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"Wakey wakey, Lisa~", said a sweet and mellow voice from afar. Lisa mumbled annoyed in her sleep only for her to open her eyes to witness her mother Marge holding up a tray filled with food. Its sweet smell was enough to make the girl wake up and the mother to give her a kiss on the front. Lisa noticed her mother was wearing her usual pink bathrobe for some reason:
"Mmmh, 'morning, mom", said a still sleepy Lisa as she rubbed her eyes. "What is the deal today? You don't usually bring breakfast to bed, you know?"
"Mhmhmh, I know, but today's a special occasion for us women~". Marge put the tray onto Lisa's lap and sat beside her. "You see, both Homer and Bart are out for the day. Homer is doing overwork - finally, after years he had promised - and Bart is out with Milhouse for a camping day, or two~"
Lisa was chugging down her lemon tea and her treat when she remembered everything. How could she have forgotten something like that?:
"Mmh, iths thruh", said Lisa with her mouth filled. "And, what is so special about us today, mom?"
Marge clapped her hands together and giggled, an image Lisa knew always anticipated something nice:
"Oh well, my dear Lisa~. Since we have the weekend free for us, I thought we could have indulged ourselves for a women spa!"
Lisa blinked a few times and then looked back at her bathrobe. Was that really the reason why she had it? And what did she mean by "women spa'? Lisa didn't remember having done anything like this with her mother or anyone else outside of her family - actually, now that she thought about, Lisa didn't have any know aquaintances outside of her family to ask for a spa. That thought made Lisa blush a little but she tried to act cordially casually:
"A 'spa', mom? What does it mean, and what women do with a spa?"
Marge giggled with her innocent tone at her daughter's curiosity. In her mind, it was going on just as she imagined:
"Ooohw, it's so nice you ask me! I've wanted to do this with you for a very long time, but the house is almost never unoccupied. You see, what people call a 'spa day' is when they indulge into some proper relax and just unwind all the pent up fatigue and body stress. There's so many things people do during a spa, like a good massage, a warm bath and who knows what~. I thought we might have indulge some nice stress relief all for ourselves without worrying about anything~. Me, for example, is only wearing this robe… hihihih, you see". Marge whispered close to Lisa, even though they were all alone. "I'm not wearing anything beneath it, and it feels great!~. You should try it yourself!"
Lisa heard all that her mother said and her bewilderment almost made her tray slipping off her lap. Her and her mother alone? A whole day of relax just for the two of them? And her mother wandering around the house fully naked?! It all felt like too surrea for the young girl, but not negatively at all. It's not like the whole idea displeased her in the tradizional sense but because, like so many things her peers deemed 'usual and common' in their lives, the idea of a spa day was one of those Lisa feel like didn't belonged to her usual life. She never let herself have a proper time for her to relax and unwind all the fatigue without needing to worry about anything else as her entire time was spent onto her books and her studying. Lisa was so used to her own personal routine that, in her head, things like relax and relief never came to her, unlike per say, her brother Bart who always found new inventive ways to skip his duties and either have as much fun as possible or just slouch around. He was such an irresponsible kid and she was the mature one but, deep within, Lisa felt like, when the opportunity presented itself, maybe she should have just taken it instead of rejecting or putting it aside.
Lisa went through all these thoughts while her mother was still waiting for an answer, and after having finished her meal, Lisa put her tray aside and looked at her with her big round eyes:
"Uh, well, it certainly sounds like a nice idea, mom~". She nervously held her hands together. "Ehm, do we have to start right away? Or…"
Marge chuckled and gently ruffled her spiky hair:
"We can start whenever you feel like it! I'm already ready as you can see. As for you, take the time you need to get ready! I'll get the last things set for our special day. I'll be waiting you downstairs~". She kissed Lisa on the cheek one more time, this time coming very close to her mouth and sat up from the bed. Lisa had the time to peak her long smooth naked legs and the fact she was walking barefooted before she walked out of the room:
"See you later, sweetie!~". The mother winked at Lisa and closed the door, leaving the girl alone in the room to think over the last course of events.
"Well, that was certainly something~", said Lisa to herself. "A day just for us two. Me and mom. It's not something we usually do together… but still". She began taking off her light green pajamas and began looking in her drawers for something: "The fact of witnessing my mother without anything on her is… peculiar, to say the least~". The thought of Lisa about picturing her mother naked was making her shiver and her hands searching in the drawer were trembling. She couldn't explain that weird feeling right away but decided not to overthink about it and finally found what she was looking for:
"Hah, there it is. Yeah, it's better this way… for now at least"
A few minutes later…
After having brushed her teeth and refreshed her face, Lisa went downstairs to look for her mother:
"Mom! I'm here. Where are you?... *sniff* Mmh, what's this nice smell?~"
"Here, Lisa!", said the far voice of Marge. "I'm in the living room!"
Lisa sniffed a pleasant aroma coming from the room and when she got there, it all became clear. The living room looked far different from what she remembered: right in front of the sofa, instead of the usual small table, Marge had set a clear white massage and all around it there were multiple perfumed red candles. Lisa found that sight quite enjoyable but what made her shiver and blush lightly was her mother. Just like she said, Marge really wasn't wearing anything underneath the bathrobe which had now been taken off completely. The mother was laying all relaxed on the sofa with all her graces in full display and her face was in total deligth as she seemed to enjoy her condition quite a lot. It wasn't everyday Lisa saw her mother without any clothes on but she could agree to herself that she didn't remember her mother looked so beautiful and fair in her intimate graces. She was lean and smooth looking despite her age, with both her arms and legs only having a bit of fat around it but the kind of that gave a further feeling of comfy softness. Speaking of which, her chest looked particulary soft, with her medium sized breasts showing off in all their glory with their light pink nipples in full display. Marge was so much relaxed and carefree she even let her low bush showing off which was as blue as her impossible-shaped hair. The toes belonging to her fair and soft looking feet wiggled together as well. From what Lisa witnessed of her mother, her expression was one of total bliss, like nothing would be able to displase her from her moment of relief. It was only then that Marge opened her eyes and greeted Lisa with her big smile:
"Ahh, there she is, my little adorable girl~"
Lisa was standing near the armrest of the sofa and was wearing her usual pink swimsuit. It was pretty consumed on the edges and because Lisa was growing up, It looked stretched on some parts. She was holding her hands on the back and smiled nervously at her naked mother:
"H-Hi, mom~. Eheh, wow. You look very… pretty, you know?". Her hands were still trembling. For some still unexplicable reason, the sight of her mother was making her shivering, though it wasn't exactly for fear or discomfort. It was something else but she couldn't explain what was that:
"Aw, thank you, Lisa~", Marge blushed a little as she put her hands on the cheeks. "You know a woman is always happy to hear that she looks pretty despite the age. But, why did you put your swimsuit on?"
Lisa's blushing turned even redder and turned her eyes aside from her mother. Her heart was beating fast right away:
"Oh, ah, y-you know… because, I wanted to, that's it!", she exclaimed all of a sudden. She didn't have the guts to tell her mother that she didn't like the fact that she was fully naked right in front of her. In fact, deep inside, it was quite the opposite: the sight of her naked mother was a pleasing one and maybe It was that kind of feeling that made her tremble, like she sincerely liked the sight of a naked woman. Marge on the other hand, didn't mind questioning Lisa's choice any further. She kinda understood the discomfort of her daughter watching her middle aged mom without anything on, something that didn't happen everyday, but she was willing to make her daughter less worried as possible:
"That's fine, Lisa~. I can understand it mustn't be easy for you to show yourself naked in front of your mom, and vicecersa too". She put a hand on her shoulder and Lisa gasped lowly seeing as her mother looked her with her sweetest look. "I may have gone too far myself, but I can say that as long as it is between us, then it's totally fine for me~. Remember, this is supposed to be a special day just for the two of us, so don't feel too much ashamed to let yourself loose. As your mother, I believe you too deserve some proper time to unwind all your worries and fatigues every now and then~. You work so hard everyday just like your mother and you should be proud of it, so just imagine how fulfilling a deserved relax time must be for you". She then let her front touch Lisa's own and then snuggled their nose against each other.
