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Mother's Day of Future Passed	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 4708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Babysitting was an easy job, and it gave her time to think. The fourteen-year-old girl paced back and forth; she drummed her fingers on the armrest of the sofa, she lay on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. She figured she could use the quiet job of watching a three-month-old baby girl to finally get her thoughts in order. She was wrong. While her new cousin slept through the night, Zia Simpson could not be more awake.
Ever since Maggie returned from London for Christmas and in time to give birth, she had decided to lay low for a while. She made her fortune in the musical industry and bought an apartment in Springfield as a quiet get-away. Maggie’s life was a demanding one, and she was more than thankful to have Zia babysit when she had to step out. The in-built wall clock clicked over to 10 pm; the digital display was showing from the wall itself on the evening of March 11, 2042.
“What am I going to do?” Zia sighed as she fell back on the couch.
Half an hour later, Zia heard a key in the latch, and her Aunt Maggie walked into the apartment. She dropped her keys and bag on a small table before she made her way to the lounge room. Zia, who was flicking through a holo-magazine, smiled and waved.
“You know, if you’re going to keep me here too late, then it’s my mom you’re going to have to answer too,” Zia smirked. Maggie opened her mouth to reply, but Zia quickly cut her off.
“Oh, and the baby is fine,” she smirked. “She slept the whole time you were out.” Maggie was a little annoyed at the interruption, as most of the time she felt that she could never get a word in. But she was tired from her night out. She wasn’t in the mood to protest. Maggie just smiled, nodded, and made her way into her daughter’s darkened room.
“Aunt Maggie, can I talk to you about something?” Zia asked when Maggie returned to the living room. She was… nervous. Maggie just smiled and took a seat next to her niece on the couch. “I don’t really know how to start this, so I’m just going to say it straight out. I’ve got this crush…. on a girl at school,” Zia said. She suddenly felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. Just saying it, admitting it, finally explaining what was on her mind, was a surprising relief. Maggie was a little taken back. She wasn’t expecting this from her niece at all.
“I just thought that with you in the music business, you might have some… experience? Maybe? Please don’t take that the wrong way Aunt Maggie. I just… I just don’t know who I can talk to. Mom and I are still kinda connecting after she found my Ultranet room, but I don’t want to bring this up with her just yet.” Once Zia started talking and confessing her hidden feelings, she just found herself talking more and more. It had been pent up inside her for so long that she didn’t want to stop.
“And I’m scared that if I do bring it up, she’s going to hate me or lecture me or… something.” Zia had been disconnected from her mother for the past year. And now that they had started to talk again, she felt like these feelings would tear them apart. Zia started to cry. A tear dripped down her cheek as she leaned forward and buried her face in her hands. Her tuft of blue hair brushed over the back of her hand as she sobbed. Maggie just smiled as she shifted next to her niece. She wrapped her arms around her, pulled her into a tender hug, and just let her cry. It was late, and she was tired. But Maggie wasn’t going to send Zia home like this. Maggie knew how isolated she had been from her family with her career. Much like with Zia and Lisa, she too would start to reconnect with those she loved. And this was as good a time as any to start. Lisa would ring if she were worried or if she wanted Zia home. But Zia had just opened up to her aunt. Maggie wasn’t going to let her go home now.
It took a few minutes for Zia to calm herself down. Maggie offered her some tissues from a box, and Zia used one to her eyes dry and wipe the tear trails from her face.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I guess it all just came out at once.” Zia took another tissue to blow her nose.
“I know we don’t talk too much, Zia,” Maggie finally spoke, “what with me on tour and all. But I’m afraid I really can’t help you. I wouldn’t know where to begin with something like this. Girls just don’t interest me like that. And I think you should really be talking to your mother about this kind of thing. She might be able to help you.” Maggie quickly covered her mouth, but the words had already slipped past her lips. She cursed herself under her breath.
“What do you mean? How she be able to help?” Zia asked. She wiped a sniffle from her nose. Maggie’s eyes fell to her lap; she’d done it now. Zia suddenly didn’t feel so sad and embarrassed about her feelings.
“Aunt Maggie? What did you mean? Did Mom… was she the same?” Maggie sighed and stood up from the couch. She walked over to a nearby bookcase and pulled a large blue binder from the shelf.
“I know that pictures are stored and sent through b-mail and… what’s that social network that everyone’s using? Mindspace? But your grandmother still preferred a good old-fashioned photo album.” Zia was intrigued. Almost no one had physical copies of photos anymore.
“Every Christmas, your grandmother would sit us on the couch for a card photo.”
