Hello everyone, I hope you all are doing well. I am here to share my incest-lesbian experience with my Mom. Yes, it does sound crazy but first, let me introduce myself. I’m Ananya, 20, and I’m doing my graduation.
Okay, now let’s get to the interesting part. It wasn’t until my 19th birthday that I figured out I was bisexual. I had my first experience with a girl, which is for another day. I was always into guys and had already had sex a couple of times with my ex-boyfriend.
Coming to the story, I was home for the holidays with my parents. I’m the only child so it’s just the three of us. It’s a small house with two beds and two bathrooms. I was getting ready to get in the shower and had to pee. I sat down on the toilet seat. My Mom walked in with a stack of clothes.
She heard the water running and just assumed I was in the shower. Instead, I’m naked and peeing and I’m in full view of my Mom. She sees me and gasps and starts apologizing. She looked flustered but my exhibition kink kicked in and I was suddenly turned on.
I told her I wasn’t worried about it, it was nothing she hadn’t seen before. She laughed and said it was true. I blushed as I finished peeing. I was just about to stand up when she walked back out of the bathroom apologizing again. I was very turned on and wanted her to see me standing there fully naked.
Once she closed the door I quickly started rubbing myself and came so fast. I got in the shower and used the shower head to cum two more times! Ever since then, I couldn’t stop thinking about her seeing me naked.
The next day my dad went to work so it was just me and Mom. She told me after breakfast that she would do the laundry for me and asked me to collect the clothes. I thought this was perfect. So I told her I had them in the bathroom basket. I’ll stack them up before I go to the bath.
So I got up from the table and got all my clothes in the bathroom. I quickly stripped down and was standing there on full display just waiting for my Mom. It was good timing too because she came around the corner calling my name and I was on full display for her.
I was going to take a shower. I didn’t think I needed to close the door since you saw me yesterday. She was in shock, she didn’t turn and walk out, she just stood there. I could see her eyes taking in every inch of me and it made me so horny.
She told me, “As long as your dad isn’t home, you can be naked if you want but don’t be like this when he is home. You will get scolded.” Music to my ears! I’m glad I can be this way with her. So I turned around, bent down grabbed the basket, and gave it to her.
She must have seen my pussy when I bent down. As soon as she was out the door my fingers were on my pussy. I was at such a high at that moment thinking how can I push this situation further along. It also made me think what if my Mom is also bi-sexual and all such crazy thoughts ran through my head.
So next morning I knew my dad was leaving early so once I got up I walked out of my room and into the family room. It was such a thrill seeing my Mom on the couch watching TV in her pink satin gown. I said good morning to her as she looked up, she just smiled and stared at me as I sat on the couch next to her.
She finally said, “Well, good morning to you too, your dad won’t be back until late evening, are you doing anything today?” I laughed and said I think I’ll stay with you. I was so turned on seeing her.
Next week, Dad had to work and it was almost noon when Mom said she was going to go shower. We had been talking about my upcoming semester exams and my classes and she just asked me to come with her and we can talk while she showers. I was all for it!
We are in the bathroom, and she starts to strip down. She took off her black nighty in front of me. Now she was standing in front of me with her red bra and black panty. I was truly amazed watching her beautiful body. She looked over at me. I must have had a look on my face.
She said, “What? I can see you naked but it can’t be the other way around. ” I couldn’t believe my eyes. My Mom was stunning. I told her that she has such a great body and she should stop wearing such baggy clothes. She blushed and thanked me.
I was so turned on once she got in the shower and closed the curtain. I went and sat on the toilet, I was soaking wet. I started to touch myself as we talked lightly. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! I had a huge orgasm just feet away from my mother as she showered!
My panties were wet. So I removed my shorts and took off my panties. At this moment she peeped out of the shower to keep her undergarments on the shelf. She saw me naked from below. She smiled and said “I was the same way when I was your age. We feel like exposing our body at that age.”
