Mom and daughter having sex

The first time my mother and I fucked, the power was out. 

It had been building up between us for a long time before that. I moved back home after college, and I think my mom was grateful. My dad had died several years ago, and even though she didn’t say it explicitly, I knew she was lonely. 

We got into our routines around the house. It was a small house, but plenty of room for just us. My mom spent a lot of time cooking. I think she was excited to have me back because she didn’t have to eat alone. I’d often find her in the kitchen, her blonde hair pulled away from her pretty face, an apron tied around her waist.

“Rachel! Dinner’s ready!” she’d call down the hallway, where I was usually busy still working. Freelance writing meant I worked at odd hours.

We also had a lot of mother/daughter movie nights. We’d take turns picking out the movie and cuddling up on the couch. It was normal at first, but eventually, my mom’s hands started to wander. She’d slip them into my tank tops or up my t-shirts, and she’d move slowly, like she was seeing how far she could get. 

And I always let her get farther. She’d massage my breasts and run her thumbs across my nipples. The whole time, neither of us turned away from the TV screen. It was easier to not acknowledge what was happening, and I was grateful for it, because I didn’t want it to ruin the moment. 

The truth was that those movie nights were really starting to turn me on. When she touched me, my pussy couldn’t stop throbbing. I could feel myself getting wet against my panties. 

One night, during a particularly steamy romance movie, I ended up returning the favor. I slipped my hand in between my mom’s legs and began to run my fingers across her pussy through the thin material of her pajama bottoms. She started moaning, and her breathing got ragged and shallow. 

“Rachel,” she moaned, her eyes looking desperately into mine. 

“Mom,” I moaned back.

Things escalated one night when a huge thunderstorm knocked out the power in the area. We were watching TV when the entire street went dark. The screen turned black, and it didn’t come back on after a few minutes.

“Well, damn,” said Mom, standing up and fumbling her way to the kitchen. “Let’s go find the flashlights.”

We turned on the flashlights and decided to call it a night. We went down the hallway to our bedrooms, but my mom paused when she reached the doorway. 

“Rachel?” she asked, turning back towards me.

“Yeah?” My hand was already on my doorknob.

“Why don’t you come to bed with me? We can listen to the storm together.”

I was glad the flashlight wasn’t shining on my face, because she would have seen my eyes get three sizes bigger. My heart started pounding in my chest.

“Okay,” I said finally. “That sounds nice.”

I crawled into my mom’s bed in just an oversized t-shirt. She was wearing a nightgown that came down to just above her knees. We put our flashlights on the nightstands and laid back against the mountain of pillows my mom had on her bed.

“It’s really coming down out there,” I said, looking at the window. 

My mom’s hand moved across my waist, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Yes,” she said. “Listen to that thunder.”

The rain was pelting against the glass, and the thunder rattled the house. The lightning lit up the room every few moments, and it only added to the electricity that was growing between my mom and me.

She was the first one who slid the covers off and crawled in between my legs. I gasped as she pushed my t-shirt up, exposing my naked pussy. 

“Shh,” she whispered, and her fingers started to stroke me. 

I closed my eyes and sank into the bed. I had fantasized about this moment for so long. I always wondered what it would be like to have my mom eat my pussy, and now it was about to happen. 

Her breath was hot on my pussy as she lowered her head onto me and started to lick me slowly. She took her time as the storm raged on outside. Every now and then, the lightning would illuminate the room, and I’d catch a glimpse of my mom’s face in between my thighs. I couldn’t stop trembling.

“Ahh,” I whimpered, barely audible. ‘That feels so good.”

Her tongue had found a permanent spot on my clit, and I was writhing underneath her. It felt so intensely good and sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body over and over. 

“Mom,” I groaned, as a big roll of thunder shook the room.

Her fingers began to slip into my pussy. They moved back and forth as her tongue massaged slow circles over my clit. 

“Yes!” I cried, my back arching. Every part of my body was tingling. “FUCK!”

I couldn’t control it. I came, hard and fast. It was like I had my own storm raging inside me as I climaxed. Every muscle in my body tensed up and then relaxed, the pleasure finally finding its peak. 

“Yes, baby,” my mom sighed, as she finally sat up from in between my legs. I could see the wetness on her lips and chin. “Did that feel good?”

I smiled at her weakly. “Obviously it did.”

Mom pulled her nightgown off over her head, exposing her naked body. Her breasts were bigger than I expected, with large brown nipples. She rolled onto her back beside me on the bed, and I immediately dipped my head down to start sucking on each of her nipples. It was almost a reflex, like something was drawing me towards her. 

“Mmm, Rachel,” she sighed, reaching down to play with my hair while I suctioned my mouth around each tit.

Finally, I wanted more. I kissed my way down her body, across the soft skin of her belly, until I reached her pussy. I was hesitant and wanted to make her feel just as good as she made me feel.

But when I started to eat her pussy, I felt encouraged. My mom kept moaning and reaching down to frantically grab my hair and face, which made me think she was really enjoying herself.

“Yes, Rachel, right there,” she sighed blissfully, as my tongue began to circle around her clit. 

I spread her legs open and continued to glide my tongue across her, fast and firm. I could feel my mom’s thighs tremble and shake on either side of my face, and before I knew it, she was cumming. My own pussy was still so wet as she came, and hearing her orgasmic noises only turned me on more. I wanted to stay like this all night.

“Holy shit!” my mom groaned. It made me laugh because she rarely ever cursed. 

My eyes moved upwards to watch her face twist up while she came. I had never seen my mom make a face like that before, with her jaw hanging down and her eyes closed tight. It stirred something inside me.

Finally, her breathing started to return to normal, and she pulled me back up to the top of the bed, cuddling up against me. With her hands on each side of my face, she turned my head towards her so she could look at me, even though it was so dark.

“I wouldn’t want to spend the storm any other way,” she said quietly. Her face was all shadows.

“Me either,” I said, swallowing hard. “I mean it.”

Then she kissed me for the first time. It was funny that we had given each other orgasms but hadn’t kissed yet. Maybe she was worried kissing would be too intimate at first. But here we were, our lips on each other’s. It was slow and sensual, the perfect sort of kiss for a rainy night. Her lips were soft and warm, and eventually, her tongue started to push its way into my mouth. 

“Mm,” I moaned against her, feeling myself start to get horny again. 

As if reading my mind, my mom slid her fingers down my body so she could play with my pussy. Her fingers ran across my sticky slit and back up to my clit. I started to pant and shake against her touch. 

“Such a good girl,” she said, pulling away from our kiss. I didn’t want her to stop.

The electricity didn’t come back on until the next afternoon. When we woke up in the morning to see that it was still out, we made ourselves peanut butter sandwiches and spent the day in bed, kissing and pleasuring each other. We never bothered getting dressed, because we knew we would just be taking our clothes off anyway.

The rain didn’t let up once.