Chapter 1
Norma admired herself in the full-length mirror in her room. She stood barefoot in front of the mirror in just her bra and panties. It was a hot summer day, but Norma wasn’t sweating or anything.
Norma’s chestnut red hair was worn short. Being a redhead separated Norma from other brunette and blonde women who were as beautiful or more beautiful than her.
At 41, Norma had nice firm tits. They were 36D, just the perfect size. Not vulgarly large and not disappointingly small either.
Norma had her hands on her curvy hips. It must be mentioned that Norma was not fat by any sense of the imagination.
Her legs were shapely. Her calves were endowed with the right amount of flesh. The tight white panties accentuated the fleshy contours of her thighs.
Norma put on a white shirt that fit her upper torso perfectly. Then she got into a black skirt that went down to her knees. Norma liked to show off her calves and keep people guessing about the shape of her thighs.
Men and women in her office liked to describe Norma as pleasantly fleshy.
Norma was chief of accounts at Martin and Sons, a law firm located in the center of the city. Norma had done well for herself in life, financially at least.
Norma wasn’t rich enough to retire or anything. But at 41, Norma felt comfortable with where she was financially. She could afford to eat out without thinking twice. She bought expensive clothes and perfumes for herself and her daughter Alma. Her position at the company was assured. The top management liked the speed and efficiency with which she managed the company’s finances as well as the employee payrolls.
However, Norma’s personal life was not as sound as her financial one. Norma had been divorced for the last seven years from her husband Walter. The reason for the divorce was sex. Norma was a sexually active woman well into her thirties when she got married. She had found the gentle bookworm Walter to be monotonous, especially in bed. Their divorce was not acrimonious, and Norma and Walter called each other once every couple of months to check on each other.
Despite her calm and official demeanor at the workplace, Norma was a sexually hungry woman. She had affairs with both men and women. Most of these affairs were short. There was a reason for this. In her late thirties, the red-headed MILF had discovered the joys of sexfighting through wrestling and sexfighting videos which she watched on the internet. In her early forties, Norma found women to be more sexually fulfilling than men.
Norma did not like to simply have sex with women. She liked to dominate her female lovers in bed. She liked to dominate them both physically and sexually, show them who the better woman was in bed.
This domineering lesbian aspect of Norma’s personality was not known to her co-workers, her ex-husband or her children.
Norma had given birth to two children. Her daughter, Alma, the eldest one used to live close to Norma. But she had moved in with Norma last week because she had been asked to vacate her rented house by her landlord. Alma’s bedroom was right opposite to her mother’s.
Mother and daughter took the train to work every day because their work places were in the same business district in Chicago.
James, Norma’s son was busy with college in the neighboring city of Aurora.
Norma got into her kitten-heel office shoes, opened the door and stepped out. Alma’s door was closed, so she decided to wait downstairs in the living room for her daughter.
Norma did not mind having Alma in the house with her. But the problem was that she could not invite any of her female lovers into the house when Alma was living with her. She did not want her daughter to know about her secret life as a domineering sexfighting lesbian who liked to compete and outfuck other women in bed.
Alma had said that she would find a place to stay close to her workplace in a couple of weeks. Norma was getting a bit impatient with her. She got alone perfectly well with her daughter and loved her like any mother. But Norma also loved her secret life as a lesbian sexfighter.
Alma’s room was right opposite to her mother’s on the first floor.
That morning, Alma stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, checking herself out. She liked to take her time dressing up. Her job as a hairdresser and groomer of upper-class women demanded that she dress well and look like a million bucks.
Alma had just her bra and pantie on as she posed in front of the mirror, checking out every inch of her body.
She liked what she saw in the mirror. Alma was 23 and her 36C breasts, the most important and coveted physical asset in a woman, were solid. They were the breasts of a healthy, ambitious and vigorous young woman.
She wore her jet-black hair short just like her red-headed mom Norma. Alma always wondered why she never got her mother’s red hair.
Alma’s legs were slim and elegant. Some of her mother Norma’s fine genes had been passed on to her. Her thighs were adorned with a layer of cream-colored flesh. Her calves were also as attractive as her mother’s.
But one area where Alma outscored her mother was her ass. Even at the young age of 23, Alma had fleshy buttocks. Some of her upper-class female customers complimented her on her gorgeous ass and some even playfully slapped her bouncy buttocks when they were with her.
Alma got into a cream-colored shirt and tucked it into a black skirt. The skirt was a really short one, showing off quite a bit of Alma’s lower thighs. Alma worked in the beauty and fashion business, and she had to wear short sexy dresses that showed off her beautiful young body, to attract customers. Alma also liked to show off her slim figure to all her female customers and attract prospective lovers.
Alma was a single woman. There was a reason for this. The black-haired damsel was a domineering young woman when it came to sex. She liked to pit her naked young body against the naked bodies of her female lovers whether young or old. She believed in sexual competition between her and her lesbian lovers.
Sure Alma liked the usual mating dance of talking, flirting, holding hands and foreplay. But when she finally jumped into bed naked with her female lover, she expected a sexual competition that involved tribadism.
Alma had been living with her mother for a week now. Obviously, like most daughters, the black-haired beauty did not want her mother to know that she was into sexfighting.
Alma’s pussy was growling that morning. It was letting her know that she had not taken care of it by rubbing it against another woman’s pussy for a whole week. Alma could not remember the last time she had not jumped into bed naked with another woman for a whole week and rubbed pussies with her.
Alma had flirted with a few sexy female customers at work. Normally, she would invite them to her old flat and trib the living daylights out of them. But she could not bring them to her mother’s house.
She had seen a few flats near her work place. None of them had matched her preferences. Alma was a young and ambitious woman with high standards.
Being a sexually vigorous woman, the lack of sex was bothering Alma a little bit. She couldn’t wait to have another woman’s naked body plastered around her own.
Alma checked the clock, and it was 8:30 am already. Her mother Norma would be ready by now.
Alma stepped into her kitten-heel office shoes. She checked herself one last time in the mirror before stepping out of her room.
Chapter 2
“Sorry I’m late mom”, said Alma as she climbed down the stairs urgently.
“That’s all right, Alma. I’ve been waiting for not more than three minutes”, said Norma, getting off the couch.
Then the maid Wendy came into the room. Wendy did not pay them any attention. She was dusting the couch.
“We are leaving now Wendy. Close the door will you?”, asked Norma.
“Yeah sure, I’ll close the door behind you ladies like I always do”, said Wendy. She spoke like a brash working-class woman who had not been coached in good manners.
Wendy was a tall woman in a tight-fitting t-shirt and jeans. As tall as Norma and Alma. She was pleasantly plump.
Wendy watched Norma and Alma with a hint of longing. She thought both mother and daughter looked gorgeous together.
Wendy had worked as a maid at Norma’s house for more than a month now. She found her employer to be an attractive woman and was a bit jealous of her. She thought Alma was also a strikingly beautiful woman like her mother.
Wendy wished both the red-headed MILF, and the black-haired damsel would pay more attention to her. But she only saw them for a few minutes every few days in the morning.
Alma and Norma walked towards the door together and stepped out of the house.
Wendy walked towards the door and was struck by the luxurious fragrance of the expensive perfumes worn by both mother and daughter.
She watched the two beautiful women from the window.
Both of them were in tight casual shirts, both of them wearing short skirts, the daughter’s skirt shorter than her mother’s.
The maid once again felt a tinge of disappointment because the two attractive women did not pay any attention to her beautiful plump body.
Wendy, who was in her thirties, had gone through a divorce a few months ago. She had had a couple of affairs after her divorce. Both of them with women.
Chapter 3
Norma had just settled down into her comfortable leatherette chair in her office when she discovered that she had forgotten to take some important documents with her that morning. Norma did not like to carry a satchel during the train journey so she usually couriered some documents connected to employee payrolls to her office so that her hands would be free during the train journey.
She would have to take the train back home to get the documents. Norma informed the company’s female CFO that she was rushing home to get the documents. The CFO was annoyed and expressed her displeasure to Norma.
Norma was cursing under her breath as she walked back to the train station.
The red-headed MILF reached home easily and let herself in through the front door.
She heard the sound of the TV as she stepped into the house with the key she kept in her skirt pocket.
When Norma made her way into the living room, she saw Wendy on the couch. The marble table in front of the couch had a glass filled with a red liquid. Norma saw that a bottle of her most expensive wine, a Chateau Margaux, aged 15 years had been uncorked. A plate of macadamia nuts sat beside the red wine.
