Cast of Characters:
Ellena Harris: Title character and Wilma's mother.
Wilma Harris: Viewpoint character and Ellena's incesbian daughter.
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I love her and I will love her forever. It isn't for her infectious beauty and luscious charm, but because of what I am when she's with me. No one is like her and no one will ever be like her. To the world, she may be one person; but to me she's the world. When I'm with her, there's nothing else for me to look at. As I hold her in my arms, she gives herself to me. And I kiss her with utmost passion, knowing that she's all mine.
Her name is Ellena Harris. I define her as the most beautiful woman in the world who gave birth to me 19 years ago. She's in her late thirties and yet her youthful appeal isn't fading a bit. Every feature of her round face is an exquisite presentation of charisma; the deep-set blue eyes with healthy lashes, the Greek nose, the full rosy lips, and the chin with shallow dimple hold an impression of its allure. The light blonde hair is combed in long layers around her face, and it runs down to her hips in graceful curls.
She's endowed with a flawless, curvy, and full figure; it's all smooth and soft. Her symmetrically huge tits rise and fall in the rhythm of breathing. No bra smaller than 38F can fit them. Her chest converges elegantly into a slim waist, which in turn flares out at hips. They sway enticingly whenever she walks. Size 14 briefs are the snug choice for them.
I resemble my mom only if our facial features, heights, and hair color are compared. Unlike her, I'm as flat as a grown-up lanky boy. My hair isn't long and copious; I prefer to wear it in the cute, pixie style.
My dad was a handsome and energetic man. But alas! He died in a car crash. I've inherited his vim and vigor which, I must admit, are the traits of an active participant in sexual activities. After his death, mom needed someone for consolation and I was the only one who cared for her. The idea, that another man would come into her life and replace dad, anguished me a lot; my true feelings for her made me assume like that. It was true that I lusted after my own mother. The lesbian disposition led me to have carnal fantasies about her. But I could not ward off the possibility of her second marriage, if the meaning of my relationship with her was not changed.
And so, that Sunday night, I made up my mind for the adventure. The door to her bedroom was not locked. I entered it without hesitation and walked over to her bed. She lay there, sound asleep. I looked at her face. Its celestial radiance made me to reach it and finger aside some stray curls. I knew that she was nude and vulnerable under the silk top sheet. Hence, I took it off her with deliberation and joined her abed. I was sure that she was having an erotic dream; her hardened nipples and the wetness between her thighs told me the whole story. I pushed her legs to splay them and glued my mouth to her lubed pussy, savoring the most delicious juice I ever tasted. Then, I stretched her outer labia to flick my tongue on the inner cunt and located her clit. I was happy to find that it was already engorged. So, I began to suck it. Mom woke up. She moaned and called dad, imploring him to eat her more. I deduced that he was a good cunnilinguist; she had his dream obviously. I kept on holding her clit in my mouth until she convulsed and climaxed again.
I licked the girl cum off her pussy. After that, I continued to lick up her stomach and grabbed her knockers to kiss them. She reached my head and held it on the realization of mistaking me for her hubby. A look of shock stole over her beautiful face as she stared at me. At that precise moment, I chose to act fast. Hence, I seized her wrists to pin them on the mattress and took her lips for a fiery kiss. Her resistance to my assault was likely; instead, she gave in and closed her eyes. I let go of her wrists when she kissed me back. Her acceptance of my sexual advance was an incitation for me and I proceeded to lick her voluptuous body all over, paying more attention to her tits and pussy. She came for the third time as I ate her out with ache and passion.
Since then, we've been living together as partners rather than the blood relations. She's my concubine and I'm her beau. We're too pleased with each other to date a man. In order to describe our day-to-day erotic episodes, it'll be appropriate for me to portray them as a broad narrative.