EroticReverie

*Repost of a story from my old blog on Tumblr*

I remember the night vividly. As if it took place just the other day. I remember the outfits we were wearing, the placement of the ornaments on the tree, the smell of the christmas cookies we had baked earlier that day, the christmas decorations in our family room. I remember the Christmas songs that played as it happened, and where each item of our clothing had ended up on the family room floor.

For Christmas last year my father was sick, so he had gone to bed early. My brother and sister were up in their rooms, and me and my mother were sitting on the couch watching her favorite Christmas movie “It’s a Wonderful Life”. I was wearing a pair of red satin pajama pants and a satin pajama shirt, that was long sleeved with buttons up the middle that she had given me as one of my early gifts. She was wearing a matching set.  I wasn’t old enough to drink yet, but mom allowed me on most Christmas Eve’s to have a glass of wine with her. But by the end of the movie we’d both drank almost an entire bottle to ourselves. She told me I had to help her with the gifts after my younger brother and sister fell asleep.  They were both old enough to know Santa didn’t exist, but she still liked to make them wait for the Christmas morning reveal of all of the presents under the tree. 

After the movie was over, I went up and checked on them, both of them were asleep. 

“They’re asleep” I said as I tip toed off the last step at the bottom of the stairs.

“Good, I thought they’d be up later, but good….now we can get the presents” she said. 

Some of them were in our basement, we grabbed those first. 

The others were in the garage. 

Both of us in our matching pajamas outfits and slippers, carried the neatly wrapped boxes into the house, one trip after another. 

It was cold, and I could feel goosebumps on my arms, and feel my nipples hardening as we continued to go back out into the cold garage each trip. 

For a second I thought about going to put a bra on, I dont know why I was embarrassed for my mother to see my hard nipples through my shirt. But I looked to hers our of curiosity as she walked past me back into the garage as I carried a stack of presents. Hers were hard too. I didnt feel as awkward after seeing hers poking through the satin pajama top.

After a few more trips both of us were shivering as we arranged the presents more neatly around the tree. 

“You cold too?” My mother asked. I nodded as I shivered and crossed my arms rubbing them. 

“I’ll put some more wood on the fire..” she said both of us looking to the fire that had already pretty much died out.

She walked over to a small wood crate and grabbed just a a few pieces, set them in the fire and soon had it blazing. 

She grabbed the large white blanket we were both covering up with and brought it over to the white fur rug in front of the fire place and sat down.

“Sit…I’ll warm you up.” she said with a smile, as she sat with her legs and arms wide open beckoning me to sit in between her legs.

I giggled as I got to the floor on my hands and knees and crawled and turned my back to her scooting my back to her as she wrapped her arms, with the blanket in her hand around the both of us. 

“there we go” she said as we both shivered. I held the blanket around us and her hands were on my arms rubbing them up and down quickly with her chin on my shoulder, both of us laughing as our teeth chattered. I could barely feel them, but I could tell her nipples were still hard as her chest pressed into my back. And even as I got warmer, my nipples stayed hard.  Maybe it was her hands running up and down my arms, and her breathing near my neck with her chin on my shoulder. Or the position she had me in between her legs, cuddling me. 

“you warm yet?” She asked a few minutes later.

I nodded. 

“Not me…my nipples are still hard.” she laughed.

“Oh my god..” I laughed. “Mom!” 

She laughed and I could smell the wine on both of our breath as we laughed. 

“That damn cold air got me!” she said laughing and wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Well..mine are too.” I laughed, and she laughed. 

“You said you were warm!” she said and moved her chin from one shoulder to the other.

I tensed as I felt her hands grab my breasts, her palms against my nipples. 

“I guess they are!” she laughed and moved her hands back down.

“Mom!” I exclaimed. 

“They’re harder than mine are” she said still laughing. 

“When I try to warm mine up…” she said still laughing her hands quickly sliding up my shirt, placing her hands on my breasts against, her palms over my nipples. “I just hold them in my hands like this.” she said.

“Oh my god!” I laughed. “Mom!” I squirmed a little, embarrassed that she had her hand on my chest, her hands weren’t even that warm, and I felt my nipples only get harder as she held them. 

“What?” she asked, as I felt her rub her palms just slightly back and forth over them rubbing them, her fingers grabbing at my breasts lightly. 

“I think they’re fine.” I said with a nervous laugh. What was she doing? 

“Hmmm..” she said rubbing them.  “They still feel hard to me ….” she said and I felt her move her palms and use a finger on each nipple, to flick it beneath my shirt.  “Yep…still hard.” 

“Umm mom…” I said as her finger continued, and I felt my cunt start to ache. I was getting turned on. By..my mother. 

“So hard…” she said and I felt her fingers on each hand , each pinch my nipples, rolling them between her fingers. I gasped slightly as I felt her lips brush over my neck and up toward my ear. “You have such nice, perky breasts sweetheart..Im jealous….once I had you…and then your brother and sister…mine just arent the same anymore….” she said her hands back to grabbing, massaging my breasts. 