The music video of “Seether” by the band Veruca Salt was playing on the TV.
It did not end there. Wendy was on the couch in only her jeans and brassiere. Her tight round-neck T-shirt hung over the sofa.
Norma charged toward Wendy.
“Wendy! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”, shouted Norma.
Wendy jumped off the sofa as soon as she heard Norma. Norma saw that Wendy was wearing her most expensive ruby necklace and her rare ivory bracelet on her wrist.
“Take off my jewelry you stupid woman”, shouted Norma, moving towards Wendy.
Despite her anger, Norma could not help but glance at Wendy’s breasts which hung down like two ripe melons into her sheer brassiere.
Norma could also see Wendy’s nipples beneath the transparent brassiere.
“I am sorry, Norma. I did not mean to steal. I just wanted to see what the necklace and bracelet looked like on me”, said Wendy.
“Take them off immediately”, said Norma, firmly.
Wendy did as she was told. She quickly took off the necklace and bracelet and placed them on the table. Norma could not help but gaze at Wendy’s fleshy upper torso. Her maid sure was a sexy woman. Norma wondered why she hadn’t paid much attention to her before today.
“I swear I did not mean to steal them, Norma”, said Wendy. She looked really upset.
Norma knew she was speaking the truth. If Wendy intended to steal the jewelry, she would not be lounging on the couch, drinking the wine and feasting on the macadamia nuts.
But she was still very angry.
“You have some nerve, Wendy”, said Norma, unable to control her temper.
“I am sorry, Norma”, repeated Wendy. She did sound genuinely apologetic.
“Sorry? You drank my wine. You ate my nuts. You’re supposed to clean the house and fuck off back home. How dare you wear my jewels and steal my food”, shouted Norma.
“I said I am sorry, Norma”, said Wendy repeating herself for the third time. This time Wendy sounded a bit annoyed.
“Your sorry is no good, Wendy. You are fired. Now get out of my house”, said Norma, trying to calm herself. “You give women like Wendy a meter, they would take a whole fucking mile” she thought. It was risky to have her around.
But Wendy was an attractive woman. Norma eyed Wendy’s fleshy shoulders and arms as she scolded her maid.
“Fire me for such a small thing, Norma? This is too much”, said Wendy, pouting a little. Her breasts heaved against her brassiere. Norma’s eyes fell to her maid's boobs.
Wendy thought her boss looked really hot in her tight corporate shirt and skirt. She wondered what Norma looked like when she was naked.
“You’re a real foxy bitch, wanna strip naked for me ?”, Wendy wanted to ask Norma. She also noticed that Norma was staring at her breasts.
“I said get out of my house, Wendy”, said Norma in a low and threatening voice, taking a step towards Wendy.
“God, you’re such a bitch. No wonder your husband left you. Guess you were no good in bed”, Wendy cried out at Norma.
Norma felt like she had been slapped. She couldn’t believe what Wendy had just said. Wendy had implied that she was so bad in bed that her husband left her! While the exact opposite had happened!
“Wenddyyy! I know you’re a divorced woman too. You told me this once. What happened Wendy? Couldn’t satisfy your hubby in bed? He had to think about some other woman during sex?”, asked Norma in a feisty voice.
Norma could feel her nipples turn hard. A week without a sexfight was certainly a long time.
“At least I don’t fuck around like you!”, said Wendy, without missing a blink.
Something snapped inside Norma. She raised her hand and slapped Wendy on the face.
“Owwww”, said Wendy as Norma’s slap connected right in the center of her cheek.
Then Norma saw Wendy step towards her. It was a stinging slap, and it was Norma’s turn to let out an “Owwwwww”.
But Wendy had stepped towards her with an intense anger and after she delivered the slap on her boss’ face, she fell forward onto Norma.
The two women fell onto the carpeted floor with Wendy falling on top of Norma.
“You fucking bitch”, cried out Norma.
“You fucking slut”, snarled Wendy into Norma’s face.
Wendy was treated to Norma’s luxurious perfume. But then Norma gripped her by the hair and Wendy let out a howl. A moment later, Wendy also grabbed her MILF boss by her chestnut-colored hair and the two women pulled wildly at each other’s hair as they rolled around on the carpet.
Wendy emerged on top of Norma and tried to pin her onto the floor. Norma reacted by pulling at Wendy’s brassiere. It came off easily in her hand.
Wendy’s breasts hung down into Norma’s face. Her nipples were erect. It was only when her boobs were freed of the brassiere that Wendy realized her nipples were erect. It had been a while since she had gotten laid.
Wendy cried out and pulled at Norma’s shirt. Such was the fury of the working-class servant towards her middle-class boss that Norma’s shirt tore in one single pull.
“Look what you’ve done you, thieving slut”, Norma shouted up into Wendy’s face.
Wendy let out a cackle and pulled once more at Norma’s shirt. The shirt tore completely now, and Norma lay under Wendy with only her brassiere and office skirt on.
Norma placed her hands on Wendy’s naked boobs and pushed her off onto the floor and climbed on top of Wendy.
“Get off me you bourgeois middle-class pussy”, Wendy yelled up as Norma parked her butt onto her groin.
“I’m gonna teach you a lesson you filthy slum dog”, said Norma and she plunged her nails onto Wendy’s boobs. She tweaked Wendy’s nipples.
Wendy let out a painful howl. Wendy felt a mix of pain and pleasure as Norma tweaked her nipples. Norma snarled down into Wendy’s face as she worked her fingers over her maids' nipples.
Wendy howled. She raised her hands and pulled at Norma’s brasserie. She pulled at her boss’ brasserie with such fury that it came off in her hand. She threw it off behind her.
Now both boss and maid were bare-breasted as they fought each other tooth and nail on the carpet.
Wendy also began to tweak at Norma’s nipples.
“Get your hands off my boobs you filthy cxnt”, shouted Norma down into the maid's face.
Norma couldn’t believe it, but she was actually relishing this catfight with her plump maid.
“You get your hands off MY boobs you lesbo slut”, Wendy shouted back.
Both women let out lusty howls as they tweaked each other’s nipples. Perhaps it was because they were women, neither Wendy nor Norma wanted to be too violent with each other. They were pulling at each other’s nipples just hard enough to hurt each other.
But in the process, both women were actually pleasuring each other’s nipples even though they intended to lightly hurt each other.
Erotic moans escaped them both and they looked into each other’s red faces.
“Ahhhhh! You rich bitch”, Wendy shouted up at her boss.
“Oooooh! You commie cxnt”, Norma shouted down at her maid.
Wendy pulled at Norma’s skirt, and she felt it tear in her grip.
Norma sensed Wendy tearing at her skirt. She let out a cry and slapped at Wendy’s wrist, but the maid’s grip was strong. Wendy tore the short skirt off Norma’s groin, threw it onto the floor and pushed Norma off her.
The two women jumped onto their feet.
Norma stood in front of her maid in just her panties. She was trying to regain her breath. She was feeling both horny as well as slightly humiliated.
Wendy stood in front of her boss, feeling victorious. She might have lost her brassiere, but she at least had a pair of jeans on.
Both women’s nipples were erect.
Wendy smiled at her boss, a victorious smile.
“I kicked your ass you soft middle-class pussy”, snarled Wendy into Norma’s face.
“You didn’t kick anything, you horny redneck woman”, said Norma.
Norma had been in many a sexfight and she knew what she had to do next. She charged towards Wendy and plunged her mouth onto her maid's mouth. She pried Wendy’s mouth open and inserted her tongue into Wendy’s mouth.
Norma threw her arms around Wendy in a tight bear hug. Wendy shivered as Norma’s near-naked body enveloped her own.
Wendy tried to cry out but all she could do was fight back by trying to push Norma’s tongue out of her mouth with her own tongue.
Their tongues licked over each other. Norma attacked Wendy’s tongue relentlessly, not willing to let her maid go.
She plunged her nipples into Wendy’s nipples. Wendy was forced to return Norma’s insistent hug, and the two tall women were locked in a tight bear hug even as they fought with their tongues.
Wendy felt herself getting aroused. She had always been attracted to her boss and had often longed for her attention. She could not believe Norma was kissing her. She was flattered despite the acrimonious situation they were in.
The two women were kissing each other furiously now. Norma caught Wendy by the hair and Wendy did the same.