I didn’t know what to say. I smiled and nodded my head. I quickly walked out before Mom could see my dripping wet pussy. So after a few days, it was the same as last time, we were in the bathroom together, except my Mom took off her bra in front of me. I gathered courage and told her,
Me: I want mine to be that big!
Mom: Maybe after having children they will grow a little bit but they will become somewhat flaccid as well.
Me: Your’s don’t exactly look like that. Looks fine! She smirked. I felt my heart was beating so fast.
Me: Would you let me touch them?
Mom: What for?
Me: Curiosity.
Mom: Alright, do it. I reached out my hand but before touching it I laughed and removed it.
Mom: Just do it. I placed my hand on her left breast. I squeezed a little. I laughed again. I placed my other hand on her other breast.
Me: They feel soft and squeezable. I laughed again and so did she. Then she put her hands in mine over my t-shirt, and I felt a chill. I wasn’t wearing a bra. She stopped quickly.
Mom: Yes, yours are firmer, it’s the youth. Do you want to join me in the shower?
Since I had not taken a bath that day, I was waiting for such an opportunity and immediately said yes. I quickly undressed myself and got into the shower with my Mom. We begin to soap ourselves. I touched her boobs and said, “They feel better with soap.”
I grabbed my Mom’s breasts, squeezed them, and moved them. She laughed and told me to stop. I approached and touched them again. Yes, they felt different but not so different from mine. It was the soft skin now slippery from the soap and the hard nipples.
My Mom turned me around to rub my back but at times I could feel her breasts against me. I can feel her gentle touch on my skin, and it sent shivers down my spine. She lathers the soap in her hands and starts to massage my shoulders. She moves to my arms, carefully washing each one.
Then she moves to my chest, covering each breast with her soapy hands. My breathing starts to quicken as I feel a wave of arousal wash over me. I’ve always found my Mom attractive. But I never thought of her in a sexual way. But as she continues to massage my body, I can’t help but feel a stirring in my core.
She reaches for more soap and starts to caress my stomach, slowly working down to my thighs. Her touch is sending shivers of pleasure through my body, and I can feel myself getting wet. She runs her hands down my legs and starts to wash my feet.
She then puts down the soap and reaches for the detachable shower head, turning the water into a warm, gentle stream. She aimed it at my legs and my vaginal region and the sensation was almost too much to handle. My Mom leaned in closer.
Her breasts brushed against my arm as she continued to spray the warm water over my body. I felt my own desires growing. I saw the water run down her naked body. Without thinking, I reached out and started to soap up Mom’s body, mirroring the movements she did on mine.
We continue to wash each other, touching and exploring every inch of our bodies. The warm water and soap somehow make everything feel so sensual and intimate. I was about to go down on Mom to wash her pussy. But she said she would do it herself and asked me to dry myself.
That was a bugger but nevertheless, I couldn’t have asked anything more today. The only comment that I made was, “It was nice and we should do this more often.” I didn’t know what her reply was. I moved out of the bathroom and later we had our lunch.
After lunch, we were sitting on the couch. Mom told me “You seem tense. Maybe you should relax a bit.” I said, “Yeah, well, it’s the exams. There’s just so much pressure. I have been a bundle of nerves lately. Mom, there’s something else I need to tell you,” I said, in a shaking voice.
Mom turned to look at her, concern evident in her eyes. “What is it, Ananya?” I took a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now. Mom, I’m bi-sexual. I like both men and women.” Mom stared at me, her eyes wide with shock.
“Mom?” I whispered, with a lump forming in my throat. I guess she didn’t know how to respond to this. Out of being rattled, she asked me to promise her that I wouldn’t tell anyone about my sexuality. She said that she was worried about how people would treat me and how it would affect our family.
She told me that she loved me and wanted to protect me from any harm. I was heartbroken. My mother was asking me to hide who I truly was. But at the same time, I understood her concerns. I knew that she was coming from a place of love. So, I made the promise.