Lisa felt her worries easening quite a lot after what her mother said. That was one of the many magics her mother was capable off, and that was knowing how to easen the turmoils of her dearest ones. Maybe, Lisa thought, she was making too much of an issue with herself and maybe, just maybe, finding herself naked alongside her mother wouldn't be so bad after all. Still, she wasn't willing to let her mother know explicitly that she liked her being totally naked, but Lisa smiled warmly and decided to let her worries slip off:
"Hihih, alright mom~. Now, just wait a little…". Lisa slowly undressed herself and put her swimsuit away on the sofa, finding herself totally naked in front of her mom. All her underdeveloped physical features were in full display. Lisa let her slim yet pudgy body wiggled left and right as she swung on her bare feeties. Now that she didn't have anything on, it felt like all her initial worries and self-inflicted doubts had been just thrown aside: feeling her young body without anything on was surprisingly refreshing by itself. Marge put her hands on her mouth and chuckle lowly:
"Uuuuh, look at my pretty precious baby~. Oh, aren't you grown up a little more here and here?~". Marge jockingly poked her finges on Lisa's chest where her small flat breasts were. Lisa chuckled for the tickles:
"Hihih, mom, come on, stop!~. It tickles!". She grabbed her indexes and looked at her Wide motherly smile: "And you know that!"
"Oh, but I know you like it when I tickle you!".
In the span of an instant, Marge quickly caught Lisa in her arms and raspberried her on the neck. Lisa let out a hysterical laugher while she felt the smooth warm body of her mother grinding against her's. Her soft breasts smoothered against her belly as Marge kept on with her raspberries and Lisa felt that weird feeling coursing through her body once again. She could feel shivers running down her body from the tip of the hair to her tiptoes: for some reason, the fact that her mother was hugging her fully naked against her was making her grin almost like she didn't have control over her face muscles.
"Whahahaha!~ Ahah, mom! Cut it out, or I'll pee!~"
Marge interrupted her tickling kisses and let Lisa sit on the bed in front of the sofa:
"Eheh, alright alright, Lisa~. It's time for our personal Spa Day to begin! Now, if you agree with me, I'd prefer we begin with a good body massage. What do you say, Lisa? Want you to start massaging your mom, or mommy touches you first?"
Lisa was still recovering from all the tickles when her mother asked her the One million dollar question: either she massaged her mother first, or her mother massaged her instead? It was a very though decision for sure, because in either case, Lisa would have certainly felt that weird but pleasing feeling coursing through her body once again. She was keen to understand what that was linked to and considering her always curious and scrupolous persona, She was confident her mother would have helped her out once having proved it.
As she shoved her foot back and forth, Lisa took one look at her gourgeous mother and said:
"I… I'd like to start with you, mom! You've already done so much for us, so... allow me to repay you~". She held her hands together, this time not turning her eyes away from her mother. Marge sighed warmly and sat up:
"Mhmhmh, fine then, honey~. I'll make myself comfy while you choose one of the bottles on the table~".
Lisa looked at the small table and noticed multiple colored bottle each one being a different body oil or essence. She didn't know that what to take because by looking at them, they all felt equally valid:
"Uh, what do you prefer, mom?", asked Lisa as she grabbed and analyzed a bunch of the bottles.
"Oh, I don't have any preferences, Lisa. Pick the one you want. But first, you want me to lay belly low or up?". Marge was laying on one side as she waited for Lisa's answer. She blushed with a smile and then said:
"Ehm, would you lay belly low, please? Haha, there it is! This looks right". Lisa had taken a bottle of lime fragrance. Marge nodded and layed on her belly, resting her face on her crossed arms.
The bed wasn't very high so Lisa didn't have any difficulty to reach her mother's body. She poured a good bunch of oil in her hands and took a deep breath. For the very first time, she would have touched her mother's naked body with her own hands, something that was making her body quivering just like before. Was it all connected to this moment? Lisa thought:
"A-Alright, mom! Here I come. I'll do my best"
Marge chuckled as she made her head more comfy on her arms:
"Don't overthink too much about your technique, Lisa~. Just do however you feel like it. You'll get used with practice, I guarantee".
Feeling heartened by her mother's words, Lisa smiled once again and finally layed her hands on Marge's back. To the girl's shock, her mother's skin and flesh felt even softer than what she imagined. Her oiled hands slid smoothly over it and the contrast between Marge's warm skin and the fresh oil created a pleasing mix of feelings in the young girl. Lisa moved her small hands up and down along the sides of her mother's back and the latter let out soft moans as she enjoyed the perfumed oil as well:
"Mmmh, yes, Lisa~. You're doing quite well, sweetie!". Marge turned her head to look at her daughter. She saw that her face was deep red and had a wide smile on it:
"A-are you sure, mom? This is my very first massage~"
"Mhmh", Marge nodded as she turned her head back. "Just add more oil and make sure to spread it well across all parts~"
Lisa's blushing wasn't fading at all while her hands, now filled with more oil, felt like they were moving on their own. When she reached the shoulders, Lisa stayed on them for almost a quarter of an hour while Marge emitted more pleased moans. Those noises sounded weirdly appreciated by Lisa who, every time she heard them, her body was being crossed by an untold amount of warm shivers. She could even feel her legs weakening for how much she liked her mother making those weird noises, until Marge woke up from her relaxed state and said:
"Hey Lisa, honey". Lisa halted her massage with her hands still on Marge's shoulders. "Listen, you've already done a good job with my shoulders. Now, why don't you head for the lower parts? I would like a good massage on my legs, please~". Her voice tone was low and mellow and this one too sent shivers across Lisa's body. Again, that weird feeling made her heart beat faster than before as her eyes traversed the rest of her mother's body, with them fixating her rear in particular. Marge's buttcheeks were round and plump looking and for a brief instant, Lisa felt hesitant to proceed with her massage. For some reason, the sight of those perfectly round shapes was making her feel funny and for a moment, she forgot about the legs and wished to lay her hands on them. While she was pouring her hands with further oil, Marge wondered why her daughter was taking so long. Perhaps the sight of her own nudity was giving her some issues?:
"Uhm, Lisa? Are you in there, honey?"
Lisa didn't answer yet as her hands were a few mere inches away from her rear. A few drops of oil fell on her skin and Marge's legs shivered, with her knowing where her daughter halted her massage:
"Lisa, my dear, if you are having difficulties with the massage, we can call it out and do something else. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable for doing something you don't want to, you know?~"
Lisa snapped out of her stare and looked back at her mother. Her face was still blushing and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears loud and clear. The sight of her naked mother was making her feel weirder unlike anything she had never seen before, but in a way, that feeling was something good for her. She smiled as she said:
"Ah, it-it's nothing, mom. I was just… I was just admiring your beautiful body. I've never seen you like this before and, in a way, I really like to watch it. And your body is also very soft and pleasant to touch, you know…"
Marge lifted a eyebrow before Lisa said:
"Alright, here I go, mom~".
Having said that, Lisa finally put her hands on Marge's buttcheeks and gently squeezed them. Her hands looked so much smaller in comparison and once she touched them, a surge of warmth invaded her body as her hands, once again, moved on their own around those perfectly soft round flesh mounds. On the other hand, Marge let out a shout of surprise as she felt Lisa's small cold hands handling her buttcheeks with such a firm touch:
"A-Ahh, Lisa!~. I-I didn't know you were going to massage my butt!~. Are you sure you're ok with it, my dear?". For some reason, her tone sounded more doubtful this time, but Lisa felt determined and quite excited with her doings:
"Absolutely, mom~. It's weird to admit it, I know, but I'm starting to enjoy this thing! Now, don't worry and leave the rest to your daughter!"
With these words, Lisa performed a series of different hand movements where she maneauvere Marge's buttcheeks similary to how she handled sweet paste when baking cakes, like she saw many times over the years. Moving her hands up and down and with circular motions both clockwise and counter-clockwise, Lisa then used her thumbs to push the flesh upward along the back. Marge let out several low moans, the ones Lisa liked to hear the most and that signifided that she was doing a good job. Speaking of good, Lisa herself was strangely feeling better than ever. Her heart was beating like crazy, but it wasn't such a discomfort like before: now that she was working like that, she wished to stay and handle her mother's buttcheeks for however long She wanted. There were even sometimes where, when she firmly grabbed each buttcheek with a hand, her thumbs slid lower inside the crack between them, where below it lied both Marge's butthole and her intimate bush. The girl gasped lowly when she almost touched Marge's butthole with her thumb and thought that her mother would have lashed at her angrily for having touched her private parts, but that moment never came. Instead of any protests, Lisa heard some deeper moans when her thumbs slid closer to where her butthole was, so Lisa asked:
"Hey mom. Are you… are you ok? Am I doing good down here?"
Marge turned her head back and looked at her daughter with a captivating pair of eyes, something Lisa never saw her mother showing:
"Mmmh, Lisa. You're doing so good, my dear. Just to ask, were your hands perhaps trying to touch me lower on my butt?~". She was smirking as she asked that question. Lisa, in response, blushed like crazy and quickly hid her hands on her back:
"Ah, no, mom! Not at all, mh mh!". She shaked her head to negate. "Sorry, t-that was a mistake. I didn't do it on purpose!"
