After John died, Suzanne went through a really dark period. Here she was, a woman in her 40s, and how do you start again in life after losing someone, especially in middle age? So it was a bit of a comfort when her daughter Kari suggested coming home for awhile to help her out and get her back on her feet and maybe a little bit more back into life. Physically, Kari had always taken after John more than Suzanne, and was easily a foot taller than her mother, and even her shoulders were strong, much like John. Whenever mother and daughter hugged, Suzanne could sometimes almost feel a little overwhelmed by the strength of her daughter’s arms and shoulders, and would close her eyes holding onto the moment. And so, as the day of Kari’s arrival came closer, she began to look forward to the comfort of that again, that closeness, and – by the way – she thought, she well deserved it after what she had gone through.
And so on the day of Kari’s arrival, she did not feel at all silly taking a little more care with her makeup, brushing a little more lip gloss on her lips, some perfume behind her ears, and stepping into to a nice flower dress, all in order to look and feel a little more feminine for her daughter’s arrival. She wanted to feel lost inside of those arms again.
And so when the moment arrived and Kari stepped through the front door, what a relief it was that the first thing she said upon seeing Suzanne was “Mom, you are the most beautiful woman in the world”, and it was all Suzanne could do to not immediately run toward her daughter. But a woman should never do that. Instead, she quietly waited for Kari to put her bag down and walk across the room toward her. And then they were standing so close that Suzanne could not wait any longer and pressed herself against Kari and said “Oh honey, I missed you so much” and once again those arms, those strong arms were around her and she buried her head against Kari’s bosom, and she felt safer than she had felt since John’s death. She felt those strong arms flex around her as Kari said Don’t worry pretty lady, your Knight in shining armor has arrived” and both of them laughed at that.
Buried in those arms. She never wanted it to end. Safe again. Without thinking, she kissed the arm that was closest to her face, and then again, she didn’t know why. And then again. And again. It felt so good. She had an instinct to try to get as close to her daughter as possible, even if it took wrapping her legs around her. Kari felt so much like John.
Kari’s arms were around her waist, but when Suzanne started kissing her arms, those same arms moved down lower and her hands moved to the cheeks of Suzanne’s bum, and held each one. It felt so good. She wasn’t thinking anymore, she didn’t care, and started leaned her head up and began kissing her daughter’s neck. Kissing, almost licking each spot. And then she felt her daughter, kiss her head, then move down to her forehead, cheek bones and nose, and then their lips were so close, and in that moment, Kari repeated herself “Mom you are the most beautiful woman in the world” and then brought her lips to her mother’s, and Suzanne was completely consumed and wanted to give herself completely, and thought this is what I need, and opened her mouth and welcomed her daughter’s tongue in with her own.
Then the only thing that existed was that kiss. And on it went. Kissing, and Kari was lifting her up and she was being carried to her bedroom, and still all that mattered was that kiss. It was all so unreal but fulfilling. Those strong arms carrying her, and then gently laying her down on the bed. Kari kissing down her neck, and slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress, and then her little girl, her wonderful little girl pulling down her bra and sucking from her nipples once again. She had never felt her nipples so hard and hungry as it was for Kari’s lips and tongue.
It was all so wonderful that she orgasmed almost immediately as her daughter kissed her breasts. But then Kari was reaching up and under Suzanne’s dress and pulled down her panties to her knees and the Kari had pulled her mother’s dress up to her waist, and was kissing down to her stomach, then lower, and she was so wet, she had never felt so wet before, even with John, and Kari’s fingers were moving in and out of her, and then Kari’s tongue was inside of her as well, and she knew more than she ever knew anything that she needed to be penetrated like this, to be fucked like this, as the only way to be brought back into the world.
It kept on going. Waves of orgasms. She lost count. Her body Bucking. Her body taking over. Those strong arms and hands on her breasts. Suzanne completely letting go, as Kari took her to places she never knew existed She wanted this. Her daughter to take her. And then it happened that she was lost in herself, like a reset, and suddenly Kari’s face was back up with hers, and all mother and daughter could do was keep kissing again. How wonderful to feel that again. Long kisses. Like John, but different, and better in other ways.
And when she finally came to, and the animal in her receded, and she was back to being Suzanne again, and her face was once again buried in her daughter’s bosom, all she could say was “Thank you honey. You have no idea how much I needed that”. And as she began to drift off, she could her Kari reply, saying yet again. “No problem, Mom, you are the most beautiful woman in the world”.
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