Norma stopped their kissing for a moment, disentangling her mouth from Wendy’s.
The women panted into each other’s faces like a couple of bitches in heat.
“You wanna fuck me Wendy?”, asked Norma, her face red with sexual arousal.
“Yeah I wanna fuck you Norma and you want to fuck me too”, said Wendy. Wendy’s cheeks were a flaming crimson shade.
The two women breathed fire into each other’s faces for a few moments before Norma plunged her face back onto Wendy’s face. Wendy greeted Norma’s mouth with her own, and the two women kissed each other like they wanted to kill each other.
“You’ve been horny for me ain’t you, Wendy?”, asked Norma.
“Yeah I’ve been so horny for you, Norma and been waiting to fuck you”, Wendy agreed.
They ran their mouths over each other’s faces like a couple of wild animals.
Norma unbuckled Wendy’s jeans and began to pull them down. Wendy stepped out of her jeans, it fell onto the floor and the two women kicked it away.
Now both Norma and Wendy were in their panties, and they locked their mouths together again. Wendy slammed her boobs into Norma’s. They were now fighting with each other’s mouths as well as their boobs.
Norma inserted her hands into Wendy’s panty and began to tear it off. The favor was returned, and their panties came off in each other’s hands at almost the same moment.
“’I’m gonna fuck your pussy real hard, Wendy. I can fuck better than you, you milk maid. Your husband ditched you because you were as lively as a corpse during sex”, snarled Norma.
Wendy seethed at Norma. But she was enjoying the trash talking. She felt like she had pulled her posh perfumed boss down to her level.
“You are wrong, Norma. I will outfuck you. I know you are no good in bed. Your husband left you because you were as exciting as a nun in bed”, said Wendy, countering her red-headed boss.
The challenges had been uttered. Now the women charged at each other at almost the same time.
Their bodies met and the two naked women fell on the carpet floor, and they started to roll around, their nipples plunging into each other, their thighs and lower limbs interlocked.
Norma was enjoying her curvaceous body rubbing against Wendy’s pleasantly plump body.
Norma would be on top one moment. Wendy would be on top the next. Norma could smell the expensive wine on her maid’s breath.
Their thighs inevitably interlocked. Their wet pussies met each other for the first time and rubbed against each other.
“Ooooh looks like your pussy is real wet, Wendy. Who is the lesbo now, you horny slut?”, asked Norma loudly.
“You are wetter than me, you fucking slut. You better shut the fuck up before I slam my pussy into yours”, said Wendy and that is exactly what she did. She slammed her pussy into Norma’s pussy.
Pants, moans and grunts escaped both women as they rolled around on the carpet with their pussies glued together.
Their bodies were interlocked as they began to slam their pussies violently into each other.
It was at this moment that Alma opened the front door and stepped into the house. Alma had forgotten to carry with her a rare and special hair gel that she was supposed to take to work for a rich client.
Norma and Wendy were so immersed in each other that they did not hear Alma enter the house.
As Alma shut the door behind her, she heard the lusty cries and moans from the living room. Alma rushed to the living room and there they were. Her mother Norma and the maid Wendy were rolling around the floor, their bodies entwined and their groins grinding together. Both women were naked.
Alma could not believe what she was seeing.
“Rub your pussy over mine ….. Norma you cxnt”, yelled Wendy into her mother’s face.
“You are such a fucking whore, Wendy”, Norma yelled back.
“We are both whores, Norma.”
“Let’s see who the better whore is, Wendy.”
Alma saw their buckling hips and entwined legs. It was some sight.
Alma recovered quickly from her sexual daze, and she looked around the room. She saw the curtains behind the television screen. She rushed towards it and hid behind the thick woolen curtains. She created a small peeping hole between two curtains through which she could watch her mother and Wendy fuck each other.
“I can out fuck you, Wendy”, shouted Norma lustily.
“No you can’t you lesbo slut”, Wendy shouted back.
Thwack sounds rang across the room as her mother and Wendy relentlessly slammed their pussies into each other.
“Are you feeling the power of my pussy now Wendy ….. you slut?”, asked Norma. She had suddenly emerged on top of Wendy and was expertly mounting Wendy’s cxnt.
Alma looked longingly at her mother’s fleshy back and her lovely buttocks. She couldn’t believe her seemingly normal accountant mother was sexfighting with their maid.
“Uhhhh... Normmmaaaaaa ….. Ohhh... you dirty lesbo slut... Uhhhh… yes, yes, yes, place that leaking fucking pussy of yours over mine ! Yes, just like that ! Right there, yes, yes, that's it ! Just like that, Normaa !”, Wendy cried out helplessly.
Alma realized that her mother was dominating Wendy.
“Come on mommy, beat that upstart servant bitch, kick her ass mommy”, Alma wanted to cheer her mother on. Alma felt her nipples turn erect.
“You are so hot Wendy, you slut. I can't get enough of your pussy. Go ahead! Make my day! Cum all over my fucking pussy ! Right there ! Yeah”, Norma shouted out lustily.
“Norma, you goddamn fucking whooorrrrr! Yeahhhhhh! Don’t stop now ! I'm cummmiinnnngggg!", Wendy shouted out.
Alma watched her mother’s hips and groin slam into Wendy’s groin with a real urgency now.
“My mother is winning, yeahhhhhhh!”, thought Alma as she looked on at the naked sexfighting women with glee. Alma rubbed her hands over her boobs. She could feel her nipples turn erect and an itch well up in her crotch.
“FFFUUUCKCKING LESBOOOO WHOORRRRE!”, shouted Wendy with a tired lusty finality.
Alma realized that Wendy had orgasmed. Her mother had won !
“YEAHHHH! WENDYYYYY! CUM ON MY PUSSY. I WANT YOUR CUM ON MY PUSSY, YOU HORNY BITCH!”, Norma shouted out, her voice laced with sex and fury.
“Is this really my own my mother that I am watching and hearing? Is it right that I am watching my mom sexfighting with another woman? ….. Yeah it is, as long as my mother does not know I am watching, it is perfectly OK”, Alma told herself. “My mother is an amazing and experienced pussy to pussy fucker”, Alma continued to think.
“NORMMAAAAAA, YOU FUCKING DYKEEE”, Wendy shouted out.
“WENDYYYYY, I MADE YOU A DYKE YOU FUCKING WHORE”, Norma also shouted out.
“I WANT YOUR CUM ON MY PUSSY, NORMAAAA!”, Wendy shouted out.
“HERE BITCH, THERE YOU GO, I AM GONNA WASH YOUR PUSSY WITH MY CUM, YOU SLUT”, Norma responded.
Alma saw her mother’s hips buckling wildly. Her gorgeous buttocks jiggled.
Alma realized she was watching her own mother orgasming into the maid’s pussy. Alma kept rubbing at her boobs and then inserted a hand into her skirt, running the fingers through her pantie and rubbing at the top of her vaginal lips.
Alma wondered for a moment whether she could beat her mother if they ever fought with their pussies.
“’AHHHHHHHHHH, NORMAAAA”, Wendy shouted out. She was rubbing her hands up and down her mother’s back now.
“OOOOOHHHHH, WENDYYYYY”, Norma also shouted out.
Alma saw her mother collapse into Wendy’s hands. The two women embraced each other feverishly in a post-coital frenzy. Alma wanted to run towards them, take off her clothes and join their lusty sexual union. She felt jealous of them both. “How dare they have so much fun right under my nose”, thought Alma.
“My pussy outfucked your pussy, Wendy”, Norma snarled into Wendy’s face.
The women panted into each other’s faces as they lay entwined on the carpet.
“Say it to my face, Wendy. My pussy outfucked your pussy”, said Norma.
The two women were breathing into each other’s faces. Their eyes were locked together as they lay in each other’s arms.
“Yeah, your pussy fucked my pussy real hard, Norma and you outfucked me”, said Wendy, conceding defeat to her boss. She wished she had won the fight and taught her domineering red-headed MILFY boss a lesson on how to treat her maid.
Alma heard both Wendy and her mother pant and moan sensually as they lay entwined on the carpet.
The sexfight was over. Alma knew they would soon rise off the carpet. She wanted to watch the post-orgasmic entwining between their bodies. But she also knew she could get caught if she watched the sexfighting women for too long.
She slipped out from behind the curtain and slowly snuck out of the living room. She ran towards the front door, let herself out quietly and broke into a jog down the walkway.