“Whoa, is that….mom?” Zia asked, pointing at the first one. Lisa sat next to her brother. She wore her pink dress, and the spikes of her hair were decorated with tiny silver bells. Abe Simpson slept beside her, wearing a Santa hat with mashed potatoes covering his chin.
“Yep, and there’s me. I don’t remember this one. I was only a year old.” Maggie pointed to herself. Zia chuckled at the sight. Her aunt was only a baby, and she had her head poking up out of a large Christmas stocking. One by one, they went through the Christmas photos. Zia watched as her mother, Uncle Bart and Aunt Maggie grew each year. She saw her young mother in a Goth phase and then dressed up as an anime character. The next photo showed Lisa dressed in a vest, a tie, and a wide-brimmed hat, followed by a picture of her in a green top. She had curled back the spikes on her hair, the way she wore them now. Zia noticed that Lisa looked more and more mature in each photo, while her uncle Bart looked more and more like a slob. He held a flag with ‘State College’ written on it and a suitcase in one photo. In the next, the flag read ‘Flunked Out.’ And in the photo taken one year after Lisa went to college, Zia’s jaw dropped.
“No way,” she gasped. There, in the photo, was her mother. She was wearing a plain blue top with a woman sitting next to her on the armrest. Whoever this woman was, she wore a grey t-shirt and a black vest. They were…
“Holding hands?” Zia asked. She looked up at her aunt. Maggie nodded and turned the page.
“Two?” Zia asked again, shocked at the next photo. The couch was getting crowded.
“Yep, Lisa had two girlfriends.” Maggie sighed. “I remember when she brought them home too. Mom and Dad were fine, but I could just feel the awkward tension for the first few days. Lisa was very close with all of them.” Zia wasn’t listening. She was more focused on the photo. She couldn’t believe this. All this time, she was worried about asking her mother about how she felt, while her mother dared to bring three girlfriends home to meet her parents.
The ringing phone wasn’t enough to pull Zia’s attention away from the photo. She studied the three women as Maggie rose to answer the call. Zia looked over their outfits, their faces, their hairstyles. She studied every feature of the ladies her mother had brought home. They were beautiful women, but Zia was still in disbelief. She had no idea.
“That was your mother,” Maggie said as she came back into the room. “She’s on her way to pick you up.” Maggie knelt to her niece’s level and closed the album in Zia’s hands.
“Look, Zia. That stuff about your Mom… it’s not the kind of thing she’d want me telling you.”
“But I have to ask her about it.”
“I know, I know. And I think you should. Just… just don’t say that I told you, alright? It’s kind of a personal thing. Tell her that you just found the album and looked through it. You can take it home too if you want. Just look after it for me, okay?”
Zia spent the drive home in silence. She held the photo album tightly in her lap. The only noise she made was a slight grunt whenever Lisa asked her how she was doing. Lisa, however, feared they were falling apart again. She began to search her memories of the past few days. Maybe something she did? Or said? Maybe Zia was just tired? She was, after all, only thirteen years old. It was already quite late. Lisa decided she would wait until tomorrow to talk about it. But that night in bed, Zia had scanned the two photos and sent them to herself as a b-mail. She lay in the dark room with her eyes closed, just looking at the picture displayed inside her eyelids. She could talk to her mother. She’d been down this path before. Now, she had no reason to be worried about what she’d say. Just like her, her mother once harbored a crush on girls. She closed the pictures and rolled onto her side. Yes, tomorrow, Zia knew that her mother would be able to help her.
*****
Zia woke up late the following morning. By the time she had made it downstairs, Lisa had found the photo album and was flicking through her memories over a cup of coffee.
“Good morning,” Lisa smiled. Zia, like most girls her age, was not a morning person. She didn’t even notice the photo album on the table. Zia shuffled through the kitchen, her eyes barely open, to pour herself a bowl of cereal. Zia didn’t drink coffee, but the smell alone from Lisa’s cup was enough to wake her up. She finally noticed the photo album on the table. Zia ate her breakfast in silence. Her mind was working out what she would say to her mother. Finally, after finished her bowl, Zia spoke.
“Mom?” she asked. “Can I talk to you?” Lisa was a little taken back. Normally it was her to ask for a word, not Zia.
“Of course,” Lisa said. She tried not to sound too excited. The two had only started to become closer after Lisa visited Zia inside her Ultranet room. And since then, Zia wasn’t spending as much time connected as she used to.
“Well… um… I don’t really know how to say this.”
