Morgan, my daughter, was coming home for the Thanksgiving holiday. She was in her second year of college. I was excited about her coming home but that night I had to work late - the bane of being a single mom who worked too hard in a high profile executive position.
I didn't get home until eleven o'clock and to my surprise, I met Morgan just coming in. I was dressed in my business suit and Morgan was her typical self, jeans and a T-shirt. We hugged and kissed and showed a lot of true affection.
She explained that she'd been home earlier and not finding me went out with Jeff, her high-school ex who called. I didn't ask much but instead made us a snack and poured some wine.
Morgan was excited about her classes and we spent an hour talking about her professors. As we became quiet, I could see she was troubled. Jeff called just has she had arrived and asked to see her. They'd broken up before she left last August and she thought it was all over. He assured her he just wanted to go for a drink.
As usual, Morgan confided, they would park the car and Jeff wanted to kiss. Morgan wouldn't let him, except her neck and cheek. She knew what he wanted and stroked his crotch as he kissed her. He came fast like Morgan hoped. That is all he wanted. Morgan knew it from the beginning and did not argue. He dropped her off just as I arrived.
Morgan knew it was wrong what she'd done since she had no real connection to Jeff. In fact she had used him in high school to hide her lesbianism, although she never expressed her orientation to anyone. We talked about her feelings and why she'd gone with Jeff that night.
I told her not to be too hard on her self. Seeing how late it was, I took Morgan by the hand to the bedroom. We hugged each other.
"You remember how to do it honey," I asked seductively.
"I could never forget, Mom," Morgan replied.
Morgan knelt down, letting her mind fantasize what lay under my skirt. She reached around and unzipped the skirt, then pulling it gently to the floor. I was wearing a white satin half-slip. She kissed where it covered my tummy and rubbed her cheeks in the soft fabric. It was obvious she hadn't any intimate sex since I had seen her last, except with herself.
Her hands reached under the slip and I felt her warm hands grabbed the firm flesh of my ass. She pressed her face closer into my body. The way her hands kneaded my ass over the panties was igniting a deep reserve of passion I wanted to release. Finally, Morgan pulled the slip down and kissed my white panties that hugged my hips and crotch tightly. Her nose nudged my gusset, taking in my womanly scent. She knelt back and stared at my pubic hairs clearly visible under the light fabric. Being away and alone, I'm sure she had thought about this moment so often as she masturbated alone.
Her fingers ran over the little depressions in my crotch as I twitched at the stimulation. She then blew her hot breath over the spot and kissed it deeply and warmly. A warm tingly feeling invaded my body as I felt her tongue press into my womanhood. I didn't want my daughter to stop.
"I've missed your fragrance and your softness, Mom," she said.
"I missed you too, hon," was all I could reply as my nipples hardened in my bra and my feelings of lust increased.
"Your underwear is beautiful as always. These panties fit like they were made for you," she said softly looking at the depression over the lips of my vagina.
I didn't reply but let her hands kneads my firm buttocks and her stiff tongue tease the depression and feel her warm tongue. Morgan's hands then began to slide up and down my stockings. Her fingers played with the stocking bands and the suspenders of the garter belt. I'm sure she was letting her fantasies flow freely in her mind after such a long time away. She breathed deeply as she unfastened each suspender and rolled down each stocking, licking the inside of each leg. The wetness of her tongue on each thigh felt so delicious. Then, reaching her arms around me, she kissed my tummy as she undid the garter belt and threw it aside.
"Your body is still the most beautiful, Mom," she said. "I thought about doing this many times."
"I've always enjoyed your compliments, luv. I've been waiting for you too," I said in reply.
Morgan's lips gave a final peck to my panties before she got to her feet and kissed me on the lips. She was a young woman in need. I could feel it. We embraced each other for a moment before she continued her job of undressing me. Her fingers slowly unfastened the buttons on my blouse and pulled the garment off. I was wearing one of Morgan's favorite bras, a white demi-bra with lacy cups and shoulder bands. She took each orb into her hand and kissed the bra cup.
"They missed you too," I said with a smile.
Morgan giggled but continued to kiss each breast until she began to nibble on the fabric.
"Harder honey," I coaxed her knowing she enjoyed teasing me this way. I put my hand behind her head to encourage her. Soon I felt her mouth bite into the bra cup, teasing my nipples to swell. With her other hand, she caressed the breast she wasn't sucking, weighing it in her hand until she would pinch the bra cup feeling the rising nipple. The room was silent except for our breathing.
When she had both nipples hard and my daughter felt I was beginning to squirm, we kissed on the mouth again with a long wet French kiss. Our lips locked and we kissed tenderly, finally enjoying each other after such a long time. I let her tongue come into my mouth, only shortly distracted that she may have kissed Jeff earlier that evening. Morgan liked to kiss and I let her tongue explore my mouth, even sucking my tongue into her own mouth. She hugged me tight, telling me that our desire for one another hadn't diminished. Morgan pushed herself up on her toes in order to have her breasts meet mine. Although we both had our bras on, the touch of her smaller breasts against mine was electrifying. I hadn't felt such lust since we'd last been together.
When our embraced finished, I stepped out of my clothes lying on the floor.
"Let me look at you Mom," Morgan asked innocently.
I stood still with my arms at my side. Her gaze was hard and intimidating, just the way I liked it. Morgan walked slowly around me, scanning my body. She traced her finger around my shoulder as she stared at my wet bra cups.
Behind me, her hand caressed each buttock and kneading the flesh; I enjoyed her warm hands.
"I love your bum, Mom," she said. We both laughed at the sound of her words. My bum was not fat but firm and full, filling out skirts and dresses with a noticeable curve that got attention from men in the office.
"May I," Morgan asked, almost whispering.
"If it pleases, you luv," I replied softly.
I bent over, raising my rump, feeling my panties ride down my ass somewhat. Morgan stared at my bum for several seconds, perhaps fantasizing, before I felt the first hard "whack" of her hand and against my ass cheek. There was no wasting time as she delivered several more in quick succession. I hadn't been spanked in a long time, so I felt the slaps sharply.
"Pull your panties down, Mom," she ordered in an expressionless tone.
I did what she asked; pulled the back of my panties down just enough to expose my ass cheeks. Immediately the spanking continued. In order to steady herself, Morgan secured her hand around my bra strap that went around my back. She continued to spank me, gazing at my ass cheeks wobble under each blow. She waited for my cheek to stop vibrating before I felt the next hard "whack." The globes soon turned a pinky red. The spanking aroused deep caverns of lust I'd been denying for months and that masturbation cannot release. Somehow Morgan knew this and slapped me continuously for several minutes. When she finished, she caressed my reddened ass with her hand and kissed each cheek wetly, almost licking them. She then pulled my panties back up.
When I turned to embrace her, she was staring at the floor.