Chapter 4
The train was empty that evening. Alma found a seat and looked out of the window. The black-haired damsel’s cheeks were redder than normal, and her heart was beating real fast. Beneath her brassiere, the severely erect nipples were straining against the cotton fabric. There was an itch in her pussy. An itch that needed a real good scratch.
She had actually witnessed her mother sexfighting with the maid. She had never imagined her mother as a lesbian sexfighter who enjoyed dominating other women. Alma’s feelings were conflicted. On the one hand, it could not be denied that she was severely attracted to her mother. She hated to admit it, but she had always been attracted to her mother when she gave her a haircut or a back massage. “My mother is the most beautiful red-headed MILF, and I want to make out with her”, thought Alma.
But watching her mother dominate and sexually humiliate Wendy had also stirred something inside Alma. It was a primeval emotion. She wanted to show her mother that she could sexfight her and humiliate her physically and sexually in her own house. “My mother might have beaten Wendy, but I am sure I can physically and erotically dominate my mother and beat her in a sexfight”, Alma told herself as she sat in the train.
Was it normal for a daughter to be attracted to her mother? Would it be normal for her to seduce her own mother? Was it normal for a daughter to want to engage her mother in a sexfight and defeat her? Would it be morally right? These were the questions that Alma posed to herself.
Alma felt her nipples strain against her brassiere right then. “Fuck morals” she finally said to herself. “I am too horny for my own mother to think about morality”, she told herself and almost giggled with excitement.
Alma made a little plan in her mind. “I’m gonna start flirting with my mom and try to seduce her. But I am gonna do it real nice and slow. If my mom is annoyed by my flirtations, I will stop because I love my mom. My mom buys me gifts and I don’t want to ruin our relationship. But boy, if my mom likes it, then I will intensely and passionately make out with her and then challenge her to a sexfight to decide who is the top pussy in the family and the house”, Alma resolved to herself.
She felt the blood rush into her nipples and a wave of lust passed through her body as she considered her plan.
As Alma walked down the walkway that would take her to her mother’s house, there was a smile on her face. It was the smile of a sexually aroused woman.
When she reached the top of the stairs, Alma wondered whether she ought to knock on her mother’s room immediately. She was still in her office attire.
Alma thought she ought to dress in something more sexier than an office shirt and skirt. Afterall, she was going to seduce her own mother.
She decided she had to take a bath first. She went into her room and took off her work clothes quickly, looked down upon her red and erect nipples for a few moments and then stepped into the bathroom.
She showered quickly, washing her work-fatigued body with an expensive sea salt and lemon soap.
After toweling her naked body, Alma opened her wardrobe. She could not choose between a red satin robe and a see-through cotton shirt. After a few moments of consideration, she decided to wear the satin robe because it was really short and would expose her thighs to her mother.
Alma put her panties on but decided not to wear a brassiere. Her mother was going to get a glimpse of not just her thighs but also her firm boobs. Alma got into the red satin robe and checked herself out in the mirror once before stepping out of her room. She decided to walk into her mother’s room barefoot.
Alma took a deep breath. Her head was swimming in waves of lust. Her nipples were erect and straining against the thick material of the satin robe. Her freshly washed pussy was already itching for some action. It had been a week since she last rubbed her pussy against another woman’s pussy in a sexfight. And she had won that sexfight.
Alma stopped outside the door to her mother’s room. She braced herself before knocking a couple of times on the door.
“Come on in”, said Norma. The door could not hide the huskiness of her mother’s voice. It was deep and sexy.
Alma gulped once before opening the door and stepping into the room.
Norma was on the bed. Alma could not believe it but even her mother was wearing a red satin robe. She had one leg placed over the other as she lay propped up against the head of the bed against a pillow. Alma marveled at Norma’s shapely shiny feet and her clean foot palms which look like they had been freshly washed.
“Almaaa. I was wondering where you were”, said Norma excitedly, almost jumping off the bed.
“I did some shopping, and another customer came in later than she said she would”, said Alma, trying to sound cool.
“I will never be able to look at my mother like she is my mother again. Not after I watched her trib Wendy’s pussy into submission”, Alma told herself.
Alma stood where she was and let Norma walk towards her.
“Hope you aren’t too tired. Shall I pour you a drink?”, asked Norma as she approached Alma.
Alma was too drunk with lust to answer Norma’s question. She almost charged towards her MILFY red-headed mother. She stopped when she was inches away from Norma.
Both women were fresh after baths, and they were enveloped by the heavenly scents of each other’s soaps.
Norma checked out her daughter, especially her lower thighs. Her daughter sure had attractive thighs. Norma was struck by how elegant Alma looked in the robe.
Alma walked towards Norma and placed her hand on her mother’s shoulder.
“You’re looking real dishy today, mom”, said Alma, pressing down lightly on her mother’s shoulder. Norma stifled a shy gulp at Alma’s touch and her compliment. But she could not hide the slightest of blushes.
Alma wasn’t done with her. She grabbed Norma’s hand and spun her around. Their hand palms met. Being an accountant, Norma’s palm was soft. Alma worked with scissors and used her hands all day. Her hand palm was rougher than her mother’s.
Norma let out a little gasp as her daughter’s rougher hand gripped her own softer hand. Alma felt like she did not want to let go of her mother’s soft hands.
“My god, my mom is the most beautiful woman in the world”, said Alma as ran her eyes playfully up and down her mother’s body. Despite her playful tone, Alma was struck by her mother’s large boobs.
“Stop embarrassing me Alma”, said Norma smiling at her daughter. Alma was struck by the huskiness of her mother’s voice.
“I hope my voice turns husky and sexy like my mother’s when I am in forties”, Alma told herself.
“It is just the truth, mom”, said Alma smiling, looking into her mother’s face. The raised cheek bones were prominent. The skin on her mother’s face was clear and creamy without any spots or pimples. The lips were large and called for attention. Her mother was a woman who took good care of herself.
Alma gave her mother a haircut once a month. She saw a small tuft of red hair stick out from behind her mother’s ear.
“It’s time to give you a haircut, mom”, said Alma and took a step towards her mother.
Their robe covered boobs bumped into each other. Mother and daughter barely stifled gasps. Both women realized they hadn’t gotten laid or jostled breasts with another woman in almost a week now.
Alma carefully adjusted the tuft of hair and stuck it back behind her mother’s ear enjoying their mutual breast bumping position.
Norma instinctively took a step towards her daughter and now their breasts plunged into each other again. Both mother and daughter let out one more gasp.
Alma gripped Norma’s elbows. Norma looked into Alma’s face. She admired how clear her daughter’s face was. A nice cream-colored complexion like condensed milk. No spots on the face either. Large lips like her own.
The two women’s eyes met and locked together. They flashed admiring smiles at each other. Both mother and daughter were excited by the rubbing of their boobs.
Alma saw the bruises and velts on her mother’s face.
“I must not show that I saw my own mother sexfighting with her maid”, thought Alma.
“I fired Wendy”, said Norma tersely.
“Oh”, said Alma, feigning surprise.
“Nothing much to discuss. I came in to pick up some documents during the day and there she was on the couch sipping my wine, watching TV and she even had on some of my expensive jewelry. I fired her immediately. She aint coming back”, said Norma, as if she did not want to discuss the matter in depth.
“Mother. It is so brave of you to fire that insolent woman. I wanted to fire her myself”, said Alma and she took again a step towards her mother and threw her arms around her mother’s body and locked her in a tight embrace.
Their satin robe covered breasts slammed into each other and both mother and daughter let out louder moans.
Alma looked down at their boobs that were glued to each other. She saw that her mother had a brassiere on under the satin robe.
Norma also looked down at their jostling boobs for a second. She saw that Alma was not wearing a brassiere. Norma wished even she wasn’t wearing a brassiere. Then she checked herself. She was hugging her own daughter and not her lesbian lover. For a moment, Norma wondered how much more hotter the mutual breast rubbing with her daughter would be if she wasn’t wearing a bra like her daughter. But Norma checked herself once again at this amorous thought.
They looked into each other’s faces. Alma stared intensely into her mother’s face and Norma, even though she considered herself a sexually aggressive woman, felt a bit shy at her daughter’s stare. Nonetheless, she met her daughter’s stare, and their eyes locked together.