“Just start at the beginning, honey,” Lisa took a patient sip of her coffee. Zia had decided that if being direct and upfront had worked with Maggie, it would work with Lisa. She reached for the photo album and opened it to the Christmas pages.
“Mom, Maggie told me about your old girlfriends.” Lisa, who was halfway through her sip of coffee, coughed and spluttered against her mug. She quickly lifted her hand to her mouth to catch any errant drops or splashes, and she placed her mug down on the table.
“Wh… what did you say?” she asked. “Maggie?”
“Look, Mom, I’ll just say it. I’ve got a crush on a girl at school. I didn’t know how tell you, so I asked Maggie for advice last night. This is her album,” Zia placed her hand upon the open page. “She told me you had three girlfriends. I saw the photos. I just want… I just want to know what to do.”
“Well… I… um… ” Lisa had no idea what to say. For the first time in a long while, her brain had failed her. Zia’s sudden admission of possible homosexuality had taken her completely off guard. She looked down at the photos and then back up at her daughter’s determined face.
“Look, Zia… These girls were nothing serious. We were just really close friends.”
“Well, that’s not what Aunt Maggie said,” Zia half-lied. Maggie had never revealed the true nature of their relationship. She didn’t explicitly say they weren’t, only ‘very close.’ Lisa sighed. Maggie had told Zia of her younger days, and the evidence was literally right under their noses. There was no way Lisa could deny this.
“I swear,” Lisa said. “The one time Maggie actually talks to us, and she’s got to spill the beans on my old sex life.”
“So you admit it?” Zia asked. Lisa sighed and nodded her head.
“Yes, I admit it. But these girls weren’t my first.”
“Not your first? So… you liked women before college?”
“Zia, don’t get me wrong. I prefer men. It just that when people grow up, sometimes they want to… experiment with someone of the same gender. Some people just want to explore something new.”
“And how old were you when you first ‘experimented’”? Zia asked. She emphasized the work with her fingers in the air.
“I was eight, Zia,” Lisa sighed. “Much younger than you. It was with a girl named Jessica Lovejoy.”
“Lovejoy? The reverend’s daughter? Her? But her dad’s so religious. He’s… well, he’s a reverend.”
“And she’s the exact opposite. Jessica…,” Lisa paused for a moment as she worked out what she was trying to say. “She taught me a lot. And she was my first.”
“And how do you feel about that?” Zia asked.
“Oh, I don’t regret anything. Not for a second. But for a ten-year-old girl, Jessica was a wild one.”
“So, can you help me out here? Maybe give me some advice on what I should do?”
“Zia, it wouldn’t bother me if you were gay or straight or bi. But all I can say is you just need to be yourself. Get to know this girl. Become friends with her and see what happens.”
“That’s it?” Zia asked. Lisa shrugged. She was taken off guard by this, and she was more expecting Zia to ask about boys.
“Once you get to know them, you can find out if they share the same feelings as you.”
“You know what, Mom,” Zia said as she rose from her chair. “Forget it. I’m glad we talked, but I was expecting something a little more. You know, like actual advice. I can always go onto the Ultranet and find out what I need to know. Or maybe I’ll just ask Jessica.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” Lisa yelled. She stood up and slammed her hands on the table. “No daughter of mine is going to find out about that kind of stuff online.”
“Then teach me!” Zia yelled back. “Teach me like Jessica taught you! I don’t know what to do; I don’t know how to process this. I don’t know how I can move forward with this. Teach me what I can do.” The mother and daughter glared at each other across the kitchen table, but neither were going to back down.
“Why not practice with a holo-girl instead?” Lisa asked.
“And what? Make friends with someone who doesn’t technically exist?” Zia scoffed.
“Oh, now you want to make friends. I thought I didn’t give actual advice. Maybe I just think you’re too young to be learning about this kind of stuff.”
“Oh, that’s rich. Coming from Miss I-had-my-first-girlfriend when I was eight years old.”
“That… that was different, Zia.”
“How? How was it different, Mom?”
“We were just kids. We didn’t really know what we were doing.”
“You, maybe. But from what you’ve told me, I think Jessica knew exactly what she was doing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some homework to catch up on.” Zia stormed past her mother and out into the hall.
“ZIA! YOU GET BACK HERE!” Lisa yelled, but her daughter ignored her. She soon heard the faint slamming of her bedroom door.
*****
Lisa paced back and forth around the kitchen. Ten minutes had passed, and for all she knew, Zia had already plugged herself into the Ultranet by now. She couldn’t let her daughter find out that way. She was so determined that simply telling her ‘no’ wasn’t going to cut it. Lisa knew that Zia wasn’t going to back down. And she knew the safest way would be to teach her.