“Mom…” I said. but she ignored me and continued to talk.

“I miss have nice firm tits…” she said. Her hands sliding out from under my shirt. I exhaled , thinking the awkward groping was over but she reached up to the top button on my pajama set and began to undo my buttons. 

“I wonder if yours look like mine did when I was your age….” she said her hands smoothly unbuttoning each button until she was able to pull each side of the shirt back and expose my bare breasts. I could feel her peeking over my shoulder. I turned my head slightly towards her.

“Mmmmm” she said her hands grabbing them again and squeezing. “Yours look better than mine ever did….wow…” she said playing with my chest. 

‘Uh mom” I said feeling my cunt ached even more. Why was I turned on? This was my mother, and surely she shouldnt be fondling me, groping me, and playing with her own daughters tits. But she was. Was I wrong to think it was weird? no. no. It was definitely weird. But….it felt nice. It felt good…so good. 

Her mouth kissed the side of my neck and her mouth was against my ear. 

“Do you know how nice they are?” she asked in a whisper. 

“Th-thank you.” I stuttered as her hands massaged them more firmly. 

“they’re so beautiful…” she said and then slid to the side and smiled at me as she then leaned down and my mouth dropped as I realized she was about to put her mouth on them. 

“Mmm” she said quietly kissing my upper breast. I leaned back on my hands, watching her as she crawled over me on her hands and knees, between my legs, on all four as her mouth continued to kiss down my breast, missing my nipples as she kissed down the side of my breast, and I sucked air through my teeth as her tongue dragged back up and her mouth kissed over to my other breast.  I wanted her mouth on my nipple, was she purposely avoiding it, because that would be taking it to far? Was she teasing me? I still wasnt quite sure if my mother was doing what I thought she was doing. Or if she thought this something she should be doing with her own daughter. 

“oh!” I exclaimed as her tongue passed up over my nipple, then back down, and her tongue started to flick my hard nipple quickly and then wrapped her lips around it, and sucked, moaning as she did. 

“mmmm sweetheart…they’re so pretty” she said before taking a gently nibble at my nipple.

“Mo-mom..” I stuttered as her mouth moved to my other nipples and she moaned again as she started to makeout with my breast, tonguing my nipple, kissing it, then nibbling at it gently, and pulling with her teeth. I myself moaned.. 

I watched her smile. “Does that feel good?” she asked. 

I nodded. “But mom…” I said. “I dont think it’s something that…youre supposed to be doing..” I said. 

“you’re my little girl…” she said. “theres nothing wrong with a mother appreciating what a beautiful woman her daughter has become..” she said. “Plus, doesnt it feel nice?” she asked. I nodded again.

“But..” I said. 

“Shhhh” she shushed me as she kissed my nipple. “ It’s not a big deal sweetie….” she said and then sucked on my breast again, hard, her mouth sucking my nipple, her hand pinching the other. I moaned. 

“Mom…mommy” I moaned, and this made her moan too with my nipple in her mouth, she was looking up at my and grinned as she pulled back, her mouth still suctioned to my nipple , a sucking noise came from her mouth as my nipple popped out of her mouth and she crawled even further forward, as her tongue dragged itself up my chest, up my neck.

“mom…” I said panting, and her mouth was on mine a second later, her hand behind my head as she laid me back , her tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I could only kiss her back. I couldnt stop her. I didnt want to. She was kissing me passionately as she straddled me. 

“Mommy” I whimpered as her mouth broke from mine and she started to kiss back down my chest, kissing my breasts as her hands undid the rest of the buttons on my shirt, and she started to follow each undone button, down my stomach. I felt my shirt fall completely open as she undid the last button. Her mouth tickled as she kissed my stomach and belly button, but a tickle that felt nice, that made me bite my lip and I felt my hips involuntarily roll upwards. I propped myself up on my elbow again.  Looking for a moment at my wet nipples, hard, sticking up in the air. Then to her face, her grinning face as her fingers curled around the top of my pajamas pants, and her tongue slowly dragged across the skin of my lower tummy, and her lips kissing my skin, following the waist of my satin pajama pants down as she pulled them off. 

“Mom what are you doing?” I asked and bit my lip. 

“nothing you wont enjoy baby” she said witha  grin and I felt her fingers grab around my panties too and pulled them down slowly with my pajama pants. I lifted my ass letting her remove them. 

I watched her smile as she pulled them off, and watched her smile even more as she pushed my legs apart and laid in between them.

“Mom….” I said. 

“I like it better when you call me Mommy….” she said with a grin and kissed my inner thigh , gently biting at my flesh. I sucked air through my teeth and looked at her. 

“Mommy..i dont think we should do this.” I told her. 

I could tell she thought otherwise, because she ignored me and kept going…her mouth inching closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. I could feel my cunt ache for it, I knew it was wrong. But the bottle of wine I had in me, didn’t want me to stop it. I didn’t care if it was wrong. I was horny. I wanted my pussy eaten. Even if it was by my own mom. I mean, if I wanted it…and she wanted to do it…then…maybe..it wasnt a big deal…like she said.