Alma could feel her throbbing nipples poke into Norma’s boobs. If only her mother also wasn’t wearing a brassiere, their nipples would have met despite being covered by the satin.
“Even I thought Wendy was insolent. Anyway, she is gone, let us not waste time talking about her”, said Norma.
Alma was now caressing Norma’s back as they hugged. Despite her best intentions, Norma felt her nipples turn erect. She knew it was morally wrong, but she let herself enjoy the feeling.
“My daughter really loves me so much. I am a lucky mother” thought Norma. Norma tried to calm herself down once again, because of how sexually excited she was.
Norma also snaked her arms around Alma’s body and now mother and daughter were locked in an embrace. Alma’s grip around her mother’s body was strong and intense. Norma’s grip around her daughter’s body was weak and half-hearted.
“Oh you don’t have to tolerate that insolent woman, mother. I am so glad we are rid of her”, said Alma and she tightened her grip around Norma’s body.
Mother and daughter’s boobs heaved against each other.
Alma ran her hands across Norma’s hair. Her mother’s hair was slightly wet from the bath her mother must have taken after she came back home.
Norma usually liked her lesbian lovers to run her hands through her short hair. It aroused her tremendously. “But this is my daughter”, Norma reminded herself.
“You look so beautiful today, mommy”, said Alma, pulling Norma closer to her with one hand and running her hand deep into her mother’s wet chestnut red hair.
Norma felt the goosebumps pop up across her body. She felt her nipples throbbing under her satin robe.
“I want Alma to keep playing with my hair. It is sensual, yes she is my daughter, but it is all very innocent”, Norma told herself.
“You’ve never called me mommy before Alma”, said Norma.
“My daughter is hugging me tightly, so it is not right for me to hug her with only half a heart”, Norma told herself. She tightened her own grip around Alma’s body. Just a little bit.
“There’s a first time for everything, mommy”, said Alma, looking deep into Norma’s face. She saw the bruise on the side of Norma’s left eye and a scratch on her cheek.
“Mommy where did the scratch and bruise on your face come from?”, asked Alma, once again feigning ignorance. She knew it must have come from the sexfight with Wendy. She plunged her boobs into Norma’s boobs once again and both women let out whispered gasps.
Alma was caressing Norma’s back from the top to the arch of her buttock. She wanted to grope her mother’s buttock but knew it was too early in their mating dance. She ran her hands across Norma’s hair for the third time and saw her mother’s face turn red.
“Yes I want to grab my mother’s buttocks, but I cannot rush things, this is going to be a slow and sensual seduction of my own mother”, Alma told herself.
Norma was taken aback by the question, but she recovered quickly.
“Ohhhh! I had a small falling incident on the stairs at the station on my way back home”, said Norma. She had also slowly begun to caress her daughter’s back.
Alma was struck by the huskiness of her mother’s voice. It sounded so sexy even when her mother was lying.
“Nooooo. I have told you to be careful mommy”, said Alma, pulling her mother towards her. She plunged her breasts into her mother’s breasts and ran her hand slowly and sensually across her mother’s hair once again.
Norma wanted to plant a kiss on her daughter’s face. “But this is my daughter and not one of my lesbian lovers”, thought Norma as she tried to suppress her sexual excitement to the utmost level to not kiss her daughter.
“It’s nothing Alma, it will heal by tomorrow morning”, said Norma, blushing. Alma’s boobs were really pressing down on her own and Norma was unbearably aroused now.
“I am going to apply some Dettol on your face, mommy. I have a bottle in my bathroom”, said Alma.
She disentangled herself from Norma. Norma let out a sigh when their boobs were unglued from each other. Both mother and daughter were so sexually aroused now that they both let out silent sighs as their bodies disentangled.
Alma grabbed her mother’s arm and pulled her towards the bedroom door. Norma was glad to be led and taken care of by her daughter. Alma led her mother into her own room and the two women stepped into the bathroom.
Alma turned on the light and the single bulb cast a warm glow across the bathroom.
Alma stepped into the bathtub. She grabbed her mother’s hand, clasped it palm to palm and helped her mother climb into the dry bathtub. She let go of her mother’s hand once they both stood in the bathtub.
The two women faced each other. Both women’s faces were red on account of how severely sexually excited they both were. Norma was trying her best to hide it. Alma was not.
Alma opened the little cupboard above the bathtub and took out the bottle of Dettol and some cotton. She quickly dabbed the bottle of Dettol over the cotton and stepped towards her mother.
“Now stand still mommy”, said Alma, in a voice that was feverish with lust.
Norma sensed a hint of sexual excitement in her daughter’s voice. “Is my daughter as sexually excited as I am or am I seeing too much into things?”, wondered Norma to herself.
Alma once again embraced Norma, and their boobs poked into each other.
She dabbed the cotton over the bruise on the side of Norma’s eye. Then she dabbed the cotton over the scratch on the cheek.
The she planted a kiss on Norma’s cheek. Norma was taken by surprise. She shivered even as Alma once again pressed her boobs onto Norma’s boobs.
“My daughter is so concerned about me”, thought Norma.
The women’s faces were inches apart as they smiled at each other. Alma smiled longingly at her mother while Norma was still struggling with her feelings.
Norma’s thighs brushed against each other as she fidgeted in Alma’s grip, and she let out a stifled cry.
“What happened mommy?”, asked Alma, strengthening her grip around her mother’s body.
“It’s nothing, Alma. Sometimes my thighs brush against each other and causes rashes to break out across my inner thighs”, said Norma.
Her nipples were still throbbing, and she once again half-heartedly embraced her daughter. Mother and daughter stood with their arms around each other in the bath tub.
“You have rashes in your inner thighs? So do I. It is because we both have fleshy thighs. I am your daughter after all, mommy”, said Alma, almost swooning into her mother’s face.
“Oh! You get the rashes too, Alma?”, asked Norma, her hand resting uneasily around her daughter’s hips.
“Ohhhhh, yes I do mommyyyyy. I have the lotion for it too. It is a cream which makes the rashes go away in a day”, said Alma tenderly.
She once again disentangled herself from her mother’s grip and stepped towards the little cupboard above the bathtub. She grabbed a pink tube off the shelf.
“Now spread your legs, mommy”, said Alma. She said this on purpose. It was something she told her female lovers before she tribbed them.
Norma looked shocked. It was something she also told her female lovers before they began to trib each other.
Alma giggled.
“I mean place one foot on the tub so that I can rub the lotion across the rashes on your inner thighs”, said Norma, in a naughty voice.
“Oh”, said Alma. She also giggled a little.
Norma placed one shapely leg on the rim of the tub so that Alma could see her inner thighs. There was a pink pallor over Norma’s inner thighs peppered with small spots of dark red.
“You have such beautiful legs, mommy”, said Alma, checking out her mother’s legs.
“Why thank you, Alma. You are so kind”, said Norma.
Alma squeezed the lotion out and got some on her fingers. Then she knelt down and rubbed the lotion slowly over the affected areas on both of Norma’s inner thighs. She rubbed them sensually, taking her time, groping her mother’s inner thighs with the edges of her fingers. She glanced at Norma’s pantie. She thought she saw a small wet patch across the middle of her mother’s pantie. Alma realized her flirting was working. She stifled a giggle.
“You have such beautiful thighs, mommy. Such smooth skin too”, said Alma, not bothering to hide the sexual longing in her voice.
Norma gasped and shivered as Alma’s fingers rubbed the lotion across her inner thighs.
“I am enjoying my own daughter rubbing this lotion across my thighs. Yes, it might be a bit sensual, but my daughter means nothing by it”, Norma told herself. She resolved to herself that this was the truth. But a part of her knew that Alma was caressing her inner thighs in a sensual manner.
Alma could not take her eyes off her mother’s inner thighs, and she tried to not gulp as she gently rubbed the lotion across the soft flesh. She felt the itch in her pussy continue to rise as she spread the lotion slowly and sensually across the rashes.
While Alma rubbed the lotion across her inner thighs, Norma placed an arm on her daughter’s shoulder for support. She was trying her best to not moan out with lust.
Alma shivered at her mother’s touch on her shoulder. She squeezed some more lotion out of the tube and spread the lotion once again over the pallor across Norma’s inner thighs.
“You know you have beautiful legs, mommy”, said Alma, looking up at Norma.
“Thank you Alma”, said Norma shyly, looking down at Alma, struggling with sexual arousal and conflicting moral feelings.