Marge looked delighted to hear her daughter trying to negate her intentions and giggled lowly:
"Mhmhmh, it's ok, honey. You don't have to feel sorry for what you were going to do. You see, you may not know it, but women actually like it when they get a massage near those hidden parts~"
Lisa, who had put her hands on her mother's butt once more, lifted an eyebrow while she blushed considerably:
"Uh, what do you mean by 'like it', mom?". What was that "like it" referred to? Could it be that was similar to how she was "liking it" at that moment as she was enjoying touching her mother's soft body? Lisa thought.
"Mmmh, it's a little complicated to explain, Lisa. But, maybe we'll talk about it later. Now, be nice and give your mom's legs and feet a good massage, please~"
Marge wiggled her legs up and down, eager to recieve a good treatment from her daughter. Lisa was hoping her mother would have answered her doubts because she felt embarassed to ask her personally, but she didn't question it and decided to continue her massage.
Once having finally reached her legs, Lisa spread a good bunch of lime essence all across their lenght and the girl pleasantly noticed how much warmer her mother's legs were compared to the rest of the body (well, maybe except for the buttcrack she briefly went through before) and pressed her hands along her plump tighs all the way down her calfs. She performed her massage up and down several times on each leg due to how small her hands were in comparison - that is, until it came a brief moment where, when Lisa was trying to massage the inner side of Marge's tighs, her hands slipped further up and the girl grazed something hairy and… wet? That weird feeling was then followed by a sudden moan from Marge which caught Lisa by surprise, so much that she quickly took her hands away from her leg. Too many weird things were happening that day and Lisa wasn't sure whether it was her fault of if it was because of her mother's unusual behavior:
"M-Mom? Are you alright? You scared me"
Marge cleared her throat, believing She likely overreacted to that unvoluntary move:
"Oh, it's nothing, Lisa. It's just, you, ehm - you accidentally tapped a nice spot and I overreacted. Please, keep going, though. You're doing just great~".
Lisa wondered what that "nice spot" meant and why was that leg part all wet. It couldn't have been the oil because she didn't even touched it yet. So, was it sweat? Maybe, Lisa thought, but still the fact that her mother moaned so outloud right when she touched it couldn't have been a coincidence. She wondered whether she would have reacted that way if she tried it again, but also thinking that it would have been inappropriate, Lisa decided to put that idea aside and head for the last pieces left, that being her feet.
Marge's long feet had their toes wiggling together as Lisa layed her hands on them and Marge emitted a few giggles:
"Are you ticklish here, mom?", asked a curious Lisa as she was gently stroking the side of her wrinkly soles:
"Hihihih, y-yes, just a little, Lisa!"
"Oh, ok. Then I'll go easy on them"
Lisa didn't spend too much time on her mother's feet compared to the rest of her body. She practiced a few touches on both the soles and the neck of both feet and carefully spread the oil bewteen each toe. Marge had to struggle in order contain her laughter but all things considered, she recognized that her daughter certainly did a great job overall for that being her very first time. She even said it to her directly and Lisa chuckled in satisfaction as she cleaned her hands with a towel:
"Hah, I'm very glad you liked it, mom. It was certainly an experience~... Ehm, listen". Lisa stood beside where her mother's head was. "I wanted to ask you… would you like me to do your front side as well?"
Marge stared at her daughter with incredulous eyes but with her big smile still on. She never believed Lisa would have actually asked her to do just that - in her head, Marge thought that maybe a massage where she saw literally everything of her graces in full display may have been too much for her:
"Oh. Are you sure you want to do it as well, honey? I mean, I will appreciate it for sure, mind you, but I just want to make sure you'll feel ok to do so, because… you know, maybe you'll feel uneasy to touch your mother like that…"
"I'm sure of it, mom~", Lisa answered with a big smile of her. "I know it may turn weird, or maybe not, but as long as I'm with you, I'm sure we'll both enjoy it. Don't you think?". Lisa wasn't completely sure about what she just said. The matter of fact was that, now that she had just experienced such a wide array of weird and pleasant feelings while massaging her mother's back, she wondered what would it be to handle the front side. "And besides, it wouldn't fit well to just massage the back side, don't you think?"
Marge was surprised by her daughter's resolve, and even taking that part aside, deep down she actually wished for her daughter to massage her some more. She wondered whether Lisa would have liked it if she touched her instead, but she put that thought aside and slowly turned on the other side, repositioning herself with her belly up.
Marge stretched her arms along both sides and waited excited as she saw Lisa pouring some more lime essence on her hands. The girl took some time for herself to admire the gourgeous image of her mother's front side: her nice looking round breasts had their nipples hardened and pointy somehow and her blue bush looked like it had been poured with water, but she quickly turned her eyes away from it because she didn't want to make her mother suspicious:
"Ok mom~", said Lisa as she readied her hands one more time. "Ready for another pleasant trip?"
"Of course, my dear~. Show your mother how good you are"
Marge winked at her daughter and with that blessed image in her eyes, Lisa took a deep breath and her hands got to touch her mother's body one more time. After having missed its pleasant feeling for no more than a couple of minutes, Lisa's hands moved alongside each of Marge's arms, her hands making sure to cover every inch of them, all the way down to her big hands. Afterwards, she came back to her shoulders and this time she massaged both at the same time as she positioned behind her mother's head while she made sure to put them aside so that they didn't bother Lisa. From that position, Lisa had a full view of all of her mother's graces, starting off with her breasts. The fact her hands were so close to touch them made her quiver both in fear and excitment. She really wished to touch and fondle them like she did with her buttcheeks but maybe, she thought, that would have been to much for her. Lisa thought that her mother wouldn't have accepted her to touch through her inappropriate places, but thinking back to when she was passing her hands through her back, her mother didn't complain about it. Quite the opposite, in fact, as she was straight up enjoying the nice touch of her daughter, so maybe she was just waiting for Lisa to get to those parts in particular. But then, why was her mother insisting on asking her if she would be ok with that? Should have Lisa worried about something?
"Ehm, mom?", asked Lisa as she returned by her mother's side. Marge opened her eyes:
"Mmh? What is it, Lisa?"
The girl looked uncertain whether to ask it or not, but in the end, she said:
"Ehm, may I… uh, massage your chest too, b-before going on?"
Marge looked at her daughter with her half closed eyes while her smile still stayed on. Without saying another word, she took Lisa's hands and brought them close on her chest and pressed on them. Lisa's face turned crimson red as her mother's hand squeezed her's on her soft breasts:
"M-Mom? I-Is it really… ok, for you?"
Marge smirked as she patted her other breast with the other hand:
"Don't need to worry about where you touch me, my dear~. Remember what I said: as long as it is between us, then everything's ok~. Now, go on, my dear Lisa~". Marge let her daughter's hands go and stretched her arms back into position. Lisa was left bewildered by her mother's allowence but chose to roll with it and tried to handle both her mother's breasts at the same time. Whether touching and handling her buttcheeks felt amazingly good for the girl, her mother's round mounds felt heavenly in comparison, as her hands slowly fondled their soft flesh in and out and in circles, and this time around, Lisa's own funny feeling felt particulary accentuated. It felt like the more she was fondling her mother's chest, the more and the longer she wanted to do so until her arms grew tired. Meanwhile, Marge's eyes were shut down and her mouth being shaped like an 'O' and quiet moans of pleasure escaped from her:
"Mmmh, oh yes, Lisa~. You're doing so good. Ooohh~, yes yes, just like that!~"
Lisa saw her mother's body was struggling not to contort itself for the spasms and her legs twitched several times. Was she really feeling so good because she was massaging her chest? Lisa thought:
"You want me to continue, mom?", asked a smiling Lisa seeing how delighted her mother's face was:
"Mmmh, yes please, Lisa! You can do whatever y-you want to and however you want to, so long as you do it nicely~"
Lisa had never heard her mother talking like that, her tone sounding so much strained and yet clearly satisfied and excited. Lisa too, after several minutes of breast fondling, was feeling something funny happening to her, as she could clearly percieve a pricking near her legs or, to be more specific, right between her legs, where her young smooth pussy was. Lisa removed one of her hands from her mother and used it to touch herself down there and to her shock, the middle of her legs was all wet and leaking some trasparent liquid and when her fingers touched it, she felt like a jolt of excitement coursing through her body. This time around, it were her own moans of pleasure to escape from her mouth and that caught Marge's attention as she opened her eyes and checked on her daughter:
"Hey there, Lisa~. You're making strange noises. Is something wrong, my dear?". Her eyes traced back and forth from her pleased face to her legs, and only then she noticed that her daughter was leaking fluids from her intimacies. Lisa was blushing lightly and tried to pretend she wasn't touching herself down there, although she knew her mother must have seen her:
"Ah, w-well, no, mom~. I'm just… I'm just enjoying this nice massage, that's all~"
Lisa noticed how her mother didn't look fully convinced, although her smile was still on, like she was expecting Lisa to let out what she was holding inside:
"... Well, actually, mom…"
"Yes, Lisa?~".
