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"Mom?" sixteen-year-old Becky called as she entered the house, dropping her backpack to the floor with a thud, then kicking off her shoes. "I'm in the bedroom, honey," Connie called back. "Hey, Mom," Becky chirped as she padded into Connie's room in her stocking feet. She sat on the bed and watched as her mother, naked and still damp from an evening shower, briskly toweled her body. "Hi, kiddo," murmured Connie, hanging her towel on a nearby chair. "How'd the rehearsal go?" Becky shrugged. "We worked on the big scene with Jimmy. It went okay, I guess." She sighed, folding her arms. "Sure wish I didn't have to kiss him, though...*ick!" "Well, you wanted to be an actress." Connie laughed. "That kind of thing happens when you're the prettiest girl in the Drama Club." "I'm*not*the prettiest," Becky muttered, embarrassed but pleased. She continued to observe her nude mother as Connie sat before the mirror, running a brush through her damp hair. "How was work?" "I've had better days." Connie placed the brush on her vanity table, flexed both elbows, then winced. "Ooof. We were down two interns today, so I had to sterilize two pallets of test tubes by myself. Now I'm all sore." "Want me to rub your shoulders?" the girl murmured, a meaningful smile on her lips. Connie grinned at her daughter's reflection in the vanity mirror. "Well, I wouldn't say no..." Becky pushed herself up from the bed and moved over to where her mother sat, standing behind the chair. Placing both hands on Connie's shoulders, she began to knead them gently. "Oooooohh, that's lovely," Connie moaned, relaxing into the chair. "How'd you get such strong hands for a sweet little thing of sixteen, anyway?" "Arm-wrestling boys!" retorted Becky. "I usually win, too." Connie opened one eye.*"Please*tell me that you aren't really--" Then she laughed wearily, shaking her head. "Never mind, don't tell me. That way I can plead ignorance when the principal calls." "Yeah... what you don't know won't get me grounded." Becky snickered. Now she was rubbing her mother's neck, working the tension away with her thumbs. "Don't know if I like your new hairdo, Mom... I think you got it cut too short." "I sort of*need*it to be short, hon... I've got to keep my head covered when we're in the laboratory, and it's just too uncomfortable for me with all that hair." She şişli escort bayan gave a contented sigh. "God, that feels good..." Becky glanced at the image in the mirror, feeling a rising excitement deep within as she admired her mother's bare body. Connie sighed once again, languidly trailing her fingertips across her belly as Becky's massage gradually relaxed into soft caresses. Finally Becky leaned in close to nuzzle her mother's neck... then the eager sixteen-year-old began placing feather-light kisses and playful little bites around Connie's ear, cheek, neck and shoulders. She wrapped both arms around her mother's body to cup Connie's firm breasts, her thumbs gliding over the stiffening nipples. "Ohh, that's nice... very nice," Connie sighed. "Give me a kiss, babe." She turned her head and was greeted by Becky's hungry mouth, which pressed eagerly into hers. The 37 year-old single mother whimpered as her daughter's tongue darted between her parted lips, the teenage girl's kiss filled with more passion than Connie had ever known from a lover. "Do you want to, sweetheart?" Connie asked as she gently broke away, gazing into her daughter's eyes. Becky nodded, taking her mother's hands in her own, fondling them for a few heartbeats before placing them on her chest. Connie palmed the breasts of her daughter, smiling as she sensed Becky's nipples growing taut through her clothes. Fingers made clumsy with sudden excitement, she unbuttoned the girl's top and slipped it off, then reached around to unhook her bra. Becky's upper half now bare, Connie leaned forward to lick and nibble playfully at the girl's breasts; first one, then the other. Becky moaned, welcoming the touch of her mother's lips. "Get up here, honeybunch," Connie crooned, rising to her feet and patting the nearby bed. The half-naked sixteen-year-old clambered onto the bed and stood, gazing down at her mother as Connie unzipped Becky's skirt and pulled it, together with a tiny pair of light blue panties, down to her ankles. Becky stepped out of the clothes pooled at her feet and posed, proudly nude. Her lightly-downed slit tingled, nipples throbbing in anticipation of the pleasures she would soon share with her sexy mother. "You're so beautiful, Becky," Connie whispered, reaching out to stroke the soft belly of her daughter mecidiyeköy escort bayan with trembling fingers. "A wonder to behold... a dream come to life. Do you know how important you are to me? And why?" Becky cupped both breasts as she gazed adoringly at her mother.