“Your pussy is so pretty…” she said and I bit my lip watching her admire it, watched her kiss my pussy lips, and then spread them open and kiss my clit. I whimpered. 

“Mmmmm..mommmy…” I panted. She grinned looking up at me. 

“Yes baby?” She asked. Kissing around it, avoiding the spot she had just kissed. 

“Kiss it again.” I said shyly, quietly. Afraid that I was sick for asking her to do so.

“Mmmm you like when mommy kisses your clit sweetie?” she asked. 

I nodded. “yes” 

“Say please.” she said with a sly smile. 

“Please” I said. 

“Pretty please.” she said.

I repeated her. “Pretty please mommy” I said with a whimper.

I moaned slightly as her lips kissed me there again, and again, softly, and then she was using tongue, kissing my clit just how she had kissed my mouth. Making out with her daughters clit. I could feel my pussy already dripping.

“ooo mommy” I whimpered, gasping as she stopped kissing, and started licking. Her tongue moving over my clit up and down slowly. 

“Mmmmmm” she said and then started flicking her tongue, then sucked my clit, sucking it again and again, and her tongue starting to move wildly over it. I was squirming. Thrusting my pussy up into her face, her mouth sucking my clit again. 

“Oh mommy!” I whined. Her mouth felt so good, she had me so incredibly wet, and I couldnt stop moaning. I was panting and her eyes were on me as she licked my clit, and I felt her finger push against my pussy, and search for my hole quickly before sliding it in. I moaned  , then moaned louder when she automatically slid a second one in. 

“Oh fuck” I cursed as she started to finger my , curling her fingers inside of me, I could feel my pussy squeeze on them, I could feel my pussy already soaking her fingers, and my juices dripping. I’d never been so wet, or so turned on in my entire life. 

“Does my baby like that?” She asked taking a break from licking my clit, to lick her lips as she fingered me. I nodded.

“Yes mommy” I said and bucked my hips slightly. “It feels so good” I whined. 

“Mmmmm does it?…..Does it feel good to have mommys mouth on you…and her fingers in your little cunt?” she grinned. 

I moaned. Why? Why did I enjoy this so much? Why was I so determined to have my mother make me cum.  I needed to cum. So bad. So..fucking…bad. 

I nodded. “I like your fingers in me.”  I said and bit my lip. “It feels good mommy…so good…” I moaned and watched her fingers start to fucking me faster. I squealed and looked in her eyes. 

“Mmmm you were such a girl this year sweetie…” she grinned. “Now me a real good girl…and cum for mommy” 

My mouth dropped open and felt her fingers deep inside me, curling against my g spot. I was so close. 

“that’s a good girl…c’mon…..you can do it baby….cum….cum all over mommys fingers” she purred with a grin.  “Cmon ….my pretty little girl….make that pretty pussy cum for mommy…” 

I squealed again. I could feel it building and it felt so good, I didnt want it to end. I wanted the feeling of her fingers fucking me to last forever. It was so wrong, but so fucking good. 

“Mommy ..” I panted. “I’m gonna…gonna cum” I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt myself start to tighten on her fingers and my orgasm began. 

I cursed loudly. “Fuck!”  I started shaking, looking at her grinning wide and encouraging me. 

“Good girl….that’s it….cum on those fingers…cum for mommy…yessss let that little pussy cum baby…that’s it…..mmmmmm….thats my baby….yesssss….yesssss…mommys good little girl…” she purred as she fingered me as I came hard for her. My legs trembling, my hips pushing upwards, trying to fuck her fingers , as my orgasm shot through my entire body.

I moaned loudly as I felt my orgasm start to end. “mmm fuck….fuckkk….oh my goddddd” I moaned, panting and let myself lay all the way onto my back.

“Mmmm” I heard her say as she slid her fingers out slowly and I twitched as I felt her tongue lap over my pussy. 

“Messy girl.” she said , sucking my pussy, sucking my juices from me. Her tongue dragging over my clit. I moaned. 

And she didnt stop, she continued, her tongue dragging over it, and over it, again and again, licking me slowly, then quickly, till she was tonguing me just right. And had me moaning, arching my back and ready to cum again. 

I whimpered, and felt my legs shake again , and my toes curl. 

“oooo fuck mommmy” I whined and grabbed her head as I thrust my pelvis up, pushing my pussy against her tongue. 

“yes mommmy….mmmm mommmmy…dont stop….right there mommy….mmm fuck” I moaned as she hit the perfect spot, and kept at it, I could feel myself ready to cum again. 

I moaned loudly, cumming, my entire body in euphoria as my mother made me cum a second time. I felt my fingers tips dig into her hair and grab it. 

“mmm mommyyy” I moaned, still bucking my hips into her face, against her tongue, wishing my orgasm could last longer , I released her hair and panted as I laid on my back and felt her move and get up.  After a second I looked to her, back on my elbows again propping myself up. She had already removed her top, and was removing her bottoms.

“Mommy’s turn..” she grinned.