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The Challenge 3: The Only Woman

Date: 5/10/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Female/Female, Incest, Lesbian, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Threesome, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

asked to spot her, Elle found herself staring directly into her mother’s midsection, noticing the rivers of sweat. She blushed again when her mother told her to hold her waist lightly for her. Up and down Marcia went in front of Elle, her scent filling Elle’s nostrils, her toned stomach inches away from her face. “Ahhh,” Marcia moaned, struggling to pull herself up, reaching the point of exhaustion. It was Elle’s turn. Marcia was in the same position, Elle’s stomach right in her face, when Elle pulled herself up. Marcia counted quietly, smiling up at her daughter. “Good job! One more,” she said. Elle nearly lost her grip, falling to the floor, when her mom playfully kissed her belly. Marcia increased her grip on Elle’s waist making sure she didn’t fall, “I gotcha.” They drank some water, grabbed their bags and headed toward the door. Elle’s eyes shot open when her mother slapped her ass, “Good job today, sweetie!” Marcia grabbed Elle’s hand and they exited the gym. On the way home Marcia caught Elle glancing over at her, “What?” she asked smiling. “Oh nothing,” Elle looked away embarrassed. “Really?” Marcia asked, skeptically. “I was just noticing how nice you look. Maybe it’s because we haven’t worked out together in a long time, but you have a really great body,” Elle said, turning to look out the passenger side window. “Well thank you, sweetie. That’s very nice of you. You do too! I was telling my coworker this past weekend one night after a shoot that you were, without ... a doubt, the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen!” “Mom! Really?” Elle asked, slightly embarrassed. “Really!” Marcia replied. “That’s just because you’re my mom,” Elle sighed. “Nope. That’s from one woman to another,” Marcia said, reaching to rest her hand on Elle’s thigh. Elle smiled, blushing, looking down to her mother’s large hand on her leg. Elle placed her own, daintier one on top it, gently holding it there for the rest of the car ride home. Elle stood in the shower, watching the water go down the drain by her feet. Thoughts about Bob, about the money, about her mother swam through her head. “Could I actually do that? Never mind with mom, but with a woman period? I just don’t see that happening – having sex with a woman.” “What if she joined me in here,” she thought. “Stop, this is insane.” “Maybe I could try talking to a girl. Maybe even flirt. Maybe it would come easy to me,” Elle discussed with herself. An image of her mother’s toned stomach popped into view, followed by a hand reaching upward, landing gently on it, and eliciting a moan from her mother’s mouth. Elle shook the thought from her head. Another thought emerged, her mother lying on the bed, her bare back exposed, Elle peppering it with kisses. “Stop!” she said out loud. “You ok in there?” Marcia asked at the doorway. She must have walked by at the moment when Elle spoke. “Oh, uh, yeah I’m fine. The shampoo bottle cap is being difficult,” Elle lied. Later that evening Elle found herself embarrassed ...