The Pilgrims Progress

by E. r. o. Scott

  “When you say like,” Susan was not fully focused, “what do you mean, exactly?”

  “Well, she’s, you know, a lesbian. I mean, uh, she’s admitted it to me and she also told me that’s she’s, like, really hot for me.”

  “Well, I can understand that, sweetie. You’re a very attractive young women. I imagine that a lot of, um, well, girls who like girls, not to mention all the boys who know you or who even just see you, would be really hot for you. So, what’s the problem? I mean, how do you feel about her?”

  Susan, herself, was bi-sexual. She liked making love to women as well as men. There were two women in particular that she had sex with at least once or twice a month each for the last couple of years. One was a lesbian, but she had taken a job in another city. The other was bi’ like herself, but she had gotten married and now they rarely found time to meet. But, of course, Susan knew that Traci didn’t know her mother was bi-sexual.

  Susan liked men too. As much as she liked licking pussy she liked sucking cock, including letting a man come in her mouth and swallowing his semen. And, of course, she liked having her pussy being filled and fucked by a hard cock, as well as the feeling of the man’s body over—or under her—while they were fucking.

  Susan wasn’t a prude by any means. Far from it. She liked sex just about any way she could get it, as long as it wasn’t intentionally painful, too rough, or purposefully degrading. But she wasn’t about to marry again, or have a man live with her, at least not for the foreseeable future. She usually had a boyfriend that she had sex with at least a couple of times a week, but right now, she was going through a “dry” spell. Therefore, Susan didn’t get all the sex that she could have, or would have, under different circumstances. But, all things considered, she got enough, including pleasuring herself when that was her only, or best, option.

  Susan was afraid for a moment that her lack of moral outrage over what Traci was telling her might seem suspicious to her daughter.

  “Traci, I don’t mean to be cavalier about this. I mean, really, you shouldn’t have to put up with that sort of girl. Just tell her to leave you alone. That should solve your problem.”

  There, that was better, Susan thought, like a regular straight mom should be, she hoped.

  “Well, Mom, that’s really not my problem.”

  “Oh? It isn’t? Well what is your problem then, sweetie?”

  “I was just wondering what it’s like to kiss a girl?” Traci said innocently.

  Susan’s heart skipped a beat. “Hmm.” She hesitated a second. “I’m sure I really can’t help you with that one, Traci,” she answered.

  Susan’s body stiffened as her daughter moved in close, her mouth but a fraction of an inch from her ear.

  “I think you can, Mom,” she whispered, “because I saw you kissing another woman, only it wasn’t her mouth that you were kissing.”

  “What? What are you talking about?” Susan suddenly felt a knot of tension in her stomach.

  “It was before Tim came to live with us. I came home early one day. Your car and another one was in the driveway, but the front door was locked. I thought that was odd. When I let myself in, I was going to call out for you, but I heard a strange noise, like a moan. I thought to myself, oh wow, Mom’s getting laid. I crept upstairs and down the hall to your bedroom. The door was open. I peeked around the corner and there you were, kissing, or rather, licking another woman’s pussy. Imagine my shock.”

  “Oh my God! Traci, I’m so sorry…” Susan began. All thought of the movie they had been watching was gone.

  “For what, Mom?”

  “That, that, well, what you saw… that”

  “Mom, I don’t care if you’re lesbian. I still love you.”

  “I’m not lesbian, Traci.” Susan protested. “I’m, you know, bisexual. I do like men, too.” Susan blushed as she realized what she had just admitted to her daughter.

  “Okay, bi’, les, it’s all the same to me. I still love you, Mom. I do. Really I do.” Traci squeezed her mother’s hand and gave her a peck on the cheek.

  “Okay. All right. So, why are we having this conversation? What was it that you wanted? Susan was starting to feel a little peeved.

  “Mom, I want to know what it’s like to kiss a woman!” Traci said as though exasperated.

  Traci, who had already kissed a girl, three actually, on three different occasions and had made love with them, was trying to see if she could seduce her mother. After talking to Tim about him wanting to make love to their mother, Traci had spent some time thinking about it. How could she get her mother to want to or, at least, agree to fuck her son?