The girl was still massaging in circles with her left hand when she took a deep breath and decided to confess it. It would have been better for both of them, she thought:
"T-The point is… it's since this Spa Day began that I've been acting… weird. Or, to be more accurate, something weird is happening to me, and I don't know what it is, but it's something that concerns… uhm, y-you, mom". Lisa's heart was beating fast and her mother looked at her with query yet curious eyes:
"What do you mean, Lisa? Something concerning me?~"
"D-Don't get me wrong, mom!", Lisa hurringly added. "You did nothing wrong, but - uh, how can I say it ? - ehm, since I've seen you l-like this, something weird is happening to me. It feels like my whole body is trembling and m-massaging your body feels so n-nice~... Ahh, now it sounds even weirder!". Lisa scratched her hair nervously, but Marge found her expression quite lovable and she didn't look scandalized or overal shocked, and made sure to let her know:
"Mhmhmh, you've been feeling quite odd watching your mommy naked, didn't you, Lisa? Like, you're actually enjoying watching and touching my naked body, aren't you?"
Lisa's jaw dropped as her mother seemingly understood what she was going through:
"Y-Yes, mom. That's exactly what I was thinking… but I, I don't understand why I feel so… so, fascinated by you, despite the fact that you're my mom… It's, weird to say the least. A-And another weird thing is that, right between my legs, I'm all… wet, but it doesn't look like per, at all"
Now Marge's curiosity about her daughter was more keen and she even sat up to better check on her. Effectively, her young smooth vagina was leaking a transparent liquid indeed:
"Aw, Lisa… mhmhmh, even though it may be weird, it's actually quite natural for a girl of your age to feel like this. Like so, excited to witness a more mature woman's uncovered graces~. It's a sign of growth, you know?"
Lisa's eyes looked marveled at her mother. As she heard her words, the girl's heart began calming considerably. How could she have been so naive? Of course everything about this had to do with her increasing maturity, Lisa thought:
"Y-You really mean that I'm… I'm growing up more right now, mom?"
"Yes, apparently~". Marge lifted Lisa and let her sit on her lap. Her mother's softness and warmth felt so much welcoming for the girl:
"You see, as both boys and girls start growing up at some point, their inner impulses get more accentuated as well. Mhmh, I'm pretty sure Bart too is going to be facing this phrase~. But, the point is, at a certain point, you too will end up experimenting some new unexplored body reactions, just like you're facing them right now. Tell me, Lisa. Do you find my body… attractive?". Marge put a hand under her breast and jiggled it up and down.
Lisa blushed deeply red, although her mouth didn't stop smiling. Everything was starting to make sense finally, even though the thought of her feeling attracted to her mother was beyond her comprehension. And yet…:
"... Uh, y-yes, mom. I have to confess that you look splendid like this~. Everything about you feels soft and comfy, and when I look at you, I can barely keep my mind sane. B-But, the weird thing is that, I don't remember I've ever had these turmoiling feelings for you…"
"You know, Lisa". Marge said as she put a hand on her's. "When a person begins facing growth, whether man or woman, her inner interests and impulses keep varying and changing from time to time. I too had to face a phase like this when I was your age and it was pretty confusing. It was even more unnerving considering that neither my own mom nor my sisters ever asissted me and I had to learn things by myself. It wasn't easy, but at least I've come this far regardless… and so, having said it, what you are experimenting is a case of turning on~"
"Turning on, mom?", asked Lisa as she felt her intimacies itching due to their wetness.
"Yes. It's something that happens when something of your liking makes you highly excited and your body's response is usually something like what you're having right now… and, eheheh, you're actually not the only one who turned on today, you know?". Marge then opened her own legs, revealing her blue bush drenched of liquids which left a large stain on the bed towel. Lisa was blushing red as she witnessed her mother's hairy pube almost upclose:
"You got… turned on too, mom? B-But, how?"
This time, it was Marge that blushed lightly pink:
"Ehhh, I might have been enjoying you massage a little too much than I expected. Like when your hands got so close to my butt, I thought you may have wanted to push them a little lower-"
"Mom! What are you saying?!~". Lisa lashed out in a whine and bumped her fist on her shoulder:
"Eheheh, I'm just taunting you, Lisa~". Marge giggled as she poked Lisa's chest like she did before. "Well, for what concerns me, I actually wouldn't have minded if you decided to touch a little further~"
"No, it's not, mom!". Lisa's face was now turning red for the nervousness. "It wasn't my intention to touch you… t-there…". And yet, despite Lisa's own words, she couldn't take her eyes off her mother's hairy bush. Now that she was sitting on her mom's lap, she could sniff a pleasant smell - a mixture of lime essence and Marge's usual bittersweet body odor. She couldn't lie to herself though: her desire to get her hands on her mother's private places was strong and she felt it. Then, she just realized how her mother talked so quietly to her about her growth's anguish and why she ended up getting turned on by her. Maybe she could have…:
"Well, Lisa. Now that I hope I've cleared your doubts, do you fee better now?~". Marge put a hand on Lisa's shoulder. It felt extremely hot in comparison to her own skin, Lisa thought before saying:
"Oh, y-yes mom, thank you! You've been very explicative. I really needed to get to know all this stuff"
"It's always a pleasure for a mom to help her daughter understand how her body works, you know?~". Marge whispered those words in her ears before kissing her on the cheek.
That peculiar sequence of actions caused another reaction in Lisa. The girl gasped lowly as a powerful jolt crossed her body right when her mother kissed her and for how strangely endearing her words sounded. Her own pussy felt highly sensitive and felt like it was itching and burning at the same time. It was a sensational feeling for the girl, and Lisa felt like she wanted to know more of it. She needed to feel like that some more. Now that she had discovered this new kind of passion, it would have been a waste to just putting it aside for the rest of the morning. She was having an idea on how to make this Spa Day even more exciting:
"Ehm, mom, listen… now that we've been talking about all of this… May I ask you a huge favor as we continue our relaxation day aside from out nice massage?"
Marge looked curious at her daughter and the fact that she just explained to her the implications of her growing changes, her interest had been poked significantly:
"A request, Lisa? Apart from the massage? Tell me, my dear"
Lisa made sure to take a deep breath before saying:
"I'd like to learn more about these new feelings with you. I'm asking you to teach me about this… grown up stuff~". She pointed at her wet vagina that was still leaking liquids like an opened hose.
Marge blushed considerably when her daughter expressed her desire. She was having the feeling her daughter may have asked her of something like this, but never believed that she would have asked her for real. But, considering the fact Marge already confessed she enjoyed her daughter's massage way more than normal, then maybe it would have been fine if they did something together, and no one would have ever known about it:
"I know I may be asking for too much, but considering what we've just said about each other, I thought you'd agree with me…", Lisa sheepishly lowered her eyes and blushed with her hands jointed.
It took several seconds before Marge gave an answer, and when she did, she put a hand on her daughter's shoulder and whispered something in her ear:
"Nothing is too much for my sweet baby, you know?~"
The tone Marge used sent a shiver along Lisa's back and her toes crunched in. She had never heard her mother talking like that and because of it, her vagina somehow itched even more:
"S-So… what do you think about it, mom? Is it… valid as an activity for today?". Lisa's face was blushing red feeling her mother's breath few inches away from her ear. Its warmth was sending further shivers from her shoulders to her tiptoes. Marge giggled and her index tapped Lisa on the cheek and slid from it to the other one. She was still smiling:
"Mmh, well, it's not something I actually had in mind for the time being, but…". As she stopped sliding her finger along Lisa's face, she firmly kissed her on the cheek and popped her lips hard on it. "Your new appreciation for your mommy has tipped her interest, really~. So, yeah. I think this will make our day even better than what already was."
Lisa felt like her head was spinning due to all the exciting vibes she was experiencing. For starters, her mother's kiss felt much different than her usual lovely and comforting ones: this one hit her like a pleasant punching glove and clearly perceived a kind of passionate vive coming from it. Whatever was it, Lisa surely liked it and wished for more of them:
"But first, we shall end up our massage. So, come and lay here. Now mommy is going to take good care of you~"
Marge left Lisa sitted on the bed and as she searched for a different oil bottle, the girl shakely lied down with her arms and legs stretched. Lisa noticed that the towel still had some of her mother's smell and she joyfully smelled it as she waited for when her mother would have began to touch her…
That kind of thought made Lisa shake even more as she had no idea how it would have felt. Now that she asked her mother to show her more about these 'grown-up stuff', a multitude of weird scenarios roamed her head and the middle of her legs kept on staying all wet:
"Alright, Lisa!", exclaimed a cheerful Marge once she found what she was looking for - a peach essence oil. "Are you ready, sweetie? Because I am!"