My Mom then hugged me and told me that she would do everything in her power to help me. She said that she would always love me, no matter what. She promised to be there for me whenever I needed her.
Later that night, I was in bed when my Mom knocked on the door before entering. “I want to help you through this, Ananya,” she said tenderly. “We needed to have a heart-to-heart talk.”
But, what I wasn’t prepared for was my mother standing in front of the mirror, taking off her blue nighty. She wasn’t wearing any bra or panty and she was completely nude. “Mom, what are you doing?” I exclaimed, my voice laced with disbelief.
“Oh, I just wanted to show you something,” my mother said casually, turning around to face her. “I know you’ve been struggling with your body image. I want you to see that all bodies are beautiful, including mine. I just thought you might appreciate the view. After all, you’ve always had an eye for my body.”
I blinked, trying to process the situation. And with that, we both somehow dissolved into laughter, the air filled with the joy of our unique bond. “Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?” I blurted out, nervously wringing my hands. My Mom’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting in shock. “What?”
“Mom! I want to feel closer to you, like when I was little and used to cuddle with you in bed,” I stammered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.
She sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Ananya, I understand you want to feel close to me. But we can find other ways to bond. Maybe we can have a movie night or cook together?”
“But Mom, it’s not the same. Please?” She looked at me thoughtfully, then finally relented. “Okay, just for tonight.
I beamed, throwing my arms around her. “Thank you, Mom!” As we settled into bed, I felt a surge of warmth and love. Maybe this wasn’t a weird request after all. Her mind was racing with thoughts of a new experience I discovered.
I hesitated for a moment before finally blurting out, “Mom, can I ask you something?” I took a deep breath before finally speaking her thoughts. I whispered about masturbation, “Can I touch myself?” Mom’s heart skipped a beat at her daughter’s question.
She had always known this would come, but she didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I guess she felt it was her responsibility as a mother to guide and support her in exploring her sexuality.
“Well, first of all, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, Ananya,” Mom said, trying to ease my nerves. “Masturbation is a natural and normal way for people to explore their body and their sexual desires.” I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease with her mother’s words.
“I can show you if you’d like, ‘’Mom offered. “Really? You would do that for me?” my eyes widened with surprise. “Of course, I want you to be comfortable and know that you can always come to me for anything. Especially when it comes to understanding your body,” Mom reassured me.
Together, we laid down side by side. Mom began by explaining the anatomy of a woman’s body and how each part can bring pleasure. I listened attentively as my mother spoke, feeling more and more curious and excited. “Okay, now I want you to try it for yourself,” Mom said.
I quickly slid down my shorts and took off my top. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Mom gently placed her hand on my thigh. My face flushed with embarrassment, but I trusted her and wanted to learn from her.
I hesitantly placed my hand between my legs and started exploring my own body, just as Mom had explained. As she touched me, I felt new and incredible sensations that I had never experienced before. Mom watched my reaction intently, making sure I was comfortable and guiding me when needed.
She showed me how to use my fingers to explore my own body. Starting with small circles around my belly button and slowly moving down toward my vagina. “Take your time, Ananya”, she said softly as I tentatively began to touch myself. “Listen to your body and what feels good to you.”
I started to relax and enjoy the sensations. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to touch myself in a way I had never thought of before. My Mom’s gentle voice and encouraging words helped me to let go of any inhibitions and fully embrace the pleasure. I put my two fingers in and gently started stroking in and out.
I was in heaven with Mom lying naked by my side and her hands on my thighs. As I continued to finger my pussy, my Mom showed me different techniques and ways to finger myself. She held my hand and guided it inside my pussy in various ways.
She explained the importance of communicating with future partners and knowing what feels good for me. I let out a small moan, and Mom knew that I was experiencing pleasure. “Does that feel good, Ananya?” she asked with a warm smile.
I nodded, unable to find words to express the amazing feeling I was experiencing. After stroking my pussy for a while, I reached my first climax. Mom could see the look of pure bliss on my face. I was amazed at the intense pleasure I had just experienced.