“This should make you feel a whole lot better. I will put this tube of lotion in the cupboard by the shower so that we both can use it when we need it”, said Alma, as she stood up from her kneeling position.
Their eyes met. Alma knew there was sex and lust between them. Norma also knew it partially but was not willing to acknowledge it.
Alma knew that she had managed to sexually arouse her own mother.
“Won’t you rub some on my thighs too, mommy?”, asked Alma, in a seductive tone.
Her mother seemed to be taken aback by Alma’s tone as well as her demand.
“Well …..”, said Norma, uncertainly.
“You must return the favor to me, mommy”, said Alma eagerly. She handed the tube to her mother. Norma took it and uncertainly poured some onto her fingers.
“Place your leg on the rim of the tub, Alma”, said Norma, unable to hide her gulp.
Alma obliged. She seductively lifted one leg and placed it on the rim, putting on a little show for Norma. Norma could not believe the wanton expression on Alma’s face. Was she imagining things or was her daughter putting on a show for her?
Norma admired Alma’s bare well-endowed legs for a moment.
“My daughter has beautiful legs. It is normal for me to find my daughter’s legs attractive. I am only human after all”, Norma told herself.
“I am going to have to return another one of your complements, Alma. You really do have long beautiful legs”, said Norma. Alma sensed the excitement in her mother’s husky voice.
Their eyes met again. Alma blushed at the compliment.
“I am your daughter, mommy. I have your genes”, said Alma.
Norma knelt down. She slowly applied the lotion to the pink patches on Alma’s inner thighs. The patch of rashes was just like the ones across her own inner thighs.
“Ahhhhhh. Mommy. Right there, mommy. That’s the right spot”, Alma moaned out as her mother rubbed the lotion across her inner thighs.
“She is my daughter after all, we have the same fleshy thighs”, Norma told herself, trying to ignore Alma’s moans. She felt a strange kinship with her daughter. They both had similar patches of rashes across their inner thighs.
A pleasant smell of soap emanated from Alma’s thighs. Norma felt Alma place a hand on her shoulder for balance and she shivered a little.
“Yeahhhh, right there mommy”, Alma openly gasped and moaned in a distinctly sexual manner as Norma applied the lotion on her ample and fleshy inner thighs.
After rubbing the lotion across both of Alma’s soft thighs, Norma slowly raised herself up.
“My daughter is a young woman, who is open with her feelings. So she was a bit excited when I rubbed the lotion across her thighs. Like me. Nothing wrong with it”, Norma convinced herself.
Mother and daughter stood facing each other for a moment. Alma had a lusty smile on her face.
“Shall we go back to the room?”, asked Norma. She was sexually aroused now, especially after hearing her daughter’s lusty moans.
“Yessss”, said Alma, in a low voice. She knew she had managed to sexually arouse her mother.
The women stepped out of the bath tub and walked back into Alma’s room.
Norma walked towards the door and Alma followed her.
Just as her mother opened the door, Alma grabbed her hand and swung her around. She once again plunged her body into her mother’s body.
Their boobs slammed into each other, this time a bit violently. Both women let out gasps.
“Good night mommy”, said Alma and she planted a forceful kiss on her mother’s cheek.
Norma squirmed in her daughter’s grip. Then Alma let her mother go.
Norma almost ran towards her room and shut the door behind her, without looking back at her daughter.
Once the door to her room was closed behind her, Norma removed her satin robe and looked down at her nipples.
Norma had never seen her nipples so erect.
“I am Alma’s mother, and I must not harbor any sexual feelings towards my own daughter”, Norma resolved to herself.
But her nipples continued to be erect.
“My daughter was not flirting with me, Norma convinced herself”. Alma cares deeply for me and likes to show her affection by touching and feeling, that is all there is to it, Norma told herself.
In the other room, Alma also got out of her satin robe and looked down at her nipples. They were erect like two living things.
Norma is my mother, and I intend to seduce her and then fuck her and dominate her, told Alma to herself.
Alma got into her bed naked. She placed her finger over her pussy. It was flowing like an open tap. She began to finger herself while fantasizing about she and her mother furiously tribbing with their pussies. They were yelling and cussing at each other like no other mother and daughter while they slammed their pussies into each other. She fingered herself to a tremendous orgasm.
Even after her orgasm, Alma kept thinking about her and her mother together before slipping into a restless sleep.
Chapter 5
In her room, Norma could contain herself no longer. She opened her laptop and placed it on the bed. She took off her robe and jumped into bed naked.
She searched for her favorite lesbian wrestling and sexfight video – Wild Things starring Amy Lewinski and Nadege. Norma lay back on her pillow and began to caress her pussy with her fingers as she watched the action in the video. But try as she might, Norma could not help but place herself and Alma as the two women in the video. “I cannot caress my pussy while thinking about my daughter”, Norma scolded herself.
But that is exactly what she was doing. Norma did not have to finger herself for too long before her pussy began to quiver. Norma kept fantasizing about she and her daughter tribbing and kissing each other with wild abandon.
Norma relaxed on the bed after her orgasm on the bed. But her mind was filled with conflicting emotions. “It is not right for me to be attracted to my own daughter. Alma cares deeply about me and was taking care of me when she caressed my thighs and hugged me. But I am horny woman and was excited by her touch and our breasts meeting each other. I need to control myself when my daughter takes care of me”, Norma convinced herself.
She could not sleep because her thoughts kept going back to her and Alma. When she finally succumbed to sleep, it was a restless one.
Norma woke up in the morning, dressed up for work and went down to the kitchen to make breakfast for her and her daughter.
The red-headed MILF tried to push the erotic encounter with her daughter to the back of her mind as she made coffee and a cornflakes, milk and fresh fruit mix in a bowl.
She took the breakfast on a tray to the dining table. She placed the tray on the table and turned around and Alma was standing right behind her.
“Almaaaa”, Norma said in surprise. Her daughter had crept up on her.
“Mommie. I was just about to make breakfast for us but my mommie already did. I have the best mommie in the world”, said Alma in a distinctly seductive voice and stepped towards her mother and threw her arms around Norma.
Norma shivered when their breasts pummeled into each other.
“It’s nothing Alma. You took such good care of me yesterday, I wanted to make breakfast for you”, said Norma gulping as Alma really pressed her boobs against her own boobs. Norma did not make a move to hug her daughter. “It is normal for my daughter to show her appreciation for making breakfast, there is no need for me to hug her back”, thought Alma, cupping her daughter’s elbows half-heartedly.
“There was so much bonding between us yesterday evening when we applied the cream on each other’s thighs”, said Alma in a low seductive tone, eager to remind her mother about their intimacy. Alma’s arms gripped her mother tightly and she was slowly caressing her mother’s back. Alma pressed her boobs onto her mother’s boobs more forcefully, because she wanted her mother to hug her back. “Why doesn’t she hug me back? I know she likes it”, thought Alma, flashing an amorous expression at her mother.
Encouraged by her daughter’s ardent boob bump, Norma hugged her daughter half-heartedly and now the two women’s boobs were heaving against each other.
“It was nice of you to take care of my bruises and the rashes over my thighs. But let us eat our breakfast and leave quickly. I don’t want to be late for work, Alma”, said Norma, a tinge of sexual arousal in her husky voice.
“OK mommie”, said Alma and she freed her mother from her arms. Norma let out a suppressed sigh as they disentangled.
Alma kept complementing Norma and ogling at her in a distinctly sexual manner as they ate breakfast. But Norma kept telling herself that it was nothing.
They stepped out of the house, after breakfast. As they walked down the pathway, Alma took her mother’s hand in hers. Norma shivered at her daughter’s touch but let her hand be taken by her daughter. Their hand palms met.
As they walked, Alma’s grip over her mother’s hand grew tighter.
“I know you’re a nervous crosser of roads, mommie”, said Alma as she gently pulled Norma with her as they crossed the road, dodging the morning traffic.
“You’re so caring towards me today, Alma”, said Norma.
“I only got one mother in this world”, said Alma, half tenderly, and half-jokingly.
“And I only got one daughter, and she is so nice to me”, said Norma.
Their train zoomed in as soon as they stepped onto the platform and Alma let go of her mother’s hand.
The platform was crowded that morning.
The train door opened, and mother and daughter entered the train with a bit of a crowd into one of the compartments.
“More crowded than usual”, Norma whispered to Alma.
“You can say that again”, agreed Alma.
