Winter Break

by xangoh

Tags: #cw:incest #cw:noncon #brainwashing #dom:female #f/f #lesbification #pov:bottom #sub:female #masturbation

Gwineth’s break is over, and her mother has gotten up early to say goodbye to her and her school friend.

“Ride’ll be here before long, Mrs M.”

She was on the couch in the living room in the grey dawn. She’d been sitting there since she woke up. Snow in the forecast. The house was chilly and quiet. In the surrounding hush she heard the promise of weather.

“I just wanted to let you know how much I’ve appreciated your hospitality.”

She knew this girl. Gwineth’s friend from school. The tall girl. “Thank you, dear,” she said. “We’ve so enjoyed having you.”

Mrs M gazed down at herself, down her bare legs, stretched out in front her and crossed at the ankle. She was naked. In the dimness her skin was startlingly pale. I should have put something on, she told herself. There was no urgency in the thought.

Gwin’s friend propped herself against the arm of the big club chair and turned on the reading lamp beside it. She smiled. “It’s comfortable going nude in your own home, isn’t it?”

“It is,” she said earnestly. She was glad the girl understood. She smiled back. “I’m so much more comfortable in the nude. It relaxes me.”

The girl slung her backpack off her shoulder and onto the chair seat. She was a gangly plain shapeless girl with no fashion sense, but a good friend for Gwin to have made nonetheless. Older than her, more intellectual type. In the lamplight her lank, frazzled hair glowed like a nimbus. It gave her a sense of mystery. She looked like a figure out of ancient myth.

Mrs M heard movement at the top of the stairs. The light flicked on on the landing. Her first thought was that Hal had woken up, but instead it was Gwinnie coming down. Early for her. Today was the day she was going back though, her and her school friend, they had an early ride. Snow in the forecast.  Their break was over, so soon, and their ride almost here. Aint that life, her mom used to say, long to look forward, short to pass. The thought gave her a sharp pang.

Gwineth was costumed like she was leaving for stripper college. She wore a pleated micro-tartan that left a generous gap of flesh over the little pink bows topping her dark thigh-highs. She took the stairs provocatively slow, one foot in front of the other, slinking down on clunky black patent-leather platforms, one hand just skimming the rail. The other held her skirt up in front, so you could see the bright red of her panties. A thin white uniform shirt, only just closed beneath her full breasts, rode and shifted over the new piercings on her nipples. Her expression under a dark cloud of mascara was sulky and vacant. She wore a dog collar around her neck with a short chain leash on it, and was holding the leather flap at the end of the leash lightly in her teeth.

Gwin kept the same gait and the same expression walking from the stairs to the front room, as if every step was down another riser. She paused at the threshold, eyes on nothing, swaying a little in the high shoes as if she were dangling off an invisible string. “Look what a sexy daughter you have, Mrs M,” her friend said.

“You look suuuper hot today, Gwinnie,” Mrs M said. She sounded embarrassingly fawning. Gwinnie couldn’t care less. As soon as her friend spoke you could see Gwin orient on her, like she was doing it blind, by voice. She started walking across the room to the voice’s owner, and the lewd way she slouched and rolled her hips made her almost a parody of lust.

The taller girl held her hand out, and Gwin opened her mouth to drop the leash into it. She lifted her head then, slow, her hips still rolling, and looked her friend in the face for the first time. “Hi Lily,” she sighed. Her voice was breathy with surrender. You could see her mouth offering itself to be kissed.

Liliane. That was her full name. Liliane liked to call her Mrs M and she’d taken to calling her Miss Lily in turn. It was like a little routine they did with one another. And the name suited Lily, who was such a polite, proper girl. Classy. Not like that slut daughter of hers.

Miss Lily glanced over at her. “Did I tell you she didn’t like me when we met? Not a bit.” She had a pleasant, mischievous grin on her face. “And now look at her,” she said softly. She bent put a hand to Gwineth’s cheek and took her kiss.

