Hello my name is Kerri. I’m eighteen years old with black hair and matching eyes. I live with my mother in a little hut in the middle of the woods. I don’t have any clue who or where my father is and neither does my mom.
I don’t know why my mom even cared about the bastard anymore. He left her after they first met and never came back. Little did he know that night when he messed around with my mom that was the day I was conceived.
Many times my mom said I looked like him a little bit. The fact that I was kind of short was the one thing she pointed out. The dark hair and eyes was another thing (even though my mom has black hair too).
“I’m just glad you didn’t get his nose,” my mom said one day, “That was his only real flaw. He had this terrible beak of a nose.”
“I wish you’d just forget about him” I told her, “He’s gone, so what? He missed out on you.”
We had been picking berries, which was a weekly thing. My mother was wearing a light blue dress and her black hair was up in a bun. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about that. Sometimes I didn’t even question why Kurtz had been enticed by my mother, but why my mom ever fell for that dick I’ll never know.
“Now Kerri, me and your father were young. I’m sure he just found someone else that he really did have feelings for… or died whichever came first” she said with a small smile. I couldn’t help to laugh a little.
We went back to our little hut and began snacking on our berries. Afterwards my mom told me to got wash off in the hot spring near by. I took the old towel we had and walked to the hot spring. I removed the dress I had been wearing and dipped into the pool. The warm water over my skin felt amazing.
I splashed the water on my breasts. The one thing my mother said that she was glad I didn’t have was her small breasts. When I first heard that from her I was a little embarrassed; but then I felt a little proud. I looked over my shoulder to make sure my mom wasn’t coming to check on me and then when I was sure she wasn’t I let my fingers gently go around the skin of my nipples. I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from moaning.
I trailed my fingers down my stomach; my fingernails comfortably grazing my skin. Since me and my mom slept in the same room it was impossible for me to really experiment with touching myself. So I loved it when I got to take a bath because it gave me a reason to touch myself.
I let my fingers slip in between my legs. My heart hammered in my chest as I rubbed the lips of my pussy. A very small “mmm” escaped my lips. I slid my middle finger up and down my slit and I moaned quietly. I looked over my shoulder again just to be safe and then I slid my middle finger inside of me.
“Oh god,” I groaned. A lot louder than I wanted to actually; I unfortunately made myself stop there. I dried myself off and got dressed to head back to my home. When night fell I was still a little horny.
Me and my mom alternated beds. Some nights I was on the regular bed, and sometimes I was on the hay bed that was on the floor. This was the case tonight.
When I was sure my mother was asleep I kicked my sheets off and raised my night gown to my stomach and started fingering myself. Now normally I wouldn’t do this in the house but I just couldn’t help it tonight. It felt amazing; I was beginning to notice my pussy was getting very wet.
“Kerri honey” I heard my mom whisper.
I looked to see that her eyes were wide open. My heart sank.
“Mom… I couldn’t help it… I’m sorry” said my eyes filling with tears. Then I was surprised, instead of scolding me like I thought she would she smiled.
“Don’t be sorry,” she whispered, “its only natural, I mean even I get the urge… of course I’m more subtle about it because in eighteen years you have yet to catch me do it.”
I felt my cheeks burn red. I didn’t think it was such a good thing to talk about stuff like that with your mother. But then suddenly my interest had been peaked.
“Can you tell me a little more about dad?” I asked softly. My mother quirked a brow curiously, she knew I didn’t like my dad much for ditching us. But she started talking anyway.
“Well he was no Adonis… but he was quite the man. He was a little short just like you are, dark hair, dark eyes, a perfectly toned body…” my mom was obviously getting lost in her memories after that. I stood up and sat on her bed; tears were slowly swelling in her eyes. I embraced her and we held each other for a long time.
“It’s okay” I whispered.
She pulled away and looked at me. There was something in her eyes that was something different than anything I ever saw before. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked; but I didn’t pull away. In fact I couldn’t pull away. I pulled her body closer to me and pushed the back of her head so our kiss could deepen. We pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes.
“Maybe we should stop” my mother said. Though that’s what she was saying the gleam in her eye said otherwise. I shook my head.
“No mommy, I don’t want to stop” I said in a whimper.
At the word “mommy” she melted. She grabbed the bottom of my night gown and pulled it up and over my head. She gazed longingly and kissed me again passionately. I laid down on her bed as she kissed me. She squeezed one of my breasts tightly, her nails digging into my flesh. It felt surprisingly good. She sat up and removed her own night gown showing her breasts. Now I had to admit mine were bigger than hers; but god they were adorable. In fact my mom’s body was amazing. She was in her early forties and her boobs were still as perky as a teenager’s, her stomach was perfectly flat, and her pussy was surrounded by a forest of black pubic hair. I felt my natural juices begin to flow just by looking at her.
“You’re so beautiful” I whispered.
“It runs in the family” my mother said with a wink.
She bent over and kissed me gently. Then I felt her touch my wet pussy, I arched my back in the pleasure my mother was giving me.
“Did that feel good sweet heart?” she whispered to me.
I nodded hastily and to my delight she did it again. But this time her fingers probed past my vagina’s lips. I squirmed in pleasure; then a thought crossed my mind. I should be doing something to my mom since she was doing something for me. So I raised my hands to my mom’s chest and began fondling her breasts. My mother seemed to appreciate this because she began sliding two fingers in and out of me. It was amazing. To help out some more I pinched her nipples and began rolling them in between my index finger and thumb. We moaned and groaned together; our tongues dancing around each other. Then I held my mother tightly to me as my pussy began to spasm. Juices flowed freely from my crotch covering my mother’s hand. She sat up and put her two fingers to her mouth, then she licked my cum off of her fingers.
“Wow,” I said softly, “that was wonderful.”
My mother smiled
“It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like that,” she said in a very happy tone. “I’m glad I could please.”
I sat up and kissed my mother.
“Now, it’s my turn to please you,” I said
At first she looked like she didn’t want to but I won her over with a second kiss and a gentle squeeze to her right breast. I began working my way down her body by licking her neck, then kissing the flesh in between her boobs up and down over and over again. Then I went down a little lower by kissing her flat as a board tummy.
“I can’t believe I was in such a sexy stomach” I said with lust in my voice.
She smiled and urged me to go on. I made it to her little crotch bush and licked where I assumed her clitoris was. Her moan proved that I had targeted right. I began to suck softly on her clit. She moaned as I did so. I moved down just a little more and spread the lips of her vagina apart. I flicked my tongue in and out of her making her moan even louder. I knew when she was about to cum when her body shuttered and she arched her back. I let her cum squirt into my mouth. I took every drop and swallowed it really enjoying the taste. We kissed once more before she covered us with her blanket.
“Thank you honey… I needed that” she said softly.
I rested my head on her breasts and nuzzled them, and before falling asleep I whispered. “No… thank you mom…”