They were standing next to each other, holding onto the overhead beams for balance. Norma got a whiff of Alma’s perfume. A nice subtle strawberry scent. It was classy and Norma knew it would be some expensive brand.
The train door shut, and they were on their way. All the seats across both aisles were occupied.
Mother and daughter stood close to each other. There were people around them.
Alma saw that the tuft of red hair she had stuffed behind her mother’s ear the previous evening had popped out again. “Now there is an opportunity to touch my mother and flirt with her again”, thought Alma, even as she stifled an excited giggle.
“You didn’t pay attention while combing your hair, mom”, said Alma, good-naturedly and she raised her hand and tucked the tuft of hair back behind Norma’s ear.
Alma caressed her mother’s hair once and then ran the back of her fingers across her mother’s cheek. Norma shivered and she felt the blood rush into her nipples at her daughter’s touch. Alma flashed her mother with a naughty smile.
Norma smiled backed shyly.
Norma felt goosebumps break out across her body at Alma’s touch. Alma had always been someone who liked to hug and touch and show affection to her, her ex-husband and their brother.
But she had never felt goosebumps break out across her body like this.
“I guess it’s time to visit your shop for a haircut”, said Norma.
“You don’t have to visit my shop, mommie. I could trim your hair on one of the evenings after work”, said Alma.
“You could?”, asked Norma.
“Anything for you, mommie”, said Alma, emphasizing on the “anything”.
The women looked affectionately into each other’s eyes.
The train came to a stop at the next station.
A large bunch of people gushed into the train.
“Wow, it sure is getting crowded”, said Alma.
“Well, it’s just two more stations before we get down”, said Norma.
“It’s never this crowded, mom”, said Alma.
“It’s always like this during tourist season”, said Norma.
Alma nodded.
Travelers gathered around both mother and daughter. The women moved towards each other as the crowd swelled.
The crowd behind Alma pushed her towards Norma. Alma lost her hold over the overhead beam and fell onto Norma. The fall was intentional. Alma could have arrested the fall if she wanted to. But she was sexually aroused and wanted the flirting between her and her mother’s bodies to continue.
Norma caught her daughter, and the two women’s breasts plunged into each other. Their bodies were plastered together. Faces were inches away from each other. The two women could feel each other’s breaths hit the surface of their cheeks. Alma lingered over Norma’s body. She could have stepped away from her mother’s body now, but she kept pressing her boobs onto her mother’s boobs. The mere pressing of boobs had turned into rubbing of boobs against each other.
Alma giggled. Norma laughed. Alma barely stopped herself from kissing her mother. Norma laughed; a laughter tinged with a nervous sexual excitement.
“Thanks for arresting my fall, mom”, said Alma.
“Well, I just got one daughter in this world”, said Norma.
Their breasts heaved against each other. There was nothing either woman could do about their breasts being plastered against each other like they were lovers.
They squirmed against each other. Norma felt her nipples turn hard. Alma also felt the blood rush into her nipples.
At the next station, more passengers rushed into the compartment.
Their bodies were plastered to each other more intensely. Alma could smell her mother’s perfume. It was a clean and fresh lemony perfume. It smelled luxurious and expensive.
Somebody pushed Norma from behind and her body was pressed against Alma’s yet again.
The crowd behind Alma pushed her again and this time, Alma pushed one of her legs against her mother’s crotch. The sides of their calves rubbed, and both women gasped even as their boobs continued to pummel each other.
Mother and daughter looked into each other’s eyes. Alma could not contain herself any longer. She rubbed her upper thigh against Norma’s pantie covered pussy. She saw her mother gasp in front of her.
“Sorry mom, the crowd is pushing me”, she whispered into her mother’s face. Her mother’s fragrance aroused Alma even further. She kept the expression on her face neutral.
“Ahhhhhh! It’s OK, Alma”, said Norma, almost swooning.
Then Alma once again rubbed her thigh against her mother’s pussy and this time raised her knee and rubbed it into her mother’s inner groin.
Alma felt her mother breathe rapidly. Their breasts heaved against each other and the two women kept looking deep into each other’s eyes as they stood breast to breast and pelvis to pelvis. Their inner thighs were locked together now.
The dark haired-damsel was not done with her MILFY red-headed mother. She rubbed the side of her calf against her mother’s calf. Alma did not stop with that. She rubbed her thigh against her mother’s pussy once again.
She looked innocently into her mother’s face which had turned red with sexual arousal. She saw her mother shut her eyes as her thigh remained pressed against her mother’s pussy.
Mother and daughter’s breasts were glued together now. There was no space for them to move. Their large breasts were squeezing against each other with the utmost intensity. Neither woman could help but gasp into each other’s faces.
Norma and Alma smiled shyly at each other and tried half-heartedly to break free by maneuvering their bodies using their grips on the overhead steel beams. Alma allowed her pelvis to slam into her mother’s pelvis yet again, giving her mother’s pussy another rub with her thigh.
There was nothing either woman could do because there was no space to move. Their breasts continued to rub against each other as they half-heartedly tried to break free, gasping and breathing into each other’s faces.
It was a distinctly awkward situation. Mother and daughter stayed like that for the remainder of the journey, their breasts rubbing and jousting. Their pelvises continued to slam into each other. The sides of their calves and lower limbs continued to rub against each other. Alma ensured that their inner thighs were locked together.
They felt it was pleasant to have their breasts, legs, thighs and pelvises lined up against the other woman’s. The pleasantness did not last for more than a minute as the train reached the station.
The two women pushed through the crowds and Alma had to grab her mother’s hand and pull her out.
Norma fell onto Alma as she stumbled out of the exit door and the two women hugged again. Their lovely breasts brushed each other yet again.
“Phew. Now that was like being in an action-adventure movie”, said Alma, as she held her mother in her arms.
Their eyes met. Breasts remained in contact for an aching moment longer before Norma extricated herself from Alma and the two women disentangled from each other.
“See you in the evening, Alma”, said Norma as she adjusted her dress.
“Sure, I might finish late, mom. Loads of appointments today”, said Alma.
Norma was furiously aroused now. She felt like her erect nipples might tear through her brassiere. She wondered whether her daughter had innocently fallen onto her or was it all intentional? “My daughter rubbed her thigh against mine. Not once but multiple times. We were standing pelvis and pelvis and breast to breast. Our legs and thighs were rubbing against each other in a distinctly erotic manner. Can it all be so innocent? What is going on with Alma?”, wondered Norma.
She looked at Alma’s face, but her daughter looked innocently back at her.
They had to walk away in two different directions because Alma’s hairdressing saloon was towards the South of the business district. The law firm at which Norma worked was towards the North.
The women said their goodbyes and made their way to their respective workplaces.
Norma could not focus on work at her office, throughout the day.
In the evening, Norma found a seat in the train and sat looking out of the window. Her eyes seemed to be watching the sights, but her mind was elsewhere. Her heart was beating fast and there was a tingling in her pussy.
Norma calmed down a bit and recalled the eroticism of the body contact between her and Alma during the ten minutes it took to reach the station near her home.
Why would a beautiful 23-year-old woman like Alma hit on her own 41-year-old mother when she had so many sexual prospects considering she worked in the fashion industry, Norma asked herself. Alma was her daughter, a young woman, and Norma decided to be a little more formal with her during Alma’s stay at her home.
Chapter 6
The moment Norma stepped into the house, Alma walked out into the corridor, dressed in tight denim shorts and a sleeveless black top that hung low, exposing quite a bit of her cleavage.
She placed her hands on her hips and winked at Norma.
Norma’s eyes fell on her daughter’s partially exposed boobs. Her nipples were poking out through the transparent black top.
Norma had seen, tweaked, sucked on and even bitten down on many women’s nipples in her life. She could tell that her daughter’s nipples were erect.
Her daughter was barefoot and was smiling at her. Norma thought it was a seductive smile.
“No, there is no way my daughter would ever look at me seductively”, Norma told herself as she closed the door behind her.
“Mommy”, said Alma in an excited voice and almost ran towards where Norma stood.
She threw her arms around her mother and hugged her close.
Norma hugged her back. Their breasts bumped into each other. Norma could tell that Alma had just taken a bath. The heavenly scent of her soap enveloped Norma.
They let their breasts heave together, enjoying the rhythmic swells of flesh against flesh as they breathed into each other's faces.
Alma brought her face towards Norma’s and examined it.