“God help me,” Lisa whispered. She yanked the fridge door open and grabbed a half-empty bottle of wine. It wasn’t even 10 am, yet Lisa she pulled the cork from the bottle and took a massive drink. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and put it back in the fridge.
“Here we go.”
“Zia? Zia, open the door.” Lisa knocked and tried to turn the doorknob, but Zia had locked herself inside. If she was in the Ultranet, then she’d be unconscious and wouldn’t respond. Lisa had gone in there once before to find her; she could go in and do it again. Lisa turned and walked back down the hall. She would need to get her laptop and cord if she was going in after her. But she had only taken a few steps before Zia opened the door. Lisa turned back, just in time to see her daughter leaning up against the doorframe.
“Look, Zia. I’m not having you learning about this stuff online.” Lisa grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the bedroom. “But you are going to have to learn about it eventually. Are you sure you want me to tell you everything?”
“Absolutely,” Zia said.
“All right. Let’s get started.”
Lisa closed the door behind them. She didn’t expect Milhouse to be home, but she locked it anyway. She sat down on Zia’s chair while her daughter sat on her bed. Lisa suddenly realized she had no idea where to begin. How could a parent even know where to start with their own child. Her few moments of hesitation were ended when Zia spoke up.
“What do we do first?” she asked. Lisa decided to start at the very beginning, just like Jessica had done with her.
“We’re going to start with the basics. Have you kissed anyone before?”
“Only a few kisses on the cheek, nothing more than that.”
“Then we have to teach you how to kiss properly,” Lisa pulled her chair up to the bed. “Now, you can’t just go for a peck on the lips. You want to part your lips slightly on contact, maybe tilt your head just a little bit to the right, depending on the partner. You should also wrap your arms around him… or her.”
“Okay, then what?”
“After that, you move onto making out. While your lips are parted, you can slip your tongue between them and into your partner’s mouth.”
“Eww, that’s gross,” Zia said.
“Hey, you wanted to know,” Lisa shrugged. “People do it. They rub their tongues together and usually do some groping too.”
“Groping?”
“Groping is when you squeeze or hold someone in… in one of their special places.”
“You mean like this?” Zia asked. She shamelessly lifted her arm and grabbed her mother’s breast through her shirt. Lisa froze for a second before brushing her daughter off.
“Zia, I’m just walking you through this stuff. Alright? This is a lecture, not a demonstration.”
“But if I don’t try it with you, then how will I know if I’ve got it right.”
“Excuse… try it with me? I don’t think so. I’m not that open with my kids the way Jessica is.”
“Well, it looks like I’ll be paying her a visit then,” Zia said as she stood up, but Lisa grabbed her hand and pulled her right back down.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Next step is when you and…”
“Hang on, what about the kiss?” Zia interrupted. She knew she had won this. Lisa was trying so hard to avoid the physical contact and stop it from getting awkward. But all Zia had to do was mention Jessica or the Ultranet, and Lisa’s fear of both would get her exactly what she wanted. But for Lisa, it was more a matter of morals and principles. She was Zia’s mother, and now her daughter was asking for a kiss.
“Do we really have to? Zia, I’m your mother. Families don’t do that kind of stuff, not even for a demonstration.”
“Does Jessica?” Zia asked with a smirk.
“D’oh… fine. But this stays between us. You don’t tell anyone. Not your father, not Aunt Maggie, no one.” Lisa stood up and placed her hands on Zia’s head. Before she lost her nerve, Lisa leaned in and pressed her lips against her daughter’s mouth. Zia found herself quickly falling into the kiss. She tilted her head to the right, pushed her tongue against her mother’s lips, and even grabbed her chest again, just as she was told. Lisa froze at the feel of Zia’s tongue. She knew this was her daughter, and she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that came from kissing another woman. Lisa closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was one of her ex-girlfriends, but all that came to her was Jessica. Suddenly, she couldn’t stop thinking about the reverend’s daughter. In her mind, she pictured herself as a child again with Jessica Lovejoy in her arms. She remembered the feel of her naked skin, her taste on her lips, her tongue in her mouth. Lisa opened her eyes again and saw Zia looking back at her. She quickly pulled herself away. She had let her mind wander and held the kiss for far too long.
