Daughterly Passions
Yana nervously gripped the steering wheel as the car, shuddering on every bump, sped towards home. The mere thought of what awaited her at home made her break into a sweat, especially after what had happened during the day. Just as she turned into the courtyard, she noticed a familiar silhouette flickering in the gap of the entrance door. While Yana was looking for a parking spot, her phone emitted two short beeps and a brief message appeared on the screen: "Waiting for you at home. Trembling with impatience." At the sight of these words, Yana swallowed hard, but the cause of the nervous spasms in her throat muscles was far from lust, unlike the author of the short SMS.
The elevator shot up too quickly... much faster than the woman
would have liked. Hesitating slightly before the front door, Yana still inserted the key into the lock, but the door turned out to be unlocked, and now the mistress was already entering her apartment. The first signs of the abnormality of the situation were visible right in the hallway—a jacket and boots lay on the floor, a little further down the corridor a purple cardigan was visible, and already in the living room, right behind the door, lay a pink bra.Yana took off her coat and hung it, along with the jacket, on the coat rack. The owner of the carelessly discarded items of clothing was discovered near the window in Yana's bedroom—short, slender, with dark blonde hair, Alina outwardly reminded Yana of herself in her youth—first-degree kinship left no chance for radical differences. And yet, in character, the daughter took after her husband—just as driven, emotional, slightly quick-tempered, but very, very fiery—those around always noted Alina's incredible ability to captivate with an idea and lead a crowd.
For the last three years, Alina had been studying in the Czech Republic, and her visit home was timed for the Christmas holidays. Yana was always happy about her daughter's return, but this time she immediately noticed a certain languor in her communication with her daughter. She constantly sought closeness with Yana, holding her hand, hugging and kissing her at every opportunity, and upon meeting at the airport, she even pecked her on the lips—before, Alina had never allowed herself such liberties even in appropriate moments. With her father, Alina communicated just as warmly as before, not allowing herself any excessive physical movements. Yana's suspicions about her daughter's attention being exclusively directed at her were confirmed on the day of the described events. Then Yana had rushed home to change for an important meeting with clients. Alina was at home, waiting for her parents to return from work, and Yana, grabbing her change of clothes, out of habit went to the bathroom, even though no one else was home. Her blouse and skirt flew to the floor, and Yana bent over the sink to rinse her face. A creak of hinges sounded from behind. Straightening up, she saw Alina's reflection in the mirror, who was greedily examining her mother's back.
— Alin, what did you want?
The daughter, as if spellbound, approached Yana and suddenly wrapped her arms around her neck, pressing her whole body tightly against her mother. Frightened by such a sudden surge of tenderness, Yana first hugged her daughter, but a second later she realized that her daughter was pressing against her with her pelvis and rubbing against her pubic area with barely noticeable movements.
— Alina… Alina!
Pushing the girl away forcefully, Yana shook her daughter and looked her in the eyes.
— What's wrong with you?
It seemed the girl was in some kind of half-sleep. Her eyes glistened with tears and she ran to her room.
Already at the meeting with clients, a new message arrived on her phone:
"Mom, sorry"
"Sweetie, what happened?"
A long pause.
"Mom, I'm not a little girl anymore."
"I understand. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. I can't with guys"
"Do they hurt you?"
"No… I don't feel comfortable around them"
"That's normal. You just have to find the right one"
"I love women"
Yana reread the message for a long time until a colleague nudged her with his foot. After delivering her part of the report, Yana returned to the conversation.
"Alin, youth is a time for experiments, I understand everything. But it's better not to tell your father about this."
"Mom, I like you… As a woman. You are my ideal."
Yana felt a fine ripple run through her hands. Missing the keys at first, she typed two messages at once, sensing that something in her life was irrevocably changing.
"Alina, let's talk at home."
"Seryozha, can you spend the night at Sasha's tonight? Alinka and I want to have a girls' night."
Sergei—Yana's husband and Alina's father—had long doubted whether he should stay at a colleague's birthday celebration for the whole night, but his wife's message dispelled his doubts. If only he understood what his decision would lead to…
— Mom, let me explain…
It was clear that Alina had been preparing for this moment for a long time, and yet her speech and breathing were faltering, as if the fate of her entire life depended on it.