Mrs M remembered a dream she’d had, it felt like ages ago. Miss Lily was in the club chair with the lamp on like it was now. She and Hal were both naked, sitting at opposite ends of the couch. Someone, maybe Mrs M, had said let’s play the masturbation game. Lily was clothed, and she had Gwin perched naked in her lap. Only the naked people were playing. Mrs M had to make sure Gwinnie got off before she or Hal did. The girl had already been edging for hours by then and she was all tear-stained and looked like she could barely see straight, the sorry thing. Mrs M was keeping up this line of patter, baby look how ripe that pussy is baby, saying how wet she was, how much she wanted to come for Mommy, any filthy cheesy thing she could think of, and she was almost at her own orgasm when Mrs M saw Gwinnie’s face change and knew she’d talked her daughter into losing before she did.

It wasn’t really a sex dream, Mrs M told herself. It wasn’t about Gwin. The point of it was, how safe they all felt with Miss Lily, how very much they wanted her to know she was one of the family. That’s what made it such a nice dream to think about.

Lily unclipped the leash from Gwin’s collar and dropped it onto the chair. She gazed down at the girl, stroking her cheek with the back of her fingers. “There’s a few minutes still,” she said after a moment, in a gentle tone. She gestured towards the sofa with her head. “Go cuddle with Mommy.”

There was space between Mrs M and the end of the couch, and Gwineth, still pouty, made for it and curled herself up there. She sighed dramatically. She slung a stockinged leg across her mother’s lap and burrowed her face against Mommy’s shoulder. “She’s a little sad to be leaving,” Lily explained. Mrs M put her cheek to the top of Gwin’s head and inhaled the warm scent of her hair. “Tell Mommy how much you’re going to miss her, doll.”

When Gwin raised her head her eyes were shining, and for the first time since she’d come downstairs Mrs M saw recognition in them. Saw her own Gwinnie. “I’ll miss you Mommy,” the girl murmured, her voice faltering, and raised her lips to her mother’s lips and kissed her.

Mrs M felt her own eyes moisten. “I’ll miss you more, sweetie,” she whispered, and kissed her back. This kiss was more lingering, and they broke it only a little, just to where their noses and foreheads were still touching. Mrs M closed her eyes and felt herself breathing with Gwineth’s breath and tried to think of all the things she wanted to say to her, any of the things; and while she despaired of her goodbye they kissed again, and then again, and then there was nothing she could say that would have mattered anyway.

There was some commotion on the stairs, a series of thumping noises, but the kissing was more urgent now and it was hard to focus on anything that wasn’t Gwinnie’s tongue in her mouth. Distantly she realized it must be Hal, humping the girls’ bags down. She wondered if he’d remembered his back brace. She wondered if he’d see the two of them cuddling each other and be mad that she was hogging their daughter’s whole goodbye time.

She heard the front door open. She felt the smooth flesh above the hem of her daughter’s stockings, the obscene little skirt where it brushed against her hand. She felt a breath of the outside chill drift past. They shifted a little and now Gwinnie’s top leg was caught between Mrs M’s, and Gwinnie’s hand was plastered onto her mother’s tit. Mrs M was trying and failing not to hump her daughter’s thigh, and when Gwin’s fingers started rolling and pinching her nipple she felt suddenly self-conscious.

Panting, she detached herself from Gwin’s mouth and looked for Miss Lily. She was standing a short way in front of the couch with her phone in her hand, looking like she was recording the scene. “Just having the bags brought out,” she said. “Don’t let it throw you.”

Mrs M loved the girl for wanting to preserve the moment for them, but should she really be doing this? There was—privacy and such, and the internet. TikTok. Things you had to be careful of now. She wouldn’t want Miss Lily to take it wrong, but something about it made her uncomfortable. Not that it wouldn’t be hot to have video of her and Gwinnie making out. Her daughter was practically doing cunnilingus on Mrs M’s ear and abusing her poor tit something awful and it was really hard to keep her mind focused on whatever it was she was worried about. But the worry was still there. She aimed a kind of silent plea at Miss Lily to know what it was and how to fix it.

Lily smiled, a beam of pure, carefree confidence. She came up to the couch and took a knee so she could look up into Mrs M’s eyes. “Remember that first time, Mrs M? You and Gwinnie?”

Somehow the angle made her gaze even more compelling. She could scarcely breathe. Of course she can fix it, Mrs M thought. All she has to do is fix me.

“Senior prom, remember?” she said in an insinuating drawl. “Found her in the car with that whore, you had to pull them off each other?”

“That little sophomore skank,” she said fiercely, staring into the distance. Her eyes were suddenly full of tears. “And I made Gwinnie strip right there in the front seat and I drove her home and I beat her ass till she called herself what she was, a pathetic little dyke slut.”

