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I took my daughter Michelle to college last week, the start of her sophomore year. I thought with what had been happening with us all summer and especially the last week or so before she was to go back, she might not want to return, or might get some crazy idea that she could remain home with me and commute, though the school is almost two hours away. Every day she was indicating a stronger desire to do one or the other, which was really starting to upset me. Hoping I wouldn’t have to become adamant, I admonished her about how foolish either would be, but finally, thankfully, she assured me I needn’t fear.

“Don’t worry,” she told me stiffly, “I’m not going to throw my future away in order to keep fucking and scatting with my mother all the time, no matter how fantastic that would be.” A bit harsh, perhaps, her own frustration at knowing we’d be apart dictating her angry mood, yet it was what I was hoping to hear. Before her return to school, however, we agreed to engage in a farewell over-the-moon love session where we could celebrate all we had become this summer — not only intimate lovers but partners in scat — along with a promise to continue in the same vein in the future.

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What began by fits and starts the summer before exploded ecstatically into final form at the beginning of this summer. Michelle and I have always been close, especially since my husband, her father was killed in an accident several years ago. As she got older, especially after her 18th birthday, I began fantasizing about her in carnal ways: how sexy she looked, how sensual it would be holding her, kissing her breasts, tonguing her pussy and tasting her juices. I had several lovers, women and men, and often imagined Michelle becoming, not just another, but a special, heart-of-my-heart companion. Many an evening last summer and throughout her first year at college I fingered myself in bed before drifting off to sleep, fantasizing that Michelle was next to me and we were caressing and kissing and licking each other everywhere, propelling each other from one climax to the next. Once, near the end of summer vacation during a nighttime thunderstorm, I came this close to initiating something sexual with her, but she seemed very distracted and I decided she wasn’t ready.

Shortly after that she went off to college and despite my masturbatory evenings imagining us together driving each other wild, I thought that might be all I’d be left with. But something happened, and when she came home after freshman year at the beginning of this summer, she displayed an eagerness to spend as much time with me as she could. This, of course, I found thrilling and did everything to ensure would continue. I often found my imagination running free, and that’s when I saw everything we did in a sensual sexy light.

One day, while we were discussing openly our “love lives,” something not unusual for us, she told me she had met a girl at college whom she liked and had sex with who told her all about the flaming sexual relationship she had with her mother. This intrigued Michelle to no end. It triggered memories of what had been developing the summer before with us. (So, she had noticed!) That explained the excessive hugging, the mornings she crawled into bed with me, the girly heart-to-hearts she initiated with me. And that allowed me to deduce she was thinking along the same lines I had been, too. I felt it was as if she were saying to me, “Yes, this kind of relationship is something that fascinates me, is what I want, too, but I shouldn’t be the one to initiate it; that, Mother, is up to you.”

Okay, I decided, assuming my guess was right, I would. Two weeks after summer vacation began, when we were sitting on the couch watching a movie, I leaned over and kissed her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. It was a deep tongue-dueling kiss, followed quickly by my other hand caressing her right breast. She made no protest, but wanted more. I gave her more, lots more, first on the couch and then in my bed. And thus we became lovers.

But, as I’ve already strongly alluded to, by the end of the summer we also became something even more. It’s that development, for the most part, I’m going to relate in the following narrative.

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About a week or so before I was to take Michelle back to school, I got some vacation time at work and asked her if, before heading back to the scholastic grind, she’d like going to the shore to take in some sun and sand, spend some sexy time together in a different setting. We had been intimate lovers for weeks already, and I thought this would be a special treat for both of us. She agreed to the plan, and I went online and booked a motel room (one queen-size bed) for us for two nights. We each packed a small suitcase of things we wanted to bring.

“Make sure you bring that turquoise bikini you wear for sunbathing on the patio,” she mentioned to me. “You look really hot in that.” I knew which one she meant and had to admit she was right. It didn’t leave too much to the imagination. But for a 40-something-year-old mother, my body was in excellent shape; I push the escort bursa tape measure at 36-27-37, pert tits, a solid ass, well-toned in most places, no flab to speak of.

“I’m sure you have one even tinier,” I said, and then quizzically added, laughing, “Are you hoping we get hit on while we’re there? Are you planning on leading your mother astray?”

