Ginger Craft - Overripe

Barbara's head jerked negatively.

"Mother, mother," Julie said softly, a small smile on her lips now. "Please, please don't be such a hypocrite. You didn't raise Kenney and me to lie, did you? Why should you start lying now?"

Barbara remained silent, watching and listening. She wanted to jump up and flee, but she couldn't. She wanted to remain and watch, listen, and she did. Her emotions were making her dizzy, but she knew-admitting it to herself-that she was more excited than she had ever been before.

"Have you ever been… have you ever done it with a girl, mother?"

Barbara didn't answer. She didn't say anything or make a movement to indicate yes or no. But Julie understood.

"I haven't, either," Julie said, her voice smoky. "I've never made love to another woman before, but many men. You didn't know that, did you mother? I've been screwed so much I should look like a pin cushion. But I like it, mother. Why should I deny it? I love it, you hear me. I love fucking."

Again there was silence, very heavy silence, between them. Julie remained with her knees drawn against her breasts, her finger caressing and stroking her pussy.

Then Julie said: "Want to make it with me, mother?"

Barbara eyes widened, and a soft moan bubbled from her. Her tongue fluttered about her lips, a nervous gesture that meant nothing to her, but told Julie a great deal.

Removing her hands from her crotch, Julie stood up. Slowly, she began moving toward her mother, her eyes burning between the long thighs. Barbara watched her daughter come close, her heart racing dangerously now. She still sat with her one leg draped over the arm of the chair, the other straight out in front of her, wide apart. She struggled to talk as Julie came close, but words seemed to stick in her throat. Julie drew close, then dropped to her knees on the carpet before her mother. When she placed her palm on Barbara's knee, the heat of it caused her mother to shiver perceptibly. Barbara drew her fingers into a tight fist, watching Julie's hand on her knee.

Julie inched her hand up, sliding along the warm smoothness of her mother's thigh, caressing the creamy flesh. Julie's fingers felt like the kiss of butterfly wings, but there was such a burning, such a pleasant sensation, Barbara began to tremble visibly.

Julie now had her hand at mid-thigh, pausing only to fondle the warm inner surface, where she knew the sensations would be greatest. With her palm flat, she caressed back and forth, bringing her other hand to the opposite thigh. They gazed into each other's eyes, Julie's bold and hungry, Barbara's now smoldering but confused.

Julie's fingers moved up the thighs, slowly and tenderly. The tips of her fingers probed at the edges of her mother's white shorts. For a tantalizing minute, Julie ran her fingertips up and down the legs of her shorts. Then, so gently it was like a breath of air, slipped the fingers of her left hand underneath the crotch of Barbara's shorts.

"No panties, mother?" Julie asked, lifting a knowing eyebrow.

Barbara licked her lips, her eyes gleaming brightly, moistly.

"You have awfully soft hair here, mother," Julie whispered. "It feels like silk, curly and smooth."

Without probing further, Julie pulled her fingers from the shorts, slid both her hands up her mother's trembling stomach, and cupped the two breasts. Barbara gasped.

Julie molded her mother's breasts, squeezing into the firm flesh ever so gently, then ran the tips of her fingers about the two rigid nipples beneath the cloth. "Your nipples are awfully hard," Julie said softly. "You're excited, mother. I can feel how excited you are."

"Julie… " Barbara managed. "Oh, Julie!"

"Don't fight, mother," Julie said, fondling the breasts. She shoved the halter up, exposing the creamy mounds and fiery pink nipples. A murmur of delight came from Julie, and she lifted herself high enough to place a moist, burning kiss on each tip.

"Julie, Julie," Barbara whimpered, still unmoving, her fist clenched, the nails cutting into her palms. "Julie, Julie, Julie… " Then, "Ohhhhhh!"

Julie had opened her moist mouth and covered one nipple, sucking at it gently, but harder with each pull. Her tongue flew about the nipples, her teeth nibbling tenderly. She sucked in as much of her mother's breast as she could, drawing outward, pulling on the nipple, only to swallow more creamy flesh and repeat the motion.

Julie sucked on each breast, spending a few minutes at each nipple, kissing and licking, making soft sounds of pleasure in her throat. As she sucked one breast, she fondled the other. One of her hands was moving up and down Barbara's thigh, feeling all over it.

Again, Barbara gasped.

Julie's hand on her thigh had traced a burning path to the smooth inner surface, and then cupped her crotch.

"Julie…

"Shhhh," Julie whispered, sucking a hard nipple. Her hand pressed into her mother's crotch firmly, insistently. "Don't talk, mother. There isn't anything you or I can do about it now."

"Ohhhh!"

The fingers of Julie's hand slipped under the tight band, and she found Barbara's inflamed clitoris. She agitated the swollen flesh, and now Barbara moved. Her hips began involuntarily to squirm. They rolled in a lewd motion beneath Julie's feeling fingers, and Julie murmured in delight at this response. She pulled her mouth from the sugary breasts and gazed into her mother's eyes hotly.

"You like it, don't you?"

Barbara nodded her head, biting at her bottom lip. "Ohhhh, God, Julie! This is insane! You… me, we are insane!"

"That's a good possibility, mother," Julie smiled, worming a finger into the hot, wet lips of her mother's cunt. "But I doubt it. We just happen to be two girls with hot blood. We like sex, and there isn't any reason for us to lie about it."

"But, Julie… " Barbara whimpered, her ass rolling about, bouncing up and down as the finger thrust back and forth, the thumb pressing on her clitoris.

"Mother," Julie said with wisdom far beyond her age, "Sex is one of the most powerful instincts the human psyche possesses. Other than hunger for food, it is the most powerful."

"Julie, we shouldn't… "

"Just listen to me, mother, then you can talk." Julie kept her finger plunging in and out of her mother's slippery twat, slowly but aggressively. "Sex isn't something you can turn off like a tap. If you deny it, you'll dry up. Any psychologist will tell you if you deny this basic need, this drive, you'll become irritable, argumentative. You'll turn into a cold, shrewish woman, always finding fault, hard to get along with. You don't want to be that way, do you?"

"But… but…

"Mother, you've got to understand the basic needs of the human animal. Sex may be just a powerful urge, but it is also a necessary urge for a person's well being. You can't suppress the desire for water when you're thirsty, nor can you survive without food. Sure, you can live without sex, but you must understand what it will do to your emotions, your inner peace of mind. Any short study of mankind and his needs will tell you sex is an important part of your body, of your mind, of your well being."

"You know so much, Julie," Barbara said softly. "So young, and so intelligent."

Julie smiled, rubbing more firmly at her mother's clitoris now.

"But," Barbara said, licking her lips again, "what about Kenney? He could come in and see, catch us."

Julie stood up, pulling her mother to her feet. "We can go to your bedroom, lock the door if you want."

Barbara trailed after her daughter, allowing herself to be pulled from the living room, down the hail, and into her bedroom. Her legs were shaking and she wasn't sure they would support her much longer. The twitching of her pussy was maddening, and she pressed her fist into her crotch hard as Julie pulled her through the door and toward the bed.