“The bruise and the scratch have almost disappeared”, said Alma, in a tender voice.
“All thanks to my darling concerned daughter”, said Norma in a thankful voice.
Mother and daughter beamed at each other even as their breasts were plastered together.
“You look gorgeous, Alma. Are you going out for a date?”, asked Norma.
“No mommy. Do you know what I have planned for us this evening?”, asked Alma, in an excited voice. Alma’s breath was fresh.
“No Alma. What is it?”, asked Norma, squirming in her daughter’s grip. Alma had put on some make-up. Her creamy white face had a pink glow over the cheeks.
“My daughter has actually put on make-up for me. It is because she loves me so much”, thought Norma.
“The two of us are going to do yoga together”, said Alma, tightening her grip around Norma’s body.
“Oh”, said Norma, unable to contain her surprise.
She felt her nipples turn erect as her breasts heaved against her daughter’s breasts.
“Now be a good girl and change into denim shorts and a sleeveless top like me, mommy”, said Alma.
She pushed Norma towards the staircase and slapped her playfully on her butt.
Norma couldn’t believe what was happening. She and her lesbian lovers often slapped each other on the butt during their mating dance or their tribbing. She couldn’t believe her own daughter had slapped her on the butt.
Norma went up to her room, not looking back at Alma. She quickly changed into denim shorts. She thought for a moment whether she ought to wear a bra. It was a hot evening, so she decided against wearing one. The first white-colored vest she grabbed in a hurry off the shelf hung real low.
She checked herself out in the mirror. She wondered whether she ought to wear some makeup. Maybe color her cheeks pink like Alma had done for her. She thought it would be too much. She was going to do yoga with her daughter and not her lesbian girlfriend.
But then she grabbed the make-up kit from a cupboard and did her cheeks quickly, making them nice and pink just like Alma’s.
She went down the stairs and walked into the living room. Alma stood with her arms folded beside a large yoga mat.
“My god mommy, you look gorgeous in your sleeveless top. Look at your fleshy arms and those beautiful legs”, swooned Alma as she walked towards her mother and threw her arms around her.
Their sleeveless blouse-covered boobs bumped into each other. Neither woman was wearing a brassiere and both mother and daughter shivered as their nipples met briefly through the thin fabrics.
They held onto each other for a few heavenly moments.
“Ooooh. You wore make-up. Your cheeks are beautiful and pink. Did you wear makeup for me, mommie?”, asked Alma, seductively.
“My daughter wore makeup for the yoga session, so it was only fair that I wear some makeup too. It is a girl-bonding thing. My daughter is like my friend”, Norma convinced herself.
“Yes, Alma. I wore them for you my dear”, said Norma.
Alma disentangled herself from her mother and pulled Norma towards the large blue yoga mat.
Norma was excited as she stepped onto the mat with her daughter.
Alma was unbearably aroused as she faced her mother.
“I made my mother wear makeup for me. She is slowly falling into the web of lust and sex that I am weaving for us”, thought Alma.
“The first yoga pose involves you and me lifting each other, mommy”, said Alma eagerly and with finality.
“Oh”, said Norma. She had never heard of this yoga pose before. But she did not say anything.
Alma stepped towards her mother and embraced her. Norma gulped and shivered at her daughter’s touch.
“This is a normal yoga session, there is no need for me to get sexually aroused”, Norma told herself.
She gasped as her daughter threw her arms around her waist and lifted her up.
Norma giggled down into Alma’s face. Alma giggled up into Norma’s face.
Mother and daughter giggled at each other excitedly even as the bottom of Norma’s boobs pressed down into her daughter’s cleavage.
“My daughter is a strong girl”, gasped Norma as Alma continued to hold her in her hands.
Then Alma slowly lowered her mother onto the yoga mat. As she lowered her mother down onto the mat, her mother’s boobs rubbed and pressed across the length and breadth of Alma’s boobs.
Despite her best intentions, Norma’s head was now swimming in a raging sea of lust.
After Alma placed her on the mat, Norma was so aroused that she lost her balance and fell into Alma’s arms. Mother and daughter hugged each other again, their breasts plunging into each other.
They looked into each other’s eyes.
Norma wondered whether her daughter was trying to seduce her. It was not just the wanton expression on her daughter’s face. But Norma had taken yoga classes a few years ago and there was not a single yoga pose where your partner had to lift you off the mat.
Alma disentangled herself from her mother and took a step backward, a naughty smile on her face. “My mother is getting aroused but not showing it. My plan is working”, she thought.
“You turn now, mommy. See if you can lift me”, said Alma. There was a naughtiness in Alma’s voice. It was no ordinary naughtiness. It was a naughtiness laced with sex and barely concealed lust.
Norma calmed herself down before she stepped towards her daughter and uncertainly threw her arms around her daughter’s body. She could feel her nipples throbbing and piercing against her sleeveless vest.
Alma’s eyes fell onto her mother’s boobs. She saw the pink erect nipples penetrating against the transparent vest. A wanton smile appeared on Alma’s face as Norma attempted to lift her.
Alma giggled in a distinctly sexual manner as their breasts bumped into each other yet again. Nipples brushed each other through the thin fabric of their sleeveless vests. They stood like that for a few moments, both mother and daughter enjoying the feel of each other’s breasts and nipples jostling against each other.
Then Norma raised her daughter off the floor. Alma let out an excited yelp. It was the yelp of an aroused woman. Norma had heard the aroused yelps of many a woman.
“Oooohhhhhhhhhh! My mommy is so strong”, she whispered down into Norma’s face.
Alma’s lower breasts thrust down onto Norma’s cleavage. The two women gasped as they stood in that position for nearly a whole minute.
Alma giggled down into her mother’s face. Despite her reservations, Norma also giggled up into her daughter’s face. On the one hand, Norma was enjoying this yoga session. But she was also conscious of the fact that this was a distinctly sex-laced encounter. She was enjoying the feel of their breasts bunched up together.
“I have read that it is normal for two women doing partner yoga to feel a sense of kinship towards each other. That is all there is to it”, Norma convinced herself as she held her daughter in her arms.
Then Norma slowly lowered her daughter back onto the floor. Alma ensured that her breasts rubbed against the top and middle of her mother’s breasts. Their nipples met briefly as Alma’s feet touched the floor.
Once on the floor, Alma purposely lost her balance and fell onto Norma and her mother grabbed her daughter. Their cheeks brushed against each other. Norma was treated to Alma’s heavenly scent yet again.
But most importantly, their breasts plunged into each other. Nipples brushed each other and both women let out barely concealed gasps.
Neither woman had admitted to each other that they were aroused. If they had, they could have planned a prolonged rubbing between their nipples. But Alma was involved in a deliberately long mating and seduction dance with her mother, and she would have to be satisfied with the occasional good luck of their nipples poking into each other during the rubbing of their boobs.
Alma locked her arms around her mother’s body in the tightest of embraces. She rubbed noses with her mother in a distinctly sensual manner. Alma was intensely aroused now. She wondered whether she ought to kiss her mother. Deep down, she knew it would be too soon and might turn Norma off.
Norma uncertainly hugged her daughter back. She was not certain about what her daughters' intentions were anymore.
“Is my daughter trying to seduce me?”, wondered Norma. “It certainly seems like it”, she told herself.
Mother and daughter's breasts heaved sensually against each other.
Norma wanted to hold this pose because she was enjoying herself, but she disentangled herself from Alma, gently pushing her away. Alma was taken aback.
“I have had a long day, Alma. I have a bad headache and need to wake up early for work tomorrow”, said Norma, backing away towards the stairs.
“Let us finish the yoga session, mommy. We were just getting started”, said Alma, her eyes twinkling. She was almost begging her mother to come back to her. She knew her mother’s excuse about a headache and a long day was just a lie.
“I am sorry, Alma. I really need to hit the bed and go to sleep now”, said Norma as she began to climb up the stairs, almost running away from her daughter. As if her daughter was some relentless stalker.
Alma wondered whether she ought to follow her mother upstairs and try to seduce her again. But she decided their intensely sensual and intimate partner yoga session must have been too much for Norma today and she ought to give her mother a break.
Norma ran up the stairs, stepped into her room and closed the door behind her.
Had Alma been trying to seduce her? Norma was almost certain that she was. Norma inserted a hand into her denim shorts and groped her pussy.
Her pussy was as wet as a towel.