“That’ll be the day,” she kidded back. “We know who does the leading astray around here.”

Realizing she was referring to our becoming sexually involved earlier in the summer, I said, “You’re not sorry, I hope? You’ve never given any indication if you are.”

“Fuck no, I’m not sorry for anything. I love you, love what we have, think about you, us, all the time. Frankly, I don’t want anything to interfere with us being together, especially at the beach.”

“Okay,” I smiled. “When my nearly invisible bikini and I start attracting interested parties like moths around a flame, I’ll just tell them to fuck off. My daughter’s got her claws in me now and I’m all hers.”

“You’re joking, as usual,” she sighed.

I reached out and took her in my arms. “No way, sweetie. Nothing could keep me from you, that lovely sexy body of yours that I want to devour every time I look at you.” I kissed her and led her to my bed. We sat on the edge, half facing each other and kissed again. I put my hand on her bare thigh (she was wearing short-shorts and a buttoned top) and caressed her gently.

“Shouldn’t we finish packing?” she inquired, though not very convincingly.

“I suppose we could,” I answered. “However, a short break might be in order, don’t you think?”

“Yep,” she giggled, as she began unbuttoning her blouse, “leading me astray once again. You just can’t help yourself. How did I get so lucky?”

After unzipping and stepping out of the sundress I was wearing, I yanked her shorts off and pushed her back on the bed. Both of us being naked now, I crawled on top of her, my knees straddling her hips, and buried my face in her tits. I flattened myself out over her so my pussy was against hers. Her small pennant shaped bush rubbed against my rectangular one sending sparks through my cunt. I couldn’t wait to get my tongue in her juicy slit, and I maneuvered lower until my mouth was in her bush. I grabbed some of her hair with my lips and pulled, which made her open her legs wide as if being operated by a pull-cord. Her nectar smelled sweet and tasted delicious as it gushed out of her onto my invading tongue. I pushed my tongue deep inside of her aiming for her clit.

She raised her legs and pulled them back exposing her asshole to me. “Go ahead, Mama Dearest, worship my asshole, lick it, eat it. I know how much doing those things turns you on. Do it!” I saw her sphincter gape and close taunting me, and I moved my mouth in quickly to lick it. If only she knew what I craved the most from her ass! I was able to tongue her hole only a few times when, using her athleticism, she spun herself around by her hips onto her stomach, snapping her legs shut so only her tightly closed ass crack showed.

“Sorry, Mommy,” she cooed, “all closed up now, no more asshole for you!” And she laughed. Then she continued, “Better go back and eat my cunt instead. That was great. I bet you can make me come again.”

“Why you little mean bitch,” I said, drawing each word out as long as I could, also laughing. Before I got the last word out, she raised her ass like a flower opening in my face, and tilted it so her cunt was right at face level. I dived into it with my entire mouth, washing my face in her cunt juice. I felt her gently rock back and forth and suddenly she spasmed, basking in another orgasm.

We rested for a few minutes and then I shimmied up her body while flipping her onto her back and arranged my pussy over her mouth. “Your turn, sweetheart,” I insisted. “Remind me how talented that tongue of yours is.” I didn’t have to wait long. I slid my cunt across her face, my juices spilling out onto her. Her tongue danced around my clit driving me crazy.

“Harder, babe,” I implored her. “Right where your tongue is now, but harder. Oh fuck! That’s it!” My climax built up quickly and then popped, sending me over the edge. I felt myself squirt onto her face making her giggle and complain about needing a life preserver. I chuckled, too, and then rolled off of her, lowering my face onto hers licking up my squirt and kissing her.

“We can finish packing now if you want,” I said after a lengthy silence in each other’s arms.

“Fuck it,” she responded, snuggling deeper into my boobs. “Let’s just go naked the whole time.”

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The next day we were on our way to the shore. I had no ulterior motive for what happened during our mini vacation, had no notion of introducing her to scatting. It wasn’t until certain things began to unfold that all of it fell into place.

We checked into the motel early in the afternoon and changed into our bikinis. We packed a small carry-all with two beach towels to lie on, suntan lotion, and a few other items. The last things we grabbed were our eskort bursa sunglasses and two floppy straw hats, one for each of us. Just before we left, we looked at each other, commenting how hot we both looked.