“Whoa…” Zia muttered. She stared blankly at Lisa as she processed what had just happened. She’d just had her first kiss… from her mother, no less. Zia could still feel it on her lips; she could still feel the tongue in her mouth. The memories were fresh in her mind, and she knew she wouldn’t forget them in a hurry. Lisa cleared her throat and quickly composed herself before sitting back down.
“What’s next?” Zia asked. At first, she only wanted to learn how to deal with her crush. But now, she wanted to learn so much more. She wanted to know everything; everything that her mother did with Jessica and the other girls.
“Next…,” Lisa began. “Next, we’ll go with… oh God. I can’t believe that I’m actually doing this. Next is undressing. If you and this girl work out, you’re going to want to learn how to do this properly.”
“So, we just strip?” Zia asked. Lisa noticed that Zia seemed a little too keen for this. She didn’t have time to answer before her daughter stood from the bed. She pulled her purple tank top over her head.
“No, I meant we should…” Lisa started, but Zia ignored her. In full view of her mother, and without any hesitation, she lifted her training bra and pulled it over her head. It quickly joined the tank top on the floor. Zia’s chest was showing the first stages of puberty. The bumps that would soon become her tits had only barely begun to rise from her body. Her belt was the next to go, followed by her purple skirt. Zia kicked off her boots and dropped her panties before sitting back on her bed, naked and shameless in front of her mother.
“Okay, now what?” she asked. Lisa sighed.
“I was going to say ‘I’ll show you what to do as we go’. Stripping off shouldn’t be a race, Zia. There’s nothing wrong with taking a little bit of time to enjoy the moment.”
“Well, how about you talk me through what to do for you,” Zia said. Once again, Lisa found herself in a bind. She had just taken her daughter’s first kiss; she had gone too far already. She knew she should walk away. Lisa could see her daughter’s computer on the desk in the corner of the room, and the Ultranet cord plugged in and ready for use. Lisa stood up grabbed her daughter’s wrists. She placed Zia’s hands on the collar of her shirt.
“Act as if you’re taking someone’s jacket for them,” Lisa said, feeling her top being slipped off her arms. Next, Zia removed her mother’s pearl necklace and placed it gently on her bedside table.
“Now, put your hands under the hem of the t-shirt, just like that. Up and over,” Lisa’s t-shirt was pulled over her head.
“The easy way to undo a bra is to pinch the clasps and pull.” Lisa knew she was beyond the point of no return now, but she still wanted to stay composed and professional. It took a couple of tries, and one snapped strap before Zia got the hang of it. She pressed her fingers against the strap, pinched them together, and the hooks fell from their clasps. Lisa’s bra fell from her body, and Zia got her first look at her mother’s bare chest.
“I used to feed you from these when you were young,” Lisa said. “I won’t lie, it reminded me of one of my old girlfriends. She was really keen on sucking on these. I swear she had a fetish for them.”
“What’s a fetish?” Zia asked. Lisa blinked. She wasn’t expecting that question.
“That’s a whole other world,” she said. “Call it… the advanced lecture.”
“You mean demonstration?” Zia hopefully asked. “Did Jessica have one?”
“She had several. But another time, Zia,” Lisa said firmly. “Maybe,” she quickly added. Lisa stepped out of her shoes while Zia unclasped her skirt. It fell to her feet, and Zia placed her hands on her mother’s waist. It quickly dawned on her how far she was going, and she froze in a moment of hesitation. Lisa said nothing. She stood before her daughter, almost naked and waiting patiently. But Zia quickly found her nerve to continue and pulled her mother’s panties from her hips. She let them slide down Lisa’s legs. She stepped out of them and kicked them onto her pile of discarded clothes.
“Sit on the bed, Zia,” Lisa said. “Now leave this leg here, and the other one… yes, just leave it hanging off the edge, just like that.”
“What are we doing now?”
“One of the best things a woman can do for herself. It’s called masturbating.”
“Oh yeah. I’ve heard of this at school. The other girls say it feels amazing.”
“Sweetie, you do this right and amazing will be an understatement. Now just follow my lead.” Lisa leaned back against her chair and pressed two fingers between her legs. Zia watched as her mother slowly started to rub up and down her slit, gently stroking over her lower lips.
“So, did you and Jess do this too?” Zia asked as she began to imitate her mother’s actions.
“We… uh… we did a lot of things, Zia.”
“I want you to show me everything. Absolutely everything.”
“Well… um, we’ll see,” Lisa said. She knew she would go online if she refused outright. But Lisa wasn’t quite sure if her daughter was ready for everything they did.