Lisa looked up and saw her mother's naked torso upside down. She was showing a delighted smile, something the girl was could never have enough, even after what she just proposed it. Lisa smiled back and closed her eyes, waiting for when her mother was going for her:
"Yes, mom. Go for it. I'm ready~"
After Marge smeared her hands with the peach oil, she rubbed them together before putting them down on Lisa's shoulders. Much like it was for Marge, the contrast between Lisa's warmer body and the oil's freshness made the girl tremble and flicker her teeth. Her mother's hands were so big in comparison the tips of her fingers almost reached her chest. Marge had just begun moving her hands around the girl's shoulders when she realized that Lisa was still trembling:
"Hey there Lisa, my dear. You're so much stiff right now~. You're feeling nervous right now, aren't you?"
Lisa noticed her mother stopped all at once when asking her and she nodded, her spiky hair grazing against her mother's legs:
"Mmh, sorry, mom. I just need to get used to. But please, keep going…"
"Oh well, if you are too much stiffened, you're not gonna enjoy what I'm going to give you, or anything of what we are going to do next~"
Lisa blushed deeply red because of what her mother said, but tried her harderst to stay calm and not let herself being taken over by stress:
"Ehm, w-what are we going to do next exactly, mom?", asked Lisa timidly
"Mhmhmh, you'll see soon, Lisa", whispered Marge with her new more captivating voice one more tome. "For now, everything you need to do is to keep all your worries and thoughts away from you and soften your nerves. Don't think about anything and let my hands take care of all the rest…"
"Eheh, you're asking the wrong person to stop thinking for a while~", jokes Lisa as she felt Marge's long hands spreading the oil along her arms back and forth.
"Ah ah ah. What did we say, Lisa?~", mocked her her mother, as her fingers ended covering her smaller hands as well.
"Mhmh, alright alright, mom~". Lisa took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her mouth still contorted in a smile.
For the next minutes, Marge kept on covering Lisa's arms and shoulders with the oil until she finally decided to go for her chest. Ever since the first beginning Lisa was dreading for that moment - not because of what her mother would have done, but for how she and her body would have reacted. Marge extended her smeared hands over Lisa's shoulders and her fingers reached her flat chest, coming so close to her small erected nipples. Lisa, her eyes still closed, emitted a sharp moan and her back arched unward. Marge giggled watching her daughter's reaction for having her chest being touched so sensually for the first time:
"Mhmhmh, does it feel nice, Lisa?~", asked Marge with her endearing tone. Lisa tried to compose herself while her mother's hands were still touching her small flat breasts:
"It's… it's indescribable, mom! M-My nipples are all hard and the moment you touched them, m-my body felt like it shaked on its own! Aaaahmm!~". Lisa felt her mother was moving her fingers in circles around her nipples before sliding on top of them back and forth and every time she went for that course, Lisa moaned loudly and noticed her legs snapped on their own and her toes stiffening in and out:
"M-Mom, p-please! Do it slowly!~. If you do it like this, I will-Aaaahhaahhhmm!~"
Marge was giggling as she was slowly rubbing her hands all across her daughter's chest, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin and every time her nipples were caught in her fingers:
"Aw, but I have to properly spread the oil, Lisa~. And besides, I like your cute moans, you know? This happens when a woman gets to play with her chest, one of the most sensitive body parts, and when it's properly stimulated, like so…". Marge then used both her indexes to push Lisa's nipples in. This caused the girl to let out a scream of uncontrollable joy and grip on the bed tightly, until Marge left her nipples out and giggled:
"Mom! My nipples aren't buttons to push you know?!"
"Ehehe, I know, but that's the point I wanted to show you~", said Marge as she invited Lisa to calm down and relax back once again. "When certain parts are touched, your body will have a reaction to it~. Women like it when they are touched like this, and this is just one part. I'm going to show you and demonstrate even more as we keep going… well, that is unless you are uncertain to continue". Marge poured some more oil and stood besides Lisa's left side. "The choice is yours, Lisa~. If you think it's too much, then I'll just stop and we'll do everything else. Ok?".
Lisa's breath was heavier due to the pleasant stimulation and as she looked at her mother's tall figure, her eyes briefly fell on her blue bush which looked soaked wet. She wondered whether she would have even touched her even… there?! The thought made Lisa blushing red but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it deeply. Now that her mother had teased her so much, she didn't want to look back at this point:
"Oh, but it's not like I'm unsure, mom. I'm actually pretty enjoying it and I want to do more… e-even myself if you're ok, that is. It's just, everything feels so surreal and new to me but, however I will react, let's continue… I'd like to see more~". Lisa said so and slightly spread her legs, letting her wet smooth vagina showing.
Marge blushed herself as she held her hands together. Her daughter looked determined to continue what she had proposed and even hinted her the desire to try it herself on her. The mother, her own heart beating quickly, whispered with a smile:
"If you say so, my dear… and, as for you wanting to try yourself, don't worry. After we take a bath, we will finish our thing in my bedroom. Sounds good, am I right?". As she said so, Marge put her smeared hand back onto Lisa's chest and the latter sighed depply with a wide smile on her face:
"Mmmnh, sounds p-perfect, mom~. Now, keep on going. You're doing so good!~"
And so did Marge. The mother spent a good few minutes spreading more oil across Lisa's chest and torso, going back and forth a few times and occasionally sliding her fingers on her chest. Lisa moaned frequently as her mother touched her like she did and recognized that she surely had a talent for it. If only she found it out sooner…
Her moans turned more pronounced when Marge's hands slowly crawled down on her tighs and due to their size, she could pretty much envelop them with her fingers. For a couple of times Lisa felt her mother's thumbs coming so nearly close to her pussy and every time she wished for the to touch it, but Marge said:
"Aww, look at your face, Lisa! You want mommy to touch your privates?~"
Lisa was biting her leaps with her eyes closed and frantically nodded and humming:
"Oh well, this is certainly a good spot for our girls. In fact, this is the most sensitive and excitable part of our body and when we get turned on because of something or someone, like in your case, some transparent fluid leaks from right… here~". Marge extended her index finger and layed it right between Lisa's lips. The girl emitted a louder moan and her body arched up once again: even though it was just one finger, her pussy felt so sensitive that every movement would have made her scream. Marge felt delighted by her reaction and proceeded to rub her finger along her pussy up and down, which thanks to fact it was all wet, made her touch even smoother. Lisa on the other hand, kept on emitting moans of pleasure the more Marge touched her down and held herself tightly on the bed with her hands. Every time Marge went back and forth, her body felt like being electrocuted and a burning heat began from below and ascended to her face which was now in total bliss:
"A-Aaaaaaaahhh, m-mom! What are you d-doing to me?! Aaaahhhmm!~"
Marge interrupted her movement to admire her overexcited daughter:
"This is what is called 'masturbation'. It's a practice where a man or a woman touches her privates and stimulates it to experience pleasure. Right now, I was only touching your young pussy with one finger but the real pleasures comes when you insert your fingers inside of it… but, I would prefer to keep the best part for later, don't you think? I'd prefer we finish our massage first"
Lisa lifted her head and opened her eyes. The sight of lovely mother's face being so much close to her privates made her heart race even faster, especially after her explenation:
"*and* So, this is how it works, then…", said Lisa with a thin voice. "Very well, mom. We'll continue later. You can finish the rest now~"
Marge nodded and next up she went for Lisa's thin and soft legs, coming all the way down to her feet. Now that she was looking right at them, Marge couldn't negate herself that they looked even prettier than what she remembered. Their cute little toes wiggled all together and that gave her the impulse to give them a small lick. Now she realized that she was getting turned on because of all the naughty stuff she was going to do with Lisa, but decided to contain herself. One thing at a time, Marge thought. They had all the time they needed to do everything necessary and lunch time was still fare away.
After having treated Lisa's feet with the oil, Marge sat back on the sofa and cleaned her hands with a towel. Lisa sighed deeply satisfied and lied down on the bed for a good while as she felt like her body had been deprived of a ton of weight. She felt lighter than ever and even her breath felt much cleaner and smooth. Her skin was warm due the oil and the perfume was really enjoyable. And to think that only a couple of hours passed since she woke up and so many things happened already and even more were planned to happen soon enough. Lisa then sat on her butt and looked at her mother. The way she was sitting with her legs overlapped made her look even more beautiful than whay she was already:
"Wow, mom~. That was like the best massage I've ever had! Thank you so much!~"
Marge sighed deeply too and looked back at her daughter who was holding her feet together. In her eyes, she looked even prettier than what she looked like back that morning:
"Mmh, it's been a pleasure for me, dear Lisa. I've always wanted to do this with my daughter eventually, but I never imagined it would have turned like this~".