  Traci had actually caught her mother making love to two different women on two different occasions. After the first time, Traci had purposely come home at unusual times whenever she could. She also knew that her mother like men, too. That hadn’t been hard to figure out.

  After pondering the mother-son-sex-problem long enough, Traci realized that if she could seduce her mother, then she could probably talk her into having sex with Tim. At first there was the “but she’s my mother” factor. But, by thinking about it objectively and logically, Traci realized that what it all came down to was having sex with a sexy and attractive woman, mother or not. Traci was sure that she could handle that when it came down to it, if it came down to it. Besides, she was having wonderful sex with her brother. So a little mother-daughter incest shouldn’t be a problem. Right? Especially since they were both bi-sexual.

  She really did think her mother was beautiful and sexy. And, after having sex with those other girls, liking how their loving had made her feel, and how pleased she had felt when she had made them come with her mouth, she was sure that it would be just as exciting with her mother. In fact, she was sure it would be even more exciting because it was her mother.

  “You mean,” Susan was shocked, “you mean, you want to kiss me?”

  “Yes, Mom,” Traci said softly. “I would feel safe kissing you. And, well, I know that you have kissed another woman and, so….” She paused. “So I think that you should be the first woman that I kiss. Please, Mom, please,” she added, giving her mother a very soulful look.

  “Oh, Traci, I don’t know.” Susan was feeling confused. Her daughter really was a very attractive young woman. If Traci hadn’t been her daughter, well then, hell yes she would be more than willing to kiss her, as well as make love to her.

  “It’s because I’m your daughter, right?” Traci asked.

  “Well, yeah. And I’m your mother. I mean, that’s called incest, Traci.”

  “Yeah, I know, Mom. But I’ve thought about it a lot and, and, well, I’ve even fantasized about us making love.”

  “You’ve what?” Susan exclaimed, not believing her ears, but at the same time wondering just how explicit her daughter’s fantasies had been. Did she imagine her mother going down on her and vice versa? Susan’s heart was thudding hard in her chest and she could feel a vein throbbing in her neck.

  “I’ve fantasized about you and me making love, Mom… making love completely.”

  Actually, Traci hadn’t. She had thought about it in passing after her bisexual affairs, but she had never thought about it seriously until Tim told her that he would love to fuck their mother.

  “You have?” Susan nearly gasped. Now she knew the answer to her question. What she didn’t know was if she should be disgusted or flattered. After a moment’s reflection she decided that she couldn’t be disgusted. Her daughter was one beautiful, sexy young woman and, except for Traci being her daughter, Susan would have been extremely flattered at the revelation that she fantasized having sex with her.

  But Susan was flustered. She didn’t know exactly what to say to her daughter. She could just say no and we won’t ever talk about it again. But then there was that part of her mind that, having had enjoyable sex with other women, was intrigued with her daughter’s request for a kiss.

  “But, Traci,” Susan blurted out, “I can’t kiss you. I mean, no
t like that, uh, you know, sexually. I’m your mother and I don’t think of you that way!”

  “Okay, so close your eyes, Susan,” Traci said.

  “Susan?” her mother questioned.

  “Right now Susan you’re not my mother. You’re my friend Susan, okay? Pretend you’re kissing someone else, one of your women lovers. Don’t think about who you’re kissing. Just do it and feel it. It’ll be all right. Come on, Susan, please. Close your eyes.”

  Susan didn’t know why she did as her daughter asked, but she closed her eyes. Her pulse throbbed in her ears. Her heart thudded hard against her breastbone. Her stomach had that feeling of nervous excitement that you get when you’re about to do something new and aren’t sure if you should be doing it.

  Traci took her mother’s face in her hands. “Keep your eyes closed, Susan. And don’t think about what we are doing, just let yourself feel it, Okay?”

  Susan, nodded her head, then gasped as she felt her daughter’s soft lips on hers, felt the tip of her daughter’s tongue run back and forth across her lips.