“Wow, Mom. You’re almost glistening down there,” Zia looked down at her mother’s fingers. Lisa suddenly felt very embarrassed. She hadn’t realized how wet she was until Zia pointed it out. This was turning her on more than she thought. Zia was her daughter, but Lisa couldn’t deny longing for the action she got back in her college days.
“I think maybe you’re starting to enjoy this,” Zia smirked. Lisa forced a chuckle, but she knew her daughter was right.
“Now, when you’re wet enough, I want you to slowly… carefully push one finger between the lips. Find the hole and push it inside. Just ease it in, don’t force it. You gotta be careful. If it hurts too much, I want you to stop straight away.” Zia nodded and watched her mother. Her index finger slipped easily into her pussy, and her lower lips parted ever so slightly around it. It took Zia a few tries, but she finally felt herself opening up to push her finger inside. Zia threw her head back at the foreign feeling and quickly looked back down between her legs.
“Whoa…” she gasped. She could actually feel her own finger inside her. She felt warm and damp, and she giggled as she wiggled it inside her. Zia was in awe had how her body had just seemed to swallow it up.
“Now, Zia,” Lisa said. “I’m going to give myself another finger. But that’s only because I’m used to it. I don’t want you pushing another finger in if it’s going to hurt. Understood?” Zia nodded. She held her hand pressed against her crotch, wriggling her finger and watching her mother with great interest. Lisa’s yellow finger was slick with her juices. Zia watched as Lisa slipped her second finger into her pussy beside her first.
“Alright, now slowly start moving your finger in and out. And you see this small little nub above? Lightly rub that with your thumb.” A single rub was all it took to make Zia tremble in her spot.
“Wow,” she gasped. “Is that what this is meant to feel like?”
“Follow my lead,” Lisa smiled. “You’ll know soon enough.”
Zia watched as Lisa fingered herself, trying her best to imitate every act of self-pleasure that her mother demonstrated before her. She was feeling hotter and more excited with each passing second. Zia felt clumsy at first, but she used her other hand instead of her thumb to rub her clit. She started breathing hotly as she rotated her fingers over the little nubbin.
“Mom… something… I feel… strange,” she found herself gasping.
“You’re about to cum, sweetie. So am I. Just let it happen.” No sooner had Lisa spoken, Zia’s whole body trembled as she fell back on the bed. She held her finger to her cunt as she came, a single small squirt splashing out around it. Lisa was amazed that her daughter came so hard for the first time. She lifted her legs and dropped her feet onto Zia’s bed. Lisa fingered herself as fast as she could, fucking her hand and plunging her long slender fingers deep inside her. Her feet twitched as her legs trembled, and she pushed herself to her climax.
“Oh, God… fffuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk…” Lisa hissed. She pulled her fingers from her cunt as her hips bucked slightly off her chair. Without thinking, Lisa lifted her hand and slipped her index finger into her mouth to clean off her juices. She froze as soon as it was over her tongue. Lisa suddenly realized what she had done. She could see that Zia was watching her out of the corner of her eye. Lisa pulled her finger from her lips and offered a slight but nervous chuckle.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “Force of habit.” Zia didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed Lisa’s wrist and pulled her middle finger into her mouth.
“Zia, what are you doing?” Zia didn’t respond. She closed her eyes as she gently dragged her tongue across Lisa’s finger to lick it clean. She pulled Lisa’s finger out and quickly swapped it for her own to taste her juices.
*****
Lisa knew that Zia’s first ever orgasm would leave her spent, but she also knew she’d quickly recover. She gave her daughter several minutes before she was satisfied that Zia could continue.
“Now, lay down on your back. I’m going to teach you two things at once.” Zia lay down with her head on her pillow. Lisa climbed over her on her hands and knees, her crotch above her daughter’s chest. “We’ve covered kissing and masturbating; now we’re going to cover eating out. This position we’re in is called a sixty-nine. Just do as I…” Lisa never finished her sentence. She felt her daughter’s warm and moist tongue drag across her slit. Zia propped herself up on her elbows and dove her head between Lisa’s thighs.
“Whoa, Zia…” Lisa gasped. Her daughter’s tongue sent a slight shiver of excitement up her spine. She definitely wasn’t expecting her to act so keenly and so quickly. “Where did you…” Lisa let her voice trail off. She realized she didn’t care. Lisa looked back as Zia shrugged her shoulders, answering her mother’s un-asked question. Lisa smiled.
“Atta’ girl,” Lisa smiled before she lowered her head between Zia’s legs.