*"Tell me why, Mom." Drawing her daughter near, Connie allowed her parted lips to lightly brush Becky's tummy. "Because you came to me, honey," she whispered. "Because two marvelous weeks ago you touched me in a very special way, made me feel pleasure like I'd never imagined. Because you knew, honey, that I wanted us to be lovers. Without me saying a word." She pressed her cheek against her daughter's vulva as the girl swayed to and fro, her face alight with rapture. "That was the most wonderful day of my life, baby." "Mine too, Mom," sighed Becky, "mine too!" Connie briefly touched her lips to the soft pubic triangle that adorned Becky's mound, then wrapped both arms around her waist. Peering up at the dreamy-eyed girl, she smiled. "Want to lie down with me and get comfy?" "Okay!" Becky giggled. Soon mother and daughter were nestled together on the bed. Her arms wrapped around Becky, Connie placed a few soft kisses on the girl's neck. "Tell me something, honey... you mentioned it after we made love for the first time, but now I want to hear the whole story. Tell me about -- well, how you knew for sure that I wanted you." Becky's eyes fluttered open. "Right*now, Mom? Aren't we gonna fool around?" "We are, honeybunch, but first I'd like to hear about how you decided that you wanted us to... be together. Pretty please?" Her hands wandered over the young teen's silky-smooth frame. "Mmmm... this feels great, though. Sure you don't wanna have sex first, and then I tell the story?" "Do it for me, honey. I'll make it worth your while, I promise." She teased her daughter's moist slit with a stroke of the index finger, and Becky moaned. "There. That's a down payment." "Okay, then," the girl murmured, taking a deep breath. "Well, we were in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast... and all I had on was my panties and a t-shirt. I was washing the dishes when I kinda noticed that, well, you were sort of looking at my butt." "Mmmmyeah,"*Connie murmured dreamily. "That's what made me start having sexy thoughts about you escort şişli in the first place -- this cute little ass." She ran a hand over Becky's firm rump. "Well, I thought it was strange... 'specially the*way*you were looking. It wasn't like, y'know, I had a rip in my panties or something -- it felt more like you were checking me out. Like last month when I wore that hot new bikini to the beach, the yellow one?" "Oh, yes, that day. You were quite the star, I recall -- strutting around like you were on a catwalk!" "Well, the guys were looking at me the whole time I was there, and it*was*kind of cool... even if I already knew that I liked girls better. Anyhow, the way you were acting that morning made me think of what it was like on the beach, being watched by boys." "Uh-huh... but you didn't know*why*I was checking out your ass, did you?" "Not yet, but I was kinda wondering. So the next morning, I wore panties and a t-shirt -- but this time, I picked a smaller shirt, one that showed more of me. And you were looking at my butt*again!" Connie grinned sheepishly. "Oh, I'm sure I was..." So then I started thinking,*maybe Mom likes girls too...*and you were only checking my bottom out 'cause it's so cute!" she giggled. "I couldn't even imagine you wanting to, to actually have*sex*with me, though!" "Oh, I wanted to," Connie sighed. "You'd be surprised at how many times I was stretched out in this bed, touching my pussy and dreaming of you." She placed a gentle kiss upon Becky's mouth. "Anyhow, go on with your story. What happened then?" "Well, like I said, I already kinda knew that I was gay, 'cos me and Cheryl had done it a few times... and after that, boys just seemed boring. So when I started thinking that you might be the same way, I was dying to know if it was true or not! So, um... I sorta started watching you whenever we went places, like to a restaurant or the mall, to see if you looked at the girls there." "My goodness, you were quite the detective, weren't you?" Connie replied. "So how'd your... investigation turn out?" "God, Mom -- you were*totally*looking. You tried to be all sneaky about it, but once I figured out what to look for..." Becky grinned. "I remember when we were at the Cinnabon, and there were these two cute girls in line ahead of us -- 'bout my age, wearing these tight little shorts... you couldn't stop staring at 'em!" "Oh yeah... I remember those two," marveled Connie. "I masturbated that night, thinking about them." "I thought they were hot, too. Anyhow... that's when I figured I oughta check out your computer, to see if you had any lesbian stuff hidden there.