Lisa blushed as she wobbled back and forth on her rear:
"Yeah, me neither. I never expected my body would have had this reaction. This is the first time I've been so much excited to see you naked, mom~"
"You seriously find me attractive, Lisa?", asked Marge as she moved from the sofa and sat near Lisa.
"Y-Yes, I do, mom. You look gourgeous, and you're always so caring. It's like the perfect combination~... Uh, listen to me. I'm talking like I like women… not that I don't want to, but it's the fact I like you that shocks me the most"
Marge looked down at her feet and held her hands together:
"Mmmh, well, it's certainly a pleasure for a mother to hear these praises from her children, but to find out your daughter is attracted by you, it's certainly something. But, I don't mind that much". Marge neared her head to Lisa and kissed her on the cheek one more time. "It is a mother's duty to assist her sons into their growth, and if in my case my daughter asks me for something more 'intimate', I won't say no if she's going to be happy~"
Lisa giggled and abandoned herself into her mother's arms, with her face embedding between her breasts. They smelled quite nicely and Lisa felt her belly was burned up once more. The desire to further get to touch and explore that body was growing stronger in her.
"Thank you so much, mom. For everything", muffled Lisa. "Now, let's get a bath, and then head for your room… right?". Lisa hesitated to remark her mother's promise, and the latter nodded with a smile.
"Of course, Lisa. I've got plenty to show you~"
The two Simpsons spent a good time in the bathtub as they washed each other and laughed, like they haven't done in years. Despite this, for the young girl, that bath felt like a completely different experience and for most of the time, she was sitting in the tub tightly hugged by her mother. She could feel her soft breasts pressing on her back and their respective feet rubbed against each other causing the two to giggle several times, especially when they washed each other's. Lisa had plenty of fun to handle her mother's long and elegant feet and Marge wasn't hiding her adoration for her daughter's:
"Hey mom. I was wondering, do you know why some people are attracted to feet?"
"Oh, Lisa, I don't know either actually. I guess it's because some people find them cute or attractive, just like any other sensual body part~", Marge said as she was slowly brushing Lisa's leg with a sponge. "If I might say it, yours look very cute, Lisa! I'd kiss them all day for how much adorable they look!~"
"Aw, mom, come on~". Lisa blushed lightly as she was pouring the liquid soap on her feet. "Well, yours too look pretty sexy~. Hey, maybe we may try and play with them after. What do you think?"
Marge let Lisa's legs go and finished washing the soap on her away:
"Ehehe, sure thing, honey. That would be funny~"
The two giggled together as they dried off their bodies and hair and after having cleaned up everything, with their bathrobes on they walked out of the bathroom and headed for Marge's bedroom. Lisa promised her mother she would have helped her clean everything in the living room and even remarked her how nice she looked with her loose hair. In fact, Marge decided to keep her hair loose after the bath and now they fell all along her back almost reaching her butt. Marge thanked Lisa for the compliment:
"You're asking me why I don't wear loose hair more often?", asked Marge once they reached the bedroom. "Oh, don't believe I didn't try to wear them years ago. I abandoned them because they made me feel like a… harlot~". She blushed deeply for saying that Word and Lisa was left speechless:
"What?! Who said that to you?! It's so cruel"
"Ow, it was many years ago, Lisa, and the person who told me those awful things is long gone. I may have took it more personal, but I'm happy with the hair I have nowadays~"
Marge made sure to keep the curtains closed while Lisa sat on the bed:
"But, I don't see you anything like that, mom. You look magnificent, like you've lost a dozen of years"
Marge giggled as she turned to Lisa and slowly untied her belt:
"Mmmh, Lisa. Your mom likes when you praise her like this. People have been cruel with me in the past, but what's done is done and what matters now is that I get the love from those close to me…". Once having untied the belt, she let the bathrobe call off on the floor, revealing her fair naked and cleaned body. The fragrance of the lime oil could still be smelled and the loose hair gave Lisa a whole different image of her mom, like she just came out from a Renaissance painting:
"And because my little baby was so nice to join her mother for a Spa Day, now this mother will give her a final special treatment, as the two are going to explore the joys of body pleasure".
Lisa, whose whole body was being shaken by a cascade of shivers hearing her mother talking so sensually to her, took off her own bathrobe and threw it on the floor. Marge kneeled on the bed and crawled toward her daughter who was holding her hands together and shrugging her shoulders. Her mother looked like a hungry panther aiming for her prey:
"A-Alright, mom~. What are we going to do first?", asked Lisa, still trembling of excitement. Marge crawled past her sat on the headboard of the bed and waved a hand to Lisa.
"Come here, honey. Come and sit on your mommy's tummy, so she can watch you better~"
Lisa nodded and slowly came to sit right on her mother's belly. She could feel her cleaned vagina warming up all over again as she felt the warm and smooth skin of Marge beneath it. Lisa sighed quietly keeping her elbows up and looking at her mother right in the eyes. Her long smooth blue hair made her look like she was sitting on a throne and Marge asked for Lisa to grab her hands and she did so without hesitation:
"Mhmhmh, my baby is trembling. Is it because she's excited?~"
Lisa was liking the way Marge was referring to herself and nodded.
"Aww, look at her. My splendid intelligent daughter who's going to learn from her mommy some good grown-up stuff!~. Say, do you know what grown ups usually do when they love each other?"
Marge waited for her daughter's answer. Lisa looked up with a doubtful expression before saying:
"Mmh, I don't know. Maybe… a kiss?~". She blushed once saying that and Marge smiled back, confirming her answer:
"Yeah, it's a very good start. Now, close your eyes, Lisa~"
Lisa was going to say something but the words just didn't come out so she did just that. After a few seconds, the air around her mouth became heavier than before and when she opened up her eyes, Marge's mouth connected with her own and the two found themselves exchanging a kiss. Lisa's eyes wide opened as her mother's warm lips were attached to her own and felt her breath filling her lungs in and out. The heat caused by the kiss you was making Lisa's face turn hotter but at the same time, the pleasure caused by the gesture was relieving her initial discomfort. Marge then moved her lips back and forth and Lisa followed her same movements and the kiss turned even more pleasuring. Their hands detached from One another and Marge used them to grab Lisa's cheeks and push her lips even harder. Her kiss was about to turn even more intense and Lisa felt overwhelmed by the continuos jolts of pleasure hitting her brain. In response, Lisa grabbed her mother by the head as well and she moved her lips to complement Marge's moves. After a good first minute of kisses, the two moved their heads away and looked at each other with a crazed look:
"Mmmh, so, Lisa. How were your mommy's kisses?"
"*Anf!* Mom! That was… intense! *And!*. It felt like, the more you gave me, and the more I wanted!~. I've never felt like this - this, good~"
"Mhmhmh, I'm so glad you like it, honey~. Want to have some more of these?"
Deep inside, Lisa more than wished for more of these but at the same time, she knew that her mother had probably way more in store for her; still, she wouldn't have denied herself a few more of those divine kisses:
"Ehm, maybe only a few of them. There's so much more I'd like to try with you!"
Marge giggled and bopped her nose with a finger:
"Mhmh, fine, sweetie. Here comes mommy~". Marge opened up her mouth and she and Lisa exchanged more passionate kisses, only this time, Marge put her tongue to work as well and this caught Lisa off guarda. The contact with her mother's tongue caused her to muffle a loud moan and had to hold herself by grabbing Marge's hair. Her eyes rolled up for the pleasure and both women let out their muffled moans for over a minute. Afterwards, Lisa moved her hands and went for her mother's chest and put her hands on both her breasts. Lisa found out how heavy they actually were and tried to move them as much as she could. Marge interrupted her kisses and witnessed her daughter in action:
"Ohohoho, what is this mommy's baby trying to do? Does she want to play with her chest?~"
Lisa smiled as he hands slid around the soft and smooth shapes. Her eyes couldn't just be taken off from them:
"Yes, mom~. It's since the massage I waited for this moment! I have to admit, it feels way funnier touching them than what I expected~. They're so soft too"
Lisa was still fondling her mother's round breasts when Marge teased her in return as she elongated her hands on her back. Lisa hissed as she felt her mother's fingers trailing lower and lower until she reached her rear:
"Mom! What are you trying to do, you sneaky?~", asked a smirking Lisa who, in response, squeezed both her mother's erected nipples. Marge sighed before saying:
"Mmmh, this mommy just remembed that she didn't have the chance to properly take care of her baby's butt~. Let her remedy to this forgetfulness!". Having said that, Marge put both her hands on Lisa's buttcheeks and gripped them firmly. Lisa let out a moan and her whole body moved forward on its own. This movement almost made her face dive right into Marge's breasts and she could feel her own pussy sliding along her tummy. Marge then slowly fondled her cheeks around, finding them much softer than what she remembered:
"M-Mom, be careful! I almost headbutted you~", remarked a giggling Lisa while her hands didn't left her mother's chest.
