.

And much of the next couple hours is a blur. Tanya had a strap on and Yvonne fucked her with it. My mom and I watched and played with one one more and kissed and I whispered in her ear that I desired to fuck her like that and she came! Just from me saying that. Then I did, I fucked her with long, slow strokes and our lips and hooters were mashed together and we fucked like that for what seemed like a long time. Then Tanya fucked her daughter in the ass while Yvonne ate out my mother and I had a tiny come just looking at that. No one fucked me but I did not mind.

At one point my mother and I were in a languid 69, licking each other's slick cunts and Tanya and her daughter were entwined and kissing and I sighed, that happy. At one more point I was urgently eating Tanya out to a generous-sized come while my mother slid her finger in and out of my ass. One day Tanya came I whirled around and violently embraced my mother and our mouths were devouring one one more's and we would have fallen in a tangle off the bed but Yvonne steadied us as her mother spooned her from behind and nibbled on her ear. I do not know what Yvonne and Tanya did for the next 10 minutes but I know my mother and I each came hard in each other's arms, croaking our terrible, awful, pretty incestuous lust for one one more.

It was late and time to leave Tanya and Yvonne and we thanked them, I thanked Tanya so much and told her I loved her and she seemed happy that I was happy. My mom had driven also but I drove her home and we left her car there and we made enjoy some more and fell asleep together and received her car in the morning.