Making Mother Proud
It's easy to miss the comforts of home when you're at college. But when you're all grown up, sometimes the hardest thing of all is to admit that sometimes all you want is a mother's love.
This short, naughty story contains f/solo and lesbian sex acts between consenting adults. Also, incest. :3
Making Mother Proud
The sound of giddy, desperate moaning and a gentle, constant buzzing noise brought a smile to Anne's muzzle as soon as she opened her bedroom door. It was the first time this summer that she'd heard it; only two nights in. She glanced back over her shoulder, checking the clock on her husband's side of the bed, before slipping out of their room and into the hallway. The dalmatian's plump, bare body padded quietly through the dark upper floor of their suburban home, along the upstairs landing towards the shaft of light piercing its way through the crack left open in her daughter's bedroom door.
Placing the pink pads of her fingers against the cool wood, Anne paused for a moment. She stopped and listened to the sound of her child's pleasurable murmuring and moaning. The gasps and groans Sally was making as she doubtlessly revelled in the freedom of being at home; not confined and restricted by the presence of a roommate who was far less liberal than the family with whom she had grown up. Able to please herself, and satisfy her needs whenever they arose. Annie liked to think that there were many reasons why Sally had chosen to spend her summer holiday at home with her family, rather than staying at college or travelling to visit some of the friends she'd made. But without a doubt, this was one of the biggest ones.
Sex, and the freedom to have it, to indulge in its excesses, whenever and however she wished.
Slowly and carefully, so as not to startle or disturb her child more than was necessary, Anne pushed the bedroom door open, and slipped through. The older, more curvaceous dalmatian blinked several times as she stepped into the bedroom; a bedside lamp illuminating it far more than the early morning glow from outside had permitted her eyes to adjust for. Soon enough though, she found herself able to see her beloved daughter, and enjoy the visual display of what she had already been hearing for several minutes now.
Lying upon her bed, atop the thin cotton sheets which were all that were required in the current heat of the season, Sally trembled and panted as she met her mother's gaze. The younger dalmatian, just twenty one years old; half her mother's age, had her right hand clutching at her left breast, teasing and rubbing one stiff, swollen nipple. The other hand was between her legs, firmly pressing a violently buzzing egg vibrator against the engorged nub of her clit. She didn't stop, she didn't even flinch for a moment in instinctive shame as she saw her mother enter the room and look upon her as she masturbated. Quite the contrary in fact. After just a few seconds of letting Anne watch in silence, she whimpered loudly, and called out for her mother.
"C-come on, mom. Please, don't just stand there. Play with me."
With an affectionate giggle, Anne nodded and strolled casually across to her daughter's bedside. She knelt down, dropping delicately onto her knees and reaching out across the bed; using her hands to guide Sally's legs further apart.
"Look at that wet spot... my girl, you've been going at it for quite a while, huh?"
Sure enough, the sheets between Sally's legs were soaked. A dark patch several inches in diameter indicated where her pussy had been, and still was, drooling hungrily. The younger dalmatian whined, nodding feverishly.
"I couldn't sleep. I kept dreaming of Malcolm... y'know, that boy from Introductory Game Theory I told you about. Fuck, m-momma... he was all over me. His tongue was so long, a-and his tail..."
Anne smirked, caressing her daughter's thighs comfortingly as Sally began to grind and circle her vibrator against her clit with even greater speed and intensity.
"I know, sweetie. Believe me, I know. I went through a time in my late teens where lizards were the sexiest things on earth. If I even saw a glimmer of sunlight reflecting off a scale in the high school cafeteria, I'd damn near soak my panties right there and then. After a while though, when I'd fucked a few lizards and experienced all those fun little quirks that their physiology lets a girl enjoy, I learned that it wasn't just about finding a species who can make you cum hard... it was about finding a man, the man, who would spend his whole life trying to make you cum harder and harder with every passing night."
Rolling her eyes not in frustration at her mother's story, but in pleasure as she felt the older dalmatian's fingers teasing their way up her thighs, closer and closer to the swollen, damp lips of her pussy, Sally grunted in desirous acknowledgement.
"B-but... I'm here for the holidays. I can't just stroll over to his dorm and ask him to ride me for a weekend to get him out of my system. God... oh... oh god, momma. I wanna cum so badly. I wanna cum, a-and go back to sleep. Please, make me cum just like you always do. Make me forget all about that guy a-and his... ohhh..."
Anne's fingers continued to tease and caress their way towards Sally's soaked depths, but she didn't pick up speed even slightly. The older woman shook her head, and sighed fondly when her daughter let slip a frustrated, desperate whine of fevered lust.
"Now now, my girl... don't be fussy. You know that's not how it works. We don't hide from our feelings in this family, we don't cover them up. I'm not gonna help you hide from how you feel about this man's body. I don't care if thinking about him keeps you awake every night this summer, I'd rather hear you squirming and moaning like this every night and know that you were facing your feelings, rather than sleeping your way out of dealing with them."
Sally's hips rose off the bed, and her whole body shivered as a soft, anguished wail of pleasure erupted from her muzzle. A miniature orgasm cascaded over her needy form, and the dalmatian's ample breasts began to heave up and down as she panted her way through the waves of pleasure, her pussy clutching and dripping fresh fluids onto the sheets beneath her. Far from providing her with any relief though, the younger female's cries and moans seemed to grow even more intense as she came down from that unsatisfyingly small peak. Her body was more sensitive and fatigued than ever, but still it craved satisfaction with every bit as much desperation as before.
"Please... p-please, mom."
