1. 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

    watched and listened to her mom talk about her weekend, gently caressing her hand with her thumb, looking on her with admiration. Her mother was very lovely. They shared a slightly prominent nose, but nothing freakish, same eye shape and color, and same hair thickness. They mouths were shaped a little different, Elle’s jaw line and chin were slightly wider, and Marcia was of course a bit taller. “Are you sure you’re ok Elle? You seem sort of quiet and not as energetic as you normally are,” Marcia asked, grabbing Elle’s other hand, caressing it with her thumb as she held it. “Yeah, I’m fine really. Just tired, plus,” Elle paused, smiling into her mother’s face, “I’m just glad your back and,” pausing again she thought about what she was trying to say, “I’m really proud of you and I love you.” Marcia smiled, taking one of Elle’s hands, kissing it softly, “I love you too. I’m also very proud of you, getting that scholarship, you’ve worked hard, and it paid off!” Elle nodded, smiling awkwardly, asking herself why her heart was pounding. Perhaps she knew why, instead she blamed that old pervert Bob for making her feel uncomfortable. ********** It was 2am, Elle was barely asleep, trying to recall if that was a dream about the talking stuffed animal, or if she was still awake and her imagination was firing off. She sat up in her bed and within seconds thought about Bob and her mother. “This is stupid,” she whispered. “She’s beautiful though, but it’s sick and wrong, just like Bob,” ...
    she thought to herself, standing to stretch, then head to the bathroom. After forgetting to flush, she made her way back to bed; however, her peripheral vision caught her mother’s closed bedroom door. Elle shrugged and thought she’d check on her. Opening the door, Elle made her way in, slowly walking across the carpet. Marcia’s room was warmer than Elle’s. Elle saw her mother in the dim light, lying on her side, facing away from the door, with a bed sheet coming up to her waist. At the foot of the bed Elle froze, looking upon her sleeping mother. Marcia was wearing a white tank top, the bed sheet was resting on her waist, and her hands were tucked up under her pillow. It was either some strange impulse or a sudden burst of bravery that Elle obtained that made her decide to slowly pull the sheet off her mother. The white sheet came down her waist, revealing the black shorts that could easily double as underwear due to their short length, ending where her butt and thigh began, then further sliding down her toned thigh, with Elle stopping at Marcia’s knees. Elle stared blankly for a few moments, Bob’s discarded, cowardly note with a dollar amount in the back of her mind. Elle sighed, pulling the covers back up over her mom, back to their original position. Elle was just about to reach the door when she heard her mother move in the bed, “Elle? You ok sweetie?” Elle nearly gasped, “Oh, uh, yeah, I just had a bad dream. I thought I’d – ” “Yes please do,” Marcia rolled onto her back, ...
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