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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

a glass, leaning her head back, the bubbling hot water all around her. Elle sat across from her. Marcia offered her a glass, Elle politely declined. “You sure? I won’t tell,” Marcia joked. “It’s fine mom, I don’t really want any,” Elle said. She watched her mother, lean back, sipping her wine for the next several minutes, listening to her talk about her final day of the photo shoot. It was for a nationally known fitness magazine. Marcia casually extended her feet, her long legs causing them to reach across to Elle. Elle grabbed one of her feet and began massaging it as platonically as possible while listening to her mother talk. Marcia downed a few more glasses of wine, complimented her daughter’s foot rubbing skills and sank down into the bubbling water, getting her hair wet. When she rose from the water, Elle watched her, thinking how incredibly sexy she looked. Somewhere deep down inside Elle, courage erupted; it was the courage to try one last time. Marcia ran her hands over her wet hair pushing it back over her ears. Elle slinked across the hot tub, sitting next to her mother. She placed her hand on Marcia’s face and turned her head so they were looking into each other’s eyes. Elle leaned in and gave her a long, slow kiss. “Elle,” Marcia whispered, but Elle didn’t stop. She kissed her once more, another five second lip lock. “Elle,” Marcia said louder, more sternly, but was met with another long kiss. “Elle!” Marcia pushed her away. “Stop it! Ok? Enough. Just stop.” ... Marcia sighed, rising from the tub, grabbing her towel and heading inside, leaving Elle alone, with tears welling up in her eyes. Elle couldn’t contain the flow of tears if she tried. She was sobbing alone in the tub. She felt so foolish, so idiotic, and disappointed in herself. Fear that she ruined things with her mother came over her, she started panicking, not sure what to do. She got out of the hot tub and went into the bed room to find her mother sitting on the bed drying her hair. “Mom?” Elle was saying, tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t hate me.” “Elle,” Marcia rose to meet her, her hands on Elle’s shoulders. “I’m not gay. I just, I just don’t want you to hate me,” Elle said in between sobs. “I could never hate you. Even if you were gay I would still love you,” Marcia holding her daughter close, her voice starting to tremble. “It’s just I look at you, and,” Elle trailed off, “you’re perfect. I love you so much.” Elle was shaking, crying heavily in her mother’s arms. “I love you too,” Marcia said, bringing Elle’s face up, wiping her tears. She planted a soft kiss on Elle’s mouth. “You’re the only woman I would ever do anything sexual with,” Elle blurted out, only to have another kiss planted on her lips by her mother. “I’m not gay, I just know I’d love to be with you,” Elle tried to get out. Marcia nodded and kissed Elle’s lips once more. “I would never hurt you or want you to hate me,” Elle whispered. “Elle, please,” Marcia whispered back, kissing Elle once ...