"Mmmh, alright, but your butt is just so soft~. It's like two small bread buns!"
"Nah, they can't be better than yours, that's for sure~", said Lisa with a light blush.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that you got the chance to play with your mommy's butt! Well then, don't mind if this lady gets to toy with yours then!"
From that point on, not only Marge squeezed Lisa's cheeks more firmly but she even used her fingers to slide them along the butt crack, where both Lisa's butthole and pussy were hidden. Lisa felt her fingers sliding so much close to her and at the same time, she felt the impulse to rub herself down there. She could feel her pussy getting all wet once again and the feeling of her mother's warm tummy beneath her made her move her hips back and forth and this move complemented with Marge's finger moves:
"Oh, what is this baby doing now?~", asked Marge while her finger was so close to touch her butthole.
"Ah, it just-Oohhhmm, it feels so good now! I can feel my Little Me being rubbed by your belly, mom!"
"Ehm, 'Little Me'?"
"Yes, that's what my thingy is called, mom, and it's having so much fun right now~"
Marge was surprised that even her daughter was adopting a provoking language just like her and, really, she was sort of expecting it. She would have eventually ended up talking like that:
"Mhmhmh, well well, Little Lisa, I hope my baby is taking you on a good ride, because this mommy is going to take you on an even better one!". Marge didn't hesitate and slid her fingers right between Lisa's buttcrack and touched both her holes at the same time. Lisa moaned louder as she felt her mother gently stretching her holes in and out and due to all the pleasure she was experiencing, she felt like she couldn't contain it any longer and without any warning, she lowered her head and smoothered her face between her mother's breasts. Marge moaned herself seeing her daughter assaulting her chest with such vehemence: the girl was taking deep breaths inhaling her captivating body smell mixed with the lime oil and for the girl it felt like having embedded her face in the softest pillow she had ever found:
"Awww, Lisa! I never expected you'd wanted this mommy's tits like this. You're liking it?"
Lisa took her face out of her chest and stared at the mother with an eager glare:
"T-This feels incredible, mom! You smell so good, you know? I wish I get to play with your tits for some more!~"
"Mhmhmh, of course, honey! Meanwhile, I'll be touching you some more down here!"
The two women continued with their moves for several minutes, with Lisa smoothering her face on Marge's chest and the latter playing with her daughter's buttcheeks, both in and out of them. Eventually, Lisa lifted up her head and her face was contorted in an unnatural smile and reeled her head backward. She was feeling funny, more than ever before:
"M-Mom! I feel weird! You're still touching me down there?!~"
"Mhmhmh, yes I am, Lisa~. Judging from your reaction, I think you're close to come~"
"C-Come, mom?", asked a dizzy Lisa as she felt her pussy emitting squishy noises in the process:
"Yeah. I think it's a good time to show how masturbation works, and we'll need to make ourselves comfier~".
With that said, Marge changed her position and made Lisa sit right in front of her, their respective legs spread. Lisa noticed that her mother was wet too down there as she brought her hands closer to it. Lisa followed her same moves and was ready to hear her explenation:
"Now, Lisa, the masturbation is a fun activity both boys and girls employ to releave all their pent up sexual tension out. Now, as you can see her, this little pink bean is called clitoris…". Marge then proceeded to show her daughter the main parts of a woman's organ and Lisa followed the whole explenation. She remembered she had searched something about this matter but decided not to deepen her searching for the time being. But now, hearing her mother's exposition, she was remembering most of what she had put aside:
"... Sliding your fingers on its surface serves as a good stimulation, but the real fun comes when you bring your fingers deeper inside the hole~. Here, follow me as I do it". Marge then showed Lisa where to put her fingers in and them disappeared inside her organ. Lisa proceeded much slower and when she finally found the right insertion, she felt like she was watching the stars. A new wave of warmth invaded her innards as her fingers explored her inner parts like they had a mind of their own. Despite the fact Lisa was discovering this untapped carnal pleasure, it all felt so natural to her to just keep pushing her fingers in and out, rubbing the sides of her pussy which tickled slightly:
"Ahhh, ahhhm, m-mom? How am I doing? Is-is it the right way to do it?!~". Lisa tried to let her moves be shown properly while Marge was busy working with her own hands. She gave a nice long look and nodded:
"Mhmh, good. Very good job, honey. This is the correct technique. This mommy is so much proud of her growing baby~. A small hint from a veteran, eheh - give it some tries to find your own rhytm. This way, you will be able to enjoy it even more… and speaking of enjoying it more, here. Let me do something nice to you!~"
Marge took her hands off her bush and slowly crawled toward Lisa who was still fingering herself with a blissful expression. When she opened her eyes, Marge's face was a few inches away from her own and this startled her for a moment:
"Mom? Uh, what is it?~"
"Oh, just enjoy it, honey~". With that said, Marge brought her mouth near Lisa's chest and caught one of her nipples in it. Lisa screamed out of joy once Marge did so and the mother proceeded to gently suck on it, her tongue licking her nipple in circles. Lisa felt her head turning lighter by the second and her fingers couldn't stop moving inside her now extremely sensitive pussy. She could certainly feel a strong surge of something almost near to come out of it:
"Whaaaaah! M-Mom, y-you're driving me crazy! You're sucking my nipples so nicely!~"
Marge giggled as she was alrernating her sucking between both Lisa's nipples, even taking deep sniffs on her skin. She even grabbed her daughter's back with a hand to hold her even tightier on her face:
"Mmmh, oh Lisa. You smell so good, and your voice is so cute! I'm not sorry for helping you out to discover the joys of sex~. You like it when mommy licks your flat chest, Lisa?~". Marge made her tongue encircling Lisa's nipples one at a time and the girl couldn't stop screaming in joy:
"Ahhhh, y-yes, mom! Your tongue is licking me so good!~". Lisa moved her hands through Marge's long hair as she kept on with her kisses. Then, she felt her hand grabbing the one she used to touch herself:
"Here, Lisa. Allow me to let you know the real pleasure: a woman being touched by another one~"
Lisa didn't have the time to utter an "A-" that Marge had already inserted one of her long fingers deep inside her daughter. Lisa screamed joyful as Marge's finger moved in and out of her squishy pussy from which plentiful liquid leaked out with each stroke. The girl believed she had already reached the maximum pleasure with what her mother already showed her, but the fact she was now touching her down like that the way she was doing was beyond her expectations:
"Ehehehe, look at my cute little baby~. Your moans are adorable!". She kissed Lisa on the cheek and then moved to her neck, her nose taking sniffs below her hair:
"Whaaahaaammw!~". Lisa was shocked for how much unnatural her own moans sounded and it felt like they were just coming out on their own. Her whole body was being shocked by multiple spasms as Marge kept on fingering her delicate organ: her virgin entrance was small enough for only one adult finger, but it was just enough to cause her a surge of pleasure of its own kind:
"Mom! T-This is amazing, that's it!~. I-I love you so much!~"
"Mhmhmh, I love you so much, my baby. Now, let it all out because I can feel you are so close-Oh! Look at it~"
Marge was still moving her finger back and forth when Lisa screamed one last time as she hugged her mother by the neck and her whole body was shaken out of spasms of pleasure. A violent burst of liquid squirted out of her pussy and all its drops fell on Marge's hand, its finger still inside of her. Lisa felt her liquids leaking out several times and she didn't let her hold on Marge go as long as she was unloading all the pleasure within her.
After Lisa had released the last of her squirts, Marge delicately removed her finger and patted her daughter's back. The latter was still trembling and her voice was weak:
"Here here, Lisa. Take deep breaths now. Mommy's here~". Marge was surprised to witness how much Lisa was trembling as she was pretty much attached to her body. She thought if maybe she overdid it - maybe she wasn't ready for such an intense course of pleasure as her first time. Lisa sighed deeply while sniffing on her mother's shoulder before she lifted her head and looked at her in the eyes. She was out of breath but her smile was still on, and even tears fell from her eyes:
"Mom… that was… incredible!~". She hugged her back and covered her face with kisses after kisses. "That was the best thing I've ever had in all these years!~. I can't stop all the shivers in my body!"
