Mum and Daughter Get Closer

 

Alex (Alexandra) sat next to her Mum on the floor and they both stared into the distance. This wasn’t the first big change in their lives and it wouldn’t be last. Probably.

Having just turned 18, Alex had had her share or heartbreak. He real mum had died when she was 4 and after a couple of years her dad, Mike, had found Kirsty.

They became a family and Kirsty was a loving step-mom to Alex. Hell, the only real Mum she had known.

So when her Dad had started to drink and sleep around and the fights had started, it was clear that Mum and Dad were going to split. But Alex was in no doubt where she wanted to stay.

Yesterday’s fight had been the climax and Mike had packed his bags and left. By now, he was already in Spain with his new fling and out of their lives.

They would be fine. Alex and Kirsty loved each other genuinely. Kirsty couldn’t have kids of her own and so Alex was everything to her. They shared everything. They talked about everything.

So here they sat, on Kirsty’s bedroom floor. The bottle of wine empty, only a little bit left in each of their glasses. Alex was feeling a little tipsy and when Kirsty started to tell her tales of some of the things her Dad had done she couldn’t help laughing and that started them both off. It was cathartic. Alex had no illusions her Dad was no good and he had hurt her Mum. Alex loved her Mum more than her Dad and she was happy to say so.

The two women giggled and swapped tales of life over the last years.

Alex looked at her Mum. Kirsty’s eyes were still a little puffy from crying but her stunning beauty was there to see. Her high cheek bones, soft eyes, full lips, curved chin and slim neck. Her long, brown hair that seemed lighter when the sun caught it, was tied back in a pony-tail that fell half way down her back.

The sweatshirt couldn’t hide her best asset though. Alex knew her bra size was 34EE and had always been in awe of how sexy her Mum was, without even trying to be. Only 5’3” but her slim waist accentuated her curvy hips and her legs were smooth and slender. At times, Alex looked at her Mum and bit her lip. She was exploring her own sexuality and had been browsing some websites and more and more she was attracted to seeing two beautiful women kissing and loving each other.

She didn’t think she was gay – she’d had boyfriends – but they were more because she felt she should, rather than having a deep-seated desire for male love.

Alex herself was a stunning beauty. Taller than her setpmum by a few inches already and she filled out her own shorts with wide hips and strong legs. Her breasts were a very nice 34C but her best feature was her face. A slightly oriental shape to her eyes that made her look exotic. When she wore the right eye make-up and accentuated her eyelids, she looked stunning and way older than she was.

She could wear her Mum’s clothes – and had done so without her knowing! – and looked very sophisticated. That was maybe why she lost her virginity to a man in his 20’s when she was only 15.

She had come home looking distraught. Her Dad was out (no surprise there) but her Mum didn’t ask questions, just ran a bath for her and stayed with her while Alex told her the tale of hymen breaking, blood in the man’s car, him kicking her out and leaving her to walk home.

She had gone off ‘boys’ since then.

Kirsty turned to look at her daughter. She knew that Alex was stunningly beautiful and she would do whatever she needed to do to keep her safe. They would spend more time together.

They carried on talking, more light-heartedly now.

Kirsty was trash-talking Mike and said “I should have spanked him harder, made him my bitch”. She then clapped her hands over her mouth realising what she’d said out loud.

“MUM!” was Alex’s astonished response. Kirsty laughed and said “oh yes, your Dad liked to be spanked. Me too, sometimes, but he really got into it when I took control”.

Alex was wide-eyed and open mouthed at this.

Kirsty turned to Alex and took her hand. “Alex, honey, grown-ups do odd things now and then. We were going through a sticky patch together and thought we’d try a few things to spice it up….in the bedroom”.

Alex flushed a little. “I’ve said too much” was Kirsty’s response and waved her hands in a way that swatting away some bad words.

“No, Mum, it’s fine” replied Alex. “There is the internet, I am aware of these things I just wouldn’t have guessed that it was you…” and she tailed off.

“It was me… what? Honey” quizzed Kirsty.

Alex swallowed. “I would have thought it was Dad that wanted to be in control, not you”. Kirsty smiled. “It’s not so much me WANTING to be in control, but your Dad wanting ME to be in control” Kirsty replied. Alex looked quizzical.

Kirsty sighed then said “OK, your Dad liked me to dominate him – you know, be his ‘Mistress’ in the bedroom”. Kirsty had said it.

Quick as a flash Alex replied “oh, like a Domme?”. Kirsty laughed and said “yes, I suppose so”.

They went silent but only for a few seconds then Alex continued “but how did you do that?” she asked.

Kirsty put her head in her hands and said “no, no, this is too… embarrassing” and shook her head.

“Oh please Mum, it would answer some questions for me” Alex said softly.

Kirsty turned to her daughter. Her beauty shone through and Kirsty knew she couldn’t keep this lovely young woman at arms-length forever.

“What sort of questions?” Kirsty asked, tilting her head to one side.

It was Alex’s turn to be embarrassed.

“Well, erm…I…errm…” she faltered.

Kirsty turned on the floor and faced her daughter fully now.

“No, come on, if you want me to spill the beans you need to also” she said.

“Ok” Alex replied softly. “Well, you remember that party about a year ago when Aunty Dawn and Uncle Chris were here”. Kirsty nodded. As Alex continued, Kirsty started to smile as she remembered more and more of that night.

“Well, we played those games and I came to bed. I heard you downstairs getting quite noisy then I think Dawn and Chris left about an hour later and I heard you come upstairs”. Kirsty nodded.

“Well, you know the walls in here are quite thin and you might be surprised how much I can hear”. Kirsty blushed but Alex continued “I heard you... not argue... but I could tell you had your ‘firm’ voice but I couldn’t make out what you were saying”.

Kirsty now started to recall the night very clearly.

“It sounded like a cracking sound and I’m sure I heard Dad moaning and then a little later, you moaning as well. I thought you were probably having sex but it didn’t sound like your normal sex”. Kirsty’s eyes went wide. Her and Mike were very active sexually, at least 4 or 5 nights a week – and sometimes during the day as well – when Alex was at school.

Kirsty giggled. The wine was kicking-in and she squirmed a little. Her pussy was getting warm remembering that night.

“Hhhmm, yes, well…” she began in response.

Alex turned to face her Mum and was hanging on her every word.

“So… yes….” Kirsty was trying to think of the best way to tell the tale.

Alex was a study in concentration, scared to miss any detail.

“So, we’d played games and you know how competitive your Dad is...” Alex nodded “… and we’d been playing an adult card game that Chris had brought and it contained some ‘forfeits’”. Alex nodded, her face starting to grin. “Well, the forfeits were too… private… to be shared so we laughed them off with Dawn and Chris but when we got to bed, your Dad clearly wanted to have to take his forfeit”.

Alex nodded and quickly asked “but why?”.

Kirsty smiled “because the forfeit was for him to be naked, bent over my knees and spanked”. The words hung in the air.

Alex was nodding quickly “Yes, and…” she breathed.

Kirsty was feeling her pussy warming very well now and continued. “So, I got that chair” pointing her dressing chair, a straight-backed wooden chair with no arms “and I turned it around away from the dresser”. Alex nodded. “Then I sat on it and told your Dad to strip naked”.

Alex’s own pussy could feel a stirring as she pictured the image. Not of her Dad, but of her Mum, her strong thighs, her long hair and her sexy face, ready to be the dominant one.

“Your Dad stripped, and then stood next to me”.