“Look out, Claxton Beach,” I said, “I don’t know if you’re ready for these two bikini-clad babes.”

Michelle chuckled. “We’ll just fight off the throngs if we have to.”

“Fling off our thongs, did you say? Really, Michelle, what am I going to do with you!” This had us laughing and we were soon out the door headed for the beach.

We spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach. We slathered each other everywhere with sunscreen, spending longer than needed tending to each other’s thighs and what was exposed of our ass cheeks, which was quite a lot. Mostly we lay on our stomachs side-by-side with our legs intertwining in the air, talking mainly about some of the other bikini-clad women we saw or hunky men, joking about their cocks under their bathing trunks and what they would feel or even taste like. I forgot she was my daughter and more like my scat friends Rita or Francene as we became bolder in our chatting. What we talked about never approached what they and I would get into, like fingering and tonguing their assholes or much filthier practices, but it was extremely hot as far as mother-daughter exchanges went.

“How about we take a walk on the boardwalk,” I suggested after a bit, suddenly feeling the need to move my legs. “I’ll buy us each an ice cream cone. Let’s see how many eyes we can turn, feel the stares lasering through our bikinis devouring us.” We both loved the idea, of course, knowing it would bring on the usual power rush, all those eyes on us. At one point we were standing along the railing looking at the ocean, and some of my ice cream dripped off my cone and onto my chest at the top of my cleavage. Before I could wipe it off, Michelle saw it and instantly reached over with her tongue and licked me clean. It was so sexy and daring and didn’t go unnoticed by others standing nearby. I felt my bikini bottoms become damp, and wished there was some way she could use that tongue on my slit and not just my cleavage.

I promised Michelle I would take her to a nice restaurant for dinner, and we returned to the motel to change. I asked if she wanted to shower first, thinking that might lead us into making love, but she said she “was starving” and would wait until later. I had to smile over that, the pangs of her empty stomach taking precedence over any urges she might be harboring a few inches lower. Maybe she was just better at prioritizing than I was.

We dressed and fifteen minutes later we had fixed our hair and makeup and were ready to leave. The restaurant was on the other side of town, so we took a cab. The food was excellent, and we both stuffed ourselves, even electing to have dessert. For a second I thought I would suggest we go to a club, but then remembered the clubs around there wouldn’t admit anyone under 21. It was a beautiful evening so we decided to spend a little more time on the boardwalk.

We walked in our bare feet along the boardwalk, afraid our heels would become wedged between the slats. Once two guys stopped us and asked if we’d like to go to a party a few blocks away, but before I could shoo them off, Michelle latched onto my arm and told them we already had plans to attend a party, “a private party just for two.” Then she kissed me. They countered by saying there was a party just about every night, and if not tonight, how about tomorrow or the next night, but she told them we’d be gone by then. My panties were now drenched, and after they finally left, I ushered my daughter to a secluded spot that seemed bathed in shadows, threw my arms around her, and kissed her, my tongue diving halfway down her throat.

“That was beautiful, love,” I said. “I need you in that motel room, naked, right this minute.”

“It’s about time,” she retorted. “I’ve seen enough of this boardwalk for one day.”

The first thing we did when we got back to the room was take that shower we had postponed earlier. We hugged each other and lathered one another’s body with soap freely. I rubbed my hands over her breasts to her pussy and between her legs. I slid my fingers through her well-trimmed bush into her sopping pussy. She was very wet and I thrust my digits deep inside of her. She soaped my tits up with her hands and then sucked my nipples after rinsing them off. I knelt and licked her cunt tasting her, making her moan. She raised her foot onto the soap tray, opening herself up more so I could lick her deeper. I pushed my tongue far into her cunt, her secretions flowing onto my face. She was delicious, and I wanted more of her. I was dying to turn her around so I could explore her ass crack, tongue her asshole, my anal cravings being the most powerful for me.

But I suddenly felt a big dollop of shampoo being squirted onto my hair, and I stood up. I took the shampoo bottle and did the same to her and we lathered each other’s hair, which was very sexy and sensual. We kissed several times, our tongues dancing with each other. Finally, we rinsed the soap and shampoo off us and we got out.

