A SECRET NEVER TO BE TOLD
A story of a Mother and Daughter and their lust for each other.
It had always been the two of them, just Lisa and her mother Rachel. Lisa's father wasn't spoken about and to be honest Lisa never wanted to ask about him, she was more than happy with life as it was.
That wasn't to say that her mum hadn't tried dating, she did have a relationship when Lisa was younger but it hadn't worked out. The man had a side to him that he didn't show until much later, a cruel, controlling side driven by his drinking.
If it hadn't been for a friend and Lisa he may well have kept Rachel under his control, but with help Rachel slowly saw him for what he was.
They never had much in the way of money, but her mum always made sure Lisa didn't want for anything and that just made Lisa love her more.
There was also something else between them, a secret, the kind of secret that could never be mentioned outside of their 4 walls for fear of someone hearing them.
Lisa was eighteen but struggled to find a job so was forced onto a training scheme.
Today however Lisa's tutor had gone home early ill and it was that one action that would start their secret.
Lisa had expected her mum to be asleep after her shift at the care home she worked at so decided not to disturb her by phoning to say she was heading home.
Letting herself in the front door she dropped her shoes off and quietly made her way upstairs.
As she got close to her mothers bedroom Lisa could hear her mother moaning. Worried she pushed her mothers bedroom door open enough to see into the room.
Her mum was lying on top of the bed naked, which wasn't unusual for her to sleep with no covers on in the hot summer.
Her eyes were closed but it became obvious to Lisa that she wasn't sleeping. The moaning wasn't because she was in pain, it was moans of pleasure.
Lisa was frozen to the spot as she watched her mothers 47 year old breasts rising and falling in time to her breathing. Her mothers hand was down in the black triangle of pubic hair, her finger rubbing and flicking the swelling bud between her legs.
Lisa should have carried on to her own bedroom, but she couldn't ignore the dampness forming between her legs. The truth was her own mother was turning her on, giving her thoughts and feelings that she should never be having.
Lisa found herself pushing her hips against the door frame and rubbing against it, but it just wasn't enough to help the feeling. Hoisting her skirt up she pushed herself hard onto the edge of the frame, the material of her white panties being forced inside of her. Feeling the cold of the wooden frame against her, she rode her hips against it, her panties wet through, her thrusts matching the pace of her mothers finger.
Her mothers head had turned to one side now. Lisa was relieved at least if she opened her eyes now she wouldn't immediately see her disgusting daughter, watching her in her most intimate moment, being so depraved that she was actually pleasuring herself whilst staring at her mother doing exactly the same thing.
The feeling inside Lisa was building, getter stronger by the second and she was loosing control. Her legs started to buckle as her orgasm hit her forcing her to grip the door frame hard, digging her finger nails in for fear of falling, as her legs tried to give way under its power.
As Lisa's orgasm hit her mother screamed out in ecstasy, her hips bucking upwards off the bed, her whole body going rigid as cry after cry came from her.
Lisa managed to recover enough from her own orgasm to head to her room before her mum came down from hers and spotted her. Lisa had never had an orgasm like it, she should have felt guilty and dirty but all she could think of was her mothers body and what she had just witnessed and she knew that she wanted more.
Rachel had tried to sleep after her long shift but that fantasy came into her mind again, the same fantasy that she had been having for the last few years. It would build up inside her head running like a film over and over again, until the only way she could be satisfied was to push her hand down between her legs and rub, to keep rubbing as the fantasy played out until it lead to her orgasm satisfying her for now, until the fantasy took control of her again sometime in the future.
She knew she was safe to pleasure herself, safe in the knowledge that Lisa wouldn't be home for a while yet.
Rachel was loving the feelings her own finger gave her and relaxed she let her head slip to one side. For some reason she opened her eyes and it was then that spotted the reflection of Lisa in the dressing table mirror. What she saw should have stopped her in her tracks, it should have made her sit up and say something to her daughter but she couldn't stop looking at Lisa in the mirror and couldn't ignore the fact that instead of wanting Lisa to stop, she wanted her to carry on. The fantasy that had started her playing quickly left her head. All she had on her mind now was her daughter.
She watched Lisa, skirt hitched up, riding against the door frame watching her ass rising and falling in her tight white panties.
Rachel knew she shouldn't have these thoughts, she shouldn't be feeling the way she was. What would people think that she was rubbing harder and harder whilst watching her own daughter? More than that, what would Lisa say that her mother was so perverted and twisted that she was being driven wild with every movement her daughter's body made.
Rachel found herself rubbing harder and faster than ever, Lisa was sending her closer and closer to an orgasm, then just as she thought these feelings couldn't possible get any stronger, she saw Lisa's body jerk watching her as she grabbed the door frame, Lisa's legs shaking and her hand desperately trying to stop the cries coming out of her mouth.
It was too much for Rachel, she had feelings rushing through her more intense than she had ever felt in her life and it all came crashing out in her orgasm. Her body shook, a primal scream exploded from her mouth, so loud and powerful it must have echoed down the street. Her legs were trying to shut, trying to clamp her hand in place between her thighs but Rachel fought to keep them open, wanting so much for Lisa to see everything. Rachel's juices gushed from her, a thing that had never happened soaking the bed, her orgasm just kept coming and coming, finally she had to give in and shut her eyes, her legs came hard together as her body continued to spasm for what seemed like forever.
Eventually Rachel's body calmed enough for her to open her eyes, Lisa had gone.
A thousand thoughts rushed into Rachel's head, had she shocked her own daughter so much loosing control the way she did, or had Lisa enjoyed it as much as she had?