Lesbian Incest 1: Kissing Mom
Having never kissed another woman before, I really didn’t know what to expect. Too shy to ask, I thought I was doomed to never knowing a woman. But mom knew my secret.
And shared with me hers.
Ever since I could remember, I'd always had a burning desire to know what it was like to kiss a girl. Now that I was 18 I figured I could answer that on my own. But I never had the gumption to actually go up to a girl and ask.
However, one day as I was studying for my college classes, mom knocked softly at the door.
"Yeah, mom. What's up?" I didn't even look up, just continued my studies. I figured she was just going to query me about supper.
"Today in the trash," she said as she sat by me. "I found this." I glanced up and saw her holding a used condom.
I shook my head. "Nope. Not mine. Probably Roger's." Roger was my older brother. Sometimes he brought his dates home. Now we knew what they were up to.
"I know." She patted my knee.
I looked back at her and blushed furiously. "Then what?"
"I think it's time we...you know. Had the talk."
I laughed. "Mom. I'm 18. Don't you think it's a bit late for that?" My body flushed with my embarrassment. But to her credit, mom persisted.
"Have you been with a guy yet?"
I stared at her open-mouthed, then shut my jaw audibly. "No."
"Have you ever kissed a guy?" She pressed, her own face color no doubt matching mine.
"No." I admitted, casting my eyes downward.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Mom, I'm just not into guys, okay?"
"What about girls?"
I froze, terror gripping my heart. "What about them?" I trembled.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?" She leaned closer.
"Mom, I --" Suddenly I closed my eyes and felt mom's sensuous, motherly lips brush against mine. A small, burning ember in my heart suddenly exploded into a massive blaze and I felt my entire body heat up.