Anne licked her lips, her own pussy untouched, but aching with desire as she heard her daughter plead with her so plaintively.
"I'm not who you want, my girl. I'm here, that's the only reason you're calling out my name, rather than his. Right?"
A frantic wail escaped Sally's lips, and she shook her head.
"No!"
The elder dalmatian's eyes twinkled, knowingly.
"No? What do you mean, no?"
Sally howled again, pressing her egg-vibe tight against her clit, driving herself wild with powerful stimulation but still not even close to satisfying the desperate ache deep inside her.
"No... I... I'm not thinking of him, okay?!"
Anne's fingers moved closer than ever to the intimate, exposed pink flesh of her daughter's nether regions; so close that she could feel the contractions of her child's innermost muscles.
"Then who has you so worked up? Who's got you so horny that you can't sleep... so horny that you can't think of anything but touching yourself?"
The younger dalmatian's head craned forward, and her eyes bulged as she stared deep into her mother's eyes.
"You! O-okay?! It's you. Momma... mom... I've missed you so much. Our nights together. Our games. The way you m-make me... feel. Make me cum. Mom, I... I know you wanted me to go off to college to broaden my horizons. To explore all the guys and girls out there, j-just like you always told me I could. And I did, and it was amazing. But, I'm home now. I'm back in the same room I slept in on my eighteenth birthday, t-the night you finally let me... f-finally shared yourself with me. And... oh god, mom. All I want, all I want for this whole summer, is to be with you and daddy again. Every night. Every day. Please, I... I need you. I love you so much, mom."
Beaming from ear to ear, her face glowing brightly and happy tears shining in her eyes, Anne growled tenderly to her daughter.
"There... there now, my girl. Wasn't that better? Isn't it good to tell the truth, finally?"
Before Sally could say another word, her mother's hands upon her crotch were flying; a blur of activity as they swept into action at long last. Her right paw snatched the vibrator from her daughter's weak, trembling fingers, taking command of its function but keeping it held tight against Sally's clitoris. The elder dalmatian's left hand meanwhile finally did as it had been itching to do ever since it came to rest upon Sally's thigh, and with two fingers protruding away from the rest, delved into the hot, wet flesh of Sally's pussy with experienced ease.
No-one knew Sally like her mother. That wasn't arrogance. It wasn't bravado. It was just the truth. Within five seconds of pressing those fingers deep into the younger dalmatian's clutching passage, Anne was wiggling and squirming her digits into the perfect position for an all out assault on her daughter's g-spot. She giggled and beamed as her daughter began to thrash upon the bed, wailing happily, kicking and flailing in mindless glee as she knew exactly what was about to happen.
"Do it, mom! Do it! Play w-with me... hit my spot. Make me... oh... ohhh momma... make me... _y- yes _!"
Anne curled her digits upward and inward, towards the upper wall of Sally's pussy. She felt her soft pink pads brush against the surface of her daughter's treasure, and in particular a patch slightly rougher, slightly raised from the rest. No sooner had she made contact with this delicate spot of super-sensitive flesh, the leaner, younger dalmatian began to scream. Again and again Anne brushed and stroked that spot with such delicate tenderness, and each time her beloved girl roared with pleasure; her whole body convulsing as the inner walls of her nether regions clamped down tight around the elder dalmatian's digits. Hot gushes of fluid, each more potent and voluminous than the last, spilled and spurted out onto the sheets and dripped down the fur of Anne's hand.
" More! Fuck, yes... yes, mom... again! Don't stop. Yes. Yes. Yes!"
Anne's delicate strokes against Sally's g-spot and the firm, buzzing pressure of the vibrator against the dalmatian's clit kept Sally riding a wild, constant high of near orgasmic ecstasy. Each eruption of pleasure, each gushing gout of ejaculatory fluids, simultaneously satisfied and drove Sally ever more wild with lust for her mother. It was just like she remembered. Better, even, because this time she'd gone the best part of a year without feeling it first-hand.
"Yessss... ahhhh, aaaaaaahhhh!"
It was when Sally's cries began to descend into mindless, euphoric grunts and wails, more and more animalistic with every wave of pleasure which crashed over her, that Anne knew her daughter was ready. Only then, holding her breath with rapt anticipation, did the older canine pull the vibrator away from her daughter's clit and replace it with the thumb of the same hand whose fingers were buried inside her. Instantly, a deep, guttural grunt of shocked bliss erupted from Sally's throat. Clearly she remembered this feeling. This part of their little ritual.
"M-mom..."
Anne shuddered joyously as she listened to the emotion and desperate joy trembling inside that one, breathlessly moaned word. A title more intimate and personal than her name could ever be.
"My girl, all grown up. I'm so proud of you."
Tenderly, Anne echoed the words she had spoken to her daughter on their first night together.
"Cum for mommy. Let mommy see how happy she can make you."
Her thumb began to rub firm, slow circles against Sally's stiff, ruby red clitoris, and at the same time the fingers grazing the dalmatian's g-spot pressed sharply into that patch of infinitely intimate flesh, dragging and rubbing their way back and forth in perfect sync with the movement of Anne's thumb.
"Mom!"
Sally screamed once again. Her back arched violently. Her already drooling, free-flowing pussy began to gush and squirt potent jets of orgasmic fluids out around Anne's twitching, thrusting fingers, and with a mindless howl of ecstasy, the dalmatian utterly lost her mind with how good it felt to finally cum... and to have the woman of her dreams, her first and truest love, be the one doing it to her.
"Oh god. Oh god , mom! Yes."
By Jeeves