Lisa wasted no time burying her tongue inside her daughter’s folds. She could feel Zia squirming below her as her tongue swiped her lips, and the teenage girl had trouble keeping up with her mother’s actions. Lisa had abandoned her morals and principles long ago. She no longer held any reservations or doubts about what she was doing. Even though it was with her daughter, the feeling of a female tongue over her pussy was enough to re-ignite a long extinguished flame. Lisa’s tongue dipped across Zia’s soaked hole. It suddenly dawned on her that she was tasting pussy for the first time in over a decade. The taste and the act were driving her desires wild. It was what Lisa craved. It was what Lisa wanted.
“Wow, Mom,” Zia groaned underneath her. “You’re dripping back here. And that… feels… amazing.” Lisa blushed a little bit. She knew her dripping was due to the taste on her buried tongue. She gave her daughter a playful slap on her thigh, and Lisa quickly felt her daughter’s tongue over folds once more. She could feel it awkwardly pressing against her, and she knew Zia was having a bit of trouble. As eager as the girl was, she was still inexperienced. All she needed was practice. Lisa recalled her first lesbian experiences. She remembered how nervous she was, how awkward she acted, and how she was taught….
An idea suddenly formed in Lisa’s mind.
Lisa dove her head back between Zia’s legs. Eating out her daughter meant Zia struggled to focus on her pussy, but she was still thrilled to be feasting on Zia’s snatch. Her daughter’s taste was heavenly, divine, and pure. She couldn’t remember her old girlfriends tasting as good as Zia did. Maybe it was her re-introduction to homosexuality; perhaps it was the taboo act of incest. Lisa didn’t know. Lisa didn’t care. But she was having it again.
Lisa lifted her leg and rolled off her daughter. Zia was too preoccupied with her pleasure to be licking her properly. She crawled to the foot of the bed and laid between her daughter’s legs. Lisa hungrily wrapped her lips over Zia’s soaked slit. Her tongue probed at her folds while her hands slipped underneath her to roam and grope at her ass and thighs. Lisa heard Zia gasp as she found her small hole, and she began to push her tongue inside.
“Oh… oh… ohhhhh…” Zia gripped her bedsheets in her fists. Lisa’s tongue was much wider than her finger. She started squirming almost as soon as she was penetrated. Zia lifted her knees and dug her heels into her mattress. She lifted her hips and started humping against her mother’s face.
“Mom… Mom…” she groaned. Lisa had driven her tongue as deep as she could reach. She knew this was all unfamiliar to her daughter. But she still felt proud that, even after it being so long, she hadn’t lost her touch. Lisa wiggled her tongue and lapped inside her. She could feel how tight her daughter was, her virgin pussy clamping down around the intruder, yet still begging for this new type of attention.
“Oh… fuck…” Zia gasped. Her eyes shot open. She lifted one hand to grab her pillow and threw the other onto the back of her mother’s head. She pushed her ass up off the bed and forced her pussy against Lisa’s mouth. Zia’s legs trembled wildly beside Lisa as she came, her body struggling to keep her hips elevated off the bed. Lisa rolled her eyes. Her tongue basked in her daughter’s second climax. Her first taste of pussy in over ten years couldn’t have been any sweeter. She sighed happily against her crotch, content that an itch she didn’t know she carried had just been scratched. Lisa’s tongue slipped from Zia’s pussy when her drained body could no longer hold her off the bed. She fell back to the mattress in a slump. Lisa smiled as she looked down upon her daughter’s soaked and exhausted slit. She lowered her head and gave Zia’s folds a soft kiss. But as Lisa looked across the panting Zia’s belly, a terrible sense of shame washed over her.
“Oh my God,” Lisa whispered. The weight of her actions, despite being driven by lust, had suddenly fallen upon her. Lisa quickly sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
“What have I done?” she whispered to herself. This had gone far beyond what Lisa had envisioned. Her lust and desires for past experiences had driven her to force herself on her daughter. She was supposed to teach her, not use her to fulfill her fantasies long past. Lisa began to sob quietly in her hands. Tears began dripping from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks, and colliding with the heels of her palms.
“Oh God, Zia,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Zia panted. She rolled her head across her pillow and suddenly realized her mother was crying. She forced herself to sit up, only to remember how drained her body felt. It was a struggle, but Zia forced herself to her mother’s side. She pulled Lisa’s hands away from her face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I forced myself upon you,” Lisa sobbed. “I’m your mother. I shouldn’t have done that. I got carried away; I shouldn’t have let it get that far. Now you’re going to think less of me because I’m a monster. Zia,” Lisa grabbed her daughter by her shoulders. “I am so, so sorry. It’ll never happen again, I swear!” Zia took a moment to process what she had just heard. It only took a few seconds, but she quickly wrapped her arms around her mother.