How often had she repeated it? To Hal, to Miss Lily, to Gwineth. She knew the whole story by heart. Miss Lily had made her practice it till she was perfect in every detail. Till the words said themselves, and Mrs M didn’t have to.

“And then you took her to bed and you cuddled together the whole rest of the night.”

And here they were at last together again. Gwineth was making long strokes with her tongue up and down Mommy’s neck. This is what it must have felt like, she thought. The same longing, the same submission. The same first time. She wished so bad for the memory to be real. “Between mommies and daughters is the most natural thing in the world,” the words in her said to Lily. The words were better than memory. Mrs M pictured her and Gwinnie kneeling at Miss Lily’s feet, gazing blissfully into each other’s eyes, repeating the truth about themselves in passionate unison, masturbating together, till she was satisfied and gave them the word that would release them both to come.

The tiny part of her that knew the memory was a lie was the part that was thrilled Miss Lily had made her believe it.

The door shut. Mrs M heard footsteps coming in. Lily gave Gwineth’s flank a couple backhand slaps. “Alright doll, it’s time,” she said. Gwinnie whimpered and pressed her head again into her mother’s shoulder. “Come on, you know you need to give Mommy her going-away present.”

Mewling, the girl extracted her trapped thigh and slid off the couch onto the floor. Lily winked at Mrs M and raised her phone again, angling it to get Gwineth’s head and her mother’s tits in frame together while Gwin settled Mommy’s legs on her shoulders. There wasn’t any sulkiness or reluctance in the girl now, her eyes were hungry and concentrated and she was drooling with a slut’s trained eagerness to serve.

All grown up now. Mommy’s naughty little pussylicker.

Mrs M started riding Gwinnie’s mouth and Miss Lily got up onto the couch next to her for an overhead of the action. “House’ll seem pretty empty without us around now, huh,” she said. Gwin’s tongue hit a sweet spot and Mrs M gave out a long, quavering moan. “What are you gonna do with yourself when you’re on your own, baby?”

Mrs M grabbed her daughter’s head and pressed it into her crotch. Lily held the phone up to frame her face. “I’m a lesbian now,” she told Miss Lily and the camera. She was grinning. It was wonderful to hear herself finally say it. “I’m gonna go out and whore my pussy to any bitch I can find that wants to ride it.”

Miss Lily gave her a go-girl thumb’s-up. “Tonight,” she said with an emphasis. “Starting tonight.”

Snow in the forecast. Gwin was speeding up, and Mrs M could barely answer. She pitched her head back against the back of the couch. “Fuck,” she said between squeals, “if I have to go on skis.”

Miss Lily’s laughter was sharp and genuine. She came then, and whether it was the laugh or her daughter’s tongue on her clit that did it, Mrs M didn’t care, and had no way to tell.


She was on the couch naked. She’d been sitting there that way ever since she got up.

Hal was banging around in the kitchen, getting breakfast together most like. She hadn’t even asked. It was nice of him. All she really cared about was her coffee though.

Snow in the forecast. She was sorry to have missed goodbyes with the girls, but their ride had had to come so early, to stay ahead of the weather. Anyway, it didn’t matter. They’d have that url up soon enough, and then she’d be seeing her little Gwinnie on the internet, whoring herself out just like Mommy always knew she could. Her and that hot little cooch of hers. Maybe Mommy'd be one of baby’s first subscribers.

She noticed a flyer next to her. A new place, Joie. She wondered without much caring where the flyer had come from. Joie. Good name for a dyke bar. She should check it out tonight. Anything in French always sounded like what it really meant was hot pussy.

She glanced out the window and saw there were flurries starting up. If I have to go on skis, she thought. An ache rose between her legs. How long had it been? She felt like she needed her cunt used hard, and soon, or she’d bust. She needed a hot girl to call her a pathetic slut and make her beg.

She snickered. Like mother like daughter, she thought.

She stretched, and lifted herself off the couch. She supposed she should go on in and see what Hal was up to. Maybe give him a blowjob in exchange for the coffee: kneel down on those hard cold tiles, let him jizz all over her tits, don’t clean it off. Cock she could take or leave but she did like the feeling of someone's cum drying on her skin.

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