Marge came to sit on her rear while Lisa sat near her and exposed all the plentiful pleasures she had felt over the course of their time together. Her passionate expression made Marge both happy and lowkey concerned: would her daughter have been able to control and manage the whole thing about getting to know her own body? She asked to herself. Marge was confident, however, about the fact that Lisa was a smart cookie - she would have managed to wrap everything about her experience for sure and would have never let herself being taken over by the whole new span of feelings of her coming years. She wondered whether that would have been just as easy with her son Bart. The boy was a much more hotheaded and impulsive cinnamon bun compared to Lisa…
"... So, what do you think, mom? Can you let me touch you down there as well?~... Uh, mom?"
Lisa had just finished her whole report when Marge talked was still rumbling about her doubts. She was shaken by Lisa holding her arm and asked her:
"Ah, sorry, honey. What were you asking me?~"
"Uuuh, mom!", Lisa looked shyer than ever and her cheeks turned red. "It embarasses me to ask you once more, but… m-may I get to touch your… your own now, please?~". Lisa pointed down bewteen her legs and Marge blushed lightly for being reminded of that. Her own vagina was quite sensitive and felt like she would have come herself at any moment:
"Oh, right… sure, Lisa. Go and do your best, honey~".
Lisa rubbed her hands together with a smirk and accomodated closer to Marge. Just like she did with her before, Lisa kissed her mother on the neck and brought her left hand to her bushed pussy. Its hair were all wet and when the hand came in contact with its skin, Lisa realized how much wet and warm it was. The feeling was weird at first as her fingers slid along her two lips up and down but having practiced with her own just before, she quickly got used to it. Marge moaned more heartly as she felt her daughter was playing with her clitoris, grippin it between her index and middle fingers:
"Oohw, y-yes, Lisa~. You're doing so good, baby~. You learn quickly. Your tiny hand is perfect for me~"
"Really, mom? Eheh, glad to hear that! It's pretty funny, you know? And warm as well. Alright, I'll try and put my fingers in. Tell me if it hurts…". Lisa tried her best to find the best way to insert her fingers and when she found a warmer spot, she slowly put her fingers in and Marge emitted an excited loud moan. Lisa hesitated to continue but Marge reassured the girl that she was feeling great:
"I'm just very close to come, Lisa~. Now, go on. May you have the privilege to make your mommy feel good~".
Lisa didn't made her tell twice and used three of her fingers to penetrate her mother. Its wetness made her movements much slicker and the loud squishy noises made the whole practice more pleasant for both women. Lisa even felt like she wanted to touch herself further more but when she touched herself, she thought back about it and renounced:
"Ouch! It hurts down here, mom~"
"Eheh, it's all nautral, my dear. Especially when you get to touch yourself the first times, when you're done the first time in a while, it always hurts because your organ requires some recovering. Of course, there are the cases when-Aaaaahhmmm!~". Marge's words were cut short when Lisa caught one of her nipples in her mouth while her hand kept masturbating her:
"*Smack*. You'll tell me about it later, mom~. Now, let's finish this thing for good!~".
With that said, Lisa performed more intese hand movements, with her fingers trying to reach further into Marge's pussy. The woman was screaming outloud at this point and her cries of pleasure were something that resonated hard in Lisa's mind. She didn't remember a time when her mother screamed out of pleasure like this, but she felt so much lucky to be there to assit:
"Oooh, Lisa! My dear sweet Lisa! Y-Your mommy is close to… Aagh, it's close to…"
"Ready, mom? I'm going for the final rush!~", Lisa exclaimed with a smirk and her hand went for more intense thrusts into Marge. Eventually, Marge tilted her head backward and her screams covered throughout the bedroom while her pussy emitted several violent squirts all over the bed. Lisa kept thrusting her fingers deep while sucking on her nipple while the warm liquid smeared her whole arm and some squirts fell on her face. Marge went on for a couple of times before she relaxed down and abandoned herself on the headboard, her arms lowered and tired and her legs trembling due to the pleasure she was being invested. The familiar feeling was something Marge didn't remember felt so much satisfying, and the fact she got to share all of this with her flesh-and-blood made her both proud and weirded out at the same time - but certainly, more pleased than anything.
Lisa removed her hands and while sitting next to Marge, she got to look at it. The warm liquid reached her elbow as well and she had the temptation to sniff it. When she was about to do it, Marge chuckled heartly watching her daughter acting so curious:
"Ehehe, how does it smell, Lisa?"
Lisa blushed and gulped when her mother talked. She tried to clean the arm on the bedsheets as best as she could:
"Ahh, no, it's nothing, mom!~. I was just shocked for how much you screamed. Are we sure that nobody heard us from outside?"
Marge looked around perplexed, like she feared someone was in their room with them:
"Oowh, I hope not~. The last thing I want to is for the neighbors to come and ask for weird horny noises!"
Lisa held a laughter for hearing her mother saying things like "horny noises" so casually.
"Well, mom, that too was pretty funny! I think I've done a good job for being the first, didn't I?"
Marge kissed her on the cheek:
"You've done great, my dear. Anyway, I think that this will be enough for today. I think we've been doing all that was necessary for you to learn all the basis~"
Lisa looked at her mother and looked down a little disappointed, even though she didn't have anything to complain after she got what she wanted at the end of the day. But still, there was one thing she wanted to try out before calling the day:
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Although… there's one thing we forgot, mom"
Marge looked at Lisa with bewildered eyes:
"Mmh? Something we forgot, honey? And what that would be?"
Without saying a word, Lisa lifted up her legs and pointed her feet in front of Marge's face, her toes wiggling all together:
"Remember how you said to me how much you loved my feet? Well, here they are, all for you~". She tried to imitate her mother's sensual tone but she quickly felt weirded out for how cringy it sounded. It sounded better in her head, she thought. "I thought we could have ended our day with this last game, mom. Then, we can call it out, what do you think?"
Marge was looking nervously at her daughter's small feet which were so close to her face. She had completely forgotten about them, but she recomposed her blissed expression and extended her hand to take them:
"Mhmhmh, you're such a nice girl for doing this to your mom. Here. You may want to play with mine if you want to~".
After having found the best position possible, Marge and Lisa spent a good half hour playing with each other's feet, licking and kissing them as best as they felt. Lisa quickly found out how much weird and yet pleasant was for her to have her feeties being kissed the way Marge was doing and she herself found her mother's feet a total joy to worship. Their smooth and elegant shapes made them look just as attractive as her buttcheeks when she saw them the first time and their smell wasn't so bad in the end.
The one who certainly had the most fun was Marge indeed. She found playing with Lisa's feet one of the funniest things she ever wanted to do in a long time, and this made her question for a while the way she looked at her daughter, especially after everything they did that day, certainly activities not allowed in a whatever normal family. However, considering how much her own family went through and what kind of members it had, Marge passively let all of this slip off her skin and came back to enjoy the last minutes of pleasure of the day.
After a good while, Lisa let Marge's feet go and accomodated close to the mother, looking at her in the eyes.
"Ahhh, I know I've already told you so many times but, thank you so much, mom~". She then gave her a kiss on her mouth, tears of joy leaking out from her big eyes. Marge took some time to admire the precious image of her daughter who just found out thanks to her mother's help the joys of sex and the two abandoned themselves in a warm hug:
"Mmmh, it's been a pleasure for me, Lisa. I really mean it. I never believed I would have had so much fun with you today and so, I thank you back as well~"
Lisa giggled as she digged her face into her breasts once again to smell their scent:
"Hihihih, listen, mom~. Obviously we will keep the whole thing for ourselves, but… would it be possible to do this again?"
Marge looked at her with questioning eyes before Lisa added:
"... I mean, the Spa Day. I looked back at it and, aside from the emerging thing about me, it was pretty good to have some relax time every now and then. I never considered it because I thought it was a waste of time, but it's not. I'd really like to do it again with you every now and then over the course of the months~".
Marge looked at her daughter with her tired eyes. Deep down, she knew her daughter was indirectly asking her to perform some more mother and daughter sex in the future. Even though she loved doing it this time around, she wasn't confident about making it a regular ritual between the two. She thought it wouldn't have been healty for Lisa in the wrong run. But still, never say never, Marge thought and so, she nodded while giving a kiss on Lisa's front:
"Mhmhmh, sure, Lisa~. I think it will be healthy for both of us. It's always good to detach yourself from the usual routine…".
The two wondered, as they slowly got up the bed and headed out of the room hand in hand, if they were able to return to normal-day life after the experience of that day, but a certain feeling stayed within her: that, was not going to be their last time together…
The End
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