“Mom, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this close to you as I do right now. You said you wanted to connect with me. I think we’ve definitely connected.” Lisa sniffed and wiped away a tear on the back of her hand.
“But after what I did…” Lisa began. Zia started shaking her head against her shoulder.
“This is what I wanted,” she said. “I didn’t want you to talk me through stuff. I wanted you to show me. Now I know how it feels; I know what I can aim for.”
“I still shouldn’t have done that,” Lisa said.
“Don’t care,” Zia muttered. “I’m glad you did. I want to keep going, Mom. I want you to eat me out again. And I want to learn how to do it so I can eat you out too.”
“Zia…”
“And then I can do it with the girl at school. But I’ll always want to keep doing it with you.” Zia gave Lisa a soft kiss on her cheek as she held her in their tight embrace. Lisa sniffled. She felt her lips forming into a slight smile, and she wrapped her arms around her daughter. It was a tender and loving moment. Lisa didn’t want it to end, but Zia wanted more.
“So, what’s next?” she asked. Lisa chuckled and slipped herself from her grasp.
“Next, I think we should have a rest,” Lisa got to her feet and walked towards the door. “You’d be surprised how quickly this can wear you out.”
“Well, where are you going?” Zia asked. Lisa had her hand on the doorknob. She twisted it and pulled it open.
“I’ve got a call to make.”
*****
On the other side of town, a phone buzzed and rang on a bedside dresser. The ringtone echoed through the bedroom and woke its owner. With a loud groan and her eyes barely open, she picked up her phone and looked at the see-through display.
“What the…?” she muttered to herself. She wiped her eyes and pressed the green button to answer the call.
“Hello?” she groaned as an image of Lisa appeared on the screen above her.
“Hey, Jessica,” Lisa’s smile quickly faded into a look of shock. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, it’s fine,” Jessica lied as she tried to hide a yawn. “I haven’t spoken to you in a while. Are you…” Jessica tried to focus on the image of her first lover projected above her. A smile crossed Jessica’s lips at the sight of her bare shoulders. “Are you naked?”
“Yeah. I am,” Lisa shamelessly said. “I’m not the only one.” Jessica was holding the phone above her, and Lisa could see her bedsheet barely covering her chest. Jessica smiled and threw the covers off her body, tilting her phone’s camera to expose her naked body.
“You know me, Lisa. I don’t wear clothes when I don’t have to.” Lisa shook her head with a chuckle.
“You haven’t changed a bit. And… is there someone else there?” Jessica nodded and tilted the phone towards the young guy sleeping beside her.
“Yep,” Jessica said. “That’s my son.”
“Your son?” Lisa asked, almost in disbelief. “But you’re…”
“Yep,” Jessica said again. She tilted the phone back over her nude body, and she slipped her arm underneath her pillow. Lisa shook her head.
“Why am I not surprised?” she asked herself. “I didn’t even know you were married.”
“I’m not,” Jessica shrugged. “I got no idea who his father is. But he wants a baby brother or sister. And what kind of mother would I be to refuse such a request? I’m waiting for him to wake up. You know how boy’s get in the morning, I’m sure. So what do I owe this completely casual phone call?” Lisa opened her mouth to speak, but she quickly caught the words in her throat. She had just slept with her daughter; she couldn’t really say anything about Jessica sleeping with her son.
“We were always casual, Jessica,” Lisa finally said. “But I want to ask you a favor. My daughter has been asking a lot of questions about you and I and the things we did when we were younger.”
“You told her everything, right?” A smile crossed Jessica’s lips.
“Well… not everything,” Lisa felt herself blushing slightly.
“So you left out the good stuff?” Jessica shook her head. “Shame she’ll never know how kinky her mother was.”
“We only covered the basics,” Lisa said. “She’s still very new at this. But I thought that if you’re not busy today, you could come over? Zia’s keen to learn, and maybe you could help me show her a thing or two.”
“Zia, huh?” Jessica smiled. Lisa was Jessica’s first partner. She had coached her through their younger years and still held a soft spot in her heart for her. “Well, how could I turn down such a delightful offer. Give me an hour to get ready, okay?” Before Lisa could answer, Jessica’s son stirred next to her. He rolled over, his eyes still closed, as he struggled to wake up.
“Mom?” Lisa heard him ask. “Who are you talking to?” Jessica looked back up at the video screen.
“Better make it two hours.”
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