I noticed that the balconies to all the rooms were separated by a partition, so I motioned to Michelle to come onto our balcony with me. The air was warm, but not sticky humid as it often is at the shore, and we held each other, allowing our towels to fall to the floor. We stood at the far edge looking toward the boardwalk, naked in each other’s arms, wondering if anyone could see us from below. I ran my hand across her ass cheeks, now quite dry, and into her crack. Then we went inside and onto the bed.

Both of us were suddenly overcome with impatience, the need to be holding and touching each other. We fell into a side-by-side bear hug, and then Michelle rolled me onto my back and mashed her lips onto mine, her tongue tearing into my mouth. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed both her ass cheeks, pulling her cunt onto mine. I ground her cunt into me and then she maneuvered so she could scissor me, cunt to cunt. We fucked each other hard as we pinched and palmed each other’s nipples and tits, and quickly we had our first orgasms, Michelle collapsing on top of me.

After the scores of times we’d made love over the last two months, our bodies were familiar with each other. She knew exactly what to do with her mouth and fingers to give me the greatest pleasure, knew how to move her body so her demands, verbal and silent, could be met. She claimed ownership of every part of my body and insisted I do the same with hers. She knew of my anal fixation, how I loved having my asshole fingered and tongued and me doing the same to her. I knew exactly how hard and long to suck her left tit to drive her to the verge of coming, how she loved to have her toes sucked. We would 69, tongue to cunt and then tongue to asshole, almost twisting ourselves into pretzels to accomplish it. She would rake my nips with her tongue as my fingers plowed into her sopping cunt. We were amazing together, just fucking amazing!

We wanted to soar, and soar we did. Neither of us was afraid or hesitant to feel and lick each other everywhere, to crawl and slither over each other, trying one position after another. We made each other come several times, soft rolling waves sometimes, hard and thunderous explosions at others. The tongue-lashings she gave my clit were unbelievable as both her hands massaged my tits and pinched my nipples; she could make me come in seconds, it seemed, my juices spreading across her face. Each time she would raise her face after sending me over the precipice, all radiant and smiling, her lips and chin drenched with my cunt slime, and I would sit up quickly to lick it off and kiss her deeply. I had her get on her knees and spread her legs wide, and I proceeded to lap her from cunt to asshole; she moaned seductively as my tongue circled her anus and pushed its way inside.

“Your tongue feels so wonderful in my ass,” she murmured to me, her hand busily caressing her sopping cunt at the same time, “so deep, so wet. Fuck me there with your tongue, it’s so fucking hot and I fucking love it! Keep fucking me there, I’m gonna come again!” I was overjoyed she was on board with one of my own favorite acts of pleasure-giving, and I plowed my tongue up her pliant delicious ass until she spasmed and collapsed on the bed. With my tongue withdrawn, I draped myself half over her back, my face next to hers, and kissed her lips, pushing my tongue through them. As usual she sucked my tongue, unconcerned with what taste she’d encounter.

We remained naked and in bed and mainly in each other’s arms. We talked and made plans for the next day, cuddled, and fondled and kissed when we couldn’t resist. Mother and daughter enjoying each other without restraint. Finally, she said she was exhausted and turned on her side. I spooned her from behind, my pussy rubbing against her naked ass. I told her I loved her and how happy I was we were together like we were. She pulled my arm, which I had draped over her, in closer, and mumbled, “Shh, I’m trying to sleep.” I smiled to myself. Yes, she was my lover now, but would always be my daughter.

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Late the next morning we drove to a wildlife refuge not far away so Michelle could check out some bird habitats. Environmental studies were something she was contemplating majoring in at college, so this I would chalk up to our “practical” time together. But that wasn’t 100 percent true, because we found a deserted trail leading into a swamp and decided it would be the perfect time to call a brief halt to our exploring, take our clothes off, and get in the back seat of the car and fuck each other silly. We started off with Michelle straddling my lap as we kissed each other’s tits, to me lying on my back, my feet kicking at the carpeted interior roof as she ate my pussy out, to finally our assuming a 69 position, me on top, our tongues performing magic on each other’s clit, our fingers fucking one another’s asshole. Any birds in the vicinity would have heard some unusual sounds for that area emanating from our car, not to mention the sight of two females in the throes of sexually pleasuring each other. Not being much of a nature person myself, when we left the refuge, I had a much greater appreciation for the place than before we arrived.

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