I hugged my Mom tightly, thanking her for helping me discover this new aspect. Our boobs were pressing against each other. Both our nipples were rock hard. I was pretty sure even Mom was wet at this point.
Mom whispered as we cuddled together, “Never be afraid to explore yourself and your desires. Always remember that I am here for you.”
Later Mom drifted off to sleep. She felt proud to teach her daughter about self-love and pleasure. Most importantly, to have opened the lines of communication between us. I remember lying naked in bed next to my Mom. The soft fabric of the sheets caressed my skin as I lay on my side, facing her.
The room was dimly lit, casting a gentle glow over her naked body. My Mom slept on her back. My eyes roamed over her curves, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. I couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of envy, wishing I too could have such beautiful curves.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize when my hand started to move on its own, reaching out to touch her. My fingers traced over her soft skin, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. It was like an electric shock, sending tingles throughout my entire being.
I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned in closer. My hand was now gently cupping her breast. I could feel her nipple harden under my touch, and I couldn’t resist giving it a slight pinch. Her body stirred at the sensation, and I held my breath, afraid to wake her.
But she only let out a slight twitch and her body shifted slightly towards me. The movement surprised me, and I quickly withdrew my hand, fearing she would wake up and catch me. Instead, she reached out and grabbed my hand, placing it back on her breast.
I could feel my heart racing in my chest as she guided my hand lower down towards her pussy. Without a word, I followed her lead, my fingers grazing over her soft belly. Her body trembled at my touch. Mom had a neatly shaved pussy and as expected I could feel it was already wet when I touched her pussy lips.
My fingers found their way inside her, and she let out a deep sigh of pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was bringing her this much pleasure. It only spurred me on to explore more. She held my two fingers and gently started stroking her pussy inside out.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was overwhelmed with a mix of nerves and excitement, and her strokes gathered pace. My fingers were going deep inside Mom’s pussy and I could feel her getting wet with each stroke. My thumb rubbed against her clit.
She let out a moan that sent shivers down my spine. Her body tensed and then suddenly relaxed, her release washing over her in waves. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that I had caused her such pleasure.
It was as if we were in a world of our own, where nothing else mattered but this moment between us. My Mom had always been a source of comfort and love. But this was something entirely new and different. We lay there in each other’s arms, her breath slowly returning to a steady rhythm.
I realized that this was a moment I would never forget. It was a moment of intimacy and love between a mother and daughter, bound by a deep connection that words could never describe. We both slept in each other’s arms, naked and satisfied.
I groaned awake as the sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. I could feel a slight headache pounding in my head. I slowly opened my eyes to take in my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the warmth of the body next to me.
Instinctively, I snuggled closer, seeking out the comfort of the arms that were wrapped around me. But as my eyes focused, I realized that the person next to me was not my boyfriend but my mother. My heart rate immediately increased as I untangled myself from her embrace and sat up.
I glanced over at my Mom, who was still asleep, her long hair spread out on the pillow and a serene look on her face. What on earth had happened last night? My Mom suddenly stirred beside me. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled gently at me.
“Good morning, Ananya,” she said, her voice husky from sleep.“Morning,” I replied, trying to sound casual. My Mom’s smile faded, and she sat up, wrapping the sheets around her. My Mom reached out and took my hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“Let’s just forget about it and move on,” she said, a pleading look in her eyes. I nodded, knowing that’s what we had to do. But as my Mom got up to go to the bathroom, I saw her naked ass jiggling. My mind couldn’t help but wander back to the previous night.
The memories of the previous night came back to me about us being intimate. As my Mom returned to bed, everything was normal. But deep down, I knew that this was something we could never truly forget. Our relationship had been forever altered from that day on.
Things between my Mom and me will never be the same. We didn’t speak anything about the previous night. Mom dressed up and went to prepare breakfast and asked me to freshen up.
So this was my first lesbian incest experience with Mom, and this was only the beginning. I will explain in the next part how things went from here on.
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