  Susan, with butterflies in her stomach, opened her mouth a bit more and felt her daughter’s tongue enter it. Susan allowed the tip of her tongue to touch the tip of Traci’s. Then her daughter’s tongue was all over inside Susan’s mouth and all around her tongue.

  Traci held her mother’s face between her hands and kissed her mother with a slow, burning passion. Susan was holding her breath. She felt lightheaded. Was this really happening? Was her daughter really kissing her, sexually, on the mouth. Her daughter’s lips felt so good. Traci’s tongue slid all around hers and teased her deliciously. Susan thought of one of her bi’ lovers, put the image of kissing her into her mind. Then she sighed deeply and relaxed into the kiss. She began kissing her daughter back. Susan’s tongue now tasted her daughter’s sweet mouth. Her tongue touched and slid around her daughter’s tongue. Susan sucked at Traci’s mouth. She moaned.

  The image she had tried to erect of her lover failed. It was her daughter that she was kissing! But it felt so good. It tasted so good. She kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see. She just wanted to feel. It was wrong, she knew. It was incest or it would lead to…. Oh my God! Susan thought as she remembered what Traci had said about “making love completely.” Would Traci really want to do more than just kiss? Surely not. That really would be incest.

  Due to various circumstances, partly because of Tim being here, but partly not, Susan hadn’t make love to anyone, male or female, for over three months. Masturbation was okay, but it didn’t’ compare to a real live lover. She had noticed that she had been paying more attention to her son, who, in reality, was more like a stranger to her. But now, now, her daughter was kissing her. She was kissing her daughter. Heaven help me, Susan thought, this feels so good and I’m really getting turned on.

  Susan gasped as Traci’s hand reached under her T-shirt and began to carefully squeeze and caress her right breast. Susan didn’t stop her. It excited her, perversely, the feeling of her breast being massaged by her daughter.

  Traci’s fingers began lightly stroking her mother’s breast, then circling her nipple, then pinching it firmly between her thumb and forefinger and tugging on it at the same time.

  Susan moaned with desire. Her arm went around Traci’s neck. She pulled her daughter’s mouth tighter against her own. She kissed her daughter more passionately. Susan and Traci kissed, then kissed again, and again, their mouths hungry for each other. Time seemed to have stopped momentarily.

  What am I doing? Susan thought, panicked. This can’t be right. This is my daughter. But she made no attempt to stop herself or her daughter.

  Susan gasped again as Traci quickly moved her hand down to rub her mother’s pussy through the fabric of her satin panties.

  “Oooh! Traci!” Susan finally pulled her mouth away from her daughters. “No. We can’t do this.”

  “Why not?”

  “You’re my daughter. I’m your mother. This is incest!”

  Traci’s answer shocked Susan. “I don’t care. You’re an adult. I’m an adult. You’re bi. I want to learn about making love to a woman.”

  Her lie to her mother seemed inconsequential to Traci. If she could seduce her mother then, she thought, she might be able to further Tim’s desire to have sex with her too. And then, maybe, just maybe, the three of them could have sex together. That thought really excited her.

  Traci also realized, now that she was making a play for her mom, that her mother was really one hot MILF. Now that she was into the seduction mode, Traci was absolutely sexually excited about the possibility of making love to her mother. Yes, it was incest. It was so taboo—a mother and daughter making love. And yet it filled Traci with such lustful excitement that, at that very moment, she wanted to sexually conquer her mother more than anything in the world.

  “Yes,” Traci continued,” you’re my mother. I feel safe with you. I like sex. I think you like sex too. I think you’re beautiful and sexy and just so damned hot! Teach me, Mom. Please teach me about making love to a woman.”

  When Traci had finished her little speech she locked lips with her mother again and began to kiss her fervently. Her mother didn’t pull back. Traci heard her moan deep in her throat.

  Susan suddenly pushed back at Traci’s body, while still kissing her. She straightened her legs out and pulled her daughter down on top of her. Traci felt her mother’s hands embrace her; felt them reach under her T-shirt and begin massaging her from her shoulders down her back then down some more, until they were squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks. All this time the two women continued to kiss, separating their lips for little gasps of breath, then coming back together. Pulling apart then taking turns sucking each other’s tongue.

