Joan woke up and checked the time. 3 am. Susan slept curled under her arm, their legs spooned up together like--well, like lovers. Images of last night's love making filled her mind, and then shame rose up from her belly like a fever.
Oh god.
What had she done?
Joan slipped out of bed as carefully as she could and made her way to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee, and held herself, rocking, tears rising up, and the heat of shame literally making her skin crawl. Why had she done this? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She had had sex with Susan. How could she face her in the morning? This was wrong, wrong, wrong. Then, a memory of Susan's smile as she looked down at her mother's pussy.
Susan will be damaged. They must never speak of this. The taste of Susan's pussy in her mouth, the insistence of her clit under her tongue. Joan shivered, wiped herself-- oh God, she's still so wet--stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.
"You have had sex with your daughter. You are a pervert. You've violated her," she said to bleary-eyed self. And as she heard herself say these self-incriminating words she did not truly believe, her imagination was overwhelmed with the memories. The intensity of her fingers deep in her daughter's vagina, how her nipples stayed hard in her mouth, and the joy of her cries when she came. She came. Susan came from her touch.
Now she was getting cold. Should she go back to bed? Maybe she should sleep on the couch? Oh! the couch, where they first kissed...
Despite Joan's care, Susan had awoken just as her mother slipped from their warm sheets. It took her a few seconds to realize she was in mom's room. And what they had done. She had had sex with her mom. And it was so hot. Susan's body immediately warmed with excitement as the details became clear of where she was and what they had done. Her memories flooded with the sight of her mother's dark eyes, and her full breasts, the feel of her clit under Susan's finger, the sounds of her mother's whispers in her ears. She trembled under the sheets as a bolt of excitement shot through her. She turned and put her arms into the empty place where Joan had lain, and waited for her to return to bed.
By the time Joan returned, Susan had fallen asleep again, but she woke enough to open her arms, and pull Joan toward her. Susan slid her legs between her mother's to hold her close, then closer. She felt that Joan may have pulled back just slightly, but Susan pulled naked warm body close to warm Joan's chilly skin. Holding her tight against her, she felt Joan shudder, and then gasp as she began to cry.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