— Mom, I… The girls and I once stayed in a room… You know, like a pajama party. There was a German girl and two Czech girls. They're cool, but the point of their get-togethers is always the same—to watch porn and discuss it. It's even funny, like watching a movie with a teacher in class and discussing its significance, direction… We watched a video about two girls. You know, like lesbians, all that. And I… Well, I liked watching them. I literally felt everything swelling down there. Then the girls suggested kissing… Yeah, we drank, of course, but within decent limits. And, well, Lornes, she's from Brno, so, we split up, and I ended up on one bed with her… She kissed really well, it was like I was learning to do it all over again… We sat facing each other, she held my head… You know, kissing girls is completely different from kissing guys. We do it more tenderly, softer… Well, somehow it happened that I hugged her and my hand touched her breast. And it was so firm… And then I look—on the other bed, our neighbors are already undressing! Lorie and I had been kissing all this time, and those two… Well, at first I didn't understand, they… In short, they were masturbating each other. Then Lornes got tired of kissing and started touching me there… It was so… It's indescribable… I've never felt anything like that with any guy. She lay on top of me and her two fingers stayed inside me. She started moving quickly and for the first time I felt what an orgasm is like…
Alina's voice trembled, and Yana involuntarily pulled her daughter closer, stroking her head.
— We got together a couple more times after that. We… Lornes had this artificial dick with a strap… In short, we tried all sorts of things. Mom, I like it! Girls are completely different, they are affectionate, they know how to do it! I had a boyfriend, Eric, he wasn't the first, but every time with him I felt like I was being broken alive! And Lornes knows when to stop… When to speed up…
Alina burst into tears, and Yana pressed against her daughter, feeling a lump rise in her own throat. Suddenly, Alina raised her head and pressed her lips to Yana's. The woman found herself in a difficult situation: on one hand, even thoughts of incest were alien to her. On the other—Yana understood everything her daughter was talking about and knew that in such a situation, comfort could indeed only come from the closest person, and Alina had involuntarily become that person.
While Yana was pondering the difficult position she found herself in against her will, Alina did not waste time and, finding the clasp on her back, began to pull her mother's dress off. Yana did not resist, but when it came to her underwear, she found the strength to push her daughter away.
— Listen, I understand you like no one else. And I'm not going to stand in your way, like other parents would. But same-sex love and love with your own mother are two completely different, opposite things! How will we be able to look each other in the eye after this?
— I will be able to—Alina looked at her mother devotedly, slowly approaching her. — I promise you won't regret your choice. It's very important for me to know that you understand and accept me for who I am, mommy.
Yana opened her mouth to continue her tirade, but Alina was quicker. Attaching her lips to Yana's mouth, she pressed her mother against the wall and, suddenly, jumped onto her, wrapping her legs around her. Being athletically built, Yana involuntarily put her hands out, and Alina found herself in the position of a monkey hanging on a tree. Having put her mother in a stalemate, Alina continued to cover her mother's body with kisses, feeling the huge mounds of breasts pressing against her body. Moving her pelvis, Alina caught the moment when her clitoris forcefully rubbed against Yana's skin and, moaning with pleasure, increased the pressure and speed of movement.
Yana understood that she was being used as a living sex toy, but the hopelessness of the situation bordered on a huge desire to find out how far their experiment could go. Remembering her husband's absence, Yana hesitated for a few more seconds and finally decided to let the situation take its course. The woman's hands, curving around the hips, lay on the girl's buttocks. From there, the right hand slowly began to shift towards the perineum, and soon the middle and ring fingers penetrated the oozing womb of her daughter. Alina literally squealed with delight, and the speed of her movement literally exceeded all conceivable limits. Yana quickly moved her fingers inside the vagina, noting with surprise its tightness. The length of her fingers was not enough to reach the cervix, but by shifting her fingers, Yana found an unevenness on the front wall and began to rub a small bump on it.
Alina fell into madness. Putting one foot forward for greater stability, Yana thought about moving to the bed, but doing so with her daughter in her arms, writhing in ecstasy and not reacting to external stimuli, was quite dangerous. What worried the woman more were her own sensations: a small stream of moisture was already running down the inner surface of her thigh, and the muscles of her vagina involuntarily contracted in an attempt to accept a foreign object.
Her arm began to go numb from the unnatural position, so Yana decided to change position, but at one point during the friction, her middle finger slipped out of the vagina and shifted outward, penetrating the rectum. The entrance to it turned out to be much freer than it might have seemed at first, and Yana thought that her daughter was into more than just traditional sex with girls. The sphincter, however, wrapped around her finger with a fairly tight ring, and now Yana was moving in two holes, while Alina stopped making any sounds, actively rubbing her clitoris against her mother's protruding pubic bone.
At some point, Alina opened her brown eyes wide, and Yana felt her fingers being gripped at the base of the vagina and the anal ring. A viscous liquid ran down her arm, and the girls literally slid down the wall onto the floor. Breathing heavily, Alina hugged her mother and immediately dozed off. Yana, sexually unsatisfied but relieved by the change of position, lay down next to her and closed her eyes…
Something jolted Yana out of her sleep. Twilight had already descended on the city, and the two female figures on the floor almost blended with the general interior. At first, the woman didn't understand what had happened, but the scratching of a key against the door a few meters away threw Yana into a cold sweat. Someone was persistently trying to get into the apartment, and the woman couldn't figure out whether she had locked the door with the internal latch when she returned…