  “Oh God! Traci! Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you want to do this? This is so wrong, baby. You know that, don’t you?” But Susan was still giving her daughter little kisses on her lips and face while she said this.

  “I don’t think giving you pleasure or you giving me pleasure is wrong. What’s the difference between me giving you a back massage, making you feel good, or me giving your pussy a tongue massage, also making you feel good?

  Traci’s words shocked Susan. But the image of her daughter’s mouth and tongue on her pussy excited her.

  “Is it wrong,” Traci continued, “to want to give and receive pleasure from someone that you love, even if it is your mother, or even if it is your daughter? I mean, once we get pass the fact that you’re my mother and I’m your daughter—if you can get past it, Mom, because I’m sure I can—then what do we have but two horny women who like sex, who like to fuck and who are getting really turned on and excited right now.

  Susan looked her daughter in the eyes. Traci held her breath.

  “It’s just that I’ve never thought of you, well, sexually,” Susan said. “I mean, you’re my daughter and, well….” Susan ran out of words.

  Traci, whose hand was still caressing her mother’s pussy, asked: “Mom, is your pussy wet? Are your nipples hard?” Traci didn’t wait for an answer. “Your body is telling you to do this. If I keep rubbing on your pussy your panties are going to become totally soaked. And I don’t think your nipples can get any harder. Actually, if I keep rubbing your pussy, you’ll probably come right here on the couch.”

  Traci roughly pulled her mother’s T-shirt up one-handed then leaned down to suck on one of her mother’s erect nipples.

  Susan, rather than protest, sighed deeply and pressed one hand to the back of Traci’s head. She allowed her daughter to continue to rub her pussy and suck on her nipple. Okay, she thought to herself, Traci really wants to do this. Yes, it’s incest. Yes society would condemn what we are doing... but then, society doesn’t have to know what we are doing. I love my daughter and I love sex and I really don’t want her to stop. But can I really make love to my daughter? Can I really go down on her?

  Susan tried to picture what it would be like to lick her daughter’s pussy. She w
as bisexual after all. She liked making love to woman, and to have women making love to her. Traci was a woman, a beautiful, young women. The mechanics of licking her daughter’s pussy would be the same… if she could allow herself to do it.

  Susan realized, then, that she could. Her daughter wanted to make love with her and, like an epiphany, Susan realized that Traci was right. They were just two horny women who liked sex. Could it really be wrong to give and receive pleasure with her daughter just because it was sexual pleasure? Why was that so wrong? Why was society so hung up on who gave who sexual pleasure and how they did it when it came to consenting adults?

  Susan was now ready to teach her daughter about woman on woman love. And, she noted to herself wryly, making love to her daughter, having her as a lover, would be damned convenient, considering they lived in the same house. They would just have to be careful around Tim. Susan was sure, however, that they could work it out to their satisfaction, lots of satisfaction, she thought.

  Susan placed her hands on either side of her daughter’s face and gently pulled her up to look her in the eyes. She took a shaky breath. “Traci, baby, I want to make love with you.” There, she had said it. And she knew she meant it.

  Traci gave her mother a big grin then wrapped both arms around her neck and gave her a hug and a big sloppy kiss. “Oh yeah, Mom! Oh hell yes! I love you and I want us to really, really enjoy this experience.”

  Susan could only laugh at Traci’s enthusiasm, not realizing, or course, that her daughter had a hidden agenda, and that she was not a virgin when it came to making love to another woman.

  Susan, still grinning, pushed Traci back, then swung her legs off the couch. She stood up and took her daughter’s hand. “Come on, Traci, let’s go to my bedroom where we’ll be more comfortable.” Hand-in-hand, the two women went upstairs and down the hallway to the master suite.

  Once there, Susan and Traci pulled the comforter and top sheet down. They were standing on opposite sides of the big bed. Susan smiled reassuringly at her daughter. “Get undressed, honey,” she said as she removed her own T-shirt, then slid her panties down and let them drop to the floor then stepped out of them.